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1-800-GIRLS - part 2

☁︎ modern!ellie x sex-hotline-operator!fem!reader, very small mention of dealer!ellie ☁︎ summary: in which ellie takes her favorite phone sex hotline operator out on their first date! ☁︎ warnings: contains smut! 18+ only. top/dom!ellie, bottom/sub!reader, interactions with men, dirty talking/praise, fingering (r!recieving), use of fem nicknames, slight mention of petplay, let me know if i missed anything else pls. ☁︎ a/n: back by popular demand, and to thank you all for 1k. i love u all from the bottom of my heart. thank u all so so so much. also there will be NO PART 3! s/o to my girl @clearheartgreyflowers for staying up w me til 3am writing smut LMAO ☁︎ word count: 5,124 ☁︎ 1-800-GIRLS part 1

thursday, 1:15am → ongoing call with sir steven (ft. lauderdale, FL)

sir steven (client): thank you, sugar. did good as always, pretty lady.

sugar: no problem, sir.

sir steven (client): have a good night, darlin'. good night.

the line clicks on the other end, and you finally let out a big stretch, able to relax as you close the hotline for the night. you made 13 calls tonight, which usually wouldn't be enough to help with bills, but much to your dismay, ellie had been sending you money nonstop.

it's been a couple of weeks since you first met her in the library, and since then, you've seen each other here and there, most of your communication being made through texts and calls, as you both have been extremely busy with final exams and work. barely getting any real time to spend together besides having lunch together or walking to class when the time allows it.

however, ever since you revealed to ellie your real name and gave her your personal phone number, she's been using it to her advantage — sending you money through applepay/paypal, paying for food to get delivered to your apartment when you tell her you haven't ate that day, or getting uber's or taxis to pick you up when she wasn't able to come get you herself.

she was very persistent in being your provider, insisting that with her income, she could support you full-time and buy you everything you needed and more.

but you didn't have it in you to just quit this hotline gig. you didn't want to feel like you had to rely on ellie, and the last thing you wanted was to burden her with your own issues.

thursday, 1:30am → incoming call from ellie (jackson, WY)

you: ellie...?

ellie: hi baby.

you: why are you calling the hotline? you have my number, silly.

ellie: what? can't check in on my girl?

you couldn't help the flush in your cheeks. ellie never failed to make you blush. she always made a point to flirt, hard, and you both weren't even in a relationship, yet.

you: what can i do for my favorite client?

ellie: hm, how does going out with me on saturday night sound?

you: like...a date?

ellie: yeah, don't you think we're a bit overdue for one?

you: sure! what should i wear?

ellie: 's up to you. you make anything look beautiful.

you hated how easily she made the heat rise to your cheeks.

ellie: are you blushing?

you: ....no.

ellie: liar. just for that, you owe me a kiss on our date.

you: hm, we'll see.

ellie: guess we will.

saturday couldn't have arrived any faster, and by the time you knew it, it was 6:00 in the evening, almost time for your first date with ellie.

you couldn't make up your mind on what to wear, trying on different outfit combinations, determining which one you think ellie would like more.

groaning in frustration, you seemingly settled on a baby blue dress, with a light and warm cardigan. the weather was absolutely perfect for this type of outfit, not too hot with just the slightest breeze.

as you touched up your makeup, swiping on your favorite gloss, you couldn't seem to calm the nerves boiling in your belly. what was there to be nervous about? you were going on a date with one of the coolest and prettiest girls you have ever seen in your life.

overthinking every possible worst-case scenario that could happen tonight, you took some deep breaths, shaking off the images of you possibly falling on your face, snorting while you laugh, or accidentally passing gas in front of ellie. oh god, if that were to happen tonight, you didn't think you could ever face her again.

you would have to change jobs. and schools.

"god, jesus, whoever, please have my back tonight," you whisper to yourself, suddenly jumping at the small 'ping' coming from your phone.

unlocking your phone, you see it's a text from ellie:

ellie <3: I'm on my way up baby, u ready?

you: yes! i'm ready hehe

you take the time to lace your shoes at the front door, giving yourself a quick one-over in the mirror to see if you were presentable, at the least.

two soft knocks on the door resonated through your apartment, and you took a deep breath as you unlocked the latch, mentally preparing yourself for tonight.

swinging the door open, you're greeted by the tall, emerald-eyed girl.

"hey, baby," she greets, leaning over to plant a kiss on your cheek, "you look gorgeous."

your eyes fell to the ground, cheeks flushing with crimson. get ahold of yourself. you're acting like a teenage girl with a puppy-love crush, you echoed in your mind.

"thanks, els. you look pretty cute too," you compliment shyly, looking down at her fit — a white shirt complimented with a red flannel and dark-washed jeans. of course, hair styled in her signature half-up ponytail and sporting her white and black converse sneakers.

"ready to go?"

"yeah, let's go ahead."

"cool, just parked over here in the parking lot."

taking hold of your hand, the two of you head out to the parking lot, and she takes the lead in guiding you to her car. her hands felt warm and clammy— and you wondered if ellie was feeling just as nervous as you were.

and she was.

ellie was freaking the fuck out. from the outside, you appeared calm and relaxed, which put her at unease. were you not excited to be going out with her? were you going to like what she planned for tonight? what if you absolutely hated the date she organized? it'd tear ellie's heart to pieces.

but ellie couldn't overthink, especially not right now. she couldn't let her emotions get the best of her, and she only had to think of the present — you.

ellie fished out her keys from her pocket, briefly letting go of your hand to unlock the car and open the passenger side door for you.

getting inside, you mumbled a quick 'thank you'. as ellie scurried to the driver's side of the car, you scanned your eyes around the interior of her car.

what the hell? was she driving a...dodge hellcat? you knew ellie drove, but you didn't know she drove such an expensive muscle car. how much money did she make being a dealer?

her car smelled just like her, fresh and musky, and she kept it fairly clean.

ellie piled in the driver's seat of her car, putting the key in the ignition and turned on the engine.

"soooo, where are we going?" you queried.

"that's a surprise," ellie smirks, and suddenly she places her hand behind the head of your seat, turning her neck to look at the rear windshield as she backed out of the parking spot.

you swallowed thickly, focused primarily on how hot she looked doing something as simple and elementary as reversing her car. the way her neck flexed, the way her arm tattoo looked by your face, and the way she was concentrated on moving the vehicle — suddenly turned the heat up in this confined space.

"you okay? you look a bit warm," ellie asks, interrupting your train of thought.

"huh? yeah, no, i-i'm okay," you smile meekly, "it's j-just a little warm in here."

"oh, sorry," her hands went to turn on the air conditioning, the gentle breeze of cool air providing relief, "there you go. better?"

you nod, "much better, thanks."

"wanna play some music?" she asks, holding her phone up.

"hmm, you can put whatever you want on. i wanna see what type of music you're into."

"okay," ellie says with a wide smile, "suit yourself."

approaching a stop light, ellie uses the window of opportunity to tap away on her phone, searching for her favorite song. the song 'the spins' by mac miller plays throughout the car at a mellow volume.

"great taste. i love this song," you chime.

"yeah? me too," ellie states, "i loved mac miller since like, forever."

eyes gravitating towards ellie, you couldn't help but get lost in a daze at the way she drives, the slight spread in her legs, one hand on the wheel, the stray strand of hair that falls in her face — she was dangerous.

and ellie could feel the burning gaze you were searing on the side of her face, "you okay there?"

"hmm?"

"you keep staring at me."

"oh— uh— i'm sorry. i didn't mean to—" you sputtered, ashamed that you'd been caught red-handed.

"it's fine, baby, no worries. just wanted to know if there was anything on your mind was all," ellie briefly tears her eyes away from the road to check on you.

you had to quickly think of an excuse, something to save you from this embarrassment — "just thinking of where we're going."

the girl chuckles, "well, we're already here."

the neon lights were the first thing that caught your attention, then the rapidly moving contraptions, and lastly the laughter from the crowds of people.

"we're at the carnival?!" you squealed, unable to contain your excitement.

"yea," ellie muttered sheepishly, "uh— i saw on your instagram how you shared the posts about wanting to go on your story, so i-"

you cut her off with a forceful hug, "oh my god! ellie! we have to get out now! let's go, let's go, let's go!!"

"alright, baby, let me put the car in park-" she began, but you were already halfway down the entrance.

"wow! ellie! that one was so fun! it was exhilarating!" you breathed out, fueled by the rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins after riding the 'slingshot' rollercoaster.

ellie couldn't be any more amused, smiling down at you, "yeah? you liked that one, babe?"

"yes! i loved it!" you squealed, but as the adrenaline wavered, you began to feel that familiar rumble in your stomach, "it did give me an appetite, though."

"wanna get a little something to eat?" ellie's hand is securely interlaced with yours, guiding you towards the various food stands.

you nod, "mhm, i am starved."

"just tell me what you want, and i'll get it for you, m'kay?" she gives you a smile and squeezes your hand as your eyes scan the numerous items to choose from.

corndogs. cotton candy. kettle corn. pretzels. chilli cheese hot dogs. funnel cake.

"hmmm, i think i want some funnel cake," you suggest, "we can share it."

"sounds good to me," ellie shrugs and you both fall in line. she orders and pays for the sweet treat and the worker hands her the food, as you find a vacant picnic table to sit at.

digging into the crispy, creamy treat, you couldn't hold back the moan of delight that came from your mouth.

"oh my god! this is amazing!" you moan, whip cream getting all over your lips.

ellie was too busy hyper-fixating on the cream that sat on your lip, and before thinking about anything else, she swiped it off your bottom lip with the pad of her thumb, bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean.

"mmm, delicious," she commented, then consumed the dessert as if nothing had happened.

leaving you stunned, you gulped the cup of water she gave you, attempting to soothe the heat seeping down below.

"so, which ride do you wanna get on next?" ellie spooned more of the funnel cake in her mouth, looking up at you, awaiting your response.

"not sure, why don't you choose? i picked the last one after all," you clean your spoon off, getting every last bit of leftover ice cream.

"we can ride theeee..." ellie scours the carnival rides, "...the haunted hospital."

your heart fell to your stomach, you hated anything related to horror.

"oh no..ellie, i don't think i'll be able to ride that—"

"are you scared?" she taunts in a playful tone.

"yes. i'd be covering my eyes the entire time, el."

"good thing you have me with you, i'll fight anyone who gets too close to you. promise."

"fine."

when you both finish the funnel cake, you quickly discard it and ellie rushes you over to the line to the haunted attraction, but as the line goes by quicker than you anticipated, the fear began to set in deeper and deeper.

"ellie, i'm scared," you whisper as you both approach the front of the line, watching the people in front of you climb into the little mechanical car and disappear into the darkness.

"hey, i'm here, baby," she coos, rubbing your back, "besides, it's all fake, okay? 's not real."

and on cue, the attendant calls you both up, "next!"

walking slowly towards the black cart, you get on first and take a seat, with ellie following closely behind you.

"alright, hands up," the attendant commands as the handlebars latch down and lock onto your lap, "keep your hands and feet in the cart at all times. have fun."

as the cart begins to move forward and ascend into blackness, you curl into ellie's body and her arm instinctively wraps around your body, holding you tight.

this is exactly where ellie wanted you, up close and personal. she wanted an excuse to hold you all night, and after seeing the 'haunted hospital' sign, she knew this ride was the perfect place to do that.

your heart was pumping in and out of your chest, preparing for the worse to pop out and jump-scare you.

"ugh, i can't look," you stammer, covering your eyes. ellie takes hold of your wrists, gently taking them away from your face.

"hey, just focus on me, okay?" ellie whispers, her hot breath fanning in your face, "it's just me and you."

"o-okay."

and the fear that took habitat in your belly faded away, your mind zeroed in on ellie and how close she was to you. if you even breathed too hard, you probably would’ve accidentally kissed her.

but luckily for you, ellie was five steps ahead.

she reached her hand out to cup your cheek, resting it on the soft, warm skin of your face.

"can i kiss you?" ellie asked, her mouth taking over her brain, but she didn't mind it. she wanted to kiss you. she's been wanting to kiss you ever since she heard your voice that night she accidentally called you.

“please. please, kiss me.”

leaning in, ellie pressed her lips on yours, her other hand snaking around your waist, pulling you in closer. her lips were soft and inviting, and they tasted sweet — they were definitely a good distraction from the horror props popping out at different intervals.

her lips leave subtle pecks along your lips, enamored by how your lips tasted, and how it left her wanting more.

ellie pulls away, inciting a small whimper from you, “the ride’s about to end, babe.”

“hmph, okay,” you pout and ellie pecks your lips again.

“we’ll have plenty of time to continue later,” she reassures you with a laugh. as the both of you emerge into the light, back to the entrance of the attraction, you notice your lipgloss smeared all over her lips, eliciting a small giggle from you.

“what’s so funny?”

you point to her lips, and her eyes dart down to her face, using her sleeves to wipe off the pink gloss from her mouth as you both get off the ride.

you smile sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you both stroll around the carnival, “sorry, that was my fault.”

ellie smiles and shakes her head, “don’t worry ‘bout it,” she says coolly, “hey, let’s go over there. there’s no line.”

pointing to an attraction behind you, you turn around and follow her trail, your eyes settling on the ferris wheel.

hand in hand, you both get on the little capsule of the ferris wheel, the employee holding it sturdy so you and ellie would have time to climb in.

they latched the door closed and you both begin the slow, upward descent.

“wow, the view is beautiful,” you breathe out, astounded by how pretty the lights looked in the city as you towered over the area below.

“yeah, the view certainly is beautiful, huh?” ellie murmured, but she wasn’t staring at the view. her eyes were on you, taking in how breathtaking you looked in this moment — eyes glimmering in amusement, perfect, plump lips slightly parted, and hair a bit messy from the breeze, but framing your face in all the right places. she took her phone out, snapping a quick picture, never wanting to forget this moment.

she moved seats, before, sitting on the bench facing you, and now sitting right beside you.

“uh, there’s something i have to tell you,” ellie began, her nerves shocking every cell in her body.

“yea? what is it?” you ask, turning to face her, “is everything okay?”

“yeah, yeah, i just—” ellie bit her lip nervously, “i just really like you. like, i think about you all the time. when i first heard your voice that night i dialed you, i just knew i had to talk to you again. there’s just something about you that always brings me back and— fuck, i never thought i’d find myself catching feelings so hard for a girl before.”

your cheeks were hurting from how wide your smile was, but you didn’t care. ellie put her arm around your shoulder and held your hand with her free one, leaning in closer.

“what i’m trying to say is that— i really, really want to be with you. i want to be the one who you tell the weird stories about your clients to and i want to be the one to take care of you after a long day at class. i want to be the one who protects you and who you share your favorite meal with. i just— i really want you to be my girlfriend,” and before ellie continues any further, you cut her off with a kiss.

“if this is your way of asking me to be your girlfriend, the answer is yes, ellie williams,” you answer, briefly pulling away for air.

ellie’s smile grows wider, “cool,” she quirks before connecting your lips again.

the sun was long gone and the moon had taken over the night sky. but your date with ellie was far from over.

after spending an evening filled with thrill rides and greasy, fried snacks, you and ellie both decided to calm things down by taking a walk along the boardwalk, occasionally strolling up and down the pier.

“would you say this has been a good date so far?” ellie’s eyes flitter toward you, her arm slung over your shoulder as you stride down the various closed stores and restaurants of the boardwalk. it was empty, only one or two people passing by, but other than that it was only you two.

“mmm, i’d give it a…six out of ten,” you tease, gaining a scoff from your new girlfriend.

“a six? seriously?” she shakes her head, “damn, not the response i was hoping for.”

“i’m just kidding, els,” you giggle, “this date has been amazing. i loved every bit of it. thank you.”

you lean over and press a small kiss on her cheek, watching how the vermilion scatters across her freckles.

“now that’s more like it.” ellie laughs, continuing the promenade forward, with no destination in mind.

your eyes settle on this small, old-fashioned photo booth tucked away in a corner of the boardwalk. the sign above it flashing ‘PHOTOS: 4 different poses’. it was the perfect idea to end the night and have a little souvenir to remember your first date.

you let go of her hand, dashing towards the photo booth, ellie confusedly following after you. you open your bag, searching for some change, and you insert four quarters into the small coin slot.

“let's go inside,” you enthuse, excited to try out the photo booth.

ellie went inside first, taking a seat on the extremely small bench, barely leaving any space for you to sit beside her. the booth was such a tight enclosure, only allowing enough space for a maximum of two people.

“i— uh— don’t know where to—” you stammer, but she interrupts you as she grabs your hips, sitting you down on her right thigh.

warmth rose to your face, feeling secure and sturdy sat upon her leg. ellie closed the black curtain, covering the entrance and blocking any light that would shine through.

“okay, we have three minutes and four poses,” you say, turning your neck to look down at her, “what should our poses be?”

“i dunno, i’m sure we’ll look great doing any. we can jus’ do them as we go along,” ellie shrugged, and the photo booth began to count down from five.

sitting up straight in her lap and fixing your hair, you and ellie put on a smile, and the light flashes white, signaling the end of the first pose.

for the second pose, you turn your head and plant your lips on ellie’s cheek as ellie scrunches her nose up, and the flash lights up for a second time.

for the third pose, you loop your arm over ellie’s shoulder, and you both look each other in with adoring eyes and loving smiles — flash.

you both couldn’t even bother getting ready for the final pose, too lost in each other’s admiring gazes to think properly. you were focused on the jade green of ellie’s eyes, wishing you could jump in and swim in the pools of emerald. ellie was hooked on your face, and memorizing every detail like her life depended on it — tracing her eyes over your pouty lips.

and as the countdown went to one, ellie smashed her lips onto yours, her arms tightening around your waist to pull you closer. this kiss was different from the ones from before — there was urgency, there was eagerness, there was a burning passion, one you’ve never experienced before.

her tongue shoves into your mouth, tasting the mint you’ve chewed previously. immodest and perhaps, pornographic wet sounds from your mouths resonate throughout the small photobooth. one of her hands trail from your hips towards your tits, groping the soft, pillowy flesh underneath your baby blue dress, eliciting the faintest of whimpers — a sound ellie has been dying to hear again.

you couldn’t help the arousal building up in your core, compelling you to grind your crotch against the denim fabric of her jeans.

“e-ellie, i— i’ve never—” you struggle to let out, pulling away from her lips, a trail of spit lingering on your bottom lip, and her lips plant sloppy, wet kisses along the side of your neck.

“we can stop if you want, sweet girl,” she murmurs against your skin, and you quickly shake your head.

“n-no, don’t stop, p-please,” you gulp and with your approval, ellie’s other hand goes down to hike your dress up, bunching the fabric up around your waist. her hands push your legs apart, and she lifts one of your thighs up to rest on the wall of the photo booth. you were exposed, the only thing concealing your bare, pussy was the thin fabric of your panties.

she sat back against the corner of the booth, leaning against the wall and allowing you space to lean against her body as well. her hand cupped your panty-covered crotch, rubbing against it.

the sudden friction made you jolt, your breath picking up, “b-but what if— what if someone hears us? or—or sees us?”

“then you better keep it down, pup.”

ellie’s hand slips inside your panties, her index finger sliding between the warmth of your folds, drowning in the wet, hot juices leaking out from you, “fuck.”

you let out a pitiful whine, needing more pressure, craving satisfaction. the nights after that call with ellie, your own fingers no longer sufficed the needs your body demanded. you tried so hard to replicate the same feeling ellie gave you that late evening, but there was no avail as you realized the only person who can truly serve your body correctly was ellie.

“p-please, more,” you begged, hoping she would show you mercy and give you what you wanted.

“please, what? huh? use your fuckin’ manners,” she snides in your ear, breath fanning against your neck. you immediately knew what she was inferring.

“please, daddy, please. i want more,” you bucked your hips up to her hands, and she happily obliged. two of ellie’s fingers made their way to your throbbing and swollen clit, applying pressure as her digits created circles.

you couldn’t suppress the moan that emerged from your throat, clamping a hand shut over your mouth, careful not to alert any strangers nearby, knowing people would still be able to hear despite the thin, black curtain covering the photo booth.

“you look s’ fuckin’ pretty,” ellie whispers against your neck, and her hand grabs your jaw, turning your head to look at her as she smushes her lips against your swollen, red lips.

a stream of melodious moans vibrated against ellie’s mouth, and she was drinking it in, savoring the sound of you against her lips. the way ellie’s tongue fucked your mouth felt ungodly, and almost immoral. someone who harbors the power to make you feel how you do is something close to the devil, as pleasure this wonderful was sinful.

her fingers disappear from your clit, leaving you feeling empty.

“open.” ellie orders and you part your lips. she pushes her fingers in your mouth, and you suck them clean, your tongue lapping the salty juices like a puppy desperate for water on a hot day.

“such a good fuckin’ girl, shiiit,” ellie praises, slipping her fingers in your pussy, continuing the circles on your hardened clit.

“you know what good girls like you get? huh?” ellie’s fingers pick up speed, “they get to cum. you wanna cum for daddy, baby?”

unable to think of any response, you nod your head up and down.

“use your words, pup.”

“yes, daddy. puppy wants to cum,” you whine out. that was enough for ellie to give you what you wanted. one hand rubbing circles your clit, her other hand pushes your panties to the side and inserts one finger in your leaking hole, gently sliding it in and out.

“ellie!” you cry out, astounded by the added pressure. her finger was long and filled you up almost, completely.

“gotta stretch you out, baby. get you ready for my cock,” ellie smirks as she slowly adds in another finger, still maintaining her slow, neutral pace.

your pussy clenches around her fingers, and you scrambled around to grab ahold of anything you can get your hands on. you were drunk on ellie, the way she talks to you — almost condescending — combined with how she had you writhing under her fingers. you were unequivocally hers. you were ellie’s.

she added a third finger to your clit, applying more pressure on your sensitive clit, and her fingers began to pump faster inside your pussy, coating it in a thick, creamy layer of your juices.

“god, you’re such a pretty fuckin’ girl,” ellie kisses the side of your neck, “look at you, making a mess all over my hands, like a filthy pup.”

all your mouth would utter was these weak, pathetic whimpers and moans, fucked out dumb and stupid. you don’t even think you could remember your name right now.

the familiar feeling of your orgasm coming undone begins to rise, accompanied by a new pressure you feel in your abdomen — the urge to push.

“daddy, think m’ gonna— p—pee,” you stammer, not wanting to embarrass yourself and closing your legs, “it feels like i have to—”

“baby, let it happen. promise it’s not piss or anything,” ellie reassured, figuring this was your first time squirting. “just let go, sweet girl.”

the sweet sounds of your wet pussy echoed throughout the confined spaces of the booth, just how ellie liked it. it was music to her ears.

the feeling of your walls tightening around her fingers told her that you were just right on the edge, and she was going to give you that push to fall over and come undone all over her hands.

the pad of ellie’s fingers massaged figure eights on your pussy, almost tracing infinity signs on your clit. her fingers found rhythm and continued thrusting her index and middle fingers inside you, curling up to rub the flesh of your walls, hitting just the right spot and emitting an angelic moan from you.

ellie was in heaven and she had this honey-sweet angel melting under her touch.

you squirmed in her lap, your back instinctively arching, about to come apart in this small photo booth.

“daddy, i’m about to— can i? can i cum? pretty please?” you cried out, almost pleading, like you were begging for your life, but you felt like you were going to simply die if you didn’t finish right now.

“yes, pretty baby, cum all over me,” ellie coaxes you through your orgasm, “make a fuckin’ mess, puppy.”

you came undone, falling apart right there. your pussy clamped around her fingers, a stream of milky-white cream trickling onto her hands. your body overcame your thoughts, and you pushed out — releasing a gush of watery, squirt all over the place. spurting out, imitating a fountain.

ellie pulled her hands out of you, and brought them to her mouth, sucking and licking them clean. still coming down from the high that was your orgasm, your breaths came out heavy and unlabored, a tear falling down out of the corner of your eye and streaming down your cheek.

“you alright, babe?” ellie asked, fixing your panties and pulling your dress down.

“y-yea, i’m okay,” you stutter, standing up and exiting the photo booth, finding the boardwalk still deserted. legs still shaking, you trip over your own feet and lean on the walls of the booth for support. ellie took hold of your waist, ensuring you don’t fall.

“hey, look, our picture,” she points out, taking the strip out from the slot and showing the black and white photo to you.

ellie smiles at the strip, “we look good, huh?”

you nod, still simmering down. ellie takes notice of your state and plants a kiss to your lips, rubbing your waist soothingly.

“how ‘bout we get outta here and get some real food? sound good, baby?”

you nod, smiling, “sounds perfect.”

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𓆞 something beautiful 🐚

🌊 ↺ okay it's been a whileee holy shit also i half-assed the proof-reading so if u see any mistakes...no u don't (be gentle w me, okay??) 😭:/ ❞¸

+ ¸ ❞ ellie's looking mighty edible in that picture also 🤤 ↺ 🌊

🌊 || SUMMARY :: your first time w ellie

🌊 || CONTAINS :: horny!reader lmao. take a hit every time i say the word "need" and ur lungs might explode. oral (r). fingering (e). unrealistic couch sex lmao.

🌊 || WORD COUNT :: 2.3k

she was absolutely lethal. perfect and methodical and addicting and lethal. all day, your mind raced with a million and one thoughts, all of which led back to ellie. always ellie. you needed her, desperately, and it killed you.

the relationship was fairly new, the two of you have never gone farther than a few heated kisses that only left you panting and starved. you were pretty good at maintaining your composure for the most part...but not today. not with the dream you had about her last night.

ellie had invited you over to hers, and even though something in your face seemed hesitant, you were quick to agree which she was overjoyed about. she had missed you and was excited to see you again.

even though you tried your best to mask it, ellie could still tell something was bugging you as soon as you stepped through the door. she could hear it in the way the door slammed shut, she could feel it when you threw your keys on the table near the entrance. you were ravenous, the desire to feel her growing much too persistent to ignore. you could only hope that maybe you'd get lucky, that she'd notice and take care of you.

unfortunately for you, ellie mistook your need for anger. she just assumed you had a bad day at work.

"are you okay?" she speaks gently, so softly it breaks you. you mumble a reply under your breath, not trusting your voice to conceal how you truly feel. your plan was to let the feeling fester until it (eventually) simmered down.

ellie, however, didn’t seem to agree with your unspoken “plan”. she had never seen you this dismayed. tired? of course. annoyed? sure. but whatever happened today left you in a state she couldn't quite pinpoint. she contemplates pushing until you tell her the root of the problem but decides against it, figuring you'll tell her when you're ready.

you sit next to her on the couch, doing your best to participate in conversation like you normally would...but fuck does she make it hard. why did she have to look so good?

she felt your stare. "what are you thinking about?" she asks in a sing song-y voice.

you, always you. you fought hard to shake the thoughts away, hating that her voice was silk and unknowingly seductive.

"babe?"

she's speaking but you can barely hear her over your thoughts.

"babe?" she calls out harsher to garner your attention. it reminds you of how it feels when she plays rough with you. pinning you down, straddling you. what always started as something silly quickly turned into a heated kiss after your laughs died down.

but there were gentler times also––––much more tranquil and dreamlike. like when she'd ask you to be still so she could craft your beauty onto a blank page or a bare canvas––––sometimes, she told you to pose so she could snap pictures of you on her camera or on her phone when she felt particularly sappy. she liked to look at them when she missed you but she'd never admit that to you.

"are you feeling okay?" the concern in her voice almost makes you laugh.

you hum.

"yeah, ellie. i feel fine." it's a lie, purely for survival. her eyes squint and she looks at you like she can see right through you, you really wish she could.

"i know when you're lying."

she waits for a response but you don't give one.

"just tell me what's wrong so i can fix it." she almost whines. you like the way it sounds, it only fuels your need. "let me help."

you shut your eyes and her hands cup your cheeks, the warmth of her palms spreading over your skin. you can hear it when she starts to speak again, words as gentle as her hands, but you cut her off.

"just kiss me, ellie." she seems caught off guard by the sudden request and hesitates. so with the sweetest voice you can muster, you whisper a soft. "please."

ellie groaned at the plea. the sound is primal and desperate. she could never deny you. not when you sounded so wanting––––so beautiful, so good. her hand rests on the back of your neck, pulling you into her as she leans in. you follow her mouth like it's magnetic. the kiss is passionate and intense, and you melt into her. you love the way she could always kiss you and make you forget everything––––how to stand and how to breathe. sometimes, when ellie would kiss you, you’d forget about all the air in the world except for what was in her lungs. you let your hands dance in her hair as you smile into her mouth, letting her taste you.

"i need you ellie." you pant against her open mouth and she listens to your every word with rapt attention. "i need you so bad."

she looks at you like you've answered her every prayer. swallowing deeply, breath fanning softly over your face. "are you sure?"

you groan, pulling her mouth to yours again just to taste her before pulling away.

"yeah, okay." she consumed your mouth again––––sucking your tongue into hers, pulling you as close to her as she possibly could. you straddle her lap, and you can feel the sharp intake of breath she takes when you let your kisses trail down her neck.

you whine against her skin before pulling back and tilting your head, giving her your neck to taste. her hands feeling all over your skin like she couldn't touch you everywhere at once. her palms are a comfort as they rub soothing circles on your hips. she can sense your overwhelming exhilaration and she's trying to calm you.

"tell me..." her breaths are heavy and her voice is filled with lust. "what you want or you get nothing."

you whimper, grinding your hips against hers once––––desperate for some kind of friction. "want you."

she smiles. "you already have me, baby––––you know that. try harder."

the whine that leaves your mouth is pathetic.

"i want you to fuck me. i wanna be embarrassed tomorrow because all i can think about is what you did to me and how much i loved it." you moan in her ear, it's thin and needy.

she inhales quickly, a slow shudder trailing over her body. "lay back for me, babe."

the groan in her voice is enough to catch your attention and compel you to obey her command. you let your body rest against the couch.

she is gentle. removing your shirt slowly and kissing softly on your exposed skin. leaving some marks as she trails down your body, lifting your skirt up over your hips. "can i taste you, baby?"

you hum at her, nodding eagerly. she chuckles up at you, placing a few chaste kisses on your left thigh before doing the same to your right. she moves your panties to one side, and you can't help but shiver at her heavy breaths against your core.

"fuck, baby," she's panting, lips agape as she lets her finger run over your entrance. "you're so wet, already..."

her gaze meets yours and though you want to, you can't bring yourself to look away. you look in her eyes and you can see the change. the moment when her want turned into need. when her craving for you grew past the point of return. "how long have you wanted this?"

you whimper, finally willing yourself to break away from her stare. "so fucking long."

she laughs again, shaking her head and then placing a little kiss on your clit that has your hips jolting. "you could've just asked, babe,"

she flattened her tongue, licking from your entrance to just below your clit before moving back down.

"i'll know––––" your voice gets caught on a moan when she lets the tip of her tongue flick across you. "fuck, i'll know for next time."

she hums into you, the vibrations make your eyes water. you shut your eyes, your chest heaving. because as good as you imagined sex with ellie would be, your imagination was nothing compared to the real thing. the way she holds your legs open so that she can devour you properly. how she sucks and licks and lets her fingers fuck into you. and when she looks up at you so that she can see all the pretty faces you make and you can see how fucking pussy drunk she looks. she moans into you, humping into the couch because the taste of you turns her on so much it aches.

you squirm when she sucks at your clit, hard then soft, but she maintains a strong grip on your thighs, keeping you firmly pressed into her mouth. she got a taste of you and she was fucking reeling, she wasn't gonna let you run.

"fuck, ellie." you whine again, your hand flying to her hair. "it feels so good, i'm so fucking close."

she flattens her tongue again before pulling away and letting her face rest on your thigh. you go to object but it turns into another moan when she starts to finger-fuck you harder. "yeah? i can feel you squeezing me."

you would've been embarrassed if it didn't feel so good.

"it's like you're trying to trap me inside you." she coos, her free hand still holding your thigh. "it's okay, i got you. let it all out for me."

and then her mouth is on you again, she's taking everything you have to give and begging you for more. all the tenderness in movements has vanished, it's quickly replaced with pure desperation. she's desperate to make you cum, to feel you tremble around her fingers, to taste the glories of your rapture. she needs it, maybe as much as you do. her fingers speed up and her tongue becomes more erratic. just sucking and licking like a woman gone mad until all you can do is slump in her hold and watch as she consumes you.

she's practically growling into your core, it says 'take it, take it, take it' and you comply. you take what she's giving you until it's all you can feel. until all the noises go away, you're whole body clenches, and you cum all over her face.

she licks it up greedily and you whine, trying to push her away.

"be still. this is what you wanted, isn't it?" it's the most forceful she's ever spoken to you but you don't think twice about whimpering in surrender. "you've made such a mess...someone has to clean you up, hm?"

so she does–––––licking you up, moaning into you until you're crying from the overstimulation and she takes pity on you.

"okay, sweet girl." she coos when she sits up and you're still trembling. "you did so good for me, taste so sweet."

you laugh weakly, reaching for her so that she can kiss you. she smiles into your lips. "your turn now."

she laughs, shaking her head. but you can look in her eyes and tell it takes everything in her to deny your request. "you don't gotta worry about me."

you pout tiredly letting your hands meet her waist so that you can unbutton her jeans. she breathes heavily into your mouth, while you tug the denim down her legs––––she helps you, shimming out of her pants. ellie climbs so that she's hovering over your lap. you shoved your hands into her boxers, face softening when she whimpers. your fingers rubbed soft circles over her already soaking clit. "are you sure you don't want me to help you?"

she's looking at you with pleading eyes, practically drooling over you.

"want your fingers, baby." she kisses you again, and you bite her lip. "wanna feel you inside me, please."

you're high off the contrast, how easily she could go from so demanding to begging for you. she kisses you again while you slide one finger inside her aching cunt, then one more. you give her your neck to grip while you make contact with her. you bite your lip at her look of embarrassment because of how easily your fingers slid in.

"holy shit," she moans out, louder than she probably meant to but your fingers are curled inside her just right and it feels so perfect. "fuck, baby, you feel so good."

you hum, picking up the pace and relishing in all the pretty sounds she makes, all the moans and gentle breaths of your name.

"you're so pretty, ellie."

"thank––thank you." she half laughs and half whimpers. "you're pretty too"

you smile up at her, picking up your pace a little. you curl your fingers into her and her lips mold into an 'o' shape as a long moan leaves her agape mouth.

"right there, baby?" you hum, observing the way her legs are already trembling.

"right," she hitches, her vision blacking out for a second. "there."

her mouth meets yours again so that you can taste her ecstasy. the closer she gets the slower her kisses grow until she's moaning against your lips and her legs are shaking through her orgasm. you rode it out for her before taking your fingers out of her trembling cunt. you couldn’t stop yourself from tasting the mess she made, moaning around your fingers as her flavor melted on your tongue. “mmm, tastes so good."

for a while, you just sit there, basking in your leisure and the warmth of her body heat. she reaches over to the coffee table, grabbing her sketchbook and pen.

she leans back so that her back is pressed against the armrest of the couch, gesturing for you to lean into her. you cuddle into her side, watching her silently as she starts sketching. she doesn't speak and you don't either. you simply watch her while she makes something beautiful.

#ꗃ%ellie bellieˑ༄#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams fluff #ꗃ%jos library⤷✰

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neteyamslovrr · 1 year

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KXANI - pt4

summary: you have never fit in with the scientists, but on the night jake was lost in the forest so were you. staying with the people was your one true dream, yet when you are anything but welcome and jake get's to experience the people. you find yourself seeking comfort in tsu'tey

contents: 2.4k words, fem!avatar reader angst, lots of angst, reader is upset, tsu'tey is stupid, grace redemption arc, avatar 2009, tsu'tey not being as ooc LMAO

authors note: sorry it took so long y'all, ya girl has been working her ass off trying not to fail, also soz in advance for the angst. and if ur tag didn't work L idk how to fix that (i love u all)

all parts - next part

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Jake woke from his link ready to harass you with a million questions. As the link pod opened he was already sitting up.

“Y/N! Are you going to explain why Tsu’tey was about to slit my throat cause of you?” Jake was wide-eyed and furious. He hopped himself back into his wheelchair so he could speak to you without yelling across the shuttle.

“What? What do you mean?” You were beyond confused. Tsu’tey did what? For you?

“He came up to me yelling about some shit! That I disrespected you and that I’d be better dead! Had his knife at me and everything!” Grace had walked into the commotion immediately taking action between you two yelling colleagues.

“Woah, woah, woah. Ok calm down before we lose another scientist.” She put her hands between the space between you and made space between the two of you.

“I didn’t tell Tsu’tey to do that! I have no idea why he acted like that.” Anxiety was cursing through your body as you switched between the fuming Jake and the confused Grace. Why did Tsu’tey do this? Was it to spite you? To get a rise out of Jake?

“You obviously told him something!” He exclaimed throwing his arms in the air. Grace looked at you for confirmation, but you were persistently shaking your head.

“No. No! I just talked about being a scientist. That’s all.” Jake scoffed at you as Grace’s features grew even more concerned.

“Oh yeah, because the life of a scientist is totally enough to be THREATENED BY A WARRIOR. For fuck sake Y/N!” You were cowering from the man below you, you wanted to escape desperately, his fierce glares and Grace’s pained ones were all too much.

“Enough. We have research to log. Hurry up. Go!” Grace pulled Jake’s chair away as she stared at you to walk away from Jake. And that’s exactly what you did.

Rushing to the bunk bed you shared with Norm you climbed up and planted harshly onto the rough sheets. Curling yourself up into a ball, you tried to slow down your fast breathing as thoughts were rapidly entering your mind. You had to ask Tsu’tey.

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Rushing through Hometree you couldn’t find him anywhere. You had rummaged through ever crevice of the tree and you were left empty-handed.

Why would Tsu’tey do this? You understood he hated Jake, but you thought he’d at least be understanding. So why was he so adamant on ‘a dead Jakesully, is a good Jakesully.’ You had to understand his actions, you had to.

Your fast pace and concentrated look made the people give you a mountain of odd looks. You were growing frustrated, why was he nowhere to be seen?

Not being aware of your surroundings you ran headfirst into a firm body. There Neytiri stood looking down at you slightly as she tilted her head in confusion. “Why are you stomping around like a child?”

“Oh!...I’m looking for Tsu’tey, have you seen him?” Neytiri scanned the room before her eyes went back to you.

“I believe he’s at the river, not in his best mood.” Frowning at her comment, you wondered what had upset him so much.

“Thankyou.” Bowing at her before you started rushing through the forest. You didn’t intend on running there but it just seemed to occur as your breath grew shaky and your heart beat faster.

You had now learnt your way through the forest. The endless vegetation no longer taking you for a loop. Now you knew exactly how to get to the man you demanded answers from.

There he sat at the edge of the riverbed. He was calm, peaceful. He stared up into the sky letting out a relaxed sigh.

Watching silently a seed of the tree of souls landed on his shoulder, he watched as it flew in front of him turning his gaze into the direction of you, a frown growing on his face.

“Why are you here? Go back.” He flicked his hand as his voice rumbled, he sounded angry, it wasn’t like you heard before though, it was directly at you.

“I need to talk to you. I was looking everywhere” Your breath still shaky as you panted out your words etching closer to him. He grimaced at your state as he contemplated his response.

“You shouldn’t have.” It was sharp and hurtful. He meant to say it like that, but watching the way your relieved expression faltered into a hurt one pained him.

“Well…you shouldn’t have threatened Jake.” You didn’t imagine you would ever step up to the tall man in front of you. But recently you felt as if he was someone you could share your concerns with, even those concerning him.

“Who are you to question my actions demon.” His lanky arms crossed against his toned body as his stature grew taller. His presence becoming more intimidating as his nostrils flared in anger.

“You upset him Tsu’tey! And you upset me.” He faltered at your words, it was a split second your saw guilt in his eyes before it flashed away again. You had never seen him so upset, he was growing more and more irritated by the second. It felt as if you were getting whiplash compared to his affection towards you yesterday.

“Why should I care what a demon feels?” He felt pained, and so did you. His words were growing harsher as was his glare. You started to back away from him, regretting ever opening your mouth.

“Well… I thought that you might of cared about me.” It was a quiet confession. One that as soon as you let it out you wanted to take it back immediately. To Tsu’tey it felt like a blade stabbing him in his heart as it escaped your mouth. His harsh glare faltered once again as he blinked rapidly. He did care. Eywa, he cared so fucking much. That’s why he was doing this. He can’t let his heart overrule his mind.

“And why would I think that? You are a demon. Bringing nothing but destruction and death.” You felt yourself shrinking as you watched him etch closer and closer to you.

“then why did you go after Jake then? If you don’t care about me!” It felt as if your heart was a pane of glass that was smashed against the floor.

He had no excuse for his behaviour towards Jake. He was angry, he was angry at Jake for treating you badly. He took your words and used them as a weapon towards Jake. He was angry because he cared about you.

“Such a demon thing to think the world revolves around you!” His voice was booming, he was seeing red but not with anger, it was his heart bleeding. “Go back. You don’t belong here.”

He saw it on your face. The slow blink to get rid of your tears. The shake in your chest and the way your swallowed any words you might of retaliated back. He saw the way you looked at him with betrayal.

“What was yesterday then?” Your voice cracked as you stared up at the stone faced man.

“A mistake.” Your lips quivered as you sucked your cheeks. He felt that familiar pang, but it wasn’t a pang anymore. It was a thrash.

He watched you turn with such speed that you almost toppled over. He watched you leave as fast as you came. He heard your sobs rack through the forest as you walked further and further away.

Soon they were washed away by the sound of rain pouring down. A sound he would usually cherish as it calmed him. But it no longer felt calming, it was deafening.

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Running back to Hometree you were tear-stricken. Your throat ached and so did your heart. You knew it was rich of you to assume he enjoyed your company, but it felt so nice to be appreciated.

Your disarray brought on the stares of hundreds including Grace’s. While she may have not been the kindest to you and she was aware of that. She was also aware how she underestimated you and dismissed you as your contributions were nothing compared to Jake’s. Yet, this morning she realised just how much she had underestimated you. You had cracked open the shell of Tsu’tey and she respected you for it.

So, when she saw you dishevelled, she couldn’t deny her concern.

“Y/N? What the hell happened?” Her fingers gripped onto your shoulder to bring you back down.

“Nothing. I just…I am alright.” She gave you the look.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“NO! No. Please just let me go.” Grace sighed giving you a pat on the back.

“C’mon kid, somethings bothering you.”

“Why would you care? You never did before?” Grace knew this was coming. She knew that she also deserved it.

“You’re crying. That’s why.” You scoffed at her, swatting her hand off you.

“I don’t need your pity. I just wanted your acknowledgement. And…the one person who was giving me that, has decided it was a mistake. So, I’d just appreciate if you don’t make that ‘mistake’ either.”

“Are you talking about Tsu’tey?” Grace was growing more concerned, she didn’t even realise the two of you had developed a special bond.

“I’ll see you in the lab, Dr. Augustine.” You spat at her, venom dripping off your tongue as you rushed off in the same direction you came, apologising to the people you had barged into in your fit of despair.

What had you done to deserve this? Were you truly unworthy of friendship? Were you imagining all those moments with Tsu’tey. The intimate silences, the small touches, the deep conversations and the concern he had for you. Where had they gone? Did he hit his head the night before?

Or maybe it was just as he said. You were a parasite. Maybe he never felt any of those things, you just took them from him. Was this all that you were? A parasite in a fake body.

But this body was most dear to you. You felt so connected to the people and the nature. What if it was just to Tsu’tey. Had you been greedy? Been like every other sky-person and taken this worlds beauty for your own benefit.

Tears fell as you were consumed by your thoughts. You were so conflicted. How did you belong nowhere? Not with humans, not with Na’vi and not with anyone.

Disrupted from your thoughts you heard two voices in the distance. Rushing to hide up in a tree you saw the bodies of the voices.

There was Jake and Neytiri, walking close together, talking as they planned there hunt. You watched the way they grazed upon each other. The way they would look at each other so lovingly, sharing giggles and touches. Waves of jealously crashed upon you.

You watched them both and couldn’t help but imagine it was you and Tsu’tey. That it was you two sharing glances and loving touches.

Your heart ached as you continued to watch them from afar. Your throat was tight the more they bonded, the more they loved. The ache in your heart was strong, the sting in your eyes was harsh as your fists were clenched.

At one point your feelings overtook you, because you were no longer fixated on the couple in front of you but the quiet words that left Neytiri’s mouth. “A clean kill…you are ready.”

You watched the two share a look, a look of knowing and a look of accomplishment. You couldn’t help but feel your chest thrash, he was ready?

Jake was becoming Omaticaya while you are being thrown out by the future Olo’eyktan. This wasn’t fair! This wasn’t right! Your mind was foggy, and your heart stung. You had to leave. You couldn’t stay watching him succeeded right in front of you.

Leaving quietly, you returned to Hometree to lay in your hammock. You had enough of this day, it was best if you could just end it now.

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Tsu’tey laid in his hammock wide awake. The ache in his heart hadn’t gone way like he thought it would. He couldn’t love a demon, what would that make him? A traitor to his kind.

But the way you smiled, the way you cheered at the most minute things, the way you continued to love everything about him while he gave you nothing in return. He didn’t deserve the kindness you had bestowed upon him.

He longed for you. He longed to hold you and tell you he was sorry. That he confronted Jake because he was angry for you. That it was never a mistake, he loved every minute with you.

He wanted you so badly that it ached. That his heart felt bruised in your absence. Tsu’tey couldn’t help but think of your soft fingers wrapped around his torso. He couldn’t help but dream of that flight with you. He couldn’t help but mourn that it was the last time he’d ever feel your touch, or feel your love.

It was his own doing. He pushed you away. But he craved your touch and he craved your smile. He craved every single part of you, but he can’t have you.

He can’t feel this way. He is not allowed to feel this way. He has a mate, he has a duty, and he has people to serve. A demon can’t take that from him no matter how much he wanted that demon.

The sobs of your broken heart rung in his ears as he tried to fall asleep, but they didn’t escape him. He just wanted to forget this. Forget you.

He knew that you were hurting. He knew that the sky-people also hurt you just like they hurt him. He knew that he hurt you too.

He knew that you longed to be a Omaticaya, that you wanted nothing more to be able to provide and be useful.

He could see it in the way you paid attention to every syllable that exited his mouth. It was admirable how much you wanted to provide. He saw himself in you the way you wanted to serve. It made him recoil in on himself.

To be similar to a demon like you. But you weren’t a demon. Eywa, you were a beauty, a kind soul, the purest of spirits. You reminded him of a sacred seed. But you couldn’t be, and you would never be.

You weren’t Navi, you weren’t one of the people. You never could be with the way he wanted you.

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moodyseal · 7 months

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Tell us more abt your hyacinthus winter soldier au 👀👀

HELLO thank you for giving me an excuse to talk your ear off about it, you will probably regret it <3

To be completely honest I still haven't planned anything that's worth of an actual fic (who do you take me for? An organized person? HA) but I would lie if I said that I didn't think about it a lot, so

As you know, somehow in this AU Hyacinthus came back to life and started working for the emperors

The dynamics of how, exactly, it all happened are pretty undefined as of now, but that's secondary information and it's not really important. (Maybe.)

What you need to know though is that Commodus is the one who takes him in, because of course he does. Hyacinthus is the perfect revenge against Apollo, after all, both because he's known to be his greatest love, and seeing him side against him would hurt Apollo a lot, and because, whatever happened, Commodus would always have leverage against Apollo, in a "You don't want to do what I tell you? Well look what I can do to your precious little flower" sort of way

He also uses this as an excuse to get back at Hyacinthus himself, too—something that is a direct result his festering inferiority complex and the can of worms that are, again, his feelings upon seeing the one man Apollo's name is always associated with

Hyacinthus is a better man and fighter than him even when he's brainwashed and he just CAN'T stand it

It all worsens once he sees how much Lester is still attached to Hyacinthus, and how hard he tries to get him to snap back. He never cared that much for him after all, did he?

On Hyacinthus' end this all borders less on the side of drama and more on the side of comedy LMAO

While not being able to discern right from wrong atm, as he's been coerced into absolute obedience through very shady means, he has this unexplainable feeling inside him that he really, really doesn't like Commodus (which intensifies every time Commodus starts another one of his long rants about how bad and evil and selfish Apollo is and about how he'll absolutely get his revenge) and he expresses that through little jabs he makes in his direction that Commodus can't really do anything about because they are worded in a way that makes them seem innocuous

On the other hand, he's on civil terms with the rest of the "staff", so to speak, and some even respect him because of how skilled he is (specifically Lityerses) so he does have some allies there

They don't actually know who he is though since, while he works for the emperors, Hyacinthus is never referred to by his own name, but always by some sort of epithet

(This is why Meg never made the connection either, despite knowing the myth well enough to inform Grover that Hyacinthus was Apollo's boyfriend)

It's mostly a measure they take so Hyacinthus doesn't remember his past before they're actually done using him

As for Apollo and Hyacinthus' relationship in this, it's a bit complicated, because Apollo changes his stance and tries to get him on his side the moment Hyacinthus' disguise drops, while Hyacinthus doesn't remember him. At all. So his efforts don't really work

Which results in a lot of frustration and hurt feelings

Despite this, Hyacinthus' unexplainable feelings persist. And he's very confused :)

I'm still not sure when this would be set—I wanted to either limit this to The Dark Prophecy or make it a "he appears occasionally as a spy or something until they find out who he is" thing that spans over the five books (without actually retelling the whole story though because holy shit that would be exhausting) but that's something that can be figured out later oof

Anyway, keep in mind that this is all just a result of my daydreaming, so if I actually write something concrete about this, some plot points might change!! And also the dynamics!! And the vibes in general!!! My brain is just a dumpster fire tbh so expect a lot of mental U-turns here

#trials of apollo #toa #pjo #apollo #lester papadopoulos #hyacinthus #au #lonely thoughts #ask #i hope i managed not to tom holland myself #and reveal too much #i just can't shut up sometimes you know #sigh #sometimes i also say too little though #so lmk if there's anything specific you wanted to know!!

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galaxycunt · 7 months

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He’s My Thing pt 2

Find part 1 here also on AO3 if u prefer that

Also smut warning forgot to add that on the last one lmao

He wasn’t stupid, he couldn’t have been doing what you did to him. You looked over your shoulder anyway, sleeping light. Why did you go this far anyway? Surely you had nicer romantic pursuits, were you in love with what he could’ve been?

The nights you stalked him, spying on private moments, when he’d slump his shoulders in the ways you did. Quick as ever when you’d pounce. You weren’t sure how to kill him after all these years, a puzzle you loved to solve.

That was love wasn’t it, for people like you. You watched him carefully, you knew his favorite meal. His love of drinking, the kind of villages he’d target. You had to, and you felt you knew why now.

You had to know more.

He’d share a meal with you now, answering your little questions about himself without a hint of annoyance. You told him this morning that you loved to sing, a small attempt at a connection.

”I know.”

”How’d you know that?”

He smiled, “you know the spiel.”

”But how? I don’t think I’m that loud doing chores am I?”

He looked a little sad, “I kept tabs on you. An ear tucked away, kids paid off. I wanted to stay ahead of the game.”

This made you blush, he heard everything. Since when or how much, you were too afraid to ask. You couldn’t be that surprised, the days you’d watch him in that circus tent staring at his reflection, hidden in a pile of costumes. It was like he hated himself, you knew the feeling all too well.

You carefully brushed your hand against his on the table, Buggy holding it firmly. You never spoke of your feelings after what happened, afraid to be rejected. You held his gaze, hoping you weren’t falling into wishful thinking.

”So you sing while you work huh?”

”Doesn’t everyone?”

He shrugged with a smile, “maybe.”

You slowly inched forward, enough time for him to push you away. His lips stayed still as you pressed against him.

You frowned, “sorry.”

”How can I know you won’t change your mind? Not everyone has the stomach to be a pirate. Especially where we’re going.”

You nod, eyes glued to your plate the rest of your meal. Buggy didn’t know what to say, the bitterness he felt made him sick. He could throw you overboard, slit your throat in your sleep. You claimed to love him and did all the same to him anyway. He could love you to death, by his hand only.

You avoid each other again until nightfall, your little ritual at this point. This time it’s you with your arms around him, listening to the ocean waves hitting the ship. Buggy was lonely, no matter how many betrayed him, he always let someone in. You were the same. A dangerous game you both played, no wonder you loved him.

”I never thanked you for the map, so thanks,” he said.

”I needed to make things right, even if you killed me after.”

He nodded, “I wanted to dock somewhere close. Get you something better than that peg leg.”

”Makes me feel like a real pirate,” you attempt to joke.

”I really didn’t mean it.”

”You meant to kill me.”

He smiled sadly, “no, not that either.”

Your heart raced, he always loved you. Why?

”You-why? I mean look at me even before all this, look at what we’ve done to each other.”

”You always made me feel like a big shot. I mean, shit. I got wanted posters everywhere, but you were so persistent. Couldn’t just be that bounty, I saw the real you.”

You saw him at his worst, his best. The way he’d carefully apply his mask, smudging the make up just so. A performance, one he’d flub once in awhile. And you saw that too.

”Can you trust me?”

He frowned, “can you?”

You searched his face, you had a crazy idea. Grabbing his hands you led him toward the cockpit, until you pushed your back against a wall. You reached into his jacket pocket, fishing out the knives.

”Maybe we need a do over, right now.”

A grin spread across his face, “alright. I can do that.

The deck was dark, Buggy’s eyes adjusted to your form against the ship. This was crazy, but he was careful. Always was.

”What’s your favorite color?”

A knife landed by your wrist, “you’re seriously asking that? Uh, blue.”

Another by your waist, “why’d you keep the pinky?”

You thought about it longer than he expected, “I wanted to study the chop chop fruit. But I guess…it was really to keep you close. You felt it, couldn’t you?”

”Yeah. Until you kept it in that island. Good way to avoid you for awhile.”

You blushed with embarrassment, “you occupied my thoughts way too much.”

He laughed, throwing another knife between your legs.

“What kind of thoughts?”

You supposed it wouldn’t hurt to admit it now, “one too many sex dream. Made me mad as hell.”

He laughed again, a hearty cackle that meant he was never going to let you live it down. You were thankful for how dark it was outside.

”Baby, are you blushing? Aw, don’t be like that. Hope the real thing lived up to the hype.”

”And if it didn’t?”

”Oh, I don’t believe that. Guess I’ll have to try it again, won’t I?”

Buggy glanced at the remaining knives in his hand, his heart ached at the things he wanted to ask you. You smiled gently at him, silently encouraging him to continue. This act was always about trust, and you trusted him.

Another throw, “why’d you do it?”

You gulped, “you consumed my life too much. I figured it was time. If I acted like I wanted you, you wouldn’t kill me. If my leg hadn’t been injured, I’d probably lie and say to trust me and then…well you know.”

That hurt to hear as much as it hurt you to say it. Buggy didn’t look at you, turning the knife around in his hand.

”I think…I know, the moment I let my guard down…The first time we…I knew I was in love with you. And that I always was.”

His throw landed above your head, “so why?”

A tear rolled down your cheek, “you’d do it first. They always do.”

He moved to walk toward you, you stopped him.

”Let’s finish this.”

You stood tall, and Buggy aimed carefully.

”Would you have liked me at that bar? Before all this?”

You choked on a sob, “yeah. Of course I would. I’m sorry I teased you, I didn’t know.”

”I have a temper.”

”I know.”

”You can throw in a jab now.”

You shook your head, “I’m not that clever.”

He walked over, holding your chin in his hand. The kiss he gave was tender and sweet, like either of you would break. You leaned into him, afraid to break the kiss first.

“Come on,” he whispered.

You felt like a kid again, giddy as he led you to your cabin. And it really was your cabin, already filled with your own personal items. Buggy never intended for you to leave.

He held you close as you peeled the layers of clothing off. You were taking your time, drinking each other in. He suddenly kissed you in a hurry, holding your face close to his as you lowered onto the bed. Your fingers roamed his chest down to his stomach, a soft hiss escaped as you touched his wound.

”God, I’m so sorry.”

”Hey, look at me. It’s okay. I like a girl with that kind of fire.”

He smiled at your laugh, continuing to kiss you. You clung to him to keep your bodies close, Buggy working a shuddering moan out of you. He sighed in your ear, appreciating the slickness.

“Baby, I love you.”

”I love you, I’m so sorry.”

He shushed you, “don’t say that ever again. Please.”

As he entered you, he apologized. You kissed his closed eyes, his thrusts slow and deliberate.

“You don’t gotta keep saying it either.”

He nodded, his persona stripped away in this moment. The kisses smeared his makeup, slowly revealing the man beneath the mask.

The build up was too much, you urged him to move faster. He obeyed your command, following your lead. Your hands reached for his, locking fingers tightly as your rode your orgasm together.

He rested his head on your chest, still inside you. Softly, you hummed as your played with his hair. What would have happened if that first night you met went smoother? The young, angry Buggy seemed so different to the man you held now.

You supposed you changed too. You were soft, and that was okay now. He pulled out and you missed him, Buggy keeping his hand with you as he cleaned up.

“You really like blue?”

”Don’t flatter yourself, honey.”

He laughed, settling into bed with you. He spooned you, kissing your head. You cried, only a little bit. Your heart was just too full.

”Hey, hey. It’s okay now. I promise.”

You trusted his words, and you trusted him.

#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #one piece #buggy one piece #this is what I write when I’m avoiding other fics n work things lmao

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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hey could i please get a lo'ak x f!reader oneshot where lo'ak goes to see payakan (by himself) and he is just chatting payakans ear off about y/n ans how amazing he thinks she is and payakan was like "confess to her???" or something and he was "nahh i cant do that, she doesnt even like me like that" but payakan wasnt believing him so he asks to see her and lo'ak agrees and when y/n and payakan meet payakan "accidentally" exposes lo'ak about his feels, and lo'ak is super embarrassed trying to deny it but y/n cuts him off saying she likes him too , tyy :>

-🪶♡

Confess Already

Tags: Lo’ak x Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Hella Fluff, Lo’ak Talks Like Aladdin LMAO

Warnings: None

Lo’ak is whipped for you. He’s always chatting Payakan’s ear off about how pretty and amazing you are, and he’s had enough of him not gathering up the courage to confess yet. Payakan is many things; a tulkun, an outcast, but best of all, a wingman.

An AU where Payakan’s not a cockblocker, but a wingman for once LMFAO also im not sure if u meant to be anon or not but like i gave u a hashtag anyways so😜🤝

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [20/02/23] ❞

Lo'ak went swimming alone with Payakan, as he regularly does.

Splashing and playing in the sea was something they did all the time. They'd explore the reef or Lo'ak would cannonball off Payakan's back, but Lo'ak was absorbed by his thoughts today.

Payakan whistled in irritation at his spacing out habit, and Lo'ak swished his legs back and forth in the water lazily. He didn't realize Payakan was talking to him until he submerged his fin.

Lo'ak sputtered under the water as Payakan hoisted him back up, his arms outstretched in bewilderment. He glared at him, and Payakan blinked back with the same force. He whistled again as if to ask, "what's wrong?"

Lo'ak ran a hand through his braids, and sighed wistfully. He shifted his body to face Payakan properly and began to sign with his hands.

"I met a girl."

Lo'ak could tell Payakan was intrigued, but did not know who he meant.

He groaned. "Y/N."

Payakan laughed out loud with a succession of clicks. Lo'ak ignored his response and persisted.

"Eywa, she's beautiful. You have to meet her! Every time I'm around Y/N, she's just so amazing... She’s got these eyes that just... And her smile!"

Lo'ak rolled onto his back and laid on Payakan's fin, returning to his daydreaming about you. Payakan was dissatisfied. Lo'ak could determine from his expression that he was perplexed as to why he hadn't confessed to you yet.

He sat up, frustrated. "I can't do that! She doesn't even like me like that. What if Y/N rejects me?"

Payakan whistled again in disbelief, then asked Lo'ak to meet you to make sure of it.

"I could bring her to our swims, but I doubt she even sees me that way..."

Ah, if only he knew.

...

You agreed to meet Payakan, much to Lo'ak's consternation.

So there you were, caressing Payakan gently while marvelling at how Lo'ak managed to befriend him. That was a story he could tell you another day, but for now he was anxious about what Payakan was up to. Why on Pandora did he want to meet you?

Payakan watched Lo'ak's dopey expression, evidently unimpressed, while you gushed at how incredible the tulkun was. Lo'ak was completely smitten by you, his bright smile reaching the corners of his eyes as he observed you.

Payakan, the filter less tulkun that he was, began clicking at Lo'ak.

To Lo'ak's chagrin, he knew you comprehended what the tulkun's clicks implied, and your countenance transformed from awe to uncertainty.

You drew back from Payakan. "What's up with him?"

He kept laughing at Lo'ak, and you whirled around to see what was so hilarious. You noticed Lo'ak's lingering gaze and realized what was happening. Then, a deep flush enveloped his features, and he averted his eyes from you; his skin was flushed and feverish.

Payakan hummed, mocking Lo'ak about his crush in an inadvertent (but not really) fashion. Although Lo'ak couldn't fully grasp what he was saying, he understood the gist of what Payakan meant, and instantly became mortified.

He turned to you, and desperately tried to deny it. "It's not true, Payakan is just a pathological lia-"

You silenced him with a finger against his lips. "I like you too."

That really shut him up.

Lo'ak felt himself go into cardiac arrest and slowly sank backwards into the water, similarly to a dead fish. You thought his reaction was sweet, but Lo'ak assumed he'd finally learned the way of water; perhaps he'll bury himself beneath the sand, too.

He started sinking.

You shouted in a panic. "Eywa, Lo'ak!"

You hurriedly plunged your head to swim after him and haul him over the surface of the water. You tightened your grasp on his waist, and once he regained consciousness, you began to smirk at him.

You giggled. "Did you serious pass out because I said that?"

Lo'ak tore your hands away from his shivering waist, and shielded his face with a clenched fist. "Shut up!"

You could still see the evident blush dusting his features. What a cutie.

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se1f · 4 months

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Hiiiii bb, it’s actually a “success story” lmao. so in the previous ask i was talking abt a project and it weighs around 70% of my grades, it’s super imp. i had a deadline of 30th dec, tbh i was very lazy and didn’t do much (ik ☠️). so this week i was slightly anxious BC they actually gave an extension i.e 30th dec. i got that extension like i deep down knew they extend and they did, it was 30tg dec BUT then there’s like 3/4 days left, i was slightly anxious (usually i’d be dying by now). but then i was like oh this problem isn’t mine. the deadline doesn’t exist, it only exists bc i’m making it more real by being aware. that doesn’t lack anything, and everything is instant, knowing this i was very laid back 😭💀. Tbh i was just thinking (my mind is never quiet) i just realized i’m internalizing failure is an option, then i just said to myself, failure is an illusion but i’m just going to remove that. Failure doesn’t exist for me. then i was like every single time, when i was faced w difficult situation, everything will be alright. ngl i was like if i don’t submit, i’d have to repeat the sem. and that’s scary af, but then i’m like it’s an illusion who cares🧍🏻‍♀️, but then i didn’t want that as an option☠️. i literally went on w the day like it’s going to fine, i’m lucky as hell. I KID U NOT i get a notification the submission date is 30tg dec. for some reason i was really calm, bc i detached my self from the whole issue, like it’s all an illusion including the problem, the deadline. In the noon, i get another notification, it literally says “GOOD NEWS, THE DATE HAS BEEN EXTENDED TO 10th JAN” 😭💀. istg i wasn’t over the moon or anything, i just smiled. ITS CRAZYYYY, ND is wayyy better than loa. where they keep telling persisting, and it’s just exhausting. it’s crazy WHEN u feel like this whole thing is like a game, and that can decide what this illusion wants.

i rambled a lot 👩🏻. but to everyone who’s like why aren’t the desires materializing?? pause, ND you’re not doing anything to get. it’s like you know you breathe? do u check or like constantly are believing that you breathe? nope, you just are aware, aware of reading thsi rn, aware of comprehending this. the most freeing thing is, none of this is real, it’s all illusion, concepts don’t exist. everything is instant for that. the moment you’re aware of xyz or your let’s say desired life, it’s already there. don’t go asking where? i don’t see it? it’s not real etc. it’s bc you still believe you’re a limited human experiencing through the 5 senses. i’d like to recommend everyone to make their own opinion of ND, bc at the end of the day, you’re the game maker not the player.

THANK YOUUU, it’s like i’ve gained the cheat code to life rn, it’s so relieving that, everything is instant and nothing is real, it’s all illusion, hence we have all possibilities to choose a whole another illusion.

~ 👿

heyyy 👿 anon!! omgg please this was so entertaining to read, thank you so much for not only sharing your experience, but updating us on what happened! having a project be 70% of your grade is so crazy, i would've also been feeling anxious! just as you seemingly extended the due date, i am sure with your dedication you got an A++!! i couldn't have put it any more perfect than you have :) there is no need to thank me, anon! this was all you, sun beam <33 i hope to hear from you again, have a fantastic week!

#asks #experience

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puppiesandnightlock · 6 months

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Link: My Blood (super sons week day five)

Summary:

Damian reflects on the use of the nickname "dami" and jon tells him abt some new words he learned in arabic.

also known as some angsty shit that started out rlly sweet but ended with a possible dead damian??

The first time that Jon had called Damian “Dami”, he had instantly recoiled, with a stubborn response of “Don’t call me that.”

After all, how could he know what it meant to him?

Nevertheless, he persisted. His brothers had taken to calling him what they assumed was only a shortened version of his name, as well as his father on rare occasions.

After a particularly hard battle, Jon had said it with such reverence, he nearly believed him when he did, although he was quick to snap back at him.

A few similar altercations like that, and Jon had stopped, changing it to various other little nicknames, somehow only ringing it out in the most dire of situations, when emotions ran high.

It sent a pang to Damian’s heart, because although he wouldn't admit it, he missed hearing the word from his lips.

And if he were to die, that would be the last thing he wanted to hear.

“NO! No, Damian, stay with me. Stay with me, bud, just a little longer..” Jon’s face was streaked with tears, and Damian reached a bloodstained hand from where he was laying, his head on Jon's lap.

“Isn’t it funny?” He said suddenly, the world going dizzy.

The sky behind Jon was an orange-purple hue, the battlefield littered with bodies and metal pieces, and battered heroes stubling together, trying to find each other.

“What’s funny, D?”

“You all call me Dami. and here I am, covered in my blood. ”

“Damian, Damian, please don’t-” Jon choked out, looking anywhere but Damian’s stomach, where an alien spear had pierced through the kevlar of his suit.

His hand cupped Jon’s face, bringing him back towards him.

“Hey. Hey, look at me. It’s okay. You can let go. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

A heartbroken laugh sounded from the younger boy as he looked down at him, brushing the matted hair from his emerald eyes.

How he would miss them..

“Oh, Dami…”

“I’ll be okay, Jon. You know why? Because I'll have you with me wherever I go.” He gave a smile, the broken domino on his face sliding down.

Jon held him, desperately praying for a miracle, for at least a Bat to show up to see Damian should the worst happen.

His eyes grew heavy, and he let a smile grace his lips. “You know to tell them I love them, right?”

“Dami, stop, you're not going to die, you’re not!”

The younger boy pleaded with him, the pain in his face something that hurt Damian more than the gaping hole in his stomach.

“Call it a nap, then. Will you talk to me? I want to see you smile.”

A wobbly grin spread across his features, and his hand ran through the bleeding boy’s hair as he began to talk.

“I was so confused, why you were always so mad when I called you Dami, why you always told me to stop. I remembered you did speak arabic a lot, and so i looked it up. I found how much it must have meant to you, so I switched it up. I used it only when I wanted you to know I meant it.

“You are my blood, my heart, my soul. You’re a part of me, a teammate, my partner. I found a few more terms like that. Hayati was my favorite. That describes who you are to me, Dami. You’re my life, my light…my whole world. I love you so much/”

His eyes shut, and the world went dark, He floated off in his mind, to wherever this would take him, with the reminisce of the words Jon had left him with.

I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. My life.

Hayati.

A/N:

DAMIAN NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

okay, you choose, did he die or was he saved????? personally i would have gone with death lmao yes i did cry a lil writing this thats how u know its good lol

i may be persuaded to put up a poll on who wants him to die and who wants him to live and write a sequel on whichever is most popular O.o

if u read it and feel the need to screm at me for doing this, go ahead id love to c it lmao

for @super-sons-week-2023

#jondami #damijon #jonathan kent #damian wayne #possible charecter death #open ending #you choose if he lives or dies #angst #i was supposed to b fluff i swear-#robin damian wayne #superboy jon kent #blood is mentioned so like #sad #like very sad #sort of love confession?#like u can read it platonically or romantically #i got a vague mix of both #super sons week 2023

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jgyapologism · 6 months

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send a ship ask game xiyao chengyao and chengxian

oooh another one thank u!!

xiyao

my otp tbh. i mean, i wrote an entire fic series about an alternate universe where jgy lives, just so i could keep them together. i think that answers that question lmao. but no, like, you don't understand. these two are such a tragedy: they love each other so deeply, yet are kept apart by duty and circumstance, and lxc is someone who jgy is probably the most honest with - but he still withholds - and him withholding from lxc is the one thing that lxc cannot forgive. so when guanyin temple happens, and lxc finds out the truth, he feels betrayed and rejected and like everything between them was a lie and god, he thought that he knew jgy better than anyone else. he thought he was the exception. but jgy can't afford exceptions. can't afford to let anyone too close. experience has taught him to keep people within arm's distance but no closer than that and lxc had thought he was the exception but he wasn't. except that he was - in jgy's eyes - because jgy had never allowed himself to hope for love, to be loved, before lxc.

lxc wanted to know jgy - even the monster bits - but jgy thought he had to wear a mask in order to be loved by him. but lxc just wanted him, darkness and all.

chengyao

ohoho i mean, i love the concept of chengyao as like "two men who are bad at emotions are thrown together by force to help raise this child together" and i just, like to think that over the years, jc had grown to respect - maybe even admire - jgy for his resilience and persistence. b/c those are two traits that jc values highly - and he knows what it means to be resilient and persistent and to build something from scratch. so he admires jgy, and jgy grows to admire jc too, because he sees the way jc had rebuilt his sect from the ground up and how he holds his own against other sect leaders and - there might be a little bit of jealousy there.

so they respect one another, and they have this kid they have to raise together, so they do their best. and maybe jc thinks jl likes jgy better, so there's some hidden resentment, and maybe jgy thinks jc is too harsh on jl, so there's judgment. and they never see eye to eye, but they do their best - for jl.

but then guanyin temple happens and jgy puts the garrote around jl's neck - his own nephew - and jc loses every ounce of respect he has for jgy. even if all of his other atrocities didn't seal his fate - him using the garrote on jl did it for him.

but man. before all that - these two raising jl together?? peak comedy. 100/10 never getting over it. they are a small, broken family but jc and jgy are both tenacious as hell and like hell they're gonna let this boy suffer like they did. that's why jl is so spoiled rotten - b/c jgy and jc just can't stand to see him suffer.

chengxian

oh anon. you just opened the floodgates. what can i say about chengxian, the twin prides, the two brothers who have always been at odds, yet refusing to let each other go?

chengxian is the most tragic ship in the entire show. we watch jc and wwx grow up together. we see their brotherhood and their friendship. we see how loyal and dedicated and fond they are of one another. but we also see the cracks and fissures between them: the way jfm dotes on wwx and the parallel hatred yzy has for wwx; the way jc always felt responsible for wwx; the fact that jc may have been wwx's superior in title but everyone who saw them knew wwx was smarter and stronger ; and the resentment that dug its way inside jc's chest and made him bitter.

but jc had always thought - believed - that wwx would choose him over everything else - except maybe jyl - and he clung to their brotherhood like a lifeline. he thought wwx was his ride or die.

but then the wen's destroy the jiang sect. they kill jc's parents. and jc blames wwx for everything - but still, even then, he sacrifices himself to save wwx, and they tear out jc's core (and wwx saves him too late and sacrifices his own core to save jc but jc doesn't know this until years later and its too late and everything is festered and ugly between them) and the wen's throw wwx into the burial mounds and he thinks wwx is dead and that it was all for nothing.

wwx goes to the burial mounds - and that, that changes things entirely. it changes wwx, b/c now he's coreless and weak and he's had to survive.

and then they meet again - after jc spends months with someone he hates just looking for his brother, clinging to some shred of hope that he's still alive - and wwx is different. but they still try to act like everything is the same; that nothing has changed. except that everything has.

and then wwx chooses the wens. he chooses the wens - the very same sect who murdered their family - over jc. over family. and something inside jc finally breaks.

he gives up on wwx. gives up on their brotherhood. meanwhile wwx has been begging him to let him go this entire time. and he thinks wwx doesn't care when it's the farthest thing from it, because all wwx wants is for jc to rebuild his sect, and being associated with wwx will only destroy them.

but, these two are Class A noncommunicators. they sacrifice everything for each other time and time again, without any thought to what the other one wants, and if not for wn, wwx would have died holding onto the core secret (edit: hell, he fucking DID in his first life); just like jc will probably die without ever telling wwx that he was the one who distracted the wen guards. that he was the domino that led to all the broken things between them.

this...has gotten impossibly long. but i'll end with this: jc and wwx will never stop loving each other. beneath all of the layers of resentment and bitterness and hatred, there is brotherhood and love and care.

they may be too broken to be fixed in their entirety, but a broken vase can still be glued back together.

#cql #mdzs #the untamed #chengxian #xiyao #chengyao #i...got emotional yall

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imagine--if · 2 years

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Haiiii 🖤 can u do a sfw/fluff alphabet or headcanon for Battinson please?? I love your blog and writing 😄

A/N: I absolutely can 💕 enjoy!! And what the hecc, WhY dO i LoVe ThIs GiF sO mUcH?!? His eyesss and anfghsedsvf he's too cute 🥰

Pairing: Battinson x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: FlUfF 😍

A- Activity (What is their favourite activity to do with you?)

Bruce doesn't spend much time out in public with you, because it's really annoying when paparazzi and journalists barge in on dates and simple outings... and he's more comfortable in the night's darkness. Still, he'll go out with you if you like anyway, but he prefers when you two do stuff together in the manor. And there's always something to do 😉

B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship?)

It takes a little while for Bruce to open up completely, but give him time, and he'll definitely come around. Poor guy's been through quite a lot, but he finds it so easy to talk and be around you. He's a little shy and nervous about doing anything wrong, since Bruce isn't very experienced relationship-wise, but he grows more comfortable and sappy every day 😊

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues?)

Like I said, Bruce is quite a quiet and closed-off person, but with you, he really wants to tell you everything. It's just really hard for him to put it all into words, to rehash the painful and bittersweet memories. Sometimes he writes them down in his jornals and gives them to you to read when he's not around. Other times he'll murmur about a memory at night in bed or something. Apart from that, he's pretty open about everything else that goes on in his life. You probably know that he's Batman early on in the relationship, since Bruce would find it difficult to keep that big part of him seperate from you. But after you accepted that and totally agreed to keep it secret, Bruce knew that you're a trustworthy person, so there's no need to hide anything from you.

D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk?)

Bruce doesn't really get drunk much lmao, unless he's had a particularly rough day/night. I feel like he'd ramble about random thoughts and feelings a lot, space out and stare at you, point out everything he loves about you in precise detail that he'd be a little too shy to do properly when he's sober 😌 Then you'll have to deal with him being put and embarrassed the next morning hehe

E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations? You get hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc?)

Welp, Bruce is Batsy, so if you ever got hurt, he'd be sooo quick to get you help and patched up. He gets all sorts of bruises and cuts while he's out patrolling the nights, but it's you that he's concerned about, so he'd just have to try not to panic and deal with the situation as calmly as he can. He's so protective and in love, so your safety and well-being are his priority.

F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with.)

Bruce prefers it when you come with him to events he has to turn up to, like special galas and meetings and stuff. You help ground him and put him at ease, even though the cameras flashing and the persistent questions about your relationship from the press and such get on his nerves as he sends them with death glares 😂 He writes about you a lot in his journals too. Like, he's writing down everything that happened on the night, but then the rest of the page is just about how he's doing this for you and won't let anything bad happen to you and you're the only person he cares about 🖤

G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?)

It's fair to say that this man spoils the hell out of you. Bruce isn't a very materialistic person, doesn't really care about latest models to blow his money on, but with you, he'll throw it around like nothing. You could literally be looking through a book about private jets and he'll be like: "Do you want-" "No, Bruce, I'm literally just reading 😂😂" He gets you meaningful presents too though, things he thinks you'd like and know is your style, because he's pretty attentive and observant.

H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle?)

Oh boy, Bruce can't get enough of cuddling. He's a little shy at first about initiating it, just in case you're busy or don't feel like it, but you end up pulling him into a tight embrace which he reutrns fully. He loves being close to you, burying his face in your neck, letting himself just get lost in the warmth and love he's missed ever since his parents died. Even when he's writing up reports after being Batman for the night or is working on some other Wayne business, you'll most likely be held securely in his lap while you do your thing 🥰

I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?)

Bruce is massively protective over you so when anyone makes you feel uncomfortable, puts you in any danger, tries to expose you to anything that'll be bad for you... Anything like that, and he'll really get annoyed. Because you're all he's got left, and he's not giving you up anytime soon, especially to some careless person in Gotham. He won't go raging mad on them, but his jaw clenches as he tells them in his firm, quiet tone to back off and be careful and all. If they still don't get it, he'll make sure you're away from them before he properly does something about them, probably through Vengeance.

J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?)

Yeah, like Bruce Wayne needs to win the lottery 🤣 This guy’s literally a BiLlIoNaRe, in case you didn’t know 😎 and he spends a lot of it on you, as I’ve already established. He’s not at all social-climbing.

K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?)

It's gotta be you, one hundred per cent. If anything happened to you, he'd never forgive himself. No one knows about Bruce being Batman except for you and Alfred though, so no threats of that sort come about, otherwise that'd really cause some issues.

L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?)

Whenever you're laughing, I think. Like, if you find something hysterical, or you're just in a giggling fit for no reason, Bruce finds it really hard not to chuckle at you with a fond smile. Sometimes he videos it so he can watch it in the rare times you're not together 💕

M- Morning ( How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?)

Bruce Wayne isn't a morning person at all, due to him being out for most of the night as The Batman. He has curtains in the bedroom that block out the light, and he'd probably stay in bed with you all day if Alfred let him 😂 He just as his legs over your body and head in your neck in a sprawled out cuddly mess and refuses to let you move until you really have to, or Alfred yanks the curtains open and teases him lol

N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?)

He's needy a lot of the time, particularly for affection and attention. Bruce will do subtle things like move closer to you or hold your hand or lean against you slightly, and that's all you need to hold him properly. He loves kisses too, they're just so sweet and intimate and it makes him a blushy, lovestruck mess 😍

O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?)

Wayne Manor and The Cave are his familiar places and his home. Bruce is dedicated to saving Gotham, but after a while, he wouldn't mind going out of town or the country for a few days or so to unwind or something. Still, that's hard with him being The Batman, but he'd find a way somehow.

P- Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle when you are in pain?)

Honestly, when he's hurt, it doesn't matter much to him. He'll grit his teeth and let Alfred or you bandage him with a light scolding, but like I metnioned earlier, if you're in pain, Bruce will do anything to help. Even if it's cramps or something, he's immeditely getting you meds and comfort and relief. It breaks his heart to see you hurt, so you'd get a hell of a lot of attention from him throughout the day, to the point where he'd be willing to stop early for the night to get back to you instead of staying as his vigilante self.

Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and your relationship)

"And they will be the light your darkness has longed for." - Joseph Colombrita

R- Reunion (How do they celebrate seeing you after a long time of being apart?)

He's pretty clingy, wanting nothing more than to just melt into your hugs and keep you by his side for as long as possible. Bruce doesn't like being apart from you for too long - he can cope with the late nights and stuff, but not days at a time. He'd find it really hard to stay focused and Bruce would miss you too much 🥺🥺

S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do deal with stress and how do they relieve it?)

Daily pressures of being social as a Wayne, the responsibilities of being Batman... there's a lot he deals with, but you're always there to help him unwind, so you're what makes everything better for him. He'll willingly go through all the stress in Gotham if it means that you're there every step of the way.

T- Terror (What are they afraid of?)

Bruce's biggest fear is losing you like he lost his parents. He's admitted this several times in vulnerable moments where he clings to your like a life force at nights, forcing back tears, while you assure him that you'll never leave him and love him just as much as he loves you 💕

U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?)

Does being The Batman count? It should 😂 Bruce likes it when it's darker - like, did you see him putting sunglasses on while he was indoors in the movie?? - but he likes to see all of your face and features more clearly in the light too, so, dilemma lmao

V- Violence (Do they fight a lot? Are they a good fighter? What is their fighting style?)

Yep, Bruce fights a fair bit as The Batman, and knows exactly how to defend himself. He has his gadgets and techniques that work well for him. We know this stuff hehe

W- Wow (What do you do that really surprises them? What do you do that they really like?)

Bruce loves you being you. Watching you be comfortable in your own skin wherever and whenever is so beautiful and amazing to see, because he loves everything about you and seeing the little things you do that just make his day.

X- (Explicit headcanon. For all you degenerates)

Yikes, I don't really write smut 😅🤣 I will say that Bruce is a really soft, passionate lover, and any way the two of you can bond and be close together, he's more than willing to try it. He just lives to make you happy 🥺

Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly that they can’t deal with it?)

I'm not sure about this one... that stuff wouldn't be typical phobias and disgusts to do with bugs and sicky basic things like that. Even though Bruce is Batman, seeing sadistic acts and torture makes him shiver and feel sick to his stomach, though you'd never be able to tell.

Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without you?)

He finds it hard to sleep anyways, unless he's seriously worn out from being Batman. Bruce will sleep better with you there cuddling beside him, his arms wrapped protectively around you, because he knows you're there and safe, and loves the feeling of you in his arms

This was so fun and cute to write 😘

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sakuraoora · 2 years

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First congrats on 100! 💕 so happy i found ur blog <3 and for your event may i please request ‘kiss the demons out of my dreams’ from novocaine by green day, genre hurt comfort and character xiao bc i think those lyrics fit him so much. Gender neutral reader if possible please. Thank u so much <3 take care, love!

Hi Hori!!!! Thank you for requesting & congratulating me, I'm really glad I followed back your blog too! You also better take care of yourself as well <3 ^^

Pairings: Xiao x GN!Reader

Warnings: Takes place after the 2.7 archon quest, some 2.7 archon quest spoilers, hurt/comfort, fluff, a bit of angst, gosh I love Xiao so much

Notes: Ironically, this is my first ever fanfic request... LMAO. I hope you enjoy the fic! ^^

Kiss the demons out of my dreams...

Xiao was someone that wasn't exactly easy to be in a relationship with. He was more reserved, awkward, and less alright with showing affection in public.

You knew he loved you with his whole heart, though. For your birthday, he gave you a little butterfly that he made to ward off evil spirits, but you knew that Xiao himself was always having an internal battle with himself, and that only persisted after he came out of the Chasm.

One night, one of the few times that Xiao decided to come and rest for a while with you, you felt Xiao's hold on your waist tighten. You turned your body so that you were facing him, and cupped his face, watching as some tears slipped out of his closed eyes.

"Xiao... are you alright?" You whispered, bringing your forehead to meet his. His eyes cracked open, and he blinked rapidly before his amber eyes finally looked at you properly.

Xiao didn't really respond to your question, but buried his head into the crook of your neck. Your hands moved to his back, caressing him, moving your hands up and down and whispering words of encouragement.

"I'm sorry." Xiao said, muffled because his head was buried in your shoulder, slightly surprising you.

"Why? You don't need to say sorry to me, Xiao..." You sighed softly, as you fondled his green locks. You pulled his face to look at him, and kissed him lightly.

Xiao was surprised- he hadn't expected you to kiss him, but he let you pull him into the kiss, your hands moving to thread your fingers through his hair. He closed his head, enjoying the sense of freedom from responsibilities. You separated, giving him a chance to breathe. "Are you ready to tell me why you're apologizing to me, Xiao?" You asked.

"...It's about Bosacius." He started, and your eyes and small nod reassured him to keep going. "He was lost in the Chasm. I had to fight his..." -Xiao struggled to find the right words for it- "I had to fight a... representation of him, I suppose."

He stopped and took a deep breath.

"It brought back bad and happy memories alike. The last time... the last time I felt like I could let my guard down and sleep around someone other than you... was with Bosacius and the other Yaksha." Xiao explained, his eyes darting to the side. "In the end, well, as you probably know..."

His eyes darkened, reminiscing his dark memories, before he was suddenly pulled into happier ones when you pulled him into another kiss. This time however, he jumped a bit, his eyes widening, before his eyes softened and tears sprang into his eyes. This time, when the kiss ended, he started to cry.

"Shh... it's alright Xiao, I'm here... I won't leave you..." You whispered, as you fell asleep caressing Xiao in your arms.

A/N: Written for my 100 followers event!

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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Hi @soleilnomoon thank you so much for my previous request I really loved it. I wondering if I could please put in a request for your la vie est drôle event 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I just read about it and it looks so awesome. If you are taking request and don’t mind can I please request Law x female reader with calla lily (smut). Time being at night with neck, thighs, hard kisses. Theme: Possessive.

you’re so welcome ❤ i had fun writing it and had to cut myself off or else it would’ve been too long lmao but omg i’m excited you sent a request for this! i think i might keep the prompts going a little while longer, only bc there are so many options and i like writing them lol

2.4k, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; feat. some jealousy, alcohol (briefly), law is sf petty & dramatic idk what to tell u, oral (f receiving), and other cute things ❥.࿚◠.࿚ ʚῖɞ

💖☁️ la vie est drôle ☁️💖

starring: "surgeon of death" trafalgar law x reader.

calla lily (smut) at night, with neck, thigh, and hard kisses; #9 (possessive).

spring brings tourists en masse to the island, making the pub rowdier than usual; smoke lingers in the air, heavy liquor sloshing all over due to drunken shenanigans from the patrons, uproarious laughter — it’s loud, it’s annoying, but that’s precisely why you like it. the noise brings you comfort, because you live alone and hate the silence. even though the bar counter is sticky and the food is suspicious at best, you still choose to frequent it with your friends. it’s more or less for their sake that you accompany them — especially when you’d rather be elsewhere.

after another round of drinks, you call it a night, not wanting to walk home too late. it’s a relatively short walk — fifteen minutes at the most — the cool air makes for a perfect companion, helping you sober up a bit. by the time you make it back, you’re exhausted — feet aching from dancing, voice a little hoarse from singing along to terrible music. smoke clings to your clothes obnoxiously, reminding you of why you don’t like hanging at that particular pub for too long; you tug them off of you as soon as you’re able, placing them in a hamper before taking a long bath.

the heat from the water soothes your muscles, clears your mind, and calms your soul. you come out feeling fresh, relaxed, and a tiny bit sleepy. you make a point to take your time moisturizing your skin, liking how soft it feels, even underneath your silk robe. on your way to your bedroom, a series of loud knocks — banging, really — on your front door interrupts your thoughts; you blink and frown at the noise. you aren’t expecting any company tonight. the knocking persists, and it crosses your mind that it might be your immature neighbor — possibly drunk or worse, needing a place to crash because he can’t find his house keys.

agitation pumps through you as you stomp over to the door, feet padding softly along the hardwood floor; and, because you like to give him a hard time, you open the door aggressively and don’t bother with a greeting, sighing dramatically before beginning your tirade.

“thomas, i swear if you lost your damn keys again—” you pause, eyes widening, mouth open because it’s not your neighbor that’s standing in your doorway. it’s trafalgar law.

the shock of his presence leaves you silent, which gives him room to leer at you, mouth twitching as it forms a small, but sardonic smirk. “who the fuck is thomas?” he asks before closing the door behind him, a brow raised as you try to gather your thoughts. it takes you a full minute, but your brain finally catches up; after ignoring his question, you pose one of your own, voice shaky in disbelief.

“what are you doing back so soon?”

that makes him laugh, even as he embraces you, strong arms wrapping around you securely; when he inhales, he’s instantaneously captivated by the rich scent of your skin — cinnamon, vanilla, amber, and apple — the annoyance that shot through him the moment he heard you call out someone else’s name slowly starts to fizzle out.

with your face buried against his chest, your words come out a little muffled. everything you want to say to him flies out of your mind; you’re so deliriously happy that you imagine this must all be some strange dream. you extract yourself from him with slight difficulty, laughing softly at the childish, unimpressed expression on his face in response.

“don’t make that face,” you chide playfully, “you’ll get wrinkles like that.” although, you wouldn’t care if he did — your feelings for him simply grow stronger for him as the months go by.

“you haven’t answered my question yet.” his words are a mixture of amusement and curiosity; he tries to school his features on his face, so that he won’t betray how he really feels. jealousy is not something he deals with well, so he’d rather not entertain it at all if he can help it.

but, with you — he finds that it’s utterly impossible.

“hm? oh, thomas? he’s my neighbor,” the explanation is simple enough, you already forgot you assumed it was thomas at the door. “he forgets his keys sometimes and usually bothers me for help.” the other neighbors don’t like dealing with him, and you’re too nice to really tell him off anyway.

dark eyes narrowed, law considers your words, but all he can think about is the fact that another man is comfortable enough to come to your home late at night without consideration. still, you’re an adult who makes their own choices, he can’t exactly fault you for your hospitality now, can he?

instead of voicing that, he reminds himself that he’s only stopping by for a few nights and to make the most of it.

you watch him, brows furrowed, a little worried that maybe you said the wrong thing; but all of that vanishes the moment law pulls you to him again, his large hand sliding around to the back of your neck, holding you steady as you look up at him. there’s a tenderness in your gaze that makes him question if should even sully you with his presence; law will never voice that thought out loud, but he knows you deserve better — much, much better than him.

still, is it selfish if he doesn’t care about that? if he’s not careful, he’ll find himself ensnared by you all over again. it was already hard enough the last time he visited, but now? he doubts he’ll be able to leave without you.

despite him wanting to keep a rather neutral face, you can tell that he’s contemplating something serious. “what are you thinking about?” you ask, maybe a little hesitantly, unsure if you’ve upset him somehow. the worry on your face is cute, and while he feels a faint flush creep up to his face, he clears his throat to stamp out those thoughts.

“nothing, just tired,” is all he says before picking you up with ease, ignoring all your squeals, admiring how soft your skin feels as soon as his hands make contact with your thighs. law is a man on a mission, and while he should probably be a little more gentle — he isn’t. he doesn’t bother closing your bedroom door, instead tossing you onto your bed without so much of a thought, admiring the way your robe falls open and partially baring your body to him.

even though you’ve been in a similar situation with him many, many times, it still gives you a thrill whenever he looks at you like that — like he can’t possibly think of anything else but devouring you whole. somewhere along the line, he sheds his clothes, and you watch, in awe, loving the way the dim light casts shadows along his body. he’s already such an enigma — wrapped in danger, impossible dreams, and lethal promises — but it’s also part of the reason why you like him so much.

the mattress dips under his weight, and you’ve long shed the robe, making it all the more easier for him to touch you without restriction. he runs his tongue along your neck, before biting and kissing the skin there. you squirm underneath him, body growing warmer from the contact. you run your nails along his chest, prompting him to bite you again — starting with your clavicle, along your breasts, down your stomach. in between each bite, he makes sure to kiss each spot, almost as if it’s a small reward for letting him have this bit of selfishness — not that you would deny him that, of course. you could never.

the small bouts of pain mixed with the softness of his kisses and tongue, makes you whine loudly, your thighs parting on instinct, hips rolling forward as his lips make contact with your skin again. he’s left bruising marks everywhere, your skin littered with soft reds and purples. you should really tell him off for that, that you don’t need people asking questions when they see you out in the open, but your mind goes blank when he nips the skin on your inner thigh roughly, sending a jolt through you. if you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he has no ulterior motives. but you know better, and you know him, all too well.

it becomes more evident when he spreads your legs further apart, long fingers trailing along the folds of your pussy, dipping in between without a care in the world, your arousal greeting him like an old friend. your breath comes out in soft pants, lids lowering as you watch him, unable to speak until the moment he slides his fingers inside of your warm entrance, mouth latching onto your clit in a brutal attempt at claiming you all over again.

his fingers pump in and out of your slowly, curling as your hips buck against his mouth, although he hooks an arm around your thigh to hold you steady. the thing he missed most about you, is the way you seem to fall apart without much prompting; it strokes his ego in a way that makes him want to take you away from your tiny island and keep you by his side always.

he knows it’s improbable, the pirate life isn’t for everyone, but he can’t help but want that anyway.

your moans only encourage him, your delicate fingers thread through his dark hair, tugging on it recklessly as he fucks you with his fingers, picking up the pace, scissoring them inside of you with purpose. the moment he sucks on your clit, you swear you see stars; your chest heaves, mouth falling open as he treats your pussy like his personal plaything.

which, if you’re honest with yourself, it is. sort of.

he pulls his mouth away, only so he can speak, licking his lips and savoring your taste as his fingers never slow. he loves the way your pussy clenches tightly around his fingers without remorse; it’s cute. he doesn’t mind though, he likes that you can’t seem to get enough of him.

“tell me about him,” he says absently, as if he wasn’t currently ruining your life in the best way possible. your eyes shut but you manage to formulate a somewhat coherent response in return.

“wh—what? who?” you’re not sure why he’s even talking right now, when he could be busy kissing you.

law slides a third finger inside of you at your feigned ignorance. “your neighbor.” a clipped, terse response that should piss you off, but you’re too busy enjoying him and the sound of his voice right now to care. “tell me about him.” he doesn’t know why he’s asking; he supposes his annoyance didn’t actually go away, and he figures if you can think about someone else while he’s fucking you, then he’s not doing a good enough job.

except, you’re not thinking about anything or anyone other than the man before you.

“law, what are you—” your words are cut off when he plunges his fingers into you deeply, eyes watching your movements closely. if he keeps it up, you might pass out. “fuck, i don’t…” you’re out of breath, mind all over the place as he pulls his fingers out of you suddenly.

“i don’t like when you play stupid with me,” he says darkly, rubbing his cock against your pussy, further placing you under his spell before casually slipping the head inside of you.

annoyed, because your orgasm was right there and he took it away, you look at him fiercely, ready to tell him off “i have no idea what you’re talking ab—” his hips snap forward and he slams his cock inside of you, effectively silencing whatever nonsense you were about to spew.

“don’t you, though?”

you wish you knew; you’re so frustrated and turned on that you can’t think. he feels the same way too, unsurprisingly. and, while he won’t ever admit to his jealousy, you’re starting to see it; he gives you a haunted look, one that’s equal parts hunger and lust, with a splash of adoration because despite all of that he still cares so much for you. the heart is a terrible thing to have, he should know; you wrap your legs around him, keeping him close to you, his thrusts rougher than they normally are, and you can’t get enough of them.

when his lips finally meet yours, after being apart for so, so long, he kisses you ardently, a feverish rush taking over him as his tongue slides into your mouth. the heat that passes between you two is enough to make you perspire, but you don’t care; all you want is for him to keep fucking you until you can barely stand, until all you can think about is him. he wants to interrogate you further, but is steadily losing himself in the softness of your pussy, your wetness coating the length of his cock in a way that invigorates him further.

each kiss is more brutal than the last, and you dig your nails into his back in retaliation; he bites your bottom lip, making you gasp, and he angles his hips to fuck you harder. at the rate he’s going, you’re sure the bed frame and mattress won’t last — but you don’t mind at all. you’ll chastise him later over his possessive, unnecessary behavior, but for now you simply want to be in the moment and enjoy him while you can. you place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, making him falter a bit, hips slowing only because he knows he’s being ridiculous. as much as you want to hold on, you can’t; his cock is too much — too thick, too heavy — the way his balls slap against you should make you embarrassed but you’re far too into it.

more importantly, you’re far too into him to feel any sort of shame right now. when you cum, it’s like he’s finally figured out the meaning to life; you cry out, chant his name loud enough to raise the dead, and his thrusts never relent — until his own orgasm finds him. you’re both a sweaty, panting mess, and as his hips slow down, he kisses you again, a bit softer this time. possibly as an apology, or maybe because he understands that he shouldn’t waste his time over pointless petty thoughts and feelings, when he should be enjoying you properly.

you’re too tired to question him, but almost as if you’re a little possessive too, your pussy clenches around him once more to remind him that he belongs to you as much as you belong to him.

🌙 credit to leafsea for the cute crescent moon divider 🌙

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