#had the news on in the background and hearing this made me spit out my fanta

[bamsara]

This is a real broadcast they are doing. Calling men 'babygirl' has stumped them

[webslingingslasher]

imagining frat!peter trying to last longer during sex so he starts to actually watch friends and forgets he’s literally inside y/n and she notices and just goes “…peter?”

the below contains smutty content.

usually there was music playing downstairs and while it was muffled it still filled the room, making it easier for you to confidently whimper and moan like peter loves.

tonight, you had snuck in around two in the morning, (peter’s pissed you didn’t tell him until you called him and told him to open the door cause it was two fucking am and you walked alone) because you were a new kind of desperate, foaming at the mouth with urgency horny. hornier than you’ve ever been in your entire life, obviously, because it made you get out of bed and walk across campus.

“for the love of christ do not tell me you walked here,” was the first thing he told you. your response was giving a sheepish smile and looking down to your feet, your pajama pants wet around the ankles from sprinklers on the campus green.

“my pants are wet,” you pull at the fabric and blink at your boy in the doorway. he sighs, and moves to the side letting you in it’s unusually quiet, while they did whind down during the week, usually one or two people would be up, tonight everyone was in bed.

the second the front door was shut you attacked peter and wrapped your arms around his torso, clinging around his neck. bringing your knee up to tap against his hip, his hand cups under your leg and picks you up, locking your ankles around his back.

“what are you doing here?” not upset, just curious. you’ve never rushed over in the middle of the night before.

in turn you kissed him, so brash it caught him off guard but he returned it. confusion spread as you kissed around his face, thinking of the most plausible thing he makes his grip tighter, his voice soft.

“did you have a bad dream?” your blown out pupils look at his mouth, shaking your head lightly you whisper out a ‘no.’

“then what is it?” his left hand scratches softly at the back of your thigh.

“i’m really horny,” you lick your lips and look at him like, ‘okay, now do something, please?’

peter nearly chokes on his spit, you’ve never flat out asked for it. instead using other signals like licking up his neck, or taking your shirt off and bouncing your breasts at him. tonight you were aching for it, and you were his girl. and he could never leave his girl high and dry.

“and what? couldn’t solve the issue on your own?” he feels you pout into the skin of his neck after you kiss it.

“you just do it so much better, and way less work on my end.”

peter exhales through his nose as a laugh, “i think it was more work to walk all the way here,” you give him a dopey smile, “isn’t it obvious how much i like you?” there were two ways to take the sentence, to protect both parties at stake peter takes it in the ‘wildly horny’ way.

two pats on your backside and you hop down, no other words spoken, just peter extending his arm towards the staircase and gestured for you to go up.

————

it was completely silent in his room, every kiss and whimper amplifies from the walls. embarrassed to wake his brothers you have a shy smile, “do you think you can make it like… not so quiet?”

peter’s already half naked, while he pulls away and reaches for his tv remote you remove your shirt and shimmy your underwear off.

hearing the familiar ‘dun dun’ of the app you look up, one row down and one click in was his saved shows and movies. number one was friends, immediately selecting it and pressing play episode from the last time he had it on for background noise.

you chewed on your cheek as he raised the volume, your legs pulled up so your knees were tugged into your chest.

“louder?” peter spoke over his shoulder.

“a little,” he clicks it three more times, you hum, “that’s good.” he tosses the remote to his desk and turns, you spread your legs and grin at him.

he’s right where you want him, he recives the message and slithers back up the bed, his hands wrapping around your knees and hooking them behind his shoulders. peter looks over your slick and blows cold air on it, you jolt and reach out to grab a handful of his hair.

“jesus christ, you weren’t lying.”

————

third episode of friends and you can’t remember the last time you had a fulfilling breath of air.

peter’s had you withering on the bed for an hour, taking his time using every part of himself to satisfy you.

tears blister your eyes while you dig your nails into his back, your hips rising from the bed to meet his, peter’s own breath hitched as he fucked into you.

peter pulled back slowly, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as his brows furrowed. you know that look, it’s the look that says ‘no, i’m not fucking done yet.’ but you just feel so good, it’s the ‘your pussy is fucking lethal’ look.

catching sight of the TV, he thrust just as slowly as he pulled out, you hiss and pull at the back of his thighs to bring him in closer. when peter doesn’t move you try to do it for him, grinding your hips into his, but his attention is on the tv show, not the person his dick was in.

you whine and pull at his neck, when he gives you reaction you tug lightly on his dangling necklace.

“peter,” you buck your hips up and he gives a pity thrust, it’s enough to make you hum in delight, but he gives nothing else.

“peter, i need you, please?” the last word was in beg of his attention, can’t be he see how much you need him?

“shush, this is my favorite episode,” you grunt when he thrusts as deep as you can take him, while he hums watching monica and chandler kiss for the first time.

“if we switch to doggy will you please fuck me while you watch?”

a deep sigh, “if you insist.”

twenty minutes later you’re lured into sleep while posted on peter’s chest as he drags his hand up and down your naked back, melting in further when you hear him quote along with the show under his breath.

[daisynik7]

Give You Blue

Epilogue

You are my universe, my everything, my sunset. You still give me butterflies, my lullaby. You are everything I wanted.

Pairing: Eren x f!reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

cw: switching POVs (reader is second-person, Eren is third), fluff, established relationship, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl position), cunnilingus, face-riding, spit play, pet names (sweetie, honey, sweetheart, princess, good girl, baby) 

Previous Chapter

Give You Blue Masterlist | ao3

Author’s Note: Just an excuse to write a little bonus chapter about these two! Fluffy, adorable, and happily in love! Also a little smut added to the mix. Thank you everyone for reading this story all the way through the end! Love and appreciate every single one of you. What a journey this has been. Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are appreciated, as always.

It’s 11:45 PM, New Year’s Eve, fifteen minutes before the start of the new year. You leave your family gathered downstairs to head up to your room, shutting the door quietly, tapping your boyfriend’s contact on your phone screen. 

Eren answers after two rings. “Hey, cutie. Hold on.” There’s shuffling, like you’ve been temporarily put in his pocket. In the background, you hear him announce, “Mom, I’m pretty tired. Going to bed now.”

“But you’ll miss midnight!” she responds. 

You hear his dad chime in. “Let him, honey. He can make his own decisions.” There’s a hint of bitterness in his tone that even you can detect on the other end of the line.

Your boyfriend lets out a nervous chuckle, muttering a quick, “Happy New Year.” There’s more rustling, then sounds of steps going up stairs, ending with a gentle thud of a door closing. “Sweetie? You still there?” he asks, finally alone. 

“Yeah, I’m here.” You smile into the phone, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he greets back. “It’s so nice hearing your voice.”

“I feel the same way,” you reply, falling back into the mattress, gazing up at the ceiling. “How was tonight?”

“Oh, you know, the usual: My mom cooked too much food for three people and my dad has been sneaking little jabs at me. Nothing new.”

Eren officially changed his major before the end of the semester from pre-med to education, a huge weight lifted off his shoulders while a tinier one replaces it, aka his father’s overall disapproval. Dr. Jaeger stood by his word, threatening that he would no longer support his son financially once he made the switch, to which Eren has been preparing for. He has two new on-campus jobs lined up for him at the start of the new semester, along with the weekly music session at the elementary school Erwin Smith’s dad works at. The first week of winter break, he was ready to apply for a few loans to help him throughout the rest of his term. Then, to his shock, his father approached him, informing him that he will actually continue to pay for his education, on the condition that he graduates with outstanding grades and a job guaranteed. Eren’s sure it was his mother who was behind the change in heart, to which he’ll forever be grateful for. Unfortunately, this hasn’t stopped his father from making snide remarks here and there. 

You sympathize with him, saying, “I’m sorry.”

His charming grin is audible through the phone. “Don’t be. I can handle it.”

“Where’s Mikasa? And your brother?” 

“Mikasa left this morning to spend the rest of break with Jean. And Zeke had to head back to prepare for some conference, so he’s actually in your neck of the woods right now,” he answers, referring to your hometown and current location: Marley. He adds, “To be honest, I wish I was there too.”

You smile, kicking your feet, belly fluttering with butterflies. “We’ll see each other in a week. Do you really miss me that much?” you tease.

“More than anything.” 

Swallowing hard, sentimental words dancing on the tip of your tongue (I miss you too, I think about you every day), you remain silent, too shy to get them out. Instead, he continues speaking, changing the subject to talk about what his mom prepared and the new year traditions behind them. She decided to do a spread of German foods this time around: pork sausages for good luck, sauerkraut for more money, and lentil soup for even better luck. He tells you about his childhood, popping open apple cider to tip into everyone’s glasses, watching the fireworks light up the sky from a distance, igniting sparklers outside with Armin, Mikasa, and the other neighborhood kids on the street. You listen to him intently, imagining a young Eren with that same signature bright smile he dons as an adult; warm, genuine, full of light. It’s no wonder you fell for him, especially in a time of your life where you were shrouded in darkness from the fallout of your heartbreak, unsure when you’d ever see sunshine again. 

I love you. Every time you think it, you double back, convincing yourself that it’s too soon, too much in such a short amount of time. After all, it’s only been a little over a month since the two of you officially became a couple. Wouldn’t it be crazy to express such a weighted confession? 

When there’s a small pause in the conversation, finished with his stories, you start, “Eren,” ready to admit it. 

“Oh, it’s already 11:59!” he interjects, excited. “How many seconds do we have left?”

You turn on the TV, switching to a local channel that’s displaying a countdown. “Ah, ten seconds!” You watch the clock, listening to Eren announce the numbers in your ear. At three, you join in. “3…2…1…Happy New Year!”

Downstairs, you hear your family cheering, clinking flutes of champagne or cider with each other. The sound of fireworks bursting can be heard faintly through your window. On the opposite end of the line, Eren says, “Happy New Year, beautiful. Wish I could kiss you right now.”

You smile. “Me too.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to join your family downstairs?” he asks.

“Positive. I want to start the new year with you.”

He laughs softly. “Me too. And you know what? For the first time in a long time, I’m actually excited about the new year. I used to dread going back, always so anxious about my new classes. All the tests and projects I had to work on during the semester. Even interacting with my classmates because it was always so competitive. Now, my new curriculum sounds interesting, and I feel good about my cohort. I just know this year is going to be a great one.” He pauses, choosing his next statement carefully. “I’m also looking forward to us. We’ve got all the time in the world now. I can’t wait to create so many more memories with you.”

Your heart beats faster, taken back by his sincerity. You decide not to confess to him tonight, not because you’re unsure, but because you mean it more. Those three words don’t seem enough to express that to him. Not yet at least. There’s no pressure to rush into anything; as he said, you’ve got all the time in the world. 

~~~

Spring semester of sophomore year starts off smoothly, especially for Eren. This is the only time during his collegiate career that he’s felt at ease. While he’s equally as diligent as he was before, he enjoys the material he’s learning, rather than stressing each passing day like he once was. Having his supportive girlfriend by his side is also a huge help, maybe the biggest of them all. He’s never been happier. 

Technically, it’s forbidden for RAs to date their residents. However, that hasn’t stopped them, often sneaking into his room to do what couples usually do. Quite frankly, neither are worried about hiding it, considering the rest of the dormitory residents are well aware of the relationship and unfazed by it. Still, whenever one of Eren’s managers visits, he’s extra diligent in keeping that information private. 

As for her situation with her ex, she has completely moved on, and seemingly so has he. Occasionally, she’ll spot Reiner walking around campus with his fraternity brothers or classmates. She and him will exchange a cordial head nod, polite wave, sometimes a reminiscent smile, but nothing more. Acknowledging each other’s presence, understanding there’s no more left to their story. A fleeting moment of reminiscence about their past life together, gone as soon as it appears. During these times, Reiner will flash a serious glance at Eren. It’s not threatening or malicious, more like a cautionary warning. He can’t blame the guy; after all, Reiner was her first love, and vice versa. Despite their relationship coming to an end, deep down, they must care for each other to some degree. Even as the new boyfriend, he can understand that, so he remains unbothered by it.

Despite his father agreeing to continue the payment of his tuition, Eren decided to work at least one part-time job this semester to supplement date nights or gifts for his girlfriend. His job is being the front desk of the school library, helping students locate resources or manage the study rooms. For the most part, his schedule is manageable. However, when the week of midterms arrives, it gets a little more complicated. The facility remains open twenty-four hours on weeks like this so students have a place to study at all times. Driven by the increased pay during the night shifts, Eren offers to work them without thinking how it’ll affect his daily routine. It’s only after the first night that he realizes he won’t be able to see his girlfriend until the week is over. With her being just as busy with group projects, there isn’t a time they have free to see each other. So, they settle for voicemails and text message spanning the next few days, which in Eren’s mind, pass by like weeks, maybe months. He misses her. 

Finally, Friday comes, and exams are over. After his last class, he heads straight for his room, knocking out for a long nap. He wakes up to gentle tapping on his door. When he answers, he’s thrilled to see her, smiling brightly at him. “Hi.”

Before he can respond with words, he launches forward, wrapping her in his arms. “I’m so happy to see you.” He buries his nose to the top of her head, inhaling that familiar scent he’s been yearning for all week long. “I missed you so much.”

She laughs, music to his ears, warming his entire soul. “I missed you too.”

He pulls her into his room, pushing the door closed by pressing her up against it with a kiss. They stay like this for a while, his hands caressing her cheeks, her fingers hooked to the waistband of his sweats, tugging ever-so-slightly towards her. They kiss each other, languid, soft, and effortless, like this is exactly where they’re meant to be. He’s been deprived too long without her. He won’t waste another second. 

She pulls away, leaning back to look at him. “Are you hungry? Do you want to get dinner now?”

He smirks, mouth grazing her ear. “I am hungry, but for something else.” One hand trails down to her hip, squeezing. “I’ve been starving for you all week. Dessert first, then dinner.”

She giggles, nipping at his lower lip. “Are we calling this dessert now?” 

“Yup,” he grins. “Because it’s going to be so, so sweet.”

~~~

Within minutes, your clothes are tossed to the floor, stripped and bare in his bed, sheets twisted beneath as your lips smack noisily with each other. “Can I taste you now? Please?” Eren asks.  

You nod, rolling onto your back, spreading your legs for him. He shakes his head, hoisting you over him. “Not like that. I want you to ride my face.”

“What?” you stammer, surprised at the suggestion. 

“Ride my face,” he repeats. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Absolutely sure. I want it so bad, baby.” The way his voice sounds needy and desperate has your pussy throbbing. Carefully, you straddle him, lowering yourself slowly. His hands slide around your thighs, gripping you. “Come on. Smother me, sweetie.” More aggressively, he shoves you to his face, tongue already out and licking at your clit. You grasp onto the headboard, rolling your hips onto his mouth, head thrown back in pleasure. His moans are muffled, vibrating into your skin with his lips puckered to your bud, sucking. 

Soon, you’re coming for him, slick gushing from your slit. He drinks it up, slurping it noisily, his hips thrusting into nothing, cock stiff against his abdomen. “Fuck, you taste so good. Think you can ride my cock now, princess?”

Still reeling from your orgasm, you whimper in response, readjusting yourself so you’re on his lap, sliding your slippery cunt along his erect shaft. He rests his head on his palms, elbows splayed, watching you. “That’s it, baby. Get it nice and creamy with your cum. You’re doing such a good job.”

The praise spurs you on, rubbing yourself on his dick until you’re ready for him, tingling all over. You sink down, cock sliding in smoothly until he bottoms out, your pussy entirely full of him. He plants his feet to the bed, thrusting into you gradually. “I know you already came, but can you give me one more, sweetie? Just one more?” It sounds like he wants to add a pretty please to the end of it, nodding his head affirmatively, looking up at you with innocent eyes while he fucks you relentlessly.

You let out a pathetic whimper, nodding along with him, totally captivated. He smiles so sweetly, the tinge of wickedness in his eyes almost goes unnoticed. Almost. Your boyfriend can be a real menace sometimes, acting tender as he man-handles you like his own personal sex doll. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh. He’s breathing heavily, exerting all the energy left in his being to give you the best fuck of your life. You bounce on his lap until your legs are spent, yielding all control to him. One hand travels up your spine and lands at the nape of your neck, caressing you, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. His tongue swirls into your mouth, pushing his thick saliva past your lips. He halts his brutal thrusts, hard cock all the way inside you, pussy throbbing around it. 

“Open up, sweetie,” he says. You’re high off his cock, too dumbed out to think rationally, so you obey his command, sticking your tongue out. He bites his lip, studying you like you’re the prized treasure he’s about to collect. He tips your head towards him, leaning in close to spit a wad of his saliva in your mouth. “Swallow.” You do, guzzling every drop of it down your throat. 

“That’s it. Such a good girl,” he coos.

“Give me more,” you groan, sticking your tongue out. 

He grins, smooching your nose. “You like it, don’t you sweetheart?” 

You nod, eyes half-lidded as he does it again, his hot, frothy spit coating the inside of your mouth. Arms coiled around his neck, you clutch onto him tightly, electricity rippling from your core throughout the rest of your body as he pumps his cock in and out of you. 

“Eren,” you whimper, nuzzling his ear. Maybe it’s the heat of the moment, or the fact that you haven’t seen him all week and you missed him so much, you’re bursting at the seams. In a breathy huff, it slips out. “I love you.”

Suddenly, he pauses, stunned by your confession. He holds your face between his palms, staring at you with a serious expression. “What did you say?”

“I love you.”

His lips part, dumbfounded and in a daze, with his dick still hard inside you. It’s not what you imagined it would be like, but in this moment, you wanted to get it off your chest. It’s been simmering within you since New Year’s, and while it’s not the most luxurious of settings, it’s intimate and special, especially with the way his eyes twinkle. “You love me?” he reiterates, clearly in disbelief.

With more confidence, you reply, “I love you, Eren.” You nuzzle your nose to his, smiling. “I love you.”

He laughs, pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you, too. I’ve loved you this whole time.”

The two of you giggle into each other’s mouths as you kiss, Eren whispering “I love you” in between. You rock your hips onto his lap, making love slowly until eventually, you come together, skin hot and dewy with sweat, hearts thumping loudly against your chests. He cradles you in his arms, peppering more soft smooches around your face, intertwining his legs with yours. A perfect fit. 

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[skellymom]

"I'M YOUR MAN"

Hunter x Jedi Fem Reader Supporting Character. SMUTTY++

Background: This one shot starts out very similar to my "Hunt and Peck" one shot. However, it's not just a Force Sensitive, but an actual Jedi. And, his Batchmates aren't in on the shenanigans. This is the VERY dirty version of "Hunt and Peck" but Hunter goes "solo".

I wanted to write a smutty fic from INSIDE Hunter's head space. We hardly ever really know what's going on in there. Well, now you do!

Word Count: 2.1K

WARNING: Male masturbation, oral sex, genital sex, spit kink, swearing kink, dirty word kink, praise kink, names of various sexual positions, bodily fluids, lots of dirty nasty sexy stuff. Lots of it. Very LEMONY content! 

The Batch finished up their latest mission, picking up a new passenger along the way.  Y/N was a Jedi hitching a ride to a planet they would be passing on the way to Kamino.  She would only be staying a few standard days on the Marauder, and the crew made sure she had a comfortable stay. 

Within two days Hunter was smitten.  He usually kept his infatuations to himself as best he could...ESPECIALLY with female Jedi.  But...well, this one was different...and difficult to ignore.  Of course, he still engaged with her politely and respectfully.  Being a Sergeant and host on this transport, he kept some distance. 

Y/N was attractive.  Not conventionally, as he wouldn’t consider himself attracted to just ANY pretty face.  But she had that...thing.  An essence?  Something that just took him out at the knees.  It was elusive... 

...and she smelled SO GOOD.  Hell, even when she was sweaty, dirty, just got woke up in the morning...heady scent of her body odor with the slightest tang of her sex... 

Hunter shifted in the pilot’s seat.  His armor codpiece felt tight.  Dammit, he NEEDED to stop getting distracted.  He was supposed to be sitting watch on the ship. 

Technically Echo was to stand this shift.  However, he was under the weather and now lying down like the rest of his brothers. 

Hunter could hear Crosshair breathing, Echo’s ticking mechanical heart, and smell Tech’s drool...as he slept face down with mouth open.  Wreckers' snores were like a power tool, until his sleep apnea kicked in. Hunter would count the seconds unconsciously holding his own breath too...until Wrecker finally inhaled. 

Hunter inhaled deeply just thinking about it... 

...until Y/N sighed in her sleep.  The sound brought his attention back to the heat and tightness in his groin.  Hunter’s cock was now becoming painful with an intense pressure against his codpiece. 

Oh STARS!  How did the other Clones deal with this???  Commander Bly following Aayla Secura around while she exposed all that beautiful blue skin.  Or Deepa Billoba with her pretty braids and deep scarlet lips... 

...then there was his first crush: Shaak Ti.  A tall stunning Togruta with her long montrals and head tails. 

DANK FERRICK!  Y/N did look at him a lot and smiled. He could sense her body reacting to him MUCH differently than his brothers.  The thrumming of her presence on his senses.  Something he guessed was her Force sensitivity.  It would tickle his nerve endings and make him shiver...in a VERY good way.  Was Y/N flirting with the Force?  Hunter wasn’t exactly sure.  Was that even ALLOWED? 

Hunter ripped the codpiece off and tossed it onto the Marauder’s dash.  His girthy engorged cock staining through his blacks...and leaving a wet spot.   

These Jedi women are going to be the death of me! 

Who was he kidding...WOMEN drove him crazy!!! 

The last thing Hunter wanted was to cause any trouble...especially with a Jedi. 

He had to take care of this situation...and put IT to “rest” ...NOW. 

Walking back to the refresher wasn’t an option.  He didn’t want to wake anyone, and he was supposed to be on watch. 

Listening again, Hunter could perceive everyone was asleep and accounted for.  He slid down comfortably in the pilot’s chair.  Noting that Tech left one of his hand rags for mechanical maintenance hanging up in the cockpit, Hunter grabbed it for clean up later. 

Looking around and listening one last time, Hunter gently rolled down his blacks and released his cock.  Its meaty girthiness sprung up at attention.  Uncut and big enough to satisfy, but not so large as to be painful.  Poor Wrecker...Hunter thought fleetingly.  So big he must hold back constantly to not injure.  Gotta be stressful.  People would give Hunter shit for being the smallest of the group.  Heh, average ain’t bad.  Especially since he exceeded at technique. 

What was the saying on Kamino?  Yeah...It’s not the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean. 

The head of his penis peeked out from the uncut foreskin.  Hunter smoothed his thumb through the large drop of precum and rubbed gentle circles on the top of his cock.  He shivered from the sensation but held back a gentle moan.  He needed to be extra quiet.  Keeping his mouth shut, Hunter also regulated his breathing. 

Next, he cupped his cock in hand and gently but firmly pulled back his foreskin.  Then he gave his shaft a few good pumps. 

... A very feminine scent wafted from the pallet Y/N was sleeping on the bunk room floor.  She must have been having a hell of a dream...as Hunter could smell her wet arousal.  To her credit, she was extremely quiet. 

The smell drove him crazy.  More precum leaked from his cock.   

Hunter closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to bury his face in Y/N’s pussy.  He inhaled her scent and pictured himself licking and sucking her clit.  How she would look from that point of view.  Staring up over her mons pubis to see her writhe and sweat.  Hair messed, face and chest flushed as he teased her to orgasm over and over again.  Screaming his name, asking for more.  

FUCK, he LOVED EATING PUSSY!  LOVED watching his lovers lose themselves in ecstasy.  Loved when they praised his talent for the job.   

And, if they wanted to be fingered while he dined, he happily obliged.  Gently of course...unless she insisted on it being rough.  He followed directions very well and kept the channels of communication open.  How many fingers?  How’s that feel?  You like how I’m fingering you?  Tell me.  I wanna hear you tell me.  Yeah...whatever you want.  I’m your man.  Mmmm...You’re so FUCKING beautiful!  

Pumping his cock, occasionally coming up to rub the leaking precum across his head and frenulum with his thumb.  The mental image fueling his desire and the tingling of his penis. 

Hunter also LOVED breasts.  Big, small, he serviced them all.  Lick them, kiss, twist, cup.  But, he wasn’t in a hurry.  No, Hunter wanted to appreciate the other parts of his lover's body and work his way there.   

Nibbling Y/N’s thighs, tender kisses on her stomach.  Women worry too much about their bellies.  Who the fuck made them feel so insecure?  Hunter wasn’t gonna get mad.  He didn’t have time for that.  Bring that belly here and let me worship it.  The asshole that made you feel bad about that part of your body isn’t here...I AM.  Look me right in the eyes.  Yeah, hold that eye contact.  Listen to me.  I’m gonna make your body SING tonight.  I wanna make you feel desirable...’cause you are.  Now, grab my hair if you feel ya gotta hold on tight!  

Pumped his wet cock a bit more... 

AND ASSES!  All sizes.  Firm and jiggly...flat and flabby... 

Fuck the guy who told you your ass wasn’t pretty.  Probably the same dipshit who razzed you about your other body parts. 

I’m here to tell ya:  Your body parts make my cock wanna give you a standing ovation.  I’ll happily kiss ANYTHING on your body, if it’ll get you off.  Even the stuff you might be worried is too nasty and dirty.  I’ll be as clean as you request or dirty as ya care to ask for. 

Hunter needed to stay on track.  All the blood was rushing to his lower extremities, making him a bit punch drunk.  His eyes were half closed with horniness. 

And he needed a bit more lubrication. Hunter leaned over his swollen member and spit on it delicately. The extra slide felt amazing. 

Oh yeah...Hunter was getting ahead of himself.  In his mind Y/N requested he kiss and suckle her breasts. In his mind, she moaned and raked at his back. Mmmmhmm...I wanna hear you. Tell me how much you like this. He moved up to lavish her neck with kisses, grinding his slippery member through her sex. The sound was loud and wet. Smells sooo good. Whispering in her ear, pressing his nose against her cheek You feel so good! FUCK...Hunter shivered, his cock twitching with anticipation. 

Are you ready for me?  Yeah?  Gonna take my time, okay?  I’m in no hurry...unless you WANT me to fuck you hard and put you away wet?  I aim to please.  So swollen and hard right now...could grab you around the legs, hoist ya up, and nail ya silly.  Missionary?  Doggie style?  Cowgirl?  Reverse Cowgirl?  Vertical or Horizonal, I’m strong enough to get ya there.  

No?  Ok.  Just give me the word.  And I’ll take it nice...and easy.  

Hunter slowed down the momentum on his cock.  Stroking gently to prolong his arousal and not cum too soon.    

What about me, you say?  Heh...REALLY enjoying my time with you.  I’m a man of variety.  Whatever you want, I’m along for...ahem...the ride.  However long it takes. 

You wanna suck my cock?  Well...chuckles...I won’t say NO to a good blow.  Just ask you tease me a bit.  He imagined the wet softness of Y/N’s mouth on his member.  Swirling her tongue over his head, shaft... 

...her hand firmly gripping his balls and he gripped them now... 

...pumping his cock...gathering momentum. 

Wanna blow my seed in your cunt, while I’m holding you.  Full body skin on skin contact while I’m inside you.  My uncut foreskin rubbing your pink jellybean clit while my cock caresses your G-spot.  Bonus if I get to taste your mouth while you moan into mine. 

Hunter lifted his pelvis off the seat, bracing his legs and abdomen...adding pressure to his core and the root of his sex.  He slid his cock back and forth through his wet hand, gritting his teeth, and sweating. 

I’ll do EVERYTHING in my power to take you over the edge ONE more time before I do.  I got the stamina to fuck, suck, and caress you all night if it’s what you request of me.  Over and over again. 

I’m YOUR MAN. 

As Hunter came, a very sudden and explosive scream erupted from the bunk room!   

Hunter let go of his scrotum and slapped a hand over his mouth to hold back his violent moans.  An intense, warm orgasm shot through his body. Hunter came SO HARD it hit the ceiling of the Marauder’s cockpit with an audible THUMP! A climax so sudden and strong, he shook and was unable to stand. 

The bunk room erupted in chaos. Wrecker had fallen off the top bunk from sheer terror. Tech started awake and flung his datapad across the room...hitting Crosshair in the head. Only Echo remained unscathed as he slipped unaided by his prosthetics from the bottom bunk to the Jedi’s pallet on the floor. 

He put his one intact arm around the Jedi. “Ma’am, are you ok?” 

She, sweating, flushed, and breathing heavily, “Oh...” stammered, “A dream.” 

“Sounded like a NIGHTMARE!” Wrecker recovered from his fall. 

The Jedi laughed nervously. 

Tech finally found his goggles amongst the bedcovers, slapped them on, and ran to the refresher. “I’ll retrieve a glass of water for our guest.” 

Crosshair rubbed the goose egg developing on his forehead. “Bring a bacta patch while you’re in there too!” 

“Where the HELL is HUNTER???” Echo thundered. 

On command Hunter slid into the bunk room. “What happened? Must have fallen asleep on watch!” 

Echo turned to Hunter “Our Guest gave us quite a scare.” He looked puzzled as Hunter NEVER fell asleep on watch. “Due to a dream.” 

Tech ran in and handed the Jedi a full canteen of water and a small towelette for her sweaty brow.  

“Thank you, Tech.” She dabbed herself and sipped from the canteen...purposely keeping her eyes averted from the Sergeant. 

“Bacta patch?” Crosshair growled at Tech. 

“I ONLY have two hands, Crosshair!” Tech sassed his way back to the refresher. 

“Looking a little FLUSHED too, Hunter. Sure you’re FEELING well? Crosshair sneered. 

Hunter was just about to tell Crosshair to shut his pie hole when the Jedi interrupted. “I... think I’m ready to go back to sleep.” 

“Alright.” Echo got back into his bunk. “You need ANYTHING, we’re right here.” 

“I’m feeling better now.” She sighed.  "Thank you Echo."

Wrecker leaned down and handed Lula to Y/N. “Lula will help you sleep the rest of the night.” 

“Thank you, Wrecker.” 

Crosshair sneered at Hunter who turned to go back to his watch station. 

Tech unpeeled the bacta patch and slapped it over Crosshair’s pie hole, then turned out the lights.

Next morning the Marauder landed at the Jedi’s destination. She thanked The Batch and descended the gangplank. Sergeant Hunter was the last to say goodbye and salute her. 

“I must thank you, btw.” She blushed demurely and smiled. 

Hunter looked confused and glanced to see where his Batchmates were at. They had already retreated into the ship, preparing to leave the planet. 

“Uh...for what?” 

“For being...MY MAN... last night.” 

Hunter blushed crimson red... speechless but had SO MANY questions. 

“I know what you’re thinking Sergeant. Jedi CAN have...relations. They just can’t be possessive attachments. And... technically we never physically touched...” 

She winked and walked away towards her destination. 

And that was how Hunter was literally mind-fucked by a Jedi. 

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[gogobootz1]

The Mentor pt. 5

Finnick Odair x Reader

Summary: You throw a two-person housewarming party at your new Capitol penthouse

part four | part six

The hardwood floor is cold beneath your back as you look up at the ceiling. You haven't even had a full day here and you don't know how you'll get through this. When the phone rings you don't bother to stand. Reaching your arm up and feeling around on the couch-side table, you manage to grab it in time. “Hello?” You stretch the cord down to where you lay.

“You made it, then,” Finnick’s voice rings through the phone. “Sorry I couldn’t meet you at the station,” he told you he would, the consistent phone calls over the past two weeks have effectively established a friendship between the two of you. “Something came up last minute.” You have no trouble reading between those lines.

“I figured as much,” you shrug, “it was for the best anyway. I was sent straight to my first engagement when I arrived- didn’t even get to stop in the new penthouse.” 

“Already? That seems cruel.” 

“Tell me about it,” you shake your head and roll your eyes. 

“How is the new apartment?” It’s large and towards the top of the building with private, elevator-only access. It disgusts you. 

“Cold and lifeless,” you spit dramatically, and he chuckles a bit. “Well, save for an odd lamp,” you admit, curling up a bit to look at it.

“Don’t tell me you have the corn lamp.”

You bolt upright, “How did you know?” There's no way he could guess that there's a huge plastic head of corn that lights up neon in your living room.

“Because I can see it clearly from my apartment,” he tells you. You stand and make your way to the floor-length windows, stretching the phone cord to the point you pull the receiver off the table. You can make out a figure waving from a different apartment building in your same complex, and you wave back. “Were you lying on the floor?” 

“Don’t judge me,” you say, still waving. 

“Hey! How about a housewarming gift?” You can practically hear him smirking through the phone, and you amusedly shake your head. 

“Sure.” 

Soon enough, the elevator doors reveal Finnick, dressed casually but looking no less dashing, with a bottle in hand. “Whiskey for your welcome present," he offers, and you snatch it from his hand. 

“And what a warm welcome it is,” you go digging through sleek new drawers to try to find a corkscrew. Finnick makes himself at home, hopping over the back of your couch and settling into it. Pouring two drinks, you walk around the furniture to join him. 

“It’s worse in person,” he says, accepting the drink while staring at the corn lamp. 

“I’ve been trying not to look at it,” you nod, taking a long sip. It’s smooth, too. Of course, he has expensive bottles just lying around, ready to share. 

“I don’t see how you can,” he shakes his head, still staring at it, “it’s shining like the fucking sun.” 

“Don’t burn your eyes,” you warn, setting your cup down on the glass table. 

He still doesn’t look away, “Did they get confused? Think you’re from Nine?” 

“No,” you say, now looking at the lamp too, “Whoever put it in here probably just forgot what Ten does.” 

“Or they just didn’t bother redecorating before shoving you in here,” he shrugs. The two of you stare at it for a bit. 

“Okay, now I hate it,” you admit, polishing off your glass of whiskey. 

“Only now?” 

“Well, I was perfectly content to ignore it before you waltzed in and started staring at it,” you say petulantly. 

“You really could’ve ignored it?” 

“Probably,” you defend, “it would’ve just melted into the background.” 

“You’re deluded,” he shakes his head. 

"Better than burning the image into my eyes,” you argue. 

“You might be right, actually,” he admits. 

“So now, what am I supposed to do with it?” Finnick finishes his drink before hopping up. 

“I’ve got some ideas.” 

First, he unplugs it and throws his hands out to re-present it to you. You give him an unamused stare and get up to grab the whiskey bottle.

Next, he drapes a blanket over it. You shake your head at the attempt, and he swiftly replaces the blanket on your sofa. Finnick takes the whiskey bottle from your hand to take a swig before his next attempt, despite your protests.

Then, he tries dragging it into a closet. The door won’t close all the way, and you give him a firm thumbs down. He pouts.

When he drags it into your all too large standing shower you slap his arm, and he snickers.

Finally, Finnick drags it into your elevator. At first, you are aghast, but then an idea comes to you. You grab his shoes and throw them at him in the elevator. He looks put out by this until he sees you slip on a pair of your own. Grabbing a coat and the blanket from the couch, you join him and the corn. You drape the blanket over his shoulders before pushing the button for the roof.  

“Two prostitutes and a life-sized head of corn walk into a bar-“ he jokes, and you snort. 

When the elevator dings, you drag the lamp off of it and through a thin layer of snow. It’s heavier than he made it seem, but once you get it a few feet onto the terrace it looks intentional. You breathe a sigh of relief. 

“Perfect,” he says, wrapping an arm around the lamp. “You know, I think I might miss this thing,” he turns to look at you, but moves too fast and stumbles, sending the giant lamp into the rooftop swimming pool. 

You let out an audacious laugh, “Even better.” 

“Now, how is this different from my shower idea?” 

You give him a faux glare, before sitting down on one of the benches. He slowly joins you. 

“Thanks for this,” you nod, gesturing at where the lamp bobs in the pool, “it was nice to get my mind off things. This is harder than I thought it'd be."

“Oh?” He asks softly.  

 You shake your head, “She’s pissed at me.” You fiddle with the sleeve of your coat. He looks over with furrowed brows, and you go on, “for my leaving so soon. Says I’m abandoning her when she needs me most.” 

He knows you’re talking about Darla, “That’s not true.” 

“Isn’t it?” 

“You’ve given up a lot for her, she’s not allowed to make you feel guilty,” he asserts. 

“Tell that to her,” you scoff. 

“Maybe I will.” 

“You can’t,” your hand shoots to his wrist, and the look in your eye says you mean business. 

“I can at least tell her to back off. Your job was hard enough without what you’re taking on for her,” Finnick argues. 

You shake your head, “She’ll laugh at you. She thinks I’m a glorified model.” He pauses at this. 

“You still haven’t told her?” 

“Why should I when it’d make her that much more indignant. She’s dealing with victordom poorly as is.” 

“She has no inkling of what you really do?” 

“Well, they do a mighty fine job hiding it,” you shrug, “the tabloids call you a playboy. My busy work around town usually explains my presence here, and I’m sure they’ll find a way to spin my extended stays.” 

Finnick huffs, “You’re astounding.” He looks over his shoulder, out on the cityscape, snow gently nestling itself into his golden waves. 

“I’m not quite sure how to take that,” you stare at his profile before turning to see the view as well. 

“As a compliment, of course,” he says quietly, "you’re doing a selfless act and accepting backlash for it."

"What other choice did I have?" You shake your head.

"A lesser person would’ve made a different choice," he says assuredly, "but you couldn’t because you're the kindest, most noble person I know."

But you don’t feel like it. And you don’t feel like you deserve his praise. All you do is your best: trying to keep up appearances, keep it all together, protect who you love. And it doesn’t always work. Sometimes, it’s all out of your control, like dirt slipping through the cracks in your fingers. Your lip trembles, and you try not to let the tears in your eyes spill over, though the brisk air makes it difficult. After a moment, you center yourself enough to look his way. 

He’s already looking at you, those big green eyes gazing into your soul, “You’re astounding.” There it is again. 

You’re not sure you can bear to hear anymore. Removing an icy hand from your jacket pocket, you cup his cheek and plant a soft kiss on the other one. “Goodnight,” it’s barely a whisper, but you hope it makes up for leaving him alone in the cold.  

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I wrote the end of this first and made myself sad so I had to go back and write some goofy bullshit <3 in terms of the rest of this series I’m thinking two(ish) more parts and they may be collections of vignettes- we’ll see

taglist: @emerald-09 @iwantmyredvelvetcupcake @daixylie@imaegonstargaryenswife0@fandomhopped@axelinchen @whens-naptime @avoxrising @erindiggory @commanderfreethatdust @blackdxggr @maxinehufflepuffprincess @meri-soni-meri-tamanna @melagemo0263

also I'm getting lazy, so no pic of him up top this time- sorry people

[eddiemadmunson]

Voice

This fanfic was inspired by one of my late night talks with my dearest @hamatoanne​​​ ❤ This one is for you, bestie 💕

Another inspiration for this fic was a voice actor called VoEROS, you can find his work for example on TikTok or Twitter, just search his name. I can only recommand it, his voice is something else 🥵 

Summary: One day you find out, that your good friend Aemond has a dirty hobby. He records dirty audios on Internet. 

Paring: Aemond x fem!reader

Word account: around 3500 words

Warning: Dirty talk, cursing, fingering

Tag:  zillahvathek 

Later at UNI 

“Fucking finally,” you groaned as you sink into your soft couch, with glass of wine in one hand and your pink vibrator in the other. You had a very stressful week and all you wanted was to sit down and listen to one of your favorite erotic audios and have a private moment with your pink friend. Since you broke up with your longtime boyfriend Aegon this became your Friday night routine. You were looking forward to it. You opened the Reddit app but the page announced that there are some technical difficulties and you can’t use it right now.

“Fucking hell, what did I do to deserve this?” you whined and decided to open TikTok, you heard that some voice actors uploaded parts of their work there. You could possibly find new favorite voice actor here. You scrolled through the “erotic audio” tag for an hour and you didn’t find anyone who would catch your attention. But when you heard the next voice, you almost choked on your wine.

You knew that voice, you heard him almost every day at school. But it couldn’t be him, this guy probably only sounds like him. You opened his profile and listened to another audio.

“That’s it, little one, cum for me again, be a good girl, give me one more, you can do it,” you felt your cheeks burning. This couldn’t be coincidence. This was definitely voice of Aemond Targaryen. You have never heard him talk seductively like this, but you would have recognized his voice anywhere. You talked to him only couple of minutes ago at UNI. You didn’t know how to feel about this. Aegon’s younger brother has a dirty little secret. You were more than sure that Aegon didn’t know about it. He would mock him mercilessly. You knew that Aemond had a microphone and the whole studio in his bedroom, but you thought that he plays some PC games there, the idea of him recording erotic audios has never crossed your mind.

You wanted to close his profile and forget about this, but you found yourself clicking on the next video, the background was black, you could only hear Aemond’s breathy, needy moans, his voice shivering with pleasure:

“Fuck, princess, you are so tight, but don’t worry baby, we’ll make it fit,” you gulped loudly and your eyes almost popped out of your head when you heard him spit to add lubricant on the imaginary pussy. At least you hoped that he was there alone. You quickly closed the app, your heart pounding in your chest loudly. That was the most erotic sound you have ever heard and it came out of your ex boyfriend's brother’s mouth. You tried to occupy your mind with something else, you cleaned your bathroom, cooked something for dinner, called your mum, but Aemond’s voice was still the only thing on your mind. You looked at your phone and bit your lip, arguing with your own mind, if it’s really that inappropriate to listen to another one or two audios? Just out of curiosity. Maybe his other audios are shitty ones, you thought to yourself and opened the next one.

“Look at me when I’m railing you, beg for it, say my name when you cum. You are taking it so well, oh good girl!” Aemond moaned into your headphones, his shaky breath almost tickled your ear.  You clenched your thighs, already feeling the wetness pooling between your legs. You swiped down and the next clip made you moan out loud.

“Look at that, you made a mess all over daddy, lick me clean,” Aemond’s dominant voice commanded and that moment you would gladly go down to your knees and do whatever he wants from you. You spent the rest of the night listening to the filthy stuff coming out of his mouth, bringing yourself to orgasm couple times with your vibrator. You honestly didn’t know how you will be able to look at him on Monday morning. You were a mess the next day, your Reddit app started working again, so you found Aemond’s profile there and listened to his whole library.

Later on Saturday night you got notification that he added another audio on Tiktok.  

“It seems you forget who you belong to,” he purred and you heard the sounds of a belt being unfastened.

“Here, let me help you to remember,” he continued with voice shaking with lust, you could clearly hear that he whipped the belt against his thigh or maybe palm.

“Fuck, get over here,” he commanded and you felt the urge to grab your car keys and run to him. This has to end, you murmured and tossed the phone on the other side of the table. You took a very cold shower and decided to work on your philosophy thesis to get Aemond out of your head. But it was easier said than done. You worked for hours but only managed to write one page. You closed your notebook in frustration and went to bed early.

You somehow managed to avoid Aemond for next 3 days, but you had an Ancient Rome history class with him and you couldn’t skip it, the teacher was very strict. You slipped on your seat next to Aemond on the last minute and he looked at you with confusion. He was used to see you every day but you seemed to avoid him lately.

“Is everything OK, princess?” he asked you and you shivered. He usually called you princess, it was nothing new, but after hearing him saying it in such a sexual way you felt overwhelmed.

“I am fine,” you mumbled and started making notes, trying to focus on the teacher. 

“You can talk to me about anything, you know that right?” Aemond whispered against your ear his breath tickled the top of your ear and you shivered. You nodded not trusting your voice. Omg how you will survive sitting next to him for the rest of the semester? You have never noticed that but he smelled really nice. You felt the urge to bury your head into his chest and get more of that fine scent. And since when his long blonde hair look so soft and tempting? You wondered how it would feel, to play with it, pulling at it when he is on top of you.  And his thin lips? How does it feel to have them on your own or around your hard nipple or sucking on your clit. Oh no, you need to stop with these thoughts. He is your friend, he is brother of your ex boyfriend, and you are lonely horny woman, who needs to keep her dirty mind in check. 

Aemond was confused as hell. Did he do something wrong? You two talked on Friday afternoon and everything seemed to be fine, but right now you refused to even look at him and you acted so weird. He subtly looked at you from the corner of his eye and noticed how you bite your bottom lip, how you grip the pen in your hand so tightly that your knuckles were turning white, the posture of your body was very tense and... were you clenching your thighs? If he didn’t know better he would say that you are very turned on by something right now? But what could make you aroused in the middle of a history class.

“Relax princess, or you are going to snap that pen in two,” he joked and placed his hand on your thigh. You yelped loudly at the contact, getting the attention of the whole class to you. 

“I am sorry I need to use the bathroom,” you announced and ran away. He wanted to follow you, but the teacher stopped him. Aemond was really confused, what the hell happened to you over the weekend?

He looked at your empty seat and noticed that you forget your phone on your desk. Your unlocked phone. It was so not you. You were always so cautious about it. He wasn’t nosy person, he respected your privacy, but you were acting so weird today, that he decided that he is doing this for your own good. He looked at your last opened apps and didn’t see anything suspicious. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, TikTok, Tumblr and... Reddit. He gulped and tapped at the screen, opening the app on the last page you have visited. He gasped in shock when he saw his own nickname and profile picture there. It explained a lot. You found out about his hobby. You were probably so embarrassed that you weren’t able to even look at him. He curiously opened your Reddit history and his eyebrows rose in confusion when he saw that you listened to every single one of his audios. And his audio library had over 200 audios. Some of them were pretty long. You were very busy bee over the weekend. Aemond was so distracted by this discovery that he wasn’t paying any attention to the lecture, so he was surprised when the teacher announced the end of the class. He quickly collected all of your things and rushed out of the classroom. He found you sitting on the bench in school park. 

“You forget something,” he said gently and gave you your bag pack and your phone. 

“Thank you, Aemond, I needed some fresh air,” you blushed when his hand brushed against yours when he handed you your stuff. 

“You left your phone unlocked,” Aemond said, going straight to the point, knowing that you would never admit that you found his work. 

“Oh, really?” you mumbled, avoiding eye contact. 

“Hey, Y/N. I know that you discovered my Reddit profile,” he said and your head snapped in his direction.

“What? I have no idea what are you talking about?” you stuttered and tried to stand up, but he made you sit back.

“It’s OK, I understand that you feel disgusted about it, Y/N. But please don’t hate me and push me away from you,” he begged and you looked at him in surprise.

“I am not disgusted,” you let out and he looked at you with curiosity in his eye, suddenly the fact that you listened to his entire library found a new meaning.

“Did you like it?” he asked you with smirk playing on his handsome face.

“NO, of course not,” you said quickly and laughed. You gave him the fakest laughter he has ever heard from your lips.

“Are you sure, princess?” he leaned closer to you, his voice changed, he basically purred these words to your ear.

“What are you doing Aemond?” you asked him nervously, feeling the goose bumps already raising on your skin. 

“Let me guess, Y/N. You listened to every single one of my audios over the weekend,” he teased you, knowing this fact from your Reddit history. You felt your cheeks getting redder and redder with every second.

“I am so sorry, Aemond. I know I shouldn’t, you are my friend. It was really inappropriate. This is your private thing. But I just couldn’t stop myself. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing, you must think that I am some kind of creep,” you whined, hiding your face into your hands. 

“Stop hiding your pretty face from me, Y/N. This is not embarrassing at all. It’s pretty hot actually,” he smiled and gently forced your hands down. Keeping your left hand in his much bigger one.

“What?” you asked him in disbelief. 

“You don’t think that I am some kind of stalker?” you asked him shakily.

“No, of course not. I am very flattered, princess,” he said, leaning against you, using his “other” voice on you. You shivered and he smirked, obviously pleased with the effect he had on you.

“Do you want to hear one of my deepest secrets?” he continued and you watched him like you were hypnotized, slowly nodding.

“When I make these audios, when I write scenarios for them or simply when I improvise in front of the microphone, I always have one particular woman in mind,” he confessed and his fingers caressed your hand, his thumb was making circles on the pulse point of your wrist.

“Someone I know?” you asked him shakily and he chuckled.

“Yeah, princess. You know her very well,” he looked deep into your eyes, hesitating for a second, if he should really tell you or not. But you were looking at him with your big sincere eyes, your lips slightly opened, your cheeks flushed, and he couldn’t miss the chance to finally have what he always wanted.

“It’s you princess, it’s always been you,” he confessed and you gasped, but you didn’t seemed repulsed by that confession so he continued.

“I think about you all the time, Y/N. You are the most beautiful, intelligent, kind and desirable woman I have ever met,” he said and felt your pulse beating faster under his thumb.

“I enjoy every single moment I spend with you. I hated to see you with Aegon. He never deserved you!”he added angrily and you slowly nodded. You loved Aegon, but he was a jerk. You started dating at high school and everything seemed to be fine, but then you both went to different universities and Aegon changed completely. Or maybe he was always like that but you have never noticed. But he started going to parties, doing some drugs, and he cheated on you. You didn’t want to believe it at first, but more and more people told you that they had seen Aegon making out with other girls. The last drop for you was when he totally forgot that you are with him on one of his frat house parties and he ended up making out with some bitch on his lap in front of you. That was almost 8 months ago but it still hurt as hell.

“I have loved you since I was a teenage boy, you were like a goddess to me. Unapproachable. Beautiful. I dreamed about you all the time,” he smiled almost shyly but then he added something that make you clench your thighs in desperate need.

“I think about you every time, when I stroke my cock in my room. Sometimes you were in the next room with Aegon, I could hear your laughter, it made me cum so hard, princess,” he was sitting very close to you now, whispering these words against your ear.

"Fuck, princess. You can't imagine how many times I wished to have you in my arms. Aegon never deserved you, I barely heard your moans from his room, that selfish fucker didn't take good care of you. If you let me, I will rock your world," he continued and you were putty in his hands.

“Every time you heard me moan on that audios, I moaned at the idea of you touching me. You were always the woman who I talk to on these audios. You were the one who I dominated in bed, because fuck, princess, you love to be dominated, I can tell just by looking at you,” his hand slowly landed on your exposed thigh, watching your reaction, waiting for a sign that you don’t want him to touch you, but you were obviously enchanted by him.

“I cum with your name on my lips so many times, princess. I always have to cut that part out. Oh yes, I don’t fake anything, when you hear me cum and moan loudly on my audios, it’s for real,” he smirked when he saw your confusion.

“Tell me, princess, did you cum while listening to my audios?” he chuckled darkly when you bite your bottom lip, hesitantly nodding your head.

“Fuck, that’s so hot, Y/N,” he groaned against your ear. He bit your earlobe gently while his hand moved higher on your thigh under the edge of your mini skirt.

“How did you do it?” he asked and brushed his thumb against your inner thigh, loving the little gasp coming from your lips.

“What do you mean?” you played dumb.

“How did you make yourself cum at the sound of my voice? Did you use your fingers?” he kissed your jaw as his long finger reached your already soaked panties since you spread your legs slightly for his wandering hand. The next class already started so you were completely alone here at the park.

“Ehm, I used my vibrator,” you admitted, looking shyly at him. The look on his face could almost make you cum.

“You fucked this pretty tight cunt with your vibrator, while thinking about me?” he asked you darkly, as his fingers rubbed your clothed pussy for the first time, making you gasp his name and him groan.

“Fuck, princess, you are so fucking wet and I barely even touched you. Answer me, did you fuck this tight pussy, while thinking about me?” he demanded an answer when he pushed your panties aside and slid two of his long fingers inside you.

“Yes, Aemond, I cum so many times over the weekend, I had to even run to the store and buy new batteries,” you moaned loudly when he hit the right spot inside you.  

“You should have called me, princess. I would fuck you so much better than that piece of plastic,” he groaned when you grabbed his thigh for support, your hand landing dangerously close to his hardening cock.

“And no matter how good your vibrator can be, it can never eat your pussy like I could, it can never suck your clit as I could,” he smirked, his thumb brushed against your clit lightly, causing you moan his name loudly.

“Your dripping cunt clenches around my fingers so fucking perfectly, princess,” he moaned lowly.

“You are so responsive, princess, I can’t wait to take you somewhere where we can be alone, but right now, I want you to cum all over my fingers, can you do that for me?” he asked and his thumb started making little circles on your clit.  

“Yeah, Aemond,” you let out breathlessly.

“Can you take a third finger, pretty girl? Yes, you can, what a good girl, I am so proud of you, little one,” he praised you as he added another finger, stretching you almost to the point of pain, but you loved it. You felt your orgasm coming, knowing that you couldn’t be silent, so you grabbed his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as you cum hard on his fingers. His other hand grabbed the side of your face, keeping you close to him, his tongue dancing with yours, he was tasting your lips, almost suffocating you with the intensity of the kiss. You quickly climbed on his lap when his fingers slipped out of you, not being ready to stop kissing him. You felt that all you need in life is keep kissing him, until your lips fall off. His hands were everywhere, in your hair, pulling at it, earning a deep growl from you, he groped your breasts over your shirt and you grinded against his growing crotch, earning a slap on your ass which made you yelped in surprise and unexpected pleasure.

“If you don’t want me to fuck you here on this bench, princess, stop doing this,” he groaned against your neck and sucked at your soft skin.

“Take me home, Aemond,” you pleaded.

“I need you to fuck me while you whisper the filthiest words in my ear,” you purred seductively against his ear, as you purposely kept grinding against him.

“Fuck, princess, whatever my girl needs,” he placed you gently back on the ground and took your hand in his.

“But cancel all of your plans, my love. I plan to make you cum more times that you made yourself cum with that stupid vibrating thing!” he promised darkly and you shivered in anticipation. This day took a really unexpected turn, but you weren’t complaining. 

PART 2

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Green Carnation

Chapter One

I promised a male version of "The Economic Difference Between The Miner and Mine Owner's Daughter" for male readers. Please, oh please do read the tags! If this makes you uncomfortable then move on. I gave a warning in a previous ask about making the male version of this story and subjects it can touch.

Rated Explicit | Warnings: Period-Typical Homophobia, Historical References

Chapter Two

Muscle and blood, bones of iron, and the will to move mountains; are the traits you swear to see in Norton Campbell. He is the youngest of this group, seen as the weakest, yet you have seen the reports of the work output and Norton is one of the top miners. You have seen him work when observing the mining site with your father, you have never seen him leave the mine unless to eat or sleep and everything in between.

Maybe your approach to him was wrong, you only wanted to ask him some questions, or maybe you poked the wrong bear.

Now here you are in a fist fight and barely two swings in you are stumbling around. Your nose is bloody, your eye swollen near closed, and spit out blood before running at him again. The man is a scraper, the one who your father would bet on if Norton was in a fight clubbing as entertainment. The man is all muscle and blood, with bones of iron.

“Stay down!” You had fallen on the muddy ground, “I said stay down!” On top of you with knees pinning down your arms and his fist raised ready to strike. You struggled, at least you think you did, it is hard to tell given you can't feel much.

“Enough!” Shouts the foreman who finally shows up, he probably was just watching. No one likes your father so seeing his son get his ass beaten probably made everyone's day. Two miners pull Norton off you and he lets them willingly, “Get to him to the infirmary,” Shouts the foreman, and a miner helps you up and literally starts dragging you over to the infirmary tent.

“As for you—”

“Let him go.” Speaking up, “He did nothing wrong, understood?” You move to turn in the direction of the small group of men.

“But sir—”

“Understood, foreman?” Assertive this time, “He needs to go into the infirmary too.”

“Yes, sir.”

You look at Norton, the man is cold as the coal he digs, and then you look away, moving off the miner who was assisting you to walk on your own. Pride, maybe, you can stand on your own and take your hits.

The infirmary is quiet as the nurse overlooks you both, you being the worst out of two. 

A patch over your eye, bandages over your ribs, and bandaids on the cuts on your hands and fists. You look like you just boxed with a professional boxer! Norton on the other hand needed some ice, a few bandaids for some cuts, but no worse for wear.

You hiss in pain as you sit on the medical cot then look at Norton who is in front of you sitting at the end of his cot. “Why?” You hear him say it loud and clear.

“Why what, Mr. Campbell?” Fixing your position to be comfortable.

“You could've let them deal with me. Pay one of them to fight me. So why?”

“It was between you and me. You don't like me but nothing you said prior to the fight that wasn't wrong.” The working conditions, the equipment, and everything else in between are a problem. Sure most of the grievances are with your family, and the company too, but the problem is not going to be solved right away. Again this is your father's company and only upon his death will it be yours. “And my offer still stands.”

“Stop trying to butter me up, I ain't being your lapdog.” Crossing his arms over his chest.

“Not a lapdog, a business partner. Equals.”

But being equal with Mr. Campbell is not quite easy given his background; the hatred for those like you, the rich who too often use others to create their stairs to success. Maybe you hoped to make him your business partner, helping give him his footing in this new social and economic status, and maybe just trying to be a friend would lessen the hate-- Towards you at least. You genuinely wanted to make a change in the company, to help the estranged relationship between the employee and the employer; you started to see Mr. Campbell as more than just a man full of anger. His greed is not without reason, when one has nothing he wants everything, you cannot blame him but it worries you.

Fool’s Gold is a material called pyrite that can be used for things like paper. Norton Campbell was livid, the sort of livid that has him ready to break something, until you explain the other uses of ‘Fool’s Gold’.

“Now will you please not break that vase, it is cheap but rather nice. I like to have it as part of the decoration.” You say while leaning against the desk in your study. Well, in your late father’s study before his passing, nature causes.

He looked confused and then realized what he was doing. Norton knows how unstable he can get, seeking mental help for it would be a good idea but he fears he will be locked away. Only you are aware of the voice in his mind after Golden Cave, the mine closed down due to “unstable tunnels” rather than the truth of something is down there. It is not spoken about.

“You must want something out of his,” Placing the vase back and adjusting it to its previous position, “Nothing is free.”

“Please, Mr. Campbell we've talked about this,” Crossing your arms as you sigh while shaking your head, “We are partners,” Explaining yourself again, “When no one else would speak up about my father's treatment of the miners, you did. Both with that mouth of yours and fists. I respect that. I respect you.”

The Prospector scoffs, “Respect. Three years as partners and I still cannot believe getting your jaw rocked suddenly inspired this.”

“Not like I can marry you and take your last name to further prove that I—” You go quiet. Both of you are with him staring hard at you. “Bad wording. Still, I mean it, respecting you.” Dropping your arms from your chest and pushing yourself off the desk, “I need to go get ready.”

Right. Family dinner with that wife of yours. Norton swears she is cheating on you.

“Mr. Campbell?” Stopped mid-way of passing by him, a firm grip on your arm, he moves in closer whispering in your ear. You go still, looking down at the floor in mortifying shock, “H-How?” You were careful! There is no way he could have known! Hell, you are happily married!

“So I'm right?”

A green carnation. It is resting on a suit you wore to the funeral of an old friend. Norton Campbell is very observant, he may not be book-smart, but he is street-smart. Growing up around all types of people, he has seen a lot of things growing up.

Including the green carnation, he saw some men wear where he worked at the time. He would get paid in bread leftovers from a bakery and maybe a coin or two for doing deliveries.

He saw what he believed was a woman and a man wearing a green carnation. Later on, he learned that the bakery had a secret bar called a molly house. By then, he was a young adult, and his deliveries took him to that bar. Shipment deliveries of alcohol and such. He could care less about what anyone did, he wanted money.

If his father did not owe so much in debt, Norton might have still been a delivery boy or a bartender.

When he drove your wife and you from the funeral, he offered out of pity, he saw the flower.

“Where were you really going tonight?” He has you brought back to the spot against the edge in front of the desk, “Your wife is going out too.”

“... Why? Are you going to extort me?!” Clearly upset.

“Huh,” Caging you in with height, size, his arms on each side of your body, “Geez, why bother? You already gave me what I want. Anymore and you should be my wife.”

It is not like he could not imagine you groveling at his feet while Norton calls you ‘Mrs. Campbell’, he has a few times given how often you and him are together. It is like you both were of one mind often, inseparable. Your wife teased it, but he saw how flustered you would get when you think he did not notice.

“Tonight you are going to take me to that spot I know you like to actually go to with your wife.”

“Norton please this—”

“I want you.”

“Don't… Don't say that.”

“Fine.” So he shows you by pushing you down on the desk and kissing you. Not a romantic, no, Norton has you pinned down making you take every bit of raw desire he has for you leaving you stunned and completely in his grasp.

When he finally lets you breathe, you both are breathing hard– Him more so than you– Staring at one another unsure where to go from here. You more so than him.

“Be a good boy and listen.”

[mxiaogod]

—14. [ANCORA] BEIDOU AU X FEM! AFAB READER

WARNINGS : STRANGERS TO LOVERS(?), PENETRATION, ORAL, SPIT PLAY, ANAL, SPANKING, DEGRADING PET NAMES, MENTIONS OF BLOOD, BITING, FACE SITTING, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+) 

Yall mb I was hibernating, thank you for 282 followers, this is crazy, you lot don't even fit in my house.

— It was never intended to be like this, fleeing away at eventide to escape the shackles of unjust governance that your little town was enacting. A wolf howls in a distance, filling the air with its mighty hymn. Your boots crunch beneath your feet as it touches gravel, legs straining trying to get to the final train departing. Your thighs itch from running and running, your breath catching and your chest heaving, and your lips have lost all color from the sinking feeling in your gut. "Just a little more," you mutter, below a whisper.

As the soles of your feet touch the entryway of the last train, your shoulders loosen as you release all your worries, releasing it one with the wind. You dash to your roomette, sliding the rusty door open with a little bit more force than usual, you settle in the dusty bed that was made comfortable with burlap, pillows rigid with a few stains and stray hairs from previous occupants, but you have no say, there are no complaints for people with little opportunity like you.

You think back to your frail little sister, her lithe hands, more bones than flesh, gripping your hands like you were her lifeline, before you left, you had written her a letter, explaining how this was needed, that you had to leave her with a relative to fend for the both of you, how you had found a better job, paper stapled into a tree bark that had said the castle was hiring a new maid and you had to take it, being there was a newly implemented law in your town that said no woman should work and must take a husband to serve them, terminating you from your logging job. You had no choice but to take up the offer, immediately sending a letter to the castle and receiving a positive response.

You rid your mantle and pelice, leaving you in your chemise and stockings, sitting down on the rigid bed, leaving a soft thud in its wake. It was deadly silent, the shrill of the night swallowing every sound until there was a soft tapping by your door, careful and calculated knocking so only you can hear. Your eyes widen, have they caught up to you? No, it can’t be, you were sure that nobody had seen you, with unsteady hands, you grab a dagger stashed on the garter of your stockings, gripping it with might, lips in a thin line as sweat drips down the valley between your breasts, dagger held up at your chest, as the knocking continues you stand behind your door, willing yourself to not open it but as frail as the door is, anyone could come barging in. You stand your ground until a soft whisper, chaffed and ragged, womanly but commanding, speaks into the dead of the night. “Please, I’m in need of help.” Each syllable sounding more forced than the other. A gulp followed the silence, your fingers gripping the ledge, sliding the door open as force came toppling down your body.

“Hmph-” You attempt, bloody fingers engaging your lips, painting them with malice, your hand with the dagger wrapped in her hand, skilfully hindering the threat. “Shh,” She muttered, with her pointer finger kissing her full lips, “I’m not going to hurt you.” She adds, “I require help, do you have a medical background?” You shake your head as you attempt to speak but her hand stays, she realizes, and releases your mouth. “I- I don’t, but my sister- my sister has a sickness that requires me to fix her most of the time-”

“Okay.” She interrupts, nodding her head, “Okay- fix me up then.” She commands an invisible threat hanging in the air, leaving no room for argument. You scurry for your chanerie, taking out a kit you had prepared beforehand, just in case something had happened to you. She moves swiftly, taking her coat off, her body guarded by armor, solid but subtle that you weren’t able to tell she had it in the first place. It had a gash running sideways, penetrating the metal. Her arms are firm, lean, and scarred, your mind clouding with lust, your gulp didn’t go unnoticed. She removed her armor next, leaving her in a blood-stained, shredded tunic. You take out a needle and thread with unsteady hands, grabbing a flask that somebody had left on the bedside, you open it and smell that it was liquor, “This might hurt, tell me when it does and I’ll stop, okay?” You warned, she stared at your face, a puzzling look on her face, her brows furrowed, “I’m okay, m’ tougher than I look, sweetheart.” She says, the corner of her lip tugging up slightly. You broke off your stare as you focused on the task at hand, her gash, her gash was macabre, gnarly. Located on the side of her hip, It looked like someone had taken a blunt sword and slashed her with force. It was angry and full of intent that you had started fearing for your safety. Somebody was out for her blood and you were here mending her.

You pour the liquor on her gash, getting no reaction from her other than a movement in her eye, which you now noticed had an eye patch on the other. You pour the rest of the liqour in your hands, sanitizing both the needle and the thread. You push her shoulders, silently asking her to lean on her side, she catches on and lays on her side, her head by the door, it was an uncomfortable position but her exhaustion had caused her to fall to the floor. You start stitching, spaced a quarter-inch from each other and from the skin edges, singing a song in your mind, a song you sing to your sister while you stitch her up, it helps you bypass the nausea from blood and flesh. 

As you finish up, wrapping a gauze around her waist, reaching around her multiple times has created a tension in the air, her breathing now ragged and your thighs now clenched, she stares at it with a sneer, her lips pursing and her blink staggering. 

You finish up, sitting back on your feet, wide eyes staring at the godly woman in front of you, brown hair falling harshly around her like the opposite of a halo. You're heaving, biting your lip to release some of the pressure building up in your body as she sits up.

You back up, scooting by your shin, the wooden floors burning your skin, to prevent yourself from doing anything that you’d regret by dawn. Her gaze turned predatory, a smirk full of mischief painting her full lips. In her tunic, her pants low at her waist, she gets on her hands and knees, and starts crawling painfully slowly towards you, like a predator catching its prey. 

You’re forced to lean on your back as she towers over you, her gaze pinning you down. You look oh so beautifully laid out for her, your chemise falling sideways on your shoulders as she leans down to kiss it followed by her canines biting lightly. It was so raw, so carnal, your eyes closed in pleasure, tears escaped your eyes as Beidou lifted her thumb to free your lips from your teeth. She leans in and catches your lips between her mouth, her tongue invading yours. It was hot, wet and full of desire as she swallowed your whines. Your hips lift by themselves, grinding on air. “So needy, so desperate, are you?” She sounds with a throaty chuckle. “Tell me darling, have you ever been fucked here before?” She quips as she runs a warm palm to your pelvis down to your cunt. You grind on her palm, a small nod and a “Mhm” accompanying it. Her gaze darkens but it's gone in an instant. “I guess I should have expected that, you’re a little slut aren’t you?” She mocks as she grinds her palm back, adding more force to your throbbing clit. “M’ not a little slut.” You say, shaking your head no, “Oh but you are, look, I know this pussy doesn’t lie, which means that you are, no?” She teases, her warm lips kissing behind your ears, then your nape, down to the mounds of your breast she pulls the neckline of your chemise down, baring your breasts to her, nipples erect from the cold. She passes a hot tongue to your nipple, circling around the tip making it ache with need. You release a whine into the night, grinding feverishly into the fabric of her pants, her hands disrupting, pinning your hips down as she leans back on the soles of her feet, eyes filled with desire, mind clouded with lust and need, she bites her lips and smiles.

You knew she was teasing you, so you reach for her hand, placing two of her fingers into your awaiting mouth, sliding it back and forth, coating it with your saliva. Beidou’s eyebrows furrowed as she licks her lips, she grabs you by your armpits, lifting you with ease, your legs automatically wrapping around her hips, you halted, “Your wound-”

“No need to worry your pretty little head about it.” She warns as she places you down on your bed. She pulls her tunic up, revealing a set of firm abs and full breasts, you gulp as you notice metal rings dangling on both of them. You lick your lips, wanting a taste. She drags your underwear down to your feet, her thumb immediately parting your pussy lips. “Look at that, so wet, all for me baby?” She taunts, you nod, eyes hazy as you watch her. “All for you.” you respond, mind hazy, lust dragging your eyelids closed.

"Open" She commands, you open your mouth, tounge out as she spits a fat glob down your throat, "Swallow" and you do, her hand forcefully clamping your jaw shut. She drags her fingers to your mouth, back and forth until it’s coated with your saliva. She trails it down your lips, to your heaving sternum down to your pelvis then circling the pads of her fingers onto your throbbing clit, using your wetness as lubrication. She bites her lips, eyebrows furrowed as pure desire veils her face. She circles your opening, testing waters, you give her a small nod. "Good girl" she viciously smiles as she spits in your face. In return, you give her a gasp and a lustful grin.

She inserts both of her fingers at the same time she lowers her face as she licks your clit skillfully, like she’d done this a hundred times. You arch your back beautifully, “Arch for me, my darling girl, looks so beautiful like this.” She muffles, fingers and tongue assaulting your swollen pussy.

She sucks, licks and bite on your clit, overstimulating the nub until you loose feelings of your legs, she circles her thumb on your the puckered ring of your ass, using your arousal as lubrication. She eases her thumb inside your ass while she flicks her tounge on your pussy. It's so messy, so filthy and raw. Both of her fingers are occupied, fucking both of your holes at the same time, she looks up, your head lolled to the side as drool drips on the side of your mouth. She gives a throaty chuckle mockingly.

Her strong hips thrusts along with her fingers, her tongue darting out to lick at her canines. She presses her face to the delicate skin of your neck, dragging her sharp teeth, sending shivers racking down your spine, your body moves in waves from the assault she’s giving.

“Such a good girl, yeah? Playing doctor for me, isn’t that right?” She teases as she bites down your neck, drawing blood. Your eyes shut close from the pain and pleasure, a strained gasp tearing from your throat. She licks the blood beading at your neck, a numbing sensation starting to form.

She flips your position, her back now laying on the mattress while your thighs are on either side of her head. “Ride me, beautiful.” She eggs, as you hesitantly put your weight on her hips moving in waves, wringing your pleasure.

You bump the soles of your feet into her waist, striking her wound; she grunts in agony in your pussy as you press your calf deeper into the wound. Her eyes roll back and her jaw slacks from the agonizing pain shooting on her side as you press your pussy harder into her face, your head thrown back with your mouth open in pleasure. “Fuck! you like me in pain, don’t you love?” She snides, smack! A searing pain shoots from the globes of your ass, an audible gasp tearing from your lips. Her teeth latched onto your thighs, leaving marks in their wake. Her exhale filled with pain fans your clit as you grind your hips harder, soles pressing harder to her side.

“Just like that darling, use me, use me for your pleasure.” Your back bows, both arms supporting your weight above her head as your eyes roll back, a cry resounding deep into the night. "Good, that's it, you're doing so good, so good cumming for me." Her tongue works egearly, drinking your cum making sure nothing goes to waste. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.” Beidou chants as she watches you reach your quim. 

Your back falls beside her with a thud, eyes immediately closing as sleep cradles your tired limbs.

-

Your shoulders strain from carrying your luggage, and as you exit the station, a carriage awaits you. On the blue beyond, the castle stood out. Every stone was level and square, as if the builders were obsessed with perfection, as if they truly loved what they created. They were walls built to protect a community, to echo with laughter, and to provide shelter for millennia to come. 

An employer takes you on a tour of the castle and discusses your responsibilities as a domestic servant.

"Here we are, the queen's quarters," he said monotonously, his hands holding a gold door knob with elaborate carvings.

Through the heavy oak doors of the imposing keep there is a large chamber filled with rows of guards with armor and colors so flamboyant they almost distract your attention from the piles upon piles of glittering, golden treasure clustered around. The room smells of gold, the hard odor plating your tongue. The light from the teardrop shaped windows reflects off the treasure at all angles, filling the room with a warm, golden, glowing, glimmering light. A familiar image greets you, back straightened against a throne, brown hair framing her like the opposite of an halo, mischievous vermillion eyes, with her lips quirked up.

"It's nice to make your acquaintance, again.” Ancora.

[solverse]

A carol for the souls. (ii)

Quo; Give a character a song. (SAGAU)

Characters; Bennett, Fischl, Razor & Kaeya.

Notes; I really like the three as best friends and Kaeya is there as the responsible adult. This isn't a character study whatsoever, just a little self-indulgent fic.

Dics; Again, the intro is unbearably long because I can't seem to write one-shots under 1k words.

| (i) |

Ribs - Lorde

Bennett was having an amazing day! Not only that his bad luck had subsided a little for today, most of the unfortunate situations were him almost tripping over himself but gladly, his team was there to watch his back. Today was also one of the days when he was chosen by the Guide to go on an adventure. 

Ever since Bennett had become a 'chosen' one, he had the opportunity and pleasure to meet different kinds of people and see tons of new places. Since he was an adventurer since he could ever walk, Bennett knew Monstadt like the back of his hand.

But never would he think he'd get a chance to see other regions as well! Monstadt was his home, the place where he knew he could return to – that was the kind of beauty Monstadt was. But the other regions held such a different aura and magnificence that Benette couldn't explain in words alone. 

And what made all of that better was that he got to go with his friends. With Razor and Fischl, on their own very (miscellaneous) adventures around Tevyat! Razor and Fischl were his best friends and some of the best people he had ever known. Traveling with them to see different places, exploring, and fighting different bosses was a dream come true. 

Oh, there was also Kaeya! Brother Kaeya who had been appointed as the responsible adult of the group and Bennett appreciated that sentiment, knowing that someone like Kaeya was watching their back anytime, lest any of them get into a dangerous situation. 

On a simple day, they were traveling through the forest of Sumeru, after heeding the safety clause that a Forest Ranger had given them. Apparently, the ranger was someone Kaeya knew. Bennett had watched in fascination as the new green-haired girl groaned in embarrassment when she recognized the Cavalry Captain. Kaeya has a good time teasing her. 

It was when they arrived at the riverside that Bennett finally noticed the eerie silence starting to settle in. Kaeya was the first to notice, followed by Razor who seemed alarmed at the sudden change in atmosphere. It seemed that the occurring background music had disappeared. 

Bennett had known of this phenomenon, Barbara had told him about the random time when the Guide would start playing bizarre music. It happened to some 'chosen' ones, while some might go on their days never hearing this bizarre music.

Despite his bad luck and all, Bennett firmly believed that he has good eyes when it comes to people. It's just that Bennett sometimes overlooked his judgment so he could be friendly. But judging by his friends' reaction, only Fischl seemed experienced in this situation. 

Well, that was a given since out of all of them, Fischl was one of the original and earliest 'chosen' ones, other than the Traveler. She had the guidance of the Guide more than Bennett could wish for. But don't get him wrong! He's extremely happy that one of his best friends was favored by the Guide. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard an unfamiliar sound, building up in an echo. It sounded like it was directly next to him and yet all over him too. The sound was soothing in a way that Bennett couldn't explain. 

The drink you spilt all over me,

"Lover's Spit" left on repeat,

My mom and dad let me stay home,

It drives you crazy getting old,

Bennett almost jumped when the voice started singing before he calmed down. He felt embarrassed at the moment and couldn't focus on the song until a few seconds later. It was why he didn't quite catch the first few lyrics. 

We can talk it so good,

We can make it so divine,

We can talk it good,

How you wish it would be all the time,

Bennett frowned and crossed his arms, even though he was giving his utmost attention, he still couldn't decipher what the lyrics meant. The music sounded really nice, it made him tingle all over his body in a good way. 

The drink you spilt all over me,

"Lover's Spit" left on repeat,

My mom and dad let me stay home,

It drives you crazy getting old,

The drink you spilt all over me,

"Lover's Spit" left on repeat,

My mom and dad let me stay home,

It drives you crazy getting old,

The song repeated the lyrics again, as if giving Bennett another chance to find a meaning behind those words. But when he took a glance at Fischl, something was caught in his throat. Bennett had never seen that look on Fischl, one that told of memories and reminiscence. Without even knowing it, Bennett didn't realize how it was so different.  

This dream isn't feeling sweet,

We're reeling through the midnight streets,

And I've never felt more alone,

It feels so scary getting old,

In a way, Bennett could understand it a little. Since he was a kid, Bennett had always been the 'unlucky' or 'cursed' kid that everyone stayed away from. Because if you ever get near him, you will get hurt too. 

And that hurt a lot. Even as a child, hearing those words come from people who you wanted to know about, who you want to get along with, hurt a lot more than he wanted it to. Even now, Bennett couldn't bring it to ask himself if things got better now, as days passed by.

We can talk it so good,

We can make it so divine,

We can talk it good,

How you wish it would be all the time,

Looking back at all the stuff he had experienced, Bennett likes to say that they had built him into the person he is. A passionate adventure with a penchant for bad luck. It wasn't all that bad. Bennett likes to think that he was lucky in parts that others won't look at. 

After all, the Unlucky-Boy was able to meet two kids who were outcasted by what society deemed unorthodox. Looking back at it, Bennett will always be grateful that his path, his fate, had crossed with Fischl and Razor. 

He doesn't care much for the things others say about him, no matter how much it pained him to hear so. But Fischl and Razor was the best thing that happened to him, that's why Bennett wouldn't let anyone else say otherwise. Because of them, he felt like the luckiest person in the world. 

The days of adventure they went on for the past years stayed firm and locked deep within his heart. People like to talk, they like to say. Words are powerful. The words they spout can be such a tool that made Bennett feel useless in a broken shed. 

But actions are also powerful. Razor was raised by wolves his whole life, his speech manner was slower and shorter than others. Fischl had a lot of vocabulary, she spoke in a tongue-twisted manner that made anyone's head spin. 

But, but– despite all of that, their actions are all so powerful to Bennett. The hold, pats, hair brushing, or simple gestures were all so powerful. 

This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets,

And I've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old,

Throughout Bennett's life, he learned that words can and will hurt sometimes. But even with that– actions can speak louder than words. So Bennett learned to not listen. He learned to see, to observe. 

Because if he listened, if he heard, it would hurt him. 

And Bennett thinks that it's endearing, amazing that Fischl and Razor showed their love with such simple actions.  And throughout their cages of ages, Bennett learned to appreciate those gestures more and more. 

And to realize that Bennett had never noticed any of that back then, it baffled him. But in a way, those little things– showed him something. Something that ached and warmed his heart. Something that made his eyes sting from the wave of sentiments crashing into him. 

This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets,

And I've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old,

Bennett sees them and they see him. That's enough to make his heart twist in the sweetest way possible because now he knew. Along with all their time of adventures and exploring, Bennett finally saw it all. 

When he locked eyes with Razor's and then Fischl, Bennett didn't hide the giddy smile on his face. Razor looked confused at most, eyebrows furrowed while Fischl only deadpanned at him. And it's during those moments, Bennett saw it again. 

Razor's red eyes were darker and the slim gray of his hair had also turned darker through the years. It was longer than Bennett remembered, Razor's hair was by his waist now.

Fischl seemed taller, eyes shining with a glint that Bennett recently discovered after the Archipelago event. She stood steadier and a lot more confident, not afraid to break out of her character anymore. 

I want 'em back, I want 'em back,

The minds we had, the minds we had,

How all the thoughts, how all the thoughts,

Moved 'round our heads, moved 'round our heads,

I want 'em back, I want 'em back,

The minds we had, the minds we had,

It's not enough to feel the lack,

I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em,

It made Bennett a little sad as he listened to the lyrics, something echoing deep inside him as those words were sung. Truly, through his whole life, Bennett wondered if he could even experience it all again. 

It might have been a bit painful, a bit reckless. But Bennett still thought back to the moment his path had crossed with Razor and Fischl. To the day when the luckiest boy was born by two unknowing hands that held onto him through all the rocky rides and all. 

Something he held back with all his strength, never letting go. 

And beginning that, Bennett saw all those changes. 

You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need),

Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids),

And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough),

Bennett's breath hitched at that. As his eyes roamed to see his friends, the music echoing next to him, Bennett could only stare. 

To this day, Bennett held the memories close and kept them deep within his heart, where no one would be able to take them away from him. Memories that kept him alive in moments when everything had gotten blurry for him to get through. 

But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough),

It won't. That won't ever be enough because Razor and Fischl meant the world to him. They were his world. Maybe, maybe it was selfish of him to think that way, to preserve these memories like a glass ball when changes were inevitable in their life.  

Growing up from the children they were once. Bennett wondered if he was any different from then. 

You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need),

Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids),

And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough),

But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough). 

Maybe it's selfish of him to want to stay with that innocence, where their ribs would hurt so much from laughing. Maybe it's selfish of him to stay in that mirage where the old days held him with a warmth that he couldn't explain as a child. 

But those won't be enough. It won't be enough for them. So Bennett thinks that maybe it was fine, perhaps it was okay for him to keep holding onto these memories because they built the person he was today. 

With Razor's calloused yet firm hand on his shoulder, Fischl's comforting voice echoing and Kaeya's hand brushing his hair, Bennett will cherish all of these moments. 

( He wondered if they knew. Maybe that's why some needed a little bit of guidance. ) 

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[lunamochii]

Hi!! I hope this makes sense its my first time requesting 😅

You know how Jake gave up his position as Olo'eyktan to Tarsem? What if reader was originally supposed to be the new tsahik and bethroed to Neteyam since he was training to become Olo'eyktan after Jake. But since the Sullys had to leave the Omatikaya clan she ended up mating with Tarsem's son and Neteyam is so heart broken and anguished over this when he comes back after the war is done. Can it also be in his POV to make it extra angsty lol

Bittersweet Goodbye

🎐 pairing; Neteyam x omatikaya!femreader

🎐 content warning; pure angst 😀 everything is on Neteyam’s pov🥲

🎐 author’s note; ANON! You can’t possibly type ‘lol’ at the end after dropping this request! IF I HAD MY OWN TAIL I WOULD BITE IT JUST TO MAKE ME SCREAM ALL OUT! ANYWAYS HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT😭 also can I get a feedback from this?🥹

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“I’m sorry, sorry… so sorry”

Tears falling down from his eyes as his shaky hands found it’s place on the sides of your face as he kiss your forehead. He can feel his body shaking as he hug you so tight

“Will you come back for me?”

“Yes, I will. Y/N promise me you’ll be here when I come back?“

He look at your eyes and different emotions flood your eyes and he can’t help but pulled you in for a one more kiss. Hands on your hip as he doesn’t let you get away, his lips always catching yours everytime you pull away

Finally letting you go, the both of you broke into sobs knowing that this would be the last time, you would be able to feel each other’s warmth

“Neteyam!”

Hearing his father’s scream he immediately peeled away from the hug, he felt you grab him on his hand, he shook his head and all you could do is hug yourself

Neteyam can feel your gaze as he make way towards his ikran, getting on it he turn to look at you once last time before flying off

“This isn’t a goodbye..”

How many months have passed? He can’t count it. Many things happened including him escaping the door of death. The devotion he have of feeling your warmth once more made him fought all the way

Even though they are a part of the Metkayina people now, his family decided to still go back to bring the good news that the war is finally over. Flying faster than his father, he finally saw the home he truly belong to and not even sparing a second he landed and ran towards his beloved’s hut

“Y/N!!”

Your name rolling out from his mouth, there he saw you. Weaving, your head turned towards him and Neteyam couldn’t help but ran towards you and engulf you into a hug, burying his face on the crook of your neck. He couldn’t stop himself on showering you kisses then landing on your lips, he noticed you didn’t respond so he back away and stare at you

“Y/N? Is something wrong? Your Neteyam is back!”

He can’t hide his happiness as he hug you again but this time he heard you sob and hug him so tight. Your broken voice echoes

“Hey hey what’s wrong? Are you alright, my love?”

“Neteyam… Neteyam!”

He was about to console you again when someone entered the hut

“ma Y/N, have you decided the place where we’ll be having… our little time…..”

His hands slowly slid down from your shoulders, your sobs still in the background as he look at the man. He knows him. He knows him too well. A good friend of his who always cheered him during his training

“What… what? Little time? ma Y/N?”

Tarsem’s son. Kxiyo. The man couldn’t move a inch his eyes switching from you then back to Neteyam, he saw him bit his lip

“I will give you two time”

With that Kxiyo left, leaving Neteyam alone with you

“What does this mean Y/N?”

He ask back facing you, standing up he can already tell what will be the next words he would be spitting out.

“We… me and Kxiyo… mated… Neteyam— I swear— I waited! But I can’t ignore the people’s words!”

He can feel his blood rush to his head, letting out a growl he kick the basket that you were weaving and face you

“What the fuck does that mean?! You two mated?! Should it be you, huh?!”

He never once raise his voice. Not to his siblings, not to you, not to ANYONE. He ran his hair across his hair and let out loud sigh

“You were to be my tsahik! You were to be my mate! YOU WERE MADE TO BE MINE!”

“YOU LEFT! I KNOW YOU LEFT FOR YOUR FAMILY’S OWN SAFETY BUT I CAN’T JUST SIMPLY BREAK MY PROMISE TO EYWA!”

Neteyam was taken back by your words, he knows for a woman to be a tsahik, that woman shall be chosen by Eywa. Making a promise with the greatmother

He keeps on walking back and forth then he saw you try to touch from his hands but he swat it away. He grab you by the shoulders making you look at him, anger and sadness flood his eyes making you touch him on his cheeks

“Neteyam… my Neteyam… you are the best thing that happened to me. But I had to let go, for the clan’s future.. please…”

He shook his head and took your hands and move away from you

“I— I escape door’s death for you. There are no nights of me thinking of you. Day and night all I ever thought is your smile, laughter, hands, lips. You live on my mind 24/7.”

He broke into a sob and knelt down before you, your eyes widen. He hug your legs, feeling his tears

“Please don’t do this… please get up Neteyam…”

“Eywa knows how much I love you, how much I see you. I’m crazy for you Y/N… so crazy it hurts!”

Neteyam look up and saw you crying, you also kneel down. He felt your hands wrapping around his neck, foreheads touching one another. Both a mess.

“Won’t you choose me? Won’t you smile sweetly for me once more, love?”

His heart broke once more seeing you shook your head, he bit his lip and crash his lips into your but was immediately push away

“No Neteyam… I belong to Kxiyo now…”

You say that man’s name like just how you say his name on the past

“Just one more time, ma Y/N. Let me love you one last time”

He stared at you waiting for some disagreement but he saw none, he took this opportunity and kissed you with every love he got for you. Pouring everything.

You can feel his emotions through the kiss and you can’t help but sob, your heart breaking into tiny pieces. Your love with him never faded away but you can’t turn back time now. You are mated to someone and that someone is not Neteyam

“This is a goodbye. Goodbye, my most beloved”

With shaky hands and his body trembling, he kissed your forehead. His hand slipping away from yours, the moment he got out from your place, he bolted and went to his ikran and flew to the place he once shared with you

He close his eyes and hopes that Eywa will take all he have for you. He wants to feel nothing. He wants to feel nothing for you.

“This time…. It is a goodbye.”

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I broke my heart while writing this🥹 shameless tag of this people since you guys commented of that status where I wanna make Neteyam beg😭 @miapanticc, @holdyourwine, @lassiedovefall

[limbokidd]

Vulnerabilities

A 19 days fanfic

This is my first fic so I hope it turned out ok😭

Summary: He Tian breaks the news the Mo that he’s leaving. Mo doesn’t take it well.

TW: Swearing, punching

Beginning:

Making beef stew had become a weekly occurrence as of late. Mo always seemed to find himself in that kitchen making something, whether it be dinner, breakfast, or just snacks.

He went to go and feel the helix that now existed on his ear; still tender, though it had only been done a few days ago so it made sense. Never in his days did Mo think he would let He Tian of all people pierce his ear. He’s only ever seen piercings and something that confines you.

But things have changed now.

The helix feels comforting and safe, a reminder of who cares for him.

Said person enters the kitchen silently, coming up behind Mo to kiss his temple, whispering a small hello. He Tian goes to wrap his arms around Mo and snuggle into his shoulder. This new level of affection was a level He Tian cracked just recently, and he’s so glad Mo finally let him in.

“Hey.” Mo whispers back. He notices that He Tian is hugging him quite tightly, but he doesn’t question the matter. “Is the stew almost done?” He Tian mumbles into the crook of Mo’s neck, pressing little kisses there. Mo puts down the wooden spoon to bring his hand up and push He Tian away, blushing like a mad man. “Be patient, Jesus.”

He’s setting the stew down to cool when He Tian asks him to watch the city with him. “Why the fuck would I wanna do that?” Mo snarls. Such a weird request. He Tian just looks at him.

Mo sees something in his eyes, but he can’t place what it is.

“Please?” He Tian asks again. He says it so gently and honestly, like there’s a hidden meaning to it.

Mo would normally still refuse, but something was telling him that there was more to the story, hidden under the cracks. So he silently walks past He Tian to the window in a silent approval. He Tian follows.

They stand there in silence, the sound of the city only a dull background. Mo wants to say something. The mood feels off, like there’s a tension in the air that won’t lift. He looks to He Tian and sees that he is already looking right back at him.

His smile is laced with hurt. Mo doesn’t know why.

He wants to.

Before he can get anything out He Tian speaks in a hesitant tone. “Mo, I have to tell you something.” Mo starts to worry. He Tian’s tone is serious which means this is something important.

It doesn’t shake the fact that he’s scared of what he might hear.

“I’m leaving. I won’t be coming to school anymore.”

Mo just looks at him. He doesn’t know what to say. Whatever he thought he was gonna say is certainly wasn’t this.

“Wha- what the fuck?” He Tian looks broken now as he processes Mo’s reaction. “I’m not going tomorrow.” He Tian lets out, it’s clear he doesn’t want this either.

Mo can’t process what’s happening. He backs away wide-eyed. “He Tian-“ it comes out broken. After everything they’ve gone through, every moment they shared, the conclusion is that He Tian gets up and disappears?

He Tian rushes towards him, his arms out-

“DON’T fucking touch me.” Mo spits. “You fucking asshole. You don’t want be to abandon you but the moment it’s the other way around you-you just leave? How is that fucking fair?”

He Tian knew this would happen. He doesn’t know how to calm Mo down. “ Mo listen-“ He reaches out a hand to grasp Mo’s shoulder and Mo slaps it away. “No this is bullshit.” He fists his hands into his hair. “This is total bullshit.” He’s trying to hide the wavering in his voice, but it is to no avail.

He Tian hates his Dad more than anything right now. He backs away and exhales. “It’s my dad’s decision. I don’t get a say in what I fuckin do.” He says, voice firm. “You think I want this?”

Mo is shaking his head, slowly curling in on himself. “I finally let myself have this after so long and the first thing you do is fuckin ditch me.” He exhales, staring off into the city as he clutches his hair. “I knew I would regret it. I should’ve never fuckin said anythin.” I should’ve never let you in. He Tian pinches his nose.

“Mo please. You’re making this seem like it’s my fault. It’s not-“

“You’ve found your way around your dads orders before, why can’t you do it this time?” Mo accuses him. He can’t fucking think straight. He doesn’t want He Tian to leave. This is too fucked and he doesn’t know what to do.

“Momo, I can’t run from him forever.” He stares at Mo, eyes pleading. “He Cheng has done his best to let me stay here instead of some shitty private school. He can’t always protect me.”Mo turns to him, anger clearly visible on his face. “Really? That’s the best you’ve got?” He voices. He Tian looked hurt. Mo didn’t care. “How dare you ask me not to abandon you when you just get to leave whenever. Do you know how that makes me feel?” Mo questions. He Tian stands stiffly. “I know I said what I said, but I didn’t know about this before-“ Mo cuts him off. “You’ve known. I saw the note. You knew this was gonna happen and you didn’t say shit.”

He Tian has eyes of shock. Then they turn into a glare. “Would you have reacted differently if I told you earlier?”

Now it’s Mo’s turn to be silent. He Tian continues. “I wanted to savour all the moments I had with you because you finally let your walls down for me. Do you know how happy that made me? To know that you finally felt safe around me? It meant everything. I can’t explain the relief I felt when you saw me as someone you could go to. And yes it was selfish of me to not say anything, but you were finally happy for once in your life, and I wasn’t gonna take that away from you.”

Mo stood dumbstruck. It was too much for him. He needed to back away, close himself in again. He let himself have what he wanted for once and look where it got him.

“Fuck you.” He scowled.

He Tian knows Mo is putting his walls up again. He doesn’t want to be seen as vulnerable. He doesn’t want He Tian to see him loose his composure.

He Tian thinks it’s the only way he will be able to get through to Mo.

He walks towards Mo and hugs him tightly. “GET OFF ME-“ Mo yells as he hits He Tian’s arms, trying to break away from He Tian’s grasp. He Tian just holds him, wincing as Mo hits him with a lot of force. “I’m sorry.” He whispers between hits. “I’m so sorry.” Mo continues to punch and hit, trying to break away from the embrace. “You ASSHOLE-“ He Tian buries his head in Mo’s neck. “I just wanted you to be happy.”

Mo’s hits start to get weaker. “Let me go.” He Tian does not respond, he just squeezes him tighter. “I love you.” His voice is muffled, but he knows Mo can hear him.

Mo finally stops hitting him and he rests his hands at his sides. He hated this. He hated that He Tian had made him feel this way. He hated that he didn’t want him to ever leave him.

He hated that he loved him too.

He stared at the space between them, clenching his fists. “You asked me to stay with you and I stayed. Why can’t you stay with me?” He murmured.

He Tian pulled back to face Mo when he stopped.

Mo was in tears.

He Tian’s heart shattered.

“You can’t leave.” Mo said as tears began to overflow. “You-you can’t just vanish without a warning.”

He Tian cups Mo’s face in his hands and kisses his forehead before going back to hug him again.

This time Mo hugs him back just as hard.

“Please don’t leave.” Mo starts to cry into He Tian’s shoulder. He Tian feels his eyes start to burn as he tucks his head into Mo’s shoulder. “I love you so much.” He Tian says again. He doesn’t know how else he can make Mo believe that he wants to stay, with him.

“I don’t want you to go.” Mo confesses. He Tian nestles into him more when he hears the sobs start. He knows there’s so much Mo isn’t saying. There’s so much he wants to say too, but he doesn’t know how. He hopes that this hug is enough to convey what he wants to say. He knows that communication is not their strong suit, but he will try none the less.

“We’ll be ok. I’m gonna make sure we’re ok.” He states.

He doesn’t know if he’s saying it to reassure Mo or himself.

He rocks them back and forth as he lets that thought hang in the air.

-Fin-

My thoughts on what I think is gonna happen soon🤨 anyways hope u liked it:D

[imzsuzsis-blog]

I saw that Lando was angry and sad, but I knew it was my fucking fault, since coming out, I haven't called him even once.

"Lando, wait, this is my fault, yes, I made a mistake. I should have called you or written to you, but you kissed me. I don't know where to put this, sorry." Looking ahead, I knew this would be hard to digest, even if Logan was watching us. ,,What now?"

"Oscar, are you aware that Lando has a boyfriend?" I laughed at Oscar, who completely freezes upon hearing the news. "Boyfriend?" Who?" I was hoping something or someone from the background would film us or take photos. "I don't know if the birds are fluttering whether it's a Formula 2 guy or Charles' younger brother, I don't know the details either, only that they got together in the penultimate race." My reaction was a slap in the face, but a good one for Logan. "You got this on behalf of Charles, he would do the same for Arthur, damn he loves girls." "It's half true that he's bisexual and Charles knows it." "Fuck or not, Logan"

He giggled at them, his two cubs came last year and are already rumored to be cute. "Is it okay, boys, that the rumor is about my younger brother?" I beat them in the back. "I didn't say that he is with him centrally, but it could also be that he is dating a Formula 2 guy right now, Lando, don't say stupid things." I shook my head because that's what I heard, because they always said that to each other. ,,With who? Ollie?” ,.I don't think Paul or Zak. But they also say that Lando is a transboy and that he will have surgeries, but I think this is just a rumor." Lando was born a girl but claimed to be a boy and they already had and did he already have surgery? What?" ,, It's stopping, I see, I'm here too, fuck you!!! Yes, I was born as a girl, I went through hormone treatment first, ok, I went to a psychologist for a long time before that and only then did I have surgery, you bastards know what a horrible feeling it is when your breasts are taken off you for the fuck, but in the meantime you still menstruated every month because you can't do anything with the fallopian tubes, you stupid idiots . What if I have a boyfriend? Get it! Between you?!”

I started sobbing holding my face again, fuck you stupid American bastard Logan. "Logan, if you do this shit, I'll tell you and your brother Summer Pertty and I'll spit at Jenny Han, you fucking know that I love both the book and the series, you bastard!!!!" I cut my neck and buried my face in my palm, not only sobbing, I started burping. "There's nothing wrong with Lando, he just knows what he's told, it's all rumours." "It's not the OSC, it's true that I got together with one of the F2 drivers and I should have said that, it was even time to coming out a couple of years ago and I wasn't brave enough to stand up and admit it." I cut my beasball hat to the ground, then fell to my knees and howled and burped more than when I was one of the many girls. "Lando?" Osc and Charles hugged me and I hid between them and began to tremble, I could tell this secret was big, but damn big. "What's going on?" "Alex, not now..."

"Is everything okay, Lando?" "Don't fuck me Alex!!!!! Logan, your fucking teammate found out about everything and told Ocsar first and then to Charles, he hates me like a dick!!!!!" "I missed what you were saying?" I'm sorry, but you know that apart from drinking beer, we almost never meet anywhere, buddy." "He said that the fact that I wasn't born a boy has nothing to do with it, I'm a trans boy at the age of twenty-four, I'm more of a trans boy, but I wasn't born a boy, this fucking big thing." "You could have said that even in your old age, Lando, that you were born in the wrong body, and I'll accept you anyway, right?" "I'm gay, I'm gay, and if no one is paying attention or if they don't take me seriously, I'll put on make-up for a more serious date with my boyfriend." "Do you have a boyfriend since you and the mysterious guy started dating?" I crouched down in front of him and caressed his face and he was looking at himself, playing with his lips, I knew he could say something but he didn't dare. "It's been going on for half a year, but it's very secret and he's an F2 guy." I looked up at him and my stomach couldn't take it anymore and I threw up shaking, but this morning vomiting has been going on for three weeks, but I don't understand why it's taking so long, I'm out of it, Sorry, but I'm looking for a pharmacy and taking a pregnancy test, because this is what's causing me to freak out . I'm really sorry guys.” I shouted and ran away.

"Old friend Lando, where are you running again?" Based on the videos, you've been running around the city all week, is that how much you train, my friend?" I ran after Lando, who didn't even notice until I poked him twice on the shoulder, "I'm sorry Carlos, I'm just running to the pharmacy, Max suddenly had an upset stomach and in the middle of the night he sat on the toilet or threw up, I'll take him something to the hotel to make him better, I'm a true childhood friend in this case .” I smiled and crossed my fingers because I lied again. "Nana, you've been lying since you told me you're a trans boy and the first pregnancy worry..." "I'm sorry, I might have failed because I'm three weeks late and I'm nervous, I'm going to get myself tested and yes..." "Landooo, you were NonoRris again and a younger one I liked you boy, who is it?" ,,Fuck Carlos!!!!! Ollie what about you???? heh????” "You idiot, when you got together you were only seventeen, almost pedophilia, are you normal???" I looked in front of me, I put my harp on my lips and showed my middle finger, then I kicked him, "Fuck and he went in too and his family knows him, stupid animal!!!!" Sobbing, I ran on, I didn't care about anyone and nothing, it's not that he's right, it could be a scandal, and we got together, Charile and I, Nick from Heartsopper, and on top of that, it's a secret, which is even sexier, everyone in our relationship can get in on it.

"Thank you, ma'am, one of my friend's girlfriends is going to have a dowry, she is worried that she is pregnant." I ended up coming out of one of these local Asda-like places with an embarrassed face because the pharmacy I was in didn't have a test anywhere, and suddenly there was a shortage of items everywhere. "Lando, what's wrong with me?" "Nothing, nothing Ollie, I just bought myself an apple mini chocolate cake, suddenly I wanted it." "Well, I'll believe it if it's called a pregnancy test and it's not seven days old because that's what's written on it, you're so naive, Landi, a few times, that you've also accepted that boys can be pregnant, come on, let's add that to the list to a WAG.” "I can't be pregnant. How can I say this, I feel inside that it's over, but I was born as a girl and I've already undergone quite a few operations, but my fallopian tubes and uterus have not been removed yet, so the story is long enough." "Wait, are you a transgender man? I don't believe this, but, but why now? It is customary to say this before the first sexual experience or before you meet the family, not just out of nowhere. No, we didn't break up, but don't come up with it like this, but another time." I kissed Landi's forehead, who started to cry and read the instructions on the test box, what and how to do it, "What if it showed more than two or three weeks?" I was shaking, I didn't know what the hell to do now, not because I'm official for the opening ceremony, they specifically asked me to cheer up the people, yes, in the afternoon, so I thought I'd run a little more on the track. "But when in the evening, but what about our date?" "Afterwards" "It's good before bed, but when the hell are we so well divided?" They tell us when and what we can eat, get up, exercise or when we have free time. what the hell will happen if I make it past the fifth month? From then on, I can't even sit in a car according to the rules."

"Lando, are you waiting for him?" but since when?" I pulled him aside in a shopping center where he was looking at the map for some reason. he's not used to going to places like this, only when he's hungry, and that's rare. "George, let me go, I have to pee, I'm serious!!!!" He snapped at me and I started backing away with raised hands when I noticed that he was looking for the nearest Sephora. ,,Sephora seriously? what do you put on makeup for? you are a boy?" "Bastard, if you're a transgender boy and I'm gay, fuck me and I've run out of foundation and I want to buy a new one." "A bit expensive, isn't it? For the sake of your fans, if you can use it, for example, there are cheaper ones at the other store.” "I've tried everything and the only thing that works is the contour, I don't know who it is. It made my skin break out and I use powder, especially loose powder there." Fuck you, you admitted that you spend hundreds of thousands just on make-up because your skin sucks." ,,So what? Do you remember the etiquette rules here?” ,,What do you mean?" "Here you can pee in the toilet and take a pregnancy test because I might be pregnant." "You can't do that anywhere, in fact, I think it's disgusting." "Thank you for your opinion and then your hotel after the date." "Who are you going on a date with?" Ollie, my boyfriemd, we're in the same class, okay? although knowing you, his age will be a problem." "How old is the gentleman?" ,,18" "Here????" "So much and we've already gone to bed, what's wrong with you?" "You stupid Mclaren, he's a member of Ferrari, how could you fuck with him... Let's face it, you can't be blonder."

[actuallysaiyan]

Last Christmas(Vegeta x Fem!Reader)

warnings: mentions of drinking, violence, cheating, Christmastime, Vegeta is soft in this one a/n: First of, I'd like to wish @dreadsuitsamus a very happy birthday!! Secondly, I just wanted to post a little Christmas drabble cause I'll probably be MIA for a few days over the holidays! This has been bouncing around in my head for a few months now, so I hope you enjoy!

“I just don’t think we’re compatible anymore. You’ve changed so much,” your boyfriend Greg says on the phone. You’re completely crushed.

“You’re seriously telling me this on Christmas?”

He sighs, “Come on, baby. You know it doesn’t matter what day of the year it is.”

You hear giggling in the background, and it breaks your heart. You gave him everything and you were so sure you and Greg would be starting a life together. You even bought him such a nice ring to show your love and appreciation. But now that you know he wants to break things off and he’s probably with that damn floozy Candy, you know you should just let it go. 

But the whole year, your heart hurts. And there’s only one person in this whole world who actually seems to be supportive of you. The person is someone who is surprisingly so supportive, but only for you. And Vegeta only supports you by training you and making you become stronger. It just killed him inside to see you so crushed.

You went over to Bulma’s on that christmas day, and the two of you shared a bottle of wine. While Vegeta stayed and trained in the gravity chamber. But he saw just how distraught you had been and it hurt him. He vowed to make you even stronger. It started the day after New Year’s Day. He pulled you aside after your hangover subsided from your three day bender and he told you he would be training you. 

All year, you found the strength inside of you and with Vegeta’s help, you turned into a pretty competent and strong fighter. And soon all the memories of Greg were out of your mind and out of your heart…

Until today, that is. Bulma invited you to a Christmas party, and you were devastated to find out that Greg and Candy had been invited as well. When you confront her about it, she shrugs and says it’s the best way for you to get closure. You’re not very happy about her decision, and she just reminds you that you’re now practically with Vegeta. Though he’s never made it official, the two of you have a very special kind of relationship. He isn’t just your mentor. You’ve slept together a few times and he’s taking you out on a few dates.

But your heart aches when you watch your ex flirt with the girl he cheated on you with. Vegeta isn’t even here yet, and you’re starting to feel just a little lonely. Greg eyes you from across the room, and you pout at him. This isn’t fair. Bulma totally set you up and you feel like you just want to run away from all of this. A few more sips of your drink, and this is all you need before walking up to Greg,

“You have some nerve showing up here,” You spit in his face. Candy clings to him a little harder.

“Awhh, come on, baby. Don’t be mad at me because I found someone better.”

Tears brim your eyes as your anger gets to you, “She isn't better than me. She can never be better than me.”

This makes Candy roll her eyes and she calls you pathetic. You ball up your fists and you feel the anger surging through you, but before you can even punch her, you feel a strong arm on yours. Vegeta is finally here, and he is completely unimpressed by this little display.

“And who are you?” Greg asks, downing the rest of his drink.

“I’m the prince of all Saiyans, that’s who! And you have no right to talk to her like this!”

Greg scoffs, and it all happens so fast after that. Vegeta punches him right in the face and he grabs your hand. You’re both leaving the party, and Vegeta flies you out of the city. He finds a comfortable spot for the both of you in the forest, and the stars are twinkling in the skies. You’re in awe at just how beautiful it is.

“I–I’m sorry for that,”

Your heart skips a beat, “Don’t be. He’s a jerk and deserved it.”

Vegeta pulls you in closer and wraps his arms around you to keep you warm. The two of you share such a tender kiss, it makes you feel so blissfully warm inside. Even though last christmas Greg hurt you so much, you know that this Christmas can be so much better.

“I love you,” Vegeta finally mutters. Your smile widens.

“I love you too, Vegeta. That’s the best Christmas gift I’ve ever received in my life.”

And as the two of you look up at the beautiful stars in the sky, you know that you can have a merry Christmas.

[always-andromeda]

xi. sound of a love song | Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3,111

Summary | The morning after hits you and Joby hard.

Author’s Note | and we’re back!!!! sorry for not updating this one in so long!! I just really wanted to take the time to finish the rest of the fic so I can put it out relatively quickly! also, peep the new title card??? new and improved Joby Taylor is HERE babieee!!

Warnings | slight emotional abuse, slight manipulation, nothing else I can think of!

The sun filtered through the lavender colored curtains, spreading softly across your flowered bedspread from childhood. With the cool early morning air coming in through the open window, you shivered slightly and nestled closer into Joby's chest. Your hand held his in place over your stomach. Though you were bleary eyed and barely awake, you could hear him softly snoring. Before you could think to turn and get a proper look at him in the sunlight, your alarm was blaring.

You reached your arm out and smacked the top of your clock on the bedside table. But the sound persisted. That sound…it was coming from below you. Carefully, you moved Joby’s arm, very grateful that he was such a heavy sleeper.

Peering over the side of your bed, you realized that it was your ringtone, still blasting but muffled from the back pocket of your pants splayed on the carpet. You reached down and fiddled with the jeans until you felt the outline of your phone and pulled it out. William’s caller ID popped up when the screen came to life. Hitting the answer button quickly, you hoped your voice didn’t sound too full of sleep.

The second the line connected, William was in your ear, “Where the fuck are you?” his tone was controlled.

You suppressed a yawn, “Hmm? What?”

“Where. The fuck. Are you?” The anger lacing his voice made any residual drowsiness you had evaporate.

“Oh, umm, I visited some family over the weekend…what’s going on?”

Will’s spitting breath was audible through the speaker, “By any chance do you know where the fuck Joby Taylor is?”

Your grip on the bed sheet strained and your gaze flickered to Joby, his brow slightly twitching, “Umm…no…why? William, what is going on?”

The laugh William let out was humorless, “Oh, nothing, it's just that Joby fucking Taylor is opening for a show tonight and I haven’t been able to contact him for two days now. I thought you said he wasn’t a junkie? Are you sure he isn’t dead in a ditch somewhere?”

You pulled the phone away from your lips for a few seconds, mouthing a curse. Joby had booked a show? And he didn’t even tell you about it? Before Will could start nagging again, you tried to stall for time, “Where are you?”

“Outside of Taylor’s hotel room. The guy at the front desk says they saw him leaving with a girl about two days ago. Sounds like he found some skank and hit the road.” If you were really listening to it, you could hear the wind blowing in the background of the call.

You cringed. “Baby, please calm down. I’ll find him and we’ll wo—”

He interrupted, sounding even more agitated, “Oh, you better fucking find him. You’re supposed to be his handler. So if you don’t get him to the show by tonight, it’s all on you.”

“Baby, I know, just listen—"

He cut you off, the venom positively dripping from his voice, “No, you listen to me. I let you get away with shit that no one else in this business would. But you fuck with my investments, you’ll regret it. Remember that I fucking made you who you are.”

You shut your eyes as if it would silence him, “I know. I know.” The tears were already collecting in your bottom lashes. He finally said the quiet part out loud.

“I need you to fucking say it. That way I know you get it for once.”

You swallowed back the sob that wanted to escape so badly. Joby’s chest rose and fell gently, so unaware of what you were going through. You wanted to throw the phone down and stay right there in that bed with him. But then you’d both be out of jobs. He wouldn’t forgive you if you made him stay. He wanted to make it big. Not this. 

Your voice began to break and you repeated it, “You made me. You made me who I am.” Will was quiet for a beat. If he were there in front of you, he’d be glaring directly into your eyes, searching them for some sort of deceit. You averted your gaze to your hands out of pure habit.

He scoffed. “Find Joby Taylor. Get him to the show by tonight. I’ll send you the location. We’ll talk more about this later.”

“Okay…bye.” The line beeped immediately, almost before you could even finish speaking. Clutching your phone in your closed hand, you were shaking. How could you have been so stupid?

Joby, curled up and hair splayed on your pillow, nuzzled his head deeper into the comfort of the cushion. You said his name once. Nothing. Joby Taylor just had to sleep like a bag of rocks.

“Joby, you gotta get up.” His eyes fluttered open and he blinked a few times before he found you standing beside the bed. 

The goofy grin that formed on his face had you fuming, “Good morning, gorgeous,” he said in his early morning drawl. Any other day, it would’ve made you giggle.

But now, it felt more like an insult than the compliment he meant for it to be, “Are you fucking kidding me? Joby, get up.” You barked.

Joby wasn’t quite getting the memo and rubbed circles on the empty, warm spot beside him, “Heyyyy…come back to bed, I haven’t gotten to kiss you good morning yet.”

“You’re not getting a good morning kiss. Get the fuck up.” You grabbed the pillow you’d been laying on and smacked him on the head with it.

It didn’t hurt but he groaned in pain regardless, “Hmmm,” he grumbled, “What’s your fucking damage?”

“My damage is that you have a show tonight and you didn’t bother to say a fucking thing to me. You just decided that now would be the perfect time for a vacation. Amazing decision making.” You spat back.

Joby was wide awake now and hissed through his teeth, “Shit.” You didn’t tell her? How could you not tell her about the show? You were so worried about getting off that you didn’t say a word to her? You made her cheat and now you’re making her have to pull you out of your shit once again.

Joby finally sat up, shifting to his knees so he could get closer to you. When he tried to grab your arm, you pulled it from his grasp. He couldn’t let this get out of hand; couldn’t let you beat yourself up, “Hey, we’ll figure it out. It’s gonna be okay.” 

You could’ve laughed if you weren’t so upset, “No! You don’t get to act like there’s a we now. Because you did this. If I had known…” You choked, “If I had known you were playing tonight, none of this would’ve happened.”

His brown eyes turned stone cold, “Then I’m glad I didn’t tell you.” His stubbornness hung in the air like sour mustard gas.

You curled your fingers in frustration. “You know what? You’re just as self centered as I always thought you’d be.” You turned to leave the room, “Get yourself ready. I’ll wait in the car.”

Joby was silent. Couldn’t make himself say a word; couldn’t make himself go after you. More than anything…he was confused. And still exhausted. For a second, he wondered if he’d really done something so wrong. As far as technicalities went, the whole night should've been wrong. He shouldn't have been in the bed of someone who was already taken. It wasn't like a situation like that had ever bothered him before. But you were going to draw the line here? You were really going to set a boundary for the sake of your cheating boyfriend?

He scanned his memory as he hurriedly pulled his shirt back on. He'd made you cum. Twice! What more did you want from him? He tried not to let the pain poison his memory of the night as he laced up his boots. It was a good night. Better than he’d had in years, actually. He didn’t have any other experiences to compare it to. Sex was quick; just a bit of fun to pass the time with. But whatever that beast was…it wasn’t simply pleasure for pleasure’s sake, he knew that much was for certain.

Sitting on your bedside, mind racing, he saw it peeking out from under the bed.

Joby pulled at the dark leather corner, realized it was your journal as he exposed the cover more and more. It must've fallen out of your bag as you hastily redressed and gathered your things. He couldn’t pretend to be ashamed when he tore it open.

He sifted through all of your words. This was the most private piece of you. The part that you hadn't let anyone in on. William may have fucked you too but Joby was willing to bet you wouldn't have let him see this. Especially because half of the pages are scrawled with terrible memories and emotions that he had given you. Joby felt equal parts a voyeur and your familiar as he searched for a piece of himself in all of the handwriting.

Maybe he was trying to comfort himself. Trying to find some sort of explanation for the pounding in his head. He’d only had half a beer the night before, not nearly enough for him to get drunk, let alone hungover the morning after. All he needed was a sign that he wasn't delusional. 

Joby didn't find it until he flipped to the last page you filled in. And he knew for sure that finally, you wrote about him. And the hopeful feeling it gave him was quite possibly sweeter than when he came the night before. 

Hiding behind a cigarette smokescreen, dancing when I fall asleep

That bottle of rouge makes me want to know you

Wasting away on the vine, at least I have your brown eyes

Sink in your teeth and bite, hope it doesn't cause a blight

That sound you made makes me wanna stray

Tangled in your chain, strangle me until only my body remains

Underneath the words were doodles of an eye, a wine bottle, and a hand, curved and reaching towards something you hadn’t had a chance to finish yet. His finger traced over the confident ink strokes of your pen. He hadn’t fully realized just how much he liked your handwriting until now. Each line was messy, and he imagined that they looked just as frantic in your own mind. He liked you when you were rougher around the edges.

Besides that, he knew it was him. He'd made it into your mind. It's all the confirmation he needed for him to be able to close the book with a slap. He was only mildly ashamed at the invasion of privacy he'd committed. But he'd done worse to make ends meet. You were crying out for someone to pay attention. How was he supposed to tell you more than he already had that he was there?

"You kids sleep well last night?" your mother asked him as he came down the stairs. 

Joby fought to hold back an incredulous laugh. "Something like that."

"Sit down for a second,"

"She's waiting for me--"

"If she's got a problem with it, you tell her to take it up with me," Joby saw a flash of assertion that ran through your mother's eye that hinted at her authority. Even after all this time of you being on your own, she was very much still your mother. What struck him even more was how similar she was to you. Soft, but still able to administer a command that had him plopping down on the stool in front of the kitchen counter.

"Eat," she slid a bowl of fruit his way, "I'm sure a young man like you, on the road all the time, hardly gets decent food in his system." Joby rolled his eyes and took a strawberry with the stem cut off between his fingers, biting at the tip of it with his incisors.

Your mother was slicing up fruits and putting them in the bowl Joby now ate from. After a few seconds of the soft sounds of the blade hitting the cutting board, she set the knife down and stared hard at him.

"You're not a good guy, are you?" she said, slowly blinking, "Not traditionally, at least."

"I guess you could say that," he relented, sucking a breath in through his teeth before popping a blueberry into his mouth.

Your mother tapped her fingernails on the counter, thinking. "I have no idea how she ended up with that boyfriend of hers." She chuckled bitterly, "Well, I do know. She wanted more. More than this. And I don't blame her. But that man is worse than anything she could've gotten staying here."

"I-- um...he's certainly an interesting guy." Joby nodded quickly, trying to keep his own opinions locked up in his head. Normally, he would’ve jumped at the chance to bad mouth William. Sure, he was employing him and giving the shot at a brighter future. But in his mind, that meant nothing if he had to keep watching William walk all over you.

For all the restraint he was exercising, your mother was doing nothing of the sort, "He's a motherfucker." Joby's mouth hung open but he quickly pursed his lips. Your mother's tone got brighter, "I know you're thinking it too. The way she talks about him, I swear--" she stopped herself as though she was afraid of going too far.

She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes, unclenching her fist on the counter, "I did everything in my power to make sure that girl grew up well. And so to have her think that is all she deserves…” your mother shrugs before her arms went limp at her sides, “It’s difficult watching a person you love suffer and not be able to do a thing about it."

Joby's mood shifted slightly. He understood the feeling all too well.

"I love her." He said simply.

Your mother pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, "Oh, I know. That's why I think it's so stupid that you kids can’t say a damn word about it. Maybe I'm just too old for this shit, but I don't get why you kids pussyfoot around everything. Because at my age, when you love someone, you show it."

Joby snickered, "I don't think she'd be too happy about me showing it."

"Do you wanna know how many people she's brought home?" your mother's eyebrows raised, questioning him. Joby fell silent. "None. None of her coworkers, none of her friends, and certainly not that motherfucker of a manager. But she brought you. She cares about you; she trusts you. Don't waste that." her voice reduced to almost a whisper.

Swallowing one last bite of his strawberry from the fruit bowl, Joby placed his palm on the right pocket of his jeans. He still felt the square contour of the folded papers he'd taken the night before. He'd taken them on an impulse, not quite knowing what to do with them. But he had a pretty good idea now.

He smiled one last time at your mother and offered a single nod, wordlessly thanking her for the talk before saying that he probably shouldn't keep you waiting for much longer. You were already upset enough with him.

Why he hadn't said anything about the show somewhat escaped him. Between the drinking and the spontaneous trip, he'd somehow forgotten. It wasn't intentional. He wasn't even sure if he himself had been fully tuned in when William had first booked him for the show. Joby wasn't great at checking emails or calling back. Will could have been calling him repeatedly, and with his phone dead the majority of the time, Joby wouldn't have known.

Judging by your straight forward stare and rigid posture, Joby was sure that you knew. Will must've said something; must've given you shit for his mistakes. For that, Joby felt guilty. But not nearly enough for him to apologize. He'd apologized enough over shit that he'd done. The night before...that wasn't something he ever intended to feel sorry about.

This time you turned on the radio. Being so far out in the middle of nowhere, the local country radio station played fuzzily through the speakers and continued getting more crackled as you drove further away from town. Joby reached forward to turn it off when you cleared your throat.

"Leave it alone," you said with such sharpness that forced him to comply.

You hadn't been this cold to him in all the weeks you'd known him. Even when you were upset, it was usually easy for him to lighten the burden with a few clumsy jokes or a sly smile. He knew that tactic wouldn't have any sort of staying power now. That's why he was glad to have a plan. As terrifying as sincerity sounded, it was the next logical thing to act upon. At least he hoped that it would seem logical to you.

You pulled into the parking lot of the concert hall and went around to the back where the crew and musical talents could enter safely. As you parked and took the key out of the ignition, you took a deep breath. Your hands gripped the wheel tighter and you slowly closed your eyes. Just like that, Joby watched the tension that kept you frozen seem to melt away as you took measured breaths.

"You keep your shit together. And if you say anything about what happened last night--" you paused, not being able to meet his eyes. "Just don't tell anyone, please." you opened your door and got out before Joby could object.

He scoffed; couldn't contain his wince as you slammed the car door shut.

"Okay." he said simply, though he knew you wouldn’t hear it.

As much as he sympathized with you, he couldn’t understand it. You’d said you’d wanted him to ruin your reputation. Right before he plunged into the crook of your neck and finished the job he’d started so long ago. He felt like he’d been waiting a lifetime for that moment.

Though you were purposely distancing yourself from the memory, Joby knew he’d never be able to erase it. He just kept replaying how he’d said he loved you over and over again. As he clicked off his seatbelt and climbed awkwardly out of your car, he saw you already walking off towards the back of the venue.

Here we fucking go.

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[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #13

Prompt: Anxious Stomach

Fandom/OCs: Vicar ‘verse OCs

Words: 590

Inspiration: None

Author’s comments/background: A long time ago I read about a famous preacher (I forget who it was) who reported that he was sick/threw up every time he had to preach and that concept stuck with me, that he would be so dedicated that he was willing to put up with physical misery so often because he felt he had a calling on his life. That seemed to suit my vicar perfectly, and that’s how this little drabble came to be. (Read the vicar’s first story here)

CW: Mentions of nausea/v*miting/emeto 

~~~***~~~

Lydia remembered vividly the first time she learned of the vicar's… condition. They were newlyweds, only having been married a mere two weeks, and it was the first time the vicar had held the service as a married man. Sunday morning had arrived and Lydia made note that her new husband refused any food or drink before rushing out the door to the parish. She hurried through her own breakfast so she could arrive shortly after him, knowing all eyes would be on her that week more than ever before and wanting to make a good first impression as the vicar's wife. 

Upon arriving, Nicholas was nowhere to be found. Assuming he was preparing for the service, she set off on her own on a leisurely walk to pass the time before the service started. She was coming around the back of the church building when she heard someone violently retching. Hurrying to see if they needed help, she was shocked to find her husband the vicar leaned over in the bushes, holding his abdomen as he forcefully vomited, though the contents of his stomach seemed to be only thin bile. She was at his side in a moment, but his shoulder jerked away from her hand when she tried to touch him. She kept her hand to herself after that, but began to coo sympathetically once the heaving had subsided. 

"Oh my dear, you are ill! You poor thing. Come, let's get you home. You must be feeling awful."

She reached toward him again, but he waved her away dismissively as he continued to cough and spit into the grass. Finally he rose, turning to face her with a guarded gaze as he wiped his chin and forehead. 

"I'm not sick," he said, so softly that she had to lean on to hear him. "This happens every time I have to preach. I have something of an anxious stomach, though you are the first to discover the evidence of it, which I suppose is fitting. I've hidden it these many years. I'm trying to serve the Lord faithfully, as he would have me do, but my heart quickens whenever I face a crowd. When I think too long about going up there, with all those faces staring back at me…" He swallowed convulsively, looking green again. "... But I cannot imagine doing anything else. This is my calling. Even if my body seems to feel I'm not equal to it."

Lydia's hand was over her mouth by the end of his tale. "So… you endure this… every Sunday?"

He nodded. "In truth, I'm accustomed to it now. You needn't worry about me. I will be well in no time." 

"You amaze me, dear Nicholas," she murmured. "I never guessed the extent of your courage, to willingly face so great a fear every week." 

He shook his head. "Do not honor me for my human frailty. But I ask as your husband that you never mention this to anyone. It's my life's greatest shame."

"I shall take it to the grave. But now, let me fetch you a drink of water."

"That would be most appreciated."

~~~

She never told a soul all the days of her life about his condition, as he called it, and he endured it silently until the day he preached his final sermon. However, from that day forward, Lydia made sure to tuck a handful of dried ginger into his pocket each Sunday as a reminder to them both that she was his partner in all things.

[curedestiny4]

Max’s Moonshine

(In Central Park of New York City, on the park tables there was Max in a business suit. In front of him were Balthazor, Tina and Don.)

Max: Okay, so hear me out. This right here is not just any good shit. It’s the goddess of good shit for whichever single shit in the universe would commit a genocide. Are you ready to have your minds blown to pieces? So hear me out. (Pulls out a jar of pink blood) Bloooood~.

(After a few seconds of brief silence, Balthazor tried to speak but Max continues his spiel as he added a couple things in the jar of blood.)

Max: Add some sugar, a few swigs of gin, shake it up so the sugar properly dissolves. Unlike fruit-based liquors, you don’t have to wait several months for the sugar to dissolve in their juice. Just a few shakes are more than enough, especially if the blood is fresh thanks to your body leaking it out. And voila!

(As Max demonstrated his recipe, the trio had mixed expressions (Tina covering her mouth before vomiting under the table in disgust, Balthazor looking on in confusion before turning to his wife and Don looking visibly angry) before Momoko shows up in the background to see what was happening.)

Max: This is how you make yourself some… (Takes a sip of the drink) Max Shine.

Don: Christ! Did this year’s Academy Awards fuck you up so badly that your coping solutions are blood liquors?!

Max: Nah, I’m just mad at that stupid yato.

Don: Oh.

Max: Always busy with work she says yet she decided to procrastinate every weekend with that boyfriend of hers, leaving us here in this broken ass state just long enough for her to forget about her purpose here. (Inhales and exhales) I’m more than just a stupid freelancer that does his job improperly! I deserve some respect here!

Alastor: I swear I just--. (Trips onto the ground and gets up) Shoot. Has anyone seen Husker’s gin bottle?

Max: Hey Al.

Alastor: Hmm?

Max: (shows the radio demon the Max Shine he made) Try this!

Alastor: Hmmm… (sniffs it a little, shrugs, takes a drink and swishes it in his mouth) Hmmm, it needs some ice cubes.

Max: Fuck, I knew it! I’m sorry pal.

Alastor: Well it’s still interesting.

Don: (turns to Haleigh drinking as she was recording) Seriously?! How many shots was that!?

Haleigh: (spits out her sake) Ah shit, I don’t know! Maybe 10 without the credits? (Laughs and wheezes as she knocks onto the ground with her camera)

(The demon couple and Don break the fourth wall and see there was indeed a 10 in the words “Shot_10”)

Don: (deadpan) Very clever.

(As the credits roll, we see Balthazor and Tina sleeping under a willow tree as Momoko was comforting a sulking Don and Haleigh was playing on her Switch.)

Alastor: (offscreen) Oh! Heh heh, I just got that. Very clever! You know, you could also add some lime and salt just like in a margarita.

Max: (offscreen) Nah, I think that would be too much.

Alastor: Worth it!

(NOTE: Yeah I know this is different from my other posts but I wanted to make this one feel right at home.)