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MOONCHILD

Remus Lupin x OC reader

Chapter 3 - Riddikulus

Summary: Remus and Hesperia teach their first class. Prepared and excited, nothing can go wrong…right?

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notes: chapter threeee! i hope you’ll all enjoy. the next part will be…let’s call it a rollercoaster, okay? hopefully. that’s a spoiler, so it’s just between us, reader.

tw: some bad words. snape’s psycho breakfast. also, a bit of werewolf body horror - so that’s a bit nasty if you’re squirmish. and i feel like the squirm-factor will only get worse from now on, so beware of that, my sweet squirmish pals. squirm.

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"I don't know, it just came up in my mind. He looked at me like he was watching it happen." Hessie lamented about last night’s uncomfortable memory, lazily buttoning up her shirt. She was inside her chamber, talking to Remus over a half-closed door.

They had separate rooms opposite each other. They joined in a short corridor, which led to a small common room with a cosy fireplace, stone walls and a soft burgundy carpet. There were frescos of constellations on the ceiling, similar to the ones in their classroom.

A floating porcelain pitcher was watering the greenery that was decorating the windowsills of the gothic windows.

It strongly resembled the ambience of the Gryffindor Tower. She wondered if the chambers were accustomed to whoever stayed inside. The entire complex was hidden with an enlargening spell behind the door to their shared office, soundproofed from any inventive students that might enjoy spying on professors in their spare time.

After all, she wasn't a stranger to eavesdropping, courtesy of her unruly best friends.

Remus's head popped out of his ajar door. He was just in the middle of putting his red-and-yellow socks on. Lily Potter had knit them for him for his seventeenth birthday.

"Are you suggesting that Snape is a Legilimens?"

He got a confused hum for an answer.

"That's absurd." he chuckled and disappeared into his room again, taking a shoebrush from his trunk to polish his oxfords. He managed to make them at least slightly shiny.

As he tightened the thin shoelaces, Hessie walked out of her room, a tweed vest lazily thrown around her shoulders. She made her way to the small kitchen-like corner.

"What's absurd is the way he treats his students. I overheard a couple of fifth years yesterday while leaving the feast. They discussed how he makes them test a potion's accuracy on their animals. Want a cuppa?" she glanced over her shoulder as he came in, his fuzzy tie still hanging untied around the collar of his shirt.

It felt like they were back at their Yorkshire cottage. The only difference was the fireplace. And the king's beds with feather duvets. And not having to scrap for food. There was actually so much food she didn't know what to do with it. She felt like she could retrospectively feed her starving self.

He walked to a bookshelf next to the door, gathering a few schoolbooks.

"Yes, please," he muttered and opened the well-used copy of The Essential Defence Against the Dark Arts by Arsenius Jigger.

He sat down in one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace, crossing his legs as he browsed through it all the way to the chapter index.

"Oh, marvellous. We're supposed to do Boggarts first."

Hessie whistled. She carried two ornate teacups that resembled goblets. They were made out of black porcelain instead of metal. The cups dangerously wiggled on their saucers and Remus hopped up to take one of the cup to help her and put it on the coffee table next to him.

She sank in the other armchair with a sigh, carefully sipping her milk tea so she wouldn't burn her tongue.

"I was thinking of trying Boggarts first as well, it's an interesting and handy subject. But you're the one on duty this time, so I guess you'll have to manage by yourself."

"I'm not sure I can do it without you, love." he mused with a smirk before taking a sip from his cup. She gasped and kicked his shin. She despised that pet name. James and Sirius always used it to piss her off. She hated how condescending it was.

It sounded somewhat endearing from Remus, though.

"With this attitude, you'll be lucky to live long enough to show up for the class at all." she hissed at him and took another sip of her tea, this time so vigorously she scorched her mouth. She cursed, Remus just giggled, and continued to search through the textbook.

He still looked so beaten down, purple circles were bordering his eyes, his skin pale and dull. As the first sunbeams entered the room, she could see familiar twinkles in his sad eyes.

"Are you feeling okay?" she asked silently, nudging his leg with hers, this time softly. He looked up from the book.

The silver strands in his hair were a lot more protruding than when they were students, but she felt like it made him even more handsome. Like fine wine in a cellar, he aged under the moonlight's glow, remaining startlingly beautiful despite all the suffering he had to endure.

That boyish charm in his grin was never snuffed out, the dimples above his mouth as cheeky as ever.

"Never better," he replied, his tone laced with both sarcasm and honesty. The duality of the man, she thought as she rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head as if she wanted to get rid of the blush on her face. The one that spilt all over her whenever he smiled at her.

She stood up and walked to the bookshelf, nudging the back of his head when she walked by him.

"It's missing a few essentials. I need to check the library, coming?" she muttered and put on the vest after grabbing her green robes from a lion head-shaped hanger. Remus shrugged, fishing a Mars bar out of the pocket of his pants. It was a bit melted, but tasty nonetheless when he took a big bite.

"Do you still think Madame Pince is still there?" he mumbled curiously.

"That old hag? Hope not. She took 30 points from me once, just because I brought her Earl Grey instead of Ceylon. As if she was allowed to assign students slave work in the first place."

"You put a frog in her teacup, Mimi."

"That was Padfoot's idea!"

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As the week passed by, they spent most of their time in the library researching and preparing for their classes. It was as if they were fifth-years again, furiously scribbling notes on their parchments. Even Madame Pince was still sitting behind her mahogany desk, as hostile as ever.

The only thing they were missing was Sirius Black’s taunting, James Potter’s annoyingly attractive voice calling them ‘book-flobberworms’ and Peter Pettigrew’s constant questions about when they were finally leaving for lunch.

And of course, Lily Evans sitting between them, her flaming red hair in their peripherals.

When Thursday came, Remus felt considerably more sick than on the night they arrived, which was quite ironic. He looked a lot better now, the circles under his eyes were slowly going back to their usual light beige and the few new scratches on his face were closed up, now pale pink.

His hair was a bit more tameable as well, his cheeks somehow fuller and even more dimpled than usual when he gave Hessie his signature disarming smirk. He was very pleased when he looked in the mirror in the morning. Not that he felt handsome, he never did. But he looked alive and that's what mattered to him the most.

The nerves were eating him up from the inside, though, fingers shaking as he held a fork with scrambled eggs. He was looking around the Great Hall, trying to remember as many Gryffindor and Slytherin faces as he could. He hoped it will make him feel a bit more comfortable when it comes to facing a classroom full of strangers. Hormonal teenagers, for that matter.

Hessie sat beside him, a bit less on edge, as her first class was scheduled for tomorrow. She felt terrible for him, though.

"You'll be excellent, Moony, I'm sure of it."

"What if I hurt them, Mimi?" he blurted out, his voice strained and trembling. She sighed and took his hand, lowering it back on the plate so the eggs wouldn't fall on his shabby robes.

"You still have more than two weeks and you're starting Snape's brew tomorrow, there is no reason to -"

"Will you go with me? Please…" he cut her off, lowering his voice when Snape sat beside him, carrying a plate with a single over-toasted slice of bread and a lump of unmelted butter slapped on top of it.

As soon as it touched the table, the empty cup in front of him filled itself with tea so black it almost matched his robes.

Remus felt like a small boy begging his mother to go to school with him. Hessie mindlessly darted across Snape’s plate and then nodded.

"Of course I will. I'll just work on my notes and be an emotional support cat. I’m quite good at that, am I not?" she grinned and he let out a sigh of relief, finally gathering the courage to take a bite of his scrambled eggs without the fear of throwing up.

"I was actually kind of hoping you'll demonstrate. You've always been better at charms."

"You received an ‘Outstanding’ in N.E.W.T.s, Remus."

"Besides," he interrupted and ignored her biting remark.

"You know what my Boggart is. It could…you know. Raise some suspicions."

Hessie panicked. Did he forget what hers was? Before she could argue, though, a deep voice filled her ears.

"So, Lupin. I've heard that you are teaching your first class today. I would like to wish you good luck. And a smooth process. After all, we would all be very disturbed if an accident occurred." Snape sneered, his voice frigid and sarcastic.

He took a sip of his tea, not even flinching at the nauseating bitterness. Remus closed his eyes for a second and then turned at him, a wide smile plastered on his face.

Hessie just dug a fork into her fluffy pancakes, stuffing her cheeks to the limit. She had to make sure she wouldn’t be able to hex him right on the spot. Her nostrils were trembling with anger, though.

"Thank you, Severus. I truly appreciate your kindness." Remus stated calmly, biting his cheek when Snape responded with a twitch of a forced smile. The cold man continued.

"Speaking of accidents, your potion is nearly ready. Stop by my office around eleven o’clock to gather tomorrow's dose. I will continue to bring it to you on every odd date until the last seven days prior your…imminent sickness. Then you will switch to a full goblet twice a day for the entire week. No pauses, no misses. It is very important for you to remember. Write it on Lynx's forehead if you have to."

He ignored the furious look Hessie gave him when he mentioned her.

"One last thing - mentally prepare yourself for its unique taste. I have not sampled it, for obvious reasons, but it smells like a troll's lair. And no cheating, sugar devalues its properties." he muttered and quickly got up, his black robe swishing behind him as he walked away, holding his plate with an almost disgusted expression.

"I swear to Godric I will cut him open one day."

After spending the rest of the day in the library, they made their way to the classroom in silence, both too nervous to hold a conversation. When they reached the door, they gave each other one last look. Hessie straightened his fuzzy tie and tapped his shoulder as he straightened her robes, brushing off a few cat hairs she had on her arm.

He gave her a warm smile and then opened the door, walking inside the filled room with long strides as she jogged to catch up with him.

"Good afternoon, everyone!" he said with a calm, soft voice. Hessie didn't detect any signs of stress on him. After all, he was an expert in masking himself. She echoed his greeting.

"Professor Lynx is here only as a spectator today, you will get to know her wits up close tomorrow. As for today, please, close your books and pack your things. We will only need our wands today. I would like to start this semester with a practical lesson." Remus stated. The students exchanged confused looks and whispers filled the classroom. They were quite curious though, so they obeyed.

"All packed? Wonderful! Let's be on our way, then. Please, follow us." he said and walked back to the door, waiting for everyone to gather in a group. Hessie led the way next to him, clutching a packet of pumpkin pastries. They moved through the empty hallways, heading for the professors' lounge.

On their way, though, they were blocked by Peeves. The most infuriating poltergeist under the sun, in Hessie’s opinion. When he spotted them, he let out a shrieking laugh.

"Fucking hell…" she muttered, silent enough for only Remus to hear. He just grinned widely. He beamed as if he was delighted to meet Peeves again.

"Loony loopy Lupin, lousy little Lynx - sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I -"

"Well, that brings out some memories. Peeves, would you be so kind and move? We were just on our way to the -"

Peeves just blew a raspberry, raising his transparent hands to give Remus a middle finger. The only obstacle was that he didn't have any fingers. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil giggled at the implication of the ghost’s sing-song, their cheeks flaming with a blush. Remus just sighed and took his wand out of the depths of his robes.

"Pay close attention, everyone. This is a very useful repelling spell, it is truly a multitasker. Waddiwassi!" he exclaimed and performed a stabbing motion with his wand. Peeves rotated in the air for a few seconds as the spell threw him about five feet back, it looked like he was hit with an invisible projectile.

Remus gained admiring gasps from the students.

Hessie snorted with laughter, covering her mouth so she wouldn't spit out the tea she’d just sipped from her chipped thermo flask. It came out of her nose instead.

"That was so cool, professor!" Dean Thomas mused as Peeves flew away, loudly complaining with foul words. Remus turned around and gave him a warm smile.

"Thank you, Dean! Let's move, shall we?"

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"I'd love to ask my wonderful assistant for today to do a little demonstration. Would you be so generous, professor?" Remus beckoned to Hessie. She did a little curtesy, making the students giggle in anticipation. She took a bite of her pumpkin pastry and took her wand out of the tweed vest.

Hermione and Harry answered Remus's questions about the nature of a Boggart and the advantages of fighting it in a group. The closet in the middle of the room ominously shook every few moments, rattling with every move. Everyone in the room trembled as well - from fright. Except for the two teachers.

"By all means, professor."

A few nervous chuckles accompanied her as she positioned herself in front of the ornate cabinet and brushed off pastry flakes that settled in the corners of her lips with the back of her hand.

She took a quick glance at Remus for a green light and he nodded. Then she pointed the tip of her cherry wand at the object’s door, following up with a soft swing.

The doorknob twisted with a loud click and several students jumped at the noise. They were anxiously waiting on what will come out. A couple of gasps and squeals echoed through the classroom when black mist slowly floated out of the cabinet and materialized into a bony, clawed paw.

A tall, pale creature stumbled out of the closet and fell on its knees. Its ears were large and pointy, skin shrivelled and a sickly shade of white. The patches of fur that scarcely speckled it were thin, the only consistent amount of hairs was on the top of the beast's head.

It slowly rose on its huge sinewy legs and straightened its back, at least as much as the big skeletal hunch allowed it to. Its long snout twitched as it smelled its surroundings, the damp tip of it moved up and down when it locked its glowing yellow eyes with hers.

Loud thumps filled the air as it vigorously swung its stubby tail and repeatedly bumped into the open door behind it. The children backed away in panic, a few stumbling right into the wall. Harry soundlessly gasped when the creature stepped towards Hessie, its chest heaving in irregular wheezes.

She watched it with great caution, not taking a single step back when it threw its head back, took a deep breath and howled, its voice cracking. The creature's teeth were needle-sharp and crooked, dark blood was leaking from the corners of its lips.

Her eyebrow twitched when it set its eyes on her again. But it wasn't vicious. It wasn't a feral glare.

Its amber irises were glossed over by misery. Big salty tears were streaming down the beast's scarred cheeks. It looked at her with tremendous pain, pure, pristine agony.

A high-pitched cough hitched in her throat, but when Pansy Parkinson’s terrified squeak reached her ears, she forced out an exhale and swished her wand in a Z-pattern just as the beast raised its frail arm to swing at her.

"Riddikulus!"

A split second before the dirty claws were about to dig into her flesh, the figure warped into the same dark fog it originated from and then vaporized again - a fluffy grey puppy appeared in its place. She broke into a soft smile when the class started applauding with sighs of relief and cheers.

Even the most disinterested Slytherins were watching closely in awe. A lot of them actually whistled in admiration.

She crouched and scratched the dog behind the ear before pointing her finger at the cupboard. It barked and obeyed, stomping away with a chipper shimmy, its tail excitedly wiggling. It disappeared into the depths of the closet and she swung her wand again, closing the door with a loud bang. The object started rattling again.

Hessie stood up and looked at Remus. He was clapping, too, but he stared at the floor with a sad smile. She cleared her throat and turned around to face the class, theatrically bowing when the cheers got louder. She took another bite of her pastry and grinned. Remus walked up to her and chuckled.

"Wonderful, professor, thank you!" he beamed and stuck out his palm to shake her hand. She took it with a laugh and felt her features fill with familiar warmth when their fingers touched.

She hopped up on the windowsill that ran along the room and tucked her wand away, chomping down the last bite of her snack. She dusted off the crumbles from her fingers and watched as Remus called Neville to the front.

When he successfully polymorphed Snape's bat-like robes into his grandmother's clothes, the class erupted in laughter and she couldn't help but giggle as well. She couldn't deny the uncomfortable pit in her stomach, though.

The students formed a line and Remus rushed to the gramophone that was next to Hessie, carefully placing one of his well-used vinyl records on top. A cold shiver ran down her spine when her gaze fell on the slender fingers that took the needle and gracefully pressed it on the record.

A catchy swing melody filled the room and Remus grabbed an apple from a wicker basket prepared on a tea table next to him. He took a bite and excitedly wiggled his eyebrows at his friend, twirling around to face the crowd.

"Parvati!" Remus called the petite girl to the front and watched as Snape twisted into a gigant snake. She stumbled backwards with wide eyes. When she heard the encouraging roars of her friends, she waved her wand and another pop echoed around the room. It changed into an oversized jack-in-the-box.

Hessie scrunched her nose.

Not much better.

She seemed amused and satisfied, though, so Hessie gave a little clap and whistled while motioning Seamus to continue. One by one, the students took turns in front of the closet, successfully morphing the Boggart to their will. She shook off disgust when Ron came up and Dean’s incapacitated zombie hand warped into a full-grown Acromantula.

"Steady, Ron!" she cheered and took another pastry from the packet in her pockets.

"Wand at the ready, Ron!" Remus clapped and rolled up his sleeves, watching Ron's twisted expression. He let out a small squeak when the Acromantula clicked its mandibles. Then he finally moved his wand.

"Riddikulus!"

With a loud snap, all of the spider's legs disappeared. Its body rolled around the ground like a furry ball. Cheers and laughs mixed with the lively music. While Ron didn't look a hundred per cent convinced, he grinned and backed away, giving high-fives on his way to the back of the row.

The round torso rolled around the room and stopped at Harry's feet. He was up next.

All colour drained from Hessie's face when Remus looked at her with wide eyes, an identical memory flashing behind his eyes.

Pale, nearly transparent skin peeling off of a face that still carried some eerie resemblance to handsomeness. Glowing red eyes with serpent-like slits for pupils. A green light ricocheting off a disarming spell. Deafening ringing in their ears as they held each other's hand in a tight cramp, apparating away from the annihilated battlefield.

Remus jumped in front of Harry as nonchalantly as possible, right before the Boggart infiltrated the boy's mind.

"Here!" Remus exclaimed and raised his wand. The fuzzy globe bounced off of the floor like a volleyball and hung in the air for a few seconds before dissolving into a shiny orb surrounded by clouds. Hessie accidentally crushed the pumpkin pastry between her fingers, forcing down a dry swallow.

"Riddikulus!" he commanded, calm and collected. The orb burst open and a cockroach appeared instead, falling on the floor with a dull slap. Remus ignored Harry's confused shrug and searched for Neville in the crowd.

"He's weak, Neville! Finish him!" he waved his hand and Neville awkwardly jogged to the front and pointed his wand at the insect, more confidently this time. It changed back into Snape for a split second.

"Riddikulus!" the boy loudly yelped. Everyone caught a flash of his grandmother's red handbag. Then the Boggart turned into a small whirlpool of black smoke before imploding with an echoing boom, leaving behind a few crackling fire sparks.

The whole class erupted in loud cheers and feverish clapping along with both professors.

"Wonderful, everyone, truly professional work!" Remus stuck his wand into the wicker basket to applaud properly.

"I'm very proud of you all, what a joyful show!" Hessie agreed, giving everyone thumbs up.

"So, five points to Gryffindor and Slytherin for each student that participated, ten points to The Lion for Neville, as he faced the Boggart twice. And five points for both Harry and Hermione."

"But I haven't done anything!" Harry questioned, his expression as puzzled as his voice. Remus smiled.

"You and Hermione answered my questions correctly! Everyone, this has been a wonderful lesson, thank you!"

"A small homework for the lot of you, read the chapter on Boggarts in your textbooks and write a short essay on methods of recognizing and eliminating them. The deadline is Monday, so you have plenty of time, no stress. Thank you, dear colleagues!"

Hessie clapped once again and hopped back up on the windowsill, watching the excited students say their goodbyes and flow out of the classroom until it was empty.

They were boasting to each other about how well they dealt with the dark creature. Remus let out a heavy sigh, clearly content. Hessie chuckled and tucked a loose hair behind her ear.

"Very enjoyable, sir," she mumbled, smirking when he proudly straightened his back. His fist involuntarily flexed at the way the title rolled off her lips. He cleared his throat.

"Not so bad yourself, madame. They seemed to understand quite well, don't you think? I feel like they all have a lot of potential." he closed the closet door with a swish of his wand and leaned against the wall next to her, taking a big bite of his apple. She nodded.

"I just hope…you know -"

"Yeah. I'm sure he will understand. Harry is a smart boy."

Strange silence filled the room. Hessie felt like she could hear Remus's thoughts sprinting through his brain. She took a shallow breath to say something but he was faster.

"I did not realize your Boggart was still…I mean, I didn't think that…"

He fell silent. Stumbling through his explanation wouldn't be coherent enough for her to understand. She started shaking her head furiously.

"No, no. No, Remus. Don't do this to me right now. You know damn well why it's -"

"I'm sorry, Mimi."

"Don't you dare even imply that I would -"

A maternal voice disturbed their hushed conversation. McGonagall's elegant figure entered the chamber, her hair tied in a tight bun. A stark contrast to the mess on Hessie’s head.

"Ah, here you are! Albus told me you have your first lesson today. Did everything live up to your expectations?” she asked, her kind smile as professional as ever.

The two of them exchanged a quick look before Remus cleared his throat, trying to swallow the apple pulp completely.

”Of course, prof- Minerva. They all did their part and eliminated the Boggart Albus was talking about. I feel like they’re all way smarter than we were at that age.” he chuckled and McGonagall pursed her lips.

”I highly doubt that.” she simply stated, her voice full of brutal honesty. Hessie painfully bit her lip to contain a wide smug grin that was cracking her professional smile. The older woman sighed.

“Glad to hear that, though. Anyway, I just came to invite you to our Quidditch practice. I am sure you will find that Potter is even more similar to his father than you think."

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kittyball23 · 1 year

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Prologue v1 - BroZone Flashback (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: BroZone perform for an excited audience, debuting their little baby bro Branch for the first time

A/N: I am very excited about Trolls Band Together, and as I was writing a post about my predictions for how I think some scenes in the movie could happen, it ended up turning into a fanfiction! So anyway, enjoy if you read, I've got several ideas that I'm going to be writing oneshots for :D I have also cross-posted this Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction.net, and Wattpad.

The Trolls movies have so far started with prologues before we see the main characters. I'm going to kick things off with one version of that, featuring BroZone :)

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“Bro-Zone! Bro-Zone! Bro-Zone!”

The sound of the crowd chanting out the name of their band made four little Trollings fill with joy. This was what they lived for – singing, dancing, and sharing their talent with everyone. And so, without further ado, the quartet made their way out onto the mushroom stage, and the crowd went wild with claps and cheers. Not too long afterwards, the music started, and the four Trollings began to sing.

Taking the lead vocals was the aquamarine Troll John Dory, who wore a vest of the same color of his hair and a pair of sunglasses above his head all the time. With him were Spruce, Clay, and Floyd – purple, yellow, and magenta haired Trolls respectively who sang and danced alongside him. Those who knew them knew that the four of them were great friends, and that was a good thing, given that they were also all brothers. Everyone in the crowd clapped and sang along with them, knowing very well the lyrics of the song.

“Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk.

I'm a dancin’ man, no time to talk

Music loud and women warm, we’ve been kicked around

Since we were born,

And now it's alright, it's okay,

And you may look the other way,

We can try to understand,

The New York Times' effect on man,

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive,

Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'

And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive,

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' aliiiIIIIIiiiiiIIIve!

Yeah we’re stayin’ alive!”

Suddenly, John Dory stepped up to the front of the stage and bent down, clapping hands with some of the nearby fans who stretched up to him. “Ladies and gentletrolls!” he announced. “We wanna introduce to you another little bro to our band!” He ran back up the stage to join his other brothers as they danced some more and continued. “You know him! Okay, well, maybe you don’t know him yet, but you’ll love him! Please, give a warm welcome to the small, the cute, Baaaaaby Braaaanch!”

In a skilled move, John Dory and Clay stepped aside to reveal a small, bopping blue baby Troll with round white glasses. He hip-hopped with his small feet and struck more than enough cute poses to make nearly all the girls faint. He was a huge star already – and he wasn’t even old enough to sing yet!

Pleased by the positive reaction of the crowd, the brothers continued to perform, making sure that each of them had enough time in the spotlight and an equal chance to sing. The crowd roared with glee by the time that the song had finished and they struck their final, signature pose with an exclamation of “Bro-Time!”

Bowing and giving their thanks, the Trollings dismounted the stage and huddled together in a quick group hug.

“We nailed it!” JD exclaimed, beaming. “What did I tell you? I knew that show was going to be our best one yet!”

“You say that about every show we do, JD,” Spruce pointed out.

“Lighten up, Spruce!” Clay piped up. “Every show is the best show if it’s done with you guys!”

“He’s right,” Floyd agreed. “It really is something great to be singing with my bros,” he said. Then, suddenly, the brothers saw him tear up, and knew where this was heading.

“Uh-oh,” John Dory mumbled.

“Here he goes again,” Spruce muttered.

“The waterworks are coming!” Clay said, right as tears spilled out of Floyd’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” the magenta Trolling whimpered, “I just love you guys so much!”

“Yeah, well,” John Dory said, “while you’ll never see me get all blubbery about it, I love you guys, too,” he admitted to them. Then he put his hand in the middle. “Bros forever?” he asked.

Spruce, Clay, and Floyd immediately understood and placed their hands in the middle, too. Baby Branch, giggling and following his older brothers’ lead, also placed his hand in the middle with theirs and happily swung it up in the air. “Bros forever!” they cried.

They knew that nothing, not ever, would tear them apart.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #branch trolls #brozone #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

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the-parentheticals · 6 months

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"it can't be helped," from the scum who can't be helped

Warnings: mugging, brief thoughts about s/a but none actually happens

Summary: Koemi doesn't want to see her brother again. She never has. She never will.

Note: For @badthingshappenbingo, Banished / Cringetober day 15, song lyrics. Yes, this is based on The Purge March.

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It's almost a blessing when Kiyoshi Nishimoto disappears the week before his eighteenth birthday.

She doesn't like him. She hasn't liked him in years. She hasn't liked anyone in this household for years, really, except for perhaps the goldfish.

Koemi's not an idiot. She knows what he was doing, despite their parents' best attempts to pretend otherwise. The jewelry that isn't their mother's, the late nights sneaking in, the discreet calls. Honestly, it's better that he left instead of disgracing their family that way when it inevitably came out.

"Good morning, everyone! It's the beginning of another wonderful day!"

Their parents had freaked out. Spewed the vulgarity that they had always warned her against. Her brother had it coming. She hoped he was dead.

"I know that this situation is a tragedy, but we have to stay strong for my dear brother's sake!"

Koemi doesn't quite believe in this one, but it's her duty to say the words anyway.

"We can't let our sadness control us! We have to move on and always remember him!"

As a terrible example, that is.

Her brother does not deserve her forgiveness. She knows what he was really like--not the hero he thought he was, not the good kid her parents thought he was. No, he was nothing less than scum.

---

Three years later, she's seventeen, and she's only further confirmed her belief that everyone else in this family was rotten.

It's not that Kiyoshi's disappearance had done her any favours when starting at high school. They mostly just thought she was weird. Or cursed.

That's the only reason she's walking home alone this late at night. The only one.

She doesn't even move when she feels the knife against her neck. She's grown up to be very pretty, if she says so herself, and she's not even surprised someone's taken an interest.

"You know the drill." The voice is deep and raspy, and she freezes for just a moment. It's a put-on. "Your wallet."

"Or what?"

The knife digs slightly deeper into her skin as answer. Not enough to draw blood, just to make a point.

"As if you could ever lay a finger on your little sister."

The knife pulls a bit, just long enough for a strand of blonde hair to be snipped off. It lies flat against her white sweater for just a moment, before he jerks his arm away and the strand falls to the ground.

She doesn't care for the face of the person in front of her very much, but she supposes she can't stare at her personal belongings forever.

"We're not siblings anymore."

"Of course we are. Unless you kill me now, I suppose, but like I said." She gives a self-assured smile. "You won't."

Kiyoshi looks at her with a characteristic coldness. He's a bit taller now, or maybe it's just his shoes. Not that it really makes a difference, with how short she always has been.

His clothes are surprisingly put-together for someone who's been living who-knows-where. He's still got his suit jacket, vest, and yellow shirt, dirty in a way that their parents would have hated but barely pings on her radar. His hair is messier and covers his right eye just enough that...oh.

"How is your eye?" Koemi smiles. If he won't talk, she'll just have to keep talking. "I suppose whoever caused it is dead now?"

"Why is that your first assumption?"

"I know you, that's why." She clasps her hands together and gives a little hum. He doesn't bother her anymore. Not the way anyone else would. "Pity they didn't take out both."

"My turn to ask the questions. How are our parents, then? Still holding you back?

"You don't know what they've done in three years. For all you know, they've become just like you, and my life's a living hell."

Kiyoshi raises an eyebrow in the way that suggests that he thinks his sister is an utter idiot but doesn't want to admit it just yet.

"They've been doing this for longer than we were alive. You were already in a living hell. But you can--"

"Pity they didn't take out your tongue too." Koemi's smile does not waver,

Kiyoshi ignores her. "You think your rules will keep you safe from the rest of this world. Our parents, double standards..."

"It's worked, hasn't it?"

"You're just as rotten as the rest of us."

"How?"

"You think I'm scum, don't you?"

Koemi nods.

"Then do something about it."

"I could never." Koemi wrenches her arm away. In another universe, it would actually hurt. "That's the difference between us, brother dear."

"I don't make pitiful excuses for doing what has to be done?"

"I don't make people obey my every whim and call it freedom."

"I don't make them do that. I save them from themselves, Ko. I get them away from all the pain in their lives that results from them holding back against those that really want to hurt them."

"You destroy them from the inside. You make them do all the worst excesses we have good reasons for not doing. You make people live according to your beliefs. You're the worst one here, and you don't even know it. You're doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, beyond any doubt, categorically, emphatically--" Koemi has to stop, because her face is red, and Mother, Father, would never have believed her if she had said it that way. She breathes in. Breathes out. Next--

"I'm sorry for leaving you with them."

She blinks. It's not true. That's definitely not something Kiyoshi would ever have said. Her disbelief has to show on her face.

"I am. They shouldn't have been able to influence anyone like that, especially not you."

"You're sorry? I don't care!"

"I know."

"Remember my screams? My cries? My apologies?"

"I know."

"Don't come back to the house. You left me with them. This should be easy for you." She crosses her arms and leans against a lamp post. "And don't even try following me. I'll know."

"You won't. And I won't."

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Love Language (Darkness Finds You Universe-- Prelude #0)

(Song: "Love Language" by Ariana Grande.

Warnings: Drama, Slight smut on the page.

Pairing: Chris Motionless & Lycia Winters "Pronunciation of her name-- Lai-shuh" (played Ana De Armas)

Synopsis: When Chris invites Lycia to Furnace Festival to see his band, Motionless In White play for the first time-- some drama unfolds between her and Ash Costello, which pushes Lycia into finally telling Chris that she loves him and... the attachment begins.

Word Count: 4,856

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A/N: And we're back! I wanted to give you guys a prelude of what took place before the first piece I wrote with these two, which is Love On The Brain. I hope you enjoy it! Co-written with @blackrose-92! x Tiger)

I was so excited to be here today– Chris had brought me to Furnace Fest to see him and Motionless in White play live as well as walk around the festival and take photos of the different bands headlining today for Jeremy and Outburn Magazine. It was my first time ever seeing them live. I watched as Chris was putting on the final touches of his look, which was his black vest with a patch that had a black and white spiral, black jeans and his boots. His arms are covered in black paint, hiding his many tattoos.

Furnace Fest: Sloss Furnaces National Historic Landmark– Birmingham, AL. September 25th, 2021.

I wore a sleeveless black wash Metallica “Ride The Lightning” top from Fashion Nova, a pair of black ripped disco skinny jeans from PrettyLittleThing, and a pair of boots. My hair is up in a pair of space buns and I wore light makeup knowing that most festivals are known to be pretty warm as I stood at the side of the stage, watching Chris and the boys as they’re about to walk out on stage. I heard the excitement of the crowd as Ricky, Justin, Ryan and Vinny walked out.

Chris being the last to go out on stage, he stopped when he saw me standing there with a smile on my face. He walks over to me and places a soft kiss on my lips.

“Have a good show,” I whisper into his lips. He nods and walks out on stage, the crowd roaring as he takes his place and starts singing their opener– Disguise. As I’m watching their set, I notice a bunch of black and red hair blocking my view from seeing Chris. It was Ashley Costello.

I was confused as to why Ash was acting this way toward me and then it all made sense, when she looked at Chris– she looked at him like she was absolutely lovestruck. It lit a flame of anger inside of me. I step forward in front of Ashley with my arms crossed and a brow raised at her.

“What the hell do you want?” My voice came out icy and cold as I glance at Ashley. Ashley clears her throat and shifts on her feet, avoiding my piercing yellow-green hazel eyes.

“I just want to talk,” Ashley replies, her voice quivering slightly. I wasn’t sure if she was playing some kind of game to get under my skin or was she being serious? “About your relationship with Chris.”

I was taken aback by her boldness and immediately became defensive of my relationship with Chris.

“What about it?” I ask, suspiciously.

“I think you both should end it,” Ashley took a step closer to me, her nervous facade fading fast. “He deserves someone far better than you.”

I stare at Ashley in disbelief, my heart racing in anger. How dare she try and get in between us like this. She has no right to do this and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let this happen. I clench my fists and step forward, determined to make Ashley understand that I wouldn’t be taking part in any games.

“What makes you think he deserves someone better than me?” I ask, fiercely. “Do you even know him at all? Do you know how much he actually cares for me?”

Ashley took a step back, intimidated by my ferocity and my refusal to be intimidated. I have three brothers, I know exactly how and when to fight if I need to.

“I know him far better than you and longer than you,” Ashley says with a smirk. “And I know he deserves someone who will treat him right, someone who won’t take him for granted.”

I grew more and more angry, I stepped forward with my jaw clenching and I grabbed her around the neck.

“I don’t know what kind of game you think you’re playing and hell, I don’t care,” I snarl. “But if you ever, ever come near my boyfriend again, I will kick your ass.”

My words are full of fury and I can see that Ashley knew that I meant every single word. Ashley started shaking in my grasp and she put both of her hands up in surrender.

“I-I’m sorry, Lycia,” Ashley stammers. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

I wasn’t satisfied with her apology, I tighten my grip around her throat as my voice takes on a harshness and is full of warning as I speak. “This is your only warning, Ash. Stay away from Chris or else I won’t be as nice next time.”

Ashley nods slowly, not daring to look me in the eye in fear that she would be met with the same cold rage that filled the air moments before. I step back and cross my arms as I watch Ashley walk away, and in the corner of my eye– I look up and I see Chris, who had just gotten off stage.

I can see that his jaw was on the floor from what he had seen happen between me and Ashley as he walked backstage. He didn’t know how to respond.

I face him and take a deep breath before looking into his brown eyes and speaking.

“Look,” I confess. “There’s one thing you need to know about me. I’m extremely protective of the people I love– whether it’s family, friends or even my significant other.”

I see Chris’s face turn from shock to being frozen and I realized why he’s looking at me that way. I just told him that I love him.

“Are-Are you saying that you love me?” Chris says.

I nod my head at him and smile at him, my expression full of warmth and admiration.

“I am,” I murmured in a honeyed tone of voice. “I love you, Christopher Cerulli.”

Chris steps forward toward me and pulls me into his arms, overwhelmed with emotion and happiness that I finally voiced out my feelings that I had for him. He kisses me deeply, passionately conveying all the love he has for me as we embrace tightly.

The kiss felt like an eternity between us before Chris finally pulled away from me, feeling both relieved and exhilarated all at once. He looks into my eyes, taking in every single detail of me as I stand before him– from my caramel brown hair, to my yellow-green hazel eyes, to my tattoos like my red inked snake tattoo with flowers on my left outer forearm. His hands move to caress my face.

“I love you too, Lycia,” His voice breaking slightly due to the overwhelming emotions flooding through him. "I love you so much."

I smile back at him, feeling an immense sense of relief wash over my entire body as I close the gap between us and I kiss him again, tenderly as I wrap my arms around his neck and my fingers sink into his newly dyed blonde hair.

I lightly nip on his bottom lip and I hear a soft growl erupt from within his chest, making me giggle. Chris slowly pulls away from the kiss, a look of contentment on his face, still keeping me close to him.

“I can’t believe you actually said it,” Chris whispers in awe, referring to how I finally voiced my feelings for him. “Not just saying that you love me but also standing up for our relationship.”

I smile up at Chris before resting my head on his chest, hearing the strong and steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.

“You don’t have to worry about anyone getting in the way anymore,” I murmured softly into his vest as he met my lips in another passionate kiss.

“Aw, look at the lovebirds,” I hear Justin’s voice as I quickly break away from the kiss and I turn around to face both Justin and Ricky.

“Hey, shut up, you two!” I snap as I flip them both off. Chris steps forward and rests a hand on my shoulder before turning his attention to Ricky and Justin. I see him take on a serious expression.

“You guys should watch your back,” Chris says as he sees a mischievous look in my eyes, causing both Ricky and Justin’s eyes to widen in fear as they realize what he’s implying.

Ricky and Justin both realize their mistake as they see the look in my eyes. Chris wanted to say something more but he was holding back laughter at the look on their faces. After composing himself, he shot them a warning look before turning back to me.

“Hey,” Chris whispers softly as he pulls me close and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. “It’s alright, I’m here.”

I smile as I nuzzle my face into his tattooed neck, I feel so safe in his embrace and it makes me feel powerful knowing that I can stand up for myself and not have to face the fear of repercussions.

I see Ricky and Justin sheepishly back away and look down at their feet as I hear muttered apologies to us from them as they scurried away. Chris chuckles as he watches them go, wrapping his arm back around my waist protectively as the other moves to comb loose strands that have escaped from the space buns in my hair in a soothing gesture.

“I want to hear you say it again,” Chris mumbles softly into my ear as he places light kisses onto my jawline, taking delight in hearing my soft sighs with each brush of his lips on me.

“I love you.” I whisper. “I love you.”

Chris grins into my neck as he kisses it softly. “I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that.”

After the festival, when Chris and I flew back to his place in Scranton and I made sure it was okay with Jeremy that I could stay longer with Chris and take time off work, which it was, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Chris wanted me and he wanted to be as close to me as possible.

The moment the door to his house closed behind him, Chris pins me up to the door– kissing me with such a deep passion that it takes my breath away. Our lips move in perfect sync as I wrap my arms around him, my fingers moving through his blonde hair. He savors the feeling and the taste of me as his hands explore my body, our lips breaking away for a moment as his own drag slowly down my neck, making me close my eyes.

I can feel his heart racing wildly but even I know he wants to take his time with me, which he scoops me up in his arms, making me giggle as he carries me upstairs to his bedroom, laying me on the black pillows below. I open my eyes and I meet his loving chocolate brown orbs staring back at me. My breathing is sharp with excitement.

I promise it's the little things that you do

That make me wanna give it all to you

You know I do, babe

I bring my lips back to his, kissing him passionately as my fingers reach for the “Violent Gentlemen” shirt that he’d been wearing on the flight back and pull it up over his head. I see more tattoos that cover his body, including what looks like a haunted house that wasn’t finished yet on his chest and stomach. I run my fingers across his tattooed arms and down his chest.

He pulls me closer, his own fingers reaching for my own oversized Misfits tee and taking it off me, leaving me completely bare chested before him because I’d been too lazy to put a bra on underneath.

He notices that I have more tattoos that he’d hadn’t seen before. I have a pair of deer antlers with some flowers on my right side near my right breast and a fox on my left side close to my left breast. I hear a soft gasp in awe from him of how beautiful I must have looked with my tattoos.

I blush as his gaze runs over them, feeling a bit self-conscious to be seen this way, despite how much I’m enjoying this at the same time.

You soothe me

You hold it down with every word you speak, oh, babe

Baby

Been a minute since I had somethin' so sweet

He reaches out and brushes his fingertips over the antlers, the sensation making me shiver as he moves his other hand to the fox on my left side.

“You’re so perfect,” Chris murmurs as he rests his forehead on mine, bringing tears to my eyes over how sweet he's being. “You really are.”

He continues his trail down my neck, to my collarbones, the center of my chest where he leans down and takes one of my breasts into his mouth– making me let out a moan as his hand caresses my other breast.

I feel completely overwhelmed by the sensations as they coursed through my body, my back arching in pleasure as Chris kisses and licks my sensitive skin. He reaches for my jeans that I’d worn on the flight, unbuttons them and pulls them down to reveal my phoenix tattoo on my right hip. He kisses it tenderly before standing up and undressing himself, his eyes burning with desire for me.

If you're gon' keep speakin' my love language

You can talk your shit all night

You the medication when I'm feelin' anxious

That's the kind of shit I like

I take in the beauty that is Christopher Cerulli, the Chris Motionless, every tattoo that covers his entire upper body. My heart beat in my chest, he wasn’t just beautiful. He’s gorgeous. I understand why so many girls want him, because of how stunning he is. The best part of all, is that he’s all mine.

I bite my lip as he slowly crawls onto the bed, his eyes meet mine as I can’t help but feel a bit nervous, his brown eyes are so intense I feel like I can’t breathe. He moves closer to me, resting a hand on my face, caressing it as he notices my hands are shaking.

“Lycia,” Chris murmurs softly. “Honey, you’re shaking. Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

I shake my head, taking a breath to calm my nerves. I know what I want, it’s right in front of me, looking into my eyes. I want him.

“Chris,” I say softly, my voice barely a whisper as I push away all of my doubt that comes up to the surface. “I want this. I want you.”

Teach me how to love you

I'm unlearnin' what ain't right

I want you to keep speakin' my love language

Baby, talk your shit all night

Chris smiles widely and leans forward, pressing his lips against mine as he kisses me softly. I respond eagerly, heart fluttering at the tender gesture, wrapping my arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss, his hands moving from mine to my neck and then down again before finally settling on either side of my waist. I feel something awaken in me and makes me long for more of him.

He moves lower on the bed, his mouth kissing along the curve of my neck before moving down to the phoenix tattoo that he admired earlier on my hip. I let out a gasp as Chris kisses the tattoo, his tongue tracing the intricate design and sending shivers of pleasure up my spine.

I feel myself melt into him as he moves lower, his hands lightly caressing my inner thighs and pushing them apart, his fingers find their way to my most sensitive spot and I feel a wave of pleasure through me at the contact.

Why would I double back or do the same thing twice?

A question, somethin' that I can't deny

Lеft my baggage at the door, I'll claim you mine

All minе

“Fuck,” I breathe softly as his fingers sink inside me, Chris feeling how turned on I am. He leans into my neck, nibbling softly on my skin as his fingers make circles inside me, the pressure and sensation growing within my entire body and it shakes as he continues to tease and tantalize me.

I gasp as his fingers move within me as my hips move into his hand as he looks up at me, brown eyes gleaming with desire as he watches me moan in pleasure.

I can’t help but let out a moan at the sensation and I feel myself on the brink of an orgasm. Chris smiles wickedly into my neck, knowing that he’s driving me wild with every stroke of his fingers. His other hand moves up to caress my breasts.

“Mm,” Chris whispers as he watches me while brushing each of my nipples with his free hand, making me moan louder this time. “I love the way you fall apart when I touch you.”

You soothe me

You hold it down with every word you speak, oh, honey

Baby

It's been a minute since I had somethin' so sweet, mm, oh

Chris moves his fingers out of me and replaces them with his tongue, exploring every inch of me.

My moans increase in volume and fill the room as I feel myself getting close. His tongue moves in circles around me, alternating between soft and firmer licks, making me squirm in pleasure beneath him and pulling the best sounds out of me.

My hands reach for his blonde locks, pulling on them slightly as I feel his teeth graze my most sensitive area. I cry out again as he teases me with his tongue, pleasure coursing through my veins and making my body quiver.

“I-I can’t take this teasing much longer, babe,” I breathe out between moans of pleasure. “I need you so badly.”

If you're gon' keep speakin' my love language

You can talk your shit all night

You the medication when I'm feelin' anxious

That's the kind of shit I like

Chris pushes himself up onto his knees and looks at me with a smoldering look in his brown gaze, he moves up onto the bed, crawling over my body until he’s positioned above me.

His hands rest on either side of my head, pushing back any strands of my caramel brown hair that have come loose from our embrace, he gives me a soft peck on my lips as he starts to slide inside of me carefully.

I gasp as he fills me completely, my entire body feels alive with pleasure as he moves inside of me. I wrap my legs around Chris's waist, my black nailed hands gripping onto his back as he looks into my eyes, his gaze is filled with desire and passion.

“God, you feel amazing,” He whispers as he starts to move slowly within me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body, making me arch my back.

I moan loudly in response to the sensations coursing through my veins, each movement harder than the last and pushing us closer to the edge of pleasure.

Teach me how to love you

I'm unlearnin' what ain't right

I want you to keep speakin' my love language

Baby, talk your shit all night

Chris’s hands move to cup my face, keeping his gaze locked with mine as he continues to thrust, the strokes taking up a bit of speed but also remaining loving and intense, which takes my breath away as my black nails leave scratches up and down his back.

I feel like I’m about to scream out in pleasure at any moment as Chris took me higher and higher. I could feel my skin becoming hot and flushed as every nerve ending in my body tingled with pleasure, the sensations overwhelming.

My nails dug into his back as I silently begged him to not stop but rather take me further along this blissful road.

Chris responded with each thrust, pushing himself deeper within me until it was too much for me to handle.

I shiver underneath him as an orgasm rocked through my entire body, the waves of pleasure nearly bringing tears in my eyes. He increases his pace even more, his breath becoming ragged as he came closer and closer to his own climax.

Finally, when I thought I couldn't be able to take any more, Chris follows closely behind, releasing himself into me after a soft but guttural growl escapes him as he collapses onto me.

We both lay there, panting for a few moments before Chris rolls off of me and pulls me into his embrace as he wraps his arms around me protectively from behind, holding me close as I relax into him.

I smile contentedly and snuggle closer to Chris with my back against his chest, feeling completely satisfied from our lovemaking session.

“That was amazing,” He whispers softly while planting small kisses over my shoulders and neck, his warm breath tickling my skin. “You’re so incredible.”

My smile widens as I turn to face Chris, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips before pulling back and propping myself on my elbow to look at him, tracing the lines of his face with my fingertips.

Baby, pardon my French, but could you speak in tongues?

Never lost in translation 'cause you know what I want, boy

Treat it just like Givenchy (Givenchy), it's expensive to taste…

My eyes were drawn to the beauty of his face, his strong jawline, sharp cheekbones and soft lips that has moments ago kissed me in ways that no person has before, the same face that I’d watched before in multiple music videos, in interviews, seen in magazines and posters of him and his band, Motionless In White over the years.

I trace the path of each muscle until I reach his chocolate brown eyes that are now looking into mine intently.

In that moment, I feel like there's no one else in the world but just us, and it made my heart flutter in a way I have never experienced before.

Chris smiles warmly at me as he gently takes my hand in his and brings it up to his lips, planting a soft kiss against the back of my hand.

“What are you thinking about?” Chris spoke softly as his fingers gently trail down my arm with my red ink snake tattoo, his gaze still locked with mine.

I smile and move closer to him, my hands tracing the haunted house tattooed on his chest as I ponder his question for a couple of moments.

“I’m just thinking about how lucky I am that I’m here with you right now,” I murmured against his skin softly as I trace one of my own fingers across his tattooed jawline.

Chris smiles down at me as his lips brush against mine tenderly before he tucks away a strand of my caramel brown hair behind my ear lovingly. He presses his forehead to mine, letting out a content sigh as we both lay in comfortable silence for a few more moments before I decide to break it.

“It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way,” I begin, thoughtfully. “I’d never thought I’d find someone like you who could make me feel so safe and loved.”

Chris looks into my yellow-green hazel eyes, understanding passing through us both like an invisible wave before he wraps his arms around me tightly, holding me close to him in comfort and appreciation.

If you're gon' keep speakin' my love language

You can talk your shit all night

You the medication when I'm feelin' anxious

I smile against Chris’s chest as I run my fingertips along his arm lightly, tracing his many tattoos and feeling how strong he is beneath my touch.

“I’m glad I found you too,” He murmurs into my hair as he nuzzles his face into it, taking in the scent of cinnamon and blood oranges. “I haven’t felt this kind of connection to someone in such a long time.”

I look up at him with a soft smile on my lips before turning and pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek, finding solace in the warmth of his embrace. I rest my head back down on his chest and close my eyes for a moment as we lay there together peacefully, enjoying each other’s presence.

Chris notices the peacefulness that this moment has brought and I can see that he wants to take it a bit further.

“I want you to know something, Lycia,” He begins softly, taking my hands in his own and looking into my eyes intently. “You’re always on my mind, no matter what I’m doing, whether I’m touring with my band or even being in the studio or regardless of where I am. You make me feel alive again and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I smile wider as tears gather in the corner of my eyes from hearing such sweet words from Chris, words I never expected to hear from anyone, let alone him. I wrap my arms around him tightly in response before gently pulling away so I can look into his brown eyes one more time.

“I love you,” I whisper softly before pressing another gentle kiss against his lips, conveying all the emotions that I was feeling once just through that single gesture.

Chris meets my kiss with one of his own, full of both adoration and passion as he looks into my eyes and notices the sincerity behind them, a warmth swelling in his chest.

He presses his forehead against mine once more, sighing happily as he holds me close to him, not wanting this moment to ever end.

"I love you too," He murmurs against my skin, letting out a content sigh as we stay there together for what seemed like hours but was actually only minutes.

As we break away, I curl into his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his arms around me. I hear the strong beat of his heart under my ear and feel his fingers move through my hair.

Chris holds me close to him, feeling the warmth of my body as our skin brushes one another’s. His heart’s beating steadily and strongly in his chest and I know he could feel the gentle rise and fall of my breaths as I press closer to him.

That's the kind of shit I like

Teach me how to love you

I'm unlearnin' what ain't right

I looked up at Chris and our eyes met with a deep understanding. His gaze is so full of love that it feels like his very soul is pouring out through them. The sensation overwhelms me that a single tear runs down my cheek. I finally have found someone who understands me and accepts every part of me.

Chris leans down and gently kisses the tear on my face before pressing his forehead against mine, a soft smile playing on his lips. He wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me closer while his other hand runs through my caramel brown hair, pushing some of the strands from my face.

“You are my everything,” He whispers softly before leaning in for a passionate kiss. The kiss is full of warmth and promise as we both surrender to the feelings we are experiencing at the moment.

I feel like this is where I truly belong; safe, warm and loved in Chris’s embrace. We break away after what seems like an eternity but in reality lasts a few moments before Chris gazes deeply into my hazel eyes again.

“I won’t let go of you, I promise,” He murmurs quietly before tucking my head into his chest once again, kissing the top of my head tenderly as we lay there peacefully together until sleep finally claims us both for a little while before we woke once more and continued what we started before.

We continued onward, making love from the darkest of night to the earliest of morning light. I was exhausted, sore but I loved every physical moment that I shared with Chris, even the lightest touch of his warm tattooed skin under my fingertips lit a fire in me and I’m happy.

As I lay beside him in his bed, curled up in his arms with my skin against his, feeling his chest rising and falling as he’s breathing and his heartbeat. I love how innocent he looks as he sleeps with me in his arms, I run a finger down his jawline, making him stir slightly in his sleep with a small smile on his lips. His chocolate brown eyes open after a moment and he looks at me.

“Mm, honey. Can't sleep?” He murmurs and his voice makes my heart melt.

I smile softly at him, I shake my head no at him and bite my lip to keep the tears from spilling out from my eyes, overwhelmed with emotion by how much I love him.

Chris leans in ever so slightly and caresses my forehead with his lips before pulling back to look into my eyes. He brushes a few strands of hair away from my face tenderly, his thumb caressing my skin lightly.

“How can I sleep when I have the sweetest man to ever exist laying by me?” I whisper as I run my fingers through his short blonde hair, letting out a content sigh as he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him, the warmth radiating off of him making it impossible for me to not feel safe and secure in his embrace.

Chris smiles fondly at me, his brown eyes twinkling with love and admiration as he caresses my face gently with one hand before leaning in for a passionate kiss that seems never ending; our tongues intertwining passionately while our hands explore each other’s bodies eagerly.

When we break away from each other, Chris presses his forehead against mine while he lets out a small laugh.

“I’m so glad you’re mine,” He says before capturing my lips and I happily obliged him, we kissed until we both have to take a breath.

I let out a light hum as I trace the tattoos that cover his arm, resting my forehead back on his.

“I’m glad I’m yours too,” I whisper. “You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been.”

Chris smiles at me and pulls me close into his arms.

"Me too," He says softly, nestling his head into the curve of my neck. We lay there for a long while in comfortable silence, only the sound of our breathing filling the room.

"I want to spend every second of my life with you," Chris says as he looks deep into my eyes.

I smile brightly and kiss him tenderly on the lips, feeling a warmth spread through me and a deep sense of contentment as I realize how lucky I am to have found someone like Chris.

I run my fingers through his blonde hair, playing with it absentmindly as I look into his warm brown eyes that holds so much love for me that I feel I could get myself lost in them forever.

I close my eyes and let out a contented sigh before pressing myself closer to Chris, savoring the moment we're sharing.

"I feel so safe when I'm with you," I whisper as I snuggle further into his embrace.

Chris smiles and kisses the top of my head before stroking my hair lovingly.

"Honey, I want you to always feel safe when you're with me," He said softly as he holds me close, letting out a satisfied sigh when I drape one arm around his body and nuzzle against him for comfort.

The two of us stay like that for a while, just enjoying each other.

"I never want this moment to end," I murmured, lifting my head so our eyes met.

Chris grins down at me and brushes away a strand of my caramel brown hair from my face tenderly.

"Me either, baby," He said softly before capturing my lips in a passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever, speaking volumes even without words about the love we have for each other.

When we finally break apart, I let out a content sigh before I snuggle against him again, letting the warmth of his body get me back into sweet dreams full of love and happiness.

I want you to keep speakin' my love language

Baby, talk your shit all night….

Credit to cafekitsune for the divider. 🖤🤌

#darkness finds you universe #chris motionless x lycia winters #chris motionless #motionless in white #chris motionless fanfic #i ship these two so much #Spotify

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darksaiyangoku · 2 years

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RWBY Multiverse: The God of Darkness

Ruby awoke with a start, finding herself in an unknown place. It reminded her of when she asked Jinn about Ozpin's darkest secret. She blinked twice. Was this part of Ambrosius's power with the Staff? Or was this a dream? Whatever it was, Ruby didn't have time to dwell on it. She needed to find Yang and others.

"Yang!" she called out. "Blake! Weiss! Jaune, where are you?" Suddenly, she found a figure in the distance. It was faint, but she could make out the colour of long, golden-yellow hair. Could it be? Tears formed in Ruby's eyes as she raced towards her sister. "YAAAAAAAANG!!!" she cried out. Yang turned around and saw Ruby racing towards her. With a big smile, she opened her arms and the two crushed each other with big hugs.

"Ruby!" Yang sobbed, embracing her tightly. "I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Neither did I," Ruby sobbed back.

"I-It's okay now," Yang said, fighting her tears, "We're okay," As the two of them broke the embrace they stared at each other. Something was off.

"Ruby?"

"Yang?"

"What happened to your clothes?" Yang asked.

"What happened to my clothes? What happened to your clothes?" Ruby responded. Yang looked remarkably different from when they were on the bridge. Instead of a brown jacket with brown overalls, this Yang wore an orange jacket, black jeans, yellow boots and a yellow, armoured vest. She also wore a long, red scarf with a white rose emblem on the end. "Why do you look so different?"

"I was about to ask you the same question," Yang said. Ruby peered over her shoulder and saw what looked like Blake walking over to them. Ruby blinked twice. This Blake also looked rather different from when she saved her during the fall. Instead of a bob cut and white jacket, this Blake had long hair, with purple highlights and wore a black tube top and black jeans, with slim black boots. The most jarring thing, however, was a tail sticking out of her. Blake raised an eyebrow when she saw two of her friends.

"Yang? Ruby? What happened to you two?" she asked.

"Blake?!" Ruby yelled, "Where did you get that tail?!"

"What do you mean? It's a side effect of the transformation I have," Blake informed her, "Don't you remember?"

"What transformation?" Yang chimed in. "What are you even talking about?"

"Umm, my Devil Trigger?" said Blake. "Also, why do you have that scarf?"

Yang clutched it tight. "It's precious to me. How can you not remember?"

"Remember? This is the first time I'm hearing about it at all," said Blake. Ruby's eyes darted all over. These weren't her friend and sister. Just then, two more people ran towards them. They looked just like Weiss and Jaune, but like Blake and Yang, these two looked different. This Weiss was dressed in a white corest, fishnet stockings and blue heels and Jaune was dressed in a green kevlar suit, with black fingerless gloves, black boots and a yellow and white pattern on his midsection. At the sight of Ruby, he ran towards her and embraced her tightly, causing her blush. Weiss meanwhile was getting strange looks from Yang and Blake.

"What?" she asked.

"Do you really fight in that?" Blake asked, shaking her head.

Weiss scowled at her, "Says the girl in the tube top,"

After breaking the hug, Jaune smiled, crying slightly.

"J-Jaune?" Ruby asked, worried.

"I can't believe you're alive," he whispered. Cupping her cheeks, Jaune started to lean forward, causing Ruby's eyes to pop. Was he seriously about to do this?

"W-Wait, Jaune, wha-?" Ruby blurted. Suddenly the two were split apart by Yang, whose eyes turned red.

"What the hell do you think you'rs doing?!" she screamed at Jaune. Jaune blinked twice, confused.

"W-What do you mean? I was just gonna kiss Ruby," he said, "What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is the fact that you're kissing my sister! What, did you suddenly forget ever loving me and wanted to make a move on Ruby instead?"

"Wait, time out," Weiss interjected and pointed at Jaune and Yang, "You two are dating?"

"Yes!" Yang answered,

"Wha? No!" Jaune replied, "Wait... what is going on?!" Ruby was still frozen in shock, trying to process what just happened. These people couldn't be her friends, yet not only did they look like the ones she knew, but they also acted like them. Blake's jaw nearly dropped as a black cloud formed above them. It twisted and turned until it finally became a human shape. Protruding from its head were two ram horns. It was the God of Darkness.

"Hello there, Team RWBY," he greeted them in a soft voice, "I was wondering when I'd get to meet you," Desperate for answers, Ruby stepped towards him.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Ruby asked, shaken, "Who are these people? Where are my friends?!"

"Calm down, child," the god said, "These are your friends. They're not illusions, holograms, projections or dreams. They're real. As for why they're different, well the answer is a little... hard to wrap your head around. But I'll do my best to explain everything. Your friends aren't from your universe."

Ruby, Jaune, Yang and Blake were awestruck. Not from their universe? This had to be a trick. The God of Darkness wasn't exactly trustworthy. Weiss, on the other hand, didn't seem too surprised.

"So Ozpin's theories were right," she said. "There really is a multiverse,"

"M-Multiverse?" Ruby asked.

"Think about it," Weiss began to explain, "Look at of all us. We all look and act like the Weiss, Jaune, Blake and Yang that you know and love. But we all have our differences from them, aside from our clothes."

"Correct," said the God of Darkness, nodding his head, "There are multiple Remnants out there and you are from 5 different universes,"

Ruby sank to the floor in shock. Different universes. Different versions of her friends and herself. This was a lot to take in.

"If it helps, allow me to explain the different universes. Let's start with Yang's; her universe is a lot like yours, Ruby, but very different at the same time. Kings and Queens still rule the world, magic is not extinct, but a long forgotten art. Blake's universe is filled with angels and demons. Both Jaune and Weiss come from universes with superheroes. As for you, Ruby, your universe is the source. The prime world. The one created by me and my brother,"

Ruby looked up and asked a simple question.

"Why create us? Why these new universes?"

The god stroked his chin, "It was a little experiment that got out of hand. But in order to ensure that each universe maintained some form of order, my brother appointed guardians for each universe to watch over and protect you. Rest assured, dear one. The ones you seek are alive,"

"They are?"

"Yes. In another universe. I can take you there. But beware of the dangers that lie ahead, young one."

Ruby stood and wiped her tears. "I will."

"Very well, I shall send you to the new world," a dark purple glow emenated from his hand. Ruby waved goodbye to the counterparts as she was zapped away. Opening her eyes, she found herself on a mysterious island.

#rwby #rwby fanon #rwby au #multiverse #ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #jaune arc #god of darkness #rwby versus xv #rwby devils of remnant #rwby colours of justice #rwby avengers of remnant #devils of remnant #colours of justice #avengers of remnant #rwby volume 9

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Hello, do you know how to proceed in a university to organize a gathering or a student demonstration? so that we are in large numbers without dispersing? with all the social networks we can no longer get together, everyone goes their own way and we end up with small groups quickly evacuated by the police I'm mainly talking about tomorrow and the days to come, so that we can hold out as long as possible

sorry it's me again, but is blocking university effective? or wouldn't it be better for students to join the strike points where citizens will be gathered to show greater support? especially after the vote on the motion

Honestly, this is what I believe. Let's think on what the aim of the strike is: to cost the managing class dear money, as much of it, in fact, within the shortest amount of time. The more people strike, the less wealth is produced. Strikers do lose money, but shareholders lose profit. And the strikers are in control for as long as the strike lasts.

Part of our common problem these days, beside the fact that we're all broke because of the worst socio-economic crisis since the last war, is that French society, along with the rest of the globalised West, was heavily tertiarised during the last few decades, meaning that our country is critically disindustrialised, with big cities concentrating employment based on services. Geographs speak of metropolitanisation, which tends to reject manual labour outside of the Great urban centres to the periurban and rural areas. This is where the Yellow Vests were born.

In other words, there aren't enough workers in the cities. I think your idea was right: it could prove a better strategy to join forces with existing picket lines at electricity or transport companies for instance, first because there's strength in numbers, and then because it is they who hold the power to put the entire country to a halt if they cease working. It's probably wiser to help them to hold the line against the police.

The problem is communication. Don't you hold general meetings at your university, by any chance? This would be the ideal place to submit that idea to the vote. If you don't, well, you'll need to organise yourselves and signal other students the good old-fashioned way mayhap: by setting placards to announce a general meeting meant to decide on a plan of action! You do need to stay together, or if you divide yourselves to leave the building and go on a picket line or to a protest, to set up a rendezvous point. Also please use Telegram rather than the usual networks, it's a lot safer.

Why not ask for Louis Boyard's help? He's not my favourite person in the world but political party members may help set you up with union leaders and strikers and give a hand in coordinating joint actions; and if I'm not mistaken, Boyard is something of a specialist in student matters...

#answers #nonnies #student strikes #i can't believe i've just recommended someone to listen to louis boyard #this time is doing a number on us #we're probably making history and i like zero moment of it

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partnersincrimesuau · 1 year

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What kind of outfits do you think Spinel would look best in? Do you think she could rock makeup? If so, what kind of makeup? Do you think she'd like makeup, or dressing up?

YES YES YES YES YES.

I've always loved the idea of Spinel with dark pink/red eyeshadow - it looks absolutely gorgeous on her. Also i have seen fanart of her with mascara, and her eyelashes are on fleek ☆ﾟ･:*:･｡★ I mean, canonically, her tattoos are supposed to represent running mascara because of her depression (the concept art book for the movie talks about it a little) but she would look amazing either way XDD

Also, speaking of the concept art book, Rebecca Sugar drew Spinel wearing overalls, poofy skirts and a vest!!! She just about looks good in anything XDD However, one of my favourite headcanons in the entirety of the SU fanbase is that Spinel would absolutely steal Steven's clothes and wear them - I've drawn her wearing his jacket and shirts MANY times ^^

I have drawn Spinel in dresses before, but let's face it - she looks absolutely gorgeous in a suit too. If she ever got the chance to dress up, I'm sure she would have loved to wear anything!!! I'm kinda picturing Spinel on Homeworld with Pink Pearl, Yellow Pearl and Blue Pearl having a fashion parade in Pink's room for fun ^^ Maybe the pebbles would help them make dresses and things!!!

I love this ask XDDD tell me in the comments what you think Spinel would wear!!!

(Also while we're on the topic of clothes... I don't know how many people know this, but I found this out when writing one of my Steven Universe fanfics a couple months back. Spinel wears pointed-toe jester shoes... right? Those things are called winklepickers. Maybe this is a common term and I'm just dumb, bUT ITS SO HILARIOUS TO ME -)

#im so cringe and im proud of it #not partners in crime #spinel steven universe #spinel #steven universe #ask #ask response

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saw your rbed ask on rach's page and it got me curious soo warning era queensryche if you're still doing it?

Glad I PIQUED YOUR CURIOSITY 🥴. I'm going to address them by order of appearance because I've not much knowledge of the band and their names, so if you wouldn't mind telling me after the fact that'd be great ✨!

1. Oooookay, a two-toned pants moment. I also see he's got a fishing-net situation going on on his shoulder, and a nut-and-bolt ordeal on the vest.

The color palette? There's nothing wild going on, I like it! But the overall unity, I feel like he could've gave us more. The shirt bolts could have very well also embellished the sides of his pants, or even the waist area! Small details like that are more impactful to fashion thirsters such as myself.

That snake bracelet is totally random and can go somewhere far away, though. The wraps work well as just black, but a grey to emphasize his shoulder detailing wouldn't have killed anyone.

But the outfit does still work, it's just a bit bland to me.

2. Oh hey he's hot, but unlike the flames on his shirt alluded to, the outfit is not. I'm sorry but in comparison to what everyone else has going on, I'd swear he was a fan and not a member. It has no flare, it isn't doing anything for me.

Plus he's not coordinating omggg everyone's having a chest peak moment and he's there in a t-shirt. Without totally changing his entire look I can't really fix this as it is.

I would have gave him a vest similar to 1's with yellow lines going down the side like his pants, a yellow headband, he could keep the wrist wraps, and then possibly a some sort of dangle-necklace, those always work well when you've got your chest out.

Now this may make him look like he came right out of Stryper but 😩☠️ it'd of been cute.

3. OKAY A SINGLET-SHIRT, those and chest hair are always a happy couple, so I do like that. It also has a yellow-edge to match with 2's pants, and we're back to bolts to match with 1's vest.

I'm not feeling that mix-and match belt extravaganza. I can tell whoever did that thought it'd be extravagant, but it's out of place. A ring... And a square... And punch-holes... And diamond rhines... hahaha. Good-bye to the ringed belt, goodbye to the golden diamond rhines.

Keep the square buckle, replace the golden rhines with silver sequin, because the base of the shirt is sequin and silver bolts.

Take away whatever that extra shirt is under the main shirt, and make that glove black with yellow trim. I get he's coordinating the white with 4, but if we're talking a stand alone outfit choice, GOODBYE!

4. He's adorable first of all 🥴✨, and frankly the only thing I'm really not into about his outfit is the belt. It's tacky, I would have put him in a more glam chain-like belt made of bolts. But his outfit works in its own sense, the wrist wraps, the shirt style, everything. Maybe a white line going down the sides of the pants if you wanted to get fancy, but it really doesn't need it.

5. Not him being sexy and having a sexy outfit! It's like his outfit has all the elements I gave to everyone else's COMBINED, I LOVE THE DIRECTION OF IT!

Not digging the purple as far as coordination with his other members goes, no one else is in purple and it's making me tick. Well.... wellllll, a darker black-purple?! I just don't like the brightness of the purple, it isn't ugly but it just doesn't please me.

A darker color would've made the little yellow detailing pop more, which would have been hot. But again I do actually like the design of it, I can't get mad at it.

Anyway this has been the Queensyrche fashion show thanks for reading my judgmental nonsense 🤩✨

#asks

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herbs-and-spices-and-flowers · 8 months

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Paragraph Thursday Ep. 5

So Minnesota and Oregon walk into Sips's tent where they find all kinds of crazy nik-naks and stuff. Then they see a yellow monkey with a red vest and an attitude.

"What do you punks want?!" he shouted.

"Did he just call us punks?" Oregon asked.

"Um. We're just here to explore your store, Mr.....uh......monkey."

Sips glares at them harder.

"What did you say?"

"Was it something I said?"

"Get out."

"What?"

"GET OUT!"

And when Sips's hands start to light with electricity, they two friends figured now was the time to head his warning. They left and when they got to the other side of the road, they find Jack behind a crate giving them advice.

"Oof. Well, you survived. Just stay away from monkey comments. He hates those. I still believe in you. You can do it!"

Grudgingly, they went back in, and went with their plan. Instead Minnesota went in ahead of Oregon. Just to see what would happen. Minnesota struck up a conversation with Sips, meanwhile Oregon snuck in(she can be very quiet when she wants to). She was quiet enough to walk around without causing noise to blow her cover. But when Sips turned around,

"Oh, um.... Mr. uhhh...Sips! I....I'm sorry about the monkey comments. I just..."

"Never seen a talking monkey? This is the Billowing Wilds. There are a lot of weird stuff here."

"I'm from Earth."

"Oh good for you!"

Oregon heaved a silent sigh of relief as she inched closer to the box. She reached but then stopped. Because there was a small, light brown creature in front of her holding two knives. Oh no. She was caught. What now? But then she remembered something. Minnesota may be good with people, but her love for animals was spirit connection. Plus this thing was adorable. She wanted to pet it. She reached and pet the creature. It was so soft. Oregon had not felt anything this soft since her cat died. The adorable critter looked up at her and smiled. Then he nudged the self with his hand that was holding a knife and the box fell into her lap.

"Nice." she said. She then pets him again.

She struggles to get up without making any noise, but then she accidentally makes a sound and Sips was about to turn around when,

"Uh, wait! It seems like you have a nice shop here! What do you have around here?"

"If you have eyes, you can see all the crazy around here." Sips tells him.

"Well, ummmm.....Just seeing if there is anything I missed. You seem to have a lot of cool stuff around here."

Sips smiled a suspicious smile.

"You know what? You're funny. Tell me, kiddo. What do you do for fun?"

"Well, I like to play soccer with my buddies."

"Soccer. Not a bad kids game. I might have a soccer ball around here."

Just when he was about to look around, he saw Sneeze below him holing up a soccer ball. Sips picked it up, shook it up a bit, and with a suspicious smile, handed it to Minnesota.

"Here. Why don't you examine it. You won't find anything this in one shape anywhere else in the Billowing Wilds."

Minnesota took the soccer ball and looked at it. It seemed like a nice soccer ball. Bu then he felt something off. He felt his body get longer, his limbs disappear, his head to change shape, and his skin change texture. He heard Oregon gasp and he began to freak out.

"What was that? I heard screaming! What is going on?!"

Then a white monkey with red marking, a white and blue dress, and a mask came running in. Then she gasped.

Oregon could only watch as her friend became a huge snake. Then the white monkey came and put her hands on his snake form. Then said,

"No."

Then he began to turn back into a boy. The white monkey then takes off her masks and gently tells Minnesota,

"Are you ok, kiddo?"

Oregon stops sneaking and runs out of the tent and tells Minnesota, they gotta run! So they run out of the tent. They kept running until they found Jack behind a crate and hide right next to him. Oregon hands him the box, then shivers.

"What happened? I heard screaming."

"Sips. He turned Minnesota into a snake. A white monkey turned him back."

"She seemed nicer." added Minnesota.

"Oh, that's Fruit Bat. Sips's mate."

They both paused.

"Why would someone as nice as Fruit Bat marry someone like Sips?" asked Minnesota.

"I don't know, kids. They didn't tell us much. Mostly just, the same day Tangerine came into town, Sips announced he had a female living with him and Sneeze."

"Ah. Wait. Who's Tangerine?"

"She's one of my coworkers. She came into tow one day and was looking for someone to work with, so I let her have a job with us as keeping me and my coworkers alive when monsters attack. Yeash, she can also be a pain. But not as much as she is helpful."

"Could we meet her?"

"Eh. Sure. She told me she was waiting at the tavern inn. C'mon, that experience must have taken your energy. Let's fill you two up."

"ALRIGHT!" exclaimed Minnesota who jumped up.

"Careful. Teenaged boys will eat a lot."

"I know that. I was once a teenaged boy myself back when I was young."

So they go to the local tavern inn. Where they meet an elegant figure with a black dress with large orange flowers on it. She had a wide, triangular hat with a dark mask underneath it. And the mask had neon markings on it. She held out her hands that had black fur on it. She shook Minnesota's hand with her black fur covered hands. Oregon noticed her waving, long, black tail and reached for it like a curious child. Tangerine noticed this and shook her hand using her tail.

"Aren't you guys hungry for something?" Mr. Jack asked.

"Can I put ketchup on there so I can see what it would taste like even though you don't usually put ketchup on it?!" Oregon accidentally asked out loud.

Many people in there over heard the kid because she was accidentally loud, so some people ordered ketchup to see how it tasted. Mr. Jack gave Oregon a weird expression.

"Kid, you are weird."

"I know. My parents would have called me a mid-western child."

So he let them eat something along with him. He noticed Oregon did put ketchup on half her stuff. And it tasted fine. That kid weird. He was here for another reason. Not just to see his coworker, but also because he was waiting for a group of adventurers he was going to hire out. While he was waiting he noticed that Minnesota was having an ok time here. He was going around befriended and goofing around with most of the folks here. Nice to see him making new friends. Meanwhile, Oregon was minding her own business reading a book she had on her. Until Tangerine came and started talking with her.

Soon, Oregon got bored of sitting in one spot. Plus the noise was getting to her. She explored the place until she found a small stage with a box and microphone. She climbed onto the stage and played with the microphone.

"Test test." she said into the mic.

Most of the folks in the inn turned to see her with the mic. She had an idea.

"The wind blows low and mournful through the strath of Dalnacreich

Where once there lived a woman who would a mother be

For twelve long years a good man's wife, but ne'er the cradle filled

Mother of a changling child from 'neath the faerie hill

She traveled to the standing stones and crossed into the green

Where all the host of elven folk were dancing there unseen

Through the night she bargained with the Queen and faeries all

Who sent her home a dawning with baby beneath her shawl

How there home was joyful with a son to call their own

But soon they saw the years that passed will never make him grow

The faeries would not answer her the stones her dark and slept

A baby was what she asked for their promises they kept

Wind blows low and mournful through the strath of Dalnacreigh

Where once there lived a woman who would a mother be

For fifty years she rocked that baby it's said she rocks hm still

Mother of a changling child from neath the faerie hill

A mother of a changling child from neath the faerie hill"

#paragraph thursday #my ocs #fool's gold

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aspenmissing · 9 months

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𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚊𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Sam, who is lying on the floor beside a motel bed and coming out of having a vision. The door opens and Dean and Theo enters, Dean chewing on jerky and Theo carrying six-pack of beer. Sam sits up, panting.

"Sam?" Theo asks, worried laced in her voice.

"No..."

Theo is driving, Sam navigating with a GPS device which speaks directions and Dean sat in the back, leaning forwards.

"Continue on O-R Two-Two-Four West"

"There are only two towns in the US named Rivergrove" Sam says.

"How come you're so sure it's the one in Oregon?" Dean asks. Sam has a flashback to the vision- the Oregon poster is on the wall.

"There was a picture. Crater Lake"

"Okay, what else?" Theo asks.

"I saw a dark room, some people, and a guy tied to a chair"

"And I ventilated him?" She asks, looking to Sam.

"Yeah. You thought there was something inside him"'"

"What, a demon? Was he possessed?"

"I don't know"

"Well, all your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow...so was there any black smoke? Did we try to exorcise it?"

"No. Nothing, Theo just plugged him, that's it"

"Well, I'm sure she had a good reason"

"I sure hope so"

"What does that mean?" Theo asks, slightly hurt "I mean, I'm not gonna waste an innocent man" Dean raises his eyebrows "I wouldn't!"

"We never said you would!" Dean says.

"Fine!"

"Fine! Look, we don't know what it is. But whatever it is, that guy in the chair's a part of it. So, let's find him and see what's what.

"Fine" Theo says, leaning back into her seat more.

"Fine" Dean and Sam share a look.

The Winchesters pull into town past a large billboard adverting Crater Lake. They pull up in front of a wooden shop; out front stands an older man, who is cleaning a rifle; he wears a short-sleeved blue shirt with a multi-pocket brown vest. Sam, Dean and Theo get out and approach him.

"Morning" Dean says.

"Good morning. Can I help you?"

"Yeah" Theo pulls out a badge "Uh, Kate Dawson, Billy Gibbson, Frank Beard" She says and Dean and Sam nod at their names "U.S. Marshals"

"What's this about?"

"We're looking for someone"

"A young man, early twenties. He'd have a, a thin scar right below his hairline" Sam describes.

"What'd he do?" The man asks.

"Well, nothing. We're actually looking for someone else, but we think this young man could help us"

"Yeah, he's not in any kind of trouble or anything; well, no yet" Dean glances down at the man's left arm, which shows a distinctive tattoo "I think maybe you know who he is...Master Sergeant" Dean smiles "My dad was in the Corps, he was a Corporal"

"What company?"

"Echo-2-1" Theo answers, with a smile. The man looks to her "My Dad worked alongside his. Good friends" The man nods.

"So can you help us?" Sam asks. The man seems hesitant.

"Duane Tanner's got a scar like that. But I know him. Good kid, keeps his nose clean"

"Oh, I'm sure he does. Um. You know where he lives?"

"With his family, up Aspen Way"

"Thank you" They leave; the man frows as he watches them go. Across the street, Sam bumps into a telephone pole and glances at it in passing. He stops; carved into the wood is a single wood: Croatoan. They approach the pole and Sam points at the word with a significant look.

"Hey" The twins look at the pole.

"Croatoan?" Dean asks.

"Yeah" Dean looks at him blankly "Roanoke? Lost colony? Ring a bell? Dean, did you pay any attention in history class?"

"Yeah! Shots heard 'round the word, how bulls become laws..."

"That's not school, that's Schoolhouse Rock" Theo says.

"You know I blame you for Sammy's smartass talk"

"Roanoke was one of the first English colones in America, late 1500s?" Sam says.

"And the brains" He says to Theo, he then looks back to Sam "And Yeah, yeah, I do remember that. The only thing they left behind was a single word carved in a tree. Croatoan"

"Yeah. And I mean, there were theories-Indian raid, disease, but nobody knows what really happened. They were all just gone. I mean, wiped out overnight"

"You don't think that's what's going on here, I mean..." Theo says.

"Whatever I saw in my head, it sure wasn't good. But what do you two thinks could do that?"

"Well, I mean, like I said, all of your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow, so..."

"We should get help. Bobby, uh Ellen maybe?" Sam suggests.

"Yeah, that's a good idea" Theo pulls out her cell phone, then frowns at it "I don't have a signal" Dean and Sam does the same, shaking their heads.

"I don't either"

"Same" They walk to the pay phone, which Theo picks up; it starts beeping, and she clicks the receiver several times.

"Line's dead" She hangs up "I'll tell you one thing. If I was gonna massacre a town, that'd be my first step"

The Impala is parked outside a cabin-like house in the middle of nowhere, and Sam, Dean and Theo approach the front. By the door is a small, tacky plaque that reads 'Born to fish; Forced to work'. Sam knocks on the door, and a teenager boy with dark spiked hair opens it.

"Yeah?" Dean flashed his badge.

"We're looking for Duane Tanner; he lives here, right?"

"Yeah, he's my brother

"Can we talk to him?" Theo asks.

"Oh, he's not here right now"

"Do you know where he is?"

"Yeah, he went on a fishing trip up by Roslyn Lake"

"Your parents’ home?"

"Yeah, they're inside"

"Jake? Who is it?" A voice says from inside.

"Hi, U.S. Marshals, sir, we're looking for your son Duane" Theo says as the owner of the voice comes into view.

"Wh-why? He's not in trouble, is he?"

"No, no, no, no. We just need to ask him a couple of routine questions, that's all"

"When's he due back from his trip?" Sam asks.

"I'm not sure"

"Well, maybe your wife knows"

"No, I don't know, she's not here right now" Mr. Tanner says.

"Your son said she was" Theo says.

"Did I?"

"She's getting groceries. So, when Duane gets back, there's a number where he can get a hold of you?"

"Oh no, we'll just check in with you later" They turn and walk down the steps as the Tanners shut the door behind them.

"That was kind of creepy, right? A little too Stepford?" Dean says.

"Big time" Looking furtively about, they sneak around to the back of the house, crouching below a window. Inside, A woman is tied to a chair and gagged; Jake comes around behind her, hands on her shoulders.

"It's okay, Mom. It's not gonna hurt" Mr. Tanner comes out of the next room with a kitchen knife. Jake stands in front of his mother and casually rolls up one sleeve; his father cuts into his arm and lets the blood drop onto a wound in the woman's shoulder. Outside, Sam, Dean and Theo arm themselves and kick down the back door. As they rush in, handguns raised, Mr. Tanner rushes at them with a knife; Theo shoots him thrice in the chest. Jake jumps out the window, shattering glass, and darts off into the woods. Sam aims at him through the window but hesitates, giving him time to get away.

Mrs. Tanner is in the back seat of the Impala; as they pull up in front of the clinic Sam helps her out and leads her to the door. Dean and Theo opens the trunk and looks around furtively. Sam leads Mrs. Tanner inside; the clinic is quiet, dim, and empty.

"Hello? Hello? We need a doctor here" A young blond woman rushes out, concerned.

"Mrs. Tanner, what happened?" She asks.

"She's been attacked"

"Doctor Lee?" The woman calls and another woman rushes in.

"Bring her in" Mrs. Tanner looks close to tears.

"Okay" The woman leads Sam and Mrs. Tanner into a back room, and Dr. Lee follows. Dean and Theo enters, carrying the body of Mr. Tanner, who is covered.

"Is that-"

"Mr. Tanner?" Theo questions.

"Was he attacked too?"

"Uh..." Dean and Theo share a look "no, actually, he did the attacking and then he got himself shot"

"Shot?" Dr. Lee askes.

"Yeah"

"And who are you two?"

"U.S. Marshals. I'd show you our badges, but uh..."

"Oh. Sorry. Bring him back here"

Mrs. Tanner is seated on a stool with her shirt off; Dr. Lee sits across from her, treating the wound on her left shoulder.

"Wait, you said Jake helped him? Your son Jake?" Mrs. Tanner nods.

"They beat me. Tied me up"

"I don't believe it" The blond woman says.

"Pam. Beverly...do you have any idea why they would act this way? Any history of chemical dependency?" Dr. Lee asks.

"No, of course not. I don't know why. One minute they were my husband and my son. And the next, they had the devil in them" Sam, Dean and Theo are listening to this, and they share a look at her last words.

"We gotta talk" The three exit the lab "Those guys were wacked out of their gourds"

"What do you think? Multiple demons, mass possession?"

"If it is a possession there could be more. I mean, God knows how many, it could be a friggin' Shriner convention" Theo says.

"Great"

"Of course, that's one way to wipe out a town, you take it from the inside"

"I don't know, guys. We didn't see any of the demon smoke with Mr. Tanner, or any of the other usual signs"

"Well, whatever. Something turned him into a monster. And you know if you would have taken out the other one there'd be one less to worry about"

"I'm sorry, all right? I hesitated, Dean, it was a kid!"

"No, it was an 'it'. Not the best time for a bleeding heart, Sam"

"Guys come on, don't start fighting now" Dr. Lee stalks out of the lab, her heels clicking loudly on the floor.

"How's the patient?" Sam asks.

"Terrible! What the hell happened out there?"

"We don't know"

"Yeah? Well, you just killed my next-door neighbour"

"We didn't have a choice" Theo says.

"Maybe so, but we need the county, Sheriff. I need the coroner..."

"Phones are down"

"I know, I tried. Tell me you have a police radio in the car?" Dr. Lee asks.

"Yeah, we do. But it crapped out just like everything else"

"I don't understand what is happening"

"How far is it to the next town?" Dean asks.

"It's about forty miles down to Sidewinder"

"All right, we're gonna go down there, see if we can find some help" Theo taps Sam on the shoulder "Our partner’ ll stick around, keep you guys safe" Theo and Dean starts to walk out.

"Safe from what?"

"We'll get back to you on that"

Dean and Theo pulls up behind a wrecked car with Oregon plate that reads 'WTF 4C7'; they stop to investigate, both carrying a gun. The windows on the car are smashed and blood covers the seats; on the ground by the driver's side is a large bloody knife. He picks it up and looks to Theo, who is looking in the back, which has a car seat for a baby, she then looks up to Dean with a serious expression.

Sam is leaning against a counter, staring at the body of Mr. Tanner. He begins pacing; Dr. Lee is nearby, looking at something in a microscope.

"Huh" she says.

"What?"

"His lymphocyte percentage is pretty high. His body was fighting off a viral infection"

"Really? What kind of virus?" Sam asks.

"Can't say for sure"

"Do you think an infection could have made him act like that?"

"None that I've ever heard off. I mean, some can cause dementia, but not that kind of violence. And besides, I've never heard of one that did this to the blood"

"Did what?"

"There's this...weird residue. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was Sulphur" Sam looks to Mr. Tanners body then back to Dr. Lee.

"Sulphur"

Dean and Theo drives along the road to a bridge, which is blocked by a roadblock consisting of several cars and a half-dozen locals with guns. One is Jake. Dean stops the car, frowning then looks to Theo who has a similar expression. Something bangs down on the roof of the car and they jump; a man leans over.

"Oh-ho-ho. Hey"

"Sorry. Road's closed"

"Yeah, we can see that. What's up?" Theo asks.

"Quarantine"

"Quarantine? What is it?"

"Don't know. Something going around out there"

"Uh-huh. Who told you that?"

"County Sheriff" The man answers.

"Is he here"

"No. He called. Say, why don't you two get out of the car and we'll talk a little" Dean laughs nervously.

"Well, you are a handsome devil, but I don't swing that way and my friend here is shy, sorry" Dean jokes.

"I'd sure appreciate it if you got out of the car, just for a quick minute"

"Yeah, I'll bet you would" Theo says. Dean puts the car into a quick reverse; the man grabs his collar and is dragged along. The men at the roadblock begin firing, and Dean wings the car around, shaking the man off a zooming away.

"You okay!?" He asks, looking to Theo "Are you hit?"

"No, no, I'm fine. You?" He nods.

"I'm fine"

Sam is staring intently at Beverly, sill huddled on the stool in the lab.

"I don't understand. Are you saying my husband and Jake had a disease?"

"That's what we're trying to find out. Now, during the attack, do you remember...did you have any direct contact with their blood?"

"Oh my God. You don't think I've got this virus, do you?"

"Beverly, I don't know what to think. But with you permission, we'll take a blood sample" Beverly nods and lays her hand gently on Dr. Lee's. Suddenly she grabs Dr. Lee's wrist and yells in range, lashing out with her other hand. Sam advances on her and she tosses him against a glass cabinet, which shatters. She picks up a scalpel as he takes a fire extinguisher from the wall; she advances on him, still yelling. He knocks her out.

#Supernatural #older sister winchester #oc insert #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom

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thekatfuzz · 1 year

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Job rant

I dream of the day i can give my 2 weeks. This single position has made me the worst mental. I think I have been in a long time. I am constantly feeling frustrated, helpless, depressed, and there are times in the morning where I couldn't even get out of bed to go to work. The main manager of the warehouse gets to disappear for like three weeks, but God forbid I take one day off for a mental health break I get penalized, and if I get too many penalizations it will eventually probably lead to getting fired. I can't just walk out, because this is a company that I would like to work for in a higher position later in the future, and I also still have to support my rent and myself. But I have been here since August, and I have definitely been here longer than I wanted to call the managers really don't seem to care about us warehouse workers even though they claim to one of them is pretty nice but I feel like she's giving me answers before two things just to get me to stop asking her, when she actually didn't know the answer for just wanted to say something to sound like she didn't know. Another manager to from when I started here I was brave enough to express that I wanted to work somewhere else asked me why, and when I explained to him, he gave me a snarky response like he didn't just ask me to tell him why. On a separate occasion, he gave me the whole "oh, you could talk to me, I'm here for you, I deal with mental health too" and I was like buddy you're the last person I wanna go to talk about those things with. You don't understand what I sent through and I can out rated to tell you that this position is draining me because you asked what exactly was draining me. Also, this past week he just gave us a talk about being one percent lower than our usual accuracy rate, (it was at 97% now its at 96%) and that we needed to be better about making mistakes but he finished that with oh but you guys are all great and doing a good job and I love you.

They also claim to be all about health and safety, but when I kindly asked my manager, if we could wash the shared yellow vests, we wear when we go deliver items in the truck, and she was like yeah sure I'll talk to the Next Door warehouse about that because they have washing machines and you know what? It never got done, no update from her or anything. I'm feeling constantly unappreciated by the higher ups, and even though they might have been in our position before, I feel like they still don't understand how hard it is to be doing what we're doing right now, especially for someone like me who has expressed that I think I would do much better at another location and with problems, waking up early, mental health, etc

There are so many things wrong with this place and just too much to say.

The good news is I have a couple of interviews lined up for the next coming weeks, so hopefully I'll be able to get out soon.

#personal

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francisthewitcher · 1 year

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The Butterfly Affection - Chapter 1: Love At First Flight. (NSFW)

Art by Ber00. Please support his official page.

Themes: Vainilla, Lactation, Creampie, Magic

Summary: Jonnah was just an average young man who always thought nothing surreal could ever happen to him. But it all changed that night at the party when he met a beautiful young golden-haired woman. Little did he know from that moment on, his life was about to take a surprising and even exciting turn. Smut. Rated M.

OC x Harem.

It all started one night, back when things were normal to begin with. The lights were on, music was playing, and young people were being… well, young people. But one of them didn't realize what that night was going to become. His name was Jonnah.

He wore a brown sleeveless vest with a grey long-sleeved shirt and beige cargo shorts. He also had medium-length auburn hair with a fair skin color. He was talking to someone at the moment. She had lengthy brown hair past shoulder length, along with a pink sweater with a rainbow on it, a purple skirt, and black dress shoes with socks.

"So, did you hear about that new announcement at Comic Con? It's gonna be so bananas, Jonnah!" The girl exclaimed, bouncing in the coach in excitement.

"Yeah, Mabel. But apparently not as much as you are." Jonnah said with a smile, obviously eager at the news too.

Mabel put on a look of joy. "Why wouldn't I be? My girls Candy and Grenda told me a lot of good things about this event, especially when it comes to a certain boy we're about to meet." She replied

Just then, someone gave Mabel a slight nudge on her arm as she spoke up.

"Jeez, Mabel. All these years, and you still talk about boys."

She had short dark-blue hair and brown eyes, wearing an olive green shirt, a turquoise jacket, a yellow skirt, brown boots, and an olive green beanie hat.

"Hey, I still make time for girls, Janna. It's just one of the perks of girl time. Besides, I gave up that kind of crazy boy obsession a long time ago." Mabel gave her a frown as she protested. Then, her face showed a serious look as she spoke. "Those were dark days…"

Just then, the group was joined by a few new people. One of them was a petite woman with short blue hair and freckles, wearing a lab coat, a light brown skirt, and a blue and gray sweater vest with a pi/pie pin on her left with black boots. Another was a Latino-American teenager of medium height with a slender build, tan skin, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a mole on his right cheek. He was wearing a light gray shirt, a red hoodie, dark gray skinny jeans, and olive and white sneakers. And finally, the third had wavy, shoulder-length platinum blond hair with an aqua streak on the left side, tan skin, mint green eyes, and freckles. She had a slim, curvy body, wearing a green and white raglan shirt, an orange seashell necklace, cyan jean shorts, green and white knee socks, and blue and white sneakers.

"What about dark days?" The third of the group spoke up.

Mabel, Janna, and Jonnah turned to see the group as Mabel waved to her.

"Hey, Jackie. Can you tell Janna that I'm not as obsessed over boys like I used to be?" Mabel said as she gave Janna a slight glare. It was obvious she was ready to fight. Jonnah got a bit worried over that, but before she could bare her fangs, the blue-haired girl broke it up.

"Okay, settle down now, Mabel. I think you've made yourself clear enough."

The boy looked at the group in confusion, wondering how things got to that point. However, with what sounded like a main event coming up, he had a theory.

"You guys were talking about the Comic Con convention, aren't you?"

Mabel responded with a resounding, "Heck, yeah!"

"She's just excited to spend time with Grenda and Candy looking at cute boys." Jonnah spoke up next, adding in detail what she told him.

"I get it. It's a perk of girl time, right?" Jackie crossed her arms with a smirk.

"Thank you!" Mabel reacted heavily as she held her arms out.

After a second of awkward silence, Jonnah moved on. "Anyway, you guys coming along, Marco?" He asked.

"I wish I could, but I have a lot of work to do." Marco replied with an embarrassed look.

"Boo. You always do work, Marco. What's wrong with having a little fun?" Janna quickly disapproved of it.

"Well, maybe some of us can't go, no matter how much we want to. I mean, you get it, right Jonnah?" Marco turned to Jonnah, looking for support.

"Actually, I'm going to the convention, too." Jonnah answered with a shrug.

Mabel, Terri, Marco, Janna, Marco, and Jackie showed surprised looks as Terri showed concern.

"Uh, are you sure you can go, Jonnah? Your parents aren't home." Jackie asked with a concerned look.

"No, but they can trust me to look after myself. I've done it before, right?" Jonnah replied with a reassured smile. Just then, Jonnah's phone started ringing. It was an alarm that was set for 9:00 PM. Above it, there was a reminder note that said "Time to go home". "And speaking of, I gotta get back home. Don't want to be late, after all."

"Aww, you're gonna leave so soon?" Mabel pouted cutely.

"Yeah, sorry, but we'll hang out more tomorrow, okay?" Jonnah said while patting playfully Mabel's head

"Take care, Jonnah!" Jackie said cheerfully as everyone else bid farewell.

With that, Jonnah took off, headed for the front door. But just then, he inadvertently bumped into someone, making him back up before he automatically tried to apologize.

"Oh, my gosh. I am so sorry about that–"

Before he could finish, he just took notice of the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. She had fair skin and was wearing a pink and blue-green apron/dress that exposed much of her voluptuous breasts, though there were just as many hidden from plain sight. He looked down next to see her beefy legs dressed up in white-green striped knee-high socks, and pink boots with white bunnies on them. Looking back up from her curvaceous behind, which showed a bit of her striped underwear, Jonnah saw the face of the woman he bumped into. She had light blue eyes and long blonde hair that went down to her knees, and her cheeks had light pink hearts on them.

She simply stared at him the way he stared at her. After a moment, Jonnah shook himself out of his trance before he decided to move along, not quite sure what to do about it.

"Uh, again, I'm… sorry." Jonnah spoke while looking away bashfully.

As Jonnah left the house, the blond-haired woman's face began to show a huge blush on her face.

"Oh, I see you have already met Jonnah, Star. Too bad he didn't have time to get to know you better, but I'm sure there'll be another chance. Don't you think so?" Marco asked as he stood beside his friend, only he noticed she remained silent. "Uh… Star?"

Suddenly, a purple heart popped up on her face.

Meanwhile, Jonnah was walking down the street. He knew the exact route to find his house. Jonnah had gone down this street before, so it would be a cakewalk for him, even at night. Jonnah stopped at a lamppost with the crosswalk in front of him before he pushed a button, waiting for the signal to change. The wait was ridiculous considering there was little to no traffic, but it did afford him a moment to himself.

He couldn't stop thinking about the woman he bumped into. She had such a perfect body, he'd swear he was dreaming! Everything from her big orbs of boob-flesh to her curvaceous ass, and even her chunky thighs was crafted so beautifully. A part of him wondered why he couldn't stick around more to get to know her.

"Okay, that wasn't a great first impression. She had such a bombshell of a body, too… I wonder if anyone else knows her." After thinking for another moment, Jonnah put the idea out of his mind. He wanted it to be natural, not to have to find her by stalking her. "Oh, who am I kidding? I'll probably never see her again anyway…"

However, he wasn't quite as alone as he thought. He began to hear giggles from out of nowhere.

"What the…?" Jonnah looked around, puzzled by the strange sounds.

After a moment of silence, Jonnah assumed he must've been hearing things. He shrugged his shoulders before the signal changed up ahead. Jonnah walked down the crosswalk. But the instant he got to the other side of the street, Jonnah heard the giggles again, louder than last time.

He was definitely not hearing things.

Jonnah looked around for any sign of the giggle-maker. But he couldn't find anyone or anything there before another round of giggles came out. Jonnah was starting to freak out, but he told himself it was getting annoying.

"Alright, this isn't funny! Whoever you are, come on out and show yourself!"

As if to answer, the stalker flew just up above him, covering the full moon that shone on him. Jonnah noticed the silhouette and looked behind him to see a strange, butterfly-like girl.

"Has anyone ever told you you're handsome?"

The girl drew closer, her silhouette becoming more and more visible. It turned out that she had purple skin, six arms, large purple butterfly-like wings, and her eyes shaped like glowing hearts. Her long hair was a pale lavender color and twisted into two buns. And not only that; her body was just as much a bombshell as that girl's was, if not more so.

Her breasts were large, but part of her dark purple nipples were showing themselves through the cleavage. And yet, Jonnah couldn't help but feel that she was familiar… It became clear when he saw the clothes. However strained they were, those were the same clothes that girl was wearing!

"I-It's you! That girl from before!" Jonnah exclaimed with a look of disbelief, finding it hard to believe that the cute girl transformed into a butterfly-like creature.

The butterfly girl nodded with a smile "Mm-hmm. And I really want you…" She spoke with a lustful tone in her voice.

Jonnah didn't like the sound of that though, as he was confused, albeit intrigued about that strange young woman with a bombshell body. But as much as he'd like to be near her body, he had a bad feeling she might eat him. Not willing to take that chance, he tried to run away from the butterfly girl, but it didn't seem to matter.

"Okay, I'll play your little 'Hide and Seek' game." She merely giggled before the girl used two of her six hands to cover her eyes and she counted down. "One, two…"

While the girl counted down, Jonnah was running for his life. He didn't care how amazing her body was; he just didn't like the way she was addressing him like he was her prey. He rushed along the sidewalk until he saw a house just on his left. The lights were still on. Jonnah's face lit up with hope as he ran over to the doors. He tried opening it, but the doorknob couldn't turn. It was locked.

"What?! Come on! What kind of idiot would lock the door at a time like—!" Before he could complain any further, Jonnah stopped, and his eyes furrowed down. "Oh, right. It was me…"

Just then, he heard the butterfly girl's voice call out from behind him. It was still far away, but there's no telling how far she could catch up with wings like hers.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

Thrust into a panic, Jonnah dug his hands into his pockets and got out his keys. They were in a keychain to hold them in. One by one, he put each key into the lock, but it couldn't turn the doorknob.

"Come on, already…!" He groaned in frustration, feeling the adrenaline kicking in the moment he felt like the butterfly girl was getting closer to him.

However, Jonnah found just the right key when a clock was made. He gasped with an odd mixture of panic and relief before he immediately opened the door, got inside, and slammed it shut before closing all the locks from inside. Jonnah took the opportunity to catch his breath. However, it couldn't last for long when he heard the butterfly girl's ominous cooing sounds.

"Oh, crap! What am I gonna do now!" Jonnah muttered as he was getting very nervous while trying to not make a noise that would give away his hiding spot.

He looked left and right around the house. For lack of a better option, he found the house phone. He thought about calling his parents and having them come over to help, but before he could even begin to run for it, something unexpected happened. The butterfly girl who chased him was passing through the door like a ghost!

"I found you~" She cooed with her face inching closer to his face, pursing her lips as if she was about to kiss him, or worse.

Jonnah panicked, screaming at the top of his lungs as he fell back with the butterfly girl floating close to him.

"Wait, wait! I'm sure we can work this out! But whatever you do, please do not eat me!" Jonnah begged as he tried to crawl away.

These words only made the butterfly girl stop her movement for a bit before looking at him in confusion.

"Wha? Eat you?" The butterfly girl repeated his words with utter confusion. A moment later, she burst out into laughter, earning a puzzled look from Jonnah. "You're so funny! Why do you think I would wanna do that?"

"Wait. So, you'renot gonna eat me?" Jonnah asked as he stood back up.

"Of course not, why would I ever wanna eat a cutie like you?" The butterfly girl answered with a sweet tone

"Oh… I see." Jonnah was still perplexed, it was a huge relief that it was nothing but a ridiculous assumption he made up, though the fact he felt threatened didn't help. "So why were you chasing me? You really scared me out there!"

"Aw, I'm so sorry. It wasn't my intention to begin with." The butterfly girl said softly as she went closer to him. "But to answer your question, it's kind of a doozy story, I'll tell you that. But I'll go straight to the point. I've been looking for someone I can have sex with."

Jonnah blinked at the beautiful butterfly girl.. "Whoa, wait. This whole time, you were looking for someone to get laid with?!" He asked in disbelief, a heavy blush crept on his face.

"Yup. And who should I meet but… you? Boop."The butterfly girl giggled playfully and booped Jonnah on the nose with her finger. She looked deeply at him with her heart-shaped eyes. "So can you please make love to me? I can't turn back to normal otherwise."

Jonnah stared at her with a stunned look, he couldn't tell if they were supposed to be puppy eyes, but he knew what begging looked like. He still felt uncertain though, everything in his body was telling him to give this butterfly girl the love she wanted. He couldn't help but stare at her bulging breasts and her bubbly ass jiggling as she was floating. Then again, there was a voice in the back of his mind telling him to let it go. And that side was winning out.

"Well… Listen, uh, miss…" He cleared his throat.

"Oh! Where are my manners! My name's Star, nice to meet you, cutie." Star replied with a wink.

"Oh. Well, Star, nice name by the way, I do want to help you, but—" Before Jonnah could finish his refusal, Star jumped up at him and hugged him tightly, wrapping her legs around his waist as her ginormous breasts mushed into his chest. "

"Eeee! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Star exclaimed cheerfully, nuzzling the side of her face against his cheek.

"H-Hey! What are you-" Jonnah couldn't finish his sentence when she placed her lips into his, catching him completely by surprise.

"Mhmmmm~" Star moaned into his mouth as she forcibly made out with him, clashing her tongue into his as she wormed her way around his mouth. As she savored the young man's saliva, she began moving her hips back and forth, grinding her panty-clad womanhood against his crotch.

Jonnah thought about pushing her away from him, but the kiss somehow triggered his carnal instinct as he tried to fight back with his tongue, even though Star already had the upper hand. However, he could feel losing his balance as he stumbled back, so acting quickly he glanced behind him and spotted a couch. Taking the chance, he slumped down on the couch with Star on top of him.

After a brief moment, Star pulled her lips away from his with a thin trail of spit connecting their mouths. "What is your name, handsome?" She asked while looking at him seductively, keeping him pinned down on the couch, even though the young man wasn't resisting anymore.

"J-Jonnah…" The young man responded, still flabbergasted after the unexpected tongue-kiss.

"Jonnah. You don't have to worry. I'm gonna make you feel really good." Star continued with her tongue running over her lips.

"But I wasn't going to—" Before Jonnah could finish, Star made another pouty face.

"Please, please! Let me make you feel good~!" The butterfly girl begged as she grinded her waist against him. She used two of her six arms to clasp his face gently while the others ran slowly over her body.

Jonnah stared into her heart-shaped eyes once again before looking down again at her perfect breasts and her luscious thighs. It would be hard to get used to, but odds are, there wouldn't be anyone else in the world with that body and the desire to go with it. Besides, she'd probably force it on him anyway.

Left with no other option, Jonnah conceded and decided to embrace her body, her love, and his fate.

"You know what? Screw it. I'm all yours." To seal the deal, Jonnah opened his mouth.

Star accepted the offer and kissed him again, but this time more gentle. Their tongues began to mingle against each other, wrapping around like a well-oiled machine. They moaned into each other's mouths as Jonnah tasted her purple tongue. It was nothing like anything he ever tasted. And he wanted more of it…

He moved himself closer to her breasts, getting just in front of them before his hands snaked their way up to her sizable ass. He kneaded it softly, making Star moan louder inside him as he groped it softly. They maintained that position for a few minutes before Star broke up the kiss, leaving another trail of saliva between them before she licked her lips.

"You really like what you see, don't you, Jonnah…?" She asked with a lustful smile.

Jonnah began to hold a smile of his own as he replied. "I think that's pretty obvious." As if to prove it, Jonnah noticed the growth at his pelvis area. His member was lifting itself up and falling down, trying and failing to stretch free.

Star saw the cue and giggled at this. "Don't worry. I know just how to make you feel really good~"

Star backed away from Jonnah before she began to sway her hips back and forth as she made cute moans. Then, she turned her body around to flash her heart-shaped ass right at him, twerking it as she lowered herself forward and moaned louder, doing a motion that made it seem like she was riding him already. Jonnah couldn't help but focus her eyes solely on her, her dance seemed to hypnotize him that his mind was filled with nothing but dirty thoughts about what he would do with her.

"If you want my body, all you have to do is ask…" Star said when he saw his struggle and looked back to him with a smirk, trying to tease him a little bit more.

"S-Star… I… I want…!" Jonnah's lips quivered, with her ass hypnotizing him, it was difficult for him to say the words.

"Hmm? What's that? I can't hear you~" Star teased him more as she lifted herself up, her ass still facing her lover before she raised her hands up and smacked it, causing it to wobble all over. That was all it took before Jonnah finally spoke his lewd mind.

"Fuck! I want your body! I want to fuck your sexy body!" Jonnah finally confessed with his face burning in deep red.

Star bore a big smile on her face as she turned herself around. "There. Was that so hard?"

With that, Star took off her dress, letting it fall to the floor as her very large tits wobbled in two of her hands, both of which held onto the sensitive nipples. Jonnah's mouth went agape at the breathtaking view of her tits. However, while she was ready, Jonnah still couldn't free his cock from his cargo shorts. Star noticed it and let out a giggle as she saw this as child's play.

"Let me just take care of this for you. Boo-oop." She cooed while taking one slow step before lowering down to his crotch.

Star grasped the shorts' zipper and slowly pulled on it, exposing his underwear. But it was no matter; she grasped both the shorts and underwear before pulling them down and granting Jonnah's man-meat its long-awaited freedom. Star gasped with her hands clasping on her cheeks, finding it hard to believe the size of it. It was almost 10 inches, but she knew it was big enough for her. A devilish smile came on her face as her mouth was watering in a very predatory way.

"Alright, Jonnah. Here I go~" Star spoke amorously as she grasped her breasts and parted them before setting herself down on his pelvis.

"Aaah!" Jonnah whipped his head back and gasped when Star smashed them together with his dick in between them, they wobbled hard. He let out a soft moan as he arched back, looking up at the ceiling.

Star was just getting started, as she saw the bulbous glans sticking out of her orbs like a sore thumb. She began moving her bountiful boobs up and down gently, squishing her glorious mounds of heavenly flesh against Jonnah's pelvis. The sensation of his hardness throbbing between her breasts was enough for her to feel her core heating up, as her lower arms reached down between her inner thighs and then started touching herself. At the same time, she was making good use of her other four hands, taking half of them to her heart-shaped ass and fondling them herself while also fingering herself. It was a perfect triple threat.

While she began pumping his meat with her melons, her nose caught up a strong musky scent. Her hearty eyes drifted down to his protruding phallus and noticed the tip was oozing a small dollop of pre-cum. Star grinned widely as she craved for a taste of it. She opened her mouth with her tongue out and placed Jonnah's cock inside it.

"Oh fuck!" Jonnah cried out, feeling his body tense up at the sensation of Star's warm mouth around his member, and her tongue was working its magic quickly.

However, it wasn't just her tongue at work. The butterfly girl was bobbing up and down like a fiend possessed, wobbling her breasts as she lifted them up and put them down. All Jonnah could do was ride this train of pleasure, his hands gripping the couch as he breathed heavily in moans.

For another few minutes, Star feasted on his large penis, until she decided to increase the tempo. Star began to move her breasts up and down before pinching her own nipples while beginning to plunge his cock deeper into her throat.

Jonnah winced as he bit down on his lip, staring at such a near definition of perfect beauty. The longer he looked at her, the more loudly he moaned. His mind went from her breasts, to her ass, and to her pussy. And he was watching her play with them all at once.

Star of course noticed him ogling at her as she could hear him muttering incoherent words, but she seemed to know what he was trying to say.. While it was increasing her libido somehow, she wanted to know what his preference was, popping her mouth off of his dick.

"So tell me, Jonnah. Which part of my body do you want?" Star said seductively as she rubbed her cheek along his length.

"I… I…" Jonnah however seemed to resist her seducement, although he couldn't hide the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling right now.

Star smiled playfully as she decided to push him a little bit more. "Is it my ass? My pussy? Or my tits?" She said before using her hands to spank her rump, pinching her nipples and drawing a lewd sloshing sound of her finger thrusting into her sopping wet cunt.

Star didn't stop from there when she leaned down to his scrotum and then planted her pursed lips against one of his testicles. The strong musky scent reached her nostrils, prompting her to swallow his swollen ball into her mouth and swirl her tongue around it. This made Jonnah moan louder as she was trying to get an answer out of him by sucking his oval organ.

She popped her mouth out of his ball before looking alluringly at the young man. "Well, what is your answer?" She teased before proceeding to lick and lap up the other nut.

"All of it! I want your whole body, Star!" Jonnah shouted in ecstasy.

To prove it, Jonnah leaned forward before placing one hand on top of her head while grasping his shaft with the other, he then thrust his prick back into her mouth before forcing her head down further on his delicious dick. She almost gagged at this, but his roughness was turning her on more and more. Jonnah was in full sex beast mode, now and he wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied. Little did he know that it was sooner than he thought. With one last thrust, Jonnah sprayed his cum deep inside Star's throat with the amount comparable to that of a fire hose, some of them even seeped out of her sealed lips..

Even so, Star swallowed his large loads of cum as she found her own release, spraying her pussy juices all over Jonnah and the couch. After a minute of their sexual pressure having found their release, Star popped her mouth off of his penis and breathed heavily with an open-mouthed smile full of cum before she closed her mouth and swallowed it.

"See? All you had to do was ask." Star spoke softly while licking the remaining cum off her lips.

Jonnah smiled softly, only briefly after noticing Star was still in her butterfly state. "Uh, why didn't it work? Shouldn't you be back to normal by now?" He asked out of curiosity.

Star only chuckled softly as she stood up. "Oh, we're not done yet, Jonnah. I still want to play with your body just a little more…" She said with a provoking pose.

Instead of showing concern and fear, Jonnah formed a smile of lust for himself. He knew from that very moment that her perfect body was his to make love to. And by thunder, he was going to enjoy every last bit of it.

"Whatever you want, Star. I'm all yours…" He responded with full confidence as his hand caressed slowly along her child-bearing hip, before giving one of her supple butt-cheeks a squeeze.

The answer was more than enough for Star to feel excited, as one her hands didn't stop digging inside her folds. "Why don't you start by taking off the clothes, darling~?" Star giggled lasciviously while taking a step back.

More than happy to comply, Jonnah stood up and started undressing himself, starting by pulling down his shorts, taking off the vest and finally pulled the shirt over his head. While he couldn't help but shiver when he was feeling cold, he at least gave Star a good impression as he noticed he eyes roaming lecherously all over his well-built framed, naked body.

Feeling unable to resist much longer, Star approached the young man slowly with a sway of her hips and placed her hands on his shoulder.

"I think it's now your turn to have a taste of my pussy~" Star cooed with her bright heart-shaped eyes fixated on him, a horny grin etched on her face. She pushed him gently back on the couch.

Jonnah held his breath when Star stood over his lap, giving him a closer view of the dark purple slit with limpid gleam that was her manhood utterly soaked in her juices. An alluring scent wafted to his nose and seemingly put an effect on him as he watched more of her fluids flowing out of her burning sex and down her inner thighs.

"Don't be shy, sweetie~ Go ahead and eat me out~" The butterfly girl teased, although almost begging as she thrust her hips slightly forward that her puffy labia almost touched Jonnah's lips, only to drive them back to repeat the same motion. With her upper arms folding behind her head, she gyrated her hips in a slow circle in a provocative dance.

Clearly Jonnah couldn't take any more of her games anymore, so he grabbed her plump thighs in his hands and then shoved his face into her crotch, clamping his mouth over her wet snatch and began sucking voraciously on it!

Star whipped her head back and let out a loud moan the moment she felt his tongue snaking as far as he could into her warm tunnel. "Ooohhhhhh! Yes! Hhaah! That's it! Eat my naughty wet pussy and drink my juices! They're all yours!" She said without a shred of decency, placing her lower hands on top of his head as she bucked her hips gently into Jonnah's face.

Jonnah let out a hum of compliance followed by a moan, he twirled his appendage around the depths of the inner walls whilst slurping all the juices before they would spill it to the floor. Shortly after the flavor set on his taste buds, Jonnah was utterly surprised when her pussy fluids had the most sweet taste he ever savored, almost like a honey. While he wasn't sure if that's really how they tasted, he shook that thought off and continued drinking more of her delectable nectar.

With his hands groping around her plump buttocks, he began fondling them like he was kneading two big balls of pastry dough, squeezing them in his hands as his fingers sank deeply into her soft supple flesh.

"Aaahhh! You really love groping my ass, don't you?" Star continued to utter more dirty words as she shook her backside so Jonnah could feel them jiggling like jelly. Suddenly, she just got such a lewd idea that she let out a mischievous giggle. She used her other set of hands to tap his arms, telling him to let go of her.

Jonnah looked especially confused as he pulled herself away from her, a trail of saliva and juices stretched between his mouth and her wet lips. But her reason became more clear when she turned around and twerked her wobbly ass in front of him.

"Well, then, why don't you just enjoy the view~?" Star cooed before she suddenly jumped backwards, slamming her bottom right onto him and onto the couch!

"Mmmfff! Mmhmmm…!"Jonnah let out a muffled yelp of surprise with his face smothered as he tasted her snatch again. Jonnah ended up moaning louder into her than before as he stared at the twin valley of ass-cheeks sitting on top of him. Star began to move her ass left and right, squeezing him in-between her bottom as he licked her plump pussy unrelentlessly. Star let out a loud hum of carnal satisfaction from her mouth as she felt him dig his tongue deeper inside her.

"Oh, yeah… it feels so much better with you under my ass, darling~" Star laughed with a salacious grin as she bounced her voluptuous rump all over his face.

Jonnah couldn't agree more, he was in so much bliss that he ended up slapping one of her buttcheeks. It turned him on so much to see it wobbling this close to him. Little did he know that as Jonnah enjoyed it, he felt the blood pumping in his man-meat that caught Star's attention as she eyed his throbbing manhood with such hunger that she found herself unable to resist it.

"Mmmm… I bet it'll feel even better if I do this~" Star said before leaning down closer to it, pursing her lips around the mushroom tip of his manhood.

Jonnah almost jumped in his seat before pulling himself away from her womanhood and gasped. But as he was recovering his breath, he suddenly felt the walls of her gullet wrapping around his shaft as Star was pushing herself down on his pelvis. Swallowing inch after inch of his cock, with her cheeks bulging out as she started bobbing her head up and down. She was even going so far as to stroke his balls with her hands.

"Aaahh! Oh fuck! Mmppff! Mmmhmm!" Jonnah was losing his composure in the excitement to the point he shoved his face back into her cooch and rubbed his head between her pudgy glutes. With his arms holding around her waist, he continued thrusting his tongue deeper into her sacred garden as he moaned profusely like a wild animal in heat.

"Mmmmhhhmmmmm! Gulk! Hrgk! Mmmhmm!" Star mewled and gagged on his mighty steed as she kept deep-throating him and swirling her tongue all over the length. However, she could tell from the growth of his balls in her hands that he was going to reach his climax any minute now. But as much as she would want to taste his cum in her throat again, Star came up with another idea.

With that, Star lifted her ass off of Jonnah, leaving him with his mouth open, lost in the taste of her unlimited flood of fluids until he came to his senses again. She slowly turned around and before Jonnah realized it, she crawled over him and straddled around his waist while holding him closer to her, pressing her mountainous globes into his chest.

"S-Star, are we really gonna do this? I mean… if you're not sure about it, we can just stop from there…" Jonnah said between hard gasps. Even though the overwhelming lust wouldn't let him waste this big opportunity, he gathered what was left of his conscience to make that question

"Oh Jonnah… Who could've thought you care so much about how I feel…" Star replied softly as she caressed his cheek. "Of course I want this, so bad. I know you want this too. In fact, I can feel your cock getting harder like crazy~" She said with a hot moan, turning over her shoulder to gaze at herself rubbing her slick folds along his meaty rod, fully coating it with her womanly fluids.

"But wait, I don't have any condoms, and I don't wanna get you pregnant!" Jonnah voiced his concern.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that."

Star leaned herself back a bit and suddenly a faint flash of light was seen from one of her hands before some sort of wand with a golden star and a pair of wings popped out of nowhere. Jonnah didn't have the time to ask where she got that when the butterfly girl aimed the wand to her lower belly and a beam of light came out of the golden star and warped over the spot.

When the light had gone out, Jonnah noticed some sort of strange tattoo with the shape of a heart. He looked up at Star in confusion, silently demanding for an answer.

"It's okay, I just created a magic seal that will keep me from getting pregnant." Star responded before leaning closer to him with a lustful look on her face, her eyes even glowed in the dark. "That means you can cum inside me as many times as you want~"

She then raised her haunches up, mushing her impossibly firm breast further into his chest, as one of her hands grasped Jonnah's throbbing rod and lined it up directly to her entrance, she lowered herself slowly until the phallus touched the dripping gash. Star uttered a moan as two of her hands dug on his shoulders, as she kept teasing Jonnah's rod with her wet folds, eliciting a moan from the young man who was unable to resist that temptation.

"So… any more objections, darling?" Star asked with lust in her voice as she moved her hips around to tease the bulbous tip. It was practically begging for the privilege to explore the walls inside her purple pussy.

The alarming rate of pleasure creeping up from the waist down was overwhelming enough to make him embrace the faith. "F-Fuck! Do it! Just hurry up!" Jonnah shouted, having lost the argument and his mind to the overflow of euphoria from Star's pussy rubbing him mercilessly.

The butterfly girl grinned at him, having heard exactly what she wanted from her lover.

"As you wish, darling~" Star said before she sank her hips right onto his pelvis and swallowed his manhood whole like an anaconda! She screamed aloud to the ceiling, as she felt her inner walls merging with his manly organ.

"Aaahhh! S-Star, you're so fucking tight down there!" Jonnah groaned through his teeth, for a moment he felt his mind almost went blank to have this kind of experience for the very first time. Little did he know that Star just sprayed her nectar all over his groin, meaning she reached another orgasm the moment she impaled herself with his man-meat.

"Ooohh, Jonnah! This has to be the happiest moment of my life, to have your big cock inside me!" Star exclaimed as she threw her arms around his neck before pecking on his lips. She stared at him with her tongue sticking out playfully. "Hope you're prepared, darling. We're just getting started~"

Star then slowly bounced herself up and down onto his pipe with her half-moons clapping against his lap. Her face contorted with pleasure as she drew out more heated moans, shaking her hips to feel the girth grating against her tightening walls as they're stretching and taking the shape of his full mast.

The unrestrained groans ripped through his throat as Jonnah felt her pussy walls clenching around his rod as they were pulling him back in every time she was taking his manhood in and out of her warm, wet snatch. As he savored his loss of virginity, Jonnah was caressing Star's luscious thighs before sliding his hands down to her buttocks and fondling them to feel her gelatinous flesh jiggling in his hands.

"Aaahhh, yes! Ooohh! Your cock perfectly fits in my pussy! Hhaah… Aahh! Come on, don't be shy and plow me!" Star cried out between moans of ecstasy.

Feeling more than thrilled at her request, Jonnah bucked up his hips to meet her thrusts as her dumplings clapped loudly against his thighs. At this point, he was done holding himself back. Everything in his body was absolutely committed to release himself inside her region's sanctuary. In turn, the both of them were driven more wild with sex than before.

The euphoria of it all has clouded their minds to focus on nothing else but the sound of his shaft slamming into the walls of her noof. The constant rhythm of their organs smacking each other was slowly but surely edging them both to increase their own tempo. As it happened, their innate desire to breed dulled them to the sweat they were giving off in the process. Star was bouncing the sweat off of her voluptuous busts and right onto Jonnah's body.

Jonnah looked up to see her chest practically flashing right at him, as if they were hypnotizing him. Star took notice of his stare and grinned salaciously. "Oh, you really like my tits, don'tcha? I'll let you have a taste~" She cooed and brought her pointy dark purple nipples close to his mouth.

Jonnah didn't hesitate to open his mouth and let one of her large nipples get in and started to suckle on it. Star mewled like a kitten as Jonnah licked at her massive purple teat, even his tongue began to caress all over the dusty areola and the nub at the same time.

Suddenly, he felt the pebble spasming around his mouth, and before he knew it, rope after rope of sweet milk gushed out in his mouth and drank it out of instinct. While at first he was taken aback by this revelation, he found himself captivated by the taste that was so much better than he thought it would be. In itself, it was as though he was drinking the elixir of life! Jonnah couldn't contain his moans as he drew the areola as deep in his mouth as he could, tempting it to release more of its milk down his throat.

Then, Jonnah reached one of his hands off her rear to the other bosom to occupy it, groping it and squeezing the large orb. Star felt the touch of his tongue and his hand simultaneously, making her squeal before slamming herself on Jonnah's thick rod. He began to succumb to the sensation and moaned deep into Star's mammalia.

"Ooohhh, fuck yes! Uuuhhh! Fuck me harder and drink all my precious milk!" Star screamed like an authentic slut, as she started gyrating her hips around to feel his cock churning her insides. Some of her hands grasped and ruffled his hair while the other pair were groping her own breasts.

Jonnah released the spasming nipple with a pop and gulped down some of the milk left in his mouth. He noticed more milk was spurting out of her other tit, Jonnah opened his mouth and captured the neglected nipple with his lips, continuing drinking her exquisite mammary liquid like a newborn dying of thirst.

Feeling his carnal energy pumping through his veins, Jonnah raised his arms and circled around her hopping waist. Once she got her steady in his grip, he thrusted his pelvis upwards and slammed himself into her plunges, driving his cock further into the depths of her pussy as he kept sucking on her teat.

At that point, Star could feel her mind getting numb as she was losing herself in the blissful trance. Her moans have become louder that echoed across the living room, along the lewd wet sounds of their skin slapping against each other while Jonnah's cock smashed in and out of her plundered cunt. She pulled him closer to her like her life depended on it and grinded against his pelvis harder and harder with every passing second.

Jonnah pulled his head back whilst sucking on the helpless tit harder like a vacuum, until he released it from his grueling mouth "Hhaaahh! S-Star, I'm really gonna come right now!" He cried out breathlessly with his balls clenching, signifying his impending climax.

"Yes! Yes! Do it! Cum inside me! I want all of your milk inside me!" Star exclaimed while the milk still leaked out of her breasts. Her hands cupped on the sides of his face before she pressed her lips against his for another kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth once more in a frenzy of bliss.

For what seemed like a good minute, there was no change to it until suddenly Jonnah's trusty steed penetrated the cervix and reached its way into the womb! Star moaned loud into his mouth like an animal in heat as she felt the bulbous tip touching the very top of her temple. At the precise moment, Jonnah unleashed his new load spunk, spurt after spurt inside her inner sanctum.

"Yyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss!" Star broke away the kiss and screamed to the ceiling that could be heard all over the house. Her body spasmed violently while Jonnah's potent seed filled up her womb to the brim. However, Star couldn't contain the large amount of his spunk that some of it was forced to spurt out of her crammed hole and spilled all over his crotch.

After a long while before the body-rendering orgasm has calmed down, Jonnah let out a blissful sigh as his almost flaccid cum-coated dick slipped out of her messy, dripping pussy. Breathing in and out amid his post-coitus, he cracked his eyes open to see her tits were still lactating. He looked up to her face to witness the silly-fucked expression she's wearing, some people might find it shameful, but for him, he loved every single detail of her.

"Hhhaaah… Amazing, you let it out so much inside me~" Star said while looking adoringly at Jonnah, before reaching down and kissed his lips once more. "But that's still not enough for me, I want you to give me more~" She continued with a sultry tone.

"What?!" Jonnah gasped in disbelief, just how much it would take to fulfill her needs? "H-Hang on a sec, I don't think I have anything left!"

"Don't fret, darling. You just need to drink some of my milk a little more~" Star replied before she got off him. Then, she cupped her breasts and brought her leaking tit to him. When Jonnah looked at her dumbfoundedly, she explained. "My milk has a special trait that can help you recover your stamina. When you drink it more, you'll be good as new."

"Is… Is that possible?" Jonnah questioned, still doubting the logic behind it.

"Why don't you find out~?" Star said before bringing her nippled into his mouth.

Knowing there was no point to argue, Jonnah gave in and started sucking the milk out of her, drawing some cute moans from the butterfly girl as she caressed his hair and encouraged him to drink more. At first it seemed like nothing was happening, but suddenly, he felt a rush of energy flowing through his veins. The next thing he knew, he could feel his dick twitching before standing erected like it was from the beginning!

Jonnah couldn't believe it, but Star's breast milk really did the wonders.

"There you go, good as new!" Star said in excitement as she rubbed his thick hard cock. She turned to him with a seductive gaze. "Shall we continue right here? Or do you have another place in mind?"

Jonnah blinked a couple of times, but once he roamed his eyes over her lewd body glistened with sweat, he was more than determined to go on. "My room." He said before standing off the couch.

Jonnah held out his hand out to Star, making her gasp softly, probably because she didn't expect his polite gesture. "I can lead the way for you." Jonnah said with a sexy undertone in his voice.

"You're such a gentleman, aren't you~" Star giggled at his offer as she held her hand onto his. From there, Star hovered herself a few inches off the ground, her wings flapping in the air as Jonnah led her up the stairs. But little did he know that Star was getting as excitable as ever.

Star was practically tempted to hump herself all over him right then and there. She anxiously rubbed her legs together with a soft whimper. Jonnah wasn't sure how he should feel about it, but he could tell that Star was really in the mood to make love to him. "You doing okay, Star?" Jonnah asked, wanting to be certain it was the case.

As an answer, Star began to hold her first set of hands up to his shoulders, squeezing them softly. Jonnah couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his mouth. "Ohhhhh…"

The massage felt so amazing, Jonnah almost stopped in the middle of his walk. But despite the uprise in pleasurable sensations that Star's massage granted him, Jonnah still wanted to do his business with her in his room. However, it came much to the slight irritation of the Butterfly girl. She gave him a small frown before she added more to the passionate fire kindling within him.

Star put up her second set of hands on him, rubbing them all over his torso slowly before Jonnah began to figure out what her plan was. She must be trying to stimulate him into fucking her all over again. She must be really anxious. Jonnah wouldn't complain against it, not with how well she was doing at making him feel good, but he still kept going for his room, holding onto her hand.

"C-Come on, Star…" Jonnah moaned as his pacing began to slow, his resistance falling little by little. However, much to Star's libidinous dismay, Jonnah still didn't cave in.

Star ended up flying in front of him, puzzling the young man before she released her two sets of arms and used her third set to stroke his glorious bulging prick. Jonnah couldn't keep himself from letting his moans be heard by the Butterfly Girl.

"Oh, ffffuuuuuuuccckk…" Star giggled, happy to hear her lover's dirty mouth hum to her its salacious melody. Star seemed to have gotten him completely under her spell. She even began to caress her own body, using one set of her free arms to roam across her two melons that even now continued to lactate and the other to rub on her two gargantuan peach cheeks, smushing them together before spreading them apart in a slow and sensual manner.

"Come on, darling… I can't wait anymore~" Star said as she showed off her sweaty, purple, and large body to him. But even as his mind was overcome with the thought of pounding himself senseless into her again and again, he knew there'd be plenty of time for that once they got to his room. And speaking of, his eyes diverted just a few inches to see the door that was left open just behind her. Jonnah grinned like a cheshire cat, seeing that it was fortunate that he didn't have to hold back long after all.

"Frankly, my dear… I don't give a fuck." Jonnah said with a charming accent, and a lewd grin to go with it. He pressed his body against hers, making her squeal excitedly as he pushed her into the bedroom door and closed it with his foot, just as he kissed Star on the lips and slid his tongue deep into her mouth. Star giggled with an excess of sexual desire inside Jonnah's mouth as their tongues wrapped around each other like wrapping paper on a Christmas present. Then, Star let herself fall flat on her back at Jonnah's bed, her wings spread out and her arms holding onto his finely toned body. The real fun was about to begin…

Jonnah finally let himself go, heeding his body's instinct to breed Star senseless. Breaking away the kiss for a moment, he lined up his manhood directly towards the entrance, before thrusting himself into her pussy. Star screeched in euphoria as Jonnah felt her walls adjusting his girth without any resistance, no doubt meaning her sacred garden already memorized the shape of his member. He proceeded to smack Star's pudgy ass with his balls repeatedly as his wang forced its way into her womb. Each and every time he did, Star let out a loud yelp of pleasure, practically hooting it out as if her button was pressed rapidly.

"OH, FUCK YES! FUCK ME SO HARD! FUCK THIS SLUTTY WHORE OF A PRINCESS!" Star shouted, having found herself in utter sexual paradise as her temple was breached several times over per second. And as he fucked her like a wild beast, Star's jugs ended up flinging the still-lactating milk all over the place and some even splattered to his face! She couldn't even believe how much stamina her milk gave her lover. But she didn't seem to care about it with how much fun she was having with this.

Star stuck her tongue out, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she pulled Jonnah's body closer to hers, smushing her chest all over him along with the milk that was left over. Due to their enormous size, the milk that continued to spurt out of her yogurt-dripped teats were smeared all over Jonnah, practically bathing him in it. Jonnah welcomed the bath with open arms and a hungry cock as he began to fondle her still-lactating bosoms. Then, Jonnah took his lips off of Star's, only to push her bosom together with her oversized nipples planting together and suck on both together, drinking more and more of her stamina-fueling essence.

With Jonnah operating in overdrive, Star moaned out loud with a chuckle of sexual insanity as she felt Jonnah ramming into her muff's inner sanctum at a speed she can't even keep track of anymore.

"OH, YES! FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT! FILL MY WOMB WITH YOUR DIRTY SEED!" Star shouted at the top of her lungs in utter venereal rapture. From then on, Star's mind completely broke, focused on nothing more than the pounding of her snatch and the flooding of her sacred temple. But as the two dove faster and faster into the bottomless pit of lust, Star's hearts on her cheeks began to glow bright blue.

Neither one of them seemed to notice the glow as they were too lost in their carnal feast. Star was panting her breath more and more harshly as Jonnah continued to feast on her tits and ram her pussy like nobody's business. Star was getting a little bit more tired than he was. Granted it wasn't by much, but she was slowing down a little compared to her partner.

"O-Oh, god…! I… I think I-I'm gonna cum, darling~!" Star was barely able to get those words out as Jonnah ravished her pussy like a sex-obsessed maniac. However, his balls began to clench as they smacked her ass-cheeks and wobbled them.

Jonnah popped his mouth off of her spasming nipples and plunged his appendage back into her mouth, as she wrapped her legs around the back of his neck. The two of them shared a deep kiss as they continued meshing their lower regions together. But there was a time limit, and her Star's marks showed that there wasn't much of it left.

Even so, they continued to make senseless, beautiful love with each other for whatever remained of it. A few moments later, Star's cheeks glowed brightly and Jonnah's balls shrunk as they both found their release and released a vast amount of cum inside the Butterfly Girl's vulva. Due to the lack of space, it ended up spilling out of Star's snatch and smeared itself all over his dick as the bright glow overcame Star's entire body, and the whole room glowed brightly, as if some unknown ritual was completed from inside. When the light died down, Star and Jonnah were laying on top of the blanket, each taking their long-overdue rest.

Jonnah tried to catch his breath as he pushed his arms up to lift his upper body and looked down to see Star. To his surprise however, she no longer had the purple skin, her ashen hair, her six arms and neither her glowing heart-shaped eyes. She's back as a beautiful blond young woman he met back at the party. While her body's proportion has shrunk more or less, she still has a flawless figure.

Carefully pulling the sheets, Jonnah laid down next to her before covering themselves, as he took a moment to glance at the beautiful young woman who just fell asleep peacefully. He couldn't help but find it cute, despite having her body covered with sweat. As much as he wanted to talk to her, he also felt too tired to think about it.

Once he rested his head against the pillow, his eyes grew heavy before shutting them close and then drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Jonnah let out a groan as he felt the light hitting his eyes, forcing him to open them and was momentarily blind until his sight was clear. The curtains weren't covering the window which allowed the sunlight of the dawn shine through.

The first thought coming to his mind was to get up and take a shower. But when he tried to crane forward, he couldn't move his left side before feeling like something or someone was pinning him down. He looked over and to his shock it was the bubbly young woman clutching against him in her sleep.

Now he realized everything that happened last night wasn't a dream after all.

Fortunately, he had no reason to panic since his parents are on their honeymoon, otherwise one of them would come to his room at the very bad moment. Even so, this was something he can't just overlook, he still had many questions lingering in his mind and he wanted to get to the bottom of this.

"Hey, wake up, sleepy beauty." Jonnah said as he patted gently on Star's cheek.

Star groaned before she started waking up and cracked her eyes open. "Not now, Marco. Just five more minutes…" She said groggily and tried to sleep again.

"I'm not, Marco…" Jonnah said bluntly.

His answer made Star shoot her eyes wide open before she sprung up and stared face to face at Jonnah. Before he could speak to her, she yelped and fell off the bed before standing up to her feet.

"W-What are you?! What are you doing in my room?!" She accused him with her finger, but before going further, Star looked down to realize she was fully naked. "Aaaahhh! And why am I naked?!" She screamed and tried to cover herself.

"Don't you remember? We just met at the party last night, and when I was on my way home, you stalked me and something happened to you." Jonnah replied as he remained in the bed, covering his lower body with the bedsheet.

"Wait…" Star frowned in deep thought as she started to recall the details he just mentioned.

At that moment, all the memories of the past night flooded through his head. "Oh no… You mean… you and I…"

"Yeah… we really did it." Jonnah replied, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

Star covered her mouth in disbelief when she finally remembered everything. "Oh no… What have I done? Did-Did I really force you into this? Stupid, stupid! I should have controlled myself! How can I do such a thing?!" She started loathing herself with tears threatening to spill in her eyes.

"Star! It's okay, it's not your fault!" Jonnah intervened as he got up from the bed, standing closer to her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"But… I did something terrible. I scared you and forced you to have sex with me against your will…" Star continued in shame, averting his gaze as she was too afraid to meet his eyes.

"I know, maybe that wasn't you back then, but… for what it's worth, that was the best thing that ever happened to me." Jonnah responded sincerely with his face flushing.

"R-Really?" Star finally looked at him in surprise.

"Hell yeah, sure, I still think things could have gone differently, but… it's also my fault that I couldn't speak to you when I bumped into you. If I stayed there a little bit more, I would have found out what was happening to you." He continued with a sigh, feeling like somehow this was his fault.

"Oh, don't blame yourself! It was just… a phase that usually happens when I feel very… excited." Star said meekly, the first word she came up with was "horny", something that she learned not too long ago.

"You don't say…" Jonnah replied with an unamused tone, before shaking his head. "The point is, I'm glad to see you're back to normal and… I would love to do this again sometime."

"Y-You would?" Star stammered as her face suddenly turned red.

"Yes! B-But I would like to get to know you better, I don't wanna be attracted to you only because of your body." Jonnah almost felt ashamed for being sincere with his carnal desires, but he meant every single word he just said.

Star stared at him, clearly stunned by his confession that actually helped her to stop shedding her tears. And then, a beaming smile spread across her face before she lunged at him and hugged him.

"Oh, Jonnah! You're so kind! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Star exclaimed as she nuzzled into his chest.

Jonnah smiled as he returned the hug, although he could feel the arousal boiling inside him for feeling her bodacious naked form against him, but he tried to not think about it too much. "So… Your name is Star, right? Who exactly are you?"

Star broke the hug and stepped back, twirling around cheerfully that her assets jiggled around. "I'm a magical Princess from another dimension!" She introduced herself with a cute pose followed by a wink, kinda like out of a magical girl anime.

Johann blinked a few times as he tried to cope, he would have reasons to believe she was just messing with him, but after everything that happened last night, it was enough to convince him she was telling the truth.

"Well, that's… interesting." Jonnah said with a huff as he combed his hair back with his fingers. "So I guess you're now my magical girlfriend, isn't it?" He asked with a forced chuckle, still not convinced if their passionate night meant something.

"Well, I think that's pretty obvious, darling~" Star's tone suddenly became seductive as she stepped forward and trailed her finger across his chest, making him shiver. "You know, I should give you my gratitude for helping me revert my Mewni phase, and I think I know what you want." She giggled before looking over his hardened dick twitching in excitement.

Jonnah gulped before he decided to sit down on his bed and let Star return the favor.

"Haahh… You have such an amazing cock~" The magical princess said as she squatted down in front of his crotch and then started to lick all over his shaft. "Mmmmm… It tastes so good too!"

"Nngh! Yeah, that's it… I love it when you do it slowly…" Jonnah groaned in pleasure as he placed his hand on top of her head. Their moment would be ruined however when his cellphone on the nightstand began ringing. "Ugh, are you kidding me?"

He reached out to pick up his phone, yet he remained on his seat as Star continued slurping his manhood, seemingly unfazed by the ringtone. He pressed the dial button to respond to the call.

"Hello?" Jonnah restrained a grunt when Star began to suckle on one of his balls.

"Jonnah, it's Jackie. I'm sorry this is too early but we need your help. Marco's friend has gone missing and we're trying to find her, can you help us?"

Jonnah looked down at the princess, who just stared back at him with a cute, albeit lewd expression as she kept treating his testes. It didn't take too long for him to tie the knots, though it still seemed surreal that this timing could be very convenient.

"Maybe you should come over to my house, I think I found her…" After hanging up the phone, he brought Star back to the bed and continued fulfilling his duty as a new man.

To be continued…

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