#what do the inside of the buildings look like. how does everyone decorate. i feel insane

[appocalipse]

hello! can I please request "I really, really want to kiss you right now." with steve and our shy!reader friend?!

here you go my love! hope you like it ♥ 1.3 k

The rain catches the two of you by surprise.

It pours down relentlessly, the cold droplets stinging your skin as you and Steve hurry towards his car, sadly parked way too far away from the charming flea market you had somehow dragged him to earlier that afternoon. 

Well, not really dragged exactly — Steve himself had volunteered to give you a ride the moment he heard you telling Robin how much you wanted to go and see if you could find some new furniture for your apartment, maybe even some decorations. But you felt as if you had dragged him there because, c'mon, what kind of guy thinks walking around a flea market with a friend is any fun?

And to top it off, the summer rain had come out of nowhere, sending everyone desperately running for shelter somewhere. Some lucky vendors had their tents already set up when it started, others began trying to cover their wares with tarps or whatever else they had at hand. A good number of them simply started to pack up their things to leave though, as did most of the potential customers who had been taking a look around — you and Steve included.

He had left his BMW in the parking lot of a closed store. It had seemed much closer before than it does now, as you and him run through the rain, palms over your heads to try to shield your faces from the relentless water.

You accidentally step into a puddle. Water splashes around your ankle, wetting the bare skin all the way up to your calf. You mutter a curse under your breath, deeply resenting your decision of wearing a summer dress today. "Oh, great." 

Steve chuckles, looking over his shoulder to you. Then what you can only assume is instant karma happens, and he slips and falls into a larger puddle, splashing water all over his pants and shoes.

You try to hold back, you really do, but the laughter is already building up inside of you, threatening to come out. And besides, he makes no move to get up, sitting there on the ground all wet, looking up at you like an abandoned puppy.

You giggle, which makes him laugh as well. 

"Sure," he says, "go ahead and laugh."

"Sorry, I'm sorry!" you choke out, trying to hold back your laughter as you approach him, offering one hand to help him up. "Are you okay?"

But of course he is. Except for the blow to his ego, that is. And now, in addition to just being wet, his jeans are also partially stained with mud.

And the t-shirt — which is white, no less — starts to stick to his skin, giving you a view you didn't ask for but that's certainly hard to ignore.

Steve accepts your hand, but you use both hands and too much force to pull him up, so he almost collides with you when he finally stands, his face inches from yours. You both laugh, because it was supposed to be funny — his head almost bumps into yours — but he grabs your shoulders and the remnants of the laughter from before slowly die when you realize without a doubt that he's looking at your mouth.

And you at his. In the rain. Doesn't get any more romantic than this.

Except for the fact that Steve is Steve, the former King Steve, the boy who had a pretty girl on his arm every week, while you are...you.

You're not sure who pulls away first, who clears their throat, changes the subject. But before you know it, you're sitting in the passenger seat of Steve's car, staring at the dashboard as lightning cuts across the darkened sky in the distance, a storm clearly brewing.

And it's worse. This feeling you have whenever you look at him or he says your name or anyone mentions his…it's somehow worse like this, in this moment, inside this car.

As if that wasn't enough, he offers you a jacket that he takes from the backseat. His jacket.

"Thanks," you murmur, taking the jacket and putting it on. It's warm. You remember the last time you saw him wearing it and resist the urge to close your eyes for a moment, inhaling his scent that still clings to the fabric. It's like a mix of laundry detergent, soap, and something uniquely Steve.

You feel a blush creep up your neck, and you look away, trying to focus on something else. Anything else.

He hasn't started the car yet, you notice. Perhaps  he's considering waiting to see if the weather will get a little better? It doesn't look that bad that it's not safe to drive, you think.

“Sorry for dragging you here for nothing,” you say, when it’s clear he’s not going to say anything.

“You didn’t drag me,” Steve assures you, sitting half to the side to look at you. "And what do you mean, for nothing? You wanted to look at the furniture, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but we didn't buy anything and now you're all wet."

He chuckles so quietly you almost don't hear. "I didn't come here to buy furniture."

You think about asking what he actually came for, but that would be a stupid question, wouldn't it? A hope of hearing something that he probably won't say. He came so you could buy what you wanted. He's a good friend like that.

Still, when you turn your head to look at him, there's something different in the way he's looking back at you. You smile, hoping to God he doesn't notice the nervous edge behind it, "What?"

Steve opens his mouth. He's pretty sure he didn't give those words permission to come out, and yet they come out anyway,  hoarse and low, "I really, really want to kiss you right now."

You watch his lips move as he speaks, but it's like your mind can't process the words. 

And once you do, you blink, not quite sure what to say to that. Your heart feels like it's trying to escape your chest, a wild thing thumping against your ribs. But there's something else in there too. Something warm. Something you haven't felt in a long time.

The front seats are close enough, so Steve reaches out, cupping your cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing across your lips. "I've wanted to for a while now," he whispers, leaning in closer.

You feel hot all over, the air in the car suddenly too thick to breathe. 

Steve's fingers trail down your cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of your bottom lip, teasing you. It's a slow, deliberate movement, as if he's memorizing every inch of your face, every second of this moment. "Do you want me to?" he whispers, and the teasing tone in his voice makes your stomach flip over. 

Your mind is spinning, but somehow you manage to force out the words, "Yes." You mean it. God, you mean it.

Steve's smile grows in that charming, lopsided way he has when he's happy. You can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin as he leans in closer, closer…and then his lips are there, pressing softly against yours. Feather-light at first, like he's testing the waters, making sure this is what you want. But when you part your lips, letting him in, he deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a slow, lazy rhythm, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your head, holding you to him.

And then, all too soon, he pulls back, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. "Was that…was that okay?"

You smile, leaning as close to him as you can without jumping over the gearshift.

"It was more than okay."

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[lambertdiary]

I love your writing so much. I love seeing your posts every day!!! I have a request for Dalton - basically him Chris and readers are at a party and and dalton let loose for once and started drinking. After a few drinks, he gets really touchy with the reader and is all over her and is needy. And is like "I need you" and then you can make it into smut? 🙏

A/N: this one ie heavily inspired by ‘so it goes’ by taylor swift. as always please let me know what you think and if you're not comfortable reading this content feel free to exit my blog! likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫶🏻

Word Count: 1.6k+

Warnings: NSFW, smut, established relationship, alcohol consumption, language (again, if you're not comfortable reading this please keep scrolling)

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So It Goes

Y/N was in her dorm looking through her clothes. She was getting ready to impress her boyfriend and for another dumb party Chris begged them to attend. It was Saint Patrick's Day and apparently it was a tradition for the frat houses to throw a big party, none of them were good though. 

The flier said ‘green outfits were encouraged’ but after trying on a few different outfits, she finally decided on a black dress. She wanted to wear something attractive but not too revealing, just enough to drive Dalton crazy. They had been keeping their relationship a secret from everyone, including Chris, and were planning on keeping it like that for a while. 

“Woah, since when do you dress like that for a frat party?” Chris asked, closing the door behind her.

“Is this too much?” Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, examining her dress choice.

“No!” Chris quickly replied “You look fantastic, I was just surprised to see you in such a beautiful dress for a lame party” 

“Oh, thank you” She smiled at her friend “I don’t know, i have a good feeling about this one”

Chris was pretty much ready too, just finishing up her make up and waiting for Dalton to get there so they could leave together. It was usually like that, for some reason they went to a lot of parties even though they always said they weren’t coming back.

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation and an eager Y/N ran to open it, revealing Dalton on the other side.

His eyes widened as he whispered “Oh wow, Y/N… you look-”

“Dalton, you look like you’re excited to go” Chris said when he noticed his smile.

He instantly blushed and entered the room “Are you guys ready?”

“We have been ready for like 15 minutes, why does it always take you so long to get here?” Chris asked him.

“Less time to be at the party, I guess” Chris rolled her eyes and stood up from her bed, examining her two friends’ outfits noticing they were both dressed in black.

“And how come I’m the only one wearing green?” 

“I have green earrings” Y/N replied, moving her hair to show off her jewelry. They both looked at Dalton, who obviously did not care about the dress code, he just shrugged his shoulders and hoped that wouldn’t become a problem. The two girls rolled their eyes and left the building, forcing him to guide them to their destination. 

They arrived at the ridiculously decorated frat house, already a bunch of frat dudes wandering outside, too drunk to know where they were. 

“Well, this looks promising” Y/N whispered.

“If someone gets sick inside, we’re leaving” Chris mentioned before going in.

They had to admit, this party looked like it had potential, the alcohol table had more options, the dance floor a lot bigger and so far, no weird looking liquids on the floor.

Like always, a group gathered to play stupid drinking games. Passing around shots of who knows what to get started. It started out slow, but after chugging beer out of plastic cups the games got more competitive. 

Y/N and Dalton weren’t paying too much attention to whatever new game the rest of the group was playing, so far their night summed up in sharing lustful looks in the dark and being a little too handsy, double checking their surroundings to make sure they didn’t get caught. 

It went on for a while, until Dalton came up to her and whispered “I need you” Looking around to ensure no one else heard him “Please” He groaned next to her ear. 

She did too, so when they noticed Chris was too busy getting drunk with the others, they sneaked upstairs to find somewhere more private. 

They didn’t have any luck at first, until Dalton finally opened an unlocked door that led to a tiny bathroom. They started kissing as soon as they went in, closing the door behind them. His back was against the wall and he was blindly looking for the lock on the door. 

Moments later, he lifted her up and carried her over to the sink, having a full view of the two of them in the dirty mirror behind her. It escalated quickly, the kisses getting more desperate and the room getting hotter by the second.

“We have to be quick” He breathed in between kisses. Y/N just hummed in response.

She moved to his neck and Dalton’s hands dropped from her face, and his big hands started running up and down her exposed thighs, getting closer to in between her open legs, painfully slowly. Once he reached her underwear he began to run his fingers over it.

“Mhm, Dalton” Y/N hissed at the contact. Hearing her got him more worked up, so he completely got rid of her painties and put it on the back pocket of his jeans, then without even looking he found her clit and started to gently stimulate her, occasionally taking care of the rest of her slit. Y/N was gasping with her mouth wide open and her head was now resting on his shoulder.

Dalton felt his cock twitch in his pants, so he pulled out his wet fingers, ready to unbutton his own pants, until he remembered one more thing they needed to keep going.

“I’ll be right back” Dalton said as he left the bathroom. It only took him like a minute to come back, and he happily showed her a small aluminum package, once again locking the door behind him “I might know where Nick keeps his condoms”

“Ew, that's Nick’s?”

“It’s sealed” He clarified. He went back to stand in between her legs, and without wasting any time , pulled down his pants, just enough to free his throbbing cock. He carefully put on the condom and stroked it a few times before aligning himself with her entrance, slowly pushing in and both of them moaning at the same time. He quickly found a pace that was pleasurable for the both of them.

“Shit” She whispered, with her hand gripping the marble top sink for dear life. Dalton grinned wickedly, pulling her leg so it hooked around his hip. 

He continued to pound into her as she creeped under his shirt and found his bare back, her cold hands making Dalton quiver a little, and he was sure she would be leaving scratches down his back, which drove him crazy. 

Biting his lips as he brushed his hair back “Fuck” A low groan came out of him. His other hand found her clit to help her with her pleasure. At first, rubbing it slowly, but gradually worked at a fast pace that made her stomach tense. Y/N couldn’t do anything else but whimper uncontrollably “Does it feel good, baby?” He asked. 

“Yes” She managed to answer in between moans. Y/N left his back and gripped his shirt for a moment, but then buried her hands in his hair as he thrusted quickly and desperately into her. 

They were completely caught up in the moment, the sound of their moans, the heavy breathing and the slapping of their skin giving away what was going on in that bathroom, but they weren’t worried about if there was someone outside. Y/N tightened her thighs around his waist, bringing him closer to her and causing her dress to ride up her thighs even more “Please- almost there” She breathed. 

Dalton went faster and took a minute to stare at the mirror, meeting with his own gaze and the back of his frenetic girlfriend, he could see her hair move along with his thrust and her ass roll along the top sink. His hand grasped tightly at her skin as he could sense his own orgasm approach. He kept up his rough pace until he could feel her thighs trembling around him. She was squeezing him, alerting him that she was close “Dalton” Y/N cried out.

Her walls pulsate around him as his rhythm becomes more and more desperate. The overstimulation of his fingers on her clit and his cock inside of her became too much, and she finally reached her release. Y/N felt a wave of electricity hit her as her body jerked against him. This made him lean his head forward and rested it on her shoulder, his hot breath hitting her skin as he mumbled a mixture of swears and moans. It didn’t take long for his orgasm to get him, his thrusts became sloppier and his breathing a lot heavier and uneven.

“Shit” He rasped out, leaving her clit and wrapping his arms around her waist, only thrusting a few more times until he felt his cum spill into the condom. After their orgasms ended, he pulled out of her. She met his eyes again and studied his face, noticing the lipstick marks all over his face and neck.

She giggled and ran her thumb over the stained marks “We have to clean up” She said, before pulling him in for a kiss. They cleaned up and fixed their hair and clothes before coming out, but Y/N felt like she was forgetting something “Dalton…” She started, but stopped when she spotted her underwear hanging from his back pocket. Y/N softly hit his back and grabbed her own panties “Why do you have these on your pocked?” 

“I didn’t want them to touch the dirty bathroom floor, did you?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. She rolled his eyes at him and quickly put them on “Come on, let’s find Chris before she finds us”

[teenytinyjimin]

if it all ended tomorrow (k. seokjin)

if the sun refused to shine

baby, would i still be your lover?

would you want me there

if the moon went dark tonight?

summary: kim seokjin is an angel, and the only lover she ever needed.

pairing: seokjin x reader

word count: 2.07k

tags: major character death, perfect!seokjin (he’s already perfect anyway), enamored!oc that views him as her entire world

warnings: none except the fact that this is gonna be TRAGIC and i apologize so effing much

author’s note: kim line SLAUGHTERED 🔪 jk but interesting how my first three fics on here r of the kim line. anyways ty for the support <3

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If she were going to be honest with herself, she'd say, quite plainly, that her life has no meaning or no value. There had been far too much that had happened recently that left her almost numb to any thoughts or feelings she might have or, alternatively, want to have. Most of her days were spent either sitting in bed, stuffing her face with an ungodly amount of food, or going to work and overworking herself to the point where she could barely stand up because of how physically and mentally exhausted she was.

Nothing about these habits was enjoyable in any sense of the word. She didn't like the feeling of being unproductive and unworthy of life. She wanted so desperately to get back into the swing of things. But alas, she couldn't do it even if she forced herself to.

That's why she needed someone else to force her. And that's what happened today. She was invited to a celebration being hosted in an event building at a local park. Her mom encouraged her to 'get out of the house', her friends told her that it would be best to 'stay in-tune with reality', and her boyfriend's friend, a young man named Jungkook, practically begged her to go. Honestly, the first two encouragements weren't enough to get her to go to the event. It was Jungkook's pleading, with his big doe eyes welled with tears and face filled with worry - worry for her wellbeing - that convinced her that she should do something rather than rot in bed.

So here she was, outside of the private event building, watching people walk in before her. She was quite afraid to take a step inside the door because of the judgment she was anticipating. As soon as she was in sight of everyone within the room, she would receive stares, people would whisper, and she would be treated as if she were fragile and deserving of pity. She didn't want that. She just wanted to attend the celebration, make Jungkook happy, and leave.

With a deep sigh, she closed her eyes for a moment and tried to clear her mind of any anxiety she felt in that moment. Her first time being seen by other people in months was something that terrified her, but she wasn't going to let it get to her. She had already let a million other things get to her. Maybe her mom was right. Maybe she did need to get out of the house. Go back to normal life.

As soon as she stepped into the building, she admired how beautifully it was decorated. Pink decorations everywhere, with flowers and music and the sweet scent of roses and candy. It was truly incredible to see how well-put-together the celebration was. She was in awe.

She continued to look around in an attempt to spot people she recognized. She already saw Jungkook on the opposite side of the building with a few of his other friends, however he hadn't seen her yet. She also spotted her boyfriend's parents, standing and talking to other older adults with solemn looks on their faces. And finally, upon scanning the room a little more, she spotted her boyfriend himself. Kim Seokjin, the love of her life.

He looked beautiful. His face, so soft and full of life, sat there smiling back at her. The slight glow to him made him look unreal, as if he had been an angel who landed on earth just for her. Looking at him made her heart completely stop, as it always did, and her brain went fuzzy. Something about him always made her act like a complete fool and she was never able to behave normally around him. She was completely, entirely, 100% head over heels for this man and she always would be.

They say that when you die, the best moments of your life replay in your final seven minutes. And while she wasn't quite dead, looking at her Seokjin started those seven beautiful minutes.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

May 15th, 2015

Tousling her hair a little bit to give it last-minute volume, she heard the honk of a car horn outside of her home. In an enamored frenzy, she smiled widely and started spritzing on her perfume like a maniac before quickly looking in the mirror one last time. She didn't wear dresses all too often, so felt a bit overdressed, but she knew it was for good reason. She grabbed her purse and walked out the door, only to see her gorgeous boyfriend leaning against his car.

Now that she was seeing him in all his glory, she changed her mind. She now felt rather underdressed. Seokjin had his hair beautifully slicked back and was dressed in a stunning tuxedo, holding a bouquet of pink roses. His face, sheen and sparkly, lit up upon seeing her, and his plump lips curled into the softest of smiles.

"You look beautiful," he complimented as she approached him, offering her the roses. "I mean, you're always beautiful, but... wow." A bright red crept to her cheeks as she took the roses and planted a soft kiss upon his cheek. "So do you, Jinnie." His smile now growing much bigger, he gave her a gentle nod and turned to open her car door. As soon as she got in and situated, he closed the door and returned to his side, promptly getting in.

"I have dinner reservations for us, and then I thought we could see where the night takes us. I know neither of us really like being spontaneous, but I didn't really have any other plans," Jin admits sheepishly. "But I figured neither of us would mind as long as we were spending time together, right? Being next to you is enough for me."

"Sounds wonderful," She responded, placing a gentle hand on his knee. She didn't listen to a damn word he said, far too hypnotized by his beauty, but she'd do anything he wanted if it meant being with him.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

July 9th, 2016

“Don’t worry dear, they’ll love you.”

She felt her boyfriend leave a soft kiss on her temple before looking up at him with wide and nervous eyes. She hadn’t said anything since they got out of the car and approached the apartment complex, yet he could easily read her mind without any words being exchanged. Today she was meeting Jin’s best friends and she couldn’t be any more terrified.

She had heard a lot about them. Seokjin never stopped talking about them, in fact. He loved bragging about his friend group and the fun things they’d do, and it almost made her a little jealous because the truth was that she didn’t have a friend group that was even half as close as it seemed like these seven boys were.

“What if they don’t?” The words barely escaped her lips as her bottom one trembled in upset. She wanted to be strong for her boyfriend, she really did, but she was far too anxious about this. He let out a soft hum and reached out to press the stop button on the elevator before turning to her and grabbing her hands.

“Do you trust me?”

She stared into his eyes. His big, beautiful eyes. The eyes that would never tell a lie, and would never lead her astray. She knew she was in good hands, she truly did, but something about the situation made her uneasy. Perhaps it was just the fact that she was meeting so many people at once. Not just people, it seemed like they were a rather rowdy group of boys.

“…Yeah.”

Jin smiled gently as he reached in to place a kiss on her lips and restart the elevator at the same time. “Then you’ll be fine. I promise.”

And just as Jin had promised, she found herself engulfed in dozens of hugs by these six other boys. Not only that, but she felt as if she had been a part of their friend group, their little chaotic family, since the very beginning.

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October 23rd, 2022

"Are you awake yet, beautiful?"

Still half asleep, she stirred in bed, eyes opening to see a blurry Seokjin standing in the doorway of their shared bedroom. He was holding something rather large in both hands, however she wasn't yet awake enough to figure out what it was.

Letting out a soft groan, she rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed. Now that she was able to get a clear view of her gorgeous boy, still in his pajamas but otherwise ready for the day, she saw that he was holding a tray of food. It took her a second to realize that he was delivering her breakfast in bed, but once she realized, a huge grin appeared on her face.

"I am now..." She trailed off, marveling over the food that her lover was now placing in front of her as he crawled onto the bed next to her.

"I couldn't sleep any longer, so I decided to make you some food. I also cut up those strawberries we had in the fridge that we kinda forgot about." He grabbed one and looked at it. "I promise they're still good. I checked each one." Letting a soft giggle out, she looked over at Jin with lidded eyes. "Thank you, baby." She said as he offered her the strawberry in his hand which she accepted graciously.

The rest of their breakfast in bed date was comprised of Jin doing most of the talking while he fed her the different foods he had set up on the tray, insisting that he didn't want her to have to lift a finger and just wanted her to enjoy some good food. From time to time, he got a little too passionate about whatever topic he was speaking about and almost nearly missed her mouth completely, resulting in a few times where he had to wipe around her lips with a napkin and her teasing him until he shut her up with a kiss.

"You know," She said, taking a pause to swallow the food in her mouth. "I absolutely adore you."

"Glad to know the feeling's mutual," Seokjin smiled softly as he fed her the next bite.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Present

“I’m glad you made it,” Her attention was drawn from the picture of her boyfriend to the voice coming from next to her, none other than Jungkook. “It would’ve hurt if you didn’t come.”

She sighed, looking over at her friend with sad eyes. “I didn’t want to if I’m honest. But I knew that if anyone had to be here it had to be me.”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they stood in silence for what seemed like forever. Part of her wanted to break down sobbing in order to release the emotion she’s been holding on to for so long. But the other part of her, the bigger part, enjoyed the silence and enjoyed spending it with one of her boyfriend’s best friends.

“You know he loved you, right? More than anything in this world,” Jungkook looked at her briefly before looking back at the framed picture of Jin. “You were his everything. There wasn’t a single conversation we had that didn’t involve you in some way. Nothing else mattered to him but you.”

She knew that what Jungkook was saying was true, even if she didn’t want to physically admit it. Obviously they never spoke about funeral plans because they never saw either one of them dying so soon, but she knew that if Seokjin wanted a celebration of life she was the only one he’d ever want there. No one else mattered except for her. The world could have been engulfed in flames but he would’ve been as happy as can be if she was happy too. He would’ve moved mountains for her, walked across a desert with no water for her, killed for her. And the truth is that she would have done the same for him.

Life without Jin wasn’t going to be an easy one. But coming to the celebration of life, seeing his picture, and spending a moment with one of his closest friends made her realize that if she truly loved him, she would do what he would’ve wanted and keep living. For him. Her dearest angel Jin.

[bobfloydsbabe]

illicit affairs | bob floyd x oc | mob boss au

patch it up good

SUMMARY: After a deal goes sideways, Abby cleans Bob's bloody knuckles.

WARNINGS: mob boss au, cleaning wounds (not graphic), bob being horny on main, soft mob boss bob. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

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SPECIAL THANKS: To @lovinglyeternal for sending this thot, which served as the inspiration for this drabble. To @joaquinwhorres, @wkndwlff, @sylviebell who all love MBB almost as much as I do.

A/N: I blacked out and wrote this in one sitting, then editing it took forever, and now it's way past my bedtime. So, enjoy this drabble, which is most likely crap.

“Sir?”

The sound of her smooth voice makes him turn around. She’s a vision. Poised, sophisticated, sexy. A deep frown decorates her face, and Bob wants nothing more than to smooth it out with his thumb.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

It’s well past midnight and everyone in the building, save for him, has gone home to start their weekend. That includes Abby, yet she stands in the doorway to his office looking concerned.

She takes a few steps forward, her black heels clicking on the floor as she does. His eyes drop down, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to ground himself and keep visions of her in all kinds of compromising positions at bay.

“I wanted to finish up some paperwork,” she tells him. 

She takes another step forward, but Bob holds up a hand to keep her back. He doesn’t want her to see him like this. Exhausted and bruised, a little ashamed that he had to resort to violence to solve a simple issue.

Her eyes zero in on his raised hand before gliding down to his other that rests on the desk he’s half-sitting, half-leaning on.

“You’re hurt.”

He shakes his head, willing her concern to go away. “It’s nothing,” he insists.

Abby doesn’t say a word as she turns around and leaves his office, making him breathe a sigh of relief. He’s not sure why, but he wants to keep her away from his world as best as he can. He wants her to stay innocent and hopeful, untouched by the dangers of his life.

He wants that almost as much as he wants her.

He stands, walking to the small table next to the couch where he keeps his liquor. Pouring himself a glass of bourbon, he relishes in the burning feeling of alcohol in his throat. It’s a welcome sensation.

The sound of heels clacking on wooden floors draws his attention back up, and Abby walks into his office with a small red and white box in her hands.

“I thought I told you to g–”

“Sit down,” she interrupts. His hand freezes mid-air, and he tilts his head to the side with narrowed eyes. It’s a command given in the last tone he expected her to take with him.

He places the half empty glass of bourbon on the side table and walks back to the desk where he perches on the edge. 

Abby walks up to him, placing the box that he now recognizes as a first aid kit on the desk next to him. He spreads his legs further, allowing her to stand between them.

She unwraps an antiseptic wipe and puts her hand out for him to place his own into. He hesitates, knows he’s playing a dangerous game by letting her see him like this. Abby, however, grows impatient and all but yanks his hand towards her.

When the wipe touches the open cuts on his knuckles, he can’t help the hiss that escapes his throat. He’s been here a thousand times before, but it still surprises him how much the alcohol stings.

He peers down at Abby, who’s concentrating on gently wiping at the wounds. Her dark lashes fall like blankets against her rounded cheeks, and a stray hair has untucked itself from her ponytail. 

He watches her examine his hand before she places it back down on his thigh. She discards the wipe in the nearby trashcan and reaches for another.

She unwraps and takes his other hand in hers. “What happened?” She asks and meets his gaze for the first time since she got to work putting him back together.

He stays quiet, figures it’s for the best. He doesn’t want her to see him as someone who chooses a fight because not doing so is one reason he’s so good at what he does. He can keep his emotions in check. Usually.

She huffs out a small laugh. “Fine, don’t tell me,” she relents. “But don’t expect me to clean you up next time.”

A grin spreads across his face of its own volition. “Think there’ll be a next time?”

Her hands still in his, and when she looks up at him, it’s not the timid woman he’s grown used to. Her eyes are hard and unamused.

Her attention goes back to his knuckles, where she does a final few swipes across the angry skin. “There,” she says, and let’s go of his hand.

She discards the second wipe in the trash and moves to step back, but Bob reaches out for her. He touches her hip lightly, not wanting to startle her.

She looks down at where his hand rests on her hip, only to look back up at his face with a bewildered expression.

She doesn’t flinch, though, and lets herself come to him when he pulls at her hip. She fits between his legs perfectly and the scent of her perfume makes his head spin.

He’s never been as affected by someone as he is by Abby. She’s intoxicating.

Her breath hitches when his other hand travels up the curves of her body, landing on her jaw, so his fingertips touch the nape of her neck.

She holds his gaze, intense fire burning in those dark eyes. Her cheeks flush and turn warm under his palm, and he knows he has this effect on her. He wonders if she knows what she’s doing to him.

Tension hangs in the air, thick and palpable, when Bob leans down and places his mouth over Abby’s. She goes completely still for a moment, but then, right as he goes to pull away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, she gasps against his lips and kisses him back.

He uses the hand on her hip to pull her closer, pressing harder against her mouth, letting his tongue run along the seam of her lips. She opens up without hesitation, and Bob groans into her mouth when her hand comes up and tugs on his hair.

It’s hungry and messy, the sounds of moans and shaking pen cups filling the quiet office. Bob wraps his arms around her waist, spinning them around so she’s the one on his desk.

He presses himself flush against her, not bothered to hide the bulge in his pants. She gasps again when he slots a leg between hers and it brushes against her clothed core. He wants nothing more than to keep drawing that sound out of her, to make her a whimpering mess under him.

One of his hands travels down to her leg and he hikes it up over his hip, but it’s the wrong thing to do. She pushes him off her, and Bob stumbles back slightly. Her hand raises up and covers her mouth, shock filling her eyes.

Bob steps back further to give her space and watches as her fingers tremble against her mouth. Something inside him breaks at the sight.

He opens his mouth to apologize. For craving her so much that he could no longer control himself. To beg forgiveness, but Abby beats him to it.

“I should go,” she mutters, standing up and straightening out her dress. 

He nods as she gathers up the first aid kit, and as she passes him on her way towards the door, he lightly grabs her elbow.

She stops, eyes darting down to his hand before returning to his face.

“I overstepped,” he says. “I’m so–”

The apology dies in his throat as Abby’s lips connect with his once again in a kiss that makes his head flood with desire and confusion.

She pulls away. “Goodnight, sir,” she says and walks out of his office, leaving Bob to his thoughts and a semi he’ll have to take care of himself.

It’s not until the sound of heels clacking on the floor fades that he snaps out of his stupor. He chuckles to himself, walking back to his long-forgotten glass of bourbon and downs the rest of its contents in one go.

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Tales the Songs Weave

Ch.10<< >>Ch.12

CW: PinV, smut, light bondage, oral sex, all that fun jazzy smut

Chapter 11: Same Way that my Whole World's in Your Eyes...

Word count: 6K

It wasn't much. A nice kitchen that was barely touched. Clothes, tools, and other technology pieces were scattered about the floor. His bedroom had one dresser, with the solitary turntable and records you gifted him decorating it, and a gigantic California king bed. There was a long pane glass window in his main living and bedroom overlooking the twinkling lights of Nueva York.

Truly a magnificent sight to behold.

You both decided to just relax on his provisional bed, laying on your backs and staring at the ceiling. It was past midnight, and neither one of you could fall asleep.

“You know, Miggy, I've been meaning to ask, what do you do to relax? Besides coming over to my place.” You propped yourself on your elbows, turning your attention on to his bright, red eyes.

“Huh. Well, let's see. I enjoy–I do enjoy listening to music. Going to the park where we met. Side note, why were you there so late?”

"I wanted to clear my head. The park is only ten minutes away from my building, so I decided to just go. Why did you go?”

“Something told me to go. I guess gut instinct? I usually try to use my head more, but it won that round.”

You crawled and perched yourself on his chest, lightly stroking his face. “I'm glad it won.”

“I'm glad it did too.” His arms linked around your waist.

“Now, back to the matter at hand, is that all you like to do? Music and the occasional trip to the park?”

Miguel pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “I… I can't think of anything else. I don't really have unlimited days and hours to do things I enjoy.”

“What about right now?”

His face twisted into a pensive daze. It barely crosses his mind that he appoints days for you. How prominent you're in his mind–that you capture so much of him.

“Huh. Well, I guess you can count this.”

“We can move on from this subject if you'd like.” Your forehead was placed on his.

“Quiero hablar de esto. It's okay, mi Luna. In a way, you're right. I see visiting you as a customary routine. That it's etched into another part of my day, but moments I profoundly enjoy.”

Miguel turned to the glass opening, concentrating on the artificial blinking lights that engulfed the world.

“But is it wrong to say I feel guilty?”

“Guilty when you leave your work?” You buried your head in his chest.

“I can't pinpoint the exact reason, or maybe I do. When I don't return, the burden dissolves but also manages to clutch onto that trepidation.”

“Miggy, are you still talking about your job?” You peered up at him.

Miguel leans his head back, vacancy plastering his face. “But does it truly wane? There's so much wrong, so many errors that I can't rectify, that I start to believe—no, do believe—I'm not worth…”

Miguel draws to you a solemnity that glosses over.

“Miguel?” You clamp your palms on the sides of his jawline.

“I'm sorry, mi corazón. I got lost in thought.”

“Are you okay? It sounded as if it was haunting your mind.”

“Haunting?”

You nodded. “Your eyes glazed over, fixed on something. You masked a stony facade, but your eyes had this faint, bleak, and ghastly look. What were you going to say? Do you believe you're not worth what?”

He averted back to the transparent window, a steady sigh spilling out. “That I'm not worth it. That I-I… shouldn't belong. That I'm this rancorous being with little to give. This monster that consumes others and brings them down."

You deadpanned for a moment, then slowly a choleric expression replaced it. Pressing his cheeks together until his lips puckered, you roughly placed your forehead on his.

“Don't you ever say that about yourself! You are worth every second, every minute, every hour, and every day! You aren't a monster; you are this amazing man who does his damndest to do good and to give so much to everyone and everything, and I want this man to do the same for himself! I want my star to see that he is just as bright and wanted as the others!” 

Your heart drummed uncontrollably. Miguel was stunned at your sudden, blazing obstinacy.

“I-I'm sorry. I didn't-” He was left shell-shocked.  

Having someone be passionate about how he perceives himself was an unconventional circumstance for him. He's so used to the belittling and snide remarks from others that all forms of positivity are out of the ordinary. 

“Don't be sorry, Miggy. Well, you can tell yourself sorry. Don't talk down on yourself when you're far, far from those things. Do you understand?”

“Si. Si, mi Luna. Ay… ¿Qué hice para que alguien tan maravilloso como tú descienda a mi vida?”

“French! I took French!”

“Yes, yes, you did.” Miguel flipped you over, garnering a squeal from you.  

He compressed a bit of his weight on your body and kissed your lips over and over before lingering for a few seconds.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“Any chance you can get.” You enfolded your arms around his broad shoulders.

“Then I'll keep saying it. You are beautiful, my moon. How you adorn life and the ones around you, no matter where you go, you illuminate the paths with a glow that will never fade.”

A croaking screech belted from you, and your eyes began to well up with tears. 

“Mi Luna, you okay?”

“Yes! I'm okay! Just caught–caught off guard.” You planted your face on the side of his neck.

Then that fragrance smacked him. He removed his hands from your sides, digging his claws into the sheets. He groaned, doing his best to control himself.

“Miggy? Alright, there is something going on, and I'm getting anxious. This is the third time you have had this… reaction. What's wrong, mi Estrella?”

‘You should be ashamed, you sick pervert.’ It was one of the only sentences echoing in his conscious. ‘She is going to be appalled by your disgusting ways.’ Was one of the only assumptions he was falling for.

Yet, when he peers into those eyes, all he sees is earnest empathy. That you’ll take the time to understand, no matter what is propelled in your direction.

Despite the destructive beliefs he holds, he will let you in.

One string lies dormant.

“I-I… Since I have these enhanced... complications, I'm able to–I'm able to smell when you're about to... start your cycle?” He winced, his voice drawing out.

“Oh. You know, I think the app I have said I'm supposed to start in the next few days.” You rubbed your chin, closing one eye, as your brain tried to remember. 

“I- you're not mad about that?”

“No, why would I? You're basically like a personalized, super-scent humanoid app. Ah, that sounds bad when I put it into those terms.”

“Ay, no, no, I understand what you're trying to say.” 

Miguel gritted his teeth, avoiding your stare as he demeaned himself for a request he wanted. Despite him sparing no effort to shy away, you realized his chagrined feeling. 

You wanted to help him. You would just have to leave earlier to make a pit-stop over to a pharmacy, but it'll be all worth it.

“How does it affect you? I mean, I can take a gander, but I just want to be a hundred percent about it.”

“I just get so tense, and my blood boils to the point I can't even control myself. That's why earlier on the roof, I almost bit you because your aroma was so strong. Well, if you're about to start, that's probably the reason why.”

You gnawed on your bottom lip, enquiring about your options. 

“Off.” You simply commanded and patted his chest. 

Confused, he creased his brows before following your instructions. His mind began to scramble, disconcerted by what exactly you were masterminding. 

Sitting up, you flung your legs around his, straddling on them. “So, if I'm understanding this correctly, you basically get hot and bothered?”

You swept your thumbs against his digital suit. “And you need to have it taken care of? A sort of intervention?”

Interested in where this was headed, even though he caught the implications, he tightened his lips, not daring his mouth to open, and bowed his head.

“Well, if I'm causing this stimulation, then I should be the one to help, right?”

While leisurely caressing his thighs, you hypothetically watch his form for any minor differences. Rather, it may be from facial expressions to the body itself.

“Si. But, mi Luna, don't do this because you feel obligated to. I want you to be just as comfortable, and I don't want to-”

“Get rid of it.”

That dour attitude lunged out of nowhere. Miguel was keenly aware of how precisely doting you can get for your feelings for him, but never so frank with it.

“Corazón, are you sure?”

A roguish grin spread on your lips. You inched your hands towards his not-so-discreet bulge, your digits brushing against the fabric, concealing it.

“Is this answering your question?” You pressed your pointer finger on it, leaving feather-like touches around the outline. 

Miguel sharply sucked in a gulp of air, your eyes enthralling him as if you were a siren. 

A siren he will follow until the end of the universe. 

“Remove the suit for me, Miggy. Let me help you.” You bent over right up to his ear. 

“Let me worship you.” Your warm breath tickled his earlobe and part of his neck. 

No hesitation; he got rid of his gear from neck to toe. Body burning with desires for you and what you were cooking up. 

Your devilish grin dropped a bit, ogling at Miguel. You both haven't done anything explicitly sexual in your relationship, minus the few heated makeout sessions that usually lead to Miguel's shirt being thrown in a corner, but that's how far you would go. 

It was mostly due to you being afraid you would be inadequate for someone like him. 

And the same went for Miguel.

You bug-eyed at his size. You often daydreamed about how endowed he was. You were acutely aware that he was going to be large and highly telling due to his dimensions, yet being face-to-face with it was a new ballgame.

A drop of sweat trickled down to your cheek as you visibly gulped. Miguel, alerted, began to materialize his suit back on when a hiss revealed itself to him.

You groped him in your hand, pumping up and down in a steady rhythm. 

“No. Don't. I'm just not used to something this big, but I'm not backing down from this, oh no, mi Estrella. I'm going to take this one head first.” 

You slyly winked as your pace kept that firm pattern, your lips licking at the sight of him. He belonged in a museum. You felt so selfish, hoarding this sculptured man away from everyone, although you craved to keep him all to yourself. 

Miguel bit his lip, grunting through his teeth at your soft yet strong grip. “Joder, Luna mía, no sabes cuánto tiempo llevo queriendo sentir tus delicadas y suaves manos sobre mí de esta manera.”

Groaning out, he dipped his head back, his hips bucking with your strokes. 

“There you go, mi Estrella, let loose, my love.”

The only light to shine through was the city. You took in how the dazzling hues melded into a bewitching array over his chest and parts of his face. 

You always inquired about how you were blessed with him.

Picking up speed, you adored every appearance his face created as you continued to work your magic. Precum was leaking down, some slipping through your fingers as squelches from his self-made lubricant blessed both of your ears.

“There's so much, Miggy. How often do you think of me? Of us? Of your moon taking care of you?”

You squeezed, causing Miguel to violently toss his head back as your nails carefully scraped down his length.

“¡Mierda! So much, mi Luna, so, so much. Necesito tu boca, por favor, corazón, tus bonitos y tentadores labios a mi alrededor, mi luna. Ah–¡Por favor!”

“What was that, mi Estrella?” Your tone rang out with a melodic chirp. Your hand jerked in a wild, twisting motion as his manhood throbbed from the strain you were creating. 

“Your mouth–fuck! I need that pretty little mouth. Por favor, mi Luna.” Miguel rasped out, enthralled at how you were already breaking him. 

The cheeky grin never once left your lips. You tilted your head downward to view your handiwork, your other hand searching its way and latching onto the thick shaft.

You could barely cover it as your palms gyrated at different tempos. More drops of the clear substance dribbled out from the swollen tip. Miguel gritted his teeth, his fangs grazing the bottom of his gums from the sensations. 

He hasn't felt this way in years. If not, better. Even when those previous one-night stands or self-pleasing himself indulged, it couldn't compete with your touch or swift motions. How delicate yet robust your hands moved, using every fiber to care for him and make him feel good.

And it only made him want you more. 

“Mi Luna–Ah–please your- fuck–your mouth.” Miguel couldn't contain the hoarseness in his throat.

You eyeballed the phallus in your hands. The more you pumped, the further that tingle in between your thighs grew.

The veins popping out, the heat warming up your fingers with every stroke, and the flowing liquid from his heightened arousal. His musk emits, mixing with the scent of pure desires.

Your mouth watered as you still gripped the pulsating member. Your head was leaning down as your eyes faced his reddened head.

Moistening your lips, you kissed it. A shock coursed all over Miguel. He released a low, husky groan, his hips bucking more involuntarily. 

“Mi Luna.”

“I see you, mi Estrella. I see you.”

Observing his face, you made sure he was receiving the pleasure he deserved. 

Trailing light kisses from top to bottom and back up. You licked the tip, swirling your tongue at a slow speed. His talons shoved in the thin bedsheets and the firm mattress. He rumbled out a growl, preventing himself from just forcing you all the way down on him. 

“Eso es todo- ah, corazón, más, necesito más.” 

Miguel abruptly thrusted upward as you instinctively grasped his thighs to prevent yourself from tumbling over. Not wishing to tease him anymore, you gradually engulfed him, as drool immediately emanated from the corners of your lips.

“Corazón, yes, there you go, bebita. Just like that.” His eyes fluttered into the back of his skull.

You moaned from the sensations as you took each inch at a deliberately methodical rate. You had to have one hand back around his shaft, loosening your cheeks to even attempt to make it halfway. 

“Mmph–mmm!” You gargled as more spit spurted out. 

Miguel entangled his unsheathed claw in your hair, pushing you down and impelling you to take another part of him. 

“Si- si, si, mi Luna. Tu boca es una dicha eterna, mi corazón. Toma más, puedes tomar más.” 

Tears pricked in your eyes as your hand was back on his defined thigh. You were so close to getting him all in. Feeling every inch as it would glide against your tongue, rubbing against your inner cheeks whenever you'd sucked in. 

Noisy suction reverberated in the air as pools of your saliva and his salty substance dripped onto his lower pelvis region and thighs. 

You were leaking from him. Your tongue was whirling around delicately and deliciously, as if he were the final meal you would ever be given. His tip nearly stretched to hit the back of your throat, and as hot tears streamed down your face as you peered up to look at his beautiful expressions.

“Mi Luna!” Miguel moaned, his hold strengthening. “So close, I'm so close, corazón. Fuck–so good, so good.”

He stroked along your jawline, admiring the sight below him. Your teeth feebly grazed his cock, faintly biting enough to send jolts through his body. Enough to elicit a growl from him. 

Enough to face-fuck you. 

“Mmmm! Mmmph–mmn!” You could only choke.

Your throat trembled around him and tightened with every thrust he gave. You were comforted when you saw pleasure written across his face. You were making him feel good, and in this moment, that's what truly mattered.

Miguel cried out. With his hips ramming up into you, he couldn't hold back any longer. That heat he wanted to experience from you was built inside of him. He was close, and you sensed it.

“Mi Luna!” 

With a powerful roar, he finally released, pulsating waves upon waves of his hot seed down your pretty throat.

“Mmph!” Your eyes rutted wide as he spilled into your mouth, some leaking down to your neck. Nails dug into his thighs, and your eyes wanted to stare into his. He was majestic in your vision. 

You desperately desired to capture this moment forever. 

Gulping the final drop, you pulled away with a satisfying pop and heaved tirelessly. 

“My… my God, Miggy. That was so much—holy shit.” You gasped, wiping some of his essence off your face with your fingertips before greedily lapping it up.

“I haven't done that in so long. Was it good? Was I good?” You rested your behind on his knees and finally peered up at him. 

He had a fixed, ferocious glare. His burning, red eyes stirred something wild in them. 

Goosebumps swept over you. You didn't know what to expect. “Was... was it- was I not good enou-”

He was sitting up, looming over. You shrank, neglecting exactly how colossal he was compared to you. That vibrant, captivating stare only made you tremor violently more.

“Mi-Miguel…” Your throat quivered.

In a swift motion, your back was against the wall above the mattress. Miguel had you pinned, his strong arms holding up your thighs as your legs dangled over his shoulders. You didn't even register how quickly he got you in this position.  

“Miguel!”

“Ay, mi corazón, did you really think I wasn't going to reward you? That I was going to allow mi Luna to do all the work?”

He huffed a stream of sultry breaths on your covered inner thigh. “No, no. I'm going to show mi corazón that I can be good to her, just as she was good to me.”

He tore your sweatpants off in one fell swoop, muttering about buying you some more. Your chest heaved in rapid succession, head bowed as you watched how Miguel gaped at the massive damp spot from the earlier ministrations you performed. 

“Did my moon enjoy going down on her papi that much?” His sharp talons pricked at your soft skin.

You diverted to observe the night's horizons, the lower half of your body barely able to shift under his hold. 

“Look at me.” His authoritative tone barked out. 

You nearly came from that. Flicking back to him, his lips were hazardously near your shielded folds. “Tell me what you want, mi Luna.” 

“I-I…” You shrouded your face with your hands, mortified at the abundance of slick arousal seeping out of you.

His claws dug deeper into your skin as he stared you down, and his pupils dilated. 

“Don't be shy, mi Luna. Tell me what you want.”

He trailed kisses back and forth from your inner thighs, massaging your buttocks. You were practically trickling from your private region. Mortified that you can effortlessly get to this point with him. 

Miguel rested his cheek on your soft flesh, switching between kissing and licking exceedingly close to your bikini line. 

Miguel wasn't one to be a patient man, but for you, he would wait until the end of time, only when you spoke the words. 

“I-I want–”

“I won't begin, mi Luna, unless I hear it from those sexy little lips.” He purred, biting the crevice of your thigh, weary of his fangs. “So tell your Estrella, what. You. Want.”

He feverishly nipped the skin, running his wet tongue across it. He received a low whine as you shuddered at the wet appendage. 

“Miguel! Eat me out—please, please, I beg of you!” Your head flung back, not caring about the self-impact of the barrier behind you. 

You just wanted him.

“Como quieras, mi Luna.” His eyes darkened and delved in, lapping at the damp fabric with no hesitation.

You clung to his hair, your nails digging into his scalp. His claws tighten their vice on your supple ass-cheeks. 

Miguel traced the outlines of your folds before flattening his tongue, pushing against your hidden vulva. The murky cloth rubbing against you and Miguel's tongue heightened your sensitivity.  

You choked out a groan when you detected the tip of his talons making perfect slits down the back of your underwear before slashing the rest off of you.

“Mi Luna lo quiere, mi luna lo anhela. No temas, mi corazón, te daré todo lo que mereces.” 

He admired the glistening heat, watching as it squeezed for him, savoring your fragrance. You mewled, abashed by the situation. 

You didn't know what was to come or what to expect, but when you gazed into those lustful eyes, fear snuck its way through... and exhilaration.

“It looks succulent. I had the appetizer; now I want the full course.” 

His hot breath teased your entrance before enveloping you in his mouth. His carnal tongue licking your labia, tasting your sweet and salty juices. 

He stirred his tongue over the folds, dragging it all around, refusing to miss a single inch, then jutted in and out of your gushing core. 

“Oh fuck–fuck! Miggy! Shit, shit, shit!” You wailed out, tingles rushing up and down your limbs.

Miguel was untamed, ravishing that soaking pussy. His movements were possessive, like a predator claiming its prey, yet behind it all was tenderness and longing. 

“Mmmph.” A guttural growl sends vibrations through your sex, creating white stars in your eyes. 

Thrashing your head from side to side, Miguel slid his appendage out and began to slurp. His tongue moved up to the clitoris, thumping it a few times, then he proceeded back down and repeated the pattern.

“Mi Estrella! Ah–ah! If you do that, I'll—I'll—fuck!”

Miguel only amped up. He paid attention to every sensitive spot on your honeyed pussy. He needed to drink your delectable juices as if you were the only thing left to drink in the world.

The raw energy from Miguel drove you into a frenzy. He was rough and powerful, but each impel was for your pleasure alone. 

“I'm coming, Miggy! I'm coming!”

You cried out, clamping down on his tongue, and shuddered as waves erupted from your core. Your back arched off the wall, and your heels dug into Miguel's upper back. 

He wanted to drink every drop as some trickled down to his chin. 

“Qué dulce, qué apropiado para alguien como tú.”

Your forehead covered in sweat and thighs soaking wet, Miguel's ego brewed at the sight. 

He did that. And he was going to be the only one to see you like this. To make you feel this way. 

“How was that, mi Luna?” He nipped at the outer thigh and moved to clean up the rest of the spillage.

Your half-lidded, absent daze was all Miguel needed to know. He chuckled and strummed your back, loosening his grasp, and unlatched your legs, dropping you until they were locked around his waist. 

He weaved his strong arms around your torso, listening to your steady breathing. He stroked your hair, then pressed a kiss on your forehead. 

“You did wonderful, mi Luna. But there is still one thing. Well, two.”

Too jaded to even respond, a puzzled whine escaped you. 

“I'm a selfish man, mi corazón, and my thirst isn't quite quenched.” He yanked your head back, and his tongue ran over your neck.

You gasped, your body aching in anticipation. He peeled you off him and onto the firm padding as you were positioned as an angel descending from the heavens. 

“Oh mi Luna, ¿cómo tuve tanta suerte de tener a alguien como tú en mi vida? Todavía estoy tan desconcertado que fui yo quien te recibió.”

Miguel shifted off until his knees were on the wooden floor. He seized a hold of the thin cover you were on top of and hauled you to him.

“I still want more. But this time, I'm going to take my time with this dessert. Well, I'll try.”

“What do you mean?” You struggled to hide the intoxicated fright from whimpering out.

“You know exactly what I mean, mi Luna.”

He lingered over your body, roaming over it with his eyes. His hands stroked over every roll, dip, and curve, crushing his lips into yours. 

Your tongues in an intense, messy battle as you tasted yourself. A string of saliva broke when he pulled back, both of your chests rising and falling in near sync.

“I'll let you pick, mi corazón. One or both?” His hands tugged your shirt off and threw it in a corner. 

“B-both?” You were perplexed by those choices.

“Good choice.”

Yanking your bra up, he hungrily gazed at your perfect breasts, craving to have a nibble, maybe even a mouthful. 

You covered them, forcing him to pin each of your arms near your face with his organic web.

“Miguel!” You moaned out, flushed over the new position.

“Do not try to hide that body from me. Yes sir?” He snarled out.

“Yes, yes! I promise I won't do it again!”

“Good girl. But just for safe measures.”

He spread your legs wide until they touched the mattress. He thwiped more of his silk webbing on your waist, ankles, and thighs.

You were exposed, your heart palpitating as you could barely even squirm.

“Now, mi Luna said both, correcto?”

You meekly nodded your head. With that, he needed no more. He cupped your breasts, squeezing and pinching the hardened nipples brutally. You moan in ecstasy as Miguel brushes his talons against the sensitive buds before colliding them together.

“Both.” He grunted and took both nipples in his mouth, licking them maniacally.

He tugs and chews at them, making sure to leave love-bites all over your chest. You groan out raspily when one hand leaves your chest and scrapes down your stomach in a non-stop motion, halting at your entrance. 

A popping sound was made when he released one of your peaks.

“So wet again, mi Luna? Don't worry, I can fix that.” He took your left nipple back into his mouth, circling your clit with his thumb.

“Fuck! Oh–ah! Mmmn–Miguel!”

He plunged his pointer and middle into you, your walls clasping around them. Your back lifted up, only to be pulled back down from the binding.

He drove his digits deep into your core, his palms smacking against the folds as your juices spewed onto his hands.

Your lashes were wet from the sensual stirring from inside and your throat was hoarse from the screams and cries.

Miguel leaned his heavy chest on your stomach, leaving kisses all over your upper torso as you squished with every pump of his fingers.

“Mi corazón, you are so tight. I can feel every part of you. I will feel your wetness and your walls tightening around this cock. You want that, mi Luna? You want papi's fat cock to ravage and paint this gorgeous pussy?”

You could only sob as Miguel stretched you, rubbing against the top wall and locating your g-spot. His fingers create circular spirals against it. 

You wailed, your heart was ready to burst from your chest. Silent cries and more tears, until Miguel stole another sloppily kiss from you, bruising your lips with his, desiring for you to release all over his fingers.

“You don't know how long I've waited for this; you adorn my life, my moon. You make me want to be better; you make me want to- to—damn it, corazón!”

Miguel pushed himself off you, removing his fingers, as you wailed out from the stoppage.

“Miggy! I was close! I was so—ahh! Mi Estrella!”

Miguel replaced his fingers with his tongue once more, his mouth on your pussy as he was ready to devour you. He stroked his swollen member, the clear liquid leaking out in ripples.

He didn't even want to speak anymore; he only wanted to hear those needy, shuddering moans and screams. His hums added more pleasure to their moment of passion.

He yearned for this. To make you come undone over and over.

He wanted to hold you, cherish you, please you, and protect you. He only wanted you. 

And in this moment, he has that. He had one thing he longed for.

How long would this last? No, not right now. He didn't want to think that way. Now, he only wanted to make you orgasm on his tongue.

Snatching the webs from your thighs and ankles, he hoisted you up until your hips were in the air, your legs once more propped over his shoulders.

“I can't—I-I-I love—ahh!” 

You were blubbering like a fool, with drool and tears drenching your face and sweat shining all over your body. Miguel gnawed at your clit, the glossy muscle, abusing your insides. He went raw and feral; he wanted you. He wanted this. He needed you.

Your walls tensed at every plunge, Miguel's eyes locking onto yours. Cradling you in one arm to support your waist, he returned to pumping himself.

You were on cloud nine, ten, and eleven. His nose swiping your throbbing clit, him feasting on you as if you were the final meal.

Your raw whines of lust were tipping Miguel over as his cock ached for you, wanting to invade your heated, velvety wall.

To mold you for him.

“I can't—I can't hold back, mi corazón!”

Pulling back, your legs collapsed on the sturdy cushions. Your vision was foggy, searing at the marbled statue that was Miguel. You crooned out as he hunched over you, his girth in his hand.

How it gleamed in the light, presenting every vein from thick to thin, the swollen phallus coated in crystalline cum, making it sheen and sleek.

You were hypnotized by the pulsating, twitching with every tug he made. 

And that's when it hit you. 

That was all for you. You cried out as Miguel buckled onto the mattress, his face near yours.

“I'm not going to have mi luna wait any longer. I'm going to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is me and this cock.” He huskily murmured in your ear, gaining a shudder from you.

“Yes, yes, please, Miggy. Only you, just you!”

You hiked your legs around his waist, latching on to the middle of his back as much as possible. He was big in every shape and form, but you loved it.

Propping an elbow by your arm, he lowered his body onto yours as his abs and muscular chest pinned you down, but he still left enough space for you to breathe. His other hand clutched his cock, lining it up to your seeping entrance.

“Are you ready, mi Luna?”

You bobbed your head.

“Good girl, now let me, mi corazón. Ah fuck–let me just.”

His chapped lips captured yours. You were sugar to him—sweeter than all candies combined. He nibbled your bottom lip, his tongue gliding across yours as he began to penetrate your hot opening.

You immediately clamped around the head, eliciting a gasp from both of you. He tried to push in an inch as slowly as possible, but found it rather difficult.

“Mi corazón, you have to relax. Shit–relax, relax. I got you; I got you.”

You mewled and nodded. With the help of Miguel's finger rubbing circles around your clitoris, you breathed in and out steadily, purring out whenever he slightly rocked his hips.

“There you go, such a good girl; you are doing so well. Fuck, mi Luna.”

He stretched you out more and more, pausing so you could adjust to him. After some help with encouraging rubs from between your thighs and several forehead kisses, Miguel was fully in.

He had to prevent himself from just railing into you as your inner muscles squeezed him.

“You can move, Miguel! Please! Please, please move!”

“Si, si, voy a ser dueño de este coño, moldeado sólo para mí, ah, mi Luna!”

His claws clutched the sheets above you as he slowly began to plunge into your depths. You released a cry to the heavens, feeling every pulse and steady pump from the man above.

You grinded up whenever Miguel thrusted downward, making your hip bones meet with every drive. He lapped at your neck, biting and sucking, leaving more purplish-red hickies all over.

He strived to restrain himself from plowing, but his hearing picked up every lustful squeak and moan, every squelch when he withdraws to the head and propel it back to the hilt, and every sweet nothing you murmured as you drooled and absent-mindedly grinned.

He sped up. Ramming into you repeatedly, plundering your drenched heat.

His member snugged as he experienced every inch of you clinging to him for dear life. His tip bullied your cervix, and you shrieked at every pulse as he rubbed against your walls.

“Too much, Miggy! Oh, fuck—I worship your cock, mi Estrella!”

“That's it, baby. Let go and surrender to me.”

Your nails dug into your palms as Miguel panted and growled in your face. 

Surges of electric tingles through your body. The wet smacking of your pelvises flowed through both of your ears; a symphony of your raw moans and his low, husky huffs had your back slightly curling.

The mattress shifted with each retract and bolt as your breasts bounced in all directions. Your murky fluids gush on his lower abdomen and thighs, blemishing his mattress and soaking it thoroughly.

“Oh, mi corazón, so warm, such a perfect shape for me. Let me look. Let me look.”

Arching his back and hiking your legs up slightly more, you both viewed every exit before Miguel crashed back down to your core, hitting your g-spot perfectly every time.

Every inch of his length coated in your slick. Sweat dripping from his forehead on yours.

You were going to come undone.

“Mi corazón, mi Luna, you're so good. You are too good for me. Just us, just us.”

“Miguel! I'm so close! I'm going; I'm going to—ah!”

“Cum for me, cum for me, mi Luna.” He whispered gruffly in your ear, kissing your cheek.

His balls slapped against your ass from the brutal pace, his flaming irises treasuring every expression. You writhed as you deathly clamped around him.

Miguel hurriedly tore the webs from your wrists as you hooked your arms around his neck.

“Oh Miguel!”

You screamed to the top of your lungs, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull, as a kaleidoscope of hues and shapes blinded your senses. Your legs shook as if you were in a strong earthquake.

Miguel's motions became erratic, his hips moving roughly as he was nearing his own climax. A few more impels, his body tensed up, his seed spilling deep in your core, claws slicing the silken bedsheets.

“Eres mía, mi Luna. Only for me.” He snarled and took you in a sensual open-mouth kiss.

Two strings broke off.

“I-I… holy- mi-mi Estrella, I-”

“Shh, shh. Just relax, mi Luna. Relax. I'll take care of you, mi corazón. I will always take care of you.”

You lulled your head as your muscles unwind. Miguel freed you from the rest of his webs, but you didn't mind it. It felt right in a sense. Being bound up, you detected that security, that sense of trust you both held.

“I'll be here, mi Luna. I will always be.”

Were the last words you heard before your body was shuffled around as you passed out.

At this time, you felt as if things were going to be okay.

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@ella-janehaven @prozacgooble @sanguwuxyoonbummy

[gemini-magic17]

Entanglement Chapter Twenty-Nine

**One Week Later (Y/n's POV)

I haven't spoken to James since our conversation and he has made no effort to talk to me at all. The same goes for my parents they still keep their distance and I understood in the beginning. However, it's been almost a month how long can they pretend that I don't exist and that I am a disappointment to them. I thought that maybe this celebration or rather a welcome party we have for the Prince of Kilandra. Ever since the attack on Tir Asleen the constant worry the people have had that King Larikson would come back and try to finish what he started struck a fear in everyone. My father and Queen Sorsha have turned to the kingdom of Kilandra seeing as they almost have as many soldiers as Larikson does.

The town square was somewhat turned into this lavish place where decorations were placed all over in Tir Asleen colors. As I walked around the square my eyes landed on Prince Henrik. When I first met him I could hear a hint of arrogance in his voice whenever he talked especially when it came to him and the position he held. It was almost like he believed he was better than everyone else and we were beneath him I mean that is how he acted anyway. The first words I ever spoke to him were regarding how his journey had been and he turned his nose up at me. I never even met him before and apparently, I had disgusted him.

Standing next to Henrik was Kit and from the looks of it she did not seem to be amused by what he had to see. I could see her roll her eyes and take a sip from her cup dreading the conversation they were having. As she turned away from him her eyes landed on me and she gave me a look of exhaustion. This makes sense because just being near him could make someone want to die of boredom and couldn't imagine talking to him for so long it would make you want to hit him. When I say that someone might want to hit him it is not because of the way he drags on and on but it is the way he treats people. Henrik has no regard for other people or their feelings. It is almost as if he is God's gift to the world and we are just here to worship him. I could see Kit getting more and more annoyed by his antics and decided someone should go save her from him. As I made my way over Prince Henrik spotted me in the corner of his eye and he followed with an immediate eye roll when I made my appearance.

"Hello, Prince Henrik how are you doing today", I said and he said nothing just responded with a scoff.

"If you will excuse us I just need to borrow Kit for a moment", I stated and grabbed her hand trying to make an escape.

"Actually Princess Kit and I were right in the middle of a conversation so if you don't mind why don't you make yourself scarce. After all, that is what you are best at, aren't you", he said and I turned to him ready to go off.

"I'm sorry what did you just say to me?"

"You heard me. You ran off leaving your family behind letting them believe something awful had happened to you. What kind of person does that?"

"She had her reasons so why don't you apologize to Y/n otherwise I am going to shove my foot so far up your ass you will be able to taste the leather of my boots", Kit stated getting into Henrik's face.

"I would watch what you say Kit", he said with a smirk.

"And why is that?"

"Because both Tir Asleen and Zemira need my numbers for both of your kingdoms to be safe. So, I would watch it bitch before I got to make an offer to King Larikson instead and take over both of your kingdoms", he said and started to walk away from us. It was then all the rage that was building up inside of me for weeks was ready to blow.

"HEY JACKASS", I shouted which not only got the attention of the Prince but everyone there.

"What did you just call me", he said as he turned to me.

"You heard me I called you a jackass because that is what you are. Who the hell do you think you are coming here, insulting Kit and I? I don't give a fuck who you are and what you say to me but what you said to Kit I won't let stand. I don't care how many soldiers you have or rather your father does. Tir Asleen and Zemira don't need the help of some arrogant, stuck-up, pussy of a sorry excuse of a prince to help defeat Larksion", I exclaimed and the looks that I got were ones of astonishment. I could see my parents and Queen Sorsha approach us. The anger radiating off of them was intense I have never seen my father so angry not even after what I had done.

"LISTEB YOU LITTLE BITCH I AM NOT ONE TO BE TRIFLED WITH AND THE DISRESPECT YOU HAVE SHOWN ME TODAY IS CONSIDERED AN ACT OF WAR! SO WHEN I SAIL BACK TO MY KINGDOM I AM GOING TO WRITE A LETTER TO LARIKSON AND DESTROY YOU!"

After he said that I looked all around to see the terror shown on everyone's face including my parents. In that moment I knew that I may have started a war that we could not win and ultimately led to the downfall of Zemira and Tir Asleen. Yet, I was still furious about what he had said and wanted to inflict pain upon him by not only insulting Kit and me but threatening to annihilate both of our kingdoms. Before my father or Queen Sorsha could calm Henrik down a loud roar could be heard in the distance. It was then there was complete silence throughout the square.

"What was that", I heard my father say as everyone looked around for where the sound originated from. I however knew where it came from and what was coming. The sound could be heard closer and closer which is when guards surrounded us for our protection. Kit looked at me wondering what had happened and if I had some how managed to call one of the dragons here. However, I didn't it is almost as if they knew what has happened.

I pushed my way through the guards and tried to figure out if it was Tyrax that was coming closer but as I got closer I realized it was Calyx. Calyx must have followed me here not just Tyrax and almost in a blink of an eye his appearance was clearly made. The sight of him made everyone shake in fear and many shouts could be heard. As I saw Calyx he circled around the town square and landed on the stone structure that stood behind me. He let out a ferocious roar and jumped off the structure only to land beside me.

This caused everyone to back up in fear yet many couldn't turn their eyes away from the scene in front of them. The looks I was getting from everyone were one of curiosity many of them must have wondered why isn't the the beast attacking her. The death stare Calyx gave those around us especially Henrik could almost kill. When the guards who were previously surrounding us made their way towards us Calyx moved part of his body to shield me from them. Many whisperers could be heard and I could see the expression on my father's face where I could tell he knew what was going on. Well, not entirely just the fact that one of the largest dragons in history thought to be extinct is right in front of him living and breathing.

"Y/n what is the meaning of this", I hear my father ask.

"I believe you know exactly what is going on. After all, you remember telling me that dragons don't exist or rather that they were no longer alive", I stated, and the onlookers were confused about what was going on.

"Get away from that thing before it hurts you or rather kills you", when my father said that Calyx let out a growl in his direction warning him not to interfere.

"I will do no such thing Calyx will not hurt me. However, he may hurt anyone who dares to come near me or rather do me harm", as I looked at Prince Henrik who seemed to be wary of what is going on.

Calyx saw where I was looking and in turn, followed my line of sight. I could see now that he was trained on Henrik and was looking to pounce on him at any moment.

"Sweetheart I am begging you please come here", my mother asked.

"Oh, now I am your sweetheart, am I? For weeks I have been trying to talk to both of you and all I have been getting is the cold shoulder. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? I thought you both hated me I still do", I exclaimed.

"Of course we don't hate you ", I hear my father state.

"Could have fooled me."

"Please can you just come here?"

"No", I shouted.

"Y/n please-", before my mother could continue a large shadow appeared over her. As I looked up I could see Tyrax make his way down a boulder. With many eyes trained on him, I could see that Henrik was really starting to get scared.

"How many of those things are there", he shouts.

"First of all they are not things they are dragons and secondly it is best not to provoke them otherwise it might lead to something terrible happening to you", I stated.

"How dare you threaten?

"It wasn't a threat it was a warning. Regarding the so-called alliance between pour two kingdoms, it will not be needed. If you or King Larikson attack us know that you will die an imaginable death", I said and his face went as white as a sheep.

"You can't do that I am a prince!"

"And I am a Princess but yet I do not care especially when it comes to those threatening those I care about. I suggest you leave along with your companions and go back to your father to tell him what will happen if he were to go against us", I stated and Calyx roared in response to my declaration. I could see that Prince Henrik was officially spooked and decided to talk to Queen Sorsha.

"Queen Sorsha surely you won't let this stand", he said.

"Well, Prince Henrik seeing as the princess is married to my daughter and that it is also her kingdom is at stake I would say she has the right to defend her home", she states.

"You can't be serious", he exclaims and turns to my father.

"King Aiden surely you can see reason. The fact your daughter threatens my kingdom and my people is serious which must be dealt with", he said and my father turned to look at me contemplating what to do next.

"My daughter can be ill-tempered and quick to resort to extreme measures", when he said that I knew that he wasn't going to stick up for me.

"However, she gets that from me. Since King Larikson has waged war against us and you now threaten to do so is something none of us can let stand. Also, I distinctly remember my daughter threatening you, not your people. I am giving you one chance to pack your things and leave otherwise I will have no choice but to do the same", he stated and I thought that Henrik was going to piss his pants in that moment.

"You're going to regret this you know that! Kilandra is a proud country and we will not let this go", he screamed and Calyx roared in return.

"We will regret nothing and I can assure you if you are to attack us we will make sure your will pay for it with your life", I said and he walked off to the castle escorted by a number of guards to get his things.

**Kit's POV

I was shocked by everything that just happened. From Henrik talking about waging war against us to Calyx revealing himself to everyone is Tir Asleen. The awkward silence that seemed to consume the town square after Prince Henrik had left was broken by the words of Airk.

"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED HERE", he exclaimed.

"Will you quiet down Airk you are going to spook Calyx and Tyrax", I told him and he gave me an incredulous look.

"Spook them how the hell can I spook them they are fucking dragons!"

"Yes that maybe but I don't think they react too well to someone all of a sudden shouting dumbass."

"Wait a minute is this what you were hiding", he asked.

"What do you mean hiding? Kit", my mother asked.

"I wasn't hiding anything don't be ridiculous", I stated.

"I knew you were covering up something about that day in battle. You lied about how Larikson's army was defeated and now I see why", he said pointing towards Calyx.

"Kit, is this true? Is this how we won the battle", she asked.

"Don't be ridiculous mother Airk is just paranoid."

"I am not fucking paranoid Kit!"

"Kit tell us the truth is this how we won by Y/n using dragons", King Aiden chimed in.

"No, it is not how-", before I could finish my statement Y/n spoke up.

"Yes, that is how we won. Calyx and I flew to battle when we received news that Tir Asleen was going to be attacked."

"Why wouldn't you tell us this in the first place", my mother asked me.

"I made a promise to Y/n that I wouldn't. Think about what would happen if they knew that dragons were real and that they even existed how well do you think that would have gone over with?"

"Do not blame Kit or any of the others I swore them to secrecy it is my fault not theirs."

"Wait a minute how did you find out about the battle anyway", Y/n's father asked her.

"I received a letter from Willow detailing everything that happened."

"Hold on. Kit, didn't you inform me that you also received a letter from Willow about this", my mother said and I went quiet.

"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me", King Aiden exclaimed.

"You were with my daughter when you found out about this and didn't think to tell any of us!"

"I told her not to say anything. It is not her fault", Y/n stated.

"I didn't want to come back not yet and I made that very clear to her, Boorman, and Amara."

"This is unfucking believable", he shouts.

"Be mad at me all you want after all that is what you have been doing for weeks on end but do not take it out on them", with those words, she turned towards Calyx and started climbing on his back.

"Where do you think you are going", Aiden stated.

"I am going to go see Willow that is where I am going."

"Like hell you are we are not finished talking about this any of it!"

"Maybe you are but I am. I will be back later and we can discuss everything then but for right now I have to go", she said and was about to leave when I stopped her.

"Wait, Y/n", I said and she turned to look at me.

"What is it kit?"

"I wanted to thank you", I said and she looked confused.

"For what?"

"For standing up for me when Henrik bad-mouthed me in front of the entire kingdom."

"Of course, I couldn't sit back and let him disrespect you like that", and her words made me blush. I tried to turn away before she could notice it but I don't think it worked.

"Anyway thank you."

"You are welcome", she said and proceeded to take off in the direction of Willow's home/

Calyx started to move forward not caring who he knocked down who was in his way. In a matter of seconds, he leaped off the ground, and from the flap of his wings the wind caused by it made the dirt on the ground blow around everyone. As they took off towards the skies Tyrax was not far behind them and the looks of the townspeople were one of amazement and fear.

The threat that Prince Henrik and his kingdom pose to us is grave. Only time will tell what is to happen after the events from today. If Larikson and Henrik were to join forces it would not end well for us but then again we have something they don't.

[bingoboingobongo]

task force 141 + home decorations

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, John Price

Warnings: mentions of the dismal housing market

A/N: should probably be studying for physics but GAHDHDHHSHS thanks so much to everyone for ur kind messages im feeling so much better

kyle "gaz" garrick:

ok so i know i said these were home decorations

but guys let's be real

u really think gaz has a house?

in this economy?

nah

he's got a nice apartment in london tho

he rents it out when he's on missions

but even though he has no house he still decorates the inside

plus the building always sets up lights along the roof and sidewalks

but enough dilly dallying onto gaz fr now

as we've established he's a bit of a nerd so he likes finding christmas versions of figurines and putting them around his place

if he can't find one he'll just smack a santa hat or elf ears on it and call it a day

he also keeps an elf on the shelf hidden around his apartment in case his younger siblings ever swing by

he'll set up string lights along the mantle

but since he has so much color from all the figurines he prefers a solid color light like white or maybe blue or if he's feeling crazy

he gets the biggest tree that can fit in his apartment which is still pretty small unfortunately

but he decks it out with all kinds of nerdy ornaments and figurines

his family also makes ornaments together every year so a lot of his ornaments are from that

if it's not feeling too cramped he'll put in tinsel and banners

but he likes to keep it at least a little classy

he doesn't want it to look like christmas vomited all over his house

john "soap" mactavish:

soap does want it to look like christmas vomited all over his house

im not gonna lie i can't tell if soap has a house or an apartment

on one hand i just feel like a house would be more reasonable at his age

but on the other hand idk if soap's mature enough to have a house

actually imma be fr idek how old soap is

but i could see him inheriting a nice house from his family

yeah let's go with that

he loves to go ham with christmas decorations

the outside always has all kinds of colorful lights lining the sidewalk, roof, and fence

and yes they're multicolored and flash on and off

he has the icicle lights for his fence because he thinks they look cool

and he has a bunch of inflatables of santa, the reindeer, the presents, etc.

onto the inside

pretty much the same as the outside ngl

lots of lights along the stairs and the walls

tinsel, banners, wreaths galore

and ofc he gets the biggest tree that will fit in his house

and he loves real trees

and then he decorates that with all kinds of ornaments

half of them are sentimental half of them he bought at walmart

he also has the candy cane lights down his sidewalk idk why i feel the need to add that but i do

simon "ghost" riley:

ok so ghost's decorations surprisingly do exist

it's not so much that it makes him feel festive

but when he was a kid he loved walking down the street and seeing all the lights so he decorates his house so that another kid can have that feeling

he likes the classic look of white string lights all around

so he'll just line his roof and sidewalks with that

but other than that that's about it for the inside

the inside is pretty sad too im ngl

he has a tiny little christmas tree tho

it's not big enough to put any presents under

but gaz always gifts him ornaments so he hangs those up along with a tiny star

it's pretty sweet ngl

tbh ghost's entire house is usually really empty

part of it's bc he just moved out from an apartment bc it was getting annoying having to pay rent when he wasn't even there

lord knows he's too paranoid to sublet

and another part is just that he really has nothing much to put in his house

so it's like overwhelmingly empty except that one spot with the tree

john price:

ok so i feel like price definitely lives in a cabin in the wilderness

what can i say he's living his 'little house on the prairie' dreams

except it's not a prairie but u get the idea

so he doesn't really decorate the outside because he doesn't want to draw attention and besides it's not like anyone will see

but on the inside it's nice and quant and christmasy

he has the fireplace on like 24/7

and he lines the mantle with christmas lights and tinsel

he likes to put sprigs of holly around his house because he thinks they're pretty

and of course you know he cuts down his own christmas tree

he doesn't line it with ornaments tho because after christmas he chops it up for firewood and it's too much of a hassle in his opinion

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

okay it shouldn't be a surprise that rudy loves decorating

honestly in a weird way i can see him still living with his family

but not in a like discord mod way in a "he loves his family so much" kind of way

plus it's just financially stable let's be real

again having a house in this economy?

idk man

actually no i lied im a liar

rudy has his own apartment but he returns home for christmas

anyways he always helps his family decorate

they put up lights along the outside of the house

and ofc they have a fake tree they put up too

i think rudy and his family always make a wreath together every year to hang on their door

idek if that's a tradition but i like it

actually i feel like rudy's parents would be pretty religious

so they definitely have a nativity scene along the mantle or something

and rudy simultaneously gives younger and older sibling energy

so i have a solution

i feel rudy grew up with an older brother and sister

and so they both had kids so now rudy has a bunch of nieces and nephews

and he loves them more than anything

and so there's so many stockings on the mantle

alejandro vargas:

alejandro's decorating style is actually more similar to ghost's i think

he really likes the classy look of white lights

so like ghost he goes for a bright white exterior

but he brings some soul into the exterior

alejandro actually prefers fake trees

he doesn't like the way real trees shed

plus it's just a hassle to take care of in his opinion

he has a lot of ornaments from rudy's family

and a lot of ornaments from target or something equivalent

he also spends a lot of time making sure that the tree is decorated as aesthetically pleasing as possible

oh yeah and ofc alejandro has a house

he is the king of making smart financial decisions

even in this economy

he likes using holly, mistletoe, honestly all the christmas plants in his house

and pine cones?

don't even get him started man

he lives for those things it's insane

you could be chilling at his house in august and find a pine cone left behind from christmas

[fairytaleliving]

Ramshackle’s Freshman PT.3

Slams hand on table SUNNYS BACK

Head empty but its time I bring back attention to my s o n

first things first

scary dog privilege

and im not talking like from leona or floyd or anyone like that

but like from yuu themselves

yuu is the sole beast tamer of the school having grim by their side and basically befriended all the ghosts in the entire college

like cmon man a magicless student survived several overblots and befriend the ppl who overblotted? must be a saint or something

everyone says malleus is the most powerful person in twst but nope its yuu

Savanaclaw A: How lame do you have to be to be sorted into Ramshackle?

Yuu, standing behind Sunny with a menacing aura around them: listen here you little shit-

Yuu didn’t think they get too attached to Sunny but considering they basically live together and hang out on a nearly 24/7 you get protective real quick. Yeah, Yuu has a responsibility as Sunny’s dorm leader, but considering that the two of them are the only two human residents in the entire building, they’re basically equals. The only time Yuu hangs it over Sunny’s head is when he’s being annoying.

Yuu in the middle of an argument: As you dorm leader I have the high ground!

Sunny: Since when do you care about being a dorm leader??!?!

okay but i lowkey have a feeling that yuu would drag sunny to every dorm leader meeting.

because like its literally only one person and yuu already brings grim so why not bring sunny

what are they gonna do? kick them out?

they could try but yuu is gonna fight someone if they do

ramshackle doesn’t have a whole hoard of students in their dorm so might as well being the only other student in the mix

sunny does get a bit smug about being the only student besides the dorm leaders to know what goes on in these meetings

Ace, grabbing Sunny’s arm: Dude you gotta tell me what goes on in those meetings.

Sunny: Sorry man but it’s off with our heads if I say anything

Yuu, knowing very well that the Riddle invited Sunny to tea: Yeah you should listen to Sunny

Speaking of Ace-

I’m pretty sure that Sunny would hang out, or at least be friends with the first years. 

like the first years probably hover over yuu so they would have to be used to sunny or yuu’s previously stated scary dog privilege would happen

like jack would invite him to morning runs and ace and deuce use sunny as a shield against riddle

sunny probably has his own gang of friends to be with but the first years hit different you know

unless sunny’s friend group are the first years 2.0 and its basically yuu and the other pt 2

i like to imagine sunny has the common sense here bc cmon now

if you live in ramshackle you have to be built different

I also like to think that Sunny would grow fond of Ramshackle. Not only because its his home but there’s a charm to it you know?

it may look ratty and some of the walls are losing their wallpaper but its still something right?

he gets his own room and doesn’t have to share it with any other roommates to tell him to clean yuu still does bc its the responsible thing to do but they wont enforce it

theres also like a lot of open space to do whatever they want inside and outside?

like if you think abt it 

since ramshackle is so shabby, they could decorate it however they want without complaints bc they’d be fixing the damn dorm and making it look like its not on the verge of collapse

like would crowley complain abt neon green walls if its at least better than the peeling wallpaper? probably but yuu would talk shit so he wouldn’t

anyways head empty so enjoy the sunny content

[cocrante]

I Start Over With You

[SOLANGELO FANFIC]

summary: After the great battle against the forces of Gaea, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter had formed a long-lasting alliance. Everything had gone well, and everyone was ready to start anew. This included Nico, who, after confessing his feelings to Percy, was prepared to open a new chapter in his life—perhaps the happiest one the Fates had ever written.

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[CHAPTER 18]

IT WAS ALWAYS DIFFICULT TO RETURN TO THAT CAMP, ESPECIALLY AT THAT TIME OF YEAR. The snow had settled on the ground, some kids were engaged in snowball fights, while others were building snowmen that vaguely resembled Mr. D. some looked more like baby Minotaurs or other mythological figures.

He took in a deep breath of the cold air of the camp, it was definitely different from New Rome. There were still few demigods inside—some would arrive in the afternoon, others the next day.

He went to settle into his cabin, unpacking his belongings. Somehow, it felt good to be back at the camp.

Nico was about to throw himself onto the bed and rest after that journey through the shadows, when someone knocked on the door of his cabin. With a sigh, he got up and went to open it, only to be greeted by the son of Jupiter. Nico somehow expected him—it had been strange not to encounter him at the entrance.

"How was the trip?" he asked, stepping into the cabin, which was the complete opposite of his apartment. Nico sighed, closing the door. "Fine" he replied, sitting back on the bed. How much he wanted to sleep.

"And how are things going at the camp? Have they started decorating everything yet?" he chuckled, looking around. It was strange, but he had never been inside there before. That cabin was unsettling, a part of him feared it was a vague reproduction of Hades' palace, the only place Nico had ever truly lived. The walls were high and so dark they seemed made of shadows. Jason avoided getting too close, almost afraid of being sucked in. The floor was so polished it created the illusion of walking on air. There weren't many decorations on the walls, just reliefs and torches that reflected—in an almost agonizing dance—the reflections of that green light. Most of the windows—which he noticed had very particular details—were positioned to the west, only a couple to the east that illuminated a corner of the room where he had placed some sort of altar, next to it was a pomegranate vase, its fruits as red as freshly spilled blood. He turned his gaze to Nico, who was sitting on the white poplar bed, a part of him imagined it came directly from Hades. Suddenly Jason found his own cabin—with that statue of Zeus towering over everything—not so bad after all. "Yes" Nico replied, pretending not to notice the tension in his friend's eyes. There was nothing inside that could hurt him. "The Temple of Saturn is overflowing with gifts" he said without much enthusiasm. "Frank said they'll be going overboard or something this year, whatever that means" he muttered, lying back on the mattress, crossing his hands behind his head. Jason chuckled; apparently, the Roman boy had understood well what his former legion intended to do. "Is there anything happening here?" Jason asked. After Annabeth, Nico was the one who knew the most, being one of the few to respect and understand the traditions of ancient Greece.

"In reality, no" he replied, looking up at the ceiling, which was also so dark it seemed invisible. "Once upon a time, they used to celebrate the abundance of harvests and perform theatrical performances that told the story of Mr. D's birth" he explained. "But honestly, no one does it anymore"

Jason felt a bit disappointed; he was used to celebrating and feasting at this time of year. "So it'll be just like any other month" the son of Jupiter concluded. Nico lowered his head toward him, staring at him for a few moments without saying a word. He too would have liked to say it was just like any other month. "Yeah, well, at least there's snow" he tried to spin it differently; everyone at the camp enjoyed the snow, except for the children of Demeter. His friend sighed, it was a meager consolation. Nico sat back down, feeling a certain sympathy for Jason, everything was truly new to him.

Then in the distance, the conch shell sounded, they had been chatting for so long that they hadn't noticed how late it had become. They went out together, careful not to slip on the icy steps, heading toward the mess hall and sitting at their usual spot.

As soon as they settled, they were served by the graceful nymphs, who gracefully seemed to dance among the tables serving the demigods. Then everyone made their offerings to the bonfire, thanking one of the gods. Nico also made his offering, asking something from his father, although perhaps he should have asked a particular goddess. He shrugged, sighing heavily, hoping nonetheless that he had been listened to and that his father hadn't started laughing with some skeleton.

"You look— upset" Jason commented, seeing him return all sulky, Nico hadn't realized he was so lost in his thoughts. "Yeah, I was just thinking about something" he said, sitting down and starting to eat.

"Does it have to do with..." his friend didn't need to finish the sentence—by now, he knew and it was clear who he was talking about. Nico sighed; ever since he had told him, it had become easier to talk about it. "Yes" he confirmed. "We talked last night, and he said he would spend the holidays here at the camp this winter"

Jason's eyes lit up, finally some good news. "Isn't that awesome?"

"I guess so" Nico replied, playing with his food. "I don't know what to say to him" he raised his gaze, looking him straight in the eyes, explaining his problem, which didn't seem like much when said out loud.

"You're making too much of it" he smiled at him. "Just tell him things as they are, and that's it"

Nico just sighed, it wasn't as simple as he thought. "Yes. maybe" he muttered, finally eating something.

Later that afternoon, they went to the basketball court, one of the few activities left to do at the camp besides sparring. Since neither of them felt like pulling out their swords, they went to the court to shoot some hoops. They started with a simple friendly game to warm up their muscles, but it quickly turned into a full-on one-on-one match. Jason was quite fast but often slipped on the ice, while Nico wasn't doing too bad either. Sometimes he seemed to appear like a shadow behind Jason and steal the ball, and then Jason would respond by leveraging his acrobatic skills.

They ended up drenched in sweat, panting heavily, with laughter ready to burst out. It had been a while since Nico had enjoyed himself so much at Camp Half-Blood.

"Gods! You got me good" Jason gasped as he wiped his icy forehead.

"You did the same" Nico replied, catching his breath.

They walked back up the court together, shivering down their spines, heading toward their respective cabins where a long and pleasant hot shower awaited them. It had been a real gamble to go to the basketball court and let their competitive instincts take over, it would be fortunate not to catch a cold.

The son of Hades enjoyed under the hot water for a while, emerging from the bathroom shrouded in a cloud of steam. He put on a sweater and wrapped in clean clothes, finally lay down on the bed to rest.

He didn't really fall asleep, he mostly stared at an indistinct point on the ceiling, thinking, as he has often done in these last months, improvising a hypothetical monologue in which, for once, he would monopolize the conversation.

[CONTENTS]

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[spotsupstuff]

I wanna learn more about Blessing / Boreas. What’s up with all the bat flies with him? What’s his city like?

-rubs my hands together like a fly- uuuuuu boy, time to shake my blatantly favorite child Hell yeah huhuhuhuhuuu

the batflies enter the scene a good while after the Mass Ascension- they are his coping mechanism after Zephyr collapses and goes dark!

from the comic where they talk about Euros' n Sparrows' relationship, one can probably guess how close these two are. Boreas might be the big scary dog of the whole Eo family that punches things in the face rather than take any miniscule amount of shit, but when it comes to Zephyr he is very open and sweet. she's the only person who can actually influence his opinions and ideas greatly, because he loves and trusts her enough to allow her to do so. so when she collapses, he takes it the worst out of everyone. in a very quiet way. his pain if for him to keep, nobody else can know he's hurting

bear witness to Ňuňu

this lil shit was basically Boreas' therapy dog. just.. very very feckin teeny

child...

she is as smart as your typical bat, but the thing was that when she accidentally made her way into his chamber, he didn't have much will in himself to send the animal to eeby deeby so she got to flutter about. and as animals do, girlie used the empathy trap card to figure out this person who doesn't seem to be posing any danger is Sad. so she landed on his head, crawled up to look into his eyes and chirped

n that was the straw that broke the camel's back and Boreas had his first grief-inflicted breakdown ever. Ňuňu stayed during it and even after it, so emotionally-empty-feeling Boreas decided to take her in. hardly can replace Zephyr, but at least he isn't alone

Ňuňu later brought friends and Bee decided that he will look after them then. even after Ňuňu passes away, he still houses and raises them. the younglings like sleeping on his antennas so he has to watch himself to not move them too much sometimes. Euros has a folder full of photos like that

to his city- the name kush is:

originally from me looking for latin words for Rage. ended up going with Desaevio, because Bee is indeed positioned in a fitting place for the word

and the storm connection plus the last two are the main reasons why the Ancients called the city as such. after project Abet Zephyr ended in such a failure, they had to vent some stuff out. and we are going to claim that it is anger because that isn't as pitiful as shame or embarrassment

(the fact that almost every translator i put it into gives me "i'm sorry" works wonderfully, too. because what else will ultimately Boreas do, but quietly mutter to himself a mantra of apologies when he'll be lying in his chamber 30 seconds from his death, drowning in his regrets and mistakes?)

Desaevio was capable of comfortably supporting over 5 million people (no other Iterator city ever reaches that far- the max is ambitious Gen 3 cities that only ever reached around an estimate of 2.7 million) but at times housed over 6-7 million. despite lying close to the geographical location of Bergen in real life, Desaevio is very far from reaching such nice vibes (the old towns Boreas' structure overshadows come close, though). it is way closer to New York, but more dystopian. if u look up dystopian city on google images u get to see pretty closely what it looked like. combine it with Coruscant from star wars for bonus authencity with the layering

made up of skyscrapers, with endless layered bridges for means of transport (most commonly expres trains), with what little decoration of the buildings chipped away by time without anybody caring enough to restore the beauty- the grey, gloomy expanse of Desaevio is as majestic to witness as it is absolutely harrowing

with it being a layered city and one with Boreas' consciousness/structure, some wonder when does one truly leaves the borders of the city and enters the giant's actual insides. it's hard to tell, with old models of Iterators not being all that enclosed and isolated like Five Pebbles is. there is no karma gate to tell you when exactly the walls turn from homes for people to homes for wires, tubes and alien-like organic life of a colossal Hivemind

despite the whole "Iterators are above the cloud level" thing, i like to imagine that it rains in Desaevio either way. at least- some levels are just straight up Wet like after rain. but it'd be those normal rains like we have, not the annihilating ones that the old towns need to bear with down below. or maybe it's just the upper layers' waste water seeping through the ceilings

most of light of the lower levels comes from streetlights, neon signs and Boreas' own systems once deep enough

cameras and such security systems litter all the streets and every public room- and the private homes are still accessable by overseers- and All of that feeds directly into Boreas' memory cache

this omnipresence is why Boreas later suffers with the fuckin

nobody is as unhappy with Boreas' omnipresence as Boreas himself. no wonder he's always ticked off, imagine being a witness to All of New York's road rage 24/7

[fictional-world777]

♡Happy birthday teddy bear♡

fandom » &team

pairing » Fuma x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni!)

genre » smut, established relationship.

word count » ± 2100

(Caution - English is my third language.)

29th June is very important date in your calendar. It is one and only Fuma-kuns' birthday, although he told that he does not wanted to celebrate it , you had another plan. Together with other 8 boys , you calculated most undercover party ever. Your plan contained to lie about some injury. His heart might skip a beat and he would run to you as fast as possible. Jo the king of innocence was against it. In his opinion it was too cruel to do that , but yet he is still with others buying some food for the party. After the birthday live, EJ must had distracted him away from you. Fuma few times checked his phone but there was no any notification from his significant other. He was upset but had not showing it much. After the live Ej was trying to occupy all of his attention. With the help of boys you have decorated all dorms' living room. Finally, the most important moment came, you send message that on the way to the dorm some bicyclist hit you and run away. You assured him that you were okay. To make it more dramatic Nicholas messaged him too, that he saw the accident from the window and helped her to reach the apartment. Fuma was furious someone hurt his angel and just run away. He immediately grabbed his backpack without telling Ej sprinted out. In matter of minutes he was in front of the dorm. EJ run out from his taxi nearly hitting his head on the ground, because his shoelaces were untied.

EJ : What's wrong?

Fuma : Some scum hit Y/n on the bicycle and run away.

Fuma really really rarely used bad wards. EJ knew it wouldn’t end well when he'll find out that it was just a prank.  He nearly flew to the third floor of a building. Suddenly saw near the door one, just one, sparkly gold confetti. Fuma snapped, pushed the door with all force and it made the loudest sound, which creeped everyone out who were inside the dorm.

He was out of breath and looking at each of you with full of anger gaze.

Fuma : First of all I asked no to do anything for my b day, second who’s idea was to lie to me about the injury?

He ran to Nicholas and pushed him to the wall. Nicho looked really scared, he never seen Fuma like this. You ran to them, to stop the fight before it could start.

y/n : It was me, it was my idea ! Leave him alone !

Fuma : You little demon…

He strongly grabs your wrist and pulls you out from dorm.

Fuma : Do not you think come after us.

Fuma takes you out of building accompanied,  with members scared face expressions.

He catches taxi and pushes you inside, but not like that taxi driver could thought of calling the police.

y/n : Where are we going?

Fuma : At your place.

y/n : But I do not have the keys . It's in my bag, which actually is at your dorm…

Fuma : I have spare key .

y/n : You have what? I do not remember giving you permission to make it .

Fuma : I do not need permission to protect you.

y/n : Protect from who? What?

Fuma :  From everything. Why you lied to me?

y/n : It was not a lie, it was a prank, you have not had to react like that

Fuma : And how I had to react? You know how much you mean to me...

y/n : I know and you just could enjoyed my gift to you and left your pride behind the dorm door!

Fuma : It is not my pride, I asked not to do it and you still did it. Lied to me, you better apologize properly.

y/n : For what? For loving you?

He was client after this words which you shouted at him , even taxi driver jumped.

Fuma : Get out of the car

You obey. His voice is husky, but now it is even dipper as usual, it makes you feel week in your knees .  At elevator he was piercing you with his gaze. Finally you are in front of your apartment door, you do not know what to do nor what will happen next. He opens door with his spare key and waits you to come inside. Fuma shuts it and looks it with every possible way. Then he throws his backpack somewhere, does not bother to turn lights on and goes to the couch in center of the living room. He set down. Now Fuma seems really calm, but again commands with low voice.

Fuma : Come closer.

 With wobbly legs you approach him.

Fuma : Sit near me.

You set down but not too close to him.

Fuma : You know that you deserve a punishment?

y/n : A punishment?

He grabs you and pushes you with your stomach down on his firm thighs.

y/n : Fuma are you serious? Are you gonna spank me ?

Fuma : Yes. Your brat behavior needs to be stopped.

You try to run from this embarrassment and move as much as you can, but Fuma is stronger. He pulls up your skirt and sees your red sexy lingerie.

Fuma : What is this?

y/n : It was part of my gift, but I changed my mind. I am not giving you anyth……

Before you finish the the sentence you feel sharp pain on you butt, with high tone slap sound. You yelped.

Fuma : Well then I will take it by force.

He pulls your panties to your knees, at this point you have already gave up on trying to run away. But showing your pain to him was not in the plan. Fuma slapped again and waited for your reaction. Silence. Slapping sounds continuous to echoing in the room. You try your best to keep mouth shut and do not make any sound. Pain grows immensely. Tear drops forming in the corners of your eyes. Suddenly Fuma stops, flips you on your back and pushes you down on the couch. He tries not to crush you with weight of his body. You close your face with hands.

Fuma : Look at me.

He pushes both of your hands away and puts them on top of your head secures with his one hand. You do not have other choice and look at him. His eyes were dark nearly black.

Fuma : Are not you going to apologize?

Y/n : No.

Fuma hides his head in the crook of your neck, then traces on it with his nose, suddenly you feel his teeth grazing your soft flesh. It was so unexpected that you screamed.

Fuma : Now I want you to start making noises baby. Stop being a fucking brat.

He let goes of your hands. You try to push your legs as close as possible. It will be so miserable, if he'll found that you are already dripping wet. But again Fuma is so strong. He pulls apart your legs and nests between them.

Fuma : What we have here.

Your pants are already on the floor, because of earlier spanking session.

The sight of you wet pink cunt makes him hard in a second. You see his bulge grow in his sweatpants.

y/n : I think it is unfair that only I am half naked.

Fuma : You are right.

With one swipe he pulls your dress all the way up and off your body. Fuma nearly ripped your lace bra. Then he takes of his green hoodie and throws it on the floor.

Fuma : Every time I see your naked body ,it feels the same as it is my first time seeing you like that. You are magnificent.

His words make your body temperature rise impossible high. Fuma touches your collar bone and traces his fingers down on your chest. He grabs your left breast and starts massaging it. You let out small moan.

Fuma : Yes like that baby. It is my birthday and I'm still waiting for your gift.

Suddenly you feel guilty that you ruined his b day, but your pride was so hard to swallow.

Fuma lowers his head down to you throbbing core and kisses it. You let out longer moan. He smirked and started his kitten licking. Your legs can’t stay on place and try to buck up for more friction, but Fumas hand stops you to do it.

Fuma : Stay still baby girl.

Than starts open mouth kissing your pulsing heat. You try not to move but buck your hips again. Fuma slaps your cunt.

Fuma : Again, you behave yourself like a little, dumb brat. Luckily I know haw to tame you.

He starts harshly sucking your clit. Knot in your stomach starts to tighten in a seconds. As Fuma harasses your body he bucks his clothed member in to the couch. Both of you just can not control your needs anymore. You were soo close to the release.

y/n : Fuma I'm so close please …

He stopped all together.

Fuma : So now you are a good girl? Than like a good girl you must apologize for what you did.

As he speaks Fuma is trying to stop his have breathing.

y/n : Fuma I am so sorry for lying to you and ruining this day.

You looked guilty and sexy at the same time.

He smiles for the first time after the incident.

Fuma : The day is not over yet.

He pushes his two fingers inside of your pussy and attacks you clit like a hungry animal. The tight knot came back in a lightning speed.

y/n : Fuma please do not stop…

Your moans and his slurping sound echoes in the room. Your fingers find Fumas messy hair and pushes his head closer to you core. You do not want him to stop again at the very important moment.

y/n : I am coming…

You scream as you come all over his face. And maybe even squirt on him. Your sight is blurry, but still you try to take a look of him. Fuma looks like bird which fell from the nest. Your gaze stops on his bulge which is covered with huge dark spot on the crotch area. The thought that he humped the couch while going down on you made your head go dizzy.

Fuma : As I said day is not over yet.

With this words he flips you again on your stomach, you hear sound of his belt and zipper. Fumas' weight disappeared from the couch just for a split second. He pulls your lower body upwards and closer. 

Fuma : I am sorry I can not wait anymore. I want to be inside of you so badly.

He goes inside with one trust and freezes. It was painful but not as much as spanking. The size difference is still here.

Fuma : Oh baby you are still so tight even after all that times I have ruined you.

y/n : Fuma please move.

You try to move yourself.

Fuma : My needy little girl, if you'll continue moving like that I am gone come right now. I do not want to disappoint you.

y/n : Fuma you could never disappoint me.

 You find his hand on the couch and interlock your fingers with his. He breathes heavily in you neck.

Fuma : I think I am ready.

He starts with slow trusts. But even his patience has limits. His movements got faster, stronger, deeper. Your moans make him go crazy.

y/n : Please Fuma, I want to see you and hear you sounds too.

He turns you to face him, without leaving your burning heath. You put your hands and legs on his beck and lock them.

y/n : I will never ever let you go. I promise.

Your words make him smile again. He taps your thigh.

Fuma : Hold on me tight.

He leaves your body and enters with such force you scream again. He is not holding his voice anymore , this low grunts and moans right in your ear makes your mind go blank.

Fuma feels that soon he will come and slides his hand between your wet bodies to reach your clit. Immediately starts to circle it with his thumb.

y/n : Fuma I am so close please kiss me.

He kisses you like there is no tomorrow, it swallows your and his moans.  Both come at the same time. Have breathing fills the room. You are not letting him go as you promised. Fuma crushed you with his body, but it is okay. After all he is your sweet teddy bear. You remembered that you have not wished him happy birthday yet.

y/n : Happy birthday teddy bear.

You look at him and see that he has fallen asleep on you.

Mission successful completed.

It is my debut on tumblr authors world. Hope you will like it. 🌹🌹🌹

Constructive criticism is welcomed.

I know I am really late for Fumas' birthday (sob)

[cabinofimagines]

Day two; Spirit Halloween

Disclaimer; none American dealing with supposed liminal spaces; I watched 2 videos with the inside of spirit Halloween's. Don’t correct me if I’m wrong, also I do not condone stealing. 

Pairing: Platonic Annabeth, Percy, Will, Piper and Calypso x gn!reader

Warnings: none, possible misinterpretation of Spirit Halloween stores 

Word count: 1.3k

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-Asnyox

Everyone was really glad to finally be stretching their legs. There had been some grumbles when you brought up your secret missions from Leo, but no one stopped you from pulling over into the gigantic parking lot in front of the Spirit Halloween. You hadn’t even noticed the sign next to the highway before you mentioned it to Will, who was sitting next to you. And then you immediately nose-dived the car across three lanes to make the exit to the pop-up Spirit Halloween store. Safe to say that everyone suddenly was very awake in the car.

“Anyone else getting like, chills?”  Percy asked as he gazed at the Spirit Halloween. There were dark clouds forming behind it. You interrupted the darkening mood quickly, before everyone decided that maybe Leo should fetch the decorations himself. 

“I have always dreamt of visiting one of these.”  You said wishfully, looking at the previously abandoned building.

“Why? I have never been either.” Annabeth said and you slowly started making your way to the store.

“I dunno, I thought that maybe Spirit Halloween stores were a myth.” you explained and Piper laughed behind you.

“Because they are pop-up stores?” She asked and you nodded.

“And they inhabit abandoned warehouses- plus all the spooky stuff.” You started walking backwards, so you could look at your friends.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never been,” Calypso glanced to the building behind you, “And this building does feel as if it shouldn’t be here.” You smiled at her.

“Thank you, Cal!” Calypso turned shy from your excitement.

“Wait, so no one here has ever been in a Spirit Halloween?” You asked. Most of your group nodded. 

“I mean, I never said I had gone either,” Piper spoke.

“Nope, my mom never had the time of money to take me so,” Percy shook his head.

“I have, Nico took me on a date there last year.” Will piped up.

“Oooh romantic!” Piper joked, followed by some laughs. 

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As you entered the store, you all quickly lost your group. You had wanted to look out for Calypso, and you hoped someone was near her right now. You don’t know how it happened, but one second everyone was still together, than you looked at one animatronic and immediately everyone was gone. You wanted to look around to see if you could find anyone, but the heightened ceilings with bright lights prevented you from focusing on things too far away. Plus, all the sounds from the different toys, animatronics, and gimmicks around you were distracting you. 

But you had a mission, with a basket in hand you started collecting various decorations for Leo. While you were at it, you somehow found a baking isle together with loads of Halloween candy. You grabbed some stuff for your baking session later this week with Nico, hoping that he would not mind.

You stumbled into the next isle, only to be met with Percy trying on a gremlin mask. Annabeth was laughing as Percy struggled to get the mask on right. You sneaked up behind Percy, his vision being compromised by the mask.

“BOO!” You scream in Percy’s ear, and he yelps as he turns around. Annabeth catches him quickly, preventing Percy from bringing down the aisles next to him. You laugh, as Percy struggles to get the mask off.

You reach out and help him. As he lays eyes on you, he is red in the face.

“Not funny, (Y/n).” He scolds you and Annabeth laughs behind him. Percy glares at her, but than breaks a smile himself. As she calms down, Annabeth turns to you.

Percy and Annabeth agree, and you quickly bide them goodbye as you resume your search.

“Having any luck with finding what you need?” She asks and you nod.

“Got a lot already, uhm,” you absentmindedly show them your basket, “Anyone seen Calypso?” You ask and both Percy and Annabeth shake their heads.

“Should we help you look?” Annabeth asks and you shake your head.

“No, just, keep an eye out? I don’t want her to be overwhelmed by all of this, y’know.”

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You finally find Calypso, who seems frozen in time, in a corner of the store. You carefully put your basket down and stand in front of her. You take her shaking hands into your own. You noticed how this corner was relatively quieter to the rest of the store, but it was still loud. There were almost no customers around the two of you.

“Too much?”  Calypso nodded, eyes shifting around.

“I just, I don’t trust it here.”  Her voice comes out shaking, “It’s so loud, and so many things move-” you nod in understanding and open your arms as an invitation for a hug.

She quickly moves in and thanks you under her breath.

“Better?” You ask and she nods as she breaks the hug, “I should have staid closer to you, Cal. I didn’t know this store would be so chaotic.” Calypso shrugged.

“The modern world generally has just gotten so much louder. It’s something to get used to, I suppose.” You hummed in agreement. Then, the ugliest costume you’ve ever seen caught your eye. You picked it up, holding it in front of your body.

“What do you think?” you asked Calypso, who seemed appalled at the piece.

“The quality is horrible, (Y/n),” she stated as she touched the fabric. You saw her visibly shiver at the sensation. “Please, let me make you a costume and don’t even consider wearing this.”

“Oh, Cal is making costumes now?” Piper walked around the isle, joining you in your corner. Calypso nodded, a smile slowly coming on her face.

“I enjoy sewing, so why not.” Piper’s face filled with excitement.

“Can you also make my costume? I would love to wear your craft.”

“Sure,” Calypso’s eyes glittered at the prospect of making gifts for her friends, “I can make everyone costumes if they need them!”

Suddenly, Annabeth walked up to you nervously, holding Percy’s hand. Will was close behind them.

“There are monsters- the entire staff is monsters.”  She whispered. You looked up confused, before staring intensely at the worker stocking the shelfs. Your eyes widened the worker morphed into small cyclops right before your eyes.

“Piper- no,” he objects, but Piper took the basket out of his hands, and nonchalantly started walking to the door. You followed trying not to look like you were about to steal probably a hundred, if not more, dollars’ worth of Halloween goods. Will angrily followed, but he did not complain anymore as he warily stared at the cashier.

“Ah fuck,” you quickly looked around the group of friends, “Let’s check out and run for it?”

Piper shook her head.

“The manager, a manticore, is glaring at us- I think they know,” she whispered, “Let’s just, hold on tight to the goods and run for it.”

“And steal?” Will whispered in disgust, and Piper nodded.

As you left, the alarm of the store rang- You all got into a sprint, clinging to your basket. Percy reached the car first, and quickly sprang in the driver’s seat, turning on the car. You dumped the goods in the back, closing the trunk and getting in the backseat yourself. As you heard the screams of the monsters getting closer, Percy drives away, breaking the speed limit by just a little bit.

[the-box-publisher]

Hey, I don’t expect anyone to see this in fact I hope no one does. For some context I woke up this morning to find a box on my desk- my door was still locked and my windows don’t open I live alone on the fourth floor of a building. At first I was scared it was a bomb but then I realized no one would go through this much effort carefully wrapping and decorating this box to kill a nobody. Anyways there was a letter on top of the box that said:

“Dear publisher,

Please publish this story.

Yours truly,

The journalist”

I was obviously extremely put off by this. Who is the journalist? am I the publisher? How the actual flying f*** did they get into my apartment? But I supposed just to play it safe I would publish it just because it was a small request and I’m scared of what might happen if I don’t. I suppose I’ve always been a very paranoid person but what else can I do. Plus who would believe me anyways I’m sure you don’t. So inside the box was a story covered in dirt like it had been buried:

“Story submitted by Mathew Coppula,

I am very strong willed, I always get what I want. No matter what ever since I was a kid everything always had to go my way. It used to be everyone would tease me because I could control everyone and everything except my own body. I tried to be intimidating but my body would always have great timing for “cute” sneezes, stomach gurgles or hiccups. Then when I was 15 I read you could apparently stop your body from hiccups by just telling yourself not to. I don’t know what I expected but I decided to try the next time I hiccuped I told myself to stop and to my surprise it worked! After continuing this for several years it occurred to me that just maybe it would work for other things and with time and practice I found that I could perfectly manually control every part of my body. I quite enjoyed this everything perfectly controlled, neat and orderly. It wasn’t until I went to the beach a couple of years ago I had any anxiety related to this ability (though I shut that anxiety off to). I was at the beach and after not paying attention I got wiped out by a large wave, since I was caught off guard I didn’t have much breath left in me and quickly I was about to pass out, as wave after wave crashed over me I was so scared of passing out, when suddenly a little voice in the back of my head said “tell yourself not to pass out” and so I did. That’s not normal telling yourself not to pass out and functioning without air is not… was not normal. I found recently I stopped needing to tell myself to do it and it just started happening automatically.

I don’t remember how it happened I was just driving and suddenly it was dark, I was so disoriented everything was spinning and spinning and then I woke up in a hospital bed. Or at least I tried to I could see but couldn’t move my eyes at all, I could hear smell and feel but I could not move a muscle. I could feel a desperate burn from needing to breathe but I could not take in any air. I assumed they had me under heavy anesthetic, but then I saw it. The blank line on the heart monitor, nurses and doctors looked saddened as one moved to shut my eyes, I wish she didn’t being here in the dark is so much worse than being able to see. I heard them talking about what to do with me, I don’t have any family and no one to take me. I tried desperately to let them know I was still alive. But it was no use. Now I only hope they chose to cremate me.”

I- don’t know what to do with this. Obviously it’s not true, even if it was how would I even have a written copy of it, it’s not like Mr.Coppula could transcribe it. Why would anyone be so desperate for me to publish this that they broke into my home?

My curiosity got the best of me so I chose to look him up. Apparently Mathew Coppula was in a bad car accident after lightning struck his car. He died hours later in the hospital, it was deemed an accident, an act of God if you will. He was buried.

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Alrighty Brick hit me.

TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR AUSSSS!!!!!

Especially School floor board au and Crashed au. Size shifter Ranboo has me intrigued and I want to know everything!!!!!!!! Gimme world building and shenanigans!!!!

IM GOING TO TALK ABOUT MY SCHOOL FLOOR AU BC I LOVE IT AND I ONLY GOT ONE OTHER ASK ABOUT IT (/NM)

OKAYOKAYOKAY SOO

ranboo's home is under a floorboard in one of the corners of the school library. it's usually pretty hidden, especially when the lights are off. any decoration inside is either things he's shrunk to fit, or stuff he's found around the school that he deemed useful (like pins & other usual borrower shit)

clingy are having a sleepover at the school cause tbf everyone wants to do that and they're brave enough to actually follow through with it,,,, luckily for them, the library does not have security cameras (idk why stfu /lh /j) so they get in through one of the windows in the school. once they do discover ranboo and his abilities, and become friends oddly quickly, they use him to their advantage and make him travel to the security panel (or whatever it's called, i don't know school stuff,, i've been online for like 3 years :'D) to shut all the cams off so they can leave the library

ranboo has the ability to sizeshift other things such as people or objects, but it takes significantly more energy to do as opposed to when he does it to himself. it took like 3 days to convert all the things in his home lol

ranboo has befriended every animal known to man. he's found and adopted a stray dog, a stray cat, and the school mice sdsjfjdnf

he's pretty good at hiding the fact that he literally lives at the school.

behold, ranboo's strategy:

teacher: how did you come from the library? the front door is the other way, and school's been in for only a few minutes,"

ranboo, sweating profusely: look over there! *shifts to avoid this conversation for the millionth time

okay i know i gave this headcannon to borrowing your heart au but this is where it originally came from,,,, the next morning, instead of waking up where he usually does, in his bed, he awakes to find a hand securely wrapped around him while he seems to be surrounded by cloth. it is tubbo who's keeping him trapped :) he then is forced to 'take a day off' dssdhdnf

mmm imagine them going out to a forest or smth to test how big ranboo can get so that the duo can get a feel for what it's like to be tiny,,,,, idk that's a stupid thought but WAJGHSDNF maybe it should happen 👉👈

[sav668]

collaboration

For this project, I was tasked with working in a group and creating a collaborative project. This is something I don't usually do since I am usually a solo artist who does digital work. I mainly focus on concept art and animation. However, I think it's a good thing to step out of your bubble and learn new skills, especially by working with a group of people who are in different professions. Collaboration is important in the world of art since big projects are usually split into parts and given to people depending on their skill sets. Especially in animation, some of these tasks includes storyboarding, backgrounds, lineart, colouring, and shading.

Our project was to create a box that represents us individually as people. So, it means things that interest us, media that we enjoy working in, inspiration from artists we are into, and colour palettes we are interested in. My interests consist of many different topics, but mostly I am into comics, street art, street fashion, adult swim cartoons, and vibrant colours such as orange. As for artists that inspire me: Genndy Tartakovsky,Chris Prynoski, and One (creator of Mob Psycho).

Each person got to design their own and make it completely unique. To tie all our boxes together and somehow make them connected, we all individually made props for everyone's box to add to. Representing how intertwined people can be, even if they are different.

My box process itself was at first complicated to pinpoint a design and stick to it. I wasn't sure what direction to take this since, like I mentioned beforehand, I am a digital artist. I am okay drawing and painting traditionally since that is how I started off after all.

However, when creating something out of different materials, especially a 3D piece, I kept in mind that this is the point of this project, and the collaboration was to get out of my comfort zone and not overthink so much.

The design I ended up making consisted of a box-facing landscape with the front cut out, allowing room to create a visible scene. I planned to have my character standing in the middle as a cutout and have a speech bubble as if it were ripped from a comic book. To add street art to the box, when I painted the outside and inside, it made the colours look streaky and overlapping each other, giving the vibe that it's like a building being repainted after street artists worked on it. For the colours, I used green, yellow, red, black, and orange. since these are colours that I add to my work a lot.

To decorate the box interior I decided to incorporate elements of my room into my work, such as the photos I have on my wall, little items I could find, and my leaves that I put around the box. I think this was a great route to take this design since this is basically a little window into how I express myself in my room. Then it came to adding my element to my group members boxes. I wasn't too sure what it was I wanted to create at first. However, I thought having little cutouts of my persona's head that could be placed in everyone's boxes would not take up much room. So I designed a couple of designs with different expressions. To create these little cutouts, I designed them on paper and used marker-out outline and colour to keep the palette vibrant.

To conclude, working in a group had its ups and downs, such as communication. Mainly on my part, during this time I was struggling to manage my two jobs and family life, and it got in the way of coming in to discuss our project. Also around this time, I broke my phone, which made it even harder to communicate with my group. However, when I got a phone to borrow, I tried to keep in contact with my group members. Another thing with which I struggled a lot in this project was time magazine. After being late to class due to work, I started to feel like I was falling behind. which was extremely stressful; I wasn't sure how much I needed to get done. So, I met up with someone to help me create a timetable in a way I could better understand.

Overall, I am glad I had this opportunity. Learning how to adapt aspects of my style and learning new ideas from people I worked with turned out to be very helpful to my improvement as an artist, and I am 100% sure that this will help me feel better about working with and collab with other artists in the future. There are some things to take note of while working on a project like this.

[kessicasrps]

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. I just hope my divorce doesn't take too long, though. I want to get it over with and be able to start our life together, as a family," I say honestly to you. I stare lovingly back at you as I heard you say what you used to do for Haley during past Christmases and it warmed my heart to see how you tried to give our daughter the best. "Well, we will have a proper Christmas together this year. We can go shopping for the decorations too and get more decorations than we know what to do with," I say, smiling softly at you. "We will figure it all out, though. I want to help you with the café. I want to help you clean it up and make sure we get it renovated. I don't want you to overly worry about the money. We're going to be a family and I want you to let me take care of some things, okay?," I say to you before nodding. "But yes, let's just order some food and lay down together. What are you in the mood for?," I ask you, rubbing your back gently before pulling out my phone with my free hand.

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"Even if it does take long, you still have Haley and I. And it'll be worth it, because that day, you'll be free to do whatever you want, we'll be in our own house, and it'll be like having a first time all over again," I say as I stroked your cheek again. "We haven't been together that way since the night we conceived Haley, and waiting until you're divorced and a free man, it'll feel special, romantic, and meaningful because we waited to be with each other," I say softly. "I've always wanted to give Haley a real Christmas though, she deserves it so much, and she deserves to have so many presents under the tree, and everything else that comes with Christmas." I say, feeling excited at the thought that Haley was finally going to have a better childhood than what she was given. "I don't even know if I want to keep the cafe as a cafe," I say softly. "A cafe was never my dream, I just kept it that way because that's how it was sold to me and I didn't know what to do with the building. You know my dream was to always making clothes and sell them, but I didn't know how to do it after graduating college," I sighed softly as I rested my head on your chest, feeling content and relaxed. "Pizza sounds so good, I haven't had it since I first had Haley." I admitted. "I was trying to be healthy after I had her so I could lose the baby weight, and then I always fed her what was around, and I never thought to give her pizza, she's never had pizza." I say as I looked at her. "Oh my god, I've never given our daughter the world's most favorite food. Everyone loves pizza, I can't believe I've never given her pizza,"

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I ended up filming with you for a few more hours before it was time to take a break. I smirk playfully at you before walking off set and heading back to my trailer. I left the door unlocked for you to come inside and I sit on the couch I had in there, playing on my phone as I waited for you. I posted a photo on Instagram, smiling when I got some supportive comments immediately including some fans who were commenting that they were happy that I was no longer with Nate. I just hoped they would be happy for me if something more serious came out of us hanging out together.

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I relaxed for a minute after filming and making my way towards your trailer. I knocked on your door gently, straightening myself up a bit so I didn't look so rough after all the filming we had just done. I couldn't wait to get some alone time with you once I got inside your trailer.