#˚ ☼ . RED & ANSWERED .

[lorebled-a]

eve will offer red a christmas kiss even though it might cost her her life 💕

          a loud, rambunctious laughter that sounded neither beautiful nor kind burst from red’s lips. she laughed and laughed till it hurt too much to continue laughing. the strange girl had a gift for catching her off guard. it infuriated her as much as it amused her. shaking her head, red fished a cigarette out of her coat pocket and put it to her still-quivering lips. her amber eyes flickered briefly to eve’s lips and then away, curious despite herself. hers wouldn’t be the worst lips she had kissed. she lit the cigarette and took a long drag from it, casting a nasty glance at eve, daring her to say something stupid.  (  more stupid than her offer of a kiss. anything to give red the excuse of lashing out so she didn’t have to acknowledge that, yes, she wouldn’t mind a kiss from eve.  ) 

          but her eyes dragged down... and down... and down... to eve’s lips. damn you. the revenant exhaled forcefully, muttering ancient curses under her breath as she closed the distance between them. she cupped eve’s chin with her free hand, lifting it, so she did not have to bend down to meet her lips, and kissed her hard on the mouth. she pulled back after a moment, eyes fluttering open with surprise. the hybrid’s lips were warmer and softer than she had expected... and then the moment was over. she moved away and turned her back to eve. she couldn’t bear to see her reaction. “ don’t get too excited. this doesn’t mean i’m going to fuck you. ”

[newdleboy]

@canon-fcdder asked: ❝ So... Have your- burns healed? ❞ Red Son says with a quirked brow, giving the other a generous berth as he examines MK. After their ❛ beach day ❜ the noodle boy had looked as if he flew too close to the sun and paid the price. A fitting metaphor for the Monkey King's successor, but taken a bit too literally in this case. ❝ You had more red on your person than I do. ❞ - (( *tosses Red Son because he was worried about a Sunburned Boi ( and for Other reasons but alas, sunburn is an easier greeting ) lol* - he just gotta be Snarky about it ))

▬▬▬ ☁      MK grinned when he saw Red Son; it was a nice surprise! The beach trip hadn't been too long ago, but he hadn't really seen the demon since then. It was nice that he was worried about that. He wouldn't call attention to that yet though, knowing that Red Son would only deny it. So instead, the boy chuckled && nodded.

                              ❝ Yeah, I'm all good! Mei pretty much put an entire bottle of aloe on me. I'm used to being sunburned. Happens every time I go to the beach for some reason. Don't know why. Kinda weird. Maybe I'm just immune to sunscreen. ANYWAY -- Whatcha doin' here, Red Son? Don't tell me you were just comin' to check in on me! ❞

[reallchristine]

ENERGY ─ chapter one

pairing: logan howlett x !f!reader

Set during x-men (2000) and X2

warnings: angst, bad grammar?😭, basically the plot of the first movie!!!

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You were only 15 when Charles found you after the accident, and you’ve only ever stayed with him since.

Once you grew older more students started to appear throughout the school. Which led you to be given a position as the chemistry teacher at the school.

As for being an X-men, that was a different situation. Unlike Jean, Scott, and Ororo. You were scared of the extent of your powers, therefore when Charles asked if you wanted to be a part of the X-men you kindly declined.

Now you sat at your desk in your classroom marking the last of the tests that you handed out earlier today.

You let out a sigh while swiftly checking off one of your student’s answers with a red pen. Suddenly you hear Charles's voice in your head, “Come to my room there’s something we need to discuss.”

You quickly put away the unfinished marked test in your folder as you head to Charles's room. “You wanted to see me?” you ask as you near the door walking in.

You look around seeing that Scott, Ororo, and Jean are already standing there in the room. “-and this is y/n. A teacher at our school for gifted.” Charles says, giving you a welcoming smile which you return.

An unfamiliar man you don’t seem to recognize stands in the middle of the room eyeing you.

You’re confused why Charles decided to call you to be here but you don’t ask, instead you turn to give a friendly smile towards the unfamiliar man. He doesn’t return the smile back and looks to the Professor behind him.

“you’ll be safe here from Magneto,” Charles speaks. “What’s a ‘magneto’?” The man asks. “A very powerful mutant who believes a war is brewing between mutants and the rest of humanity.” Charles continues “-the associate of his that attacked you earlier is called ‘Sabertooth’.”

“Sabertooth?” The man asks. A pause as he then turns to point at Ororo clicking his tongue. “Storm.” He pauses again and looks to Charles, “What do they call you? Wheels?” He lets out a dry laugh and turns towards where you and Scott are standing.

“Cyclops, right?” He spoke, grabbing Scott’s shirt and pulling him towards his face. “You wanna get outta’ my way?” you're shocked at this sudden act and so is Scott, who’s giving a certain look towards the professor.

Charles uses his telepathy on the man. He lets go of Scott’s shirt and turn’s his head to look around the room. Finally, the professor speaks out loud, “I can help you, Logan.”

Before the man could even answer, Charles turns to all of you.“You all can leave now. I will call again when needed.”

Walking out of the room, alongside everyone else. You stopped to talk to Ororo. “What was that all about in there?” You ask her.

She turns to you, “We found him with a girl named Rouge. The professor believes that he’s a part of Magneto's plan.” You give her a look and she continues to explain, “The professor wants your help with what’s going on.”

You stare at her for a moment and blink. “Wait do you mean ‘x-men’ type helping?” Ororo nods, “Charles believes that your energy powers can come to great use.”

“But I told him I felt like I wasn’t ready, which is why I kept declining his offer.” You shook your head while explaining this to her.

“But the professor believes you’re ready! C’mon y/n, you’ve been practicing to control your mutation since the day you met Charles.” You continue to listen.

“Look, just come test it out with us on the next mission, and I promise none of us will bug you about being a part of X-men again.” You stare at her, thinking of the offer.

“Alright, fine. But if something goes wrong-” she cuts you off, “y/n, you’re going to be great. Don’t worry.” She places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a reassuring smile. You nod at her action. “I’ll see you later, m’kay?” She says. “Yeah, okay.” You smile and she waves goodbye heading down the other side of the hall.

you stand there thinking for a few minutes and decide to look for Jean, wanting her guidance with you becoming part of the team and maybe try to ask her about the whole Magneto and Logan situation.

when you enter the lower level of the school and reach the lab, the two metal doors slide open, welcoming you in.

You take a step inside and can see Jean in her lab coat preparing Logan for an x-ray.

Logan turns his head to look at Jean, “I’m sorry.” He spoke. “For what?” She asks, confused. “If I hurt you.” He stated. But before Jean could form a reply Logan turns his head towards you noticing you approaching the two of them.

“Y/n!” Jean says, turning to face you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt! I didn’t know if you were busy. I’ll just leave you two.” you say embarrassed shifting your eyes to look at Logan who’s already staring at you. “No, it’s fine! What’s wrong?” She asks. Your eyes gaze back to her’s, not wanting to look at Logan’s eyes for too long. You start to explain, “I just wanted to tell you I’m going to be joining you guys for the next mission.”

“That’s great y/n! I’m glad you’re finally coming along with us.” She says as Logan lies there listening to your conversation. “Yeah, but it’s not for certain I’m going to be a part of the team. I’m just testing it out.” You say timidly.

“Oh.” She says. “Still, I’m proud that you’re trying to test it out.” She smiles at you. “Thanks, Jean. I’ll talk to you more after you’re finished.” You say appreciating her words and not wanting to bother her more. “Alright.” She reply’s still smiling at you.

You turn, approaching the big metal doors as they slide open as you walk out of the room. The sound of your heels getting quieter and quieter as you make your way back to your classroom.

Jean goes back to continue to prepare for Logan’s x-ray. “I thought she was already a part of this whole X-Men team thing you guys got going on.” Jean looks at him. “Y/n?” She asks. “Yeah, the girl that just walked in here about 1 minute ago.” He says with a tone.

Jean sighs, “Charles has been trying to get y/n on the team since she got control over her mutation.” She explains, focusing on putting another patch on his chest. “So why isn’t she on it?” Logan asks. She pauses for a moment to look at him. “Because she doesn’t think she’s ready.”

She continues, adding yet another patch but this time on the other side of his chest. “Although her abilities are one of the strongest in our school, and she can control it exceptionally well. Y/n’s incidents from the past get’s in the way of how she sees herself and her mutation.” The conversation goes silent.

Logan looks away from Jean to focus on staring at the ceiling instead. He thinks about what she just said about you and your mutation, and a certain spark of curiosity starts to build.

Jean quickly snaps him out of his thoughts and starts to speak, "Okay, I’m going to put you through the x-ray now.” Logan nods at her words as she puts him through the dome of lights. His head begins to fill with thoughts as he patiently waits for this whole x-ray to be over.

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a/n ──the plot is very much still in the works so I’m not sure how long every update will take but we’ll see😭 I’m planning on trying to post 12 chapters so I hope I can stick by that🫡 ALSO this prob has some grammar mistakes so mb😊

[sunsetsimon]

boyfriend simon nsfw cont..

simon 'ghost' riley x reader nsfw

okay the first part did okay so here’s what i cut off :) enjoy - sun

nsfw under the cut! mdni

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☼ at first, simon honestly had zero sex drive. he’s been through so much trauma around it, so it rarely crosses his mind. but once you and him become sexually active, he’s ready to go all the time. almost like a horny teenager, every time you cuddle for a while you’ll feel his cock hardening and twitching in his pants before he pulls away, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable. he’ll need you to initiate at first, letting him know it’s okay and that you want him too.

☼ he thinks it’s so fun to tease you, dragging out the foreplay for ages until he decides to show mercy. he’ll kiss every inch of your body, caressing you with his rough hands, a hum escaping your lips. and when he finally feels ready to fuck you, he’ll drag it out even longer for his own torture, forcing you to wait with him. he pushes into you slowly, your pussy coating him easily, stretching more with each inch inserted.

he shivers, pushing deeper until his tip kisses your cervix, and then he stops… unmoving again as he leans down to kiss your neck and chest, ignoring the way you desperately try to move your hips on his for more friction. “si please.. ‘need you so bad,” you whine, shaking your hips to try and loosen his grip on your hips.

“shh.. just wanna feel you for a minute, lovie.”

☼ eating you out becomes a non-negotiable every time too. he won't fuck you until he's given you at least one orgasm with his tongue. simon loves when you ride his face. his arms will hook around your thighs, holding you against his mouth as he devours you completely, moaning at your taste. he loves when you get so desperate to finish, grinding your swollen clit down against his wet muscle, crying out as you finally cum. he doesn’t even notice his own hips bucking against nothing, so turned on by you that he can barely think straight. he laps up every drop from your little hole, pushing his tongue in to taste even more, as if he’d never get the chance again.

☼ sometimes he can get rough, loving to completely dominate you. his hands squeeze your hips hard, nails leaving red crescent indents in your soft skin. "fucking slut.. you're so tight," he hisses, dipping his head into your neck to bite the skin of your shoulder.

your thoughts are spiraling, unable to think straight with the pain and pleasure mixing. his name falls from your lips like a chant as you cum, leg muscles flexing so hard they almost cramp. simon fucks you expertly, desperate to reach his own release. your gummy walls squeeze around him, enveloping him in hot, wet pleasure. “gonna cum baby,” he breathes, milking his last thrusts to not finish inside, “where do you want me?”

☼ has a massive breeding kink after you let him cum inside. the first time is random, completely impulsive but you’re so wrapped up in pleasure that you just need this. “cum inside me… please, i need it,” you beg, dragging him out of his focus, his dark eyes staring down at you, your face shoved into the pillow, ass up in the air.

his huge hand makes impact with your fat ass cheek, slapping it hard before squeezing it, pulling it apart to watch his cock side in and out of your pussy. “fuckin’ you aint enough, huh? you just need me to fill you up? make you have my fuckin’ babies?” he asks roughly, spanking you again. he doesn’t even listen for your answer, completely pussydrunk and needing to fulfill your request.

simon moans your name, pulling you back against him as he releases, hot cum coating your insides in multiple spurts, his orgasm dragging. he holds you there, making you to soak up every drop he can give.

☼ can attempt to be submissive but fails every time because he gets so impatient he cant help but grab your hips and fuck your cunt hard and fast, easily working an orgasm out of you. he gets so needy, feeling so uncomfortable until he's back in your squishy pussy, filling you up with his seed over and over until you cum all around his cock. sometimes he feels a little guilty for not allowing you to have your moment, but he knows you love it anyways.

[entirelysein-e]

『 Pegging them 』

☼ synopsis: you peg your boyfriend for the first time and both of you lose yourself in the pleasure it brings him.

☼ characters: Sakura, Tsubaki, Umemiya

☼ wc: 2.8k (1.0k / 0.8k / 1.0k)

☼ cw: gn!reader, afab!reader, anal play, pegging, rimming Ume, oral (reader giving and mentions of receiving), pet names angel/bunny, praise, consent checks, cum eating, slight overstimulation, hair pulling

☼ notes: thank you for the cafe and the members that kept me insane while writing this. @stunie @dearsylus @hayatoseyepatch shoutout to you three especially 🫶 || sign up for the taglist

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Sakura:

✧ Sakura was quite shy when it came to intimacy and he would rarely ever speak up about things he'd like to try.

✧ It was you who brought it up since you wanted to try it out and see if you both could perhaps be into it.

✧ Your boyfriend immediately blushed furiously and denied your request, far too embarrassed to say yes right away.

✧ He did however research a little and perhaps he had watched a few videos to see if it turns him on - which it did.

✧ Of course he was a little nervous but he trusted you with his life and so far you never teased him or made fun of him for the things he enjoys.

✧ So he eventually gave the green light. It was very sudden and took you off guard but you didn't push the topic.

✧ When you two were ready to try it out, Sakura was quite tense the entire time so you tried to reassure him.

✧ "We don't have to, you know" you coo gently as you stroke his rock hard cock slowly, your thumb occasionally running over the small slit to smear some of the precum that was leaking.

✧ "J-Just get it over with! I said i-i...want it" he barked out, although he got more quiet towards the end and his face grew hotter, unable to look at you.

✧ His defensive reaction made you grin, he was so curious but too shy to admit it and trying to play it off but you looked right through him.

✧ Sakura’s one condition was that he can lay on his stomach or be on all fours, not wanting you to look at him.

✧ You didn't mind it, almost preferring the view you had with your sweet lover on all fours, presenting himself so willingly.

✧ His face was burning in at least 10 shades of red when you reached around him to stroke his pretty cock while applying some lube to his puckered hole.

✧ "You know the word to stop, Haru" you whisper against his skin before kissing down the spine - goosebumps rising on his skin.

✧ Sakura didn't answer, balling the sheets in his fists instead when your finger moved to massage his ass ever so gently.

✧ "Shh it's okay, Haru... relax," your breath was hot against his lower back, small kisses calming him down and allowing you to slip a single finger inside.

✧ His eyes shot wide open when the first knuckle went in and you almost moaned at the sight of your finger disappearing at a slow pace.

✧ The second you started gently thrusting your finger, his body slowly sunk into the mattress, his face buried in the pillows beneath so you won't hear the way he's panting, soft moans slipping out despite holding them back.

✧ Your boyfriend felt far too good and you were able to hear those sweet high pitched moans, almost resembling whines when his hips started grinding into the sheets for some much needed friction on his dick.

✧ Using this knowledge you slipped a second finger inside, a loud gasp erupting from him in the process and you couldn't help but marvel at the sight.

✧ Sakura was in utter bliss when you curled your fingers and scissored him open, preparing him for the small dildo that’s attached to the harness around your hips.

✧ "S-stop... please" Sakura begged with a little crack in his voice and the second you slipped your fingers out, a concerned look on your face, his hips shot up but it was too late, ropes of cum shot onto the bed in small spurts.

✧ He was shocked and embarrassed from how sudden the orgasm crashed over him but you wanted more now, wanting to see him come undone when you pound into him, bruising his prostate.

✧ Rubbing soothing circles on his lower back you helped him calm down from the intense orgasm, not teasing him over it since he looked so vulnerable, almost embarrassed.

✧ “Felt really good, hm? Want to stop it here or do you want to keep going?” You asked as soft as you could muster, unsure what he needed in that moment.

✧ “I said you can f-fuck me tonight…” he mumbled and his eyes couldn't even meet yours when he got on all fours again.

✧ You didn't bother asking another time since he felt so defensive, simply applying lube to the strap and some more on his puckered hole.

✧ Teasing fingers massaging his ass soon got replaced with the slight pressure of the dildo trying to slip in and his cock twitched in excitement - if your fingers felt this good, the strap would feel even better.

✧ You tried your best to push in slow but his ass welcomed the intrusion almost eager, swallowing up the purple toy until your hips were flush with his butt cheeks.

✧ Sakura was already fucked out of his mind, the strap making him feel so fucking full and you didn't know if his mouth or the tip of his cock was leaking more liquids when you started rocking your hips into him.

✧ “fuck” he kept muttering profanities under his breath until his head buried itself into the pillow again, his hand tugging on his cock in the same rhythm you fucked him.

✧ “Nuh-uh you don't get to hide these fucking hot sounds from me” You groaned as you gripped a fist full of his hair to get his face out of the pillows.

✧ Just as you lifted him up he moaned loudly at a particular harsh thrust, unable to do anything but pant as his eyes screwed shut and the liquid ivory of his release slowly started to cover his hand.

✧ Turns out Sakura was into getting his hair pulled as well as his cute as fucked.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Tsubaki:

✧ Tsubaki was never the silent type when it came to the things he liked - this also went over to the more intimate aspects of your relationship.

✧ So you shouldn't have been surprised when you had your head resting on his lap as slender fingers played with your hair that he would ask you a very spicy question but you turned into a shocked mess for a moment.

✧ “Would you like to peg me one day?” He was really bold with his question but upon realizing how you froze up he realized it was a bit too bold so he laughed.

✧ “You don't need to, i just wondered if you're into it” he reassured you, not expecting an answer right away either but you nodded, laughing now too.

✧ “I've never pegged anyone but if you guide me i'd be so down” you answered amused, the thought of rutting into him excited you.

✧ The both of you talked about it here and there after the initial question got asked and actually ordered a toy together - Well he chose one given he would be the one having to take it but you got a say for the strap and the color of the dildo attached to it.

✧ Anal play was never entirely off the table with Tsubaki, his rule being that there aren't any taboos as long as it makes you both feel good so you've fingered him countless times before.

✧ You both were in the middle of a makeout session, his fingers. buried in your cunt when he nipped at your neck gently, a grin spreading over the red lips, the lipstick smeared onto your face as well by now.

✧ “Want you to fuck me so good… Can you do that for me, bunny?” he asked with a voice as sweet as honey and how could you say no to him when he asked like that?

✧ Eagerly you nodded and watched him saunt over to his little toy collection to get the strap out, the dimmed standing lamp in the corner of the room making him look even more beautiful in that lacey lingerie he wore.

✧ And you should have known when he dressed so pretty that he had some plans with you tonight but you appreciated the sight just a moment longer before he returned to the bed, wanting to help you with the strap.

✧ Gently he secured the little straps before leaning down to let his tongue travel over your glistening folds just to tease you before taking the toy into his mouth, head bobbing up and down a few times before he pulled away with a wet pop.

✧ The sight was so fucking hot and he pushed you back onto the mattress to squeeze some of the lube onto the toy before straddling your hips.

✧ “Should i play with you fir-” He didn't let you finish your question, a steamy kiss interrupting you mid sentence and his tongue invaded your mouth the same time the toy slid into him.

✧ The way he moaned into the kiss made you shudder, hands traveling to his hips to help him move the way he did for you so many times before.

✧ Tsubaki looked utterly beautiful on top of you like this, head thrown back in pure bliss and the soft light shining against him, making his silhouette glow and giving him an ethereal look as his pretty cock kept bouncing with the rhythm of his hips.

✧ Your nails were digging into his smooth skin, feeling as if you'd come untouched, just from watching him ride you the way he does.

✧ “You're doing so good for me, my prettiest angel,” he mused between sinful moans, guiding your hand to his achingly hard cock that stood proudly.

✧ “Making me feel so -fuck- so fucking good, my angel” he whispered between moans he couldn't control anymore and you could feel his cock twitch in your hand.

✧ You almost grew shy when he rocked his hips, jaw unlocking as he moaned your name like a mantra and his release painted your torso, making you wish some of it would have landed on your tongue instead.

✧ Tsubaki's toned thighs were shaking once he came down from his high, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch a breath but his thumb smeared some of his cum over your chest, covering the pad of the digit in his release.

✧ “Open up, bunny” he cooed and pushed his thumb past your lips, letting you lick off his seed. as his finger estes heavy on your tongue, your hips slowly thrusting upwards to fuck into him. You tasted blood and now you wanted more.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Umemiya:

✧ Umemiya had no taboos. Not when it came to you or intimate moments - if it's consensual and feels good everything goes.

✧ It's not like you both had to ask each other to try new things or actually sat down to talk about something, usually it just happened.

✧ Like that one time where you gave him the sloppiest head he ever got just to lick the saliva that dripped down his balls up and he pushed your head further down.

✧ He didn't demand, it was more like a gentle nudge to let you know he'd like you to lick a little further down and you gave him what he wanted.

✧ You've never heard Umemiya moan so hoarse as when your tongue flicked over his hole and this wasn't the only time you rimmed him, loving how much he enjoys it.

✧ Things just escalated from there on to the point where you fingered him until his thighs were shaking, his untouched cock spurting hot cum from his first prostate orgasm.

✧ Umemiya wanted more. The intense feeling of this orgasm made him wonder what it would feel like if you'd fuck him with one of your pretty toys.

✧ So next time you two were in the mood, Umemiya showed you his newest piece in the toy collection, a cute strap you can wear to fuck his brain out.

✧ And who are you to deny him his wishes if he wanted to be utterly fucked out beneath you?

✧ Umemiya wasn't nervous at all when you pushed his knees closer to his chest, nails raking over the underside of his legs all the way to his cute butt cheeks.

✧ “Keep holding your legs open for me, pretty boy,” you instructed as you secured the strap around your waist and Umemiya only nodded, his hands holding onto his thighs.

✧ “That's my good boy,” you mused and kissed each thigh once and then turned your attention to his balls before slowly sucking him off.

✧ His head fell back against the pillows the moment your lips wrapped around his bulbous tip. Gosh how much he wanted to watch you hollow out your cheeks but he could barely keep his eyes open from how good you made him feel.

✧ Your tongue swiping over his frenulum felt so good he almost missed how two lubed up fingers slipped inside of him, his knuckles going white from how hard he held onto his legs.

✧ “Oh f-fuck” he cursed out when you started massaging his prostate, your head still bobbing up and down his length until you felt like you prepped him enough to take the pastel pink colored toy.

✧ Umemiya gasped when you removed your fingers, feeling the tip of the dildo press against his puckered hole and he held his breath at the sensation.

✧ “Changed your mind, Angel?” You asked sweetly and one hand moved to gently stroke over the knuckles of his left hand.

✧ “Please fuck me” he groaned out almost desperate. In your bliss of playing with him you didn't even notice that you accidentally edged him.

✧ His pretty cock started twitching against his abs when you slowly and gently pushed the strap into his ass, watching how his brows knit together and his jaw fell open.

✧ The thin layer of sweat made him look as if he's glowing, the rays of sunshine that were shining through the half closed blinds made him look like an angel beneath you.

✧ You were so busy watching his face contort in utmost pleasure that you almost missed how his cock twitched, thick ropes of cum painting his abdomen after just the first few thrusts.

✧ He couldn't even moan, a silent scream was all he managed as his jaw hung open, hard panting everything you heard as you kept rocking into him.

✧ “You're taking me so well, looking so fucking hot,” you moaned at the sight of Umemiya’s abs covered in cum and his half limp dick begging for attention when he tried bucking into you.

✧ “Keep- keep fucking going” he moaned deeply and grabbed a fist full of your hair to pull you into a heated kiss.

✧ Your hips started snapping into him, almost pounding into your white haired lover as wanton moans fell from his lips, your name sounding like a lewd prayer when your hand wrapped around his overstimulated cock.

✧ Umemiya was a fierce leader and only you were able to have him helpless beneath you, reducing him to a moaning mess for mind blowing pleasure.

✧ You couldn't wait for what he had in store for you after this, knowing that you're playing with fire when you push his boundaries and overstimulate him like that.

✧ A loud moan followed by a soft whimper was all you heard when he came a second time from getting his prostate milked like that.

✧ Strong arms pulled you flush against his body as his hips bucked upwards and spreading the cum between your bodies, creating a sticky mess which none of you minded.

✧ “Can we stay like this for a moment?” He asked exhausted once the shockwaves of the orgasm wore off, his chest rising and falling rapidly at how heavy he was breathing.

✧ All you could do was nod, completely exhausted from fucking him like that, admiring how much stamina he had since he never seemed this tired after he was done with you.

✧ The both of you stayed like that, the toy still deep inside of him but he needed to catch his breath before anything else, starting to like the feeling of being this full.

Networks: @pixelcafe-network @interstellar-inn @houseofsolisoccasum

[constesplanetarium]

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Lost in the woods.

☼⚠︎ Yandere! Werewolf x Red Riding Hood! Reader

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a/n: like the new format? i do :) much prettier and organized than before. though, theres only so much that I can do on mobile :(

Darkness: 8/10 “do you need someone to hold your hand?”

TW!!! General Yandere shenanigans, non-con, groping, blood, implied kidnapping around end, mentioned stalking, and potential cannibalism.

Word count: Around 1k.

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“Are you lost, little red riding hood?”

Your knees threaten to buckle down on you as your gaze trails up to the werewolf towering over you, golden eyes darting between both you and your picnic basket. Oh lord, why you? You just wanted to have dinner at your grandmother's house!

He grins at the feeling of your fear, claws scratching at his chin in curiosity. “Now why’re you so frightened?” He barks out an amused laugh. “You knew exactly what was going to happen when you stepped foot into this forest.” But what’re the chances of walking into a werewolf at this time?

Your gaze wanders up to the setting sun, still too early for any werewolves to make their appearance. Fireflies start to swirl around the scenery, flicking their lights off and on as you try to keep your gaze planted on the werewolf, so as to not anger him.

“Now, now, no need to be scared,” A small grumble leaves his throat, but you can’t hear what he said in between his words. “Do I look like I’m going to hurt you?”

Once you don’t answer his question, he sighs deeply. “If I was going to hurt you,” He takes a step closer, forcing you to instinctively clutch your basket closer to your body and take a step back. “I would’ve done so by now, yes?” You wince at the feeling of his claw dragging itself over your jaw, your fingers digging into the handle on your basket as you bite your tongue, trying not to lash out at him for touching you.

“Jumpy, are we?” He chuckles, tail swaying behind him as his ear twitches in curiosity at your reaction. “To be honest, I’ve never seen a human up close. That must be why I’m so enamored by you.”

You finally decide to speak up, gripping your basket tightly as you murmur an excuse to leave, but once you take a step to do so, he blocks your path with a growing growl.

“Why so soon? I’m not hurting you, am I?” He snarls, and you flinch back. “I just want to talk, that's all. What happened to common courtesy for you humans?” You stare down at your basket and suddenly stretch your arms out to offer it to him.

“What? What about your silly basket…?” He growls, staring at the basket, but his eyes soften as he stares at it longer. Does he just want the basket or what?

The werewolf visibly licks his teeth, slobber and drool dripping down the corners of his mouth as he glares at the basket in your hands, smelling the hot food emitting from underneath the plaid patterned fabric.

“What a nice smelling basket you have there.” He growls, poking you in the chest with a claw as your body flinches back. He gives you a toothy grin at your reaction and swipes a claw across your chest, ripping the fabric with ease as you yelp, dropping the basket as you cover your bare chest. “I’m not very interested in that basket you have, though.”

Oh.

“You smell much more tasty,” You try to run, but a swipe of his arm and you’re forced against him, a sob leaving your throat as a claw presses against your adam’s apple. “Then whatever's in that basket there.” He says plainly, pointing at the basket on the ground as he kicks it aside, the contents spilling out onto the woodland floor.

“I could smell you from a mile away, I really could.” Slobber drips down onto your chest, and then you're trying your best to wipe it away with disgust plastered all over your face. “Luckily you took a wrong turn to your grandmother's house.”

What?

“You didn’t notice?” He cooes, two sets of claws dragging along your cheek. “I would’ve thought you noticed that I switched the signs.” Your eyes dart to the trees ahead and above you, fireflies dancing around as light up the scenery. How could you be so stupid? “Though I did get some help from some fairy folk. Perhaps it's your fault for not memorizing the way to her house?”

How does he know that you were visiting her? You choke up a sob as he grins down sadistically at you, showing off his teeth. It doesn’t take a genius to notice the specks of blood splattered in between.

“You visit her often, my dear.” He chuckles. “How could I have not noticed you by now? It's been weeks. Ah,” he sighs, dragging his claw down your leg as he rips more and more fabric, leaving you partly exposed to every watching eye in the forest. “Only now did I get so lucky.” You wince at the crisp feeling of the cold air on your exposed skin.

“You look so tasty…” You gasp and shudder away from him as he brings his face close to yours, taking in your scent as he groans quietly. “I wonder how your insides taste. They must be so sweet, every single one of them." He whispers hungrily, and then you’re suddenly lifted off your feet as your screams fill the air around you, trying to kick him away from you.

“Shut up, or I’ll kill you here; right now.” He snarls, slobber dripping onto your thighs as he brushes his mouth against them, and your cries cease almost immediately. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you stare at the fallen basket, alongside the now dirt covered goodies you had tucked away.

“Will you miss your basket, little red riding hood?” He chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’ll come back for it later.”

“Right after I’ve eaten you, of course. In more ways than one.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

a little food for you guys while i work on bigger fics :) fighting between marcus and alex’s fic lol

might introduce an oc from outside of tumblr idk… how do yall feel abt a male yandere barista??? or another werewolf man? :)

[baby-yongbok]

Sun Shower & Golden Hour

Han Jisung x Reader

☼ Genre: Fluff ☼ Summary: Jisung wants to kiss you in the rain. ☼ Word Count: 1.4k

☼ This One shot was Inspired by the song Golden Hour by Jvke

☼ Story Playlist: For You - LeeHi (ft. CRUSH) | Golden Hour - Jake | Exist for Love - Aurora | Belong to you - Sabrina Claudio | Say yes to heaven - Lana Del Rey | j's lullaby - Delaney Bailey

✧ Masterlist ✧

The sunset in Seoul is on another level tonight. The golden rays reflect off of every surface it can reach, creating a beautiful field of deep orange around you. It was Jisung's idea to go on a drive, he wanted to get out of the house and proposed that the two of you grab something to eat and find a place to sit. It started raining shortly after you picked up your food but the last thing on your minds was going home. You drove around, the savory smell of your meals taunting you as you searched for a pretty shot to park and eat. Once Jisung found the perfect spot you set up quickly, eating and talking like you haven't been laid up on each other all weekend. 

The car fell quiet when the rain picked up a bit. There were barely any clouds in the sky, the early evening sun caught the reflection of each droplet that fell from above. Turning it into a drop of honey for just a second before it pooled on the concrete. The view that the two of you found was beautiful. It's a small spot, almost hidden, you'll miss it if you don't look for it. It overlooks the Han river at a breathtaking angle. There's just enough room in front of the car that you could have a picnic here if you wanted to. You'll remember that for next weekend. 

“Baby.” Jisung calls to you before taking another bite of his food. “Wanna do something?”

You hum, swallowing what's in your mouth and keeping your gaze on the evening view. “Like what?”

“I dunno.” He stares down at the food container in his lap, pondering his thoughts for a second before a soft grin pulls at his lips. “Can I kiss you?”

A light chuckle escapes you and you cover your full mouth as you smile. “You've never asked permission for that before, Ji. Of course you can.”

He closes his container, stuffing it back into the take out bag excitedly. “Can I kiss you… in the rain?” You turn to him, taking in his wide and eager smile as he waits for your answer. 

“You wanna do that tik tok thing?” You ask with a grin. Jisung can be sweet sometimes - all of the time - but he's never wanted to do something like this.

“Yeah, I wanna do the tik tok thing. Do you wanna?” You close your food container, putting it in the bag with his and brushing off your hands. You stare out into the rain for a second, taking in its beauty and considering his offer. 

“I dunno.” You sigh, it would be super romantic. 

“Last one out of the car drives home.” Jisung rushes his sentence as he turns to exit the car. He pushes his door open quickly, stepping out into a puddle and cursing through his gleeful giggles. 

“Jisung!” You giggle, scrambling to get out of the car, you step over the puddle on your side and slam your door shut. The cold rain sends a shock to your system and you fumble with the zipper to your hoodie, pulling it up further as an extra layer of protection. 

Your boyfriend is close to the edge of the small cliff that you're parked in front of, taking in the view as the pouring rain flattens his now curling hair. He's caught in the golden hour sunset, causing his eyes to shimmer like freshly tapped tree sap. The smile adorning his lips is sweet like maple and you find your heart bursting at the seams at the sight. 

“Look at this.” You gaze with him. Taking in the moment like you're the main character in your favorite romance novel. That's how Jisung makes you feel anyway. Alive. Loved and untouchable. 

He reaches for your hand, turning to you and pulling you closer to him. He's cold to the touch and you're both soaking wet but everything warms up once he smiles down at you. His cheeks growing red with a cherry blush. Has the sun created a shield around the two of you? Preserving the moment in an eternal glow for both of you to enjoy. You smile at the thought. 

“Come here.” He wraps his arms around your waist and you snake yours around his neck. He leans in, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “You're pretty.” 

You smile up at him, a blush as red as his creeping up on your lips. “Kiss me.”

“Happily.” He raises a hand to cup your cheek as his lips brush against yours in a feather light kiss. You can't help but to smile against him as he kisses you again, harder than before. He sighs and his eyelashes flutter against your skin. He mimics your smile, trying his best to fight back a giggle as he deepens the kiss. 

“You're making me laugh.” He whispers against your lips, causing you to smile wider. “Jagi, come onnn.” He whines at you, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I'm sorry you're just so cute, baby.” He rolls his eyes playfully, running his thumb over your cheekbone. 

“Well then let me be cute and have this moment with you without you making me smile like an idiot.” He leans back in, brushing his lips over yours and falling into a deep passionate kiss. It's your turn to sigh against him as you savor the feeling of him, soaking wet yet warm. Sweeter than the purest honey and making you happier than anything else you've ever prayed for. You relax into him, taking it all in when he smiles, breaking the kiss and squeezing his eyes shut with a faint chuckle. 

“I was being serious and now you can't be!” He laughs harder at your exasperation. Resting his head on your shoulder as he tries to calm himself.  

“I'm sorry I'm sorry I just couldn't help it.” He stands straight, looking down at you with sparkling eyes. “I just… love kissing you. I feel so happy every time I get to feel your lips on mine. You're like a dream.” 

He brushes a strand of wet hair sticking to the side of your face behind your ear. He lets his touch linger for a second or two as he takes you in. The sun is creating a halo around you like it's presenting him with the celestial gift of you. Is he falling in love all over again?

“How did I get so lucky? There Isn't a day that goes by where I don't ask myself that question. You're everything that I could ask for and more. You're everything that I've ever wanted, all that I'll ever need.” Tears well up in your eyes and fall with the rain. They catch in the sunlight and become golden fractals before they can hit the ground.

“Ji…” You turn your head into his palm, snuggling into his touch and kissing his wrist. “You confessed already, ya know.” 

He smiles, shaking his head and wrapping his arms around your middle. He picks you up, spinning you and pulling a surprised laugh from your chest. He laughs with you as you call out his name, a half hearted plea for him to put your feet back on the ground. When he does set you back down he kisses you quickly. wrapping his arms all the way around you and holding you flush to his chest. 

“I'll keep confessing.” He rubs his hands up your back, smoothing the wet fabric against your body. The rain has slowed now or maybe he's made time stop around you. "Call it practice for my vows. I want to tell you that I love you in every way that I can think of. I find a new way to appreciate you every day.”

“I think that I'm the lucky one here.” You mumble as you search each other's eyes. “I love you, Jisung. So much, I love you endlessly. You make me so happy, I had no clue what it was like to feel this way until I met you and I never want to let it go.” 

He looks away for a second, blinking up towards the sunlight in an attempt to keep his tears at bay. “Dance with me?”

“We're gonna catch a cold.” You laugh but Jisung shakes his head.

“We're already wet, why not dance before we go.” He can see that he's convinced you by the way that you look up at him, he can also tell that you never truly planned to object at all. “Pick a song.” He moves to hold you in a ballroom dancing position, squeezing your hand lightly once it's laced with his. “I'll sing it, any song.”

“Golden Hour.” 

A/N: I'm sorry if this sucked. I was listening to Gold Hour by Jvke at 3 am and just started typing away. I suck at fluff and I'm so nervous to post this.

Thank you for reading, I hope that you enjoyed! Feedback and reblogs are extremely appreciated! All support makes my day. 💕

[lorebled-a]

5'4" - ms. red <3

[ send your character's height and i'll compare it to mine. ] 5′4″ & 5′8″. 2022′s most feral encounter.

[sugar-petals]

What They Were Too Shy To Tell You! ♡ 🅿🅸🅲🅺 🅰 🅲🅰🆁🅳​  

⇢ a timeless tarot answer ⏳

image descriptions: 

[ #1 guitar ] • [ #2 man w/ long hair ] • [ #3 shoes ]

NOTE ➝ physical descriptions included to confirm your pick! ready for the secret, beautiful person? ♥︎

🔓 select the image that evokes a memory the most. this pile reveals their words left unspoken because they’re too shy. 

{ 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝/𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 }

💌𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝟣  - [★ a white guitar]

PAGE OF COINS | 4 OF COINS | 4 OF WANDS | 10 OF CUPS

☼ looks. As a physical clue, the cards show a young, dark-haired person like the diligent PAGE OF COINS. So if they are brunette or have black hair this is your confirmation. You might have seen them wear a green/brown shirt or a black coat. Their posture is memorable. It could be an earth sign (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn) or they have strong earth influence in their chart.

Lucky, lucky you. They want to commit to you big time. No other goals to be found in this spread. In fact, they might even be saving up to move in with you, that’s how knee-deep they are in this. Wow. You’re their one and only treasure that they don’t want to let go at all. They absolutely have plans with you — to the point where they believe this to be a one-way street with no shortcuts, no others involved, as this person is utterly jealous and jumping to conclusions. And they’re right about wanting to cling to you! It’s because they see your worth and value, all of your good qualities. 

This resourceful and superbly talented person wants to celebrate that they finally found someone. Even dance in the street, give a toast, bring you flowers. Growing old together is the end game, no messing around here. Spouse material is how they perceive you, a long-term partner. Your person does not play or look elsewhere: They want closure, they want to come home to you or vice versa, they want you being part of their family. Even take you to where they come from. Man, they’ve progressed this relationship so much in their head.

Maybe they’ve been so lonely, they want to seal the deal because a creeping fear of loss came up in them, tied up with financial worries. Still, they’re perfectly certain they can steer this relationship in a direction of stability instead of chasing, pining, yearning. So, this individual is in it to win it. All the lights are switched to green! Since they’re an utter fairytale reality romantic (oh gee... you don’t even know how much they idealize you ), they’re terrified of not being able to embrace you and having their happy ever after. Even if they were level-headed and realistic at first, now it’s rose-colored glasses all the way. 

Yes, they’re greedy to have you. They want this to progress and everyone to know you belong together. But, in general, what they don’t tell you is just. So. Wholesome. Even their steamy thoughts. They are possessive of this opportunity you have, with all its potential. However, they think their anxieties will fizzle out once you made it official. That’s what they’re gunning for, anyway. Seriously, his person got your whole future planned out but they’re too shy to tell. It’s a secret how invested they really are, but their feelings are too strong to gloss it over sooner or later.

💌𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝟤 -  [★ a man with long hair]

THE MAGICIAN | 9 OF CUPS | 5 OF CUPS | THE SUN

☼ looks. This person might be fairly tall with long arms as per the MAGICIAN card. All hair colors are possible, but especially black and blonde. Their signature clothing may be red, white, or dark. They wear it floor long often. Crossing their arms is a signature gesture of theirs. Your person could be a Gemini or Virgo, or have Mercury prominent in their natal chart.

Life in bloom: You make them so boundlessly happy. Really. It’s incredible. Free of worries. When you last departed (this could be online as well, though without swords in the reading, this might have been in person or in their fantasy at least), it was almost like a wonderful situation turned awful, however. How did that happen? Content and flirty as can be, they felt like having all their options open, you put no pressure on them. That just made them sit and beam. They felt like having all they ever needed, in fact.

Little did they know that being away from you depressed them so severely, they thought they’d lost it all! Even if that wasn’t the case, even if it didn’t last that long. But they went through this like a really painful time. Which was in a stark, gloomy contrast to how they felt before, which is why they keep this emotion secret, almost like they carry it under a huge cloak. You can’t see through it, but it serves to protect you by blocking you out for a while. Still, they’re looking forward to renewing the happiness they experienced before, feeling even more carefree because of you. This is childlike joy they’re experiencing, even after there seems to be a no contact situation, or a feeling of great loss at least. 

Since this is the pile featuring the most Major Arcana cards, this situation will be more drawn-out, with a big and versatile personality involved, and a happy end that they envision in the future. It’s not about sealing the deal like in Pile 1, this is more about enjoying life just because and never looking back on all those tears. If there was a breakup or rejection involved, they turned it around for themselves eventually: Clean slate. From pessimism to optimism.

They really don’t want to admit how much you made them feel on top of the world, and then beaten down in grief or regret, too. They went through a whole rollercoaster, though they blame no one but themselves. As of now, they recovered, though you won’t see it. Their feelings of missing you ended on a good note and they knew letting you go was such a mistake preventing them from their personal healing. Rest assured they have no hard feelings, that’s what they wish you knew. And remember: It was them who put a spell on you, but they see you as absolutely magical.

💌𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝟥  -  [★ impeccable shoes]

7 OF SWORDS | 3 OF CUPS | 4 OF CUPS | 2 OF SWORDS

☼ looks. As a physical clue, this person almost certainly has very curly hair (mind that they might somehow relax/straighten it), standing at medium/average height. They like flowing clothes or oversized tops, especially when they go out. They could own a red hat or bright boots. They might be an air sign (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius) or feature strong air influence in their chart.

If your situation involves plenty of mixed messages, this is your pile. “Fine without you... or not?” type of energy. Bit of a bummer, bit of a rough patch mentally. The most conflicting cards popped up right here. This person snuck out of your life, not quite stealing your heart but definitely grabbing hold of a bunch of thoughts about you that they want to keep without you noticing. Your person can be pretty frivolous, daring, not quite on track yet. As of now, they seem like they pay you no mind, or hide that they do.

They quickly went off to party their life away, but realized that they turned really numb. Gosh, they’re stuck right now. Even if they are shrewd for sure! How to decide? They need your help to get through this. How the situation last turned out was not ideal, particularly on social media. They were elated to see you or hear from you, but fell into a kind of inertia. Perhaps they ignore you, ghosted you, or simply didn’t realize how much you care about them. 

Now they feel none the wiser, in fact, figuratively caught between chairs. There could be a third person involved and you don’t know a thing about them. They got away with not telling you at all after they departed. They met up with the other woman/man and had a good time, even. Now they’re bogged down, though, as the good mood was short-lived. They don’t want to admit that they feel guilty. Wanting to suppress it and drink it away is a topic here.

Emotionally, they’re not apologetic as they are too busy figuring this dilemma out in their head. Clueless is what I’m hearing. In an extreme scenario: To cheat or not to cheat, even. Until now, it’s all in limbo, they just didn’t inform you. Couldn’t inform you! They’re too confused and in a daze. As of recently, they don’t know what to do, and they could use a hint to tip their scales because they can’t handle this on their own. However, this situation is fleeting, and most of it goes down in their head rather than reality. They just need to choose wisely. 

🍰 DISCLAIMER // there is no guarantee for accuracy. believing in the cards is a choice. the deck used is the classic rider-waite!

© 2017-2023 sugar-petals. All readings tentative: Take what resonates, discard the piles that don’t hit home. Do not repost my readings.

[elissanatok]

﹒•˒⟿⭒「𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 ❞」ʿʿ ⟿☼ 2

↳✉⭒˞˔˙ː❛ -ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡?✹⋮

◌༄۵ !𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗎 !

!𝚂.𝚁. //𝙱.𝙱.// 𝙿.𝙼. //𝙿.𝙿. !

𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍. 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝗈, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈, 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍??? 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 – 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 – 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 – 𝗅𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾.

a/n: this is complete fluff I guess

Peter Parker felt his fingers twitch for the thousand time this morning. He wished he could give the one cup of coffee he had that morning the fault for this, but he knew something was wrong. He knew his senses were even higher than usually and the strong grip on the strap of his backpack did nothing to release some tension.

He did send Mr. Stark a message telling him something was wrong, but the moment he told him his problem was finger twitching Tony stopped answering.

His brown locks were ruffled, and Ned's eyes widened when he met him in the halls. "Woah what happened to you man?", he asked, analyzing his friend from head to toe. "I – I don't know. Something is wrong." He started rubbing the itching art on his body. Usually, he loved it. The fine sketch of a woman who's reading a newspaper, keeping her legs crossed, was his favorite part about his body. Although it wasn't really about him. It would make his day - looking at his waist in the mirror and tracing the lines till they had burned themselves into his mind. God, he loved the idea of her feeling his touch. And even after he found his favorite part to be the favorite part to three other men, he still couldn't help but give himself butterflies every time he thought of her.

Her.

Snapping out of his trance, he looked at his friend who was raising an eyebrow at him. "Did you listen to me? Hey dude where is your mind. I just told you the best thing ever!", "Sorry.", Peter mumbled, biting his lip. "So there's this new girl, alright. I have math with her. She's hot. So hot bro. And- and- ", "Yeah she's cool I guess." Both guys snapped their neck towards MJ, who was slightly smirking as she stopped next to them. "Yeah- so- ", "What's her name?", Peter asked wanting to meet her now that his friends already got to know her. "Y/n. Cool right?", Ned said grinning. "Yeah -cool. Look – I should go.", "You alright Pete?", asked MJ, to which he nodded, before he speed walked to his next class, just to freeze in the door.

Her hair was beautiful. Braided in some kind of pretty bun which he had no clue about. Her nose was wrinkled as she looked down at the notebook, the pencil tightly held between her fingers and her lips in a pout. "Shit.", he whispered, looking at her lips. They were rosy, not red, not too big, but not too small. The perfect match to his.

Wrinkling her eyebrows Y/n slowly looked up, but came to the conclusion she must have imagined the feeling of someone starring at her, because no one was standing in the door. No- the boy who was leaning outside of the room, with a rapid beating heart and red cheeks couldn't look into her eyes.

Everything he imagined could come true now, but he wished oh so dearly for it to be Steve or Pietro who got to meet her first. Look- Peter was an awkward, shy boy most of the times and even tough he would be the one to spend some time with her alone before he had to tell the others, he was scared shitless.

She wouldn't laugh at him if he started to ramble or said something that sounded wrong. Right?

Peeping around the wall he took a deep breath. Her legs were crossed, the same way the lady from his soul mark did. Another deep breath followed, before he closed his eyes and- he opened them again and fell right into a deep pool of y/e/c.

Y/n’s head was tilted slightly as her mouth went dry. "H-Hi.", she whispered and started fumbling with the rings on her finger to prevent from falling around his neck immediately. "H—Hey", Peter coughed out, getting even redder cheeks when he took in her smell. "So- you're my soulmate huh?", she asked, trying to ease him and herself a little bit. "I guess."

"Is that bad?", she asked nervous. "I mean is- am I- "Her self-consciousness was interrupted by her teacher walking thru the door next to them. "Mmh." She didn't find the words she was searching for, so she pointed at the door and left in a hurry. Great. Just Great.

It did exactly go like he always imagined. Not really tho.

He sighed, as he rubbed a hand over his face. He didn't even know where to start from here. He didn't know if he should tell the others first or get to know her. He was going to have a heart attack at the age of seventeen and it would be her fault. Y/n St. Lorenz would be the death of him.

Slightly she took her eyes of her book, when the sound of the chair next to her being pulled backwards met her ears. Peter -again- took a deep breath. "It's – uhm- fantastic.", he smiled, and tried to memorize her face. "What?", she whispered, and looked in his eyes again. "I- uhm- you know- you are – it's not bad that you're my soulmate. It's perfect. You're perfect." A blush spread over both their faces. "Oh- You don't even know me.", "But I would love to."

"I guess that can be arranged.",

"Great. I'm Peter -Parker uhm- Peter Parker.",

"Nice to meet you, Peter Parker. I'm Y/n.",

"Perfect.",

"Yeah- Perfect."

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BODE LEONE — Spring Writings 🩵

A/N: Happy Fire Country Friday! It’s just me feeding the ghost town of a tag that was inspired by that last episode with a side of drama or triggers—i try my best to make spring writings more fluff based which you will get somewhere here. I want to say this takes place a year or two after this current season idk whatever makes sense lol. I know timelines are kinda confusing for this show so feel how you feel!

WARNINGS: strained parent and child relationship, established relationships, infidelity of other characters, mentions of abuse to minors, alluding to s*ic**e, PTSD, blood, lots of descriptions that I should be employed as a screenwriter for the show with the amount of detail I give but we can just pretend, also I’m assuming that Bode and Riley were at least two to three years apart whereas him and Jake are the same age? I think that’s about it enough!

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using: 9. Our first dinner party & “god you’re bleeding! how the hell did you do that?” “i was trying to cut the tomatoes!”

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“God you’re bleeding! How the hell did you do that?” Bode’s voice booms off the “almost oyster,” kitchen walls, making you zone back in to the fact that your middle knuckle and tip of your thumb happened to be oozing red all over the makeshift counter and cutting board.

He’s scrambling around the kitchen, snatching a rag from underneath the sink to wrap around your two fingers awkwardly. Applying pressure, which you hiss at, you meet Bode’s concerned blue-green eyes to see that he’s waiting for an answer.

You sigh, “I was trying to cut the tomatoes!”

Bode keeps his hands securely over yours and barely glances at the work you started on along with your phone that keeps silently lighting up. He blinks his attention back to you, sensing that you were disconnecting and was not entirely sure why. It was your idea to have your first dinner party after he moved in with you at the high rise out in Hillford, which was thirty minutes west of Edgewater.

“I see that,” he starts, “you don’t even like tomatoes, so I’m not sure why that’s on the menu for tonight?”

Closing your eyes for a moment you lift your shoulders nonchantly, “your mom loves a good Mediterranean salad, so I thought why not give it a go?”

Bode snorts, “my mom wouldn’t know the difference if it was store bought.”

His mom was a decent cook but she hardly had the patience to keep up with it. Majority of the time Bode’s dad was the one to throw down thanks to his own mother and grandmother forcing him to learn. Sharon loved to eat and sample so she wouldn’t be too judgmental…unless she ended up with food poisoning then you’d never hear the end of it!

“Vince would depending on what it is.” You peer at him underneath your eyelashes while Bode breathed out a laugh, figuring that you were most likely right. Mr. Leone may seem like a go with the flow kind of guy but one thing about the Leone’s? They loved to eat and if the food wasn’t cutting it then some words would be said.

Bode hoped the idea of his parents being here tonight didn’t make you nervous. It wasn’t your first time having a meal with them and one thing Bode knew about his parents is that they rarely held back. They liked you and they wanted to see him rebuild his life after being released. They were just happy that Bode was finally able to do that but after that text you just received…you weren’t so sure if that would remain true.

Bode gently lifts the rag from your fingers, “the bleeding from your thumb seems to be slowing down but that knuckle might need some stitches.” He announces before raising your hand back above your heart.

Feeling a wave of frustration fly over your being once more, made you want to lay face first on the kitchen floor—if it was sanitary. Hey you kept a clean house, otherwise you wouldn’t be having any family over! You were a bit of germaphobe and tried to ignore the itch of your brain to get to cleaning the mess you left on the wooden table turned island, that you got from a antique store two years ago.

“Hey,” Bode grips you even tighter, prepared to handle the deadweight if you decided to just drop to the floor, “what’s wrong?”

This was more than just you losing blood.

Opening your eyes you move your body around to slump against Bode, who didn’t hesitate to rest his cheek against the back of your head, “Sharon invited my mom and Manny, which is okay, I guess! Then my mom invited Gabriela! Which automatically makes what’s his face, the fiancé, her plus one while also extending it to Eve who invited Jake.”

The mumbling from you was a bit difficult for Bode to grasp but he listened intently anyways to get the gist of it all. There were many things wrong with this and he was tempted to call his mother up right now—despite knowing she had no ill intentions. Sharon seemed to get a kick out of your mom (which only meant trouble) who was casually dating Manny and you already knew your mother was solely the one to drag Gabriela into this. You’ve known the Perez’ since what felt like forever, way back in San Diego where you and Gabriela both attended school and actually became friends due to being in the same friend groups. You both tried out for the swim team, Gabriela made it and you excelled better at gymnastics.

She had the dream of being in the Olympics while you were being shot up with steroids from your coach to be the next star of the team. There was Lilavati Sharma who was the face of the team and carried herself with such grace despite the pressure to always be the best. She was sweet with all the girls and guys on the team and was genuinely likeable. The coach favored her just a little too much to the point she was here and then in the next she wasn’t.

Her father pulled her away from the team and gave the coach a nice shiner to the face that took weeks to heal. That only made the coach train you harder until you broke your collar bone, becoming the biggest disappointment until the truth of your coach came to light after the unexpected death of Lilavati.

That’s when you learned, maybe second best wasn’t so bad after all but that didn’t mean your trauma needed to be diminished as well. You hurt for Lilavati more than you did for yourself and it took years for you to understand why that was.

The universe seemed to have it written in stone that you and Gabriela were meant to be in each other’s lives. Yes you were older now compared to high school but it was safe to say that the both of you have fallen out long before. There always seemd to be some sort of connect with your mother and Manny. They were both once married and Manny’s been raising Gabriela all on his own for as long as you could remember. You recalled the conversations Gabriela would have about the gap she had in her life because of her mother’s absence and how lucky you were to have your parents.

Well…your mother’s been cheating on your father since you were a kid and basically bullied you not to tell your father about it once you were a bit older. Although he’s always known, he hated that she put you in that position after realizing that you’ve known. By the time leaving for college came around, your dad was moving from San Diego to Northern California far out to Edgewater; after serving your mother divorce papers who gave him such a hard time on signing them. She even followed him all the way out there after putting the house up for sale a month before your graduation.

Going back and forth to court was a common thing between them along with a restraining order being filed and lengthy phone calls from your mouthy mother filled your head while studying for finals. So yes your upbringing was as peachy as everyone thought.

Bringing it back to present time, your father was remarried and seemed to be thriving with his new aeronautical engineer of a husband, that you had to cat-sit every time they left the country to explore the world. Your father’s always been open about his sexuality and made you comfortable (considering he was a psychologist) if you ever questioned anything of your own personal experiences. You were one of the rare cases where you always had crushes and flirted once it felt like those crushes also showed interest but…it never amounted out into much.

You never had a significant other until you reached college. Let’s just say, you didn’t marry your college sweetheart. That wasn’t your story. The idea of love that you had wasn’t the brightest although it’s something you always wanted to have, it was just hard to truly receive it. And here you were with a man that always fought through so much in life that also wanted to give love and be loved in return.

“So the gang is all coming basically?” Bode used one hand to gently rub your back, “we could just cancel. It was supposed to just be with my parents…although I don’t mind Manny and your mom tagging along but…inviting everyone else to our place without talking to us about it…is crossing boundaries. How’d you find out?”

It still felt odd for Bode to call this waterfront townhouse his as well but you constantly reassured him that he was open to doing anything that made him feel like the home was his too. For one contributing to the HOA fees was a good start (after fighting a lengthy battle with the court to get EMT training and finally getting a spot on CalFire as stable income was a long time coming). Pre-Prison Bode had jobs before—some that he’s walked out on—but being with CalFire gave him purpose with a smidge of financial freedom. He was able to spend money on things that mattered like annoying adult stuff, a creepy ornamental two piece banana sculpture that he installed on the wall of the breakfast room (a small separate area from the dining room), and you.

“Mom texted.” You huffed, “and I’m trying to get better at not blowing up on her but when she does things like this? It makes it so hard.”

It took a lot for you to stand up to your mother since you tended to hold everything in. Over the years it’s been a build up and she’s apologized various of times but it started to fall on empty ears when she continued to repeat her same patterns.

Bode hated that your mother caused you such anxiety. He’s cupping your face now, gently placing his forehead against yours, “what do you want to do? I’ll call mom and yours up right now if it’s too much? We can have dinner ourselves, just us two and see if there’s any new streams on that movie you’ve been telling me about.”

You send him a small smile, cherishing that, “the kebabs are already done along with half of the other food. We can’t eat all of this ourselves.”

Bode peeks over at the covered food on the rest of the counters then back to you with a smirk of a smile, “want to bet?”

“Bode!”

“What? I can eat and I’ve been dying to try a kebab since you slapped my hand with a Spatula an hour ago.” He playfully glares at you, “I needed a snack.”

“There’s always crackers.”

Bode furrows his brows, “…I thought you loved me but I think you’re trying to starve me. What is this? Three rock?”

You laughed, “well at least one of us has an appetite and I just want to get through this night and enjoy the company of what I thought would just be with Sharon and Vince.”

Bode nods his head, “we still have time if you change your mind so, I’ll give you until after I’ve cleaned you up.”

“I love that you already know that I want you to do my stitches.”

Bode slides an arm across your hips to guide you out of the kitchen, “of course I know my baby. You nearly collapse every time you see prices in the grocery store when we’re out so I can only imagine what the bill from urgent care would look like. Lucky for you, you have a certified first responder as a boyfriend.”

He’s careful with you as he guides you up the narrow creaky stairs to the second floor to the main bathroom and you’re reminded this is the love you deserve.

You’re seated on the toilet while Bode is making a mess—like he commonly does—searching for what he needs. His hands are large and quick as they work the needle through the thread before setting it aside. He turns back to you, moving your hands from the pressure you’re applying against the rag, before motioning for you to keep it on the knuckle while he cleans, applies antibiotics and bandages your thumb first.

Bode kisses your thumb over the bandage, “how are we doing? Feeling faint? Do you need water? I probably should have asked before we came up here.”

“I’m fine.” You smile softly at him as he grabs a stool to sit down on as it’ll take him longer to work on your knuckle, “thanks for checking.”

He hums in response, “want to talk about work as a distraction?”

Blood didnt really bother you but you did cringe at the thought of needles. You can go ahead and write down PTSD note takers! You were an application security specialist, yes a true nerd, and also damn good at your stressful but fulfilling job but it was the weekend so that was a negative.

You redirect the conversation, “I’d like to draw you your next tattoo.”

Did you have artistic abilities like Bode? Let’s just say you were more of a data person while also being pretty athletic—although gymnastics was somewhat history you still found yourself stretching and working out to be crucial to your health routine—you had your own taste.

“Yeah?” Bode asks as he gets to work, “are you telling me you don’t like the two I already have?”

You shake your head, “sure I do. They have their own significant stories, which I’d never change and I have ideas if that artist brain of yours craves for more ink.”

“Appreciate that…so what’s on your mind?”

You deeply inhale as you feel the needle piercing your skin but talk through it, “you’re surprisingly into some odd art and I’ve been looking at vintage Halloween art that my co-worker is obsessed with and thought, why not create a wizard frog with a pointy star hat, wand and everything?”

“A wizard frog?” There’s a teasing tone in Bode’s voice while he pictures it as he pulls tight before going back to your skin while you hold your breath, “Magic’s not really my thing especially since I told you about my dad having me watch that one weird movie with Anthony Hopkins. Riley on the other hand? Could sit up for hours watching that horror crap with my dad…although she always ended up in my room, stealing my covers while talking away as I tried to sleep. As her big brother I dealt with it if that meant keeping her nightmares away, although I regretted it in the morning.”

The both of you share a laugh at this.

What you knew of Riley was that her and Bode were sorta opposites. She had the kindest big round blue eyes, was friendly and open to having conversations with strangers whereas Bode was more reserved before he felt comfortable enough to approach. Apparently she was soft spoken yet determined, into the well-being of animals that she planned to be a vegetarian once she was older, liked magic tricks and horror movies but only if that meant she got more time to bond with Vince that is. She seemed to have a heart on her sleeve and probably would have been a veterinarian if she lived past sixteen.

“Just big brother duties.” You inhale air between your teeth, “and I think she would like my wizard frog idea.”

“Yeah…I can see you two plotting against me.” Bode smiles over at you before giving one last tug before snooping off the excess thread, “all set.”

Before he can even move to start cleaning up, you throw your arms across his shoulders and give him a squeeze. Bode pauses but buried his nose against your fuzzy cardigan before rubbing your back against your embrace once more.

“What’s this for?”

You say, “just because I love you and I’m happy to have you here with me, which I know I probably don’t say enough since words of affirmation is more your thing than mine but I stand by this. I look forward to many more days with you, good and challenging.”

Bode feels his body go warm at your words and pulls back to meet your eyes. “I can’t wait and I love you too, softie.”

You roll your eyes as he chuckles at you while you scratch at his facial hair.

“…You’ll think about the wizard frog?”

Bode sighs with a small smile on his lips, “If it makes you happy, love.”

“Cop out answer!” You flick his broad shoulder with your good hand.

“How?” Bode lifts his shoulders in confusion.

You crinkle your nose in annoyance, “You can’t ever say what I want to hear and make me think I’m always the winner, fight back.”

“Okay…I’ll remember that when I don’t want to watch the traitors uk with you.” Bode holds your stare while you gasp with a hand to your chest and then nod your head, mentally saying that was fair game.

Bode can already tell what you’re thinking, which makes him grin at you before leaning forward to cautiously peck your lips. You humph before slowly pushing yourself to get to your feet and steady yourself.

Bode’s hands are immediately on your hips as you balance yourself and you give him a nod in reassurance before leaning forward. You connect your lips again, his beard tickling your face as you breathe him in. He smells sweet like amber, fresh but calming like cypress, and warm sandalwood and you feel like you could just sink into him endlessly but manage to pull away.

“You sure you don’t want to cancel? We could do more of that and I wouldn’t mind.” Bode squeezes your hips with a lick of his own lips.

You pull from his grip, “that’s what Sunday is for, a day with no plans! Now let’s go, chop chop! We have a dinner to finish.”

And you’re out of the bathroom before Bode can even blink. He’s shaking his head at you and calls out, “fine. Don’t touch any more knives though!”

Once putting everything back where it belongs, he stares at his reflection in the mirror. He’s not entirely thrilled to have Jake here, since they were attempting to get back to where they once were but Bode wasn’t holding his breath since he felt like Jake was trying to live what could have been his when it came to Genevieve. It took time for him to accept what happened when they were teenagers meaning with Riley but since he’s been locked up? It felt like it was one thing after the next even in his freedom. Then there was Gabriela…which you had your own issue with although you tried to downplay it and there was a smidge of a history that Bode had with her that probably didn’t help…

He just hopes this dinner isn’t a true disaster for both of your sakes but at least he could have the task of throwing someone out…if it came to that of course.

That wasn’t what brought a smile to his face, it was the thought of hosting something that he could call his own with the person he wanted to spend countless days with.

You.

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Could I please request a sub!Larissa weems X dom!reader where they've been dating for a few months but haven't had sex yet because Larissa is always busy/they get interrupted and r thinks it's because Larissa doesn't think r is lying and that it's because she doesn't think r is attractive enough. This compounds r's thoughts that Larissa is fair too beautiful and kind to be with someone so average. One day it gets too much for r and they go to Larissa's office to try to break up with her but can't find her. This leads them to Larissa's private chambers where they accidentally walk in on Larissa masturbating while moaning r's name. This puts all of r's worries to bed so they ask Larissa if she wants some help. They end up having sex and afterwards Larissa tries to get back to her work but ends up nearly falling trying to walk to her desk causing r to laugh and make a snarky comment which makes Larissa throw a pillow at them?

Misunderstandings

Larissa weems x reader

A/n: MORE LARISSA I’m a simple person, I see Larissa, and I cry of joy.

Warnings: this is absolute filth, really idk what else to say. Begging, overstim, dom reader, sub Larissa, teasing, dirty talk, crying (but it’s pretty)

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Being with The Larissa Weems was every bit as wonderful as you’d expected it to be. She was a busy woman but the time you spent together was always worth the wait. She was beyond sweet and caring, and she’d take the opportunity to spoil you any chance she’d get, even when you’d argue against it.

There was one problem though. It’s been months and your sex life was- non existent. You have no problem waiting for her to be ready, but that’s never been a topic of conversation, it’s not that she wasn’t ready and wanted the “perfect time” or was inexperienced.

Truly you felt like you weren’t good enough for her, her power and elegance, she was beautiful, a goddess. And you thought of yourself as very- average. Yet she showered you with so much affection regularly so maybe she didn’t believe the same. Sometimes it felt like she did though, more specifically when she wouldn’t dare to touch you or let you touch her.

She seemed to have an excuse for every time you’d try to initiate something. Office work, students, a teacher asking for assistance. And those seemingly came out of nowhere and only when things started to get heated. Did she not want to be with you? Any time you’d try to talk about it she’d shut you down and you were getting quite tired of it.

You walked into her office with the intentions of ending things with her, but she was nowhere to be found. Could she be in her room? But Larissa being away from her office during school hours is extremely rare. Regardless you made your way to her chambers, set on at least confronting her.

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You tried knocking first, it’d be better than just storming in demanding answers from an unsuspecting Larissa. When she didn’t answer you decided to use your keys. You didn’t find her in the main areas so you walked in the direction of her bedroom only to be met with the sound of moans.

Was she cheating on you? No, Larissa would never. All suspicions cleared away when you heard her again, this time it was your name falling from her lips. She was lucky her chambers were the most secluded, otherwise anyone near her door would hear.

The sight you were met with once you decided to open the door was one you’ll surely never forget, all the anger and confusion you previously had washed away. Larissa was spread on her bed skirt bunched up to her hips and dress shirt opened to reveal her breast, both hands between her thighs one thrusting into her cunt while the other was moving frantically against her clit.

Her chest was heaving, pretty pussy red and absolutely soaked so she must’ve been at this for a while. Shame wasn’t a concept she understood at the moment as her hazy eyes practically begged you to finish her off. Her movements had only grown faster, more erratic since you caught her, thighs shaking and threatening to close around her hands.

You were positively stunned. As you watched her face contort in pleasure, any attempts at keeping eye contact with you thrown out the window when she felt your hand smooth down her inner thigh and meet with her own. She couldn’t take it anymore, she’s wanted you for so long and here you were actually touching her.

“You look so pretty for me darling, legs spread presenting your aching pussy, for my viewing only. You look seconds away from cumming just because I touched you.” You kneeled down to the end of the bed and were met with a whine when you pulled Larissa’s hand away from her twitching cunt, you shushed her, replacing her hand with your own making Larissa’s hips buck as she attempted to ride your fingers, a loud moan escaping her.

“That’s it baby just ride my fingers, keep playing with your clit darling, make yourself cum again.” You took Larissa’s now free hand and took her fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them, cleaning every last inch of her arousal and moaning at the taste. Her eyes snapped to meet you. Such a vulgar display and she wanted nothing more than to feel your tongue down her slit.

The sight of Larissa squirming from your touch had you soaked. Her constant moans and whines were driving you insane, specially how your name left her lips with pleading whimpers when you curled your fingers just right. A loud moan escaping her as she shook in your hold, thighs tensing and closing around your hand with the force of her orgasm.

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You could feel her arousal running down your hand. It was messy and absolutely heavenly. Her feet planted on the bed as she struggled with your pace, she couldn’t decide if she wanted to shift away from you or push herself harder against you. You changed from three fingers to four and she lost it.

A breathless, “Oh god- please!” was the start of many pleas as you crawled over her. You hands keeping a steady pace against her twitching hips when you met face to face with her. What a fucking sight, the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head, parted mouth accompanied by her head thrown back in pleasure could’ve made you come untouched.

Your free hand was wandering, calm and composed as if you didn’t have Larissa withering beneath you, from her lips down her neck and chest. “I've been neglecting your pretty tits havent I?” she moaned at your words and nodded, you had no shame when you spoke and she loved every second of it.

Her back arched when your mouth wrapped around her sensitive nipple, you were pinching and rolling the other between your fingers as you somehow pounded faster into her. Her eyes were blissfully squeezed shut and she made no attempt to cover her moans. “m gonna cum- please make me cum.”

With a hum you grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at you. “No more looking away, alright? Eyes on me or I’ll stop.” It was adorable, the way her eyes widened and she shook her head whimpering. “please don’t, don’t stop don’t stop-!” She cut herself off with a choked sob when she bucked her hips to meet your thrusts and rubbed her clit with even more vigor.

You cupped her face, cooing at her, making her slow her movements. “Slow down darling, just be good and you’ll have nothing to worry about, don’t want you torturing that pretty clit, I’ll make you cum doll, just look at me.” Her cries made your core burn with need but this was about her. You’d take care of that later.

You brought your hand to wipe away a tear that escaped her watery eyes. “My good girl, you look so pretty crying for me, you wanna let go doll?” She could only nod, nuzzling into you hand. “Let go pretty, come for me. Make a mess.” And that she did. She struggled to keep her eyes on you but like the good girl she is, she followed orders.

She stuttered and cried through her orgasm, her hand flinching away from her clit to stop the torture and found your arm to stabilize herself as you fucked her through it. She didn’t last an extra minute before both hands were struggling to push you away as she sobbed from overstimulation, reluctantly you gave into her pleading, pulling away slowly.

You settled on top of her, careful not to put your weight on her but her arms wrapped around you pulling you onto her. “You doing alright, pretty girl?”, You could feel the shivers and aftershocks running through her as she panted into your neck. “Just- give me a second.”

After a few minutes catching her breath she forced herself for leave your warmth. She had work to get to after all.

“You’re telling me you left your precious work, during school hours to quite literally go fuck yourself?” You said, amused as she sat up and gathered herself. Larissa glared at you and stood to fix herself, only to find her legs didn’t quite work and she had to catch herself with the side of the bed.

You tried covering your laugh and failed horribly, receiving another glare from Larissa. “You can’t blame me, really. Did I fuck you that good? Did I make your knees weak, pretty girl?” You were smug as you crawled your way to her only to be met with a pillow to the face. “Gah! I’m reporting you to the principal! Oh wait I can’t she’s busy recuperating from the best fuck of her life.”

“Don’t let this get to your head darling, you’ll regret it.” Could she get any hotter? Now she was threatening you? “Hm, you’re gonna mess me up real good right? When you can walk again of course. Id love to have you between my thighs, ready and focused on pleasing me.” The threats could make cover her submissiveness but they couldn’t cover up her flustered face.

“Another day, you have work to get to, needy girl.” You pushed her to sit on the bed, moving to her drawers you got her a fresh pair of panties and slipped them on for her. You fixed her dress, smoothing down every wrinkle before coming up and giving her a soft kiss. “You okay beautiful? I’d tell you to take the rest of the day off but you’ll never listen to me, on that at least.”

Larissa was completely mesmerized by you. No one had ever gone so far to make sure she was okay and comfortable. You could practically see the cogs turning in her head. “Riss?” She seemed to snap out of it then giving you a quick nod.

You wished she would take the rest of the day, you could spend more time on aftercare, maybe fulfill that little fantasy of having her between you legs too. But you’d make due with what you had. You took time to fix her hair and she relished in your gentle care.

When you were done you took an extra second to look at her. “You look beautiful.” Larissa blushed and stood, legs working far better this time around. She leaned down to give you a kiss which you gladly reciprocated. “And you came straight from a dream, my darling.”

When you were done you took an extra second to look at her. “You look beautiful.” Larissa blushed and stood, legs working far better this time around. She leaned down to give you a kiss which you gladly reciprocated. “And you came straight from a dream, my darling.”

[joonggphilia]

☼Boy like You☼ (L. Minho)

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☼pairing: Lee Minho x Male reader ☼genre: fluff, borderline…almost…but not quite smut. ☼prompt: “Are you- what the fuck is that?” ☼CW: Lovey Lee Know, some spicy make out in a public restroom, nothing horrible. ☼a/n: Sorry it’s so short 😭😭😭😭

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Lee Know owed promised you lunch and a good time because of the incident where he accidentally broke your favorite lip gloss and mirror, but you didn’t expect him to take the good time part as far as he did. You knew that he was an eager and impatient guy, but you didn’t know he’d snap at you. Lunch was going fine until you dropped your handbag, all the regular machinery a queer man would carry in your purse, spilling out onto the floor. You forgot about the lube and condoms in your purse from the night before, in case you ran into anyone at the club. Lee know got up abruptly, walking over to help you clean your spill items. “Are you- what the fuck is that?” He chuckled, recognizing the items immediately with a surprise smile on his face. “Minho, it’s not what you think.” You mustered out, getting red and hurriedly grabbing everything and shoving it into the purse. He only raised an eyebrow at your answer, doubt clear in his eyes. “Oh, don’t lie to me. I know what you want.” Lee know laughed, grabbing you by your wrist and heading to the bathroom. You gasped as your friend pushed you up against the stall door, air leaving your lungs. “Sorry M/n/n, but have I ever told you how pretty you are. How much I’ve wanted a boy like you?” Lee know smiled, leaning in to tuck his face in your neck. “M-Minho, I want you too.” You managed out, gettting flustered as his lips touched your neck. “But honestly M/n, you’re so amazing, sweet, kind, and my god your body.” He rasped, kissing lower down your neck and across your exposed collar. His light kisses drove you crazy, fleeting touches drawing sharp breaths from your chest. Lee know smiles up at you, “can I keep going?” He was still smiling, quite amused by your reactions and responses to his actions. You lightly nodded, not wanting to mess up the moment by saying the wrong thing. “Just use your words~” he cooed into your ear, his breath warm and comforting. After a moment you responded quietly “Please do.” not skipping a beat. His lips slammed into yours, heat spreading between the two of you. Lee know kissed like a starved man, like he’d never been shown affection ever. He was desperate, using teeth, tongue, and sweet words with every breath. The feeling of his tongue on yours was insane, almost unreal, feeling as if the butterflies from your stomach were coming out. He slowly parted his lips from yours smirking. “Shall we continue?” His hands slid up your button down. This was a bad idea…..yet it felt….so right.

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[jannaphia]

Ruby/Kaisa Writing Masterpost

Right, okay, wasn't sure if I should post these, but its pride month and I think I deserve a treat after sipping denial juice for like 15 years.

I actually wanted to flesh out some things that happened in their past, but I had so much fun I ended up with like 12 little snippets that I'm just going to throw on here over the next month.

A little background: these two are side characters from my group's DnD campaign, that I have latched onto like a barnacle to a boat (Kaisa was actually my first PC ever, I brought her back as a gimmick & our dm played along, so that didn’t exactly help with getting less attached).

*DISCLAIMER* - the campaign we play is 100% organic homebrew and we treat the world of DnD like a toddler treats a sandbox - with enough respect not to eat the sand but otherwise it's a free-for-all.

Snippets under the cut!

☼・12/12・☼

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☼・1・☼

“They fucked both of us over, didn’t they?” Kaisa tightened the grip on her sword, while the rough wall dug into her back even through the scale mail.

The woman beside her nodded earnestly.

“You could say that.”

Kaisa shot her another glance. Heart-shaped face, grey-purple skin, red eyes, pointed ears. Drow, half-blood, most likely, with those ridiculous white strands of hair that framed her face. She was panting slightly from the exertion of running for cover. And probably the fight before. And the knife wound in her shoulder. Goddamn wizards. She should have aimed better. At least then they wouldn’t be squeezed together in this tiny alcove, hiding from the villagers. Or what was left of them, anyway.

“Sorry I almost burned your face off”, the wizard said sheepishly.

Kaisa grunted, in part to hide her surprise. An apology was the last thing she’d expected.

“My fault I even gave you the chance.”

“I’ve never had anyone dodge my spells like that. You’re used to fighting casters, aren’t you?”

“I kill them, usually.”

“Oh.” To her credit, she didn’t cringe away. “Like…all of them?”

“Are you dead, little mage?”

She frowned. “Not for a lack of trying on your part.”

“But are you dead?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Then there’s your answer.”

“Is it a work-for-hire thing, then? Or is it...recreational?”

“Listen-“

“Ruby.”

“-Ruby, I don’t know why or how you got here, but you’re not what I came here for. So just stay out of my way and we won’t have any…further problems.”

“Fine. Are you sure you don’t need my help with that collapsed entrance, though?”

Damn. She’d forgotten all about that already. A triumphant little smile had appeared on the wizard’s insultingly pretty face and Kaisa felt like cursing again.

“I mean, I’m sure you’re strong enough to lift these boulders on your own, but fighting off a horde of undead at the same time might prove just a little difficult,” Ruby said with a small shrug. She winced and touched a hand to her shoulder. “Ouch.”

“And you think you’ll be of much help like that?”

“Probably not. I forgive you for throwing that dagger at me, by the way,” she said nonchalantly. “But since it looks like neither of us can leave on their own, we can either agree on a truce or we might as well stay here.”

There were few things that seemed less appealing than being stuck in a decrepit funeral temple with a wizard who liked to talk and smelled of peonies.

“Not a chance.” Kaisa fished a healing potion from a satchel at her belt and pressed it into Ruby’s hand. “Drink. Truce it is. Try anything, and I will stab you again.”

Ruby sniffed at the potion, downed it in one swig, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. There was a glint in her eyes, a purple glow lighting up the red of her irises. Shit, Kaisa thought. She looked like an innocent doll all groomed and polished as if she was made to be dressed up in lace and ribbons and put on a shelf behind glass. It made it so easy to forget she’d almost blown Kaisa to smithereens. Made it even easier to forget that that was probably her intention.

“Don’t tempt me,” Ruby said and squeezed past her. “I might just get a taste for it.”

☼・2・☼

“Wait!”

Kaisa stopped and half-turned.

“What?”

A part of her wished Ruby hadn’t saved her life at the centre of the temple. There were few things worse than being indebted to a wizard. She’d want something in return; of course she would. A quick end would have been preferable. Maybe then she’d finally find some peace.

“Come work for me. I could use some help on the ship.”

There it is.

“I don’t work for mages”, Kaisa said crisply. “I’ll do what I owe, but no more. Better get this over with anyway. What do you want?”

Ruby furrowed her brow, confused.

“What?”

“The life-debt. What do you want for it?”

“Life-debt? If I saved yours, you saved mine like a dozen times.” “I just pushed you out of the way.”

“Exactly. And anyway, I didn’t help you to get something out of it,” she said, indignant.

“Sounds like you do want something, though.”

“Right. Maybe I do. But not because of some debt you may or may not owe.”

Kaisa narrowed her eyes at Ruby. Was this some kind of game she was playing? No. As far as wizards went, Kaisa had to admit that Ruby seemed to be one of the more upstanding ones. But she was still a wizard. Which made admitting that she’d started earning her respect just a little inconvenient.

“I know you’re looking for that sword. I can help you get off world,” Ruby added.

Kaisa knew it was a hook, saw it coming right at her, and felt it dig right into her heart. It didn’t change anything. That was a damn good argument. Even a risk worth taking.

“And what’s in it for you?”

“Someone to watch my back.”

“And your first pick is someone whose job it is to murder people like you for a living?”

“I’m sure that’s not the only type of people you know how to murder”, Ruby said with a wry smile, and Kaisa snorted. “Not that I want you to murder anyone. But I do want to see more of what’s out there, different worlds, different planes. I think I didn’t realise how dangerous it was to go alone, and I don’t want to return home just yet. We made a pretty good team back then. I want someone by my side who won’t flinch when things get rocky.”

“Hm.”

Kaisa put a hand under Ruby’s chin and tipped up her face. She held her gaze without blinking. And what she saw was someone who had nothing to hide. Someone who carried her intentions like an open book before her.

“You have guts, little mage. I like that”, she said softly.

There was colour to Ruby’s cheeks when Kaisa let go of her. She tugged at her hair.

“I’ll pay you, of course,” she said.

“Finding the sword is payment enough.”

“No, I want you to know that I keep my word.” She cast her eyes down. “I know you don’t trust me, and you don’t have to. Not yet, anyway. But maybe we can start with…begrudging acceptance?”

Kaisa shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips.

“That… I might just manage.”

☼・3・☼

“Oh, fucking shit.” Kaisa skidded along the railing, the ship tilting precariously, the planks groaning. The mast was about to break, listing heavily to one side, the sails a tangled mess of rope and canvas. She jumped back on deck, vaulted over a crate that had gotten loose, hooked her feet into the guardrail, reached over; and managed to grab Ruby’s hand just as the netting snapped, that had kept her unconscious body from tumbling into the wide abyss of open space. With a shudder, the ship righted herself, and Kaisa hauled Ruby back to safety. Blood was dripping from a wound on her temple, ran over her cheek and dropped on Kaisa’s arm. Goddamn, reckless wizard.

She shook her a little.

“Ruby. Wake up.” Her eyelids fluttered. “Come on, little mage.”

“I told you not to call me that”, she mumbled, and sucked in a hissing breath. “Ow, that hurts.”

“And I told you to stay inside. But no. Someone had to go see these damn beasts for herself, didn’t she.”

“Nebula Eels,” Ruby said with a faint smile. “Very pretty.”

“Very deadly.”

“You needed help.”

“I can handle myself. But if you die, I’ll be stuck stranded in the aether, and that’s one shitty way to go. So please be a dear, and don’t do that.”

Ruby cracked her eyes open. “Aw, you’re worried about me.”

“I worry about both of us not getting killed.”

“Mhm.”

The mast made a cracking sound, which reminded Kaisa that they had a few other problems to address, rather than standing on deck bickering, Ruby in her arms like a bride on her wedding day.

“Can I put you down?”

Ruby sighed.

“Please don’t. I mean do. Yes. Sorry. My head.”

“Sure.”

Gently, she set Ruby on her feet and watched her sway towards the battered mast. Her, worrying about a wizard? Ridiculous. She should have carried her into the cabin, though. That wound looked nasty, not something to be walking around with. Ruby stumbled. And Kaisa only just managed to catch her fall.

☼・4・☼

[very mild spicy 🌶️ ] [🎵]

Clink. Clink. ——Clink.

Ruby crumbled the piece of paper in her hand. The noise wouldn’t stop.

“Can you please not do that while I’m doing my calculations?”

Kaisa didn’t even slow down as she answered, her sword slicing the air in perfect, glittering arcs. “We agreed I do my exercises in the morning. Go inside if it bothers you.”

“I can’t calculate anything if I can’t see the stars. Besides, it is not morning!”

“Maybe you should get glasses and look at the damn clock.” She whirled around, the blade lightly gracing the deck as she pivoted and finally came to a halt.

“Maybe you should stop scratching up my ship,” Ruby said, frustrated, and pointed at the chronometer above the cabin door. “And look at the time.”

“It’s nine.”

“Nine in the evening.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know what it is when it’s always dark out here”, Kaisa said, gesturing at the whirling nebulas above and around the ship.

“I don’t know; you could see me going on deck, lay out my charts and think to yourself ‘hmm Ruby is trying to work so we don’t crash into some moon or asteroids or a sky whale; that must mean it is evening so maybe I should stop being an inconsiderate meathead and put my toy swords away for just an hour or two’.”

“Toy swords?”

Ruby swallowed. Definitely the wrong thing to say to someone holding about 34 inches of blank steel and towering above her by at least a head. But she wasn’t about to back down either. The air had grown thick with tension between them, their fragile truce evolved into something different altogether. It’d been a long stretch between Seucury and their next destination, Ilror, with nothing but each other for company, and both had gotten increasingly irritable and restless. Didn’t help that for some reason, she really, really liked it when Kaisa looked at her like she was about to put a dagger to her throat again. There was a sort of thrill to it, like casting the Walk On Water spell and watching the sharks below your feet. She wouldn’t get hurt, but just the thought of danger made her mouth run dry. At home waited only responsibility, decorum and routine. And Kaisa was none of that. 

Ruby breathed in deep as she came closer, the table digging into her back. Her eyes travelled over Kaisa’s arms, the tattoos on them that looked like someone had carved them with a blunt knife. Ruby had to crane her neck to look up at her, the lamplight reflecting in her dark red eyes, making them glow like burning embers. She’d only needed to…

Kaisa reached around her to grab the astrolabe lying on the table.

“If anyone’s playing with toys, it’s you. What even is this thing?”

“A star chart”, Ruby said, although she could barely speak. “Put it back.”

“Huh”, Kaisa said, activating the small illusion inside and squinting at it. “Look at that. We’re off by a few degrees.”

“How would you know?”

“Yes, how would I with all that meat in my head?”

Ruby made a sound between a huff and a growl and reached for the astrolabe. “Let me see.”

Kaisa pulled it out of her reach. “Come and get it.”

She was an archmage of Dakar, a respectable member of the Dakarian university, a noble from a house with a long reputation, and games like these were beneath her. Under any other circumstance.

“You fiend”, Ruby snarled and lunged at Kaisa, who laughed and twisted away, taking Ruby with her. They swayed over the deck, half wrestling, half losing balance, tumbled over a coil of rope, fell, and Ruby found herself pinned beneath Kaisa, the astrolabe rolling from her hand. She could hear her own breath in her ears, felt something unravel in her chest like a spring, a want she’d tried to talk herself into not feeling. What would my mother say? What would my colleagues say? What would the nobles say? What would Kaisa say?

“Ruby, Ruby, Ruby.”

Ruby pulled her face down and kissed her. Hungry, starving. Felt her hands run over her arms, her back, every touch a small lightning strike, every kiss the answer to a question she’d never known she’d had. The only thing left of her was breath and fire, she weaved her hands into Kaisa’s braid as her lips travelled down her neck, one hand beneath her shirt; and the sound she made when Ruby ran her fingers along the membrane of her long ears might have sent Ruby to Elysium right then and there. She’d no idea how long they’d been lying there entangled, might have been a minute, might have been an hour, might have been an eternity. Not long enough by Dakarian standards. Too long, by Ruby’s.

“Cabin,” Ruby gasped. “Now.”

“Why? Is anyone else on this ship?” Kaisa whispered against her ear.

Oh, this was depravity. Absolutely unthinkable. The most wonderful, brilliant thing. Ruby lifted her eyes to watch the stars wheel above them, the endless dark expanse, the blue and purple nebulas, fractals, pattern, beauty she thought she’d gotten used to. But there would be no getting used to this.

☼・5・☼

[ 🎵]

“This one is my favourite”, Ruby said, trailing a finger over Kaisa’s back. She could feel the residue of old magic beneath her fingertips. These weren’t simple tattoos. But what purpose they might have had, she couldn’t tell.

“Hm. What does it look like?”

“You don’t know?”

“Don’t think I ever cared to find out what they did to my back.”

“They?” A few times Ruby had tried to uncover the reason behind Kaisa’s aversion, or rather borderline obsessive hatred, towards wizards. She’d only ever gotten pieces of an answer, had never guessed that the tattoos were a part of it.

Kaisa didn’t reply.

“It looks like a sun,” she said softly. “I think it’s beautiful.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew…”, Kaisa trailed off and turned around. “Have you ever had your will taken from you?”

Ruby shook her head, taken just a little off guard. “Only in training. As an exercise.”

“Well, there was no training in Arathflor. Not for that sort of thing, anyway.”

“Your home?”

“No. That’s where the fighting pits were. Lawless place. They throw you into a cell with a bunch of other poor bastards, tell you they’re on your team, watch you befriend them and then force you to kill them in front of an audience, all the while you fight for control over your own fucking body.”

“Why would anyone do that?”, Ruby asked, unable to keep the horror from her voice.

“Money, power and sadism, mostly.”

She sounded like she was talking about the weather, but Ruby did not for one second believe she actually felt this calm.

“How did you get out?”

“A friend…he damaged the spell’s anchor. Wasn’t more than a little coin. Almost killed me. Kind of wish he had. It was the last fight of the season. Never found out if it was an accident, or if he knew. Never got to ask him.” She stared at her hands, as if there was still blood on them.

“I’m so sorry,” Ruby said and swept a strand of hair from Kaisa’s face. There was no word in any language she knew to take that kind of hurt away. “I’ll never let anyone do that to you ever again. I swear.”

Kaisa pressed a kiss to her palm. “Neither will I,” she whispered, gathering Ruby into her arms. There was something else in her voice when she spoke again; old hurt, hope, an edge like a shattered blade. “Gods help me, I don’t know how, but I trust you. Please don’t break it.”

Ruby fiercely shook her head.

“Never, never, never.”

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Ruby woke to the last rays of the evening sun shining through the blinds of her room. Returning to Dakaris was always an exercise in re-adapting. This time even more so. She kept her eyes closed and waited for Kaisa to kiss her brow and say ‘good morning, gem’, but when she reached out her arms, the bed beside her was empty. Right. Kaisa was at the barracks. Easier this way, they’d decided. No inconvenient questions. No worries about anyone questioning her status or mental capacities. They might have looked past her being a woman, but not that she was an uncultured barbarian to Dakarian society. No match for an archmage. No match for a family already in a precarious situation. They couldn’t see what Ruby saw. Kaisa was no scholar, but her knowledge of the arcane and those who wielded it was extensive and unconventional. Ruby had no doubt she could hold her own against some of the professors at the university. Especially when it came to putting them through a wall, just to prove a point. Which was the second, and biggest the biggerissue. Kaisa might trust her, but that trust certainly did not extend to the wizards at the university, and Ruby refused to put her into a situation that might hurt her in one way or another. So they’d agreed to separate for the time being. Which meant, no ship ration breakfast in bed, no one to hold her when she couldn’t sleep and no one to tell her to ‘fuck the old crones at the university with their shitty little magic books and trinkets’. So by the time she’d swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her night was already ruined.

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Kaisa walked back to the barracks with the first morning light at her back, tracing the new leather tie around her arm with a smile. When Ruby first suggested she’d stay with the soldiers, she’d been sceptical, to put it mildly. It had been one of their nastier arguments. But the Dakarian military had turned out to be quite the opposite of the stiff city guard stationed on the upper levels of Dakar. With little threat from other nations, the main function of the army was to keep the city safe from the creatures that roamed the desert. Giant chitinous, alligator-like beasts that hid under the sand, centipedes as long as a man’s leg that collapsed tunnels the drows had dug into the rocks below, or hordes of desert corpses that hunted travellers on the few accessible trading routes between the cities. That meant that the soldiers stayed mostly topside, on the fringes of Dakarian society, and Kaisa had found herself amidst a bunch of hardened, disarmingly forward and hearty fighters, who had first roped her into a drinking contest, then an arm wrestling contest and then a boxing match. The sense of honest camaraderie had soothed her initial anger. Even Ruby’s father, the acting general of the Dakarian forces, had welcomed her with open arms. Basilides seemed to be a generally fair and respectable sort of person, who was on good terms with almost everyone in camp. Last night, he’d granted leave to Osha, Tux and Kiril so they could take her out hunting. The hide of her prey’s soft underbelly now decorated Kaisa’s arm. It had been a good hunt. A good night. No, all things considered, things could be much worse.

☼・8・☼

“This is getting ridiculous.” Ruby wanted to groan, or scream, or possibly do both at the same time. Schooling her expression into a detached, pleasant mask was getting gradually harder as the night wore on.

“Master Dalael has appealed the notion twice, he requests a formal inquiry and a re-examination of how the funds will be diverted,” her secretary said, pushing up his glasses.

That smarmy bast-

“He argues that your absence warrants a revision of the schooling program for children from the Dens. ‘Things are constantly changing and need perpetual revision’, is what he said, if I recall.”

What would Kaisa do?, Ruby mused and twirled her pen between her fingers. Hold him over a crevasse by his ankles and shake him until he agreed to see reason, probably. The thought had some appeal.

“Tell Master Dalael I’ll be at the meet and that I will be available for a re-evaluation.”

“Of course. Then there’s the Society of Extra-Planar Arcane Arts. They have requested your presence for a demonstration of a communication device.”

A device that doesn’t work and likely will never work.

“I’ll be there after the meet.”

“Very well. Lastly, Professor Lylok wishes to inquire about the state of the final exams. He is growing…impatient.”

“I’m working on them. He may discuss them with me before first light tonight. Is that all?”

“For tonight, yes. I will arrange everything and update your calendar.”

“Thank you.”

Thalel nodded. When the door had clicked shut behind him, Ruby buried her head in her hands. Dalael, the SEPAA and then Lylok. The nobles fighting as always, the people in the Dens suffering. Nothing had changed. The city was still a pit of vipers, impervious to change, the festering darkness hidden by a shiny veneer of gems and starlight. She’d only been home for two weeks, and all things considered, things couldn’t be much worse.

☼・9・☼

“Oi! Reed! How did it go yesterday?”

Reed stomped past, sending an unmistakable gesture towards Kiril, who slapped his thigh, laughing.

“She’s been trying to get into Mel’s bed for like a decade now”, Osha explained and handed Kaisa a cup of ale. “It’s not going well. He’s the righteous sort, you know.”

“Poor thing”, Kaisa said.

“You got anyone at home?”

“Home?”

“You know, that world of gorgeous, tall and muscular warriors you so obviously come from.”

“Oh. Yeah. I got someone.” The fact that someone was actually on Dakar didn’t exactly change her situation. She might as well have been off-world.

“Must be hard being so far away.”

“We’re taking a break,” Kaisa said, staring into her cup. She missed Ruby with a force she didn’t even want to admit to herself. She’d rather thought the feelings would go away once they stopped being constantly in each other’s face, stuck on a tiny ship. But to her dismay it seemed quite the opposite was true. Either way, if she’d learned anything on her travels, it was to not get overly attached. To take it one day at a time. Or on Dakar, rather, one night at a time. They’d leave again eventually.

“Osha, shut up already.” Tux nudged her with an elbow and Osha shrugged apologetically.

“It’s fine”, Kaisa sighed and downed her cup. “She says her parents won’t approve. Don’t want to get her into trouble.”

Osha grimaced.

“Ouch. Yeah. Been there.” She put an arm around Kaisa’s shoulder, clinking her cup to hers. “Well, if you ever want a fresh start and that archmage won’t bring you back, we’ll gladly keep you.”

☼・10・☼

Ruby sank into the plush chair, the cushions almost swallowing her. She kind of wished they did.

“Denied”, she said tonelessly. “I’ve got a week to appeal the appeal of the appeal, no support, no time and no leverage. Who even came up with a system like that?”

“And what are you going to do about it?”

“What am I going to do about what? I can conjure a whole damn fire elemental from nothing, but I cannot conjure up a bloody conscience for Dalael and his ilk.”

“Rubinia!” Damariel pursed her lips. “That is unbecoming of someone your station. You have clearly been away for too long. And the company you’ve kept!”

“Mother, please.” Ruby plucked at the fringes of an exceptionally frilly cushion. “I did not mind the company. And since we’re on the topic, she deserves better accommodations.“

Damariel clicked her tongue. 

“Be that as it may, I believe that you have more pressing matters to attend to. Have you entered some sort of contract with the mercenary?”

“No, nothing like that.” She wanted to tell her mother not to speak about Kaisa as if she were just some muscle for hire. That she would give her right hand to make sure she was safe. And if she pretended hard enough, keeping her mouth shut about the true nature of their relationship was the only way to shield her from Dakarian politics. So Ruby did just that.

“Then I cannot fathom what you’re fretting about. Your father says Lady Brightwind has taken well to life at the barracks. I’m sure that will put your mind at ease?”

Ruby rubbed her eyes. She’d never been more tired in her life.

“I’m glad.”

Damariel set her cup down and put a hand on her daughter’s knee. “Dear, you look tried. Stay for the day. And surely tonight you will see things more clearly. There are more important things to focus on than appeasing mercenaries and your little social projects. Although I would not mind seeing you go toe to toe with Master Dalael. It would strengthen your position.”

Ruby was too exhausted to protest, so she simply nodded.

☼・11・☼

Kaisa’s room was at the back of the barracks; a word from his daughter had seen the general grant her a small private space apart from the other soldiers. A luxury, but isolating. She climbed up a flight of stairs that was fixed to the outside of the building. Light would come soon, and the air was already getting hotter. She’d half a mind to grab her swords and head to the little oasis instead when she noticed the door standing open. An orange glow came from inside, whoever it was, they did not try to hide. It mattered little. Kaisa grabbed her dagger, crept towards the door, a spell ready on her lips, and hesitated.

Peonies.

She allowed herself a little smile, willed the space between her and the room to let her pass through, stepped forward and out of the air behind a familiar figure standing by the window. Carefully, soft as a kiss, she put the blade to her throat.

“Gotcha”, she whispered.

But to her disappointment, Ruby barely reacted. She simply pushed the dagger away with a finger and turned, her presence hitting Kaisa like a wave. Like water in the desert. Like something that had only grown sweeter in its absence. This could have been the best morning in a month if Ruby hadn’t looked a right mess. As if she hadn’t slept in weeks. Judging from the red rims of her eyes, she’d been crying too. And Ruby never cried. 

“What happened?”, Kaisa asked, her voice dark, ready to break someone’s neck.

Ruby just shrugged a little.

“You look like you’ve been having fun”, she said instead of an answer, and it sounded almost like an accusation.

Kaisa forced the dagger back into its sheath with a loud click.

“I’m making the best of things. As you suggested,” she bit back.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to be-“

“-Not miserable? What the fuck do you want me to be? Wasn’t my choice to get dropped off here with barely a word of goodbye. So don’t tell me how I’m supposed to feel about it.”

By the time she’d finished the sentence, Ruby was crying again. Ah fuck, was it hard to see her like that. But she’d a point to make, too.

“I’m sorry,” Ruby sniffed after a long pause. “I should have never left you like that. I was so worried about everyone's opinions, I thought if I played my cards right, I could actually do some good this time, but it’s all just the same and nothing I do really matters, I could do everything perfectly right and they still won’t listen and-“

“Woha, slow down”, Kaisa said, calm as she could manage. She should be fuming mad right now. Barely a word for a month, no visits, no messages, just a handful of cold letters, only for her to come back crying when things grew over her head. But unfortunately, this was Ruby. And she simply could not stand to see her hurt. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

“I don’t think I can do this.” Ruby wiped at her eyes, but the tears just kept coming. “I’m not cut out to be an archmage. The others barely respect me enough not to insult me to my face. My mother has all the empathy of a bowl of sand, and father is never home long enough to talk to. I’m alone, and I’m miserable, I’ve made the worst mistake I could have possibly made, I pushed away the only one who actually cared, just to gain the approval of cut-throats and liars, and I’m so so sorry, I should never have-“

“Ruby-“

“I miss you! I miss you so much. And I don’t-“

Kaisa pulled her into her arms before Ruby could choke on her own tongue, rested her chin on top of her head. Just let her sob for a moment. She fit perfectly against her, like a puzzle piece, and in that moment she knew she never wanted to hold anyone else ever again. What was a month to an elf anyway? Nothing more than the blink of an eye.

“I’ve missed you, too,” she said, gently rocking them both back and forth. “You have no idea.”

Ruby held on as if she were drowning.

“Will you come home with me?”

Trading the barracks for the inner city? The university? The laughter and levity for hostile stares? Not very appealing. But she’d have Ruby back. That was all that mattered. And Kaisa had never cared about pissing off a few wizards anyway.

“Of course, gem. I’ll pack my things.”

☼・12・☼

Ruby smiled and took a deep breath, the air filled with the smell of the sea, the wind gently tugging at her hair, the sun in her face. The Scarlet Harlot glided through the waves like a fish, as easily as she’d navigated the aether above. Her heart was light and the road ahead wide open. What wonder to exist with nothing but blue all around and the sails snapping happily in the wind. She adjusted her sun-lenses, watched Kaisa stroll on deck, leant against the guardrail and beckoned her closer.

“Hello, my darling sunshine”, she said and wrapped her arms around her waist, but for some reason Kaisa only smiled against her lips when she went for a kiss.

“What is it?”

“You lost”, she said, took Ruby’s chin and pointed her face towards Coy, who sat on a crate, hidden in the shadow of the mast, an open-mouthed expression of disbelief on her face.

“Oh. Oh no.”

“I think you owe me ten gold, my love.”

“You dogs. You absolute dogs!” Coy jumped up, the string of her violin snapping. “I knew it! I fucking knew it.”

“And I knew you’d slip up first”, Kaisa said, and planted a kiss on her cheek before heading for the ship’s wheel.

“That’s not fair, you’re the one with all the names!”, Ruby called after her. “The one time I…I didn’t even know she was there! And you know I can’t see well in the sun! …What?”

There was a wide grin on Coy’s face.

“My darling sunshine. That’s disgusting. Oh, mother will be furious. I’m so proud.”

Ruby sighed. She’d never hear the end of this.

“She knows already.”

“And?”

“Well, you know how she is.”

“Oh, do I know.” Coy sat down again and fixed her violin. “You fooled me long enough, I’ll give you that. But on another note, you should really give the gold to me.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Compensation for all the emotional damage you two are going to inflict on me.”

“Ah.”

“Make it eleven, and I’ll even throw in one or the other sappy love song, if you’re so inclined.”

“I’m not inclined. At all.”

Coy shrugged. “Your loss,” she said and started plucking at her violin as if she’d never seen the instrument before.

“Gods, you’re impossible.”

Ruby flicked a coin at her and Coy snatched it out of the air, still grinning.

“Good choice,” she said, changing the tune, humming softly, her bow dancing over the strings and the wind carrying the music like the sea carried their little ship.

“A silver for your thoughts, my love // a silver for your hand // a silver for a kiss, my love /// you said the sky cannot be bought // and I said just look up // see all the coins you have collected there // see them scattered in the dark // and I’ll add mine and more than that // just to have your heart. O, a silver…”

[ilguna]

could i request expired medicine #13 with raven reyes? (im sending in a couple other requests so if ur next few sound a little repetetive its just me 😭)

☼ sleeping giants (Raven Reyes) ☼

warnings; swearing, blood mention, ehh gore, gun use, death, death mention, use of explosives.

wc; 4k

prompt; 13. "I'm not going anywhere."

notes; spoilers for s5e3.

--

The pod jerks as you come to a sudden stop inside of the transport ship, Eligius IV. You jolt forward, reaching your hand out to place on the metal wall to keep from bumping into it. A moment of silence consumes the group of you, adrenaline freshly pumping.

Emori lets out a sigh of relief, and possibly disappointment from her failure to properly land the ship. If it weren’t for Raven, you could be in a much worse situation right now.

“That was fun.” Murphy remarks, breathing heavily. “We should do that again sometime.”

The others sigh, you roll your eyes. You press the release latch on your helmet, carefully pulling it off your head to not smack yourself in the face with the long rubber part. Once you’ve got it resting on your lap, you look to Raven, who’s turned around in her seat to see you.

“You’re okay?” She asks, space helmet resting on the top of her thighs.

“As good as I can be.” You smile, giving her a wink.

“Okay, let’s go find that fuel.” Bellamy says, getting up from where he was sitting. He’s the first to reach the latch in the middle of the room, twisting the handle and pulling the door up. He glances at Raven. “On me.” He then begins to go down the ladder. “Suits off in the cargo hold.”

You each follow behind him one at a time, with you letting everyone else go first. You pass the helmet down to Monty, who places it off to the side, while you climb down the ladder. At the bottom, you shed the orange jumpsuit, folding it neatly and setting it in a pile on the floor, helmet on top.

The moment you step out of the ship, you can hear an alarm blaring from inside the Eligius IV. Bellamy tentatively approaches the airlock door, peering through the windows to see if there’s anyone coming in your direction.

“Come on. We got to move fast.” He says.

Echo pulls out her sword, causing the sound of metal on metal to fill up the small space. She shares a long look with Bellamy. “We don’t know what we’re walking into.”

Bellamy presses the red button for the airlock, allowing the doors to open, and the alarm to become louder. You reach for Raven, bringing her closer to you.

“That’s just annoying.” Murphy says.

“If someone was here, they’d shut it off, right?” Harper asks, Bellamy looks back at the rest of you, before heading into the hallway.

Raven pulls away from you, jogging to catch up with Emori. “Hey, not you. You should stay in the pod and run a full diagnostic check.” She looks back at it. “That was a big impact. We don’t know if we took on any damage.”

Murphy stops, turning halfway to listen in on the conversation. “I can, uh, stay back and help.” He offers.

The three of you look at him, but Emori speaks first. “How, by making stupid little jokes?”

“Don’t take it out on me because you screwed the pooch in your big debut, okay?” He turns fully, taking a step in your direction.

Bellamy comes back around, grabbing onto the back of Murphy’s shoulder to pull him away. “Hey, hey…” He motions. “Harper can help Emori. Everyone else move, now.” 

With this being mostly settled, the conversation is done. Emori heads into the ship, with Harper brushing past Murphy to join her. You keep a steady hand on Raven’s lower back, guiding her with you down the long hallways. 

Bellamy takes it easy around every corner, being sure to sweep the area with his flashlight first, and entering the space second. “This place is like a maze.” He murmurs, shuffling to a stop when you reach a door. His light fixated on the words above. “No inmates past this point.”

“Inmates?” Echo asks, face twisted.

“Prison labor.” Monty answers, causing Bellamy to look his way. “The mining missions were dangerous. They sent people they thought were disposable.”

“Sounds familiar.” Murphy says, referring to how a hundred of you got sent to the ground as a sacrifice because the Ark was running out of air. You’re still bitter about it, too, but not to his extent.

“Relax. Our ancestors were prisoners a hundred years ago.” Raven tells him, moving forward through the group, leaving you in the back. “Their descendants on that transport ship are survivors, just like us.” When she approaches the door, it opens automatically. “The bridge is this way. Come on.”

She manages to lead you through the last of the hallways effortlessly, straight to the bridge, like a moth to a flame. She’s always drawn toward electronics. The door entering the room has been ripped open with brute force, the metal has been mangled and twisted to have a gap just wide enough to slip through.

“Looks like someone forgot their key.” Echo mutters

Raven squeezes through. “Jackpot.”

Immediately, she begins to head toward the front, where she’ll be able to turn off the alarm. Bellamy isn’t as quick to move, looking around. “Something bad happened here.”

“Monty.” Raven calls.

He slips past you, hurrying to her side. “Help you access the ship’s manifest and schematics so we can find out where they keep their hydrazine?”

Yes, but first let’s kill this alarm.” She tells him.

Raven plops down in one of the seats, entering the computer and going through until she can turn off the noise. The second the silence hits, a wave of serenity comes over you, no longer anxious.

“Thank you.” Bellamy says, observing the cabinets.

Monty sits on the other side of the room, typing. “Fuel systems.” He reads, his screen lights up. “Got it.”

“Oh, Captain’s chair.” Murphy makes a face, taking a seat.

“I think that belongs to me.” You tell him, jabbing your thumb to the side to tell him to get off.

He scoffs, “In your dreams, (Y/n). You don’t have a leading bone in your body.”

“And you do?” You shoot back. 

“The ship doesn’t run on hydrazine.” Raven announces. “They could never store enough for a long-duration mission.”

“Well, what, then?” Bellamy asks.

“It looks like… hythylodium.” 

“Must be what they were mining for, incredibly efficient energy—” Monty begins.

Murphy cuts him off. “Spare me the science lesson.” You smack the side of his head. He glares at you, but continues to speak. “Can we use it to land the pod or not?”

“Sure, if you want to explode every cell in your body.” Raven rolls her eyes.

“I vote for that one.” You smile sarcastically at Murphy, moving away from the chair. Murphy gives you a mocking smile back.

“Raven.” Bellamy says, concerned.

“Don’t worry. Just because this ship doesn’t run on hydrazine doesn’t mean they don’t have any on board.” She says, typing into the computer.

“The dropship.” Monty suggests.

“Short-range transport. They’d have to have a supply for refueling.” She goes quiet for a second, waiting for the computer to respond to her requests. Then, it changes. “Boom. And the crowd goes wild.”

You come up beside her, rubbing a hand over her shoulder. She looks up at you with a smile.

“So we have a way down?” Echo asks.

“We have a way down.” Raven confirms. 

“That’s not all we have.” Monty says, looking over the control panel nearby. His eyebrows draw in, squinting his eyes briefly, and then he flicks a switch. A radio scratches as it tries to connect to the right frequency. “Lasercom.”

“I mean it, McCreary.” A female voice comes over the radio. “I’m not losing any more men today.”

You turn to look at Bellamy, finding his face twisted.

“Our radios were blocked by residual radiation on the Earth, but lasercom was designed to cut through worse atmospheric conditions than that.” Monty tells you.

“Well, can we talk to them?” Murphy asks, getting out of the chair.

“Wait. We don’t know who we’re dealing with.” Bellamy tells him, reaching to grab him. 

Raven is on her feet now, looking over the control board.

“Movement to the northwest. McCreary, do you see it?” A man asks.

“I’ve got something better than movement. I’ve got tracks.” McCreary responds.

Raven turns around suddenly, looking between you and Bellamy with wide eyes. “They’re hunting our people.”

“We don’t know that.” Murphy says.

“We know there was no one else left on the ground.” Bellamy says.

“They could still be in the bunker.” You suggest.

“That wouldn’t make any sense.” Monty shakes his head. “They wouldn’t be able to sustain it.”

“It’s just an idea.” 

“Whatever this is, Octavia can handle it.” Echo says to Bellamy, trying to reassure him.

“Move over.” Raven boots Monty from where he’s sitting.

“Wait. What are you doing?”

“Finding out who we’re dealing with.” She says, pulling up several screens to sift through the information.

“All units, be advised. Subject is armed and dangerous.” The same woman from earlier says. “We are in her backyard. She knows the terrain. Keep your eyes open.”

You share a look with Bellamy, where you shake your head slightly. 

“I see her! Moving in!”

“We’ll go south and cut her off.” McCreary advises. 

“We’re closing in!” A voice shouts, before gunshots come over the radio.

There’s a moment of silence, and then the woman comes back on. “McCreary, we heard gunfire. Report.” She orders. “I said report, McCreary.”

“Relax, Colonel.” McCreary sighs over the radio. “I told you we’d get her, and we did. She’s a feisty one. Pretty, too.”

“Good work. Bring her to me.” The Colonel tells him. “We got a lot to talk about.”

“Still don’t think it’s Octavia?” Bellamy asks you, taking a step back. “We got to get down there, now.” 

“I’ll stay up here and look for anything useful.” Raven says, sitting back in her chair, rotating around to face the rest of you. 

“Okay,” Bellamy agrees. “Monty, Murphy and Echo can go get the hydrazine. You know where to find it, right?”

Monty nods. “I’ve got it.”

The three of them take off to the dropship together once Raven gives them a general set of directions. Monty waves her off, declaring that he’ll figure it out, and then they disappear through the small gap.

The three of you sit in your own chairs, with you and Bellamy watching Raven work her magic over the systems. She siphers through the files, until she finally comes across the prisoners, which are locked behind a wall. It doesn’t take her more than a minute to break through.

Bellamy and her switch spots, allowing him to go back and forth between all three hundred of them. “Murder, murder, murder.” He reads their crimes out loud, there isn’t much of a variety. They boil down to the same thing. “Murder, arson resulting in murder, armed robbery resulting in murder.” He sighs. “Three hundred inmates, twenty-five guards, and twelve crew.”

“Relax.” Raven tells him. “Great-great-grandpappy Blake was an astronaut with how many PH.D.S?”

“Four?” Bellamy says.

“And how many do you have?” She asks, you laugh at the look on Bellamy’s face. “Oh, wait. Shut up. I got it.” She says, switching from one of the prisoner files to a screen with a long list of recordings. “The Captain’s Log.” 

“The last entry was over a hundred years ago.” You raise your eyebrows.

“Play that one.” Bellamy says.

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

She presses play, and immediately a video pops up with a man on the screen, wearing a black jumpsuit. “I have to make this fast. The ship has been compromised.” He begins quickly, Bellamy gets to his feet. “The prisoners found out about Order Eleven. They used an explosion in the starboard engine bay as a distract—”

An explosion at the door cuts him off, a flash of light coming across the video, corrupting it into static for a brief moment. On the other side of the room, by the door, you can see figures in orange coming in. The video jumps, the man facing the camera again.

“Most of the crew is already dead. They’re about to take the bridge. Listen to me!” He demands, Bellamy looks back at the damaged door. “With the engine damage, it’ll be decades, maybe longer, before they make it back home. I tried disabling cryo, but couldn’t.”

“Cryo?” You repeat, looking at Bellamy.

“That’s quite enough, Captain.” A familiar voice says, the woman from the radio. You turn your attention back to the screen.

“If Eligius makes it back to Earth, blow it out of the sky! Diyoza can’t be allowed to weaponize the cargo! Do you hear me?! I said blow it—”

A man appears behind the Captain, a knife being brandished at the camera, before it’s sliced across his neck. You watch the blood spurt out in a giant wave, and then the Captain falls to the floor, choking.

“The bridge is yours, Lieutenant.” The woman says.

“You said you wouldn’t kill the crew.” A different man says, voice low.

“I said I wouldn’t.” The woman emphasizes. You watch as the prisoners begin to fire at the crew. “You did the right thing. I won’t forget it.” Another gunshot. “Now do your job and get us the hell out of here, Lieutenant.”

There’s chatter between the inmates, and then the woman comes into the main view of the camera. Your eyes lock on her, taking in every detail of her face that you can, before she shuts off the camera. END ENTRY. The letters are bolded in a yellow pop-up.

There’s a moment of silence between you three as you take in the information. 

“He said cryo.” Raven murmurs. “He said he was trying to deactivate the cryo—” Raven gets to her feet, turning to face Bellamy, her eyes widening almost instantly. “Bellamy, look out!” 

You twist in your chair, looking for the danger. You find a large prisoner barreling into the bridge, twice the size of any of you. You get to your feet, watching as Bellamy blocks the first punch, but misses the second one. 

As you jerk forward, you wind your fist back, and then throw your entire body weight into the punch. His head knocks back, but that’s it, before he reaches to grab you, managing to place a hand on your shoulder. Bellamy comes through, back on his feet, punching the prisoner again, causing him to double over. He’s able to get one more hit in, and then he gets headbutt.

The prisoner throws him against the nearest cabinet, trying to hold him down. Raven comes up behind him, sticking her fingers into his eyes, pulling his head back. It loosens the grip on Bellamy enough to allow him to breathe, but the prisoner punches his stomach, throwing him down.

And turns his attention to Raven.

No, you think. You throw your left arm up and around his neck, pulling him into a headlock. He reaches to grab you, instinctively trying to pull you off. You tighten your grip around his neck, pulling your arm.

“Hey! Let her go!” Echo shouts.

The prisoner turns to face her, and she comes in swinging with the sword, slicing it across his stomach. You get thrown off in a fit of rage, managing to land on your hands and knees, nothing aching. She then slams the sword through his stomach, and you can see the blade come out through his back.

This has little effect on him. He kicks Echo off, she trips over the steps behind her. Bellamy reaches for a wire, pulling it free. He runs at the prisoner, looping it around his neck, and garrotting him. They struggle, with the prisoner lifting him up and spinning, But with how tight the wire is being pulled, his circulation is cut off.

He falls to his knees, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and then he falls.

The four of you sit on the floor for a minute, panting, trying to catch your breath.

“One down, two hundred and ninety-nine to go.” Raven says.

“Shit.” You breathe.

Echo gets to her feet, holding the sword at her side. “We got the hydrazine to the pod, that’s where the others are. I came here to tell you about the cryo, but it looks like you’ve got a taste of it.”

“How’d you find out?” You ask, getting up. You brush the dirt from your jeans, and then move to help Raven up.

“We found where they all are.” She says.

“Take us there.” Bellamy tells her.

She makes a face, and begins to head toward the door. The three of you follow after her, with Bellamy insisting that he takes up the rear, in case there’s any other prisoners lurking around on the Eligius IV. 

The moment you step into the cryo room, Bellamy is visibly stressed, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, looking over all the pods.

“Not too long ago, I’d have thought this was magic.” Echo says.

“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” Raven says, playing with one of the panels. “Arthur C. Clarke.”

“How long can they live like this?” 

“Technically? Forever.” Raven says.

“Or we can kill them all right now.” Murphy’s voice comes from down the hallway, you turn in time to see him pass through the doorway. “What happened to you?”

“One of them woke up.” Echo says, standing over a pod.

“Question is how?” Bellamy asks.

“No, the question is what the hell are we waiting for?” Murphy shoots back. “I’m serious, okay. We’re all gassed up. Let’s pull the plug on this sleeping arm and go home.”

“That’s not an option; kill theirs, they kill ours.” Bellamy tells him. “Raven?”

“The pods are all jacked into the mainframe. I’m guessing they activated this one remotely from the ground, probably in response to us tripping their alarm.”

“Um,” You shake your head. “When he doesn’t check in, they’ll wake more of them.”

“I’d say that’s a good bet.” Raven agrees.

“Ergo, my ‘get the hell out of here’ plan.” Murphy says.

“Bellamy, you know what happens when these guys get to the ground.” Echo starts. “Murphy’s not wrong. This is an army.” Bellamy looks down. “I know how you feel, but it took four of us to take out one of them. Giving them reinforcements when we can stop it is a strategic mistake.”

Bellamy looks at Murphy, and he nods. When he looks at you, he sucks in a breath. “We’ve been off the ring for less than a day, and we’re already talking about murdering hundreds of people.” 

“This is not murder. It’s survival.” Murphy argues. “They die now or we die later. If Clarke was here, this wouldn’t even be—”

“Clarke’s not here!” Bellamy cuts him off.

“Exactly.” Murphy emphasizes. “She died so we could live, Bellamy. This is how we do that.”

Bellamy looks away, toward the pods.

“Maybe not.” Raven says. “We can leave them here like this, but block the signal from the ground so they can’t wake them up.”

“They have a shuttle. They can just come back up and do it themselves.” Murphy reasons.

“Can you rig it so we can kill them remotely?” Echo asks.

“It’s tricky… but possible. Why?” 

“Leverage.” Bellamy nods. “‘Put down your weapons or we pull the plug’. How long do you need to make that possible?” 

“I don’t know, but I’m on it.” Raven turns to the computer. 

“That’s my girl.” You murmur.

Bellamy rolls his eyes, and they land on Murphy, who’s walking away. “Wait. Murphy. I want to know what you think.”

“I think it’s a risk.”

“You’re right. It is. But Clark didn’t die for us to live just so we can go back to the ground and make the same mistakes.” 

Murphy throws his arms out. “What the hell? Let’s be good guys.” 

He backs out of the doorway, presumably down the hall and toward the pod again. You stick around Raven, watching as she changes the programming to allow her to be in control, taking it away from the prisoners on the ground. When she’s done, her face smooths over, and she decides to go back to the bridge.

Bellamy and Echo go to the pod to regroup, you follow behind Raven. The two of you sit in front of the system, where she pulls up the crypod control, watching the stats to make sure none of them wake up.

“What’s the matter?” You ask her.

“Nothing.” 

“That’s crap.” You lean back in your seat. “That’s the face you make when there’s a tough decision.”

She presses her lips together, the sound of shuffling back you look up to see Bellamy. She sighs. “Someone has to stay up here.”

“What?” Bellamy asks, face twisting.

“How?”

“With remote access to the cryo-pods blocked, we won’t be able to operate them, either.” She tells you two, wandering closer to the screen. “Pulling the plug from the ground is not an option. Someone has to stay.”

“No. No.” Bellamy hands his hands on his hips, shaking his head. “No way. Okay, we make the threat from up here on the lasercom.”

“We won’t know if they’re following through.” Raven says. “Look, I’ve played out every angle. This only works if we have eyes on the ground.”

“Fine.” Bellamy wanders away. “Show me how to do it.”

“I can’t.” Raven’s voice is very matter-of-fact. And it’s a dead giveaway of what she’s been thinking about this entire time. She’s resigned herself to being the one that stays up here. You get up from where you’re sitting. “There are nine security measures to be bypassed, and teaching you would take days, and knowing you, you’d probably still screw it up.”

“You want to stay up here?” You ask her.

“I have to.” She tells you. “It’s not a matter of want, it has to be me.”

“I am not leaving you here.” Bellamy says. 

“I’ll be fine.” She says.

“The hell you will, I’m not leaving, either.”

“Emori can get you down. That’s what I trained her for. You need to go and find your sister, and make a deal for peace with the prisoners. Once everyone’s friends, they’ll come back up for their people, and I’ll hitch a ride down with them.” She tells Bellamy, turning to look at you next. “And you need to be down there to help negotiate peace, you’re better at it than any of us. And besides, you hate it up here, remember?”

“I’m not leaving.” You tell her.

“What if the threat doesn’t work?” Bellamy asks. “You’ll be stuck up here, Raven. You’ll have to kill three hundred people. Have you thought about that?” There’s a brief silence. “No, no, we’ll come up with something else. I left Clarke behind to die, and I…” He trails off. “I’m not doing that again.”

Raven looks off to the side. “There’s an escape pod, you idiot. For the Captain and First Mate. When this is all over, if you fail, I can go down in that.” She says.

Bellamy sucks in a breath.

“Hey.” She says. “Six years ago, I promised myself I would find a way to get us back down. Guys, this is it. Please, let me get you all home.” Raven looks at you, tilting her head. 

“Bellamy, you should go to the others.” You tell him, not breaking eye contact with Raven. 

“(Y/n), please. I want you to go down there, you’ll be happier.”

“I’ll be happier up here, with you.” You tell her. “And if there is an escape pod, there won’t be an issue later on, will there?”

She hesitates. It’s only for a moment, but you catch it. She nods, “Okay.”

Bellamy begins to back away. “We’re set, then?”

“Yes.” You tell him, “Go.” You watch to make sure that he’s gone, before looking at her. 

She’s shaking her head slightly. “Don’t stay up here with me.”

“You were lying.” You call her out. “What were you lying about?”

“The escape pod.” She sighs. ���You’re going to be stuck up here with me. We might die up here.”

“And if we do, I’ll be right next to you.” You tell her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

--

this was part of my 3k celebration!!!

[tamedstray]

@thoselittledespairs ☼

It still took Vigor by surprise exactly how much the Bailey had become his home. He occasionally has to stop and admire it before moving on to whatever task was at hand, deciding to do just that before wandering into Nox's office in need of a little paperwork. In his search, he spots an envelope upon her desk. Of course, he's never one to deny Nox her privacy, but the letter is addressed to him. His romantic heart begins to race at the mysterious letter. Without another thought, he opens it.

      It doesn't take him long to realise his error. Perhaps he should stop reading, but the wealth of emotion that pours from every word is dragging him deeper into the page. The mere thought of Nox dying is clawing at his chest, but Vigor finds comfort the more than he reads, as dire thoughts soon blossom with love. He's transfixed, unable to look away as he clutches the letter tight in his hands.

      When Nox mentions the many trinkets, his focused gaze parts from the page to admire the array before him. Something tugs at his memory, begging him to imagine a past that only casts empty shadows in his mind. He can feel memories, even as the image slips between his grasp. What he cannot answer, the letter does.

      A selfish thought crosses his mind. Suddenly, Vigor is grateful to be a mere human, hoping to pass before she does. He is torn between the thought of loosing her and all the comfort the letter brings. The letter satisfies his curiosity, at least, if nothing else.

      He cannot help but be amazed by the sheer amount of trust Nox placed upon him. Vigor might have been honest about who he was, but Nox still had every right to deny him the Bailey. After all, he would be grateful just to wash the dishes and clean the floors for the humble privilege of a room and meal. These walls held her spirit, and to simply look upon them each day would warm him if her arms no longer could.

      Vigor cannot hold back the tears that begin to drown his vision. His grip never leaves the page, so he simply blinks the tears away long enough to keep reading. His mind, empty of treasured memories, is soon alight with the image of the cottage. A garden, a family, it's everything. More than anything, it is a reminder of how painfully close they are to having the life they deserve together, they just have to survive a little longer...

      His eyes sting as he begins to skim over the rest, briefly fixing on the mention of secrets. Part habit, part hope, providing a fighting chance to dismantle Irnvar's connections for good.

      Vigor can barely see Nox when she enters. He turns to her, eyes red and wild. Dried tears cling to his cheeks as a fresh one rolls down to his quivering smile. ❝I'm sorry,❞ his voice cracks as he begins to speak, ❝I didn't mean too... I though...I thought it was just something playful. Once I started reading— I couldn't—❞ his voice breaks, stinging his throat as the words pour out. He finally sees how crumpled the letter had become in his hands, gently trying to fix it before folding it and placing it on the table.

      Soon enough, Vigor is marching towards Nox. He whispers his apologies into her neck, feeling the warmth of her embrace as he commits the scent of her perfume to memory.