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[saturnseuphoria]

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Updated last: 4/3/2025

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See, with this newly revealed information for Sage and Aurora's friendship, love it btw, how did Shadow and Aurora's first date go? Who asked who? Where did they go?

I'm so happy to hear you're a fan of the Luminescent Ladies! 🤩 The first date was very casual, but a hit! Shadow is the one who asks Aurora out and they go to a café and end up spending hours together.

Since I've never fully written out the full Shadora story, bits and pieces of it exist here on my blog but sometimes the details change. But here's a very rough version of how I envision their first date going:

(If you're familiar with my story, you can skip the text in blue)

Shadow has spent the last several decades taking odd merc jobs in deep space in the hopes that he'll run into the woman he fell for years ago, but he never finds her. Rouge eventually convinces him to head back "home," and since he's never failed a goal before he decides he has to replace it with a new one: Get to know and enjoy the planet Maria always wanted to visit. So he heads back and that's where he meets Aurora (she does not know him yet, as she meets him later in her life via time travel). He's pretty certain Aurora is the woman who saved him years ago, but since she doesn't seem to know him he thinks maybe she's been reincarnated or something, he isn't sure. He wants to know her better and find out.

Since Shadow's new goal is to better acquaint himself with the planet he abandoned decades ago and since Aurora knows her hometown like the back of her hand, the two decide that she will be his guide (his 'guiding light' if you will 😉 ) around town. (Shadow doesn't need one. He's the ultimate life form; he's plenty fine exploring on his own. But he considers this an opportunity to do some recon to get to know her better). It mostly starts fairly professional even though Aurora does flirt with him a lot (she can't help it, just look at him!) but Shadow quickly becomes fond of her, and he decides he wants to pursue her romantically.

As they are going to bid each other goodbye after one of their tours, Shadow asks "You have a recommendation for every kind of activity in this town, correct?"

A: "Yeah! What is it you're looking for next?"

Sh: "Something... romantic, but humble. Where one might go for a first date."

And at first Aurora is internally thinking "Dang, so he is interested in somebody." But she dismisses that thought because it's none of her business who Shadow spends his time with.

She's gotten to know him a bit by now so as she's pondering ideas she's taking into consideration that he doesn't like loud, busy scenes and would likely enjoy somewhere more intimate, and she remembers him mentioning that he likes coffee. So she suggests this quaint little café that's on the edge of town.

He says "Very well" and surprises her by taking her hand and asking "Would you accompany me there tomorrow afternoon?"

She's shocked but enthusiastically agrees. He offers to "pick her up" at her house so they can go together, but since even as an adult Aurora still lives at home with her parents, she knows that if Sonic answers the door he will be very wary and likely follow them to see what's going on. She doesn't want the date to go awry before it's even happened lol So she convinces Shadow that she'll just meet him at the café.

Aurora is VERY nervous as she has basically no experience dating. She's only had a "boyfriend" once when she was a very little kid and that was really more of just a crush when she was too young to be dating anyway. She also has no idea why Shadow would be interested in her because she thinks she's pretty boring compared to him. (She even briefly thinks "Oh no, what if this is a prank!?")

But upon meeting him at the café he makes it very clear this is a date, bringing her flowers and being a real gentleman by getting her chair for her and all that jazz. Initially she is super self-conscious but Shadow quickly makes her feel really giddy (Ex: SH: "Wow, you look-" A: "Too bright?! I can tone it down! I just have to bend the light to make my clothes darker-" SH: "I was going to say 'lovely'. Please, don't dull your light for me." A: *Can't help but glow more*)

She very quickly gets swept off her feet haha.

They end up losing track of time and even continue to hang out on the outdoor patio after the place has closed and enjoy the sunset together. Before he gets the chance, Aurora over-enthusiastically asks if Shadow would like to have a second date with her and he warmly says yes.

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For the record, I'm always open to y'all's ideas of how Shadow and Aurora's first date would go down. If you want to write your own version of their date and it's completely different, I'd still love to read it :)

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Sliding Stops & Beating Hearts

Reiner! Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader (Honeybee)

Summary: Tyler Owens has worked almost his entire life for this moment. And he's so glad he gets to share it with you.

Warnings: Tyler being down bad for his wife, afab!reader, fluff, swearing, smut (18+), oral (m+f), facesitting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

WC: 4.6k (I'm so sorry, but not sorry enough to make it shorter)

AN: Hey girlies :) Apologies for taking so long to post this, I've been very busy and it feels like I have to wait for what feels like some kind of astronomical event for me to be able to write. Tyler Owens is essentially Jake Seresin so yeah I'm writing for him now lol. Reining has always been one of my favorite equestrian sports to watch. Granted, I've never done it nor competed so apologies to any reiners out there if there's inaccuracies with how competitions go lol. Anyways, hope you enjoy :)

None of the pictures featured are mine and were taken off of Pinterest. All of my writings will be added to my writing side blog @sophs-writing-nook 

This is an 18+ fanfic, so minors scoot pls. You are responsible for the media you consume. Do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate this fic without my explicit permission as it is my own creation. 

The competition had been fierce and each ounce of caffeine in your veins from your strenuous, early morning drive from Arkansas to Oklahoma had done nothing to quell your nerves. 

You could feel the sweat emulate from your palms as you watched each rider and horse pair complete their routine with near flawlessness, confidence, professionalism, and near perfect scores on maneuvers. 

Tyler would need to give it his all to bring home the NRHA world championship title for this season. 

You watched with bated breath as the pair before Tyler’s exited through the in-gate, applause and cheers ricocheting off the concrete and aluminum walls of the stadium. The announcer’s voice crackling and echoing through the speakers as the pairs score was displayed on the JumboTron that hung ominously above the center of the arena, threatening to crush Tyler's lifelong dream if a perfect score wasn't achieved. You fiddled with the competition program in your hand, waiting for the announcer to give the go ahead for Tyler Owens and Coppertone Boy, or as he was affectionately called at home, Copper, to enter the arena. 

“Come on, honeybee, I think you're more nervous than I am.” The fingers of your hand stop gingerly massaging into the muscle between Copper’s alert ears, eyes meeting Tyler’s unnervingly calm ones. You sighed, bringing your hand down to softly stroke the stallion’s velvet muzzle, looking back out at the arena that would be vacant for only a few moments more. “It's just the anticipation is all.”

He swallowed, dipping his heels down further against his stirrups, his weight settling on the back of the palomino American Quarter Horse. His thumb running along the smooth leather reins in his moderately calloused hands, his posture straightening. Tipping his hat on his head, eyes drifting from your almost perfect facade of calm collection to the no longer virginal arena footing. 

He gingerly scratched at Copper’s strong, gilded withers and neck concealed by the silken, alabaster strands of his freshly detangled mane, easing any anxiety the 10 year old stallion may have had. 

“Copper will take care of me out there, and I'm coming back, Sweets” his lip quirked into a gentle smirk, letting your anxiety ease a bit. 

Copper gently nudged you with his head, trying to get one last scratch in before entering. Or maybe to try to reassure you. “I know, I-,” you took a breath, licking your lips,” just really want this for you, and we're so close. I can taste it.” 

His eyes glazed a bit, a special kind of warmth spreading in his chest. You had helped him hitch the trailer to pick up Copper from the auction a few townships over back in his early twenties. You were the one who was with him every step of the way, through every high and frustrating low of training him and getting him ready for every competition. You were the one to stay up all night with him when Copper coliced during a muggy spring night a few years back. You were the one who encouraged him to try reining after his bull riding rodeo career came to a halt. You were the one to hide out with him on his family's ranch in Arkansas during the summer thunderstorms in the hayloft as kids and lovesick teenagers. And you were the first person he got to kiss out in the back field after the haying season was done, laying under the cover of Cassiopeia and The Big Dipper with homemade strawberry moonshine. It made the wedding band on a chain around his neck all the more meaningful. The microphone crackled as the announcer cleared his throat, announcing for Tyler to enter the arena. 

“Come on, baby, I need my good luck kiss before I go out there.” His urgent, but sweet, tone made you chuckle.  Stepping on your tippy toes, you met his lips that only seemed to get softer the more you kissed him. As your lips left his, you gave the stallion that gleamed like a new penny under the stadium lights a last, quick rub at his withers and a whispered “take care of him for me.” The stallion nudged his pink and gray muzzle into your side, letting out a puff of breath, seeming to listen and affirm your wish. 

You turned back to the man you had loved since you were a sophmore in highschool. “You'll get something a lot more when you come back.” You said softly with a flirtatious tone, trying to lighten the nerves that seemed to electrify your fingertips. Your eyes told an unspoken “whether you win, or lose.” His eyebrows rise before a smirk settles on his lips. “Looking forward to it darlin,” he winks before turning his attention to the packed arena. He gives the stallion a gentle squeeze of his sides with his calves to get him into a working walk, head low, and relaxed as his metal shoe-clad hooves rhythmically ricocheted off the pavement leading up to the arena as applause and whistles from the crowd marked his entrance like a gladiator entering the Colosseum. You watched him leave your side with bated breath. 

You always envied how he was able to feed off of the crowd instead of cowering under it, even when he was getting tossed around as a professional bull rider in the local rodeo circuit. It was a trait that Tyler and Copper had in common that made them a perfect pair.

You watched each calculated movement he whispered to Copper through his hands, legs, and seat. Each movement done in perfect harmony, from flying lead changes to each heart racing spin and rollback. You practically knew the routine like the back of your hand, softly mouthing the required movements right as Tyler and Copper conducted them with  complete poise and confidence. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flit back and forth from the golden stallion enrapturing the attention of the crowd and the judges scribbling down notes that had the potential to cut like a blade. Tyler had a calm, at-ease aura around him; his hands still with just the right amount of contact on the reins, loose hips and strong legs that wrapped around the barrel of the strong, powerful, and graceful horse below him. Copper’s ears kept at ease, each one flitting back to listen to each whispered task Tyler gave him. His mane and tail swayed beautifully with the rest of his muscular, golden dappled frame; steel horseshoes gleaming under the large overhead lights. You felt your anxiety rise as Tyler only had one maneuver left to accomplish- a sliding stop from a full gallop, the most exhilarating maneuver in reining.

Your breath felt like lead in your lungs as you watched each stride Copper took to complete his routine. With an impressive stall of his hind quarters, Copper planted himself against the arena footing to come to a full stop, his hind legs slightly folding under him as Tyler kept his body steady. The arena went quiet for only a second as Copper found his footing, remaining in a halt. As soon as the judges gave Tyler the go ahead to leave the arena, you jumped up in glee, applauding and whistling, just like the entirety of the arena   as Tyler gave Copper a loose rein, giving his strong neck deligent pats of encouragement and rubbing his withers as he made his way out of the arena at a working walk pace. After all, he had earned it. 

But would it be enough to win?

You couldn’t contain the smile on your face as Tyler met your gaze with a heart stopping grin, his handsome dimples on display, timothy grass green eyes shining for you as his chest rose and fell from his exertion, and the sweat evident under his Stetson at his hairline. 

As soon as he cleared the in-gate, he was out of the saddle and embracing you, lips on yours as you giggled against him as he picked you up and spun you around, your fingers splayed over his stubbly cheeks. Copper stood patiently as his reins hit the cement floor. Your fingers resting at the back of his neck, feeling his sweat, natural scent, and the smell of leather and horses caress your senses. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” you said, voice thick with tears bubbling beneath your eyes as your hands encased his gently stubbled cheeks, his grin matching your own, voice thick, “Honey, whatever happens, I’m-,” his eyes becoming glassy, “I’m just so glad I’ve been able to do this with you. I love you so goddamn much.” He brought your lips back to his in a sweet, love filled kiss that made your stomach flutter.  The crackle of the microphone breaks you both away from your kiss, his embrace still on your hips. Tyler cranes his neck to look up at the JumboTron. 

Your eyes widening, putting your hands over your mouth and looking up at Tyler’s shock-parted lips as the arena broke into cheers. Tyler swings you around by your hips before bringing you to his lips again. 

A perfect score. 

—

As soon as Tyler rode out on Copper with you by his side during the award ceremony, and your picture was taken with his NRHA Championship trophy and Copper got his red, blue, and yellow tri-colored ribbon, you both were ready to load up Copper and drive all the way back to Arkansas. 

Photographers, interviewers, and cameras followed your little group out of the arena. Tyler and Copper both walked with pride in a way that showed a healthy balance of confidence and natural charisma. Copper not once flinched as cameras flashed as Tyler had him periodically stop for interviewers to ask questions, reins loose in his hand. Copper seemed to almost pose for the camera with his ears forward and moving with momentum whenever the cameras flashed; aware that he had done a good job and was being appreciated. You, on the other hand, preferred to be on the other side of Copper’s strong withers, away from the cameras, gently running your hand along his glistening coat; it took you and Tyler countless hours for it to gleam like gold. 

“Who would you say is someone who has always supported you on the road to winning this NRHA world championship title?”

You felt like you were hiding behind the near two ton animal, peeking over his strong neck to watch Tyler with his tipped up Stetson and near alabaster dress shirt. He turned from the interviewer to you with an easy grin on his face, gently reaching behind him to take your hand from underneath Copper’s neck, bringing you around his large head and into Tyler’s chest, placing a kiss to your forehead. You couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks like wildfire as you gave the interviewer a shy toothy smile. 

“I’ve had the undeserved pleasure to have by my side, during this entire journey, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known; my wife.” You felt your throat tighten and tears start to bubble up in your eyes at his gesture, all while trying to subtly hide away into his shoulder as the interviewer seemed to soak up the sweet moment between the new NRHA world champion and his wife. 

“You’ll have to forgive her, my honeybee’s a bit shy.” he chuckled, the interviewer following suit before asking her final questions with you by his side. 

As the last of the interviewers left to talk to the other competitors, you and Tyler led Copper back to the trailer to get him bedded in the trailer for the long way home.

You tried to keep your thoughts pure as you walked through the trucks and trailers with Copper in tow, passing competitors that turned into friends; like Bradley Bradshaw and his oil black quarter horse gelding, Turn and Burn, and Natasha Trace and her sorrel chestnut mare, Rising Phoenix. Both of which had gotten in the top 5 tonight out of 38. 

But Tyler looked too good right now. Too good. And his display of affection in front of the interviewer made your insides warm and jumble inside you. 

His hair peeking out from under his stetson, the color subdued from sweat; his taut jeans around his slim waist; his obnoxiously large belt buckle that glimmered in the overhead lot lights; his flushed, sweat soaked skin; bright, fern green eyes, and the defined line of his jaw to his handsome dimples. 

It didn’t help that you got distracted watching him tend to Copper as you put the tack in the trailer, biting your lip as you watched the thin material of his shirt cling to his back muscles. 

“Honeybee, you alright over there?” You almost needed to shake your head out of your trance, before trying to quickly put the tack away in the closet of the trailer, trying to focus on the task at hand and not on your lewd thoughts. 

As soon as you turned around from putting the tack away, Tyler was at the entryway. Both hands on the edge of the storage space prevented any chance of escape, sluttily leaning his weight on the frame like the scantily-clad men in those romance books Tyler always teased you for reading. He didn’t have anything to complain about though; he reaped the reward of it everytime. 

Your eyes met his mischief filled ones. “You got something on your mind, Honey?” 

You diverted your gaze from his eyes to his Stetson. He noticed, promptly removing it and placing it over his denim-clad pelvis with a teasing smile as he saw your eyes follow his movement. He always loved the dust of pink on your cheeks when he flirted with you. He took a step into the trailer, feeling his intoxicating scent invade your senses. 

You took a step forward, letting your eyes obscenely run over from his sweat-slicked back hair, to the slight crook in his nose, to his plush lips. Leaning into his ear, “I’ll tell you once Copper is in the trailer. Fed and watered.” Tyler almost shivered at the barely decent tone you used. You both were in a public space for Christ’s sake. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

You bit your lip, a chuckle vibrating in your chest at his pace towards the patient stallion grazing from his well deserved hay bag as soon the words left your lips.

—

After ensuring all of your belongings were packed away, you went to check on Tyler and Copper. As you turned the corner, Tyler was just finishing up putting the latches on the trailer. “How’s our big guy doing?” You asked, leaning against the side of the trailer. 

He turned to you, “fed, watered, and out like a light. Copper’s going to sleep well on the ride home. Gave him a few extra flakes of hay to keep him occupied.”

“Now,” he took a step closer to you, a smirk painted across his lips, “I wanna hear what was on your mind earlier, pretty girl,” he purred. 

You took a step closer to him with a flirtatious smile blooming on your face, reaching out for his belt loops on his jeans. 

— 

“Honeybee,” he whimpered, heading hitting back against his truck as you sunk to the dusty ground beneath your knees, scrambling to unbuckle his obnoxiously large belt buckle, and unzipping his denim jeans with a harsh tug. He hissed, “careful, sweets, don't want to damage the goods,” you chuckled before bringing his jeans down to his knees. His breath freezing in his throat as you ran your palms against his defined Adonis belt and abs, scratching at the hair of his happy trail as your smooth palm found its home - wrapped around his thick, pulsing cock in his briefs. Tyler's eyes clenched shut, a hiss leaking from his kiss-swollen lips as you began to pump him in a corkscrew motion. God, he looked so good like this. Letting you take care of him and make him crumble beneath the palms of your hands. 

“Jesus, sweetheart.” His hips stuttered as you gave his oh so sensitive, engorged tip delicate kitten licks before taking him into your mouth, sucking softly. Eyes drifting shut as you savored the subtle musk of your husband and the salty taste of the precum leaking out of his cock. You hummed around his dick as his fingers weaved into your hair, keeping his cock encased in your hot mouth. 

Jesus, the glorious sight in your mind- Tyler’s head and Stetson tipped back, lips agape, cheeks flushed pink with sweat and arousal, dress shirt unbuttoned, strong abdominal and pectoral muscles exposed from years of ranch work, hips jutting out as his jeans and briefs tethered his ankles as you worked his fat cock. 

A sound akin to a mewl left his lips as you bobbed your head along his length, working his cock with your saliva soaked hand. 

“Oh fu- baby, that feels so fucking good.” His graveled voice made you clench your thighs, his eyes opening to see you pumping his cock as you playfully sucked on his balls. Saliva dribbling down your lips to the dirt below, leaving your mark on the event grounds. Your sinful acts hidden in the shadows of your truck and trailer. 

This was definitely the best way to celebrate a world championship win, he thought through a hazy conscience as he failed to find a steady tempo of breath. 

You could feel the tightness of his balls and the steady throbbing of the vein running underneath his thick cock. His fingers tightening in your hair. 

“God-Fuck-” His trail of words were cut off with a deep groan he tried to muffle the best he could.

 His hand kept your mouth around his cock as he shot his load down your welcoming throat, letting you swallow every hot drop he had to give. His body slumping against the truck, catching his breath as you rose up off the dirt, tenderly tucking him back into his jeans, bringing your lips to his. 

After a few moments, Tyler deepened the kiss,  reaching for the backseat door. He broke away from your lips, littering your neck and collarbones with messy, open-mouthed kisses. Your lips would get swollen soon from how hard you were biting them to conceal your mewls. His hands palmed and toyed with your cotton-clad breasts, feeling his calloused fingers slide under your t-shirt to fondle at your steadily peaking nipples. “Baby, we might need to do this half-clothed,” you murmured against his lips. He let his lips leave yours, realizing where you guys were: on the outskirts of the arena grounds. 

“Well, Honeybee, we’ll just have to do it with your pants down then, pretty girl.” He smiled sinfully. His gravelly tone always made you clench your thighs in need, and feel excited and jittery inside; like a new-born foal learning to run. 

He stripped off his dress shirt, leaving him with chest and abs exposed in the shadow of the truck. Before you had the chance to admire his half-bare body, he was unzipping your jeans and pulling them down along with your panties in one fell swoop. He guided your legs out of them before placing his beloved Stetson on your head. The sight of you bare below the waist and his white stetson had his cock twitching again. 

He hopped on the seat, laying down on the leather upholstery. “Come on, honey girl, get up here. I want a taste.” He purred, eyes raking from your face down to the little honey stash between your thighs with a Cheshire-like grin. 

You chuckled, excitement thrumming through your belly like a current of electricity. His hands guided your hips over his twitching dick, over his thick pecs, and right above where he wanted you. Your breath catches in your throat as Tyler brings your hips down with his broad hands, clutching at your soft waist as he starts lapping at your drenched core.  

“Fuck, Ty-” you clutched at his tufts of hair that peaked through your fingers, like the daisies in the hayfields. He toyed with your clit, his stubble scratching deliciously against your sensitive inner thighs. He gently sucked on your clit to pull each sweet moan and gasp from your lips. His thick fingers forming troughs along the soft flesh of your hips and thighs, keeping your weeping pussy pinned above his eager mouth. 

“Please.”

He grunted as your hips rocked against him, his grip tightening on your hips, guiding your movements. Your head tipping back as your thoughts failed to construe into something tangible besides broken moans and words. It’s amazing how Tyler’s Stetson has stayed on during your impromptu ride. 

God, the sight he had from below your thighs; black t-shirt riding up to just below your bra, your hands clutching at his hair and your covered breasts, beautiful parted lips, reddened cheeks and his staple atop your head.

You looked divine like this. Hell, you were divine for wanting to marry him in the first place. 

He gave your clit a delicate kiss, just enough to make you whine a little. Littering kisses along your inner thighs, feeling the tender flesh quake above him as you protested him giving attention to places that weren’t where you needed him to be. He licked his lips savoring the sweet taste of you on his tongue, and gently teased two fingers at your entrance making you gasp and whimper at the intrusion.

“Baby, you look so good from down here, so fucking good.”

His graveled voice was marked by a unique breathlessness that times like these brought him. Your hands pushed your t-shirt up and your bra down to toy with your exposed breasts and perky nipples as the Oklahoma evening air pebbled them. Your hazy gaze looking downward at your lover’s tousled hair, flushed cheeks and lust-blown pupils with a characteristic devilish grin on his arousal soaked lips.

“Fuck, baby”

He smiled as he guided his fingers into your welcoming heat, your pretty moans music to his ears. 

His fingers finding the perfect tempo against that little spot inside you that made your toes curl against the upholstery of the car. His free hand holding an iron grip on your hip, keeping you steady.

If you hadn’t felt like you were going to cum before, you were now.  

Tyler could feel your velvet walls constrict around his welcomed digits. A soft yelp leaves your lips as he finds your clit again; toying and sucking at the delicate bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. He sucked harder the more you pulled at his hair.

“Tyler, I’m so close, please make me cum baby-please.”

The wanton, sultry tone your voice got in this state made him ache in his jeans and move his fingers that much more eagerly. 

You felt the familiar build up of pleasure in your tummy and the sparks of pleasure traveling from your toes. Tyler watched as you fell apart over him with a wracked moan of his name as his fingers continued to rub that special spot inside you, and as he continued to toy with your poor, abused clit.

He slowed his movements to a halt, letting his fingers leave to hold your hips steady, bringing his lips to languidly kiss and lathe at your cum soaked folds, drawing out any last sparks of pleasure and the sweet, little noises you always made for him. 

Your thighs shook with the aftermath of your orgasm, your body still ringing with small sparks of pleasure and sensitivity, your whimpers pouring out. 

He lathed his last set of kisses to your pussy before sliding your hips down to rest over his throbbing dick, hidden behind a layer of denim. 

Tyler brought both hands to encase your face, bringing your lips to his in a kiss full of teeth and tongue, your mouth going to the prominent vein on the side of his neck, lathing and marking the flesh as your own, spurred on by the deep groans of the man underneath you. He growled, feeling you bite into the skin there. It would surprise him if you didn’t draw blood. 

“I want to ride your thick cock, baby.” you simpered.

“Fuck, you make me so hard, Honeybee.” He growled, feeling you unzip his jeans, pulling out his aching cock and lining him up at your entrance. Gently teasing the tip, running it along your folds, letting it soak up your arousal. You smirked as you listened to the borderline moans that reverberated from his chest. He felt his eyes almost roll back at the feeling of your walls welcoming him in; back home. You watched with lust hazed eyes as his face was consumed with tension; his eyes clenched shut, brow lines rippling the tanned skin of his forehead, his tense jaw and kiss swollen lips. 

He guided your hips, savoring the feeling of you. His hips bucking up into your awaiting pussy as he got more and more invigorated for his release. 

“Fuck, Honey-fuck!” He growled as he felt your walls squeeze him for all he was worth. 

“God, you’re always so good for me, such a good fucking girl” he said as he held your hips tighter, fucking up into you at a faster pace than before. Gasps and moans falling from your lips as he pummeled that sweet, heavenly spot inside you that had you seeing a kaleidoscope of sensations behind your eyes, and your fingers clawing at his pecs and shoulders for stability. Tyler could feel the coil in his stomach tightening as his release was barreling towards him like a train going into a station. His abs tightening, pace unrelenting as he chased his high. He could feel you were close with this new set pace, your lips parted as sweet sounds echoed from your lips. He held on until he felt your walls snap close on him like a vice, your thighs shaking as your high washed over him with a broken moan and tremor. His hips rose, fucking into you one last time before releasing his hot load into your pretty pussy with a deep growl. 

—

He gingerly pulled up your panties, keeping his cum trapped between your folds. He snapped the button of your jeans closed as he languidly made out with you. He changed into a t-shirt that hugged his biceps just right, keeping his jeans on. You both silently changed into your new set of clothes with content, lovesick smiles on your face. You gave him a kiss as he passed you his sweatshirt to wear during the ride home. 

You both settled into the front seat of the truck. By now, most people had gone home, the bright stars above watching over you. He placed his Stetson on the backseat, smirking as he watched you reach out for the cowboy hat, placing it on your head with a cute smile that made him smirk and shake his head. 

He leaned over, placing a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I love you, Honeybee.”

“I love you too, Ty.”

You give his thick thigh a squeeze, smiling as he groans into the kiss. He pulled black from the kiss, putting the truck into drive. As soon as his hand is free, he takes your hand in his, making your cheeks warm at the gesture, kissing the back of it as he pulls out of the dirt road onto the interstate towards Arkansas.

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[thefatedthoughtofyou]

{ this was inspired by this lovely art by @maatdraws . I've seen this art so so many times and always wanted to write a little something for it! And now i finally have! I hope that's okay!!!! and i was encouraged in the tags by @bananahoneycomb so they're getting a tag as well! Thanks for the encouragement! I just needed that little push! 💚 this is my writing blog by the way, hi hello! My main is @sugarcookiesteve }

Trans Eddie Munson with References to sexual activities so, 18+ only please! Make good choices!

Eddie's got his pants up and zipped, his shirt dangling from his teeth, when he hears Steve move behind him. Before he knows what's happening, Steve's sleep warm chest is pressed agaisnt his back, gentle arms wrapping around Eddie's middle, his cheek nuzzling into Eddie's shoulder.

"Where ya goin?" Steve mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. Eddie's heart is pounding in his chest. Which is ridiculous. He shouldn't be this nervous. Not with Steve. They'd been sleeping together for months now. But he feels his palms start to sweat as Steve tightens his hold, just a little.

"Um... home?" Eddie says, like it's a question.

"How come? Don't wanna sleep here? Is my bed uncomfortable?" Steve asks. And Eddie knows he's teasing. Only asks so many questions and talks so much when he's fully awake, and aware of what he's doing. Eddie's arms fall to his sides, shirt clasped in a trembling hand, Steve still plastered to his back.

"You're bed's... fine." Eddie mumbles, wishing Steve would just let him leave. He doesn't wanna do this. Not right now. He just wants to go home and curl up under his own covers and wallow in his self pity. Like he does every time they do this.

"Why do you always run from me?" Steve whispers, soft and sweet, presses the words into Eddie's shoulder with a genlte kiss.

"Wha- I'm not-"

"You never stay. You're always gone in the morning. Or before... sometimes. I wake up and you're gone." Steve moves his lips slowly over Eddie's skin, not kissing, just... gliding. His lips are warm, his breath warmer where it ghosts across Eddie's neck as Steve noses into his hair.

"I'm sorry." Eddie says, Steve tightens his hold, hands curling around Eddie's sides now, wrapping him in his warm embrace.

"You don't have to be sorry. Just," a sigh.

"Just tell me what I'm doing wrong?"

And he says it like a question. Like he needs the answer to this thing that keeps taking Eddie away from him.

"You're not doing anything wrong. It's me. I just... you don't want this. Me. Not really." Eddie breathes it into the dark room, his skin boiling as his heart thunders against his ribs. Steve's nose rubs agaisnt his ear.

"I don't? Oh. Wish someone had told me that." Steve's teasing again. Eddie can feel him smiling into his shoulder.

"Steve-"

"Didn't I invite you over? Make you dinner?" Steve asks, his fingers moving slowly over Eddie's ribs, it makes him squirm a bit.

"Well yeah...but-"

"And after we ate dinner. I ate something else, pretty thoroughly, I thought." He feels Steve shrug against him, his cheeks flushing for a whole different reason now.

"Just because you're obsessed with eating me out doesn't mean-" Steve snorts into his shoulder, cuts him off.

"I'm not obsessed. I just wanna make you feel good." He feels Steve tense then, for the first time since he'd sidled up behind him.

"Do you not like it? I won't do it anymore if you don't. You seemed like you did, so I kept doing it." Steve's voice is quiet in his ear. Eddie drops his shirt and finally touches Steve back, his hands moving to cover Steve's arms where they're wrapped around his middle.

"No. I- I love when you do that. It's not. Ugh!" He sighs, frustrated. Steve moves again, quick and agile. His hands move to Eddie's chest, fingers moving deftly over the scars there.

"It's this isn't it? You think I don't want you because of this?" Steve breathes, his hands and voice gentle where they touch Eddie. And Eddie can't speak now, his throat is burning with the tears that are threatening, because of course Steve would fucking get it. First guess too.

He settles for a nod. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip to stop it from trembling. He feels Steve nod in return and then his arms are wrapped around Eddie again, holding him close, his nose tucked behind Eddie's ear.

"Eddie." He whispers it, Eddie's chest rumbles at the way his name sounds in Steve's mouth, the way it rolls off his tongue full of longing, like he wants to say...

"Yeah?" Eddie breathes, his body trembling.

"I love you."

It's the first time he's said it. He's wanted to, before now, Eddie had seen it, in his eyes. But he'd always made a joke, or changed the subject, or kissed him so he couldn't get the words out. But there they were. Hanging in the quiet of Steve's room, hanging in the warmth that Steve was pressing into Eddie's body, like he couldn't let him go.

"I love you too." Eddie whispered, his voice shaking. Steve turned him them, fast and nimble in a way Eddie never seemed to able to pin down. His fingers gently tucking Eddie's hair behind his ears.

"Stay. Please?" Steve asks, his hands moving down, his thumbs moving over Eddie's scars before his fingertips settle on the waistband of Eddie's pants. Steve's eyes drop down, and then raise back up, looking at Eddie through his lashes, a question in his warm brown eyes.

Eddie once again can't find his words. His throat clicks when he tries to speak so he nods again. A little frantic. And then Steve is smiling. And the thunder in Eddie's chest calms. Because that's safe. That smile. Steve is safe. Always. And he wants Eddie here. Not just for sex. But for all the other dumb shit they get up to too.

Steve nods back, a mirror to Eddie now. And keeps smiling as he unbuttons Eddie's jeans and helps him out of them. Both of them laughing when Eddie's foot gets stuck and he nearly topples over.

When Steve has them both back under the covers, his arms wrapped around Eddie again, face pressed into Eddie's back, his hands resting over Eddie's heart, Steve whispers sweet words into Eddie's skin. And Eddie feels himself falling. Falling further in love. Falling asleep. Falling for Steve over and over as he presses kisses into Eddie's neck and tells him that he loves him. All of him. Always.

[lemon-russ]

My brain is full of Leman Russ nonsense and I'm making it everyones problem. No edit, written in bed on my phone, no regerts.

Leman Russ x F!Reader

Pre-emperor discovering Fenris

Cw: none it's just fluff

Tags (see I can write things that are not horrors still): @sleepyfan-blog @undeaddream @scriberye @lisikk

It wasn't often someone got to be alone with The Wolf King.

He had people clamoring to be near him constantly. He had a whole court, the Russ tribe, friends, admirers. It was rare for the massive man to be seen without at least his wolf-kin at his side.

But tonight, you had him to yourself.

Walking through fresh, still falling snow, your footsteps crunching and the world muffled by the flakes.

“Are you cold, pup?” He asked softly. You smile up at him, shaking your head no. You're wrapped in soft furs- furs of beasts he hunted, skinned, and cured for you when he found out you had been wrapping in blankets in the snow instead.

He grins down at you, his teeth sharp unlike any others. It was partially where his title came from. The Wolf King.

But for you, he is just Leman. Your Leman.

He wraps an arm around your shoulder, walking through the moonlit snow easily with his wide strides. The woods are beautiful tonight, fat snow flakes clinging to pine needles, framing the forest in white. It wasn't often the snow came down so gently. A rare treat to see the world so at rest.

He leads you to a tree, packing down some of the snow and laying out a fur for you to sit on. You gratefully take the seat, and he flops next to you and pulls you against him, tucking his fur around you.

You sigh, snuggling to his broad chest. You're tiny, compared to him. There are many myths to why the wolf king is so large and strong, some claiming his wolf-mother blessed him, some say he is a god reborn. You tease him that it's because his heart is so big, he had to grow to hold it. This is usually met with an assault of kisses and tickles.

Leman looks up at the moon, full and fighting to be seen between breaks in the snow clouds.

“Usually I enjoy the energy and excitement of a harsh storm-” he says as he rubs your back. “But even I have to sit and admire when things are peaceful.”

You smile up at him, admiring his strong jaw and pale eyes. “It is a lovely view.” You say softly.

He glances down at you with a smirk. “I meant the moon, you silly pup.” He chuckles, squeezing you closer as you giggle.

His expression grows softer, meeting your eyes quietly a moment.

“Leman…?” You ask softly.

He looks like he is in thought. Then he takes a deep breath, and moves to hold both of your hands between his.

“Pup, I… I've been considering something.” He says in that soft tone reserved for you. “I think now is a good time for it…”

You knit your brow, “A good time for…” your words trail as he pulls a ribbon from his pocket.

An intricately embroidered ribbon, with wolf emblems, and his tribes runes and- and your tribes runes-

Your breath catches in your throat, your heart hammering. You look back up at him and are met with a sweet, tender, and very nervous looking Wolf King.

“I have given this a lot of thought…” he says gently, looking at the ribbon between his hands. “I wasn't sure if… if I should. My life is hectic. It is hard. I love being The Wolf King, and I love the fenrisian people. But it can be overwhelming…” he looks back to your eyes.

“But I think… I want to do it with you by my side. With our pups running around the Aett. With you in my bed every night…” he smiles nervously.

“If you'd have me, love, I will do everything in my power to make sure you never go a day without anything. Warmth, food, mjöd, clothes…”

You blink back tears, moving to kneel before him, taking his face between your small hands.

He sighs and smiles, tears shimmering in his own eyes. You reach for his hands, wrapping the ribbon around your hand.

“I only ever need you, my heart.” You say gently. “Every day that I share with you, I have everything I need.”

A tear falls down Leman's face as he lets out a small laugh. He encompasses your hand in his, then wraps the ribbon around it.

“I vow to be at your side, every day, for the rest of our lives…” he says softly. “I vow to care for you, to love you, to carry you when you are weak…” he adds, wrapping the ribbon once more each promise.

You take the ribbon and loop it around again. “I vow to love you until the end of days…” you promise, “and to be your comfort, and to be the hearth you come home to to warm your heart when being the Wolf King tires you…”

He smiles, helping you tie the ends to a knot. Tears chill both of your cheeks as you meet eachothers eyes.

“And I vow to be at the worlds end, hand in hand with you, my love.” You say with a wavering voice.

He raises your free hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “And I will be there with you, as it all crumbles away, my heart. My love.” He kisses your hand again, then leans down and presses a tear salted kiss to your lips.

“My Wolf Queen.”

[ikimaru]

Hi sunny :D I’m a tad nervous to ask questions but you’re one of my favorite artists soo… 😞😞

I was just wondering if you have any tips regarding making a comic :,3

thank you‼️🫶

heey thank you so much! 🙈 I'm sure I've responded to this multiple times before but I can't even find the asks on my own blog so here we go again dksjd

this is for a shorter type comic, for comics that are a lot longer like many hundreds pages it's more complicated!

1 - write down the plot with main things you want to have happen and divide it into scenes revolving around these things, expanding on what should happen in each scene with dialogue, notes etc. This helps making sure each scene connects well to the next and also gives you a general idea of how long the comic is gonna be

2 - sketch out pages as rough draft (thumbnailing) so you will know how the action will be distributed across the page, I usually sketch all the pages in one scene at the same time so you can know in advance where a scene is gonna end it's not gonna be 2 panels into a new page if u don't want it to

3 - when figuring out how a scene plays out you can sorta imagine it like a movie in your head and you choose angles you like or that make the scene flow nicely! (as for panel shapes and other technical things I suggest looking at tutorials or looking through comics or manga you like to see how they do them)

4 - this is just if you want to carry out a comic from start to finish! never underestimate how long it takes to make comic pages, so if you want a finished comic I suggest trying out doing something shorter of a few pages to see how you feel about that first, find a way to draw and color them that's comfortable for you! I think around 50-60 pages is manageable, if it goes in the hundreds it's gonna be a long haul (I kinda never want to go there again lmao) so imo avoid spending too much time on full coloring/details/backgrounds in every panel, it can look good but ur gonna get burned out SO fast (a lot of comics get dropped for that reason) most long running comics have simpler styles and assistants to help with coloring, adding text etc

hope this helps!

[ghos-twinter]

Sanctuary among the Stars

author's note: so I debated on posting this on my main blog, but I wanted to make a account solely focusing on Star Wars just because my main blog is sorta all over the place, anyways this is a series I want to write for The Bad Batch:)

Plot: You’re the general to Clone Force 99 when the Clone Wars are coming to a close end another problem arises when the Jedi council and Republic are destroyed, abandoning the life you once knew you need to live your life without raising suspicion of you being a former Jedi knight.

warning: Metions of death, PTSD, trust-issues, angst, fluff.

pairing: Hunter x Jedi!Reader (slow romance)

Aftermath/ Aftermath 2

"Master are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" You asked Obi-Wan, he nodded "I'm sure you have your own team to lead..General." You looked back over at the bad batch who were currently packing their belonings and extra weapons, when the orders came that Obi-Wan would be going after General Grievous. Everyone started to prepare to fight on different planets "I know, but we can help."

"Lieutenant I'm hurt do you not think I could protect General Kenobi?" Cody asked playfully.

You rolled your eyes "I know you can commander." you said gently punching his shoulder, even after you left to join the bad batch as their general. Cody never stopped calling you Lieutenant even when others would correct him that you were a general, but it never bothered you that he would call you that. "Trust in the force we will see each other after this.. I promise." Even while you hesitated you nodded in agreement, "Then may the force be with you.. both of you." Cody saluted you and Obi-Wan gave you one last smile before leaving.

"You had a touching moment with your master too?" You heard Ashoka say, "I guess so, since you're back we should get together later." Ashoka smiled as you said that, "wouldn't miss it."

"General we're ready to move out." You heard Hunter say as the rest of the bad batch started to board their ship "May the force be with you general." Ashoka said smiling "May the force be with you." You said as you followed behind Hunter.

"You're getting all mushy." Crosshair teased, you rolled your eyes at him but not in annoyance. You grew used to his teasing words even while it did piss you off at times, "I mean we're all going to see each other in the end right?" Echo asked and you smiled "Of course, Tech what's the mission?"

"We're going to assist on Krell with general Depa Bilaba." You nodded "sounds good to me, but make sure you guys aren't doing anything crazy.. her rank as a jedi outbeats me."

The bad batch stared at you before all muttering "no promises." you couldn't help but laugh they were always quick to say that.

"General?"

"what's up sarg?"

"You seem nervous."

"How can you tell?" He chuckled, "I could sense it." "no kidding, but I guess you're right I am nervous.." you sank more into your chair "I can't help but think about Obi-Wan as Jedis we're never allowed to grow attached to someone, but with Obi-Wan he always cared about my safety and I care about his. I already know how general Grievous is.."

Hunter frowned slightly, he never saw you this upset before something in his chest felt uneasy.

"I've heard stories about General Kenobi.. I know he'll be fine.”
You gave Hunter a small smile as he said that, his words planting a root a comfort in you. "Thanks, Hunter."

"We've arrived on Krell." Tech said as he began to land you grabbed your lightsaber "You guys ready?" you asked.

"We're always ready general." Wrecker said happily, he was always the one more excited about going on missions than anyone else. You chuckled "Lets get going then." As you guys exited the ship Wrecker was already taking down droids, you were quick to get in front of him to deflect any shots coming his way. As you took down a few droids you noticed a small figure in the distance running towards you guys, "Caleb?"

"General Y/N!" he shouted happily "youngling shouldn’t you be with your master?" You asked as the others joined in to listen to what Caleb had to say, "Yeah! I was going to tell you that, our troopers are pinned down in a bad spot we need help." You nodded "General what are your orders?" Hunter asked, "You guys got this just try to keep up." You teased as you ran ahead of them, "Wait that's cheating!" Shouted Wrecker as he chased after you.

The other batch just rolled their eyes as followed behind. As you got closer to where Depa was at "I'm going ahead to join my master." Caleb said as you watched him slide down a slope of snow "So whats the plan Tech?" You asked over the comms, "You already know that answer." "True, I'll take the lead and you guys catch the droids off guard." You said as you deteached your lightsabers from your belt, you could hear the trees shake behind you as snow covered you.

You jumped in the middle making the droids suddenly jump back "Jedi!" One shouted "You guys should really be paying attention." You said confidently "what do you-" You quickly jump out of the way as you see the large boulder Wrecker pushed tumble down towards them, the droids are late to react and some of them get pushed over a cliff. After you see the boulder competly fall off of the cliff you jump back towards the droids and begin to take some down with your lightsabers, the bad batch joined you soon after.

"Make a hole!" Wrecker said as he chagred headfirst into the droids, Hunter followed after taking a few out with his knife, Tech followed behind dodging some of the droids before placing an electric device on their back he presses his holopad making the droids fall unresponsive, Echo was next to you using his blaster to shoot at them. One of the droids got too close behind you and before you could react the droid was already shot down, "Thanks Crosshair." You said over the comms "Caught you off gaurd?" you laughed "Nah just wanted to see if you cared about me enough to protect me and you proved me right."

"Tanks up ahead." You said warning the group, "Crosshair, let's get these tanks moving." Hunter said "Sir, yes sir." Crosshair replied as he used a speical ammo to attach the tanks together, Wrecker went to the tank that was closests to the cliff and started to push it over the edge.

"Hey stop that!" You heard a droid shout at Wrecker "Adjust the stabilizers, we're going over!" the moment you saw a couple of droids start getting closer to Wrecker you quickly rushed to defend him as did the others.

"Hey clanker, catch!" Tech shouted as he tossed something to the droid to your surprise (not really) the droid caught it before realizing what it was the droid ended up getting electrocuted, Wrecker finally shoved the tank over making the others follow. You used the force to quickly pull Wrecker to safety before the tanks could drag him down "Heh, thanks general." "no problem."

There were still a few more droids to deal with, but not as many as before Tech was able to attach a explosive to one of them. You used the force to put a sheild around you all as Tech pressed a button to make the explosive react, taking out the final droids.

“Impressive I wonder if you guys beat your own record yet on how quick you could destroy droids.” You said as you turned off your lightsaber and placed it back on your belt, “we were off by one minute.” Tech informed the group making them groan, Hunter placed his knife back in its original place before removing his helmet.

You heard crosshair slide down to join you guys as you approached Depa and Caleb “if you’re done hiding down there I suggest you launch a counterattack. Another battalion of battle droid is approaching.” Hunter said to Depa “The general is the one who gives the orders around here.” Snapped one of the troopers next to Depa, but she’s quick to stop him.

“He’s right captain. This is our chance. Launch the counterattack.” The captain nods before giving the orders to the rest of his troops you watched as they ran ahead, “General Y/N it’s nice to see you.” Depa says as she finally emerges from her hiding spot, “Master Depa.”

“I’ve heard about Kenobi.” She said giving you a small smile. “I know the force will protect him.” You said reassuring yourself.

“There you are, little Jedi. You missed all the fun.” Wrecker said as he smiled at Caleb, “watching your team in action was the fun.” He replied back.

“General I think my padawan made new friends with your troopers.” Depa says.

You smiled “it would seem so Master Depa.”

“Despite their exploits your team did the job well done.” You sheepishly smiled, you knew she wouldn’t be a fan of the way the bad batch did things.

“Exploits?” Wrecker asked confused looking at you and over to the others “Don’t overthink it, Wrecker.” Crosshair says rolling his eyes “General may I ask if you know what happened to my actual reinforcements?” Depa asked you “we’ve gotten news that reinforcements are being sent back to the capital, we’re the only ones that got sent to you.”

“We’re all the ones you need.” Wrecker said proudly, “Actually if my intel is correct the general will not need any of us, the Clone War may soon be over.” You looked over at Tech shocked, does that mean Obi-Wan did it?

“Better tell that to the clankers headed our way.” Depa’s captain said “I am referring to the encrypted comm chatter, Clone intelligence is reporting Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi has found and engaged General Grievous on Utapau.” You felt your heart freeze when Tech read the report now you could only trust that Obi-Wan would be safe.

“If he captures or kills Grievous the separatist command structure will collapse.” Echo stated, “and most likely the droid armies along with them.” Tech said.

“A fascinating theory, yet unfortunately not something we can control from here. I suggest we focus on the task at hand, General?” Depa asked for your opinion and you nodded. “It’s as you say.”

“Any orders? Or shall we do what we do?” Hunter said as he put his helmet back on “let’s go blow something up!” Wrecker said excitedly “Well general what do you think?” Depa said smiling, “can I go with them?” Caleb asked looking over at you and Depa, you giggled “go ahead and watch them for me yeah?” “Of course General!”

You heard Hunter chuckle “You ready for this? We move fast.”

“Good, that’s the only way I know.” Caleb said as he ran ahead, you let out a laugh as the rest quickly tailed behind him.

“I could sense your worry when Tech mentioned Obi-Wan.” Depa said as she stood next to you, “I could never hide my emotions from you guys I swear..” you mumbled and Depa gave a light chuckle “You were always a trouble maker that’s for one, Kenobi had his hands full with you.”

“I guess that’s what made me fit well with the batch bad, speaking of them I should go catch up to them.” You start heading to them, when suddenly you felt something was wrong your skin felt like it was on fire as you suddenly heard screams echoing around you. What was happening? Why was the force screaming at you to run? you turned around to ask Depa if she felt the same thing until you saw her captain raise his blaster at her.

She was quick to ignite her lightsaber “Depa?! What’s happening?” You ignited your lightsaber, but when you tried joining her side she used the force to push you back away from her. “Don’t! Take Caleb and run!” You felt a cold sweat run down your back as more troopers surrounded her “Master Depa-“

“Listen to me! We will all die here including Caleb if you don’t take him and run!” This was the first time you ever heard Depa sound so afraid, “Master!” You heard Caleb shout his footsteps sounding closer and closer, you glanced at Depa for one last time before quickly wrapping an arm around Caleb to stop him.

“What are you doing we have to help her!” He tried fighting you to get out of your arms “Caleb!” You shouted, the young padawan looked up at you tears already sliding down his cheek “we have to run and we can’t look back..” your voice wavered, he nodded.

You held onto his hand as you tried looking for a place to run, but that’s when you saw the bad batch stop in front of you “General? What’s going on?” Hunter asked, you could only shake your head before pulling Caleb into the forest, you couldn’t trust them not after what you just witnessed.

You could hear Echo and Hunter shout for you to stop, but you didn’t you continued to run until you were sure that they weren’t close nearby.

“M-Master Depa she’s-“ You heard Caleb begin to sob, you wanted to cry as well but you needed to be brave for him you gently pulled Caleb into a hug letting the padawan cry into your shoulder. “I’m sorry Caleb.. we need to find a place to get out of here..” you tried thinking of something until you felt the force screaming at you to run again, you could hear the snow crunching.

“Caleb quickly hide in the trees-“

“W-What about you?”

“If they get close to you I’ll protect you, but you have to run and don’t look back not even for me.. understand?” The young padawan nods and quickly heads up into the trees you quickly jumped to a different tree branch watching from below, you could see it was Hunter and Crosshair looking around.

“They’re close…” you could hear Crosshair say as he held his sniper rifle close, that’s when you noticed crosshair looking at something you squint your eyes trying to figure out what he was looking at but that’s when dread filled you, he found Caleb.

“Come down kid, we’re here to help.” Hunter said trying to reassure Caleb, suddenly you felt it again the force telling you to run. You saw Crosshair point his sniper to Caleb your eyes widen, you didn’t have a choice anymore. You ignited your lightsaber and jumped down pushing Crosshair’s sniper away making him stumble backwards “General-“

“Caleb run!” You shouted as you used the force to push Hunter and Crosshair back, you watched as Caleb leaped into another branch and you followed behind.

“What are you doing?!” Hunter questioned Crosshair angrily “Following orders.” “We don’t even know what the orders are! Stand down.” Hunter said as he quickly followed behind Caleb and you.

Your mind raced as you thought about what Crosshair almost did, he was going to shoot Caleb.. if you hadn’t done something he would’ve.. what was going on? Anytime you would tap into the force trying to communicate with other Jedis, the force was quick to push you back out.

You didn’t see Crosshair or Hunter and quickly went back up in the trees to avoid leaving any footprints “Y/N.” Caleb whispered your name, you could see his hands trembling as he held onto his lightsaber.

“What are we going to do?”

“I-I don’t know Caleb, let’s just focus on getting out of here okay?” He nods before quickly quieting down as he senses Hunter and Crosshair coming near you guys again, you listened closely as Hunter was using his comms to communicate “Tell me something I don’t know, Tech.” It went silent before you heard Hunter’s voice again “what? Which Jedi?”

“That would explain things.” Crosshair said as he continued to hold his rifle “it doesn’t begin to explain things! Are you saying Y/N is a traitor?” Crosshair didn’t respond “we can’t go back yet, we haven't found the kid or even Y/N yet." Hunter said into the comms.

You didn’t realize that Crosshair had spotted Caleb until you heard the branch that Caleb was perched on snap, “shit!” You cursed at yourself as you quickly jumped down to protect Caleb, you ignited your lightsaber and stood in front of him. Sending glares to both Hunter and Crosshair “seriously cross? You’re going to fucking kill me?”

“That’s the plan.”

“Then you better make every shot count.” “Wait!” neither you or crosshair listened to Hunter.

You didn’t want to kill Crosshair in the end you couldn’t do that to Hunter or any of them, you just needed to get close enough to push Crosshair back enough into a tree.. you dodged his shots, Hunter shouted for Crosshair to stand down but he didn’t. Once you saw Crosshair close enough to a tree you used the force to push him back, knocking him out in the meantime.

“Wait general! Look.” You watched as Hunter threw his blaster away from him “I’m on your side general…”

You wanted to trust Hunter you truly did, but you couldn’t risk Caleb’s safety. You grabbed Caleb and started to run it wasn’t until you heard running water that you came to a sudden stop, it was a dead end.. “w-what do we do now?” Shit shit shit! When you looked back you saw Hunter already making his way down to you guys you looked across the waterfall and saw a plot of land “Caleb can you make that jump?” “I think so.. wait! What are you-“

You gently squeezed his hand in reassurance “Caleb you have to get away from here, I can distract them long enough for you to go but I can’t come with you.” “Y/N please don’t leave me alone..” you smiled at him “Caleb you can do this.. hurry.” You watched as he hesitated before finally jumping across he looked at you for the last time before leaving “May the force be with you.” You whispered.

“General..” you heard Hunter call out to you, “so what now? Are you going to kill me Sarg?” You said as you faced him “no! I would never-“ you let out a dry chuckle “really? Because crosshair sure didn’t hesitate.” “I can’t explain it but he’s not acting himself..” you didn’t say anything back you weren’t even sure what to say.

“You can come with us we can-“ that’s when Hunter heard a click, Crosshair was behind him pointing his blaster at you. Hunter thought you would’ve ran or fought back but you didn’t, you turned off your lightsaber “are you going to kill me crosshair?” You could see crosshair study you his hand shook slightly “good soldiers follow orders..”

You waited for him to take the shot but he didn’t instead crosshair lowered his sniper rifle you didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you felt yourself relax that’s when you saw Tech, Echo and Wrecker come running joining Hunter and Crosshair.

“General are you alright?” Echo asked you didn’t know what to even say you weren’t injured but you weren’t okay “we should get moving-“ “we? I’m not going anywhere.” You said as you stood your ground looking at them.

“What? Why not we can’t just leave you here.” Wrecker said, but you let out a sigh you were exhausted “didn’t you guys see what the troopers just did? They killed Depa! I literally felt her die.. they’ll do the same to me the moment they see me.” You wanted to tell them you didn’t trust crosshair either, you’re not sure why he didn’t shoot you but it didn’t make you trust him enough yet either.

“Wrecker, Tech go distract the regs.” They nodded before quickly rushing away “Sarg? What are you doing?” You asked confused “we could hide you on the marauder until we find a safe place for you.”

“What? There’s no way that’s going to work Hunter-“

“General just trust me..please.” You debated on believing Hunter before nodding, crosshair didn’t object to this idea instead prompting to just following after Hunter and Echo as they carefully escorted you back to the ship, you avoided looking at the spot Depa was killed at.

Once back on the Marauder you retreated back somewhere privately, you wished this was all a dream that you were back at the Jedi temple getting ready for the day. Yet you know this wasn’t a dream you looked out the window to see the stars, how many other Jedis perished? Was Ashoka, Anakin or Obi-Wan safe? You felt sick the force continued to scream at you to run and hide, you didn’t hear the door open to the private corridors until you heard Echo’s voice call out to you.

“General?” You looked up at him “what is it echo?” “You don’t look too good..” he was right because you felt like absolute shit, “..can you stay with me?” You asked and Echo didn’t hesitate to sit down on the ground with you, “are you alright?” When you didn’t say anything Echo already knew.

You silently closed your eyes as you listened to the hum of the ship not knowing how your life would completely change from the one you once knew.

[childotkw]

I know this sounds weird. But i CANNOT emphasize just how much your works and your au snippets do for me. Like they make me so happy that I get kinda teary. I think I've said this before to you about me being a skim reader, but your writings I read word by word. I just read the chaos au and it's so beautiful and funny. And CS and YBTM are so good. I've read both atleast 5 times each and I'm gonna go and reread it again. ASFGDHF it's like when life gets stressful i run to your blog and your fics. Thank you so much for giving us all this content.

God this made me teary, you’re so sweet???

I’m so happy you enjoy my work and blog - it’s honestly a mess but it’s our mess, ya know? You guys always give me a good boost and it’s just such a delight being able to talk and interact with you all 💕

Have a lil snippet:

There was no deceit or indecisiveness on Black’s face as he stared Simon down, only a placid smile and malicious eyes that dared him to call his bluff; to give him an excuse to bring everything crashing to the ground.

This was…it was insane.

Black was only thirteen, a full year younger than Simon, yet he held himself as assuredly as a man three times his age.

Looking at him right now – straight-backed and with that confident tilt to his chin – it was all too easy to imagine him on the floor of the Wizengamot, commanding the high court and elite pureblood representatives alike.

Simon had never had much opportunity to interact with Black before. Being in another year and House, they ran in different circles, had different interests and hobbies, and beyond the one or two chance encounters in the hallways and stilted conversations, they had never really spoken.

So, he had never given much credence to the rumours that surrounded the other boy, or the nervous smiles and averted eyes that followed in his wake.

Or the way a single look from him could quell even the boldest of their peers.

Or the fact that no one, not even their professors, seemed willing to cross him.

The cautionary tales had always seemed so outlandish, so extreme, and the words muttered under peoples’ breath had sounded ridiculous. But it was all he could hear now beneath the frantic drumming of his heart.

Wizarding royalty.

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Your father's expression hardened as he took in the scene, his disappointment evident in his eyes. "What in the world happened here?" he demanded, his voice a mix of frustration and disbelief.

You exchanged a nervous glance with Tristan, both of you realizing that you were about to face the inevidentable consequences of your actions. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you stepped forward, ready to take responsibility for what had happened.

"We... we had a little... accident," you admitted reluctantly, your voice tinged with guilt. "I'm sorry, Dad. And... Kristan."

"That vase was Kristan's favorite, you know that, right?" You'd never seen your father more livid as Kristan's eyes began to fill with tears. You couldn't believe it, crying? Over a vase?

"Is this because of that grudge against Tristan? Come on, Y/N." Your father's voice sounded disappointed as he interrupted you, his tone heavy with reproach. "I thought we were past all that."

Tristan's voice responded, annoyance evident in his voice. "It's a vase, come on. Can't we just get another one?"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Tristan's insensitive. "Of course you'd say that. It was your fault anyway."

"My fault? You pushed me into it!" Tristan turned to face you, anger evident in his face as you scoffed.

"After you said I had an alcohol problem!" You shouted back, your voice rising with frustration. "You know nothing about me, Tristan!"

"Oh really, so you're a stuck up bitch from Manhattan who thinks she's the best thing that's ever happened-"

"Enough!" Your father's voice boomed, silencing the both of you. He took a deep breath, clearly trying to rein in his own emotions. "I don't care whose fault it is. What matters is that you both acted irresponsibly, and now we're left to deal with the consequences."

"Consequences?" You blurted out. "I've had to deal with a lot of consequences, dad. I really can't deal with one more."

"Oh, yes. You can. And you will. I know your mom lets you run your own life back in Manhattan but this is my house, and you'll abide by my rules," your father retorted firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of frustration and shame wash over you. Your father was right – you had acted recklessly, and now you had to face the consequences of your actions. As much as you wanted to argue, you knew deep down that you had to own up to your mistakes.

"I know that your mom insisted on you having my old car but no, you will not." Your jaw dropped. No car? "You will share Tristan's until we figure this whole thing out. You guys are family now and you better start acting like it."

Tristan's expression was priceless - how looked pissed. But so was yours. "You're not my dad, you can't let him do this. Mom?"

Kristan's eyes met her son's and she shook her head. "He is right," Kristan interjected gently, her voice tinged with disappointment. "We need to address this behavior, and part of that means facing the consequences. Y/N, you'll be living with us for a little bit and that means you have to follow our rules."

"Especially if you wanna go back to New York." Your father added. You couldn't believe this bullshit.

"So what now?" You mumble, not really knowing how to respond.

Your dad shared a look with Kristan before looking back at you. "You and Tristan are going to share a car until you learn how to get along with each other. This is insanity, you two are almost adults and acting like five year olds."

Your jaw dropped. No car? No freedom? Sharing it with Tristan? You suddenly felt light headed. Sharing a car with Tristan was bad enough, but the idea of having to rely on him for transportation was almost unbearable. The thought of being trapped with him and being forced to tolerate his presence day in and day out made your blood boil.

"Dad, you can't be—"

"Enough, Y/N," your father interrupted firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "This decision is final. You and Tristan will share the car until you learn to get along with each other. End of discussion."

You glanced at Tristan, the smug smirk on his face only fueling your frustration. You knew that sharing a car with him would be a nightmare, but you also knew that you had no choice but to comply with your father's decision.

"Fine," you muttered through gritted teeth, your tone laced with resentment. "I'll share the damn car."

Clutching your sweater tightly around you, you stepped out of the house, with Tristan following close behind. The sun was barely out yet and you two had to get to school together, in the same car. Last night, before you went to bed, you decided that you were not going to give Tristan what he wanted from you; a reaction.

The chill of the morning air nipped at your skin as you made your way toward the car. You could feel Tristan's presence looming behind you, his footsteps echoing softly on the pavement.

As you reached the car, you readied yourself for the inevitable tension that would accompany the drive to school. Taking a deep breath, you climbed into the passenger seat and avoided making eye contact with Tristan.

Tristan got into the car with a loud sigh, immediately shutting the door and turning on the car before he turned on the heater. As he began to drive, he turned on the radio and began blasting Country music. You couldn't help but send him a glare, he didn't peg you as a country fan.

You could feel the car vibrating loudly as you drove - this was not a good way to start the morning. "Tristan." You turned your head to face him but it looked like he was too engulfed in the music to notice. "Tristan!"

He rolled his eyes and turned to you. "What?"

You shot him an annoyed glare before turning down the music, causing Tristan to let out a loud groan. "I don't wanna listen to this right now."

"Well, too bad."

"Tristan, we're sharing the car. Don't I get a say in this?" You shot back, Tristan shaking his head.

"No, it was my car first before you decided to push me into a table and knock down my mom's vase. So, no." Tristan began moving his hand to turn up the volume and you couldn't help but smack it away, causing Tristan to groan once again.

"Country music before 8 am should be a damn crime. It is too early for this shit." You reached for the radio dial yourself, switching it to a different station with a pop song playing softly.

"No, Y/N." He switched the radio back to country, causing you to scoff. You waited a few seconds before quickly turning it back to Pop, causing Tristan to glare at you.

"Focus on driving, pal." You teased as Tristan changed the station, again.

"Stop changing the damn station!" Tristan snapped, his patience wearing thin. "You don't get to call the shots here. If you have a problem with the music, you can deal with it because guess what - it's my car."

"Tristan-"

But before you could finish your sentence, Tristan reached over and turned off the radio entirely, his expression annoyed.

"Hey, why'd you do that?" you protested, irritation evident in your voice.

Tristan ignored you, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "I'm not listening to your shitty music. We'll drive in silence if we have to."

You stared at him, unable to believe his audacity. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

As you finally arrived at Chilton, you practically jumped out of the car, eager to escape Tristan. You slammed the door shut behind you, not bothering to look back as you stormed off towards the school entrance. Today was definitely not going to be an easy day.

Yesterday, all you had done the entire day was sit in the Dean's office as they tried and figured out your schedule, today was your first real day. You weren't nervous though, you knew half of the people at Chilton already worshipped the ground you walked on because they know you're from Manhattan.

You walked into your first period, trying to exude the same confidence you had back in New York. The students turned to look at you as you entered the room, whispers trailing in your wake. Your eyes immediately landed on a brunette girl, her hair pinned back in a half up half down style and immediately recognized her. Paris Geller, the girl you used to call your best friend. Her jaw slightly slacked as she registered you were back, her eyes widened slightly.

The teacher, Mr. Remmy, greeted you with a warm smile. "Ah, you must be Y/N Cromwell, the new transfer student. Welcome to Chilton."

You returned her smile politely, nodding in acknowledgment despite the nervousness settling in your chest. "Thank you, I'm looking forward to being here."

You immediately walked toward an empty seat and settled in, feeling Paris's gaze lingering on you. The tension in the air was palpable, and you couldn't help but wonder what Paris was thinking. The two of you used to be inseparable, but things had changed since you left for Manhattan.

"As for our upcoming group project," Mr. Remmy announced, drawing your attention back to the front of the class, "you'll need to partner up with one of your classmates, preferably someone nearby." Glancing around, you spotted a girl with black hair and bright blue eyes seated right next to you. She was seated right beside you, and you offered her a smile, which she returned.

"I'll give you a few minutes to discuss."

You guys both shared a glance before you turned your body to face her. "Hey." You began, a smile playing on your lips.

"Hi. So, uh... are we partners?"

"Only if you want to be. I mean, I don't really know anyone else." You let out a nervous chuckle as she smiled back at you warmly.

"Yeah, me too. This is my first week," she explained, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

"Really? Mine too," you replied, feeling a sense of relief that you weren't the only new student. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

"I'm Rory," she introduced herself, her smile widening. "Nice to meet you, Y/N."

After a few minutes passed, Mr. Remmy called for everyone's attention once more. He continued his lecture and you felt slightly more at ease now, knowing that you weren't the only new student. Maybe, today wouldn't be so bad.

The door of the classroom opened abruptly as Tristan walked in, a late slip in his hand. Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.

"Ah, Mr. Dugray, nice of you to join us."

"My apologies, sir, my car wasn't starting this morning." He gave him the slip as he shared a glance with you, a smirk playing on his lips.

He was lying because you were in the car with him this morning, you couldn't believe him. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Tristan's blatant lie, feeling a surge of irritation rise within you.

You clenched your jaw as Tristan made his way to the back of the classroom, shooting you a smirk on his way. You couldn't believe he had the audacity to lie like that, especially after the morning you'd just endured with him.

By the time the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, you were more than ready to leave. Packing up your belongings hastily, you made your way out of the classroom, eager to put some distance between yourself and Tristan.

You felt someone tap on your shoulder and you looked up to meet Rory's eyes. You gave her a tight smile as she began to talk. "So uh, do you know where any of your classes are?"

You returned Rory's smile, relieved to have a familiar face to talk to. "Not really, I've been sitting in the Dean's office most of yesterday. Why?"

"Well, we have most of the same classes together. I could show you around," Rory offered as she picked up her backpack.

"Really? Thank you, Rory. You're a godsend." You grabbed your backpack as you two began walking to class together.

"So, our project... should we meet somewhere?" Rory began as you two walked.

"Yeah, sure. Where would you wanna go?"

"You can come by my house or yours and we can study there. Or we can go by Luke's, your choice." Rory explained as you continued down the hallway.

"Luke's?"

"Oh, I forgot you're not from here." Rory chuckled, realizing her mistake. "Luke's is this diner in Stars Hollow, it's by my house. They have great coffee and it's usually pretty quiet during the afternoons."

You nodded, intrigued. "That sounds perfect, actually. Let's go to Luke's then."

"Great choice," Rory replied with a smile. "We can grab a booth, get some coffee, and tackle this project together. It'll be fun."

"Who was that girl you were talking to earlier?" Tristan's voice cut through the silence, pulling you out of your thoughts as he drove in silence.

"That's Rory," you replied, turning to face Tristan. "She's in a few of my classes."

"She's pretty cute." Tristan's mouth curved up into a smirk as you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, she's nice," you replied, trying to keep your tone neutral despite the irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

Tristan's smirk widened at your reaction, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of you. "So, are you two like, friends now or something?" he teased, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "That's cute."

"Yeah, we are. What's the issue, Tristan?"

"There isn't an issue, Y/N. It's just you don't seem like you'd be friends with a girl like that, you know, the genuine kind." Tristan remarked as he smirked, his eyes fixed on the road.

You fumed at his insinuation, feeling a surge of anger rise within you. "And what exactly do you mean by that?" you shot back, your voice tinged with irritation.

Tristan shrugged casually, but you could see the mischief dancing in his eyes. "Hey, I'm just saying what I observe. You're more of the 'big city, high society' type. Rory seems more... down-to-earth."

"Oh, right." You let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah because you seem like you're the expert when it comes to me."

Tristan's smirk widened at your retort, clearly enjoying the exchange. "Just calling it like I see it," he replied, his tone unapologetic.

You arrived at home and immediately felt a sense of relief wash over you as you stepped out of the car, glad to be away from Tristan's prying eyes and stupid comments. You made your way inside, quickly running up the stairs and going into your room, slamming the door.

As Tristan walked into the door, Kristan shot him a glare. He just shrugged but before he could walk away, she spoke. "Take it easy on her, Tristan."

"What do you mean?" Tristan feigned innocence as his mother shot him a pointed look.

"You know exactly what I mean," Kristan replied, her tone firm. "She's adjusting to a new school, a new home, and she doesn't need your antagonizing. I know you like to push her buttons, but she doesn't need extra stress from you."

Tristan rolled his eyes, but there was a flicker of guilt in his expression. "Mom, I'm just messing around. She can handle it."

Kristan sighed, shaking her head. "Tristan, she's going through a lot-"

"And what about me, mom?" His voice snapped as his expression turned to hurt. He glared back at her before rolling his eyes, beginning to walk up the stairs. "Right, like you're the expert on feelings."

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1000 follower celebration!

Hi all! Thank you SO MUCH for 1k, I can’t believe my little blog I started in November just to share my fanfics on has become a place where people actually enjoy my writing and I’ve made the best of friends.

For my celebration this time, I’ll be taking requests of your choice of 1-3 of the following prompts and writing a blurb for them! They’ll probably be under 1k words unless I get super inspired. Request as much and whatever you want!

Characters:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Rafe Cameron

Gator Tillman

Emperor Geta

Prompts:

Smut

"Keep talking back, I dare you."

"Don't run from it, princess. Push back on me."

"Don't make me punish you."

"Stop teasing."

"Like what you see?"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Let me see those eyes."

"Quiet. We don't wanna get caught now, do we?"

"We're in public, you know?"

"Make me."

"Is that all you got?"

"Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop."

"I'm trying so hard not to fuck you senseless right now."

"Clothes off. Now."

"I'll give that mouth something to do"

"I'm waiting."

"Such a good girl."

"Mine."

"Behave."

"What did you just say?"

"Come here."

"Patience."

"Hands behind your back."

"What are you doing?"

"Don't stop."

"Scream for me."

"If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god."

"What's my name?"

"I'd hold onto something, if I were you."

"Wanna taste?"

"Are you not wearing any underwear?"

"You're really going to make me beg for it?"

"I'm gonna show you what real fucing is."

"You like it when I'm rough?"

"I like your hand in mine, but I think it would look even better if it was wrapped around my throat."

"You're so sexy when you're all hot and bothered."

"Fuck, I love the sounds you make."

"Does this feel good?"

"Please..."

"Use your words, princess."

"On your knees."

"You heard me. Take. It. Off."

"If you don't like me teasing then why are you moaning?"

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll forget ever even meeting that asshole."

"I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that."

"You make a sound and it's game over, angel."

"If you make me pull over, I swear you won't be able to walk for the next week."

"You're going to regret that, sweetheart."

"You only cum when I say so, understood?"

Fuck, that's good."

"How about you come over here and help me out, huh?"

"Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, princess."

"Not yet."

"I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock."

"Don't play innocent with me."

"We're not done yet."

"You have to work for it."

"I told you you were gonna be begging."

"I have seen you naked before."

"Do you think you deserve this?"

Fluff

"You're breathtaking."

"I love it when you laugh."

"If you try to tickle me one more time, I swear you will not get another kiss for a week."

"I never want to forget this moment."

"Here, take my jacket."

"Wanna bet?"

"I brought you dinner."

"Let me hold it for you."

"Here, let me help you."

"How did I get so lucky?"

"You're the best thing to have ever happened to me."

"I will never leave you."

"You have such a beautiful smile."

"Talk to me."

"I got you."

"You look really good in my shirt."

"Come back to bed."

"Hold me."

"I dreamed of you."

"Have I told you 'I love you' today?"

"I'm so lucky to have you."

"I missed you."

"Hey, Look at me. I love you, okay?"

"You live in my head rent-free."

"I've seen the way you look at me."

"I think I like you, and it freaks me out because I don't know what to do or say."

"You make me nervous."

"You make me feel safe."

"I trust you."

"You're so cute I could just kiss you right now!"

"Not to be dramatic, but... I would jump off a cliff for you."

"What I'm trying to say is... I like you."

"Did you just confess your feelings to me?"

"Will you stay the night?"

"You drive me mad."

"I love you so much it physically hurts."

"So... are you just gonna keep staring or are you going to kiss me?"

"All I can think of is you."

"Put your lips on mine."

"I can't be without you."

"Please don't leave me like that ever again. It scared me."

"How long are you gonna keep denying you feel the same?"

"You're my kryptonite."

"I can't say no to those eyes."

"You're so cute when you get angry."

"I will never get tired of you."

"I'd like my good morning kiss now, thank you very much"

"I'm proud of you."

"You remembered?"

Angst

"You never mattered to me."

"What do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie and say I love you?"

"I don't know who you are anymore..."

"Please wake up"

"You weren't there when I needed you most."

"Screw it, we're done. I can't deal with your drama anymore."

"Don't you blame me!"

"You're taking their side?"

"Don't leave. Please."

"I regret it all."

"Why won't you let me help you? Let me help you!"

"Don't you get how much you mean to me?"

"Go. Just... go."

"I used to love you..."

"I don't want your help."

"I want to hate you. But I can't. And that- that sucks."

"I wish once, just once, you would love me for who I am."

"You're always leaving me."

"You're such a disappointment."

"You disgust me."

"I wish I'd never met you."

"I never meant to hurt you."

"We were just not meant to be."

"Don't push me away."

"I'm not your punching bag."

"It hurts when I realize I'll never mean as much to you as you do to me."

"I wanted to believe you loved me."

"You made me think I actually mattered."

"Tell me you don't want to leave. Say I'm enough to make you stay. I know it's not true but please- just say it."

"How could you stand there and pretend this isn't your fault?"

“Tell me I’m wrong. Say it. Please.”

“Don’t give me that look. Did you really expect things to be different this time?”

"Can you just- for a minute, can you pretend that I mean something to you?'

“Oh my god, you love them. And they don’t love you back. How perfect.”

"Give me one good reason, and I'll stay."

“The one day you notice I’m gone, I’m supposed to feel bad for you?”

“I know you did the best you could. But it wasn't enough.”

“No wonder you’re not afraid of the dark. Nothing outside your head could be as scary as what’s inside it.”

"You dug your own grave."

"I can't even look at you."

"Did you really think I would simply forgive and forget?"

"Stay away from me."

“I was drowning right in front of you, and you were too busy to notice.”

"I won't fall for your little games anymore."

"I didn't mean it."

"I had finally forgotten about you. I had finally started to live again. And now you decide to come back."

"Just forget about me."

"You need to let me go."

"Stop lying to me!"

"You ruined everything."

"You never really loved me, did you?"

"There is no fixing this."

"I hope you got what you wanted."

"You're pathetic."

"Don't look for me."

"You can hate me all you want. But I know I'm right."

"Do you realize you're trying to justify the unjustifiable?"

"You don't own me."

"I hope you're happy now."

“You looked right at me when you said it. Your eyes told me you meant every word.”

Prompts from @/voidfxndoms

[denial-permanente]

Hello! Fan of your blog!

Today, I attended a local event at a large venue. I've never been before, so I had no idea there would be metal detectors! The wife doesn't have the key with her. Quickly started thinking, what was I going to tell security? Would "body jewelry" be enough? Took my phone and keys out of my pockets, stepped through, and..... nothing! Phew! Guess the sensitivity was turned down. 😅

I know Tom is unlocked for air travel to avoid unnecessary attention from security, but has Tom been in a situation where he's attended a local event/venue not knowing there would be metal detectors upon entry?

🔏 I look like a proper, middle aged professional, so the handful of times I have passed through an unplanned metal detector I usually just "Oh, dang!" and pull out a large keychain or my phone. And if I needed to, I am at that stage in my life where I can confidently say, "Look, bro, I have some intimate body jewelry," and not look all nervous and guilty.

And while I'm on the subject:

Although I discourage this, there have been times when I know I will be flying solo, and have considered keeping the cage on to see how it goes. However, it runs counter to my concern about not involving the normies in my kink. So I probably won't bother with that. At least, not for the foreseeable future.

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DENY PART TWO

ok i think i might make a series about my jj x reader x pope fic

also kind of dedicated to @starfxkr bc their blog gets me through the jj pope drought that is on tumblr (if you don't wanna be tagged i'll totally delete but i luv you even tho i don't know you

this isn't technically a part two but it's inspired by my previous fic deny

i'm hoping to maybe fully flesh out a whole mini story about them bc i love jj and pope so bad and i wanna kiss them both and have them kiss each other.

please send me prompts or if you have any ideas or you just wanna gush about jj and pope 💜

i'm a cancer, ok

you've always felt your emotions more deeply than others. you have a lot of feelings and it's not uncommon for you to start tearing up at random times throughout the day when you see something that elicits a strong feeling from you.

kie says it's because you're a cancer and while she's so true because you are the stereotypical emotional water sign, you're not sure how much of your mental state is because of your astrological sign or if you're genuinely a few screws loose in the head.

you remember hiccuping and sobbing into jjs shirt for the better part of half an hour- staining his sleeveless tee with your tears all because you saw a seagull missing a foot and he seemed to be running slower than his other seagull friends. your only relief from the obvious heartbreaking situation was jj softly murmuring comforting words in your ear, his strong arms around circled around your waist, your body snuggled onto his lap. the scene isn't uncommon for the pogues to see. the two of you have always been more affectionate than most.

all of this leads you to where you are now, curled up on your bed sobbing. soft sad music playing in the background making you sob even more. you put on a brave face with your friends but in the sanctuary of your own bed is where you can finally let your feelings free.

seeing pope and jj kiss hurt you more than you originally thought. your mind keeps replaying the scene of the two boys kiss, their lips moving together sensually, saliva being shared. you're sure that if you hadn't interrupted them, the kiss would lead to something more and involving less clothes.

hey google, play "that should be me" by justin bieber.

what if when they start dating they drop you? what if pope isn't comfortable with how touchy or affectionate you are with jj and he stops your cuddles or what if jj doesn't want you to hang out alone with pope because he knows you two kissed. what if they stop needing you because they have each other?

the thought makes a sob crawl up your throat and fat tears roll down your cheeks. you feel like your head is going to explode from how hard your crying. you need them like air, you felt like that even before you and pope kissed and before you realized you're in love with jj. you need them because they're your closest friends- they're the family you so desperately crave because your own doesn't care much for you and you're so scared if they start dating each other then they won't need you.

it's why you give out your love so freely, the feeling of being needed by people is something that is so deeply and inherently buried in your bones. when someone needs you and you can help them, it feels euphoric. a psychologist would probably have a field day with you because if you're not needed, what good are you?

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"i'm really confused after our kiss" pope mumbles, nervous to look at jj in the eyes.

"good or bad confused" jj responds.

"is there such thing as good confusion?" pope asks, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. "i didn't think i was gay or bi or whatever and yeah i think some dudes are hot but like i've never wanted to kiss them but i wanted to kiss you!! and then we kissed and it was like... nice but different and i couldn't help but think about gracie and how she and i kissed and how good that also felt and then i felt guilty and-"

"pope, take a breath" the maybank boy utters, effectively cutting off popes rambles.

"i liked kissing you pope. i never let myself be attracted to dudes but it's you, ya know?" jj continues.

"but i also understand wanting to kiss grace. i... well i want to kiss her too." he finally confesses. he's never said his feelings for his grace out loud before.

pope gently stumbles over to where the maybank boy is perched on his bed, he leans in to grab jjs fidgeting hands, grasping them in what he hopes is a comforting hold.

he leans forward so he can give jj a small peck on the cheek. reassuring him that they're ok, that they'll make it through whatever turmoil they're feeling right now.

jj grabs popes face and brings him in for a deeper kiss, lips and tongues touching. it makes jjs stomach burn with desire. after several minutes or maybe hours of kissing, he's not sure, pope reaches up and pulls on jjs soft blond tresses, tugging on the boys hair a little to pull him away from popes lips. they both let out little gasps when they disconnect.

"have you heard of polyamory?" pope asks jj... a shit eating grin on his lips.

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giggling and kicking my feet. i love them 💜

[galactiquest]

I just adore your blog! Something about it and your imagines are just so sweet and homey 🥺 Could I please request some headcanons for Vash, Woowoo and Knives with a reader who loves to draw and is really passionate about it? I mostly have general sketching/figure studies in mind but you can do whatever is easiest for you! I hope that you have a good day and your blog continues to prosper <3

Thank you for the compliment 🥺!!! I'm so glad it feels homey. I try to make things like a home here... after all I LIVE HERE... thank you I hope to keep this blog going for a while after trying to revive it like twice before!

I think this request is so cute, I'm an artist too (have been for like, over a decade ^_^) so I've got lots of ideas in that aspect. I tried to keep to general sketching/traditional stylings of art but I think a lot of these can be applied to other art areas too!!

Vash, Wolfwood, and Knives x Reader: Artistry

Content Warnings: None! Reader doesn't have a specified gender, and some parts of the imagines are a little romance-oriented but this could also be interpreted as a strong friendship. Also this is my first mutli x reader so I hope the formatting's alright. No version was in mind for any of these so take them as you will!

Vash

Oh, he is definitely excited about this.

Vash is a bit of an artist, himself. He can do those super-complex technical drawings, and he really likes making art of machinery and stuff like that. There's a lot of diagrams of his arm lost in a notebook somewhere.

He loves to see your style and interpretation of the things around you. Seeing the world through your eyes, even for just a moment, is like heaven to him.

If you ever give him some of your art as a gift, he keeps it hung up on a wall or wherever he can stay for a while. (If he's in a more permanent place, his walls are covered in your art. He just loves it that much.)

The ones that are most special to him, he likes to keep in his pockets, so he can look at them whenever he needs a morale boost. Like, this is what he's fighting for: a world full of love and peace, a world that's able to keep creating beautiful art like this for years to come.

One day, the two of you get to draw each other as a sort of practice. Seeing each other through the others' eyes... again, it feels like a dream. Vash draws all the parts of you that you weren't always confident about with such care that you feel truly loved by him in that moment.

Wolfwood

"Oh, yer an artist? ... Can ya draw me?"

Yes he will absolutely pull that stunt at least once or twice, if only to get a hilarious dirty glare out of you. If you do actually take him up on this, he might let out a nervous "Haha... I mean, ya didn't have ta' do it, but..." He'll be really charmed.

Though his hands are strong and nimble from doing all those flippant tricks with the Punisher, he's entranced with the way you're able to use yours to create, to draw.

He's always sneaking you extra supplies, like pens, pencils, and paper, whenever you least expect it. You never have to ask for any of those things anymore, or even shop for them--they just happen upon your desk whenever you think you're running low.

One day, he takes a piece of your paper and a pen and doesn't let you see what he's doing until he's all done. He's a little dodgy about showing you, eventually he does. It's a crude scribble of the two of you, though you can tell he really put his all into it.

It's your most prized possession, and you give him a big hug for it.

Knives

Much like Vash, he's actually an artist himself--but doesn't really call himself one, rather saying that he's... capable of copying something he's seen part-for-part. So, his drawings are more like pictures or prints. They're exact. Eerily so.

The art that you make gets a half-hearted snort of approval from Knives, which is basically one of the highest praises he can offer in his own sort of language.

Though normally he'd want to give some sort of unwarranted criticism for a drawing looking wonky or off, he saves you from it. He doesn't want to break your passion--but he's not going to admit that outright.

If you do ask for criticism, though, he's very thorough while keeping you on the road to improvement. If you're studying a specific style, he's reading up on it. If you're trying new materials, he's making sure you have all the tools necessary for it.

And speaking of materials, he's able to secure uncommon colors and rare tools for you to use for art. He's making sure that everything you create is of the highest quality.

One day, you drew a portrait of him and presented it to him as a gift. He gave out that little snort of approval and maybe even a a tiny "Thanks..." as he wandered off. He secretly keeps it close to look at it in his private time, tracing his fingers over the ink marks and recalling your movements.

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

Red

Pairing: cis!Simon Riley x cis!Male Reader

Summary: Reader and Simon try sensory deprivation and Simon safe words

Words: 677

Warnings: brief mention of abduction and torture, just the words no description

Notes: I see how the poll is going so I whipped this up really quick, and nearly had a meltdown because I accidentally deleted it all but thank the lords for notion because It had an update feature so I got it all back. I'm getting sick and tired of Tumblr not putting my posts under the tags, I've been trying to fix this for ages.

if you like my work please support me with either the tip button or visit my kofi page, you can see the pinned post on my blog for more information please look into it.

“Is this… are you sure about this Simon?” Simon's wrists were tied to the headboard above the soldier's head, you were straddling Simon, hovering over the older hips. “I- I mean… I don't want you to feel like you have to do this” Simon huffs in response trying to act annoyed but truthfully he's not entirely sure how he feels about being in this situation, his mind is running miles a minute and he can't get his thoughts to slow down.

Simon keeps picturing all of the times he's been tied up while held captive and tortured, he tries to push those thoughts out of his mind because he's here with you, his wonderful, amazing, and very understanding boyfriend but he just can't do it. Simon knows you would never hurt him on purpose and you're proving that by hesitating and continuously questioning him and constantly making sure he's alright.

Simon thinks he should feel annoyed or happy or something like that but his mind is racing and it isn't giving him enough time to feel anything other than the anxiety and the suffocating sense of impending doom and he knows he should speak up and tell you that he doesn't know if he's fine but Simon is stubborn and has a big ego so he swallows the sour bile creeping up the back of his throat and nods.

You don't look convinced. You give Simon an anxious look before taking a deep breath to settle your own anxiety and then you carefully slide the blindfold over Simon's eyes, plunging him into darkness, and almost immediately Simon is overwhelmed by anxiety. The soldier feels like he's been swallowed up in a void, he can feel your guys’ sheets underneath him, the soft texture you had insisted on, and rambled on about the thread count until Simon got annoyed and shoved the pack into the cart.

The feeling and memory should comfort him but he can't see you he can't see anything, his other senses go into overdrive, Simon swears he can hear the electricity buzzing through the walls and his blood pumping in his veins and he vaguely wonders if this was how you felt every time you got overstimulated. Simon’s so caught up in his head that it takes him a minute to realize that you've been calling his name, he flinches when he feels your soft hand smoothing over the scarred skin of his chest, over his heart.

“… Simon? What's your color? Are you okay?” You sound so worried, Simon can practically picture the worried anxious look on your face and the thought forces him to come to his senses, he's tensed, almost painfully so and his hands are balled into fists so tight that he thinks his fingernails punctured the skin of his palms. Simon opens his mouth to speak, to like and say that he's okay, just a little nervous maybe but all that comes out is a pathetic whimper “red.”

Simon hardly recognizes his voice but before he could get further into his head and get all insecure about how pathetic he feels, the blindfold is off his hands are free and your worried face is taking up his line of sight, you had gotten off of him somewhere in between taking the blindfold off and removing the silk from his wrists. “Baby? Are you okay? What happened?” Simon doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know if he can say anything but you understand, you always understand.

You wordlessly pull Simon to your chest and curl around him, he finds himself admiring the way your bodies fit together like you were made for each other. Simon sinks into your embrace, timing his breaths with yours and listening intently to your heart beating. He hates how much he needs you but he can't find it in himself to push you away, he nuzzles further into your chest, and in turn your grip around him tightens, You don't ask anymore, you don't push him to talk, he’ll do it when he's ready.

[harrystylesfan2686]

Pieces Part 6

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel realizing he has a compilation.

A/N: yall! I've decided! I'm a tiny bit bored of this story. Ok not tiny, a lot bored of this story. I've realized that writing a full series is not for me. I'm much better writing off drabbles or oneshots. I will complete this story though. I don't know when but I will. Then after that I will Never start another series.

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Yesterday I had went to talk azriel and got out of there after discussing the matter. This morning, I had found a note beside the fireplace, a question, written in Azriel's handwriting, asking to take me on a date today. I was hesitant at first but ultimately said yes. I mean, I did say I'd give him a chance so.

I wore a simple shirt and pants today since I didn't know where we were going, he said he'll be at my library by evening to take me out for dinner. I'm nervous waiting for him as if I'm going to mess up. Working helps in reducing the stress.

I'm on tge counter duty today and as I'm checking out customers with thier books, I see that handsome male again. The one that helped me with my books a few days ago. He's coming up to me with a book in his hands. He smirks when he sees me.

"The girl that drops books?" He points at me and laughs. I jaw drops. "That was one time!" I try to defend myself as if what he thinks matters so much to me. He let's out a laugh and stands in front of me.

He gives me his book and asks me to bill it. When I asked his name, "Sebastian." He answers. It fits him I guess. 'Sebastian' sounds mistrivious. "What's your name?" He leans on the counter table, waiting. "Y/N. Nice. Pretty name for a pretty face." He reads my name tag and comments. I can't stop the blooding ruching to my cheeks. Before i can respond, I feel eyes on me and snap my head towards the direction.

My eyes match with hazal. Standing near the door is Azriel with a bouquet in his hands, that he is gripping very tightly. Wearing a casual shirt and pants and hair tousled from the wind. But that's not what causes a hitch in my breath.

No. It's the deadly, cold look he has in his eyes. The dangerous Spymaster's eyes. Only meant for his greatest enemies because everyone runs off to the other direction just from the expression alone.

I clear my throat and check Sebastian's purchase out. Muttering a good day wish and quicky leave the counter to find Layla. I tell her that I'm taking my leave now and gather my things. I walk to Azriel to see that he's still glaring at Sebastian.

"Hey. Cut it out." I frown and he finally looks at me, apologising under his breath and smiles. "You look beautiful." He gives me the flowers. I mumble a thanks and take out the flowers to put them in a vase near the chairs in sitting area. Many customers come in and read here. Happy to have a sitting area in a book store.

"Let's go then." I say to him and he nods, holding the door open for me to walk out before him. I have to admit, it's nice seeing him care again. Doing the small things he did before that I loved.

I sigh, anticipating how this 'date' will go.

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ZARTEMIS/NIGHTEMIS HEADCANNONS PLEASE DUDE- DEADASS LOVE UR BLOG IM GONNA EAT YOUR FLOORBOARDS

Omg hi I love your blog too, iminyourwalls—

I've been dying to share my thoughts with someone:

• I think I already put this in a hashtag somewhere, but when Artemis said "yes my brave one, they're beautiful tonight" she was looking at Zoë not the actual stars

• Also the 'timestamps' series + 'uniform upgrade' and 'cypress' fanfics are exactly how I envisioned not only Artemis/Zoë but also their relationship in general with the hunters and their respective roles

• They definitely love to play with the Goddess-Liutenant dynamic

• I also feel like they wouldn't put a label in their relationship, like they know they love eachother and that's enough (ofc they talked boundaries like exclusively and all), their love is free, wild and unrestrained

• And they wouldn't really try to keep it a secret but wouldn't actively tell everyone about it, but they don't need to, everyone knows

• I'm torn between the idea that a) Artemis (and the hunters) saved Zoë while she was running from the monsters Atlas had sent after her and b) young Artemis exploring the mortal world and meeting Zoë by chance and creating the hunters together

• I do firmly believe that Zoë was Artemis' first lieutenant, whether because she was her first huntress or she created that position a while after and Zoë was chosen for it

• If I recall correctly one of the things Thalia didn't like about Zoë is the way she -literally- worshipped Artemis and I think that was a bit of jealousy actually—

• Also there had definitely been hunters crushing on Zoë and her having no idea. Artemis thinks is funny but also has suddenly more -openly- affection strikes, just to remind everyone

• As far as I know Artemis was born after the titan war and Zoë being atlas' daughter was born before, making her older than Artemis and she likes reminding everyone about it every once in a while

• I feel like Zoë would have had a competitive relationship with Callisto

• Zoë is always worrying about the hunters and while Artemis loves her for that, she takes her on hunting trips together (just the two of them) and plays around with her, she loves seeing her free like this

• I actually don't think there was a confession per se but they were sharing an intimate moment together (non sexual) and they just kissed, they don't know who started it, but they didn't care

• No matter how much centuries pass, Artemis knows that there will never be anyone like Zoë, and no matter what happens, even when she's fading and the millennia are blurred together she can never forget her

• When the whole Roman thing happened and she was confused, desoriented and in unbelievable pain, her Roman and greek forms trying to take control she called for Zoë, she always helped her when the civil wars happened, when the roman empire rose, Zoë was there for her, to calm her, ground her and take care of her, loving and devoting herself to both Artemis and Diana

• Zoë sometimes sings the song of the Hespérides only for Artemis and no one else

• Zoë is supposed to have her own tent, but she always stays at Artemis'

• When there alone in their tent, Artemis sometimes turns into a wolf and starts to randomly (and gently) chew on Zoë, who at this point barely even notices

• Artemis took Zoë to hunt with her and her mother Leto once (she approves of her, Zoë is very nervous tho and overly formal with her)

• After Orion was stung by the scorpion, he went mad and tried to attack Artemis, but she defeated him with Zoë, which is why it was Zoë who was always sent to hunt him every time he returned

• Artemis brings Zoë to Olympus as her representative in meetings and companion to parties

• When she died Artemis was trying her best not to lose it in front of her, so she didn't have to worry, so she would go in peace

• Artemis is always staring at the twilight, as if she could see her, as if she could reach her. It's the time of the day she feels the loss all over again, only worsened by the stars of course, the stars

• Zoë went for reincarnation and reached the isle of the blessed and Artemis asked she be turned to a minor goddess for her achievements (kinda like Hercules)

• She does and comes back to Artemis' side, but this time it's forever (delusional)

This got a bit too long but I think that's all, if I think of anything else I'll make another post