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heizlut · 4 months

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Closing the Distance

ꕀ cw: mention of blood/injury (nonsexual related)

ꕀ tags: fem!reader, inexperienced and possibly ooc!calcharo, oral f!receiving, first-time sex, breeding kink, creampie, mostly proofread

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Calcharo didn't expect this at all. He only agreed to help you find and fight against the tacet discords that had sprung up from a particularly strong tacet field. But here you were, laying underneath him and looking up at him with big eyes, your chest heaving with heavy breaths and your lips looking quite inviting.

All he was trying to do was get you out of harm's way by practically tackling you to the ground and caging you in with his own body as the final tacet discord emitted an explosive energy as it was struck down. It wasn't anything special, he swears it's not.

You clear your throat awkwardly, blush evident on your cheeks, "You can uh... get off me now..." You avert your gaze, unable to properly look him in the eyes, not now, and not since you felt something particularly...hard brush against your stomach. Your words snap Calcharo out of his daze, heat rising to his own pale features, "Ah, y-yes. I apologize..." He moves off of you and stands up, extending his hand towards you to help you up as well.

You take it, pulling yourself up and let go abruptly, "Thanks for your help today." Calcharo looks down at his hand where the warmth of your touch still lingered, then curls it into a fist, "It was no problem." The air felt heavy and awkward. There was something bubbling up inside of him that felt wholly unfamiliar. He rolls his eyes at himself and he turns away from you. Why was he acting like this? As if he's never seen a pretty girl before... How pathetic.

He peeks over at you as you absorb the echoes, taking in your strong but soft form. Calcharo could at least admit he found you to be a strong fighter, you were part of the Ghost Hounds after all. He was familiar with you, so why was he feeling like this now. He's never had time to form a romantic relationship with anyone nor has he ever felt the need to. He had more important things to worry about than getting his dick wet and being all soft with someone.

You meet he gaze, noticing that he's staring at you again with his intense blue-grey eyes. You raise a brow as you walk back over to him, "What's the matter with you today? You seem off." Calcharo huffs, looking annoyed as he turns his face away from you and crosses his arms, his voice deep and monotone as usual, "I'm fine." You study him for a moment and then shrug, "Whatever you say. Let's get going." As you move past him, Calcharo notices your gait, "You're limping."

You freeze in your tracks, having hoped that whatever was bothering him would keep him distracted enough to not notice. He already did so much for you today, you wanted to handle your injury yourself. You feel his large hand on your shoulder as he stops beside you, "Why didn't you say anything?" You want to shrug off his hand, but you don't; instead you sigh, "It's not a big deal. Let's just-" "No", Calcharo cuts you off quickly, moving in front of you, "At least let me take a look."

"I don't think that's such a good idea...", you say a little softer than you had liked. Remaining stern and stoic as ever, Calcharo crosses his arms as he looks down at you, "And why would that be?" His question sounds icy and he must've realized it because he tone softens when he speaks again, "You're injured and I wouldn't be a very good leader if I didn't look out for another member." Thunder rumbles in the distance, a sure sign that a storm was on its way. You look down and then grab his arm, surprising him, "Fine. But let's not be out in the open..."

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If you hadn't been injured and limping, the two of you wouldn't be soaked from the rain you had gotten caught in. Slamming the wooden door shut of the run-down cabin you found in the woods, you immediately sink down onto the floor. "How did you know this place was...", Calcharo's voice trails off as his blue-grey eyes find the growing patch of blood on your upper thigh, immediately crouching down to your level.

His intense eyes take in your features, your face flushed red from a slight fever and a couple droplets of water run down your face to your neck. Calcharo's hand reaches for your wounded thigh before pausing, hovering right over the wound, "May I?" You grit your teeth and nod. With uncharacteristically shaky hands, he undoes your pants and helps you lift your hips off the ground as he lowers them. In his head, he repeats over and over that this is just to treat you. That's it!

But he can't help glancing at your cotton panties... There was nothing particularly special about them, but the way they hugged your hips, pressing close against your pussy underneath; it had him inadvertently licking his lips. Calcharo shakes his head and looks to the open cut on your thigh. He does his best to make sure his voice comes out even as he speaks, "It's not too deep. There's just a lot of blood from straining yourself." You point to your bag, "There's a first aid kit in there..."

With a single nod, he grabs the bag and rummages through it til his fingers brush against the small first aid box. He grabs it and mentally prepares himself to give you stitches while also trying so damn hard to stop from popping a boner at the sight of you.

You were injured, for fucks sake! Now wasn't the time to suddenly sprout inappropriate thoughts that he had never had an issue with before. Sensing his hesitation, you practically snatch the kit from his hands, making him blink in shock.

Though flushed with a bit of a fever, drenched from the rain, and injured, you still have the nerve to narrow your eyes at him, "I can do it myself." His jaw hangs open for a moment but he quickly shuts it, returning to his usual cold demeanor, "Fine." He sits back, watching as you thread the curved needle and piece your own flesh as you stitch yourself up. Mentally he cringes on your behalf, but you barely react as your skin closes with the thread.

If anything, seeing just how strong you are, not just physically, but mentally, it makes things even harder for him, quite literally. His cock throbs in his pants and he presses down on it, willing it to just go the fuck away. After tying up the thread and cleaning off the remaining blood, you look his way, noticing his hands pressing down in his lap and you raise a brow, a weak smirk playing on your lips, "Are you seriously hard right now?"

Calcharo's eyes flick to yours, all wide-eyed as he looks at you, then he frowns and looks away, "No, I'm not." You breathe out a laugh that does nothing to help the ache in his pants, "Really? Then move your hands." Calcharo grimaces, his nose scrunched in what looks similar to a snarling dog, "I don't want to." You just shrug, looking amused albeit still a bit weak from your condition, "Suit yourself then. It just looks like you're having a bit of a rough time."

He turns his body away from you, not wanting to listen to anymore of your teasing. "It wouldn't be very nice of me to not show my gratitude to my leader for helping me so much today...", you trail off with a teasing lilt in your voice. Calcharo straightens up and peeks at your over his shoulder, "What do you mean...'show your gratitude'?" Hook, line, and sinker. You put on a more nonchalant look and sigh heavily, "I'm simply saying that since you helped me out..." You look into his eyes again, "I could help you out as well."

Too many thoughts race through Calcharo's mind. How could he even take you up on that offer, especially when you're injured. Especially since he shouldn't be having thoughts like this. Especially because you were special to him. Wait... You were... special to him? When did he feel this way towards you? I mean, sure he always went with you whenever you were itching for a fight and he did talk with you a little more frequently than the others, albeit not too much.

You can tell his mind is racing, so you lean forward, ignoring the bit of pain in your wounded thigh, and place your hand on his shoulder, "Just quit thinking, Calcharo." Your hushed voice and hot breath fan across his ear, sending tingles straight down to his cock. Fuck it. He turns around and faces you once more, his face close to yours as he speaks low and deep, "I don't want to hurt you." His eyes are on yours, but yours are on his lips as you speak again, "You won't."

Before he can protest again, your lips are on his in a soft, but demanding kiss. Calcharo is frozen for a moment, having never done this before. Hell, he's never done anything romantic or sexual in the past. But the plush softness of your lips on his has him beginning to melt. He returns the kiss hesitantly at first, but once he finds the right rhythm with you, he finds himself leaning into you more. His hands are on your flushed cheeks and your heat radiates into his palms.

Your tongue prods his lower lip, begging for entrance to which he allows, parting his lips as you tongue slips in and moves against his. It's a slippery feeling, but you taste so sweet.

Without having realized it, Calcharo has you caged in underneath him yet again, although this time is was special. Your legs are spread to accommodate his body between your legs and your fingers are tangled in his wet, but long silver hair.

Your lips brush against his, "As much as I'd like to help and take things over, my injury-" Calcharo cuts you off with a kiss, "I know. Tell me what to do and I'll do it." His voice sounds husky and breathless, needy for more of you. You grab his hand and place it on your breast, making his breath hitch, "You can touch me."

He looks down at where his hand rests on your breast, taking in the way it fills his palm so perfectly, and he squeezes lightly. Truthfully, he wants your shirt off so he can feel the soft skin against his own calloused hands.

Calcharo's eyes go to yours and his fingers hover over the buttons of your shirt, "May I?" You chuckle a little at his formality, "Please do." With your affirmation, he unbuttons your shirt, tugging the material gently down your shoulders. He takes in the sight of you under him in just a bra and panties. You truly were a sight to see. Without asking for permission again, he fumbles with the clasp of your bra before eventually unhooking it and sliding it off.

Calcharo licks his lips again when he finally sees your bare breasts, so round and perfect. His hand makes its way back to your breasts, gently palming them. His thumb flicks over your nipple, making you draw in a breath. His gaze break away from your chest and back up to your face in alarm, "Did I hurt you?" You smile tiredly at him and shake your head, "No, it felt good." Calcharo visibly relaxes and returns his attention back to your chest.

Leaning down, he captures one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue sliding over the pert bud as you let out a soft sounding moan. His eyes flit up to watch your reactions as he continues with his ministrations. All he wants is for you to feel good even if he's not entirely sure what he's doing. But from the look on your face, your lips parted and brows knitted together, he can tell he's doing well so far and that's all he needs to know to keep going.

Calcharo presses little kisses from your breasts, to your stomach, then pauses above your covered cunt. Without a word, you shakily raise your hips, signalling him to remove your panties and continue on. He bites his lip, nervous as hell, but he didn't know when he would get an opportunity like this again. So he slides your panties down, ever so careful to not have the material rub against your wound on it's way down your legs.

With you panties off and your pussy now exposed to him, Calcharo feels like he's in a daze. You raise your hips yet again with a raised brow, "Well? Haven't you done this before?" Calcharo looks away from you, not wanting to confirm nor deny, feeling too embarrassed to say you were his first everything.

Your sweet voice pulls him back in, "You're so unlike yourself right now. Where'd my confident leader go, huh?" You were only half teasing as you spoke, just wanting him to move on from your first quip.

Hearing you call him your leader stirs something inside of him. Calcharo feels like he has something to prove. You were right, he did everything with a cold confidence, so he could certainly do this. Calcharo lowers himself to your pussy, his lips so close to touching. With a quick look back up to you, he lightly licks at your clit. It's experimental at first, just small little licks to test out your reaction. But once he sees how turned on you are, he dives right in.

It's sloppy and wet, but Calcharo has no intention of stopping now. His tongue prods and licks at your entrance, lapping up your arousal as it coats his tongue. His cock twitches as he mindlessly grinds against the floor. Your beautiful moans and shaky breaths only spur him on and make him feel even more brave. His calloused thumb rubs at your clit in time with his tongue lashing between your folds.

Your hands fly to his hair, pressing his mouth further into your pussy as you cry out his name, "C-calcharo! 'm cumming-ngh!" The taste of you flooded his senses and he simply could not get enough. He grips your hips, keeping his mouth latched onto your soaked cunt as though it was his first and last meal he'd ever have, groaning as if he were the one on the receiving end. You try to push his face away, "S-stop! Too much-ngh!- 'm sensitive!"

Calcharo knew he should stop, but your moans and the way your arousal flowed from you was way too delicious. His tongue flicks over you clit once more, making your legs shake as you moan loudly, releasing on his tongue once more. Finally being merciful, Calcharo removes his mouth from your pussy, your juices and his own saliva glisten on his lips and chin, but he doesn't have a care in the world right in this moment.

Your breasts move in time with your heavy breathing and you narrow your eyes up at him, "You're so lucky I'm injured right now..." Calcharo's eyebrows furrow, cocking his head to the side slightly, "But you liked it." You can't keep your glare when he's looking at you like some confused puppy, although quite the scary looking puppy... You look down, spotting the wet patch on his pants, "Just take your pants off. It looks like your cock is ready to burst."

Calcharo's eyes widen at your straightforwardness, but he immediately schools his expression, "...Right." He undoes his belt harness, letting it drop to the floor with a soft clank of the metal. Next, he pops open the button of his pants and lowers the zipper, tugging his pants and briefs down just enough to free his cock. His cock springs forward, large and veiny, twitching and leaking profusely.

You're in awe of his size and if you had known he was packing that much down there, you would've intentionally tried to get yourself in this situation much sooner. With one hand, he holds his aching cock and covers his face with the other, "Why are you staring so intensely?" Seeing the state he's in makes you laugh. The sound of it makes his length twitch and he peeks at you through his fingers, sounding a bit annoyed, "What's so amusing to you?"

You give him a genuine, yet cheeky smile, "I just... Never thought I'd see such an intimidating guy like yourself get so flustered." Calcharo groans at your teasing remark and lowers his hand from his face, his other hand absentmindedly stroking his cock, "Enough of your teasing."

You spread your legs a little more, careful not to strain your injury, "By all means, please continue. I promise I won't tease you anymore." "Hmph...", Calcharo does his best to look displeased, but there's too much longing and desperation in his eyes for it to be even remotely convincing.

He lines his leaking tip up with your awaiting entrance, but pauses, "Just tell me if it's too much, alright?" With a nod from you, pressure begins to build as he pushes his length slowly inside of your tight, wet cunt.

Cacharo's face scrunches with pleasure and he sucks in a breath, the feeling of being inside of you, inside of anyone for the first time has him struggling not to cum right then and there. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you, speaking softly, "It's okay. You can move now."

He whines at the affirmation and begins to thrust slowly, trying to keep himself calm so as to not cum immediately or hurt you from going too hard too fast. His muscular arms cage you in and his silver hair cascades over his shoulders.

His blue-grey eyes lock on yours as he keeps his steady pace. Calcharo's voice is strained when he speaks through gritted teeth, "This feels too good..." He groans as his hips make contact with yours, his cock pressing deep inside of you.

You press a kiss to the corner of his lips, whispering against them, "Then keep going." Calcharo's cock jumps inside of you and he starts thrusting a little faster, a little harder, "F-fuck..." He kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as his cock fucks into you. All you both can do is whimper and moan between relentless kisses as he comes closer and closer to orgasm.

His thoughts are only on how fucking good you tight pussy feels squeezing around his cock and how badly he wants to breed you with his cum. Gods, what he wouldn't do to see your stomach growing round with his kids.

Fuck, what the hell is even thinking right now. He can't even own a dog, let alone raise a kid, it was too dangerous. But your pussy and your hold on him was way more dangerous to him. He had to keep going.

Calcharo growls out a low groan, "I'm gonna cum -fuck- take it all. Please, please take it -ngh- all!" With a harsh, deep thrust, he releases his warm seed inside of you. His cock throbbing as his cum pours from his tip and the excess drips down to the floor.

He presses his sweaty forehead against yours, the heat from your fever seeping into his skin. Fuck, you had a fever and were injured... He pulls out of you, making you whimper at the feeling of emptiness.

His eyes flick over to your stitched wound, eyes wide as he sees some of the stitches had popped open and fresh blood was trickling down the side of your thigh, "I-I apologize. I shouldn't have-mmph!" Your lips on his shuts him up and when you pull away, you only smile tiredly at him, "I'm fine. Quit worrying about me." Calcharo's expression shows just how much he's struggling with all of this. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you or make anything worse.

You tug a strand of his long, silver hair, bringing his attention back to you, "If you really feel that bad then I guess you'll have to make it up to me another time." Calcharo's eyebrows furrow, but then his expression softens slightly, "Of course. As your leader, I-" You cut him off quickly, "No, not so much as my leader. But as my partner. How does that sound?"

He's stunned for a moment but then clears his throat, trying to keep his typical brooding expression, "We can't. I don't want you to get hurt." You roll your eyes and look up at him, speaking in a resolute tone, "This is different. I'm not just some civilian, I'm part of the Ghost Hounds just like you. I can handle whatever danger comes my way or else I wouldn't be here right now." Calcharo processes your words for a second, then sighs, "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Your expression brightens, "I'm pretty sure that's similar to what you said to me when I first joined." Calcharo rolls his eyes as he gathers your clothes and his, "Whatever. I meant it as much then as I do now." You just breathe a small laugh, "Of course. I think we'll be just fine."

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a/n: calcharo is a cutie patootie under that tough exterior, i just know it🥺

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krys4h · 25 days

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𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ☆

𓍯 taking someone's virginity in a room you didn't remember entering wasn't in your plans tonight, but alcohol and Choso was a deadly combo.

contents : 4.3k, au university, fem!reader, virgin!choso, tattooed!choso, nsfw, smut with plot, alcohol, dry humping, masturbation, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, first time, creampie, praise, oral sex (f receving), pet name (baby), choso is a softie, confident reader, reader has acrylics, lot of jewelry and a belly piercing, the warped tour is still active, minors dni.

The exams was finally over and everyone only wanted one thing : partying.

You were no different. Dressed in a flattering tank top that hugged your chest beautifully and a slim jeans, you were ready for to have fun. It felt good for you to have the opportunity to get dolled up, you barely had the energy to do your makeup sometimes when you were focused on your studies. But now you had plenty of times to take care of yourself and wear cute outfits at parties like now.

The party was giant, you weren’t close with the person who hosted it, but they certainly had money. Most of the people was smoking in living room, the smell of weed was omnipresent. The music blasted loudly in the big speakers, you needed sometimes to cover your ears to listen to your friends.

“What?” you repeated a few times, lowering your head to them. “Haunted” by Beyoncé was playing and you couldn’t help vibing to the song. It was a remix with the ending of it extended and it intensified the sound beautifully.

“Isn’t that Choso?” your friends pointed, and that alone caught all your attention.

You stopped immediately what you were doing and glanced at the direction they were looking in. Alone against a wall and far from the crowd, your crush was standing with a red cup in hand. You heart raced at the sight. He wasn’t the type to party, so you were excited to see him here.

“Sorry, I’ll be back later,” you smiled at your friends, your eyes on him, your feet already moving.

They chuckled, knew already that you would do that. Everyone knew you had a thing for him, except him maybe. Choso wasn’t really the most intuitive person on earth, he kind of struggled with a lot of things socially. But you always loved his aloof behavior, he had that “nerdy charisma” that was difficult to explain.

Lost in thoughts and his head lowered, he didn’t noticed you approaching first. It was when he hear the near heels and jewelry sounds. His eyes looked up to you and his heart raced when he realized you were coming for him. He shifted a bit, gripping his cup. If you weren’t used to see in you English class, you would think he hated you with the distant air he displayed. But you knew deep down that Choso was a softie.

“Hey,” you greeted him with a soft voice, a cup similar to his in your hand.

“Hey.” His eyes shifted, looking down, avoiding looking at you.

You leaned against the wall next to him, your head side on it. You stared at Choso, noticing his eye bags. It was kind of sexy on him.

“It’s cool to see you, you’ve never came in these type of parties,” you said, the alcohol making you way more extroverted than you were. Your gaze lingered on his rock band shirt, pulled a bit on it. “My chemical romance?” you raised an eyebrow, “Is that what you’re listening when you have your headphone?”

Heat came to his face when you tugged on his shirt, he tried to play it cool.

“Yuji wanted me to go with him so… Yeah, I listen to-”

“You’re not gonna look at me?”

He scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks pinkish.

“Sorry,” Choso mumbled, finally laying his eyes on you but your beauty slapped his face. This is exactly why he preferred looking at the ground. It would never make him agitated and mesmerized like you did now. You were glowing with your makeup and the earrings you were wearing, he liked everything about your appearance.

His gaze fell on your lips for a second, absorbed by your lipgloss but shifted quickly to look away, not wanting to be impolite.

You chuckled, finding cute how anxious he was for you. He wasn’t like that with anybody in the campus, barely even acknowledged people and showed emotions on his face. You got closer to him, enjoying your unusual confidence.

“You seems nervous,” you smiled, sipping on your cup.

God, you were making this hard for him.

“No, I-”

“You know, I have an idea,” you placed you cup on a nearby surface. He widened his eyes when you wrapped your arms around his neck, his breath coming short.

“Why don’t you have fun with me? It’s better than staying alone here,” you whispered, you face close to his. You stared at his lip piercings, already feeling your stomach warming at the idea in your head.

You were too intoxicated to be embarrassed of yourself, nothing could stop you.

“Uh, I…,” Choso stammered, he almost lost balance when you clanged to him, forced to hold your waist.

His head was gonna explode. He never really spoke to any girls, and was even scared to say anything to you in class. He had a thing for you since the day he saw you, but was inexperienced with women.

Sure that your feelings was reciprocated because of his nervousness, you didn’t waste time. You leaned against him and his breath stopped when your lips met his. The fervor with which you kissed him made him weak, his hands trembled against you. He couldn’t believe what was happening, yet he didn’t reject you. He dreamed of this many times.

Your tongue grazed at his snake bites piercings and he let out a low gasp in your mouth. His heart pounded, he was overwhelmed by you, not knowing what to do but letting you dominate.

Pressed against the wall, he forgot all the people surrounding the two of us, only feeling your tongue.

“So?” you breathed against his lips.

He nodded almost immediately. You smirked before leaning to make out again.

You don’t know how the two of you found a way toward an empty room, your mind too hazy to grasp anything, but you know how cold his tongue piercing could be when he brushed it against yours.

Holding you by the waist, Choso carried you while kissing you. His tongue strokes was a bit clumsy, but he tried his best to follow you. You dipped your hand in his long hair, moaning softly when he knocked you against a door. He struggled to find the door handle, too busy grinding against you. He wanted to be buried in you so bad, his mind was in fire. He never felt that type of urge before. Everything was happening so fast for him, he only acted on instinct now.

He opened the door with his left hand, his right arm below your ass to lift you. His ease to carry you was making you excited to see what he hid below all these a band shirts. The room was small library with a relax corner, illuminated by a luxurious low lamp. You didn’t waste any time once he sat on the sofa.

As you sat on his lap, your hips rolled against his erection and Choso let out a strangled gasp, jolting. Your hands clanged on his shirt in his back with an enthusiasm that could scare him if he wasn’t as intoxicated as you. The sound of the party outside the door was muffled, you ears peaked at each of his sighs. Choso fondled your ass, gripping at it. The friction of your jeans rubbing against each other made him hissing, his expression contorted in a grimace.

He dreamed of this moment, having your ass in full display, his hands free of touching you all over. His eyes looked up to you.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he confessed, slightly panting.

“Don’t worry.”

You took his hands and placed on your hips. He swallowed, still unsure of himself.

Anybody looking at Choso knew he never felt the touch of a woman. He barely opened his mouth in class, wasn't very approachable and everything that wasn't about Yuji and rock seemed to disinterest him. You never saw him talking to anyone beside his little brother and you wouldn’t be surprised if you were his first kiss now.

You continued to grind against him, savoring the sensation of your jeans rubbing against your clothed clit. You were already wet down here, your mind wasn’t even thinking of a plan, you were just vibing. The friction felt so good. His hands shook on your hips, nervous.

You gave him a languid kiss and caressed his chest, trying to ease his anxiety. You swallowed all of his sighs and gasps.

“Is this your first time?” you whispered next to his ear, “You don’t have to do it, I can stop now if you want.”

Your hands in his hair and your breath in his neck was too much for him. He struggled to respond.

“It’s okay, I…” he begun and cleared his throat, “I just don’t know what to do.”

“Can I show you?”

You placed your hands on his.

“How do you want me to move?” you smiled at his nervous gaze, “Choose the pace.”

His grip was hesitant at first, his palms sweaty. As you rode him, he slowly took charge and guided your movements. His warm breath caressed your neck as you rubbed against each other.

Your close-fitted top was making his jean tighten every time you rolled your hips and your chest went in front of him. He fought the urge to lift his hands to grab your breasts. You nuzzled his neck, inhaling softly.

“Can I…?” he breathed.

“Mmm?”

He mimicked you, leaning down on your neck. Your breath hitched when his lips teased your skin. His touch was unsure, testing the waters, but goes more confident when he pressed soft kisses along your throat. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he knows he wanted to make you feel good. Dreaming about you was cool, but now you were his lap.

You lowered your hands on his shoulders and caressed them, biting your lip every time your clit rubbed against the bulge of his jean.

“You’re doing well.”

He bring you closer, moving you faster.

“Am I?” he panted, looking up to you. “You’re so beautiful.”

His eyes was brilliant, mesmerized by you. Your stomach warmed at his compliment and you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You’re so cute.”

He was doing a dangerous game talking to you like that. Your panties was already soaked from the back and forth, if he said more things like that with that low voice of his, you don’t know what you would do. Maybe sucking him off, just to hear him moan your name. Or maybe it was just the alcohol that was making you crazy with a simple phrase of him. In any case, you stood anyway, your hands on his shoulders. He looked up at you with a confused expression.

“Can I do something?”

“For me?” he frowned, as if displeased with the idea. He brought you closer, your hand played with his dark strands of hair. “I want to do something too.”

You titled your head.

“Like what?”

His hands grazed your ass, his cheeks pinkish.

“Can you just…” he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you on his lap and laid you down on the sofa. “Just tell me how to do it.”

He didn’t wanted to be the disappointment of your night so he swallowed his anxiety and bent toward you. He stood with his elbows each side of your stomach and gazed at your belly piercing. Your stomach contracted with anticipation, understanding what was going trough his head.

“You sure? You don’t have to-”

“Can that pretty mouth of yours let me please you?” he stopped you, staring at you. He bit the inside of his mouth and blushed at his own assurance. You smirked, a teasing glint in your eyes.

“Okay, baby.”

His erection intensified when he heard the pet name. Choso looked down, and swallowed a bit. He closed his eyes a moment, inhaling before starting to kiss your skin. You hold you breath. His lips roamed around your lower belly, he tasted the skin he dreamed to feel against his tongue. You stroked his hair to encourage him, feeling the softness of his black strands. His fists tensed as your acrylics grazed at his scalp.

“Uh…”

He didn’t know if he should go straight to it, or still kiss you. He hesitated and paused his mouth near your jeans button.

“Do I…”

“It’s fine.”

You helped him unbuttoning your trousers. He looked down on you.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve never seen.”

You chuckled as you lifted your hips to take off your jeans, and threw it below the sofa. His mouth went dry at the sight.

“You’re so…” Choso was at a lost of words. The teasing look of your face, the wet trail of his kiss on your abdomen and your lace tong was too much for him. He wipe off his sweaty hands on the couch, and brushed the side of your thighs.

“I’m sorry if I’m bad,” his lips hovered over your lower body.

“Choso, I think you’re already doing a pretty good job.”

“Really?”

His pulled a bit on the elastic of your panties.

“Yeah,” you shifted on the couch, your hands on his shoulders.

He raised his eyes a bit to see your reactions, he wanted to make sure he was doing the good thing. His warm breath hit your clothed cunt, throbbing in anticipation. Without warning, he pushed the tissue of your panties to the side and kissed you.

You jolted and gasped, your hands clenched in his hair. He backed down a bit, his face worried.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No…” you shook your head and relaxed a bit, “I was just surprised.”

He craved you. He wanted to do so many things at once to you that he ended up speeding up the process. But his passion for you could overcome his inexperience if he tried hard. You knew it the second he buried his tongue in you, tasting your juices with enthusiasm. You chocked and tightened your legs around his head. He wasn’t hesitant at all.

“Show me,” he whispered.

You placed your hands on his head and guided his movements. Choso dived to your folds with his tongue, lapping up and down. You let out a low moan, he was inexperienced but he was so eager to please you, his devotion excited you so much. Your taste on his tongue was making him crazy. He craved your taste and ate you out with fervor. As you grind on his face, he held your legs against his head.

His heart raced with nervousness, his mind full of doubts. Was it good? Was it too fast? Despite that, he pushed his tongue in you with force and vigor, eager to make you more moan that you were already. You were so soaked, his mouth made lewd noises every time he moved his head up and down, making circles with his tongue. His face wet in your juices, you guided him toward your clit that he sucked with greed. You shifted on the couch, throwing your head back. You were a mess, the room was filled with your panting.

“Choso,” you breathed, “Here,” you guided him, showing where to suck and lap, and he gladly followed you.

The pit in your stomach grew as the cold metal of his tongue piercing brushed your clit and made you jolt again.

“F-Fuck!”

You struggled to stay still as you shifted on the sofa. You trapped him between your legs, he continue to ate you out, with his eyes closed, his mind dizzy. He was in heaven, you tasted so good, this is was beyond everything he dreamed for. His nose rubbed your sweet spot every time he moved his head, causing you to pant even louder.

“Come here.”

He looked up to you, his mouth still making out with your cunt.

“You want me to…”

“Yeah.”

Choso paused. He gazed at your feverish eyes, feeling a strange sensation in his stomach. He was the reason you were aroused, you seemed satisfied but he didn’t saw you come. Did he do something bad? Sensing his doubts, you smiled to him.

“Don’t worry baby, you did good,” you straightened on your elbows. “I want just need more, okay?”

You loved how devoted he was to you, but he was still inexperienced, and you knew you needed more than that. You didn’t want to make things awkward for him if it was getting repetitive, and you didn’t finish. He nodded, and get closer to kiss your cheek. He wet your skin with your slick.

“I don’t have any protection.”

“I don’t need one,” you said, tugging at his jeans. You were on pills.

He wipe off again his sweaty hands on the sofa and inhaled. It was the moment he waited for. The moment he couldn’t ruin because he liked you too much to disappoint you. Outside the door, the party continued, people unaware of what was going between you and Choso.

He stood on his knees, taking off his band shirt. Your breath caught in your throat as you discovered his lean torso. You made a mental note in your head to never underestimate introverted guys from now, because, God, he was sexy. You caressed his sides, touching his tattoos. His abs tensed when he bent over you, tilting his head. He had a shy expression on his face.

“I’m sorry if…”

“Can you just fuck me already,” you spread your legs, staring at him standing up on your elbows.

He gulped. He took off his shoes with a simple gesture of his feet, throwing them on the floor. He got closer to you, looking at you as you undressed yourself, removing the rest of your clothes. His mouth watered at your chest, he leaned down to kiss it. With the palm of his hand, he fondled one of your left breast and sucked the nipple of the right. Your fists tighten on the sofa, breathing softly.

Choso leaned back to unbutton his jeans, his muscular chest and tattoos in display. You bit the inside of your mouth, and started to caressed yourself while looking at him. He froze and widened his eyes, caught off guard. You were so fucking hot, he couldn’t believe he really had you below him. His eyes followed your movements and lingered on the circles you were doing on your sweet spot. You fingered yourself and his mouth watered again. As he quickly stripped off himself, you silently prayed nobody would enter the room, not forgetting you were at a party.

You were already close from him eating you out, but your pussy clenched when you saw his length. He looked like he didn’t get bitches, but damn. You were already excited to feel him inside you.

And him too because he slid into you without warning. He immediately caught his breath, overwhelmed by your wetness and the warmth of your entrance. It felt incredible, like anything he felt before. You whined, already sensitive, your fingers pressed against your clit.

“Wait,” you needed time to adjust to his size, and he was too abrupt.

He nodded, and let you the time you needed. He leaned down to kiss your forehead and you gave him a soft smile, your stomach warmed up. He was so sweet with you, he really treated you like someone he cared for.

He pushed his cock deeper inside you and you placed your hands on his hips, guiding him. He needed to contain himself and took things slowly. He knew he was a virgin, so it was already miracle he didn’t finished the second he was inside you. He bent over, his hand on the backrest of the couch, and thrust into you in a slow motion. He panted, his forehead sweating. Your slick covered his cock as he pulled out with caution, and he shut his eyes tight, thrusting again. Your warmth welcomed him, the sensation was divine. He did his best not to move too fast, he was scared to ruin the moment and finish early.

At first, it was what he wanted. He wanted to keep his pace gentle and precise, holding your legs around his waist, putting you in a comfortable position. He wanted to hear your soft sighs when he pushed against you, to continue to feel your acrylics planted in his biceps, to hear your hoop earrings hit against the sofa as he rocked his hips against you. But when your hands pressed his butt against you to feel him better, he lost his mind.

The room was now filled with your pants and whimpers, Choso pounding into you as if he would die if he didn’t make this right. He wasn’t jackhammering, but fucking you with long and deep strokes. He needed to fill you, and see your body twitching as he buried his cock in you.

“Is it too fast?” he panted out.

“No, it’s perfect,” you rolled your hips and followed his frantic pace.

His cock filled your tight walls as he stretched you to his size. You were a mess and breathing heavily as you clenched around his length. A gasp escaped your mouth when his thrusts became more and more aggressive.

“I dreamed of this.”

He was at lost of breath.

“I dreamed of…”

He let out a low moan, his back and forth quicker and harder. A familiar coil in your lower abdomen, your fingers circled around your spongey spot as you panted. Your body twitched when he lifted your hips even more, pushed to hilt and flushed his pelvis against you.

“C-Choso,” you stuttered and clenched your thighs around his waist.

“It’s okay, I got you.”

It was supposed to be you who reassured him, not the other way around. He gained confidence in his movements and slammed into you with force. He was fucking you with an ardent energy, your hands shook as you struggled to even touch yourself. You stammered incomprehensible things. His grip on the sofa was tight as he pounded into you. He was immersed in the sight of your tits bouncing, his mouth open and panting. He was in heaven.

Your back and forth made lewd and wet noises as you milked him, the sensation was divine for him. His hips stuttered when you tightened around him. You shut your eyes tight as you arched your back. Your orgasm traveled your body with a tremendous force. Choso’s eyes roved over you, taking in your sight as he drove his cock in you. He was so close. He lost himself within you, his strokes sloppy.

He tried to resist to the imminent feeling before his weight crashed you. His dick twitched as he emptied himself inside of you. He fell between your breasts, his breath coming in short pants, just like you. The smell of sex and sweat enveloped the two of you. For a short moment, none of you talked.

“Wow,” he turned his head on the side.

You wrapped your arms around him.

“I told you we were gonna have fun.”

He smiled against your skin.

“Yeah, but I never thought you would be…” his voice grew hesitant, “Into me.”

“You have to be blind,” your hands stroked his hair and he closed his eyes. “Everybody knew it.”

“Really?”

“My friends wouldn’t even be surprised if I told them what we did.”

His arms encircled you and he nuzzled your chest. He pressed soft kisses around your breasts, his touch gentle and not as sexual as before.

“I can’t believe what we did.”

“We can do it again if you liked it.”

He widened his eyes and you burst into laughing.

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“You sure you’re okay? Wasn’t it too rough in the end?”

“You’re so cute, Choso.”

You were sharing a blunt with him on a bench, surrounded by bushes and shrubs, not far from the party. The weed had a calming effect on you, and you were smiling since the two of you dressed yourselves. Choso’s worry was so cute to watch, he was almost apologizing for everything he did.

“Why aren’t you asking for my number instead of talking?” you glanced at him as your lips wrapped around the blunt and took a drag.

Choso blushed, caught off guard and shifted on the bench.

“It’s true…”

He swallowed and scratched the back of his neck. Choso was shy as if he wasn’t fucking you 20 minutes ago. And honestly, it was hot. Nothing was more attractive than a guy intimidated by the girl he liked. You loved his complexity, his introverted distant nature who could becoming gentle, shy and even rough.

“So…”

He pulled out his phone and tilted his head towards you.

“Yeah?”

You smiled at him, holding the blunt between your fingers.

“Can I have your number?” his eyes lingered on your lips. “And... are you free this summer?”

You gave him what he wanted and raised your eyebrow. You thought he would ask you out on weekends, but not on a specific period of time.

“It depends, why?”

He looked away for a second before responding.

“I bought tickets for the Warped Tour,” he begun, fidgeting his hands, “Yuji chose to spend his summer with Megumi so…”

His voice was hesitant, but his gaze softened when he saw your bright smile. He wasn’t sure he were into rock or even into festivals, so he was reassured.

“Of course!! You need to give me your playlist,” you scrolled on your phone with enthusiasm, and he escaped a light chuckle.

The wind breeze caressed your skin as you laughed and chatted together. He never came to these types of parties before, but now was forever grateful to come to this one.

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#𐙚 writings 𓍢ִ🌸˙#jjk smut #choso kamo #choso x reader #choso x female reader #choso smut #choso x you #choso kamo smut #repost bc i was too scared the other time 😔

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Threesome – Bratty Sub Seungcheol & Hard Dom Jeonghan

— Synopsis: After weeks of trying to schedule a happy hour with your friends, you find space in your tiring schedule. Taking a time to have a Bratty Sub Seungcheol and a Hard Dom Jeonghan to take care of you. — WC: 5.6k — WARNINGS: Smut, threesome, sensory overload, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, degradation, praising, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, voyeurism, power dynamics and etc.

As you settled in Jeonghan's cozy living room, surrounded by the comforting familiarity of your best friends, Seungcheol and Jeonghan, a sense of relief washed over you. It had been far too long since the three of you had managed to sync your schedules and just hang out. The weight of weeks of relentless work melted away as you cracked open cold beers and sank into the cushions of Jeonghan's sofa.

Jeonghan, with his signature pout, couldn't help but tease you about your perpetual busyness. "Hey, you finally decided to grace us with your presence, huh? We were starting to think you forgot about us completely!"

You chuckled, taking a swig of your drink before replying, "Hey, cut me some slack, will ya? You know how crazy things have been at work lately. But seeing you guys now, I realize just how much I've missed this."

Seungcheol chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, seriously, it's been too long. We were beginning to think you'd been abducted by aliens or something."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Well, thankfully, no alien abductions yet. Just drowning in paperwork and deadlines."

Jeonghan shook his head in mock disapproval. "You need to learn to take a break every once in a while, you know? Life's too short to be all work and no play."

You frowned slightly at Jeonghan's teasing, taking another sip of your drink to hide your amusement. But before the conversation could take a different turn, Seungcheol's voice cut through the air with unexpected boldness.

"So, Y/N," he began, his tone suddenly shifting to a more sensual one, "how's your love life been treating you lately? Any juicy details you've been keeping from us?"

The living room seemed to shift with the sudden change in atmosphere, the playful banter replaced by a charged energy that caught you off guard. You glanced at Seungcheol, eyebrows raised in surprise, before shooting a look at Jeonghan, who was grinning mischievously.

Caught off guard by the unexpected turn of conversation, you hesitated for a moment before responding, "Uh, well, you know how it is... Work's been keeping me pretty occupied, so not much action on the romantic front lately."

Seungcheol leaned in closer, his gaze intense. "Come on, don't hold out on us. We're your best friends. Spill the tea."

You couldn't help but laugh nervously, feeling the weight of their anticipation. "Alright, alright," you began, taking a deep breath, "I did go out with a guy from HR recently, but..." you trailed off, a hint of disappointment in your voice, "he wasn't exactly what I was looking for. Cute, sure, but way too vanilla for my taste."

As you looked down, chuckling at the absurdity of it all, you felt their eyes on you, exchanging glances with an expression you couldn't quite decipher.

Jeonghan, ever the curious one, broke the silence with a raised eyebrow and a sip of his beer. "So, what is it that you like then?" he asked, his gaze fixed on you.

You met his gaze, feeling a surge of honesty wash over you. "Honestly," you admitted, "I just felt like I needed more. Like I had to do everything in bed with him. And lately, I've just been yearning for someone to take care of me for a change."

Jeonghan's response was a low, contemplative hum as he licked his lips, a sign of his deep thoughtfulness. Seungcheol nodded understandingly, his arms crossed in front of him as he absorbed your words.

"You need to find someone who knows what they're doing," Jeonghan finally stated.

You chuckled, a playful glint in your eye as you teased, "Where am I gonna find that then? Boys nowadays are so difficult," throwing your head back with closed eyes, feigning exasperation.

Suddenly, beneath the table, you felt Seungcheol's touch, his hand gently caressing your thigh. Your eyes shot open, meeting his gaze with a mixture of surprise and excitement. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a spark of anticipation within you.

"Looks like you might not have to look too far…" Seungcheol whispered, but you and Jeonghan listened very clearly.

As Jeonghan scoffed and walked off to the kitchen, Seungcheol seized the opportunity, his eyes searching for confirmation in yours. You met his gaze, feeling a rush of excitement mingled with apprehension, before nodding slightly, giving him the green light.

In an instant, Seungcheol closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours with a hunger that sent a thrill coursing through your veins. His tongue danced with yours, a fervent intensity igniting between you as he sucked gently on your lips.

Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of desire and fear, the thought of Jeonghan catching you two sending a thrill of adrenaline through you. But in that moment, all you could focus on was the intoxicating sensation of Seungcheol's lips on yours.

Suddenly, you felt hands wrapping around your waist from behind, and soft kisses being trailed down your neck. A moan escaped your lips, muffled by Seungcheol's mouth as you arched into the touch.

"Jeonghan," you gasped, the sound barely audible over the pounding of your heart. The realization of the situation dawned on you.

Jeonghan's smirk widened, his gaze flickering between you and Seungcheol. "Relax, Y/N," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle, "we're your best friends. We're just here to make sure you're taken care of."

As Jeonghan's hands slipped beneath the fabric of your top. Shivers racing along your skin as he pressed his fingers against your nipples with a delicate yet firm pressure. You couldn't help but melt at his touch, your breath catching in your throat.

"Is that right?" you managed to whisper, your voice trembling.

Jeonghan's response was a low chuckle, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in closer. "Does it feel right?" he murmured, his fingers tracing teasing circles around your sensitive flesh.

You nodded, a soft moan escaping your lips as you leaned into his touch, craving more of him.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you realized Seungcheol was now in front of you, his gaze fixed on your flushed face. You lowered your gaze, unable to meet his eyes, feeling a surge of shyness washing over you.

Seungcheol gently lifted your chin with his hand, his touch tender as he urged you to look at him. "Why are you shy, Y/N?"

You swallowed nervously, feeling a knot form in the pit of your stomach as you struggled to find the right words. "I-I don't know," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper, "It's just..."

Before you could finish your sentence, Seungcheol's other hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, he caressed your wetness over your panties, stroking your clit. A gasp escaped your lips, your body responding instinctively to his touch as you arched into his hand, craving more.

Seungcheol's gaze never wavered as he continued to stroke you, his touch sending a huge heat radiating through your stomach. "You don't need to be shy with me," he murmured, his voice husky, "I want to make you feel good, too… Let me take care of you."

Before Seungcheol could proceed further, a commanding tone from Jeonghan cut through the heated atmosphere like a sudden gust of wind, freezing the moment in its tracks.

"Stop." Jeonghan's voice rang out, firm and authoritative, causing both you and Seungcheol to pause in your actions.

Seungcheol looked at Jeonghan with wide, doe-like eyes, surprised. His hand hesitated, lingering at the waistband of your pants as he awaited further instruction.

Jeonghan's gaze shifted from Seungcheol to you, his expression unreadable as he took in the scene before him. There was a moment of tense silence, broken only by the sound of your erratic breathing.

Finally, Jeonghan spoke, his voice softened but no less commanding. "Not like this." he said, his tone carrying a weight of authority that brooked no argument. "Let's go to the bedroom."

Your heart raced at the suggestion, your legs trembling, you struggled to steady yourself, the overwhelming arousal making it difficult to stand.

Sensing your need, Seungcheol stepped forward, his strong arms wrapping around you to offer support. A chuckle escaped his lips as he felt you tremble against him, the sound both comforting and arousing in equal measure.

"Easy there," Seungcheol murmured, his voice low and husky, "I've got you."

As Jeonghan stood before you, his hands deftly pushing your top up, the cool air hit your exposed nipples, causing them to harden in response. His touch trailed down your belly, he smirked knowingly at your quivering state.

Jeonghan unbuttoned your pants, sliding them down your thighs. You couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, feeling a rush of heat pooling between your legs as he exposed more of your trembling body to his gaze.

Then, as if sensing your need for reassurance, Jeonghan cupped your face in his hands, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. The taste of alcohol lingered on his tongue as he deepened the kiss.

Meanwhile, Seungcheol wasted no time in removing his own shirt, his bare chest pressing against your back as he pressed his growing erection against your ass. Trapped between the two bodies, your breath grew unsteady, the heat of their touch fueling the fire of desire that raged within you.

Seungcheol pressed his bulge against you, simulating the sensation of being penetrated, a moan escaped your lips, the friction making you melt pathetically. But before the moment could escalate further, Jeonghan abruptly halted the kiss, his expression suddenly serious as he addressed Seungcheol.

"Seungcheol, could you stop?" Jeonghan's tone was firm, his request laced with a hint of authority.

You clung to Jeonghan's shirt, feeling confused and aroused as you turned to look at Seungcheol. You feared that both of them would start bickering even now that they had you half naked between their arms.

But Seungcheol responded with a bratty tone, as he challenged Jeonghan's authority. "Why should I?" he retorted, his voice dripping with defiance, his hands still gripping your hips possessively.

Jeonghan's response was sharp, almost degrading, as he put Seungcheol in his place. "Because I said so," he snapped, his tone laced with authority, his eyes flashing with determination. "You'll obey me, understood?"

Seungcheol's attitude faltered for a moment, his gaze flickering between you and Jeonghan as he grappled with his own desires and the need to submit. Eventually, he relented, his demeanor shifting to one of obedience as he complied with Jeonghan's command.

As Jeonghan carefully laid you down on the bed, his lips tracing a path of kisses down your thighs.

With delicate precision, he removed your panties, his fingers trailing teasingly along your skin as he discarded the last barrier between you and your pussy.

Then, as he positioned you on his chest, his hands caressing your inner thighs, Seungcheol's voice cut through the heated atmosphere like a knife.

"Can I eat her out?" he asked, his tone thick with desire as he knelt before you, his eyes burning with hunger.

You nodded eagerly, unable to suppress the need that pulsed through your veins. But before Seungcheol could act, Jeonghan interjected, his voice calm.

"Did I say you could?" Jeonghan's words were a challenge, a reminder of the dynamic that existed between them.

Seungcheol immediately sat back on his heels, his gaze flickering between you and Jeonghan as he grappled with his own desires and the need for permission.

With a deep breath, Seungcheol closed his eyes, his breath ragged as he struggled to maintain control. The sight of your glistening pussy before him was almost too much to bear, a tantalizing temptation that threatened to drive him to the brink of madness.

As Jeonghan's fingers traced between your wet folds, a hiss escaped your lips at the cold sensation. Your breath caught in your throat as he collected your slick, his touch making you melt again against his chest.

With deliberate care, he began to circle his fingertips around your clit, the sensation causing your legs to tremble uncontrollably. The intense arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach made it difficult to think, your mind consumed by a fog.

Seungcheol's voice broke the silence, thick with desire as he asked, "Can I join in yet?"

Jeonghan's fingers continued their relentless assault on your clit, making you moan needy, with a smirk, he responded, "Not yet. For now, you're just going to watch."

The moment Jeonghan slid two fingers inside of your slick, wet pussy, a loud, squelching sound echoed in the room, mingling with your unabashed moans of pleasure. Your head fell back, resting on his shoulder, as you clutched his forearm with both hands, seeking support and grounding amidst the overwhelming sensation crashing over you.

The stretch and pressure of his fingers filling you made you flinch, each movement sending you deeper into a haze of ecstasy. You pressed yourself against him, seeking solace in his embrace as he skillfully worked you towards the edge of bliss.

As you glanced over at Seungcheol, you could see the hunger in his eyes, his hand moving discreetly, touching himself. The sight of him indulging in his own desire at the sight of you only fueled the craving of having him, heightening your arousal to new heights.

"Uhh... mmm..." Your moans filled the room, the needy sounds echoing off the walls as Jeonghan's skilled fingers worked wonders inside you.

Then, in a sudden burst, Jeonghan curled his fingers, hitting your g'spot with pinpoint accuracy. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your stomach twirled with the sensation, a loud husky moan escaping your chest.

"Ah! Oh my g-god!" you cried out, your voice echoes.

But Jeonghan's command snapped you out of your reverie. "Hands to yourself," he admonished, his voice firm.

Immediately, you obeyed, withdrawing your hands from where you had been gripping his arm, placing them obediently by your side.

The sensation of Jeonghan's fingers teasing your most sensitive spot sent you spiraling closer and closer to the edge of climax, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

"I'm going to cum, Jeonghan," you gasp out, the words tumbling from your lips in a desperate plea as your walls clench tightly around his fingers. But Jeonghan remains quiet, his focus solely on driving you to the brink of orgasm.

You steal one last glance at Seungcheol, the intensity of his gaze fueling the fire burning within you, before you close your eyes tight, surrendering yourself to the impending release.

As the waves of your orgasm crashes over you, you feel your body convulse with ecstasy, your inner muscles contracting rhythmically around Jeonghan's fingers. A prolonged moan escapes your lips, echoing through the room as you ride out every single shock of pleasure.

As Jeonghan removed his fingers from your trembling core, placing them firmly on your thighs and spreading you open, a sense of vulnerability washed over you. You gasped as you felt the cool air against your exposed flesh, your senses heightened by the anticipation of what was to come.

Then, his commanding voice broke through the silence, "Seungcheol, eat her out," he ordered, his tone authoritative.

Your eyes widened at his command, your body still tingling from the intense orgasm moments before. You were too sensitive, too overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through you to handle any more stimulation.

But Seungcheol wasted no time, his tongue diving eagerly into your dripping folds, sucking your clit between his lips with a hunger that mirrored your own desire. You contorted beneath him, the sensation almost too intense to bear as your clit felt almost like burning against his warm tongue.

"N-no, too sensitive!" you managed to stammer out between moans, your body writhing with pleasure as you struggled to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. "S-Seungcheol-ah! Ah! I can't, I can't..."

Desperately, you reached out, grabbing onto Jeonghan, the sheets, anything you could find to ground yourself amidst the whirlwind of pleasure that threatened to consume you whole.

Seungcheol held you close, his strong arms wrapping around you as he continued to lavish attention on your throbbing clit, his tongue flicking and swirling with practiced skill.

Meanwhile, Jeonghan took charge, spreading your legs wider, immobilizing you as he positioned himself between them. Your hips instinctively began to move, humping your pussy against Seungcheol's face as Jeonghan held your trembling body in place.

"Such a good girl," Jeonghan murmured, his voice low and husky as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "But you know you want this. You want to cum all over Seungcheol's face, don't you?"

His words only served to heighten your arousal, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of another explosive climax. You couldn't help but revel in the delicious torment of being caught between the two men who knew exactly how to push you to the brink of.

As Seungcheol's tongue worked tirelessly to elicit more moans from your lips, you couldn't resist stealing a glance at him. His eyes locked with yours, filled with hunger, seeking confirmation that he was indeed pleasing you. But that simple act of meeting his gaze proved to be your undoing.

"Oh S-Seungcheol!" you gasped, your body convulsing as the intensity of your orgasm crashed over you, overwhelming all of your already overstimulated senses. Seungcheol closed his eyes in bliss, savoring the taste of your sweet release as you soaked his mouth with your juices.

Jeonghan held you securely in his embrace, his hands roaming your trembling body.

"That's it, cum for him," Jeonghan whispered, his voice a seductive murmur in your ear. "You're such a good little slut, letting Seungcheol devour you like that. Look at how wet you are for him. You can't get enough, can you?"

Jeonghan lets your legs go, and Seungcheol stops, a line of your cum between his lips and your pussy. He grins at you, licking his lips, enjoying the taste of your arousal. You smile back, feeling satisfied and exhilarated by the intense pleasure he just gave you. The sight of him with your essence still on his lips sends a surge of desire through you, even as you lay there, breathless and spent.

Jeonghan cocks his head slightly, catching sight of Seungcheol touching himself. A frown creases his brow as he moves closer, his voice laced with a hint of dominance.

"You're such a brat," Jeonghan admonishes, his tone dripping with disdain. "Can't even follow a simple command, can you? Always have to do things your own way."

Seungcheol's eyes widen in surprise, his hand freezing mid-stroke as he meets Jeonghan's gaze. There's a flicker of defiance in his eyes, but it quickly fades under the weight of Jeonghan's disapproving stare.

Jeonghan continues his tirade, his words cutting like a knife. "You think you can just do whatever you want, don't you? Well, let me remind you who's in charge here. It's not you. It's me."

Seungcheol's cheeks flush with embarrassment, his gaze dropping to the floor as he mumbles an apology.

"On your knees," you obediently followed Jeonghan's command, leaving the bed and kneeling on the floor before him. As he lowered his sweatpants and underwear, his cock sprung free, already glistening with precum. You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes.

Jeonghan's commanding tone sent a thrill down your spine as he instructed you to suck it. Suppressing a smile, you complied, running your tongue along the length of his shaft from base to tip before enveloping his cock in your hot mouth.

Seungcheol watched in awe as you took all of Jeonghan's length inside your mouth, your lips stretched around him as you eagerly worked to please him. Jeonghan's grip tightened on your hair, guiding you as you deepthroated him, your own desire to please him matched only by your desire to impress Seungcheol.

"See, Seungcheol?" Jeonghan's voice was a mixture of praise and degradation as he looked down at you. "Look at how good she is, taking me so well. She's a good girl, isn't she?"

You moaned in response, the vibrations send to his cock, pleasure coursing through Jeonghan's body. Your desire to please him and prove yourself to Seungcheol only fueled your determination as you continued to suck and stroke him, eager to show them both just how skilled you could be.

As Jeonghan guided you to stand, his firm grip on your hair, you followed his lead obediently.

With a gentle push, he directed Seungcheol to lay back on the bed, his gaze locking with yours as he positioned you on all fours over Seungcheol's prone form.

Your hand found purchase on the bed, the other resting on Seungcheol's chest as you braced yourself for what was to come. Then, without warning, Jeonghan entered you from behind, his cock sliding slowly but surely into your slick, eager pussy.

A gasp escaped your lips as you felt him fill you completely, the sensation both shocking and exhilarating. You hadn't expected Jeonghan to fuck you with Seungcheol beneath you, and the sheer intensity of the moment left you reeling with pleasure.

With each powerful thrust, Jeonghan's cock drove deeper into you, eliciting screams of pleasure that echoed through the room. Your hand clenched Seungcheol's chest tightly, the sensation causing him to hiss in response.

Feeling embarrassed by Seungcheol's proximity and intense gaze, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, seeking solace in his comforting touch. His hand caressed your back soothingly, a silent gesture of understanding and support in the midst of the overwhelming pleasure.

"That's it, take it all, you dirty little slut," Jeonghan growled, his words dirty, byt always acaping sweet between his lips. "You love getting fucked like this, don't you? With Seungcheol watching you, helpless and needy beneath you."

His words sent a shiver of arousal coursing through you, the slick sound of his cock pounding into your wet pussy growing louder with each passing moment.

"Look at Seungcheol's face," Jeonghan's command pierced through the haze of pleasure, pulling you back to the present moment.

Seungcheol's own desire was palpable, his cock straining against his restraint as he watched you with hungry eyes. The sight of you moaning and writhing in pleasure, your gaze locked with his, sent a surge of arousal coursing through him, making him even squirm, almost to the point of pain.

"Fuck," he breathed out, his voice strained with need as he struggled to maintain control. "You look so fucking hot like this."

Jeonghan turned to Seungcheol with a smirk, his voice dripping with amusement. "How much do you want to fuck this pussy?"

Seungcheol's eyes gleamed with desire as he replied, his voice husky with need. "I want to fuck you until you can't think straight Y/N-nie."

Your pussy clenched involuntarily around Jeonghan's cock at Seungcheol's words, the sheer intensity of his desire driving you wild with pleasure, a silent affirmation of your own horniness.

Jeonghan moans at your sudden clench then he chuckles mockingly, his tone teasing. "Looks like someone liked hearing that," he remarked. "Did you enjoy that, sweetheart? Did Seungcheol's dirty talk make you clench so hard around my cock? Hhmm? Did it make you wet, feeling how much Seungcheol wants to fuck you?"

Jeonghan coos, his gaze flickering to Seungcheol as he remarked, "Looks like she enjoyed hearing that, didn't she?" He nodded towards your trembling form, noting how you clenched tightly around his cock in response to Seungcheol's words.

Your breath hitched at his words, a moan escaping your lips as the sensation of Jeonghan's cock filling you combined with the eroticism of Seungcheol's words.

Undeterred, Jeonghan turned back to Seungcheol, his tone playful yet demanding. "Tell me again, Seungcheol. How much do you want to fuck this pussy?"

Seungcheol moaned in response, "I want to fuck you so hard!"

Your pants stop, mouth falling agap as you feel another orgasm washing over you, you dripped your arousal down the sheets, and Jeonghan spread your ass to see the enticing view.

Jeonghan laughed heartily at Seungcheol's words, his amusement evident in the sparkle of his eyes. "How pretty," he remarked, his voice filled with amusement and satisfaction. "She came just because you said that."

Jeonghan chuckled in amusement at your reaction, his laughter mingling with the sounds of your moans and the slick, wet sounds of his cock plunging into your cunt.

"Look at you baby…" he murmured, his tone laced with satisfaction. "So pretty when you cum like that, all because Seungcheol said a few words."

Seungcheol's expression was a mix of pride and desire as he watched you quiver and tremble with pleasure, your body reacting so intensely to his words. He couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at knowing the effect he had on you, at being able to elicit such a powerful response with just his voice.

As your orgasm subsided, leaving you panting and spent, Jeonghan leaned in closer, his voice low and seductive. "You're such a good girl, aren't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Cumming so hard just from Seungcheol's words. You're such a slut for him, aren't you?"

A mischievous grin spread across Jeonghan's face as he heard your response. "Yes, I love it. I love being a slut for Seungcheol." you declared with unabashed enthusiasm, embracing the label with pride.

Seungcheol's own desire flared at your words, his cock throbbing with renewed urgency as he watched the exchange between you and Jeonghan. The knowledge that you were willing to submit so completely to him sent a surge of lust coursing through him, igniting a fire of desire that threatened to consume him whole.

Jeonghan's laughter filled the room, a rich and satisfying sound that echoed off the walls. "That's my girl," he chuckled, his voice tinged with approval. "Such a good little slut for Seungcheol."

Seungcheol's eyes sparkled with desire as he heard your confession, a surge of arousal coursing through him at the sight of you embracing your submissive side so willingly.

With a satisfied smile, Jeonghan leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Now, let's see how much more you can take, my love." "Can you ride Seungcheol for us, sweetheart?" he asked.

You hesitated for a moment, your legs trembling with exhaustion from the intense pleasure you had already experienced. But as you looked into Seungcheol's eyes, seeing the raw desire and longing reflected there, you knew you couldn't deny him—or yourself—this pleasure.

Summoning every ounce of strength you had left, you nodded slowly, determination flashing in your eyes. With shaky hands, you positioned yourself over Seungcheol's lap, his hard cock pressing against your entrance, begging for entry.

Seungcheol understood your hesitation, sensing the fatigue in your trembling legs. With a gentle touch, he guided you, supporting you as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock. He moved with care, knowing that if he didn't help you, you might sink too quickly and risk hurting yourself.

As you slid down onto him, feeling the fullness of his cock filling you once again, a moan of pure pleasure escaped your lips. Seungcheol held you close, his hands supporting you as you found a rhythm that worked for both of you.

And as you surrendered yourself to the pleasure of riding him, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the care and consideration he showed you, ensuring that every moment of pleasure was shared and enjoyed to the fullest.

With trembling legs and a relentless need for pleasure, you reached out, guiding Seungcheol's hands to your breasts, urging him to take control as you continued to ride his cock with abandon. Your wetness soaked his pelvis, evidence of your intense arousal and desire for him.

Your voice was hoarse from the screams of pleasure that had already escaped your lips, but now it was filled with the raw need and longing as you moaned Seungcheol's name. Your hands tightened around his, urging him to squeeze and fondle your breasts, amplifying the sensations coursing through your body.

Seungcheol whimpered in response, his own desire reaching a fever pitch as he finally succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure of your wet and throbbing cunt. His hips thrust upward to meet yours, his cock driving deep inside you with each delicious stroke.

Jeonghan reclined against the headboard, his eyes dark with desire as he watched you exhaust yourself in an effort to please Seungcheol. His hand moved with increasing urgency over his own cock, mirroring the rhythm of your movements as you rode Seungcheol's cock with determined fervor.

As you felt the burn in your muscles and the sweat trickling down your back, Seungcheol's words of praise filled your ears, spurring you on even further. "That's it, baby," he moaned, his voice husky with desire. "You feel so fucking good. I'm loving watching you ride me like this."

Your heart swelled with pride at his words, your determination to please him driving you to push yourself even harder. With each thrust, you sought to elicit more moans of pleasure from him, your body moving with a desperate need for release.

Jeonghan's gaze never wavered from the sight before him, his own pleasure building with each stroke of his hand. He nodded in encouragement, urging you to keep going, to keep riding Seungcheol until you both cum. "Keep going, sweetheart," he encouraged, his voice laced with desire. "You're doing so well. Ride him harder. I want to see you cum for us."

As you reached the peak of your pleasure, your vision blurred and your senses were consumed by a white-hot ecstasy unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Your pussy clenched around Seungcheol's cock with such intensity that you could feel every ridge and vein.

The sounds of Seungcheol's increasingly desperate moans filled the room, merging with the sensations of heat and wetness inside your cunt. And then, finally, you let go, surrendering to the overwhelming wave of pleasure that crashed over you with relentless force.

Your orgasm was prolonged and intense, the most powerful and satisfying climax of your life. As you collapsed against Seungcheol's chest, your body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, you lost all sense of time and space.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were greeted by the sight of Jeonghan and Seungcheol by your side, their faces concerned as they gazed down at you. Their voices were a soothing mantra, calling out your name with both worry and wonder.

"Are you okay?" Seungcheol's voice was filled with worry, his hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek.

Jeonghan's expression mirrored Seungcheol's concern as he leaned in closer, his voice soft and reassuring. "You were amazing, sweetheart," he murmured, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your skin. "But we need to make sure you're okay. Can you hear me?"

You nodded weakly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you basked in the warmth and affection of their presence. Despite the intensity of the experience, you knew that you were safe and cared for, surrounded by the love and concern of your two closest friends.

"We need to take a bath," Jeonghan declared, breaking the post-orgasmic silence that hung in the air.

You glanced down at your state, the sweat and other fluids clinging to your skin, and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," you replied, your voice still slightly breathless from the intensity of your climax.

Seungcheol chuckled beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist. "Yeah, Jeonghan even came on my arm." he admitted with a smirk.

Jeonghan's eyes widened in horror, and he quickly swatted Seungcheol on the arm. "Yaaa! No need to tell her that!" he scolded, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at their exchange, the sound echoing through the room as you doubled over with mirth. "Oh my god, you guys are ridiculous!" you managed to gasp out between fits of laughter.

Despite his embarrassment, Jeonghan couldn't help but join in your laughter, the tension of the moment dissipating as he realized the absurdity of the situation. "Alright, alright, let's just get cleaned up." he said, still chuckling as he got to his feet.

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protective ( miguel o'hara )

miguel o'hara x spider!reader slight use of y/n

warnings - description of injuries, sprinkle of angst and fluff

summary - when he's just a bit overprotective word count - 2,554

The rooftop felt like a battleground, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. The city below buzzed with life, oblivious to the emotional storm playing out between you and Miguel O'Hara. The cool night air held a hint of electricity, mirroring the sparks flying in the argument that unfolded.

Miguel's stern gaze met yours, his expression a mixture of frustration and genuine concern. Your own eyes, filled with determination and a touch of defiance, locked onto his. It started with a simple disagreement, a clash of ideologies, but beneath the surface, there were layers of unspoken emotions, each word carrying the weight of a shared history and a growing connection.

"You can't keep doing this, Miguel," your voice cut through the night air, and you could feel the emotions bubbling within you, a mix of frustration and a longing for understanding. "I can handle myself, you know."

Miguel's jaw tightened, a silent plea in his eyes. "This is dangerous, and I can't just stand by and watch you get hurt. You don't understand the risks involved."

The words hung in the air like a challenge, and you scoffed, a spark of defiance igniting within you. "I understand the risks perfectly well. I've been doing this long before you decided to swing into my universe. I don't need you to play the overprotective hero."

The rooftop seemed to shrink as the argument intensified. Every word exchanged was a volley in a battle neither of you wanted to lose. Miguel's frustration, born from genuine care, clashed with your need for independence. The emotional undercurrents simmered beneath the surface, threatening to spill over.

"I'm not doing this to annoy you, Y/N. I care about you, and I can't help but worry," Miguel admitted, his voice softer now, the edges of his frustration giving way to vulnerability.

Your eyes narrowed, your own emotions bubbling to the surface. "I get it, Miguel. But I can't have someone constantly watching over me, controlling every move I make. I need space, room to breathe."

The words hung between you like a challenge, a declaration of independence that clashed with Miguel's innate desire to protect. The rooftop felt like a battleground for more than just words; it was a clash of emotions, a struggle to find common ground.

Before he could respond, you turned on your heel, the air around you shimmering with the manifestation of a portal. The decision to leave was made in a moment of defiance, a desperate attempt to break free from the emotional turmoil. You leaped into the portal, the echoes of your argument still ringing in the air.

Your dimension’s New York City sprawled below, a dazzling labyrinth of lights as you swung effortlessly between buildings. The malevolent laughter of the Sinister Six reverberated through the night, signaling the beginning of a battle that would test the limits of your spider-hero abilities.

Rhino, a behemoth of brute force encased in impenetrable armor, charged through the streets with reckless abandon. The sheer impact of his charge sent shockwaves through the ground, creating a seismic battlefield. Attempting to evade his path, you executed a nimble somersault, but the miscalculation led to a direct collision. The impact rattled your bones, the shock absorbed by the advanced technology of your suit, but the aftermath left you with a persistent ache, a testament to the sheer force of Rhino's charge.

Electro, crackling with volatile energy, cast an eerie glow across the city. Bolts of lightning crackled through the air, and despite your acrobatic dodges, one found its mark. The searing jolt surged through your nervous system, momentarily paralyzing your muscles. Each twitch of your limbs felt like a struggle against the lingering effects of Electro's electrifying onslaught. The air was charged with the scent of ozone as you pressed on, determination overshadowing the lingering discomfort.

Green Goblin's aerial acrobatics brought chaos to the skies. Pumpkin bombs detonated in vibrant bursts, creating chaotic shockwaves. Attempting to evade the explosions, you found yourself caught in the concussive force of one. The impact sent you spiraling through the air, resulting in a harsh collision with a building. The blunt force trauma reverberated through your shoulder, a sharp pain flaring up as you grappled with the dizziness from the impact.

The mechanical precision of Doctor Octopus's tentacles presented a relentless challenge. With each strike, your reflexes were put to the test. A miscalculated evasion resulted in a laceration across your side as one of the metallic appendages slashed through your suit. Blood welled from the wound, staining the fabric and adding an additional layer of urgency to the battle. The pain, both sharp and throbbing, became a constant reminder of the ongoing struggle.

Vulture's aerial assaults were a relentless dance in the night sky. His talons sliced through the air with deadly accuracy, and despite your nimble evasions, a glancing blow left a series of shallow but stinging cuts across your forearm. The pain served as a stark reminder of the ever-present danger, and the persistent ache only fueled your determination to prevail.

The symphony of chaos reached its crescendo as the Sinister Six's coordinated attacks intensified. Rhino's charges became more unpredictable, Electro's lightning strikes more relentless, and Green Goblin's aerial bombardment more calculated. Doctor Octopus's tentacles lashed out with increased ferocity, and Vulture's talons sought vulnerable points with a newfound precision.

Despite the relentless onslaught, you pressed on with a resilience born from the responsibility of being a hero. Your suit, adorned with tears and scorch marks, bore witness to the intense battle. Each injury sustained became a testament to the unyielding spirit that defined a spider-hero. As you swung through the cityscape, dodging attacks and countering with acrobatic finesse, the adrenaline-fueled dance continued.

In the midst of the chaos, LYLA's voice echoed through your earpiece, "Y/N, emergency transport initiated."

A blinding light enveloped you, and the sounds of battle faded. The world spun, and for a moment, all you could see were flashes of E-928's Nueva York. The pain lingered, a constant reminder of the intense battle you had just endured.

The dimly lit room in Miguel's apartment felt like a sanctuary, a brief respite from the chaos. The pain from the injuries sustained in the fight throbbed, but it was nothing compared to the emotional turmoil that lingered.

Barely conscious, you found yourself on the living room floor, the room spinning. The portal's residual energy still crackled in the air as you struggled to sit up. Miguel's urgent voice cut through the haze, a distant echo that seemed to reach you from a world away.

"Y/N? What happened?"

You tried to speak, but the words came out as a hoarse whisper. Miguel rushed to your side, his hands gentle as he helped you sit up. The injuries from the battle were evident, but beneath the physical pain, there was a rawness, an emotional vulnerability that lingered in the air.

The rooftop argument, the Sinister Six's onslaught, and the whirlwind transition between universes all converged in this moment. The unspoken emotions that had fueled your movements in the fight were now laid bare, a complex tapestry woven with threads of frustration, longing, and a shared history.

The dimly lit room in Miguel's apartment offered a brief respite from the chaos. As Miguel tended to your injuries, the room filled with a quiet intensity. The sounds of the city outside seemed distant, as if the world had paused to give you both a moment to navigate the complexities of your connection.

Miguel worked diligently, his hands moving with a careful precision. The soft glow of the apartment's lights highlighted the concern etched into his features. The rawness of the emotional exchange on the rooftop lingered, creating a charged atmosphere that neither of you could easily dispel.

Silence hung in the air, thick with unspoken words. You watched Miguel's focused expression, his eyes reflecting a mixture of regret and understanding. It was a tender moment, a tableau of vulnerability that marked a turning point in your relationship.

"I didn't mean for it to get so out of hand," Miguel finally spoke, breaking the quiet. "I just worry about you, Y/N. You mean a lot to me."

You met his gaze, recognizing the sincerity in his eyes. "I know you worry, Miguel. But I need you to trust me. I can't have someone always trying to protect me. I need room to be my own hero."

Miguel nodded, his expression a blend of understanding and regret. "I'll try to give you that space. I just... I can't bear the thought of losing you."

His admission pulled at your heartstrings, and you reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "I'm not going anywhere, Miguel. We'll figure this out."

As the night wore on, the apartment became a sanctuary where both physical and emotional wounds were tended to. The conversation shifted to lighter topics, an unspoken agreement to leave the intensity of the rooftop argument behind.

The dim light of the apartment cast a warm glow, creating an intimate setting that seemed to encourage the unfolding of unspoken emotions. The city outside continued its rhythmic hum, a backdrop to the nuanced dance of emotions within the room.

Miguel fetched a first aid kit, and you shared stories from your respective universes, finding solace in the familiarity of each other's experiences. The wounds on your shoulder and side were carefully cleaned and bandaged, the physical act of healing mirroring the emotional mending taking place.

In the quiet lull between conversations, Miguel's gaze lingered on you. There was a depth to his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the uncharted territory your relationship had entered. It was a delicate dance, an exploration of emotions that left both of you vulnerable yet strangely connected.

The city outside gradually transitioned from the vibrant lights of night to the muted hues of predawn. The air in the apartment shifted, carrying with it the promise of a new day and the potential for a transformed understanding between you and Miguel.

As dawn approached, Miguel stood and stretched, a yawn escaping him. "You should get some rest," he suggested, a genuine concern evident in his voice.

You nodded, realizing the toll the night had taken on your body. The events, from the rooftop argument to the intense battle against the Sinister Six, had left you physically and emotionally drained. The makeshift bed Miguel arranged on the couch offered a welcome respite.

As you settled into a restless sleep, the events of the night played out in fragmented dreams. Images of swinging between buildings, the Sinister Six's menacing laughter, and Miguel's concerned gaze blended together, creating a surreal dreamscape.

In the quiet of the apartment, Miguel remained vigilant. He couldn't shake the worry that lingered, the weight of the responsibility he felt for your safety. Restlessly, he paced the room, glancing at the sleeping form on the couch with a mix of concern and something deeper, an unspoken acknowledgment of the emotions that lingered between you.

The sun began to cast its warm glow through the apartment's windows, signaling the arrival of a new day. The city outside came alive with the sounds of waking life. Miguel took a moment to watch the sunrise, the hues of orange and pink painting the sky.

As you stirred from your sleep, Miguel turned to you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "How are you feeling?" he asked, genuine concern etched on his face.

You stretched, wincing slightly from the residual soreness. "Better, considering the night I've had. Thanks for taking care of me, Miguel."

His gaze softened, and he sat beside you. "Always," he replied, a simple word laden with unspoken promises.

The morning unfolded with a quiet ease. Miguel prepared a simple breakfast, and you shared a meal that felt oddly intimate, a continuation of the uncharted emotional territory you both found yourselves navigating.

As the day progressed, the initial awkwardness between you and Miguel began to dissipate. The rooftop argument, the intense battle, and the subsequent healing had forged a deeper connection, a shared understanding that transcended the boundaries of friendship.

Miguel took you on a tour of the mirrored universe's Nueva York, pointing out landmarks and sharing anecdotes. The city, bathed in the morning light, felt like a canvas ready to be explored. The unspoken tensions of the previous night slowly gave way to a newfound camaraderie, a blend of shared experiences and a mutual respect for each other's strengths and vulnerabilities.

In the afternoon, you found yourselves on another rooftop, the cityscape sprawling below. The air was charged with a different energy, one that spoke of second chances and the resilience of connections that refused to be easily severed.

"I'm sorry for being overbearing," Miguel admitted, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "I just... I can't help but worry about you. It's a part of who I am."

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "I appreciate your concern, Miguel. I know it comes from a good place. But we need to find a balance, a middle ground where I can be my own hero, and you can still be there for me."

He met your gaze, a silent understanding passing between you. The city sprawled beneath, a living, breathing entity that seemed to reflect the evolving dynamics of your relationship.

As the day turned to evening, you and Miguel found yourselves back in the apartment. The unspoken tension from the previous night had been replaced with a sense of ease. Miguel, ever the attentive host, prepared a simple dinner, and you shared a meal that felt more like a celebration of newfound understanding.

The evening unfolded with laughter and shared stories. The weight of unspoken emotions had lifted, leaving behind a sense of acceptance and a willingness to embrace the complexities of your connection. Miguel's overprotective tendencies were still there, but tempered with a newfound awareness of your need for independence.

As night fell, Miguel accompanied you to the portal that would take you back to your universe. Nueva York glittered below, a testament to the resilience of both the city and the connections forged within it.

"I'll see you around, Miguel," you said, a soft smile playing on your lips.

He nodded, his gaze lingering. "Take care, Y/N. And remember, I'm here if you need me."

With a final wave, you stepped through the portal, leaving behind E-928 and the complexities of the night that had brought you to Miguel's doorstep. The familiar sights of your own universe greeted you, and you swung through the city with a newfound sense of balance.

Back in Miguel's apartment, he stood alone, watching the portal close. The echoes of your laughter and the shared moments lingered in the air. The uncharted territory of emotions had been navigated, and the connection between you and Miguel, though complex, remained unbroken.

The city outside continued its rhythmic hum, a backdrop to the ever-unfolding stories of heroes and the bonds that tied them together. In the quiet of his apartment, Miguel O'Hara, the Spider-Man of the mirrored universe, knew that some connections were too strong to be easily untangled, and that the threads of friendship and something more would continue to weave their way through the tapestry of his life.

thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy!

#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x spiderwoman!reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv #spiderman 2099

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FANFICTION Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Melissa Schemmenti never imagined that a simple vacation away from Abbott Elementary would take her to one of the most vibrant and enchanting places in the world: Rio de Janeiro. She needed a break, and a distant friend had mentioned that Brazil was perfect for relaxing. Between the sunny days and the sound of the ocean, she had something different in mind than what — or who — she ended up finding.

It was on a warm, sultry night, after a long day at the beach, that Melissa wandered into a bar in Lapa, drawn by the sound of a local band playing soft, captivating music, something she couldn’t quite identify yet. The language was different, but the melody and rhythm were universal. She sat at the bar, her eyes fixed on the band.

“First time hearing MPB?” a soft voice asked beside her. She turned, her eyes meeting yours.

You were a Carioca, with an easy smile and a contagious energy. Your hair was loose, catching the breeze, and your relaxed posture showed someone who felt at home in the moment.

“MPB?” Melissa asked, her brow furrowing as she tried to get used to the musical cadence of the Portuguese language.

“Brazilian Popular Music,” you explained, your smile widening. “These songs are part of the soul here.”

Melissa smiled, intrigued. “There’s something about this sound… It reminds me of the old songs I grew up listening to, but with a different twist.”

You nodded, leaning in a little closer. “That’s the magic of Brazil. Every beat tells a story. Want me to introduce you to some of the best?”

Melissa was never one to shy away from new experiences — it was the Schemmenti spirit. “Why not? Go ahead.”

You ordered another round of drinks, and within minutes, the band started playing a song you knew was a classic. “That’s Rita Lee,” you said reverently. “She’s one of Brazil’s greatest voices. A rebel, passionate, a true force of nature.”

Melissa let the sound wash over her, the beats and lyrics blending into the warm night air. She watched you, the way you spoke about each song, each singer as if they were old friends. There was something about how you connected with the music that stirred something deep inside her.

“You really love this, don’t you?” Melissa commented, smiling softly at the scene.

“Absolutely,” you admitted. “Music here is like oxygen. We grow up with it, it’s part of who we are. It’s hard not to fall in love with it… and with this place.”

Melissa smiled back, but she knew it wasn’t just the music or the place that was grabbing her attention. It was you — your passion, your enthusiasm, your authenticity.

The days that followed were a blur of beaches, laughter, and nights full of music. Each day, you introduced Melissa to something new — Gal Costa, Caetano Veloso, Gilberto Gil — and each song seemed to dig deeper into her soul. But between the waves of sound, she felt something growing. A connection, something she hadn’t expected to find here, thousands of miles away from home.

On one of the last nights of her trip, you found yourselves on Ipanema beach, the soft sound of the waves mixing with the distant strumming of a street musician playing “Ovelha Negra.”

“I’m going to miss this,” Melissa said, her voice soft, almost lost in the wind. “All of it.”

You smiled, but there was a touch of melancholy. “You can always come back. Rio will be here, and so will the music.”

She looked at you, and in that moment, everything became clear. “It’s not just Rio I’ll miss…”

Your eyebrows raised, your heart racing as you absorbed the meaning of her words. Melissa, always direct, had let her guard down completely. And without hesitation, you leaned in, your lips meeting hers in a kiss that was soft and full of promise.

The music in the background continued, the slow, steady rhythm like the beat of two hearts that, for a brief moment, had found each other under the Rio de Janeiro sky.

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #lisa ann walter #melissa schemmenti x you #fanfic #lesbian #Spotify

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darkmatters-ghost · 2 months

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Shadamy week - Day 4: Power Swap

Get ready for a cliche chonker of a oneshot! I had a whole list of each tarot card and what they meant but when I was adjusting the length almost all of them got the guillotine.

"Sorry, Amy, but I can't find anything wrong."

"What do you mean? Can't you feel it?"

The universe decided to be loud that morning. There wasn't a better way to describe it. When she had woken up that morning the world was buzzing terribly loudly. Combine that with the feeling of dread hanging in the air and it was a one way ticket to an emergency tarot reading.

Which was interesting to say the least. The first three out of five cards were all bad cards. Cards with implications of destruction and difficult trials. It made her feel like there was something she needed to fix in the world, or a test she needed to pass.

The last two...

"Umm, no..." She could read tails like a book, he felt bad that he couldn't give her a good answer.

"But it's so loud!"

"I'm sorry, but I just can't hear it. I could run another diagnostic if you want?"

She nodded. The fuzz in the air around her was getting louder. And she couldn't help but curl inwards to protect herself.

So Tails turned his swivel chair back to the large computer screen from before. She watched Tails tinker with dozens of different graphs and measurements. Eggman's recent known activity, the flow of time, chaos energy in the vicinity. There were so many that she wondered how so much data could possibly be useful.

"Huh... That's odd."

She perked up, "What? What is it!?" Maybe this is what she needs to fix!

"Well, according to my readings, there's a bit more chaos energy in this area than there should be."

"Does chaos energy change like that often?"

Tails shook his head. "Almost never. The only time it fluctuates like this is if we have a chaos Emerald," he hesitated. "Or when Shadow is nearby."

Shadow..? "Why does he emit chaos energy?" She asked.

Tails opened his mouth to respond, but someone else beat him to it.

"I work with chaos powers." They both jumped and turned to the open garage door. Shadow, in all his glory, was standing there. Giving his usual 'somewhat unamused' expression. "Not to mention that most of my body is chaos energy transformed into matter."

"Hi shadow!" Amy smiled. Shadow was nicer than people give him credit for. Then she hesitated, looking at him closer as he walked in. He seemed... Pale. Was he okay?

"U-uh, yeah!" Tails said. "You're just in time for... Whatever Amy is dealing with."

Shadow noticed her looking at him and turned towards Tails in defiance. "I'm not here to investigate Amy's personal issues. I'm here because I have my own."

Amy couldn't decide if Shadow was respecting her privacy or just being self-absorbed. She preferred the first one.

"Well, what is it?" Tails asked.

It took a moment before Shadow was willing to answer. "The world is quiet."

"What?" That- that couldn't be his response, right? 'The world is quiet'. That couldn't be more inaccurate.

"Um," Tails began, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, that the usual feeling of life around me is quiet. Too quiet to be me overlooking it."

Tails was still confused, and Shadow noticed. He sighed. "There's this... fuzz in the world. The air the plants, people, everything has it. It's not always the same intensity, since it depends on what is nearby, but it's always there. I've felt it my whole life, it feels wrong for it to just disappear overnight."

Tails hummed. A hand on his chin. "The only thing I can think of that matches that description is when I went Super. Perhaps it's chaos energy you're feeling. Or- not feeling."

"Hmm."

"Actually," Amy perked up. "I know what he's talking about!" They both looked at her, making her instantly regret the urge to speak up. It was especially bad when Shadow stared at her with those ruby red eyes. It was intimidating.

"I-I didn't know you went Super, Amy,' Tails said quietly.

'I haven't exactly..." She started messing with frills on her skirt. She had chosen lilac because it's known as a calming color, but it didn't feel like it was working. She shook her head. Don't be cliche, Amy! We've talked about this. "When I woke up this morning, I felt like every inch of my house was buzzing. The world was buzzing. And it... was scary. It didn't help when it came along with the bad... uh, energy today."

"That... doesn't make sense," Shadow said.

Amy huffed. "You don't believe my story? Wh-"

"No, I believe you. You're too smart for this." Shadow complimenting her was not something she was expecting, and her train of thought came to a grinding stop. He looked surprised by himself too, but it was gone so quicky that she doubted it was ever there.

"I'm saying, that it's strange to take my ability to sense chaos energy, and give it to you. "Who or what would want to do that? Why that power? Why us? Why now?"

"That's a good point." She looked at his face again, trying to be subtle. He still looked pale.

"Why... are you doing that?" The sound in his voice was a mixture of anger, genuine confusion and... Fear? He wasn't nearly as easy to read as Tails, but she was going to try.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Huh? What does that have anything to do with it?" She stepped closer to see him better. Now only a foot or two apart. He was acting antsy. Fidgety, even.

"It has everything to do with it!" Tails said.

He sighed and looked away from Amy. Even taking a tiny step back. "Admittedly, I feel very light headed."

Tails perked up. "Oh! That could explain things! This is just an idea, b- well, theory, or hypothesis, or-"

"Spit it out, Fox."

"Right. It wouldn't make sense for someone to take that specific power, so who's to say they only took one?"

Amy and Shadow looked at each other.

"Shadow is largely made of chaos energy, but he uses his own chaos energy all the time, so he shouldn't be feeling this..."

Shadow picked up where Tails left off. "You're implying that they took more of my power than we think. All of my power, and gave it to Amy Rose." Tails nodded. "Why?"

Tails shrugged. "To get you out of your element, I guess. If you're busy trying to figure your powers, then whoever did this has extra time to do whatever they want."

"But, what if I didn't have his powers? That's more likely, right?" Asked Amy.

"Well, Both of you summon an attack outside and we'll see if it works."

Neither Shadow or Amy could argue with that logic. And outside they went.

Tails had a large runway for his plane, so they didn't need to worry about plants and animals being in danger.

Amy grinned. "I'll go first!" With a motion she'd done a thousand times over, she flicked her wrist to pull her hammer out of the ether.

But nothing happened.

She laughed nervously, and tried again.

Nothing happened. She glanced to Shadow who had a concerned look in his eyes.

"Uhh..." No! She couldn't let Shadow see her weak! She tried again.

"uhh!" Again. At this point, she was getting frantic. She didn't have her only was to protect herself! "UHHH!" No matter how many times she's did it, it was the same results.

"Why isn't this working!" Her eyes were tearing up.

"Rose, relax." It was Shadow. He was a lot closer than before. Putting a hand on her shoulder. It was like he could read her mind. "You'll be okay. You're strong with or without your hammer..." Shadow trailed off. As if he caught himself saying something he shouldn't have.

Was his voice always this deep?

She took a deep breath. Her tense muscles loosened up. She looked over to Shadow.

"Thank you, Shadow." He stiffened at the compliment. And it took a few seconds for him to remember what he was doing.

He cleared his throat. "How do you usually summon your hammer?"

"Oh, um. This might sound dumb... But I imagine this little pocket in front of me, I reach in and grab my hammer, then pull it out with a flick of my wrist, and boom! It starts existing."

Shadow didn't say anything to that. Instead he stepped a few feet back and tried it for himself. She could tell what was happening easily. Trying to figure out where the pocket was supposed to be is somewhat jarring at the begining. It's like you're trying to decide where the pocket should be, without knowing the 'correct' spot.

Once he figured it out, he followed her instructions to a t. With a flick of his wrist, her hammer was summoned out of thin air. His first try. Her eyes went wide. She made eye contact with Shadow who was coming to the same conclusion.

"You- I- my-" Amy stuttered.

"You didn't just take my abilities," he said. "I took yours."

She was at a loss for words. She stared at Shadow. She barely noticed his reaction. But he started avoiding her gaze and nervously spinning the hammer in his hand. Then his ears perked up. He turned away from Amy, pulled the hammer as far back as he could, and smashed it into the ground. A huge bang hit the air and she watched the pink, sparkly, heart-shaped shockwave dissipate as it spread.

And it spread. It must've been a huge slam into the ground.

"Geez, dude!" She found her voice. "Careful! That could kill someone!"

All he did was look back at the hammer. "I see why you use this. It's very strong. And effective."

"I..." She trailed off. "Let's just- go back to Tails.

Unlike Sonic, who would either dismiss her concern or try and race her, Shadow nodded. And he kept with her walking pace. No signs of being bored. In fact, it looked like the exact opposite. Maybe something about the walk was calming.

Shadow was unique like that.

}{}{}{

She wasn't the only one who was sick of Tails' lab at this point. They both sat together on a bench while tails went back and forth. Looking at the computer, to the two of them, back to the computer.

Shadow was giving a very annoyed expression, and Amy was smoothing out her dress far more than it needed. She was stressed, okay? She hated being without her hammer. She felt exposed.

Finally, Tails turned to them to speak.

"So, good news! You can switch back! Bad news... I don't know how. Yet. You're going to have to get used to your powers for a bit while I try to figure it out."

"Can't we just- not use our powers?" Shadow snorted beside her. She'd find the sound cute if it wasn't pointed to her.

"Good luck with all that." A cocky grin on his face.

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

"Chaos energy comes from the soul. You're pulling it out from the deepest reaches of your person. Because of this... You can accidently trigger chaos energy from raw emotion alone. Accidentally triggering chaos energy whenever I felt strongly about something... Was the first thing I learned to stop after I was created." His cocky demeanor vanished. He was giving her the time of day. It was sweet.

Didn't change what he said, though.

"Pshhh! I think I can handle a little Chaos Control!" She was trying to get the topic back to the casual banter, the safe zone.

"Chaos Control isn't what I'm worried about."

"Huh?"

"I'm worried about Chaos Blast."

"C-Chaos Blast?" She muttered. "That's the big red explosion you can do..." Shadow nodded.

"Chaos blast is a very emotional power, great if you're growing desperate during a fight, but when you've merely had a bad day, by the end of it you end up struggling to keep it locked away. And, no offence, Amy, you're extremely emotional."

"Wh- no! I'm... Okay, fair." She admitted. He gave a little snort at her words.

"But what am I supposed to do all day? I have stuff to do! People to see!"

"What people?" Asked Tails. She smiled sheepishly. Truth be told, she didn't know. But those last two cards in her reading were important. One of the two promised her survival through whatever strange trial that was destined to happen today, and the other... Was the one card she'd been failing to get ever since she gave up on Sonic. The Lovers card.

Unlike her situation with Sonic, she was determined to not ruin things. Make a good impression on whoever was supposed to notice her. Romance was literally in the cards today, and she wasn't going to miss it.

"I just- do, okay?"

"Well, if you're so bent on going out today," Shadow began. "I think the best course of action would be for me to accompany you."

I lot of things filled her head at that moment. First, she couldn't think of a time when she and Shadow had actually spent a day together, and she was kind of excited. But another thing she thought made her ashamed of herself.

What if the person she needs to meet is weirded out by Shadow? What if it ruins her chances forever?

She wasn't afraid of him. She knew he meant well in whatever he did, and she trusted that he was more than capable of doing whatever he set his mind to, but others didn't share the sentiment. Some stupid part of her mind conjured up a scenario where Shadow's accompaniment scared off the one. Him being too threatening or quiet.

Amy Rose! She yelled at herself. You know better than that! Anyone who judges you based on the company you keep isn't worth your time.

"We don't have to if you hate the idea that much," Shadow muttered. For a moment she thought he knew what she was thinking and her stomach filled with ice. But she realized it was because she was quiet for too long.

"NO! Uh, no. I don't mind at all." She glanced at him to gauge his response.

Disbelief. She couldn't tell if he was insulted, but he definitely didn't believe she was telling the truth.

"Honest." Still nothing. "I'm really fine w-"

"Don't lie to me, Rose."

That shut her up. What? Did he really think she hated him? Or was he just used to that treatment?

She glared at him. "Well jokes on you because now you're not gonna be able to get rid of me."

"What?"

She stood up and grabbed his wrist. "We're gonna spend all day together and it's going to be great." She pulled him to his feet and started dragging him out of the lab.

"Uh," Tails stuttered after them. "Well, have fun, you guys! Don't blow anything up!"

}{}{}{

"Y'know," she began. "I kinda expected you to fight more than this." She had dragged him all the way to station square. Not far from Tails' lab by any means, but he just let her drag him the whole way there.

He ripped his wrist out of her grasp. "Better?"

She rolled her eyes. "Not what I meant."

"I suggested this in the first place, remember?"

"Well, yeah but only because you didn't trust me to control my temper." She said it with a bit more animosity than she meant to.

Shadow took a while to respond to that.

"I just... I don't want you getting hurt. Chaos Blast hardly feels pleasant."

She turned to him. "What is it like?"

"Have you ever had a panic attack?"

"Um..."

"A long one?"

She shook her head.

"Good." It looked like he would leave it at that, but luckily he seemed to realize that was hardly comforting.

"Emotions are exhausting. Especially darker ones. There's a point at the end of a panic attack where you're not done being stressed mentally, but physically, you run out of energy to. It leaves you feeling... dead. Vacant. A dull sense of wrong is still there somewhere, but it's buried under wordless, empty exhaustion."

"That sounds awful." She muttered.

"That's the aftermath of a Chaos Blast. Or, it can be if you let it sneak up on you. You become too tired to still be angry. Not to mention all the property damage and potential lives in jeopardy."

"Y'know what? I'm glad you're here."

He laughed. Softly.

"You weren't before?"

"Stop twisting my words!"

The sky darkened slightly, and she looked up to see clouds covering the sun. She grimaced. The sun was farther in its path than she wanted. It felt like the day was slipping between her fingers. She glanced around at the other people walking around town. Mostly humans, as this was a much more human populated area than some other places. But there were plenty of Mobians wandering around as well.

Cats, hummingbirds, squirrels, everyone seemed to have somewhere to be. But as she glanced through the crowds, none of them looked like the one.

She hoped she hadn't missed them. Or that her talking with Shadow had made them think she was busy, and didn't have time for them.

"You seem distracted, Rose."

"Huh?" She turned back to face Shadow.

"Are you people watching for fun or is there someone you're looking for?"

She glanced back at the people. Some had vanished in the crowds, she hoped they hadn't been the one.

"Yes... No... Yes?"

"'To people watching or looking for someone?"

She groaned, covering her face. "I don't know! I guess I'm looking for someone!" The cement looked much more interesting then watching Shadow realize she was making a fool out of herself. She stared at the ground as they slowed to a stop.

"... What's wrong, Rose? Perhaps I can help."

She debated his suggestion. On one hand, he usually had something wise to say, on the other hand, she wasn't sure she wanted him to know why she was so invested in this one Tarot card. She really didn't want to come off as obsessive again.

Making up her mind, she took a deep breath. She didn't want to look at him. "You must've seen some of the many times I embarrassed myself in front of Sonic, right?"

He was quiet for a while. "...Yes."

A part of her died at the confession. If she ever wanted to impress Shadow, she already blew it. Good to know.

"Well, when I first met him it was because of a Tarot card reading." She sighed grumpily. "I pulled the Lovers card and decided I needed to find who it was about."

"You say that like it was the worst decision of your life."

Unlike what her usual instincts often told her, she decided she wouldn't say anything else until she knew how she wanted to say it.

Shadow was remarkably patient.

"I guess it was still the destined encounter the cards said it would be. But not in the way I was hoping. I was stupid about the whole thing. I figured whoever it was about saw romance the same way I did. That was dead wrong. I was stupid about that too."

"Are you... not over him?" He said it so softly. Like mentioning it would bother her. Or him.

"No, no, I am. It's just- the whole thing failed spectacularly because of me, and until today, I have never pulled that card again."

"You pulled it today."

"Yup... I have another shot." She said it almost wistfully. "I finally have another shot. But it had to be the stupid day with the stupid powers and stupid Amy Rose!"

"You're not stupid." He was so fast to correct her, that she stopped staring at the cement and looked at him.

As usual, he was hard to read. But he seemed attentive, and willing to help her out.

She stood up straight and looked around. "I feel like my day is slipping away from me. Any one of the people walking around us right now could be the one! I just don't want to ruin my chances like I did last time. Who knows if I'll ever draw it again." She laughed humorlessly. "I probably sound insane. Obsessing over a stupid piece of cardboard."

"No more insane than usual."

"Hey!" He smiled.

"If you want my opinion, I'd say that the deck was keeping it from you for a reason."

"Well, that much I got."

"So if it was keeping it from you for so long... Why give it to you now?"

"What do you mean?"

"I can't imagine that your deck, if as magical as you say, would just give it to you for no reason. I don't think you drew that card because someone will finally notice you today, I think you drew that card because you were ready."

She thought about it. Ready. Define ready? Ready to not screw this whole thing up? That sounded nice.

"Because I was ready?" She asked again. He nodded. "Oookay... What about the one?"

"What about them?"

"Are you saying that they might have noticed me before today?"

"It's certainly possible. I can't imagine something like this happening all at once." He had a point.

"Then why hasn't anything happened before now."

"Maybe you weren't ready."

"But what does that mean?!"

He shrugged. "Maybe you're finally going to notice him."

She stopped. Huh. She never thought about it that way. That she wouldn't need to prove she was worth their time when they met. But that flipped the whole thing. Was there someone out there that she was ignoring when she shouldn't have been?

This was all so confusing. Maybe trying to play the whole thing in her favor was her problem. Maybe if she just kept an open mind, she would find the one.

"Geez, I'm making you my therapist!" He shrugged.

"I don't mind."

"Wanna grab a bite to eat? To make it up to you?"

It took a moment to hear a response. "...Okay."

}{}{}{

Shadow hadn't said anything in a while. It wasn't out of character for him to just keep quiet in social situations, but he seemed troubled. Of course, she could be misreading him.

"Since you were my therapist for so long, how about I be yours?" She said. She popped a strawberry from her dessert into her mouth.

"It's nothing."

"Is it though?" She asked.

"...The world is still quiet. That's all."

She blinked. "Oh. Um. I'm sorry. I forgot you're used to the sound."

He sighed but said nothing. She watched him take another bite of the cheesecake he ordered. She supposed she had no real reason to be thinking this, but there was something wrong with him looking so tense. It was wrong. And she needed to fix it.

"I- am I stressing you out?" She asked. "I feel like I'm stressing you out."

He made eye contact with her and she stiffened. His red eyes were just so intense.

"...No."

"You promise?" He nodded.

"What else were you planning on doing today. Something besides your tarot card reading and this whole, power swap situation."

"...No, I don't think there- wait, actually, yes! Do you mind helping me buy cupcakes?"

"You need help doing that?"

"Yup!"

"Well then," he finished off his cheesecake and stood up. "Let's get moving."

}{}{}{

Shadow was incredibly helpful. She should've known. He helped her carry her dozens of cupcake trays. He didn't even ask or judge her when she stared buying cupcakes by the hundred. He was definitely curious about the whole thing, but when him and Amy walked over to libraries and hospitals to give them all out, he definitely figured it out. There was clear contentment in the way he walked around, gently offering cupcakes to the children in the hospital.

It was all fantastic. She didn't expect him to find it so enjoyable. It was almost distracting. There were several times where she got caught up in looking at him, watching him be so gentle and slow with his movements so he didn't scare the children away. She knew he was trying to counterbalance his more intimidating aspects, and it reminded her of the battle she had in her mind that morning. She was dead wrong. Shadow wasn't intimidating. He was amazing. And she would make sure everyone knew that as well as she did.

Eventually they ran out of cupcakes, and were walking back home. She was still conflicted about her card reading, but with Shadow around, she knew she wasn't wasting her time. She still wasn't quite sure about the whole trial, the cards had warned her about. So far the power swap seemed too uneventful to warrant three cards of destruction.

The sun was setting. It bathed the whole town in a dazzling orange. She almost turned to him to ask him what he thought of the whole thing, but someone interrupted her.

He couldn't be older than twenty, but he had the confidence of someone in their eighties. He wore a red baseball shirt, and the word on his tongue was enough to make her set a planet on fire.

"Freak!" That word bothered her much more than it should've. She glanced over to Shadow, who had frozen in place. "Go back to your asteroid! Oh wait! It's Gone! Maybe you should follow suit!"

Shadow growled. But made no move to defend himself. What was he doing!? He can't just stand there and take it! He could shut that guy up in seconds.

But he didn't. And that made her blood boil.

"You almost killed all of us! You're no hero! You're some 2D villain!"

"Excuse me!?" Amy yelled, startling both of them. "Since when was moving an entire space station to protect this planet 'villainous'!? Since when was stopping an asteroid from killing everyone with his bare hands and shoving it back into space 'villainous'!?" She tried to summon her hammer but it only fueled her anger, when her hands came up empty. It felt so unnatural. Like trying to push up your glasses only for them to not be there.

"Rose..." Shadow said. "You're- I need you to relax."

She took a step closer to the jerk insulting him. All words died in his mouth, and the guy stared at her with a scared expression. Good. She never looked this intimidating, but whatever it was, she would take it.

"I'll tell you one thing! Maybe look at the full picture before you go yelling at people on the street!"

"Rose," Shadow sounded more desperate. "Please!"

"Last I checked, no one is perfect! Maybe you should look at your own flaws before you go judging others! Like assuming you know everything, for example!"

The kid didn't wait and booked it in the other direction.

"I'm talking to y-"

"AMY!"

Her anger is cut short all at once and she notices the bright red glow surrounding- no, emanating from her. She flinched and tried to back up, hoping the bomb couldn't follow her. It did. Because she was the bomb. Her heart stopped when she realized what was happening..

The chaos blast he warned her about.

It was thick, and awfully startling. The feel of magic in the air was so potent, it felt like the air was thicker than it should be. Her breaths became shaky. When was it too late to stop this? Had she reached it? How big would the blast be? Was she going to kill people? Over losing her temper?

Her fur was going from pink do a deep red. It was awful. The red color was starting to spread to the air around her.

"Rose, stop." His deep voice managed to cut through her own thoughts. She looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"I-I don't want to hurt anyone."

"You won't," he said. "I promise, you won't." He took a step and immediately she could tell that he had crossed some sort of threshold. It was like he was being pushed away from her. It was like wind. But he was resolute and kept going. Slowly getting closer and closer...

No, he's going to get vaporized! He's too close! I'm going to kill him...

"No! Stay back!" She took a step backwards. "I'll hurt you."

"No, you won't." Another step forwards.

"You don't know that! What if you can't help me?"

"I do know that." He said, and he gazed into her eyes with his Ruby Red piercing ones. "Amy Rose, you are the bravest, kindest, most caring person I know. You're stubborn. And I love that about you. I love everything about you! You're stronger than this! I know you are. So please, trust me. Just this once. You can decide to hate me after this, but as I don't care as long as you're safe, for now, please. Let me in."

His words cleared up the air, and made it easier to breathe. She didn't know what to say. Did he really-

Step by step the red glow began to fade away.The wind was still there, she was still glowing, but the whole thing was less severe. And Shadow used the time he had gained from her stunned silence to get close to her. He was right there, right in front of her.

Shadow wasn't one for hugs. And Amy knew that. But he didn't hesitate. He knew, if there was ever a time to give her a hug, this is it. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight. She clung to him desperately. Pleading for him to fix the melting pot of emotions.. She put her head on his chest.

"Breathe, Rose. Slowly. Deeply." She didn't realize she was hyperventilating. She struggled to stop, however. And it didn't take long for Shadow to start taking deep breaths himself. For her to copy. She could feel his breathing in his chest and slowly started to match her breathing with his.

It took a minute or two, of just burying her face in the fluff on Shadow's chest before the air felt normal again. She didn't want to trust that it was fully gone.

"You've stopped glowing."

"Really..? Are you sure?" A hum of agreement vibrated through the two of them. She Thought back to all of the things Shadow had said. It was

"Did- did you really mean all the things you said back there? Or was it just to get me to stop."

"I meant every word. Though. I... I probably wouldn't have the courage to say it without a scenario like this."

Tears filled her eyes, but she laughed a bit anyway. "I-I guess I should consider m-myself lucky, then..."

"I don't know that I'd call this 'luck'."

She laughed again. While burying herself deeper into his chest. Like he would vanish if she didn't hold onto him.

"Are... you alright?"

"Thank you for staying with me, Shadow. You should've run away when I started glowing."

He scoffed. "As if. I'm not going to leave you to such a fate. You deserve the world, Rose. I won't let anything happen to you. Not if I can help it."

"You're so sweet, Shadow."

"I don't know if that's the right way to put it. I'm hardly 'sweet'."

"You are around me."

"Well that's because..." He trailed off.

She sighed. "I'm done with your powers. Wanna go back to Tails and see if he's figured it out yet."

He mumbled it so quietly. If she wasn't so close, she would've assumed she hadn't heard anything at all.

"I don't want to leave... I want to stay here with you."

She glanced up at him. His red eyes were striking. Staring into them took her breath away. They were so full of passion. How had she not noticed before?

"This won't be the last time, I promise."

He sighed begrudgingly. "...Fine. I just. I don't get to do this often. One day with you alone and I spilled everything I felt."

She gave a tiny laugh as she pulled away. He groaned unhappily. Clearly upset about her leaving.

"I think this was a good thing," she said. "I think I know who the cards were talking about."

A/N: I forgor day three via procrastinating. It exists I promise! I just had too many ideas to get it done in time ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

#shadamy week 2024 #sth #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #shadamy #day 4

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lingering stars leave an impression.

tag 🏷️ @i23kazu (for ebg)

desc ☁️ made a lil snippet aaaaa i hope its ok i haven't finished reading through dain's lore yet. this piece was originally written with an oc in mind but i realised i never mentioned their name so i figured it could work as a fem!reader ficlet too? hopefully that's ok

Dainsleif had made it clear that he did not look upon the gods with favor. Any semblance of it that may give off the idea otherwise was simply him not wishing to repeat the mistakes of his ancestors. In a world where the gods rule, it was certainly a breath of fresh air to see someone not unlike him.

It was a day like any other for the common folk, but quite a slow day for him.

Footsteps sounded against the pavement, soft and precise. He knew to keep light feet after his experiences.

As he grew closer, he could hear the soft clinks of metal against metal.

“Hard at work as usual, I see.” His voice was gentle, taking care not to startle her.

The sounds stopped and she turned to him, lifting up her goggles to make eye contact.

He felt his gaze soften, seeing her eyes. Truly, one of Teyvat’s greatest mysteries was the reason for her to look at the world that treated her like dirt for being the way she was with affection and wonder.

She smiled at him and nodded. “Yes, I found this Ruin Drake laying around and got the Traveler to beat it up and take its parts to me,” she told him, “Soon I’ll find out how they absorb elemental energy and weaponise it!”

Dainsleif wondered whether this would have consequences on her if she continued. But judging by what he knows of her, perhaps he needn’t worry.

“Hm, and what do you hope to gain from this?” He asked her, seeking her intentions.

She hummed, looking back at her contraption. “Well, I noticed that the Traveler has to protect me whenever we get ourselves into battle so I wanted to ease that burden off their shoulders by creating weapons that I could use without needing a vision.”

He nodded. Despite his warnings to the Traveler and Paimon not to try to overthrow the gods, he also found himself curious what the fruits of her labors would bear if she continued like this.

“I see…” Dainsleif felt a ghost of a smile creeping up his lips. “I wish you luck on your endeavors.”

For a self-confessed pessimist, he sure found himself yearning for her success.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif x oc #genshin dainsleif

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Ficlet: (Not Just) For His Benefit

The Sign. Phaya/Tharn. Future fic, h/c. Unbeta'd.

That day, you see, Tharn almost died on the job, right in front of Phaya’s eyes.

(Yet another excuse for smut. What can I say, I'm a simple gal. Please, excuse all possible mistakes, my allergies are draining me of energy.)

***

Phaya insists on taking Tharn home. To his house. To his bed.

And Tharn says, gently and soothingly, “Okay. Alright, Phaya, whatever you want.” He gives in, he goes because he’s afraid that Phaya might fall apart otherwise.

That day, you see, Tharn almost died on the job, right in front of Phaya’s eyes, and it rattled Phaya to his core.

They were chasing after a suspect, running down a busy walkway, and Tharn was close at the man’s heels, Phaya having split to cut the guy off, when the man suddenly and unexpectedly whipped around - and pushed Tharn right into the oncoming traffic.

Phaya, who in that very moment appeared at the mouth of a nearby alley, saw it all. And could do nothing but watch.

Tharn reacted quickly and managed to jump back but he wasn’t fast enough to clear the way fully. A car clipped him, throwing him up in the air and over the hood. Tharn hit the pavement hard but luckily his training took over and he bounced and rolled, absorbing the impact, his leather jacket saving him from bad scrapes. Still, it hurt!

There was a scream, loud and horrified - it was Phaya, Tharn realized later on - and the next two or three cars missed Tharn’s head by mere inches. And when he finally rolled to a halt, he just laid there, gasping through the pain. Because he ached all over and his ears were full of white noise.

When he was finally able to breathe in properly and open his eyes, Tharn saw Phaya kneeling by his side and leaning over him, looking pale and absolutely distraught. His hands were fluttering just above Tharn’s body, needing to touch but afraid to hurt Tharn even more.

“--arn? Tharn?” Phaya was yelling and slowly, his words seeped through the thumping hush in Tharn’s ears.

“‘M okay,” Tharn groaned, straining to sit up. He would've rather remained lying, at least for a little while, but that was not an option, not on the road and not with Phaya looking at him like that. “Help me up?” he asked, reaching out for Phaya.

Gently, as if Tharn was made of glass in danger of cracking, Phaya helped him stand, taking most of his weight when Tharn wobbled a little because his head did spin. And hurt. Something was in his left eye and when Tharn blinked and rubbed at it, his fingers came off bloody. Oh. He reached up to find where–

“Don’t,” Phaya grabbed his wandering hand. “Don’t touch it. You hit your head. Got a big scrape there.” His voice was hoarse and breaking a little at the end. And then he led Tharn away from the road and back onto the walkway where he helped him step over their culprit whom he, apparently, knocked out with a single punch. Well.

Most of what happened afterwards was rather blurry in Tharn’s mind. He got off lucky, with no broken bones, but his head thumped and he felt a little sick to his stomach - which he did not tell Phaya or he would’ve freaked out even more - and his left cheek and the left side of his forehead, actually the whole left half of his body, burned and ached.

And so he left others deal with… stuff, Phaya and Yai, who arrived shortly after. But mostly Yai because Phaya refused to leave Tharn's side after sitting him down on a nearby bench. Which was fine with Tharn because he really needed to lean against someone, against Phaya, when it finally sank in what just almost happened.

A trip to the hospital was a must and Tharn simply let himself be pushed and pulled and prodded and scanned and tested because any kind of a protest or objection would require way too much energy.

So. That happened.

Now he’s standing at Phaya’s car in the hospital parking lot - someone must’ve brought it here because he clearly remembers Phaya riding in the ambulance with him (and, really, was that necessary?) - and there’s a stark white patch on his forehead and another one high on his left cheek and Phaya has Tharn’s painkillers in his pocket and he’s insisting on taking Tharn home, to his house, to his bed and no arguments, Tharn!

And Tharn says, “Okay. Alright, Phaya, whatever you want.” He’s patting Phaya’s chest while he’s saying this, a soft tap-tap-tap right over his heart that he can feel galloping a mile a minute even several hours after the incident. He’s looking up at Phaya, into his eyes that are a little too wide and a little too wild and still slightly panicky.

Tharn realizes that he needs to do something or Phaya will crack. Phaya is the strongest and bravest person Tharn’s ever known but when it comes to Tharn, he's surprisingly, shockingly fragile.

So when they arrive home and Phaya helps Tharn out of his clothes - which is a slow and painful process in itself that has Tharn grinding his teeth and Phaya hissing in distress as more and more bruises all over Tharn’s body are revealed, dark red splotches that are already turning purple, hints of might-have-been had Tharn been a little less lucky that day - and Tharn is left standing there in nothing but his boxer shorts, he looks up at Phaya and asks softly, “Make love to me?”

Phaya's eyes widen and he draws in a sharp breath. “What? No! You’re injured.”

Tharn reaches up and strokes Phaya’s cheek, loving the way Phaya takes his hand in his and leans into the touch. “I’m alive,” he says gently.

He needs Phaya to know that, to truly grasp that. That Tharn is here, that he’s alive, that he didn’t die on him, that he isn’t going anywhere, that he isn’t leaving him. And words are not enough to convey all that. He needs Phaya to feel it, to feel him. It’s not about being horny or simply wanting to get off, it’s about reassuring Phaya that he’s still here.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Phaya croaks out, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheek against Tharn’s palm, fighting with himself but weakening. Because he needs this and Tharn knows it. He knows Phaya.

Tharn smiles. “You won’t.”

And Phaya gives in because he wants to. He wants to so bad.

He makes love to Tharn, as gently as he ever did, laying Tharn down on the bed, tenderly making him comfortable on his right side, the one least hurt, least bruised and aching, and he kisses him all over, every tiny scrape and every contusion, lavishly showering him with care, his lovemaking heartrendingly close to a worship.

Tharn’s loving it, being loved like this, with so much affection, and even though he initially planned this for Phaya's benefit, giving himself over to him like this, Phaya’s care and attention and pure love are now making Tharn feel… so much. He wants. Tharn just-he just… wants.

He wants so much - everything! - and so badly that he has to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning out aloud - Phaya loves it, he knows, when Tharn loses himself in his need and lets Phaya hear his pleasure but Tharn’s still shy about it, about letting himself be heard, be known like that, even after all this time. And so he shuts his eyes tight and bites his lip and fists his hand into the bed sheet as heat courses through him, making him hard.

Phaya bends Tharn’s left leg a little and moves it forward, giving himself access, and then he takes his time preparing Tharn, sweetly torturing him, drawing out every stroke, every push, letting his fingers dance lightly over Tharn’s spot, again and again - until Tharn finally breaks and a soft moan escapes his lips.

It’s what Phaya has been waiting for.

When Phaya enters him, it always feels like their first time, like something new and wonderful, no matter how many times they do this. Tharn will never, ever get used to the feeling of being filled and possessed, of entrusting himself to his lover. Phaya moves in and in and in, slowly, carefully, giving Tharn time to adjust, and Tharn pulls at Phaya’s left arm, and draping it around himself, he entwines their fingers and presses their hands against his own heart, letting Phaya feel its frantic rhythm, sharing this moment with him as best as he can.

Phaya nips at his shoulder and his neck, peppering him with butterfly kisses, and he whispers into Tharn’s ear, “I love you so much.”

Their lovemaking is languid and slow, they barely move, just feeling and letting themselves be felt. The peak is not the goal here, the act itself is, the renewal of the connection between them. It’s hot and sweet and almost overwhelming, slow kisses and slow thrusts and slow strokes, the build-up of their climax gradual and unhurried.

When they reach their release, they arrive at it together, Phaya makes sure of it, stroking Tharn and tipping him over a moment before coming himself. It’s a quiet thing, almost reverent, and for a long, long while they just lie there, in each other’s arms, Tharn still feeling Phaya inside, their left hands entwined once more, Phaya caressing Tharn’s throat with his right, running his thumb across Tharn's jaw, and breathing raggedly into his hair.

“I thought I lost you there for a second today,” Phaya finally says when their hearts settle down again, Phaya's own beating slow and calm for the first time since the incident, since he was forced to watch Tharn get hurt, helpless to do anything about it.

And Tharn replies, “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” He pulls Phaya’s right hand up and plants a soft kiss in his palm.

“Alright,” Phaya sighs, and drawing Tharn even close, he kisses his head and his ear and every part of him that he can reach. “Alright. I will hold you to that.”

Smiling sleepily, Tharn whispers, “Do.”

#the sign #the sign the series #my fics #my the sign fics #mé

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missanthropicprinciple · 28 days

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(Usual disclaimer, feel free to leave this if you're too busy) Could you share your favorite warding methods?

Thanks for asking!

I haven't worked much with this, which is surprising because I am certainly someone who needs to use warding spells and methods. At its core, warding is all about protecting your boundaries and maintaining self respect. There is a lot of intention and commitment involved so it can take years to get into the habit and rhythm.

My first line of defense is often jewelry. I have an evil eye necklace that I brought back with me from Greece a few years ago and that seems to help. I also have a mirror necklace which is also effective. And of course my favorite, Cernunnos. I often wear lockets with loved one's pictures in them because I feel like they're with me that way.

I don’t have much knowledge of incantations and spell craft, but reciting meaningful poetry has often helped me. It keeps me alert and comforted. And I think that incantations and spell craft is similar.

Apotropaic magic, or protective magic, has been in use in many cultures for thousands of years. So I've always done things like knocking on wood (and touching wood, the British tradition) which is often called a superstition.

Creating barriers for bacteria, illness, and pests is a valid, if more scientific approach, to warding. Cutting off trails left in your home by ants, guiding mice outside your home by leaving no-kill bait that forces them to go outside in search of water, removing dust that can be harmful to your lungs and that can be a breeding ground for pests in general, etc. Cleanliness is a kind of banishing.

Visualization is also very powerful. Find or create a safe space in nature or in your home. Close your eyes and envision physically blocking or fighting manifestations of negative energy. You can even create a magic wand to help you as well.

Plants are often said to absorb negative energy if they are cared for by a witch. According to some, if a plant in your home (or even outside your home) is doing poorly it means that it is taking the negative attack instead of its human. On a more scientific note, some plants can be wonderful air purifiers.

Witch marks on buildings are good if want to focus on home protection. Read more here. Conversely they can be used to ward off witches when we were associated with evil practices, but if you're a witch yourself you can simply use it to ward off negative forces. These marks can be whatever you want them to be.

I've been reading a little about house guardians recently. Aside from deities on altars, people use figures, often two at a time outside the home to guard against various negative forces. This is common for people who aren't even witches: lions, griffins, sphinxes, angels, and saints are used all the time to guard the front steps of many homes across the world.

Salt circles are great, especially during meditation and tarot reading. Needless to say, this doesn't work so well on carpet but you can use a circle of gems and stones to have the same effect.

I work with fire magic a lot, so lighting candles and bonfires is important for me and burning things that you need to let go of like paper, sigils, or dried plant offerings - there's an association with cleansing and bacteria removal too.

TL;DR: Maintenance is something that you have to keep doing regularly like cleaning. Protecting your energy with regular spells and rituals is key. Blessings to you!

#witch #warding #protection magic

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zzencat · 2 months

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Hiiiii 🙆‍♀️ I’m a new follower here! I just found your account and I was so excited!! You honestly look so kind and lovely 🌸 if its okay with you, I’d like to join the free readings :D my inital is HS, I’m a scorpio sun ♏️ my questions are:

1. What’s the best way for me to manifest? (Like what manifestation technique that works best for me?) 🪄

2. How will Haechan (nct) will feel if he ever met me in real life 🤒

3. How will Mark (nct) will feel if he ever met me in real life? ⭐️

Thank you so much for opening this reading <3 I really appreciate you and I love both you and your account 🙆‍♀️

Have a lovely day/night 💕

hello hs!!! welcome to…well, your answers hahaha but also such an interesting ass question i haven’t gotten an ask like this but im excited to get into it!! take these as things you could also work on. (i can’t even choose an nct bias anymore haha i love haechan with my whole arm tho)

best way to manifest:

ok so you’re giving off a lot of air energy and detachment. you have a lot of ideas and they’re constantly going in and out, just as words are coming in and out. there’s a need for you to be alone and hold less judgment on others and more on yourself. i would also suggest you find a quiet place too so that you don’t get too scatterbrained and distracted. there’s a level of paranoia and being untrusting. idk if you’re the untrusting one or you’re the one to be untrusted, but that’s something that needs to be figured out. also there’s too strong of a focus on superficial things like looks, status, or how one is perceived in public, but it’s all surface level and there needs to be less obsession with that. if you could be more open and refrain from making too many prejudgments on others and on yourself, that’d be helpful. be more openminded and things will come towards you more naturally. be more serious with what you want and take action towards it.

overall/extras:

- be less gossipy and pay more attention to yourself

- should probably clear your space more often

- work on inner imbalances and open mindedness, more acceptance

how haechan would feel if he met you:

phewww…so haechan doesn’t have too good of a view…if it were a simple fansign thing, sure yk just show up and talk a bit, but friends? nah. he thinks you need to work on being less self-absorbed, paying attention to other people’s qualities and more on your own since there’s a lack of achievement. he doesn’t think you’re in a role where you’re doing something special or eye-catching, just a normal person. he probably thinks you don’t make as much money. he thinks that you probably indulge in more selfish desires than working. he sees you as someone who keeps secrets or is someone sus asl. conceited or dishonest and plays unfair. ngl his cards aren’t looking too bright but it’s ok hahaha

how mark would feel if he met you:

mark thinks you procrastinate too much or you lack the will to go on. again, a lot of scatterbrained energy. you’re also defensive or have your guard up easily. he thinks that you think whatever you think and you’re stubborn with it. you’ve got your own values and ways to live life. he’s more neutral and understanding about the meeting with you than haechan is. he thinks you face a lot of insecurities and you have a tendency to overindulge or you lack self control. you also have missed opportunities and poor planning, but dismissive about it like “yeah but whatever!!” kind of mindset.

thanks a ton for your kind words buddy and for sending a fun question!! 🤣👊👊 hope you stay hydrated!!

#mini readings game by teddy :)#tarotblr #tarot reading

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marlonbrandto · 10 months

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THE MAYNOS GAMBIT | 6

D’tano’s coughs jolt him awake. Blinking away the dancing lights in his eyes, he feels the three fingered hand of a fellow Tau help him into a seat. Taking a breath, and steadying himself against the rocking caused by nearby explosions, he looks around the devilfish he had hastily boarded before the earthquake. The hold of the vehicle was packed with black armored fire warriors, the one who helped him gives D’tano a firm nod before returning to the others gathered around a bonding knife. He had entered Death Company’s devilfish, and the full significance of the situation he was in was beginning to sink in. He needed Death Company to find Aun’Shar, but there was only one way to take command of such a unit, joining them in their fatal Ta’liserra.

Protecting this ethereal has already killed me 3 times over this week, what’s one more death?

D’tano rises to his feet and pushes to the center of the throng, grabbing the ritual blade from the Shas’ui. The leader says nothing, solemnly watching the Fireblade test his palm on the tip.

“Tau’va or death!” he shouts as he presses his palm through the blade. D’tano grunts as another hand impacts with his, hitting it further down. One by one each member stacks their hand upon the bloody stack, saying the same words. The devilfish lights turn green, and D’tano pulls the blade free. Raising it high as he moves to the opening hatch.

“Find the Ethereal Aun’Shar, our life for his!”

The cadre lets out a single HAH as the hatch slams open, and rushes out into the raging battlefield.

1. The May’nar sept remnants clash with the reinforced Grey Knights once again, Commander Novastorm leads the charge in a Ghostkeel, engaging the closest dreadknight.

2. his bodyguards decimated in the initial clash, the leader of the Grey Knights, Kaldor Drago, takes to the field. Sending psychic blasts into a pair of crisis suits, he rushes them with his legendary Titansword.

3. Fireblade D’tano leads Death Company out of their transport. the fearless breacher team unloads their pulse blasters into the grey knights, who conjure a barrier of warp energy, absorbing the assault.

4. The scattered Tau forces attempt to rally in the chaos. Firewarriors gather around Aun’Shar as a crisis suit fired suppressive fire at the advancing Kaldor Drago. The ethereal grabs a fire warriors comm suite to send out a transmission to nearby forces. “All units, the statue is what they’re guarding here! Someone scan it, it may be the key to the Calamity Equation!”

5. D’tano receives the transmission too late, as he stands alone among the melted corpses of death company. The nearby dreadknight slices cleanly through the devilfish with its nemesis greatsword, considers the lone tau for a moment, then vanishes in a ripple of warp energy. D’tano draws his ritual blade, still dripping with the blood of Death Company, and shouts a battle cry as he tackles the nearest soldier.

6. Two tetras hurtle towards the statue, the copilots beam a high powered marker light at the monument and begin a scan. “This is Fogbreaker, the statue is part of of a larger mechanism spanning the rest of the planet. According to the readings a control panel at the base is connected to energy signatures spanning the surface and interior of the planet!”

Aun’Shar wastes no time, “activate it!”

7. The tetra pilot jumps out of his vehicle as the air starts to shimmer nearby and a dreadknight rips through reality. The ancient war machine fires warp energy into the tetras, melting them into transfigured heaps. A railgun slug from the nearby hammer head pierces the stainless metal, causing the dreadknight to rush the gunship. The disembarked tetra pilot reaches the a panel at the base of the statue, and without thinking, slams his hand down on it. The ground begins to vibrate.

8. Drago and Aun’Shar exchange blows as dust kicks up and chokes the air around them.

“Impetuous child!” Kaldor spits as he swipes his sword horizontally, the roar of the warp following in its wake “do you even understand the gravity of your actions?”

Aun’Shar ducks under the rippling blade, “I don’t need to” he thrusts his spear towards the knights abdomen “but I know it’s waking something that scares even you” the tip of his spear makes a skkkkkrrrrt as it scrapes across the surface of Kaldors shield instead of finding its mark.

“To covet the Calamity Equation is to invite heresy!” Kaldors blade narrowly misses Aun’Shar’s leg “to use its power is to question the Emperors will!” With a shove from Kaldor’s shield, the ethereal is sent scrambling into the gravel.

“Sounds useful!” Aun’Shar shouts as he glances up and sees the flash of a blue search light

Authors note: I recommend listening to To the Stars by Max Richter while reading the following section

A recovery drone!

Kaldor’s eyes begin to glow as he charges warp energies

Pranng!

He stumbles back from the impact of a pulse blast. Aun’Shar whips around to see D’tano crawling forward, pulse pistol glowing hot in his hand. Aun’Shar leaps to his feet,

“My friend! You’ve survived!”

D’tano reloads his pulse pistol and takes aim, “Together, ethereal. Together we dove in to hell and together we will fight our way back.” The ethereal manages a wry smile:

Only the drone will prioritize my survival over yours…

Aun’Shar considered his opponent, then his dying comrade who would sacrifice all for him. There was what the greater good demanded, then there was what his friend needed.

Dropping his spear he turns towards Drago “not this time, my friend” dashing towards the towering foe.

Thnk!

Drago’s sword finds purchase deep in the ethereal’s chest as he’s lifted off the ground, impaled on a blade crackling with energy. Aun’Shar smiles as he begins to cough up blood

Live D’tano! Live in my place!

“NOOOOO” screams D’tano, firing his pulse pistol as the recovery drone picks him off the ground, dragging him into the air.

D’tano can do nothing but watch the ethereal begins to fall limp, as a chaotic swirl of energy swallows both combatants, which then shrinks into nothing, leaving naught but a few scorch marks in the gravel. In mere moments, it’s as if the ethereal Aun’Shar of May’nar sept never existed.

TO BE CONCLUDED

Authors note: sorry this is such a long read, I really was getting invested in the narrative. I didn’t want Aun’Shar to die, but it’s how the dice were rolled and fit the narrative pretty well!

How do you treat your characters that have died in your narrative? I want to keep using the ethereal model but I want to canonize this story somehow.

#fanfic #sci fi oc #warhammer 40000 #battle report #tau empire #warhammer 40k #warhammer miniatures #warhammer oc #warhammercommunity #tau 40k #grey knights #warhammer #warhamm

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aith-art · 11 months

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Falloutober 2023 - Day 18

"Respite"

Prompt by - @falloutober

Word Count - 1093

Smoke filled the air, people drifted to and from seats. Magnolia’s singing echoed throughout the old subway tunnel. She wasn’t quite loud enough to drown out the thrum of the lights. THe subtle hum of power coursing though the establishment. Even from the shadows at the back it was all becoming to much.

My hands started grasping for something to hold onto, anything. My head hurt, everything was too loud. Leaning against a piller, I tried to ground myself. ..Placing my back flush to the wall and embracing the chill that came with it. But nothing helped. I could feel my body starting to shut down, my mind absorbing to much information. My breathing became raggedy, my hands shook.

Pushing it all down as best as possible, I tried to formulate a plan. Find somewhere private that I could allow myself to collapse in. Leaving the Third Rail would take too long, risk too many people seeing me. My eyes landed on a doorway. THe VIP room. Noone had been using it.

Without a second thought, I beelined for the room. Closing the old maintenance door behind me I let myself shake. Jumping and stimming and realising all the energy from the last few days. I’d done more than I should have. Pushed my limits further than I had in a long time. As I passed the manakins my legs gave way. Closing my eyes I let the flood of stress and anger and fear wash over me. My cheeks dampened. I couldn’t breath. It had been so stupid for me to come all the way out there.

Even in the VIP room the lights were too much. My hands grasped at my ears wanting to remove all sensory stimulants.

I don’t know how long I was like that, But it had been the respite I’d needed from the world. In a world like this it was so hard to keep everything bottled up and not go insane.

Footsteps.

Someone had entered the room.

Wiping my face with my shirt, I shuffled towards a chair. My body still shook.

“Huh, Hadn’t thought anyone had been in here. Sorry.” Hancock. The Mayor of Goodneighbour. Great, I thought to myself.

A second voice piped up from behind him, “Everything okay in there?” THis voice was younger. Not broken by chem use and ghoulification.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to haul myself up. If I was atleast sitting it would be far less embarrassing. As my arms gave up on me, a figure I didn’t know was there to catch me.

“Careful there. Don’t want you to hurt yourself.” His arms were hooked under mine, he helped me into the chair I had tried to sit in.

With a shaky breath I tried to thank him, tried to appologise for being in the way of something. But the words couldn’t come out.

“Well, well. You okay, Jules?” Hancock stood in the doorway.

The stranger stood over me, he seemed to be studying me. I tried again, “I’m…” I took a breath, “Sorry, Hancock. Um…” I looked up at the stranger.

“MacCready.”

I knew that name. His face wasn’t one I recognised. But his name. MacCready? Where did I know that name from. Through the clouded memory of my past, I tried to find the missing peice. He wasn’t from the Mojave, he haddn’t recognised my name so he was someone I knew from the Capital Wasteland. MacCready. Capital Wasteland. I had the fleeting memory of a child, maybe 12, living in a cave and swearing worse than most of the travellers I knew.

“You gonna keep staring at me?” He stated.

I closed my eyes, turning my attention away from him and to the room. “I’m sorry. Just dazed.” I stood. He was there, making sure I didn’t collapse. Hancock hadn’t moved form the door.

“Hey Jules, Me and the Merc here need to do some business. But if you’re looking for work, I might suggest enquiring with Charlie.”

I gave him a nod, leaving before MacCready had chance to question who I was.

Noone was supposed to see me like that, with all my walls down. Hancock had said he was a merc, maybe I could buy his silence.

I watched as Hancock left the VIP room, alone. There hadn’t been screams, or gunshots, so maybe MacCready wasn’t dead. During the convosation with Charlie, I’d let my mind wander down the road to who he was, and I’d come out with an answer. And a reminder of my guilt. But that was an inescapable reality when I moved back out east. With my tip from Charlie tooked into my belt, I walked back into the room, leaning where Hancock had when he’d walked in. I was more myself than I had been moments before.

MacCready sat, cleaning his gun. It was a well practiced motion.

“You know,” I started, “I am sorry for how I was when you found me.”

He looked up at me, still studying me. He still didn’t know who I was. But nearly a decade had past and I’d been through hell and back.

“It’s fine. Guessing you ain’t with the Gunners, so you looking for a hired gun?”

“No.” I walked further into the room, “Just trying to work out what a Mungo like you’s doing all the way out here.”

MacCready froze. “You?” He stood, watching me intently. “Who are you?”

“As Hancock said, my name’s Jules. Courier for anyone who can pay.”

“That’s not… How do you know me? How do you know that word?”

“What? Mungo’s? Met a bunch of kids bout a decade back. Leader was a little shit but they were alright. Why? You think you know me?” I was playing with him. It was evil of me. But it was fun.

“I was not a little sh-” He stopped himself. “Okay maybe I was to outsiders. Doesn’t answer why you, why I…” His mind went into overdrive, thinking about all the strangers they’d let into Little Lamplight over the years. It wasn’t an expansive list. “Page?” It felt as if he was testing the name, like it had never been said before.

“Once upon a time maybe. But it’s Jules now.”

He stared a me, confusion mixed with resentment and awe.

“It’s good to know your doing good for yourself RJ.” I managed.

He kept staring. His eyes welling with tears. “We thought you were dead.” He whispered as we stood oposite each other. I put on a smile.

“Suprise.” I whispered back.

#fallout #falloutober #falloutober2023 #jules courier 6 #courier six #fallout oc #self insert #aith art writing #fallout 4 #fallout ocs #fallout original character #fo4 maccready #maccready fallout 4 #rj maccready #fallout maccready #maccready #fallout hancock #john hancock

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readingsbylibramc · 2 years

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birth chart reading for @cuddles-and-murder

hello! welcome to your reading. I’m gonna give you a quick overview of what I’m going to analyze about your natal chart. feel free to ask me anything if something isn’t clear, of course. you’ll find out your dominants’ influence on your persona, your physical appearance, impression on others and the way you approach the world; your ego, identity, the real you; your reactions, your desires, inner emotions; your way of expressing your feelings, your mind and ideas; your desires and approach to love; your energy tank, instincts and temperament; in-depth analysis of each house with their rulers and analysis of heavy aspects; love life + soulmates/karmic partners interpretation; your relationship with your friends; your family life; your approach to career and work in general + possible jobs suggestion; your style, fashion sense analysis; life purpose and past life description; basic transits’ analysis to describe your current mood and, last but not least, your secret skills, how to make the most out of your soul and manifest what you desire based on your birth chart.

🦋 chart shape, dominants

your chart is a seesaw shape. your life focuses on different ideals and interests, often constrasting between each other. from one side, this gives you the ability to be adaptable and find solutions easily. on the other hand, you may struggle with balance; for example, you might find yourself dedicating your life to your relationships, neglecting your ego or viceversa. you need to learn how to harmonize these energies.

your dominant planets are uranus, venus and the moon. you are probably quite creative, or at least you have a passion for creative outlets; you may like music, reading, cooking, etc. you may be a trendsetter among your peers, or you may even become pretty well-known in your field. you are very sensitive and empathic, it comes natural for you to understand and absorb others' feelings. as a result, you might be quite introverted, you get tired easily when in social contexts.

your dominant sign is aquarius. you're eccentric and rebel, you don't like being told what to do. you're very considerate of others, as you focus more on the development of a group rather than your persona. that's because you want the people you frequent to be as open-minded as you are. aquarius people are capable of elaborating different ideas in a short amount of time; hence, you either overwork yourself, or you're not able to keep up with all your ideas, leaving projects unfinished.

your dominant element is air. in your life, you adore seeking knowledge of any kind. you may be interested in studying different subjects, from those you study at school like science, maths, literature etc. to more unconventional ones, such as astrology, psychology, criminology and so on. you enjoy interacting with people; even if you’re not that sociable, you’ll still be interested in their point of view and their ideals, as you see it as a way to expand your own mind. you’re also interested in vintage, and you may have a retro aesthetic or just like history in general.

🌎 ascendant in capricorn, 16° / 2nd decan ruled by saturn and venus

you're an affectionate person, yet your heavy capricorn influence may make you feel restricted to share your vitality with others. others' first impression of you is that you look like some sort of authority, someone who needs to be respected. even when you're joking, you still have this seriousness to your aura that is hard to go unnoticed. you care about your manners, and just your overall impression in general. you may take extra care of your clothes, your hair etc. you don't want to look disorganized, in fact you probably own an agenda or even just write your appointments somewhere. you have a cautious approach to the world, you're very responsible, especially when people you love are involved. you may have a very serious expression to you that could actually make you seem intimidating. generally speaking, you still have a serious look on your face that looks quite intimidating. you also look introverted, and you most probably are. you're very modest, and that's because you're secretly kind of insecure about your appearance. you always feel like you're not enough, and that you constantly have to improve yourself to be accepted. this gets better with time, though. physically, you're probably very attractive and don't realize it! especially with your libra midheaven. you may have an amazing bone structure with high cheekbones, a defined jawline and naturally straight, pleasant teeth. you may probably also have an amazing posture and walk, even though you may suffer from scoliosis or other bones diseases in your early years.

capricorn ascendant opposite cancer moon: you may have trouble understanding others’ real feelings for you. you may feel as if everyone hates you, like everyone is talking behind your back when it’s the opposite. you’re particularly sensitive about others’ view and opinion of you, you may get deeply hurt when people criticize you. you could have the tendency to act differently than you usually do, in order to preserve your feelings. this is obviously a toxic behaviour, that fills you up with your own stress and doubles it. due to that, you may become very moody and nervous, ending up hurting others yourself. or maybe, it’s the other way around; your feelings are so overwhelming that you can’t hide them, and that could put you in embarrassing, unpleasant situations. you may show all of your emotions on your face, ready to be read. the way to cope with this placement is finding someone similiar to you; someone who’s trust-worthy, and very sensitive and empathetic too. someone who’d never judge you for you think or say, and that would always help you becoming the best version of yourself. someone that understands you, without having to explain all of your behaviours and habits.

capricorn ascendant square libra mars: you easily come off as more assertive and arrogant than you actually are. this manifests both in your face and in your words. you could say things impulsively, and sometimes you're too blunt and hurt people's feelings. you don't do it on purpose, though, there's no malice behind your acts; it's just your natural way to express your opinions. on the other hand, you probably have a very strong charisma to you that makes you look very captivating and bold. people see you as a leader, and hence they could get intimidated by your presence. to cope with this placement, you can try controlling yourself and your words before speaking. I'm aware that it's a way to vent your anger, but you can find another way that doesn't hurt others.

🌞 sun in sagittarius, 21° / 3rd decan ruled by jupiter and the sun

in life, you strive for freedom and independence. you are an extremely wise person, and you believe strongly in your beliefs. you rarely change your mind, but most of the time you’re an open-minded person. you love learning about anything, and you may also have a good memory. in fact, it’s common for you to be the one who explains things and possibly even leads a group, and this could unluckily make you seem as a know-it-all. you do take pride in your wisdom, indeed. your deep way of thinking is also where your desire for freedom comes from, as you wish to be able to expand yourself through travelling and new experiences. you may also be attracted to foreign things, such as foreign literature, fashion, art, music etc. it’s another way to travel and open your mind, without actually having to leave your house when you’re busy. when you get angry, you can actually get very rude and offensive, even towards authorities. you’re short-tempered, and you despise being told what to do. you’re also a good, loyal friend, and you’re the type to stand up for them and defend them during a fight. you’re very outgoing, especially with people you feel comfortable with, and you probably love talking. you’re able to put a smile on others’ face just by telling your stories, even though you never truly go in-depth. in fact, you have a shy side to you that makes you more secretive, regardless of your friendliness.

sagittarius sun conjunct sagittarius mercury: you express your ego and identity through your words and ideas. you’re very opinionated and you protect strongly your beliefs. after all, you probably came up with your ideals after thinking deeply about them, you were too precise to be wrong. you’re also probably an avid reader, and you could do well in writing yourself, as you’re able to properly convey your ideals with your words. your mind is very active, and you feel comfortable letting all your thoughts out. it’s actually a way to relieve stress. you also have a wide vocabulary, and you’re capable of making a formal speech if you have to. you have a memorable way of speaking, as your words are very sharp. it’s hard for you to be ignored for your intellect. the downside to this placement is that you may be a bit too stubborn, you struggle to accept advice as you prefer doing your thing instead.

sagittarius sun conjunct sagittarius pluto: you're quite of a loner, you prefer spending time alone rather than with others. you're extremely intuitive, and you can read people like a book; they can't lie or keep secrets from you, you'll surely find out. you're pretty charismatic, and paired with your wise intellect it's hard not to agree with your ideas. you're basically a leader, a very demanding one. you have high standards regarding everything: clothes, food, goals, people... you're always striving for the best, you don't want to settle down. on the other hand, even though it may take you a while to find someone worthy of your affection, once that someone shows up you'll stay with them forever. you're deeply loyal, and also caring in your own way. that's because you value feelings, you can easily smell when someone isn't trustworthy. you're probably very protective of your friends and loved ones in general, sometimes even too much.

🌙 moon in cancer, 15° / 2nd decan ruled by the moon and pluto

with your moon in cancer, your privacy and security are the centre of your life. you need to be and feel emotionally stable to fully take advantage of all of your skills; for example, if you argue with a loved one of yours, especially if it's someone from your family, you could get very unmotivated to do anything. you need to feel complete to function correctly, and when you can't, you rely on material goods; e.g you may overeat, buy a lot of useless things out of stress, drink... anything that apparently helps you to cope. on the other hand, you're very affectionate, even clingy at times, but your feelings are very pure. because of that, you may also be extremely sensitive, you could be afriad of others' judgment for example. you have a very acute maternal/nurturing istinct, you're most likely the mom friend of your group. it comes natural to you to take care of others and nurture them, you'd definitely make an amazing parent. the problem with this trait is that you may sometimes take the blame for something just to protect others, you could often say white lies to help your loved ones. you just want to do something beneficial for others, you're extremely generous, but don't forget that you should take care of yourself first. also, since you feel the need to help others, you may often bottle up your emotions without anyone that is willing to help you work out your problems. make sure to always have some private space in your day-to-day life, it is extremely essential for you to develop your own ideas and also to understand what to do for your personal growth.

cancer moon square libra mars: your feelings are very intense. you may tend to react aggressively, or at least overreact. you feel the constant need to express your emotions, but you also want to be understood by others. you tend to be aggressive because you're actually afraid that others may be the first ones to hurt you. you don't really do it with malice, it's your way to defend yourself from eventual enemies. this placement also indicates that your childhood / family life was or will be quite turbulent. to cope with this placement, I'd suggest you to be a little bit more mechanic when you express your feelings. you don't have to hide them, just try not to vent all your anger around.

🗣️ mercury in sagittarius, 14° / 2nd decan ruled by jupiter and mars

you say things impulsively, you're bluntly honest, and this could often hurt people around you. in addition, you like having the last word, despite being proven wrong sometimes. you have a knack for wisdom, you love being and looking smart. you're the type to spend the whole day reading and analyzing philosophical quotes and then make them your own, applying them to your life. you want to be and feel experienced, hence you may inform yourself about a variety of topics just for the sake of knowing them, perhaps you're not even that much interested in them. you could go from talking about politics to astrology, your mind is quite messy but still very full. you may possibly have a youthful voice, and sometimes you can speak in a loud volume without even realizing it. you may also exaggerate your words a lot, for example you might have got a single scratch on your cheek and call it a gash. you could possibly also be the type to joke over your own feelings, and then obviously get mad at others when they do the same with you.

sagittarius mercury conjunct sagittarius pluto: you're extremely blunt and straight-forward, you may actually hurt people with your words. you probably lack diplomacy, and you're very realistic. the thing is, you speak the truth, but not everyone can accept it. that's why your behaviour is so controversial. you speak fluent sarcasm, and that could annoy people who don't understand your sense of humor. you're probably good at lying, and even manipulating people. you may often make others change their mind just with your own words, but be careful not to use this skill to hurt others, or you'll only experience a sense of guilt and overall the bad sides of it. on the other hand, you're an extremely captivating speaker, you'd be successful at anything that involves the use of words and voice. you're truly intuitive, and it's easy for you to understand when someone is being honest or is lying to you. last but not least, you're very secretive as well. you're probably the type to know everything and anything about others, while you remain a mystery.

❤️ venus in aquarius, 5° / 1st decan ruled by uranus

when it comes to love, you actually step out of your comfort-zone! aquarius is unpredictable; that is, you're not into clichés. sure, you need a loyal partner who's stable both emotionally and financially, but at the same time they must have something unique about them. you're not the type to fall for the first guy you see down the street. in addition to that, you're not into the typical, cheesy romantic stuff. you want your partner to be a friend, not only a boyfriend/husband. you want to feel able to talk and vent to them, just like you'd do with a friend, but also someone that is willing to stay with you through thick and thin. you hardly fall in love at first sight, and you act quite casually around your crushes. in fact, most of the times you come off as so detached that you hardly look like you're interested in someone. people could get intimidated from you because of that, in fact sometimes you just wish you could be the one taking the lead and ask others out, and maybe you do. also, you need a partner that can stimulate you mentally. you can't stand a boring relationship with no amusement and excitement, you want someone that can constantly surprise you in some way. in fact, you'd probably choose brains over looks. last but no least, you hate feeling committed. that doesn't mean that you're unloyal, not at all. but you can't be with someone possessive that wants to take control of your life, it would be the death of you. you're able to stand up on your own.

aquarius venus conjunct aquarius neptune: this placement balances your strict, detached aquarius venus combined with your materialistic earth energy, giving you a place in your heart for romance. you probably dream of a love like those you hear about in fairytales; you're not only looking for a partner, you literally want a princess/prince, who's willing to give their all to you. you find yourself daydreaming often about love, and it may also be your source of inspiration for creativity and art in general. probably, you may idealize people too much; that is, you may create a version of others that only exists in your head. hence, once you get to know someone better, they turn out to be the exact opposite of what you thought. this causes you to be sort of naive when it comes to relationships, so pay extra attention to this problem now that you're aware of it.

☄️ mars in libra, 23° / 3rd decan ruled by venus and mercury

there’s this stereotype that libra mars people are passive-aggressive. it may be true, but only partially. in fact, you try to avoid conflicts exclusively when you’re in public, or maybe with someone you don’t know well. in that case, you can eventually try to avoid the problem. with people you’re close to, you’re pretty much the opposite. you may say the worst things that you probably don’t even mean, you may even have the istinct to throw hands. you’re driven by a strong sense of justice, and you probably were the class’ snitch during daycare/primary school. you also strive for equality, hence you may get very defensive when it comes to proving your innocence, or just really anyone’s. overall, you’re a fair person with strong morals, who acts based on the situation you’re in.

🏡 houses

your 1st house is in capricorn. neptune, venus and uranus are also sitting there. with your first house in capricorn, you care a lot about your status and about your goals. you always give the best of yourself, and you want to be acknowledged and praised for your achievements. it helps boosting your self-esteem, even though you may have the tendency to think that the compliments you receive aren’t honest. capricorn is ruled by saturn, the planet of karma, therefore you most likely need to work hard to get what you desire. you don't receive anything for granted, you could even feel unlucky in a certain sense as you have quite a bit of undealt karma to you, but for sure your hard work (which you certainly don't lack) will pay off. you’re very electric and noticeable, you probably appear as someone quite edgy too. it’s hard for you to blend into society, and hence you may end up not having many close friends, especially during your early years. in fact, you may find yourself befriending people with your same interests, it’s very important for you. you may have frequent mood swings, and you could get nervous quite easily. due to neptune in this house, you appear as a very genuine and honest person. you have a reassuring aura about you, which could attract people to you. in fact, you seem and sound like a healer, hence broken people may find comfort in you. you’re an hopeless romantic, and this may make you look sort of naive, almost childlike. you feel the need to revolution the world, there’s an hidden rebel in you that needs change and justice. yet, you struggle to take action. it’s like your assertiveness is stuck deep inside of you, and you can’t take it out. hence, you cope with this through escapism; you may oversleep, overwork, drink, daydream, do drugs… anything that allows your mind to travel away from your sense of justice.

your 2nd house is in aquarius. your relationship with money isn’t stable at all. you may often go from periods where you earn a lot of money and possessions, to other times where you lose all of them all of a sudden. same thing goes for your self-esteem, it fluctuates a lot. you find beauty and aesthetic in material things; you most probably love clothes, art, music… anything that isn’t exactly a priority in life, but that allows you to express your personal taste, which is very refined. this placement makes you very creative, and hence you could make money out of your creativity. it would be a great way to find a job and become successful, but also to increase your security and confidence. you could even be a very innovative person, and with your capricorn rising you would make an excellent leader / boss. you could also make money through internet or with technology in general.

your 3rd house is in pisces. when it comes to speech, you’re most likely more introspective. you may not be much talkative, and most of the time you keep your ideas and thoughts to yourself, but actually it's hard for you to hide them. you may be secretive, but you're easy to read. you learn the best when you’re close to creativity or imagination, you’re very intuitive and hence it's easier for you to learn new topics. while you're very empathetic and you're able to properly convey your thoughts and feelings in your speech, you may also come off as sensitive or even insecure. you may have a quiet voice, and hence you could come off as shy. on the other hand, you may have the tendency to lie, or just being confusing in any way. you may not always express what you want crystal clear, as you want to able to modify the story just in case you encounter some hardships. also, you never truly express your feelings, probably out of fear. probably, the way you elaborate your thoughts is also influenced by your family and the impact they had on you. you’re always vague, and you keep your private matters for yourself. pisces is a mutable sign, so you may also find yourself changing ideas often, your mind wanders from one thought to another.

your 4th house is in aries. saturn is also sitting in this house. while outside you may appear as very polite, when you feel comfortable you actually become way more fiery. you’re very impulsive in your home environment, you could have been some sort of warrior in your childhood. maybe you used to argue a lot with your parents, perhaps because they were too overprotective. your parents could have been very hard-working and focused on work, possibly wealthy too. they were very responsible and cared a lot about you, they always made sure you had everything you needed, even though they could have been slightly absent from time to time due to their jobs. people with saturnian influence in the 4th house usually find something missing in their childhood, they had to deal with responsibilities from a young age. it could even be that you started working when you were still a teen.

your 5th house is in taurus. jupiter is also sitting in this house. you are a very creative, artistic person. you’re able to relax by watching netflix, eating, writing, painting… anything that can be done at home. you’re not the type to hang out too often or party all night, you’re more of a homebody. you could also love sleeping in, just being able to stay in bed all day wearing comfy clothes is a vacation for you. you always try to be at your best state, and you want those who surround you to be perfect too. it's hard for you to fall for someone, as you take everything in consideration: personality, physical appearance, fashion sense... it may look like it is too much, but once you find the right one that truly satisfies your standards, you're in for a long ride. with jupiter here, you may also gain fortune from a hobby or a creative hobby. for example, you may earn fame from a hobby or even turn it into a job.

your 6th house is in gemini. your moon is also sitting in this house. in your daily routine, especially at work, you have to communicate a lot. you come in contact with lots of people, or maybe you write stuff like blogs or books. generally, you have a very hectic schedule, as you have different hobbies and appointments that you can’t abandon. this placement indicates that you may be prone to overwork yourself, as you put a lot energy in your job. your ideal career has to include something that allows you to express your personal taste, ideas and interests. in this way, it won’t feel too heavy to you, and you’ll find pleasure in working. you want to have everything under control, you can't bear not being organized. you most probably write down your appointments and stuff on an agenda, or perhaps even in the notes app of your phone. you're extremely precise, you want everything to be perfect. you probably care a lot about your appearance; you most likely have a skincare routine, workout... just anything that makes you feel healthy. you love taking care of yourself, especially of your hygiene. you also put a lot of effort in your outfits, you fear not being at your best state. you're a perfectionist, after all. this also projects in your home environment; you may clean your house thoroughly, it's most likely all neat. in addition, this mania of yours of being perfect makes you have high standards; in fact, you need people in your life that try as much as you do. you despise lazy people. you probably have a reputation for always being calm and elegant, as you try to avoid conflicts as much as possible. you're very smart and insightful, and you strive for perfection; you want to prove your power to yourself, as it helps you boosting your self-esteem. in fact, it depends a lot on your achievements; if you don't meet your expectations, you start going through a hard time of insecurity and struggles.

your 7th house is in cancer. in marriage, you’re looking for an affectionate and caring partner who’s willing to nurture you. you’re also the type to like younger people to nurture by yourself, you want to be the one in charge, the leader, even when it comes to relationships. you’re looking for someone you feel at home with, someone that is worth calling ‘family’. you need to feel emotionally secure with your future spouse, almost a soulmate-like relationship. in addition, I assume that you also want to feel financially secure, and you wouldn’t mind being spoiled with gifts and just affection in general. this placement makes you very patient with other people, you could be the type to give other possibilities to others for example. you always try to be nice and gentle with your words, you don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.

your 8th house is in leo. you have the potential to become a very successful individual, with a great amount of charisma. yet, since the 8th house is related to pluto, the malefic planet of transformation, there are some hardships to this placement. in fact, you may have the tendency to look down on people that aren’t as open-minded as you are. I have the same placement, so I understand that it’s not easy at all, but you should learn to accept respectful people’s opinions. if you do that, you’ll finally be able to glow brightly. you’re very curious when it comes to taboo topics, you like learning about them. you’re probably into conspiracy theories, as well as matters like astrology, tarots, horror, tragedies, mystery... you can use them to transform yourself and grow up, so you could definitely use this birth chart reading to improve yourself. 8th house is also the house of karma, and yours is kind of strange. you may often feel like you’re right about something, e.g the sky is blue. you’re very proud of your observation, but then it turns out to be different. it’s like the universe is constantly teaching you new things. luckily, this is something that gets better with time.

your 9th house is in virgo, with also your mars placed there. at school you were a very diligent student; you were practical, precise and organized, you enjoyed studying at being the best in class. yet, you could be quite bossy at times, as you could come off as a bit too arrogant but you're just very dedicated. on the other hand, you're also very intelligent and open-minded above all, you could feel particularly drawn to foreign cultures and languages and you could be naturally skilled. you may also get to travel a lot or even move abroad at a certain point in your life, you're definitely a citizen of the world and you hardly ever have prejudices. you say things impulsively, you're bluntly honest, and this could often hurt people around you. in addition, you like having the last word, despite being proven wrong sometimes. you have a knack for wisdom, you love being and looking smart. you're the type to spend the whole day reading and analyzing philosophical quotes and then make them your own, applying them to your life. you want to be and feel experienced, hence you may inform yourself about a variety of topics just for the sake of knowing them, perhaps you're not even that much interested in them. you could go from talking about politics to astrology, your mind is quite messy but still very full.

your 10th house is in libra. you have an eye for aesthetics, and you want to have a reputation for looking classy and mannered. basically a lady, but that knows how to stand up for herself. in your ideal career you need something that makes you express your need for beauty, possibly even justice. you may have a passion for poetry and literature in general, or maybe you could be particularly skilled at fashion. you have a natural talent to match colours with undertones, body shapes, vibes etc., and you could make this particular ability of yours a job. you’re also a charismatic, strong-willed speaker, hence you could also do well as a lawyer, a politician, an activist etc. you could become a writer, a singer, an actress, as well as a musician, a cook… anything that allows you to express your creativity while also communicating something is suitable for you. you feel the need to pursue a meaningful career in your life, you want to feel emotionally connected to it. you don’t only want something that allows you to earn money, you also want to gain wisdom and maturity from a job, and hence you could even be a bit picky in choosing your future career.

your 11th house is in scorpio. pluto, mercury and the sun are also sitting in this house. you are extremely picky with your friends. you have trust issues, probably caused by your karmic issues again, that make you secretive around your friends. you may close yourself in your shell, or maybe you actually know a lot of people, yet you only consider a few of them your friends. most of the time, you may also befriend people that try to take advantage of you, people may betray you often. or perhaps, since there’s a possibility that you understand that, you could be the one who leads the group and acts quite bossy. this is something that gets naturally better with time; actually, your friends will be of great help for you to grow up. you may have big dreams for your future, yet you may feel intimidated as they’re very intense, and hence hard to make come true. you need to pay your karmic debts in order to finally feel comfortable with others and have the motivation to achieve your long-term goals. even though you may face some insecurities, you’re typically a strong-minded person. you strive for independence, as you focus your existence on your witty intellect. you have the ability to achieve great things, as your mind is literally revolutionary, even though you may struggle to make those projects concrete. a downside to this placement is that you may not give enough importance to your words; you’re brutally honest, and you may often hurt someone with your thoughts. even though you may appreciate it, as you don’t like it when people aren’t straight-forward, you probably don’t realize the effect your words can have on others. you’re also quite stubborn, and you take particular pride about your ideals. you may feel offended when people disagree with you.

your 12th house is in sagittarius. you're particularly interested in religion and higher beliefs, hence meditation would be effective for you. yet, you need to get enough sleep, or you could not be able to fully embrace the spirituality of this placement. you may also be able to have prophetic dreams, or at least they have a strong moral beyond them. possibly, you could make lots of good dreams, you hardly ever have nightmares. perhaps, your dreams could bring you luck; for instance, you may dream about the winning numbers of the lottery, or maybe they may warn you about certain people or events in your life that could harm, you are strongly connected to your higher self.

❤️ love life, soulmates

in love you attract cancer, taurus, leo, virgo, gemini and scorpio. your future spouse will most probably have cancer, aquarius and scorpio placements, hence they’ll be very hard-working, intelligent and witty, but also very sensitive and a bit moody. it may be love at first sight, and you may find them very attractive. you could meet them in a crowded place, hence at a party, at a concert, at the mall, etc. or also at an event of any kind. your children will be heavy in virgo, pisces, sagittarius and gemini placements, hence they’ll be very smart and slightly arrogant too, they'll probably love being knowledgeable and they will like studying or researching. yet, they could be a bit too stubborn and sometimes materialistic.

👶🏻 family life

your mother is a very fiery person, with a short-temper. she could have sometimes even been quite violent with you during your childhood, and she might have a bit of a childish behaviour. deep down, she’s actually kind of insecure with her role as a mother. she may have aries, libra or scorpio placements in her chart, as well as cancer or taurus. your father, on the other hand, is more submissive. he’s a peaceful person, even though he most probably has a passive-aggressive behaviour. you could actually have a better relationship with him rather than with your mother, or at least he understands your needs better. he may have libra or scorpio, as well as leo or taurus in his chart. if you have siblings, they most probably have pisces, capricorn or aquarius placements in their chart. you have a great relationship with them, even though it could have been a while for you to get along. overall, your relationship with them was peaceful.

📊 career

you could do well at a variety of jobs to be honest! with your gemini in the 6th house you could actually work in different fields before sticking to one career, hence you’re pretty experienced. I certainly see you being successful in your career, you will most likely work alone and you'll most likely be a boss. you're very hard-working, so I can see you having your own business for example. otherwise, you may also do well in an aesthetic field, you probably have great creative talent. you may be an artist, a creative director, a screenwriter, a writer, a singer, a musician... or even more practical jobs like lawyer, judge, possibly also a therapist or psychologist. in particular, I can see you doing well in a job where you get to interact with people; you would make a great nurse, for example. you may also work in a field related to fashion and the arts in general. my advice is to pick the career that makes you feel more emotionally fulfilled, as your success is highly influenced by how you feel. if you're not satisfied with your job, you're automatically going to underwork and feel stressed.

👗 fashion sense, style analysis

you probably have a very particular style. it probably describes who you are. you may be into traditional pieces of clothing that are always a must: cardigans, blazers, plain t-shirts, jeans etc. you probably wear natural shades of colours, hence white, beige, grey etc. or maybe also pastel colors. you may also be into retro fashion trends, especially 70s/80s. you don't like following fashion trends, you prefer making your own.

👁️ past life, life purpose

in your past life, you were a very spiritual individual. you were close to your higher self, and you probably were able to talk to ghosts, you used to interpret your dreams and you most likely were also interested in astrology and other occult matters. in this lifetime, you need to put your spirituality aside for a while, and focus on finding out your identity here on the earth. you can still use spirituality to find out, but your priority is learning your karmic lessons regarding your self-esteem and work. you’ll finally be able to reach happiness and fulfill your soul when you start having an organized schedule, which allows you to balance both your hobbies and work.

🤔 major transits analysis / march 13

mars is currently transiting your gemini 6th house, giving you more motivation in your daily life. this is the best period to dedicate yourself to a certain routine, such as a diet, a skincare routine or a workout routine, as thanks to mars they are most likely going to be successful. however, be careful to also nurture your hobbies and your personal needs, do not overwork yourself or you're going to burnout.

🧿 manifest what you want, secret skills

you’re very in contact with your spirituality, making you more sensitive to higher affirmations. you have the ability to visualize what you want. that’s the key to activate the loa: travel with your fantasy, and visualize what you desire. do you want a new car? imagine yourself doing road-trips on that car. a new phone? visualize yourself making calls with that phone. you can even literally create a story involving those topics and it will come true. you can also help yourself by writing and listening to your own affirmations, maybe covered up by some music. in this way, you'll develop a more optimistic mindset and you'll be able to attract more positivity in your life. you just have to believe in your power!

this is the end! thank you again for booking a reading, hope it resonated with you :)

- libramc xx

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Spideress part 1

The spideress crawled from an alcove after being born again. She looked in the Attic and things looked more favorable for her in this life. Two young, undeveloped prey, a boy and a girl, lacked the muscle and fighting ability to put her in danger.

They were isolated, talking about things that weren't allowed, hiding from their living halls. She crawled over the dark inset walls, looking for a good angle. She shot directly into a mouth from her hands so yelling couldn't alert someone on the floors nearby. Then she hit the inner cheek of another. She slingshot herself towards them and they stumbled grunting, startled and fearful. She moved quickly and grabbed the head of the second one, pulling it back and shooting directly down the throat. Her web spray changed and she filled up the cheeks with voluminous web. They moaned and cried, getting quieter. They were so weak she could simply hold their arms and they didn't try to fight.

Her spray changed again and thick, fibrous web was built over their mouths to wall them up. They were very quiet and their eyes dulled as resistance became difficult for them. She wound their hands and secured them to the ceiling, cocooning their lower bodies tightly. She scraped up wood shavings and disguised the bottoms to be difficult to notice. Nestled in the platform formed between them, she fed on the energy of their spirits over time as her poisons flowed through their systems to make the pair completely inert and helpless.

The boy's head shifted, faded eyes moving. "Mmmm" "shhhh my sweet," the spider replied, "such lovely energies in your life, better inside me and becoming more firmly mummified. I can get stronger and more capable, you stay here as my slave prey." The girl's eyes were almost white and they seeped out tears. "Shhh, the energies you were preparing for yourself would be wasted, better for me… mummifying you into your helplessness, sweet to see it preserved and consuming you" The pair stiffened and became still as their spirit was used as nourishment, becoming absorbed into their bound state, forgetting their desires, only knowing their restriction and dim sights. Their breathing became the most lively thing about them, and the spider became excited to see them suck in air, yearning for what they lost. Months had passed, and they were calm and still, untroubled, muzzles of webs silencing their mouths, nothing was left in them. They looked at each other and were absorbed in each other's enwrapped faces.

The spider used her new ability of weaving thread like steel to bind their limbs so they could not wear away the cocoons and break free. She also used her enhanced camouflage abilities to disguise their area so no one would be able to find it without serious effort. It was better for her as a creature to keep them like this, silent empty captives, so they could not be recovered and cause the trouble for her she feared.

She left the attic of the training school and felt brave to go through the forest and find new sites to create a human nest, but quickly ran into a ranger guardsman armed with a short bow and short sword. But with her vivid feeding she evaded him and quickly bound up his arms, sticking them to the ground fifteen feet ahead. He pulled, and she sprayed up his feet connecting to the hand/weapon bundles. Web piled into his face and she moved on. He didn't suffocate right away, but with his attempts to stretch for air he felt more desperate to live. He needed to get out of the bindings but they were stuck so firm to his limbs and face.

–

A soft girl ran through the short halls, making her way to the far bedroom. It was opened and the woman inside saw her daughter race in with smooth web over her mouth and nose. They embraced and the girl groaned and cried. Web sheets wrapped around them and the spideress shot web inside the mother's mouth, filling it up. Mom yelled as her cheeks bulged, and strands wound around their figures. They became immobilized, poisoned, emptily staring at each other. Binding together with steel thread. She pulled muzzles over their faces and wrapped their heads. "Smooth and still human beauty... I hope to have a daughter too"

Then the spider turned towards the girl who was the daughter's unlucky friend, thrashing with her hands and feet stuck and her mouth and nose sealed with web, groaning with intense frustration as she was bound with the steely strands. "I think I will make you my friend during this nesting time!" She lifted her from lying on her belly with a thick strand and injected different poisons from thin fangs. She would be bound with enough to keep her helpless and molded to live daily life with the spideress calmly. She hung her up and went about camouflaging the rooms so the silent nest would not be found.

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only-lonely-lovers · 9 months

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08.05.2022

tags: intercrural, rough sex

notes: there's a bit of a silly prelude, then devolves into a more severe AmaTsuka scene. this is PART 1, the rest continues in PART 2.

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ

つ：my little background visual in my brain is. amane fucking tsukasa's thighs. i wasn't even trying to… imagine this. i was just incidentally mentioning it as a concept while trying to make my point earlier…. but since then its been like. oh… wait…. i… didn't think about this…. yet…..

あ：……… the. how serendipitous. this is literally where i've been at today What positions………

つ：falling asleep I'm like ah….. [envisions it]…… hmmnrnr tsukasa on his back w legs up…. playfully. escalating to sortof pushing knees to his chest and fucking downwards…..

あ：what the hell literally this is the same as my mental image… I doodled tsukasa in kimono only the other day and i was like mrahhg………..

つ：starting with the distance of legs up…. sortof kept at bay… held by, calf, or ankle, or something… maybe a hand lower to stabilize. but eventually wanting to rut harder… and if its against his chest, cock can also contact like, stomach area… as well it would then mean he will come right against his kimono front…. which is such a visual. only when tsukasa unfolds like a chair will it be like…. ah came all over, his stomach+thighs. arugurghg

well. I'm glad I cursed us both. in my attempting to vent about things. I remembered thigh fuck exists.

あ：[my brain steaming like fish since remembering it as an option]

つ：its a good way to feel like…. someone is just being used.

あ：I still be thinking about this drawing

It's one of those. like. urghhhh. I'm thinking about ittttt

つ：temptressssssss you create a situation where nene and tsukasa could both be on back legs up thighs exposed to torment amane💢

あ：make a guy SO angry like ough. fuhrhgjkflds dh!! F!!!!!!!!!!

つ：tsukasa is like hey nene do this with me watch like this

あ：this will be fun. tehe ❤️

つ：amane: ohhhh i'm so mad. about you tsukasa… i'm going to fuck my girlfriend and NOT you so i wont be so mad i'll just-- i'll just come so much from her, PUSSY, thank you [spongebob voice] I don't need otherwise

あ：THESE ARE NOT THE SAME THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but like the humor that amane cannot fathom in fucking nene soooo hard in situations like this like make her pussy bleed To her its just like jesus

つ：ah no. the. it like bleeds into her. its like she absorbs the tsukasa fuck spiritually she has to take both. i'm sorry girl. he really should space these things out. tsukasa simply eats the energy from the air like a filter feeder. absorbs the excess stink

あ：[grabs her throat as a result of this all] moouuu yamete kudasai. PLEASE JUST HAVE SEX WITH YOUR BROTHER AS WELL like the sex is good my love but doesnt it seem like …. you could just have sex with both of us

つ：as a result of this you've harmed nene enough she can't fuck you for days after. tore something

now what. we'll. just play. cards. [everyone just sitting around for 3 days playing cards]

あ：i think sometimes its like, nene has a bruised and sore throat and torn pussy and is limping [cards shuffling in the silence] again aoi is like: honey. get help

つ：like hanako-kun i can't go home like this multiple days in a row…. we have to take a break….! ok…. for real

あ：I can't risk my parents seeing this… UNDERSTAND!! the idea of tsukasa just kind of silent through this all like not even saying anything. but like :)

つ：cards is fun (: wouhhh i won!

あ：n_n

つ：nene can't sit right. hisses if her ass contacts the floor.

あ：stuck like this all day

i was just staring at this animation earlier. but delighting in nene being trapped with this

つ：a useful visual

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あ：sometimes i think about hanako hunting down tsukasa in the middle of the night in the school like a serial killer

つ：kl;jfkdl;gfl

あ：idk how else to describe it

つ：i will find you cursor. and i will eat you

あ：but yeah i think of hanako sometimes having to like. hunt down tsukasa. this thing where, like, by tsukasa respecting your space and not. being around you 24/7. means you do have to like go find him. our joudais bumping into each other or something

つ：ah its so funny for tsukasa to have laid bait out days ago…..

あ：

and then when i do i look like this

つ：what i'm gonna do to you i don't want nene around to see.

あ：mm…. yeah. she shouldnt see or hear this one

つ：thats when you know its gonna be (?) good (?)

あ：there are some things even tsukasa doesnt know❤️ anything could happen

つ：he just starts something. you never know. I'm sure sometimes it fizzles off. there is a more subdued version of this all where hanako really just nurses his ego for days and cuddles nene excessively and is sad he hurt her. and then there's versions its like 💢 why'd you…. why

wincing to see nene wince…. frustrated with. himself. remembering his own being rough with her… maybe taking a day to apologize to her… just. sorry….. I don't want to treat you like that…………………………..I'll work on it…. she's very pitying of him.

but what he means by work on it is like. fine. I'll release the demon, away from her, … sometimes. … I can't let it build up to this… level…..

あ：I think sometimes it can genuinely feel… mmm triggery, trigger-lite, stomach twisting in having let feelings reach such a state. Truly at war with own sadist brain, I think it feels so good in the moment that it's difficult to observe the aftermath, again that feeling of 'what's wrong with me…' my delicate, alive, human girlfriend, why am I not more careful with her and mindful of her whole life. She's not like us crazy supernaturals rghhh… like I could for real damage her spine or something if I was careless. stupid. [bonk]

Some days, feeling like, "it's happening again." i'm watching everything line-up for it to happen again. Oh but in that case I think it's even more like… [wants to shake tsukasa like a ragdoll] hey. fucking…. watch it

つ：it is painful to reflect on enjoying and indulging self…. you look back on it and. you ARE. being selfish. Nene is foolish and patient…. too much so. you can't let her get away with putting herself in this position all the time…..

I think she DOES enjoy getting to 'access' that intensity, feeling like it's not 'exclusive'….. but she's also simply a human girl. its relieving it isn't only 'for tsukasa'…. b. but. my bones

あ：the price to pay is her bone health

つ：i always think of amane as refusing to do anything solo with tsukasa…. for a long time. like it's dangerous…. unwilling to be, alone with tsukasa, basically. it feels taboo as it is, in canon. its why i'm so curious about the liminal space of tsukasa poofing nene away and being there for even just a minute….

it feels like. he can't stick around. you know. as it is…. even in the threeway, I imagine the 'norm' is that tsukasa can show up during school hours, while nene is there, play around, and disappear when she does, leaving hanako alone. we aren't roommates. i go to my room❤️

seeking him out like a serial killer feels like hmmmmmmmmmm…..? a new event…. [feels like a kid in trouble…. 💔]

あ：Exactly, yeah, as I see it, Tsukasa is like <3 I will be in my roost… In most circumstance, i even imagine the very inception of it all has to be that Nene herself pursued drawing out Tsukasa and was the catalyst for more -- on his own, he's very good boy, stays in hiding in the broadcast room. Shh…..

In a way I think it would be a hack for Nene specifically to want to see Tsukasa, who himself would see no reason to deny her that. She's like his tether to this situation, Nene wants me here and Amane allows me here. hehueue

I do think it's like highly forbidden to be alone together, especially after school hours, even. like, platonically. which is why I really enjoy the vibes, whether it's them on the roof talking quietly or something like. Hanako menacingly drifting down the halls

It's… a Hanako submitting that he is about to do something crazy and he is walking towards something bad. Losing my mind doing something bad to myself etc

つ：a scant platonic moment on a roof, or something, extremely rare events… tsukasa would possibly observe amane wandering the halls at a distance. heke….? ooohh what's he looking fooooor….? [for a while a looney tunes bit]

[amane rummaging floating about looking around corners and tsukasa a few paces behind him around other corners like o.o] wow, he's really adament…! must be important

あ：He has this serious air about him…..

つ：I can't sit anywhere, he'll totally run into me and get mad. if i were stationary he would have run into me naturally… is he not realizing that?

あ：Supernatural loose in the school…?

つ：IS there something… i should look for something too ig maybe a thing…. a bugge

あ：[gets horny thinking about amane pausing and just saying, aloud: tsukasa.]

つ：yyheeaaaahhh i also. thought of th. the moment he even under his breath…. is like… uugh… sigh… tsukasa…… its like ‼️

あ：bring him to me.

つ：IT WAS ME????????????⁉️ why does he want to find me? naruhodo…. except not at all!

あ：the tsukasa with 0 memories

つ：well that explains why this is a never-ending goosechase. is it really for me, though…..❔ whai…. hmm… i guess i should let him find me…. maybe….. ……………………………………………………………… maybe i should wait to hear him say it again👉👈 just one more time…!

あ：this is what it feels like to be like . ugh. beckons my brother to rape him

つ：ah. he

gets gooooosebumps hearing Amane call his name a little louder… ah but it clearly comes out of him like pulling teeth… amane thinking, you better… show up…. before i lose all interest. ugh. i'm second-guessing, you know….

あ：Longer, more drawn out sigh. hands hooked behind back, working wrist

Like… come on. It can't be that I sank this low AND I'm going to get rejected. Get cold feet. I won't look at you for a month straight if you do this to me. I'll create a salt circle around the bathroom.

[thinking all of this…. tightens jaw.] [growls.] Tsuu. Kasa. [muttering] last chance.

つ：ah poor Tsukasa… would-- feel like-- he can't-- actually jump out at amane, or something, that would ruin this, he'll get mad.. reduced a bit to 4 year old brain. a little panicked like ahouuh wait how do i do it [executive dysfunction] h-how do i let him find me but not surprise him… UHM…-- I KNOW--- [PRETENDS TO FALL OVER IN THE DISTANCE AND CLATTERS DESKS ALL AROUND]

its so like if i run and tackle him he wont like that, and, he may stop looking soon, but i cant go and put myself into his line of sight,,, i need him to find me organically,, i need to pretend ive been, busy, ouuauahhh

funny to put amane in a situation anyway to have to like RUN TOWARDS jump out of bed.

あ：Yes fhdhgh… the funny thing is, for all of Tsukasa's overthinking, i don't think. Amane is thinking about it at all, it's like, [sees the flourish of hakama] [blood in the water style] [i fucking come at you]

(~link to PART 2 down here for convenience~)

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