#watching him dance is! watching him smile is! the little nose scrunch with stars in his eyes!!

[celtic-crossbow]

Blood Ties Chapter 23

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; a tad bit of angst; smidge of illness; all the pregnancy woes in the world; some suggestive dialogue A/N: There's some serious fluff in this. I tried so hard to keep Daryl in character while having him offer all he could to a person doing something precious for him. I hope I succeeded. The explanation of midnight blue is a little bit of self indulgence. It's my own favorite color and the reason why. I know I skipped the nursing home scene but I took the liberty of adding into the timeline somewhere as a mention.

The events of the day before had ended in the most amusing way, with you nearly inviting Carol in before getting dressed.

“She knows what tits and a vagina look like, Daryl.”

“She don’t know what my dick looks like, Y/N!”

“Touche, sir.”

All ended well and Carol saw no genitalia that fine day.

You had officially worn one another out. After the Tylenol and Carol’s snickers and knowing smiles, you and Daryl fell onto the pillows and slept until the next morning. The fever remained, albeit burning less and less hot each time the old man would look him over. His lungs were sounding better. Hershel removed the IV when the archer proved he could keep up with hydrating and promised to take it easy. Of course, he would. He had you as his warden. 

The next evening, after a bowl of hearty stew with the venison you had brought back,—two bowls for Daryl—you laid in bed. He wasn’t complaining, for once, and actually seemed to be close to falling asleep. It had been a relief to watch him eat well, even if he did try to share the second bowl. You were feeling a little nauseated, sharing that knowledge honestly when you turned down his offering. Your condition had definitely improved, the severity of the occurrences much less concerning. Things were actually okay. 

“Daryl?” You licked your suddenly dry lips but continued drawing patterns on his bare chest from your spot against his side with his arm wrapped around you. He hummed, his usual reply, eyes remaining closed while his thumb swept back and forth over your ribs. When you didn’t answer right away, he pulled you a little closer. It was unclear if it was intentional or not.

“What?” He cleared his throat, his voice still gravelly. 

“Can we—I’d like to know more about you.” Your timid request must have snagged his attention because he was shifting your bodies to lie face to face, one hand below his cheek and the other rubbing small circles just over where the baby had finally stopped tap dancing. He was giving you that look, the squinted eyes that scrutinized someone for any indication of dishonesty or hidden agenda. He should know you better than that by now, but you remained quiet.

“Whaddaya wanna know?” He finally queried, his hand going still but remaining where it was.

“Anything. Everything.” You shrugged your available shoulder. “If we’re gonna do this—be an us—then we need to know one another, don’t you think?” He started tapping a finger against your abdomen.

“S’your favorite color?”

You huffed a laugh through your nose, scrunching it with a smile. “Midnight blue. What’s yours?” He pulled a face, curiosity shining through.

“Why midnight?” He asked with a sniff, shuffling around a bit on the pillow.

“Because even though I know it isn’t, I like to think that’s the color of the night sky. Not black, but dark blue and full stars. Black is nothing, it’s lonely, but to think of it as blue. It’s a little more comforting.” The archer gave you a thoughtful look, the corner of his mouth ticking upward so minutely that anyone else would have missed it. Not you. “Now, what’s yours?”

He mimicked your earlier shrug. “Dunno. Don’t really got one, I guess.” Your silence beckoned him to explain. After moving his hand from below his cheek to chew on the side of his thumb, he eventually elaborated. “Grew up learnin’ to ‘preciate all’a ‘em. House was—it was always dark, ‘specially after mama died. When my old man—I spent a lot’a time outside. Noticed things. Blue sky’d turn a bit purple before it’d snow, even if it was just a lil’. Grass—it’d be green but have those brown pieces where I’d walk all’a the time. Creek looked muddy unless ya stood in it. Then ya’d see the bottom an’ how the water’d catch the light. Sometimes it’d be blue, sometimes kinda green. Just depended on the day.” His gaze had dropped away from you at some point, focused on the miniscule area of bed sheets between your bodies.

You were glad for it because your eyes had started to fill and shine. You were granted the opportunity to blink back the tears before he looked up. Daryl was so much more than anyone had given him credit for, than anyone had been willing to learn. Carol had told you a story about an exchange with Andrea, when she had taken a jab at what she thought was his limited vocabulary.

“Get a dictionary. Look it up. Observant.”

“D’ya like dogs or cats?” He asked so suddenly that you nearly flinched, realizing that you had just been staring at some point past his head for an undetermined amount of time. There was no way he hadn’t noticed.

“I like both, but I’m a dog person.” You frowned. Having a dog would probably be something your child would never get to experience. “You?”

“Dogs. Cats ain’t trustworthy.” It was such an amusing thing to say with such a straight face. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Wait, I need to hear this.” You caught him staring at your lips, maybe watching you laugh or maybe he wanted to kiss you. Both? You pretended not to notice. 

“Dogs’re smart but cats’re calculated. Make ya think they’re all innocent when they ain’t. Always up to somethin’.”

“What I’m hearing is that you’re afraid of cats.” You smirked, absently reaching to run your fingers through his hair. Daryl made a disgruntled sound and shook his head to stave off your attempts.

“Ain’t afraid’a ‘em. Just don’t trust ‘em.”

“Right.” You nodded, face falling into feigned seriousness before it became real, your next question burning inside your chest, just below the fear you’d need to surpass to ask. He was likely to shut down the session, maybe even close off completely. You could always hope he’d begun to trust you enough to open up, even if only a little, but the prospect suddenly seemed so far away. “Daryl.”

“Ask.” He was looking right into your eyes with a hint of determination you’d seen before when the circumstances were different, dire even. Was that how he saw this? A dire situation that could result in you being gone in some way?

“Who—what happened?” You let a single fingertip press gently against the deepest scar on his chest, your eyes lingering on it for but a moment before you contradicted his intensity with tenderness. Not pity, but a gentle curiosity. A request to allow you to understand.

“My dad—he was never a good man.” He swallowed hard. “Got worse after mama died. She drank. Fell asleep with a smoke, burned up in our house.” His fingers were plucking at the small space between you, a fine tremor in his hand. He pulled it out of your reach when you reached for it. “Didn’t know what to do with us, I guess. Me an’ Merle—my brother.” The brother that Rick had left behind in Atlanta, the brother who was likely dead. Yet another relative your baby would never know. “Merle tried to—he’d take the beatin’ when he could, did his best. Booked it outta there when he couldn't take it no more. Joined the army.” His eyes were wet, but he sniffed and cleared his throat. “Wasn't nothin’ standin’ between me an’ the old man then—between me an’ the belt. The cigarettes.” He fell silent, clearly finished with talking about his parents.

“Tell me about Merle?” You ventured, shot down with a shake of his head against the pillow.

“Ain’t your turn.” He sniffed again. “Your mama—tell me ‘bout your mama.” It wasn’t exactly a question, more of a soft demand; an it’s only fair. You didn’t mind. You’d accepted her abandonment long ago. You had been content with the amazing father with whom you were gifted.

“She booked it. We didn’t have a lot of money, and she never really wanted me in the first place. Tucked tail and ran the first chance she got.” You shrugged, unbothered beyond the twinge of guilt you felt for being so okay with the hand you had been dealt while Daryl struggled to even think about his past. “I didn’t even miss her. I mean, it sucked at first. I always felt bad, watching daddy struggle. So, I learned to help and that was that.”

He was so obviously jealous, yet another emotion that he didn't know how to process. You saw the anger flare before he doused it, returning to a solemn state of silence. He was awaiting your question, wherein you found a dilemma. Did you push through the conversation about his family? Or did you switch to something else, give him a break? 

“Thank you for trusting me.” When you reached for him then, he didn’t pull away. His mask cracked and a few pieces fell away, but he held the rest steady. “That’s enough for now, okay? If you have more questions, I’ll answer them. Gladly. But you’ve shared enough, okay?” When he studied you, you didn’t let him proceed with his usual scrutiny. “It’s fine, Daryl. We can talk more when—if—you ever want to again. You don’t need to tell me anything else.”

He accepted the out with a long exhale and a nod, his gaze falling away. You embraced the silence and its discomfort, just touching him while he was in a place to allow it. You stroked his cheek, the stubble thicker than usual with his confinement to the bed. You smoothed his hair, scratched gently over his scalp. Finally, you scooted closer and pulled him toward you to meet in the middle. Tangling your legs around his, you guided his head to rest under your chin. He let you without complaint or denial, a testament to how he had silently endured when he needed comforting.

The two of you laid there, his breaths evening out to the point where you thought he had fallen asleep. Then, breaking the silence, he cleared his throat. “Why me?” You pulled back just enough to angle your head and look at him.

“Why you what?”

“Why ya settlin’ with me? We can raise a kid together without you givin’ up a chance with someone better.” He took a deep breath, keeping his head down. “I won’t hold ya to it if ya change your mind later—if someone shows—”

“There’s no one better.” You nearly snapped at him, your tone harsher than you’d ever meant for it to be. He flinched and you instantly hated yourself for it. You’d seen someone’s quick movements earn that reaction before, but words hardly affected Daryl physically, not like that. “Daryl.” You silently pleaded with him to look at you, but were left disappointed. “There’s no one better.” You repeated, so softly that it was almost a whisper, your breath disturbing his hair. “I want to raise this baby with you. I want to be with you. I love you. That’s not gonna change.”

He simply hummed, the sound reverberating against your throat. You wanted to throttle him, but none of his self-deprecation was his fault. You hated people you didn’t even know for it. “Don’t deserve all this.” Your brow furrowed deeply at his words. “Feel like m’gettin’ somethin’ meant for someone else. Like m’takin’—” The words died on the tip of his tongue. What could you even say to that? You could tell him he deserved the world—the fucking universe—but he’d never believe it. You’d just have to show him. It would take time and patience that would likely be tested over and over, but he was worth it.

“You’ll see.” You settled back against him, let silence fall between you again. After a while, he actually did fall asleep, the tension you had noticed in him finally melting away into a restful state he so desperately needed in order to continue getting well. A kiss was pressed into his hair. You never fell asleep yourself, simply lying there with him. Your heart ached yet it was full. With your fingers traveling up and down his back in gentle motions you hoped were comforting even within his dreams, you told him again. “You’ll see.”

Daryl was coughing strenuously by the time you reached the truck, his hand pressed hard against his chest. The cold air, the rush of grabbing up all the bags, the running from the herd—it was taking its toll on his still healing body.

“Keys.” You demanded. “I’m driving.”  You could see it on his face that he was going to argue, but he doubled over in another fit of coughs and deep, wheezing gasps. Digging in his pocket through the ordeal, he tossed you the keyring. The bags you two were responsible for were tossed into the back next to the bike. It took the archer two attempts to pull himself onto the bench seat, which required the effort of both your bodies to move back in order to accommodate your 30 week bump. Just as your door closed, a discolored hand slapped against the window, startling you into a shout.

The van was already moving when you pressed the gas to peel out behind it, mowing down at least three walkers. Dark blood splattered onto the windshield, smearing but mostly washing away when you used the partially frozen fluid and wipers. Daryl’s forehead was against the dashboard as he fought to catch his breath in the chilled air. You were fumbling for the temperature controls when he smacked your hand away.

“Just—just drive. I got it.” He rasped, the warming air filling the cab a moment later. His back thudded against the seat, shaking it slightly, his head falling back against the headrest with his eyes closed. He was finally sucking in gulps of air into irritated, partially healed lungs. When you reached a point that was safe enough to pull off, you would make sure the group remembered his state of health and didn’t travel for too long before finding anything suitable and safe enough for a stay of at least a few days. “Quit your worryin’, woman. M’good.”

“Just don’t, Daryl.” You argued quietly, desperate to keep the peace between the pair of you that you’d managed to create. “Let me worry. If you don’t fight me on it, I’ll be less likely to do something stupid.” You glanced over, finding his head rolled toward you, his jaw set but he relented with a jerk of his head.

“Fine. Just have ‘em find whatever. S’long as it keeps your ass right here beside me.” 

You smiled and silently celebrated your victory, even as he noticed and grumbled beside you. When you placed your hand, palm up, on the seat between you, only a heartbeat passed before you felt him squeezing your fingers.

Roughly eight weeks left, though Hershel said you could safely deliver if you made it at least four more weeks. You were actually becoming slightly miserable. The nausea would come and go, though you actually vomited less and less. Your ankles were missing completely under the puffy skin. Your belly felt so heavy that even just standing was becoming a chore. Lori was sympathetic, constantly giving you advice. Not only you but Daryl as well. You had seen her whispering to him, watched the way he would go completely still, not looking at her but listening intently. Rick could give him all the advice in the world but Lori’s input was crucial. She knew exactly what you needed.

The archer argued with you less and less, though you could see the restraint it took for him to bite his tongue, sometimes literally. He let you hunt with him because you were restless. Lori had said it was because of the urge to start nesting, which you had found amusing, but Daryl already knew about it because of the damn books he continued to snatch up on runs. Why it frustrated you that he was willing to go that extra mile was beyond your comprehension. Maybe because he knew more about what was going on with your body than you did? You should have been grateful, but all you wanted to do was kick him in the shins.

“Can ya just—nevermind.” He grunted from behind you while the two of you tracked some turkeys. You knew they’d be in the trees for the cold weather so you kept your eyes upward, irritating the hunter when you would nearly trip or run into something. Still, he kept his cool, which was admirable for your hot-headed partner. Daryl didn’t like the term boyfriend, you’d discovered during a brief conversation where you’d found your tongue looser than normal and spilling out questions you’d otherwise never ask. The two of you had settled on being partners, though you didn’t feel it was enough to describe your relationship. He had simply shrugged.

You couldn’t hunt with a gun. He’d all but forbade it. Too loud, would draw walkers. So he found you a bow. Not a crossbow but a traditional one. It didn’t take much practice. You only needed to become familiar with the tension of the string, how far to pull for the trajectory and speed needed. Aiming came naturally.

“Shut up, Daryl. I’m fine.” You snapped, instantly muttering an apology. It was but wasn’t his fault you felt so crappy. It took two to make the baby whose little foot or hand or whatever was always pressing into your ribs. You were just as responsible and tried to remember that even when it was you and not him that felt like absolute shit most of the time. As if the world was hellbent on fucking with you, the toe of your boot found its way beneath an exposed root and you nearly faceplanted. If not for Daryl’s constant observance, you surely would have.

He snagged your bicep, dropping his crossbow to reach across your chest and grip your other shoulder. All you needed was a dislocated shoulder when you were already so beyond miserable. He made sure you stayed on your feet, nearly stumbling himself, but saying nothing when you found his irritated but concerned gaze. The weight of it instantly brought on the sniffling you knew was about to lead to a breakdown.

Over the course of only three weeks, the archer had memorized the signs and adapted, learning how to soothe you even at the expense of his own comfort. He immediately pulled you into his arms as close as he could with your ever-growing belly between you, shushing you and rubbing your back. 

“S’alright. I won’t letcha fall.”

Noble as his intentions were, that only seemed to stir up even more guilt. “I don’t know why I can’t just listen when you tell me I should stay behind! Why do you let me just do whatever I want even when you know it’s the wrong choice?!” You rubbed your wet face against his button up, leaving a dark spot and not for the first time.

“Cause you’re hard-headed an’ feelin’ like crap. Only make ya feel worse for me to argue with ya.”

And just like that, the switch flipped. “I’m not hard-headed, Daryl! I’m fucking capable and everyone wants to treat me like I’m gonna break!” You pushed him away roughly and stomped forward, sniffling harder than necessary. You heard a sigh from behind you, the sound of him picking up his crossbow and before following at a distance.

When you shot down the turkey, even beyond the pride you felt carrying it back, something told you that he saw it first but didn’t even raise his weapon.

Carol had heated some water for you so you could wipe down, feeling like your skin was crawling after being in the woods all day. It was a foreign feeling for the leaves and cool, fresh air to feel like it stuck to your flesh and needed to be scrubbed away. You were a mess. Your body hurt and you constantly needed to pee. You were irritable. You’d want Daryl to fuck you one minute and then shove him away the moment he touched the slick apex of your thighs. You were torturing the poor man who didn’t have a clue how to provide the type of comfort you needed when he couldn’t even process how to overcome his own lack of it growing up.

You didn’t hear him enter the room as you bowed over the small sink in the dusty bathroom, your skin still damp beneath your long sleeved shirt and flannel sleep pants. You had washed your hair to the best of your ability, the wet strands forming a curtain around your face that blocked your view of the door. You didn’t startle when you felt the heat of his body behind you. It was familiar at that point in a way you couldn’t explain.

“I’m so sorry, Daryl.” You whispered, the syllables of his name coming out as a soft whimper. His hands settled on your hips, fingers flexing nervously.

“S’okay.” He stepped closer and you fully expected to feel his erection press against your ass, but that wasn’t the case. There was only the firm safety of his body, your human security blanket. “Wanna—can I try somethin’?” His voice shook beside your ear but his hands remained steady, digits still squeezing and releasing. Not trusting your voice, you nodded, his exhale warm against your neck.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t his warm palms sliding beneath your belly and lifting with more gentleness than you were aware a human being could possess. The absence of the weight pulling down was an instant relief, your muscles turning to jello. You leaned back against him and he kept you upright, silently offering you comfort and succor that your body didn’t even know it needed.

“Fuck.” You breathed, eyes fluttering closed and head laying back against his shoulder. The tears came when his lips pressed against your temple, wordlessly expressing his gratitude for what you were enduring. “Thank you.” Your own appreciation trembled over your lips, whether toward the man at your back or a god you weren’t sure you believed in for putting him there.

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[lovebugism]

summer themed request you say?

hmmm what about going out camping with steve for the first time!

I imagine he tries his best to be as prepared as possible, maybe even a little stressed out if things don't go exactly according to plan meanwhile reader is so excited about it all

thanks for ur request lovely! hope you like it!! — the one where boyfriend!steve patches up ditzy!reader after a fall (1.2k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

“We’ve only been out here an hour, and you’re already bleeding,” Steve grouses as he wraps gauze around the weeping scrape on your thigh.

He’s not upset at you, really — more so at the stick that all but stabbed you when you fell on it. He’s just happy he remembered to pack the first aid kit.

You shift on the uncomfortable boulder he’s got you sitting on even though he keeps telling you to sit still. You can’t help it. You can’t stop looking over your shoulder and squinting up the steep hill you fell from. “I almost made it all the way up,” you mumble, halfway to yourself.

Steve scoffs from where he’s crouched beside you. “Yeah. Almost.”

“It’s not my fault!” you defend with a halfhearted pout. “It was that stupid tree branch… Sorry.”

He wants to grumble about how much you’re moving, but a laugh spills from his mouth instead. He tucks the edge of the gauze into your bandage and smooths a wide palm over your thigh. His amber eyes glimmer with honey when he looks at you. “Who are you apologizing to, babe?”

“The tree root,” you murmur, embarrassed but trying real hard not to be. Your sheepish eyes flit back and forth between the hand that rests on your thigh and the gaze that sparkles at you. “I called it stupid. And I didn’t mean it…”

“Ah,” Steve hums in response, nodding as he smiles. “Right.”

He isn’t grinning so wide because he thinks it’s funny. Well, he does, but that’s only because he thinks you’re so damn cute. You’re always so gentle in your way. Sometimes, he thinks you feel everything everyone else feels. You’re never unkind because it would mean being unkind to yourself. You’re tender with everyone — every thing.

His smile grows when he watches you look over your shoulder again. You squint up the dizzying edge of the bumpy hill that knocked you off your feet. You’re not scared of it like a normal person might be. It made you bleed, but you would argue that the ground only kissed you.

“Do you think they got too far away?” you ask without looking at him.

“Definitely,” Steve nods with a scrunched nose, even though he can’t know that for sure. He just doesn’t want you running up it again. He’s scared he won’t be able to catch you like he did the first time, and that you’ll come out with a lot worse than a scrape. He isn’t sure if he could take more than that. Patching you up as your eyes glazed over with unshed tears was enough to break his heart.

“They’re probably long gone by now, honey.”

You turn back to him, beaming despite the throbbing in your thigh. There’s a twinkle that dances in your eye, brighter than the brightest damn star in the galaxy — Serious or whatever the hell Dustin called it. You’re your own sun, vivid enough to light up a thousand universes.

“They were cute, though, huh?”

Steve nods with pinched brows like the answer’s obvious. “Oh, totally.”

“I’ve never seen a family of deer before,” you confess, a bit like a child telling a barely hidden secret. You’re rambling before either of you realize it. “Like, I’ve seen big deer before, and I’ve seen baby deer, but I’ve never seen a momma deer and all her baby deer together, you know?”

“Well, how do you know it was the mom?” Steve challenges halfheartedly. “Maybe it was the dad.”

“‘Cause it didn’t have antlers. And female deer don’t have antlers, Stevie. Duh.”

“Right,” Steve concedes with a nod. 

His knees ache when he rises to full height again. His muscles are tender from crouching so long. His sneakers dig into the tall grass of the trailside as he stands above you.

A smile tugs at his pink mouth when you get distracted again, glancing over your shoulder at the same hill that got you into this mess. Your brows are scrunched, and your eyes are squinted in a vague sort of determination to hike it again.

He shakes his head and brings his palm to your chin. His gentle fingers are warm as they guide your attention back to his. You blink owlishly up at him, not realizing you’d drifted off. “What?” you hum innocently.

“You know what,” he insists, lip quirked in a knowing smile. “Don’t even think about it, sweetheart.”

“But I was so close,” you grieve in a whine. “And I still have that whole bag of trail mix you gave me when we set up the tent! I could’ve gotten to pet them if I just got a little bit closer!”

“Maybe, but I don’t want you climbing up there again, alright?” Steve tells you, a bit more firm in his kindness so you’ll really listen to him. He stays soft with you, though, grinning down at you while his thumb rubs a dirt mark off your chin. “You’re lucky I half-assed caught you the first time. You really coulda gotten heart, sweetheart.”

You beam up at him, leaning more intently into his palm. “Yeah. I’m real lucky you caught me when I fell for you, Stevie. Both times, actually.”

Despite the boy’s fluttering heart, he squints down at you. “Alright. Don’t get cute. I’m still mad at you.”

“Wait… Really?” you murmur, brows pinched in a childlike sense of horror. You can’t stand thinking that Steve would ever be unhappy with you — even if you do stupid stuff sometimes.

“No,” the boy assures with a swift shake of his head. “Not really. I just… I wish you’d be more careful, you know?”

You nod up at him, firm and smiling. “I’ll be careful.”

“Promise?” the boy presses. His brows raise as he tilts his chin to his chest. He puts his hands on his sides and cocks his hip. “I don’t wanna spend this entire weekend having to bandage any more scrapes, honey. I don’t think my poor heart could take it.”

“Pinky promise,” you tell him, holding your fist out towards him with the smaller digit pointing up.

Steve wraps his own around yours. And, upon your insistence that it must be sealed with a kiss, he bends at the waist to press his lips to your mouth. He feels your smile contort against him, bashful as you confess, “That was super sweet, Stevie, but I meant we had to kiss our thumbs.”

The boy scoffs in response. He mumbles vaguely about not knowing the pinky promise etiquette before abiding you anyway. 

He feels lucky when he manages to convince you to organize the tent. You get distracted with sleeping bags and lanterns and other miscellaneous supplies. Steve gathers sticks for a fire, knowing he’s got you occupied for at least half an hour.

But the sun is slowly starting to set. He knows you’ll be on the hunt for cool bugs come sundown. 

He also knows he’s happy to patch up your scrapes for the rest of his life. Well, maybe not happy, exactly — just so full of love for you that taking care of you is second nature to him. He can’t imagine spending his life doing anything else.

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[jeongin-lvr]

Can I pls request dry humping with subby felix 🫶🏻

ᵎ　🍶　⊹ play thing, l. felix

✧ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀！𝗌𝗎𝖻！𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑， 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌，𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅， 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗅， 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾． 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 ＆ 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

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𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗫 couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Not with you wearing such a revealing top like that. Cleavage peaking through the square necked top just right, giving him that divine look at those two mounds perfectly perched at your chest. Paired with the silver glitter of your necklace that shimmered and jingled with every movement. Not with your skirt perfectly hugging your curvaceous hips so nicely.

Felix couldn’t keep his mouth from watering. His dick twitching behind the fabric prison in his pants. That ache for release already pining through his body and fluttering around like a lost butterfly. Minute by minutes overtaken by the sheer want he felt.

“Lix, did you hear what I said?” I interrupted his thoughts, watching as his brownie batter eyes lit aglow as if my words had given him new life.

“Eh, no. Sorry, was just… thinking,” Felix’s eyes wandered elsewhere, not on me. His eyes going past my head to the beige wall behind me.

I quirked a brow and shrugged, adjusting my focus to the TV playing to no one; clearly no one was interested in watching whatever random sitcom. I gazed back at Felix, looking at his slightly reddened cheeks, the way his eyes sparkled as he was off in his own mind. So round and wide, almost like he was a puppy. A delicate little thing.

His blonde hair ruffled back all prettily while his lips parted, saying something quietly. I couldn’t hear shit, so I just watched him mumble with flushed cheeks and puffy lips.

“Are you okay…?” I asked, poking his arm with a slight smile on my lips to loosen the mood.

Felix almost jolted, not a bit of electricity in his veins but rather the heat of want. Flushing into his system, his eyes refusing to meet mine in shame. For what, who knows. Felix scrunched his nose and chuckled in that deep vibrato that had my insides turning all mushy, my eyes watching him adjust uncomfortably underneath his own clothes. Sweat forming on his honey-kissed skin, freckles dancing like stars with every breathe he let slip.

The poor boy was breathing like an animal, shakily and with tiny whimpers in between every movement.

His pretty, porcelain hands attached to the front of his pants, grabbing the front of the fabric and a pillow beside him. I was unsure if he knew that I was looking at him, as his eyes were dead set on the motion-picture playing incredulously in the background. He looked transfixed, but not on that show. No, whatever going on in his mind had his hands clammy and his body reacting.

Then I watched him turn to me, those sweet eyes of his- the eyes that looked too pure for this world -they fell to my chest. Instantly without hesitation. As if my eyes had fallen over to my shirt.

Then just as quickly they snapped back to my face, and I could see that look of instant guilt. The malice unintentional but there. Yet, I didn’t feel grossed out or violated. Instead my heart throbbed and my eyes trailed over that glossy look in his eyes; so fucking pretty.

And now I know that the look of innocence was more of a front. This boy was far from it.

“N-not really-“ Felix mumbled, face growing crimson. Cheeks burning like lava with every little syllable, “I think I should go-“ and as he tried to stand I finally got that sweet confirmation of whatever was happening in his body. In his pants more specifically. The grey sweatpants he wore were tented, cock perched like a castle for all those nearby to see.

Preferably for me.

Instantaneously, his hands cupped said member, shame mixing with a spout of desire. Both equally as addicting to see in those buttery-soft eyes of his; diaphanous fabric of his soft sweatpants doing no justice to whatever was underneath them.

“Oh…”

“Shit, I’ll go. I’m sorry,” Felix ran a shameful hand over his face, dragging his hair along with it. The pairing of seeing his hair all messy, that little coat of sweat at the back of his neck so tempting to kiss, and, of course, the obvious boner in his pants was all so enlightening.

Now all those times I’d catch him staring at me, incongruous gaze drawing glances at me every chance he got, and almost always my eyes catching him in the act. When we’d be on FaceTime and he’d grow quiet, those little whines that slipped through the cracks of his volume. And the slight shake of the screen. No, I wasn’t fucking dumb. I knew what he was doing, what he was thinking. But now that this was happening right here and now, a sudden rush of cockiness winded through my veins. Twirling my heart and rolling through my cunt, suddenly eager to see what happens next.

“No, don’t.” The words left my lips faster than I could think. No way in hell was I letting this opportunity slip away.

Felix’s eyes widened, even more crimson dancing around his cheeks. Those pretty pink lips of his permanently pulled open in a surprised look to match the gloss in his eye.

“What?”

“Stay. I’ll help you… if you want.” I moved my body, hand finding the intense heat of his cock so perfectly malleable to mine. So hot and ready and slightly damp from the continuous amount of precum spilling from his body, just desperation. A groan slipped out of his mouth, then a whine. And now I’m addicted.

My hand palming him generously through his pants; the space between our bodies now none, but I don’t really remember how we got there.

Trembling hands traced over the barren, heating skin across my thighs. Freckle-kissed skin burning with lust, eyes glossed over as if he had nothing going on in his brain, nothing but neediness.

My thighs draped over his, caging him in with my hands and legs, easily overpowering the hypnotized male. When his eyes were marbled like that with the haze of desire painting over them, god, the sight was so pretty. Like an acrylic painting of a bronze sea. I needed to feel every bit of him, the warmth and glow enveloping me in such delight so easily. So simply. It wasn’t hard to find a steady rhythm.

“You wanna use me, baby?” I cooed in his ear, that sensual shiver followed by a deep, spine-rattling groan he gave me was enough confirmation. His raging boner already telling me the entire story; the things he wanted to do and say or have me do and say- he could taste them on his tongue deliciously.

It was almost presented to him in a palette of illustrious flavors.

“Y-yes, please.” Felix felt that slow friction from our bodies connecting, but I never gave him too much. I could see it in his eyes how desperate he was; if he wanted it he needed to tell me how badly.

His hands tightened on my waist, eyes appearing almost teary eyed though no touch was exchanged, “God, need it so bad.”

I hummed, propping both of my arms on his shoulders with a look of delight. His words making my mind swirl and my tummy flip in the best ways. Seeing someone unwind so easily underneath my touch, that was the icing on the cake. I licked my lips, gently brushing against his lower lip as I spoke with affirming intention in my voice.

“Use me, then.” I smiled peacefully, but even my own words felt so good to say.

“Can I? Really?” Felix asked so politely, squinting eyes dwindling in the light.

I nodded, enjoying the slight innocence in his eyes. The power such a beautiful thing held in those chocolate batter eyes. My lip caught between my teeth as he began to search my face, and for a brief intermission it was tense silence.

Then that sweet thing called friction. The rubbing of bodies and the delicious taste of slight relief.

God, it wasn’t enough.

Felix kept his grip on my hips hard, giving the illusion of control, but every time that effect angle was hit he would whimper shamelessly. His caramel eyes so dark and hazy with lust. Those petite hands of his only holding onto me for the sake of some grounding force; to feel tethered to the thing that was bringing him all the good feelings.

He could’ve sworn this was the best thing he’s ever felt. All those times he would have his dick in hand, all pretty and perked up with excitement, he’d imagine his hand was something else. His brain would wander, imagining a pretty cunt swallowing it whole while he unraveled so easily. And maybe his mind would wander to you. Okay, every single time his mind would wander to you. How could he not?

But now was so different. Felix wasn’t even close to penetration yet this was the best he’s ever felt. Ever.

His callous hands now confidently rubbed up down my body. Caressing and feeling every bit of skin he could. Eyes trained on my chest in particular, slowly letting his own hands fall between the cavity between my breasts, sucking in a painful breath.

I tilted my head down, admiring the way his gentle touch trembled against my skin. From the hungry way he was watching me, I knew he wanted to see more, so my hands pulled up at the hem of my top, exposing my chest to him.

The boy nearly choked, eyeing the mounds dutifully, never blinking away. I simply uttered a ‘touch me’ into his skin, taking his shaky hand into mine and letting him fondle me.

He began to groan at the feeling, meddling with the soft tissue of my tit with complete care and grace. Fingertips grazing at my perky nipples, earning little sounds from me, edging him on as his other hand worked dangerously quick on our bodies rubbing.

“F-fuck, ah, god, you feel so g-good,” Felix’s eyes fluttered across my face. Lips dangerously close to mine. I soaked in that pretty, fucked-out look on his face and decided to close the space between our faces. Kissing him so feverishly, with so much want embedded in the kiss. I kissed him until he was panting breathlessly into my lips. I swallowed those little whines and whimpers like they were water, I was dying of dehydration.

The raw touch of our bodies wasn’t enough for me but it clearly was enough for him. The way his face contorted and those gorgeously melodic moans filled the space around us. It was so clear he was close.

“Feel good?” I cooed, shaking a little as I bent to his ear. Sweat and drool pooled on his lips and chin, desperation in the way he quickly rutted his hips into mine.

“Mhm, so g-good,” Felix felt both in control and completely lost in the haze. He didn’t have any sense of what he was doing, self-awareness was gone. This new feeling was so damn pleasurable, “Might- god, I think-“

He dangerously rubbed our sexes together, then quickly unwinded. His pretty long hair falling in front of his eyes as they swept over that lost expression. Felix’s hands shaking along with his thighs. All of it was addicting to see, but the best part was his face all twisted; the way his nose wiggled with every breathe; how his eyes struggled to stay open; his star-streaked skin tanned with sweat.

He finished in his pants. The dampness of the blue jeans he wore darkened from his own cum. Wet and hot and everywhere.

“Did- did you cum in your pants?” I gawked down at where our bodies once collided. The spot was at least the size of my hand, and it seemed to easily seep through the thickness of the denim, even leaking onto my inner thighs.

“I’m sorry,” Felix said in slurred words, taking his hands off my hips and hiding his red face away from my eyes, “That’s so embarrassing.”

I smiled softly, admiring the way every bit of him trembled from both his orgasm and his cute embarrassment. I held his wrists, gently pulling them off his face with soft affirming words. My lips close to his again, trying my best to stay warm and soft for him.

“That was so hot,” I hummed, grazing his lower lip with my own, kissing the tip of his nose soon after.

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Starry night (BelphiexF!MC she/they)

4.5k words, 18+, MDNI, enjoy <3

Includes: kissing, oral (both giving and receiving), F! orgasm (squirt), riding, pegging, male anal sex, nicknames, probably more, idk

MC had just finished working out with Beel and went to talk to Belphie as she had a question for him. But… she couldn’t find him anywhere. The human wandered around the House of Lamentation through all the common rooms, the kitchen, the music room, even the bedrooms, but he was nowhere to be found. As a last ditch effort, they made their way to the attic where they finally found him. The usually tired demon was looking through a telescope at the starry Devildom sky. After talking for a bit, they ended up hanging for hours looking at the stars; Beel even came to hang out for a bit and brought snacks, only leaving once he ate them all. Both MC and Belphie ended up falling asleep together, and that day, something changed in MC’s heart. That day spawned intense feelings that they didn’t want to tell Belphegor about just yet.

*.*.*.*.*.

MC looked at the date and suddenly realized that Beel and Belphie’s birthday was coming up and decided they wanted to do something special for them that they’ve never done before. After much convincing, begging, and promises, MC finally got the “okay” from Lord Diavolo and Lucifer to take the twins to the human world for a long weekend celebration. She was so excited, she ran to the two and told them immediately which they were extremely excited about. The Friday before their birthday came before any of them knew it, and that morning the three of them made their way to the Demon Lord’s castle to be teleported to the human world. Once they were there, MC checked them into a fancy hotel and they hung out in the room for a while. For that afternoon, MC planned a buffet tour for Beel that would last a few hours while she and Belphie would have their time together that day. 

“Be sure to dress nice, Belphie.” MC reminded as they got ready for their activity. 

“What, are my lowly demon clothes too bland for your fancy human activities?” Belphie joked. MC rolled their eyes and let out a small laugh. 

“Of course they are.” MC replied sarcastically and kissed the indigo-haired demon's forehead. He scrunched his nose playfully and laughed a bit as MC walked away to finish getting ready. 

Thirty minutes later, the two walked into a large dome shaped building. They went to the large main area and sat in some rather comfortable chairs around the large circular contraption in the center of the room. MC and Belphie talked, with him questioning them until the lights went out. A voice came on over the speakers and a screen Belphie didn't know was on the ceiling lit up with bright pictures and recordings of stars. The young demon was in awe at how beautiful the ceiling suddenly was; the comfy chair and the darkness of the room was no match for his love of astronomy. 

“MC, are these human world stars?” He asked in awe. A giant grin slipping onto his face comfortably. MC nodded and took the time to explain the missing context of common human world knowledge that he didn't know so he could thoroughly enjoy the show. Brightly colored planets, bright stars, and muted yet bright galaxies flooded the giant screen all around them and lit up his wonder filled face. Afterward, they walked around the science center hand in hand taking in all the different space themed attractions and even stopping by the gift shop to get him a little something to remember the human world constellations. 

Once the two got back to the hotel, they realized that Beel had another two hours on his tour, so they had two more hours to hang out together. They decided to cuddle up together and watch MC's favorite horror movie: Silent Hill. The two watched the movie for a while until MC looked up from her side where the demon lay with his head on her side. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist and a small contented smile danced wistfully across his lips. MC thought he looked absolutely adorable and leaned down to kiss his cheek as a small sign of affection. Belphie on the other hand looked up to ask them a question at the same time. Their lips barely met before MC pulled back; surprise spread across their face while a smirk painted Belphie’s.

“Tsk tsk. MC, if you’re going to kiss me, then do it right.” He playfully taunted. MC shrugged and without a moment’s hesitation, they pulled him up a bit and connected their lips. The kiss was short, sweet, and innocent but left Belphie’s cheeks with a slight tint of pink. He looked away for a moment before regaining his sweet yet suggestive tone.”Is that all you’ve got?” He asked teasingly.

“If you want me to kiss you, you can just ask, Belphie.” MC grinned at him and gently held his chin to ensure he kept looking at them. His cheeks tinted a bit more but was still almost unnoticeable and he squirmed a bit, readjusting himself to sit up completely.

“Sounds like you just want me to kiss you.” Belphie sassed, but leaned in to kiss the human anyway. It was intended to be another short, innocent kiss, but his hand found its way to their cheek and he deepened it. Though it was still relatively short, it started to heat up just a bit. When Belphie pulled away, he glanced down at himself briefly then looked back up to MC with a goofy smile.

“What?” They asked, holding back a laugh.

“Look what you’ve done to me, MC. This is your fault.” He said partially jokingly and gestured to the slight tint in his pants. MC let out their laugh and looked Belphie in the eye. There was just something about him in that moment that MC just had to have.

“And what do you want me to do about it, honey?” MC asked getting close once more. She smirked and a glint of mischief in both of their eyes. 

“I mean… you could definitely help me out.” He said in a low tone. At this point, the movie had been forgotten and any hint of tiredness that may have been present in Belphie was no more. 

“Hmm, you’re lucky you’re so cute.” MC joked and leaned in to kiss him once more. Unlike the previous ones, this kiss was intentionally spicy. Belphie smirked into it and started to feel MC up. His pretty hands ran all over MC’s thighs, then back, and ended up cupping their face. MC didn’t know what came over them but they pulled Belphie into their lap like he weighed nothing and held him by his hips; he didn’t seem to mind. MC began palming Belphie’s growing bulge over his pants making his breath hitch against their lips. He grinded into their hand and let out a small moan. MC loved the sound and started to kiss Belphie’s neck to hear him more. The new sensation made the demon’s breath become heavier and his hips grinded down against MC’s hand almost reflexively. 

“Shit. Please-” Belphie tried to speak but his breath caught as MC lightly bit his neck. It was like his mind completely went blank and his head drifted to one side to give MC better access. 

“Please what?” MC asked between wet kisses to his neck. “Should I give you hickeys?” They asked again. Belphie’s ability to form words seemed to disappear as he nodded his head and pressed his body against theirs. They took their time to kiss and suck dark red marks all over his neck and upper chest for a bit. MC rocked forward and stood up with Belphie still in their arms and turned to help him lay on his back. They pulled away and helped him remove his pants, then they removed their shirt. The human gently pushed his legs apart, and propped themself up on their elbows and smirked up at the ombre-haired demon.

“MC, stop teasing me. You’re supposed to be helping me out.” Belphie complained and looked at the gorgeous human so close to his groin. MC hummed in acknowledgement and started marking up Belphie’s thighs as well. The slight sting of their teeth being sharper than he anticipated only made him harder and the whole teasing thing more torturous. Their movements were so sensual and gentle yet certain and precise that butterflies fluttered violently in his stomach as they got closer to his dick. She kissed him over his boxers and even through the thin fabric, Belphie felt every tiny movement and his breath caught once more. MC’s hands found their way under his boxers and onto his hard cock; his breath shuddered and his hips unintentionally bucked into MC’s hand. She smiled and moved his underwear to the side and let a bit of saliva roll off of her tongue onto the head before taking it in her mouth.

“Ah, fu-” His own breathless moan caught in his throat. MC bobbed up and down, taking more of him each time while watching the way his face reacted. Belphie also watched MC’s movements with intense focus but found them looking a little too overwhelming. He let his head fall back onto the bed to hide the blush that now burned his cheeks. It didn't take long, all MC did was take his entire hard cock down her throat to make him cum down it. His hips jerked and hit her uvula making her gag but she still swallowed every last drop. His desperate and shuttering moans were like music to MC’s ears and it just made her more wet than she already was. Despite his orgasm, neither of them were anywhere near done. The human pulled off his dick with a ‘pop' and grinned. 

“My turn.” They said before climbing up the plush hotel bed and kissing Belphie who had almost finished catching his breath. MC removed their bottoms and sat beside Belphie before helping him out of his shirt. His cheeks were slightly flushed, but fuck if he didn't look good in that after orgasm glow. 

“I think you made me see stars, MC.” Belphie joked. MC chuckled and kissed his lips once more, then straddled his chest. He knew exactly what she wanted. 

“Well you're about to see more, baby.” MC joked and let themself be pulled to Belphie’s mouth. The demon quickly went to work; his tongue moving around skillfully and his lips caressing and sucking in all of the right places. MC threw a hand over their mouth to muffle their moans as Belphie’s tongue worked MC’s most sensitive bits and his teeth gently grazed their clit. They grinded into the demon’s mouth and their eyes started to roll back in pleasure. Belphie dug his fingers into MC’s hips when she accidentally squeezed his head a little too hard. Belphie’s hot, shuddered breath and light moans filled MC’s ears and they were utterly intoxicated by the feeling coursing through their body. It was so much, she yelled out when she came; hot squirt cascaded over Belphie’s mouth. MC’s legs trembled as their body trembled with pleasure and their moans slipped out of their slack jawed mouth. 

“G-GOD fucking-!” They yelled into their hand riding out their orgasm on Belphie’s tongue. When they caught their breath, they fell to the side onto the bed next to the demon and touched his face gently. “Such a fucking good boy.” MC said before kissing him again.

“Let me fuck you?” Belphie asked against their lips. MC nodded still in the kiss and let Belphie take control. He got on top of MC, grinding his clothed dick against MC’s wet pussy. Before things could get too far, MC cast a spell to make the room completely soundproof. Now the two could be as loud as they wanted. He lifted his hips and took his underwear off, pumping his hard cock and readjusted MC so that they were slightly on their side. They took off their bra to get more comfortable, and he lifted one of their legs to use as a grip. He lined himself up with their tight entrance before pushing into them slowly. They both moaned in ecstasy as his big cock filled their gummy walls. The feeling was so good, MC’s first few moans were more like desperate gasps. 

While he fucked them, Belphie kissed all over MC’s legs, leaving marks to turn into bruises in his wake. He squeezed and kneaded MC’s hips, then breasts, sensually thrusting into their wet hot cunt. The two moaned in unison, a sweet symphony; music to their ears. Belphie’s hips found a pleasant rhythm going in and out, deeper with each thrust, but not too fast as he wanted to savor this moment. No sweet dream or long nap could ever be anywhere near as good as MC felt on his dick in that moment.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, my darling constellation.” Belphie praised. MC moaned in response and put one of his hands on their tits. He squeezed and kneaded the soft fat making them moan and one of their own hands made its way down to play with their clit. Belphie readjusted and got closer so he could go as deep as MC would take him and sped up just a little bit. MC’s moans became fervent and desperate. They were so close to cuming it was driving them mad.

“D-don’t stop, Belphie. I’mmm so close!” MC pleaded. Belphie wasn’t done with the human just yet, so he thrusted into them once, twice, a third time, then pulled out completely. MC’s face almost immediately fell into one of disappointment. “What the fuck?” MC asked, between quick, shallow breaths.

“If you want to cum again, you’re going to have to work for it, beautiful.” Belphie said and helped them sit up. MC rolled her eyes but let a light smirk overtake her face. 

“Oh demon boy, you have no clue what I’m going to do to you as revenge. I ought to edge you till you beg.” She playfully threatened. And waited for Belphie to tell them what to do to earn their orgasm. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it. Ride me.” He said rather nonchalantly as he sat on one of the edges of the bed. MC let out a dry laugh before straddling his lap and running her hands through his soft indigo and white hair. Their lips connected and MC licked at his plump wet lips to gain access to his mouth to which he bit their lip in retaliation, but allowed it. The human took in the demon’s taste, moaning all the while. They hadn’t put his dick back in yet, so they grinded down making both of them moan into the deepening kiss. The grinding did nothing to get either of them closer to orgasm, so MC finally reached between them and put the hard cock in her wet twat once more.

“Fuck, you fill me up so good, Starlight.” MC moaned and leaned forward to hide the way her eyes rolled back in pure, hot, bliss. After a moment, they started to bounce and grind; their nails scratched and dug into his upper back and shoulders making the demon hiss in pleasure. 

Belphie moved his hands to MC’s hips to guide them into a steady rhythm but MC just wanted- no, needed to cum. They rode him like their life depended on it; up and down, up and down, grinding, moaning, so fucking close. Their breath hitched in their throat, stuck behind an invisible barrier, only releasing when Belphie gently bit them at the base of their neck along with another orgasm. Hot squirt went all over the edge of the bed, the floor, Belphie’s lap, and down MC’s trembling legs. A desperate cry of ecstasy, so loud it would be embarrassing had they not soundproofed the room earlier. Every erratic jerk and twitch from MC’s hips and pussy made the demon's cock throb. An incoherent thread of slurred swears leaked from their breathless lips as they recovered, slowly grinding on Belphie to keep the friction. 

“You came so much, MC. I didn’t think I was that good.” Belphie joked before reaching down and playing with their clit ever so slightly making them jump. 

“W-what do you mean, you? I d-did all the work.” MC sassed, getting their breath back. MC kissed him again and felt his cock throb inside of them. They got off of him, only wobbling a bit, and began to cast a summoning spell.

“What are you doing?” Belphie asked before a bright pink strap on appeared in one hand, and a tube of lube appeared in the other. They let a mischievous grin overtake their face and gestured the sex toy toward Belphie. 

“I told you I would get my revenge, didn’t I?” They asked rhetorically and started to put the device on. The demon merely hummed in acknowledgement before speaking again. 

“I guess I deserve this, don’t I?” He said, fully embracing his ”punishment”. No matter what, MC was a person of their word; even if Belphie wasn’t into this, they would have gotten their revenge another way. MC got close and kissed him once again. They just couldn’t get enough of his sweet taste. They softly moaned into the kiss before speaking against his lips in a low tone.

“Yes, you do. Now be a good boy and stand up for me.” MC commanded, to which he listened. The demon man stood up, almost towering over MC as his hands rested on either side of their waist. “Turn around. I want you face down, ass up.” MC joked. Belphie’s eye roll contradicted the goofy, fond grin spread across his slightly flushed face. He turned to face the bed and leaned down without so much as a sound of protest while MC helped maneuver him to their liking. Once his legs were spread and his ass was in the air, MC ran their hands down Belphie’s back. Their fingers gently grazed across his soft skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. The human popped open the tube of clear gel and squirted some onto their fingers. They rubbed the strap on then a bit on Belphie’s asshole making him let out a small gasp.

“That’s cold.” He said looking back at MC. They squeezed his thigh softly before apologizing.

“Sorry, Sunshine. Do you want me to prep you?” MC asked with a small but genuine smile. Taking a moment to think, Belphie shook his head.

“Nah, I can take it. It won’t hurt me.” He said resting his head on the palm of one of his hands and looked over his shoulder at MC. She lined the toy up with his entrance, barely pressing against it.

“So brave. So good for me.” MC complemented before slowly pushing into him. Belphie’s pretty moans loudly leaked from his lips and his knees pressed into the side of the mattress. His eyes closed and he instinctively gripped the sheets under him. MC gripped his slutty slutty waist to be able to pull him close at a moments notice before pulling out to the tip before pushing back in slowly. They took their time so the demon could get adjusted to the toy before MC could really have fun. They thrusted into him again and again, slowly, giving soft touches of affection and drinking in his moans. 

“You can speed up a bit, you know?” Belphie said, his voice slightly horace and his cheeks and ears tinted a rose red as he breathed heavily in pleasure. MC gripped his waist harder and spoke in a low yet commanding voice.

“I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘faster’ or maybe even ‘harder’”. MC teased and slowed their rhythm making him huff in frustration.

“Yeah, that.” Though MC couldn’t see his face, they knew he rolled his eyes. That’s not how this game is played. MC let a smirk speak across their face and they pulled out to the tip of the toy then slammed back into him. He let out a loud yell-like moan and white knuckle gripped the sheets under him.

“Incorrect. Use your words, my darling Starlight.” They said and slowly pulled out of him completely then leaned down to kiss the back of his neck and tangle their fingers in his hair near the nape of his neck. 

“Come on, MC.” He whined. “You know what I meant.” His voice was shaky from MC’s kisses and knowing that MC was going to pull his hair at any moment. He didn’t mind MC being rough with him.

“No, Belphegor. I know what I heard. If you want me to do something, you need to use your words and ask.” She spoke again and made a mark on the back of his neck, gently pulling his hair as she did.

“F-fuck. Please fuck me, MC. S-stop teasing me.” He gasped and moaned out. MC hummed in contentment and kissed their way down the demon’s back making him arch his back with each one. They stood back up and squirted a bit more lube on the toy and pushed the device back past his entrance.

“That’s a good boy.” MC complemented as they started to slowly fuck him once more to Belphie’s dismay. Rather than asking MC to speed up as he was instructed, he decided to try fucking himself with MC instead. He pushed back to put their bodies closer together, over and over again, fucking himself until he was a moaning mess. His legs began to gently shake as he neared his orgasm but MC had one more thing they wanted to do. 

“You really don't know the meaning of a punishment, do you?” They asked rhetorically and slammed into him once, making him yell in pleasure then pulled out of him completely. “Get up. You're going to play this game my way or not at all, okay?” They asked in a sweet voice and punctuated each sentence with a kiss to his neck or back. 

“Fine.” He said breathlessly. He took a moment to regain use of his legs, but when he stood up MC slid under him. 

“What was it you said earlier? ‘Ride me?’” They teased and slid back a bit onto the bed so the indigo and white haired boy had space to climb up and straddle them. Once he was hovering over the human's lap, he closed the short distance between their lips. Their lips were tangled together as MC put the toy back into his asshole. 

“Fuuck MC, you're too good at this.” He complimented and began to rock back and forwards while his hand tried to make its way to his hard cock. He tried. MC grabbed his wrists and put them around her neck as a way to wordlessly tell him not to touch himself. That this is what he deserved for being mean earlier. And he wholeheartedly agreed. MC began to kiss him on his neck and around his collar bones to hear every little sound the demon made. MC’s hands gripped at his hips and squeezed his thighs while thrusting the toy into him nonstop. His moans and swears leaked out of his mouth like a song and MC loved every lyric. 

Eventually, MC ended up laying on their back with Belphie on top of them. His body weight rested half on MC and the other half on his bent knees on the bed. MC put their legs up on the bed to get a grip so they can deliver the final part of his punishment. With their hands on his hips, holding him in place, they began to slowly fuck him speeding up over a short amount of time. The faster MC fucked him, the more he moaned and swore. A slew of ‘fuck’s, ‘shit’s and more all cut off in various places were sprinkled among the moans running from Belphie’s mouth. MC sped up, aware that the more they fuck him, the more his hard cock rubs between their stomachs. 

“Sit up for a minute, Moonlight.” MC said and helped him sit up. “Give me the lube.” The demon did as he was told, if not a bit shaky before shakily speaking.

“Please, MC. I need to cum so bad.” He practically begged. MC squeezed his hip as reassurance as they opened the tube again and let a few drops fall on the man’s throbbing cock and their lower stomach. 

“Fuck my hand.” She said in a low commanding voice. Bephie nodded and MC loosely held Belphie’s dick in their hand. As he bounced on the strap on, he fucked MC’s hand. At this point, he was so overstimulated that he could barely moan anymore; his voice was hoarse and his breathing was erratic. His eyes rolled back a bit as he came closer and closer to his orgasm. His face was one of pure, raw, pleasure and he seemed so close to the edge. 

“I-I’m gonna f-fucking…” He trailed off.

“Cum for me, Belphie.” MC encouraged; almost in response, the demon boy shot his white hot load all over MC’s hand and both of their stomachs. His moans were loud and he shook the bed with how strong his orgasm was. As the intensity settled, he slowly lowered himself back down onto MC’s messy chest not caring about the cum getting all over them. 

MC let him lay there for a bit and gather himself, his face hiding in the crook of their neck, and peppering his head and neck with small innocent kisses. Eventually Belphie hummed in contentedness and wrapped his arms around the human’s neck; he too placed small innocent kisses on their shoulder. After both of them catching their breath and relaxing, just taking in each others’ warmth in silence, Belphie decided to ask a question.

“Hey, MC?” He said softly from his spot on top of them. He removed the toy from his ass and got comfortable once more.

“Yes, love?” 

“What was with all the nicknames?” He asked.

“Because… you’re like space to me. Beautiful, interesting, mysterious… Something about you makes me want to be near you all the time. It’s like… you’re Orion. Strong, brave, and so alluring.”

“Wow, you really know how to make me feel special. I love you, Venus.” He said in a voice so soft, MC had to make sure he wasn’t falling asleep.

“I love you too, my Darling Crescent moon.” MC kissed his forehead and wrapped their arms around his waist and sat up. She took the strap on off, and tossed it onto the bed beside them, before gently asking, “Are you sleepy?”

Belphie nodded his head and MC could tell that he was fading fast but they were still covered in cum. “Do you have enough energy to take a bath with me?” MC asked again. Once again, Belphie nodded and mumbled out a small ‘yeah’. MC kissed his forehead again, and gently let him relax on the bed so they could draw a bath then take a nap.

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Special shout out to @half-asleep-artist5701 @endeenderman @angelustful @hakirachan @fluffyspaceball @ezeanim @1-randomized and @legendary-sacrificer (IDK why I can't tag you I'm so sorry!!) for all your amazing nickname ideas!! You're all amazing and this one is for you!!

#obey me smut #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me belphegorxMC #obey me female mc #om! belphegor #om belphie #belphie x mc #obey me belphegor smut #obey me belphie smut

[experimentalmadness]

Broken Bird

Summary: Astarion is extremely confused by the odd fact Tav doesn't seem to want him for sex. But then, whatever in the world could she want?

Early relationship woes and Astarion slowly realizing he may have just played himself.

You can read more about Eidel and Astarion here

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Astarion was at a loss. 

He flipped idly through the pages of the book he was only half paying attention to while the camp buzzed about with activity. Karlach and Wyll were still finding things to clean from the tiefling’s party the other night and Astarion did not wish to be volunteered to assist. 

By all accounts the party was a success. 

Wasn’t it?

He watched Eidel at the edge of camp. She sat cross legged, her staff alongside her as she tended to an injured sparrow she had found that morning. She smiled as she examined her charge, all teeth and scrunched up nose. Her gaze flitted over to his and she waved. Astarion winced, but instinct was a funny thing. He shot her an easy grin and a flirtatious wave of his own. 

Not that any of his old instincts had served him well last night. 

It all started out simple enough. He’d made his best proposition, he’d seen the blush rise in those mottled cheeks, seen her shy nod when she had agreed to scamper off into the night alone with him…and then? 

“And what is it you want?” She had asked him, all guileless eyes and innocence. Her words had stopped him cold. No one had asked him that. Not in two hundred years. But still he had an easy answer. He always did. That naive act had to stop eventually. He had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. But…it never did. 

“Why did you really come here with me?” Astarion asked. 

“Well, that’s easy, I like you! I wanted to spend time with you!” Eidel laughed. 

“Darling, here I am. We have nothing but time,” he purred. 

“The stars are so bright tonight. We could walk along the river, I thought? There’s a rise up not far from camp where we could look at them. Are you sure you won’t take my cloak? You’ll catch a chill.”

She wasn’t playing by the rules. He didn’t have time to answer before Eidel tossed her cloak over his bare shoulders, fussing as she pinned the edges. He had seduced his fair share of innocents before. But once they were alone they always went for him, no matter how shyly. But Eidel was either the densest woman in all of Faerun, or she was deliberately avoiding the obvious. 

“Aren’t you sweet?” If she wasn’t going to play the game his way, he’d have no choice but to play it the way she wanted. Dense or obtuse, she was still the best bet he had for protection. “And I’m sure that perfect little body of yours absolutely glows in the starlight. Lead on.”

He didn’t sleep with her that night. 

She’d led him up to the hill and rambled on about the stars and the constellations and how she’d never seen so many before. She’d sat beside him and clung tight to his arm as she excitedly talked. He’d watched as her eyes went as big as the world in her enthusiasm and when he did manage to kiss her she tasted of guilt. 

Technically it should have all felt like a victory. She was clearly enamored with him, sex be damned, and she was gullible enough he had her dancing to his tune no matter what he said. 

So why did all this feel…so terrible?

Astarion blanched as Eidel motioned for him to join her. He set the book down and walked on. It didn’t matter how he felt about the situation, he had a part to play. 

He smiled as he approached, lessening the seductive stare and mimicking her open one instead. “What can I do for you, my dear?” He asked lightly, sitting alongside her. 

She giggled. “I like when you call me that. Can I call you that?” 

“You may call me whatever you wish. Now, did you invite me over merely for my company? Not that I’d blame you.”

“I need your help,” she said. “Could you hold onto my friend here, and keep him nice and still while I set this splint for his wing?”

“Me?” Astarion asked. “Wouldn’t….wouldn’t Halsin be the better option? I’m not exactly the nurturing kind.”

“Oh that’s not true! You’re perfect for the job or I wouldn’t have asked,” Eidel said, holding out the sparrow. 

“Animals tend to run at the scent of blood, you know,” he pouted. 

“Hold out your hand, please,” she said. Astarion was beginning to think she wasn’t dense at all. Merely stubborn. 

It didn’t seem he had much of a choice. He sighed and cupped his hands as Eidel placed the bird in his palms. The bird gave a small peep and ruffled his feathers, but settled in moments and Astarion kept him still as Eidel delicately stretched the bird’s broken wing to fit the split onto it. 

“See?” She said as she worked. “He trusts you.”

“Your bird must not be very smart, then. That’s an objectively stupid thing to do.”

“Why? You’re a good person to trust.”

A slight splinter of guilt stabbed at the base of Astarion’s stomach. “Eidel, you’ve seen me lie, and cheat, and kill dozens of people. Sometimes all in one day.”

“Well, yeah, the world is a dangerous place and we have to do things to survive. I know that, but that’s not the same thing is it?” Eidel bit her lip as she tied off the bandage. “You can’t keep an animal anywhere it does not wish to be.”

“Easy for you to say, I believe the bird with the splint doesn’t have many options.”

“Don’t let that fool you. There now,” she took the bird gently from Astarion’s hands. “All set. Stay here in camp and I’ll check on that wing in a week, you should be good as new soon enough.”

The sparrow chirped what Astarion could only assume was a thank you before hopping off. Eidel watched him go. 

“I know what you wanted from me last night,” she said without looking back at him. 

The splinter in his middle tore a little wider. “I’m…I’m not sure I know what you mean, darling.”

“I would have said but I was afraid you’d leave, and I’d never had a night like that. It was perfect, and I was selfish, because you’re wonderful and I’ve never liked anyone before. But I’m not sure you’d want to spend more nights like that with me if sex is off the table for now. I’d understand. I won’t pretend it won’t hurt, but I would…understand.”

She’d taken the playbook and thrown it into the fire. He blinked at her as she turned around to look at him. Her eyes were downcast, as if she expected him to toss her aside. He wasn’t entirely certain he understood her at all. What did she want from him if she wasn’t after an easy escape? All of his best instincts were to offer a physical compliment, a teasing line, something to turn her head. He realized he was frozen. He’d never been with anyone who hadn’t wanted him for his body, for what the lies it could offer. 

“Darling,” he laughed, hoping she didn’t catch the hitch in his tone. “I’m hurt you’d think I’d cast you aside so quickly. In fact, I was going to ask you for another midnight stroll, but if you’re not interested…”

“Really?!” 

He inhaled sharply as her expression brightened, her one pale eye and one red eye lighting up like the sky. And the mottled pink that cracked through her otherwise copper skin turned a lovely shade of magenta where it polka dotted across her cheeks. “I’d…I’d like that!” She said in a rush. 

“Good,” he took her hands in his as he helped them both to their feet. “Then I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight, my star!” She repeated, bouncing on her heels as she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. She pulled away, blushing furiously, a hand on her lips as if unsure if she was allowed to do such a thing.

My star? 

“Oh, I can think of something else if you’re not fond of it,” she said. Apparently his look of confusion had been a tad too obvious. 

“No…no it’s…charming,” he cleared his throat. He had to get away from her. “I’ll see you later.”

It was all for the best, he rationalized. She got a companion and in exchange he got a powerful druid as protection. She was utterly his regardless of how he had won her over, that much was clear. But it was all…wrong. She was practically eating out of his palm, wasn’t that what he had wanted? He thought of that pathetic, little bird he had held in his hands moments ago…how he should have broken its neck before it ever tried to trust him.

#Astarion #Astarion x tav #Astarion x f!tav #Eidel #ace tav making Astarion have FEELINGS #we love to see it

[novaonhere]

Golden

Relationship: Cal Kestis x f!reader

Summary: The scene where everyone is enjoying the night by the campfire, in bliss. One by one someone leaves, leaving a smitten Cal staring at what the sunset is illuminating.

Word Count: 600

Warnings: Nah, she precious, she cute

A/N: To make up for a long time of nothing, I'll post some more today!

Prompt: The evening sun is falling on their face and she thinks maybe, just maybe, she is a little bit in love with them.

(gif not mine)

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Drinks get passed around the group, filling the evening air with chatter. The compass was finally in your grasp! You laid back against a large rock, it cool to your back, while the fire kept your front toasty. You couldn't remember a time where your shoulders weren't locked up, where your back didn't ache with every movement, nor when your feet would cramp after a long day. Bringing up the cup to your lips, you take a long and well-deserved sip, the flavor of Greez's famous tea really hitting you in the back of the throat. The small grin never vanished as your eyes danced to every person who joined with you at the campfire. Cere and Caldova chattered about the future of the Hidden Path, the corners of their mouths almost reaching their cheeks. Merrin sits happily content on top of a rock, staring deeply into the flames. She doesn't have a smile, but she looks equally relaxed. Cal and Bode chat and laugh heartily together, exchanging stories and hopes for the future. Greez walks back to the group, a few more tea cups in hand.

"I got more drinks! Who wants one?" He smiles, holding up three drinks with his hands. Cere and Caldova happily take another, inviting Greez into their conversation. Merrin is the first to stand and wish the group a good rest of the evening. She leans down beside you, resting her hand on your shoulder.

"Rest easy," She smiles, patting your shoulder. You place a hand over hers.

"You as well," She nods, walking towards the door. You turn your attention towards the horizon. The bright star that this planet uses as the sun is hovering over the land, illuminating the sky in all different shades of yellow and orange. A particular man's head is also next to the beautiful scene, maybe even more enticing than staring at the sky. His hair practically shines from the rays, highlighting his complexion. The slight breeze pushes his locks off his neck, and a few strands dance in the wind. The lower the sun starts to go down, the redder his hair becomes. His eyes shine from the sunset, but the light doesn't seem to bother him at all. It's like he's allowing the light to bounce and make them sparkle.

Bode must have said something funny, causing Cal to give a laugh. Your chest seems to flutter. The way his eyes crinkle on the sides of his face, the way his nose scrunches and makes room for his lips to part and widen, the way his face reddens, making his freckles perfectly season his face, the way he bares his teeth, not afraid to laugh to his heart's content. His toned arms grasp his torso, trying but failing to hold himself together.

You feel like you could just melt into a puddle right then and there, but as the last little sliver of sunlight peaks over the desert mounds, Bode stands and leaves to go inside. You and Cal wish him a good night, your attention back on the red-head. His head is positioned perfectly in front of the last bit of sun, creating a halo around his face. And, of course, he had to just smile at you. Your lips seem to smile back, but they feel like jelly. He stands and makes his way over to you, and all you could do was watch. He kisses his palm and places his hand on top of your head.

"Sleep well," He smiles, walking past you. Your face feels as if it erupted in flames. You did in fact, sleep well.

#cal kestis #cal kestis jedi survivor #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x y/n #cal kestis x you #jedi survivor #reader insert #star wars #star wars jedi fallen order #star wars jedi survivor #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars x y/n #y/n

[nanamimizz]

𝐇𝚶𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝚬𝐑, 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝚶𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝚬𝐀𝐌𝐒

tags: 18+ minors dni, religious themes, corruption, virginity loss, somnophilia, sacrilege, fem reader, monsterfucking, f!oral receiving, missionary, dubcon, let me know if ive missed anything 2k.

synopsis: sweet sister don’t you know? the gods made devils stronger than any man. especially the devil that haunts your dreams.

As a sister of the cloth you find your day to be filled with a myriad of duties - but when the winds caress your worn form you find your heart bursting with pure gratitude to your patron god - for the children of Barbatos are as kind and gentle as the land of Mondstat itself.

Now if only the matter of your dreams could be as pure.

Lately, when the sun sets with the falcon of the west and the moon rises with the dragon of the east it seems your dreams turn with the cycles of the sun and moon. You wonder if Lord Barbatos can tell how the soft winds turn into storms within your mind. As a sister of the Church of Favonius your character is pure as the snow of the north - as is your body, free as the wind of any vulgarity but when your eyes close and you begin to drift the same figure finds you, waiting in the inky black bed of your dreams.

He’s handsome, hair the color of the night sky and violet eyes with skin kissed from the Sumeru sun. His form is thin but tall and lean, like a snake in the brush watching for any mouse to come close. It seems you are his mouse. He greets you the same, warm hands in your hair that is free from your headdress and that spills across your pillow. His touch feels kind, like the brush of a windwheel aster's petal in motion but you know it isn’t anything but.

“Found me again, have we?” He teases, mirth dancing around the silver star in his eyes where the ink spot of the pupil should be, you want to speak but your mouth feels like cotton so you shake your head. His hand wanders to your cheek, thumb rubbing at the full flesh and he smiles sardonically. He enjoys tormenting you, enjoys knowing you object but cannot voice it - after all this may be your mind but the dream is his.

“Don’t make that face dearest, you only dream of me because you long for me.” A nightingale-like voice echoes through your head, and his touch is lower now, fingers running along the bridge of your collar bone that is exposed by your simple cotton shift that all sisters receive for their private quarters. You shake your head again and his laugh rings through your ears like droplet ripples on water. He leans over, hair tickling your face with unnatural softness and he presses a kiss to the mole on the thin skin of your collar bone, his mouth blazing hot and you squirm - every touch feels tenfold here.

Chuckling down at you, despite the same dream he never tires of it - of you, with your holy pride and petulance it makes it sweeter to have you broken by the dream’s closing crescendo. His nose guides him to the rest of the soft, smooth, and vulnerable flesh that guards the most important veins in your body - he can smell your blood, sweet as wine and his teeth shine with hunger. His lips press kiss after fluttering kiss against you until you break into shivers and goosebumps, your weak, mortal form weakened against the sage-like touch of him. A part of him pities you, it’s not your fault the gods made the devil so much stronger than man.

The first sound that leaves you is a haunting whimper when the hand finally cups at your breast, fingers digging into the most pliable flesh yet - fingers tugging at the pebble of your nipple, the peak visible through the thin material of your shift and you squirm underneath more like a mouse in a trap. He laughs and brings you shame, eyes scrunched and press your cheek into the pillow at the mocking tone in his voice when he teases you,

“Must you be so loud? Don’t you know what the other sisters would say at how you whine at your tits being fondled? Shameful little thing you are.” Tugging the material down he grins at how more of your prized flesh spills, free before him. He resents how you swore to the cloth, with a body like this you were made to be debauched, made to be eaten and fucked and hoarded for no other but him. Well, he shouldn’t complain - you sit in the palm of a god but here you are to be defiled by him anyways. Mayhaps fate is crueler than any god.

Bringing his mouth to your teat he kisses on the nipple gently, his thin fangs you can only see when he lets you lightly run against the satin skin of your breast before his mouth sucks and he pulls from you pained whines of ecstasy. As your imprudent mouth gives him the songs he seeks to pull from you, your mind curses him out - curses this demon back from whatever hovel he crawled out from and he grins behind your teat when your hips begin their trembling. He can smell it, the growing slick between your thighs and the gusset of your underwear with abrupt clarity.

Pulling away he laughs at the state you are in, nipples puffy and lips bit raw, he continues southward pulling away the skirt of your shift and the star of his eyes twinkling with indecency at the wet patch visible on the white of your intimate wear. He abandons your chest for the greater prize, sweeter fruit to taste - his sinfully sweet voice tells you what he has never told you before.

“Kaeya is my name, sweet sister. Feel free to cry out for it instead of that little wind spirit you call a god.” You can even grasp the audacity of such a statement when his thumb, so cruelly rubs at the bump of your clit - your knees move to shut but like the gates of Babylon they are swung upon by the creature of the underworld that sits above you letting sinful temptation swing above your weakened mind. He - no, Kaeya lets his fingers pull away your underwear, whistling at the gossamer strings of slick that clung to the sodden fabric which then rips, the band still wrapped around your hips as he had tugged them away from you completely.

Night-colored hair then dips in between your thighs that are gripped by tan hands, the flesh dimpling under his fingers, and your head raises to cry out when Kaeya’s tongue laps at your slick cunt. Thin and long, the tip catches on the entrance of your hole and your hips jump futility, trapped by the ironclad grip this demon has upon your mortal flesh, and your moan is higher in ascendance even above the angels of Barbatos when he sucks at the glistening pearl of your clit. Heat grows at your stomach, and the suckling mouth at your cunt is the coal in the furnace of the all-consuming fire that flickers and flints and then burns through your veins.

Your ankles cross over his shoulders as your thighs give and shiver in his grasp and he hums in contentment - only for it to fuel even higher, weakened cries at the pleasure it brings. His face lowers, and your clit throbs at the lack of attention before something new catches your body off guard. Kaeya’s tongue, the terrifying thing that leaves you trembling like a fawn, prods at your fluttering cunt, breaching it and going deeper, deeper inside of you - petting, licking, fucking spots inside of yourself you never knew existed. The moans he makes at the sweet taste of your slick makes you simper, hips pressing closer to him as you cover your gasping mouth with your hand. His fingers, the deft and deadly things you’ve forgotten of abandon your thigh in favor to rub at your clit, and you half moan, half cry at the additional pleasure that makes your back bend in a bow’s arch - the flames turn to the sun and your cunt seizes around Kaeya’s tongue. He groans, back shuddering at how you flood his mouth, letting his tongue drown in your sweetness.

You pant and sigh, breath like a fog from your lips as you continue shaking in his grasp, the demon pulls away; you whine when your cunt clenches pitifully at the newfound emptiness that fills you and he barks a laugh - cruel and malicious. He drinks in your pathetic, newfound misery as he did your tangy cum and you see how his chin shines with it. Your thighs move to close but with speed you didn’t know could be granted he slots himself in between them and you squirm when your sensitive cunt presses against the hot and stiff rod of his cock.

“You didn’t think you could have your fill and leave me unattended did you?” Kaeya murmurs to you, eyes fixated on how your wetness clings to his tight pants. Your eyes are blown and your mouth shapes the words - “Please - no more.” He smiles sardonically and chuckles at your ravaged state. The bitemarks and bruises, your ripped underwear and half-done dress - did you really think this is how the dream would end?

“I thought generosity was a mark of a good sister _ would you truly turn me away after all that I had given you tonight?”

His cock pressed closer to your heart and you don’t know whether it was the orgasm that muddled your brain or that your heart, under the constant cycle of him coming into your dreams, leaving you with your thighs sticky with strands of desire that your heart has weakened to temptation but you concede. You nod your head, thoughts you’ve kept close under lock and key burst forth when Kaeya grinds his hips and you feel temptation in the shape of this beautiful man consumed with a strength that you realized that you will never be free from.

You spread your legs and nod.

He had tugged down his pants and his cock - long and straight leaves you breathless. Its mushroom head that flushes a darker red from all his bloodlust rubs against your floods in a way similar to his tongue. It’s inside you faster than you can blink but the stretch feels good. It doesn’t hurt the way the fishwives or mothers say it does, it makes you feel complete; it makes you feel divine. He’s flushed against you and Kaeya hisses at the tight clutch of your cunt that wraps around his cock in ways he’s only tasted. The work has paid its due, and now he can collect his reward like wheat to the sickle. His hips drive back and forwards, and he jostles you under the weight of his cock; you shuffle back and forth on the black bed and before you know it your thighs are in his grasp again - knees to his hips and ankles locked around his waist.

Sounds you make can be heard - you sound like a whore; moaning and whining in pleasure when the mushroom tip leaks, bumps, and fucks into the deepest places of your cunt. His body is on yours, back hunched to your front, and Kaeya kisses your neck with the passion of lovers as he fucks you with the hatred of enemies. You gasp into his ear, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders with venom and you hate how he moans, and you hate even more when it brings the sting of pleasure through your veins. The macabre dance between you two enters its final act, the swan song approaches and you feel his cock twitch inside of you and you bring a thumb to where he touched you last - blinding looking for the pearl of nerves that turns your blood to flame. Kaeya chuckles from your sweaty neck, slaps your hand away, and replaces it with his own and you mewl from how his fingers rub at your clit. He takes his face from your neck to watch you finish, the seizing of your thighs tells him you are at your limit.

“Kaeya…” you moan his name in reverence and he grins, eyes glittering like amethyst. All you can see at the peak’s edge when the band breaks and pleasure is all that finds you. You see the flashing white of teeth before it all goes back. The sun brings white to your vision and it dances with colored shapes.

The dream has ended. Dawn breaks,

Blinking it away, you try to rise from the bed only to wince from the ache in your stomach, bringing your skirt up you check at your thighs only to have a mix of dread and phantom pleasure flint through your stomach. Thereupon the unmarked, unseen flesh laid scratches from claws and the sign of cum - both yours and the milky white cum of another’s. Your flesh is warmed and the aches feel as pleasurable as they feel hellish. There’s a note on your nightstand. With shaky hands you unfold it, reading its content feels like having an arrow shot through your heart.

‘See you tonight, sweet sister. Or, if you’d prefer, come to Angel’s Share. Perfect name, especially for us wouldn’t you say?’ - Eagerly, Kaeya.

#lamb.writes #kaeya smut #genshin smut #cw: dubcon #cw: somno #cw: dark content

[wisdomssdaughterr]

PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX → THE SNOWBALL

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 3.7k || masterlist

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

previous chapter ← → next chapter

a/n: a little double update for you all on this fine saturday. steve and sunshine are confirmed to be the cutest (I may be a little biased). and we only have one chapter left until season 3! thank you all for reading <3

Inside a little cabin, tucked away in the woods, three children hid from the prying eyes of anyone who lingered from their past. But, for one night, they were allowed to venture beyond the tree line. The cabin was live with the smell of cotton candy perfume, streaks of pink and blue eyeshadow, a quick tutorial on how to tie a tie, and soft music from old records. 

Sunshine sat on the edge of El’s bed and rubbed blush across the younger girl’s cheeks. She didn’t know what she was doing exactly, but she had watched her mother do her makeup a few times. 

“Okay,” she said. “You’re all done.”

Standing up, Sunshine took extra care to check her dress for any rouge makeup smudges. She ran her hands along the velvet fabric, smiling to herself. The dark blue dress had once belonged to her mom but had been packed away in the attic for years. It was beautiful, and her mom was excited for Sunshine to wear it to her first school dance. The skirt fell just below her knees, it had flowy long sleeves, and the entire thing was covered in little golden stars that glittered in the light. Her mom had pulled back her hair with golden pins, and Sunshine did her makeup as practice before doing El and Leia’s. 

The girls spun around their room in the dresses Hopper and Joyce had picked out, excitedly chattering about the dance in preparation. 

A knock came from the doorframe, and Luke peeked his head inside. “Sunshine, can I talk to you for a second?” 

Sunshine let the girls finish getting ready as she stepped out into the living room with Luke. The place was a comfortable mess of things that kept the kids occupied while they spent the majority of their time in the cabin, with frequent visits from the party. Coloring books, paints, comic books, rented movies, and newer records were all scattered around in a sweet chaos. 

Luke was dressed for the dance as well, in a pair of slacks and a polka-dot button-up shirt. Hopper even dug out one of his old ties for him. Sunshine couldn’t believe how grown up the twins looked. It still shocked her, even after the couple of weeks she had been spending with them getting reacquainted. Their buzzcuts had long grown out. Luke kept his curls on the shorter side and Leia reached just below her shoulder blades. They both were tall, almost as tall as Sunshine; she feared by the end of next summer, all of the kids would be taller than her. But above everything, they looked happy and healthy, and that was all she could ever ask for.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Luke asked with a curious scrunch of his nose. 

“You look grown up, that’s all.” 

Luke smiled for a moment before a sigh slipped from his lips and he slumped down onto the couch. “Do you remember when we were trying to get out of tunnels?” Sunshine had tried to avoid thinking about that night, but she knew that was impossible. She didn’t expect that to be Luke’s mind, though, not at that moment, anyway. She nodded and let him continue. “And do you remember how, when we were climbing out, I grabbed Max’s hand?” 

She had forgotten about that part. In the whirlwind of things, her memories bled together a little too well. “You saw something, didn’t you?” When he had any skin-to-skin contact with someone, he was forced to see their future. Sometimes there was nothing major, but other times Luke saw something that would haunt him. 

“I saw a lot of things,” Luke said with a frown that brought an air of unease around them. “It was just a lot of colors. First, there was this bright light, blinding almost. Then, it was dark, so dark it felt suffocating. The feeling of the darkness, it stayed but the vision turned red. It was like it was dripping into the darkness, slowly at first, then everything became red and filled with screams from…from someone, but I couldn’t see anyone there, not even Max. I didn’t like how it felt, Sunshine. I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was awful and heavy, really heavy. Whatever it is it’s not good.” 

Sunshine chewed down on her lower lip, thinking for a moment. It was Max they were talking about. She had some trouble in her life, but she was surrounded by people who cared for her. It couldn’t be something they couldn’t handle. The Gate was closed and their Upside-Down troubles behind them. 

“Did you tell Max anything?”

“No. Ivy used to say it’s better if people don’t know their future.” 

Ivy’s name caught Sunshine off guard. She braced herself, curling her fingernails into her palms. She didn’t know when hearing Ivy’s name aloud would stop causing her pain and grief. 

“She did?” It didn’t line up with the last conversation Sunshine recalled Luke and Ivy having, where she demanded to know what Luke saw in his vision after he touched Sunshine’s arm. 

Luke met her eyes. “Yeah, after I told her what I saw in yours.” 

A dull pain came from her palms as she dug her nails into them a little harder. “Oh,” she muttered. She probably didn’t want to know what awaited her. Maybe it was different now that she was out of the Lab. She had a new life in Hawkins, maybe Luke’s original vision didn’t account for that. 

Luke helped ease her fears. “It’s not for sure going to happen, any of it,” he said. “There’s always a chance something you did changed the outcome. But with Max…I don’t know. I can’t get it out of my head. But I know there’s nothing we can really do. It just sucks.” 

That was another thing about Luke’s abilities, he could see the future, but he was never guaranteed to change it. You couldn’t do anything until the moment was upon them. 

“All we can do right now is keep an eye on things, right?” She rolled her shoulders back and flexed her fingers. She didn’t like to show the kids her worry when she was supposed to be the older sister they came to and relied on. “We’ll look out for Max, make sure she’s okay.” Maybe that would be enough. 

“Okay. I think we can do that.” Luke held up his hands in front of his face and sighed. “I think I can be a normal, non-future-seer for one night. But it’s gonna be hard if I have to make sure I don’t touch anyone while I’m there.” 

“We have that covered!” Leia's voice shot through the living room as she and El slipped out of their bedroom. There was a glossy smile on their lips and sweet ballet flats on their feet. “Gloves!” She presented a pair of gloves dramatically to her brother. They were simple, black gloves that matched Luke’s slacks and shiny dress shoes. 

He took them carefully from her hands and looked them over. “Isn’t that weird? Aren’t people going to think I’m weird if I’m wearing gloves indoors?” 

“Who cares what anyone thinks of you,” Sunshine said. “You all deserve a fun night. So, put on the gloves and dance with your friends, okay?” 

“Yeah! And if anyone says anything nasty, I’ll shock ‘em,” Leia offered, wiggling her fingers and making the living room lights flicker. 

Their plan was swiftly shut down by Hopper, who entered the room with a shake of his head. “No. None of that in public; you know the rules.” He sounded tired, but a good tired. He wasn’t exhausted from keeping the town afloat and hiding his pocket full of secrets. Instead, he was a tired dad to three superpowered children who kept him on his toes. 

Sunshine had a moment, a couple of days after the Gate was closed, where her anger at Hopper exploded when she came to visit the kids at the cabin. Her emotions got the better of her, and being lied to for nearly a year didn’t sit well with her. It felt like Hopper believed he had all the authority over El, but after some more time, she realized he was just trying to keep them all safe. He did what thought was best; Sunshine thought he should have told her. But neither one of them could go back in time. Sunshine refused to be apart from her siblings; therefore, she and Hopper had slowly begun to understand each other again. He was trying, really trying, and she was thankful for that. 

“Are you guys almost ready?” he asked. The kids all nodded eagerly. “Good. I want to get a picture before we leave.” He waved around a Polaroid camera, which caused the kids to figure out how they wanted to pose, giving Sunshine the chance to speak to Hopper. 

“Hey, Hop?” 

“Yeah, kid?” 

“I don’t think I ever thanked you for taking all of them in. You know, between the yelling and crying.” She hadn't gone about talking to Hopper about everything in the most mature way, but she was freshly seventeen and believed she deserved some grace. After everything, her brother and sisters were safe, in a warm home with someone who took care of them. When Hopper originally took El in, he told her he knew he couldn’t make everyone happy and keep them safe; she understood that.

He chuckled softly. “I get it. I would have done the same thing if I was you. But I am sorry I lied; it was the only way I knew how to keep both of you girls safe. I just…” he sighed deeply. “I should have gone about it better.” 

“Maybe.” Sunshine shrugged. “But, if you had, the twins probably wouldn’t have found their way here. So, I guess it all kind of worked out.” 

“Come on, we’re gonna be late!” Leia shouted, grabbing their attention. Hopper nudged Sunshine’s shoulder and pushed her toward the trio of kids to join their photo. All four of them, dressed up and radiating a newfound happiness, smiled for the camera. For one night, they were nothing more than normal kids attending a school dance with their friends, and they couldn’t wait. 

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Steve parked his car outside Hawkins Middle just as it started to snow. In the passenger’s seat, Dustin combed his hair for the hundredth time and checked his appearance in the rearview mirror. Steve had to bite back a laugh at the kid’s nervousness. 

“All right, buddy. Here we are.” They had spent the whole afternoon going over how Dustin was going to absolutely kill it at his first school dance. None of the kids went to the Snowball the year before because they spent the time with a recovering Will. That only added to the kid’s nerves. Steve and Dustin’s mother, who insisted on feeding Steve dinner, tried to reassure Dustin that everything would be fine, especially with the group of friends he had. “Remember, once you get in there-” 

“Pretend like I don’t care,” Dustin repeated the advice Steve had given him. His hands reached back up to his styled hair, but Steve swatted his hand away. 

“Hey, you look great. You’re going to go in, looking like a million bucks, and you’re going to slay ‘em dead.” 

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Dustin let out a deep breath before opening the car door. 

“Good luck!” Steve was ready to spend his night alone, waiting to pick Dustin up and listen to how Steve had been right. Hell, maybe Dustin would even dance with a girl or play some epic prank on one of his teachers. Steve just wanted the kid to enjoy himself. 

However, Dustin paused halfway out of the car. “Actually, you know what? You should come inside.” 

“What?” Steve scrunched up his face. He didn’t have many fond memories of middle school or more like they were a blur of boring days followed by basketball practices. He didn’t want to step foot back inside Hawkins Middle, and Dustin was a big kid, he didn’t need Steve to walk him inside. “It’s a middle school dance, dude. I’m not going in there.” 

Dustin tapped his fingers against the roof of the car, looking between Steve and something outside. Steve went to peer out his window at what the kid was looking at, but Dustin spoke again. “No! I know that, but still, you should. Trust me.” 

“I’ll pass.” Steve had grown somewhat accustomed to his quiet nights alone at home. It wasn’t like he had a girlfriend anymore and Sunshine spent most of her time with her long-lost siblings, which he couldn’t complain about because she was undeniably much happier than she had been the past year with everyone safe and sound and in arms reach. Steve started to enjoy his own company, sprinkled in with visits from Dustin and catching Sunshine at her mother’s store on the weekends. 

“I’ll pick you up when this thing is over and you can tell me all about it, okay?” 

Dustin was relentless. “Come on. You’re not scared to walk past your ex-girlfriend, are you?” 

That was another thing; Nancy was working the dance along with Jonathan. It didn’t feel unreasonable that Steve didn’t want to hang out at the same event with his ex and the guy she liked. Steve wasn’t on bad terms with Nancy or Jonathan, but he already saw enough of them at school, he didn’t need to see them on weekends too. 

“No,” Steve lied. “I’m not scared, dipshit. I’m just…I don’t need to be here. I’m not chaperoning.” 

“Steve,” Dustin’s face grew serious, and he leaned further into the car. “I am doing this for you. Come inside. Five minutes; five minutes, that’s all I’m asking.” 

“You’re not taking no for an answer, are you?” Dustin shook his head. With a groan, Steve removed his keys and left his car. “Fine. Five minutes, Henderson, then I’m leaving.” 

There was a glint of something Steve couldn’t place in Dustin’s eyes, but he didn’t have time to question it before the kid dragged him inside the decorated gym. Steve was sure they reused the same decoration from his Snowball. It looked nearly the same, but the kids looked younger than he remembered and the teachers older. 

Dustin led them through the masses of kids until they reached a familiar group surrounding one of the tables lining the back wall.

“What the hell happened to you?” Was the first thing said to Dustin. Everyone stared at Dustin’s styled hair and gaped. Max reached up to touch it, but Dustin lightly smacked her hand away. 

“Your hair!” Will smiled, looking more alive than he had in a while. His cheeks were flushed and there was no trace of what he’d been through on his face. Will had always been a smaller kid, bony and skinny like Jonathan, but at least he looked to a little taller and held his head up a little higher. 

“Pretty sweet, huh?” 

One of the newest members of the group, Leia, nodded in approval. “Totally sweet.” 

The click of heels sounded from behind them, and Dustin whipped his head around. A mischievous smile twisted up on Dustin’s lips as he said, “Oh, hi Sunshine.” 

Steve spun around quickly, maybe a little too quickly. Sunshine approached them with a little wave. She was dressed up like everyone else at the dance, in a dress that sparkled in the warm light of the string lights overhead. Even without the use of her powers, she still managed to glow brightly. 

“Dustin! You look amazing!” The kid blushed at Sunshine’s compliment. 

“Thanks. We’re all gonna go raid the snack table. Have fun!” Dustin rushed out in one breath before he ushered the entire party off toward the table full of homemade sweets from the PTA, and left Steve confused and alone with Sunshine. 

That little shit, Steve thought. 

Sunshine didn’t seem phased that the kids left, probably because she wasn’t dragged inside and then abandoned. He didn’t know why he felt unprepared to be there or to talk to Sunshine. Steve talked to Sunshine all of the time; they were friends after all. But there was something that felt odd. Maybe it was the childhood nostalgia that hit him being back in the middle school gym. Maybe it was the way Sunshine smiled at him with makeup that prettily glittered on the face. 

He cleared his throat, disrupting his thoughts. “You look nice,” he said. The words were clunky coming out and he was suddenly hyper-aware of every movement he had and word he said. His hands smoothed down the fabric of his red sweater that he’d found on his floor that afternoon. He silently cursed at himself for not spending a little longer fixing his hair or making sure his jeans didn’t have holes in them. 

Though, his worries were quelled as Sunshine said, “Thank you. You look nice, too.” Steve let out a small breath. “What’re you doing here?” 

“Honestly? I don’t really know.” Steve gazed over at Dustin, who was tossing pieces of candy into Leia and Luke’s mouths before one of the teachers scolded them. “Dustin made me come in here and then ditched me. What about you?” From the dress and heels she wore, Steve wondered if she was helping chaperon with Nancy. 

“Hopper let the kids have a night out of the cabin and since I’ve never been to a Snowball before, he said I should come too. I wanted to keep an eye on them.” 

It continued to shock Steve at how many things Sunshine had yet to experience. Little things he never thought twice about, like school dances, meant more than he could understand to Sunshine and her siblings. They had unfairly missed out on so much. 

“This is your first school dance.” Steve whistled lowly. “Man, I remember my first Snowball. A week before the dance, my dad made me get a buzz cut.” Sunshine gasped. “I know, it’s hard to picture me without my best feature.” 

Sunshine laughed, and Steve felt almost triumphant. When she laughed, her teeth showed, and little creases formed by the corners of her eyes. 

“But it’s true,” he continued. “My mom picked out this awful blue suit for me to wear and I spent most of the night on those very bleachers. It was pretty miserable until Tommy H. offered me a cigarette. We spent the rest of the dance smoking out back and making fun of everyone in our grade until our parents showed up. It wasn’t the best night of my life, but I guess not the worst either.” Tommy H. had never been the best of friends, but he had once been a comfortable constant in Steve’s life. Steve didn’t necessarily miss Tommy’s asshole-ery, but he did miss having a friend who knew him as well as Tommy had.

“I watched school dances in movies, but this isn’t exactly what I thought it’d be like,” she admitted, toying with the sleeves of her dress. 

“What did you expect?” 

“Less middle schoolers.” 

Steve looked around at the sea of short, awkward, middle schoolers swaying at arm's length from one another when an idea sprouted in his head. His heart beat a little quicker in his chest, stupidly, like he was suddenly a middle schooler himself standing in front of a pretty girl. Steve Harrington didn’t get nervous, he reminded himself. 

“Since it’s your first school dance, you should probably dance with someone who’s taller than you and has a legal driver's license.” 

Sunshine furrowed her brows. “What?” 

“Do you want to dance?” He held out his hand, and for one horrible moment, he feared he completely embarrassed himself. His fear was quickly washed away when her eyes lit up and she took his hand in hers. He found a spot in the gym near the back of the dance floor where it was less crowded. 

She looked around, concentrating on the kids around them like she was looking for something. Steve quickly realized she was trying to figure out how to dance. 

“It’s easy,” Steve said, earning her attention. “Dancing. It’s easy. Give me your other hand.” She placed her other hand in his. “Your hands go here.” He lifted her hands to his shoulders, and she stepped a little closer. Her deep golden eyes peered into him, making him a little more nervous than he expected. 

“And mine go here.” Steve hesitated, holding his hands just above the fabric of her dress that covered his hips. “Um, is this okay?” he asked, voice quiet as they stood close enough that he could make out the little white scar on the corner of her mouth from a couple of weeks ago. 

Sunshine nodded and he rested his hands on her hips. To the slow beat of the music, they swayed together. The light twinkled above them like stars, and there was a sweet kind of innocence that settled over them. Steve felt less heavy, and he could almost pretend that he was back in middle school in a world where Sunshine never disappeared, and they were never apart. Maybe he would have asked her to the Snowball when they were fourteen, all awkward limbs and shy smiles. He wondered how different things would have been if the world hadn’t been so unfair. 

Steve liked to think that moment was the universe’s way of apologizing to all of them. From that point on, hearts would be mended, kids would return to the playground, and everyone would be free from the darkness that was shut out of Hawkins. 

But, as they danced in the warm gymnasium, darkness still lingered in their world, stirring in the brisk winter air.  Up in the mayor of Hawkins’s office, stale coffee remained untouched on top of newly purchased land deeds and left rings on top of fine print that the man didn’t read closely enough. What was he to worry about? The small town needed a change; he’d go down as a hero, he was sure of it. 

A couple state away, a man pulled his hood up and kept his head down. All he had was the coat on his back and a crinkled picture of his wife and son in his pocket. 

Blood was washed from the floor of Hawkins National Laboratory and the door was locked for good. 

And across the world, a plan was set into motion. Destination: Hawkins, Indiana. 

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Divine Intervention | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Goddess!Reader

Genre: smut, hurt/comfort if you squint, Goddess!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: kissing, lots of taking holy names in vain, heavy petting, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), hand job, grinding, riding, unprotected sex (gods don't really do contraception), literal sex on the beach, there's a lot of mutual adoration going on here, needy Jungkook, praise kink Jungkook, reader is the Goddess Astraea, reference to animal sacrifice (an offering made before fic starts)

Word Count: 6.5K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: “Tell me, Jungkook. Will you worship me tonight with all of you?”

Jungkook summons his beloved goddess, and she seeks to reward his devotion.

A/N: So I hadn't intended on writing a birthday fic for Jungkook while I work on the latest Paradise chapter, but then this idea hit me on Thursday and the next thing I knew I had 2,000 words for the start of a new story. 😵‍💫 Perhaps I had some divine inspiration of my own? Anyway, I grew up obsessed with Greek mythology, so this was probably inevitable. Some of the names invoked might be a little unfamiliar, so I've explained them below. Thanks to @reliablemitten for the title!

Glossary of Names: Astraea is the star-maiden goddess of innocence, purity, and precision. Selene is the goddess of the moon. The Moirai are the Fates. Polyhymnia is the Muse of sacred poetry, sacred hymn, dance and eloquence. Mnemosyne is the goddess of memory. Eos is the goddess of the dawn. Morpheus is the god of dreams. Chronos is the Titan personification of Time.

Unbeta'd as usual. As always, I'd love to hear what you think! My inbox is open 💕

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It has been a very long time since you last walked upon the earth. The sand beneath your feet is softer than you remember. Tiny grains stick to your soles as you wander along the surf. The ocean stirs in the rising light of the moon, waves dancing as Selene begins her evening journey across the sky.

After all this time, there is a believer. You heard their prayer from your perch in the heavens. So many years have passed since someone invoked your name. Not merely years. Ages. Centuries have come and gone without so much as a whisper.  

A pyre burns several yards down the shore. The scent of burning flesh mixes with the salty sea air, tantalizing and crisp. A water deer. This follower has brought you an offering. 

You must know more. The wind stirs and a little bird crouches where you once stood. It hops forward, towards the tall figure bent over the flickering flames. 

Jungkook sighs, warming his fingers over the fire. He mutters the words again, a low chant under his breath. “Beloved Astraea, Goddess of innocence and purity. Oh, sweet star-maiden, hear my prayer!” He tosses another branch on the pile, watching as the orange flames envelop it, lost in his recitation. “I pray to you now for justice. End our suffering and bring the golden age we were promised! Please, I beg of you, hear my prayer!” 

A slight rustling draws his attention. He glances down. A bird sits at his feet, a little thing with a white body and a black crown and back. A night heron. It glances up at him with a red eye, head cocked as if in curiosity. 

Jungkook smiles a toothy grin, nose scrunching in delight. “Have you come to answer my prayer, little bird?” 

“Quok,” says the heron, head tilting the other way. 

Reaching into his knapsack, Jungkook pulls out the remnants of the meal that he’d eaten during his hike across the countryside. He scatters some nuts and seeds on the sand. The heron doesn’t peck at the grains but continues to watch him for another minute or two. 

“It’s all right, you can have the rest. I don’t need it.” He isn’t sure why he’s talking to the bird. But he has the strange sense that it can understand him, as the heron begins to snap up the seeds with its long beak a moment later.

As his new friend enjoys the rest of his meal, Jungkook tends to the fire. A dark curl springs free from his ponytail and he tucks it behind his ear, smearing soot across his cheek. The white tunic and pants he wears are similarly stained from his dirty hands.

He is so tired. Building a pyre was exhausting work. As was hunting the water deer earlier today. But the ache he feels goes deeper than muscle and bone. Sighing, he rubs a shaking hand over his brow, careful not to get ash in his eyes.

“Quok?” 

He laughs as the heron hops closer. Those red eyes would be alarming if the animal weren’t so cute. “I’m okay, little bird. Just tired.”

“Quok.” 

Jungkook settles himself on his knees, bowing his head. The carcass is ablaze now, the stench filling his nostrils unpleasantly. Jungkook does not eat meat, but his Goddess does. He inhales through his mouth before repeating his prayer again. 

Once Jungkook has finished his invocation, he gazes at the night sky, searching for any signs. The dark inky blue of space stares back at him impassively. But the stars dotting the expansiveness wink merrily, as if to encourage him on. 

The heron is still next to him, plumage ruffling as it hunkers on the sand. Jungkook smiles sadly at it. “Doesn’t look like it’s working, does it? I should probably just give up. But I can’t. This world is sick, little bird. It needs to be saved. And I don’t think anyone else is going to try. How can I give up?”

The thick smoke wafting from the pyre begins to swirl into the sky as a sudden breeze kicks up. Jungkook yelps as a blinding light fills his vision, searing white. Jumping away from the fire, he throws his arm over his face, confused and frightened. 

“Do not be afraid, precious one,” a mellifluous voice murmurs soothingly. As the glow begins to dim, he opens his eyes to find a woman standing next to him, wrapped in a golden tunic that seems to shimmer in the moonlight. Curvy and comely, her lustrous beauty renders him speechless. But beyond her physical appearance, a powerful aura radiates from her that is unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

“Who - who are you?” he eventually stammers, dark brown eyes wide with surprise. Where did you come from? He hasn’t seen another soul in hours, intentionally chose a remote beach far from the nearest town for his sacrifice.

“You know who I am,” you reply with a husky laugh. His heart flutters in his chest at the happy sound, like a bird yearning to follow the sweet song of its mate. “Were you not just chanting my name?” 

“Astraea!” He falls to the ground, head touching the sand as he prostrates himself before you. “Beloved Goddess! It is you?!” 

“It is. And I thank you for your offering.” You wave your hand to gesture at the pyre. The smoldering beast is gone. Jungkook blinks in shock. “It has been a very long time since I have feasted on such delicious meat.”

He lowers his head, hiding a shy grin. He has pleased you. His heart swells with pride. “I am glad that you enjoyed it.” 

You smile beatifically, and Jungkook swears the stars shine a little brighter. “Rise, precious one, and tell me why you have summoned me here.” 

He does so hesitantly, not quite believing this is real. It is only the sting of the cold night air and the grit of the sand poking into his toes that lets him know that this is not a dream. 

“Beloved Astraea, I have called you to… to beg you to save this world. Humans have brought nothing but ruin and destruction with their greed.” He pauses to take another slow, fortifying breath, hoping to steady the quivering of his voice. “I have been studying the old gods for years now, trying to find someone to help us. I read that you had promised to return to the earth one day to usher in a golden age of peace. That is why I have summoned you here tonight. Please, dear Goddess, have mercy on us.”

“You wish for me to save this world? That is a lot to ask of your Goddess.” Your voice is firm - not unkind, but with a force behind it that makes Jungkook itch to kneel again. To supplicate himself completely. But he stands as you have asked, head bowed, eyes fixed on the ground in front of you. 

So he does not see the sparkle in your own eyes as you ask, “Do you think that a single water deer is a sufficient sacrifice for such a request? Why should I grant you this?”

His eyes widen, but he doesn’t lift his head. “I am sorry, my Goddess. I know that you love the animal, but there are so few these days… it was all I could manage to hunt.” Fingers twisting in the hem of his tunic, he wishes that he had done more. Wishes that he was more. “I have spent years studying you. Traveled the world over to learn everything I could. Gave up my home, all my possessions, my - my relationships.” He finally tips his head up to glance at your face. It’s too much, your resplendence wraps his tongue in knots, and he quickly averts his gaze so he can speak. “I have sacrificed everything for you. Please. Am I… enough?” 

The swell of the ocean behind him fills his ears as he waits for your response, heart nearly beating out of his chest. Hoping that you will deem him worthy, but assuming you won’t. Then he gasps as you gently grasp his chin, turning his head until your eyes lock onto his. Your irises are a dazzling golden shade, quite unearthly, gleaming with a playful curiosity.

All the blood in his head rushes away from his face and directly to his groin.

“You have given up everything? Devoted yourself entirely to me, and no one else?” 

The longer you hold his jaw, the more he hardens. He wants you to stop. He wants you to never stop. He wants you to hold him elsewhere. He needs to rid himself of these debasing thoughts and focus on your glory. But his flesh is weak, and his erection grows stronger.

“Yes,” he whispers finally. “Only you. I am yours.” 

Searching his gaze for lies, you find only the truth. He hides nothing. If you asked him to jump on the pyre right now, to give the last bit of life he has left to you, Hercules himself could not stop him. 

How can you not reward such devotion? 

“Very well.” Releasing his chin, you step back, raising your arms to the heavens. 

As Jungkook drops to his knees in awe, you rise into the air, enveloped in a brilliant white light. Again, he has to guard his eyes so they do not burn out of his skull. His heart beats faster than ever before. It worked? He’s really saved everyone??

“I call upon every star in the night sky - brothers and sisters, lend me your strength, your power!” you thunder, and Jungkook quakes where he lays. “I will strike this world down in a cleansing fire and start anew! Let it BURN!” Your sonorous voice whips around the two of you and the pyre is extinguished by its might alone. 

“What?!” Jungkook shouts into the roar. He still cannot see you, unable to open his eyes for more than a second lest he be struck blind. “No! Please, Goddess, no!” 

Instantly, the din dies away. The light fades enough that he peeks at you with narrowed eyes. 

“No? You do not wish for me to cleanse this world?” 

Jungkook thinks his heart might explode. This isn’t what he’d wanted at all. Has he made a mistake? “I thought… the ancient myths said that you would return one day and bring a Golden Age to the earth. And the world would know peace.” 

“Yes, precious one.” Returning to your mortal form, you approach the protective little ball that Jungkook has curled into. “And this is what that means. A Golden Age, without mortals. A planet in balance with itself again. A new beginning.” You tilt your head sympathetically. “One born of humanity’s end.” 

“I.. I do not want that.” His voice is quiet, as if he is afraid that he might stir your anger. “I only wanted to help them, not hurt them. There must be some way to help. But not like this.” He gazes at you, dark eyes full of sorrow, and your ancient heart stirs with a pang of sudden tenderness, for this tortured soul. “Please, Goddess.” 

More of Jungkook’s hair has shaken loose from his hair tie thanks to the fury earlier, and strands float around his face, catching in the cool night air as you sigh softly. “Rise again, precious one. Do not fear. I will not burn the world tonight. Or any other night.”

“You won’t?” 

You shake your head. “No. I could not, even if I wanted to.”

The bewilderment on his face makes you giggle, a delicate chiming like the ringing of bells. It’s a delightful sound. Even in his confusion, it sends Jungkook's heart racing.

“I am bound by the work of the Moirai just as you are. The fate of this world was decided long ago. As was mine. And it is not for me to destroy this world.” You pause, letting the words sink in. “Nor is it for me to save it.” 

“Then if you could not…” he trails off, trying to understand.

“I was merely enjoying myself. I am sorry, precious one. I do not mean to cause you pain or distress. I simply could not help myself. It has been a long time since I’ve had the chance to demonstrate my might.” You grin, and he is startled at how human the action is. 

“Then, there won’t be a Golden Age for us after all.” He’s still measuring your words in his mind. Comprehending their weight.

“No. I am afraid that it is not written in the stars.” 

Jungkook blinks slowly. “Is that - is that a joke?” 

The joy he felt at the dainty peals of your giggles pales in comparison to the pure euphoria he experiences as you burst into full-bodied laughter. It’s like every cell in his body reverberates with the wondrous sound. Soon he too joins in. 

There is something about this disciple of yours that pleases you far beyond any before. Such a lovely soul he has, to say nothing of that enchanting smile. Perhaps it's just the effect of having someone believe in you for the first time since you fled this world ages ago, to hide away amongst the stars. Whatever it is, you feel invigorated. Alive again after so long. 

But as his laughter fades, Jungkook's wide eyes fill with sadness, and you furrow your brow. “I am sorry, precious one. I know that this is not what you had hoped to hear. It is very kind of you to wish for such a thing, but I cannot grant it. But you have summoned me, and I am here now. Is there anything else that I could give you instead? Another way to reward your faithfulness?” 

He is lost for words. You wish to reward him? 

When he does not answer, you take another step towards him, until you are close enough that he can feel your breath on his face. His catches.

“Perhaps I can comfort you, at least?” 

As you move to embrace him, he suddenly draws away, turning his back to you. 

“Precious one?”

Staring out over the ocean, he hunches over himself slightly, trying to cover his bulge. He’s still so hard. Even in his complete fear earlier, it never went away. Why can’t he control himself? “Why do you keep calling me that?” 

“Because you are. Your mortal life is short, and therefore precious. Would you prefer that I call you by your name, Jungkook?” 

He glances back at you in surprise. “When did you - I never said - “

Only Selene shines brighter than your smile. “Of course I know your name. But why do you turn away?” 

“I - I can’t… I do not want to sully you, my Goddess.” 

“Sully?” Frowning, you reach out, touching his shoulder. Your fingers are so warm, the heat bleeding through the loose folds of his shirt. He moans at the sensation, and shrinks further into himself, ashamed. 

Oh. Of course. Another silly myth. These mortals have always told such ridiculous tales. 

“Do not hide yourself from me. There is nothing shameful about your body. When you worship me, you should do so with all of you.” Your hand on Jungkook’s shoulder tugs at him, urging him to turn. He obeys, but shame clings to him, etched into the sharp angles of his face. “Not just with this,” your fingers brush his forehead, “or this,” now they press over his heart, “but with everything.” Warmth lingers where your fingers have been, as if a fire is being lit inside him, ember by ember.

But you haven’t pulled away. As your hand trails down his chest and over his stomach, he sucks in a quick breath. Surely, you’re not going to - 

Gently, you palm his erection. Stroke its length lovingly, fingertips curling around, making Jungkook’s eyes roll back in his head. 

“Goddess!” 

“Yes, precious one, I am here.” 

You’re teasing him. He can hear it in your tone. And feel it in the way you drag your fingers excruciatingly slowly along his cock. Again, he struggles to accept that any of this is happening. 

“But you - you are…” The words stick in his throat, choking him as your hand continues to fondle. You flash him an encouraging smile and he tries again. “The myths describe you as the virgin maiden of innocence and p-purity. I don’t wish to…” His sentence dissolves into a wordless cry as you lightly squeeze him through his pants.

“To what? To defile me?” His wanton groan makes you laugh. 

You aren’t impervious to his good looks. Truly, he is one of the most beautiful mortals you’ve ever seen, with a face that would send Aphrodite into one of her legendary furies. And his body - so broad and strong, toned muscles flexing as he strains to hold himself still and not rut into your hand like he so desperately wants. 

No, you’re not immune at all, and the more he resists, the more you want to make him fall apart. 

“Once again, I fear that you have given too much credence to the stories you have read, precious one. Yes, I protect the innocent and the pure, but the virgin epithet was never my doing.” You finally release your grip on him, and he relaxes, but only very slightly. “The withered old men who spun those tales made assumptions. As if purity is only possible for those who remain unbedded.” Scoffing, you give him a wry smile. “As if any of them were ever pure themselves, even before they participated in such delights. How did they become the authority?" 

His mouth opens and closes a few times as he absorbs everything you’ve said, unsure of how to respond. There is only one thing that he wants right now if you wish to reward him yet. But even after your reassuring explanation, he still cannot bring himself to utter the words.

You don’t wait for him to say anything, gliding forward to cup his face in your hands. Your thumbs brush over his high cheekbones and he sighs as a wave of contentment washes over him, seeping deep into his bones. The sparks in your eyes glow as you speak.

“This world may be wicked, but I can see that your heart is pure. As long as there are such as you in the world, there is hope yet. So do not worry yourself for tonight. I cannot save this world, but perhaps you will. One day.”

His buoyant heart feels as though it might take flight. He takes great comfort in what you tell him. And yet…

As he stands there, basking in your affection, it’s not quite enough. He yearns for more. Not just more of your praise, but more of your touch. But who is he to ask? Instead, he gazes at you with such open longing that you giggle in amusement.

“Tell me, Jungkook. Will you worship me tonight with all of you?” Cheeks still in your hands, he bites his lip, then nods. “Then I will do the same. If that is what you want.” 

Yes. Goddess yes, this is exactly what he wants. He nods again.

The corner of your mouth lifts. “I need to hear you say it, precious one. Tell me what you want.” 

Somehow, despite the wild hammering of his heart, his voice does not tremble. “I want you, Goddess.” 

The wind stirs, kicking up sand, and he shields his eyes with a shaking hand. When he looks again, the smoking ruins of his pyre are gone. In its place is a gentle fire, lighting a stretch of sand where a velvet cloth has been spread, the same shade of gold as your tunic, which has also vanished.

Jungkook knows that he shouldn’t stare, but he doesn’t have the power to look away, drinking in your naked form like a man taking his first sip of water after wandering the desert for years. 

Looking alone doesn’t quench his thirst. He aches to touch. 

But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just waits for your command. 

“Undress yourself for me.”

His fingers grip at the hem of his shirt, yanking the worn material over his head. You admire the way his biceps ripple in the flickering light of the fire as he tosses his clothing onto the edge of the blanket. And his Adonis belt, carved almost as finely as the statues of the gods that they sculpted in ancient days. He lets his hair down, shaking it loose from the hair tie. You can feel arousal starting to flow out of you as you wait, impatience suddenly rising. What is this feeling?

Ah. Need. You need him. 

So, you hold out your hands, beckoning. “Come, Jungkook. Come adore your Goddess.” 

He moves with the speed of Hermes, swiftly taking you in his arms. There is something reverent in the way he kisses you, imparting his devotion by holding back a little, chastely pressing his lips to yours. But soon he feels your tongue flicking against him, and before long he's thrusting his own into your mouth, eyes widening when you start to suck, caught off guard by the filthy action. For a heavenly creature, you kiss so wickedly. 

His chest tickles from your merry laughter as you pull him down to the silky fabric on the ground, covering your body with his. You try to recall the last time you had a mortal pressed between your legs like this and cannot. Even so, you’re sure none have ever felt this good before. His skin is cool where yours is hot, rough where yours is smooth, sharp where yours is soft. The contrasting sensations spur you to hold him tighter, seeking more of him. A thought occurs to you, and you giggle into his kiss, prompting him to break away.

“What is it?” he pants, face flushed as he peers at you with inquisitive eyes. Are you laughing at his eagerness?

“Nothing,” you reassure him, tucking a strand of long hair behind his ear. “I was just thinking that you’re absolutely divine.” You fondly tap a finger on the tip of his nose, and he ducks his head, flush deepening to a bold crimson. 

“Goddess,” he murmurs bashfully, mouth brushing against your neck. 

“Jungkook,” you reply playfully, fingers carding through his hair, nails raking over his scalp. He shivers uncontrollably and whispers your name into your burning skin. Offering a hushed prayer. Wrapping his dark roots around your fingers, you tug a little, and the whisper becomes a dulcet note. “Sing for me, my precious one. Let Polyhymnia lend you her voice so you can sing my name!” 

“Astraea,” he whimpers melodiously, rolling his hips into yours. “Beloved Astraea!” The pressure of his hard cock rubbing against your cunt leaves you keening, and emboldened by the sweet sound, he decides that you should be the one to sing. So he eases himself down your body, painting your neck and throat in hungry kisses, until he reaches your breasts.

Despite the chill in the air, a faint sheen of sweat covers your skin. Jungkook tongues at the drops, noting the salty tang. It tastes so human, he could almost believe that you’re another mortal lying here underneath him. If his eyes were closed, at least. Looking at you, there’s no way he could believe that you were anything less than the magnificent celestial being you are.

You sigh happily as his tongue swirls around one of your nipples, drenching the bud with saliva before he takes it into his mouth. “Yes, Jungkook,” you gasp, encouraging him to repeat the action with the other breast. He alternates between them for a few delicious moments, bathing you with his hot breath and luscious tongue, hands groping and kneading, enjoying your sighs until your hips start to buck under his chest, begging for his attention. 

“Please, precious one,” you whisper, and his gaze finds yours. “Your Goddess needs you.” 

The naked lust in your expression flames the fire inside him into a wild conflagration. He knows now that there’s no reason to hold back. You asked him to give all of himself, and he will. 

“Yes, Goddess,” he nods, mouth falling open as his tongue traces down your navel. The wet muscle dips into your belly button, making your stomach twinge, and you gasp as you feel his fingers sliding through the wetness between your legs. His breath hitches at the arousal that coats his hand. “Is this where you need me?” 

With a breathless nod from you, he shifts, settling himself further down on the cloth, legs hanging over the edge as he nudges yours apart. He props himself on his elbows and peers at you for a moment, savoring the view. It’s surreal, so unbelievable, that he could be here right now, gazing down at a literal Goddess, spread before him like a sumptuous feast.

He resolves not to waste a single moment and leans forward to press his zealous tongue to your soaking slit. 

He starts with small motions. Kisses your lips before opening you up, revealing your pretty pussy to his waiting mouth. The wind carries your angelic cries directly to his ear as he licks away, dragging the flat of his tongue through and around your entrance. He trails higher, seeking the tiny pearl throbbing above it, mouth latching on as you groan. 

When he feels you growing restless with the way he circles around but doesn’t quite reach where you need him most, deep inside, he gives in, and one of his long fingers parts your nether lips. 

“Ah, Jungkook!” 

He watches you with hooded eyes as you react to his ministrations. He was right. Of the two of you, you are the singer, turning the two syllables of his name into a glorious song, a repeating melody that you trill over and over. Not that he is quiet as he plunges another finger inside you, mouth finding your clit again. He whines into you, grinding his dick against the blanket beneath him, nearly delirious with desire. Every little noise, every little movement you make drives him closer to frenzy, and he has to pull away for a second to breathe deeply, calm himself enough to stay in the moment.

"Jungkook, m-my precious one, you devour your Goddess like a beast. Are you sure, ahh! Are you sure you are mortal?" you stutter, lifting your head to catch his eye, only to drop back with a gasp when he gives a particularly sharp suck to your clit.

“I live to serve you,” he husks, smirking, a brief flash of bravado before he buries his face again. 

Though it’s been literal ages since you were last brought to the precipice like this, you recognize that you’re teetering on the edge of your orgasm. Your disciple’s talented tongue and hands have found the perfect rhythm, and the tension inside you builds. You clutch at your breasts, running one hand over your dewy skin while the other grabs at Jungkook, fingers wrapping around his bicep, squeezing hard. He merely grunts, chin nearly dripping with your slickness, too focused to mind.

Gods, but you've forgotten what wonders mortals are capable of! No wonder Zeus was constantly slipping away to cavort with the earthbound. Jungkook's mouth is relentless, licking and nipping at your tender flesh while his fingers curl and stroke that marvelous soft spot inside you, the one that turns you from an awe-inspiring deity into a mewling, soaking mess.

Jungkook can sense that you’re close when your hand tightens on his arm, vocalizations becoming faster and higher. The realization that you're about to climax because of him makes his cock twitch. Pausing just long enough to throw your legs over his shoulders, bringing your cunt closer to his gluttonous mouth, he returns to his work, eyebrows knitting together in concentration as he praises you with that blessed tongue of his.

His head swims, heavy, like he’s drunk on ambrosia. He’s never tasted the sweet nectar of the Gods himself, but he knows as he suckles at your clit that he doesn’t need to. The burst of honey that alights on his tongue as you cum for him is far more delicious than anything else could be. He groans nearly as loudly as you wail, lapping up every drop while you shudder beneath him.

Soon your cries die away, and you hold your arms open to him. "Jungkook. Come here." 

You kiss him lazily, reveling in the sensation of his soft lips, his skillful tongue. He is heavy on top of you, chest pressing you into the ground, pelvis flush against yours. He grinds into you, and you slide a hand down his side and inward, reaching for his swollen cock, knowing he must need some relief. 

He is so thick and hard in your hand, skin as silky as the velvet that you lie on. You skim your thumb along the vein that runs down the underside of his shaft, smiling as he groans helplessly. When your fingers wrap around his darkened tip and begin to slide, he drops his head to watch. 

“Goddess,” he hisses, “please.” 

“What is it, precious one?” Your strokes grow longer, reaching to the base of his cock and back. 

“I - I won’t last if you keep doing that.” He might explode at any second. Yet he can’t stop his hips as they start to tip forward, trying to thrust into your hand. 

“And that would be bad?” 

He grits his teeth as you twist your hand, thumb tracing over the slit in his head. You can feel his thighs tense as he tries to stave off his end. He succeeds, but just barely. 

You admire his restraint. And want to make him break it. 

“Please, Goddess,” he begs brokenly, propping himself up to meet your eyes. “I don’t want to finish this way.” 

“No? Tell me then, what you want.” 

“Inside you, please.” He finally takes your hand off his throbbing dick  and pins it to the ground, lacing his fingers through yours. He crushes his mouth to your shoulder, brushing hot kisses all over as he mumbles into your neck. “Please, let me fuck you, need to worship you with my cock, please!” 

Instantly, you roll, pushing him onto his back. Caught by surprise, he yields easily, willingly, staring up at you in total adoration. The moonlight bathes you in an ethereal glow as you gaze down at him, eyes glimmering roguishly, lips quirking in a soft smile.

No matter how long he lives, he knows he’ll never see anything as beautiful as his beloved Goddess. 

Your hand finds his hardness again, grips him gently. “Are you ready, precious one?” 

He nods.

Taking a deep breath, you rub his thick head along your folds, gathering the slickness there, before you line him up and start to sink down. 

The guttural groan that escapes you as you take him in shocks you. Your godhood seems to have fled your body, leaving behind nothing but a creature of pure primal desire. You moan once you’re fully seated on Jungkook’s cock, indulging in the incredible fullness that you feel. He twitches inside you, reminding you that you are not the only one in need here. 

Finally, you prepare to reward him. Leaning forward, you place your hands on Jungkook’s chest, ghosting your lips over his as you whisper, “Come, precious Jungkook. Give me everything.” 

His hands suddenly grab your hips tightly. Before you can start to move, he snaps his pelvis up into you. You shout his name, startled, but very pleased, breasts bouncing wildly as he begins to piston away. 

The sight beneath you is transcendent. Jungkook growls, an expression of fierce concentration on his handsome face as he plants his feet on the blanket and thrusts away frantically. You marvel at him with wide eyes, barely blinking, hoping that Mnemosyne will bless you by emblazoning this moment into your memory. Because this is something you never want to forget. The taste of his hungry mouth on yours as he pulls you down for a kiss. The smell of sex in the air, his musk and yours mixing to create something sensual and earthy and raw. The feel of him around you, under you, inside you. 

Oh, Gods, how good he feels inside you. His thick cock hits that glorious spot with every pump. You grip at your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingertips as he pounds into you. 

“Ah, yes, right there! Oh, Jungkook, you worship your Goddess so well!” 

He whines as you extol him loudly. Sweat drips down his face, but he doesn’t pause to wipe it away. All he wants is to please you. To feel you cum around his cock. His own orgasm is rising and bites his tongue, trying to distract from the unbelievable pleasure coursing through him. He’ll be damned if he finishes before you do. 

He releases one of your hips, bringing his hand to his mouth. As you watch curiously, he sucks two fingers into his mouth lewdly, moaning around the digits. You whimper at the debauched noise, then again as he finds your clit, fondling the sensitive nub feverishly.

“Yes, oh, yes, Jungkook! Ah, my precious Jungkook!” It’s happening again. There’s that pleasure building. A divine spark, about to blossom into something extraordinary. 

“Be-beloved Astraea,” Jungkook gasps, feeling you start to clench around him, “my Goddess!” 

“Come now, Jungkook, come, and give me everything, all of you, all of you, all -” Your babbling ceases as your climax crests. 

The spark ignites. 

Your head tosses back as you cum for Jungkook. Your quivering walls grip his cock like a vise, and he loses his rhythm, thrusts becoming jerky and erratic. 

“Astraea!” He sobs your name into the heavens, mouth gaping open as he finishes deep inside you, hot and white. 

The intensity of your climax leaves your legs shaking, clit pulsating under Jungkook’s still-moving fingers. You slump forward onto his chest, and his arms wind around your back, holding you close while he pumps away a few more times, until he’s utterly and completely spent. 

Neither of you speak for a few minutes, too busy panting to say anything. With you melted against him like this, he can feel your heart beating as riotously as his own. 

His fingers trace symbols on your back, composing invisible psalms. Inscribing your skin with the words he can’t say out loud. “Have I pleased you, my Goddess?” 

“Mmmm,” is your muffled response. You lift your face from his shoulder and smile. “Yes, precious one. I am most pleased.” You slip off of him, curling into his side with a blissful sigh. “And you? Was that a sufficient reward?” 

His eyes widen. “I - of course I - that was more than I deserve! I’m not worthy to even have imagined -”

Laughing, you press your lips to his, cutting off his incredulous sputtering. “Breathe, Jungkook. You are worthy of anything I choose to give you. Remember that.” 

He nods, cheeks turning red. After a moment, you turn onto your side, and pull his arm over you, so that your back is pressed against his chest. “Lie here with me for a little while?” 

“Anything for you, my Goddess.” 

He nuzzles his nose into the back of your head, breathing in deeply. Your hair smells like smoke and salt, the fire and ocean air imbuing the strands. But beneath that, there is a note of something ineffable. A scent that is uniquely you. He inhales again, trying to ingrain it into his mind like a brand. 

His arms tighten around your waist as he snuggles closer. After a few minutes, you realize his deep, even breathing means he is asleep. A pleased smile graces your lips as your heavy eyelids begin to close. You give in to the exhaustion that overwhelms your mortal form. Selene has not yet finished her nightly travels. Might as well rest for a little while.

Some time later, you awaken. A soft pink and orange glow over the ocean tells you that Eos stirs, preparing to drive away the night with her golden chariot. Jungkook still slumbers, innocent countenance completely relaxed. Tenderly, you stroke his cheek, and his eyes peek open. 

“Goddess,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. “You’re here. I thought it was a dream.” 

“No, there were no visits from Morpheus tonight,” you laugh, making him smile. He rolls onto his side to face you. “It was very real. And wonderful. But dawn is rising. I must go.” 

His eyebrows gather, and you gently press a finger to the space between them, smoothing away the wrinkle. 

“What is it, precious one?”

He sighs at the concern in your voice. He doesn’t mean to trouble you. “Nothing, my Goddess. I know you cannot stay.” He traces your lips with his thumb, flushing when you press a tiny kiss to his fingertip. “But if I… if I were to summon you again…”

“What would you ask of your Goddess now?” 

A thousand requests flit through his mind, each one greedier than the last. It would be selfish of him to want more. 

If only he were a selfish person.

After a moment of silent reflection, he just smiles. “Maybe the Moirai will bring us together again one day.” 

Beaming, you cup his face. “Anything is possible, precious one. Never lose your hope.”

He presses his mouth to yours. In the sun’s early rays, he kisses you slowly, languidly, trying to stretch these final moments into an eternity. But he is not Chronos, and time will not bend to his will. Before you pull away, you lightly rub your thumbs over his closed eyes, and he shivers as a strange tingle runs down his spine. A spark of warmth.

“Goodbye, my precious Jungkook.” 

“Goodbye, my beloved Astraea.” 

The wind rushes past him, leaving behind an empty silence. He opens his eyes. The blanket remains, as does the simmering ash of the fire. But you are gone. 

The beach is quiet now, save for the sound of waves crashing on the shore. As Jungkook shakes off the last vestiges of sleep, Eos crests the horizon. Jungkook rests his arms on his knees and tips his head back to gaze at the heavens. In the light blue expanse of the morning sky, the stars fade away one by one until only a single gleaming light remains. He smiles, the newfound sparkle in his eye matching the shimmering above.

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[maybankxw]

Cool! So I was thinking maybe you could do one with JJ where the reader is like touch starved but like sexually right cause she's a virgin and hasn't done anything before and J kinda like touches her and she gets turned on and he notices so he's like I'll help you and goes down on her and then sex

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ oral, fem receiving; unprotected sex; ] minors dni!!!

summary: movie night at the chateau with friends

word count: 4k

a/n:  thanks for requesting! enjoy!

links: masterlist / taglist / ask box

any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated! (gif is mine)

Waves splashed across the gravel, soft bonfire light beside me casted a glow over the coast and people playing in the water. JJ was there too.

I was alone, sitting with my legs crossed, sinking my fingers into the soft white sand, shivering slightly as cool wind tickled my skin, while I watched people kissing and hugging and touching, smiling at each other and sneaking around. Fuck my life. 

My gaze landed on JJ — the happiest smile stretched on his lips, his hair weaved in the wind, layering into a perfect mess, his carved chest and arms flexed as he moved through the water, his little necklace dangling on his neck. Him, Kie and Pope splashed in the water, pretending to play run and kill or whatever fucked up game they made. I told them I wasn’t in the mood and they didn’t persist. Sarah and John B kissed in the corner, holding each other tight. They usually made me smile, but today, watching them and other people touching made my stomach sink, my smile fade and question every little detail, desperately trying to find out what’s wrong with me.

I watched a guy place a soft kiss on his girlfriends cheek before leaving to smoke with his friends, a few couples slowly danced at the faint sound of music in the background, someone snuggled next to the bonfire and a little group of people played spin the bottle.

A sigh left me and I laid down, sprawling on the sand, studying the sky that was already lit up with thousands of stars, trying to distract myself from all the overthinking. 

We were at a birthday party, the girl from our school invited us — Delia.

“The dinner is ready, come inside,” someone yelled from the doorway of the house that stood a few meters up from the shore and a huge crowd ran towards the doors, hungry for free food. Fuckers.

Still wind up in my own world, I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the ground, suddenly feeling someone towering over me. My eyes flew open. JJ stood next to me, stretching his arm to help me get up, “Are you going?” “No,” I remained motionless, tracing his body with my eyes, wanting to touch him so bad. I always liked JJ the most out of our friend group, scared to admit I liked him not in a friendly way at all, but I kept it to myself. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

“Come on,” he pouted, “It’s free food we’re talking about? The slower you are, the less we get.”

I scrunched my nose, looking up at him. Abruptly, he grabbed me and swung me over his shoulder, a gasp escaped me, heat crept up my neck, when I felt his firm palm holding the back of my thighs — my bare skin. I was wearing one piece black bathing suit, which tied around my neck, bared my shoulders and my back.

“Let me down,” I protested, holding onto him as he walked, something in my stomach fluttered, annoying me.

“Okay, okay,” he laughed as I smacked my fists into his spine and floundered my legs. His hold on me tightened and I swallowed thickly, before feeling the solid ground underneath my feet again, “Ladies first.”

He let me in and I shoed to the table full of food. I wasn’t hungry much, but I noticed my favourite black forest cake which I could never resist. 

“Hell yeah, I’m gonna enjoy this,” JJ’s voice approached me from behind and I felt his hand on my waist, pulling me to the side a little to get a better view of the table. Nothing in the gesture was supposed to be intimate, but his touch made me shudder. I brushed it off, taking a carton plate and a piece of cake, scooping all the cherries remained.

“Seriously?” he looked at me with a questioning look on his face, eyes darting between my face and my plate, “A cake? That’s it?”

I rolled my eyes, searching for a fork or a spoon. That’s when his chest pressed my spine. His bare chest. My blood boiled. I haven’t been touched by a man before. We were friends, we hugged all the time and our limbs involuntary brushed lots of time, but it never felt like this before, I couldn’t breathe.

My head swivelled back to look at him and our gaze locked, held. His lips parted and his eyes, ocean blue in the bright lamplight, looked at me, my breaths quickened.

“Here,” he flapped a plastic fork in front of me and I snatched it, mouthing ‘thanks’ with a faint smile on my lips, walking towards the table, wanting him to watch me as I walked, I hoped he did, but I didn’t dare to turn and check.

Plopping on the seat, I placed my food in front of me, a girl sat next to my left, I’ve never met her before, the other seat stood empty.

“Can I sit here?” A curly haired boy flashed a smile at me, grabbing the backrest of the chair, pulling it away from the table.

“Sorry, dude,” JJ’s tall frame came from behind, his firm palm landed on guy’s shoulder, slightly pushing him out of the way, “The seat is already taken.”

JJ sat down beside me, his knee brushed my leg and I swallowed thickly, watching John B and Sarah around the table whispering and giggling, kissing each other. Disgusting.

I shoved a mouthful of the cake and chewed, bouncing my leg, nervous, keeping my eyes fixed on my friends. God I hated myself for thinking bad about them, I loved them a lot. But I was so fucking lonely and touched starved I wanted to sit and cry.

Thick male fingers grabbed my thigh to prevent it from bouncing and a whisper lingered in my ear, “Are you okay?” I stopped breathing. JJ’s hand weighed my leg down and he was so close to me I couldn’t move, paralysed. His touch, damn, it felt like heaven.

Blinking quickly, I gasped for air, returning my attention to the boy next to me, he looked somewhat concerned.

“Yeah, why?” I stabbed my cake, unable to look at him anymore, he was driving me fucking insane and I needed out of there.

“You spaced out, I’ve been calling you.”

“Sorry.”

“What were you thinking of?”

I looked at him, licking my dry lips, preparing to speak, but no words came out, “Nothing, I’m okay.”

His hand left my lap and he forked a piece of chicken, taking a bite, still glancing at me and my plate.

We haven’t spoken anymore.

Kie left home, but me, Pope, Sarah and her boyfriend along with JJ decided to spend a night at the Chateau. 

“We’re going to sleep,” Sarah announced, laughing, clinging to John B’s neck, not too drunk but tipsy.

“Goodnight,” I yelled as they walked towards the bedroom, turning on my heels to face Pope and JJ, “What are we gonna do?”

“Movie, I guess?” Pope flipped the TV switch on, sprawling on the couch, JJ plopped on a different one beside me. The two of them laughed and discussed something, making stupid jokes about the main characters, I didn’t have the slightest idea what was the movie about, I didn’t pay attention, too caught up in my thoughts again. I hated how this whole evening affected my mood and nothing was going to fix this, except maybe sleeping it off.

“How about a midnight swim?” JJ inquired, pushing off the couch, stepping through the threshold. We haven’t changed from our swimming clothes yet and I haven’t really been swimming at the party, so I followed, taking water guns that stood in the corner next to the door.

We swam into the ocean, taking in the purple night sky and the stars that painted it, inhaling the cold salty air.

“I brought water guns,” I told JJ, knowing he’d like the idea.

“What?” he laughed, “Why didn’t you tell earlier? Come on, we’re gonna play.”

All of us crawled back to the shore, filling the toys with water and taking one for each.

The yard was lighted with garland we hang about a month ago, a plenty of trees to hide behind. It was fun. We ran around the yard, screaming and laughing, shooting each other, pretending to be hurt or die, renewing the game all over again.

I hid behind a tree, hearing someone walking around, when I ran to shoot, I was caught up in male arms, JJ’s arms. He hugged my by my waist, pulling me close, looking down at me, drops of water scattering down his pretty face and his hair, dripping onto me. I giggled, lost in the moment completely.

“Watch out!” he yelled, spotting Pope and shooting him, still having a firm grip on my waist. My hand involuntary touched his chest, my free arm fired in Pope’s direction as our laugh rumbled through the air.

“We won,” JJ chuckled, grudgingly letting me go, running to his friend and tugging me by my wrist to follow, “Let’s go dry up.”

Back in the house, I dried myself with a towel, soaking my hair up, “I’ll see you guys in the morning,” I mumbled, my feet carried me in the direction of the room that wasn’t occupied.

It was dark, past midnight, I didn’t bother to flip the switch on, so the room bathed in the dim light from the outside. A knock on my bedroom door startled me a little, but I twisted the doorknob, facing JJ.

“Can I come in?”

I looked behind his shoulder, not seeing Pope around. Hesitatingly I stepped away, allowing him in and swinging the door shut.

“Are you okay?” he turned around, looking at me, his arms crossed on his chest. He was still wearing his swimsuit trunks and god forbid me, he looked so hot in them and I wanted to touch that skin. 

“It’s the second time you’re asking me this,” I leaned against the wall, matching his pose, “I told you already, didn’t I?”

He inched closer and I shifted uncomfortably, or more like scared, not of him, but of me and what I was capable of under the spell he weaved at me.

“Well I don’t believe you, that’s why,” he stood a meter away, bracing his hands on the wall behind my head, trapping me, “You’ve been spacing out, looking at people kissing, touching, I noticed.”

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, I hoped he couldn’t see since it was dark, my words froze on my tongue and I let him speak.

“You winced when every time I got close to you, what’s up baby?”

I dropped my gaze down, avoiding his eyes, feeling the lump in my throat growing.

He tipped my chin up, forcing me to look up at him, “You haven’t been touched in a long time, have you?”

“No.”

There was no use to resist him, knowing JJ, he could push anyone to tell the truth without even trying hard.

His thumb grazed my lower lip and I parted them, inhaling his scent, musky, with a hint of something spicy.

“Can I touch you?”

“Please—“

It slipped off, involuntary. Pure desire drove me to do what I did — let him handle me.

“I’ve been wanting to touch you for so long,” he admitted, I didn’t believe him. Boys like him never found attractive someone like me. It’s not that I was ugly or something, but just, not a typical type, not his type.

“But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” his fingertips traced a line to my neck and his lips hovered over mine as he whispered into my mouth, “I still don’t want to, so if you want me to stop, say it.”

I didn’t want him to.

“Have you been kissed?”

I nod. I had a kind of boyfriend, a guy I met one day, he kissed me the first day we met, it didn’t feel right and I hated it and as we got to know each other more he became a total disappointment. Too different from me. It’s easier to pretend he never existed.

“Have you been fingered?”

“Only myself.”

He tensed and grunted but it was barely audible, probably picturing me masturbating, his lips still brushed mine as he spoke.

“Fucked?”

“No,” I whispered embarrassingly, feeling his fingers fiddling with the straps on my neck as he untangled them, letting the top of my swimsuit fall to my waist and bare my chest. Something in my stomach tugged.

“You can stop me at any time.” 

He warned and his lips, soft and warm, claimed mine as he slowly caught my upper one, then lower, still testing the waters, hesitant if I was comfortable. His strong arm held me by my waist and I was grateful, because it felt like I was going to fall. I didn’t want him to stop, ready to take whatever he wanted to give me. Fuck, I was drunk on his presence, so close and this time — intimate.

He stopped kissing me, searching for my eyes, thumbs pressed my nipples and I moaned, leaning into his touch. He did that again, running his palms down, pressing his lips to my neck, “JJ.”

Carrying us to the bed, he dropped down, dragging me close and making me straddle his lap. I felt the slickness gathering between my legs, his palms gripped my hips and I ground on his thick thigh, letting out a strangled moan, throwing my head back. His face buried into my chest as he trailed kisses all over my skin, up to my throat, helping me move, looking at my face — my eyes half closed, lips parted as I tried to breathe steadily.

My nails dug into his shoulders as I rubbed my cunt against his clothed cock. He was hard. Fuck.

He nuzzled my neck, his hot breaths skated over my skin and the wet touch of his lips buzzed my nerves, making me want more.

His hand closed at the back of my head and he pressed his lips to mine. We made out wet and slow, his teeth caught my lip and he dragged it, then soothed, then nibbled, while his hands skimmed my sides and pushed me further into him.

“I need you out of this,” he whispered between the kisses, clutching my swimsuit in his fist, “Please, be naked.”

Standing on my feet in front of him, I dragged the swimsuit down my legs and stepped out of it, shoving to the side. His eyes skimmed my whole body, hungry, waiting, they stopped at my bare pussy and he pulled me closer by my waist. His thumb pressed my clit and his eyes instantly found my face, watching my reaction. I braced my arms over his shoulders, trying to steady myself, feeling the jolts of pleasure that he sent by rubbing it up and down, “Oh god.”

His lips touched my stomach and he nuzzled the soft skin, caressing my slit, my wetness coating his fingertips, “Fuck,” he breathed, planting a feathery kiss, “I’m gonna eat you out.”

I didn’t respond, instead, I pressed his face more into me, feeling a smile growing on his lips. It felt good, his touch left a liquid fire and I was so lost in a moment I forgot our friends were in the next room, forgot we were supposed to be friends and forgot how shitty I felt moments ago.

He propped my leg on the edge of the bed, getting a better view of my cunt, slick and aroused, and before I could do anything, his lips wrapped around my clit, making me scream.

He didn’t tell me to be quiet, he only licked a strap up and then his tongue delved into me, parting me and quickening the pace of his licks. My nails dug into his flesh as I desperately tried to stay silent. Heat flamed my cheeks and my eyelids grew heavier. Abruptly I was lifted up and lowered down to the bed, my ass pressed against the soft mattresses as JJ loomed over me.

“I want you naked too,” I murmured, glancing at the visible erection in his shorts and a nasty smirk curled on his lips as he slipped the cloth off, and settled between my legs.

His lips found the insides of my things as he kissed and nibbled the sensitive skin, avoiding the spot where I needed him the most. My fingers darted to my clit as I started rubbing slow circles on it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he kissed my stomach, “So hot,” his lips tickled my skin as he veered to my chest, “Wet and needy.” This made me moan and arch into his touch. His face levelled mine and he whispered a few inches from my lips, “Since we’re so bare and honest, tell me,” his fingers tightened on my chin as he studied my face, his ashy blond strands falling over his forehead and onto mine, “Have you fantasised about this, about me?”

I bit my lip to prevent from smiling, “Have you?”

“Hell yeah, I have.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be friends?”

“If that’s what you want.” 

We panted, hard, eyes locked together, the space between us heating up, he looked at me like he wanted to kiss me but couldn’t give in yet.

“Yes,” I said firmly, watching the emotion on his face change, “I’ve fantasised about this, about you.” 

He relaxed and a faint smile curled on his lips, my hand closed at the back of his neck, “I always thought I wasn’t the type of girl you’d look at.” 

His smile faded, replaced by a frown, “Why did you think that?” “I’m not like all the girls you hang out with.”

“True,” his thumb swept across my lower lip, “You’re better.”

“Shut up,” I let a laugh slip, shifting under his massive body.

“Make me.”

“Did you lock the door?”

“There’s no lock on this door.”

“What if someone walks in on us?”

“Sarah is fucking John B, trust me she doesn’t care and Pope is dead asleep on the couch, if you don’t scream loud, we’re safe.” He chuckled and a deep rumble of his voice warmed up my chest, his lips claimed mine, soft and demanding and he trailed them to my chin, my throat, making my head swivel back, “Have you really never had sex before?”

“No,” I rasped, embarrassed, letting go of his hair, not sure where to place my hands anymore. He crawled back up to meet my face.

“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“I do, do you?”

“Absolutely.”

His arm stretched out to the nightstand drawer, opening it and taking something out — lube and condoms. I snatched his hand, “Bare, please.”

“I can’t promise to pull out on time,” he gave me a serious look, stilling on the spot.

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”

Even though I haven’t been fucked before, I still took birth control, helped me with my periods and I’ve always known the day will come, so, apparently it did. I wanted to feel him with no fucking rubber between us.

Spreading my legs apart wider, he opened the plastic tube and poured some gel onto me and into his palm, I hissed at the coldness that met my skin. His left hand rubbed the lube over his cock, while his right hand worked on me, making me slightly arch towards his touch.

“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable or want me to stop, okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered back and he pressed the tip of his cock, rubbing me teasingly, involuntary I tended.

“Relax,” he soothed my thigh with his huge palm, pushing his cock just an inch inside, I let a loud breath out, watching as he tried to go deeper.

“You’re doing great,” he murmured, rubbing slow little circles on my clit. I sank into the mattresses and let him handle me. He drove deeper an inch more, the pain shot though my body and I whimpered, but he held me firm and just like that he went all the way down.

“Good girl,” he leaned in and placed a kiss on my lips, slowly bucking his hips back and forth, I cried a little more, but the pain subsided and the pleasure bloomed, making me wrap my legs around his body, my heels dug into his ass as he quickened the pace a little bit.

“JJ,” I brushed my lips against his, “You feel so good, J, oh—“

It felt right, having him on top of me, him being the first one to fuck me and tease me and even though we kind of have just ruined our friendship in a way, he felt too good to grieve about that.

He just shut me with a kiss, while I scratched the path down his back, moaning and lifting my hips to meet his movement.

He slipped out and rolled me onto my stomach, placing a pillow underneath, slowly going all the way in again, so deep, hitting the spot, I didn’t know existed. I relaxed completely, not worrying anymore, whimpering in pleasure, clutching the sheets in my fists, listening to the rhythm of his steady thrusts. I savoured every moment and so did he.

Bracing himself on the headboard, he leaned in and placed a kiss on my shoulder, “If only I knew you felt this good, I would’ve fucked you months ago.”

My pussy clenched at his words and I moaned when his hand found my hip, kneading it ever so slightly as he kept whispering more, his voice low in my ear, “So much better than my fantasies,” his pace quickened as he tangled his hand in my hair, “God, you feel like heaven.”

I smiled to myself, covering his hand with mine as he tightened his hold on my leg, grunting into the skin of my neck. We flipped to the side and suddenly his fingers pinched my clit, making me cry out, “JJ, oh my god,” I reached behind to grasp his hair as he kept pounding, flicking my swollen bud mercilessly.

“Fuck,” his breath burned my skin, “I’m so deep, baby,” his free hand fiddled with my breasts as I threw my head back, my eyes closed, feeling the knot in my stomach unravelling.

“J, please, don’t stop,” I breathed out, tugging on his strands harder, the pressure building up inside, making my nerve endings buzz, “Let me come.”

His chest heaved and his heart pounded as fast as mine, I slapped my hand across my mouth, trying to muffle my scream as much as possible, grasping his hair in my fist, feeling the wave of release washing over me, JJ’s relentless fingers on my clit still moving, spurring me to come harder. His thrusts grew sloppier, I felt his cock jerking inside me, and right when I thought he’d spill inside me, he retrieved, cum rushed out onto my cunt, a few drops reached my stomach and I got lost in a warm enticement of his body, trying to catch my breath, my body hot and sweaty.

I shifted, trying to turn to face him, easing my knees together, already feeling sore, “This was perfect,” I whispered, staring up at him, coiling a strand oh his hair around my finger.

A smile flickered his mouth and a heavy hand rubbed my arm up and down soothingly, pushing me further into him, “We should’ve done this before, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” I chuckled, burying my nose into his chest inhaling the musky scent of his body, “But we aren’t going to do this again.”

“Sure as hell we are,” he laughed too, tipping my chin up, “Didn’t you just say it was perfect?”

“Shut up,” I slapped his arm playfully, crawling on top of him, straddling his waist, “Thank you,” I leaned closer to his face, “I couldn’t have wished for a better first time.”

“I’m so fucking happy it was me.”

“Why?” I smiled, stroking his cheek, noticing his eyes darting between my eyes and my lips.

“Because you will never forget this.”

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 16 -> CH 17

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Jack knew he had to come clean to Dr. Carty about what he did the other night. He was surprisingly not as pissed as he would have expected.

"Jack, if your side effects were this bad then you should have told me. I will send a few new prescriptions to the pharmacy but I want you to start making notes of the side effects every day. We have to figure out a better way for you to get the things you need without wrecking your system." Dr. Carty pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You're lucky she checked on you when she did. You could have died." He scolded softly and Jack nodded his head.

"I know. I guess if I'm going to have a guardian angel, it's probably a good thing she's a nurse that lives next door." Jack could see that Dr. Carty wasn't impressed with the humor.

"You should consider adding her as an emergency contact in the event you decide you want to get a little fast and loose with your medications again." He peered over his glasses and Jack scrunched his face.

"I don't think we're there just yet." Jack didn't want to burden Y/n with so much of his shit so soon. He wanted to build up a connection before she had to be a part of all his demons.

They talked for almost an extra hour, discussing new medications, what they're supposed to do and some of the side effects. Jack made sure to make a list to ask Y/n about the next time he saw her which turned out to be at around 9:30 that night. He saw her taking her evening walk as he sat on the porch reading through googles best medication side effects. He sat the computer down and jogged towards her.

"Hey!" She jumped making him laugh.

"Sorry, you scared me." She pulled her headphones out and pocketed them as he started walking next to her.

"You're looking a lot better. How are you feeling?" Y/n she asked as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I'm feeling a lot better thanks to you. I just wanted to apologize again-"

"Jack please. I'm just glad I was able to get to you in time. I highly suggest switching to weed if you need something to knock you out but that's just my medical opinion." She smiled at him.

"I finally talked to my Doc about the medicine change. I made a list of all the ones he's changing up just in case you want to give an opinion on that too." Jack pulled the list out and she laughed.

"Are you comfortable sharing that with me? I mean you can just tell me about the side effects when they hit. You don't have to-"

"I trust you." Jack pressed and she took the slip of paper. She nodded at the names and handed it back to him.

"These are some good alternatives. I would keep an eye out for dry mouth with this one. They make tabs to put under your tongue if it gets too annoying." Jack smiled at the recommendation.

"Who takes care of you if you're taking care of everyone else?" Jack asked curiously.

"Oh I've taken care of myself since I was young. I don't require a lot of care anyway. You'll be shocked to hear I am insanely boring." She lowered her voice.

"I don't believe that for one second. I'm sure you've got a wild night life that no one knows about. Maybe a secret second job at a club where you can dance in scantly clad clothes to get your kicks." Jack teased.

"So you think I'm a nurse by day and a stripper by night?" She laughed.

"I barely have enough energy to wash my hair let alone change out of scrubs to find some upper body to swing around a pole. Plus I have terrible knees." Jack laughed as she tried to show off a squat and winced.

"Okay so no secret double life. How about hobbies? What do you like to do when you aren't working or taking care of your mom and crazy neighbor?" Jack watched her take a moment to actually think about it.

"I like to read. I like to build things with my hands. I love to paint." Jack let out a belly laugh.

"Well shit why didn't you say that? I have tons of house that needs painting!" Jack gestured over his shoulder towards the house and she shook her head at him.

"I like landscape painting, not free manual labor." She pointed out.

"Maybe you could do a painting for me? My dad was an artist. He has this drawing of the house that kind of got wrecked during the clean out. I would love to get it redone. I'll even pay you for it." Jack offered.

"You don't have to pay me. I'm not an artist. I just like to paint." She blushed. This was kind of the first time Jack had seen a more vulnerable side of Y/n. She always seemed confident in how she presented herself. As a nurse, as a daughter, as a care taker.

"What about you? I think you mentioned you like to write?" Y/n remembered.

"Yeah I'm working on a book about my life...kind of. Changing the names to protect the guilty I suppose." Jack rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I'm sure it'll be great. The horror stories of our lives always make for believable fiction. Most people don't think there are people who actually struggle as writers portray." She paused in front of the front gate and Jack stopped walking.

"Maybe...you could read some of what I have? Let me know how believable it is?" Jack asked nervously earning a sweet smile.

"I would love that, Jack." Jack now felt more anxious than before knowing she might hate his writing or his life story.

"I'm glad you're feeling better. Please call me if you start to feel your breathing getting weird. I'm still worried you're going to have after effects." Y/n touched his arm and he nodded.

"I'm feeling better, I promise but I will call you if anything feels off." Jack promised.

"You can call me too if you need anything...or you know, you just want to talk." Jack took a step further and Y/n laughed.

"You want to talk about all the neighborhood gossip? Did you see Sharon's new gardening outfit? Absolutely scandalous." She teased.

"If Sharon's the one with the red hair and huge tits then yes, absolutely scandalous." Jack's smirk made Y/n hit his chest with the back of her hand.

"Ew Jack! Stop jerking off to the neighbors!" She pushed her way through the gate and Jack threw his hands up.

"What!? You can't just expect me to not take advantage of free tits!? I'm a man!" He defended.

"Now you're hurting my feelings. I thought I was special." She put her hands over her heart.

"You are. You still hold the top spot of best tits in town." Jack admitted. Y/n smiled so brightly her cheeks were blushed as she shook her head.

"Goodnight Jack." She waved over her shoulder and Jack turned back to the road to walk himself home. He took a breath he didn't know he had been holding, worried things would have changed between them. He was ready to make a different kind of connection with Y/n. He just hoped she felt the same way.

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short fic starring jason and his angel from fine as we are, but we want more

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Taking it Slow Part 1

One would think that a bunch of vigilantes would have a strict diet regimen considering that they need to keep their health and physique in check. And for the most part, that’s true. They can afford to eat almost anything since beating up bad guys tend to burn a lot of calories but it’s in good practice to not skip their vegetables. But Dick and Barbara are big believers in “treat yoself” and Jason wasn’t going to miss an opportunity seeing her at Becker’s Best. Tim, well Tim’s pretty easy to convince when there’s coffee involved.

“—and that’s everything you ordered,” she says with a grin, straightening her posture after she’s put down all their plates and drinks. “Call me if you need anything else.”

“Thanks, angel,” Jason says, bringing his plate closer to himself before Dick can snag something. “I think we’re set here.”

“I thought we tried all of Mrs. Becker’s food by now but who would have thought she’d have a secret menu?” Tim cradles his cup of coffee in his hand. There’s a foam design dancing around the edges—“We’ve been trying 3D latte art if you’re interested?” she had suggested when Tim ordered his usual black coffee—and Dick already has his phone out to take photos.

“What can I say? She keeps up with the trends,” she shrugs. “Also, these are like her experimental batches. If they get good feedback, she includes them in her main menu.”

“Well, if she needs some taste testers, you know where to find us,” Dick says excitedly.

She laughs and Jason finds himself smiling. “I’ll let her know. Enjoy your food!”

And Jason doesn’t want her to go, not yet, but he knows that she has other customers, has to take orders and deliver them, but it’s been a while since he’s seen her, since they’ve actually been together, she’s been swamped with making coffee and writing papers since she’s fully recovered from her injuries, and, well, he misses her.

“Hey,” he says, grabbing hold of her wrist to stop her from turning away. And the way her expression changes when she looks at him, the way her customer service smile just brightens, turns genuine, excited, makes Jason feel like a hundred bucks. “What time do you get off later?”

“I’m only here ‘til about one.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up.”

“Oh? Just like that, Mr. Todd?”

“I didn’t think you’d refuse, angel.”

She rolls her eyes fondly. Jason’s noticed that she does a lot of things related to him fondly—that although she scoffs at his bad jokes, she smiles later, that her eyes twinkle even though she tries to glare at him. Recently, every time she looks at him, she looks so fond and he doesn’t know what to do about it yet, just knows that he wants her to keep looking at him like that.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

She eases out of his grip with little effort, he’ll never keep her if she doesn’t want to stay, and she squeezes his arm before she goes back to work. Jason watches her walk away for a second, eyes snapping away when they’ve drifted too low, before he turns his attention back to the table, to his food, and, regrettably, to his family who are staring at him, who were definitely watching the exchange.

“What?” He grouches, embarrassed. He doesn’t like the attention, can already tell he’s not going to like the conversation that follow because of course there’s going to be one.

The Bat family is big on communication even if it takes a bit—a lot for maybe half of them—of work to get them to open up in the first place.

“I can’t believe you’re still flirting in front of my dessert,” Dick starts, scrunching his nose. “C’mon. Have some decency.”

“At least they’re using actual words now,” Barbara laughs into her coffee. “Nice to see that you’re taking the next step, Jason.”

“Next step in what?”

“Your relationship?”

“I, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Jason. We’re all detectives here—no, scratch that. We’re family. You can’t play dumb with us.” Barbara sighs.

“We’re just going to hang out. Like we always do.”

“Sure, like Bernard and me. Total besties.” Tim snorts.

“We are.” Jason insists.

“No, Jay, Roy’s your best friend. Your angel over there, you two have crossed that line ages ago. You’re just the only one who hasn’t noticed.” Dick points his fork at him. Jason swats him because that’s just rude. “Hey!”

“Alfred taught you better than that, Dickie,” Jason scolds. “Pretty sure he also taught you to mind your own business.”

Dick scoffs. “Seriously? Alfred’s the biggest gossip I know.”

“It true,” Barbara nods. “He told us all about your date.”

“He also did tell us not to tell you,” Tim grins. “But I’m pretty sure he knew it was a lost cause.”

Jason groans. He really thought that he could keep this under wraps, that however they acted with one another, treated each other, his family wouldn’t notice the difference. But of course, they did. It seems like they make it a point to notice these things, these changes, developments in his life.

Which should be touching because they’re interested, but Jason feels like he’s a teenager again, trying to hide the fact that he as a crush. It’s mortifying.

“We’re taking it slow.”

“Slow is good,” Barbara encourages.

“Not too slow though. I imagine this has been in the works for years.”

“Shut up, Grayson.”

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a/n: i dont know if alfred really is a gossip. i might just be projecting niles from the nanny

#ficlet #oneshot #jason todd #jason todd reader #jason todd x reader #gotham knights #gotham knights videogame #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #short fic #gotham knights jason todd #jason todd fanfic #jason todd fic

[junniieesbby]

Oh my gosh! Where do I even begin…I would like to wish this precious human the Happiest birthday ever. Our healing boy is someone so precious to me and so many more Moas out there. He has helped me in more ways than I can count. His smile always brightens my day. His laugh makes me laugh. His giggle is the cutest sound in the world. When he is really happy and he smiles so big his nose gets a little scrunched up that to me serotonin. The way he comforts his members and takes care of them as the eldest is an incredible thing to see. His constant goofiness and silly sides are always a sight I want to see. The way he always wants everyone to feel their best and boost their confidence truly shows the type of person he is. His constant comforting words to Moas. The way he loves his Moas unconditionally and the way when he looks at them there's stars in his eyes. He is constantly making sure Moas are happy and healthy and will be the first person to support Moas on what they want to do. The way his mom describes him as healing is the best way to describe someone as precious as Yeonjun. This lovely boy can heal anyone he interacts with. He is so loved by everyone and is constantly praised. The way he gets shy while meeting his seniors and the way he shows nothing but love when meeting his juniors is the sweetest sight. I can never thank this precious boy enough. No amount of “thank yous” could show my gratitude towards him. He has saved my life and pulled me out of a dark place. He has healed my pain and replaced it with joy. Just one look at him and I feel so much better. He makes my world better just by being in it. I’m so happy to have him as a role model. He has shown me that it is okay to take things slow. It is okay to work at your own pace. It is okay to create your own path and not follow the road. Can we talk about the talent this precious boy has. He can rap, sing, dance, model, and (act hehe my cutie) what can't he do. He was born to be on stage. He was born to dance. The way he moves his body to the songs is so effortless. I can watch him for hours and always enjoy what new things he has. I will always and forever love him and support him and what he does. I will constantly be proud of his accomplishment (and our other talented superstars as well). I know he will never see this but I wanted to express my love for my precious boy. I hope he is constantly happy and healthy. I hope he lives his life always doing what he enjoys. I hope He gets to achieve all his dreams and life goals. Wherever life takes him I will be on the sidelines cheering him on. I wish he had been showered with extra love today. I hope he enjoyed his birthday celebration to the fullest. If only he knew how precious and important he was to me 🥺. He will always and forever have a special spot in my heart. He’s more than just my role model, or my idol he’s my happy and safe places. To my healing I am so happy that I got to see you grow. I am so happy that I got to grow alongside you. I will always cherish you and love you endlessly. Happy Yeonjun Day♥️ when I say I love him I truly mean it from the bottom of my heart ♥️

#My forever love #happy yeonjun day #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #txt #Love him to the moon and back

[flowerfan2]

Apples and Honey

Ok, Rosh Hashanah was last week so I’m a little late - but here is my fourth annual high holidays fic (on A03 here).  Star Trek, this time.  Enjoy, and best wishes for a sweet new year.  

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Jim watches quietly as Spock undresses down to his briefs, admiring his graceful movements as he moves about their dimly lit quarters.  Finally Spock finishes his tasks and slides under the blankets, moving carefully so as not to disturb Jim’s rest.

“Hey there,” Jim murmurs, moving closer and tucking his chin over Spock’s shoulder.  “Everything okay?”

He knows it probably is, he can feel Spock’s gentle hum of contentment through their bond.  But he likes to talk about it anyway.

“My evening went as expected.  The conflict between the engineering officers has been resolved.”

“Hopefully without landing anyone in the brig?”

“So far.”

“A successful mission then.”  Jim stretches and snuggles closer, one knee coming up over Spock’s leg as they fit themselves together.

“I apologize for waking you.”

“No apology necessary.  I’m glad I’m awake.”

A pause, and then, “I admit I am glad of it as well.”

Jim chuckles softly and strokes his fingers through the wiry hair on Spock’s chest.  “This is the best part of my day, you know.”

“Going to sleep?” Spock asks, so innocently Jim thinks he might not actually be teasing.

“No.  Being here with you.  Together.  Just… cozy.”  Jim props himself up on an elbow, catching Spock’s gaze.  This may be one of those times that Spock needs reassurance; Jim will spend the rest of his life giving it, if need be.

“Even when we are not engaging in coitus?”

“Even when we are not engaging in coitus,” Jim replies seriously.  “Sex is great – sex with you is fantastic, mind blowing, to be honest.  I think you probably can tell how much I like it-”

“Indeed,” Spock confirms, the edge of his mouth twitching up.

“But this is better. The best.”  Jim nuzzles at the warm skin of Spock’s neck, sending thoughts of safe together love always  and receiving back simply t’hy’la.

Spock guides Jim closer and they trade a few gentle kisses.  After a minute or two, Spock pulls back and clears his throat.  “I wanted to thank you for your thoughtful gift,” Spock says.

“Gift?”  Jim struggles to focus his brain, full of nothing but his lover’s presence.

“The apples and honey.”

Jim smiles and dances his fingers down Spock’s side.  “That was just an afternoon snack.”

“Coincidentally delivered to my lab on Rosh Hashanah?”

Jim shrugs.  “Coincidences do happen.”

“How did you know?”

The lack of precision in Spock’s question might be a sign that Spock was feeling some kind of emotion about Jim’s gift – which he definitely is, Jim knows him well enough that he can easily see it – or it might just reflect that Spock is enjoying their warm, drowsy conversation as much as Jim; enough to let down his walls and truly relax.

“I knew it was Rosh Hashanah on Earth today because Lieutenant Edelstein mentioned it.  She and her partner were hosting a festive dinner in one of the rec rooms.  She also gave me that honey, by the way.  She called it locust honey, which seems odd – but Bones said it wouldn’t kill me, so I tasted it – basically just tastes like regular honey, more or less.”

“It is not made from locusts, Jim.  It is created with the nectar from black locust trees, also known as false acacia trees, and is known as acacia honey or locust honey.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.  Honey made from locusts – ugh.”  Jim gives a little faux shiver and Spock shifts in his arms, kissing his scrunched up nose.

“Regardless, it was a lovely gift,” Spock says.  “But how did you know it would be meaningful to me?”

“Come on, how long have I known you?”

“Three years, two months, seven days, and four hours.”

Jim laughs, as Spock intended, then cups Spock’s cheek and brings him close for another kiss.  “And how long have we been bondmates?”

“One year, six months… to the day.”  Spock pauses.  “Have I forgotten to acknowledge an important anniversary?”

“Nah, that’s just a coincidence – really a coincidence this time.”  Jim skates his hand along Spock’s shoulder and down his arm, finding his hand and twining their fingers together.  “I’ve known your mom was Jewish for a long time.  It came up after the attack on Vulcan, when Pike was working on the memorial services.  I don’t know if you ever celebrated, but I figured you’d at least know the significance of apples and honey.”

Spock turns to lie on his back, and Jim lets him, acknowledging his need for a little space.  But Spock keeps their hands linked, holding Jim’s loosely against his chest and stroking their fingers together.

“My mother observed the Jewish holidays most frequently when we lived on Earth, and occasionally we traveled to visit her family during the high holidays.  Even when we were on Vulcan, she noted their passing.  Despite the fact that it was yet another way she was different than others, she felt it was important to maintain her cultural traditions.”  

“How did you feel about that?” Jim asks, and counts it as a win when Spock doesn’t protest that Vulcans don’t ‘feel.’

“I found the traditions interesting.   She grew a small apple tree in our garden, which required far more water and care than native Vulcan flora, and she looked forward excitedly to harvest season.  She often received holiday ‘care packages’ from her family on Earth, which were tempting to me as a child.  Her observances gave her pleasure.  As for the fact that she refused to assimilate in this small way, when she was already making so many accommodations to conform to Vulcan norms… I did not want my peers to find out, as I believed they would use this as yet another way to accuse me of illogical behavior and slander my mother.  At the same time, I was proud of her for not giving up this part of herself.”

“I know I’ve said it before,” Jim says quietly, his throat tight, “but I really wish I had been able to meet your mom.  I think I would have liked her a lot.”

Spock nods in response, and Jim wraps his arms more tightly around him, holding him close.  Spock still has a love-hate relationship with his own perfectly acceptable emotions, and Jim won’t make it worse by drawing attention to it.  Still, he’s glad that Spock feels safe enough to grieve with him.

After Spock catches his breath Jim relaxes his hold and brushes Spock’s bangs away from his face.  “I’d be happy to celebrate more Jewish holidays with you, if you want.  I mean, I did some research, and they seem to involve a lot of really good food.”

Spock laughs wetly.  “That would be acceptable.”

“I think I can program the replicator to make latkes pretty easily, and Lieutenant Edelstein claims she has a prize winning rugelach recipe.”

“I prefer sufganiyot for Chanukah,” Spock says.  “Although if you make the rugelach with chocolate, I would be agreeable.”

“So we’re taking having a sweet new year literally, then?”

“With you, ashayam, I have no doubt.”

#Spirk #Spirk fic #James T. Kirk #Spock #Star Trek fic #Rosh Hashanah fic

[yeahimwiththeband]

with the band chapter 17

i know if i go

warning: italy, standing up for yourself, new year’s eve makeout hookup?

A/N: after izzy runs into harry in sicily, she invites him back to her hostel for a nye party. he makes her an offer she doesn’t expect. previous chapter here

word count: 2.8k

The hostel reminded her of the co-op in Austin: set in a lush garden, it was full of people her age and smelled like lemon zest. Its floor was terracotta and the walls were cracked tile, with leaning, thrifted bookcases lining the courtyard under a walkway. Olivia, Meg, and Izzy just had enough time to shower and throw on the one going out fit scrunched at the bottom of their bags. Izzy brought out her green dress; Meg wore flip flops with shorts and a metallic crop top, and Olivia floated around in a gauzy tulle thing over a t-shirt and shorts.  Izzy couldn’t get the dust of her sneakers—she made them walk back, declining a ride with Harry’s driver, and they had collapsed in a corner of the courtyard, watching the other backpackers mill around. She wondered if Jess was here, in Italy; she tried to push the thought out of her mind. On Insta, Harry and Jess were still very much together—so many strategic little public comments. Some sounded like Ryan, some sounded like authentic Jess and Harry. Izzy shook it off—it was out of her control, and she had made a new life for herself. She was so happy she left LA. 

The hostel’s bar was pouring shots for 3 euro each. It was already around 10 PM; the sky was clear and bright with stars, and the walls of the courtyard were cool against their backs. Through the gateway at the end of the courtyard, Izzy could see through to the patchy garden, with a thick clover lawn dotted with huge peony bushes and mimosa trees, dangling clusters of gold. She felt relaxed. She was wearing what she wanted to wear, with people she could be honest with. She wasn’t trying to fit in at a party where she didn’t belong anymore. Here, she could just be herself. Her heart trembled at the sound of a vespa outside, but it whipped past without stopping. Harry wasn’t here yet. 

Izzy remembered the last special occasion party she went to: that pretentious thing at The Frick with George and all his boujee private school friends, who were trying to warn her about him. Izzy exhaled. She felt so happy, in that moment, that she had left the tour and there was now an entire ocean between her and George.

“Limoncello,” Meg said, placing tiny glasses the size of a thimble in Izzy and Olivia’s hands. The golden mimosa buds were spilling in from the yard on the wind, racing across the floor and blowing into their hair.

“We have a long way to go if this is what we’re drinking all night,” Olivia said.

“We’re celebrating! To Italy and this trip,” Meg said. They all clinked glasses, took a sip, and Izzy instantly smiled: it tasted like Italy felt, like summer, bright and sweet and a little biting, so far. Meg wrinkled her nose: “It’s like drinking sugar.” She returned to the bar, while Olivia leaned back and closed her eyes, listening to the guitarist strumming from the corner, a Swede 18 or 19 who had picked up one of the hostel’s guitars. Izzy tried to focus on him, listening intently. She had to stop checking the doorway for Harry. She had to stop imagining kissing him at midnight. The countdown, the lean in, firecracker sparks and yellow flowers flying around them...

“Now, grappa!” Meg was back already, with three shot glasses. Izzy’s carefully lowered her little goblet of limoncello to her feet.

“What’s grappa?” Olivia asked, peering at the almost-black liquid. A few of the backpackers had started to dance by the bar.

“It’s like wine, but more. You know?” Izzy could hear that Meg was drunk. She also sounded happy. Looking at her friend’s flushed and smiling face, Izzy could only feel relief - she had been such a bad friend on the tour, and felt like she was finally paying Meg back. Izzy flashed on the night Meg packed her bags, the way she sounded when Izzy said she wasn’t going home.

“So…” Olivia started, exchanging a glance with Meg. “I guess Harry should get here pretty soon, right?

“Alla nostra!” Izzy said, grabbing her glass. She threw it all back and then instantly spat it out, narrowly missing.

“Mama mia,” Olivia said. Her eyes were scrunched closed and she pinched her nose. She had only taken a small sip, but it made her sinuses burn.

“Oh my god,” Meg said.

“I’m dying,” Izzy said. Italian swear words she had heard her mom mutter throughout her childhood tumbled out of her mouth: it was like drinking paint.

“You’re not supposed to shot it like that,” said someone pretentious. Izzy felt someone take the glass out of her hand and press a napkin in in its place.

Izzy unscrunched her eyes to see Harry, t shirt on, leather jacket slung over his shoulder, smiling and trying not to.

“Please don’t laugh at me,” Izzy said.

“Never,” Harry replied.

Izzy picked up her Limoncello. Olivia and Meg had disappeared. She and Harry were alone in a corner

“Thanks for coming,” Izzy said. “Are you sure you wouldn’t—that other party,  you won’t be sad to—“

“I’m sure,” Harry said. He checked over his shoulder, a reflex. Izzy looked too—no one here seemed to recognize him. They were safe.

“Doesn’t this place remind you of the co-op?” He asked. “The one in Austin?”

“Yes,” Izzy said. Golden blooms flew around them.

Izzy told Harry more about the house and the garden and he leaned in to listen, rapt, nodding almost constantly. Oh god, what was he actually doing here? After she stalked him?

“You must think I’m stalking you,” Izzy said. She could never keep a filter on around him.

“I thought you’d think that of me,” Harry replied, laughing a bit. “I saw the house—we drove past your house on the way here. You have more claim to this place than I do.”

“You’re just going to cede all this territory?”

“Yes,” Harry said, “I’m clearly on your turf. ‘M not even slightly Italian.”

“I feel bad for you,” Izzy joked. Harry smiled.

Izzy was about to start in on more small talk - she had only started to tell him about her apartment with Olivia back at his house, and she could go through the curricula of her horticulture classes - when Harry cut her off. “Want to dance, Izzy?” Izzy threw back the rest of her limoncello, sugar biting the back of her throat, and followed him through the little doorway at the end of the courtyard outside. You could just hear the guitar from out there.

Harry put his right hand on Izzy’s waist and paused, like the wind was knocked out of him. Izzy put her hand on his shoulder. He seemed to get a grip of himself, she put her other hand in his.

Just then, Izzy heard a familiar song. I got my red dress on tonight, dancing in the dark… They started moving easily, just like they did in the arena the night he first taught Izzy how to dance. So she could go dance with George.

She heard that voice echo in her mind: I love teaching you to dance so you can dance with other men.

“I asked him to play it before I said hello to you,” Harry said sheepishly.

“Harry, what are you actually doing here?” He spun her away from him and then pulled her back closer.

“You were gone when I got back.”

Izzy didn’t know he came back for her. “I texted you. You didn’t return any of my messages.”

“I was—there was a lot going on. A lot of shit. I was trying to protect you,” he offered.

The words just flew out of her: “Thank you for trying to be soft handed with me, but I’m not a kid - you don’t have to hide things from me.”

“I’m sorry I did that,” Harry said.

“I waited for you, for a long time. It felt like forever. You left me there. You left me there in the arena.”

“You left the tour.”

think I’ll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky

“I was scared. It wasn’t just Tara. It was you,” Izzy said. The truth.

Harry nodded.

“You and Jess…” Izzy started.

“There’s no me and Jess, Izzy,” Harry said firmly. “It’s all just for the tour. Ryan’s idea.”

“I don’t think it’s fake for her,” Izzy persisted.

“Nothing’s ever happened between us. Nothing.”

“I think she’s in love with you, Harry.”

Just then, Izzy heard a familiar voice gasp. She looked up, to see Meg and Olivia at the hostel’s second floor balcony, looking down at them. Or at least Meg was, until her head whipped around like she had seen a ghost and the two disappeared back into the hostel.

“The deal is that it goes until the summer—that’s how I got them off the tour for a few months at least, that was the trade I made with Ryan.”

“I didn’t know that. That does sound like something he would insist on, he’s so obsessed with social.”

“And I’m sorry about those stupid fucking photos. I was—I interfered, and—“

“No, you were right. You were right. You knew George, and it would have been better for me to be off the tour than with him. I wish you would have just told me about him, there was so much I didn’t know—“

“Would you have believed me? You would have just thought I was jealous.”

“That’s fair. I mean, I had no idea that you feel… That you felt that way.”

The past tense landed like an anvil between them.

Harry’s phone buzzed; someone was calling him. He silenced it, then put his arms around her again.

“Do you remember it, like I remember it?” Harry said, looking at his feet. They started moving easily, just like they did in the arena the night he first taught Izzy how to dance. She remembered the confetti falling around them.

Izzy nodded. Their faces were close; his hair brushed her forehead.

“Izzy. Come back on tour with me. George and Lydia are only joining for some of the dates—they won’t bother us, and I’m sure they won’t last that long, anyway.”

Harry’s eyes searched hers. A little supercut of the tour played across them in Izzy’s mind: Listening to Harry from the side of the stage with Meg, lying under the stage with Olivia, sitting on the stage after the show with Harry and Elijah, Jess and Lydia and George laughing together in the back room, lying in the grass with Harry at the co-op, playing guitar with Tara in the green room, Harry comforting Lydia, flashbulbs breaking through her window, Tara coughing up blood from the floor at that party. The reel glitched on those images and played them over and over: Tara on the floor, Tara on the floor, Lydia and George, Lydia and George.

Harry’s phone buzzed again. He silenced it again, waiting for her reply. “Izzy? It could be whatever you want. The secret girlfriend. Seamstress for the band?”

And there it was: Izzy felt her anxiety rushing back in, filling a cavern inside her that had been empty and maybe just waiting for it to come back. Harry was trying to be playful, but Izzy winced. He was waiting for her answer and she couldn’t stall. Her heart raced: she saw her self in Australia with Harry, Paris, London, Warsaw, Spain. She saw herself watching Harry and Jess faking a relationship for clout. She saw herself awkwardly avoiding George and Lydia. Suddenly, that last one eclipsed all the other things. She felt her heart start racing. “It ends in… July?”

“We’re in California for January, and then we wrap back here in Italy in July.”

“Back in LA.”

“Just for January.”

Harry’s words raced through her mind: seamstress for the band. She would be back in Los Angeles again, the city where George was recording, for almost a month. Izzy exhaled. She wouldn’t let anxiety make this decision. She tried to think: what do I actually want? Do I want to go back on the tour, or do I want to keep living with Olivia, go to classes, and work on what I’ve been building? She wanted to tell Harry more of the truth—they still weren’t saying everything. 

“You didn’t want to be with me… over the holidays, when I was texting you,” Izzy stammered. “You left me on read for weeks. But you want me on the tour.”

“I thought you hated me. I was sure you hated me. It was only when I heard you were here, that I thought…”

“I don’t hate you, Harry.”

His eyes widened. He pulled her hand up onto his chest—his heart was racing, too, tapping her fingertips.

“Not anymore?” He said. Izzy wanted to make a decision based on what she wanted, not what she was afraid of. 

Izzy leaned in and kissed him, soft lips crushing into hers just like she remembered. He put his other hand up to her face, fingertips in her hair, dragging his thumb along her cheek. A flower had caught in his hair. 

Harry kissed her cheek, then her neck. He wound his arms around her waist and crushed her against him, pressing his lips to hers again.

“Izzy.”

“Harry.”  

Izzy wanted to go with him, so badly. So badly. She pulled away and looked at Harry. Jess’s words echoed in her mind: You’re back on your bullshit, living for other people. 

“I want you to come and find me in July,” Izzy said. Harry’s face furrowed—anger flashed across it, just like it had before.

“I thought you were coming back with me now. Eddie, Elijah—they’re all excited to see you, they all know you’re coming with me. We leave Saturday. Everything’s set.”

Izzy stepped back from him. “I don’t think I can watch you fake it with Jess.” The words she was saying felt like they were coming out of another person’s mouth. The person who enrolled in the classes, the person who got her own apartment, the person who didn’t want to be the secret girlfriend; Izzy felt, for a moment, that this was a separate person than who she actually was—she was desperate to be with Harry again.

Harry’s phone buzzed again. He silenced it again.

“Wait…” Izzy said. Her hand dropped from his chest. “How did you know that I was here?”

Harry sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Lydia. Lydia told me.”

More secrets and lies, Izzy thought. She was left out again, not knowing what was going on—just like she had been with Lydia and George, and Harry and Jess. She felt like a kid at a grown up party again. 

“I don’t want to keep things from you,” Harry said, reading her look. “I’m just trying not to hurt you. I have been trying to talk sense into Lydia. I told her about George’s debt, just like I told you—she didn’t know how bad it was. How bad it still is.”

“I want to be with you,” Izzy said. Harry smiled. 

“Me too, Izzy. That’s all I want.” They were so close, Izzy thought. So close to everything being perfect. 

“When the fake relationship is over. When George and Lydia aren’t there—I’m sure I’ll be fine with all of it, in time, but I honestly can’t deal with them at all right now. Just even hearing anything about them, it’s too much…”

“I’m on the road alone for seven months and then see if you’re still around? That’s what you want?”

“It’s not that I want it, it’s just what I think I can tolerate.”

“Seven months away from you? Izzy, I don’t know if I can.”  

Noise from the courtyard broke in: it was almost midnight and the backpackers had crowded around the bar to count down. They were shouting: 20, 19... 

His phone buzzed again. “Bloody hell,” he said. He finally took it out of his pocket and checked who it was. He scrolled through a few messages, color draining from his face.

“Izzy, I… are Meg and Olivia still around? You’re not alone ‘ere, right?”

“They’re here. You’re here.”

Just then, Meg called over from the courtyard. “Did you tell her already?” Meg asked Harry.

10, 9...

“Tell me what?” Izzy asked, sharply. She felt like she was on the outside again. Meg walked over and put her hand on Izzy’s shoulder. Olivia followed, and tilted her phone toward her.

It was a news headline in The Daily Mail. George and Lydia were engaged. Rock god, whirlwind romance, fashion icon jumped out from the screen.

Izzy closed her eyes then opened them again. She was hoping that the headline would have disappeared. But it was still there, and more were popping up after it. They were planning to elope. They were already in Vegas, or maybe they were already married—some articles said Vegas, some said California. Harry said something, but Izzy couldn’t hear him.

Meg gently pushed the phone away. “You dodged a bullet,” she said.

“So it could hit Lydia,” Izzy replied.

3, 2...

“I’ll go,” Harry said. “I’m sorry.” He kissed her cheek and stepped away to answer the phone. Izzy grabbed for the phone again and saw a stream of photos: Lydia smiling deliriously, George smirking at the camera, a huge emerald ring.

Happy New Year!

“What am I supposed to do?” Izzy asked no one. “Do I go back on the tour? How can I help her?”

“You can’t. This is her choice,” Olivia said.

“Stupid choice,” Meg added.

Olivia sat down in an old iron chair leaning against the wall and extended another glass of limoncello to Izzy, who gulped it down.

“He knows about the insurance payout, doesn’t he?” Meg asked. Izzy swore under her breath. She hadn’t even considered that.

“Insurance payout?” Olivia asked.

“He’s drowning in debt, and Lydia got a payout when her mom died. I don’t think she’s actually touched much of it.”

“How can we help her?” Izzy asked. “Before you suggest it, I’m not going back on the tour so I can watch her and George together and maybe get poisoned by Jess.” Olivia laughed.

“I think you have to do what would make you happiest, not what would fix Lydia. You’ve done a lot over the last three months,” Meg said.

“What are you going to do, Izzy?”

Izzy looked around for Harry, but he was gone.

next chapter

#harry styles #harry styles fic #love on tour fic #harry styles au #love on tour au #angst!Harry #soft!harry #harry styles romance #harry styles fluff #romance #fluff #livingwithanxiety #personal growth

[dreaminghour]

Obi-Wan & Anakin - Parade

Event: @domaystic Fandom: Star Wars Rating: Teen and Up Prompt: 14 Parade Ship: Gen Obi-Wan & Anakin Context: Canon-verse. On the eaves of a brewery in Er-Mar, two spirits sit and watch the festivities. Cross posted to AO3. Words: 1086

Night was seldom so quiet in the little town of Er-Mar. The stone streets were empty, only a solitary inhabitant tapping a stick as they walked. A breeze carried the smell of sulfur from the west. In the sky, long gray clouds traced the path the shuttles had taken as the last of the imperial garrison had fled.

Slowly, the sound of music reached the town.

On the eaves of the brewery, just above where the Nive family lived, two translucent spirits sat. Their forms, should you be able to see them, were bright blue. They were slouched close together, quiet but leaning their heads toward one another as though they were whispering.

"Can you see them?" the younger asked.

"Patience, my young friend," the white-haired ghost said.

"Not that young anymore," the younger grumbled, but he was ignored.

Anakin scrunched his nose a moment, scowling at Obi-Wan, while the other man ignored him and smiled mildly at the cluster of swaying lights that carried chanting and the beating of drums.

"You've dragged me all across the galaxy," Anakin said, "to all sorts of places I've never heard of, let alone set foot on, to show me the same sights over and over. Doesn't it ever tire you?"

"Why, does it tire you?" Obi-Wan asked, tilting his head toward Anakin, his smile knowing.

Anakin, as expected, did not reply.

Slowly the revelers approached.

As spirits were not bound by physics, they had been there at the launch platform; they had listened to the locals yell in shrill and caustic language as the imperial governor fled with little more than the clothes they wore. News had come late to planet Aji. It had been weeks now since the emperor had been killed, his ashes scattered to the solar winds of the universe. Apparently, Anakin had learned, it was not uncommon for the power hungry to vainly hope the change was not real. But change was here at last.

Now, they watched as beneath their feet, a handful, dozens, and then hundreds of people swept through the town's gate. People were banging on tin bells, making joyful noises, buzzing instruments and calling to one another. The Nive family had gone out, but someone was still asleep inside and they now came to the window, shouting and cursing at the revelers before stepping out into the throng as well.

A crack and a distant boom brought the spirits' attention back to the distant river. Fireworks were now being shot up into the sky from the launch platform. Technicians laughed as they carefully lit fuses, daredevils laughed from the nearby shelter of trees as the village itself shook and rattled. The townspeople cheered. Even more visitors came, streaming in from remote settlements and camps. The Nive casks were cracked open, someone was frying sweet and tangy meat, the smell of sulfur more pronounced now.

Anakin leaned against Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan let him.

Each time a burst of light and color was unleashed, people cheered. Large blossoms of green and red, dances of blue, yellow and white, then sparkles of purple, pink, orange lit up the countryside. The warm lamps of the town seemed dim each time the fireworks exploded.

Children and tookas ran between the crush of raucous adults. Eventually there was such a long pause from the launch platform the people began to murmur that it was finally over. Anakin smiled secretively to Obi-Wan.

Then, with a stupendous bang, the finale. Dozens of fireworks went up in quick succession, a rattling roar that was not unlike cannon fire but dazzled everyone. The people gazed up at the sky as the fireworks lit up their entire world, hands held to their hearts as the reverberations shook their entire bodies, made them tremble, deafened and blinded them. One child covered their ears and tucked their face against their parent's legs.

And then it was done. Everyone seemed dazed for a moment, but at long last the night was quiet. The sound of crickets, of distant music, of chatter slowly began to fill their ears once more. Children shrieked and shook their heads to regain their hearing more quickly. Finally, the stragglers returned from the launch pad and the village settled. Not to sleep, but to sit and spend time with one another. Slowly, people began to go home, taking guests with them. No window was dark.

Dawn slowly began to color the horizon.

"Is that it?" Anakin asked.

"I suspect some of these parties will go on for days, if not weeks," Obi-Wan replied, dryly amused.

"No, I meant, is that the last one? The last imperial outpost to be removed?"

"More or less," Obi-Wan said. "Some will go underground; there will always be holdouts."

"You wanted me to see how happy they were," Anakin continued. "That's the lesson here. You wanted me to see how happy people are now that the empire is gone."

"Why must everything be a lesson?" asked Obi-Wan.

"Because I know you, old man."

The sky began to grow pale, birds returned after being frightened away, even wandering among the revelers, pecking at crumbs beneath their feet. Children were being carried or tucked into makeshift beds while others lingered, all but swaying on their feet.

"Yes, I wanted you to see them. Not because the empire made them unhappy, you always knew that deep down."

Anakin dropped his head to hide his face, but spirits didn't blush in shame. These two were so deeply in tune with one another however, that Obi-Wan felt it in his heart. He didn't remark on it, he continued on.

"I wanted you to see the good you've done."

Anakin's head snapped up with fearful surprise.

"Master, don't mock me—"

"Now, now," Obi-Wan raised a hand, "that title is well and truly dead for you, I think. I am your friend and as such, I need to show you that you have done good."

"Not enough," Anakin replied, "never enough to make up for all of it."

"But you've freed them. You killed the evil that poisoned our galaxy—" he held up his hand again— "poison which was there long before you and I had ever even met."

Anakin closed his eyes. If spirits could cry, tears would have pricked his eyes and run down his pale cheeks.

"You did that. With help, of course, but no one ever is alone. Not even when they feel most abandoned."

Anakin accepted Obi-Wan's embrace and wept as Obi-Wan began to stroke his hair.

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