#Lightis Week

[reasonsforhope]

"It is 70 years since AT&T’s Bell Labs unveiled a new technology for turning sunlight into power. The phone company hoped it could replace the batteries that run equipment in out-of-the-way places. It also realised that powering devices with light alone showed how science could make the future seem wonderful; hence a press event at which sunshine kept a toy Ferris wheel spinning round and round.

Today solar power is long past the toy phase. Panels now occupy an area around half that of Wales, and this year they will provide the world with about 6% of its electricity—which is almost three times as much electrical energy as America consumed back in 1954. Yet this historic growth is only the second-most-remarkable thing about the rise of solar power. The most remarkable is that it is nowhere near over.

To call solar power’s rise exponential is not hyperbole, but a statement of fact. Installed solar capacity doubles roughly every three years, and so grows ten-fold each decade. Such sustained growth is seldom seen in anything that matters. That makes it hard for people to get their heads round what is going on. When it was a tenth of its current size ten years ago, solar power was still seen as marginal even by experts who knew how fast it had grown. The next ten-fold increase will be equivalent to multiplying the world’s entire fleet of nuclear reactors by eight in less than the time it typically takes to build just a single one of them.

Solar cells will in all likelihood be the single biggest source of electrical power on the planet by the mid 2030s. By the 2040s they may be the largest source not just of electricity but of all energy. On current trends, the all-in cost of the electricity they produce promises to be less than half as expensive as the cheapest available today. This will not stop climate change, but could slow it a lot faster. Much of the world—including Africa, where 600m people still cannot light their homes—will begin to feel energy-rich. That feeling will be a new and transformational one for humankind.

To grasp that this is not some environmentalist fever dream, consider solar economics. As the cumulative production of a manufactured good increases, costs go down. As costs go down, demand goes up. As demand goes up, production increases—and costs go down further. This cannot go on for ever; production, demand or both always become constrained. In earlier energy transitions—from wood to coal, coal to oil or oil to gas—the efficiency of extraction grew, but it was eventually offset by the cost of finding ever more fuel.

As our essay this week explains, solar power faces no such constraint. The resources needed to produce solar cells and plant them on solar farms are silicon-rich sand, sunny places and human ingenuity, all three of which are abundant. Making cells also takes energy, but solar power is fast making that abundant, too. As for demand, it is both huge and elastic—if you make electricity cheaper, people will find uses for it. The result is that, in contrast to earlier energy sources, solar power has routinely become cheaper and will continue to do so.

Other constraints do exist. Given people’s proclivity for living outside daylight hours, solar power needs to be complemented with storage and supplemented by other technologies. Heavy industry and aviation and freight have been hard to electrify. Fortunately, these problems may be solved as batteries and fuels created by electrolysis gradually become cheaper...

The aim should be for the virtuous circle of solar-power production to turn as fast as possible. That is because it offers the prize of cheaper energy. The benefits start with a boost to productivity. Anything that people use energy for today will cost less—and that includes pretty much everything. Then come the things cheap energy will make possible. People who could never afford to will start lighting their houses or driving a car. Cheap energy can purify water, and even desalinate it. It can drive the hungry machinery of artificial intelligence. It can make billions of homes and offices more bearable in summers that will, for decades to come, be getting hotter.

But it is the things that nobody has yet thought of that will be most consequential. In its radical abundance, cheaper energy will free the imagination, setting tiny Ferris wheels of the mind spinning with excitement and new possibilities.

This week marks the summer solstice in the northern hemisphere. The Sun rising to its highest point in the sky will in decades to come shine down on a world where nobody need go without the blessings of electricity and where the access to energy invigorates all those it touches."

-via The Economist, June 20, 2024

[bangrychannie]

Stray Kids Fic Recs: College AU Part 2

Hello! It's been a while since I did my last rec list, so here's another one! College AU Part 2. Feel free to request a rec list in my ask box :)

My other fic rec lists

rule number one by evesmysoul (Minsung | 7/7 | 144200 | Explicit)

“If we’re doing this, we need written rules,” he said, spelling out “Rule Number One:” on the paper in front of him. “Rules?” Minho asked, sounding confused. “Yes, rules.” “What kind of rules?” Or Jisung’s broken heart leads him to make an arrangement with his mysterious classmate Minho. He believes everything will work out, as long as neither of them breaks the rules.

You're lucky that you get to read this all at once and don't have to wait for updates haha. One of my favs of all time, chapter 3 changed my brain chemistry and the smut and angst is life changing

You're starting to feel... very sleepy by megaversenumber1fan (Jilix | 1/1 | 7295 | Explicit)

“There’s no way it’ll work,” Seungmin said, removing himself from Jisung’s personal space and sitting back on his bed. He had a smirk on his face that Jisung had learned to be challenging him. “Wanna bet?” Jisung asked. He stood up, stalking over so he was towering over Seungmin. He looked up at Jisung with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of mirth. “I bet I can make you think you’re actually a dog.” “Yeah right,” Seungmin laughed, rolling his eyes. “You know what? Sure. Loser buys dinner for tonight.” — On a lazy summer day, Jisung tries his hand at hypnosis. There are unintended consequences.

Silly fic with great smut, what more could you ask for?

roundabouts and merry go rounds - sunshinedozing (Hyunsung | 1/1 | 14087 | Explicit)

“Why do you cover your tattoo?” Hyunjin asks quietly. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” “Ah, no it’s okay. I… met my soulmate. A long time ago.” Jisung swallows, looking anywhere but Hyunjin. “It didn’t work out.” “Oh. Was it because…” “I’m trans? Surprisingly, no. This was before that.” “I’m sorry.” There’s a long pause before Jisung replies, and when he does there’s something in his voice that Hyunjin can’t quite get a read on “It’s not like it’s your fault.”

Sometimes, second time's the charm.

Soulmate AU, trans representation, angst with a happy ending. Love this one!

thanks for calling by bangrychannie and megaversenumber1fan (Minsung | 2/2 | 13714 | Teen)

“H-hi, Is this the Soonie, Doongie, Dori show?” Jisung stuttered, immediately regretting it. He couldn’t even say hello like a normal person, for fuck’s sake. Obviously this was the Soonie, Doongie, Dori show! He went silent for a few seconds, before remembering that dead air is bad on the radio. “It sure is. I can’t believe I have any listeners other than them,” Lee Know’s voice cut in, saving Jisung from the awkward silence. “Yeah, I’ve been listening for a few weeks, actually. Your voice helps me sleep. I’m an insomniac, and nothing has really worked before I found your show.” Jisung rambled, his face flushing as he talked. “So you called me to tell me I’m boring?” Lee Know asked, tone neutral.

Or: Jisung is an insomniac who's tried everything he can to get a good night's sleep. Nothing worked until he stumbled upon the Soonie, Doongie, Dori show on his college's radio station.

My magnum opus

likey lighty by flying_dream (Seungjin | 1/1 | 8985 | Teen)

It starts when East Asian Soc decides to host an event to raise money for charity. Their event of choice? A mini Take Me Out night: university style! Buy a ticket and watch sixteen single students vie for a date with one of four single men! Seungmin doesn't think much of it - until he finds out that Hyunjin has volunteered as one of the single men up for grabs. As in, his best friend Hyunjin. As in, the guy Seungmin has been in love with for two years. So he signs up.

Short and sweet

Han Jisung Fucks: A National Geographic Special by Skzoodle (Minsung | 4/4 | 59785 | Explicit)

After flunking out of college due to a depressive episode and rampant untreated anxiety, Jisung transfers schools in his Sophomore year. With his confidence in shambles and no friends, Jisung feels like a wet noodle of a person—especially when he finds himself rooming with seven hot guys who have incredibly strong personalities. And he’s just… Jisung. Or, Jisung’s journey of self-discovery and gaining confidence as he figures out how to fit in with his new friends, overcomes imposter syndrome, (and loses his virginity along the way).

Quintessential college AU fanfic, with some virgin Jisung thrown in <3

a whole new world by cloudfall (Minsung | 1/1 | 12871 | explicit)

Han Jisung, well-known serial flirt, makes a big mistake when he tries to hit on the wrong people at Chan’s party. They flip his world view when they ask why he hasn’t tried dick yet, and suddenly Jisung is on the hunt to discover how to handle his way around dick. Enter Chan’s friend, Lee Minho, who will supposedly teach him anything and everything he needs to know about taking dick up the ass like a pro.

Love me a gay awakening fic

opposites attract by keros (Minchan | 4/4 | 63754 | Explicit)

"I bet he cries when he comes," Minho can't help but murmur, scowling across the room at the smiling boy everyone just seemed to be in love with. "No way," Hyunjin immediately protests with a scoff. "Where did you even get that idea?" "Minho's just moody 'cause he knows Chan wouldn't wanna fuck him," Seungmin states with way too much assuredness. "Oh great." Jisung has finally torn his reverent stare away from Chan to cast Minho some wary side-eye, watching how his best friend has gone dangerously quiet, eyes thinned into a suddenly competitive glare. "Now Minho is gonna have to get Chan to fuck him just to prove a point." "And I will make him cry," Minho promises. - Minho and Chan were total opposites in every way: sharp frowns versus wide smiles, chocolate hair versus beach blonde waves, unforgiving cold against total sunshine. Chan was popular and loved by all, and Minho really couldn't give a fuck. So why, why, why were they perfect for each other?

The smut in this is AMAZING

Hope you enjoy my recs! LMK what you want next!

[imshymorph]

Don’t know how I came to this conclusion but, lumberjack!Soap.

You’ve just got a promotion on your job that not only gives you better pay but it also gives you the chance to work remotely. In other words, gives you the money and time to fucking finally fullfil the urge™ to move to the edge of the forest and live in a cosy cottage.

So that’s exactly what you do, pack up your things and move to a fairly priced cottage with a nice piece of land and no neighbours that make your life impossible. Unlike the ones that had moved to the flat beside yours last year and had fought every single day since, paper thin walls making it seem like you were sitting between them during their screaming matches.

- - - - -

Instead of that you only share the dirt road that takes from the main road to your cottage with another one, and the ways part about halfway through so it doesn’t even feel like you have neighbours. In fact, you’re not even sure you have neighbours, leaving your home just to do stuff like groceries and so to the nearest town, you don’t really encounter the people who supposedly live in the other house.

That is until a couple weeks in, the weather slowly getting colder as winter approaches but leaving a nice enough day to do a small hike to the forest line and the creek that separates the thicker part of the woods from the sparser one you’re quickly getting used to seeing out of your window.

And that’s when you see him, axe hanging from one hand as he rounds a fallen tree, soon enough finding a good spot to start turning it into firewood. You don’t realise how much you really are staring as his body leans back, broad back and firm-looking chest stretching as his bulky arms swing over his head. One big hand by the head of the axe and another on the end, both of them smoothly slipping to the end of the axe as inertia and gravity make it fall into the tree trunk.

It's the crack that the tree bark makes as it’s broken through what makes you flinch lighty and come out of your trance. A small surprised yelp must have left you because the guy turns around to face you, just a few feet away. His eyes run up and down your body and a small grin appears on his face, “didnae ken tha’ there was a new neighbour.”

[fanfictiongirlie]

From Enemies to Expecting - Chapter Two

Steve Roger's Masterlist - Story Masterlist

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader (First person written though)

Description:

A Boozy Mistake. That's all it was. I hated Steve Rogers. And in turn, Steve Rogers hated me. It didn't matter that I was The Avenger's personal chef, we had never gotten alone.

(Unplanned pregnancy fic with Stevie, similar to my Unplanned series with Bucky)

Chapter Rating: General Audiences

Chapter Warnings: Swearing

"FRIDAY, please tell me Captain Grumpy Pants, isn't nearby?" I ask as I walk through the hall from my apartment to the Avengers person kitchen. I stepped into the kitchen as FRIDAY answered me. 

"CAPTAIN AMERICA IS CURRENTLY IN THE KITCHEN" 

"Gee thanks..." I mutter to the AI system, my smile dropped when I saw him, his smile dropping from his lips when he saw me. He narrowed his eyes into a glare and made a move to leave the room. I was grateful, I did not have it in me to even argue with him. 

It was a little later in the day than when I usually made lunch for the Avengers, but they were all still in bed, dealing with hangovers, so I knew they wouldn't mind, so I wrapped a apron around my waist and put my hair in a messy bun. 

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And so a few weeks went on, I avoided Steve like the plague, and carried on with my job. It was easy enough to avoid him when he avoided me too. 

I woke up earlier than usual, against my will, I groaned, my body ached, I couldn't work out why, though I settled on it being that I had worked myself a little too hard recently. What else could it even be... 

I got myself ready for the day and walked to the Avengers kitchen, breakfast was usually the easiest meal of the day, as long as I made a huge helping of each dish, having Thor, Bucky and Steve was like having three hungry lions at the table for every meal. Every breakfast was the same: Eggs, bacon, pancakes, hash browns, sausages, and a few danishes. 

I smiled happily when the Avengers started filtering into the room, Wanda bright as always comes in carrying both twins, she places them in their little cots with the help of Vision before she skips over to me. 

The kitchen I worked in was perfect for me, it was big enough for three people to stand in before feeling cramped, I had always hated big kitchens, I liked having a small one, it was good for grabbing things quickly. There was a small half wall between the kitchen area and dining area, the half wall also served as a serving place for the food I cooked. 

The dining room was simple, one wall was fully windowed, the wall that was directly opposite the kitchen so I always had a wonderful of the grounds around the compound. There was a huge circular table with multiple seats scattered around it, there was also a few large armchairs dotted in the corners for those who wanted to eat in a cosier chair. Wanda had placed the huge cot far enough away from the window so the twins didn't get too much sun, and far enough away from me so they weren't bothered by my kitchen doings. 

"Girlie!" She says excitedly as she skips round to stand behind me, she wraps her arms around my waist and rests her head on my shoulder, I smile as I breath in her perfume. "I'm going to the shops, do you need anything?"

"Uhhhh" I say, thinking about it for the moment, I didn't have to shop for the food I made, so I didn't need to worry about that, and personally, was there anything I fancied? "I'm good, unless you feel like getting me one of those big bars of galaxy chocolate"

Wanda chuckled softly by my ear, the sound causing a shiver to send down my spine, I was acutely aware of her magic dancing through my body as it eased my aching muscles. She never did more than lighty dance her magic through me, just enough to relax me. I was grateful for it. I don't think I had ever had such a great best friend. 

"Okay chocolate! No period stuff? Uhh cold medicines, that sort of thing?" She asks, I think about it once more, and then feel myself go a little cold. My mind suddenly went a million thoughts per second as I did some mental maths. 

"How about I go with you?" I suggest calmly, I didn't want to raise any alarm from anyone in the room, especially Steve, who was now sitting with Bucky and Sam by the window. She agreed, like she wouldn't. 

So we travelled to the shops together, I took one twin and she had the other as we left the car park and walked into the store together. We placed the twins in one of those double trolleys, cooing at them both as we walked into the shops, they were awake now, looking at us both with wide eyes. 

When we had the things Wanda wanted, and the chocolate bar, I stop walking as she heads to the tills. 

"I'll uhh meet you at the check out, I just need to grab something" I say, she nods and I quickly walk through the door. I grabbed the pregnancy test and hid it as I rushed back to the tills, in fear that someone I know would see me. Wanda was already at the checkouts when I joined her, she looked down at the box I had and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. 

"Is that for you?" She asks. 

"Yeah, don't tell anyone...I'm not sure, but I missed my period, and it's always safe to check" I say rambling slightly, my last period was two weeks before the party, and the party was..four..no five weeks ago. Wanda's worried look suddenly became a sly smirk. 

"Who did you sleep with?" She asks, playfully. 

"You won't believe me" I mutter, feeling my cheeks redden. We stopped our conversation for a moment to hustle the shopping and the twins into the car, and when we climbed in ourselves, she didn't drive, she turned to me with a grin. 

"Okay, tell me" She said earnestly. 

"It was Steve" I mumbled. 

Wanda frowned, her eyes widened slightly, she was clearly shocked. She was the one I complained to about every argument I had with Steve. 

"Steve huh? I thought you hated each other? I mean, you're always arguing."

"We do hate one another" I mutter, I still couldn't remember what had happened that night. "We were drunk"

"So the box is just a precaution?" She asks. 

"I missed a period, and I've been feeling a little not myself recently, could be stress, but I wanted to check...in case" I say, rambling a little as I spoke. I knew Wanda wouldn't mind, she liked when I rambled.

"Do you need any company? You know, when you find out?" She asked as she finally started the car, the twins were asleep in the back, and she didn't want them to nap for too long. 

"No, I'll be alright" I say with a smile, I wasn't sure I wanted to find out at all. I was almost confidant I wasn't pregnant, I was just stressed, but I can't remember if Steve and I used protection, I had searched my room for a used condom, but there was none, so the odds were against me. We got back to the compound and immediately I went back to my rooms, and took it. 

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That night, I walked to the kitchens feeling a little shaky, sure I hadn't exactly eaten much today, so that could be partly the reason I was shaking, but it wasn't. I stepped in, seeing Steve leaning against the wall near my kitchen with a mug in his hand. 

"Is everything okay?" He asks, I roll my eyes, I wasn't in the mood for him and his super sperm today. So I gave him my usual sneer. 

"Why do you care, Rogers?" I snap. 

"Because I'm not a heartless jerk, despite what you might think. Is everything okay?"

I stare at him for a moment, biting my lip to stop myself from crying. He took a step closer to me, the two of us were opposite one another in the small gap between the kitchen and dining part of the room. 

"What's wrong?" He asks, his tone quieter than before. It was almost caring. I shook my head and took a step back. 

"I need to cook dinner, not talk about my issues" 

"Whatever you say, chef" He mutters. I step away from him and get busy in the kitchen, I start by chopping vegetables. Steve didn't leave the room, he stayed sipping his coffee, watching me as I worked. Usually I would snap at him, but I didn't have it in me right now. 

"Fuck" I mutter, having caught my finger with the knife. I huffed and rolled my eyes at myself. Stupid... I reached for the first aid kit. 

"Are you okay?" Steve asks as he suddenly appears by my side. "Let me take a look"

"I'm fine" I mutter. "Working in a kitchen means you're used to sharp blade injuries" I finish cleaning the cut and putting a little blue plaster on it. Steve sighed and took a step back. 

"I just wanted to help"

"I..I didn't ask for help" I answer, not meeting his eyes as I go back to chopping. I sighed as I watched him sit at the dining table, he had a right to know. And here I was withholding the news. I had no idea who he would react, five years of hating one another, five years of horrible snide comments. And now...I still hated him. 

But he did have a right to know, and the room was empty, and would only be empty for maybe ten more minutes. I took a deep breath in, sucking down my pride. 

"Steve.." I mumble, he looks up from his coffee mug. 

"What is it?" He asks, turning his body to face my direction as he folds his arms over his chest. 

"Uhh" I stuttered, meeting his eyes. I had never noticed how blue they were, I wonder if the-no...I needed to tell him...

Steve raised an eyebrow at me, he was frowning. "What is it?"

"Remember the night we promised to never speak of?" I say, my voice a little uneasy. Steve didn't react for a few moments, before his eyes widened a little. 

"Yeah, I remember" He said, his eyes were flickering from mine to anywhere else in the room. 

"Uhh...oh fuck... this is really difficult" 

Steve stood up, towering over me, I made a motion to step further back, not enjoying how close he was to me. 

"Just tell me, for god's sake. You're killing me here."

"Can you maybe not be a dick right now?" I hiss, my chest felt tight, and I knew my face had turned a deeper shade of red. His eyes narrowed at me, I could tell he wanted to argue with me. 

"I'm not being a dick!" He said through gritted teeth. "Just tell me what's wrong, please"

"I'm...uh..." I take in a deep breath, allowing the air to feel my lungs. It didn't make me feel any better. "I'm pregnant"

Steve's eyes went wide, it looked like everything in his world had come to an halt. He swallowed hard and licked his lips, shaking his head. 

"...what? What.. did you just say?"

"I think you heard me..." I say quietly. 

Steve blinked hard and took a seat, he looked pale, and like maybe he was about to be sick. 

"God damn..." He muttered, he looked like he needed a drink, I felt like I needed a drink. Fuck, I wish I could have a drink. "Are you keeping it?" He asks softly. 

"Yes...yeah, I uhh don't...I don't like the idea of termination" I say truthfully, I wasn't against it, but personally for me, I couldn't go through with that. It felt too invasive. Steve was looking at me deep in my eyes, his expression was serious. 

"I'm going to support you." His tone was determined as he spoke, it made me feel a little better, I wasn't sure if he was going to want to be apart of this, but it looked like he did. 

"Uhh yeah, thanks" I say awkwardly. "I have an appointment tomorrow, to check that I'm one hundred percent pregnant, the test said no, but yeah..." I explain, feeling my entire body overheat. I wanted to run and hide myself. 

"I'd like to go with you, if you don't mind..for moral support." 

"Yeah, I was telling you, so you could uh decide if you wanted to come..."

Steve nodded, he looked as shocked as I felt, one because we weren't arguing and two, because I was pregnant. I wasn't sure which was I was more shocked at. 

"I'll be there" He says, in a tone I had never really heard from Steve, but I knew he was promising me. I nodded and turned away, going back to the kitchen to cook dinner for the team. It was pasta night, and they would be mad if food wasn't done on time. I premade the pasta, usually the night before so they get to have fresh pasta for their meal, and then I make a few different dishes, nothing too fancy, just so they had choice. Steve let out a shaky breath, I did want to ask him if he was okay, but it didn't feel like my place to ask him, so I carried on working, only smiling when the team started filtering into the room. 

Chapter Three will be posted June 22nd

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[darling-i-read-it]

Window Cracked Open

Jeff the Killer x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: god where do i start, reader is clearly deranged in the sense that she finds love in fear (yes that was a jab at me), blood, a knife, jeff lighty threatening the reader, overall scary writing?, mentions of jeff being too skinny and unhuman, descriptions of jeffs scarring (let me know if i missed any!) 

Author’s Note: i was trying to watch a romance show and it made me so deranged and sad that i wrote this because i feel more comfortable in fear than i do in love sometimes. 

Summary: Literally no plot just Jeff showing up one night 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

He always came in without warning. His limbs sprawled out, always gangly and white. Even in the dark, there was something illuminating about them. Monstrous. They moved too slow, with too much precision. Predatory. You never would have guessed he was once a human. Despite the two arms and two legs, he always seemed something otherworldly. You never knew when he would show. Sometimes it would be months without so much as a peep. Sometimes he would be gone mere days, mumbling something about the cold, pretending he felt normal feelings. 

The air coming through the window was chilly. It was crisp and comforting. Summer had finally started to dissipate. The sun had started to set sooner. The leaves started to turn. They fell to the ground, being run over by cars with the heater blasting. When the darkness fell over the night you could feel your muscles start to relax. The tenseness in your body rested when you got under warm blankets, a candle lit by your bedside. 

It had been weeks. The sticky sweat of the summer had Jeff on the run. You never knew where he went when he was gone for long periods of time. It just made you antsy. Even after plenty of time, you could never go to sleep at peace. You left the window cracked open, always prepared for someone to come climbing in, something that looked like a monster under your bed. 

You could have shut it. Locked it. Bought double locks or something, gone to the local hardware store and asked for better protection or cameras or something. It would put you at ease. Jeff would get the message. 

But God, where’s the fun in that? 

You were in between consciousness. You could still hear everything around you, make  note of the normal noises as they came and went. The fan blowing, causing your curtains to slightly move. The sound of your clock, ticking. The familiar fabric moving with the wind from the window. 

A creak on the window. 

At first, you didn’t even open your eyes. You dismissed it as something in your dreams, something you could almost touch. The comforting feeling of sleep was about to overtake you and honestly, you were ready to let it. You could ignore something that echoed far away, nothing more than a simple abnormality. 

Then a longer creak. Weight shifting on the sill. 

You opened your eyes. It was dark. You had a little night light in the corner of your room by the door. You could see the edges of it from where you were laying. Your body stayed still. Listening. Waiting. You could see your digital clock on the bedside table. Nearing the witching hour. 

Finally, there was a footstep on your carpet. You could barely hear it. If it wasn’t so quiet otherwise, you would never have noticed it. 

You put your palm against your mattress. You used it to shift your weight, sitting up. 

Jeff was standing by the window. You could see him only by his silhouette. Your eyes weren’t used to the darkness yet but you the gentle night light illuminated against his striking figure. All sharp. The connection between his limbs seemed stagnant. Holding themselves together only by the sheer need to. You recognized him by his familiar motifs. 

There was a long moment of complete stillness. Jeff stood at the window. You could imagine his eyes scanning the room, feverishly taking in his surroundings, understanding each and everything you had changed since he had been there last. You sat on the bed, watching him, breathing shallowly. You recognized that this was like a still from a horror movie. You knew that the fear in your chest was only narrowly alarming. There should have been a flight or fight guard behind it. Instead it was just a fear that was welcomed. A feeling you understood, one that you knew well. It paralyzed you from anything else. God, it was a nice feeling. 

Jeff moved. He walked towards your bed, putting both his palms on the comforter and crawling towards you. You could see more of his face as he moved, the night light flashing off his features in different ways. 

His permanent Glasgow smile was stained with dried blood. You lifted your hand towards him, putting it on his cheek. He sat criss cross applesauce in front of you. You had brought your legs towards your body to make room. You wanted to clean the wound, an innate instinct. You wondered how many times you had cleaned it. How many times he just returned it to its idle state. 

His eyes were wide. They always were. It showed no inclination of surprise, just a natural gaze. 

“Why the frown sweetface?” His voice broke the silence. It literally felt like it shattered, waking you from some sort of trance. You hadn’t realized you were frowning. How could he see your expression at all? You could hardly see his.

“You're bleeding.”

“Always.” Your hand dragged down from his cheek. It brushed over his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing. Then onto his hoodie. It looked like it had once been white but was now stained. Dirt. Blood. Guts. You left your hand against his chest. If he had a heart, it would be there. 

“Where have you been?” You wouldn’t get an answer you wanted. You asked anyway. 

“Here, there. No where.” His voice was raspy. Almost playful. “Didja miss me?” His voice remained just above a whisper. You swallowed hard.

“Yes,” you said, honestly. He smiled, as much as he could. “Do you wanna get some clean clothes?” You couldn’t even think twice about how long he had been wearing this set. 

“Sounds like a lotta work.” You half snorted. 

“Couldn’t be any more work than killing someone.”

“That has an end result.” 

“So does changing.” 

“You better watch your tongue,” he threatened, though it felt fake. He took his knife out from an unidentified face, flashing it in your face. It glistened in the night light. “You could be the next one on the other end of my knife.” 

“Is that a promise?” His version of a smile returned. You climbed off the bed, going towards your dresser. You had kept some things that looked mildly like Jeff’s size. You grabbed a different hoodie, a shirt and some slacks. He was watching you. You could feel it. 

You turned back to him. Large eyes watched your movements. 

You threw the clothes at him. He caught it, quickly, easily. 

“Get dressed.” 

“So demanding,” he muttered. He slid off the bed. His movements were always too easy. Too graceful. 

He had no qualms of getting dressed right there. He tossed his things to the side and you watched, climbing back into the bed and leaning against the wall. You watched him. His slender body, white as a sheet, moved like a ghost. He was impossibly skinny. Always cold to the touch, like a corpse. 

Once he had changed, he turned back to you. 

“Happy?” he snarled. 

“Very.” 

He crawled back onto the bed. Jeff sprawled onto the comforter. He pretended it was his, that the warmth and the safety was something he could live in. He knew it wasn’t what he wanted. But it was something he could enjoy, in small doses. 

“Do I get a space?”

“Sleep on the floor.” You scoffed. You shoved him aside, grabbing the top of the comforter and pulling it down. You climbed underneath it and he took the moment to also enjoy the warmth of the blankets. You faced him, cheek against your pillow. It was colder now that he had opened the window gap a little larger. You were going to get blood on your pillows. He likely wouldn’t be there when the sun rose. This would feel like nothing but a dream. 

He grabbed your hip, pulling you closer. He was freezing. Cold blooded, you swore. After a gasp you stifled your emotion. His hair smudged over his face, the tips of it touching your skin. He had pulled you to his chest, his grip like iron. 

Your eyes started to close. Sleep would come easily. You were still in the in-between of consciousness. 

You could feel his lips (or lack thereof) against the top of your head. He buried his face into the pillow so that his nose would remain in your hair, breathing in your shampoo. You would wake up with blood on you more than likely, the feeling of his kisses leaving you before you could comprehend them.   But you slept better with Jeff here then you did without him. All fear and anticipation dissipated. The knowing was far better than the unknown. You fell asleep in his arms, a crazy loopy reasoning in your head about the boy in your arms.

[nevis-the-skeleton]

wired way to ask but what is the doing the parents show their love the most for the sparklings?

#tf#transformer#the polar star

BIG SPOILERS OF THE PART 6 OF "THE POLAR STAR"

This is an interesting question, I will do my best to answer it ^^ with each Sparkling and each Creator.

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Northlight:

Skyfire: He shows his affection mainly with hugs, or by conveying his love through his Capacity Empathy. It’s his way to show affection to his Sparkling, and also to remember that its Capacity can also transmit good things. So, Lighty always knows that, whatever she does, her CreaSky always loves her.

Starscream: Less in physical affection, he expresses it much more with his wings, even if it is often accidental. Northlight never doubts the love of her CreaStar either, because even if he is not always at home, as soon as he is there, he never hides his joy which is reflected in his wings when he sees Sky and Lighty.

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The little Predacons:

Predaking: Predaking is very much into tactile affection, surprise hugs, kisses, pats on the head. He also very often offers outings with those who can fly, then with those who cannot. He also offers outings where everyone can participate.

Steve: Verbal affection mainly. He's a little strict, but the little Predacons know that Steve loves them, they have no doubts. There needs to be a strict but loving Creator in the group.

Darksteel and Skylynx: They are more like big brothers than Creators, they get into mischief with the Sparklings, and never hesitate to tease them, it's their way of showing their affection.

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Twitch:

Dreadwing: The Vossians are pretty reserved when it comes to their affection, but that doesn't mean they don't have any. Twitch enjoys spending calm and silent moments with her CreaWing, not a word is shared, but there is no need of that to share the mutual peace they feel in each other's presence.

Wheeljack: More hugger than Dreadwing in his affections, that's for sure. Twitch is sometimes a little distant, because Wheeljack's affection is sometimes too abrupt. But, Wheeljack always ends up apologize, and Twitch still agrees to have one surprise hug per month.

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Trash:

Springer: They play together, and simulate fights. Springer currently has 30 wins and 1 loss. Trash catch him by surprise, Trash is very proud of it.

Arcee: Affectionate pats and smiles.

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Sideswipe and Sunstreaker:

Ironhide: He love them both equally, and never compare them, they each have their strengths, and Ironhide will never see the point in comparing them. They always go on a picnic outing during the week-end, to be able to fully exercise. So far the twins are loving it.

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Strongarm:

Ultra Magnus: Ultra Magnus is very reserved, just as Strongarm is, but Ultra Magnus makes a point of always telling her a story before she goes to sleep. Strongarm loves every story Ultra Magnus tells her.

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Wildbreak:

KnockOut: Shows his love mainly by looking at the state of the paint on his Sparkling, that's how we did it at Velocitron, and certain habits are not lost. Wildbreak takes care of it, except when he's with Breakdown.

Breakdown: Breakdown and Wildbreak often take escapades into the wilderness, resulting in them returning in a terrible state. KO gets angry, obviously, but that adds to the complicity of Wildbreak and Breakdown. The two always end up giving KnockOut a hug full of mud.

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Drag Strip:

Ransack and Crumblezone: No matter what Dragstrip says, he loves his Creators. They are often stupid and clumsy, but never in their love.

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Sunder and Sceptre:

Froid: He gives them all the love in the world, continuing his hermit life with them, and hiding the terrible history of Cybertron from them. Froid wants to offer them a peaceful life without worry. He tells them stories, and never hesitates to take them in his arms.

[allzelemonz]

Not So Hidden: Bill Williamson X Male Reader X Kieran Duffy

Pronouns: None mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Voyeurism, accidental voyeur, anal fingering, anal sex, m/m/m, threesome, established relationship with a new third, kissing, cuddling, poly ending Summary: Things seem to be a normal night between you and Kieran, albeit more intimate than initially planned, but then you hear someone watching you. A/N: You guys seem to like these two

Bill has claimed to be a proud man on many occasions but he certainly wouldn’t consider himself one now. He has his hand down his pants, stroking himself with as much vigor as he can manage. Initially, when he came upon the sight before him, he tried to restrain himself. He managed about one step backwards before he lost all willpower and took cover behind a tree so he could peek out and watch. His hand followed not much longer because he had such a perfect view.

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The time of warm days and cool nights brings a lightheartedness to camp. People are generally nicer, not egged on by the sweltering heat or freezing cold. It’s a delightful middle ground that makes life easier. Plenty of people keep warm by the fire, getting along with the sharing of stories and swigs of cheap beer. However, the quiet is just as nice.

Specifically, a quiet night is nice when Kieran forgets his duties for once and sits in your lap. The cliff is a few feet away, trees to your back, and stars out in front of you. Kieran stares out at them, his body relaxed against yours as you occupy yourself with softly kissing at his neck. Your arms are wrapped around him firmly but his hands hold them there anyway. He leans his head as you move along his skin, giving you whatever access you need and squirming on occasion when you hit a sensitive spot.

“Kieran…” You mumble into his skin

He stills, having been wiggling his hips and holding in a moan at the way you had been sucking a mark to his skin. Nothing harsh, it’s hardly there. You wouldn’t mark him up like that, leave him to vultures that would make his face flush when they asked. That’s your job.

“You’re starting things, sweetheart.”

Kieran mumbles an apology that you can barely hear. You press your face into the crook of his neck and squeeze him a little tighter. You’ve become half-hard in your pants from his wiggling and neither of you had any plans to go down that road tonight. But then he wiggles his hips again, this time without the provocation of your lips.

“Kieran.” You warn.

“What if I want ya to?” He says softly. “Please.”

You press a kiss to his jaw. “You could’ve just asked.”

His ears go red and you assume his face flushes as well. “Ya know I don’t like talkin’ like that.”

“You were awful forward the first time.” You chuckle, moving your hand to his hips.

“I-I didn’t ask ya that.”

You pull at his shirt to untuck it. “No, you said I was a handsome fella.” Your hands snake under his shirt, fingertips wandering along his bare skin as he shivers from the bit of cool air blowing under the fabric. “Then about a week later you asked if you could kiss me while I was on watch.”

“There was more inbetween!”

Your hands brush over his chest and Kieran wimpers. You press your lips close to his ear.

“Only a week after that you said… what was it, sweetheart?”

“I ain’t proud a’ it.” He mumbles.

You let your hands fall back to his waist. “We were in my tent, innocent little nap, and you turned around and said…”

“God, fine!” Kieran huffs, wiggling his hips again. “I need ya, darlin’. Please.”

“Was that so hard?” You smile, dropping your hands to his thighs and rubbing lighty.

“Yes.”

“Lucky you’re cute, Duffy.” You mumble, pushing him to stand.

You take his hand and lead him into the trees, finding a nice spot where grass outbids dirt. It’s not the first time you’ve hidden away in the woods. Your tent isn’t all that good for privacy, the most you dare do is cuddle at night or give morning kisses when the gang isn’t populated near you. The woods is nothing compared to getting to take Kieran to a hotel, but time is a bigger factor than comfort here. Besides, you have a trip to town planned in a few days and you can spoil the poor boy then.

He knows the steps, his hands already unfastening his pants and tugging them off. You look around to make sure you can’t see camp or any pathways from here, it’s clear. When you turn, Kieran is looking at you with a red face and bare legs. His dick stands out, completely hard in the cold air.

“Shit, Kieran…” You breathe, enamored with how he looks just standing there for you.

He fidgets with his hands, looking down at the ground. “Y-Ya gonna…”

You step towards him and pull him in by the waist. He practically squeaks as his lips meet yours and your hips are pressed together, but he smiles into the kiss. Slowly, you guide him to the ground and sit him on his back, finding a place between his spread legs and moving down his body with soft kisses as you unbutton his shirt.

Then you stop, looking up at him from his waistline. “You don’t have pomade or oil, do you?”

“No…” Kieran says, propping himself up on his elbows. “Ya usually have it.”

You sigh, absentmindedly running a hand along his bare calf as you sit back on your heels. “It’s alright, just means it’ll take longer.”

“What d’ ya mean longer?”

“I’ll use spit, but it’s not as thick so I’ll have to stretch you a lot more.”

Kieran’s face turns red as a strawberry at the implication. “Oh…”

“Easier if you’re on your stomach, sweetheart.” You make a point of the words, just wanting to see if he can get any redder.

“O-Okay.” He nods, face stuck in the deep red as he turns over for you.

Carefully you situate yourself behind him, spreading his legs a little as you admire how the redness spreads around to the back of his neck. “Relax, just like usual.”

Kieran hums in a high pitch to respond.

You put a soft hand on his ass, thumb stroking in comfort until his muscles are no longer tense. Your other hand finds its way into your mouth and you suck on your fingers to coat them. Then you bring it down, one hand spreading him open a bit until you see his hole. Carefully, waiting for cues from the nervous man beneath you, you trace along the rim with wet fingers. He tenses, he always tenses, but soon enough relaxes to your touch. One at a time, just like you’ve done with handfuls of pomade and coatings of oil, you insert your fingers to the knuckle and slowly stretch Kieran open. Every few scissors and thrusts you lean down to carefully dibble more spit between his flexing muscles and your fingers.

His whimpers and moans are muffled by his own hand, knowing camp isn’t ever as far away as it needs to be. He pushes back into you after a while, now relaxed around your fingers and wanting more. You move your other hand to his hip and hold him down as you start to crook your fingers against his prostate. He has to bite down in his hand to hold in his cries but between the muffles and the panting, you hear something else.

A low noise, much too low to be Kieran. The instinct of a gunslinger kicks in as you look without really looking, like there’s a man with a gun behind you and you need to see where he is before you draw. But this man has something very different in his hand. You have caught Bill looking at both you and Kieran on several occasions. It doesn’t matter if you’re together or apart, sitting by the fire, cleaning tables, or chopping wood, Bill’s eyes can likely be found on one of you. He’s always eager to be paired with you on bigger jobs, not that you’d ever pick him to work with after what he nearly did to Kieran. But you know he watches you rather closely even when there’s more pressing things to look at, like men shooting at you. There was one instance that you found him staring when you had your hand on Kieran’s thigh by the scout fire, one where you shoved him when you saw his eyes on Kieran bending over to scrub at a table, and one in which you caught him watching you clean a rifle. And now he’s watching you be truly intimate, must be a dream come true for the pervert of a man.

Handling this is the tricky part. You don’t want Kieran to feel embarrassed, he’d probably get sick to his stomach finding out the man that almost took his balls is getting off to watching him be fingered in the forest. But he also deserves to know that his privacy has been violated. The worst part of it all is that knowing your being watched makes your dick twitch. You’re not sure if it’s so much of being watched as it is Bill that’s doing it. Despite the obvious flaws of his personality and his tendency to act a bit creepy towards Kieran and yourself, he is attractive. Handsome and strong and… shit don’t think about that.

Kieran’s whine at your fingers stilling inside of him draws your attention. You resume your motions of stretching, now leaning over him a bit to get close to his ear so you can whisper.

“I’m gonna tell you something and I need you to stay calm. Okay, sweetheart?”

He looks at you over his shoulder and nods slightly, his hips jerking a bit as you unconsciously press your hips into him and your hardness to his ass.

“Bill is watching us.”

“What-”

You shush him. “Calm, sweetheart.”

He lowers his voice to a whisper, now not minding that your fingers have stopped moving. “He is?”

“We can stop if you want.” You say, trying to be soothing. “Or I could chase him away or beat him senseless, whatever you want.”

Kieran’s cheeks had returned to their usual paleness but now they dust pink. “He’s just… watchin’?”

You hum in the affirmative.

His cheeks turn deeper and he looks away for a moment. “Y-You… How do ya feel about it?”

“It’s not about me-”

“He’s watchin’ you too.”

You finally pull your fingers out of Kieran and rest them on his hip, sighing. “I don’t mind it.”

Kieran is silent for just a single second. “Do ya like it?”

You drop your head against his shoulder. “A little.”

There’s silence for a moment again. “What… What if we, uh…” Kieran groans to himself. “Ya know… had him…”

“You want him to join us?” You hiss, not meaning to sound so taken aback.

Kieran hides his face in the dirt.

You internally scold yourself for sounding harsh about something so sensitive. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m not opposed… just… worried.”

“Ya don’t have to if ya don’t wanna, I just… I kinda-”

“The man nearly gelded you, Kieran.”

“I know, I know.” Kieran whines. “But I… I just…”

“You don’t have to explain it.” You sigh. “I can’t explain it myself.” There’s another bit of silence before you press a kiss to Kieran’s shoulder. “I’ll get him.”

Kieran drops his face to rest on his arms, not moving from his spot on the ground. You stand and face Bill quickly, crossing your arms as your eyes find the slight shadow peeking from behind a tree.

“Williamson.” You call. “Your dick could be much more useful if you get over here.”

He steps back behind the tree for a moment, some kind of choking noise coming from where he is.

Then Kieran speaks from behind you. “Please, Bill?”

His voice even makes you shiver, and you hear that kind of tone every other night. Bill steps out and you can see his red flushed face, nearly as bad as Kieran. He has his hand loosely holding his hard dick as his eyes sweep over the sight of Kieran and his bare ass before moving to you.

You shuffle on your feet a bit, unsure of precisely what to do with this situation. “You, uh, you want something outta this, Bill?”

His eyes hold yours for a moment before they travel slowly over your figure and stop on the stiff outline of your dick pressing against its confines. He nods.

You lick your lips. “Do it then.”

He stumbles forward and anyone that doesn’t know what Bill looks like when he’s actually drunk would think he is, but you know it’s the nerves that make his steps falter. He comes close to you, his hand leaving his dick to pull you in by the waist. His lips press onto yours, harsh and hungry. You can’t stop the moan that comes over you at Bill’s actions. His lips, his dick, his hands, all bringing a need out of you that you didn’t know you had.

A gasp from behind makes you both pull away and look to the blissful sight of Kieran laying on his side as he watches and strokes himself. He turns red, his hand leaving his dick like he’ll get in trouble.

You lean in closer to Bill to whisper. “You can fuck him if you want, or me. We, uh, we both want you, Bill.”

The words feel silly but Bill looks at you like the offer is the best he’s had in his life. “Ya want me?”

You nod because his eyes feel transfixing as he looks at you.

Bill licks his lips. “I-I want ya ta…” He stalls, likely just as unsure as you of what to do with this situation. “You fuck the O’Driscoll.”

“He’s not an O’Driscoll.” You snap.

“Right.” He shies away. “Sorry.”

Seeing Bill so timid is odd. He’s always abrasive and loud, but fucking two men in the woods seems to have made him into a nervous mess.

“Just don’t call him that, alright?”

He nods.

You step away from him and gently push Kieran back onto his stomach as you unfasten your pants. Bill watches intently as you pull out your dick and line yourself up with Kieran’s hole.

“Do whatever you want, Bill.” You say, focus now on pushing into Kieran. He did say he wanted you to fuck him afterall.

Kieran pushes back into, eager after having been kept waiting. You hold his hips loosely as you adjust to the feeling. Behind you, you feel Bill’s hands tugging your pants down further. You lift your knees one at a time for him so he can take them off with your boots, making Kieran groan at the strange feeling. There’s a familiar sound as Bill pulls a tin of what you know is pomade out and a second later his fingers are inside of you. You’re pushed forward, nearly laying on top of Kieran as Bill begins to fuck you with his thick fingers. Kieran writhes and you press a few kisses to his neck to try and sooth him, but Bill’s fingers have most of your focus.

They are unbelievably thicker than you thought they might be. He didn’t ease either, simply put three full digits in and started fucking at a pace that makes you whine despite your best efforts. You manage to rock your hips, both giving yourself pressure on your prostate and giving Kieran some attention. Bill doesn’t stop you, but his hand rests on your ass and you can feel him spread your cheek apart. Seemingly for no other reason that to watch his fingers slide in and out of you.

“Bill, please…” You breathe, holding back a moan.

He stops his fingers as his hand squeezes lightly at your ass. A second later, he withdraws them and you groan at the lack of filling but take the chance to thrust shallowly into Kieran. He moves against you before Bill’s hand on your hips pushes you both down and keeps you still. You feel the tip of his dick as he circles around you and you desperately try to push back into him, but he’s even stronger than he looks and it hardly takes him any effort to stop you. Kieran whimpers at the pressure, your hips digging into his as Bill holds you still and pushes inside.

You stretch more than you expected to. In his big hands he didn’t seem so large but now you can feel every inch as he stretches you far more than his fingers did. He settles himself inside and you can feel his balls against you, also shockingly large. Bill sits for a while, his hands running up your sides and making you shiver under his touch despite the fabric keeping him from your skin. You’ve never wanted to be naked more in your life.

Kieran whimpers underneath you. “Please, fellas…”

Bill’s hand leaves you as he reaches, straining to stroke Kieran’s hair. Kieran presses into the touch as he bucks his hips. The domino of motion makes Bill start a slow pace that you try to mimic for Kieran. Under you, he arches his back to get a better angle. Bill picks up his pace quickly and starts really fucking you, matching that hunger he had when he kissed you before. Again, you try to keep pace as you thrust into Kieran. The trees echo with noises that no one bothers to stop. You wouldn’t dare, not with the way Bill groans in your ear.

Kieran cries out as he spasms beneath you, his legs twitching slightly and his head digging into the ground. He whimpers nearly all the way through his release, only quieting a fraction when he’s done. You keep fucking into him, Bill’s hips directing most of your movement now as his hands grip your hips and he thrusts roughly. You can feel the slap of his balls against you as Bill leans forward a bit to press his lips to your neck. You sucks a mark there, just where your collar sits, and you become overwhelmed with every feeling. With Bill’s hips burying you into Kieran, you pump the man full of your release. Bill continues his fucking when he feels you relax. You slump against Kieran, busying yourself with giving his neck soft kisses as he lets out little whimpers from the friction of your now soft dick pushing cum around inside him as Bill fucks you. When Bill’s hips falter, you push back into him, wanting him to fill you like you did Kieran. He gives small thrusts as he rides it out, grinding near the end.

Bill pulls out of you with a grunt and you feel him fall off to the side. You then pull out of Kieran and he grits his teeth as he whines. You fall to the other side of Kieran, exhaustion taking over you as you lay on your back. Kieran makes himself roll onto his side and snuggle up to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Behind him you see Bill watching, his face red and sweat shining in the moonlight.

“Come here, Bill.” You sigh, wrapping an arm around Kieran as he snuggles closer to your chest.

Bill doesn’t hesitate. He scoots closer, wrapping his arms around Kieran’s middle and pressing his chest flush with Kieran’s back. His hand drapes over to rest on your stomach, lightly pawing at your shirt. The two of you sandwich Kieran as you turn on your side and mix your arms and legs into the messy tangle.

You press a kiss to Kieran’s head. “Happy?”

He hides his face in your chest, but you can feel him nod. As he ducks, you meet Bill’s eyes. He seems nervous, unsure of what to do now.

You sigh, a hand moving to play with Bill’s shirt. “Do you want Bill to stay, Kieran?”

Another nod against your chest.

“You wanna be sweet with him?”

Hesitation, then another nod before he sinks his head deeper into hiding.

“I do too.”

Bill’s eyes widen a bit and he opens his mouth only for nothing to come out. You strain over Kieran’s head to press a soft kiss to the large man’s lips. Past forgotten, none of you really want to move.

[mogruith]

I finally have no critical chores/tasks on a Sunday evening. I can do some VP for the first time in weeks!

Time to push myself to learn how to do better lighting with Lighty Lights for some VP ideas I have.

[imnotaweebiswear3]

A Shinigami Doesn't Understand Love (A Mikalight fic)

Rated; M (Mature)

Dn rarepair week day one; Shinigami | Angst

Light and Mikami's relationship through the few weeks that they spend together.

Tags: Rarepair, love, attempt at humor, Implied/referenced drug use, Suicide attempt, Ryuk being Ryuk,

Warning; This story includes an attempted Suicide by the use of illegal drugs. Please do stay safe and remember that I do not intent to hurt anyone with my writing, I just think that a relationship like Mikami and Light's would be very toxic. Viewer discretion is advised.

Ryuk really doesn’t get this. He wasn’t stupid by any means, he just simply doesn’t understand this. Why in the good name of fuck is Mikami Teru, the fourth Kira, the only one of the Kiras’ that Light actually has sent him to do a “wellness check” on.

Sure he’s been over to Takada’s place many times, but that is mainly just to make sure she’s not fucking anything up with Light’s future rule. And he basically lives with Misa, but Light actually could not give a shit about Misa even if he was forced to.

But this was different, he was asked to go to Mikami’s flat, make sure that he ate, went to bed, and made it to work in the morning. Then, and only then, would he give Mikami the new orders for the day, and then fly home to make sure that Misa did her goddamn job.

Mikami finished his work, ate a basic meal of Chicken and rice, and then proceeded with his elaborate night routine. That was something that he and Light also had in common, second only to the need for justice or whatever. After the routine, he went to sleep, woke up, did his “morning shed” as Light likes to call it. And then went to work, nodding along as Ryuk trailed off the agenda for the day.

Misa was unaware of Ryuk’s whereabouts the previous night, immediately asking, “Where have you been all night?” And then went off about how he might have a ‘lady Shinigmai friend’ that he had spent his night with instead of her.

She didn’t know, and he was sure that Light didn’t want her to know. A sneaking suspicion told him that Misa would flip the fuck out if she knew that her Lighty had sent their Shinigami to watch Mikami of all people.

Misa had a problem with Mikami, a hard problem. If Ryuk had been there during the time that the two spent with L, this was probably the same problem that she had with L. It wasn’t the fact that Light liked Mikami more than her, Light liked everyone more than her, it was because he was the only other male Kira. And she thought that Light would be tempted.

She knew Light was gay, Ryuk knew Light was gay, everyone knew Light was gay. And she had a problem with Light being near another male who was under the age of 39. And an objectively attractive one at that? She was pissed at the mention of Mikami’s name.

This happened again a week later, but this time Ryuk didn’t just linger in the shadows and watch Mikami, he had to watch Mikami and Light. They were talking, kinda, maybe. If you could call this talking, this definitely wasn’t what Shinigami considered talking.

Much less tongue action. And much, much less things in mouths that sure as hell don’t belong there…

Okay, so I’ll explain this picture for you. Ryuk was kicked out of the apartment six hours, and 27 minutes ago. And he was invited back a minute ago, and god be damned. Light got laid. Mikami also got laid, but he seemed to be taking this a little harder. Ryuk was forced to stay back at the apartment when Light left. That means that only he and Mikami were in the flat, and Mikami broke down.

Like snot everywhere, hysterics, he broke stuff, made sure to throw some stuff Ryuk's way to. Thanks Teru… And he finally stopped all the crying after he broke his flat screen TV. He then proceeded to pray for three hours.

Mikami didn’t go to work that day.

This became a normal thing for the two psychopaths. Once a week, every Thursday, they would fuck, Light would stay the night, and then Ryuk would stick around Teru’s place intel about five PM.

Ryuk didn’t understand love, but this was not love in any means of the word. Just because Ryuk could feel love, and he didn’t understand how humans felt love, that didn’t mean that he was incapable of comprehending the meaning of Love.

And this wasn’t that.

It was a codependency, a power that Light craved, and a power that Mikami yearned to give him. They weren’t in love, they just needed this, and they were the only ones able to give it to each other. Ryuk was convinced that this was just mutual gain through sex, until that night.

It was a regular night, a Thursday in fact. The two, Shinigami and human, proceeded to Teru’s flat. It was a highrise in the middle of Tokyo, Ryuk really had no idea why Teru lived here. When his work was thirty minutes away, his theory was that Mikami liked the view from his penthouse apartment.

And that is where Light and Ryuk would find him, sitting on his couch, staring at the flashing lights of Tokyo. A daze in his eyes, one that Ryuk had only seen once. In the eyes of a musician who had the death note for only seven hours.

He was as high as a fucking kite.

Ryuk had never seen Light run to a man’s side so fast, well, since L at least. He was concerned for Mikami, he was tearing up, panicking. He actually cared. The three transferred from the living room to the bedroom, with assistance from Ryuk in carrying the long haired man.

“Ryuk he’s overdosing, his skin looks like he’s fucking dead, and god his eyes..” Light’s voice broke, but he took a breath, and stared Ryuk head on. “Lay him on his side, and open that window.” He demanded, seemingly not wanting to touch the man any more than he had to.

In any other situation Ryuk would have made a joke, but he was gagged. He laid the man on his side and proceeded to open the largest window in the room.

Light sat on the bed, away from Mikami, but at arms length. His eyes were puffy, and he was sniffing, watching Mikami.

“Hey,” Light says out, Ryuk knew that the comment wasn’t for him, so he didn’t respond. “Where did you even get the drugs Teru? Huh? Down the fuckin street corner, in the red-light district? You’re supposed to be the smart one out of the bimbo and nepo baby, that shit was definitely laced with something. You dumbass!” He raised his voice, like he was yelling at Ryuk again.

“I could give less of two shits about you Mikami, but I need you. Unless you’ve decided to go against god, then I’d be happy to write your name down. I can’t have floozy soldiers, who overdoses on drugs they aren’t supposed to be taking.

“You disappoint me Teru, you we’re so promising too. A smart man who would lay his life down for me. And a good fuck as well.” He said mournfully, looking down.

“Respond, Soldier, I know you can hear me. Or have you died before I was able to do it with my own hands?” A small noise came from Mikami. His eyes were open now.

“I’m sorry Kira, I just…couldn’t take it anymore…” The man, who was still overdosing as he spoke, said out to the other. “Take what?”

“The feeling when you left, It was like a withdrawal, having all of you and then none of you at the same time. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to do something. I thought that if I was gone by the time that you two got here, I wouldn’t have to feel the need anymore.”

Ryuk doesn't feel bad for humans, but he sure as hell can pity them. And Teru Mikami was taking the ‘Pitied by Ryuk’ trophy home for sure.

“You dumbass,” Light says, breaking out in a sob. Which was something that Ryuk had never seen from the man. Even after his own father died.

“I would have stayed, if it meant not losing you to this bullshit.”

Now, as I said, Ryuk can comprehend the concept of love, and this had something like love in the tone. And in the words said.

“Don’t cry over me, you’re a god, don’t lower yourself for the likes of me..” Mikami rasps out, “Shut up Soldier.” Light says, crying even more. Resting his lips on the other’s.

Mikami doesn't die today, he dies January 18th at the Yellow-box warehouse. And so does his ‘god.’

His Shinigami brothers used to joke that if two humans had the same death date, they were soulmates.

But Shinigami don’t understand love.

for: @dnrarepairweek

[c-m-stuff]

Beach

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are married. You two have a beautiful daughter, and you all are going on vacation.

-Warnings: Fluffiness, having a child

-Word count: 1177

-Note: (Reblog from Wattpad!) Summer break + vacation = heaven. I love it, to travel a little in summer break, so here is a relaxing one shot. I don't think they do this activity, I write here, in America but some people do it in my country. Including me, when I was younger. So, enjoy!

Masterlist

Y/N POV:

We all deserved vacation. So, that was exactly what we were going to do. It was summer break, so our beautiful 6 year old daughter was home. Spencer and I, took a week off of work, so we could spend some time with her and go on our deserved vacation.

Spencer knew how much I loved the beach, so he surprised me with 5 days at Virginia Beach. I was so excited and so was our daughter.

It was around 3 hours driving, but eventually we made it. We rented a little apartment, perfect for the three of us. As we arrived, our eyes went wide. It was gorgeous. We immediately dropped all our stuff and went to look around.

'Is this my room, mommy?' (Y/D/N) asked, as we followed her to a cute, little bedroom.

'Yes, sweetheart, this is going to be your room for a few days.'

She clapped in her hands from excitement, as she ran further to discover the rest of the place.

'It is beautiful here.' I spoke to my gorgeous husband, who was already looking at me.

'You are prettier.' he admitted, making me blush.

'Shut up!' I hit him playfully on the chest, before capturing my lips with his.

Just as we ended the kiss, the little one ran towards us.

'Are we going to the beach? Please!' she begged, putting her adorable, begging eyes on.

'Yes, we are. Let's first get you changed.'

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In no time, we all got changed into some more beach clothes. Spencer and I, took some large towels to lie on and also a bag full of buckets and scoops, stuff were (Y/D/N) can play with in the sand. We were ready to go.

We reached the beach and placed our towels on a nice spot. We all went to sit on the three towels, giving (Y/D/N) her stuff to play with. She began to dig, placing sand in the bucket. We watched in awe, seeing her having fun.

'You know, honey, mommy used to go to the beach every year.' I told her, as she looked up in curiously.

'Really? Every year?' she asked me, while I nodded in confirmation.

'Did you also played with the sand?'

'I did play a lot with the sand, just what you are doing now. But, do you know what I also did?' she shook her head, as I now fully got her attention. Clearly, that from Spencer as well.

'I always sold flowers. It weren't real flowers, they were made by other children, by me sometimes. They were made of a nice fabric, you could easily break them, but they were so nice decorated, that you rather kept them. If you wanted a flower, you needed to pay for it. But, not with real money, you needed to pay with special shells, with a little cutting edge on.' I searched in the sand, and by my surprise, I found one. It was a surprise for me, since you find them rather closer to the sea.

'Were all the flowers the same price?' she asked, playing with the shell.

'Just like this one.' I hold the little shell up, before giving it to (Y/D/N).

'No, the more beauty the flower, the more shells you needed to pay.'

'And, what did you do when you got the flowers?'

'I sold them. Probably for a lighty higher price. But, the ones who were really expensive and beautiful, I kept.'

I gave a look around the beach, and again by my surprise, there were still children, selling flowers. Just like I used to do. A smile appeared on my face, as I looked with excitement to our daughter.

'Honey, what do you think? Shall we search for a few shells by the sea and then buy some flowers?'

Her face immediately lights up, while nodding excitedly.

'Do you want to come with us, Spence?' I asked, as he nodded his head.

We all went to the sea, looking for shells. We left our stuff on the beach, trusting nobody is interested in a few towels and scoops. However, our important stuff, like our phones, we took with us as well a bucket to place the shells in.

After a while, we found a bunch of them, so we decided to go back. We walked to another child, who was selling her flowers. Spencer and I, squatted down, while (Y/D/N) was looking doubtfully to the flowers.

'Which one do you like?' I whispered in her ear, as she eventually made a choice. She pointed me a flower, a little shy to speak.

'How much is this one?' Spencer asked the slightly older girl, pointing at the flower, (Y/D/N) wants.

'30 shells.'

We then, began to count 30 shells and placed them in the bucket, the girl handed us. We thanked her, and left with the flower.

'Do you like this one?'

'Yes, I love it!'

'Have you decided yet, if you want to sell it?' I asked her, curious about her answer.

'I want to sell it, so I can buy other flowers.'

'For how much are you going to sell it?' Spencer asked, as she thought for a moment.

'35.'

'And, that's how you make business.' I lifted my hand for a high five, as she hit my hand, happily.

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We went with her a few more times, as she eventually began to do it on her own. But, we agreed, she stayed in a specific erea, so she was still in sight. She began to buy and sell flowers, just like I did once. As she was out for buying flowers again, I began to talk to Spencer, never losing sight of our daughter.

'Thank you so much, Spence. I really appreciate it, I know you aren't always a beach man, but I'm really happy to be back here. Thank you, love.' I spoke to him, while sitting on our towels.

'I'm glad, you like it. And, I myself, enjoy this as well. And, that buying and selling flowers activity is a really good idea. So, she learns how to handle money and to think first, before buying it.'

'I never really thought about it like that, but I love it that she is doing the same thing, I did as a child. So much memories are coming back now. I'm really happy, she loves to do this.'

'Me too. I love you, (Y/N).' Spencer spoke, making me smile.

'I love you, Spencer.'

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[artdcnaldson]

lowkey I hate Christmas because my father is like the grinch incarnate but less silly and more gas-lighty…I wonder how Patrick deals with Christmas. Liek I know Art loves tacky decoration and Tashi is unfortunately a beige Christmas girl…

Noooo boo :(((

I think Art goes HARD at Christmas like. The week before Thanksgiving he’s on the roof putting up lights (insists on doing it himself). Buys big inflatables for the yard, has a tree full of sentimental ornaments, then other trees throughout the house so it’s always warm and glowy and cozy in every room <3

I think Tashi would prefer something neater! Not beige but not like a crazy haphazard tree like Art leans into! Color coordinated and SOOO beautiful. Her house at Christmas is so like pottery barn catalogue like the kind of place you feel weird touching anything bc it all looks so nice.

Imagine if Art and Patrick switched off years going back home for the holidays. He’s staying with Art’s family and they’re plying him with mugs of hot cocoa and spoiling him with cookies. Their traditions are sickeningly sweet to the point where it feels overwhelming and he has to beg Art to just go drive around to get out of the house. He’s so used to holidays being like. So far removed from interacting and meaning bc they’re just another way for his parents to try to buy his love. But then on Christmas morning he wants to tease Art for having gifts from Santa but there’s a new racket and things for him under the tree for Santa too 🥺

I feel like Patrick would be so lazy about celebrating holidays though. I don’t think he practices any religion, just that he grew up in it, and even then it was just like. Kinda. So he isn’t rlly about it. If that makes sense. He just likes the vibes but doesn’t want to put in the effort.

[deus-and-the-machina]

MCYT Yuri week - day 6, sleep/party

for @mcyt-yuri-week this sure is a sleep party! sleepover? it sure is a party. It's also on ao3. enjoy!

When Pearl had invited Cleo over to the…‘Boatem Sleepover’, somehow she didn’t expect this. 

The five looney neighbors plus Cub were all in a circle folded forward on the ground and muttering some weird chants. Cleo began to back away, starting to understand what the vibe here was. Unfortunately for her, Pearl had a sixth sense and popped up just as she turned away. “Cleo! Come join us!”

She really, really shouldn’t, especially given the look of manic exhaustion in Pearl’s eyes, but part of her was also a slave to the whims of society conventions. She’d been invited! Even if it was some weird cult, backing out now would be a tad awkward. So they gave Pearl a strained smile. “I’m here? Hi! Now uh, what is this…?”

“Oh we’re staying awake so the moon doesn’t come down on all of us.” Cleo screamed internally.

“Cool! And you want me to…?”

Pearl giggled. “Isn’t it obvious? Stay awake with us! Enjoy the moon in all her beauty so she doesn’t feel left out anymore. Apparently we skip over her too much. Gotta give even the night time some loving, ya know.”

Cleo glanced over at the chanting Boatem members, then back to Pearl. “I suppose I can stay awake? But don’t expect me to start doing weird chanting or anything.”

With a squeal, Pearl hugged their arm. “Oh thank you Cleo, you won’t regret it!”

I already am! 

Pearl led her over to the others, babbling something or other about an introduction and slumber parties. The others lifted their heads to greet her.

“Hi Cleo!

“Hi Cleo.”

“Heya.”

“Mmgn, hey Cleo.” That was Mumbo, who looked close to passing out already. Honestly all of them looked absolutely exhausted. No wonder they were all being freaky! 

Pearl led her to a spot on the grass where the two sat down, the other woman sprawling out immediately on her back. She gazed up at the stars. “Honestly, it’s kinda fun once you get used to it. We’re having a slumber party!”

Gingerly, Cleo settled down next to her. “Mmkay, if you say so. I’m only here for you, just letting you know.

“Oh I know. That’s why I asked!” The tricky star girl threw her arms around Cleo’s waist, tucking herself into their backside. They rolled their eyes, but a slight grin tugged at their mouth. She patted Pearl’s head lighty, and began gearing herself up for a long night.

Two hours in, and the shrieking started. “Oh god, are those phantoms?” Cleo groaned, pushing herself up. The other ‘mooners’, as they called themself, jumped up and began to scramble, yelling illegibly. 

Having calmly gotten to her feet, Pearl surveyed the area with a gleam in her eye. “Yeah! This is the fun bit!”

“Pearl, I don’t think anyone in their right minds would call being dive bombed by phantoms ‘fun’.”

She threw back her head and cackled. “I’ve been awake for three days, Cleo! I’m running on nothing but adrenaline. This is the most fun I think I’ll ever get in my entire life!” Reaching out into the air, a netherite sword manifested in a flash of violet. She began slashing at the air wildly, running in circles. Just when Cleo had thought she’d witnessed the pinnacle of madness…

They caught a glimpse of the first phantom swooping towards them. “Pearl, watch out–” But her warning was evidently unneeded, as Pearl snapped around and leaped into the air, thrusting her sword up and skewering it through the stomach. 

Nervous frantic laughter erupted from who Cleo was pretty sure was Scar. The other Mooners had nothing in the way of organization, running around like headless chickens. To be fair, so was Pearl. She just had a sword about it. Resigning herself to the madness, Cleo sat back down and watched Pearl do her thing.

Dozens of dead phantoms later, some of which Grian and Cub have even managed to kill, the coast seemed to be clear. Pearl strutted back towards Cleo, huffing and puffing with effort. 

They were both taken aback by another screech as Pearl lunged forward to land right in front of Cleo, the sound of her sword skewering flesh echoing in Cleo’s ears. Looking up, the phantom was far too close to Cleo’s head for comfort. “Y’know what, this has been fun, but I think I’m going to leave now.”

Pearl yelped and staggered back so that she wasn’t nearly stepping on Cleo. “Wait! We’ve still gotta–” When a wave of exhaustion hit her. She stumbled and began to fall forward. Panic flared in Cleo’s chest as they rushed to catch her. The sword clattered to the ground.

Cleo maneuvered Pearl so that she was tucked in their arms bridal style. She was still awake, though not by much. While she mumbled to herself, Cleo placed a hand on her forehead. “Just sleep. I’ll take you to your base.”

With that slight bit of reassurance, Pearl promptly passed out. “And you,” they turned to the Mooners. “Please try to sleep too. No one likes phantoms or cults, thank you very much.” With a groan, Mumbo planted face first on the ground. Soon after, a faint snoring sound was coming from him. 

With a sigh, Cleo turned around and began marching towards Pearl’s boat. Someone who’d been ripping through phantoms one moment ago was now laid vulnerable and defenseless in their arms, head curled into their chest. Cleo felt their heart swell and kissed her on the forehead. 

“Sleep well, Pearl. We’ll all still be here when you awake. Hopefully with less phantoms.”

[spiel-mit-mir-ein-spiel]

Teach me - Christoph Schneider

This one is specially for @j0eyj0rdis0n!

Have fun sweetheart :3

You sighed while you dragged yourself through the halls of the school. It was a long boring day and you couldn't wait for the last class of the day. The class of your history teacher Mr. Schneider.

When it was finally time, you took a deep breath before stepping into the classroom. You looked at Mr Schneider and your eyes met. You felt your cheeks burning up and a little smile appeared on his face.

You sat down while opening your history book, notebook and your pens. Mr Schneider started his lesson and you were mesmerized by him. You didn't hear anything he said because you were in your own little fantasy world. ''Lilly, what's the answer to that?' he asked you and you sighed '' So handsome'' you mumbled to yourself and your classmates around you started laughing. ''Uhm.. i don't know'' you replied while you snapped out of your bubble. '' Right, you can see me after class'' Mr Schneiderr said and you swallowed hard. '' I'm sorry'' you said and you could hit yourself to the head. You blushed when he looked at you in the eyes and you started to scrabble in your note book.

The bell rang and you packed your stuff up. ''Remember, we have a exam in two weeks. I expect all of you to study well'' He said strictly and sat down his desk. You packed your bag and went to his desk. '' So Lilly, you think i'm handsome?'' Schneider said while crossing his legs and smirking at you. '' Yes, uh no , i don't know Sir'' You blurted out and your cheeks burned up again. He stood up and walked towards you and grabbed your hand. '' Come with me'' he said while he pulled you to a back office. You walked inside and when you turned around to Mr Schneider. ''What's going on?'' you said confused and he smiled. ''Please call me Christoph'' he replied and he took your hand. '' Lilly, you're beautiful. I hate working at this school but the only reason why i'm still here is because of you. You're in my head'' he said when he looked sultry into your eyes. Your mouth fell open and you smiled. '' Touch me'' you said and he looked at you surprised. ''I'll beg you to touch me Christoph'' you said when you felt the energy between the two of you was sky high. Christoph smirked before crashing his lips on yours. You kissed back while your hands lay on his musculair chest.When you let go of eachother, you looked in eachothers eyes before you both started undressing. You were so excited you accidently ripped the buttons from his blouse. Christoph smirked and stroke your lips with his thumb. '' You really want me, don't you?'' You nodded while sucking lighty on his thumb. ''Oh baby, you're so sexy'' he whispered when he removed the last piece of clothing off your body. You bit your lips when he kissed your neck painfully slow while his hands stroked your breasts. A moan came from your lips when you wrapped your hands around him and squeezed his bum. ''baby, lay down on your back for me'' He said while he looked at the desk. You blushed and lay down while Christoph put your sweater under your head for comfort. ''Now enjoy, okay?'' he said with a sweet smile before kissing your lips briefly make his way down. He kissed your breasts and licked your nipples. You hands went through his long, curly locks when you closed your eyes in enjoyment. When he arrived at your womanhood, he softly kissed your labia before licking you. A shock went to your body from pleasure when his tongue started to do it's work and he place your legs on his shoulder while squeezing your bum. ''Oh my Christoph'' you moaned when he looked at you with lust in his eyes. '' You taste so delicious baby'' he hummed and your eyes rolled in to the back of your head. '' Oh fuck'' you pulled his hair and Christoph smirked. '' Come for me baby'' he said and you came hard. You arched your back and Christoph worked your through your orgasm.

He put your legs down carefully and helped your up before wrapping his arms around you. ''You okay?'' he said and you smiled. '' More then okay'' you replied while you looked in his beautifull eyes. '' Good, because i want to feel you so bad'' he growled in your ear when he sat down on the chair behind the desk and helped you onto his lap. You slowly sunk down on his dick and you let out a gasp. He was big, not to big, but just right big. Christoph moaned while grabbing your waist. '' I fit you so well'' he said while he helped you move up and down. Your placed your hands on his shoulder so you had more grip to move. Totally sex drunk you started to grind your hips and Christoph moved with you in sink. He occasionally teased you by biting your nipple slowly which caused you to moan even harder. ''Oh baby, i'm gonna come'' He said while he bit his lip and looked in your eyes. '' Come for me baby'' you said this time around and he closed his eyes when he came. You helped him through his orgasme when your own started to hit you to. When you both caught your breath you started to smile. '' That was really amazing'' you said and Christoph agreed. '' Now i have to find myself a new job because i can't stay away from you'' he smiled while he hugged you and you rest again his chest. ''then don't'' you replied and you layed there for a while.

Hope you liked it ! :3

[thehypnone]

Can you write a mist x sunny gill play and nb!mist? Please?

im SO sorry it took me ages and it's still short and shit but I'm just not doing, uhm, good. I'm sorry :(

nb they/them afab mist, transfem she/her sunny

"Hmmm..." Mist sighed heavily, bordering on a moan as they threw they head back against the soft pillow, "I love how warm your hands are, babygirl."

Sunshine whined into Mist's skin, her lips sucking light bruises just above their hip. Her hands, very warm, were wandering all over the water ghoul's slim form, kneading at their ass, their tits, teasing their gills.

"Do you think you can out those nice little fingers to better use, hm?" Sunshines hands snapped to in between Mist's legs even before they finished their sentence, her fingers about to hook under the waistband of their panties- "Not what I meant."

The multi ghoulette froze, reluctantly pulling away from Mist's belly to look up at their face.

"You can grind your perky little clit into me, baby," they chuckled at Sunshine's pout, their hand going up to ruffle her curls. They gripped the ghoulette's wrist with their other hand, guiding it to their neck. "But your fingers should go here. You know how to make your daddy feel good, don't you, pretty girl?"

Sunshine all but wailed at the word, her eyes squeezing shut, cock kicking and blurting out a glob of pre into her underwear. She was way beyond words for a while now but now... she was absolutely gone.

She did know what to do, though, and she was sure that that would be something she'd never forget how to do. Sunshine's hands made their way up Mist's body, teasing at their gills lighty, on both sides of their neck.

The ghoulette scooted up to slot her clothed cock with Mist's wet cunt and grind lighty into them. A grunt escaped her just as Mist let out a quiet moan.

Sunshine dipped the tips of her fingers into Mist's gills, her lips latched onto one of their nipples, sucking sloppily. They moaned loud and clear at the welcome intrusion, their hips involuntarily bucking up.

No one was in a rush, they both enjoyed the slow pace. Even so, Sunshine was already fucked out, and by twitches of her dick that Mist was feeling against her cunt were anything to go by, she was close too. Not like Most themself wasn't, quite the opposite actually, "Hey, babygirl?"

"Mhmmm...?"

"Do daddy a favour and make me cum now, won't you?" Sunshine jumped at that, hips rocking forward. "Nuh-uh, not you. Not yet. Make me cum, be a good girl and I'll take care of you soon."

"B- but-" She was so desperate, she couldn't hold back much longer.

"Shush," Mist grabbed her wrist again, this time making her feel around where they dropped their bag earlier and-

Oh.

Sunshine's eyes went wide just as she realised what she was feeling through the material of the bag.

"Is that-"

"Your favourite one, yes. Now, be a good girl, make me cum and I'll fuck you so hard you'll be limping for a week."

The moan that Sunshine let out at that was pornographic. Mist would accuse her of faking it if they didn't know just how needy she was.

"You want daddy to breed you, don't you? Get you stuck on my knot and pump you full of kits? Shove my eggs into you, hm? Yeah, I know you do... so get to work and make me cum."

And who was Sunshine to not obey...

[spicymaruchancontajin]

HIHIHIHIHHI I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD WRITE ABOUT A BILL X READER FLUFF AND THEYRE LIKE VISITING THE SNOW WITH THE BAND AND BILL CONFESSES HIS FEELINGS SO THEY GO ON A LIL DATE AT A CAFE OR SOMETHING JUST SOME 4 AM THOUGHTS🙏🏽🙏🏽😝 ITS OKAY YOU DONT WANNA WRITE IT BC ITS LOWKEY CONFUSING BUT THANK YOU IF YOU DO AND I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING YOUR SO TALENTED🙈🙈ANYWAYS HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHT😊😊

OMG THATS SO CUTE AND THINKS FOR REQUESTING YOUR MY FIRST ONE 😋

i had something else in mind but this is way better 😭

not proff read 😪

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It was in the month of December and had a free week. So what better then going and visit the snow? And what do you do in the snow? Snowboarding. So that’s exactly what you guys did. “BILLLL” you yelled it was time to go and bill was still getting ready in his room. The rest of the group was waiting outside in front of the door with me. “IM GOING” he responded and Tom rolled his eyes. I just banged on the door again “BILL HURRY UP” this time Tom yelled. Bill finally opened the door ready to go after thirty minutes of you guys banging on his door. “Ok let’s go☺️”

Gustav was already in the driver seat just waiting so you got there scary fast… you guys get out and Gustav gets into dad mode and starts to unload stuff making everyone help making sure everyone has even and no one is missing anything and with that you all walled to the ski lift. “Ok who’s going with who” gerog asks but it so happens that Tom was already in line flirting with a girl. “We’ll…” “I wanna go with [reader]” bill chimes in with a smile “ok I’ll go with Gustav” after a while it was your turn to get up on the lift. You struggled a little as bill got on with ease. “Oh my god it’s high” you say a bit nervous “watch it brake” “DONT SAY THAT” bill laughed “Ooo it’s cold” you rubbed your hand in a atempet to warm up “yeahh” bill hummus after giggling and talking you sit in silence and lean on him “hey um [reader]” “yeah” you sit up to look at his face but is meet with a nervous look. “You good?” You asked moving to sit up and look at him better. He swiftly pressed his slightly cold lips on yours basically smushing your face into his before pulling away. He still has his hand around your face as you just sit there in shock blinking.

“I wanna go out on a date with you tomorrow”he blurted out like he didn’t just kiss you. He had a worried questioning face as you where still in his hands. you lean in fast smooshing your face against his. Your lips on his cool against your warm lips. You pull back questioning what you just did as now he’s in shock batting his eyes. You finally said something “yeah I’d do it” the lift had came to an end right when you said that. You and bill hoped right off to meet with Tom, gustav and georg. “Don’t be stu-“ “finally” tom cut of George “dam why dose it take you guys so long”gustav said before beginning to walk toward the snow bordering area.

After hours of falling on your ass and Gustav munching on snow it was getting dark and time to head back. You where all exhausted getting to your hotel room. You fell right into those white fluffy sheets and cuddling the lonly pillows thinking about going out with bill the next day.

The knocking on your door and the beeping of the hotel room door opening broke the silence. You had given bill your extra key just incase you lose yours. You where still in your bed the fluffy sheets basically eating you as you layed there. Bill walked over to your bed standing right in front of you. He lighty shook you In a temp to wake you up. “Get uppp”“Mmmph” came out if you in response “hey I said I was going to take you out on a date today so wake up” he poked you “I’m up I’m up” you rose up to your side leaning on you elbow looking at bill. He was half ready looking at your tangled hair and sleepy face. “Ok we’ll you have 20 minutes to get ready so I would start getting ready now” suddenly you weren’t so sleepy and bill was rushed out of your room.

Bill drove you two to a cute little cafe for coffee and food. You ended up sitting at a table with bill enjoying food and each other’s company with out a care in the world. ･:*+..:+･:*+..:+･:*+..:+･:*+..:+･:*+..:+･:*+

Hey it’s me Maru sorry for taking so long I’m lazy ass hell😪 and I read it wrong and wrote A WHOLE ASS STORY JUST FOR ME TAKE A SECOND LOOK AND RELIZE SHE MENT SNOW NOT SHOW 😭 or was it show 🧍‍♀️

anyway love y’all and keep on requesting 😜🙏

Maru out😜

[princesslightgiggles]

Masterlist - Stranger Things

Not so Scary Eddie

You find out that Eddie isn’t so scary after all…..

Date night

Eddie doesn’t know if this was such a good idea…..

Truth or dare

Eddie faces a new kind of monster….

Experiments

You discover more than you bargained before in science class….