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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Strawberry

High honour Arthur Morgan x F!reader

Warnings - minors DNI, 18+, smut, fluff

A/N - Ayo I haven’t written anything in a while, I’m a bit rusty. Be kind Lmao not proof read

‘Can I get a bath please?’ The gruff voice echoed from the lobby of the small hotel you worked in. You knew that voice instantly. Arthur Morgan. The outlaw, your outlaw. He’d been coming to the hotel in Strawberry on and off for a few months, but his visits became more frequent once you’d started working.

You adjusted your bosom and tightened the corset which hugged your figure, flattering every curve. Straightening out your blue petticoat you quickly added a small amount of rouge to your lips. A present from your aunt who lived in Paris. Adding a small touch of jasmine oil to your neck, it was the final touch.

In the bath room you lit the fire and tidied up a little bit, you always wanted to make it perfect for him. He was so handsome, a strong jaw littered with stubble, sparkling blue eyes and sandy coloured hair. Considering he was an outlaw he was nothing but respectful to you. You watched as his eyes lingered on your lips, your collarbones, your neck. But he never made a pass at you.

You knocked on his bedroom door, your heart pounded in your chest. ‘Yeah?’ His voice boomed from behind the door. ‘Bath is ready’ you chirped, again smoothing out your petticoats. He swung the door open, his face softening instantly when he met your gaze. ‘There she is’ he cooed ‘how’ve you been darlin?’

That name.

It made you swoon every time. Every damn time.

‘I been fine, workin’ mostly. How bout you?’ You smiled up at him, his broad physique filled the doorway. He was dressed in all black, his sleeves rolled up showing off his golden muscular arms. ‘Ohhh you know. This n that, nothing too excitin’’ he drawled, the corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk.

‘Why don’t I believe you Mr Morgan. You been getting into fights again?’ You nodded at his gloved hands, he never wore gloves. Crossing your arms, you grinned up at the outlaw stood before you. He stayed silent. ‘Hmm. Baths ready’ you winked as you moved away from him.

Grabbing your arm he stopped you in your tracks ‘gimme five minutes darlin, I’ll see you in there.’ Nodding you offered him a warm smile before leaving to give him some privacy. Your heart thundered in your chest at his touch, his worn leather gloves felt smooth against your skin. The heat from his hands bled through searing your skin at the touch.

You busied yourself for a few minutes before returning to the bath room. Knocking on the door your sweet voice pierced the wood, ‘need any help in there?’ Biting your lip you eagerly waiting for his reply. ‘Come on in darlin.’ Butterflies swarmed in your stomach, you felt more nervous than normal.

Entering the room the warm glow from the fire shrouded Arthur as he led in the bronze tub. He looked insanely beautiful, his eyes met yours, instantly captivating you. The brilliant blue shone against the whites of his eyes. But you instantly noticed new wounds on his chest, his arms, his knuckles. Noticing your horrified expression he glanced at his body. ‘Ain’t nothing sweetheart, come here.’

Doing as you were told you went and sat on the small stool next to the bath. ‘Arthur what have you been up to?’ You whispered, as you lightly grazed your hand over his bicep. He gripped your hand and placed a tender kiss along your knuckles, ‘it ain’t nothin, I promise.’ You raised an eyebrow and pressed your lips together unimpressed.

It may have only been a few months of knowing him but you’d grown rather fond of him. Looking forward to his visits, his stories … and well just being with him. Even if it was just assisting him with his hygiene.

Noticing your glazed over expression Arthur placed his hand around your cheek, cupping your jaw so gently. The sudden warmth brought you back and you locked eyes with him, smiling softly into his touch. ‘Hi’ you whispered. ‘You better not be worrying about me, I don’t deserve that from yah.’

Pulling away instantly you slapped his hand ‘Arthur Morgan! Do not tell me what you’re worthy of, I will decide that. You’re worth so much more than you allow yourself to be’ you chided. A small blush crept along his cheeks at the reprimand, he didn’t think he was worthy of anything from you. He didn’t deserve your kindness.

‘Enough of that, tell me what you been up to’ you asked motioning him to give him his arm to wash. As you washed his muscular form he filled you in on his recent adventures, hunting bison with a gang mender called Charles, getting into a bar fight in Valentine. Which would explain the bruising. You laughed heartily at Arthur being called ‘pretty boy’. Oh that sound, the sound of your laughter filled Arthur with a warmth he missed so dear, it was addicting.

You rubbed your hands in his hair, lathering the sage shampoo lather amongst his sandy locks. His groans slightly as you dig your nails into his scalp, smiling to yourself you caught him roll his hips. The milky white water waving just slightly that you were sure you saw his cock hardening. Deciding to push this a little further you continued to massage his head, but this time bending down to nip at his ear.

‘Carry on doin that sweetheart and I might just have to have my way wit chu.’ His voice was thick, oozing with utter desire and want. Feeling a little more confident you dropped your hands to his neck, encasing his jaw within your palms. You nipped his ear again smiling as you whispered ‘maybe I want you to cowboy.’

A guttural growl left his chest as his chest heaved, ‘go to my room, I expect you be to naked by the time I get in there. Understood?’ He pulled your arms down over his chest, forcing your body to lay on his wet skin. Kissing your arm he let you go ‘go on woman.’

Needing no more direction you bounced into his room, quickly untying your shoes and stopping down to nothing but the skin you were born in. Lying down on his bed you draped yourself over the mattress. Your heart thundered in your chest as you tried to catch your breath. Hearing the bathroom door shut nearly sent you over the edge. You’d wanted this for so long and it was finally happening.

He entered the room wrapped in a towel, his wet hair stuck to his face framing it strand by strand. Your eyes widened at his body, B-road shoulders, pectorals harder than stone, a mass of hair on his chest which lead to a blonde happy trail. The towel sat dangerously low on his hips which swayed as he walked over to you. ‘Jesus woman. You’re beautiful.’

You felt heat rise within your body at the compliment, not used to receiving them from anyone. Arthur stood before you in all his glory, the subtle smell of sage invaded your senses only heightening your senses. He ran his thumb along your jaw, pulling your chin up to look at him. ‘Sure you want this?’ He asked, concern suddenly laced within the azure of his eyes. Nodding firmly you reached up to his towel, pulling it firmly away. ‘More than anything Arthur.’

With that he pushed you backward onto the bed, pinning your hands above your head. His hovered his lips just slightly above yours, his breath fanned ever so softly over your face. His eyes scanned your face, taking in every detail, committing it to memory, he want going to rush this. Slowly but surely he lowered his lips to yours, pulling you into a tender kiss. His lips were softer than you thought, the subtle gently tickled your skin as he began to move his jaw.

Tentatively he opened his jaw, opening yours with it. You groaned softly into his mouth as he swiped his tongue along yours. Pushing your tongue into his mouth he rolled his hips into yours, the kiss deepened as you both fought for dominance. Arms still pinned above your head he broke off the kiss and kissed along your neck to your ear. ‘Beautiful’ he whispered.

He nipped along your collar bones and began to kiss down your body, your breasts as he released your arms. Instantly they wrapped over his shoulders, as you scratched at his back. Hissing into your skin he hovered above your thighs, his breath teasing your weeping cunt. ‘Touch me … please’ you whined. Hips bucking and grinding into the bed beneath.

‘So beautiful when you beg. So perfect’ he drawled, his southern tongue heavy and sweet like honey. A laugh escaped your chest as you threw your head back, part disbelief, part annoyance. Without warning he threw your leg over his shoulder and swiped his tongue along your slit. A moan flew from the depths of your chest at the sudden intrusion. His tongue felt glossy and slick along your folds as he began to concentrate on your swollen clit.

‘Fuuuuuck Arthur’ you moaned, twisting your hands into the sheets. He hummed into you, the vibration permeating your skin adding a new sensation you’d never experienced before. As you looked down you saw he already had his eyes fixed on you. Drinking in every expression, every twitch, every moan that fell from your swollen lips. ‘Yes … feels so good’ you panted, toes pointed on his shoulders.

Wanting to push you further he slowly pushed a finger into you, stretching your hole with his thick finger. He built up a rhythm, alternating his finger and tongue, working your clit, focused on your pleasure. And your pleasure alone. When he felt you relax against him he added another finger. Soon enough he middle and ring finger we’re punishing your hole as he biting his face into your cunt. In between moans he muttered into you ‘taste so good darlin, so fuckin good.’

You reached down grabbing his hair ‘want you, please …’ you panted. Unable to take anymore, you needed him and needed him now. Pulling away from your pussy he lowly licked his lips, savouring every morsel of you.

Crawling back up your body he kissed you again, this time allowing you to cup his face. As he lined himself up he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Pushing in his thick cock stretched you open, causing you both to gasp, mouths agape. ‘Mmmm good girl’ he purred as he began to thrust into you. You pulled him into your neck, nails desecrating his back from pure pleasure and lust. Red tendrils adorned his back, a display of your pleasure and deviance.

He panted against your neck, sweat began to build on both your bodies as he picked up the pace. ‘Feel so good sweetheart’ he said as he kissed and nipped at your neck. The room filled with the sound of skin on skin, the sweet sound of your wet pussy swallowing him whole.

Pulling out he motioned for you to get on top, sliding over his lap you sank down onto his weeping cock. Arthur threw his head back as you swallowed him whole once again. ‘That’s it, good girl, takin me so well.’ You started to roll your hips, grinding yourself along his pubic bone. He gripped your hips as he watched you come undone on top of him. Neck arched, head thrown back, as you succumbed to the intense pleasure.

You mumbled incoherent words as your high began to build. Your abdomen tightening and coiling. ‘Look at chu, cock drunk already. Doin so good sweetheart.’ You barely registered his voice over the static that now filled your ears. His thumb found your clit and he moved it in small circles, urging you to cum on his cock. As he felt you begin to clench around him he pulled you down to him. Resting your head on his he kissed your lips, still toying with your clit.

The cool snapped as your orgasm took over you, eyes snapped shut as you moaned into his mouth. He inhaled it like the finest opium, ‘keep goin’ … that’s it … I got chu.’ Brows furrowed together you desperately tried to catch your breath.

As you pulled back your high finally settling you were greeted with a warm smile. ‘There she is. Ready?’ He asked bearing his own orgasm. You nodded eagerly. ‘Where?’

‘My mouth.’

‘You’re gonna kill me woman.’

Climbing off him you knelt on the floor, eager and waiting. Arthur stood over you, pumping his thick cock with his hand. Groaning and whimpering softly, deciding to hello him out you took his cock in your mouth. Instantly pushing him to the back of your throat. He let out a choke of disbelief. ‘Goddamn sweetheart.’ You worked your mouth around his cock, savouring his taste on your tongue.

He pushed gently on the back of your head ‘I’m gonna cum sweetheart … damn … god’ he stuttered through his moans. Until thick ropes of cum laced your mouth and dripped down the back of your throat. He mopped up your saliva with his thumb before ducking his thumb.

After going you to your feet you placed a gentle kiss on your lips, pulling you into him. ‘How’d I get so lucky?’ He asked, stroking your hair ‘the most perfect beautiful woman wantin this ugly old bastard.’ Rolling your eyes you slapped him again, just like you did in the bath. ‘Arthur! Stop that. We’ve known each other months now, your smart, funny, kind. You mean so much to me.’

You brushed his hair out of his face, urging him to look at you. ‘I been sweet on you for a while now, if you ain’t noticed. I don’t want no one else.’ He traced his hands along your back, contemplating your words. ‘You mean it?’

‘Course I do Arthur. You’re perfect to me.’

He pressed his nose against yours before gently kissing it ‘you’re perfect to me too sweetheart. You make me real happy.’

‘Good. Make sure you come back and see me?’ You asked looking up at him with doe like eyes. ‘Darlin I don’t think I ever wanna leave yah. Why don’t you come with me? You’d make the happiest outlaw there ever was.’

Your mouth fell open, you’d only ever known Strawberry, ever since your daddy kicked you out. But an adventure may be good, and an adventure with Arthur? Even better. Smiling up at him you cupped his cheeks, tears lining the brim of your eyes. ‘Sure Arthur. I’d love that.’

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robthegoodfellow · 2 months

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Fingers-in-my-word-doc Friday:

In honor of Friday, gimme a line several paragraphs from your latest WIP or project that involves hands. (Search-find hand, hands, fingers, fingerpad, nails, wrist, palm, thumb, heel, lifelines etc)

Tagged by @ihni, who has excellent timing. Using this as excuse to post preview of long delayed next chapter of Only One Bed:

The Catholic church on the edge of town rang its bells thrice a day—six in the AM, noon, six in the PM—and that first round of distant, steady clanging roused Billy from fitful sleep, however briefly, every morning without fail. He was used to it, even before moving to Hawkins; the Lutherans liked to do the same at his childhood church in San Diego.

That morning, he would’ve drifted off again—closing shift later—if not for a couple distracting factors. Number one, he had to piss, and usually he’d just roll out and stumble back without a thought because Ed slept like the dead once he was down, except that, number two, cuddled along Eddie’s side, his arm looped limp around her back, was… Chrissy. Who’d shifted, eyes fluttering, the moment Billy sat up.

Her enquiring hum was more a soft grunt.

“Sorry,” he whispered, barely audible over the hiss of the sheets as he slid free. “Gotta pee.”

Another hum, faintly acceding, like I’ll allow it, and Billy bit down on a bubble of mirth, spent his time before the porcelain throne and his foggy wander back to the bed a bit dumbfounded, awestruck in a way that made his chest tight, this balloon inside expanding past capacity.

It was Sunday. This time last week, he’d been bracing to lose something, not… find something. Gain something.

He’d assumed pushing Chrissy and Eddie together would necessarily push Billy and Eddie apart. Billy would be the one giving, not… getting.

Never in his wildest imagining had Billy anticipated last night. That, holding Eddie out to her, poised for release, Chrissy would grab onto them both. Together, but also—separately.

And Billy never expected he’d so badly want to grab onto her in return.

Quiet as he could, he slipped between the sheets, sat propped against the headboard, and seeing them snuggled in the dark set off that same buoyant burst as before. Not just for Eddie. The pang of possessive fondness… it was for her, too.

Possessive and protective. Chrissy had fallen apart, let him tend to the pieces, bundle her up safe, and it was almost desperate, irrational, how much he wanted to be there when she needed that, but also…

He swallowed, rubbing his chest like that would calm whatever was wrestling for purchase, and tried to parse the chaos, the known and familiar feelings from the rest.

Because the past week had stomped all over the sandy bottom of his psyche, stirred what he tried so hard to keep submerged until it was nothing but swirling murk. And when it got like that, the best thing to do was keep real still, wait for it to settle.

Slight movement beneath a pillow, and his gaze cut to the slender hand as it emerged to nudge his own, resting on the mattress by his hip. Chrissy gave no other sign of being awake, and maybe she wasn’t, maybe she was just stretching in her sleep… but when he turned his hand, lightly held her fingers, brushing his thumb over soft knuckles, she squeezed, a brief pulse, weak from lying lax so long.

It lanced through him, this urge to scoop her up and really squeeze, so tight and consuming that it smothered everything bad.

Clingy, he diagnosed. He, Billy Hargrove, was feeling fucking clingy.

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the-fiction-witch · 3 months

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Weevo

Media - Star Wars Original Trilogy Character - Luke Skywalker (Original Trilogy) Couple - Luke X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Flirty af Word Count -2040

Luke stood as he always did, outside his uncle's moisture farm, looking out across the vast endless sand of Tatooine and its two large suns high for the afternoon. Bringing with them the endless inescapable heat. He sighed dreaming of a far-off distant planet, of travelling the endless stars, and as usual, his thoughts turned to Y/n. Who had jetted off with her parents to some distant place, every day he’d look up and wonder where she was.

Suddenly a loud whistle comes from behind him, and a Loud shout, "Farmboy!"

The voice was Y/n as she arrived at the farm on her speeder bike wearing her usual sandy brown jumpsuit and wrapping, with her Y/F/C hair in a braid down her back,

Luke turned around, his face lit up excitedly as he saw Y/n, "Hey Y/n! You’re here!"

She pulled up on her speeder bike jumped off and ran up to him, she jumped into his arms as usual kicking her feet, "I missed you!"

Luke chuckled as he spun her around, he held her tightly and hugged her close to his chest with a grin "Missed you too! It’s been so boring here without you around."

"I bet, it feels like forever since I saw you," she pouted nuzzling into his shirt

He nodded in agreement and held her close, "It has been forever, did you forget about me? Hmmm?"

"of course I didn't forget about you!" She chuckled as she pulled back putting her boots back in the sand, "I got you a present!"

Luke’s face lit up excitedly he raised his brows and tilted his head to one side, curious "You did? What is it? Gimme gimme!" And then he jokingly added, "Did you buy me a speederbike?!"

"you don't need a speeder bike that old cream and red land speeder works perfectly well" she laughs,

He grins playfully and rolled his eyes, jokingly acting offended as he places his hands on his hips "Hey! Don't talk about my speeder like that! It's a classic and it still works perfectly fine."

she rolled her eyes and grabbed a bag from the back of her speeder grabbing out something she hid behind her

He tilted his head to the side again and frowned in curiosity as she hid the second gift behind her, stepping closer to her, "Hey, don’t keep me waiting, lemme see what you hid!"

"you can have it... When I get something" she teased

He blinked in surprise and his frown grew deeper, he took another step closer to her and crossed his arms with an impish smirk, "What do you mean 'when I get something'? I’m not trading with you!"

she smiled moving her head a little to turn her cheek towards him, he knew what she wanted, what she always wanted.

He saw her smirk and smile, and he followed where she directed her head so she was presenting her cheek for him. He knew that smile, He sighed jokingly, "You always ask for the same thing."

"yep,"

He gave in like he always did and leaned in to kiss her cheek, He was whipped and she knew it, "There, are you happy now?"

she smiled before she whistled and as she did the tune seemed to be repeated behind her

Luke chuckled softly as she gave a kiss on the cheek too, but he frowned in confusion and curiosity as he heard the whistle get repeated by someone behind her

Luke tilted his head to one side, trying to see what it was,

she pulled the bag to her front and pulled it back revealing a small happy little droid, with one wheel, two little arms, and two big lenses on top, the droid seemed happy and eager to whistle a tune,

Luke's eyes widened in surprise and smiled, seeing the happy little droid whistling. He kneeled down to be at eye level with the droid "Woah, that's a little droid! Where did he come from?"

"found him During my trip, I figured I'd bring him back and let you have him he's a cute little guy"

Luke's face lit up even more and looked at Y/n excitedly, and then back at the little droid with a grin, "Are you serious? Do I get to keep him? He's like the cutest droid I have ever seen, look at him! Look at his little arms!"

"he's all yours, I've been calling him Weevo he seems to like it" she smiled setting the little droid on the sand and it happily ran circles around Luke's feet,

"I love him!" Luke was immediately attached to the little droid, he happily watched Weevo run around his feet while he smiled like a little kid on Life Day. "He's so little! And he's so cute, look at the little guy!"

"I'm glad you like him, maybe he can keep you company next time I go away"

Luke sighed and his face dropped slightly as she mentioned leaving again, he never did like it when she left. It was lonely here on Tatooine. And he wasn’t sure when she would return either but he didn’t want to stop her. He looked back down at Weevo before looking back up at Y/n, "Yeah, I suppose he can. Hopefully, you won’t be gone too long."

"who knows depends on how things go, but you know I'll always come back"

Luke gave a small nod at her words, he knelt in the sand with the little droid running in circles around his feet, he had to admit, at least this time she left with a gift "I just wish you didn't have to leave at all." He said with a pout.

"well, maybe one day your uncle will let you come with me" she smiled giving his temple a kiss as she sat down in the sand too,

Luke's face immediately brightened at the thought of going with her, adventures away from boring old Tatooine? Now that’s a thought he liked. He smiled and tilted his head back to look up at her, "Yeah! Maybe one day Uncle Owen will change his mind, or I can just run away..."

"wouldn't that be nice? You and me doing little trips, maybe I could even let you share my cabin" she chuckled nuzzling his shoulder, but as she did little Weevo noticed he wasn't getting attention anymore so moved and sat his little droid body between their legs forcing them apart

Luke laughed at the little droid forcing them apart like a child trying to get his parents' attention. He reached a hand down to pat the droid's head with a fond smile "Jealous little droid, are you?" He then looked back up at Y/n with a little smirk, "You know I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you if we shared a cabin."

"that's the idea, certainly would be some entertainment for the long trip" she cooed rubbing her nose on his

Luke hummed in agreement and his nose scrunched up at her rubbing her nose on his. His smile widened to a cheeky grin as he looked up at her with a glint in his eye, his hand moved from the droid’s head to her lower back and he jokingly tugged at it to pull her closer, "I’d be all over you, I don’t think we’d even get any sleep."

"funny thing about travelling in space, no days, no nights so... You don't really sleep" she smirked leaning in for a kiss

Luke was so close to kissing her but again Weevo interrupted them. He let a frustrated sigh, they would never get to kiss because the droid kept interrupting them. It was cute, but annoying. He looked down back at the droid with a pout "Come on little guy... give us a little privacy here..."

weevo moved away sitting in the sand and folding himself into a cube

Luke was surprised that he actually gave them privacy. He looked back up at Y/n and smiled, now that the little droid wasn’t in their way anymore he was able pull her fully into his arms again and press his body against hers. He tilted his head and looked up at her "Finally... now where were we...?"

"... Hummm I think about here?" She cooed rubbing her nose on his

Luke let out a hum of agreement and chuckled, his hands moved to her thighs and slid up beneath the hem of her jumpsuit, his palms resting against her legs. He let out a sigh and looked up at her with a smirk and a glint in his eye "Yeah, right about here... do you think Weevo will let us kiss this time?"

"guess we'll just have to find out" she shrugged

He knew the droid would start whistling again, but he didn’t care. He wanted to kiss her and this time, droid or not, he was going to. He suddenly let go of her legs and reached up to grip her waist and pull her down on top of him, he smirked and tugged her body flush against his, and looked up at her with a cheeky grin "Let's find out..." With that thought, and with Y/n straddling his hips on top of him, Luke lifted his head to capture her lips with his in a kiss

she happily kissed him back her hands trailing into his blonde hair as she straddled his hips and the two quickly turned a few innocent kisses into a heavy makeout, but it's to be expected given how long it had been since they were together,

Luke let out a hum of satisfaction at the feel of her hands in his hair, he loved it when she ran her fingers through his blonde locks. But he didn't care, he had gone six months without her. His hands slid back down her thighs to rest against her hips, he couldn't keep his hands off her, he wanted more of her

Y/n moaned into the kiss a little as their kisses grew heavier and heavier but -

This time weevo made a point to loudly sing a little wolf whistle at them

Luke groaned and pulled away from her lips with a frustrated sigh. He looked over at the droid, still sitting in the sand in cube form and he knew the droid was doing this on purpose. He scowled playfully at the droid, pretending to glare at it "Damn little droid... he’s cock blocking us AGAIN"

weevo sat in the sand wolf whistling at the two one little hand over one of its lenses like a kid hiding

Y/n chuckled nuzzling her head into his neck "Don't blame him he's just excited"

Luke sighed as Y/n nuzzled her head into his neck, he pouted and he wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting against her lower back as he held her still straddling his hips "Excited about what? That he's interrupting us every time?" He grumbled and gave the little droid another glare,

"he can't talk when he's charging" she hinted in a whisper

A slight sly smirk appeared he hummed in thought at her words. If he wanted to have her all to himself and not be cockblocked by a droid any longer, he had to do something about it "I see... and how long does it take for him to charge?"

"an hour."

A smile slowly crept across his face at her answer and he chuckled, he slowly pulled his hands from her hips to rest them against her butt as he smirked up at her It was just his favourite spot on her, he’s never got tired of grabbing it"An hour huh? That’s plenty of time to have you all to myself"

Y/n chuckled and slapped his hands away before she got up and grabbed her bag heading inside towards Luke's room "Come on you two" she cooed and Weevo immediately bolted after her

Luke let out an offended gasp as she got off of him and hit his hands away from her butt. But He quickly got up and stood to follow her.

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yuusaris · 1 year

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Doc Dump - Almost And Enough (Shadowpeach, Lego Monkie Kid)

I have SO MANY irons in the fire right now, and this is something that has to get cut and will not be used in this particular fic. Woe, shadowpeach be upon ye

[So, I'm working on apiece taking place with Wukong in the broken scroll having to re-play his memories up to present day, but every deviation gets him sent back to Start, the curse not truly able to manifest in it's usual way. The ones with Macaque are the most difficult for him because of how differently he sees and feels about Macaque now.

Our Wukong is depicted by (Wukong) and any Wukong acting within the proper narrative is simply Wukong. The way that Tang and Pigsy and Sandy were stuck in their past lives - because Wukong has that self-knowledge to him, he's kind of able to weave between letting it happen while maintaining his awareness of himself, and being able to step in if he feels he needs to, or wants to re-establish control for himself.

This cut follows after a scene with a Drunk/Potentially-Not-Actually-Drunk Macaque at a Brotherhood banquet trying to elicit a kiss from a decidedly less drunk in-timeline Wukong, who is getting very uneasy vibes about it, despite the fondness for Mac's attention.

So, why are we cutting this?

A) I dislike how I wrote Wukong here - even for a younger self, I found this a little too hesitant and nervous. Even at his most uneasy, Wukong isn't one to stutter or lose his words, I was gunna imply maybe he was starting to feel the alcohol himself,but that just didn't pan out well.

B) I feel Macaque's a little too devious here, too unapologetic about manipulating Wukong at a point in his life where he is very much at beck-and-call. He's showing his hand a bit too fully as well, and I found it made for a distasteful character in a way I feel is out of character for /that period/ of Macaque and Wukong's relationship.

C) it didn't move. The end result we have here comes to a decided dead end and any attempts to move it passed this felt forced or unnatural and that is because this movement isn't the strongest I can make it. I have a better idea in mind to replace this sequence with, I'm not pressed.

Things I like, though?

I like the banter I got down for that intimate bit. I like how I wrote Azure, I think I nailed conveying disapproval without giving an implication that he feels anything for them - that being interpreted is different from my intention, after all - which does lend for this rather irksome Protector Syndrome that throws a wrench in things for these two, you get the idea that the mood is dead because Azure is this insistant and the inexperienced/manipulated Wukong is not weighing his situation well.

That being said - I do hope you enjoy]

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Macaque blinks, his sadness turning sour. His tail drops off Wukong’s waist, not in an ordinary disappointment, but one Wukong can still rectify. He grabs Macaque's arm before he can stand to storm off (“I’ts only--”), which he promptly shakes off.

Wukong can’t just watch him stumble off. He slips away from the feast and catches up to Macaque. “It’s only cuz you’re drunk.” He shakes the word in a show of seriousness, a show of care.

Macaque’s eyes roll then screw shut to avoid Wukong’s gaze. “What a hero.”

He jogs further in order to be in front, to speak to his face. “I just meant--”

“I know what you meant.” Macaque sounds almost entertained by how badly the night turned out, as if this should’ve been predictable.

(Wukong knows now it was.)

“-- that was intense,” Wukong presses. “I mean, specifically asking me to--”

“I knooww,” Macaque’s tilting tone is that of an overlectured student.

“Just cuz you don’t think you’re that drunk, doesn’t mean you’re not that drunk.” Wukong slows his erratic pace when Macaque does. He looks at Wukong with surprise (the same surprise Wukong’s feeling for himself) “Don’t gimme that look - a sober Macaque wouldn’t have tried that even if we were alone.”

(I really caught that?)

“--Doesn’t mean we should… overdo anything we--” Wukong stutters, “--that we, uh.. Would.. Think is smart to do. Y’know, sober or not.”

Of all the times Wukong’s tongue goes lax - this would be the one.

“Y’know because - I mean, it’s not like I’m not gunna want to…” The words stick to his throat. “Not that I'm saying you’re not attractive or - or weak… I like you -- beeeiiing forward. In general, I mean. Taking initiative, And the. ..banter was… it was, it was--”

He’s grabbed by his tunic knot. Macaque pulls Wukong close as he falls back against the solid stone of the mountain. To keep from toppling, Wukong brackets him with his arms.

“...Oh,” Wukong is breathless, feverish at Macaque’s grip on his clothes, keeping him this close. “This is… this’s.. Ah…”

Really happening, His mind races. Finally happening.

Wukong looks at Macaque, his shadow, bathed in the light of a night sky too bright to compare him to, a failure in its own right. Stars that only shine worthily when glinting off his teeth, and if a hero and a warrior are the sun and the moon, then where is the second hero to account for Macaque’s second eye?

Sounds fall out of him - “Okay.”

Wukong gets that prey feeling again when Macaque chuckles darkly. The corner of his mouth presses into a smile. “Just okay?”

For a moment, Wukong’s nerves even out, the excitement can rush through without spinning him.

“...Better than okay.” Wukong leans in, something wry on his face as he gets close to Macaque, close enough to smell plum wine and a musk only furr can cultivate. Macaque pushes up. “Much better than okay.”

He grips Macaque’s arm, between the elbow and shoulder, and gives a squeeze that’s permission and plea. Macaque’s move to his neck, gripping the hair and fur close enough to his fingers.

Macaque leans.

Wukong pulls.

Someone coughs.

Both their heads whip soundward, and Azure Lion stands with a fist to his mouth.

“I - apologize for interrupting,” he says. “But Macaque seemed upset when you two left.” His brow raises. “Is everything okay?”

“...Yeah?” Wukong’s eyes shift to Macaque, “Yeah, we’re, ah--”, then back to Azure, “--we’re figuring it out.”

“I can see that,” Azure says. “But, it does look concerning.”

“You did say to take it inside,” Macaque helps (and it’s so blatantly smug, Wukong could choke on it).

“This isn’t inside,” Azure says (with a tone so stony, Wukong feels crushed for another five hundred years.)

(Talk about a rock and a hard place, and Wukong’s idiot baby-self caught between them doesn’t realize he can’t move).

“We’re not fighting,” Wukong interrupts. Azure’s posture doesn’t change. Through grit teeth, his friendly tone weakens, “we’re not. Fighting.”

Curb your Big Brother Complex, his friends lack of belief is like an arm's worth of pinched nerves. And take the hint. (You take the hint! Wukong wants to shake himself.)

Still, Azure looks the two of them over. Slowly, he smiles the tiniest fraction, relaxing. “Well, as long as that’s so. But we do need you both back at the table.”

“Do you?” He asks with a tinny strain.

“It’s important.”

“Is it so crucial a strategy that you can’t come back later?!” (Wukong) blurts. Azure sputters, and Macaque’s grip is tighter and moves. “Just - for five minutes, I’m not asking for - I am so close to--”

Wait.

Nothing went sideways.

This was what happened.

(He didn’t kiss Macaque)

(He doesn’t need to kiss Macaque)

“--Damnit,” (Wukong) seethes, touching his head to the stone wall in frustration. “Damnit, damnit, just--”

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“---yeah,” He groans, falling onto the pieces of stone shell. “Yeah, that’s- Yeah. Sure. Fuck. Damnit.”

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“--we do need you both back at the table.”

“Do you?” He asks with a tinny strain.

“It’s important.”

“Is it?” Wukong’s voice stretches thinner - he yelps when the hand in his hair fists, tightly.

“We need to know when to strike,” Azure, ever diligent, pushes this point.

[That is in fact it, I cut this early.]

#my writing #shadowpeach #lego monkie kid #kego monkie kid season 4 spoilers #lmk s4 spoilers #lmk s4 #doc dump #dump doc

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shimmerbeasts · 8 months

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A Drink With An Old Friend

The days tended to blur into one another to the point they became one hazy fog when he tried to recollect them. Sometimes, Yasuo wondered if this was because of the copious amounts of alcohol he drank or because Vesani had taken his memories of those days. He rather bet on the former, simply because he knew the malevolent spirit's feeding habits. By the Ancient, he wished he didn't.

Some days were harder than others. However, today was special, and for once, Yasuo wished he couldn't remember why. Today was the anniversary of him having killed Yone in self-defence. Today was the anniversary of the act which had plunged the Ronin into an even greater dishonour than he had thought possible. Though really, what was worse? Being falsely accused of murder, having committed familicide or being called a liar?

Yasuo pushed open the door to a nearby tavern. His garbs weighed heavily from the snowstorm, he had just strutted through. His black hair had flakes of white littered all over it and his decorative shoulder garb might as well have been soaked in water. Yasuo pulled his shawl closer around himself and headed straight for the bar, keeping his gaze low. Even so, he could feel a few people eye him with a sense of confusion and bewilderment. Though no recognition, thankfully.

Yasuo rested on a stool by the bar. Rubbing his hands against each other, breathing against them to warm his frigid fingers, he finally turned a tired gaze towards the bartender and ordered: "Gimme a jug of whatever is drinkable. Make it your heaviest."

The bartender rolled his eyes in mild annoyance, clearly capable of smelling the residue of alcohol, which surrounded him like a cloud. However, he swiftly went to work, grabbing a glass and mixing two bottles of sharp-smelling liquid into the tumbler before he shoved it towards Yasuo. The ronin pulled out his pouch and handed the man a few coins for the service. Without a word, the bartender took them and resumed cleaning dirty glasses.

Yasuo picked up the whiskey glass and took a long sip. The mixed drink was spicy and carried some kind of kick, though Ionia had spirits, which could make an inexperienced drinker sit down on the floor. Yasuo continued sipping the drink, content with its substance. Even if it was not the heaviest he ever had, it would hopefully do its job. He needed to be close to passing out today. He didn't want to think about anyone today: Not Yone, not Vesani, not his old master... Nobody.

As Yasuo lowered his glass to allow himself a breather, he noticed somebody must have been looking at him for the last couple of minutes. Turning his head in confusion, the ronin's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of a familiar little girl with sandy skin, and warm, curly, brown hair, wearing the traditional garments of a Shuriman nomad. Yasuo would recognise those wide and inquisitive eyes anywhere.

"Little Sparrow?", called Yasuo in quiet disbelief, "What are you doing here? I thought you had headed back home." Noticing her own half-empty glass, the ronin offered graciously: "Want me to order you another one? I am pretty sure I could go for seconds."

Starter for @weavertali, based on the Specific Starter Symbol meme.

#weavertali #rp: a drink with an old friend #my honor left a long time ago: yasuo interaction #stone weaver: taliyah #Default Verse[Yasuo]

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the-pinstriped-hood · 2 years

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Fruitful Moon Pt .1

This is a one off idea that @bluecoolr and I came up with on a random whim. It basically stemmed from Which would Darrell be, a Vampire or a Werewolf/Lycanthrope? Well what we came up with, was this. We spent a whole night coming up with the most adorable ideas for these two, and it is a One off with Darrell and Bunny. Enjoy!

[Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

The wooden wheels of an old carriage creaked its way down a dirt road at midnight. The air outside in the unknown was cold and windy; the carriage itself had just trotted its way out of a densely forested area and still had many miles to go before the transportation got to its destination. The carriage was pulled by a pair of strong sturdy sandy colored horses with peach bows tying off their gorgeous manes and the coach was a plump white haired old man. The passenger?

A young woman no older than 20. Raven bangs cascading in gentle rivulets over her eyes, skin as fair and pale as new snow. In her hands a book she had read so many times over. Her dress was a pale pink, covered in silk bows and gentle lace. She had been sent away by her relatives to live in comfort in the new country of America, a settlement town in a newly constructed place of Zak, Texas.

The carriage bumped and jostled around due to the natural dirt road covered in rocks. The carriage man praying to whatever being was watching over them that they would make it safely. The girl in the carriage, Claudia, her hands drifted over the lifted pages of her book. Her eyes felt heavy, she had been awake for so long and it would be sunrise in a few hours. If she could just hold on for a little longer….

The crack of a wheel was heard sharply and the carriage tilted with the horses and driver wailing out in shock as the entire cabin spilled over onto the road. Claudia had been thrown from her seat and onto the door which now the ground blocked her only exit. Her body tensed as she could only hear what was going on outside. Her driver got to his feet assessing the damage and cursing to himself. The horses flailed on top of one another crying out as they saw the massive shadow behind the old man, but it was too late.

Tears spilled from under the girls bangs as she pressed her hand to her mouth in abject fear of the carnage she was hearing. Her coachman and horses being torn to shreds by a massive beast. Her body shook terribly and could only pray that whatever was out there couldn’t smell fear. She could smell the blood being spilled, the innards being thrown and the terrible animalistic chewing sounds from her assailant. A shadow crossed over her and one sharp intake was all it took for claws to tear the poor girl out of her hiding spot. She tumbled onto the dirt road, body quaking and trying desperately to crawl away, to survive! She was quickly grabbed by the throat and held aloft by a massive seven foot tall Lycanthrope. One hand around her neck as the girl kicked. The beast finally spoke, his canines and maw covered in bits of organs and fresh blood his breath was absolutely foul. “I knew I smelled an undead wretch…” the beasts voice was strange, it had an interesting drawl to the gravelly voice. “What say you, bloodsucker? Why are you here?”

Claudia shook, coughing as she was thrown harshly back onto the dusty road. “I don't mean any harm! I just wanted to move here! P-please have mercy on me sir!”

The Beast roared and pounced, pinning the girl to the ground. “Undead parasites like you dont deserve no quarter! Gimme one good reason why i should snap your pretty neck right now…”

“I’m not a bloodsucker…I abhor blood sir!” Claudia sobbed, the wind blowing the bangs out of her face for a moment. The beast saw her eyes, glazed over and pink. Not fully red like your typical bloodsucker. She was blind.

The monster paused, Claudia felt his weight off of her and picked her up. He deduced by her clothing that she was the one moving into the new fancy mansion in town. He quickly looked around before shaking himself out of his wolf like form. Red eyes turned a Chocolate brown, dark wolf hair receded and became blonde. The Texan sighed, he’d be skinned alive if any of the pack knew what he was doing, showing a vampire, even a weak helpless one like her any mercy. But here he was, Darrell Todd, picking her up and carrying her into town.

Tag: @slaasherslut @rottent33th @soupbabe @angxlslasher @slasherscrybaby @kalid-raven @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @6lostgirl6

#one off #darrell todd oc #Bunny Jones oc #Darrell x Bunny #Bunny is Claudia

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magician-kitty · 8 months

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Noodles or Death

It was a busy day at the Market, Tang and Pigsy were out getting food supplies for noodles. Pigsy smiled, admiring a carrot he's holding. "Ho-ho! Now this is a beautiful carrot! A couple more finds like this baby and we're golden."

Tang raised an unimpressed brow, taking the carrot from his husband, examining the small vegetable. "Looks the same as the last 20,000 carrots we looked at."

Pigsy grumbled, takes back the Carrot. "Gimme that! I wouldn't expect you to appreciate a fine carrot like this. You ain't no culinary genius, like me, Hon."

"My, my, my. you boys are making quite a scene." A soft voice said.

The two turn to see a woman emerge from the darkness of her stand, leaning on the wooden counter. She had pale lilac skin with long, jet black hair and bottle green eyes. "You boys looking to buy some ingredients? something tasty? Then you've come to the right place." She smiled seductively, blowing a kiss at Tang.

"Uh...oh! uh, come on Sweetie, Tang sighed, feeling rather uncomfortable. "C'mon Pigsy, Let's just keep going." He turns, only to see that Pigsy wasn't beside him. Tang looks up to see Pigsy at the stand, smiling at the woman.

"Hah...y-you are selling beautiful vegetables today?" he asked.

Tang looks down at the stand, the crates practically empty, looking up at Pigsy. "Are you blind?"

"That's right, sugar. This is the finest store in the whole market. Why don't you come around back and look at my exclusive wares." Pigsy was intrigued, hopping around the stand to follow the woman, but Tang stopped him.

"Honey, I'm not sure, uh.."

"Don't wreck this for me! I need this!"

Tang frowns, watching Pigsy as he walks into the shop. He jumps at a sudden sound, hesitantly following behind him.

"A little closer, a little closer." The lady encouraged them.

As they step inside, Pigsy steps on something, activating a trap door. Pigsy and Tang scream, falling into the trap.

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Mei had gone over to the Sea-Crate HQ to play Monkey Mech with Sandy. "Hey, you think it's weird that we don't spend much time in the Sea-Crate Base? Like, we haven't been down here for weeks," Sandy asked Mei.

"Yeah, and if you think about it, do we even need to be down here right now?" Mei asked before MK came bolting from the base elevator, running over to Sandy and Mei.

"Guys!" She shouts, "Pigsy and Tangy are missing!"

Mei doesn't seem to be bothered by this. "Pfft, missing? What do you mean their missing?"

"I mean... MK says, trailing off for dramatic effect. "Pigsy didn't open the shop this morning!"

Mei and Sandy gasped dramatically "But he's never not opened his store before!" cried Sandy.

"They must have been kidnapped!" MK flailing her arms around, tears running down her eyes, anime-like. "I immediately feared the worst!"

The sound of people talking catches the girls attention, who looks over to where Mei stood in front of a screen, Tang and Pigsy were looking at stalls of vegetables when Pigsy seemed suddenly under a trance, grabbing Tang and pulling him over to a shady stall where a creepily dressed lady stood.

"Hey, That's Pigsy! Oh phew, he just went shopping." MK sighed in relief.

"Who's filming this?" asked Sandy. The camera shifts, showing a bowl of noodles.

"It's Tang! Wait, What is this?" She asked, looking at Mei.

"I attached cameras to all of you guys a while back," Mei smirks, turning to MK." Not so creepy now, is it?"

MK sweat-dropped, that definitely was creepy. "Uh, that actually sounds kinda creepy."

"Aw, she looks nice!" Sandy said, looking at the screen. "Maybe they're fine?"

Suddenly the camera shook as Tang looked down at his feet, a trap door with the symbol of a spider opened, Tang and Pigsy falling through it.

"Oh no! I was wrong! This is very, very, very bad!" Sandy panicked.

"Scary nightmare hole! What happened?!" MK said.

"It's looks like.." Mei pressed a few buttons on the keyboard, frowning. "Is that..?" She rewinds the video, enhancing the image of the woman. "It's a spider demon," Mei stated.

"Spider Demon?! Ewwwwww! MK yelled out, shivering in fear. "Come on. No. Ew, yuck, I hate Spiders. Hate, hate, hate! With their eyes, and feet, and furry butts!"

"Um..." Sandy looked a bit confused as to why she's so afraid. Mei seemed to have gotten the hint.

"Um, Yeah, see it kinda goes back to our days in preschool, Some bullies had pulled a mean prank on her..."

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"In you go, cry baby!" A young blue horned demon laughed as he and another shoved Xiaotian into a closet.

Xiaotian screamed as she starts banging on the doors. "Hey, Let me out of here! Let me out!!" She yelled.

She glanced up at the closet ceiling, she froze up in terror as there were spiders, lots of them.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!' Let me out!!!"

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"There there girl, it's okay.." Mei hummed in a soothing manner, rubbing MK's back.

"Okay. A spider demon's got our friends,m. You know what that means?" Sandy said.

"It's time for.." Mei dramatically said "Operation: Rescue Tang and Pigsy from the nightmare hole!"

They all got on Sandy's water jet. Sandy revved the engine and sped out into the water, looking over at Mei, "Where to?"

Mei took out her phone a little too quickly, nearly fumbling it into the water, before pointing with said device, "Across town!"

"Then let's go!" MK cheered, still trying to appear confident, taking deep breaths as Sandy sped the jet down the street, and towards their destination.

"Woo-hoo! Rescue mission!" MK and Mei yelled cheering.

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Meanwhile, in the sewers, Tang and Pigsy were wrapped in a web together. "You just had to go in there."

"She said she had ingredients." Pigsy defended."Sure, sure." Tang rolls his eyes, "but we all know that wasn't what you were looking for, Pigsy."

"Hush, shh. shh. babies, quiet time." called the woman, appearing from her hiding place with a grin. " The Queen is back."

She slowly approaches Tang and Pigsy, looming over the two with glowing green eyes. "What do you want?" asked Pigsy. " money?"

the woman shoots a web at him, covering his mouth, silencing the pig demon.

"What could I want, hm? I used to be the most feared creature in the land. I wasn't A queen, I was the queen. Empress of Terror and Mistress of Horror. But now...just look at this place. What's left of my empire. Nothing but a hole in the ground. So, what do you think the Spider Queen could possibly want?"

She chuckles, leaning on the web. "Anyway, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And you lot will do."

"Uh, do for what?" asked Tang. The Spider Queen chuckled, licking her lips. "Dinner, of course~" She laughs maniacally

Tang and Pigsy look at each other, shaking in fear as the Spider Queen leaves.

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Soon they've arrived at their destination. MK and the gang sped down the street in the Water Jet trying not to fall off with how fast they were going. "Rescue Mission!" Mei shouted happily, the wind whipping through her hair, tangling it.

MK sweatdropped, knowing she'd have to help her untangle it later "Dead ahead!" Mei said pointing at the direction, the trio looked at where the dragon girl pointed, seeing the stall from the video.....also noting how quickly they were coming up on it.

"uhh M-Mei, maybe we should slow--DOWN!!" MK shouted, unfortunately the delivery girl was too late, as the gang had crashed straight into the stall, and sped down the trapdoor, Sandy still hadn't slowed down, which meant the three of them had no time to react, before the jet slammed into a massive spider web.

This freaked out MK, the teen paling at the sticky substance surrounding her, quickly climbing out of the vehicle and running over to where Sandy and Mei were.

"Maybe you should've saved your boat for an adventure with more water," Mei hums as they inspect the damage.

"Yeah, I just got excited" Sandy said letting out a nervous chuckle, MK suddenly felt something crawling on her and panics.

"Eek! Spider demon!" MK's sudden screech, caused the others to jump, Mei pulling out the Dragon Blade. The others looked around for said threat, only to get confused when they saw nothing, Mei groaning as she realized, that MK was panicking over the tiny spider on her head. Mei walked over, and with a puff of air from her lips, the small spider fell off of MK's head,

"MK, it's just a little baby spider, C'mon! Let's go find Pigsy!" Mei said taking the lead "And Tang!" Sandy piped in.

"Ok!" MK shook off her fear, the best she could, giving a confident pose. "Ok, I'll use my super sight of truth to find our friends in this palace of nightmares."

MK activated Monkey King's Golden Eyes, Sandy looked at the boy in curiosity, "What do you see, MK?"

A horrified look painted the her face, who immediately paled, and deactivated the Golden Eyes, "Ew! Ew! This place is full of webs and horror! We're never gonna get through all this!"

"Ahem, if you'll allow me," Mei smirked, pointing the Dragon Blade in front of her, and blasting a hole in the wall. They looked around for the two they'd come to rescue, with Sandy spotting the two tied up in webbing, "Pigsy! Tang!"

Pigsy, who had been struggling on the web, looks up with Tang gasping behind him. Then all of a sudden, Sandy was suddenly taken into the darkness by a string of webs. Mei tried to see who it was, only for a string of webs to appear behind her, dragging her into the darkness.

MK walked backwards, fearfully in search of the enemy 'Don't panic, MK, don't panic' MK thought looking around gripping her staff tightly. Snickering made MK turn around, to come face to face with the spider demon.

"Aww, Don't tell me you're scared of spiders, sweetie~?" The Spider Queen mocks, showing off her fangs.

"Kid, Run!" Pigsy shouted, which was all MK needed to bolt the opposite direction of the demoness, none of them noticed the shadow on the cave wall.

MK panted as she dodged the she-demon's sharp claws, running into another cavern, and straight into a dead end. 'OKAY PANIC!' MK thought visibly sweating as she looked for a way out.

"And, you're the kid ol' Monkey King chose? The spider demon gave a mocking laugh, MK whipping around, trying to spot the Demon in the darkness.

"Gotta' say, you don't look all that tough, real scrawny from what everyone said, not to mention you aren't much to look at" The Spider Queen said sending shivers down the teens spine.

"Hey!" MK exclaimed with a huff. "I ain't no girl! I'm a Monkie Wo-man!"

MK screeched in fear when the Demoness lunged out of nowhere, pinning her to a wall covered in webs with a smirk, the staff falling to the ground. "Do you wanna know what you are?"

The Demoness leaned in closer to her, taking a handful of hair out of MK's head."You're my ticket back to the throne. All that power the Monkey King gave you? After I made my dinner, it's all gonna be my power." She smirks at the trembling girl.

She then leans real close to her neck. The teen closed her eyes letting out a whimper as she felt the fangs pressing down on his neck.

"Hey Bug Lady!" Pigsy's voice shouted, The Spider Queen pulled away from MK's neck and turned to face the gang on the Water Jet, now all free from their confines, glaring at the demoness.

"Let my little girl go!" Tang snapped at the spider demon. "You and your friends are terrible guests!" The Demon snarled.

"You were gonna' eat my bestie! As well as Pigsy and Tang!" Mei snarled angrily. "Eat this!" She slams her hand on a button, cannons activating behind her. "Mo! fire!"

A laser beam is blasted at the Spider Queen who quickly dodges the attack, scurrying away behind a rock.

"MK! time to go!" Mei called out to her.

"Right!"

The ground suddenly shakes and everyone stops what they're doing. The ground crumbles beneath them, creating a hole, as everyone falls in. The Spider Queen used her legs and webs, stopping herself from falling.

Meanwhile, MK and the others screamed in fear as they fell. Sandy looks down to see a river below them.

"Water adventure!" He yelled, grabbing everyone and throwing them into his boat, which had fallen with them, before hopping in and starting the motor.

It only took a few seconds after impact with the water, before the jet shot forwards toward the exit, and burst forth from the sewage pipe and into the ocean.

The boat crashes into the water, flying down the river, as everyone screams in fear. A gate like grater is seen up ahead, as they crash through it, splashing into the ocean below them.

Everyone groans from the adrenaline, MK, Mei, Tang and Pigsy, all in a pile.

Operation: Tang and Pigsy rescue mission success!

"Piggy, Tangy! You're okay!" MK exclaimed pulling the husbands into a hug, which they gladly returned.

"Aw I knew you wouldn't let us down, sweetie." Tang said.

"Glad that's over. At least we won't have to deal with her again! right?" Mei asked nervously.

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Back in the Spider Queen's lair, The queen grunts, chuckling with a menacing grin. She may have been defeated, but she still had some tricks up her sleeve. "So They think they've won huh?" She looks down at her hand, opening it, revealing locks of MK's hair. She then walks towards the pot, dropping the hair inside. The liquid shines gold. The spider queen smirks, laughing maniacally.

“The game is just beginning!"

#lego monkie kid #tales of the monkey princess #monkie kid mk #lmk spider queen #lmk tang #lmk pigsy

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siixkiing · 2 years

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“You don’t have to push so hard. It’s okay to rest.” - for sun wukong?

☯ exhaustion … sentence starters ☯

“Mhm?”

Had the other noticed his exhaustion that easily? The golden simian thought he had been doing a fairly decent job hiding the fatigue he had been feeling from his friends. Not wanting to worry them for the most part. After all, he was suppose to be the strong one, right? The durable one? He didn’t get exhausted or worn out. Not him.

Which was an utter lie of course. Trying to do his best to be more open and honest with those around him — which was hard after centuries upon centuries of hiding what he felt and being honest.

So, to have Sandy call him out like that and see the concern on the big guy’s face, had caused him to pause for a moment. Than again? Sandy was an utter sweetheart at times and a softie, course he’d be worried. It was how he was — his muscles might be big but that heart was even bigger. Something that Wukong had come to admire and find endearing about his friend.

“That sweet but I swear I’m fine, Big Guy.”

“Just a smidge bit tired is all, but nothing you need to worry about too much. I’m sure once I get some sleep I’ll be feeling much better.”

More lies pouring from his mouth. Sleep and him weren’t on the best of terms right now — one of the reasons he was as tired as he was. Still, he didn’t want to worry the other too much over it. Even if he knew that the big blue guy would.

#Here Comes Monkey King | IC {Sun Wukong}#energeticsand #ask #answered #Exhausted Sentence Ask Meme #THIS ONE MADE ME SCREAM WHEN I SAW IT QwQ #I JUST -- WHY YOU GOTTA DO ME LIKE THIS?! QAQ #Also sorry for the wait QwQ;;;#Gimme the Sandy!! -grabs-#Honestly love this so so so much <333 #Yes gimme more of Sandy and Wukong interactiong; I need it TTwTT #Also hope you enjoy this <3333 #Again feel free to send more Sandy at the monkey~

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fandomwriterlover · 2 years

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So I know you just posted the “SWK’s s/o gets possessed in his place” but I rlly wanna see the rest of the crews reaction, cause I know that Pigsy is more than likely gonna blame WuKong one way or another, and when Macaque appears he’s more than likely gimme be a lil salty. (Optional: Red Son, Mei, and MK see reader as a parental figure, so it would probably hurt them a little more than the rest of the group [other than WuKong, cause, y’know, reader being his s/o and everything] I was thinking that for Red Son and readers relationship that maybe outside of battles they would meet up with a mutual agreement to not hurt each other and overtime Redson saw them as another authority figure.)

THE GANG AND POSSESSED!READER

You were oddly kind to him outside of the brawls your friends and him get into. He never understood what was in your mind when you approach to him one day when he was specialy frustrated after what happened to his father. Red Son never asked YOUR kindness... But he appreciated.

When you appeared to retrieve Samahdi Fire, he was horrofied.

"Y/N?!" He gasped, and he cover himself againts your first attack. He tried to fight you, convincing himself that he had not choice... But Red Son didn't wanted to hurt you... And neither could, you were stronger.

Why is this happening?! It was just a few days ago when you two were laughing and scrolling photos of their quest, planning to made a Monkey Cop marathoon after this is over... Now she has a weapon she didn't wanted inside her... And the Lady Bone Demon has YOU?!

The Samadhi Fire surrounded her as her tears flowed. She gasped in horror when you walked through the fire after taking down Red, MK and Sun Wukong again. "Stop... Y/N!! Please, stop...!NononononoNONONO...! STOOOOOP!!!!!!" You were letting the fire burning you, part of your hair were a blaze and your hands red. Mei just stopped the fire ....

And your icy hands grabbed her neck, frozing her to take the weapon to your Lady.

It was the very first time Pigsy has ever punched the Monkey King. Tang tried to hold him, but the swine kept rambling and yelling at him. "HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!?!? FIRST MEI, AND NOW Y/N!! BECAUSE OF YOU WE LOST BOTH OF THEM!!"

Sun Wukong didn't even bother to get up after he collapsed. He was admiting that the Pig was right. Nor even Mr Tang or Sandy knew what to say. All was a mess up; and they truly appreciated your friendship.

The sacrifice that you made for saving Monkey King has hit MK very bad. He was blaming himself... It was a nonsense but he does. He is the one who lost The Staff, who were manipulated by the Lady Bone Demon... He allowed you to be part of this quest. Why?

Why?

Because you offered. Because you belived in MK.

When he faced you when you came to get Mei, when he confronted you... The glow of your eyes dimmed, and for a moment you holded your fist. It was a faint moment but MK knew--KNOWS that you're still in there!

"This isn't the end yet." MK finally spoke and is already encoraging the gang to think a new plan. At this point nobody understood in what was in his knucklehead: LBD has the Samadhi Fire, the Staff, the giant armor it's almost set to destroy the world, SHE HAS YOU AS HER CHAMPION.

"Yes, BUT... Y/N it's a fighter." He set eyes on his friends, on the defeated Sun Wukong. "When did she ever gave up a fight? Or gave up on any of us? I know that she is inside there, trying to set herself free. That's another reason to get back"

That was a solid truth about you, and was what the Monkey King needed to remember. He get up still in pain but with his determation showing on his gaze toward his protegee. "Then, we better think a good contrattack plan."

"I've a suggestion." A low voice came from Red Son's shadow.

#lmk x reader #lmk #sun wukong #mk #lmk mk #lmk mei #lmk red son #pigsy #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #Monkey King #lmk pigsy #maquace #lmk mr tang #lmk sandy

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pretty-little-howtown · 2 years

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Sunbathing

Percy Jackson x Apollo!Reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 0.7k

gn reader

Masterlist

Summer was always your favourite part of the year. Endless sunshine and clear skies. All these felt so much more ethereal when at camp half-blood.

The water of the lake glistened the closer you got to it. You and Percy were finally allowed to take a break from running training sessions for the younger campers. It certainly didn’t make teaching them easier when they would constantly ask you about how you beat various monsters and titans. Percy would always drive right into the story regaling them with any tale they wished, while you tried desperately to keep everyone on track.

“You guys would find out a lot quicker if you let us show you,” you remarked smiling as Percy’s face flushed remembering that you were there to teach the kids.

You laid the blanket out directly next to the lake and away from prying eyes. Percy untangled his arm from your bare waist and plopped down on the blue checkered fabric. He then patted the spot next to him and you happily joined.

Percy took his shirt off and you grabbed the sunscreen, squirted some on your hand and rubbed it into his back. He leaned into your touch as you took your time massaging every spot on his back and untangling every knot. Once you’d finished he tried taking the blue bottle away from you but you quickly moved it out of his reach.

“Hey gimme the bottle y/n!” He exclaimed squinting his eyes. You only shook your head in response, hiding the bottle behind your back. He tried reaching behind you to grab it but you stopped him with a small laugh and a hand on his chest.

Percy looked at you confused and you placed a gentle kiss on his chest. “Let me.” You began the process again rubbing in the sunscreen and massaging it in. Satisfied you laid him on the blanket and draped yourself over his chest.

“Sunshine, you need to put some sunscreen on yourself you know that right?” he mentioned with a concerned expression on his face. “If you want I can put it on you.”

“My dad’s the God of the sun, I’ll be fine,” you insisted closing your eyes listening to Percy’s heart beat.

Percy wasn’t fully convinced but decided there was no point arguing with you. Instead he went down memory lane. He started with the most recent events of the day apologising for getting to carried away with the stories. Then he started retelling them again. How you singled handedly slayed a dragon and how incredibly impressive he found that.

“I think I fell in love with you all over again,” he remarked with pride. He then talked about the time he beat a giant crab and how ridiculous it was as well as his first though being to tell you that he fought a giant crab. Then, he traveled further back to just after the Battle of Manhattan.

He described the day in perfect detail: the flowers in the meadow were in full bloom with the sun reflecting off their petals making them glow. But, he stated, they couldn’t glow as bright as you.

The more he told of the story the drowsier you felt. You tried to stay awake to her Percy’s perfect retelling on the day he confessed to you but the more you focused on his voice the more sleep gripped it’s clutches around you. His voice was so soft and supple. It paired perfectly with the warm sun. At times, when you weren’t focused on his words, he sounded like waves crashing on a sandy beach.

“It was breathtaking, wasn’t it?” Percy waited for your response but was disappointed not to get a worded one. Instead the response came in the form of a soft snore. He smiled down at you and ran his fingers through your hair. The air was so peaceful, the wind was gentle caressing his cheeks. He would let you be for a while.

Your eyes started to open as you felt a gentle shaking. You let out a confused hum. He gently patted the top of your back rubbing his thumb along it.

“Sunshine, you fell asleep in the sun. I think it’s time for us to go back inside.” Percy was smiling ear to ear. He found it so cute that you fell asleep in the rays of the sun.

“But you’re so warm and comfy, I wanna stay,” you replied groggily refusing to move an inch.

“You can cuddle me inside ok babe?” his heart skipped a beat at your sleepy smile and wordless nod.

A/N: it’s 1am and I should be sleeping but I refused to until I got this idea written out. I hope you enjoyed :)

A/N2: I fixed the spelling mistakes, I’m honestly surprised there weren’t more.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #Percy Jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x apollo!reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson fic #percy jackson fanfiction #Percy Jackson fluff

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sickness-health-all-that-shit · 3 years

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Looking through an old photo album

(originally written as part of this prompt challenge)

“Mick, look! Lip found it at the house in the attic while packing up stuff.”

“What’s that?” Mickey raises his eyebrows curiously, setting aside his phone.

“It’s a photo album.” Ian smiles. “We don’t have a lot of family pictures ‘cause Frank and Monica obviously never bothered to hold onto them if they took any at all, but Fiona got this together somehow. Jesus, to think she was basically still a kid herself…”

“Ooh, any embarrassing pictures of you in there? Or–ooh–of Lip?” Mickey grins and punches his bicep lightly.

Ian side-eyes him. “I don’t know. Probably.” He shrugs. “Bet there’s some cute pictures of me, though.”

“Pffft.” Mickey scoffs. “You mean dorky.”

“Ha-ha. No. I mean cute. Like, look at this one of me and Debbie, for example. You gotta admit we’re cute as hell here.”

Mickey narrows his eyes and brings the album closer to his face. “Aw, look, it’s the amazin’ alien ginger siblings! You both look fucking ridiculous in that one, man.” He lets out a laugh.

“What do you mean, ridiculous?” His eyes cut to Mickey’s, narrowing. “We look adorable!”

Mickey furrows his brows. “What, ‘cause you’re pulling stupid faces at the camera? Please.”

“We were kids, Mick!”

“Nah, you still both look dumb as fuck.” He shakes his head. “Next!”

Ian frowns and goes to look for another photo of himself.

“Okay, you gotta admit me and Lip look really fucking cool in this one.”

It’s a picture of Lip and Ian aged around nine and ten, both cheesing at the camera, sporting a pair of round sunglasses each and matching spiky haircuts. They’re also both holding two fingers up in a peace sign.

Mickey bursts out laughing.

“Fuckin’ score! That’s exactly the sort of dorky-ass, embarrassin’-as-fuck picture of the two of you I was hopin’ to find. Gimme that.” Mickey tries to grab the album from Ian.

Ian grips it steadily. “What? No! What are you gonna do with it?” He’s desperately trying to keep the photo album at a safe distance from Mickey.

“Gonna snap a pic of it with my phone, obviously. Then I’m gonna be posting it to fuckin’ Instagram, or at the very least text it to Sandy. Ooh–and Tami. They’re gonna love this.”

After a bit of tussling and tickling, Mickey manages to get the album out of Ian’s hands, and is off to the bathroom to lock himself inside and snap the pic.

Ian sighs, rolling his eyes. He has no choice but to accept defeat now and wait for Mickey to finish what he’s doing on the other side of the bathroom door.

“This is not what I pictured when I brought that album home, Mickey.”

“Well, tough shit, Ginger Dork, this is happening,” comes the delighted reply from inside the bathroom, followed by a snorting laugh.

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thanks to @shameless-notashamed for reading this over!

#ian x mickey #gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless fanfiction #tumblr fic #my fics #husbands #fluff #banter #humor

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 2 years

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SES 3 EP 3

AIGHT EVERYONE, WELCOME BACK. WE’VE GOT EPISODE 3 IN DA HOUSE I’M EXCITED, I’M STOKED ACTUALLY, AS ALWAYS, I’M ALSO SICK RN SO MY COHERENCY MAY VARY AIGHT HERE WE GO

[Monkie Kid Season 3 episode 3 spoilers beneath cut]

INTRO TIME

COMPRESSED JOY THANK U VERY MUCH

this is probably gonna be a shorter reaction one cause i do have something i need to do in about an hour so i’m trying to compress time a bit bGKM;AWEFO

OKAY

Sandy fighting a whole freaking mech himself in the intro is whack actually good for him

oh WOW THE QUAILITY OF THESE EPS IS SO HIGH

WHOAH

HOT DANG

PICITURE QUALITY I’M BITING THESE

gosh i love the art in this show sm

had the sound turned down too much hol up going back

I’M ACTUALLY SITTING HERE WITH A HEADPHOEN FROM MY PHONE ON AND AN EARBUD FROM MY COMPUTER IN AT THE SAME TIME SO LET TAHT IMAGE SINK IN FOR YA BGSDKLFMAOWE

MULTITASKING

Well, Sandy, any direction the is “away from LBD” is probably the right one at this point bGKAMOWFE

OKAY NO BUT FOR REAL I REMEMBER USING MAPS WITH MY FAM AND IT FILLED UP THE WHOLE FRONT OF THE CAR, WAS SUPER CONFUSING AND MAPS ARE BOTH THE BEST AND WORST GB;KLSFM;AWOE PATS GENTLY

ANYWAY I LOVE MEI SO MUCH BGKDFMAWE

YO BLUE THINGBDSMN;AOGHOWE

YO BLUE THINGBGSDA;FNOAWE

BLUE

THINGBDF;ABGOIUNGOWOE

HELPGN;JAB;OGWEFM

YO BLUE THING, WANNA CRANK UP DAT OC BROTHA

I’M ON THE FLOORBGLK;SDMF;OAHG;AOIFMAWE

THE

BGBDFAMLWE HELPGSABFOWEM

I’M WHEEZINGSDFBH;ALMGOAWE

MEI UTTERLY DONE WITH HIM AND HE’S BEEN IN THE CAR WITH THEM FOR TEN MINUTES

“I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME”

“no i can’t”

PRETNEDING TO BE ASLEEPGB;SDFMA;WE

HE’S SO STUPID HELPGDFNA;WEM

MEI IS THE ONLY ONE WITH A BRAINCELL IN THIS SEASON I SEE

MORE OF A RESAON TO SUSPECT SHE WILL BE NERFED SOMEHOW I AM CONCERN

WHAT

MK NO

BUDDY

HANG ONGBSD;F;AOWIEFMAWE

MK NO THATS NOT BGS;FMAWE

YEAH PIGSY I’M ALSO CONCERNED HELLO??

THE FALLING BACK INTO THE PUDDLE OF SWEATBGASLFMWE

HONEST RELATIONSHIP MY BGASKL;FAW;OE

SON

BRUH

BUDDY BGDKFMAWOE

I AM

CONCERN

You might be honest now but boy do you guys not communicate well BG;ALKEMFOWEF

I mean makes sense for Monkey King to be “Hey, lets get me recharged because that is gonna be the priority right now because you don’t have your powers and we need more power on our side so we don’t get KO’d into the sun during the next boss fight, gimme a bit to get back up to full so I can keep us all safe” RATHER THAN “Ayo i don’t got time to waste on ya mortals specially cause y’ain’t got powers anymore don’t bother me”

SHAKES THEM

COMUNICATE BETTER YOU STUPID MONKEYGAS;JDLNA;WOE

VB;DFAMWOE

THE WINDOW

NO BUT FOR REAL

MOOD THO

FELT

ME TOO

DURING THE SUMMER

WHILE CAMPNG

YEAH

I AM SANDY :HANDSHAKE_EMOJI:

THANK GOODNESS FOR MO, PUTTING OUT FIRES BGSKAFMAOWE

Pigsy has my entire soul.

Man is a father

going right to reassuring Mk, making sure he knows his worth

AND MK IMMEDEATELY VEARING LEFT TO TRY AND FORCE HIMSELF INTO ANOTHER CATEGORYGBDKFM;AWE

MK YOU DON’T NEED TO BE THE ONE ANYTHING JUST BE YOU MY GUY PLEASE CEASE

also GRABS MY POST TALKIGN ABOUT HOW MK USED TO BE THE HERO/STRONG ONE AND NOW THAT HE’S NOT MEI’S FALLEN INTO THE ROLE OF PROTECTOR AGAIN—

MEI LOOKING SO EXCITED WHEN HE STARTS TALKING THO, PIGSY CONCENRED BGFAMO;IEFEW

GHSDLKAJSD HELP IS

IS THIS WHERE THIS FRAME IS FROM

I’VE HAD THIS FRAME OF HIM STANDING THERE AS A LI’LL GUY SAVED ON MY PHONE FOR MONTHS

THE MOMENT IS FINALLY HERE

I LOVE THEM SM BGDSK;FMAWOE

MEI JUST

DISSAPOINTED BUT NOT SURPRISEB;FGFMAWFIM

PIGSY GENUINELY CONCERN PANICKED

TANG GBA;SMFAOWFEW

MK PLEASEB;AFMAOWIGAWE

Y’all don’t understand I love him so much Mk means everything to me

Okay okay but the picture quality, the animation, the art style, this is everything everything everything

Mk you absolute beloved guy I love him so much he’s such a disaster and I’m kinning so hard rn BNGAKWMEF

HE’S DOING HIS BEST

HE’S DOING HIS ABSOLUTE BEST

I LOVE HIM

NOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOO

RAN OUT OF GAS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

or too hot

OH ENGINE OVERHEAT

TANK TOP PIGSY

MEI’S SLEEVES AND PANTS ROLLED UP HELLO

TANGGBDLSKMFA;OGIAWEF

GRABS AND SHAKES THEM

Me :handshake_emoji: Mei

Rolling up shirt sleeves and pant legs in heat bG;KLMAWEFOW

MK CARRYING MONKEY KING OUT OF THE BFNKAOWEM

HOL UP IS HE JUST THAT LIGHT????

HOW SMOL IS THIS GUY HE’S A ROCK MONKEY PLEASE????

MK ARE U BUFFED???

BUFF MK REAL

MONKEY KING

MY GUY

No but this I think explains the Amnesia episode that’s coming up, they probably wake him up too early while he’s in mid-mediation

Mans going back to recenter and relearn all his skills in his memories ig

dang

I’M ANALYZING THIS EP MROE THAN I’M REACTING SORRY MOVING ON GBSD;JLFKAM;OEW F

MK’S TRAINING OUTFIT THO HELLO

Not over how everyone has a “k byeeeeeeee” moment bG;AKWMEFOW

They’re hallucinating aren’t they

GH;DSALKFMAWOE THE SPARKLY EYES AND EYELASHES GNBASDFMN;AGB;OIFMAEW

MONKEY KING FALLING OVERBGLK;FM;OGHWIOAFMAWE

tang tang nonGAWELK;FAWME

PIGSY BEING ON SANDY’S SHOULDERS THO

GBSAKFMAWE;OFAOIWEM

PUDDLE

MK WHERE’D U GET THE STAW BGKSADFMOAW

SPITS IT BACK OUTBGDSA;FM;AOWE

HELP

KILLS FISH MAN

DESTROY MAN

I can’t tell if that’s a piggy gummy lego figure or something else BG;ASEFMA;WOEF

NICE PAPER CLIPS

MEI

I LOVE HER

SO MUCH

A BAJILLION MONIES

NO WIN

RUN AWAY

LEAVE

SCAM

SUS

RUN AWAY

KILL HIM

GOLDFISH DEMON???

AIN’T U THE GODDESSS’S???

Y’ALL PLEASE

NO DON’T DO THIS

SMART BOI BRAIN

PLS

I AM SUCH CONCERN

WHAT DO THEY HAVE TO LOSE

NOT A CHANCE

YEAH AIGHT

MAN

NOT

YEAH NO

HECK NAH

MK YOU CAN’T BET MEI’S SWORD

BITE BITE KILL

MK WHY

IF THEY LOSE MEI’S SWORD I’M GOING TO PERISH

BIG BOY SMART BRAIN

NOOOOOOO

BGASDFMAOWE

MEI

MEI ;A;

HOLDING HER GENTLY

MK STOP TRYING TMATHGBDSL;KFMAWE

UR BEING SCAMMED MY GUY

SOBBING

PLS

Y’ALL GONNA LOSE EVERYTHING

MK THAT’S

HIS

NOODLE SHOP

NO MK

I AM

;-;

THIS EP IS STRESSING ME OUTBGASD;FMOAGAWE

TANG’S JOURNAL??

GLASHES??

DID U FREAKING BET MONKEY KINGBDF;LJKAMNOAGOWE

SON HE’S WORTH MORE THAN ANY OF THIS

ohhhh buddy

li’ll dude bro pls

my guy

SON

ARE U

WHAT

MK?????????????

MK ??????????

MK THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS

MK SON THAT’S

YO WHAT

HEYO

SON

KAY SO U SAW IT BUT

AYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

SOMEWHAT EQUAL TO HEAVEN

YES FINALLY

GET RID OF HIM

MEI

OH MY GOODNESSBGLDSKMF;AOWE

Huh

Monkey King, is going back into his own memories to do that basically, where as Mk is gonna stay in the present and re-learn things one by one

KAY BUT THAT’S NEAT THO

YEAH MK

GBSDJFAMNW;E

AYO HE’S AWAKE

IS HE DONE>????

Okay not amnesia causer than cool cool cool not concerned not worried HAHAHHAHAHA

AH???

AH??????

CRYING?????????

CRYIGNBA;LMNF;OGHAWIPEFMAWEOFHAWOE4

THE STAFFS JUST A BIG OL STICK

TAKES SOMEONE SPECIAL TO LIFT ITBGKFAMWOE ;A;

YEAH OKAY SO U SAY THAT BUT HOW’D HE GET ALL UR POWERS MAN LEGIT HE ALREAEDY HAVE THEM ALL ALONG OR WHATS THE DEAL THERE SUS I’M LOOKING

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH

blinks

Mk’s working to get his back, and then Monkey King is suddenly out of meditation

THINKING

AIGHT OVER

That was kinda a fun but also stressful ep BGA;KWEMFOAWEF

The fact that they kinda stood by and let him bet things that were most valuable to them is uh

;-;

GUYS

GBSA;DKLMFAOWEF

I MEAN NOT TOTALLY LET, BUT LIKE

MAN

THEY REALLY LOVE THIS KID

DANG

WHICH I KNEW BUT GOSH DANG MY GUY I WOULD NOT HAVE LET ANYONE BET MY STUFF NO MATTER WHO THEY WEREBG;SDMF;OAWEFH

WHAT AN EP THO

I HAVE SCATTERED THOUGHTS BUT THEORIES ABOUT HOW MONKEY KING AND MK’S POWERS ARE LINKED ARE RUNNING RAMPANT IN MY BRAIN

UNTIL NEXT REACTION WHICH MIGHT BE IN A FEW DAYS BECAUSE I HAVE STUFF I NEEED TO DO BUT WE’LL SEE, FAREWELL UNTIL WHENEVER IT HAPPENS o7

#knox rambles #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Monkie kid season 3 #Monkie kid season 3 spoilers #Knox reaction #I don't remember what i usually tag these things bGKAMWOEF #WELP THAT'S THAT #this ended up taking about half an hour so HAHA CUT THE TIME IN HALF BABY WOOOOO #SB;JGKADNM;IOWEFMAWE #I really wanna go back and re-watch it now tho heckBGA;JLKWEFNMOAWE #OKAY UNTIL NEXT TIME PEACE OUT

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seasonsofeverlark · 3 years

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Word Porn

Author: @always-andshewrites

Prompt: Everyone thinks Katniss is innocent and pure. But when they go to the beach with friends, Peeta finds out she reads smut. And he’s happy to volunteer as tribute later that night. -Rating M or E (writer can decide). –Katniss & Peeta are already a couple – around the age of 18/19 [submitted by @softlikethesunset12]

Rating: E for explicit description of sexual situations and language

Author’s Note: Thank you to: @endlessnightlock for letting me use pieces of her story “Invasion” and for being such an inspiration!

Due to the prompt, Katniss and Peeta will be reading a story by the name of “Invasion” by the lovely @endlessnightlock. All sentences/text that belongs to her is quoted, bold, italic, and underlined.

I (obviously) had to change the names of the characters in “Invasion” … but that story 100% belongs to @endlessnightlock, and if you haven’t read “Invasion” you totally, absolutely should!!!

Word Count: 8,408; Betaed by: @jhsgf82 ______________

Katniss lay stretched out on the blanket she shared with her best friend, Annie. The girls were relaxing, soaking up the sun outside of their beachfront apartment complex. They were completely immersed in their cell phones, killing time until their boyfriends finished their job at the docks. Katniss knew Annie’s attention was most likely occupied by an article about saving the whales. Or was it protecting the whales? Katniss wasn’t sure, but she knew that as a marine biologist, it was almost the only thing Annie gave her spare time to. It was either that or she was watching one of her and Finnick’s homemade pornos. Katniss tried to push the thought from her head because the mere idea caused her to shudder, immediately followed by intense waves of nausea.

With close to an hour to kill before the boys were expected to arrive, Katniss decided to open the fanfiction app on her phone and begin the next chapter of one of the many stories she was currently reading. In this particular story, the characters‒ Kaliope and Tristan‒ had finally been reunited, and she was almost certain that this would be the chapter to earn its ‘M’ rating.

“I’m going for a dip, you coming?” Annie remarked, dropping her phone into a Ziploc baggie and then placing it in the cooler to give it a break from the heat. It was another squelching hot day, as they were nearing the end of summer.

“Sure, gimme a sec,” Katniss mumbled, wiping the sweat from her brow with her forearm. She quickly skimmed the last line of her paragraph and bookmarked her place before following Annie into the ocean. Katniss watched her friend dive into the crest of a wave, causing her little green-eyed monster to make his appearance. Katniss couldn’t help but feel self-conscious around Annie; there was just something majestic about the way her friend sailed through the water as if she could have been a mermaid in another life. Annie made swimming—diving, or really anything related to aquatics look like an impeccably crafted masterpiece. It wasn’t that Katniss couldn’t swim; it was just that Annie did it so … gracefully.

Katniss pinched her nose shut and submerged her body just below the surface of the water, allowing the ocean to swallow her up. They didn’t stay in long before they made their way back to dry land.

“Let’s open the umbrella,” Annie suggested as she rang the water from her hair, and then she turned her head to inspect her reddening shoulders.

“Probably a good idea,” Katniss agreed, instantly at Annie’s side. Unlike Katniss, whose olive complexion gave her the upper hand in the sun, Annie was fair-skinned and would be as red as a lobster within five minutes of being outdoors. Together, the girls turned the umbrella against the sun to block its carcinogenic rays from penetrating their skin.

“Need some more block before my hands get all sandy?” Annie asked, grabbing the tube of SPF 50 sunscreen.

“Sure.” Katniss shrugged her shoulders. The girls added another layer of sunscreen to each other’s hard-to-reach places, joking about how if their boyfriends were here, they would likely make some kind of inappropriate sexual innuendo about them rubbing each other down. The boys, and sometimes even Annie could have very dirty minds. It was something that made Katniss extremely uncomfortable: how they were constantly joking about sex. ALWAYS.

On another note, and again, unlike Katniss, Annie and Finnick were anything but shy about sharing what they did behind closed doors. Katniss, on the other hand, thought of herself as a private person, and the thought of airing her most private, intimate moments with the world truly appalled her. No, that was for Peeta, and Peeta alone.

Once the girls were slathered with an even layer of sunscreen, they stretched out under the umbrella, resuming their positions prior to their dip in the ocean.

Within seconds, the sound of skin slapping against each other penetrated Katniss’s ears, followed by some rather animalistic grunts and moans. “Could you turn that down?” Katniss grumbled, rolling her eyes beneath her sunglasses. The casual way in which Annie and Finnick not only explored but shared their sexuality thoroughly weirded Katniss out. It completely baffled her how her best friend wasn’t the least bit demure about Finnick’s and her self-made porno. In a way, she was jealous of Annie, or well, the amount of confidence she possessed.

“Sorry,” Annie giggled shyly, not seeming the least bit apologetic.

Katniss was thankful for the silence as she submerged herself in yet another sappy, corny, love story about her favorite pair. However, her gratitude was short-lived when Annie called out her name. “Katniss? Why does talking about sex make you so uncomfortable? I mean … sex is a natural thing that—”

Flipping onto her back to face Annie, Katniss lowered her sunglasses to the tip of her nose. “Nothing about those sounds is even remotely natural.” Katniss glowered at her friend and pointed to her phone.

“Yeah, that’s probably true.” Annie scrunched her shoulders up and giggled. “But … are you telling me you have never, not even once, thought about doing some of the things you read in your stories with Peeta? Or that you’ve never fantasized about Peeta doing something hot and kinky to you? I mean, don’t get me wrong, Finn is the only guy for me, but Peeta’s not so hard on the eyes, either.”

Katniss felt an intense heat spreading, not only up her face, but down her entire body, and she knew it had nothing to do with the blistering heat. “No!” she screamed out, appalled at Annie’s insinuation. “Oh my god, no! No, just … no.” Katniss shook her head, not quite certain her words rang true.

Katniss muddled over Annie’s words and realized that her friend was right about one thing. Except, Peeta wasn’t just “not so hard on the eyes;” he was hot. Like, intensely, famishingly, irresistibly, oozing sex, kind-of-sexy.

Annie left it alone after that, and the girls went back to their devices. Katniss was so absorbed in the words on her phone that she was completely unaware of the swooshing footsteps in the sand that only grew closer.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Peeta and Finnick stormed into Katniss and Annie’s shaded fortress, swiping their girlfriends’ phones from their hands.

“PEETA, GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK!” Katniss screamed, jumping up and trying to snatch it back from Peeta, while Finnick did the same to Annie.

“Mmm, I see you missed me.” Finnick pressed his lips to Annie’s mouth and returned her phone.

“Would you rather I watched strangers doing it?” Annie joked with amusement.

“I don’t know … might give us some ideas,” Finnick quipped.

Peeta played ‘keep-away’ with Katniss’s phone, quickly scanning the words on the screen. Katniss’s face faded into crimson with embarrassment, knowing exactly what Peeta was reading, having just read it herself.

“Holy shit, Katniss; this is hot,” Peeta proclaimed after reading no more than three sentences. Finnick’s curiosity took over, in addition to his childish antics, and he snatched the phone right out of Peeta’s hands. Peeta spun around and knocked Finnick to the ground, sending the boys wrestling in the sand for Katniss’s phone.

Annie rolled her eyes at the boys’ immature behavior and then looked over at Katniss apologetically. “What were you reading?” she mouthed to her friend.

With complete and utter humiliation consuming her, Katniss hid her face in her hands, turned her back towards her friends, and stormed toward the ocean.

Finnick finally conceded with a huge grin. “I thought you were little Miss Innocent, Katniss Everdeen; seems like you’re actually the Girl on Fire!” He smirked, calling to Katniss from the beach.

“Shut up,” Katniss snapped, not looking back as she made her way into the water. She had to get away from them, and the ocean was the only place to hide.

“Aww, come on, baby; we were just joking,” Peeta chided, following his girlfriend into the water.

Katniss stormed into the sea, diving into the crest of a wave once the water reached her thighs. Peeta mimicked her actions, trailing a few paces behind her until she came up for air.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Peeta begged for forgiveness when Katniss finally came to a stop. Thankful for the sandbank that allowed his feet to be planted firmly on solid ground, he scooped Katniss up and held her in his arms bridal style. “I didn’t think Finnick would do that,” he apologized sincerely, thankful that at least Katniss wasn’t trying to run away from him.

Still unable to meet his eyes, Katniss turned her head and crossed her arms indignantly across her chest. She knew if she looked into those beautiful, penetrating blue eyes, she would be completely incapable of maintaining her anger. Although, she really wasn’t so much angry as embarrassed.

“If it makes you feel any better … I … I volunteer as tribute, and—you can do whatever you want to me,” Peeta pressed cheekily. “Or, on second thought,” he whispered next to her ear, “I will do anything you want me to do to you.”

This caught Katniss’s attention, and her head snapped to the side, meeting Peeta’s gaze. “Anything?” she questioned, the neurons in her brain firing away at a million miles per second.

“Anything,” Peeta’s throaty voice reiterated into Katniss’s ear, sending a shiver running throughout her body. “You can threaten me, torture me, punish me to your heart’s content. I will submit to you … I will be yours to do as you wish,” Peeta confirmed, feeling Katniss’s body relax just before he released his hold on her.

“I’m going to hold you to that, Mellark.” Katniss grinned, a hint of a seduction marring her tone.

~*~*~

Peeta couldn’t shake the image of Katniss from his mind ever since their time in the ocean. Well, truth be told, Peeta was completely incapable of getting his beautiful, sexy, stubborn, and confident girlfriend off his mind, but the intensity in her eyes when he volunteered himself as tribute was something else entirely. And there was something deep in his bones that told him she would make it a night he would remember, always.

Before they even got out of the water, Katniss informed Peeta that she was ready to cash in her prize. Eager to please his girlfriend, Peeta promised Katniss a night she would never forget. The four of them collected their belongings and headed to the Magdalene, the name of their apartment complex.

Finnick and Peeta shared an apartment on the fourth floor of the Magdalene, while Katniss and Annie roomed together on the twelfth floor. The Magdalene was one of the nicer beachfront apartments in the district, and if it wasn’t for Finnick’s grandmother, Mags, they certainly would be hard-pressed to afford it.

Peeta loved Mags as if she were his own grandmother, and the feeling was mutual. She was nothing like any other eighty-year-old woman Peeta had ever met. She had more life, more stamina, and more spunk than some of Peeta’s friends his own age.

“So,” Peeta pulled Katniss in for a hug, whispering in her ear, “any special requests tonight?” Peeta hoped she would give him free rein to get creative.

“Surprise me,” Katniss offered, shrugging her shoulders with a sly grin. When Annie got word of their ‘date night,’ she giggled with excitement before hauling Katniss to their apartment to help her get ready.

Peeta had the jitters all day; he was a nervous wreck. But for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why. He and Katniss had been dating for almost a year now. He still couldn’t believe that she agreed to go out with him; he couldn’t believe she was really his. He had fallen in love with her the very first moment he laid eyes on her, and even more so when he heard her voice. Truth be told, her voice was so enchanting, so breathtakingly beautiful that even the birds would stop to listen. It was a little more than two years ago when Annie dragged Katniss along with her to visit Finnick. From that very first encounter, Peeta knew Katniss was too good to be true, an angel sent from the high heavens. Even after a year, he lived in constant fear that she would realize the true testament of her worth and leave him high and dry.

For the third time, Peeta checked and double-checked the picnic basket Mags lent him, wanting to be absolutely certain he didn’t forget anything important.

“Dude!” Finnick complained, “You’ve got everything you need. Now, go!”

“Fine, fine, okay!” Peeta yelled back, hoping he sounded calmer than he felt.

Peeta smiled nervously as he made his way to the elevator, taking it up to the twelfth floor. His heart was banging underneath his rib cage, and he was almost certain Katniss could hear it from inside her apartment.

Peeta knocked on the door, taking slow, deep, and measured breaths as he tried to steady his erratic, pounding heart. He was curious and anxious and nervous, all rolled into one. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Katniss swung the door open, and Peeta could swear that his heart stopped beating from the shock of her beauty.

“Wow—wow, you look … you are so beautiful,” Peeta stuttered, his eyes widened with desire.

Katniss grinned, eyeing Peeta up and down seductively. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she responded playfully, recalling Annie’s words on the beach. Peeta wasn’t sure if it was her dress, the tone of her voice, or the way she just eye-fucked him— whatever it was, though, caused his shorts to get just a little bit tighter.

When Katniss texted Peeta a few hours ago, asking what the dress code was for the night, Peeta responded with, “Classy, casual, and comfortable,” which he knew would drive her mad. Peeta nodded his assent at her choice in clothing, seeing that she decided to play it safe with a flowing sundress in incandescent, fading shades of yellow, orange, and red, resembling the embers of a fire.

Finnick got it right when he called her the Girl on Fire, Peeta thought.

Katniss grabbed her purse, and they headed out with their fingers linked together. It wasn’t until they reached the elevator when Katniss caught sight of the picnic basket, and her face lit up.

“When you said we were having dinner, I thought you meant at a restaurant,” she surmised.

Peeta only grinned back, not wanting to give anything away.

“Seriously Peeta, where are we going?” Katniss pleaded impatiently.

“Not telling, it’s a surprise,” Peeta snickered. When they reached the lobby, Peeta stopped and pulled Katniss to his body. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers, devouring her lips. Katniss parted her mouth, granting Peeta the access he so clearly craved. He traced his tongue along her lips teasingly before plunging into her mouth. When Katniss whimpered with pleasure, he took it as his sign to stop. The night was still young, and they were, after all, still in the lobby of their apartment complex.

“Come here, I need you to wear something for me,” Peeta instructed.

“What is it?”

“Just … trust me, okay?” Peeta met her eyes with genuine sincerity, to which Katniss gave him a hesitant nod. Then he slowly turned her around so she was facing away from him and placed something over her eyes—a blindfold.

“Peeta! I can’t see anything!” Katniss wailed, reaching up to remove the cloth covering from her face.

Peeta, however, had other plans. He placed a reassuring hand on Katniss’s back and whispered into her ear, “That’s the point. It can’t be a surprise if you see it. Just … trust me. I promise I would never allow any harm to come to you.”

Of all the things Katniss feared, and yes, there was plenty that scared her, that was not one of them. She always felt completely safe with Peeta, even if she didn’t say so. Instead, she held her tongue, forming her lips into a tight line as she continued to stand there. She wasn’t sure about this; she didn’t like not being able to see. It brought back memories of her father’s death, deep underground in the mines that blasted him into nothingness. By relinquishing her sight, she was putting her life in Peeta’s hands; she was giving up all control. It was not something she was used to, and she wondered if he knew that.

“I promise, Katniss, we’re not going far.” Katniss wasn’t sure if Peeta had picked up on her apprehension or what, but she liked it. She liked it, and it scared her that she liked it‒so much so that it sent goosebumps prickling across her arm.

“Okay, fine,” she hissed, wishing she could remove the blindfold so she could scowl at him— and he could see it because she was most definitely scowling at him.

Peeta guided her slowly and carefully from the lobby, through the walkway, and down the path that opened to the beach. They walked for a few minutes until they reached a private section of the beach meant for only guests of the Magdalene. Peeta had ‘fancied-up’ the plain, simple, blocked-off section designated only to residents of the Magdalene with his own version of a canopy, the sheets hanging from the top rungs, so as to not interfere with the sand dunes. He also strung several sets of twinkling white lights to accent the area, and the moon shone perfectly—almost too perfectly above the sea. At one point, while Peeta was applying his own decorations, he found himself wondering if there really was a sea god and if he would do his part in helping him out tonight. Just in case, he sent a silent prayer requesting clear skies, and that Mother Nature would be on time.

Peeta led Katniss closer to the beach, where a table and two chairs idly sat, the chairs on opposite ends of the table, and a single lit candle, shaded by a partial dome covering that accented the center of the table. Peeta stopped when they reached the sand and set the picnic basket down for a moment. He pulled Katniss’s back to his chest, placed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck, and gently removed her blindfold.

“We’re here,” Peeta whispered in her ear, stuffing the blindfold into his pocket.

Katniss was confused; her eyes remained closed as she inhaled her surroundings. She could hear the crashing of waves and inhaled the salty, fresh air that accompanied the ocean. “But … we’ve barely been walking five minutes; the only place we can walk to in five minutes or less is the—”

Peeta grinned from ear to ear at the astonished look on his girlfriend’s face, which sent a rush of pride soaring through his limbs.

“Beach,” Katniss finished as she opened her eyes and surveyed the area, taking in the sight before her. “Oh my god, Peeta, this is—this is—it’s—”

Peeta guided Katniss to the table and pulled the chair out for her like a gentleman. The incoming waves flirted with the legs of their table, but the tide was on its way out, so getting washed away was the least of his worries. Once Katniss was situated Peeta unloaded the items from the picnic basket.

“Peeta … is this … is it—?” Katniss faltered, her eyes wide with shock.

“Lamb stew.” Peeta confirmed with a nod, unable to contain his grin. “It’s what we ate the night you agreed to have me.” Katniss blushed at Peeta’s words. He always knew the exact words to warm her heart. If he wasn’t careful, she would be completely melted before the night was over.

“Lamb stew with rice and dried plums, sliced oranges, fried asparagus—” Katniss scanned each platter, naming them as her eyes landed on it. Her heart felt as if it were swelling to twice its size by the time she met Peeta’s eyes. “How do you remember all of this?”

“Katniss—” Peeta smiled, shaking his head in disbelief as he took the seat across from her. “That was the best day of my life—I remember every single, microscopic, minuscule detail of that day. I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I have replayed that day over and over, again and again in my head. I remember the exact clothes you were wearing, the way your hair was…” He paused for a second, debating whether or not to share this next part with her.

Deciding there was nothing to lose, he reached out for Katniss’s hand. “It was in two braids instead of one—I think you and Annie had just come back from a game of beach volleyball, so it wasn’t in its usual single, over-the-shoulder braid. You had these cute flip flops on, with a flower between your toes. I think it was a primrose.”

Katniss felt the heat spreading throughout her limbs, down to the tips of her toes. There was a quickening in her belly, a hunger that felt like no hunger pang she had ever felt before. And if there was one thing Katniss knew, it was hunger. Though it had been years since she was that scrawny, starving little girl, it was not likely something she would ever forget.

Except, this was a hunger that had nothing whatsoever to do with food.

Katniss could no longer contain herself. She couldn’t just smile at him, say thank you, and tell him how amazing he was. For Katniss, actions spoke louder than words, so she scooted her chair back and promptly circled the table. She shimmied her right leg over Peeta’s lap and situated herself on his lap, straddling his hips. Then she encircled her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.

“I love you, Peeta Mellark—God, do I love you,” she mumbled through heated kisses. They were frozen like that—a mess of tangled limbs and frenzied kisses, the butterflies swarming erratically in their bellies. They did not want to part, not even for air, but alas, they finally did.

“We should, um … let’s eat. We’re getting off schedule.” Peeta cleared his throat, prompting Katniss to pull back, raising an inquisitive brow.

“Trust me,” Peeta mouthed to her.

Although she didn’t want to, Katniss returned to her seat to eat the dinner Peeta prepared for them under the glistening moonlight. Before they got out here, Katniss was starving, famished; her grumbling stomach was proof. But now, after seeing everything Peeta did for her, after seeing all the trouble he went to, to make this night perfect for her, there was only one thing she wanted, and it— he was sitting in front of her.

Once they finished their meal, Peeta cleared their dishes, replacing them with a single bowl.

“More food?” Katniss inquired.

“I learned very early on that food was the way to your heart.” Peeta shrugged, smiling crookedly. “I’m sorry, but it’s kind of melted … I guess the cooler wasn’t cold enough.”

Katniss gave Peeta a soft smile, all the while thinking that he did not need to do such things to own her heart. It was already his.

Peeta filled the empty bowl with half-melted vanilla ice cream, banana, and strawberry slices, topped off with a swirl of chocolate syrup. And then he reached into the picnic basket and pulled out two vanilla sugar wafers, plunging them into the soupy ice cream.

Katniss’s gaze lowered to her bowl and then up to Peeta, her eyes glistening with tears under the moonlight. “How did you—?” Katniss began, feeling the cool stream of liquid gliding down her cheek.

“I have my ways,” Peeta retorted with a wink. Katniss couldn’t believe it—it was the exact dessert she’d shared with her father as a kid. It had been years since she had last eaten this combination of food—years since her father died.

Katniss reached for her spoon and dipped it into the chocolate syrup-covered ice cream and delicately spooned it into her mouth.

“Mmm,” she moaned, savoring the chilly sweetness swishing around in her mouth and closing her eyes as she proceeded to lick the spoon clean.

“Oh, Miss Everdeen, you cannot make those sounds yet,” Peeta affirmed, his eyes suddenly darkening. “And you most definitely cannot clean your spoon off in such a way.”

“Is that right? And why is that, Mr. Mellark?” Katniss countered, playing along with his little game.

“Well, for starters, it could make a guy jealous.” Katniss shuddered from Peeta’s deep, penetrating stare—it was as if he was digging into her soul. “But mostly because … those specific sounds, well, they do things to me, and I just might be tempted to lie you down right here.” Peeta tossed his head back, hinting toward the canopy, which sent a rush of electricity surging straight to Katniss’s core.

“And,” Katniss began, intentionally licking the remnants of her ice cream from her spoon seductively, “what if I want you to, um … you know?” She blushed, unable to say the words aloud.

“I promise you, Katniss,” Katniss’s body tingled from the way Peeta said her name, not to mention the irresistible way his tongue ran across his lips. “I will have my way with you, but I have one more thing planned before I am ready to pleasure you, Miss Everdeen.” Katniss’s heart sped up with excitement, imagining all the ways her boyfriend intended to make her moan, shudder, and writhe with pleasure.

She wanted him, and dammit, she didn’t want to wait. She settled by saying, “Okay,” but not without pouting.

Once they finished their ice cream, Peeta cleared the table, taking their empty dishes to the water hose and rinsing them off before returning them to the picnic basket.

“Would you accompany me on a midnight stroll, Miss Everdeen?” Peeta asked like a gentleman.

“But it’s not midnight.” Katniss blushed again, thankful for the cover of night. She felt like that’s all she was doing tonight, blushing, and she felt silly for it. She felt a thrill of excitement as she anticipated this ‘surprise,’ accepting Peeta’s hand and allowing him to lead the way. But first, Peeta kicked his shoes off under the table and motioned for Katniss to do the same. Then, together, they walked along the empty, deserted beach, savoring the sensation of warm sand beneath their toes and the waves crashing against their feet.

“Thank you for tonight, Peeta; it’s been amazing. You’ve been amazing; everything is just … perfect,” Katniss gushed, gripping even tighter onto Peeta’s hand and leaning into his side.

Peeta abruptly stopped, turned to his girlfriend, and cupped the back of her head. Then he leaned his head forward and pressed his lips to hers, applying slow, soft, and succulent kisses at first before devouring her mouth with his tongue. “Don’t you know I would do anything for you, Katniss? Anything,” he whispered sensually.

Once again, Katniss found herself shading crimson. They pulled back from their kiss and resumed walking along the beach.

“What is that, Peeta?” Katniss inquired, noticing something crawling on the ground. She scrunched her face up and strained her eyes to get a better view. It was then that she realized it wasn’t ‘something’ but a lot of ‘somethings.’

“This,” Peeta began excitedly, “is your next surprise. I wasn’t sure if they would—I mean, I was hoping they would hatch tonight,” Peeta said, leading Katniss towards the row of recently hatched, newborn sea turtles.

Together, they watched in fascination the miracle of life as the baby sea turtles hatched from their eggs in the sand dunes and began their journey to the ocean.

“Wow, this is so amazing. Annie’s going to be so jealous,” Katniss exclaimed giddily. “I remember this documentary I saw on sea turtles, and the guy said if you ever get the privilege to witness this miracle,” Katniss motioned to the sea turtles scurrying along the beach, her face transformed in awe, “that as much as you might want to help them to the ocean, not to do it because it’s what makes them strong. They have to be strong enough to brave the ocean and hide from the big bad sharks.”

“Survival of the fittest,” Peeta lamented.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Katniss agreed. “I kind of wish I could take one home.”

“I think that might be illegal, or else I would make sure you had one,” Peeta affirmed, planting a kiss on her cheek.

They watched the baby sea turtles for another hour or so before deciding to turn around and head back to the canopy.

“Every time I think you’ve gone and outdone yourself … that there is absolutely nothing you could possibly do to surprise me … you go and … amaze me all over again,” Katniss crooned, staring deeply into Peeta’s eyes.

“What can I say? I’m a man in love,” Peeta replied cheekily. Katniss responded by socking his bicep.

They held hands, walking along the beach in comfortable silence for a short time before Peeta spoke up. “So, tell me about this story you’re reading.”

Katniss froze. She felt a layer of heat surrounding her face, and her temples began to pulse. She wasn’t sure if she was shocked or embarrassed or startled. Probably a combination of all three. “It’s, um … it’s nothing really. You’ll probably just think it’s stupid and make fun of me or something.”

Peeta eyed her seriously. “Katniss,” he enunciated her name and halted his pace. “If it’s something that you like … if it brings you any amount of joy, then I will never make fun of it. I just … now, maybe you will think this is stupid, but … I— I just want to be a part of your life. I want to share what I love with you, and I want you to feel comfortable enough to share the things you love with me.”

Katniss felt her heart swelling from his words. Damn him, she thought at his impeccable penchant for always knowing the right thing to say.

“Well … I guess that, um … when we get back, I can pull it up on my phone and you can read it,” Katniss suggested doubtfully.

“No. I don’t want to read your phone; I want you to tell me what it is. What’s it about?”

Katniss felt the heat spreading to her cheeks for what felt like the millionth time tonight. “Okay, well I guess it’s, um … fluff and smut … and lemons and oranges.”

Peeta was taken aback, a line forming between his brows from confusion. “Okay, why do I get the feeling you’re not talking about marshmallow fluff and actual fruit?”

“It’s just the … lingo they use, I guess. I mean, it’s just … um … just … mostly stories about love. Romance stories. It’s based off the trilogy “Hearts and Arrows,” and like … talented fans who weren’t ready for the book to end, or they wanted a different ending, well, they sorta write their own stories for the characters.”

“Ahh, okay.” Peeta nodded, his eyes twinkling as he absorbed the information. “Is there sex?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” Katniss admitted nervously. She was still waiting for Peeta to laugh at her, or pick on her for reading fanfiction like some silly teenager.

“So, basically, it’s porn … but for people with imaginations,” Peeta said, thinking he was beginning to understand.

“Well, I mean … yes, and no. Some of the stories have very little plot and are mostly just hot and steamy word porn. But then there are other stories that delve deep into the characters with little or no sex implied. And then, of course, there are stories that have a little bit of both.”

“And is your Hearts and Cupids the only set of stories on there, or are there other fan-based stories, too?”

Katniss turned to scrutinize her boyfriend, her brows knitted with confusion. Was he seriously interested in this, or was he mocking her? She couldn’t tell.

“Well, first of all, it’s Hearts and Arrows, not Cupids. And, yeah, there’s probably fanfiction for every book, television show, and movie. Some are more popular than others, though.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Peeta said, just as the canopy was within his range of sight. “You get to escape into this make-believe world with these characters you love when you get sad, angry, happy, stressed out, or whatever other emotion fancies your tide. That sounds pretty amazing to me, and I don’t know why you would feel ashamed of it. If it makes you happy, that’s all that matters.”

Katniss grinned from ear to ear, shaking her head. “How are you— why are you so perfect? What did I ever do to deserve you, Peeta?”

“Oh, Katniss,” Peeta sighed, closing the distance between them and kissing Katniss full on the mouth. “You deserve so much more than me, but I swear to you that I will do everything in my power to be worthy of you.”

“Now, go get your phone so we can read some word porn,” he added playfully.

“Oh, y-you were serious?” Katniss faltered, her eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets. Peeta nodded, his eyes suddenly darkening with something mischievous.

Katniss retrieved her phone, turned it on, and opened the fanfiction app. She scrolled through her library, searching for a story that wasn’t too corny or cheesy, one that had just the right amount of smut. She grinned when she came across the title “Invasion” and excitedly tapped on it. If Peeta didn’t tease her after reading this one … if he didn’t go running for the hills, then she would definitely know he was a keeper. Although, she had an inkling he already was.

“Okay, um … I found one,” Katniss mumbled nervously, yet excitedly, and handed her phone to Peeta.

Peeta grinned, accepting his girlfriend’s phone. “So, do I, uh … need to know anything beforehand? Like … do you need to give me a rundown of the original story?”

“No, it’s an A/U story—” Peeta’s forehead wrinkled with confusion, prompting Katniss to back up. “A/U means ‘Alternate Universe.’ Basically, it’s a stand-alone story, only using the characters from the original series,” Katniss explained to a bewildered Peeta. “Basically, you won’t be lost if you don’t know anything about the original story beforehand.”

“Ahh, okay.” Peeta nodded, pretending to understand before taking Katniss’s arm and pulling her into the canopy.

Katniss’s jaw dropped, and her eyes grew huge when she entered the cozy space and saw all the time and effort Peeta had put into preparing the canopy for her. It was a small, blocked-off area for the residents of the Magdalene to use. Normally, it was nothing more than two benches, a table, a few chairs, and a grill. But Peeta had transformed it into something out of a fairy tale.

When Peeta first brought Katniss out here for dinner, she was amazed. She thought he’d gone above and beyond the call of duty. But this—for the umpteenth time tonight she felt her heart swelling, her stomach fluttering with so much emotion she thought she might combust.

Gone were the benches, table, chairs, and grill, replaced by large, fluffy pillows covering the entirety of the sand, and even more pillows leaning against the sides. There were even twinkling white lights that filled the tiny space. It was … perfect.

“Oh my god, Peeta— when did you have time to do all of this?” Katniss bellowed, almost in tears.

“I told you, Katniss. I would do anything for you,” he said, pulling her to his chest. He rested his hands on her waist and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“Is that—?” Katniss began, straining her ears to hear an unfamiliar sound. “Do I hear music?”

“Yeah,” Peeta admitted bashfully, “it’s just one of my Bluetooth speakers, connected to my phone. It’s not surround sound, but—”

“It’s perfect!” Katniss asserted, locking her arms around Peeta’s neck and melding their lips together.

“Come on, let’s get comfortable. I’m ready to read me some fanfiction!” Peeta declared enthusiastically.

Katniss chose a pillow at the far corner of the canopy, using another pillow to lean against. Peeta gave her time to get comfortable before crawling over and situating himself behind her. He wriggled around until he was nestled cozily behind Katniss, stretching his legs out on either side of her.

“Aliens don’t creep you out, do they?” Katniss peered over her shoulder to see her beautiful boyfriend’s sparkling blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

Peeta raised an inquisitive brow. “No, um … should they?” Katniss grinned, handing Peeta her phone.

~*~*~

“Who goes out in the middle of a cornfield … and alone in the dead, middle of the night?” Peeta chuckled as they read the intro to the story. Apparently, the heroine of the original story was a stubborn, bad-ass girl who feared no one and nothing, except for some kind of ‘Game.’ In this particular story though, she accepted a dare from her friends: to stand alone for an hour in the center of a cornfield.

Katniss giggled at Peeta’s objections. “Keep going. I swear it gets better. You’re going to love it, I promise.”

“At the first touch of her fingers between her legs, Kallie’s eyes slipped closed,” Peeta continued reading, finally fully invested and intrigued by the story. His voice lowered an octave, feeling a tingling sensation tickling his legs. “She moaned in relief. The moment had a dream-like quality; even just her hands on herself felt like an out-of-body experience, probably because there was no place in Kallie’s rational state of mind where she could imagine herself doing this.”

“What’s wrong, are you okay?” Peeta paused, noticing Katniss fanning her face. Katniss nodded, relieved she wasn’t facing Peeta so that he wasn’t privy to the embarrassment tinged on her cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just … warm in here.” Peeta couldn’t help but grin. Katniss was a terrible liar; she was turned on. Like really, really turned on. Suddenly, he got an idea.

“Here, you hold the phone; I’ll keep reading,” he suggested, needing the use of both hands. Katniss accepted her phone without hesitation, but curious all the same as to what Peeta had up his sleeve.

“Her fingers moved frantically between her legs, chasing relief, while she pinched and squeezed her nipples with the other hand. She gasped each time her fingertips brushed against her swollen clit.”

Slowly, Peeta’s fingers lightly danced their way up Katniss’s legs, tickling across her calves, softly cascading over her thighs until they reached their destination, her inner thigh. He struggled to make out the words on her phone as his fingers snuck through the seam of her panties. At first, Katniss tensed from his unexpected touch, but her tension melted almost instantly. As if her appendages had a mind of their own, Katniss found her knees relaxing, lowering and widening to grant him access.

Peeta continued reading, his voice tickling the side of Katniss’s neck. “Soon, Kallie was biting her lip, trying to contain the noises slipping between her lips as her body climbed towards its peak, her hips rocking, her knees pressed down in the hard-packed soil, panting for breath as her head swam and her vision grew foggy.

She wasn’t getting there, though. How was this not happening?”Peeta paused, lightly brushing his fingers along Katniss’s already soaked folds. Katniss let out a whimper when Peeta used his free hand to pinch her hardened nipples. Then, copying the main character of the story, he plunged a single digit into her hot, wet center. He pushed his finger in and then slid it out; in and out, in and out, just like this ‘Kallie.’

“Mmmmm,” Katniss moaned, unable to contain her vocal cords.

“It’s your turn to read,” Peeta instructed Katniss; all she could do was nod.

Katniss picked up where Peeta left off, with much difficulty as Peeta closed his eyes and listened intently. Whenever the characters would do something, touch themselves or each other, Peeta would replicate the action on his girlfriend.

Katniss read aloud as Kallie unknowingly awaited the arrival of her alien lover, by way of pheromones— hot, wet, and ready for his touch.

“You are ready for me now, I think. Soon I will bury myself so far inside you that neither of us will know where you end and I begin.” Katniss couldn’t get past three words without panting from Peeta’s touch.

“She gaped at what was happening below Tristan’s waist.

His cock was growing, not just out, but around, and it was swelling at such an alarming rate, she began to worry precisely how the sex would work. It could very well be too much for her to fit if it kept going that way. But then his cock stopped, holding steady at an imposing but not quite frightening size.

Kallie sighed in relief. And then she squeezed her thighs in anticipation.

Tristan was magnificent.

She watched, dumbfounded, as he pulled his fingers back out and sucked them clean, maintaining steady eye contact.”

Katniss struggled to focus on the letters on her phone, fought to keep her eyes open as Peeta crawled around, nestling himself snugly between her legs. He nipped gently at the fabric of her underwear, slowly and gently removing her panties with his teeth, before massaging her inner thighs with his tongue. He ran the slick muscle up and down her folds before submerging a single digit inside her. And then two.

“Oh fuck!” Katniss cried out at three. And then, just like Tristan-the-alien, he retracted his fingers, locked eyes with Katniss, and licked his own fingers clean.

“Peeta—I—I can’t keep r-reading,” Katniss panted, feeling as if she were about to burst.

“Put it down. We’ll finish later,” Peeta commanded. Katniss didn’t need to be told twice and promptly tossed her phone onto a neighboring pillow.

Katniss readied herself to move in closer to Peeta when he plunged his three fingers inside her and began to circumnavigate his tongue around her clit. Katniss immediately melted into the pillows, unable to protest or object—not that she wanted to, even if she could. But she didn’t want the pleasure to only be one-way tonight. She wanted to pleasure her amazing, wonderful, perfect boyfriend, too. If anyone deserved it, it was Peeta.

“Peeta—I—” Katniss began, but Peeta just shushed her.

“Soon, baby, soon. I promise. Just let me—” he paused, submerging his three fingers deeper, deeper, into her core and curling them up. Then he clamped his hot, wet mouth around the little bundle of nerves, much like a suction cup, applying just enough pressure in that one perfect spot. Her walls tightened around his digits as Peeta relished in the sensation of her legs quivering with pleasure. Katniss couldn’t take it anymore and fisted her fingers through Peeta’s unruly hair, locked her legs tightly around his neck, and screamed out his name as she came completely untethered at the seams.

Peeta eased the pressure on her clit as he waited for the aftershocks to subside. While giving her muscles time to relax, Peeta serenaded her inner thighs with soft, sweet kisses before slowly massaging her walls with his fingers again. There was nothing he loved more than bestowing his beautiful, grey-eyed beauty with pleasure, and he was more than ready, willing and eager to bring her to climax once more when she clenched her thighs around his neck. And then, with her fingers still tangled in his hair, she pulled his head up so their eyes could meet.

“No,” she affirmed.

Peeta stopped at once, although confused, raising a questioning brow. He worried for a moment that he’d done something that hurt her.

“It’s my turn.” Katniss grinned mischievously as she crawled her way down to her perfect, magnificent boyfriend.

Peeta wanted to protest but remembered that tonight, Katniss was in charge. He had, after all, volunteered as tribute.

Katniss stripped her strong, sexy, glorious boyfriend down to nothing, thankful for the comfort of the pillows, situating herself between his thighs. She took in the sight of his naked form as the electricity surged through every nerve in her body. He really was beautiful, and she absently thought she could be happy doing nothing but staring at him for the rest of time.

Their eyes locked with a burning desire, a heated passion for the other.

“God, you’re so big,” Katniss embellished as she wrapped her hand firmly around Peeta’s cock. She used her other hand to secure her free-falling locks as she dipped her head down and licked the moisture from the tip of his hardened member. She moaned with pleasure while her tongue massaged and caressed its way up his shaft—up and down, up and down, the vibration causing him to swell even more. Then she swirled her tongue against the tip of his head.

“Oh fuck—” Peeta grunted, closing his eyes, and savoring the pleasure she gave him. “K— Katniss,” he faltered, struggling to form his words. “Y-you don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t have to Peeta, but I want to. You make me feel so good—” she mumbled with a mouthful of his cock, “and I want you to feel that good, too.”

Peeta compelled his eyes to open, straining to focus, and took hold of Katniss’s hair, allowing her other hand complete freedom.

As Katniss licked him up and down, squeezing his shaft at the base of his cock, ensuring he received pleasure even in the places her mouth couldn’t reach, she felt adventurous and tilted her head up to meet Peeta’s eyes—something she had never felt comfortable doing before.

In that one split-second, no words were spoken, yet entire books could have been written. So many feelings were conveyed as their eyes locked. They both felt the heat, the unrelenting passion surge through their bodies—and they both became insatiable for more. It was electrifying. Their desire for the other was off the charts; they wanted, needed, and yearned to be closer.

“Come, I need your lips up here,” Peeta commanded, gently tugging her up to his lap. Without hesitation, Katniss crawled up, hungrily devouring his lips with hers. Peeta took this opportunity to flip Katniss so that she was pinned beneath him. While he couldn’t complain that their sexual exploration was anything but gratifying, he had to admit that missionary was his favorite position because it allowed him to look deep into Katniss’s eyes. In this position, he felt closer to Katniss than he had ever felt with any other human being. Ever. Nothing in this entire universe could compare to the way she made him feel.

Peeta grabbed onto his cock, teasing her opening with his head before reaching over her and grabbing something from the pocket of his shorts. Knowing what he was aiming to retrieve, Katniss tugged on his arm to gain his attention.

Peeta cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“Birth control kicked in,” Katniss whispered. “I need to feel you, Peeta, with no barriers,” she begged him throatily.

Peeta’s eyes widened, and the foil packet in the pocket of his shorts was all but forgotten. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Katniss’s, trailing soft kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and finally, fluttering down to her breasts. He cupped one mound in each hand and enveloped a pebbled nipple into his readied mouth.

Katniss felt as if she was going to combust. “Ooh, Peeta,” she moaned, writhing erratically with pleasure. “Please, Peeta,” she begged him insatiably.

Peeta lined himself up with her entrance and with one quick thrust, he had her impaled. “Holy fuck, you feel fucking amazing,” he grunted, remaining still, afraid this would all be over if he moved even a fraction of a millimeter.

Once he had regained a modicum of control, he slowly retracted to the cusp of her entrance and then submerged himself deep, deep, deeper inside, creating slow, even strides. His cock pulsed rapidly against her walls, and he was certain there was nothing in this world that felt better than being completely surrounded by her.

Katniss wrapped her legs around Peeta’s waist, digging her heels into the back of his calves as she clenched her walls around his throbbing cock.

“Oh god, don’t do that— I— I’m not ready for this to be over,” with their eyes locked, Peeta pleaded with her. Katniss smiled, squeezing Peeta’s ass cheeks just as he slammed into her— hard and deep, again and again, several times over.

“Oh fuck! Peeta! Harder! More!” Katniss demanded after each thrust. Then she wriggled out from underneath him and perched herself on top.

Their hands were locked, their fingers entwined together just above Peeta’s chest as Katniss rose up slowly to the tip of his cock. Then, out of nowhere, she rammed herself down— hard and fast, grinding against him. She did this several times, both of them crying out their pleasure.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m close,” Katniss cried out, eyes closed to savor the pleasure.

Peeta nodded his assent, urging her to keep going. She ground into him, grinding her clit against the coarse hairs that rested on his pubic bone. Peeta stuck his pinky finger into his mouth and drenched the digit, then leaned up, curving his hand around to Katniss’s backside to massage her back entrance. Katniss did not object, so just as he felt her tightening against him, he pushed his pinky in, offering her double penetration.

“Look at me,” Peeta commanded just before they both exploded with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Katniss moaned and wailed. Connected not only by their genitals but their hearts, they both exploded like that— joined in the most intimate of ways with their eyes cemented on the other. And it was heavenly.

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