#the fifth gif 🥺

[roderickstrongs]

Whatever we do, we can't hurt her. Her? I'm worried about us.

Johnny Cage and Kenshi Takahashi in Mortal Kombat 1 (2023)

[nctdream]

countdown to haechan’s birthday: (d-1) ↳ haechan’s year in review 🌟

[tennis-kittens]

Santa Clara collection • Andrey Rublev and Karen Khachanov • Miscellaneous

[mrs-kelly]

it's always charlie (3/150)

[hopeluna-archived]

🥺👉🏻👈🏻 If you’re still taking drabble requests, I would love to see your spin on something for Barbatos or Asmo.

I’m completely normal about them, I swear.

I deeply apologise for what i'm about to do jes <33

Drabble ask game

"If i'm more pretty, do you think they'll like me?"

The silence that followed gets broken by Asmo's laugh. He mutters a small "idiot", shaking his head, chuckling at the mirror in front of him.

Well, the half broken mirror. Most of the broken shards and pieces were on the floor anyway, few embedded on his knuckles.

Looking around the room, Asmo sighed tiredly. Pillows strewn around on the floor, torn pillows ; his pristine silk bedsheets all crumpled up on the floor too. His beauty and skin care products were more or less useless now, most of them had their products dumped in the sink, some in the trash. He supposed, in a ironic way, it was a beautiful mess.

Lucifer was definitely not going to be pleased and so, albeit reluctantly, Asmo got up to first clean his hands. A little magic would cover and heal it up.

This was the fourth-no fifth "breakdown" he has had in a week. Not his proudest moment. Its all your fault really, or at least that's what he tries to tell himself.

Asmo knew he was pretty. He is pretty. Its a fact. But then again, beauty is subjective, isn't it?

So, maybe he wasn't pretty to you. He has tried to change to your preferences though. He's wore perfumes you'd like, clothes that you find attractive, colours that you love. He doesn't understand why it's not working, he's tried everything.

Asmo knows this is pathetic but what can he do? His looks, as he's been told, are all he's got. So if you don't like his looks, you're never gonna want to speak to a ugly Asmo!

The next morning comes and he's there for breakfast as usual, joking and talking with his brothers as if he did not want to peel his skin off last night.

"You know- I have to say, I think blue looks really attractive on some people!-" his ears perk up as he glances at your direction as you talk animatedly with a hardly-listening Beel munching on his and your food.

I could use some blue in my wardrobe. Asmo continues eating as he makes a mental note to go shopping later.

© hopeluna. Do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work in this or any other site. Do not steal or modify my ideas/concepts either.

[widowbitessting]

Sugar Mommies Season 2, Pt:5

Welcome cuties to the fifth instalment of Sugar Mommies. I hope it was worth the wait! <3 I - just like Carol - am frantically trying to find a way to bring Natasha and Wanda home. Please bare with and if the certain nonnie who is pestering me about it, could kindly stop, that would be ace.

Enjoy lovies!

Xoxo

Livvy

Polite Reminder That All My Work - Especially For Sugar Mommies - Is 18+! Minors Do Not Interact

You can’t stop yourself from checking your cell after roughly one minute and twenty five seconds.

Taking it back from your pocket between two fingers as if it was covered in something disgusting. 

You swipe away the unwanted messages as you excitedly look at the current unread message from your Wanda.

Your safe space. 

One of your safe people. 

Your woman in shining armour. 

Wands (17:43): Natty and Carol are talking about work, boring or what? :(

The smile forming on your face looks goofy but you do not care. 

At all.

Y/N (17:43): I knowww! 

You glance over at Carol, where she’s still talking on the phone to Natasha; power radiating off her. 

Y/N (17:43): They took over before I could get a chance to talk to you, Wands :( 

You watch the three dots dance as Wanda types her reply. 

Wands (17:44): I know, how mean of them! I’d call you now but I need to be on standby in case I’m needed for boring work related duties. I miss you kitten <3 

Y/N (17:44): That sucks. At least we’re talking now, kinda. I miss you more :(

Wands (17:45): You better not be sad, my love! I can’t cheer you up from here!

Wands (17:45): Oh wait, yes I can! Watch this!💕

It takes Wanda a full minute - and yes, you timed her - to send a cute gif of two cats cuddling. 

Wands (17:46): Tada! How cute is that?? 🥺

Y/N (17:46): Did you just learn how to do that…? I’m shocked you even know what a gif is!😂

Wands (17:46): No…what? I’m not that old, kitten!

You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle your laugh.

Y/N (17:47): Sure you’re not…grandma.

Wands (17:47): Excuse me? Grandma? Have you forgotten your place since we’ve been away, kitten? 

Y/N (17:48): Nope. I just felt like trying a new nickname, not a fan?

Wands (17:49): Would a grandma be able to do this?

Two minutes later and Wanda eventually sends her chosen gif over to you and you can’t help but bark out in laughter; hastily covering your mouth.

It’s a gif of hand wrapping around someone’s neck. 

Wands (17:50): Something I am itching to do to you. 

Wands (17:50): Or this.

Another gif comes through and this time it’s of an ass being smacked. 

When the next one shows up on your phone, you purse your lips and stare straight ahead; refusing to let yourself blush too much. 

It’s a gif of a woman being collared. 

Wands (17:52): I can keep them coming, Y/N. Trust me.

You cast a sidelong glance at an old lady next to you; just in case she happens to be peering over your shoulder.

But she isn’t even bothered by you. 

No, she’s far too engrossed in her novel.

“50 Shades -” You snort and cover your face with your hands.

You could not make this stuff up. 

Another gif comes through and you end up calling Wanda without fully thinking. 

She picks up on the second ring. 

“What a pleasant surprise.” She says. “Even if I did tell you I can’t call, baby girl. Are we struggling to understand basic information?” 

“I - I, I don’t know why I called…” You stammer. 

“Don’t go shy on me now, kitten. Tell mommy why you called her. Go on.” Wanda replies, “quickly now.”

“Erm,” You clear your throat. “I called you to ask you to stop sending the gifs…”

“And why is that, baby?” Wanda asks, highly amused. “Are you getting all flustered?” 

“So what if I am?”

“You’re getting defensive too.” Wanda replies. “Aw sweet little baby; is mommy making you all flustered?”

“I - no. Shut up.”

“Did you just tell me to shut up?”

Wanda’s tone changes and you immediately know your mistake. 

It’s like you can pinpoint exactly when all the blood drains from your face.

“I -” 

“ - because I know for a fact, good girls don’t tell their doms to shut up.”

“But - ”

“And you’re my good girl, aren’t you, kitten?” 

You’re silent for a good ten seconds. 

Words and your brain are just utterly failing you.

Wanda loves it. 

She waits patiently for you to catch up. 

“I - w…well. Yeah.” You manage to squeak out. 

“I’ve not had the chance to play Dom since leaving you, kitten.” Wanda sighs. “Now I’ve got you one on one, I can. I’ve missed it. Almost as much as I’ve missed you, little one.” 

You nervously glance at Carol, who just happens to glance at you at the same time. She offers you a wink. 

You mentally curse your cheeks for blushing crimson. 

Carol will for sure know something is up. 

“Where did you go, my gorgeous girl? Come back to mommy.”

“I’m here.” You mutter, “I’m here.” 

“Are you okay?” Wanda asks. 

“Yes…”

“Hi, baby.” Carol smiles, appearing out of thin air. 

She places your drinks on the table.

“Oooh,” You hear Wanda say on the phone. “That’s why you’re distracted. Captain is with you again, isn’t she?” 

“Maybe.” You reply, thanking Carol when she slides your drink over to you.

“Is that Wanda?” She asks. 

You nod, blowing on your coffee.

Carol takes your phone from you and holds it to her ear.

“Shouldn’t you be working, kitten?” 

“...hi Carol…” 

“Hi, bunny.” Carol replies, “shouldn’t you be working?” 

“I am working…” 

“No, little liar. You’re talking to our baby girl.” 

Wanda sighs. 

“Go and do some work, cheeky thing.” Carol says. “We will talk to you later, okay?” 

“But I miss Y/N.”

“Don’t you miss me?” 

“Not as much as I miss my detka.” 

“Go and do some work, brat. We will speak to you later”

Carol ends the call and wordlessly hands you back your phone, rolling her eyes for good measure. 

“Brats.” She smirks. “Constant pests in my life.” 

You smile back, nudging her with your foot. 

“Yes, Y/N? Something to add?” Carol asks. Her eyes are bright, playful.

“...just that I’m glad I’m not one.” 

“Oh?” Carol sniggers, cocking her head to the side. “Is that so, kitten?”

“Mhmm,” You reply, biting into your chosen treat. Its filling oozes out of the pastry and spills onto your fingers. 

The crumbly exterior tumbles onto the chipped white plate.

You expect Carol’s attention to switch to that. 

To watch the chocolatey goo dribble down your fingers. 

But she doesn’t.

No. 

Her eyes are trained fully on you. 

Completely invested in what you have to say.

You chew and swallow. “I’m an angel. What can I say?”

Carol laughs.

A solid, belly laugh. 

“Oh honey,” she says, moving from her chair to sit next to you. “You might not be in the same league as Wanda when it comes to being a little brat; but you can’t deny that its there. I see the sparkle in your eye, small one.”

You watch her, mouth agape; and God, you want nothing more than to reply back with a witty remark. 

“And baby girl, it’s there. I see it right now.”

One hand goes to rest on your knee, while her other arm drapes around your shoulders. 

“Do it,” Carol baits, “go on. Be a brat. I dare you.”

Yup. That was a mistake.

The word dare triggers something in your brain. 

And who are you to ever step down from a dare?

Your chocolate covered hand moves to Carol’s face, quicker than you thought you could move it, but she catches your wrist without so much as a blink. 

The tip of your finger is mere inches from her cheek.

You could still do it. 

Wiggle your hand out of her stupidly strong grasp…

“Only, if you do decide to be a brat, Y/N, just know, you won’t be cumming for an entire week. Do I make myself clear?”

It’s like she burnt you. 

Your hand jerks free from her grasp and you hastily move it away.

“That's what I thought.” 

“That’s…” 

“That’s what, honey?” Carol asks you, handing you a moist hand wipe from her purse. 

You take it gladly and wipe your sticky hands clean. 

“Nothing…” You reply, scrubbing at a stubborn patch on your index finger. “Forget I said anything.” 

“Clever girl.” Carol says, grabbing her drink and taking a much needed sip. 

She glances at you as you pick up your own drink. “Otherwise I’d have had to teach you a lesson right here in this cafe.” 

Carol can’t help but chuckle at your response; the small jerk as you register her words. Your startled “Oh!” as some of the liquid sloshes over one side of your cup and onto your lap. 

“Careful there, baby.” 

Carol takes a spare napkin from the table and presses it down onto the wet patch on your thigh. 

“T-thanks…” 

“Spill anymore and it’ll look like you’ve wet yourself…or let me have my way with you.” 

Your eyes snap up to hers in time to catch the wink.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Carol says, removing her hand from your thigh. 

It mercifully lets your brain restart and you let out a slightly shaky breath. 

“Tease.” 

“Oh? And here’s me thinking you liked my teasing…” Her lips press onto your cheek. “But I’ll stop. I think the barista can see your blushing cheeks from all the way at the till.” 

You nudge Carol with your shoulder, glaring up at her. 

“Have you finished?” 

“For now.” She says. “Come on, eat your snack baby. And drink up before it gets cold.” 

You both sit in silence for a few minutes after that. 

You, nibbling away while Carol sits with one arm behind you; fingers twirling your hair. 

She looks content. Happy. Relaxed.

But on the inside, her brain is working through a hundred different problems.

Trying to remember dates and employees names; and whether she emailed specific people back. 

But for you, she’s keeping her composure. 

Determined to keep it together, just for you. 

“When we get home, love, I might have to disappear for a little bit. Do some work to try to help ease Natasha and Wanda’s load. Is that okay?” 

“Of course.” You reply. “Is there anything I can do to help? I’m a fast typer. Or I can make phone calls for you?” 

At that, Carol smiles, pulling you somehow closer to her side. 

“My lovely, sweet girl. Thank you. But I’ll be okay. I need to concentrate. If you’re there trying to help, I’d just get distracted…” 

You try to fight back a smile. 

“I could make us dinner then?” 

“Much better, my little chef. I might have the perfect outfit for you to wear too, whilst you cook.” 

“Is that so?” You shift in your seat so you’re facing Carol. 

“Mhm,” she replies. “I wouldn’t want you to get your clothes dirty whilst you create a mess in the kitchen.”

“I can’t wait to see this outfit then…” 

You’re leaning forward, hands cupping both of Carol’s cheeks, when you hear MJ’s voice. 

“Y/N!” 

The two of you groan and pull apart, just in time to watch as MJ shimmies through a small gap between two chairs. 

“Y/N! Why don’t you answer your phone anymore?” 

“Sorta got into the habit of ignoring you when I’m occupied…” You mumble. “Why is it always you?”

“Don’t you have other friends to pester, MJ?” Carol mutters, earning an elbow jab to her ribs.

“Y/N, please, you’ve gotta come; it’s an emergency!” 

You sit up straighter in your seat. 

“What?” 

Every disastrous scenario you can think of flickers through your head. 

“What’s happened? 

“Just come on, Y/N. Please!” 

“But I don’t -”

“Now! I don’t have time to explain.” MJ inspects your barely touched drink. “I’ll buy you another one later. And two cookies if you just get up and move. I’m ageing here, babe; come on.”

“Probably because you’re being elusive as fuck right now, MJ.” Carol mutters, checking her nails. 

“I don’t have time for your snark, Danvers; come on Y/N! Please!”

“Right, right, okay, let me grab my stuff.”

MJ yanks you up. 

Nearly tearing your arm out of your socket as she does so.

How she doesn’t knock the table over as you’re dragged to your feet is beyond you.

“It’s an emergency, quick, come on!”

“It’ll be more of a fucking emergency if you dislocate my shoulder, MJ!” 

Carol sighs and stands up; only to be glared at by MJ. 

“Not you! Best friends only.”

You can only cast a I’m sorry glance back at Carol before you’re towed away. 

“Call me when you’re done, hon!” Carol shouts after you, smiling as you try your hardest to not fall over your own two feet. 

Once outside, MJ doesn’t stop towing you.

She doesn’t even check if you’re behind her. She just marches on, switching to a run, assuming the hand she has a grip on is still attached to your body. 

When you eventually do go down, MJ finally decides her rapid pace is a little excessive and allows you to walk by her side; even if it is still a rather quick walk. 

“Gonna tell me - ah cramp, cramp!” You fall into MJ’s side, clutching your side. “Fuck, I’m so unfit, ow!” 

“How are you like this when you have three women who fuck you, Y/N?”

“I -” You slap her arm, “MJ!” 

“What? It’s true!” 

“Slow down, please, I’m gonna pass out.” 

“You have got to work on your stamina, love.” 

“Where are we going, MJ?”

“Round the corner, Peter should still be there.” 

“What the fuck are you talking a…bout…” 

You stand there, dumbfounded, at the sight of Peter holding a small golden retriever in his arms. 

“Hi, Y/N!” 

“That’s a dog…”

“It’s actually a puppy…” Peter replies, taking a small step towards MJ when you glare at him.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious. I can see that. Why are you holding a puppy? What’s going on?” 

“We found him on our way to get a coffee. I’m in love, Y/N. I’m keeping him. Meet Spider-pup!” 

[sennaverstappen]

ROUND 10/23 ⸺ austrian grand prix ✩ 02.07.2023

maple's rating: ★★★★ (9.4/10)

☁︎ click read more facts, highlights & experiences ☁︎

✩ facts

this is max's fifth win at austria, making this the track he has won most at! 🥰💌

this is also a good track for charles, since this is his fourth podium here, more than any other track! ☀️☀️

max's consuctive laps led stopped here - at 248 laps, only beaten by ayrton senna & alberto asceri 🌷✨

max surpasses ayrton in total race wins 🥺

max has now won more races in the last 14 months than kimi has won in all his career

and this was only checo's first podium at the red bull ring!

✩ raceweek highlights

✩ qualifying

valterri's car smoking in q1, bringing out the red flag 🔴‼️‼️💥💥

track. limits 😵😵

checo out in q2; likely place for him to be found BUT - george and oscar are also out because of track limits 😭

max on pole!! 💕💕💕🙏🙏

✩ sprint shootout

nyck outqualifying lewis in sq1

zhou off the track...

charles impeding oscar

lewis out in sq1 🥺🥺🥺

a haas in the air (very scary) 🗣️🗣️

nico p4! wow!

max triple purple + pole 😁😁😁✨✨✨✨✨

✩ sprint

max and checo fight in the first turn, almost colliding

max complaining on the radio about checo LMAO

max making a 21 second gap in a fucking sprint race 💌🙏🌷💥‼️💕💕🥰🥺

✩ race

yuki in the gravel

lando snitching on lewis

carlos begging the team to let him overtake charles

lewis complaining about how bad his car is

lewis given the black and white flag

nico dnfing

lewis getting a 5 second penalty

a really fun battle between lewis and carlos

lewis snitching on checo

esteban getting a penalty

nyck pushing kevin off the track

toto: lewis the car is bad we know, please drive it

checo and carlos battle on track

max's final lap pitstop for fastest lap 💀

✩ miscellaneous

really cute lestappen interactions after quali

the famous charles wink + handshake

✩ maple's diary

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

Countryside

Oneshot Summary; You visit John’s home for the first time on a dinner date.

Pairing: John Price x reader (sunshine!universe)

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Oneshot

Word; 8.8k

Warnings; so godawful much fluff, smut (MDNI, 18+), p in v, dry humping, riding, dirty talk, clothed sex, implied age-gap, DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing​

A/N: Ma boy is so whipped😭🥺 Like this is the fluffiest smut I’ve ever written.

SUNSHINE UNIVERSE MASTERLIST

You brush your hand down the silky material of your dress, eyes flickering, taking in your surroundings as you drive down a narrow road. It's barely big enough for two meeting cars.

The area you're passing through can't be called a suburban. Despite driving past varying sizes of houses and their properties rather than apartments, too few people live here.

You're a decent distance away from the city and have been for some while. Something that only becomes more obvious the further you drive. You've met bout a dozen other cars up until now and you presume there'll be even fewer further ahead. The houses you pass become bigger, the accompanying land more expansive.

Once again, you drop one hand to the edge of your dress, dragging your palm down the material to dry off the imagined sweat.

You don't know why you're nervous. This will be your and John's fifth official date and not even anything fancy. Still, it ain't no stroll through the park, wrapped up with a stop at the local coffee shop in your area. No weekday evening spent at your place on a whim. Nor some activity like the last time, when John arranged a liqueur tasting with one of his favourite retailers of his favoured scotch.

This time you are on your way home to John.

He'd suggested it during your last date when you relaxed at your place after the evening of liquor tasting. One that left you tipsy and him, though not close to even slightly intoxicated, smiley and definitely much softer around the edges.

The decision you two would spend the night together wasn't pre-decided. You'd planned to go on the drinking experience and then have something to eat. Afterwards, John would walk you home, and stay for some time, before heading down to his car parked outside your building, needing to go home, as he was scheduled at the base in the morning.

'No deployment, simply meetings and paperwork', he'd said, continuing his argument that more than a few hours was enough for the slight amount of alcohol to subside enough to drive, especially after eating well before and after.

But the night took a turn, though not an unwanted one.

After the tasting, you and John had strolled down the streets, the nippy air refreshing but not chilling. Your hand had been wrapped around his bicep, his warmth inviting enough that you pressed close to his side.

What stopped your tracks was when you passed a pub. John had mentioned he stops by when in the city, 'You should give the food a try, one of the best around'. You looked at him while he'd said it, tugging his arm. It earned his attention, his blue eyes dropping to you from the place across the street.

'I'm not opposed to a takeaway', you'd suggested, feeling how tiredness had gradually settled in your bones. John only smiled, neither he seemingly fancying a dinner at some restaurant, and pulled you with him to the place.

Familiar with the man behind the bar, he was warmly welcomed as you stepped through the doors.

Nothing happened when you returned to your apartment with a takeaway bag. Not as when John had visited that first time after meeting at Marissa's pub... or some afterwards. You'd only sat on your couch, eating dinner by the coffee table rather than the dining table as some random show played on the TV. One you and John criticised between bites.

The enormous portion made you feel stuffed halfway through, which made you flop back on the couch with a satisfied sound. Having balanced a fine line between sleepy and slowly clearing tipsiness, you'd watched John close the takeaway boxes, putting yours in the fridge while scrapping his empty one.

As he returned, he'd smiled down at you. 'Scoot over'.

You'd shuffled to make room for him and once John settled comfortably, you rested between his legs, your upper body on his as your head was propped on his chest.

The sound from the TV faded. The two of you laid like that, having talked and laughed. And then, when you parted from a kiss where you barely contained your giggles for long enough to happen, whatever dry joke of his not wanting to die in your head, 'Watcha sayin', wanna have our next cosy hour at mine?'

He'd taken you off-guard, brows having shot up as you studied John. Soon enough, however, you'd nodded with a grin and kissed him, jokingly having asked, 'Getting tired of the city, ain't you?' John had shaken his head in amusement. 'Only wanna show I want you at my place as well'. He'd made your heart flutter an unhealthy amount as you gazed at him. 'Should I wear that dress then, so I know I'll be let in?'

You'd referred to what John had said the first night he stayed at your place and his home had been brought up.

He'd looked almost bashful for a second before he brought you closer, arms tightening around your waist. 'Gonna let you in whatever you wear, but I wouldn't complain'.

You'd chuckled, leant in close and kissed him after that.

Afterwards, things had slowed and you wouldn't put it past yourself that you occasionally had fallen asleep in his arms. At some point, the soothing motion of John's hand travelled to your neck.

Neither of you had been too invested in whatever played on the TV compared to the other's presence.

'Should be on my way then', his low voice brought you out of your partly dazed, if nothing incredibly relaxed, state. You'd blinked your eyes open, not having slept but merely enjoying the moment. 'You don't think I'm letting you drive, are you?' You'd looked up at him. Yes, you'd wanted him to stay despite it not being the original plan. But John also had enough to be on the verge of a non-road legal amount of strong drinks just a few hours earlier. 'Ain't too many on my roads at this hour'.

He'd tried sitting up, but you stayed put with one of your hands pushed against his chest. 'Stay. Spare you the drive tonight and possible loss of license'. At first, he'd seemed reluctant, but once he'd fallen back into the couch, you'd known it was decided.

'Could almost think you planned this', John had said. 'Was your decision to taste scotch on a Sunday night when knowing you have somewhere to be in the morning'. As he'd shuffled the two of you around, you'd snickered. 'Clever, ain't ya?' He'd mockingly scolded you as you'd laid there, squished between his front and the back of the couch. You'd given him a sugar-sweet smile. 'Incredibly so'. His hand landed on the side of your face. 'Lucky for ya, I ain't gotta be in full uniform tomorrow and have the bare necessities in the car. Otherwise, I'd been forced to go'. You'd beamed after he'd pressed a kiss to your lips.

In the morning, you'd woken up when he kissed your forehead. Bleary-eyed, you'd gathered he'd been awake for some time as he'd already changed to what only could be the everyday attire for soldiers. Tactical pants in a muted blend of greens and beige with a tight-fitted green t-shirt.

'Not a bad thing to wake up to', you'd sleepily mumbled as you stretched, eyes unable to not sweep his frame. He'd chuckled, moving in for a proper kiss. You'd reciprocated the unhurried press of lips with a smile. When you parted, you'd fallen back to rest against the pillows.

'I'm on my way'. John's voice had been low as if not to drag you out of your lazy state too soon. You'd hummed. 'Have you eaten anything?’ He'd been unable not to smile. 'Pickin' somethin' up on the way for me and the lads'. You'd nodded, curling to your side, head burrowed into the pillows again. 'Alright then, have a good day, say hi to the others from me and buy them something sweet in my name'. He chuckled at your muffled reply, kissing your head before he walked out of your room. You'd walked around with a smile the whole day after that.

Now, you knew John would've been right. He probably would've made it home without much hassle that evening, as even now, during the considered universal rush hour, there weren't many people out on the road as you neared his address.

You crossed a bridge, a gentle stream of water beneath it. As you approached an intersection, you looked at the sat-nav, taking the designated right turn. That was when the asphalted road switched to packed gravel.

You were barely minutes away from your destination and your gaze was set straight ahead, attempting to find what property would be John's. However, you soon realise you didn't need to gauge which house would be his on this road, as it was only one at the end. And yet, you second-guessed the sat-nav with a swift glance down and then up. But it was correct, and the easily recognised black rover parked further up only sealed that you hadn't gotten lost.

"Cottage, my ass", you mumble when continuing down the gravelly road.

You saw the fixes John had done to it. The traditional structure of the house was clear, stoney and blocky looking. Walls that probably were coppery bricks previously were now white, structured walls. The roof wasn't tatched but covered in dark brown tiles, matching the heavy wood-lined windows and doors with influences from France.

Upon driving further, the gravelly driveway widened until you rolled up alongside the house's side, stopping beside John's car. The crunch from the wheels was replaced by your feet as you opened your door and jumped out of the seat.

You looked around, the greenery only enhancing the house itself. Despite the house being newly restored and with a fresh look, the land around it still inherits that rugged beauty of a garden let to grow as it pleased yet have behaved.

Wildflowers, in an array of different colours, are scattered here and there in the greenery. Some fruit trees spurt from the more open spaces around the patch of grass further ahead. Green hedges lined the house's walls, those being the most trimmed yet not squared to perfection.

When the sound of steps through the gravel sounded, you turned back, finding John walking from the slightly raised dais that creates a solid entrance to the door that remained wide open behind him.

"John, this looks taken out of a fairytale", you greeted him as he crossed the parking lot to reach you. A smile etched onto his features.

"Then you'll fit right in". John's eyes sweep over you, wrapped in a dress you more or less bought for this occasion. You'd purchased it on a whim, shopping for other things online, unable not to keep tabbing back to the pretty open back piece of shiny white material adorned in pretty yellow citruses and their green stems.

"Flirt", you return, smiling as he stops before you.

He curls an arm around your waist, gazing down at you for a few beats before his head drops. "Hello, love", he finally says close to your lips.

"Hi", you return. Seconds after, John presses his mouth to yours.

You're a bit stunned at his greeting. Previously a hug had been the only thing you shared initially, a kiss not coming until further in. But you don't complain, not at all. In fact, after the last time, it feels right.

As John pulls away for you, you smile up at him, the look mirrored on his bowed head.

"You have a bag?"

"Mhm, in the boot". You nod backwards. Only then does John let go of you, heading towards the back of your car.

This time, you'd made plans to stay or, more so, John had asked if you wanted to when you fixed the details of when and where over text. It had been a no-brainer to say yes.

Even though you'd only officially planned for one night, you packed enough for the whole weekend, a possible reason why a grunt resonates seconds before your booth is shut.

"You ready, or you wanna take in the view some more?" John joins your side, your bag slung over his shoulder.

"I'm ready". You smile, locking your car as he treks forward, beckoning you to follow.

You're immediately hit by an incredible smell when stepping over the threshold and into his foyer. Though your eyes sweep over the open space, noting some of the main pieces around the room, such as the built-in fireplace and thick wooden beams high above your head. Your gaze is instinctively drawn to the kitchen.

It was minimal, following the same colour scheme as the house's exterior. Dark brown cupboards below some light-coloured kitchen counter and windows on either side of the stove.

You rose to your toes, attempting to peek over the kitchen island, separating you from spotting the oven and whatever was in full swing of filling the open room with a delicious aroma.

"Started on a roast". A roast? Your eyes flicker to John as you drop down onto your feet.

"Didn't know you were such a good cook", you say, a smile forming.

"Surprised?" He cocks his brows.

You can't help but shrug, attempting to school your reaction by pressing your lips together. "Can't say I would've expected it, even though you invited me for dinner". John huffs in amusment.

"Mandatory to know how to make a decent Sunday roast". You chuckle, stepping towards him as your raise one hand, settling on his cheek.

Your fingers card to his beard. "Smell more than decent to me", you praise him, palm flattening and fingers curling backwards on his face to pull him in for a kiss.

It's a sweet exchange, shy of lingering too long not to develop into something more. But, as you part, you both smile at each other, content with the brief but somehow meaningful kiss.

"I'll show where you can put your things. The beef got some time left in the oven before I go pokin' at it".

You bite your tongue at John's comment, amusedly shaking your head as you slip off your white sneakers. He does the same to his shoes before you pad after him further into the house.

Rather than going through the open space of the first floor, towards the short hallway with only one door at either side, John steers towards the stairs. You follow him as he heads upwards. While he climbs the staircase silently, you notice how your steps sometimes make the wood creak.

When you reach the second floor, you instantly notice it contrasts heavily with the one below. Compared to the first floor, with its open space and conjoined kitchen, dining room and living room, making the space airy, the second floor was split into several rooms.

The one and first room John headed towards was positioned further down to the left. It was big and with seconds notice, you understood it was his bedroom.

You halt just shy of a step inside. The carpet is soft beneath your feet despite the lack of... simply most things that weren't essential. There weren't many decorations apart from the large mirror on the wall on the opposite side of the room and besides John's closet and clothing rack. Your eyes drift to what parts you from that side, his bed. It's large, placed against the wall on the right and with its end turned outwards. You realise it's the main piece of furniture in the room concerning the sparseness of other things.

That was where John headed as he continued inwards. He shrugged your bag off his shoulder, placing it on the foot of his bed. As he turned to you, he immediately broke into a grin.

"Look like a statue over there". John mused. Honestly, you would take his word for it. It was your first time in his home, meaning it would be impossible to be as bold and comfortable as he'd grown in your flat, enabling him to roam somewhat more freely.

You shift your weight. "Was promised a tour, or did you only mean your bedroom?" You replied, attempting to brush off the remaining nerves with jest.

His head tilted to his side as his hand rose, motioning you towards him, smile softer now. "Come here". When he said it like that, you had no problem walking forwards until reaching his outstretched hand and stepping into his embrace. "Happy to finally have ya here". A warm wave rushes through your body because there's no playfulness in his tone.

"Since when did you turn into a sap?" You reply, looking away from his intense eyes. Not having expected the turn of the conversation.

A hooked finger nudges your jaw towards facing John again, where he greets you with a grin curling his lips.

"And since when did you turn so shy?"

"Well, if you haven't noticed, I'm in your room this time", you reply, gazing into his eyes.

"Oh, I've noticed". John dipped to your level. "And I'm lovin' every moment of it". Before you could instinctually duck your head from the sweet words that struck a cord in your chest, John's lips moulded against yours.

His lips against yours made you relax. Your nervousness faded as he pecked your lips a few times, nudging his nose against yours as he spoke with eyes still closed. "Come down when you've unpacked your stuff and explored here, eh?"

"I'll be down in a few, then". John hummed at your answer, pleased that he felt whatever tension you'd gotten here with had faded.

...

As he'd said, John left you to unpack your things and explore the upper floor while he tended to the dinner downstairs.

Considering you think it's too soon to put any of your clothes amongst John's, you only put some you don't fancy creasing on the rack, leaving the rest in your bag on the floor beneath.

When stepping into the en suite with your toiletry bag, the things lining the sink surprise you. Aside from the toothbrush, there's an arrangement of bottles already lining the counter. You can't help but take a peak, reading 'beard oil' on the flask you'd picked up. You catch yourself smiling as you put it back in place amongst his other items, placing your products on the opposite side.

Stepping out of his room, you head halfway down the hallway, peeking into the room closest to John's.

It's an office, considerably less bare than his bedroom, concerning the bookshelf lining the left wall, the large Chesterfield club chairs facing each other with a smallish table between them before the actual wooden working desk further ached with its accompanying chair behind it.

You don't step inside, respectful of what most probably was his workplace at home. Instead, you continue forwards, past the staircase and towards the other two doors.

As you push the first open, you're met by a bathroom still amid renovation, the plastic sheets lining the floor, the stepstool and tools making it evident. Behind the second door is a spare bedroom. A giddy sensation enters your chest when you look around the considerably smaller space than John's. The room is adequately equipped for someone to stay there. And yet, he hadn't hesitated to settle you in his bedroom.

Without much more to explore upstairs, you head down, instantly spotting John in the kitchen. Though tending to a tray he seemingly had taken from the oven, he glances over his shoulder upon hearing you.

"Settled in?" He asks as he puts the tray into the oven again. This time without the tin foil now scrunched together on the stone counter.

"Mhm", you hum, unable to wipe the smile from your face. By now, your nerves were just a memory. You felt relaxed in a way you never had before. Something about John being so at ease made you fall into the same easy rhythm you always seem to have with one another.

After closing the oven, John straightens up. Putting away the oven mitts, he turns to lean against the counter.

By now, you've rounded the kitchen island, and though you'd planned on stopping there, John reaches forward, grabbing your hip and urging you near. You follow readily, never saying no to being close to him.

His hand massaged the meat at your hip, gently pressing and releasing the flesh as he gazed at you. It was a quiet moment. One where you looked into his blues just as intensely as his eyes flickered between yours. You barely notice how you drift closer, stepping forwards until your feet slot between his.

Your head is tilted back to look up at him. Though you tip to the side when his other hand raise to caress your skin.

It's a soft brush of his knuckles at first, then his palm settles partly on your jaw and throat, his fingers reaching to curl into your neck. The light press of his fingertips into your skin rocks you forward, meeting his lips.

It's not a heated make-out session despite your tongues intertwining. But it makes you warm, a shudder running down your spine. You feel soft and pliable against John as small sounds leave you both. Now and then, it urges small pauses where you linger against one another, neither of you desiring to take the next step where desperation bleeds into the actions.

...

The softness, that mushy feeling in your chest, remains. If anything, it only grows when you cook dinner together.

When you'd parted from John, asking if he wanted any help with the rest of the dinner, he'd attempted to make you sit down at the kitchen island as he opened a bottle of red, giving you a glass. 'You just relax, love', he'd said as he put on some jazz music, the tune humming from a speaker in his living room.

But you'd insisted on helping him and it ended with John overseeing the beef in the oven, checking the temperature religiously while also cooking the mashed potatoes. Meanwhile, you'd tasked yourself with preparing the vegetables and gravy.

Sometimes John stalled in his movement, standing there with his wine glass in hand. You stopped chopping the carrots upon feeling his gaze on you, finding him with a slight upwards tug in his lip. 'What you smiling about?' You would ask, unable not to reciprocate his smile. 'Nothin', he usually would shrug before stepping towards you, bringing you in for a short but wine-tinged kiss.

As you moved around the kitchen, asking John where one or the other thing was, you would place a hand on him, sometimes on his back, other times on his side. He would always glance towards you, you both knowing the kitchen was large enough that you could move without limitation.

When conversation naturally died out, and you stilled in the kitchen, every utensil needed to cook the meal already put forth, you unconsciously hummed along to the music.

You didn't notice. All your attention was set on the gravy you stirred in the copper saucepan. It wasn't until John stepped up behind you, arm curling around your waist, you would catch what you were doing, quieting down. Not because of the man plastered to your back, more so that you raised a spare spoon to ask him whether he thought the sauce tasted good. 'Hm, delicious, perfect timin' for the beef, as well', he dipped and said in your ear before parting from you.

Eating was as good as cooking the meal. It was a split between you and John being a good team in the kitchen, making a mouthwatering Sunday roast, and the atmosphere making it taste even better.

John had dimmed the lights on the first floor, setting a lovely mood without any candles needed. It made the dinner all gentle and slow. You talked, ate, only to talk some more.

Time ticked on, and you never wanted to look at the clock. But, in the end, both you and John felt full, cutlery laid down as you realised you made way too much food for two people.

The two of you agreed to dish off the table when the immediate sated feeling lessened, even if it took a bit longer than anticipated as you got stuck in a conversation once again. Although, when you both finally rose from the table, it felt good moving around.

You helped clean the table, wiping down the counters you'd coked on as well, but when you neared the sink, you were ushered away by John. Suceedinlgy persuaded that he would take care of it.

You took the liberty to roam towards the double French doors, just across the couch group, that caught your eyes during the dinner.

As you wander through the living room, the air is filled with the music and John's rummaging in the kitchen. The gentle sounds fall behind you when you near the white-lined doors.

Catching a glimpse of what's outside, your curiosity sky-rockets upon the lanterns lightening what seemed to be a patio.

You shift your glass from your dominant hand when the doors are within reach, hooking off the clasps with your freed fingers. Without much difficulty and sparing yourself of John calling out in aid, you push them open.

You let the doors stand ajar behind you as you step down onto the patio to let John know where you've gone when he's done.

The big slaps of stone covering the ground are cool beneath your sock-covered feet. They're seemingly placed to create a stable island in the gravel surrounding the four-by-four despite being in the same grey shade. The lanterns you'd spotted were embedded in the softer rocks along the edges of the patio, lightening the sitting area in a soft yellowy glow, further reflected by the grill a few paces ahead.

Your gaze rises, eyes roaming the scenery before you. To the left, around the corner of the house, you spot a lawn and an oasis of trees. But the beauty making you sigh is ahead of you.

A gravelly path that wraps around the house from the far right, one you only now realise is a continuation from the driveway as you spot the rear-end of John's car, separates you from a low metal fence. It's one of those you can see surrounding big-city parks' 'don't enter' areas. Not really stopping you but alerting you of the jeopardy of continuing. Further ahead, you spot the river, or more so, its banks. A lazy trickling gives away the body of water you drove over earlier as it drifts along John's property.

The sun peaks through the sparse area of vegetation and neighbours' roofs beyond the river. It feels like you're dreaming, standing here in the quiet evening. It's so unlike your evenings in the flat, where you can hear cars driving past, the sound penetrating the wall. And on warm evenings such as this one, when you're windows are ajar, you catch people talking as they stroll down the street.

The music from inside reach you still, gentler, quieter, but still a noticeable hum from within the house. It mingles with the trickle of the stream and some insects cricketing from within the surrounding greenery. You hum along to the song playing, only stopping when raising your glass to your lips, sipping your wine, eyes sweeping over the picture ahead.

"If this ain't a sight". You look over your shoulder, finding John leaning against the doors. One hand rests in his pocket, the other holding a low-balled glass with a russet liquid inside.

"Ain't too bad from here either". John smiles at your reply as your eyes flitter over his form.

"Poured me one, figured you favoured finishin' yours", he said, making a motion with his glass you presumed was filled with scotch.

"Yeah, I'm alright", you hum in response, smiling at him. John reciprocates it with a slight upwards tilt of his lips. You catch him pushing off from the doorframe just as you turn forwards again.

Like you, John didn't care to put on shoes as he stepped over the threshold and onto the patio. You'd learned that the man moved silently for someone of his stature. Nonetheless, you felt when he stepped up behind you. His presence gets even more apparent when he circles your waist from behind with his free arm.

You lean against his front, sighing as one of your arms rests over his. John shuffles, sipping his drink before he haunches slightly, notching his chin on your shoulder.

Your eyes slip close, humming along to the song again. Somewhere along the way, you and John begin to sway in place. It's a slow rocking motion, a shift of weight between the feet rather than dancing. Still, it makes you smile,

When you tip your head to rest on his shoulder, the arm around your abdomen tightens, drawing you closer with a heavy sigh.

"Love...". The pet-name whispered against your shoulder is more of a husky purr than anything else.

"Hm?" You question but get no immediate answer in return.

You wait a few more beats, anticipating him to continue his sentence. Instead, John kisses your exposed skin near your shoulder. It's followed with another press against the juncture of your neck. Then one beneath your ear, on that sensitive and lightly ticklish spot that's easily accessible from his current position.

You turn in his embrace, his arm still curled around your waist, hand now resting against the small of your back. While you keep your wineglass to the side with one hand, the other settles upon his chest. Grounding you both as you continue to rock gently.

You stare up at him, gazing into those blues that stray sunlight catches just enough to make shine. Something glimmers in his eyes, something enchantingly profound.

Your arm travels upwards, over his fabric-clothed collarbone and around his neck, fingers curling to play with the short strands of the chestnut at his neck. John's eyes slip close for a few beats, revelling in the sensation.

As they flutter open, his gaze is soft. Still, you catch the gentle fire in them. You can't help but card your fingers through his hair. Moving them up, up until you drag them downwards, grazing his scalp just slightly with your nails. You feel the shiver making John wet his lips and flex the hand resting on your lower back.

His gaze drops to your lips. Yours does the same to his.

You want to kiss him, lean in, slot your mouth with his, and give in to the sweet but slowly heating moment. You almost give in, swaying on your feet towards John. And yet, you pull away when he attempts to meet you halfway.

The low sound of a complaint leaves John's throat as his partly-closed eyes flutter open. But you don't regret not succumbing to his presence. There's something about this moment. Something unlike all the others you've shared despite them being intimate too.

You can't help but smile, stepping out of his embrace entirely. It causes his brows to quirk and his head to tilt. Silent question of what you're doing as he merely watches you raise your eyebrows, smile still lingering.

His eyes only drop from yours to follow your hand as it falls from his neck with a caress, brushing down the same path it did when travelling upwards.

You don't shy from letting your palm glide down his chest and stomach. His attention is heavy on your hand as you feel his muscles' reactionary flex. That's until his blues snap up to watch you taking a step to the side.

You don't let your hand leave him. Instead, you continue mapping his body, sliding over his waist, just above his navy chinos, then around the side of his body, only to let your hand fall when you step around him with a press to his ribs.

In the corner of your eyes, you catch how John turns to watch you walk away.

His warm body had infected your own. Heat melts through your sparse layers of clothing and into your very core. Even more so when you feel his attention on you, positively having stoked the previous fire within them to make his gaze this noticeable.  

When you reach the doors, you look over your shoulder. Even though John had turned, he was still in the same spit. And now, when you look back at him, gazes locking, you see the growing darkness in them. It eclipses his bright eyes like a solstice.

The quirk of your lips is hard to beat down. Not even the glass you rise to your lips can hide it. When dropping your drink, fingers shifting its contents with your grip around its bowl, you deliberately arch your brow, beckoning John with you as you step inside.

And he follows.

His steps aren't calculated or suppressed. They're heavy, meant for you to hear. He moves somewhat quicker than you to catch up when you stop by the table in front of his couch, setting down your wine glass. A second thud swiftly follows yours when he deposits his glass seconds before stepping into you from behind.

He doesn't throw you off balance, not from how his hands settle on either side of your hips, pulling you taunt against him.

"A bloody temptress is what you are". His face presses against the side of your head, sentence husked against the shell of your ear.

"Know you like it". The end of your sentence is breathed as John's hand slides down your front, between your thighs, gripping the fleshy part of your them.

"Fuckin' love it", he grunts, spinning you around with a movement that settles his hands below your ass. The skirt of your dress rises, the edge resting just in line with his pinky.

You barely have enough time to prepare before John crashes his mouth against yours.

A sound escapes from your throat, hands fisting the white shirt tucked into his pants, rucking the material free as you can't do anything but follow him as he walks backwards.

Just as you fully relax into the kiss, he parts from you. You're about to complain until you see why.

John had led you to the couch, sitting down as his shins hit the cushioned seat, naturally urging you to straddle his waist with a tug at your legs.

You obey him, not needing more than this man to look at you with want in his eyes to follow him down on the couch. With knees planted on either side of his hips, you settle in his lap with a slight wriggle.

The jostling makes you grind against John, who grunts as his fingers dig into your waist. But he doesn't stop you. Instead, he develops your action, pushing you down onto his groin, instantly moving your hips back and forth.

The rocking makes you gasp, your hands flying to his shoulder as you fall into the motion, canting your hips at the pace he sets.

"Wan't you to come just like this, love", he breathes, making you whimper. "Wanna feel you come all needy and grindin' on me".

"I-"

"S'pretty all the goddamn evenin'", he groans, his hand sliding under the skirt of your dress and hiking it to your waist, where the skirt bunches. Revealing your skimpy lace panties that make a low sound rumble in his chest. His pinky fingers insert themselves beneath the fabric curved over your arse. "Want you to drench this pretty fabric".

"They're gonna be ruined". John's hungry eyes flicker to meet yours as your head tips forwards.

"Want you to ruin them, wouldn't mind havin' you walk around my house all bare beneath this". He squeezes your waist, bunching your dress even further so he can watch each drag of your hips against his growing bulge.

"John". It should've been a scold, but it's barely more than a moan.

"Love my name on your lips", he breathes as he drags you harsher against him, bucking his hips into your heat to tease what's to come.

You shift your hips just the slightest and the seam of his slacks rub right against your clit. Unable to quieten the whimper, it cut through the air, your own sound making a shudder travel up your spine. You rock faster into him, your panties sticking to your folds from the wetness, something John must feel-

"Wan't you to drench those panties of yours, want to feel you soak through my pants, love. Want to feel how much you need me". You throw your arms around his neck, needing the leverage as he presses kisses down your throat and collarbones.

You can feel it building, gentle and not overwhelming, but still a fire in your stomach as pleasure curls there.

A soft moan leaves you when he guides your hips into your crotch, jutting upwards enough for him to press deliciously into you. The imprint of his cock against your dripping core makes your mind jump ahead. It's nothing more than a bend of the seem covering your pussy from direct contact, but you imagine grinding against his naked cock. Feeling as it nudges you from below, your clit, until positioned at your entrance...

You reach your peak, slumping rather than hurling over it as you lean against John, face burrowing into his warm neck.

"That's my girl", he purrs against your ear, kissing the places he reaches as your legs feel like jelly for a few seconds. You stir slightly, making John nudge your head with his nose. "M'how you doin', love?"

You lean back, gaze locking with his. "M'good, really good", you hum, leaning close to his lips. "Wan't you to feel good now as well". You press your weight down against the fabric straining over his groin.

John groans, not objecting as you reach down, unbuttoning his slacks. Not until you stand does he help you pull off his pants and underwear with a slight arch of his hips from the couch.

While he kicks away his clothes from around his ankles, you slip off your panties. And just as you're about to squirm out of your dress, he rises, sitting on the edge of the couch.

"Keep it on", he rasps, hands gripping your waist. "Wanna fuck you in this pretty dress". He pulls you back into his lap.

When you settle on top of his hard cock, John groans and you pant, reaching a hand around his neck.

"Could've just bent me over the counter earlier". You breathe softly with the rock of your hips, gliding his naked and leaking cock through your fold, feeling him tense underneath you.

"Don't fuckin' tempt me, love", John outright moans as you slide over his shaft on your own accord, his heavy paws doing nothing but clutch your flesh.

"Wouldn't have minded", you stutter as his cocks throbs against you, the pulsing prominent against your nakedness as your head drops closer to his.

"You wouldn't have, eh? That's why you're so wet? Imaginin' me bendin' you over in the kitchen and fuckin' you silly", John mumbles against your lips. You nod wordlessly. "So fuckin' dirty, love, aren't ya?"

"All for you", you sigh, causing John's breath to catch. His hips buck against yours, bumping the head of his cock against your clit, grunting a fuck beneath his breath as he feels your pussy clench on top of him, dripping your arousal onto him.

"So good for me, too bloody good", his voice is thick as he stills you, tapping your thigh with a firm press of his fingers. "Gotta be inside you".

You mumble a string of 'yes' and 'please' in return, rising onto your knees upon his urge.

John swiftly lines himself up with you and you soon begin to sink down slowly, head thrown backwards.

He feels bigger like this, his tips catching at your hole that usually has been prepped by his fingers. His girth drags against your walls once he pops inside, more than usual, forcing you to take it slow.

You clench around him despite your languid pace, causing John's hands to shoot to your waist, halting your movement as he inhales deeply.

"S-stop, love, just... need a moment". Your head tip forwards, met by his pupil-blown eyes, lips parted after his moaned sentence. You feel the restraint he puts on himself, his cock twitching inside you, his thighs tensing. Yet, he remains still, giving you both the time needed to accustom to this new position between you two.

When John's fingers flex slightly and he groans a soft 'yeah', you start up again. You lower yourself until it feels on the verge of too much before rising up, repeating the movement.

Slowly, you work John into you, letting out a shaky breath when your thighs settle on his, sitting properly in his lap.

He's nestled so deep, prodding something that makes your body tense. John feels you tighten around him, your shallow breaths making your body quiver on top of him.

"Takin' me so good", he praises you, one of his hands sneaking down to sit on your hip, his thumb rubbing circles into your clit. Your keen is enough of an answer for him to continue his ministrations. "Such a good girl, eh?"

Although making you flutter around him, John's sweet whispers make you relax while the attention on your clit naturally makes your hips rock. It helps you fall into a slow roll off your hips, still adjusting to his girth but with greater ease.

When finally there is more pleasure than pressure and strain, you rise and fall, starting a slow bounce that gradually quickens, making you mewl.

"Just like that, love". The hand placed on your hip, enabling his thumb to toy with your clit, press a last time into your bundle of nerves before sliding back. His other hand, the one that's rested on your waist, rides backwards, only to meet his other one as he grabs fistfuls of your arse. Your dress flips down, partly covering how his cock stretches you wide as he messages the flesh.

"Ride me so well", he grunts, head craning against the back of the couch, exposing his neck to you.

You take the invite to pepper kisses there, not half-hearted but sloppy presses of your lips and tongue. There's a saltiness on John's skin from the sweat pearls beading at his throat. But you leave an even wetter sheen in its place.

On a particular nibble close to the base of his throat, he slaps your ass, making you squeak and your hips jump. The sudden movement makes you both moan.

"Damagin' government property, eh?" He sounds drunk, voice ridden with lust as his half-lidded gaze meets yours when you sit up straight. Hips still working but slower, a circling motion back and forth.

"They're leaving their marks on you. I want to leave mine too". In the weeks you'd gotten to know John, the scars littering his body were impossible not to notice. Even though you didn't linger too long on the thought of asking about them.

A deep rumbling sound resonates within his chest as he leans up, knocking his mouth against yours in his hurry to feel your lips.

Your hands settle on either side of his face as you steer the hurried kiss, simultaneously deepening it with a tilt of your head. John swallows your moans that bleed into his mouth as you greedily roll rather than bounce your hips against his, attempting to chase your pleasure despite the fatiguing sensation in your legs.

When you part, both panting, one of your arms circles his neck, attempting to gain the help needed as you can't help but let your pace fade. Repeated whines leave you, breathed straight into John's ear, making a breathy chuckle pass his lips.

"Gettin' all whiny when you can't do it yourself, eh?" He teases, shuffling beneath you to plant his feet on the floor, enabling himself to fuck into you from below, meeting each roll of your hips with a thrust.

Your legs tremble, strength vanishing upon the added pleasure, making John wrap his strong arms tightly around your waist, forcing you to slump against his chest as you're kept stationary in his lap.

John's repeated movements make your toes curl as your burning thighs relish when dropping onto his lap, feeling him going deeper into you than before.

You can fully relax as you bounce with each powerful snap of his hips, reaching something so deep inside a zip of electricity shoots up your spine.

One of your hands digs beneath his shirt, enveloping his back, nails carving red trails into his muscles. His shirt rides up, making his tensing abs peek forth and something goes off in your brain, which makes you melt against him.

You're in his house. An almost too-dreamy evening behind you. The moment at the patio. Fucking on his couch. Half-clothed but not desperate, almost feeling like you made...

And that's when you start babbling, the feelings too many, too overwhelming.

"J-John, John, I'm gonna- I'm... you, f-fuck, shit". Your words are a mumbled mess compared to your thoughts filled with a single four-lettered word compromising your feelings.

"Come on, love, I've got you", he mumbled and his word made your orgasm rip through your, shockingly compared to the first one as you hadn't felt the crest of this one near.

You jolt in his hold, forehead leaning against his as you shudder, a broken moan leaving your parted lips. He comes almost immediately after. As if your surprised high tipped him over his similarly unnoticed edge.  

For a few seconds, you only hear the pounding in your ears. Then, slowly, you notice the breaths, air swishing past your lips on each in and exhale. First your own, then John's puffing against your face. Next, you feel his sweaty forehead against yours, realising you're still pressed close to him.

You raise your head, which makes John's eyes flutter open, partly lidded as he watches you. Lazy smiles curl both your lips upward.

You lean down, the kiss is slow to be initiated, your limps simply lingering against one another before neither of you can keep away any longer.

When you part, you become acutely aware of his warm spend inside you. You attempt to wriggle off his lap to stop the sensation that makes your body quiver. But his heavy hands keep you still, causing your mixed juices to trickle around him nestled deep inside you.

"Stay like that", John mumbles.

"But-"

"Hm, not buts. Wanna have the pretty picture of you in this dress, creaming my cock just a bit longer". God, you're set on fire by his drawled sentence, hiding your face in his neck.

"John, you can't say things like that", you complain, face feeling like it radiates against his already heated skin.

If his satisfied chuckle isn't enough, the smugness in his voice tells you he isn't the slightest ashamed. "Can and will". You shake your head, burrowing yourself further into the crevice between his neck and shoulder. He exhales amusedly as one of his hands settles on your back, rubbing up and down soothingly.

You relax into him. "Didn't I say it would end the same?" You breathily sigh.

John hums at first, taking a few moments to deduce what you meant. "You knew what you were doin'". You emerge from his neck, looking down at him. Upon feeling your attention on him, his eyes flicker open.

"Maybe", you reply with a small smile. John rolls his eyes at you before settling his hand that's rubbed your back on your neck, pressing damp strands of hair against your sweat-covered skin.

"Yes, you did", he hums. You shrug, which makes him tug you down into a kiss.

"Can't deny you did the same", you part from him for a second to say. "With your staring and touches in the kitchen".

"Hm, fancy havin' someone to cook with", he said with a small smile and tilt of his head. "Could say I like havin' you around".

Your chuckle. "Well, I would hope so". John smiles up at you for a few seconds and presses a lingering kiss to your lips before saying anything.

"How much did you pack?"

You cock a brow, smile slowly curving your lips. "What would you think if I told you enough for a few days?"

His eyebrows jump. "Planned to stay the weekend, eh?"

"Suspected that you would ask". John chuckled heartily at that, making you bounce in his lap. It died off in a deep sigh as his hands dropped to your hips, thumbs circling your hipbones.

"Right you were".

You linger in the post-orgasmic euphoria a while longer. Sharing kisses and soft caresses until the stickiness between your legs grow uncomfortable, much like your sweat-slicked skin.

"Have a shower here that ain't in pieces and that I can use?" John chuckles before answering.

"Can use the one in my room".

You nod, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before you attempt to get off his lap. But his hand remain firm on your hips. "John?" His name is a question of why he doesn't let you go.

"Only lettin' you go if it's an open invite".

"And you called me a menace". You roll your eyes, despite not being against showering with this man pressed close to you. "Come on then". He let you slide from his lap, allowing you to tug him from the couch.

As your dress fell around your thighs again, John pulled on his slack, bare underneath.

"Going commando, not scared you'll dirty them?" His eyes jumped towards you as he made a scene of picking up your panties and putting them in his pocket. His boxers followed but were stuffed much less delicately into the other one.

"If you didn't notice, love, you already soaked them". He grins as your eyes flicker to his groin and the partly zipped-up pants. Indeed there was a half-shiny stain on the front.

You flush, cursing him under your breath, which only makes him laugh and pull at your skirt, making you step towards him.  

"No need to be embarrassed, love", he kisses your cheek as you defiantly turn your head.

"No need to be so smug about it". You turn to John, looking up at him through your lashes. But it's hard to remain pouty when he softly kisses the side of your mouth, then your lips, despite the glint in his eyes.

"I'll make it up to you", he mumbles in-between sweet pecks before nodding for you to take the lead towards his room and shower.

This time, you're walking ahead as the two of you ascend the stairs, only to stall halfway when you catch a grunt and deep breath from John. You stop to glance over your shoulder.

"Doing good?" You watch his eyes flicker from somewhere low to meet your eyes.

"Real good", he says, stepping up to you. He kisses you briefly, remaining a breath away when he pulls away, looking at you. "But don't be surprised if we need to shower twice. This sight is a weakness for any man".

You hadn't noticed how his hand crept underneath the hem of your dress and beneath your skirt. But, at the end of his sentence, his fingers reached your bare pussy, swirling his fingers around your folds, sticky with both your juices. You gasp, eyes widening.

Though oversensitivity hasn't settled yet, his dirty action and the realisation he must have had a downright filthy view of your nakedness when walking behind you is the main reason for your reaction.

"You're fucking insatiable, John Price". Your pitched voice makes him smirk, pulling away his fingers.

"All for you, love". John's hand settles on your thigh, dotting your skin with your combined arousal as he tilts his head. You can't deny him the kiss he leaned in for after those words that already makes your achingly warm heart jump a beat.

When you pull away, you shake your head. "At this rate, I expect something sweet when we cuddle later".

"Asking for dessert, love?"

"Yes, I am", you huff, continuing up the stairs, feeling his eyes on you as you reach the top and step onto the solid ground of the second floor.

"Maybe you're the dessert, eh?" Walked right into that one, you think. Still, you send him a look.

"Dog, a downright dog", you scold him, but John only grins in return as he progresses up the stairs.

Your scold clearly doesn't work when John opens his arms with a suggestive wink. It makes you slap his chest when he joins you on stable ground. Though neither that deters him as he loops his arms around your upper arms, caging you against him with a defeated and delighted escaping you as you two stumble towards his room.

[beiasluv]

omg ok so i was reading ur work and i live for it 🤭🤭 i was wondering. if you could do what a first kiss would be like for neteyam and loak with the reader 🫣🫣🫣 idk if u have done this yet, feel free to ignore if u have 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 (also ur work makes me want to ascend to a third plane if enlightenment)

first kiss | neteyamm + lo’ak

a/n: your words made me wanna ascend as well, thank you hon 😙 enjoyy

masterlist

neteyam

AHem, where do i begin?

back in the days, when neteyam was just a fifth teen years old na’vi, he was gifted with the best gift he had ever received yet

on his birthday, the clan of omaticaya planned celebrated and feasted in honor of toruk mokto’s first born.

well, that is what they planned to do, but neteyam had other plans. boy snuck out and met you under the tree of souls

you asked him to meet you at this particular time, and he wouldn’t miss it for you, even if it means sneaking off his own party

to say that you are his mate isn’t the most correct or wrong statement. you guys met long before anything had happened, and let’s say something bloomed between you two.

neteyam, obviously, the golden child, the oldest, and the big brother of the family. when it comes to everything, he is considerate and caring ALL. THE. WAY.

and first kiss isn’t out of the list, hell, it might even be on top of the list, maybe…

“hey, y/n, what’s the matter?”

“oh, hi, nete, i was- um- er…going to give you a gift,” you scratched your neck. “but i um, i think i forgot it.”

“really? so what were you planning to give me?” he smirked at your flustered demeanor.

“erm…i was um…fuck it! neteyam, haveyoueverkisssomeonebefore?” you broke eye contact with the grass to met his glowing yellow eyes.

“…no? why?”

“t-then…i wanna give you my first kiss…” without another word, neteyam crashed his lips onto yours and tasted it like a starved man. of course, he is the big brother, and he got those charms and all the tricks up his sleeves, but that this moment, he didn’t cared. if he had a little more sense in his system, then he might just go a little softer on your pouty lips, or maybe he would’ve taken care of your face first.

but what can he say? he is drunk in your scent and your lips, can’t take his mouth off you, even if he wanted to. your lips tasted like the sweetest honey on pandora, and the softest clouds he ever flown through.

you felt a swollen sensation in your lower lips, and just as you thought, he was nibbling onto it, “is this okay, sweetheart?” sucking your lips like a starved man, he snaked his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

although his taste is too exquisite to leave, your breath was pounding on the door. you smacked his chest hardly and tried to pull away, but his grip is like an octopus clinging on to its prey. without any response from him, you snaked your tongue into his mouth and parted at your chance.

“neteyam! are you trying to kill me?!” you smacked his chest over and over again.

“hey, hey, who’s the one who offered me your first kiss?”

“well, at least i was being nice about it, you were trying to kill me on my first kiss,” you fake pouted and crossed your arms.

“then i would be glad to die to have you as my first kiss”

of course, he wasn’t expecting to act like that but can’t really blame him, can you? when you are offered a first kiss by your crush, and the ambiance is just perfect, he can’t really turn it down. as a matter of fact, he is STARVING for you.

imagine what a hard situation he was in, you kneeling on the ground, partially begging him, and offering your assistance to him?

HE IS DOWN BAD PEOPLE

of course, he was a sweetheart, asking you how you feel each step 🥺

definitely tasted the forbidden fruit. once he tasted you, he yearns for more and MORE. can’t have enough of you

well, the next time he promised to be more soft and passionate.

his big brother instinct came out to play. going tenderly on each step and always making sure you are comfortable.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME SIR? SIR, DO ANYTHING YOU WANT. pecking your lips, then, kissing them, then, sucking them, and basically grinding his lips against yours

overall, he is just a needy big baby 100/10

lo’ak

okay okay, LO’AKKK

he becomes so shy when it comes to you😭

being the reckless brother he is, he is always quick and fast-paced with your relationship. but definitely the best boyfriend you could’ve ever asked for

and your first kiss isn’t so different…

every time you called for him in the waters of the metkayina’s islands, lo’ak will drop everything and come to your side immediately

of course, it is a daily routine for you to cuddle with each other during eclipse hours. just a simple hours that you can spend together without the worries of the other na’vis

and, nobody can see you guys in the ocean. a win is a win, guys

you are probably the one, and only, comfort to his sanity. whenever his family is going too hard on him, he can always count on you every time

lo’ak just loves for you to hold him close and pamper him. so he basically grew a lot of feelings for you. especially, you are his first crush

the omaticaya girls were undoubtedly beautiful, but none of them caught his eyes. until…he entered the village of metkayina

just imagine him being to scared to confess to you for the whole time😭 will literally cry inside if you are talking to him about a boy

definitely, heard his brothers and other boys talk about how they like the kisses, and other business aHeM

lo’ak: WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN

“man, you don’t know? girls love it when you suck their lips, it just give them butterflies”

“really?” lo’ak huffed.

“FOR. REAL. my guy, trust me”

“m’kay…”

“oh! and, don’t forget to use your tongue…hot stuff”

back at the ocean, he loves brushing his tails against your legs and wrapping it around your waist, to keep your from drifting away by the waves 😩

your legs brushing against each other under the water, keeping warmth spread around your skins.

not to mention that he loves tracing your skins and the delicates patterns under his finger tips 😩

the mood was just right, the sun is setting, and everything turned purple and pink. you couldn’t ignore his golden eyes staring towards you

your thoughts were pulled back when he disconnected the eye contact from your eyes down to your pouting lips.

“y/n…” he called you in his embrace.

“yes…?” you answered staring into his eyes

“can…i?” "yes...," that was your last word before lo'ak swooped in and held your lips against his. the wind was blowing and drifting you apart, but lo'ak's tail held you two close. he tasted your lips with a quick haste, taking a bite of bits and there

trying to stay afloat, you kicked your legs underwater; while your tail is swishing back and fourth. as if he discovered a hidden treasure, he couldn't get enough of your lips. just as you were about to pull off, he explored your tonuge with his. swirling around his and trying to escape his grasps, lo’ak dug deeper into your mouth. he tasted every bits he could.

feeling his fangs against your tongue, you parted your lips away from his and catch your breath. air entering your lungs like a waterfall, but seeing him opposite you, might’ve take your break away again.

“t- that WAS amazing, y/n…” he chuckled at your breathless expression.

“er…thanks” you laughed awkwardly.

“um, actually…i have something to tell you,” he confessed.

“yeah?”

“that was also my first kiss…”

anyways, we know that he is the sweetest boy eVER

all of that you’ve just read, it was actually within a span of one minute. he is our fast paced boy 💀

but later on, he learned how to become more passionate, and gentler. he learnt how to caress your cheeks, your hair, thighs, body, and EVERYTHING

our fast asf boi will learn how to become the sweetest man for you. and don’t get me wrong, HE IS THE BEST BOYFRIEND YOU COULD EVER ASK FOR

BASICALLY WORSHIPPING YOUR BODY

this boy couldn’t get his hands off you for eywa’s sake😩 just love holding your hands, your body, or even your hair. it’s just a grounding experience for him and a comforting one

CAN NOT go a day without your kisses. NEVER

OVERALL ROUGH AND PASSIONATE 1000/10 PERIODT

take care guys🤍 stay hydrated and go get some rest if you haven’t already got some

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

[themthrfkinprincess]

My Astro Observations . . . TROIS

Welcome back to my posts. 😁👋🏾💗

Erm let's get into it I lol haha

This first one is not even an observation ✨but✨ whenever I just hear about Pisces I think of this photo:

This probably does not even freaking make sense to you. Well literally I was on Pinterest and I saw this and the very first thing that popped into my mind was Pisces. Like I don’t know. I think that the seal signifying toothpaste laying on the toothbrush in the middle of a rainy day very mutable water energy. There is something neptunian about it. It’s very Pisces moon to me being specific. Probably doesn’t not even make sense. My cousin is a Pisces, he reminds me of this. Hm. Idk. 🐟🫧🐟🫧

The three fire signs for absolutely no hickory darn dickory reason at all :

OOF Okay. Stereotypical. But these fuckers are just loud for no reason !!! Like fren I PRAY THEE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP🥺🥺🥺. I’m lying lol !! I love loud ppl ahaha !! 😭🤣 Like girl yes let’s yell for no apparent reason at all 😆💖 !! They’re so crazy you can take them anywhere !! But like girl wait cause you don’t want to be in A Quiet Place with them- they will have you UTTERLY. FUCKED😵🤯. Like okay- it’s not even if the person just talks loud or laughs loudly- the fellow sillylington just might quite literally make random noises. These are very spontaneous individuals. And when I speak of this I mean like maybe they might have a good amount of fire placements dominating or have some good influence of it. Like girly your just loud. 😭 I also want to include Gemini partially in this mix cause you guys do weird things out of nowhere I love it- I kind of mentioned this in my last post.

These placements are the Fifth Harmony of astrology- im talking Demi Lavato💀 I'm talking Exo 💀 Just big and loud 💀 You guys give Secret Love Song by Fifth Harmony💀

Taurus, Aries, Capricorn, Sagittarius ,Scorpio remind me of this:

My mom is a Scorpio- with prominent Capricorn influence- she is very much welcomed into the Nation of Idgafsia. LIKE WOW. I aspire to not give a fuck like her !! Like these five placements be minding they bussiness foreralzies !!! Like a bomb in somebody house across the street could go off and mean while they’re in the bathroom setting up their soaps and bodycare right before they get in the shower- like dimming the lights n lighting their candles n everything IM CRYING😭 AOSNDODNSK. These ppl r nonchalant. They’re relaxed and easy to hang around, I love it I love it I love it 💖

like no this be them fr 😭😭😭 :

But personally and specifically I think a Taurus would be the mayor/president of Idgafsia. Using a old friend for observation, I don’t personally know how you could not be cool with one. She reminds me of capybaras.

When I litteraly say shes this gif I mean it. I could put a posionus snake her bed. She would have probrobly wake up and be like “not you put a poisonous snake in my bed while I was sleep. girly that’s so crazy girl let me go to the hospital real quick. ima be back. 🏥🚶🏻‍♀️🗿 ” LIKE HUH??? CQFBHENNR😭. Like if it SERIOUSLY has nothing to do with anything pertaining to them they will rlly just be chilling forreal foreal. 🗿

Aries/Gemini/Water men are so breedable imo

LOL. Let me stop😭

but yeah i could give these men the meanest strap.

Also water sign men are so sexy? wtf??

You can’t tell an Aquarius or Scorpio SHIT. They are very much “erm ackshually my fellow scholar🤓👆🏾 the sun is shuprshingly 📝🤓not the biggest 🤓📚🧪 celestial body within our vast mind boggling universe-🤓👆🏾 you may want to consider looking into stars such Sirius 🤓🤓🤓”

Like yeah dude. We know that. An Aquarius would probably try to explain to you how to walk as if you had not learned that many years ago in your fresh years on this planet. Girl move.

It’s so infuriating!! I CANT count how many times I’ve seen Aquarius like this specifically. Like ouu girly you want to be an encyclopedia soooo bad 🙄🙄 Like I don’t know. You guys really seem like know it alls, it’s really your way or the highway. I wanna prove an Aquarius girly wrong so bad. JUST BECAUSE 😈

They are the personification of finding out your ass was really on the remote after all- and now you just don’t want to admit it. Like we don’t care fren just give us the remote I’m trying to watch Once Upon a Time for the 12948372th time. 😔😞

Like girly wrap it up or whatever 🙄

But no.

No.

I do understand genuinely you guys really like to find information that really helped you out at times-and spread it to dear ones. It's very nice of you seriously- we appreciate it. Thank you my beloved wanna-be-encyclopedia, like rlly seriously my pookie scrimblo sticks. 💗🥰

Speaking of Aquarian influence. MY GOD. Idc if it’s Saturnian or Uranian or whatever. If it’s Aquarian/Capricornian (does that even make sense? I have come to this DEFINITE conclusion; that AQUARIUS/CAPRICORN IS JUST SO SEXY🤯🤯🤯 but the big emphasis is on Aquarius like MY GAWD.

*Dance for You by Beyonce starts to play* Like no . . . Papi Hiddleston is SO. FOINE. *DRAMATIC EXPLOSION* He be having me GAWKIN!! you ever see somebody so sexy you get scared ?!?! 😧 like oooh im shivering in me timbers !!! 😰🫣😨

several Aquarius have done me like that N LOOK. DONT EVEN TRY IT- Yes. I’m a marvel girlie. I might litterly bring up anything marvel related on every post so don’t even be shocked lol. Just expect that from now on im so serious lol. and yo my sister mad whacky she said he’s ugly and talked about his bamboozled hairline what a friggin' bitch😔✋🏾n if you think so too on January 22nd, 2024- on that Monday at 8:17 AM you will slip on a banana peel. 😈 🍌🍌🍌

I’m getting sidetracked BUT I watched that new BBC interview of him after season 2.

AND YO.

HIS VOICE IS SO DEEP WHAT?? ZOO WEE MAMA !!! 🤤🤤🤤

But this is how Capricorn/Aquarius have me😋😋😋

like it’s me bby . . 😜😉 let me be ur girl . . . mmmh stop trippin papi 😚😋🥰

They are sex walking I’m so sorry. This goes for Capricorn too with that Saturn energy. You guys r so hawt n sexay. Like sheesh meowwwww puurrr slay the boots house down yas. 🐈😼 😈

Like jeez let’s play Cool Cat by queen real quick.

Now listen up!

Virgo, Sagittarius, Leo, Aquarius, Aries, Capricorn, and Gemini !!! Im talking to you !! 💗😋 These placements are so accepting imo. Like no- I've just noticed that these placements.

Virgo- I think you guys seem to be good listeners. This goes for Gemini too- maybe because they may share qualities with Mercury. They both do so in a caring sense- such in a sense that if you feel like maybe no one is hearing you/dont feel heard they will maybe at least try to hear you out. I think they r just great when u need an ear 💗

Now Aries, Sag, Leo Gemini and Aquarius I LOVE YOU AGH. Is it me or like I LOVE WATCHING YOU GUYS BE YOURSELVES AHH. You inspire me so much AHH!!

YOU GUYS INSPIRE ME TO BE BOLD N TO JUST BE MYSELF LIKE ARGHH MATEY!! IM GONNA DO IT!!!!!!

I feel like there are times. Where you can feel or felt unsure or awkward about yourself. In my opinion I often see these signs just doing their thing at times- it can be unapologetic. It does not even have to be bold or anything they can just be minding their business doing their everyday thing. I guess what I'm saying is I love how authentic the sign can be.

There is some sort of level of confidence in them that they can stand on. I love it.

And yeah- I've just come to this conclusion that Capricorns, Geminis and Aquarius can just be weird? Like lol. Thier humor can be so weird and so out of the box sometimes- personality too. I feel when they are literally just being them, it is very inspiring to me imo.

Like i feel like you can have a dance off in the kitchen like this at 4am with them idk 😭:

N i guess its why I think these signs (Cap, Leo, Aqua, Aries, Sag) can usually be very sexy easily bc they r just so authentic n raw to me its kind of poetic like im twirling my hair rn n giggling 🤭

I feel like Leo, Aquarius and Scorpio can be like this when hurt:

"I'm so tall, can't get over me

I'm so low, can't get under me

I must be all these things

For I just threw out the love of my dreams"

Of course- when it comes to modality the four signs will obviously have something in common. What I mean with Leo Aqaurius and Scorpio is- they are just so- well- fixed. I noticed they try to act like they don't care about something- when they very much in fact do. You can't jump over them, you can't get under them- you can't get besides them, and like even if you did- it cannot really affect them that much anyway . . . -right? It feels like punching a stone made of jelly on the inside (literally so random- ik fren lmfao) I can punch a stone, It's fine- well not my knuckles ofc- they can be so hard when hurt. Sheesh. Only if you knew that you wobbled up that Jello a little bit on the inside. (Does that even make sense?)

And don't even try to pick up the stone- its too heavy. They ground themselves whatever philosophy they got going on in their noggin🥴🥴🥴🥴- no matter if its emotionally or whatever.

"He is in my eyes, he is in my ears

He is in my blood, he is in my tears

I breathe love, and see him everyday

Even though my love's a world away

Oh, he's got me wondering

My righteousness is crumbling"

It will bother them. And bother them. And bother them. And bother them. Bother them. And Aqaurius with think about it- try to bargain about it imo. Scorpio with feel a very fucking speicfic way about it and not say SHIT. 🙄😒 Leo's are so silly- they just try to act unfazed

but we easily know lol like ok girl-I'm sorry but there is something too whimsical/unserious about them to not know when somethings wrong 😭. But yes-back to the point. In short- its so annoying with them bc three gwrorlies dont just want to admit or submit to things at first. These three live off of cool down time !!! lmfao 🤣 you really got to give them a moment. Maybe a long time too. They care so much. Too much at times- like girl be calm.

I feel like they can do the most. They will do all sorts of things just to stand on something- or an idea or feeling that they had. It is hard for them to be wrong, or to lose. Sometimes I feel like these three need to learn how to truly let things be or go. Not everything has to be a chess game fren. ☹️💗 It like they feel they need to be a few steps ahead- they might feel ashamed or disappointed or sad or otherwise with them.

erm i have few more things to say but im literally tired of typing lol.

Ciao!!

[jungle-angel]

I NEED 2. “I um… I made you dinner” with Rhett pretty please 🥺

My love, I've been thinking about this all day long, you don't even know how hard (lol).

"Alright, everybody put your chairs up on your desks and make sure you have everything," you told your fifth graders. "Bus students, you know where to go."

The wooden chairs and desks in your classroom clunked against each other as your fifth graders put them up, gathering their coats and backpacks from the cubby spaces and hooks in the back of the classroom. Thank God today had been a half day and that your main lesson block on math was finally over. You swore that if you had to look at another fraction one more time, you were gonna go insane.

"Mrs. Abbot!" chirped one of your students. "I think I'm missing my bus tag."

"It's right here Jaime," you told him, clipping the yellow tag to the top strap of his backpack.

Your students came to shake your hand and say goodbye before they left the room, heading to the front of the school to wait for the busses or their parents. Your phone suddenly began vibrating in your back pocket and when you saw the contact picture, you knew it was Rhett.

"What's up Grumpy?" you joked.

"You've still got a half day right darlin?" he asked.

"Yeah and I'm on my way to get Amy and Hannah, what's going on?" you asked. "Did another calf come?"

"Nope, I've got a little surprise for you."

You made a face, wondering what sort of hair-brained thing your husband had been up to, being home alone all day with Tatum and Tanner. "Alright I'll be home in twenty."

"See ya then sweet cheeks," Rhett replied before hanging up.

You headed out the front doors of the school and down the cobbled path to the early-ed building, the last of the fall leaves just having fell from the quaking aspens near the play yard. Out of all the buildings on the school campus, this one was by far your favorite.

You walked right through the creaky front gate and up the steps that lead into the building, the kindergarten class immediately on your right and the preschool one to your left. There were only a few kids left in Amy's class, most of them already having taken the bus home, but you knew that in less than a few minutes, they too would head for home.

"Amy, sweetheart, Momma's here," her teacher called happily.

Amy ran right to you, giggling up a storm as she threw her arms right around your waist. "You ready to go home?" you asked her.

"Yeah!" she chirped.

You thanked her teacher and let her grab her coat from the hallway cubbies while Amy proudly showed you the little symbol she had chosen on a painted stone to show that it was hers......a bull kicking up his back legs.

You gathered up Hannah from the preschool room and led the girls out to the dirt lot, loading them up in the truck and buckling them in before heading for home. It was only eleven-thirty in the morning, but the earlier you could get home and get everything out of the way, the better, seeing as you and Rhett had a long vacation to look forward to.

Finally you reached home and unloaded the girls, the two of them charging into the warm and cozy house to kick off their little fuzzy ugg boots and strip off their hats and coats to go play down in the basement playroom. Yet a rather spicy and enticing smell had started to waft from the kitchen and a fire already crackling away in the living room fireplace.

"You're home early," Rhett chuckled as he poured a little bit of milk into his coffee mug.

"Half day," you said, dumping your back on the hallway bench. "And thank God. Our math main lesson block is finally over and I don't have to worry about it anymore."

Rhett laughed again as he lifted the lid off the crockpot and filled the whole kitchen with a spicy and herby scent. "Is that my little surprise?" you asked with a sly grin.

"I um.......I made you dinner," Rhett said as his cheeks began to go hot.

"You made me dinner?"

"I'm not the greatest cook in the world darlin but....."

"Rhett, how can you say that?" you laughed. "You made a prime rib last Christmas that had your godfather begging for the recipe."

Rhett laughed a little bit. In all the years you had been married, you still thought Rhett was an excellent cook, no matter what.

All day long, you let the chicken legs cook in the crockpot until they were practically falling off the bones. You, Rhett, his parents and the kids all ate until there were no leftovers to be had, surprised and grateful by Rhett's sweet little gesture.

[jae-bummer]

The Color of Love

Request: If you're still accepting requests with that prompt list, I'd absolutely love to request 11/soulmate au with Jooheon if possible! 🥺 There are never enough MX fics, especially not adorable fluffy ones!

Prompt:

11) Soulmate AU

Pairing: Monsta X Jooheon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Every love story was different, but always held the same three characteristics.

It could be ANYONE. Literally any person you pass on the street could be your soulmate. Didn't feel tiny in the expansive universe already?

It could happen at ANY time. Fifth grade math lesson? Accidental shoulder check at the grocery store? Awkward doctor's appointment? There was no telling where love would rear its ugly head.

Love in this new age? It always started with a burst of color.

"All I could see was this bright green going from my hand down my forearm," your best friend, Mina, rushed out excitedly. "It almost made me drop the weight I was holding."

"That's great, babe," you smiled, trying to be happy for her. "Who is the lucky guy?"

"His name is Hajoon," she continued dreamily. "I guess he'd seen me at the gym before but was too scared to say anything. Isn't that adorable?"

You would probably be going to Hell for not being over the moon for your best friend, but it was hard when you were still waiting.

Society put such an emphasis on finding your soulmate, it was impossible to think of much else. Going about your day, you tried to pay attention to who you brushed past or made casual physical contact with. That's how you would know.

When you touched your soulmate, color would bloom across your skin at the point of impact.

"Super cute," you sighed, avoiding eye contact. "So he saw you start to struggle and saved the day by spotting you?"

"Mhm," she hummed. "As soon as his fingers touched the back of my hand, it was like someone threw dye onto our arms. It was the craziest thing!"

"Sounds beautiful," you nodded, giving your best effort at a smile.

Clocking your failed attempts at support, Mina smiled sadly in return. "It's going to happen for you soon. I can feel it."

"Can you pass some of that feeling to me?" you grumbled. "I'd prefer not to ruin such a big day for my best friend."

"Hush," she cooed, wrapping an arm around you. "You haven't ruined anything. Sour mood or not, I have some good news."

"What's that?"

"Hajoon works for an entertainment company," she nodded. "He's an executive-"

"Cute AND rich?" you teased. "That IS some excellent news for you."

Smacking at your leg, Mina continued. "He asked if I wanted to go to a concert put on by his work. We have plans to meet up after, but do you want to go to the concert with me? He said I could bring a friend while he's working backstage on things."

"Why not?" you sighed. "Maybe I'll get elbowed in the crowd and accidentally find my soulmate."

"That's the spirit!"

.

A few days later, you allowed Mina to get you dressed up, acting as her doll for the night. You could admit that you were going through the motions as you followed her to the venue. Determined to make sure it was a good night for her, you put on as bright of a smile as you could when she handed you a light stick.

"The group is called Monsta X," she instructed. "They have six members, and their music is really exciting."

"Got it," you nodded, positive you had listened to their songs before. "Who's my favorite?"

"Not Hyungwon," she grinned. "He's my favorite."

"Point him out to me so I know to stay clear," you chuckled.

"We also have a high touch after," she said brightly, tugging you through the crowd.

"High touch," you confirmed, searching your brain for what exactly that meant. "Can't wait."

"You're going to have fun," Mina said slowly, looking over her shoulder at you. "I promise."

And she was right, the show was a blast. You had never experienced a live concert like Monsta X's before. The energy of the crowed literally radiated through your body. You were right that you had heard some of their music before and sang along to all of the songs you knew. Being lost in the crowd that was all feeling the same electricity was incredible. It's like you were one giant, synchronous being.

After the show, you were a bit flustered from all the activity, nearly forgetting you had a chance to meet the idols before leaving (yes, you did break down and ask Mina what exactly a high touch was). Allowing her to once again navigate you to where you needed to be, it wasn't long before you were thrust in front of the very men you had been howling at only minutes before.

Pushing you in front of her, Mina pointed to the first member facing your way for the high touch. "That's Hyungwon."

Assessing him, you could easily see why he was her favorite. Handsome was an understatement, this man was ethereal. "Yeeaah he is."

"Y/N," your friend giggled, giving you a slight push. Taking the few steps forward, you slapped your hand in his for a high five. The moment lasted only seconds but there was a bit of a rush to meeting a celebrity.

Next came a tall, tan, and buff member you would later learn was Shownu.

After, you locked eyes with the third member, remembering him as one of the vibrant mood makers of the group. He had been incredible on stage.

As your hand skid across his, you shot back with a gasp.

"Yah!" the member shouted, hopping backwards as well. His focus ricocheted from his palm to yours, mouth completely agape. Looking down in fascination, colors began to wrap around his wrist and trickle down his arm.

Shocked by what was happening, you glanced down at your own arm as well, getting lost in the cloud-like imagery blossoming across your skin.

Gasps erupted around you by both spectators and other Monsta X members. You couldn't help but feel like you did something wrong. Like you weren't allowed to have someone so interesting and good looking as a soulmate.

This simply could not be possible.

"Hey!" Jooheon yelled, bringing your attention back to him. He wasn't talking to you, but shouting at a staff member while aggressively waving them over. "Yo!"

Snapping out of it a bit, you took another step back, only to be slightly held up by Mina behind you. This was sensory overload to the nth degree.

"Y/N," she hissed, her own eyes darting across the scene. "Did...did you just sync up with Jooheon? Is he your soulmate?"

Jooheon. You had never heard his name before, but it just sounded right.

"I...I think so," you managed, not entirely believing what was happening.

A staff member had finally appeared, listening to Jooheon as he rapid-fired the situation to his manager. Occasionally shooting looks of surprise your way, he didn't stop talking until they had both sidled up to you.

"We're stepping away from the high touch," his manager explained, taking you by the elbow and guiding you towards an adjacent hallway. "The fan meet will continue without Joohoney."

"That's not fair," you said slowly, shaking your head. Glancing to the man you assumed you were tied to for life now, you heaved a sigh. "Your fans have waited so long for you."

Looking helplessly back and forth between you and his manager, Jooheon croaked. "But you're my soulmate."

"I'm not saying I'm going to disappear," you smiled reassuringly. "I'll just wait until you're done. I've waited this long."

Giving a curt nod, Jooheon's eyes searched your face for a moment. His lips pulled into a slow smile before he reached up, giving your nose a boop. Immediately, his manager's jaw dropped, presumably as color stretched across the middle of your face.

Pleased with himself, Jooheon turned on his heel and took up his spot behind the table again. Maintaining eye contact with you, he offered a dazzling smile.

"Alright," his manager breathed out on a sigh. "Let's get you backstage, shall we?"

.

Lost in your phone, trying to explain what was going on to the friend you had abandoned, you almost didn't notice him walk in.

Hearing the quiet click of the door closing, your head immediately snapped up to see Jooheon leaning against the entrance. His expression was full of hope, with a fringe of excitement. You could tell he was trying to reign in his enthusiasm. Judging by how hard he went on the stage; he seemed like a very reactive person. This quiet and careful side of him wasn't something you had really expected.

You supposed you had a lot to learn.

Crossing the room slowly, he took a seat on the coffee table in front of the couch you were sitting on. He bracketed your knees with his, creating an intimate space between the two of you.

Without hesitation, he took your hands gently between his, a light purple color already blooming from your fingertips. "Y/N, right?"

You barely remembered telling his manager your name, so he likely got passed the information.

"That's me."

"My soulmate."

You nodded weakly, looking from your joined hands and back up to his face. He smiled again before lifting your fingers to his mouth and kissing each tip in turn. As he did, it was like dropping food coloring into a glass of water. Different hues clouded out of your joints and went swirling around your skin. It was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen.

Glancing up, you were immediately struck by the bright blue peppering Jooheon's mouth like ink blots. Slowly the color started to fade as your skin had lost contact with his mouth, but you still felt mesmerized by the whole experience.

"You're so beautiful," you said quietly, your eyes locking on his.

He gave you a close-lipped smile before tilting his head. Narrowing his eyes, he lifted his arm, and traced a small line on your cheekbone. You didn't have to see the result yourself to know that the visual had just as much of an effect on him as it did you.

"This is beautiful," he finally responded, dropping his hands to gather yours again. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of it."

"Me either," you breathed.

"I guess it gives me an excuse to hold your hand," he grinned, his eyes disappearing as it grew.

"You didn't need an excuse in the first place!" you laughed. "You're my soulmate now. You can hold my hand whenever you want."

"My soulmate," he whispered again. Each time he had voiced the words, there was a constant undertone of wonder.

"I don't think I'll get tired of hearing you say that," you chuckled, sure a blush was blazing across your face.

Jooheon furrowed his brows in thought. "Did you come to the show today as a fan? Was I your favorite?"

You coughed out a surprised laugh.

"It would be really awkward if you had a different favorite. If it was someone else, don't tell me who...

Okay, who was it?"

You continued to laugh as you shook your head. "I was only ever a casual fan. My friend had tickets and insisted I tag along. I promise I will be a Monbebe going forward, and you will always be my favorite."

"Damn right," he muttered. "And stay away from Minhyuk. He's more charming than I'd ever admit to him, and I don't want you getting caught in his cute little clutches."

"I will remain unshaken in my loyalty," you affirmed with a smirk. Plus, you had no idea who Minhyuk was, so that helped.

It was crazy to think of. If Mina didn't bring you here today, would you have ever discovered that Jooheon existed? Let alone that he was your soulmate?

You didn't want to think too hard on it. The universe worked in mysterious ways that you didn't expect to ever be privy to.

"So..." you hummed, glancing at Jooheon through your lashes. "What now?"

"Everything," he grinned, squeezing your hand. "We only have forever to figure out what happens next."

[zandvoort23]

ROUND 1/24 ⸺ bahrain grand prix ✩ 02.03.2024

maple's rating: ★★★★ (8.3/10)

☁︎ click read more facts, highlights & experiences ☁︎

✩ facts

red bull ties with williams for fourth on the all-time win table with 114 race wins!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🍾🍾🍾🍾

max today won his eighth consecutive race 😁✨🌷☀️☀️🍾🍾💌💌💌

max now has two of the four longest winning streaks in history in the past 10 months (10 races, eight races)

this is max's fifth grand slam, tying alberto ascari and michael schumacher’s career totals, third of all-time‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥

max is the first driver to score a grand slam in the opening race of the season since michael schumacher in 2004 🥺🥺🥺🥺

today was max’s 42nd consecutive classified finish (the second longest streak in history behind lewis’ 48)

red bull finished one-two in the opening race for the second consecutive season (max beat checo by 11.987s in 2023)

checo’s p2 today was his best finish since monza 23

carlos’ p3 was only his fourth podium finish since the start of 2023

charles’ p4 gave him 12 points – he only scored six points in the opening three races of 2023 combined

with george in p5 and lewis p7, mercedes scored an identical result to bahrain 2023, but with their drivers swapped over

fernando was p9 – he finished on the podium in the opening three races last year

there were no retirements in the opening race of a season for the first time in f1 history 🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🌷🌷✨✨

✩ raceweek highlights

✩ free practice

max NOT slaying 🙅🙅🙅

dam that ferrari looks a bit fast

DAMN WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO MERC 😵😵😵😵😵

max not sounding stressed though 👍

✩ qualifying

FIRST QUALIFYING OF THE SEASON 😵😵😵😵💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

qualifying being SO close

lewis kinda not impressing :/ oh okay

no incidents in quali! woah!!!

ALPINE. MASTERCLASS. 🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷 (disasterclass): p19 & p20

GEORGE not following the delta (he did not get a penalty. of course)

charles' q2 lap ✨✨✨✨

thank you oscar piastri for that tow. i will remember 💕💕💕💕

MAX POLE MAX POLE MAX POLE MAX POLE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💕💕💕💕💕💕💕☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

"ha ha sorry gp!" (gp and helmut bet on whether max got pole or not.)

33 poles for maxy!!!

✩ race

me having trouble breathing during the formation lap (normal occurrence. but still funny) 💥💥💥

OKAY. 🚨🚨🚨🚨 LETS FUCKING GOOOO

max IMMEDIATELY fucking off. who cares about the new drs rule if he can make a 1+ second gap within a lap 💀💀💀💀💀

NICE START FROM CHECOOO WOOOOO

contact between nico and lance 😨👎

charles. poor meow. what is happening to u 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫💔💔

fernando dropping 💔💔💔💔

FERRARI INFIGHTING LETS GOOO‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥

max building the fuck out of that gap 💘💕💓💖💗‼️‼️‼️🙏🙏🙏

50+ second pit stop for valtteri 💀 why does this always happen to him bro 😭😭😭😭

lewis not having a good time. like. at all 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 ‘MY SEAT IS BROKEN’ AHHSHAHAHAH 😭😭😭😭😭

carlos 👀👀👀

williams overheating / wheel failure 😨😨😨 bc of their new screen 😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️

MAX LAPPING👀👀👀🪽🪽🪽

fuck you vcarb for doing that to my man yuki. fuck you. fuck youuuu oh my god fuck youuuu‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️👎👎👎👎💥💥💥💥💥💥

max weaving on the way to the finish line 😭😭😭😭😭

MAX VERSTAPPEN WINS THE FIRST RACE OF THE SEASON WITH A FUCKING GRAND SLAM‼️‼️‼️🏆🏆🏆☀️☀️☀️🌷🌷🌷🌷🪽🪽🪽💕💕💖💓💖💓💖🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

checo p2! first p2 since monza 😭😭

✩ miscellaneous

lestappen + george after quali 💀 bye

max laughing at george for thinking he's 0.5 behind per lap 🗣️

new intro screen! max looks cutieful! but its a downgrade for the intro in general 💔💔💔

ALAIN PROST IN THE PRERACE SHOW??? BONJOUR SIR!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰💥💥💥💥💥

versainz kindaa 👀👀👀😏😏😏

✩ maple's diary

[lizzie-is-here]

just got emotionally fucking annihilated by wakanda forever

but i also wanna talk about it! warning for spoilers and general rambling below 👇

ok, let’s start with parallels CAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY

first off, the comparison of shuri and killmonger 👀

it really does make sense, especially when you think ab how they both “go against” tradition, rejecting the standards. t’challa (rip ilysm) still wanted to please the elders, even if he had more progressive ideas (ie: sandals for his first day

also i’m so fucking glad they didn’t try to cgi chadwick in. it would’ve felt disrespectful and i think it was handled beautifully

her sparing namor the same way t’challa spared those he fought (saving zemo, helping bucky, trying to help killmonger)

the dialogue callbacks bro. fuckin “show him who you are,” had me sobbing. “vengeance is consuming us” babes, shuri, i’m crying.

her being angered by loss and snapping at nakia like t’challa snapped at zuri when he realized killmonger’s identity

also i absolutely love riri. i was a bit apprehensive going in, but i think they executed her well without just making her a replacement for tony. that being said, he would absolutely adore her

the parallel of her going too high and running out of oxygen and later turning it on namor in the same way mirrors tony’s suit frosting over and doing the same to stane 😭

the silent flashes of t’challa took my breath away. the silence really compounded just how empty and quiet their grief is.

seeing shuri try so hard in the opening and not even being able to say goodbye was so sad, and you can see her thoughts racing later on when she successfully synthesizes the heart-shaped herb. it’s a sort of “what if i’d thought of this earlier?” “who would still be alive?” “how could i have missed this?” sort of feeing

onto details!

the new black panther suit is stunning 🤩 the gold and silver details along with the dots that almost look like pearls, mirroring the ones she wears at the funerals? it shows that even if she is the leader of wakanda now, she’s still very young, still grieving her many losses

the tech and ai has really been amped up. shuri’s ai and her different interfaces looked amazing. also the ai (who i think is grio but i couldn’t tell) reminds me of jarvis. mainly in the orange blob department

the dora milaje looked stunning as ever, and seeing some new tech for them was exciting

THE VIBRANIUM THAT MELTED INTO THE CARS ALSKDKDKFKLDDK OBSESSED TONY WOULDVE LOVED THAT SHIT

talokan was gorgeous, even if it did violently trigger my thalassophobia

ummm everett and valentina being married (well, divorced) was a plot point i was not expecting. hope to see him in the thunderbolts tho he’s very slay

fucking 👏 t’challa 👏 junior 👏

i broke down right then and there

took me right out

i won’t lie the people of talokan gave me avatar vibes but i did like the touch of them having siren-like voices.

also namora was pretty so that’s a win

ok i get that it’s a movie. but realistically, i’d they’re fighting this massive underwater force, why not just call any other super powered avenger????

like for movie’s sake yeah it’s all fine but like if i were in the mcu living that shit i’d be like “let’s just call thor. have him like electrocute the water. or doctor strange. he did that cool water thing in endgame that had literally no purpose except to give him screen time. or wanda, we all know she ain’t really dead bffr”

AYO IS GENERAL NOW??? I LOVE OKOYE BUT THATS A SLAY

ALSO SHES GAY??????

I SAW THAT KISS AT THE END 👀👀👀👀

man i love m’baku so much. he’s just. ugh

ok in better terms, i think i like him so much because he is first presented as a chad, almost. he’s strong, a bit dumb, and leads the isolated tribe.

but then you interact w him and find out he’s incredibly emotionally empathetic and kind, and reaches out to shuri as a helping hand, a person to lean on.

i just really appreciate him okay 🥺😭

overall, stunning. 10/10, fifth time in a row that marvel’s made me cry at one of their movies.

aka black widow (bc yelena and the ending), shang-chi (bc gotdamn let me cry ab the chinese representation), no way home (cause duh), love and thunder (BC HE ADOPTED HER BITCH WHAT) and now this

stunning, showstopping, say what you will about marvel but damn they know how to make me cry

[the-fiction-witch]

The Cult of Chaos P2

Media The Maze Runner X Fantasy

Character Newt

Couple None

Rating spooky

Requested

The cult of chaos part 2 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I'm OBSESSED with The cult of chaos!!!! It's so goooooooood!😱😱😱 I just love how he worships her ♥️♥️♥️ I can't wait to read future parts 😘 Will there be more cuot of chaos?

I woke in my bed feeling giddy and excited leaped out with enthusiasm and got dressed for the day into my dark grey clothes. For a moment I fixed my fluffy hair and looked at myself.

"Humm I am gonna look good in Black," I smirked, grabbed my stuff and hurried out into the fairly empty village, 

"Morning Newt," Minho waved as he headed through helping to pull Gally's cart filled with his moonshine jars,

"Morning Minho, Morning Gally," I waved,

"You seem chipper." Minho laughed,

"I suppose" I shrug trying not to reveal myself, 

"Where were you off to last night?" Gally asked in a suspicious tone, 

"ohh me?" I asked, "Uhh nowhere just out to the river for a walk is all." I lied,

"Alright, you coming to the tournament?" Minho cheered,

"Of course, let me help." I smiled as I helped them to push the cart through the mud to the nearby city, it wasn't a far journey but it was still not the easiest. But as soon as I got his cart to his stall I waved them goodbye and scampered away I enjoyed the many stalls and games around the tournament before of course I paid my coin and headed into the large oval surrounded by stands of cheering people ready for the event to begin, I found myself a seat and excitedly kept my eyes open, and soon enough it began. 

The Horns blew out, they echoed across the moors and everyone was silenced. 

The king stepped out onto the podium and spoke with a booming voice, "Blessed be all sprite folk and honoured ones!"

So we all repeated the words back this loud synchronized, "Blessed be all sprite folk and honoured ones." 

"We rejoice at the sun's brightness here today for this our sixteen hundredth Tournament!"

Applause rang out across the city, 

"Yes, yes, been quiet a time. Now without further ado our champions!" He called 

Applause rang out across the city again, 

 "Firstly we introduce The Champion Of Creation!" He introduced and the boy came forward from the bank of tents in his silver and green armour with his sword of shining white, He took a bow to the applause of everyone watching. He came down into the oval and in the place he approached from the tents four people in long silver and green cloaks other honoured ones from the cult of creation known for their overwhelming acceptance of all sprite folk and honoured, all covering their faces but their hands visible. 

"Secondly we introduce the Champion of Endings!" He introduced and another boy came forward in red and black armour with a sword of spikes he came into the oval and two men and a woman honoured by the cult of endings a dark and solemn people, came in black cloaks with red symbols hiding all elements of them but their blood-red eyes. 

"Thirdly The Champion of Affection!" He introduced and stepped forward a woman in a long red and green dress and amour she too came to the oval with cheers to greet her but no weapon, replacing her in this line was six from the honoured of the Cult of Affection I feel I don't need to explain they are a very lovey-dovey people, very free love kinda ideas over there, in cloaks of red and green revealing their faces and their painted lips. 

"Fourthly the champion of bloodshed!" He introduced and in stepped a tall man in gold with red to accent him the largest most impressive belt of weapons he joined the oval to much applause and into the line stepped three from the cult of bloodshed a dark people many feared but also adored at tournaments in red with gold accents cloaks pulled back to expose their matching amour.

"Fifth the champion of Lands!" He introduced and into the oval stepped a man in blue and green amour, only one green and blue cloaked woman with her hood down to reveal her wet hair as the representation of the cult of lands which made sense of their love of the earth often meant they refused to travel from their blessed village. 

"Sixth the champion of Mind!" He introduced and in stepped a young boy clearly barely even old enough to fight in his silver and blue amour he didn't want to go into the oval but the women from the cult of the mind pushed him in in their silver and blue cloaks open to all but their heads.

"And finally" he spoke up and Immediately I perked up, "The champion of Chaos!" He introduced and the woman stepped in, tall, strong, and confident in an amour of black and light gold she stepped in confidently swinging a chained mace-like weapon, behind her came three from the cult of chaos in black cloaks with gold trim I so looked over fondly, to think soo I would be one of them. 

"Then let the tournament commence!" He called out and immediately the sight began everyone, of course, cheering for whomever they believed in or wanted to win in the spite folks' case, but I took the time as everyone watched to sneak over and grab the arm of one of the women from the cult of chaos she didn't argue as I took her to a remote corner,

"Hi,"

"Hello," she sighed putting her hood down, 

"I uhhh I have some questions..."

"I'm aware newt."

"How do-"

"Really?" she glared,

"Fair enough," I nodded, "I saw her last night."

"You saw her?"

"I did. I spoke with her. I... I am going to swear alliance." 

"right, what do you want then? you want me to take your measurements or something?"

"I mean... not a bad idea."

"what do you want to know?"

"right, right, she said To swear to me you must visit three times. Each time swear you'd allegiance to me. And each time you sacrifice something of yours, The first is blue, the second is red and the third a white. Once all our collected you will join us here on a summer eve and walk willingly into the flames of chaos. Then and only when you will be mine." I explained, "What uhh what are these sacrifices."

"That's part of the test I can't just tell you." she said, "But... The first is blue of high and low, of energy and flow, of chaos born from dust. The second is red which beats and breaks a part of you to swear your place, of chaos born from a human fate. The third is white of sow and seed, of chaos born from potential of thee." she explained "Then and only then she will tell you of the fire's place and you will come to us you will walk into the flame of chaos willingly and if you burn you will die, if you live you will be welcomed. As one of us." she explained picking her hood up and returning to the tournament,

"Wait-" I called out but she was already gone, "Well that answered nothing..."