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idkfitememate · 5 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write another part for Otter creator! Like maybe them with Furina and Neuvillette having a tea party or something! (Possibly Wriothesley[?]!!), and they start realising more! (If Wriothesley’s there he should be oblivious for a bit!)

“Tea party, hooray!” It was easy to see that Furina was excited.

Because today was the day for your first REAL tea party. Not just locked in a room with her for a day.

And yes you meant a literal day. Like a whole ass day.

Anyway-

Her and Neuvillette were going to FINALLY take you to meet Wriothesley! Yay! It was just a date to take about some royal officiant bullshit you couldn’t bring yourself to care about, but as per usual, they refused to take you out of their sights.

So here you were, getting all dolled up in Lady Furina’s lap. A new bow tie, a fancier hat, and somehow Otter friendly makeup.

Where they found it? You don’t know. Did they make it? You’re 99.9% sure they had it commissioned. Do you look good with cate eye eyeliner? Hell yes.

You were now being carried in the Otter Pack™️ (a rather large and plush satchel that Neuvillette carried around, filled with lush blankets and pillows and only the FINEST toys for you to play with) with your head sticking out of the top, your fur freshly combed and oiled. Neuvillette’s fingers curled through what wasn’t covered by the hat.

Hell, you even had on some adorable golden and lapis embedded clip on earrings - they wouldn’t dare pierce your ears for fear of hurting you and damaging your hearing.

People cooed at you in your Otter Pack™️ and you sucked that shit up, you were basically drowning in sparkles!~ All the while Furina and Neuvillette spoke above you.

“Are we sure we should bring mon preux chevalier? I mean, naturally we should share their beauty with the world but… in a place filled with criminals..?” Furina spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting you to hear her.

“I understand my Lady, but there is no one to trust to take care of them. Who will give them their favorite treats? Shine their coat? Scratch their tummy? No can do it the way we can, Lady Furina. Besides, we are here for only a Tea Party, it should only last around two hours with the matter we must discuss. Three hours at the latest.” Neuvillette replied. Though in truth, he had just as many issues with the whole situation.

It truly was a shame no one was as capable to take care of their darling Otter as them. *Dramatic sigh in French*

Arriving at the entrance to the Fortress of Meropide, the duo were ushered inside and directly into Wriothesley’s office.

“Lady Furina! Monsieur Neuvillette! How nice it is to have you in humble prison. Please, follow me.” Wriothesley smoothly opened the conversation, leading the duo to his tea table. Finally, he noticed the Otter Pack™️.

“*Ahem* I see we have a… guest?” Wriothesley mused. See he hadn’t been on the surface for a bit, and news travels slow beneath the waves, so had had no clue of the big hydro duo’s new friend.

“Yea. This is Le superviseur officiel du jury du palais de justice de Fontaine. La Loutre de l'Opéra Eclipse*.” Neuvillette responded curtly. You chittered happily at the title you had just been given as off the last trial held. And Wriothesley only sweated at the long title.

“I… see. Anyway, if we are ready to begin…” And with that you stopped listening.

You had been here for barely a few minutes and you were already bored. See, usually with Furina, something would be happening. Something spectacular! Or intriguing! Never had you seen her in such a… boring environment. Hell, you could tell she was bored but you supposed that being an Archon came with other bullshit jobs other than being pretty and revered.

You hopped out of the Otter Pack™️ and snuggled up in Neuvillette’s lap, and noticed the extra teacup in front of you. Chittering, you sniffed and licked at it, then curled up once more.

You were trying to hide your boredom, but seemed to be failing as you felt Neuvillette’s fingers comb through the fur on your back. You basically purred at the affection, before sighing. Furina turned to you and called out to you.

“Mon ange? Are you bored? Well I, Furina, have just the cure!~” She said in a sing-songy tune. After, she waved her hand and in a puff of hydro, Gentilhomme Usher, Surintendante Chevalmarin and Mademoiselle Crabaletta were summoned.

You jumped up, messing up your hat and allowing Neuvillette to fix it, before the four of you jumped up to play. The three swam around you in the air while you followed quickly on the floor, causing the three to laugh. Though, Neuvillette noticed something.

Now, already he and Furina noticed you were smarter than other Otters, being able to understand human speech. You could solve puzzles, and once you had even helped solve a rather hard case! But this was… something else.

Gentilhomme Usher, Surintendante Chevalmarin and Mademoiselle Crabaletta and even Singer of Many Waters could speak… kind of. They had their own little babbly language that only Furina could only understand sometimes, and even then it was rocky. That’s why they mostly acted out their wants and needs with over the top gestures… but you.

An otter.

Could understand them perfectly.

You weren’t the only otter they had been summoned around, but then those otter would run away or stay around in curiosity.

But you could understand everything.

You could understand what a god couldn’t.

And that’s when something inside the Dragon Sovereign clicked.

He had been an avid follower of The Creator. The one Above all. Listening gently to all their false promises of bringing his brethren back. If fixing this world of its problems. He would watch as they only cared for themselves. As they punished anyone who went against them. Punished the innocent. As they lavished in the foods and clothes and jewels bestowed upon them by their followers.

Yet the flowers wouldn’t bloom in their presence. The wind wouldn’t blow gently through their hair. The ground and earth wouldn’t stop its quakes. The water would calm its waves. The lightning wouldn’t slow its descent. The fires wouldn’t lower their flames. The ice wouldn’t smooth over and slow the snow.

In fact, flowers would wilt when around them. The wind would whip into windstorms and the earth would rumble with ferocity. Water would rise to heights uncharted and lightning would strike behind their heels. Flame would rise higher and higher and fill the air with ash and snow would turn to hail, ice turning to sharp points around them.

It was the opposite with their darling Otter. He knew something was… not quite right with them. They always had this feel about them.

The melusine would act weirdly about them. Giving them wider smiles and now that he was thinking about it truly… they seemed to always know what they wanted. Even the Clockwork Meka would bow in their presence. When they swam it was always as though the current would work with them, and fish and other creatures of the sea would always surround them, following behind them… almost like…

A veil.

A veil that matched the one their creator always had on in every art of them.

On any statue.

In any painting.

In any description in every book.

They always had a veil.

And glancing at their beloved otter?

Their blue tuff of fur? They lined their back? Combined with the flowing fabrics of their top hat?

Created a veil.

“Excuse me Wriothesley, me Lady Furina must go discuss something. Please keep an eye on ma moitié for us please.” Neuvillette spoke quickly, gently gripping Furina’s arm as she protested, and they both left the room.

You and the three summons looked at the closing office door, then at Wriothesley. He stared back.

“Uhm… hello there, little otter.”

You only chittered in response.

And as Neuvillette and Furina rounded a corner, the Sovereign pressed a hand to her complaining lips.

“My Lady, firstly, my sincerest apologies for dragging you out here. Secondly, I believe I have made a… shocking discovery about our ˈbābē…” Neuvillette’s voice was hushed, making Furina nervous.

“What.. what do you think you found..?” She asked.

“I believe… our darling Otter… is the true Creator…”

Hehehehe… How will Furina react to this knowledge? What with Neuvillette do with this information? And will Wriothesley ever get over seeing an Otter so close to his Archon? Tune in next week to find out!~

Anyway, I love this and where it’s going! I haven’t had to write any angst and I feel it coming now! Hehehe ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

* The official Jury Supervisor of the Courthouse of Fontaine . The Otter of the Opera Eclipse

#genshin impact sagau #sagau x reader #sagau #x reader #x gn reader #gn y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x you #Otter!Creator #anon <3 #asks <3

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basilbots · 2 months

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Solar vs Eclipse

So today's episode was very fun and brings attention back to the fact Eclipse V3 was made from Solar's code. It raises the question: Is this Eclipse better because of Solar's unique code? The short answer? No, not really. The long answer? They're really not different enough for Solar's code to change Eclipse in a way any non-Solar Eclipse could have done themselves. Wanting to defend Earth is not part of Solar's code, wanting a family more is not part of Solar's code, hell being nicer isn't even part of Solar's code. What does Ruin actually say turns Eclipses into Solars? "[Eclipses] didn't try to talk even a little bit... you went to hatred and vengeance almost immediately. You know what Solar did? He took over Sun and demanded answers."

This is not Solar being nicer, it's not Solar lacking anger at his treatment (hell if Moon putting up a mental block for the killcode he locked away is just as much as a constant then Solars have the spite to break through it without a Bloodmoon), it is the slightest difference of communication and restraint before diving into plots and revenge. A relatively small change on how he approached the situation, which leads to a domino effect of his treatment then on which is really the thing that made Solar into who he was today. Solar's code didn't make him nicer, an Eclipse being able to communicate in a productive enough way to appease their anger and be offered a place in the family very early on made him nicer. It's a difference in situation, not a major code difference.

So yes, if anything, Solar's code maybe gave Eclipse some more restraint. But this change is minuscule, Eclipse clearly is not happy about holding himself back, his ass still sucks at communicating, and it's not a change that Eclipse couldn't naturally go through himself! Especially in his current situation. Ruin says so as well that Eclipse could just have realized this is a better action to take on his own. So why did Ruin talk about it so much if it very likely doesn't matter? Probably to fuck with Eclipse. I think it's pretty clear that Ruin doesn't like Eclipse very much, and he's already having an identity crisis about being a copy. Throwing in the idea that he is even more of a fucked up copy than he realized with traits that could "only be because of Solar" is gonna make it even more messy. But all this is just my take. The show could very well go ahead and run with this Eclipse being better because of Solar code, but I'll just politely ignore that for multiple reasons.

#if you feel like this cheapens eclipses redemption arc don't worry you can easily interpret it as Not that #but yeah I dont think any of what Eclipse is doing is something he couldnt do without Solar influence #sun and moon show #tsams #sams eclipse #sams solar

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wilteddreamsofbaldursgate · 2 months

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Springtime Caresses

III. Angsty Dadstarion, but it's quite alright.

“Here, papa, here! You have to lie down right here! Don’t move!”

Warm grass tickles the back of Astarion’s neck. With his eyes closed to the bright sun above him, he listens to his surroundings, takes in the bird song and wind dancing through the trees. The static buzz of honey bees. Children’s play.

Life.

He’s not asleep but pretends to be. It’s part of the game, or so he’s been told.

“Sweet dreams, papa!”

Most of his dreams are sweet these days, but he doesn’t mention that, just complies.

The scents of sun-warmed soil and perfectly ripened strawberries carry a promise of summer to his nose, lulling Astarion into a twilight state of content drowsiness. Maybe he will allow himself to fall into reverie, after all. He’s tranced in worse places, and with worse company, too.

But that was a long time ago.

Now, he enjoys ruining his silken shirts with grass stains. Fresh air filling his lungs all day long. The feeling of tiny hands weaving wildflowers into his silver curls.

Even after all these years, this experience will never cease feeling novel to him—the warmth, the tranquillity. This deep sense of belonging.

Peace.

It’s not a sweet dream, but reality. It’s as real as the wild shrieks and laughter sweeping across the meadow. Children jumping over and around him, eager to slay this or that imaginary fiend. The hem of a skirt he mended only last night brushing against his legs. A young boy humming a song his mother sang over breakfast close to his ear.

Astarion smiles, or tries not to, since he’s promised to be fast asleep—even when there’s a sudden tug at his hair.

The humming stops; the laughter fades into displeased groans all around him. Astarion doesn’t need to open his eyes to know that the face eclipsing the sun above him is a much younger version of his own.

“Careful, Miri, that hurts papa!” The boy scolds as he gently untangles his little sister’s hand from their father’s locks.

“Uh-oh!” the toddler mumbles before she helps the boy pick stray sticks from Astarion’s hair. “Bad!”

“Yes, Miri—bad.”

Astarion suppresses the urge to take his daughter’s clumsy hand in his and press a soothing kiss to her small fingers, telling her it’s quite alright. That no harm was done. There never is. Not here. Not with them.

But all he has to do today is feign sleep, so he will reassure the child later when it’s his turn to braid her hair in time for bed.

“Sorry, papa,” another girl calls from near the treeline. “Miri didn’t mean to hurt you! But don’t worry, we’ll protect you from the true beast!”

This time, Astarion cannot help the faint smile tugging at his lips.

It’s a lovely promise, lisped through missing front teeth. And it’s true—most of the time, at least.

These children, this family he helped create with nothing but love and devotion, distract him from the beast prowling the everlasting darkness far in the back of his mind.

Yet, sometimes, distraction alone isn’t enough…

Astarion doesn’t like to dwell on the rare occasions when the beast eventually does find its way to him. It’s tamer now, the years have made it lazy enough, but every now and then, it will probe him. It can still sniff out the weakness he’ll never be able to shed, knows whenever he’s at his lowest.

The beast only lunges at easy prey—it always has.

So, sometimes, when Astarion’s nights are tense with endless whining, misplaced toys and sharp words, the beast breathes down his neck, whispers in his ear.

On your back, boy, right here. Do not move. It will not hurt unless you let it. Your screams have always sounded the sweetest. Are you hurting, yet? Good, it’s because I want you to. It’s what you deserve, you insolent fool. Have you no respect for yourself? That’s why they hate you so, that’s why you’re but a pathetic little boy who’s never amounted to anything that’s why you’re nothing that’s why—

Once the older children perform their duty to scold the youngest among them, the laughter returns. Their faceless fiend is fair game again and all Astarion has to do is sleep, trust in his family’s sweet promise that holds his cure.

Because, as exhausting as it is, he has learned to ignore the beast, become numb to its poison. It’s a thing of the past and he won’t let it taint his future.

Astarion lets out a deep breath. He can feel himself grow tired under the little hands stroking his hair.

“No worry, papa.”

No worry, no. Not here. Not with them. Never with them…

There’s a gust of wind coming from up north. It carries the scents of sickly sweet strawberries and petrichor and, ever so slowly, Astarion can feel his mind slipping.

He doesn’t sleep; he hasn’t in a very long time. Sleep, true sleep, is vulgar and reminds him of death. Instead, Astarion drowns in memories, but even there he’s buried six feet under today.

There are no strawberries in this freshly dug grave, only the stink of decay. The damp wood of his coffin presses uncomfortably into his back while worms and maggots tickle his neck. Eating at him. Consuming him.

His broken fingernails hurt as he claws at the darkness surrounding him—this deep in the ground, all shades of grey are tainted black. Sometimes he wonders if his eyes are even open, but they must be because they burn with tears and blood and dust.

There’s laughter coming from somewhere above. It’s rumbling like far-away thunder; it hasn’t reached him, yet, but the threat of it is already stunning him with fear.

He cannot speak he cannot see he cannot be he cannot—

The laughter isn’t coming from above, nor is it coming from anywhere, really. It’s residing inside his head, this vile laughter that won’t let him in on the joke. And why would it? He is nothing, is he not? All he is is blood and screams and death. Bodies piled atop his aching shoulders, weighing him down.

So why is he moving? Why is he digging through wet soil until he can see moonlight illuminating his path to…

The beast eclipses the moon and the stars shining down on him. It has stopped laughing, though its maw is stretched into an unnatural grin, revealing a pair of sharp fangs—the key to the wounds on his neck. A promise of endless misery.

He cannot stop moving towards the beast. It holds its claws out to him, stroking his hair, scratching his scalp raw. There you are, boy, always crawling back to me. My good, prodigal son—look at you! Do you know why you’re here? With me? It’s because, after all these years, you’re still mine. And you will always be.

“Astarion?”

There’s a light drizzle soaking his skin.

Astarion opens his eyes to a sun that’s crawled past its zenith, taking the music of children’s play with it. The silence feels oppressive, just like the calm before a great storm, and all he can feel are the small, warm bodies Astarion helped create press against him. They’re curled up against his side, lying draped over his legs, clutching his arm. Weighing him down.

No.

Grounding him, always ever grounding him.

He needs to shield his sleeping children from the rain, he thinks, but his arms are still caged somewhere between nightmare and reality.

Fuck, how long had he been out?

Astarion inhales deeply. He just needs a moment to come to his senses.

He can smell rain-soaked cotton, crisp air and that faint scent of magic he would recognise even if he were buried deep in the ground.

Oh, of course…

“Astarion.”

He allows himself a relieved half-smile as the rain above him is coming to a sudden halt a moment later.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, my heart,” Tav says as she steps into the meadow, one eyebrow raised at the sight in front of her. “But what in the nine hells are you doing out here?”

Astarion can only watch as little droplets of rain run down the magic dome enclosing him and the children, tear drops that can never reach them now.

“I’m a sleeping princess, or so I’ve been told. But I’m rather afraid my knights in shining armour fell asleep before they got to wake me…”

Tav joins her family under her shield of magic, strokes the head of the child closest to her as she smiles at her husband.

“I see. May I kiss you awake instead, then?”

“You already have, darling,” Astarion whispers. “But do it again, yes? Just to be on the safe side…?”

His hand brushes the swell of Tav’s stomach as she’s trying to settle comfortably against him. It’s getting rather crowded—the house, life, moments like this—but there’s always room for one more, Astarion thinks.

Tav grins as she sweetly kisses her way from his cheek to his mouth, where she finally lingers.

To Astarion, Tav’s lips taste of freedom, of nightmares swiftly broken. Of home—the best distraction he never dared to hope for. One he never wants to end.

In the distance, there’s a gentle thunder rolling towards the meadow, but that’s quite alright. Astarion knows that it can’t do any harm. Not here. Not with them.

Never with his family around him.

@seaofdaydreams , my dear, I hope you do not mind me borrowing Miri's name for this one ♡

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getosbigballsack · 2 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂'𝒔 𝑹𝒖𝒕

𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑶𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑻𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒔' 𝒓𝒖𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕?

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒏𝒐𝒏-𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒖, 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑.

𝑾𝑪 - 6.4𝑲

𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖'𝒔 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒏✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

The moon on Earth experiences a total lunar eclipse when a "blood moon" occurs. Even though it has no particular astronomical importance, the spectacle in the sky is spectacular as the normally white or ruddy-brown moon turns red or brown. While Earth revolves around the sun, the moon orbiting the planet.

Additionally, the crimson moon marks the start of your alpha's rut. It was unsettling to consider that the one guy who had vowed to defend you with his life was tied up and far from you in his room.

His cerulean blue eyes, which were vainly attempting to save themselves from the wicked red eyed colour, held you as you peered into them in trembling small pudgy hands. Despite the fact that you two have been dating for almost a year, you have never witnessed the alpha in a rut.

You were in a precarious position.

As you recalled how serious he appeared to be when he first approached you today, memories from earlier began to flood your memory. Before the start of the next lecture, you had a free period.

You may have noticed him get into the normal position next to you, wrap his arms around your shoulder, and say in your ear, "Y/N, tonight my rut will take over and I have no means to control myself now that I know you are my darling omega." Your entire body immediately became rigid. He could smell fear seeping off you, so he grinned and licked his lips. "Tonight I want to mate with you, and you're going to take it capsie?"

You attempted to get away from him while muttering, "We’re not ready for this, Satoru, remember?"

He held your chin in his palm and drew your face closer to his, saying, "Yeah, I remember, but yet when my rut takes over I'm asking you to not oppose me, Ok."

You asked, despite the fact that your voice was a shaking mess, "And what if I do?"

He grinned at you and replied, "You don't want to find out.”

Geto, another alpha from another pack, walked up to you and said, "Don't listen to him. The moon is already starting to affect him.”

“But it’s not up,” you stated.

“It’s still the day of the blood moon. You should understand what that means right?” Geto questioned as he pulled Gojo away from you. You nodded your head yes because you did understand what he meant by that.

“So then how are you able to control yourself then?” you asked Geto.

“I don’t have an omega,” he said while smiling. “But don’t get this twisted. I am actually trying my hardest not to pounce on you.” You chuckled. “Anyways, Gojo asked to be chained up tonight to prevent him from mating with you, but no one will be available to watch over.”

“So what does that have to do with me?” you asked.

“Simply put, you’re his omega,” Geto answered.

“But you just said that you were going to chain him up to keep him away from you,” you said.

“But if he gets out of those chains then it would be best if you were there and not someone else,” Geto answered and you sighed heavily.

“So why can’t you watch over him?” you asked Geto.

“That’s because I’m also an Alpha and I need to be locked away for the night. I don’t have a mate or an omega like Satoru, so it’ll be a little more dangerous if I’m not locked up.”

“What about his betas?” you asked again.

“It won’t be safe for them, so it’ll be best if you were there.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Because you’re his Omega,” Geto said.

And so you found yourself in a position where you watched as Gojo was being chained up against the wall while Geto hand injected you with an inhibitor and gave you another one. You were scared, you have never seen an Alpha in a rut before.

“I’ll have to take my leave now. Call me if anything goes wrong ok?” Geto said. “Remember what Satoru said earlier? Under no circumstance, don’t open those chains.”

“I won’t.”

“Good,” he said, then he left.”By the way, his Betas would be here later. They went out.”

You sighed heavily as you looked over at your boyfriend. You slowly got off the bed and walked over to him and rested your hand on his cheek. “Y/N?” he growled as you swept his hair out of his face to stare into his cerulean eyes. When your fingertips touched his lips, he opened his mouth, exposing his upper fangs for you to see. He said, "Baby," but you disregarded him and gave him a quick kiss before severing the connection. Before you carefully moved your lips against his while grabbing hold of his bottom lip and giving him your top lip, he gave you a little grunt. He snarled, "Baby," before drawing away and leaning his head against the wall.

Your lover called, "Y/N." It will be ok, you said as you turned to face him.

You said, nervously grinning, "I trust you," and he responded by flashing his vanishing fangs. " Your fangs?"

He bent his head and muttered, "Yeah, they'll be back."

You calmly waited for his rut to fully engulf him prior to actually turning your attention to the window.

…

You’d hope that his betas would be here by now. To watch over him, to keep him away from you. But how unfortunate your situation is because neither of them could be here. They all had their own duties to attend to. Their own lives tend to.

The crimson moon stood high in the sky, shining its bright red light over the lake that was behind your boyfriend’s house. Your eyes were changing its warm tone to the shining blues, the shining blue eyes that signified that you were an omega.

As you continued to gaze up at the moon, you could hear your boyfriend tugging at the chains that kept him bound against the wall. He's been doing that for the past hour and half now. And you were starting to get a little bit freaked out. You swallowed a thick lump in your throat as you slowly turned your head to look at him.

He had his head thrown back against the wall and his white fully hair covering his eyes. The veins in arms were prominent as he continued to tug harshly against the chains. “To-Toru?” you called as you patiently waited for him to answer, but you didn’t get a response. “Satoru?”

Still he did not respond. Instead he continued to tug the chains which was inflicting a lot of fear in you. You heard him heave a high sigh before tilting his head forward, opening up his eyes to look at you. His glowing crimson red eyes pierced into your shining blue eyes.

You have never seen the eyes of your alpha. He has always kept them hidden from you. You always wondered why he’d refuse to show his eyes, even when he would take you outside the forest that was also behind his house, to teach you how to hunt. He still refuses to show you his eyes. But now that you’ve seen them, you understand why he kept them hidden.

His eyes were terrifying, even though they looked incredibly sexy on him. He smirked before closing his eyes and tugging at the chains once more. “Y/N,” he finally said. The way he called your name sent shivers down your spine. His voice was so low, cold and yet it ignited something within you. Was it fear? “Y/N.”

You sighed while closing your eyes and you literally forced yourself to change the colour of your eyes then you slowly turned your head away from him. You wished that Megumi or even his best friend who was also an Alpha, Geto would hurry up and come save you for what is about to come.

“Y/N, look at me,” he sang, yet still his tone was so commanding.

You inhaled deeply before turning to face your Alpha and responding, "Yes?"

He opened his mouth and grinned, exposing his fangs. "You know I love you, right?" You answered with a yes, shaking your head. “And you love me too?

You said, "Yes, I love you."

"So, if you really love me as much as you claim to, why don't you come over here and pull these chains so that I can fuck you?" He ends his sentence with a growl that makes your toes curl up.

Your voice began to tremble as you answered, “No.”

“No? But I didn’t ask you a question now did I?” he asked as he roughly tugged at the chains. “Be a good girl, my sweet Omega. Come on, set your Alpha free.”

“I won’t,” you said in a soft tone.

“I want to taste that sweet omega pussy. So come and remove these chains,” he growled. Fear was starting to consume you whole as you continued to stare at him. You wanted to look away from him, but he had already commanded you to look at him earlier. “Y/N, I want to fuck you. Now be a good Omega, like I know you are and set me free.”

The Alpha was mired deeply in his rut. At this point, he would say anything—even if it meant using force—to force you to submit to him. Although he didn't want to use force on you, if that is what it takes, so be it. Nothing would stop him from getting his hands on you because he was desperate for you.

“No I won’t do it,” you said.

“Y/N,” he screamed and slammed his fist on the floor. “Come take these fucking chains off of me,” he growled and it made you shiver slightly. “Y/N.”

“NO!”

He growled before tugging at his chains. He tugged so hard you almost swore you heard it broke. “I’m going fucking kill Suguru,” he said to himself. “Y/N, come and take these chains from my wrist and let me have my way with you.”

“You told me not to take them off even if you ask me to,” you said before turning away from him. His pheromones engulfed the entire room and it was sort of making you dizzy. But luckily for you Geto advised you to take your inhibitors to help you resist your alpha a little. But these inhibitors were wearing off. It wouldn’t be long though before you give in and submit to him.

“Forget what I said earlier, yeah. Now come to me,” he said to you and you shook your head no. “Y/N,” he growled your name loudly which made your ears hurt. “Why are you resisting me? I don’t like it when you disobey me, Y/N. Just let me mate with you.” He watched you slide yourself further up on the bed and reached for your phone.

“Y/N,” he growled as he banged his head against the wall. “Y/N, don’t make this any harder than yourself. Fucking hell Y/N,” he growled his tone sound much harsher as he continued to tug on the chains. “Y/N,” he shouted, now banging his wrist on the floor.

He kept pounding his wrist against the floor, and he could see fear in your eyes. You shouted out to him, "Toru," thinking he would stop harming himself. However, you could tell he was about to break the chain when you caught sight of his flaming red eyes fixed on you with hunger and resolve. You hastily unlocked your phone and dialled Geto's number while muttering under your breath, "Shit."

He picked up after the second ring.

Geto: Y/N? Are you ok? Why are you (groaning) why are you calling me? What’s that sound?

Y/N: it’s Toru. I think he’s going to break the chains.

Geto: Fuck… uhm arent the inhibitors working?

Y/N: it was for a little bit, but it’s wearing out of my system.

Geto: don’t you have anymore. If you do, then take it. It’ll help you to resist him and give an extra boost in strength to help yourself.

Y/N: no I’m all out of it. Suguru, he's scaring me.

Geto: Y/N, there’s nothing that I can do for you at this point. (growling). I am in no better shape than him. I wish I could come by and keep him (growling) keep him away from you. But you and I both know that I can’t because I’m also in a rut.

You sighed heavily because he had already explained this to you earlier.

Geto: the only thing that I can do to help you at this point is to call his betas and have them come by the house immediately but I don’t know if…

His sentence was cut short by the sound of your boyfriend howling in pain which caused you to growl a bit. You spun around around to see him taking his broken wrist from out of the chain. And then he said, “look at what you make me do.” You began to scream as you watched as a smirk formed upon his face and his broken wrist began to heal itself.

Y/N: He broke his wrist, Suguru. He’s going to hurt me.

Geto: Fuck, Y/N. I want you to listen. You know what you must do.

Y/N: No, not like this.

Geto: You have no fucking CHOICE Y/N, (growling). Now calm down and submit. That’s all you have to do.

Y/N: I’m scared.

Geto: It’s going to be ok. He’s your Alpha and you're his Omega. He has no intention of hurting you. Just submit and let him mate with you. I send one of my Betas to get his pack to the house if anything.

Y/N: Please.

Geto: hang tight kiddo.

Then he hung up. You rested your phone in your lap and looked at Gojo who was now flicking his wrist, which indicated that it was already healed. He smirked and swiped his tongue over his teeth then said, “Y/N, I want you to come over here and take the chains off my other wrist.”

You shook your head no and he growled in frustration before making a sharp claw appear on his index finger. He reached over and he started to meddle with the lock that was on the chains. “Satoru, No.”

“I want you, Y/N. I want to mate with you and give you my seed. But you’re resisting me,” he said as he pushed his claw into the keyhole. He needed you and you knew. A part of you wanted to take him. It’s probably because your inhibitor was wearing off. After a few minutes of messing with the lock, he smirked and whispered, “I need you and I am going to have you.”

You heard a clicking sound. Your eyes grew when you saw him removing the chains while smiling at you. He opened it. You started to panic and quickly hopped off the bed with your phone. Your shaky hands opened the door just in time to hear him take the chains off of himself. You shut the door and hurriedly rushed towards another room inside the house to hide yourself from him.

Really Y/N, running from me does you no good he said to himself as he stood up from the floor and broke the rest of the chains. “Do you think hiding from me will do you any good, Y/N?” He shouted as he walked out of the room and he started to head into the direction where he knew you were hiding.

Your inhibitor has finally worn out of your system. You were now in a vulnerable state, you won’t be able to resist your alpha, even if you tried to put up a fight. “Y/N,” Gojo sang as he slowly made his way towards the room you were in. You feel the strong presence of his pheromones approaching as he approaches. Your eyes were slowly turning blue again, slowly falling under the influence of your alpha. “Come out my sweet little Omega.”

You shrieked as you hurriedly dialled his beta Megumi. He wasn’t a big fan of his Alpha, but if you needed his help, he wouldn't hesitate to give you the helping hand that you need. It seemed as if the angel of luck was with you tonight because he picked up.

Megumi: Y/N, what’s up, is everything alright?

Y/N: No it’s Satoru, he broke the chains and now he wants to…

“Y/N, come on. Don’t make me come in there,” Gojo said, leaning himself up against the room door.

Megumi: Shit. I’m on my way. It’s hopeless at this point. He’s definitely going to mate with you, but if you think that you can resist him for just a little longer then I’ll keep you away from him. Even though I know that keeping you away from him won’t be easy.

Y/N: Please I don’t want us to mate not like this.

Megumi: But do you really have much of a choice though? If you keep resisting him, he’ll have to force you to stop resisting him. And I’m pretty sure you don’t want that. So just submit, he won’t hurt you if you submit.

Y/N: Megumi…

“Y/N,” Gojo growled as he yanked the door open. He chuckled when he saw you sitting beside the sofa with your phone pressed against your ears. He tut as he slowly walked over towards you and before you even got the chance to back away from him, he grabbed you by the arm and easily lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder. “Toru, put me down.”

Megumi: Yuuji, Nobara, let’s go. Satoru is about to mate with Y/N.

Before you had a chance to say something, the phone was ripped from your hand and tossed on the floor. Soon enough you found yourself back inside his bedroom and on his bed. He then went to close the bedroom door and then he walked back towards the bed.

His crimson eyes were now fully on her as he slowly crawled onto the bed. He watched as he trembled in fear, blue eyes pleading with him to stop whatever he was about to do. He chuckled when he saw you crawled away from him and hit your back against his head. He chuckled as he reached for you and pulled you down onto the bed until you were fully underneath him. “My sweet, Y/N.”

He put his face into the crock of his neck, and he began to sniff you. He sniffed the scent of your scented body wash and his cologne. “Satoru please?”

“No, I need you,” he grumbled against your then he nipped at the sensitive flesh. “I need you,” he whispered as he nipped harder. Your breathing was now becoming uneven when you felt his hands on your thighs, slowly spreading them apart. He pushed himself up against you and he began to grind his erection on your clothed area.

A soft moan escaped your lips when you felt how hard his cock was. He grinned as he pulled away from your neck to stare into your eyes. He began to place chaste kiss upon your cheeks as he continued to grind himself on you. You could feel the heat radiating from his body with each gentle thrust of his hips. “Toru, please,” you begged once more as you lifted up your arms to push him away.

He growled against your cheek before moving his lips towards your neck. You screamed when you felt his fangs pierced into your skin. He bit you, not to hurt or to mark you, but he bit you just so that you can understand that he was going to mate with you and there is nothing that you will be able to do to stop him.

“Stop resisting,” he growled against your skin. He moved his head from the side of your neck to look up at your face and he saw that your eyes were closed. You could feel his warm hands caressing your cheek as he whispered, “Open your eyes and look at me, Y/N.”

“No,” you whispered, trying your hardest to remain calm under your Alpha’s influence even though you knew that it wouldn’t be too long before you gave in to him.

He hummed as he continued to grind into you. He knew you wanted him, he could smell your heat, he could smell your sweet arousal. “Mhm, my sweet Y/N, look at me,” he said in his commanding tone before you felt his claw pressed itself into your cheek.

You could no longer resist him. You had now lost yourself in the alpha’s influence and your heat that was fast approaching. You desperately gasped for air as you slowly opened your eyes. Your crystal blue eyes stared deeply into his crimson eyes as he slowly rolled his hips into yours. “Please,” you begged but this time you weren’t begging for him to stop. You were begging for him to have his way with you.

He smiled at you from below before placing his lips close to yours and whispering, "My lovely Y/N. My adorable little Omega.” He then kissed your earlobe before ripping your bra and blouse with the same claw he had used to rub up against your cheek. He lowered his head down to plant a kiss on your tender breast and snarled, "Pretty tits you've got here." He held your fat nipple in his lips and gave it a gentle suck.

Your hands slipped into Gojo's white, fluffy hair, and you grasped firmly as you gently whimpered with pleasure. He nipped your breast with your teeth, and you felt a great rush of pleasure racing through your body. He flicked his tongue around your breast while sucking your areola with his lip. He hummed and turned to face you with a satisfied expression on his face. As he withdrew from her breast to flick his tongue over the dried-out bud, he groaned. You abruptly arch your back on his bed, and tuck your toes into his blankets.

“So sweet,” he hummed as he pulled away from the bud to suck on your breast and he gave it the same amount of pleasure and attention. A string of saliva connected your nipple to his lips as he pulled away from your breast.

He licked his lips as his hands settled on your breast. You softly whimpered his name, which caused him to look down at you and smile. God, you were stunning, especially in your omega form. You had to be taken, and you had to be bred. He pulled away from you to remove your shorts, then decided it would be best to throw them across his room so as not to spend any more time.

As he looked down at your nude body, the excitement in his crimson eyes intensified. God, you were gorgeous. His eyes admired how delicate your stomach appeared. He praised the hip-dive you had. as well as your smooth, chubby thighs, which he yearned to wrap around his neck and have them smother his face.

Your cheeks burned from embarrassment as you watched him stare at your naked body. You tried to cover it up, but his hand caught yours and he rested them at the side of your face. “Don’t hide from me my sweet baby, you’re beautiful.”

Your partner gave you butterfly kisses on the tummy as you penetrated your lips with your teeth. Your thighs were then grasped by him and slung over his shoulder. It's safe to say that your pussy was right in his face in this posture, which caused you to elevate a little bit off the bed.

As you observed him licking his lips in response to the scent of your slick, your blue eyes shone brilliantly. He noticed the slick that was oozing from your throbbing pussy. He planted a kiss on your clit while growling. The delicate blossom was cautiously placed in his mouth, and a soft sucking motion was made. When you felt his mouth cover your pussy, you gasped. Your hands made an attempt to touch his hair, but it was ineffective. Therefore, as your alpha licked up your pussy, your nails sunk into the plush covers underneath you and you sobbed.

Gojo hummed in satisfaction, having finally gotten to taste you after holding himself back all day. God you taste so sweet, sweeter than his favourite strawberry sucker. Hewanted to taste more of you. He had to have more of you. He needed to taste more of you. “Fuck so sweet,” he moaned against your pussy which sent a slight shiver to your core. His tongue flicked your clit in his mouth. His lips latched onto the bundle of nerves and he sucked harshly which caused you to arch your back.

Your eyes began to water as you cried out from the sweet taste of euphoria. Your alpha was definitely making you feel good with his mouth alone. His tongue lapped over your clit again,which made you feel flustered. “Ah, Toru.”

He smirked against your pussy and moaned into you. He continued to snuggle his tongue between your pussy folds. He started to slurp, deliberately raising his omega's level of embarrassment with his filthy noise.

As he carried on devouring you like the ravenous wolf he was. His betas were on their way to the residence. “They're mating, '' said Megumi, the first beta to ever join Gojo's pack. “I can smell the heat of Y/N.”

Yuuji wrinkled his nose to smell your heat and whispered, "Sweet." As they moved further toward the house, Megumi sighed. They already knew that coming here to keep you away from Gojo was a bad idea. Gojo was going to mate with you regardless of the consequences, even if it meant beating everyone to get to you.

Therefore, the only reason they stopped by the residence was to keep their Alpha safe while he mated with his Omega. They were aware that the Alpha was more than capable of caring for himself and you, obviously. Nevertheless, it was best to keep an eye on him to stop the alpha (Gojo) from interrupting his mating process.

As they all gathered outside the big house. Gojo still had your legs over his shoulders as he continued to eat you out which led you closer and closer to your orgasm. He could feel your thighs trembling against him. He could see the heavy rise and fall of your chest while he watched as you struggled to keep your eyes open. The corners of your mouth leaked with drool as you screamed out, “Fuck, I am going to cum.”

He hummed and worked his tongue and lips faster until finally you came inside his mouth. Gojo closed his eyes and hummed at the sweet taste of your pussy juice flowing inside his mouth. He could feel the warm butterflies in the pit of his stomach as he tasted every drop of your fluids. He licked it, your alpha loved the way you tasted.

He dropped your thighs on the bed after you had calmed down from that intense orgasm. He made sure to keep your legs open while he quickly stripped himself from his clothes.

Gojo was now fully aware that your heat had a strong aroma. And any alpha that was near could smell your heat. He knew that it would be a problem if he had to watch over himself and also you as he mated. But luckily for him, he said betas that would keep watch over.

He grinned as he threw his underwear on the floor before coming back to the area in between your thighs. His crimson eyes stared deeply into your eyes before leaning his head to one side and kissed your open mouth. You could feel him washing a sense of warmth, which made your toes curl.

He put his arms over your lower back and drew you closer to him while your body tingle with anticipation. He felt your gentle pressure on his chest. It nearly felt like his firm nipple was tickling yours. He claimed your lips as his own. The kiss was intense but oh so passionate; his lips were gnawing. Moreover, you could feel yourself submitting more and more each time he touched your lips.

As you encircled his neck with your arms, you were tempted to groan. He was prodding at your entrance with the tip of his pulsating dick. The tip of his cock was covered with his precum, but he desired a little more moisture. He then pulled away from your lips, saying in a soft voice, "Spit on my cock, my sweet Omega."

And you followed their instructions. He licked his fangs and laughed. He withdrew one hand from behind your back to smear spit all over his shaft. He continued to massage himself and carefully put the tip back at your entrance before kissing you once more.

“It’s about to start,” Megumi noted as he sat with his phone in his hand and stared out into the lake.

“It is,” Nobara and Yuuji both hummed in agreement.

Gojo gently laid you on the bed once more before pulling away from your lips. “You’re mine now,” he whispered as he slowly thrust his cock into your pussy.

“Ugh, mhm,” you cried. Your eyes were glowing even brighter and your claws started to grow. Gojo hissed when he felt your claws digging into the flesh of his back as he slowly continued to push himself inside of you until he was buried deeply.

He plunged into you again after pulling out and grunted. He bent your legs at the knee and buried his face in the crook of your neck while holding onto your legs. His breathing was laboured and his lips were punctured by canines as he struggled to remain steady inside of you until your pussy gave way to his cock. He could almost picture how lovely you must have looked with pleasure written all over your face, even though his face was buried into the crook of your neck.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you slowly began to relax around his cock. “Please move,” you begged. He smiled into your neck as he slowly started to thrust into. Your slick pussy lips splitting apart with each thrust of his cock.

"Fuck," he moaned as your pussy tightened its hold on his cock. Despite his soft movements, they continued to penetrate you deeply. He gripped your legs firmly in place with his claws practically piercing the fat on your thighs.

Your pussy was quite warm and wet. He was finding it a little challenging to maintain his deliberate pace. He kissed your neck one more while mumbling, "Fuck." Your body began to heat up as a result of your intense pleasure. “Toru,” you cried.

He grinned as he heard the tiny cries of his lovely omega and enjoyed the warm, moist sensation of your tight cunt as he slid his shaft against your plush walls. He breathes "Fuck" into your neck once more.

“Ngh,” you cried as you pulled him closer to you. You could feel his thick cock stretching you out and stuffing your pussy to the brim. You wanted more, you needed more. “More,” you cried.

“My sweets,” Gojo moaned into your neck before pulling away. He released his hold on your legs and rested them on his shoulders instead. His hands were now resting beside your head. His body completely shadowed over yours as he adjusted his balance just so that he could give you what you asked for.

“Fuck,” you screamed, nails digging deeper into his back as he hips started to move at a rapid pace. The headboard began to knock against the wall with a heavy thrust of his hips.

“Yeah, keep marking me up,” he moaned, which made you scratch his back once more. “Yes,” he moaned. You could feel yourself slipping away into euphoria. You stared up at him with glowing blue eyes as you arched your back to allow him to thrust even further into you. “Fuck, yes, stay like that baby. Don’t fucking move.”

“Ugh, mhm ahh,” you moaned, feeling an even more overwhelming sense of pleasure because of how deep he was inside of you. “Satoru. My Alpha please don’t stop.”

“I hope our omegas can sound just as good as she does when we mate with them,” Yuuji commented while smirking. God you were so loud. Megumi chuckled while shaking his head.

“Mhm,” Gojo hummed as he placed a kiss on your nose. “Call me Alpha again.”

“My… Alpha,” you moaned. He smirked, feeling a bit satisfied with the reaction he was getting from you. He quickly caught your lips and swallowed up all your moans. The sound of your squelching pussy filled the room as he continued to plunge deeply into you. His cock was moulding your pussy. Yes, yes… just for him. He was moulding your pussy for his cock and his cock alone.

God, he loved how your pussy squeezed his cock. “Fuck,” he growled when your pussy clamped down on his throbbing cock. “You’re cl-close aren’t you?” he stuttered as he pulled from your lips. His eyes were glowing even brighter. Heavy puffs of air left his lips as he moaned one hand away from the side of your face and used it to lift your chin. “How about I… fuck… How about I make your orgasm more fun?”

He licked his lips as he stared at the mark he left on your neck earlier. A low growl left his lips, feeling his own orgasm slowly approaching. He leaned his head in the crook of her neck and he began to pepper the area with kisses, all while he kept thrusting in and out of her pussy. Just one bite, he thought to himself as he continued to kiss your neck to prepare you for what is about to come. He knew that with just this one bite, you were going to his alone and no other alpha would be able to have you, or even thinking about coming close to you.

“Fuck,” he growled against your neck when he felt your warm cunt gripped him tighter. You on the other hand were floating on cloud nine. You could feel the heat rising in your tummy. “Toru, it’s so big. And i-it feels so good.” you moaned as you unwrapped one of your arms from around his neck and rubbed the area on your stomach where you felt him.

He pulled away from your neck to look at your belly and he saw his cock bulging in your tummy. He hummed and kissed your cheek. “You’re taking me so well,” he praised as he continued to stir up your insides.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cried so beautifully in his ear. Just one bite, he thought as his hips began to pick up a bit more speed. You both began to pant heavily as his thrust became more sloppy. “Yes yes,” you screamed as your muscles spasmed as you came around his cock.

Gojo groaned and with one harsh thrust, he bit into your neck as he burst inside of you. You screamed once you felt his fangs go deeper inside the nap of your neck. And even though you were screaming, he refused to let you go. He had to make you his. He won’t let you go until you’ve taken all his seed.

He came hard, and once he had completely emptied himself inside of you, he released your neck and watched as your unconscious body flopped onto his bed. Gojo groaned, his own eyes getting a bit heavy as well. He placed tender kisses on your cheeks before he dropped to the space on the bed next to you. He quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you on top of him before falling into a deep slumber.

The next day

He groaned heavily as he stretched his arms above his head. He slowly began to sit up on his bed and slowly opened his eyes to see his best friend sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Why the fuck are you here?” Gojo asked as rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes.

“Megumi said that you mated Y/N,” Geto answered while shrugging his shoulders. “I swung by to check to see if it was true, and it indeed was true. You even marked her, your scent is all over her.” Geto then pointed at you, who was sleeping peacefully beside Gojo.

“No… what? We weren’t supposed to…” Gojo panicked as he leaned over to stare at the bite mark on your neck.

“No one was here to watch over you. So your rut got the best of you and you made her submit,” Geto said and this made Gojo sighed.

“We weren’t prepared for this, you know,” Gojo sighed as he stroked your cheek. “Fuck she’s going to be really pissed off.”

But consider the positive. Now that she belongs to you, Geto grinned at them. As he placed his nose in the crook of your neck, Gojo chuckled. He detected his odor all over you. He grinned because he mated with the woman he loves.

“Did Megumi run into any issues? Gojo enquired.

“Not that I am aware of," Geto responded with a shrug. Gojo touched your cheek while he and Geto engaged in a conversation. It took a while before you began to gradually come out of sleep. And as you opened your eyes, Gojo was speechless. Your blue Omega eyes were almost the same shade as his natural eyes.

Is that intended to occur?

He was unaware, and he didn't have much time to consider it before you rushed on him and started nibbling at his face. He grinned at you and laughed at this. “Hello to you as well.”

“I love you Satoru,” you whispered as you continued to nibble on his cheek.

“I love you too,” he answered.

“I love you so much, my sweet little Omega.”

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Weathering the Storm

Okay, so the requests for angst or a fight with Abby have been rather prevalent. I hear you loud and clear. I truly enjoy writing pieces for all of you. But also, I don’t view Abby as the girl who is going to fight with you or land herself in a toxic relationship, so that’s not what this is. If anything, I think Abby is the girl who shows you what genuine, safe love is. It’s normal to tackle big emotions when you’re integrating someone into your life, but I don’t want to perpetrate unhealthy dynamics for my fellow lesbians. You're worthy of a love that doesn’t leave you feeling lost and lonely, and it’s out there. I swear.

Alas, here’s my interpretation of your first big spat with Abigail Anderson in a post-apocalyptic world. 18+ only, light angst, sexual themes.

Your first official fight with Abby feels awful, like a steely punch to the gut. You’ve squabbled and debated over trivial things in the past, but this conflict feels more substantial. It’s beginning to fester into a nauseating and distressing ache in your stomach that serves as a meager reward for feeling frustrated and guilty.

But here’s the thing—surely, it’s only natural to feel upset with her given what you’ve been told. So why then, does it feel like a dark, looming cloud hanging overhead? Maybe the ultimate challenge is in navigating the delicate equilibrium between your triggers and your trust in her.

As you process your emotions, you find temporary relief by immersing yourself in work, fully aware that she is employing the same coping mechanism somewhere beyond the walls of the stadium.

It would be reassuring if she were on the FOB, ensuring her safety and giving you peace of mind, but truthfully, Abby is a highly sensitive girl who becomes immensely distraught whenever she senses instability in her surroundings. Drawing on her inherent instincts, she leans heavily into the role of being useful, which eases the threat of her life coming undone.

You are gentle with that aspect of her because you understand her struggle to be vulnerable.

It feels dreadful to be avoiding her like this, and it’s impossible to shake off the discomfort. But the scale of what transpired feels too enormous to dismiss, and you are at a loss on how to bring your emotions to the surface without everything collapsing.

With the blanket she knitted for you wrapped tightly around your shoulders, you reread the same page of your book a dozen times. You feel a strong desire to numb the sharp shards of glass piercing your stomach, the very place where warm flutters usually stir. The ache of Abby’s absence eclipses the original cause of your sorrow, leaving you feeling empty and lost.

When a knock at the door shatters your brooding thoughts, you toss your book onto the coffee table. The idea of dragging yourself off the couch to answer it feels overwhelming, your energy drained.

With a sudden click, the lock turns and Abby steps into your apartment. Her shoulders slump, as if weighed down by the assumption of your hesitancy to welcome her. After shutting the door, she leans on it, fidgeting with her keyring.

“Is it okay that I’m here?” she asks.

Nodding at her, you sit up on the couch, curling your arms around your knees.

With a clink, Abby drops the small lanyard into a trinket dish on the kitchen counter. After six months of subtle hints and coy smiles, it took a mere two weeks of dating for her to swipe the key to your place, and you were more than happy to surrender it to her.

“How’d everything go on your run?” you ask.

A half shrug lifts her broad shoulders, while her eyes deliberately evade yours, exposing her discomfort.

“You remember that old mall?” she asks. Engrossed in her thoughts, she chews on her lower lip. “We finally cleared it today.”

“That’s good,” you say. “Stalkers have been running the place for years. It’s about time new management stepped in.”

Abby puffs a soft laugh, her bittersweet chuckle implying she doesn’t feel deserving of finding your jokes humorous. Her face carries such a profound sadness that it pulls the strings of your heart tight, urging you to rewind time.

“I found something for you, but I left it at my place,” she explains. “I didn’t want you to think I was trying to grease your palm or anything.”

“Well, I’m not above bribes,” you tease, hoping to smooth the furrowed lines on her forehead. “I’ve always been a fan of your gifts.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Abby asks, choked with emotion.

Her question is a thunderous brick to your chest, stripping you of breath. It wasn’t a notion that had crossed your mind, but as the hours dragged on, you were anxious about her perceiving it as a thought you were mulling over.

“Is that what you want?”

“Can I be honest?” Abby sniffs.

She’s hugging herself so tightly that you’re concerned about her blood flow. Fear grips your heart, leaving your mouth parched as you struggle to swallow.

“Of course. You can tell me anything.”

You pat the spot next to you on the couch, and Abby eagerly shuffles closer, her footsteps soft against the carpet. The rug, carefully wrapped in a protective sleeve when you found it, was a surprising discovery on your most recent run together.

The way she unraveled you on it, after it arrived at your door, is a memory that will always stay with you.

When Abby takes a seat beside you, the weight of her body sinks into the cushion and creates a magnetic pull that draws you closer. Her initial apprehension fades as she gently touches your socked toes, her hands instinctively wrapping around them to provide warmth.

“Out of everyone in this fucked up world, you’re the one I can’t bear to lose,” she says. “But I know sometimes I’ll mess up and it sucks because I’m crazy about you.”

“I’m crazy about you, too,” you say.

“I can’t stand letting you down.”

“Yeah—I hear you there. I feel the same.”

Her hair falls across her face, and you reach out to tuck it behind her ear. She leans into your hand, savouring the gentle gesture.

“I’m sorry for making you doubt me like this. I promise there is absolutely nothing for you to worry about.”

“It’s just that everyone’s talking, you know? It’s a lot of gossip, but it still hurts.”

Reflecting on the day that woman arrived, you can’t help but recall her doe eyes raking over Abby, as if she hung the moon and all its stars.

Which she absolutely does—but only for you.

You two have been through this before, watching as crushes come and go.

Each week, the stadium welcomes a constant influx of new civilians and soldiers, captivating affection-starved humans with the beauty inside. Once people realize that the two of you are already in a committed relationship, they tend to respect the boundaries.

This woman gets under your skin in a way no one else ever has.

“It should’ve come from me,” Abby says. “I feel so bad you found out the way you did. Can I tell you what really happened?”

The pad of her thumb finds your ankle, tracing circles around the delicate bone.

“I want you to hear it from me this time,” she continues.

“Alright,” you say. “Shoot.”

She recounts the party at Manny’s last weekend.

It was the only event that you two hadn’t attended together since you officially became a couple. At first, you didn’t have any concerns because Abby has consistently been dependable in her communication with you.

Manny wanted to throw a wild bash to help everyone blow off steam after a nerve-wracking mission, and you wanted her to enjoy the breather. If you hadn’t been so exhausted the week leading up to it, the bass-heavy music and infectious laughter of your friends would’ve invigorated you—Abby playfully bouncing you on her knee to the rhythmic beat the way she always does.

Instead, it was someone else vying for the empty spot on Abby’s lap.

“She got pretty wasted, like—all over the place drunk. Near the end, she was hitting on everything that moved, basically.”

“Okay. And that included you at some point?”

“It took me a minute to notice, but yes. She tried to make a move.”

A hot, prickling sensation coils like a bitter serpent in the pit of your stomach, impossible to suppress.

“God, Abby. And you still walked her home after? I can’t understand that.”

Your attempt to keep your emotions in check proves futile as tears sting the rims of your eyes, threatening to spill over. The moment you sniffle against them, her gaze immediately locks onto you.

“Please don’t cry,” Abby whispers. Using the sleeve of her shirt, she dabs away the moisture staining your lashes. “Nothing happened. I swear on your life.”

“Did you think about hooking up with her?”

“Fuck no,” Abby says. “I would never, ever step out on you.”

When she clasps your hand, it’s with a firm grip, as though she’s afraid you might slip through her fingers.

“She was all over Manny, and his new girl was getting really pissed off. Like, she was a total mess, and no one wanted to deal with it. Before shit went down, I got her out of there. But she isn’t my responsibility and I realize that now.”

Mulling over her narrative, you’re convinced beyond any doubt that it’s truthful.

When something needs fixing, everyone instinctively turns to Abby. It has always been that way. She has adopted the duty of looking after her community and providing structure, and you deeply admire that quality in her.

There is a significant amount of pressure that accompanies the responsibility of being a protector. It would be nice if people cut her some slack from time to time.

Perhaps you could be the one to initiate it.

“You’re spoken for, Abby.”

“I know,” she says. “And I don’t take that for granted.”

“Maybe it goes without saying, but I’ll seriously fuck her up if she tries that shit again,” you warn. “I am not kidding, Abigail. Drunk or not, I don’t care.”

Sporting a mischievous grin, Abby bites down on the inside of her cheek. When she lets go of your hand to fidget with her own, you playfully nudge her.

“What?” you ask.

“I don’t hate this side of you.”

“Yeah, well, we better put the cork back on ‘cause things will get pretty real when I’m kicking her slutty ass all over town.”

“Copy that,” Abby smirks. “Putting the cork back on the crazy, pronto.”

She lifts her legs onto the couch to wrap the blanket around both of you. While she’s earnestly trying to convey the depth of her devotion to your relationship, she’s struggling to contain her laughter at your feistiness.

Her knees collide with yours, bringing back memories of the night she invited you over to watch a movie but couldn’t take her eyes off you long enough to pay attention to the screen.

That first kiss had such hunger and heat behind it that the recollection still makes your cheeks flush, her rough, curious hands keeping you breathless for hours.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Spill,” you say.

“You’ll always be my girl,” Abby says, tracing the curve of your spine with her fingertips. “I’ve known it from the start.”

“Well, I think the people may need a reminder,” you murmur.

You feel her velvet breath on the back of your hand as she kisses it. Tenderly, she pulls you onto her lap and nestles her face in your hair.

“Let’s give ‘em one.”

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jakexneytiri · 1 year

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Neteyam had been watching you for quite some time. Unbeknownst to you. You were always working, always helping people, overworking your muscles and it was too much for him to witness.

How could others be so senseless? He could practically see how your body ached for rest, carrying large bags around for people like they had the importance of a newborn child. He would never criticise the hard labour, the hard work his people put themselves into doing, but rest was important. Turning blind to other's health, your well being was selfish, and that was not the way of his people.

He stood now afar, the words of his father falling deaf upon his ears, as his attention was on your form. You had been waiting patiently for the past ten minutes while the other females stood around yapping. If they had noticed the glare he held, they would be six feet under.

Amongst the group of women you looked frail and gaunt, like you had been deprived of food and water. He knew that was not the case, he caught you slowly eating your food. He wondered if maybe you could not sleep because you were always thinking about what tasks you would have pinned on you the next day?

He could not help it now, he saw a tremble in your legs, eyes fluttering like they were about to close completely.

"Neteyam." He ignored his father's confused call.

Your head was throbbing since this morning, but you held it back, you couldn't afford to suffer from a slight migraine when you had jobs to complete by eclipse. But how you wish the other women would finish up their conversations, it's not like they didn't see each other everyday. Plus it was getting to you, all the sounds surrounding, drowning you into a spinning world. You felt like you were about to collapse.

Just as your legs gave out on you, large arms firmly wrapped around your waist, but you were too out of it to look at who they belonged to.

Sure enough you heard the saviours voice, a particular voice. A deep voice that bellowed authority from within as he blasted orders at the gossiping women, and they scattered like they had been the prey and Neteyam was the beast.

He had lifted you to stand never taking his grip of you, but noticing your flustered state he placed them on your arms.

"Tell me have you been sleeping." You gazed up at him momentarily before looking down. His eyes matched the demand of his voice, but you could also tell he was speaking from a good place. He almost sounded worried?Your silence was an answer enough to know that his thoughts about your state were true.

"Just as I thought." He mumbled, which made your ears twitch at his sudden quietness. The words were spoken more to himself. He surprised you when he quickly turned with you still in his grasp making you yelp from the sudden movement.

"N-no Neteyam." You were so soft spoken, you words were so gentle. Maybe that is why people would not listen you.

"No, you will rest today and tomorrow and the next day until you are good again. Until you can learn to stop overworking yourself."

You couldn't help but stare into his eyes, looking between his left and right, trying to figure his intent. His words, so strong just like him. You gave him no sign to move or reply and with a quick huff he picked you up, flustering himself with his actions. He quickly stalked off with you in his arms, ignoring the looks of any other clan member. You would naturally be bothered by the staring, but your eyes were wide and completely locked on the side of his face. Mind completely clustered by the feel of his body, his arms wrapped around you. Your hands around his neck? Was this real?

"I can walk myself."

Silence.

"Where are you taking me?"

Silence.

"Do you know which tent is mine?" Your sudden sheepishness caused one glance from his big pretty eyes.

"You will see my Grandmother." The same tone of authority, but under the surface you could hear a gentleness that made your cheeks feel hot.

"You should've seen her long ago." Again he spoke more to himself.

You couldn't help but bask in the silence, the comfort that it gave, the comfort that he gave. You felt safe in his arms. You felt seen. Eywa, this felt too much like a dream. Maybe you did need to see Tsahik.

- 🐡

a lil reminder for writers to rest ! Do not rush yourselves please, look after yourselves !

😭😭😭😭i’m crying at this. this is a literal GIFT, 🐡 anon!! thank you so so much :’) 💞💓💞💓💞💓

i need more of this so bad. your writing is incredible!!!

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summary: eddie gives reader a mixtape (similar to what happens in crimson and clover christmas chapter. these songs could possibly be what's on that mixtape)

‘Wild thing, you make my heart sing

You make everything groovy, wild thing

Wild thing, I think I love you’

When you first met Eddie, you were sitting in your car in the school parking lot debating on whether you actually wanted to go in or skip today. You were sitting there, glaring at the school, listening to your radio, when a beat-up van skid into the spot next to you. The squeal of tires makes you whip your head to see who the reckless driver is, and when you catch sight of a mop of curly brown hair, you keep your eyes locked on the person.

As the person turns in your direction, you see who the driver really is. You knew who Eddie Munson is, hard not to when all this town does is gossip. You’ve seen him around school too, but only glimpses since you aren’t in the same grade. It is at this moment when your eyes connect with Eddie chocolate eyes and ‘Wild Thing’ by The Runaways blasting through your car did you see who Eddie Munson really is.

Eddie was more than the drug-dealing, cult leader the town described him as. Eddie is someone who will invite kids to sit with him at lunch if they’re at a table alone. He loves to be loud and expressive because he loves to see the smiles it instantly brings to the people around him. Eddie doesn’t just care for the people he loves, he will do anything for them even if that means putting himself in harm's way.

You saw all this from one simple look into his eyes, you couldn’t imagine what you’d find out once you got to know him. So that’s what you did, you find out more of who Eddie really is and along the way, you fell deeply and madly in love with Eddie Munson.

‘Every now and then I fall apart

And I need you now tonight

And I need you more than ever’

One thing you and Eddie loved to do together was just listen to music while enjoying each other's company. Whether it was in one of your cars or bedrooms, you would just sit close to each other and either show the other new music or play music you’ve both heard hundreds of times. The two of you luckily had similar taste in music, but you also sometimes liked to listen to songs that weren’t too far from being considered pop. While Eddie wasn’t a fan of pop, he dealt with it if that meant you were happy.

This is exactly what you were both doing at the moment, sitting in the clunky van that you learned to love, torturing Eddie with pop music.

“Every now and then I get a little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes,” You sang along to ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ dramatically and did little dance movements in the passenger seat.

This was another reason Eddie allowed pop music to be played in his delicate van. He loved to watch you happily sing and dance to music that made his ears ring.

The song ended and you settled in your seat looking over to Eddie, “Alright, your turn to pick a song.”

Eddie shook his head, “That’s okay, you can pick another one.”

‘Every move you make

Every step you take

I'll be watching you’

Hawkins prom was tonight and you have been looking forward to it since you had convinced Eddie to go. You it seemed like a lot of convincing but Eddie had already planned on asking you when he saw your eyes light up at the poster, he just wanted to see what you had in mind to convince him.

He was very pleased to find out what that was.

You and Eddie had just arrived at the dance and Eddie had already told you how pretty you looked seven times.

As soon as Eddie got out of the car, you barely had any time to grab ahold of the door handle before Eddie opened it.

With the door open, Eddie holds his hand out for you to take, “M’Lady,”

“M’Lord,” Taking Eddie’s hand, you carefully made your way down.

Making your way into the dance hand in hand, Eddie kept glancing at you seeing you beam with giddiness. You stopped to take your picture together, then made your way to the punch bowl.

Grabbing a cup of the punch out of Eddie’s hand, Eddie glanced around to make sure there weren’t any chaperones around before taking the flask out of the pocket inside his suit jacket. Eddie poured a shot of vodka into each of your glasses; he would’ve rather had something darker but knew you preferred vodka.

After eating and having a couple of more drinks, you made your way to the dance floor. The two of you energetically danced to a few upbeat songs, and just as you were about to make your way to some chairs to relax, a slow song came on.

As ‘Every Breath You Take’ started playing around you, Eddie grabbed you by the waist pulling you close to him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, being careful to not pull on his hair.

“You’re so beautiful,” Eddie whispered, not taking his eyes off you.

You chuckled, “So you’ve told me eight times tonight.”

“Not just tonight,” Eddie continued his sentiment, “You’re always the most beautiful person in the room.”

“Thank you,” You’ve grown shy now, your face feeling warm, “You’re beautiful too, Eddie.”

‘Emptiness is filling me

To the point of agony

Growing darkness taking dawn

I was me, but now he's gone’

Eddie always did everything he could to make you happy which made it hard to do the same for him. Eddie’s birthday was coming up and you had the perfect gift that would make up for everything Eddie’s ever done for you.

On the day of his birthday, you wake up bright and early to rush over to Eddie’s. Hiding the present was hard to do for a week so when the day finally came, you had to give it to Eddie as soon as possible.

You knocked on the door until Wayne finally answered, still dressed in his work clothes from the night before, “He’s still asleep.”

”I figured,” You stepped into the trailer once Wayne stepped aside, “I just can’t wait any longer to give him his present.”

You practically skipped your way to Eddie’s room. Quietly opening and closing the door, you stopped beside his bed taking in how peaceful he looked. You then jumped onto his bed, jolting Eddie from his sleep.

Eddie groaned, bringing his hands to rub at his face, as you crawled your way to straddle his waist.

”Why, hello,” Eddie moved his hands to your waist, “What a great way to wake up.”

”Happy birthday,” You leaned down to kiss him.

One of your hands stayed on his shoulder, holding you up, while the other hand moved to his neck and your thumb brushed over his jaw. As the kissing continued, Eddie’s hands moved lower to grasp your butt.

Before it could go further than kissing, you pulled back and sat up, causing Eddie to pout.

”Would you like your present?” You asked, wiping the frown off Eddie’s face.

”You got me a present?” A smile began to creep up Eddie’s face.

Instead of answering, you pulled the two pieces of paper out of your back pocket. Without even reading what they said, Eddie shot up in shock. He practically ripped them out of your hand to see if they were real.

”Are these,” Eddie continued to examine them, and once he processed what they said, his eyes grew wide, “Metallica tickets?”

”Yes,” You quietly squealed, your hands balled up in front of you from how excited you were.

”Wha-how, oh my god,” Eddie forgot how to form a sentence, too happy to think properly.

Before you knew what he was doing, Eddie tackled you on his bed, almost making you fall off. Your head was dangling off the side of the bed, your head dropped back even more as you laughed at Eddie’s antics.

Eddie began leaving kisses all over your face while muttering, “Thank you,” between each kiss.

The day of the concert came and Eddie was nonstop bouncing off of everything. He was so impatient for the concert to start that you left two hours early, it was a miracle you were able to get him to wait that long.

As the concert went on and ‘Fade to Black’ began, Eddie turned his head to look at you and kept his eyes there.

You could feel him staring, “What are you doing, you’re missing the concert.”

”I love you.”

Turning to look at Eddie in shock, all you saw in his eyes was adoration. Seeing that, the shock washed away and a warmth appeared, “I love you too.”

‘Love of my life, don't leave me

You've taken my love (all my love)

And now desert me

Love of my life, can't you see?’

You were shaking from the nervousness coursing through your body. Eddie and you had planned something very special today but first had to get through school.

Your parents went out of town for the weekend, leaving you home alone. Your parents had left for the flight today so you planned to have Eddie stay for the weekend. While there were many times you could’ve stayed at Eddie’s, since Wayne worked the night shift, your parents would never allow it. So while they’re out of town, they would never know Eddie was over.

This also gave you and Eddie enough time alone to lose your virginity together.

Now as you wait for school to end, that’s all you could think about. You watched the clock intensely, no longer paying attention to anything the teacher was saying. A second before the bell, signaling school was over, rang you were up and out the door making your way to your car as fast as possible. Eddie was going to drive his van over and meet you at your place.

You beat Eddie and ran to your room to get ready, Putting some extra perfume on and picking up anything you forgot on the floor. You went over to your stereo, put in the cassette tape for Queen, and skipped until you reached ‘Love of My Life.’ Making your way back to the front door, opening it right as Eddie was about to knock. Grabbing ahold of his hand, which was in midair, you tugged him towards your room not wanting to wait any longer.

Getting into your room, you pushed Eddie further in before shutting the door. Turning back around to face Eddie, you grabbed onto his vest pulled him towards you, and started to kiss him. Eddie didn’t seem to want to wait either as he pulled you in by the waist until there wasn’t any space between you. Your kisses were long and deep, only taking short breaths in between so you wouldn’t have to be away from each other for long.

Eddie pulled back for a moment, placing his forehead on yours, “Are you sure you’re okay with doing this?”

”Oh yeah, I’m sure.” You answered confidently, pulling him back in for a kiss, then pulled back to look Eddie in the eyes, “Are you?”

”Fuck yeah.”

Giggling at his response, you and Eddie fell back on your bed.

‘Ah, now I don't hardly know her

But I think I could love her

Crimson and clover’

Eddie handed you the mixtape he made for you that has the title ‘Songs That Remind Me of You’ written in his handwriting. Looking over all the songs on the mixtape, your mind replayed the moments that the songs played throughout your relationship. From the moment you first noticed him, which you told him about while stoned, to your first time together. At the bottom of the list, you saw a song that didn’t bring up any memories.

”Crimson and Clover?” You asked, “How does that song remind you of me?”

“When I first saw you, way before you ever noticed me, this song immediately started playing in my mind. I knew from the moment I saw you that I was already falling in love. Even though I hardly knew you, I thought I could love you.”

With tears in your eyes, you kissed Eddie gently and with so much love, “I love you.”

”I love you too.” Eddie gave you another kiss.

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adorastarot · 7 months

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What to expect from Scorpio season 2023?

Scorpio season is basically upon us! Can you feel it? Autumn is here, and the weather has cooled down. We had a storm the past 2 days and a lot of flooding but today the sun is shining and the trees look absolutely stunning, so it seems like the perfect time for this reading!

"We are in the eye of the storm. We are going through intense times and Scorpio season will bring our attention, even more closely, to personal and collective shadows, shining a light in the dark and illuminating something we normally don’t see or don’t want to see."

How to choose a pile: Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Ask the universe if there is a message that you need to hear right now. You may either hear a number or be drawn to a pack once you open your eyes!

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Pile 1!!! Welcome to this reading! Can I start off by saying that your energy feels sooo light! I know I spoke about the trees in the intro but your energy truly feels like a red leaf falling off a tree in the sunshine by the river. Your energy is impeccable. Even if you aren’t feeling it right now or if times have been rough for you after the eclipse, know that Scorpio season is going to be good for you and you may even end up feeling more like yourself right now. You may feel like dancing in the rain during some gloomier days or having a picnic during the cooler but sunnier days.

8 of pentacles, 4 of wands, the sun, temperance, the tower, the lovers

This may be due to your work life picking up. Work is going to be crazy for you in the best possible way! You may find yourself working at home a lot, even if things have been a bit stagnant for you, know that it’s about to change! Some of you may also be going on holidays at the very end of scorpio season - to a warmer country?! If so, don’t worry too much about your finances - things will work out for you. Work and finances may naturally preoccupy you and that’s ok pile 1. It’s about what you do with these worries. Don’t lock yourself away and stress by yourself. It’ll be ok for you to rely on others and request their help.

This season, it will be important for you to practise restraint and moderation. Things will happen really quickly, the job situation will improve quickly - but the downstide of this is that you won’t have time for yourself and you will need to find balance. Your family life may improve too - but again you may feel like you are spending all of your time with other’s and none with yourself. So finding balanc will be very important. Out of the blue you may find that a soulmate of ours comes into your life?! I asked for a clarifier and we go the 3 of swords - for some of you this will be an ex creeping back into your life and you will need to tell them to go away - for others it will be a new soulmate who will help you heal from an ex.

I felt an eye roll coming in as soon as I started shuffling my cards for you pile 2 AHAHAHAH what’s gotten you so frustrated?! I feel like you are simply done with everyone else’s sh*t and you just want a break! Because you deserve one! Your energy feels soooo moody right now but that’s ok. Youdon’t need to try to be happy for someone else. If you feel like eye rolling, just eye roll! If you feel like face palming, do it!

2 of swords, 6 of wands, the devil in reverse, the chariot, 4 of cups and page of cups

My dear pile 2, during scorpio season, the future is truly in your hands - what do you want to achieve? Do you have any plans? If so, then it is truly a blessing that the future is in your hands right now. Whether you take this season to work harder than ever or to take a breather - there is no wrong decision. You may have started a project during Libra season or at the very leats you’ve laid out the work during Libra season. You may not be where you want to be by the end of Scorpio season but by he end of Sag season? You are going to be an expert I am sure of it!

With the devil coming out in reverse for you pile 2, it will be important for you to establish boundaries and to not take any sh*t from anyone! Make sure you work on healthy boundaries especially since people will want to be around you, but you may need some “me-time!. If they are your friends, they will understand, No, you don’t need to reply to messages on the same day, nor do you need to hangout with your friend sif you are busy and if it will make you anxious. Focus on building healthy relationships. Even if you are’t sure what your healthy boundaries are yet, take the time to discover yourself and date yourself this month! Your energy may be quite low just before Halloween, so plan accordingly.

Do you feel like you are the only one who is getting rained on right now? Like the rainy clouds are following you around and bad luck just keeps chasing you. You may been feeling a tiny bit aggressive or just snappier than usual, but don’t worry this won’t last forever. Try to listen to your body and understand your need. What is making you feel this snappy? How can you move away from it? Even if all it takes it going for a run and exhausting that energy. Regardless of what it is. You are going through it and you need to be gentle with yourself.

The star, the hermit, the emperor, 8 of cups, 7 of wands, king of wands

Look at these cards! Scorpio season may be rather uneventful for you - at leats to start with. You may feel like retreating and spending quality time with yourself. Doing what makes you happy. You may feel very hopeful for the future, or at least for the end of the year. You may not want to get in trouble with anyone and just naturally avoid conflict this season. For some reason pile 3…I feel like you will be very comfortable in your body this season. This may translate to you buying some clothes that you wouldn’t usually - whether is an interesting fit for you, or a different colour, whateve ryou choose will definitely bring attention your way. You may even go underwear shopping which will without a doubt make your confidence skyrock!

Things will go very smoothly for you until around the end of the month. Between 30/10-01/11 you may feel like everything is happening to you and not for you. You may break a couple of glasses, damage your favourite blanket or shrink your new clothes. During this time just be aware of your actions and follow instructions pile 3. You may want to get out of your comfort zone and try something new as well, just don’t let your clumsiness get in the way of you discovering a new hobby.

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jelepermets · 6 months

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Today, as a treat, I am going to walk on well-tread ground and rant about how Grantaire symbolizes the People of France. And how it is this that makes this chapter so sublime.

Three chapters before this one, Hugo speaks about how Revolution does not always find a welcome audience. How, without the People. an emeute is just that. It may have loft ideals attached to it, but it must fail. If the people aren't ready, if they lock their doors and rail at the revolutionaries outside in fear and apathy and anger, then nothing can be done.

Hugo admits that this is natural. We must let humans care about their own lives and not just the future. All of this can be handled, as long as in the end Progress continues.

"A people, like a star, has the right of eclipse. And all is well, provided the light returns and the eclipse does not degenerate into night. Dawn and resurrection are synonyms. The reappearance of the light is identical with the persistence of the self." [5.1.20]

This is reflective of Grantaire's apathy, his defining trait as a nihilist. It also reflects Hugo's implication that this is not Grantaire's natural state of being. Remember:

"Besides Enjolras, Grantaire became someone again." [3.4.1]

Not only does this tie Grantaire's existence inextricably with the Revolution, but it implies that this existence is superior, is more natural than his current one.

Grantaire also has more interactions with the People than the rest of les Amis do. See when he was meant to stir up revolutionary ideals and instead went to play dominoes. Yes he failed, but he also reflects the prevailing thought. France was not ready for a revolution. Enjolras ignored this. Lofty ideas could not reconcile themselves to the reality.

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All this paints a very bleak picture of course. And yet, in Grantaire's death we get that undeniable hope, which makes it all so beautiful.

We, as real people reading this book, understand that Grantaire is probably still drunk. Yet Hugo impressing upon, insisting upon Grantaire's clarity is so crucial. This, at the moment of his death, is the most lucid Grantaire has been.

Another thing that strikes me, is that thought Grantaire asks permission to die with Enjolras, he seals his own death warrant before doing so, by crying out 'Vive la Republique.' He doesn't actually ask permission to join the movement.

When the People rise, they will do so spontaneously. That crucial ingredient that is missing amongst the population has been lit in Grantaire, and it is a sign of what is to come, it is hope. He's leading the pack with his singular death, and like he measured the mood beforehead, his death can be (and to me is) read as an omen of what is to come. The eclipse - in Hugo's words - will end.

Of course, asking permission to die with Enjolras is also crucial. Not only because of the poetry of them being narrative foils, but because it works as a surrogate for the people of Paris acknowledging the bravery of those who push forward towards Progress while they refuse to budge. Again, as Hugo writes:

"However that may be, even when fallen, particularly when fallen, august are the ones who, all around the world, with eyes fixed on France, struggle for the great work with the inflexible logic of the ideal; they give their life as a pure fit for progress; they accomplish the will of Providence; they perform a religious act." [5.1.20]

Through Grantaire's death, the People come out of their fear and recognize this. Not literally, but in spirit. And if not to all of us, then to Enjolras.

Because Enjolras is, of course, crucial to this reading. Speaking of Grantaire as the People when he is merely one of many characters who are the People, it's important to ask for whom is he? Because he's certainly not for Valjean. Or Marius. Or Cosette. Or Javert. Or even the National Guards or the King or perhaps not even to the audience (if you think I'm overdoing it I respect it). But he is to Enjolras.

Enjolras is stoic throughout the whole ordeal. He speaks of glory in death. He is still devoted to his mistress, Patria. And yet his ideals have been shattered. The People were not ready. The Revolution will not come. He will die bravely, but he will have failed.

But then Grantaire stands up and says he's with them and requests permission to die by Enjolras' side.

And in that moment Enjolras' convictions are justified. If someone who has been the object of scorn, who has been apathetic, who has done little at all except annoy Enjolras and fail to stir up revolutionary thought; if Grantaire can rise up and die with him, then others will too. Perhaps not now, but in the future.

Grantaire becomes someone again when he dies next to Enjolras. And someday the people will rise.

#for every barricade that falls one hundred will rise tomorrow I'm sorry I'm so emotional lol I hope y'all like this absolute sea of words #les miserables #les mis letters #enjolras #grantaire #enjoltaire #1.5.23 #bern speaks

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groovyjellyfishtriumph-blog · 10 hours

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This episodes today... Damn. I was shocked that Sun was not mentioned when Moon hit him. And oh boy, the boys are fighting and Moon is hesitated when Sun said he would not be happy? Delicious.

Seeing these episodes make me think back Sun in the past. Sun in the past definitely break down and cry and let his anxious flood his mind. He would begged and pleased , he would been so helpless and lost . He would accept his fate with a thought in his head that he was useless.

Now... I don't know if people see it but I think Sun is given up. Not in terms that kill himself or depressed so much he is self destructed, but in terms that he is no longer given a damn. Seems like his emotions becomes so drained that his empathy slowly get sweep away.

Why I say that?

1. He has tired of Moon's crap. No "it's not you, moon." No "we can fix it together, moon. Just let me help you." No "it not true Moon, don't talk to yourself like that."... Just balantant accepted. The past Sun might thinking he was a problem and try in some unlucky ways to self destructive himself only to try to get Moon sane again. (Sun is not dumb. He is just very unlucky.)

The present Sun? The "I am not afraid to beat the shit out of you if it means I will bring your sanity back?"? Mr-maybe I - will - lock -Moon-just -a- little -bit-until-he-cool-down?

Sideline, Have you ever thought the reason why Sun decided to build a box to stop Moon was because in the past, when Sun had a mental breakdown, it was Old Moon who did that to cool Sun's head?

Something about the history repeats itself, about the cycle of trauma continues. (Sun is not an abuser, I repeat. Sun is not an abuser) But I would be lying if I don't think it is poetic that Sun will not have any other single thoughts about locking Moon.

Sun is not even suprise that Moon insane at this point. He just looks so disappointed and be like: "Oh well, doomed my Friday I guess. " And thinking about solutions. Not single bits emotions attract.

(just like when my mom struggled to go to hospital so bad, she hit my glasses. All I feel was annoyed that I can't get her to the hospital sooner, and only some shallow anxious about her health on the surface.)

2. Death threat

How many death threats Sun have said nowadays. Catnap. Eclipse. Papyrus. Ban ban. Creator... And now... Moon.

Sun is not saying that directly, but "you know I would be not very happy" and "I can talk to him or something... action" heavily implied in Sun might hurt Moon. Not in the term of kill New Moon, but Sun will hurt Moon to save him, because turn out, violence is the only thing Sun Knows. Violence is the only make things work. Eclipse taught him that. Old Moon taught him that. Monty? Even Lunar taught him that.

#tsams #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams sun #sams #sams sun

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therogueduchess · 2 months

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So. ::steeples fingers::

My Kiddo - who is currently 17, gender-fluid, and very much on the spectrum - came to me last week asking for a haircut. Something they have not wanted in any way for a solid, like, 5 or so years? Drew a picture of the androgynous look they want with notes and pointers, and left it to me to find a place. I researched, I called, I set an appointment for Friday last week.

The night before they messaged looking for details to ease the visit, and among other things I was able to send the pic Kiddo drew of the desired haircut. Alas, it turned out the stylist I’d been set to bring them to only does short cuts, but they rescheduled us.

Reader, I THOUGHT I had rescheduled for half past 4 today. When we got there, the door was locked and they were all having some kind of meeting. They did let us in to talk, because I was so convinced I had an appointment; turns out I’d scheduled it for next weekend. On Saturday. When Kiddo will be at the other end of the state visiting their dad.

I didn’t mean to cry but I did, a little, and Kiddo escaped back to the car, and I apologized profusely. The girl talking to me went into Let’s See What We Can Do mode, and it came down to being that she was willing to do a 7pm appointment after their staff meeting and dinner, which I was more than okay with and thanked her profusely.

We went home. I tested the new electric kettle I had picked up at the thrift shop. It worked awesome. I looked it up online. I apparently got a $140 kettle for $13. Total win.

We went to the hair salon again and everyone was so sweet and welcoming, and they offered me my pick of any number of beverages including adult ones, and they were very gracious when I mentioned the antibiotics I was on and asked simply for a coffee. Everyone left except the one lady, and she took her time ascertaining precisely what Kiddo was looking for in terms of look and function, asked for (and used) what pronouns are right today, and offered to put on any music we wanted.

Her face when Kiddo asked, “have you heard of the band Cake?” was frikkin delightful. She was surprised and delighted. Kiddo proceeded to happily TEDtalk all about Cake through the entire cut. And Kiddo was excellent in asking for clarification when the stylist asked if they wanted a blowout/diffuser/air dry etc.

We talked about her plans to go on an interstate trip to see the full eclipse, which sounds like a grand adventure. All in all it was so lovely and calm and relaxing.

Then we got to the end and I gently interjected in Kiddo’s Cake-splication “for the purpose of doing a capitalism.” The stylist turned to me and got quiet and serious and said, “as far as this visit is concerned…this one’s on me.”

I was caught flat-footed. I codfished for a moment, because I was actively stomping on my automatic instinct to argue and insist. But I’m supposed to be asking for and accepting help. “…okay. But. Well, I can at least tip you though!”

“I’m the owner. You don’t tip the owner.”

She was smiling. My voice was very small when I said “okay” again, and then thanked her, and we could both hear how very much I was Not Crying. Kiddo thanked her as well, and she gave me her card and then SUCH a big hug. I was already planning on going back there for my own haircut, but now she is definitely stuck with me.

#good things are happening #life in the duchy

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heavenlyhoundoom · 2 months

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Sun and Moon show incorrect quotes.

1.Eclipse: I’m totally useless. Moon: You’re not totally useless. Moon: You can be used as a bad example.

2.Ruin: Don't have a bookmark? Try ketchup instead!! Bloodmoon: What makes you think I read?

3.Lunar: I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

4.Ruin: Watcha doin? Bloodmoon: Stealing my neighbour’s cat. Ruin: Scandalous. Ruin: Can I help?

5.Bloodmoon: Who wants to make fifty bucks? Eclipse: How? Bloodmoon: I need someone to take the fall. Eclipse: What did you do? Bloodmoon: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked. Sun, from the other room: Oh my god. Bloodmoon: … Sun: OH MY GOD! Eclipse: Make it a hundred. Bloodmoon: Deal.

6.Earth: Do you know a turtles only weakness? Moon: No… well, their slowness. Earth: Their weaknesss is they can't roll over when they are on their backs. Earth: Now I have a plan. Earth: If I duct tape two turtles together, they'll be unstoppable.

7.Bloodmoon: You're a lying piece of shit! Eclipse: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Earth: I'm leaving and I'm taking Lunar with me! Sun, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

8.Ruin: I wanna sleep for 40 hours. Eclipse: You know that's called a coma, right? Ruin: Ruin: That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now.

9.Eclipse: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Eclipse lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the person who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

10.Moon: So, Bloodmoon and Ruin. Moon: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Drug Abuse, Grand Theft Auto… Bloodmoon: We had a bad day. Moon: And… MURDER?! Ruin: It was a pretty bad day…

11.after the Squad has been separated for a few years Eclipse: So what have you been up to recently? Lunar: Leading a revolution with Earth. Eclipse: Good for you two! Me, I've joined the mob. Lunar: nods Oh, how cool! That's awesome! Eclipse: I know! Anyway, have you heard from the others? Ruin? Lunar: Happily living as a hermit in the woods. Moon? Eclipse: Wrongfully locked up in an asylum, which reminds me, we need to break him out later. Bloodmoon? Lunar: Cult leader. Eclipse: Yeah, that sounds about right.

12.The Squad is playing Chess Ruin: easily beats everyone because they know how to play Bloodmoon: doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway Lunar: doesn’t know the rules, and loses Moon: knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t Eclipse: Actually, you can’t do that, because I said so. Earth: They named a board game after cheese?

13.Eclispe: It’s illegal to look better than me. Bloodmoon: I guess we’re all going to jail then.

14.Ruin: When I get Doordash I order 20 Cheeseburgers at a time and heat them up throughout the week so that I don’t have to pay the delivery fee multiple times. Moon: I hope you understand how food poisoning works. Ruin: I hope food poisoning understands how I work. I never met a burger i couldn’t eat.

15.Eclipse: I’m telling you, my team is competent. Ruin, rushing in: Eclipse! Bloodmoon tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

16.Ruin: I’ve only ever said ‘I love you’ to two people in my entire life: Bloodmoon and a guy in a dark club who I mistook for Bloodmoon.

17.Bloodmoon, after sneaking into Lunar’s bedroom: Hey, wake up! Lunar, half awake: Huh!? Bloodmoon: I just murdered your entire family! Lunar: …But I live alone. Bloodmoon: Huh? Then who are these people in your house??? Lunar: There’s people in my house? Bloodmoon: Well not anymore! Dumb bitch! You could’ve died! You’re welcome!

18.Sun: I want to be like a caterpillar. Lunar: Explain. Sun: Eat a lot, sleep for a while, wake up beautiful. Earth: You know they have a lifespan of a week, right? Sun: Sun: That's just another highlight!

19.Eclipse: I need some help with my homework, Earth. Earth: What’s the assignment? Eclipse: I’m supposed to write a paper that presents both sides of an issue and then defends one of the arguments. Earth: What’s your issue? Eclipse: That’s the problem. I can’t think of anything to argue. Earth: That’s hard to believe. Eclipse: I’m always right and everybody else is always wrong! What’s to argue about?!

20.Bloodmoon: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Eclipse and Lunar's convo? Moon: Me. I'm in the laundry basket. Earth: I'm in the washing machine. Sun: I'm in the closet. Moon: We accept you Sun. <3 Sun: No I'm literally in the closet. Moon: Love is love. <3

#Fnaf #sun and moon show #sundrop #moondrop #sams lunar #sams eclipse #sams earth #sams bloodmoon #sams ruin #incorrect quotes

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anything with leigh 😍 perhaps hiking with her and having a little make out sesh

I made it a nature trail walking thing because I don't like hiking lmaooo I'm just a lump bUT uh.. here's an actual full fic instead of a blurb, you're so welcome. This is fully unedited though so if you see typos, no you don't

leigh shaw x reader; the nature walk was your idea, playing hide and seek was Leigh's. Maybe the two of you get a little carried away, but what's important is you left no footprints. words: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ only; smut, make out sesh turned sex in the woods; pet names (princess); fingering (r giving); nipple play; groping; a lot of hickies; really just... loving nature and Leigh

It was the perfect day for an afternoon walk. Autumn was finally settling in California, still warm enough during the day for shorts, but the air could get cold enough to need a sweatshirt— hence Leigh’s current outfit choice of black bike shorts and a light sweatshirt brandishing her gym’s logo. Simple, comfortable, and appropriate for your outdoor activity, there were at least ten other women you’d seen just today wearing the same thing, but Leigh was always the center of your attention. The trees and flowers you’d seen as you walked were beautiful, but each time she turned to you and smiled, excitedly pointing out something she wanted you to see, she eclipsed everything.

So when Leigh beckoned you over again, you didn’t care that she was leading you slightly off the paved trail, only that she looked oh so happy with her improvised game. “Come find me!”

She didn’t make herself hard to find, not when you could so clearly hear leaves crunching under her hurried footsteps or her barely muffled giggles behind the thick tree she chose to hide behind. Still you played along, calling out her name and searching around trunks you knew weren’t right. When you finally got to her hiding place, you caged her in quickly, arms planting themselves on either side of her shoulders as she squeaked in surprise, “Caught you.”

Leigh let out a breathy laugh, her wide grin matching yours. “So you did. Good job,” You kissed her forehead, warm from her little run, but as you went to pull away Leigh held onto your shirt. “Wait a second, where are you going?”

Your brow furrowed as you looked around, sure that you were facing the right way back to the path, but Leigh stayed firmly planted against the tree. “Back to finish our walk, where else?”

“Stay here…” Leigh saw confusion flash across your face, even in pulling you back until you’d both be hidden behind the thick trunk to any passersby. She wouldn’t have thought it was your first time sneaking off somewhere, but either way, you were being awfully clueless about it and she thought it was adorable. “You’ve been staring at me.”

She said it like the fact it was; you couldn’t deny you’d had your eyes locked on her since she jogged out of her front door to your car a few hours ago. “I always stare at you.” You didn’t know where she was going with this, but her arms were wrapping around your waist and when she finally got you against her, you could smell the light florals of her perfume. Better than any of the various flowers the two of you had sniffed today, hands down.

“I think it’s cute that you stare, especially when you get that silly little smile on your face. I can practically see the hearts in your eyes sometimes… I like it.” She was biting her lip in the way that always made you want to do it for her instead, but this time she was very clearly staring at your own mouth. “Kiss me.”

“W-What?” There wasn’t anyone else around, most likely wouldn’t be as the sun started to set a few minutes prior, but it didn’t matter. Suddenly Leigh’s hide and seek plan clicked in your head; she wanted you alone. Here. In the woods. “But we’re outside—”

Leigh ended up closing the distance first, impatience spurring her into action. She’d wanted to kiss you since she first caught you staring at her ass while she bent over a cactus bush; you’d tried to avert your eyes, to pretend like you were looking at something else, but the plain rock on the ground you had your attention on didn’t fool her at all. It took you a second to get over your shock and kiss her back, but once you did, there was no stopping. If it was anyone else, maybe you’d be able to reason your way back to the car or make a case for continuing this at home, but not with Leigh. You had to have her whenever she let you, even if that meant pressing her against rough bark in a public park hidden away as if you two were horny teenagers.

“You just look so beautiful, I can’t help but stare.” You pulled away to let Leigh breathe, but your mouth continued on, trailing along her jawline until you were sucking a mark in the hollow behind her ear. She moaned something soft, letting her head fall back and exposing her pale neck to your onslaught. Satisfied with your first mark, you ducked your head down and raked your teeth over the column of her throat, beginning a whole new pattern of kisses, only stopping whenever you decided some new space needed a hickey.

She’d have to cover them eventually; the brunette hadn’t seen them, but she could very well feel that pleasurable sting and was well accustomed to hiding the tiny bruises you insisted on leaving each time you laid a hand on her. Leigh didn’t mind them, not at all, but she hated fielding questions and the deep red splotches that you left always rose some. “Jules is going to laugh at me again if she sees me come home with a bunch of hickeys around my neck…”

You chuckled at that, thinking of the ongoing bet you had with her sister of how many questions it took to make Leigh grumpy; it never took many when she started teasing her older sister about her relationship. “You’re the one who brought me over here, asking me to kiss you. What am I supposed to do?”

“Just…” Leigh shuddered as she felt your tongue lave over each abused spot, the lingering saliva cooling on her quickly in the chilled air, “Just this.” Your lips collided again, Leigh catching your bottom lip between her teeth to leave a mark of her own. She wouldn’t be the only one walking back to the car with evidence of your make out session. You let her lead for a moment, let her slide her tongue over yours, the rough surface coming to soothe the tiny cut you’d suffered from her teeth.

Instinct drove your hand under the hem of her sweatshirt, your open palm gliding easily up overheated skin. At first when you felt her sports bra, you were content to grope her over it, pleased with her quickened breaths and tiny moans, but after a while it was no longer enough. The stretchy material gave way with a rough pull, pushing the material higher up her chest and leaving her free to your touch.

“O-Oh..!” Leigh felt exposed, even with the sweatshirt still covering her; if anyone did spot them they wouldn’t see anything, but the thought of being caught in such a compromising position sent a blush up her cheeks. She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t hot though. Her thighs rubbed together as you toyed with her nipples between your fingers, both of your hands now cupping her full breasts. “Fuck…”

You could feel her start to squirm against you, hips bucking up as she shifted in place and struggled to stay upright. Deviously you parted her legs with one of your own, pressing your thigh into her pelvis just to have her groan heavily into your mouth. “You have got to stop making those noises.”

“Or what?” Quick fingers pinched her sensitive buds at her cheeky question and Leigh was equally quick to cry out, having stopped caring about any passersby.

“Or,” This time when you pulled back it was only your mouth, hands still glued to her chest where she pushed up against your palms for more. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as she stared up at you through heavy lids. “I’ll have to fuck you right here in the woods, where anyone can see you.”

To your surprise, Leigh whined, her hips grinding down on your thigh. She’d never striked you as someone who’d be down for sex in such an open area, but then again, you’d never asked. “Oh, would you like that?” She hesitated just for a second, doing her own sweep back and forth or the surrounding area before nodding, flinging her arms around your neck to drag you back in for another kiss.

This one was different, hungrier, more insistent, as Leigh settled with her decision. “Please… I don’t want to wait..” She hadn’t expected to be so turned on from such a frivolous side quest, but the more you touched her, the longer the two of you spent out here locked in your passionate embrace, the more Leigh needed you right then.

“Fuck, Leigh. Okay,” This woman was going to be your downfall; you were content enough to spend the afternoon gazing longingly at her, more than satisfied to kiss her for a while even, but you’d never expected the pure pride you’d feel in Leigh Shaw practically begging you to fuck her right in this moment. Not that your sex life was extremely vanilla, but you never could’ve fathomed her wanting this. You flicked at her nipples as she rocked herself on your thigh insistently, clearly having found some satisfying position with how she gasped and held tight to your shoulders. “You’re so sensitive, baby, and always so responsive… I’ve barely touched you.”

You were right of course, you hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, but something about today set Leigh off perfectly. She was thankful you didn’t mind how quickly she’d gotten worked up; you always were one to appreciate seemingly all of her, “Well I’d very much like it if you touched me more.”

“Your wish is my command,” Taking her statement for the push ahead that it was, you let one of your hands drop to her abdomen, blunt nails just lightly scratching over her belly to watch her shiver. “I bet you’re already so wet, aren’t you, princess? Couldn’t wait until we got home because you got so needy over just a few little kisses?” You skirted over the hem of her shorts while you spoke, fingers snapping the elastic back on her as she hid her face in your chest. Your other hand fell and rounded her hips, grabbing at her ass and tugging Leigh up until she got the hint to wrap her legs around you.

Here she was sandwiched between you and the tree, her sweatshirt protecting her back from any unwelcome scratches. She didn’t mind the position at all, until you guided one of her hands away from you and to the thick fabric, instructing her to pull the front to her sternum and hold it. Now her upper half really was laid bare, but you were too busy staring to notice her worried expression. “I can’t just-”

“‘Course you can.. Just keep your hand right there and let me see you.” The hand that left her backside was already pushing past the barrier of her shorts and underwear, your turn to groan as you found her well and truly soaked. “I thought you didn’t mind being out here where anyone could find us.”

Your mouth descended on her like a woman starved, exploring the newly exposed blank canvas for you to mark up at will— these Leigh was less concerned about because no one but you would ever spot them. A teasing finger rolled over her neglected clit as your tongue captured a cold-hardened nipple and Leigh nearly shouted, the duel sensations sending shocks through every nerve. “Fine.. be quick about it then…”

Leigh felt your grin curl over her goosebumps skin and when she looked down, the pair of mischievous eyes she caught had her regretting what she’d said. “So demanding today, really living up to that princess title! I’ll make you cum in no time, but once I get you home, you’re going to let me take my time with you. Deal?”

Taking your time sounded innocent enough, but Leigh knew better. You’d keep her up for hours, on edge with no hope of relief until you decided you wanted it. She didn’t hate it by any means, but clearly she tended to be impatient and you loved whenever you could force her to wait. But you were circling her entrance now, pushing in just to your first knuckle before pulling out and it was driving her insane. If you were going to make her hold off later, she might as well take what she wanted now. “Deal! Please just make me cum, stop teasing!”

It was such a desperate little plea from the beautifully disheveled woman currently dripping onto your hand, but Leigh hated sounding whiny so whenever she was you knew she truly couldn’t help it. “Needy little thing…” You pushed two fingers into her with minimal resistance, tight walls welcoming you as she instantly began rocking herself against them. Falling into sync was like clockwork, your thrusts meeting hers each time she pressed down.

Kissing her again was a necessity, needing to feel each whimper and whine against your tongue. The scratchy material of your t-shirt rubbed over her chest each time she bucked into you, an unexpected stimulation that only added fuel to how naughty this all felt. By the time your thumb started tight circles over her swollen clit, she was panting into your mouth, eyes screwed shut and completely unable to keep up with your dominating lips. “I’m close…”

“Yeah?” Her admission only had you pistoning your fingers faster, the wet sounds of her cunt just barely covered by the rustling of leaves under your feet. You curled your digits at just the right angle, watching as Leigh relentlessly fucked herself on your hand. “Go on, cum for me, sweetheart.”

She had just enough presence of mind to bury her mouth in the crook of your neck as she let go, muffling her screams as her hips jerked and twisted frantically. You held her secure enough that she wouldn’t fall, fucking her through her high until she finally started to settle. As she caught her breath, you righted her shorts and bra, pulling her sweatshirt back into place until Leigh could pass for someone who’d simply run a long sprint instead of having had a loud orgasm just off a nature path.

Kissing her this time was soft and innocent, your thumbs smoothing over her pink cheeks until she finally opened her eyes. “You alright? The tree didn’t hurt you?”

Leigh shook her head no, letting her legs down only to instantly start crumbling. You caught her in a flash, careful to support her even as you pulled her upright. “I feel great, but apparently that means not walking for a bit.” It wasn’t fully dark out, still easy enough to see your surroundings; waiting for a few minutes wouldn’t be a problem, but Leigh had other plans. “Carry me to the car?”

You gave her a once over, all shaky legs and flushed face, wide eyes gazing up at you in hopes of convincing you into another favor. Leigh was a capable individual and there was no reason she couldn’t make it the fairly short distance back to the car; you both knew this. You also knew you couldn’t resist those pretty eyelashes and pouty lips. Rolling your eyes, you turned around, motioning for her to climb on your back. “Hop on, princess. If you think wobbly knees are the worst of your problems, just wait until we’re home. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

The brunette hopped on before you could change your mind, plastering herself against you as you started the walk back to the parking lot. “Whatever you say, heart eyes.”

#I have no excuse for this other than I love Leigh and I love writing her #might have a lil problem in which I just go overboard every time I do write a fic about her #whatever leave me alone she's CUTE AND SOFT #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw fic #leigh shaw smut #leigh shaw #sorry for your loss fic #sorry for your loss #maximotts #motts writes.

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