#Btw the makeups have been so bad lately

[gifti3]

These sets are gonna make my phone explode

Theyre pretty tho (i wont be spending any money this round tho rip)

maybe if im really lucky ill be able to roll the music box thingie from the swan castle song set first try 🤞🏾

[moonstruckme]

i am so BUMMED when i realized ive read all of your polymarauders works. can i get more of them please? especially the one like the 'casual dominance' fic omgg. that one made me feel THINGS. btw!!! congrats on reaching the 1k mark. totally deserved <33

-🥀

Wow babe, that's a lot! I'm really glad you're enjoying them! I know I've written a few since you sent this in, but I decided to treat this as a request for specifically casual dom!marauders because I'm weak for them too :*

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Your teeth chatter as you step out of the fastest shower of your life, barely drying yourself off before starting on your makeup. You’re so dumb. You’re so, so dumb. Of course it’d be the night before your presentation that you’d accidentally set your alarm for PM instead of AM. How many times had you stirred, thought about getting up, and decided to wait until your alarm went off? It had only been when you’d woken to an empty bed, sunlight coming in through the window, that you’d realized. 

You’re still running on the adrenaline of that waking jolt, now mixed with the extra edginess from your frigid shower since you couldn’t afford to wait for the water to warm. You probably won’t be late, but you’re definitely going to be late by pre-presentation standards. You’d planned to get there a half hour in advance to set up and mentally prepare. Now you’re going to have ten minutes at best, and that’s only if you can get out the door in the next few. You finish with your makeup—your hair’s just going to have to dry on the way—and turn to where you’d hung your pre-selected and Sirius-vetted presentation outfit the night before. The hangers sit empty. 

You go into the bedroom, hoping one of the boys had laid them out on the bed while you’d been in the shower. Nothing. Just your socks and shoes where you’d left them by the bedroom door. 

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, pulling the socks on because you can do that, at least. “Shit shit shit!” 

You take off down the stairs, relieved to see Sirius on his way up. “Hey! Do you know where—” your foot hits too close to the edge of one step, slipping down to the next. It seems inclined to keep going, but Sirius’ hands catch you around the waist. 

“Shit, baby.” He looks down at your feet as you get them under you again, eyebrows drawn together. “Running down the stairs is already bad enough, but with socks on?” 

“Do you know where my presentation outfit went?” you ask in a rush. 

Sirius blinks. “No. It’s not where you left it?” You shake your head and decide this conversation is no longer a productive use of your time, moving past him. “Don’t run,” he says after you, and you slow to a slight hustle down the remaining steps. 

You practically skid into the kitchen, where Remus is just about to sit down at the table with his cup of coffee and James is running the blender. You raise your voice to be heard over it. “Do either of you know where my presentation outfit went?” 

James stops the blender. “Morning to you too, sweetheart. Everything okay?” 

You feel like you could burst into tears, but that would just waste more time. Why is no one cooperating with your need for efficiency?

“I’m going to be late!” you stress to James, turning around to survey the kitchen, the living room, like they’ll just be hanging in some random corner where you somehow forgot them. “I need my clothes, have you seen them?”

“Dove.” Remus sets his coffee down to take you by the shoulders. “Breathe. You’ve got time.” 

You exhale, trying not to twitch as your skin crawls with urgency, or to lecture him on how little time you actually have. Remus watches you patiently. His hands slide up to either side of your face once you no longer seem like a flight risk, thumb stroking your cheek. 

“Your outfit’s in the dryer,” he says in a soothing voice, still holding you as if to keep you from running off. “I was warming it up while you were in the shower.” 

Your next inhale scrapes on the way in, a grateful pressure building behind your eyes. “Rem, that’s so sweet,” you say. “Thank you.” 

Remus gives you a smile and a little shrug, more casual than the faint pinkness of his cheeks would suggest. He lets his hands skim back down your neck, giving your upper arms a light squeeze. “Why don’t you let it finish running while you have your breakfast, yeah? That way there’s no risk of spilling on it.” 

You shake your head, aware this won’t go over well but too anxious to worry much about it. “I don’t have time for breakfast,” you tell him. “I need to catch the bus in, like—” Your eyes search for a moment before landing on the microwave clock. “—five minutes.” 

“I’ll drive you,” Sirius says, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he comes back downstairs.

You glance at the microwave clock again in case you read it wrong the first time. “You can’t,” you say. “You’ll be late.” 

Sirius shrugs. “I don’t have a presentation. They’ll deal with it.” 

You look to Remus, expecting him to object to Sirius’ proposed tardiness, but he only nods, sitting down with his coffee. 

“Are…are you sure?” you ask Sirius, trying to adjust to the sudden non-urgency of your situation. 

“It’s no problem,” he promises you. “Stop looking so upset, honey, just eat your breakfast.” 

“Drink your breakfast, is more like it,” James says proudly, coming in from the kitchen to pass you a glass of whatever he’d been concocting in the blender. It’s a murky brown-green, and you try not to wrinkle your nose for James’ sake. 

“Thanks.” You take it from him tentatively. “It’s…it’s a smoothie?” 

James laughs at your expression, and you think you hear Remus snort into his coffee. “Yes, it’s a smoothie. The color’s because of the chocolate protein powder and the spinach, but it’s got fruit, too, don’t worry.” 

You swirl the glass a bit, assessing the color. “Why so much spinach?”

James sets a hand on your shoulder, encouraging you into your chair as he joins the three of you at the table with a smoothie of his own. “Iron, sweetheart.” He casts a pointed glance at your legs, spotted here and there with purple-and-yellow blotches of skin. “Seems like you need it. You’re bruising like a peach lately.” 

Remus hums in agreement as you take a tentative sip of the smoothie. It’s not bad, though you can feel little bits of spinach sticking to your teeth. You make a mental note to have Sirius check your smile before you get out of the car later.

“And I saw that look in your eyes when you stood up too fast from the couch yesterday,” Remus says, quirking an eyebrow when you look at him in surprise. “You’re not as subtle as you think, dove.” 

You bring the glass to your lips again to avoid making a response. Sirius laughs, and when you smile sheepishly, his grin turns goofy. “Hold it there,” he says, taking your jaw in hand. You keep your smile in place as his eyes narrow. “Front tooth on the left. My left.” You lick at the piece of spinach, and he nods, dropping his hand. 

“Knew I could count on you,” you tell him. “Thanks, Siri.” 

Sirius pecks you on the cheek. “S’what I’m here for, gorgeous.”

[nataliesfirefly]

You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F!Reader - Part 6

a/n: hey guys!! im so sorry this part has taken me so long! im currently on a trip so i havent had much time to write! but i hope this makes up for it, im super excited for yall to read this!!! also i think im going to plan for this series to have a few more chapters, probably max 9 or 10! i love it sm i really dont want it to end 😭 but anyways enjoyyy and comment what you think! and again i apologize if the smut is mid.. btw this is not proofread LMAO

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warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v, angst, language, smoking, afab reader

You’re sitting in your bed, reading a magazine, when your flip phone rings. You lean forward to pick it up from the corner of the bed, wondering who could be calling you this late. You raise your eyebrows when you see that it’s Lola. You haven’t spoken to her since school got out. Nevertheless, you answer it and put the phone up to your ear.

“Lola! Hey,” You grin. “Oh my God, I’m so glad you picked up. I’m so bored around here,” She groans, and you smile even bigger at the sound of her voice on the other end. “Around where?” You ask curiously.

“My parents’. I have to babysit my younger sister all the time. It’s exhausting, really,” She moans. “I just want to like, go to a party or something. Honestly, I would even prefer to be going to classes right now instead of this.”

“Wow. That must mean it’s really bad then, huh?” You continue flipping through the magazine, your eyes scanning through the apparently trending fashion and makeup choices at the moment.

“Yes. Ugh. You’re at Saltburn, right?” She asks. “Yeah.” You reply.

“How’s that going?” Lola questions, and you hear another voice in the background that sounds like her, only higher-pitched. “No, I’m on the phone. Go away. Shoo,”

You try not to snicker at her shooing away her little sister. “It’s…” You trail off, trying to decide the right way to describe how the summer is going so far for you. “I don’t know. Different.”

“How so?” You pause and wonder if you should tell her what’s been going on. You decide it’s probably better not to and keep some things to yourself.

“I think it’s just cause we’re growing up. I mean, we graduate in less than two years.” You shrug and reach over to grab your glass of wine. “Oh God, don’t remind me. My parents are still asking me what my plans are,” She sighs loudly.

“I can’t believe it.” You shake your head and close the magazine, uninterested in the latest celebrity drama. An idea suddenly forms in your mind.

“Hey, the Cattons are throwing one of their big summer parties in a few days. I could invite you?” You suggest. You hear Lola gasp. “Really?! I’d love to go. I’ve heard so many stories about the Saltburn parties.” She makes it sound so dramatic, and you giggle.

“And you’d get a chance to see Felix,” You grin as you hear her jumping around. “Yeah, I would! You don’t need to convince me any further. I’ll be there,” She pauses. “Wait, but they’ll let me come, right?”

“Oh, of course. They like me a lot, so I’m sure they won’t mind.” You assure her. “Okay, perfect. Thank you so much, my love. I’ll let you get some sleep. See you soon!” She squeals excitedly and you roll your eyes with a smile as she hangs up.

You set down your phone and sigh, looking around your dim room.

You haven’t been able to get Farleigh out of your mind since your little… moment two nights ago. He’s not avoiding you, but he’s not being nice either. He’s gone back to teasing you and embarrassing you in front of the Cattons. You should’ve known that if you got too close, he’d pull away and return to his old ways.

But every little glance you two share has your stomach fluttering and your heart pounding. Every insult meant to hurt or offend you has the opposite effect. In some depraved way, you like when he degrades you. The past two nights, you’ve laid awake and stared up at the ceiling, trying to relive that night when he made you feel so good. Just the thought of him had your mind reeling. You would do anything just to feel that way again. You’re hooked.

You can’t just keep wallowing in these feelings. You want to talk to him, work things out, and go back to how they used to be a week ago. More importantly, you just want to be in his presence. It gives you some kind of thrill to be around him. It’s like a game of roulette to see which version of him you’ll get each time, and you love it. You crave his attention.

You climb off of your large bed and walk determinedly to your door, opening it quietly and sneaking down the hallway. It’s quite a long walk to Farleigh’s room, but you don’t care. You pass Felix’s room, then Venetia’s. Both of their lights are out, telling you that everyone in the house is probably asleep by now. You can only hope and pray that Farleigh isn’t.

You eventually find yourself standing in front of his room. Dim light peeks through from under his door, and you sigh with relief. He’s still awake. Your decision catches up to you and you realize how stupid it is that you’re about to knock on his door. You shake your head to clear your doubt, raising your hand and gently knocking.

You hear his bed shifting and footsteps following close after. You swallow nervously, your throat suddenly feeling dry. Your heart races with anticipation as he finally opens the door.

Fuck. He’s shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants on. Your eyes trail down subconsciously before you blink and look back up to his face. Is he wearing underwear?

“Hello,” He says, his grin foxlike. “I can’t sleep. Can we talk?” You ask, your voice shaky. You curse yourself for sounding nervous. He crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows. “Talk about what?” He questions.

You pause, unsure of what to say next. What were you going to talk about? He would deny any feelings towards you, so what was the point of even coming here?

“Just let me in, please.” You step forward and avoid his gaze. He steps to the side wordlessly, opening the door further to let you into his room.

You breathe in the familiar scent of that candle he’s always burning, and the scent of his cologne. It’s musky and spicy, with notes of vanilla. You tried to memorize it everytime you were close to him. You walk over to his bed and sit down on the edge, looking up at him as he closes the door behind him.

“Can I have a cigarette?” You ask, pointing to the pack sitting on his bedside table. He nods, and you carefully take one. He hands you the lighter.

He stares down at you as you light the cigarette, taking a drag from it. He chuckles to himself and you exhale, furrowing your eyebrows. “What’s funny?”

“You always said you hated the smell. Yet here you are, asking me for a cigarette,” He replies with a scoff. “Maybe you’re just a bad influence,” You shoot back, and his smile slightly fades.

You can see his eyes traveling down your body, lingering on your thighs and your bare legs. You had outgrown these sleep shorts, but you never cared because you figured no one would see you in them. Well, there goes that.

“Are we not going to talk about the other night?” You mutter. “What’s there to talk about?” He replies, and you roll your eyes. “Are you-” You pause and let out a frustrated breath. “Are you serious?” You exclaim angrily.

“You can’t blame it on being drunk this time, Farleigh.” You tell him, and he freezes, his gaze faltering downwards.

“Can we not talk about that? Let’s just…” He sighs with exasperation and sits next to you. You turn away from him, looking out the window. You decide not to press the issue, since it’s apparently too much for him to think about right now. Honestly, you aren’t even able to fully process what’s been going on between you two.

“Let’s just… talk,” He says finally, and you face him again, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. “Okay.” You shrug. It’s what you both do best: Talking. About anything and everything, despite the strange history of your relationship. You guessed that it was because you had known each other for so long, that it just came naturally. He’s just… real. He’s never pretending or putting on a façade, at least around you he’s not. Around the Cattons, he has to, because to them he’s just the wild child, the comedic relief, the American. You feel like you are the only one that gets to see the real Farleigh, and it feels like a privilege. But you know that’s not true, and you choose to believe it anyway.

“So… Our third year at Oxford,” Farleigh says. You let out a breath and raise your eyebrows. “Can’t believe it’s already been two years,” You both smile, thinking of all the good and bad memories you’ve made so far during your years at university.

“Can I be honest?” You ask, and he nods. “I’m scared.” You say simply. His eyebrows knit together. “Of what?” He replies. “Graduating. You know, I’ll probably go to graduate school or something, but I need to start making my own money. Get a job. Do adult things,” You sigh just at the thought of all the responsibilities. “I can’t be on a scholarship forever. Or have my parents pay forever,” You continue, shaking your head. “I’m putting them through enough as it is.”

Farleigh nods again with a look of understanding. “I might go back to the states. See my mom, maybe stay there for a while.” He says. You can’t help but feel a little sad at the thought of him being away for so long. You hate to admit it, but you would miss him.

“But we don’t have to worry about that right now. You’re too uptight. Let yourself have fun,” He nudges you softly. “I’m trying,” You mutter. “Well, you’re smoking. That’s one step closer,” He laughs a bit and you roll your eyes.

It goes quiet and you stare down into your lap. You can feel his eyes on you, and your heart begins to race with anticipation. That familiar tension returns in the air between you and Farleigh.

You look up slightly, his eyes meeting with yours. Your stomach churns as you look down to see his hand inching towards your thigh, eventually resting on top of it. “I know why you came here,” He says, his voice lowered.

You look back up to him. “What?” You whisper. “Don’t play dumb,” He shakes his head. “I’m not.” You reply, trying hard not to break the intense eye contact.

You gulp nervously and finally look away, your face giving you away and burning red. “Hmm,” He hums, his thumb brushing across your thigh. You try to distract yourself by pressing the cigarette out on the ashtray on his bedside table, watching the little flame burn out.

He gently reaches up and grabs your chin, tilting your head back towards him. He drags his thumb down your bottom lip as you stare into his eyes. He grins slightly before moving his hand to cup your cheek, leaning in closer until your noses brush together. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. You know Farleigh is emotionally unavailable and toxic, and he won’t ever discuss his feelings or yours. But you can’t help but melt into the kiss, his touch, his aura. It’s like he’s magnetic, pulling you in everytime you try to pull away.

Somehow, every single time he kisses you, it’s better than the first time. Your tongues intertwine as your lips move in a perfect rhythm while both of you fall back onto his bed clumsily. One of his hands tangles in your hair, and the one that was resting on your leg moves up to rest on your waist, his fingers caressing your bare skin due to your tank top riding up. He eventually shifts his position so that he’s on top of you, and you turn to lay on your back underneath him.

His kisses begin to move down to your jawline, then your neck. He sucks and licks your skin so cruelly, but you don’t want him to stop. You breathe in the scent of his hair, his curls tickling your face, and you can already feel yourself becoming weak again.

You feel his hands start to trail down your body, resting on your hips, as he moves down the bed and you peer down to see him looking up at you from between your legs. Feverish heat burns across your skin just at the sight of it.

“Wait, wait. I’ve never-“ You start, suddenly feeling nervous. “It’s okay,” Farleigh replies, his eyes soft and warm as he gazes up at you. “Just relax,” He murmurs, gently pulling down your shorts and panties at the same time, shuffling them off your legs.

Just relax, you think. Easier said than done. You’ve pictured this moment so many times in the past few days, and you can’t believe it’s becoming reality.

And of all the times you’ve fantasized about this, none of them could ever do Farleigh’s beauty justice. His dark eyes are shining with something of lust and hunger, his plush lips slightly parted and his shoulders broad and golden. His curly hair is only slightly wet from his shower earlier, yet still perfectly coiled.

He looks up at you, trying to convey something through his gaze. “So pretty,” He mutters, tracing a finger along your thigh. Your breath catches in your throat and you feel your stomach fluttering already.

He lifts your legs up and places them over his shoulders. Your heart pounds in anticipation and you can hear yourself breathing among the silence.

Farleigh leans down and presses a few kisses along your inner thigh, and you don’t know how much longer you can stand his teasing. You watch him gaze up at you through his lashes as he dips a finger into your wetness and you see the smirk that tugs at his lips. He raises his eyebrows at you and your face turns red. “Stop,” You cover your face with both hands, your stomach doing flips. You can’t handle how perfect he looks right now, even as he teases you for how soaked you are already.

“Hey, look at me,” He says, his deep voice vibrating against your skin. You let your hands fall back to your sides, smiling shyly. His expression turns more serious as he furrows his brows, slipping his finger inside of you. He moans before you even can, his head falling against your thigh.

That familiar stretch around his finger has your mind reeling as you throw your head back. He pulls it out and you whimper at the loss, until you feel his middle and ring finger on your clit. Your hands instinctively move to grasp the sheets as he strokes your bundle of nerves perfectly, letting your head fall back down to watch him. He continues to maintain eye contact and it makes you so weak.

Your brain almost turns to mush as you see him leaning down, his head buried between your legs. A moan louder than you intended leaves your mouth as you feel his tongue greedily licking a stripe up your pussy.

“Shit,” You huff, your chest heaving up and down. No one had ever given you head before, until now, so you didn’t really understand your girlfriends when they would tell you how amazing it felt. But now, you completely get it. His tongue moves in long, slow strokes and his pretty nose nudges perfectly against your clit.

He barely lifts his head so he can stare up at you to watch your reaction. You grind up against his face, your hand reaching down to grab a handful of his curls. He groans at the feeling before inserting a finger again, moving at the perfect pace along with his tongue. The combination is enough to make your legs shake. The lewd sounds of him lapping up your cum and both of your wanton moans echo throughout his room.

“Farleigh!” You almost scream his name before letting out a long, drawn out moan. He glances up at you once more, his pupils huge with lust. He moans against you as he absolutely devours you, adding a second finger in. His long fingers brush against that divine spot inside of you and you whimper helplessly, your other hand gripping his sheets as if it could help ground you somehow. That delicious heat builds in the base of your stomach, spreading like a fire.

“I’m gonna-“ You gasp for air, your chest heaving up and down. His eyes are half-lidded and he seems completely lost in the moment, just absolutely pussy drunk. “Let go,” He says, his voice deep and raspy.

And you do exactly that. The pleasure shoots through your veins like a drug, your grasp in his hair tightening and your hips rolling as you ride it out. You eventually come down from your high, letting your legs drop from his shoulders as you let out a shaky sigh, your heart still pounding against your ribs.

“Fuckk,” You breathe out, resting your head against the pillow. Farleigh crawls over you, leaning down to kiss you. The lower half of his face is covered in your slick, but you couldn’t care less. He kisses you passionately, desperately, groaning into your mouth. You can taste yourself on his lips and his tongue, and it just turns you on even more.

He pulls away, his lips hovering over yours. You look up at him and suddenly feel an indescribable desire wash over you as you stare into his deep brown eyes. It’s like you can’t get close enough to him, like you need more than everything he’s already given you. You want him inside of you. You want to feel every part of him. You want him to feel every part of you.

“Farleigh,” You whisper, reaching up to touch his face. “What is it?” He whispers back, lightly touching your own face.

“I want you,” You say. You don’t care how stupid you sound right now. This carnal desire has completely taken over you.

“In what way?” He replies, smirking smugly. “I think you know which way I mean,” You mutter. You don’t have time for his teasing, although you love it.

His expression softens and he seems to understand what you mean. “Please, I need you,” You can’t believe you’re begging for Farleigh of all people right now. You know you’ll be regretting it later. His eyes widen and he seems shocked by your confession.

“Far…” You whisper, tracing your finger along his lips. He opens his mouth to speak, hesitating slightly.

“Do you know what you do to me?” He asks, his voice soft. You look up at him and tilt your head. He takes your hand and guides it down below his waist while still looking down at you. You gasp softly when you feel that his dick is so hard underneath his sweatpants. It has to be painful. You slowly rub your hand against him and his eyebrows draw together as he stutters slightly, and it almost looks like he’s in pain.

“Baby-“ Farleigh whimpers. “Please,” You beg once again, and he nods, quickly taking his pants off and throwing them somewhere on the floor of his bedroom. You look down at his dick, and you have to keep your jaw from dropping.

It’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen, and although you haven’t seen many in your lifetime, you know he would be considered above average. It’s long, with a bit of girth to it, veiny and already leaking precum from the tip. You feel yourself starting to get nervous. You aren’t sure if you could even take all of it, but hell, you’re going to try. You hope he didn’t pick up on your reaction, because you know he would tease you over it.

He places his hands on either side of your head and leans down onto his elbows. He never takes his eyes off yours as he positions himself. You wrap your legs around his waist, letting your ankles rest on his back.

He slowly begins to slide in, and you grunt quietly at the pain. He goes a bit deeper before you panic and place a hand on his lower stomach, stopping him. “I can’t-“ You wince in pain.

“Yes, you can. You can take it,” He nods and brushes the side of your face with his fingers. He takes your hand off of his stomach gently and places your arm back onto the bed. You nod in an attempt to encourage yourself, gritting your teeth to withstand the pain. You reach up to his shoulders, resting your hands on his shoulder blades, trying to keep your nails from digging into his skin as you hold onto him.

“Fuck,” Farleigh grunts as your walls grip him tightly, sucking him in. Eventually he’s buried inside of you to the hilt, and you can feel every inch of him. You’re still trying to adjust to his size, and the pain is slowly subsiding as he groans and drops his head and closes his eyes. You press your hips up against his, trying to get him to start moving. “Far,” You mutter. You can tell he’s trying to hold back. He breathes heavily and opens his eyes again, gazing into yours.

“I’m ready,” You whisper. His eyebrows knit together as he rolls his hips slowly, causing your eyes to roll back and drawing a short moan out of you. He shudders, slightly pulling out of you before thrusting back in. You wonder how he’s so good at this as your nails dig crescent moons into his back with each slow thrust and roll of his hips. Your mouth falls open and you try to be quieter but it’s no use.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, his curls tickling your face. He’s whimpering and moaning your name and other incoherent nonsense right into your ear. He sets a beautiful rhythm, his bed creaking underneath you as you sink into the plush of the mattress. You think you hear the headboard hitting the wall but you don’t care about the loud sounds you two are creating. You just don’t want this moment to end.

He looks back up to you and you can see he’s already fucked out. His eyes are even more glazed over than before and sex sweat forms on his brow. He whimpers helplessly and pants heavily. “You’re so good,” He breathes. “So, so good,” You could probably cum just from his words alone.

You let out a wanton moan as he hits that spot again, deep inside of you. “Oh, fuck!” You gasp and claw at his shoulders. He drops his head again, kissing your neck as he thrusts into you faster and deeper each time, hitting your spot over and over once he’s found it.

“Yeah, that’s it,” He groans against your neck and you feel tears brimming in your eyes. “Farleigh- It’s-“ You can’t seem to form words, your brain turned to sizzling hot liquid. “I know, I know,” He whimpers, his voice slightly higher pitched and breathless. You try to hold on longer, but you’re already coming undone as your orgasm hits you sooner than you expected. Your body stills and you clench even harder around him. He moans, that pained expression crossing his face once again. “Oh God,” He chokes out, his thrusts beginning to become less steady.

“Where should I-“ Farleigh pants. “Inside,” You tell him. You’re on birth control, but you don’t have the mental capacity to explain that to him or explain why. His hips stutter and he stiffens, finishing inside of you, the warm feeling spreading throughout your lower stomach. He collapses on top of you, his head on your chest, resting on the soft fabric of your shirt.

You’re already sleepy and physically exhausted from what just took place. You breathe in his scent one more time and let out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling and trying to process what you just did. Then he’s wrapping his arms around you gently before pulling out of you slowly. You grunt a bit, feeling a dull ache between your legs, but you can’t help but miss the feeling of him inside of you.

He adjusts the both of you so that you’re both laying on your side, allowing you to stretch out a bit and cuddle up to him, tucking your head in the crook of his neck. He holds you, and for a moment, it feels like a real relationship. Something you had never experienced. Something deep. Something real. And then you remember that it’s not. After this, he will go back to avoiding you and acting like he can’t stand you. You just wish that he would put his pride away and admit to you what he really feels. But what does he really feel? Are you stupid for thinking that there’s something here?

Farleigh strokes his fingers through your hair, brushing away some of the strands plastered onto your forehead by your sweat. He seems to notice your silence.

“You’re thinking too much,” He says, his voice beautifully hoarse. You sigh, relaxing your shoulders. “Am I?” You reply, your voice weaker than you thought it would be.

“Just sleep here tonight,” He mutters, resting his chin on top of your head. You so badly want to ask him to be serious and have an actual conversation with you about your… relationship.

“Okay… but we need to talk about this,” You respond quietly. He sighs and shifts a bit, careful not to move you too much. “We can in the morning,” He says, but you know that won’t happen. You’ll just have to settle for no answers to your questions for the time being.

You curl up closer to him and let your eyes close, breathing slowly and peacefully. “Goodnight,” You murmur. “Night,” He replies, sounding just as tired as you are. You drift off to sleep in Farleigh Start’s arms.

ONE YEAR EARLIER

You were usually on okay terms with Farleigh. But you remember exactly when the dislike turned into hatred.

It was right before end of term exams and Felix convinced you to go to the pub to blow off some steam and relax after all your revising. You reluctantly agreed, then regret your decision when you saw Farleigh and Sasha there.

It was pretty far into the evening and you were beginning to get sleepy. You had spaced out for a moment, staring out the window and watching the snow fall before you heard something that peaked your interest.

“I mean, Felix, you have got to settle down,” Farleigh chuckled and nudged Sasha, pointing his cigarette at Felix.

Felix grinned stupidly and shrugged. “Listen, mate. I’ve tried.” Some other friends of his joined in with the laughter.

You sat up and leaned forward, facing Farleigh. “You’re one to comment on relationships,” You said, raising an eyebrow. Everyone else sort of quieted down after hearing your words.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Farleigh rolled his eyes at you and Sasha just glared. “You and Sasha. You’re dysfunctional.” You responded, unafraid to challenge him.

“Excuse me?” Sasha looked at you like you just committed a hate crime. “Yeah. He cheats on you, you cheat on him, you get back together, blah blah blah.” You took a sip of your beer and shrugged. “It’s gone on for almost a year now. It’s exhausting,”

Farleigh chuckled. “Ohh, you want to come after my relationship?” He smirked as if he was cooking up a plan in his mind of how to humiliate you best.

“Well, I bet you would like everyone to know that you lost your virginity to Joshua Brown,” Farleigh said, loud enough for even people from other tables to hear. A small chorus of gasps echoed across the room.

“You’re desperate, easy, and sloppy. You take anyone who wants you. I guess that’s what happens when you get no attention before you go to college, hm?” He just kept going, and the whole room went silent

“I’ve seen you walk out of so many dorms at six in the morning, it’s insane. You can’t even keep a fucking man,” Farleigh’s tone was harsher and colder than you’d ever heard before. Felix was staring at you in shock and Sasha was giving you that judgemental look.

You looked around to see all the pairs of eyes on you. “Fucking hell, Farleigh,” Felix muttered, shaking his head at him.

You stood up and grabbed your bag hastily, storming out of the pub with tears in your eyes. Why was he such a bitch? Why did he hate you?

Your reputation was officially ruined. All that time, he never told anyone about your situation with Joshua. Until now. He was doing so well. The whole class thought you were an innocent and pure, high achieving student, and now what would they think? You wish you didn’t care so much about how others perceive you, but you do.

You hated Farleigh. You hated him for ruining your reputation and your image. It was impossible to get him back or do something worse, since basically everyone knew he was a slut. But he got praised for it.

Ever since that night at the pub, other students would look at you sideways and whisper things about you as if you couldn’t hear them.

Fuck you, Farleigh. You decided you were officially done with him and your weird friendship. Even if that meant having to avoid him at every cost.

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[myluvrrhea]

Hiyaaaa I read your judgement day, reader (platonic), and I fell in love. I was thinking we could get something similar, but instead they're comforting the reader after a massive fight with their partner. 

(btw I just found Ur page and I'm already in love) ❤️💖

clouds

Gif creds

Pairings - The Judgment day x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count - 0.6k

Warnings - Hurt/Confort , Angst , Fluff at the end

NOT PROOFREAD

You felt yourself grow exhausted as you and what seemed to be the love of your life had been arguing for what seemed to be hours. Silence had filled the room but was once again filled with the sound of yelling. Tears were falling down your cheeks as you let what he was saying sink in. But You felt your heart stop at a particular thing they had said.

“God if I knew how emotional you would be I wouldn’t have gotten into a relationship with you. I mean look at you, you crying for what? Your so fragile , grow up” A thick silence had grown between you two , as you thought about what he had said.

You ran put of the bedroom door, hearing them call you name, but not following you. You grabbed your purse as you opened the door. You unlocked the car door , getting in and shutting the car door. You felt your face grow warm , as hot tears overflowing your eyes. And Soon enough , hot tears flowed down your face. 

A question that lingered in your mind as you sat in the car. Where would you go? You knew you could go to Zelina’s house , she didn’t live too far. But you didn’t want to bother anyone with your problems. You sat there , trying to cool yourself off from the emotions that seemed to be spinning in your head. You snapped out of your thoughts , as you heard your phone ring. It was Rhea. You

Contemplated  on picking it up , but didn’t want Rhea or any one of that sort to feel bad for you. 

A couple minutes had gone by of your driving when you had gotten another call from the judgment day group chat. They had been bugging you for a while now , and you wanted to answer. You did. But you didn’t want them to see you like this. Makeup and mascara smeared. But you knew you’d have to face them.

You finally answered the call , feeling all your sadness and anger dissolve with the sound of Dominik’s and Rhea’s voices.

“Hey we were wondering if you wanted to go to a restaurant with us?” Dominik asked.

You sniffed as you began wiping your face with wipes that you found in your car. This didn’t go unnoticed as you heard total silence on the other side of the phone.

“I don’t know guys maybe another time.” You answered. Your voice was stuffy and congested from the tears you had cried. 

“Wait Y/N are you crying,”  Finn asked as he got closer to the camera.

“What happened?” Damian asked you. A tone of worry was clear in his voice when he asked.

“Me and S/O got into a fight. They said they wouldn’t have gotten into a relationship with me if they knew how fragile I was..” You replied, trying to blink away tears that threatened to escape your eyes.

The Judgment Days faces morphed into worry and anger. As Rhea began to speak.

“I swear the next time I see them Im going to-,” Rhea was cut off by Finn.

“Rhea relax , the last thing we beed is for you to be angry, we all know how that goes,” Finn spoke.

“Hey , if it makes you feel any better , you could come to our place. Im sure your day will get better with us here,” He added. A smile appearing on his face.

“Well then sure. I mean , I have been driving for a while, its just been hard dealing with these feelings alone,” you replied.

Time skip - at The Judgment Days house.

The rest of the night consisted of you and the judgment day cuddling up together on the couch. You felt safe , and loved as your head laid on Rheas chest, watching the movie Damian had put on.

A/N💬- Im sorry this request is late!! im getting other requests done though<33

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Hello!!!

Because tomorrow is christmas could u write about valeria x fem!reader?

So basically reader is also working for the military and she has been gone for a year long mission but she came back for christmas to suprise valeria because valeria dosent know reader is coming for few weeks💗(u dont have to do this if u dont want to btw)

And merry christmas!❄️

a/n: merry Christmas and happy holidays! :D, I’d love to write this- I planned to write it all today earlier but I ended up blacking out from a really bad cold

Valeria:

-her cartel job was scary work, and work she never wanted you even to be mentioned in. So she kept you far away from it all in a little town in a house both you and her called home

-she usually visited more frequently, but over this past year she was so busy and always so close to trouble that she only called and wrote, making sure you knew how loved you were as her girlfriend even when apart for so long

-knew that you were sad not seeing her for so long so she secretly planned it so she would come home for Christmas Day! She knew you adored it and would adore to find her waiting for her to wake up

-snuck into the house in the very very late night, making sure you were sound asleep and then taking a shower and washing off all the grime and guilt of her work. Setting up her gifts for you under the tree, and waiting for you to wake up

-loves the sight of your face as you see her in front of you, her eyes lighting up and her strong arms picking you up and holding you tight in her arms

-utterly lavishes you in kisses, attention, and of course- gifts! Anything you could want. Perfume or makeup? Bought with gold in it. Art supplies or gear for your hobbies or work? Wrapped under the tree perfect. New clothes or new equipment for things you enjoy? Of course she got you the best

-she adores spoiling and surprising her girlfriend for Christmas Day <3

[starlightingsss]

forever and always?

laxus x reader drabble AGAIN, might write more parts!

help idk why i wrote angst BUT HES SO UGHHH?? sobbing btw.

he wasn't sure why he did it - why he left her. of course, he had to leave magnolia, but her?

he remembered it like it had just been yesterday, her eyes widening as tears filled them, her mouth opening ot say something but no words coming out, how he saw her heart shatter in his fact, how she collapsed, how she cried. he remember how he sobbed for the first time in a long time the moment he exited their house, how he told himself it was for the best, how despite that he couldn't stop his tears, the unbearable pain he lived with for a year that never stopped - until tenrou, until time itself stopped.

walking back into their old house seemed to awaken everything, the ache in his heart. there was no trace of her. 8 years had passed, since he walked out on the love of his life - 8 years to her, 1 to him.

everything was in its place, exactly as he liked it. the fridge was ridded of perishables, the living room cushions were in the right order, the dining table was uncluttered, the bathroom counter was empty except for his singular toohtbrush and toothpaste, the cabinets were empty except the ones that had help his own personal hygiene products, the closet was empty, their bed was made, his belongings were untouched. the sheets smelled of his cologne, the shower was stocked with his body wash. even the shiny engagement ring in the velvet box resting deep in one of the drawers of his nightstand was still there, undistured and resting on its soft cushioning.

naybe he liked it, so many years ago, but today - at that day and at that time - he hated it. his house was nothing but his house.

he hated mess, he never complained to her about it but she knew he hated it, but god, how he would kill to see a mess. her mess, the clutter of makeup products, her clothing, her skincare, the lingering scent of her perfume, the smell of her cooking. the elements of her that made his house his home, the things that warmed his bed and comforted his heart were gone - and as was she.

he didn't blame her, he ended their relationship with 2 words, never reached out and walked out on the teary eyed girl as if it meant nothing.

she didn't know he was on the island, she probably thought he left her in radio silence for years, it was too late to try again, it was too late to love her.

he couldn't stand it, his house haunted him with memories of her, he couldn't stay there any longer.

and so, he made his way to freed's house, grabbing his coat, and walking across town, to where its always been. he knew freed would ask no questions, and jsut be happy to have him there, but still, he knew his sleep would be haunted by his memories of her, the undying hope that maybe she still missed him, that maybe they were really meant to be, that the universe was on their side. maybe the gods were rooting for him and his soulmate, the love of his life. maybe, by pure luck, he didn't screw up as bad as he thought he did, maybe she had it in him to forgive her, and maybe she was just as hopeful as him.

maybe she would forgive him, maybe - even though it might seem so silly -, maybe, she still loved him as she did all those years ago, and maybe she still trusted him, and maybe the odds were in their favor and they had a chance. just maybe. but that maybe was the only thing that let him sleep at night, that maybe was the only thing that had kept him going, that 'maybe' seemed to be the only thing that kept his heart beating.

maybe he still had a chance, to be with her, to have their kids, and to have the life that they dared to dream of.

[shininglynxie]

OK, didn't want this to be my first post on this account, but I just really wanted to share my thoughts and analysis of the Grand Festival announcement.

I knew they were going to place the new venue near the Crater - the first place we saw all the way back in 2021, when Splatoon 3 was first announced. It was even teased in the Sizzle season 2024 trailer with the jellyfish walking by this same Crater backdrop with merch of all three idol groups.

The Pearlina plane walked so that the Now or Never Seven bus could run. It's just great to see something like that plane again!

The golden replicas of the animals from all the hub worlds that represent each idol are a great touch, too!

Now, to analyze the idols' new outfits! Their shared theme feels very orderly and gives off bleached coral vibes. I wonder what's up with that. Most of them also seem to reference non-cephalopod sea creatures, but I don't know how intentional that is.

The outfits always have to be matching with these two, and I love it! The cut on their skirts point inwards on Callie's and outwards on Marie's. Callie's gloves reveal the base of her arms, while Marie's gloves reveal the ends of her arms or her hands. Both of them are also wearing urchin-themed head accessories.

The way they animated Pearl and Marina's interlocked hands being pointed right at us. It's like they're yelling at us: Yeah, they're gay, dammit! They've been giving us quite a bunch of great Pearlina content lately, and they just had to give us more.

Anyways, their outfits. I love Pearl's big hat! It fits her vibes very well! There's also an Off the Hook logo on it, which is neat. As some people have pointed out already, this is the first time Pearl's showing off her midriff, which is cool to see!

I absolutely love Marina's outfit ,though. It's gotta be one of my favorites of the Grand Fest idol fits! That bra/top paired with the jewelry, the laced pants with the boots, and all those rings combine to create such an awesome look to me! Also, something else of note is the fact that Marina isn't wearing headphones here and showing off her ears. It's uncommon for her to do that, and she's mostly done that outside of the games, and, I think, this is the first time you can see her ears in-game, which is really cool and showcases her personal growth! (Btw, I love the pose Marina's making in the shot on the second pic! It's so cute!

Deep Cut, my beloveds!

This is probably among the weaker fits Shiver ever had, but it's not bad by any means. Those pant boots are kinda weird, and I don't know how to feel about them. But I do like that top she's wearing! It kinda mimics her headdress, which also looks neat! It kinda reminds me of seaweed, dunno if that was the intention. She's also rocking that Deep Cut logo temp tattoo, which is dope! From afar, it looks really similar to the octopus tattoo Callie had when hypnotized by Octavio. The bangs on her in-game model seem to be pushed away a little bit, so you can see her other eye, which is an interesting detail. The expression she has on the official art feels a tad unusual for Shiver. She always acts so cold and aloof, so it's strange to see such an expression of genuine surprise from her.

Frye's outfit is great, but there isn't much to say about it. The buns she's wearing kinda remind me of sea slugs, I don't know if that's what they were going for, though. The ear tie thing she's wearing is also a nice design touch! It's an accessory that utilizes her long ears in a very creative way! I love the way she's grabbing Shiver's waist in the official art, it's so Frye!

Big Man's fit has got to be my favorite! He's absolutely slaying in that fin-like headdress and those spikes, and with that makeup around his eye! It feels very Kiss-inspired. The patterns on his fins look claw-like now. This is something that kinda makes me wonder how Big Man's outfits work in the first place with the various skin patterns he took on during seasonal splatfests. He also seems to have something wrapped around his tail. The best shot I could catch of it is this screenshot below.

Overall, I think the idols' outfits are cool, but they don't wow me like Pearl and Marina's Chaos vs. Order outfits did.

The performance of their new collab song will be so cool! It's gonna feel like a proper big concert!

Speaking of concerts, I might be seeing things, but some of the choreography we see the idols perform in their usual outfits seem to be from the songs other than each idol group's day 1 and 2 songs. The third Splatoon 3 concert just might be held in-game. Which is a great idea and makes a lot of sense! Since most Splatoon fans probably never had the chance to see the idol concerts live, it only feels fitting to create an immersive concert experience inside the game! It's a lot more interactive than a video recording, and it will ensure that a lot more people can see it compared to the in-person concert. Plus, all the idols are in one place already, so they can easily perform the collab songs too! If that does end up happening, I hope that the performances do use the concert versions of the songs, as they're almost always better than original, in my opinion, plus that way they won't overlap with the songs that play during gameplay.

Almost forgot about the theme. Which is most important to you? Past, Present, or Future? With each idol group representing a team, rather than a Deep Cut member each representing a team. I think this quite a solod theme for the final fest, if a bit predictable. The fact that each idol group picked a team for themselves also makes this like an idol fest in disguise, but I'm not bothered by that. I wonder how this fest's outcome will affect a potential Splatoon 4, though, as there's no one clear way how I can see it affecting the game's development.

All in all, I'm very excited for what Grand Festival will bring! By the time it rolls around, this account will, hopefully, be properly active. I'll absolutely have some art to post for the occasion!

[vampdes]

— “FOREVER N EVER!” [issac headcanons / facts ♡]

GENRE. headcanons / fluff.

PAIRING. issac [oc] x gn reader

CW. lowercase intended, traumatic past / mentions of [abandonment + being disowned + body shaming] + extra facts about issac.

NOTES. this is so damn late 🧍🏾‍♀️ BUT THATS OKAY, better late than not at all 😭 this took a month [i was on and off bro], ENJOY!! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

FACTS / HEADCANONS [abt issac <3].

☆ issac loves likes space + his favorite constellation ‘orion’ ‘cause of how bright it is [it also reminds him of u <3] + his favorite planet [in solar system] is saturn!! mainly cause of its rings [hint, hint] <3

☆ issac’s an ex-florist + ex-baker, which he why he likes flowers n baking!! which is why he vows to bake something for you every single day, js so u could be reminded of him 24/7!! n yes, sometimes, if he feels that he hasn’t been getting enough attention, he’ll add some ‘icing’ on the cookies <3 js so u could have some of him inside of u when he’s too busy!!

☆ [brief mentions of abandonment + body shaming] issac was, unfortunately, abandoned by his biological parents, his grandparents, his aunt, and then his foster parents, which converted into severe abandonment issues. everyone tossed him away because of his looks n body. in his younger years, he was called a lot of bad names ‘cause of his weight at the time. n honestly, he expected u to do the same.. but u were different, u are different! u think he’s ‘pretty’ n ‘beautiful’, u even called him an angel for crying out loud!! he loves u so much :(( he js can’t say it cause he gets so nervous!

☆ issac absolutely despises his stutter. can he talk to himself? YES, PERFECTLY. BUT WHEN HE TALKS TO U, ALL OF A SUDDEN HE’S A JITTERBOX!!! he thinks he makes a fool of himself when he talks to u :(( n when he met u for the first time—eugh, he hated it!! not cause u were there, no cause u were there, in front of him.. n u were prettier than ever n he couldn’t even say it!! everytime he wants to say smth nice abt u, he can’t ‘cause he gets to nervous!! its horrible :((

☆ on a happier note, he loves it when u paint his nails :D mainly ‘cause ure holding his hands n ure making him look pretty <3 he also loves when u re-dye his hair 4 him!! he favorite color is, unfortunately, neon green, which is why a strip of his hair is neon green <3 nevertheless, he loves it when u re-dye his hair, mainly ‘cause u wanna touch his hair!! it makes him so happy <33 n when u offer 2 help w his (your) hair care routine, he gets all giddy!! it’s ‘cause of u that his hair is silky n soft now, n he wants to keep it that way ‘cause he think it makes him look pretty <3 n, most important of all, it makes him feel pretty <3

☆ ALSSOOO, he’s a makeup guru. it’s like the easiest thing he’s great at. N YES, URE HIS MUSE ♡ he likes to try makeup looks on u, especially when he gets to straddle u <3 LIKE HE CAN’T GET OVER IT AAA!! n yes, he uses makeup as an excuse to straddle u sometimes [all the time]. ALSOOOO, he’s a gamer. HES LITERALLY SO EMBARRASSED ABT BEING A GAMER!!! he’s a valorant player btw.. he’s also an avid roblox player, his favorite game is royale high ♡

☆ TIME TO TALK MORE ABT HIS EXCELLENT BAKING + FLORAL SKILLS <3 baking: his favorite thing to bake is red velvet fudge brownies!! he absolutely can’t stand dark / mint chocolate tho, but if u like he, he’ll be able to stand it [maybe] <3 floral: his favorite flower is ‘baby’s breath’ ‘cause it reminds him of u <3 in a “it’s really pretty n it shines as brightly as the sun” way!! on special occasions [when u run out of pastries / flowers], he gifts u flowers / baked goods <3 once, he gave u a bouquet of baby’s breath, orchids, n bearded irises <3 n when u were too sick to leave home [thank god, he doesn’t like when u leave honestly!! he misses u 2 much :((], he fixed u some strawberry shortcake <3 [he looked up deserts 4 sick people js to make sure it was safe 4 u 2 eat!!]

☆ EXTRA: he fell in love w u at first sight!! his favorite cuddling position is either spooning [your arms around him] or face-to-chest [his face in ur chest <3.] he also loves having lazy weekdays where all u two do is laze around the house or stay in bed!! makes him feel comfy + secure <3 he also has matching sonic onesies w u [hes tails n ure sonic] but he only wears in on special occasions [ex: date night (when date night’s at home) + when it’s lazy weekdays in the winter <3.] he also loves surprise kisses!! n expected ones <3 he js likes the feeling of ur lips in general!! he also likes when u tuck his hair behind his ear ‘cause it was getting in his eyes <3 he also likes the fact that u like to be a homebody js like he is!! bc then date nights r so adorably mushy <3. LAST THING: issac has an shoulder-to-back + ankle tattoo n if u lightly [almost hesitantly] trace either of the them, u automatically have him melting in ur hands <3!!!

☆.

© CREDITS TO ur1nonlydan. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, REPOST, OR COPY MY WORKS.

[lostonehero]

@voidhaseyes

Poly mechs

Enjoy

BTW NSFW smut included

Jonny wipes the blood from his lips. His breathing was shallow, and the bags under his eyes needed to be covered better. His makeup was smeared from the tears from coughing too hard. He stared into his bathroom mirror. "Shit."

This disease from New Texas was mostly legend. He never took it seriously. It was a combination of genetics and weird supernatural bullshit. He can rip the roots out, but they would just grow back. It wasn't tall enough to reach down his throat to pull. He knows excatky how and why this started, but it wasn't as if he could fix this.

It was a more recent development that the others decided to make an official name to their relationships. Even Lyf has joined, even if he strictly stays physical with Marius. He.... he couldn't, he didn't fit. He knew he was broken, and they only humored him by asking. He couldn't be what they needed. These stupid plants won't change his mind either.

Jonny sighed and started to fix his makeup, take a long drink of water and head out of his bathroom, and out of his room to resume normal activities.

.......

The pain was something he could get used to, the vines digging into his lungs, spreading to different organs to the point where he should be dead but isn't. He can hide the pain from the others. Jonny stared angerly into the mirror at the cactus flower, blooming on his back. Nobody warned him it could spread to his skin.

New Texans have extremely thick skin, physically to defend against the heat, burning sand, and rocks. It's the reason why he doesn't have tattoos. His skin breaks the needles. This, however, annoyed him to great lengths. Pulling the damn flower out does nothing. It grows back in seconds like a stark reminder of his infliction. Pulling out the stem just kills him and he wakes up on the floor with a bigger fucking flower in its place.

Jonny can't let the others know. No more white shirts. They were already getting suspicious of his breathing problem. He couldn't let them see any of this.

........

The infirmary after DTTM and Aurora's rebuilding has become more of a therapy office than a physical doctors office. Tim adjusted his position as he laid on one of the many beds, there was a nest he liked but Lyf was currently out cold in the middle with his tendrils taking to all empty space and he really didn't feel like getting trapped in them today.

Marius tapped his clipboard, not really ready to write it's more for the look than anything. He has nearly memory as good as Ivy, and her brain was a computer. "So besides stealing a bed, why are you here, Tim? You're about as good as avoiding this place as Jonny."

Tim huffs, crossing his arms as he sinks into the bed. "It's actually about Jonny. Every since we agreed to all date, he's been distant. I've tried to talk to him, but he's been avoiding all of us. Like fuck he even changed his outfit."

"Well, he has been more on a hair trigger as of late." Marius paused and tapped his pen to his lips. "Have you tried confronting him?"

"He shot me in the face." Tim frowns. "Like don't get me wrong, Raphealla is great, and so is Ashes in bed. Brian tries, but he isn't into it due to the lack of feeling. You're pretty fine, too, but your dick freaks me out, no offense."

"We have very different anatomy, I really am not offended." Marius put his board down. "Have you tried asking Jonny for just sex?"

"That's the thing, Jonny has been so cagey about even being close he just doesn't answer. He freaked out bad when Ashes tried to pat him on the back. Nastya isn't a help either she has never seen Jonny act like this." Tim frowns. "I'm worried this could be something from his species, or worse."

"I would suggest cornering him, but we both know the lengths Jonny would go to get out of a conversation. Maybe you should try to court him. He could possibly want something like Lyf and I have." Marius sighs. "Although getting Jonny to confess any thoughts and feelings regarding himself is harder than pulling teeth."

Tim groans and covers his face. "I just miss him. I love him so much, and I haven't even been able to tell him that. I figured it out after our arrangement. I wanted so badly for Jonny to join us, but now I just want him." He sighs. "My bed is so empty without him. I miss how he would make a nest out of my bed. I miss our little arguments. I miss the long nights of us just in each other's company."

"Since you can't talk to him directly, try writing him a letter of all these thoughts and feelings." Marius smiles. "I'm sure we still have that unburnable paper around."

Tim nods. "You're right. You're right." He sits up. "Thanks for this."

Marius smiles. "It's my job. I've also been meaning to ask, is it weird to have it out all the time?"

"My dick doesn't bother me, Marius." Tim sighs heavily. "We've been over this."

"It's really weird, though!" Marius crossed his arms. "There's no protection!"

"I'm leaving." Tim shakes his head and gets out of bed to leave to his room.

......

Jonny adjusted his goggles. For all claims of insanity and madness from Tim, his handwriting was the neatest and fanciest on Aurora. Not that he would admit the fact he has hoarded every letter Tim has written him. Even if everyone assumes he burns them.

The contents were not what Jonny expected. Tim apologized for whatever he had done to slight him and just wanted to talk to cuddle like they did before. His goggles were getting blurry as they filled with tears, but that was quickly forgotten with the feeling of his throat closing, but he couldn't feel the steams or even the petals in his throat or mouth. He tried to scream, but his voice was stolen as his vision went black.

Jonny woke up with a start. His heart was still ticking away as it would for eternity. He grimaced and dragged himself up from the floor. He pulled off his goggles and grimaced at the feeling of the tears that builded up inside. "....." He stopped he tried to speak again. To curse to scream to shout. No sound escaped his lips. He he tried till he was blue in the face but his room remained silent.

Jonny scrambled to his feet and ran to his bathroom. The mirror showed the roots have ingrained in his neck rather than choking him again as if they learned it wouldn't work. It weaved a pattern of an ornate choker with small but beautiful flowers interlaced in the pattern. He knew they went through his vocal cords, preventing him from making any noise. This disease never dealt with an immortal, and it shows. Killing him won't work, so why not take away his ability to see and sing until he confronts the cause.

His claws dug into the bathroom counter. He could handle this. He didn't need his voice. He didn't need to sing. Marius or Tim can easily take the lead, and they didn't need him. He just needed to get off Aurora. He was getting to be useless. They didn't need to know that he was cursed, and they didn't need to have him as a burden. He just had to bide his time till they landed planet side on some random pit stop.

He could avoid them. He can not be a burden. He isn't a burden. He just doesn't belong. They outgrew him, like he always knew would happen. He shook, feeling more flowers emerge on his back and bloom. It hurt, but he deserved it for the monster he is. They only pitied him. Why else would they even try to get him to join them?

.......

"Jolly Good, Jonny. I Have Been Ordered To Find You And Bring You To Family Meal Time. You Have Missed Apromixly 1587 Meals." TS smiles, grabbing Jonny by the scruff of his neck.

Jonny hissed, which seemed to be the only noise he could make besides growling. His hidden food storage has finally run dry, and he just needed to sneak into the garden to grab some fruit and vegetables. He can't let the others see him like this. He curses Nastya for teaching TS the perfect hold to immobilize him.

"You Are Not Normally Quiet When I Grab You." TS frowns. "You Grew Out Your Horns! They Look Lovely."

Jonny growled low from his chest. Maybe he forgot to continue to keep them short, but he didn't need pity from TS out of everyone.

"You Have Such Lovely Flowers In Your Horns. I Don't Believe Aurora Has Them In Her Garden." TS continues to chatter.

"You are correct, Toy Solider, I believe those are native plants of New Texas. Although Jonny has cut all my cameras in his room so I am unaware of how he obtained them." Aurora chirps back. "Jonny, care to explain?"

Jonny growls again louder.

"Good, you caught him." Ashes crosses their arms. "It's been nearly two years, Jonny. Why the fuck are you isolating?"

TS holds Jonny up. "I Think He Has His Own Personal Garden."

Jonny growls and hisses like a feral cat.

"Garden?" Ashes raised their brow. They are now studying Jonny. He was too thin. He was probably rationing his own food to stay away from everyone. The flowers were new, but.... but.... their eyes widen. "Aurora alert Raphaella and Marius. Fucking TS they're growing from his fucking skin. Get him to Raphaella lab now, and don't let him escape! That's a fucking order."

TS salutes and heads down the halls as Jonny growls and hisses the entire way.

.........

Raphealla stared at a naked Jonny after sedating him. Removing his clothes was easy he wasn't even wearing his belts even though he actually needed them now, considering that he looked half starved. Ashes was right. The plants seemed to be growing within Jonny.

Marius had a pale expression on his features as he looked through the scans. "Raph."

Raphealla looked up at Marius, and the look on his face made her own heart sink. "Marius, what did you find?"

Marius silently placed the x-rays and other scans on the projector. The plants started in his lungs, but now growing on the outside like some sort of symbiosis. "The roots wrap around every organ thankfully, not tight enough to stop their functions as if they learned. Every flower on his body, the roots connect to a vital organ, and any attempt at removal will destroy said organ. I think the most concerning is around his neck." He points to the scans. "They purposely sewed into his vocal cords, rendering them completely useless. And I mean sew, look at them they are almost identical to how Jonny stitches clothes. Nit to mention how the roots surrounded his heart, almost making it impossible to see on any scans or even assess for repairs."

Raphealla swallows the lump growing in her throat. "They're everywhere, even on his legs and arms. I don't.... I don't know how we can even start fixing this. Is Brian on his way?"

Marius nods. "So is Tim. I can't really stop Tim he's been determined to talk to Jonny since the start. Ivy is looking into all the records of New Texas, but only has found records of anything similar to old legends and curses. She claims they aren't vertified but are following them. Nastya is talking to Aurora about the early days when it was just her, Jonny, and Carmillia."

"Whatever is happening, he must have been scared it was contagious, or at the very least didn't want any of us seeing him like this." Raphaella pauses. "Tim, be careful and don't pull at any of the flowers it will kill Jonny making any sort of sedation useless."

Tim stared at Jonny on the table. He seemed so much smaller than he ever was before. Jonny was the shortest Lyf was a close second, but New Texans are notorious for being short species, and Jonny was considered tall at 5ft 3in, but here he looked so small and weak. He was careful manurvering Jonny to the side so he could hold him. His his fur was so much thinner than normal. He wrapped himself around the smaller man and took a deep breath. "I'm staying till he throws me off."

Nobody cared to argue as Brian stepped inside.

........

Jonny woke up groggily, but he was comfortable, the first time in a while. He could feel arms wrapped around him they were thin but all muscle. He felt as if he could breathe deeply. The smell of Gunpowder told him who was holding him, but the soft even breathing and the near silence also told him the other man was dead asleep. Why was Tim even doing this? Was it out of pity? He had everyone else to do this with.

Tim hummed softly, pulling Jonny tighter. Which was extremely abnormal, Jonny was the cuddly one. He allowed the other man to climb him like a tree and cling it was never the other way around. "J-mmmm."

Jonny knew a few things for certain. Tim only talked in his sleep during a nightmare. Tim hated to cuddle and rather have someone cling to him. Tim was also very violent if he had a nightmare. None of that added up to the current behavior. He opened his eyes again to another shock. He was facing Tim's chest. He was being held in a position where Tim was trying to protect him, at least in New Texan culture. It was considered the closest way to sleep save for lovers and mothers protecting their children.

Tim didn't seem to like Jonny moving and pulled him even closer against him.

When was the last time Jonny was embraced like this? The touch felt like heaven. It was also a fact that he heavily guarded from everyone even before DTTM that New Texans are a tactile species, from headbutts to gentle touch meant the world as since gestures and it was needed. He knew he was naked, and he knew Tim was just in his boxers. Tim hated sleeping naked. It frankly scared him, and only Jonny knew why.

Tim yawned, and his grip loosened as he woke up. Being this close to him, Jonny can hear the soft whirl of his eyes now focusing. He stretches and yawns again. He doesn't seem to realize Jonny is awake. He rubs Jonny's back and makes a small, confused noise.

Jonny can see from his angle not moving much that Tim has one of the flowers from his back in his hands. He didn't even feel it. He wanted the feeling of Tim's dull nails back on his back. He starts to purr as Tim starts to dully Scratch his back again, alerting the larger man that he was awake.

"You know." Tim didn't make an effort to move. If anything, he got more comfortable laying next to Jonny. "Raphealla said that it would kill you to pick a flower. You don't seem dead, and I'm going to put this in my hair."

Jonny tries to growl, but his purring to way too loud. He settles for burying his face in Tim's chest. He wished Tim had less corse hair on his chest, but humans didn't have proper fur.

"Yes, you're so scary." Tim chuckles. "I really missed you. I just want you. The others aren't the same. Ashes is fine, just a bit too strong and forceful, which has a time and place. Raphaella is very clinical, which is actually a kink I didn't know I had, but still. Marius... Marius's dick weirds me out no matter how fun it is. Ivy doesn't like men, which is fine. We just cuddle, but then she tries to drag me into her bed, and I get trenching everything. Nastya is strictly physical, was Aurora only. Also, i don't think she really likes me, but everyone says that's normal. Brian is good, but I feel like I'm playing with a toy, and he doesn't really enjoy it either. We just talk mostly. TS tries? I don't actually know what it really wants, but is it really enthusiastic. Lyf is only into Marius. He kind of shuts down at any other advances except cuddles but cuddling with Lyf is to be trapped for eight hours because he forgets your there and you just get dragged around the ship till he realizes he is still holding you. Apparently, Marius thinks it's adorable."

Jonny pulls away and tries to speak to ask what Tim means. They were all supposed to be together, right? He didn't really understand what Tim was explaining.

Tim's mechanical eyes lock with Jonny's amber eyes. "Did you really just think it was all just sex?" He smiles softly. "I suppose that's a part of it, but mostly, it's emotional. I actually stopped the physical side because it just didn't feel the best without you. I miss you, your weird nest of a bed, your damn touching, and just everything. I feel better with you. Hell, I told you things I still haven't told the others." He sits up and pulls Jonny to his lap and rests his chin on Jonny's head. "I also have no idea what your father looks like, so I say this without prejudice. Your horns are nice, and I want to use them as blowjob handles."

Jonny shook with a silent laugh.

"It's really fucking weird not hearing you talk." Tim huffs then pauses. "Oh, you grew a new flower. It's blue, that's my favorite color. Can I uhhhh." He motions with his hand, pointing at Jonny's stomach.

Jonny cautiously reached out and plucked the flower from his stomach. It didn't hurt, and he didn't even feel it grow. He turned around and gently placed it behind Tim's ear. It did look nice in his hair.

"I missed you." Tim smiles and gently presses his forehead against Jonny's.

Jonny could feel tears leak from his eyes, but he didn't seem to care, and he gently pushed back and purred even louder. They remain like this before a small voice clears their throat.

"Jonny, and Tim." Ivy raised a brow. "I understand you can't talk, so I will need you to nod or shake your head to confirm my research."

Tim sits Jonny in his lap. "Sup, Ivy."

Jonny pauses and nods.

"Good, now Jonny, is this a disease or a curse?" Ivy pauses as Jonny makes a motion combining the two. "Oh, it's both?"

Jonny nods.

"Fascinating." Ivy hums and writes something down for physical records. "Are you currently in pain?"

Jonny shakes his head no.

"Can you get a towel or something before we continue?"

Jonny gives a shit eating grin and shakes his head.

"Of course not." Ivy sighs. "Glad to see this hasn't changed you being a piece of shit. I would be concerned if it did." She gives a small smile as Jonny shakes with a silent laugh.

Jonny pulls Tim's arms around him. He grinned again, getting comfortable.

"Keep grinding, and I'm going to give Ivy a show, and she'll get nothing done." Tim smiles.

Jonny smirks. He missed this. He missed how he fit in Tim's lap. He missed Tim's touch. He missed the banter between everyone. He wanted to smell like Tim. He wanted to ask if he promised, but instead, he decided to grind against Tim's crotch again.

"Listen here, you awful awful man keep wiggling, and I'm going to make sure you can't move. I'm going to make you my little cocktail warmer." Tim stops as Jonny starts to purr.

Ivy chuckles. "There is a 98% chance that Jonny would like that, and a 50% chance he would still answer my questions."

Tim hums picking up Jonny who helped while he rolled down his underwear enough to let his cock spring free. "Now let me - f-fuck Jonny. Jonny you fucker I was going to s-stretch you."

Jonny really missed the burn. Of course, Tim's human, so he doesn't have a knot like he does. Well, humans are also a single sex species. Humans kind of suck in the biology department. Oh wait, Ivy was asking him something.

Ivy pinched her brow. "Jonny, is there a cure? I am going to throw my notebook at you if I have to ask again."

Jonny nodded and then made a so-so motion with his hand. There was curing what he had. There were ways to lessen the damage and even make the plants retreat from vital organs, but it's always going to be inside of him with the lingering effects. Maybe he could control the plants one day that would be neat. He just didn't know what was needed to start the healing process. Mmmh, Tim was really comfy and warm.

"Ivy, this was a bad idea." Tim's cheeks were red. "I've forgotten something important."

Jonny smiles wide.

"What did you forget?" Ivy raised a brow.

"Why I banned this in our bedroom." Tim groans turn into a moan as Jonny shakes in a silent laugh.

"Why? This seems quite tame to the masochism Jonny enjoys." Ivy seems curious now.

"Jonny doesn't feel discomfort or pain like this. This is natural for new Texans since the men have knots. Jonny can sit here for days if I let him." Tim sighs.

Jonny clicks his tongue. He forgot only Marius knew New Texans were a hermaphroditic species with both working sexes. It probably would have been wise to tell Tim before that his dick wasn't up his ass.

"Fascinating, I will inform Raphaella she will want to test that if you're ok with that, Jonny?" Ivy blinks when Jonny nods with extreme enthusiasm.

"Fuck you Ivy for indulging him. Also fuck you Jonny I didn't even put a condom on." Tim is red face because Jonny felt really nice.

The condom thing could be a future problem, but in Jonny's defense, he can blame Tim. Tim was making such wonderful noises as he turned himself around to face Tim and lean his face against his chest.

"Fine you fuck get comfortable, Raphealla and Marius is here." Tim rubs Jonny's back.

"Ah, Jonny, is that wise?" Marius raised his brow as Jonny gave him the finger and started purr louder. "That is fair. I will keep an eye on the aftermath."

"Amazing, I thought you were lying, Tim. Is this comfortable for you?" Raphaella's eyes light up as Jonny gives a thumbs up.

"No." Tim smiles as he sighs. "But it makes Jonny happy, but I'm drawing the line at 8 hours."

Marius hops up and sits next to the two. "How are you feeling, Jonny?"

Jonny continues to purr as he holds onto Tim. He maneuvers his tail to hold Marius's. His heart wasn't ticking in time when Marius wrapped his tail around his tighter. He did like the touch.

"Any louder, Jonny, and you're going to start vibrating." Tim swallows back a moan.

"Ah shucks, it seems I'm stuck now Raphaella, you'll have to study from afar." Marius grabs Jonny's hand and slowly rubs circles into it. He can see a few petals fall from around his horns.

"At least you're clothed." Tim puff out his cheeks in a false pout.

"You've still git your knickers on." Marius smirks as Jonny shakes in a silent laugh causing Tim to moan.

"Can you please pick between me being hard and soft or I'm about to cum the next time you laugh." Tim can feel his blush reach his ears as Jonny stared up at him with such a innocent gaze with doe eyes. "It is also not fair you have an innocent look."

Jonny can feel Tim's dick return to full attention at the sound of Raphaella putting on rubber gloves. He did mention a medical kink. He isn't opposed to Raphaella getting closer. He can feel Tim squirm. Maybe he could get used to this if he had Tim with him during this. He didn't even notice how close she got until he could feel her breath on his neck.

"Now we should check if these vines have gone below. We can't have you in this position without the ability to relieve yourself." Raphaella hums softly her breath against Jonny's ear. "Now your species has an internal member until arousal or prodding."

Ok, maybe Jonny can see the appeal in some medical play. He dug his free hand claws into Tim's back the moment he felt the gloved hand touch the slit where his dick would come out of. He growled low and deep as a warning.

"Sensitivity is expected with reproductive organs Jonny, now relax." Raphaella's gloved hand felt cold, and there was some lube on the fingers.

Jonny silently whined and grinded on Tim's cock as he felt the cold finger press into his slit. Marius was pulling his left hand to where he didn't know he could focus on his free hand digging into Tim's back, and he knew he drew blood.

Tim moaned loudly.

"Aha, there it is." Raphaella quirks her lips into a small smile. "Much larger than expected for your size, Jonny. I'm sure Tim enjoys it when he allows you to use it." She methodically rubs the tip. "I can see where it inflates to form a knot. Marius, are you going to compare with your own penis?"

Jonny could hear Marius's belt unbuckle, and his hand was on something oddly wet and cold. It was moving slowly at first, but it was like the octokittens with no suctioncups. It was slick with a slime like substance, and he flexed his fingers and heard Marius's breath catch in his throat. He turned his head to see his his hand in a mass of squirming tendrils they were thin but long, and a lot of them. They were an odd purple color with black slime. They felt nice on his hand. If this is what Lyf got to play with, maybe he was a smidge jealous. He pinched a few between his fingers, and that seemed to send them into a fury of movement.

"Jo-jonny." Marius whines. "D-don't a-ah!"

"O-oh!" Nastya swallows walking into the room. "I was told Jonny was awake.... Aurora."

Aurora chirps.

"What a mess all of you." Nastya crossed her arms and had a smirk on her lips. "Seems a bit unfair Ivy, how about you put Raphaella in her place?"

"Will do, I will require Ashes to take care of Tim and TS to bring its collection of straps. Lyf should be informed as well that there is a 75% chance he will enjoy watching Marius unravel." Ivy was undoing her belt. "Raphaella, I need you to strip now and unhand Jonny's penis or I will make you." Her voice was the softest, and she was barely taller than Jonny, but hearing a soft moan from Raphaella answered the question on who topped.

Jonny sinks his teeth into Tim's shoulder when Raphaella hand leaves his exposed dick.

"Are you streaming this to Brian?" Nastya smiles and takes a seat to watch in the corner. "Good, let him know I'm going to fine tune his nerves."

In a different position, he wanted Marius to use what he was packing on his own dick. Could he fit inside the tip? He felt a roll of pleasure wash over him at the thought alone. He had to ask Tim. His eyes rolled back as Tim bucked his hips.

"Oh Jonny, my little kitty, if you're going to bite, do it like you mean it." Tim traced his fingers down Jonny's back.

Marius leaned back and whined as Jonny squeezed in response. "Ca- fuck. Fuck if you don't get Lyf here to fuck me, I'm pulling you off of Tim and riding you." Jonny's claws felt delicious on his dick.

Jonny growls again, biting down harder. Feeling strong hands cup his ass.

"Been a while you feral fuck." Ashes chuckles. "TS got me all the fun toys. If Tim wasn't balls deep I would have you on the biggest thing I've got just to watch you struggle to take it like a good little breeding bitch."

Jonny soundless whines releasing his teeth. He licks at the blood, making Tim shudder.

Ashes chuckles at Marius. "Using Marius as a stress toy? Good boy. Now, since I can't play with you, Tim, slide back, and I'm going to prepare you. Whatever I use I expect a thank you."

"Yes, Hades." Tim thrusts up as the cold feeling of fresh lube.

Jonny gasps. He wanted more. He wanted to feel Ashes's scales on his skin. He was getting impatient, with the noises Marius was making, and Tim's shallow thrusts. He needed more touch. He wanted o-oh! He could feel TS's wooden hands on his back.

"This Seems Very Fun!" TS sounded as cheerful as ever. "It Seems You Have Another Hole I Will Play With."

Jonny purrs in delight. He bites his lip, when the fuck did TS learn how to do that and how the fuck is it this good? He was going to be stuffed in both holes, and he can't wait. He doesn't realize Lyf is here till Marius starts to make loud noises he can't quite place as moans. It was a weird clicking, but with how wet he felt, they were good noises.

"For fucks sake, Byron if you were going to get this unraveled I expect more clothes off." Lyf's low voice sent shivers down Jonny's back and he wasn't even talking to him. "Well get into position and don't you dare let Jonny's hand leave your cock."

Jonny was certain he wouldn't let go he liked the feeling way too much and couldn't help but imagine how it would feel in his mouth or on his own dick. Unfortunately, from his angle, he couldn't see what Lyf was packing as his pants fell to the floor. Marius was no longer speaking a language he could understand or making noises that sounded remotely like a creature could make, but it went straight to his own dick that nearly went back to being internal. He turned to his right to see Raphaella getting railed by Ivy. That was a massive toy made for two, and Ivy seemed to be an expert.

Ashes chuckles. "It seems your cockwarmer is getting distracted. I know the perfect way to fix that Persephone."

Tim drool as his hips went up and Jonny felt it. "Big... very big Hades."

"Only the best for my girl." Ashes chuckles. "You better cum into your toy like a good bitch."

Jonny purrs loud from that alone. He was close himself from the sights, feelings and fuck the sounds. His toes curled, listening to Tim whine and moan. His vision went white as he came harder than he ever thought was possible, TS pressed all the right spots and Tim cumming sent him over the edge. His eyelids grew heavy as he slipped into unconscious bliss.

......

Jonny grimaced and opened his eyes. He softly gasps he is in a warm bath, Aurora doesn't let him bathe at all, and he doesn't even let him have one in his bathroom. He wasn't even that sore. The petals in the water annoyed him, but he couldn't really do anything about that. He sunk into the warm, soapy water.

"You know tin would be doing this if he wasn't still out cold." Marius chuckles.

Jonny furrows his brows and motions vaguely with his hands, not bothering to try to talk.

"My species are known for sex that can last weeks, months if it's a heat and bonding. I love you guys, and I love Lyf, but the most he can stand is a few hours, which isn't his fault. My species is quite violent, so why would the sex be different. Oh, the crew has passed me around a few days at a time. It's fun, but it's fun but not really the same. Anyway, Aurora suggested a bath for you as a gift." Marius smiles.

It was the perfect gift. Jonny adored water and baths. His species however if from the desert, and that means he would get sick if he did it as much as he wanted. He purrs softly as Marius cleans his hair and horns.

"I do have to ask, about before. Was that ok? We kind of rushed into it." Marius smiles softly as Jonny nods. "Good I was worried we rushed you into it. Did it bother your plants?"

Jonny tilted his head confused.

"Right, better question, can you feel the plants?" Marius raised a brow when Jonny made a so-so motion. "It depends on the situation."

Jonny nods. He tries to speak and to his surprise, and Marius's noise comes forth. It was rough and nowhere near healed enough to sound like his normal self. He slowly begins to speak. "I..." He takes a breath. "If it... um"

"If Tim knocked you up." Marius added.

Jonny nodded. "I don't want to get rid of it. Before you ask, I don't think the plants would hurt it or kill it. I just, fuck never had this risk before. Tim and I were always careful, I made him wear condoms, or Ashes used their toys. Maybe it's the stupid plants or the high from the sex but I think I want to stay. I want to see where this goes. I want to create a story for us."

"Well, that means no drinking or smoking.... um actually wait would that hurt the fetus?" Marius pauses. "With my species, it would be harmful if the expecting didn't do that."

"Marius, every time I learn something new about your species, I want to punch you in the face." Jonny sighs. "I'm clean, didn't excatly hide away alcohol or smokes in my food storage. Also, I don't think I can smoke anymore, I might actually throw up. I can't tell you how many cigarettes and cigars I went through trying to kill the plants in my lungs."

"You didn't actually answer my question." Marius chuckles.

"If it did stick, this will be the last bath I have till the brat is here. Water could trigger an early labor and a go-to for New Texans for an easy abortion. Well, if you had the money to get the water or alcohol, any liquid worked. Women would do that to get out of forced marriages, but they didn't stop the rape though. Maybe it's different now and finally equal on the gender thing. Anyway, it's not unheard of for someone with straight horns to have kids." Jonny sinks in the water with a blush on his cheeks.

"Never thought I would live to hear the day Jonny talks about his planet and the culture. Ivy is going to kill me for this information, but I won't tell her." Marius smiles. "I'm not going to ask for more details. You deserve to come around on your own, but I would like you back in my office in two weeks to check."

"Is it bad that I'm hoping it sticks?" Jonny stretched out his legs. "I want it to be Tim's, too. Can't be yours. Your species has that weird biological rule and shit."

"Just because I can't breed with a different species unless we are bonded through heat isn't weird." Marius huffs. "I hope it did work, I haven't seen you smile like this since before DTTM. If not, then we just have to plan another improtu group sex, or just throw you and Tim in a closet till you tire each other out."

Jonny snorts. "I guess if it's the doctors orders."

"Now you're just delirious, come on up and out of the bath." Marius picks Jonny out of the tub. "A quick shower than I'm going to wrap you snug in a towel."

"Don't threaten me with a good time." Jonny giggles clearly exhausted but happy.

.......

Jonny woke up next in a mess of limbs, and the smell of sex was completely gone. TS, Brian, and Marius probably leaned up. He wiggles his arm free only to have a tendril wrap around him. That was probably Lyf, Tim warned him about, but he couldn't seem to care as he fell back asleep.

.......

"The plants have seem to retreated for now, but I don't think we'll be able to remove the choker around your neck or the various flowers on your body." Raphaella smiles. "So that's good news in other news. Why are you twitchy? It's good news."

"I promised I meet Marius today, so can we speed this along?" Jonny already hopped off the table, buttoning up his shirt.

"Marius, huh? Does Tim know?" Raphaella chuckles.

"It's gonna be a surprise." Jonny shoots finger guns and runs off to the infirmary, leaving a very confused Raphaella. It wasn't a long run, and he nearly crashed into Lyf, heading inside.

"Ah! Oh, hi Jonny, you seem excited for whatever Marius planned for you today." Lyf blinks. "Do you need me?"

"Nope, not a sex thing." Jonny looked nearly giddy with excitement and anticipation as he ran into the infirmary.

"I....I didn't think it was?" Lyf shakes his head and heads down the hall.

Marius laughs. "Jonny, relax. It's not even that hard of a test."

"I'm not worried!" Jonny huffs. "I'm excited."

"You know if it's positive." Marius takes a small droplet of blood for the test. "You can't be running around like that, especially since majority of us is armed and don't do well with surprises."

"I'll be safe! I'll stick to the vents like Nastya." Jonny huffs and crosses his arms. "So? Tell me!"

Marius pulls down his monocle goggles to be dramatic. He didn't excatly hide his smile. "Congratulations, Jonny." He started to chuckle, watching the flowers bloom around his neck.

"Really?" Jonny was nearly vibrating with excitement. "Wait no fuck it test me again."

"Jonny, it's a very clear - oof." Marius chuckles softly as Jonny hugs him tight.

"Fuck I gotta tell Tim." Jonny smiles wide and pushes Marius away. "Don't tell nobody I'm gonna surprise my partner first." He laughs manically as he rushed down the halls.

[cuntydreamgirl]

dianaaaa tell me all about your life and your thoughts and your recommendations and your loves!!!!! treat it like a newsletter i want to hear it all <3333333

finally had time to answer this ugh

so love life = non existent. BUT there’s a new guy at my job and he’s making my life just that bit more exciting. wish i was bold enough to make a move but i’m not. so i’ll just admire from afar

right now i’m just excited for the fall semester. i can’t wait to go back. also. you don’t understand!!! i’m so committed to dressing up everyday. want to give model off duty 24/7 yk

i don’t want to elevate just my outfits but literally everything! including accessories! i’ve been loving chunky jewelry lately and mixing silver and gold. it’s just so cool girl. i’ve also been looking for the perfect pair of sandals. oh and also! i want to buy mary jane flats SO SO BAD.

also now that love island is over (best season ever btw!!!), i’ve been rewatching criminal minds a lot. people have gilmore girls as their fall show but this is mine. and since halloween is coming up, i’m starting to think of what i wanna be. because i actually want to go out and have fun this year so give me ideas pls!!! i’m not too sure of my plans yet except that i know i am going to go clubbing with my friends at some point. aka my excuse to dress slutty for a night LOL

ALSO ALSO i’m still trying to get olivia tickets for august (manifest for me 🙏🏼) but that got me thinking that one of my costumes should be her. is that stupid? but i love her guts tour outfits especially these two. or the sparkly shorts and one of her iconic tees

recs! i don’t have any (unless you haven’t watched love island usa s6) because i’ve literally been rotting away this past week. doing absolutely nothing. wait actually yes i have a makeup rec! i love the saie sunglow!!! perfect for the summer, it leaves you so glowy

that’s all i can think of for now. sorry for the late response, love you MWAH <3

[suratan-zir]

Let me just tell you, things have been frustrating.

So I suddenly had this immense desire to create *something* in the sims. Because I usually make cc when I am most anxious, and lately it's been one big endless panic attack.

again, sorry to those of you poor souls who followed this blog only for war news, you can block my sims tags if you don't want to deal with this nonsense on your dash

Then this desire transformed into the need to make lip gloss, because I don't already have like a bazillion of those nor do I totally suck at creating makeup (yeah, I am really bad at it)

But we still have electricity only for 2 hours at a time, and I'm reeeally slow at cc creating.

So basically, it's like an hour passes but nothing gets done. Then when I think I'm making progress, I load my game for eternity, only to see some weird imperfections that wasn't present on the texture itself and was overlooked in Bodyshop. Then it takes another two hours to try and figure it out. It is so counterproductive. And btw, why is it so dang difficult to create a makeup in this game that would look decent on darker skin tones? Stupid makeup has no business being so hard to put together.

Anyway, I ended up with this mess you see on the screenshots. I thought I liked it, but my partner said it's "too shiny". It was the original goal?? But now I'm questioning myself, maybe it is too shiny/glossy after all? Too 2008-esque?

I think you've already guessed, I made this post just to vent into the void. idk if I'll share this lip gloss, because I'm not sure I can finish it with the power outages and also knowing my indecisiveness in choosing colors.

Thank you for listening. Hope y'all are doing well for the most part.

[nothingmatters-everythingmatters]

I've recently been thinking about online aesthetics (basically glorified trends imo) and how I've noticed that they're mostly - not completely, but still very noticeabley - "aimed" at women. I'm thinking of "clean girls" and "pilates princesses" and "mob wives" and even as far back as the late 2010s vsco or soft girl. I'm also thinking about big/popular aesthetics without the word "girl" in them, like cottage core for example (an aesthetic I'm often described to have and do enjoy without necessarily actively trying to incorporate it into my life). Sure, no one is stopping a guy from being cottage core, but they're so obviously more aimed at women. (ex: the makeup or feminine clothing often at the centre of some of these aesthetics (although I firmly believe clothes and makeup =/= gender/sexe), the overwhelming usage of pictures of young women in mood boards, the female demographic which interacts with the aesthetic by a huge margin etc)

I don't think it's a bad thing in itself, but we all know by now how often aesthetics have become very centered around consumerism and can encourage harmful beauty standards, so it's interesting to me how coincidentally these very aesthetics often target women and have mainly women engaging with them. Maybe some food for thought?

BTW, when I talk about aesthetics being "aimed at" women, I'm mostly talking about the ones with the word "girl" in them (ex clean girl) since it's literally in the name and those ones often are especially consumerism centered and tend to get big thanks to tiktok or Instagram beauty/fashion/lifestyle influencers. I don't believe that all aesthetics, or even most of them, are carefully designed and spread by malicious corporations or something to prey on women. But nonetheless there is still an undeniable target audience I believe.

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jellyfish anon I swear you are in my brain sometimes because as someone who has fallen down the aesthetics wiki rabbit hole and the gender wiki rabbit hole I do in fact think about this and know a little too much about the fact these extensive wikis exist at all lmao

honestly, this topic could absolutely be the start of a research paper, as I'm sure that the history of tying femininity/womanhood to consumerism has actually been a complex trend that reflects the changing social position of women as a class over time. something about the "performance" present in the gender stereotype associated with being female. something about how men are allowed to exist without thinking how they look to others, how women are more scrutinized for the way they present. something how women's identities are tied to appearances first. maybe even something on how social media exacerbates this by adding yet another layer. a digital one, to the performance. actually, this reminds me of an interesting sort of topic to ruminate on, the performative nature of femininity and how that changes the way we even think about ourselves and identity, how we are almost trained to present ourselves for others before thinking about what we actually want for ourselves! I remember when I was first really thinking about the topic of aesthetics and femininity, I really wished I could find more opinion/analysis on the topic more than just "this aesthetic is weird and here's why" or "all aesthetics are fine and that's good" because it is a very branching subject with so much scholarly potential, but the avenues where I got my research was primarily video essays (unfortunately) and those were pretty simplistic in analysis. this ask is a good reminder that I should revisit the search for that kind of thing now that I'm (hopefully) better at research and finding more diverse bodies of work discussing this kind of stuff. obscure medium blogs and wordpress sites here I come! I am also definitely going to chew on this subject a bit now that I'm reminded of it. maybe write something once I feel like I have more of a concrete thesis in mind to explore? very fun stuff though.

keep these asks coming not only are they well written but they are an amazing start to some social analysis and discussion! literally I have been deprived of my usual rambly overthinking in the last week so it is nice to find myself here once again :)

[understandingbimbos]

no offense intended to anyone (im about to say something at least mildly offensive) but i saw a really bad post about "bimbos of color" that one of my followers on here reblogged. not only did the women not look like bimbos but one of the images was even very obviously AI generated.

its kind of been bothering me, especially since i've been planning a bimbo diversity post for a while now, though mine was more about the importance of personal expression. i want to make a point that all bimbos don't need to look the same. a lot of bimbo blogs on here and in general bimbo spaces online just stick to one look and i hate that women might see that and think they genuinely need to sacrifice their individuality to be a bimbo. and i realize you may be thinking "they do, that's the point of being a bimbo", i understand that and some women may just want to sacrifice their individuality and be a carbon copy of a carbon copy, but i disagree. i believe there's room for fat bimbos, flat bimbos, natural bimbos, punk bimbos,, etcetera etcetera. the problem is

finding examples

figuring out the common "bimbo tells" -- how do all these women look "bimbo" when they all look different?

because i don't much about makeup, photoshop, facetune, or... anything in regards to beauty and physical appearance. i even looked through Pink Bimbo Academy's blog to see if I could get some sort of idea (i really admire what they do, btw) but maybe i'm tackling this all from the wrong angle and Limerick's tool box theory (it wasn't even Limerick's, hell, I'd came up with the same idea earlier) is the one to utilize in this instance. all these different women don't look like bimbos because they look alike... but because they look like bimbos.

my old notes explain it better:

i think another reason why the idea of bimbo diversity has been weighing down on me so much lately because of Ashten, Ashten and everybody. i would just like to emphasize once again that copious amounts of extremely dangerous surgery isn't the only way.

im posting this as an example but i don't even know how dangerous lip fillers/injections are... go figure. anyway, expect a post maybe later tonight. im not sure if itll be writing or just pictures at this point or what. and there may be drawings instead of just IRL examples bc im sure they exist but examples of fat bimbos have been extremely hard to find... maybe i'll make two posts.

[starrypawz]

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𖦹°‧★ Favourite song(s): Oh man this is always a hard one I'll give you a few that seem to have had me in a chokehold for various reasons

Twin Skeletons Fall Out Boy (this one just came back and hit me like a truck a while ago as I was so obsessed with that song when the album came out)

The Funeral Yungblud (Just ough also Gerry coded af)

King Florence + the Machine (It's been over a year and it's still got me good)

Psychopomp Hozier (I think it's my song off the new album but also I haven't had the emotional strength to listen to the album again as i listened to it beginning to end and it wrecked me)

Don't Fear the Reaper Blue Oyster Cult (my forever number one, my ride or die, my rotten solider my good time boy the fact i got obsessed with this song at age 11 is probably a good sign i'd eventually become a goth yes i am aware it is not a goth song ok but the vibes ok it's THE VIBES)

Black Me Out Against Me! (This song came and kicked me in the face and I went thank you)

Big Bad Wolf In This Moment (How did I not know this band existed until recently I have no idea but it's so my vibe I'm almost mad about it I also want to steal all Maria Brinks makeup looks)

Flesh babychaos (can't describe what it is it, just vibes good and it legit made me get tingles)

𖦹°‧★ Favourite colour(s): black, grey, purple, silver, turquoise

𖦹°‧★ Currently Watching: (Go watch Emily she's a great youtuber to watch if you like casual chatty alternative subculture themed videos)

𖦹°‧★ Last Movie: In terms of cinema movies The Barbie Movie it was very good, I don't think I've actually really watched any movies on streaming lately

𖦹°‧★ Sweet, spicy or savory: Sweet tbh but also the best combo is sweet + savoury and you can fight me on that (salted caramel though)

𖦹°‧★ Relationship Status: single, and likely to stay that way and i'm good with it

𖦹°‧★ Current Obsession: fandom wise still mostly TMA, FHR and The Passenger, although apparently Eddie and Elio are coming to the surface again. and then apparently my brain has been going on a bit of a philosophical/spiritual kick currently you're all getting subjected to I guess it's what happens when you finally get medicated for adhd and your brain goes OH GOOD I CAN THINK THE BIG THOUGHTS NOW AND NOT GET DISTRACTED and the autistic part of my brain is like 'I have control now >:3'

Also after playing the demo a while back I'm like 👀 at what's wrong with sunny day jack (I can't believe i've essentially gone a bit googly eyed over a big buff clown man but also)

𖦹°‧★ Last thing I googled: killstar top with mask so i could show a friend a shirt i own

this is the shirt btw

[abcdosaka]

lately i’ve been feeling all kinds of nothing but also feeling kinda good. i feel like my life is so limited and there’s so much to open up. when i move out i think i’ll try to get out more but only a little bit, at heart i’m still kind of a homebody hehe

also i wore makeup to meet sp (i almost never wear it) and i did that lip combo i came up w recently and tbh i felt like a hot girl. it felt like i was playing dress up or i was in drag or acting in a play as if i was a baddie. i could maybe get into it since it’s fun to act like someone i’m not and try something new but also my makeup gives me a headache. maybe bc it’s all from like 2017 lol. it kinda makes me appreciate that i go barefaced everywhere one thing abt me is i have a pretty strong sense of self when it comes to my body. i don’t care about being ugly or pretty that much bc it’s not like smelling bad or something. like my arm hairs and dark under eyes are me, what would i do if i didn’t have those as a part of me

i was a little scared bc there was a guy who was acting a lil sus sitting in front of me on the bus and i was like ? why are you being so weird? but also idk maybe it was just me being paranoid. he stopped being weird when someone sat down next to me though so

idk thinking that men might be looking at me in any sort of way, whether it’s positive or negative, makes me feel very uncomfortable. it’s why i don’t wear my cute kinda low cut shirts or dresses/skirts or do makeup. it gives me this weird feeling of wanting to hide and become invisible. idk if it’s the lesbianness of it all or if i should talk to a therapist.

it’s not like i hate them but it’s like that fantasy i always have when i’m driving or in a passenger seat and there’s traffic. i wish that every single car would disappear so that i can cruise down any road i please and ignore signals and signs. the men are traffic in this case.

sometimes it’s hard to see men as people and not like unpredictable mammals that provoke at a single glance. NO OFFENSE BTW there’s plenty of women i hate too but at least they’re easier for me to read. like i’ll think a guy is pissed off but turns out he’s joking, or i’ll think a guy is joking abt being pissed but turns out he’s serious. then again it’s women who have the most emotional damage to me so maybe i’m just not that good at reading ppl. or is it?

the thing is i think i’ve trained myself to not dehumanize women just bc it feels too easy to do that, like turning them into evil manipulators or bitter weirdos. with men it’s like they’re so dime a dozen that it’s just bound to happen that they turn into numbers for me. it’s unfair but unfortunately society and whatever. well i know deep down everyone is a unique person with everything good and bad that entails. maybe it’s a me thing.

[wonwoonlight]

OFC YOU'RE MY FAV WRITERRR 😚 if theres someone ever talk badly about your writing, I WILL PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE 😡🤜🏻👤

when you said that it felt like reading a little sister's diary i was like IEBDIENJDBD YOU MAKE ME SHY (≧//w//≦) [yup im using emoticon instead of emoji because theres none that can describe how im feeling 😤] + maybe im rarely talk & write in english too so thats why my sentence looks like kinda childish sometimes (?)

hmm i think i will spend my breaks by watch some old svt content because im a baby carat actually 🥹 and watch kdramas & read a little bit webtoon i guess because the one that im watching currently is from webtoon which is see you in my 19th life. the kdrama is still on going so i guess i will read the webtoon while waiting for the new episodes 😪 basically i think i will not going anywhere at all because i really like to stay at home like woozi 😂

+ do some research about skincare and makeup that suitable for me. even though im 19, i swear my only basic step is cleanser because i dont face any skin problem that kinda bad such as acne, scars etc and my sisters said that my skin kinda the most flawless one among our sibling 🤷🏻‍♀️ but dont worry i've come to my sense now 😌 my problem right now are dull & uneven skin tone 🫤 so yup im gonna do it properly now 😤

to answer your question regarding my ideal type in relationship,,, tbh idk the exact ideal type because i have never ever been in a relationship actually so im not sure who is the closest one 😂 i think maybe scoups, jeonghan, hoshi & mingyu 🤔 (i cant pick one 😌) in conclusion, i think the one that extroverted & fun, lead in relationship, make me feel protected & appreciated are my ideal type i guess 🥰 (im sorry it become lengthy here & idk why suddenly it become my ideal type presentation kind of situation here 😭)

its kinda sucks actually because even i myself dont know how my behaviour will be like if im in a relationship 😭 like am i gonna be the childish one or the matured one 🧐 talking about relationship i want to tell you a story about me and this boy but i will continue tomorrow because it become reallllllyyyy long so i will stop hereee

btw how are you doing lately? i hope the world not being too cruel much for you 🫂

- 🎀 anon

OMG NO DONT GET VIOLENCE FOR MY SAKE BUT THANK U I LOVE YOUUUU

Your english is fine but yes you're very cute!!!!! I love having younger sisters bc i only have younger brother irl lol and even that emoji itself is very younger sister of you😭😭😭😭🩷🩷

WELCOMEEEEE BABY CARATTTTTT!!! Pls never hesitate to come here and relay ur commentary on svt contents lol i love hearing them. I hope you're gonna have fun!!!!

Oh my skincare research can be an ass... i take the easy route of asking my friend who alrd did her research, until i decide I'll just choose whatever bc, in the end, it's kind of a game a of luck 😭 what works for other might not work for you. So, wishing you luck!!!!

I've been good!!! I'm gonna fly home for a few days so I'm excited bc it's been 9 months since I last saw my family haha. I had to miss classes for that, but it's gonna be worth it so whatever lol.