#you're goddesses and you can step on me anytime

[lyramundana]

HHHH I LOVE YOUR STYLE OF WRITING 😭😭😭😭 and I love your ideas for minsung x reader,, can I ask you what you think if f!reader is a chubby girl? 🥰

ps. thank you soooo much I really love your acc !!

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Awww thank you, thank you so much!!❤😭 These type of comments always make my heart go fuzzy.

Honestly, when these two fall in love, the Reader's bodytype is meaningless for them. They love her soul, and by asociation, they learn to adore her body too.

Beauty standards in Korea are horrible and very harsh on girls that aren't "skinny" enough, and for slightly chubbier girls can be terrible. But with them? Honey, you don't even have time to develop insecurities because you always have a hand in your body. Anywhere. Anytime. In public. They don't care.

They're so in love and fascinated by her figure they can't control themselves. Personal space barely existed with them before, and now it's her turn too to suffer it too. They try to keep their hands to themselves in public for her sake, but once they're home, she can't escape. They grope, squeeze, kiss and trace every single point. They love seeing her wearing tight clothes that enhance her figure, but also have to fight jealousy because they're not the only ones staring..

She's forbidden of using baggy clothes around them. They need 24h access to her direct skin or they'll throw a fit. At some point of the day, Mingo aproaches her, places a hand on top of her boob and doesn't move it. Sometimes he'll push her into the couch/bed and press his face on her belly, rubbing his head like a cat and asking for attention. Jisung prefers her thighs, her thick and soft thighs. He sleeps like a baby on them. He can be extra sometimes and sneaks his hand between them to close the legs around his neck for whatever reason and sleep.

They both agree her chest makes the best pillow. Oh, and they always sneak their hands under her clothes to massage her warm skin and fall asleep like that.

If they feel specially playful, they'll bite. Not softly. Biting viciously, leaving hickeys.

And the sex...phew. They worship your body outside and inside the bedroom. They love having so much to grab unto, her delicious skin melting on their hands as they roam all over her body. They don't leave anything untouched. They'll lick and grope until they're finished, and still refuse to let her go of her body.

In short, Minsung would be adorable and passionate partners regardless of their partner's bodytype.

[stesierra]

Find the Word tag!

@sm-writes-chaos tagged me! My words are: Star, fall, help, great. I'm going to draw from Stitches and Memories!

I'm going to tag @macabremoons, @dyrewrites, @bluberimufim and @aziz-reads and anyone else who wants to play! Your words are sympathy, cruel, kind and rough.

Star

That night, they had to settle for a pasture for their bed. Antea wrapped herself snugly in her blanket and kept her dress on, but plants still poked in, prodding and scratching at the back of her neck. She struggled not to think about ticks and tall grass and lay staring up at the stars that melted across the sky and breathing in the sappy, green smell of broken grass. She asked the night sky, with all its beautiful constellations of the gods, "Jedan? With the bandit..."

"Yes?" His voice was guarded.

"Can you light up like that anytime?"

A long pause followed. "That's a really minor perk of being favored, yes."

"Give me some light. I want to read my book."

Something rustled, then warm golden light washed over her, illuminating every blade of grass and creeping insect that surrounded her. Jedan was sitting up in his own hollow in the grass, holding his glowing hand towards the sky. For a brief moment, every visible inch of his skin glowed as if he had turned into a firefly, and Antea caught her breath. The glow dimmed back down to his hand, and he said, "I'm not going to do this all night."

Antea grinned at him, her heart warm with wonder. "Just a few pages." And she stretched out of her blanket to dig out the book. It was nestled at the bottom of her bag, and despite the cool night, the cover felt warm under her hands. She skipped the first page because she'd already had that flashback, and opened it to the middle.

Another drawing of a dragon stared up at her, crouched ferret-like in the center of the page. It was a disdainful stare, the kind cats inflict on people who offend them. Below the elegant black drawing, someone had scrawled a few messy lines.

"What does it say?" Jedan asked.

She leaned in and read, "Climb the Demon's Tower, and at the top, you will find a dragon. The dragon will ask you questions. Not riddles, for dragons see no truth in riddles, but there will be questions."

"Huh," he said, resting the arm with the light on top of one knee. "I thought all mythological creatures went in for riddles."

"That's only sphinxes, I think. But I don't have a book on sphinxes."

"How did you end up with a book about dragons in the first place?"

She shut the book carefully and cradled it against her chest. "It's strange. But I think it found me."

His brows lifted. "It's an inanimate object."

"Yeah, but it's a weird object. I found it in the room where the librarians keep all the outdated stuff. It was in the magic section, but it wasn't even about magic. When I showed it to the head librarian, he acted like he'd never heard of it and then he gave it to me because he didn't want it!"

"That doesn't mean it picked you as its owner."

She hugged the book tighter until the corners bit into her arms. "I never said it did! Never mind about the light. I'm going to sleep." And she lay back down and wrapped her blanket around herself so tightly that a tick wouldn't even have room to come in.

"Antea," Jedan said. But he didn't say anything else, so she ignored him. She fell asleep with the spine of the book pressing into her chest.

Fall

Jedan stepped closer, his face very solemn. "It seems if you are being unjustly hunted that you would benefit from companions. Why not tell us what has happened and let us make our own decision whether to stay with you?"

Reza stared at him as if seeing him for the first time. "You're one of the favored."

He bowed to her, as graceful as if he were from some noble court. "The Lion Goddess."

Her eyes narrowed, and she drummed her fingers against her leg. "Then justice is your thing, and you have the goddess's ear. Look, if I tell you what has happened, will you talk to her? Convince her to do something?"

He spread empty hands. "I can pray."

"Well, none of mine have been answered, so I might as well try yours." Reza huffed and brushed the hair out of her face, then plopped down in the hay next to her stick and gestured for them to join her.

The hay was fresh and soft and dry, with a dusty, grassy scent that poofed up when Antea sank into a deep pile herself. Antea said, once everyone was settled, "So tell us your story."

Reza's hands clenched into fists. She bit out, "I'm a royal bastard."

Well, that would explain the dress.

Jedan's eyebrows flew up, and he sat up in the hay to stare at her. "I didn't know the king had any."

Reza laughed bitterly. "Neither did he. My mother didn't let him know when I was born because she had just gotten engaged to a nobleman who didn't care that she was already pregnant with another man's baby, and she really wanted the match to work. She loved my stepfather. Not the king. Never the king."

"Kings aren't particularly lovable, from what I've heard," Jedan said.

Reza nodded and drew her knees up to her chest. "So we lived seventeen years like that, and then my stepfather died. We ran out of money, and Mother's never worked a day in her life. She decided the king should give her money because of all the years she'd spent raising me, so she left me at home and went to corner him at the castle." Her mouth twisted and her eyes screwed up, and she let her chin fall to her knees.

"What happened?" Jedan asked softly.

"She never came back. The constables busted down the door to our house and tried to kill me."

Help

A man screamed, and Antea risked a look over her shoulder. The stranger was holding a bloody sword, standing over one of the bandits, who had fallen face-first, blood spreading in a puddle from around his neck. The second bandit ran at their unexpected ally and stabbed him in the gut, but the sword glanced off. The stranger, like the bandit, was wearing armor, and his counterattack took the bandit's head clean off.

Antea squeaked and covered her eyes, but she stopped running, and the footsteps of her companions shuffled to a stop. She peeked out between her fingers and found that the stranger was still there, leaning over one of the bodies, the one that still had its head. He wiped his blade clean on the clothes of the corpse and shoved it back in its sheath, and then he rolled the body over and rifled it.

"Thank you!" Antea called, taking a few unsteady steps forward. "The gods bless you, sir!"

The stranger grunted, and then he froze, staring down at the corpse, his broad hands gone tight on the stranger's belt-purse.

Jedan bowed in gratitude, and when he straightened his golden eyes were shining. "We are ill-equipped to deal with bandits, so your rescue is greatly appreciated."

The man rose slowly from the body without taking anything from it, wiping clean hands against his thighs. He said curtly, "They're not bandits. They're constables."

Antea clutched her chest and stumbled back, the breath catching in her throat. That was impossible. These were just bandits, and they weren't in uniform, just like the others, except they had all looked exactly the same.

Reza swayed where she stood, too, but there was nothing soft or unsure in her voice when she snapped, "I told you. I told you they would kill you, too, for being stupid enough to walk beside me."

Antea found her voice and waved her arms. "No, you have to be wrong because none of this makes sense. We were being attacked by these people before we even met you."

Jedan stood like a statue at Antea's side, but he turned his head to meet her eyes. "That's true, but why?"

The stranger stormed towards them, seeming taller and taller with every foot of ground he crossed. "You!"

He was a handsome man in his forties, with an aquiline nose and heavy brows that were deeply furrowed, casting shadows over his piercing eyes. His muscular body was tense as if the wrong move would drive him to hack them all to pieces, and Antea couldn't think of what the right move was. She didn't want to be beheaded for something she didn't even understand.

Antea took a step back as he joined them, barely restraining herself from running all the way back to the soldiers' post alone. "Yes? You saved us. You're currently my favorite person."

The man loomed over them with a reddened face, his nostrils flaring, his hand clenched tight around the hilt of his sword. "I was a constable, and now you have forced me to kill my brothers! Which of you is the criminal they are hunting?"

Indignation startled Antea out of her fear, and she swept an arm towards the dead men. "Forced you? You chose to help! None of us even asked you!"

Jedan stepped in front of her. "None of us are criminals, sir. I am favored by the Lion Goddess, and if any of us were an unjust person, I would feel it in my heart."

The man narrowed his eyes and pushed into Jedan's personal space to point a sharp finger in his face. "Perhaps you're the criminal. I'm sure the favored can go bad. Anyone can."

Jedan didn't flinch or back away, and he sounded genuinely curious when he asked, "Have you ever heard of it happening?"

The stranger glowered and let his finger drop, but he stayed too close to Jedan, close enough to reach out and grab him by the throat, and thus too close to Antea. "No, but that doesn't mean anything. I told you, everyone can go bad."

Daring the stranger's wrath, Antea inched up around Jedan's shoulder, her hands squeezing his arm for comfort. "If that's true, then why don't you take a closer look at these constables here? They were going around out of uniform, attacking innocent travelers on the road, travelers who can't even defend themselves. If anyone's gone bad, it's them."

Great

Jedan led them on a winding path through the hills. Antea couldn't resist reaching out to brush her fingertips over the boulders and short cliff faces that they passed. The rock dragged roughly against her skin, and up close it sparkled gaily in the sun, flecked with thousands of specks of mica. Here and there, pines grew on the rocky hillsides, wedged in cracks that seemed unable to support them, their roots trailing down like vines. Sprays of tiny purple and red flowers grew out of smaller crevices in the rock, accompanied by delicate ferns the size of Antea's littlest finger. Their path wound towards the largest, steepest hill at the center of everything, which had a full-sized cliff on one side. And there, carved into the heart of the cliff, were the stairs. The steps were each twelve feet tall at least, their sides perfectly vertical. They marched back into the hillside, and at the top, cut deep into the marrow of the hill, was the gaping black mouth of a cave.

Reza came to an abrupt stop and gaped, letting her skirts drop to the dirt. "This is what you were looking for? A creepy giant stair? Who made that?"

"Someone a long time ago," Jedan said. "I can't sense the makers. They're dead."

Antea stood before the bottom of the stairs and stared upward, trying desperately not to remember anything. She did remember dropping down them -- and nearly dying in the process -- after she'd woken up alone. For once her brain didn't beat her to death with the information.

She turned back towards Jedan. "Do we have to go in? Can't you just read where he went from here?"

"If he had written it in a small cottage, and I stood outside, then yes, but this cave system of yours is too large."

"Well, how are we going to get up them?" Reza asked, her face screwed up in a frown. "Unless one of you can fly."

Vilsel strode the rest of the way to the stair and ran a hand over the rock. "We don't need to fly, Your Highness. The steps are roughed out, not smooth."

"Well, I didn't say an expert craftsman made them," Antea said, following after him reluctantly. Up close, the bottom step towered above her head, far beyond what she could dream of reaching even standing on tip-toe.

Vilsel grinned sharply and tapped the stone riser. "This rock's full of finger and footholds. I can climb this, no problem."

Antea eyed it again, searching for the way up that Vilsel had described and finding nothing. "Really? It looks like a big wall of stone to me."

"See these edges? And the pockets here?"

She stepped away, her stomach lurching at the thought of resting her whole weight on tiny irregularities in the rock. "You do what you do. At least the fall isn't far enough to kill you."

Jedan coughed. "Like the constable who fell off his horse?"

She winced. "Well..."

"I'll be fine," Vilsel said, and he slung his haversack securely across his shoulders and wedged a foot in a crack Antea hadn't even noticed. She watched, jaw open, as he scaled the wall like a spider, clinging to the littlest of ledges. In less than a minute, he was at the top and digging through his haversack.

Jedan tilted his head, his expression more curious than surprised. "You rock-climb, don't you?"

Vilsel smirked down at him as he pulled a long length of rope out of his bag and laid it, coiled like a snake, on the step beside him. "Everyone needs a hobby."

"You mean you come to hills like this just to climb up and down things?" Antea asked. "Why bother?"

"I climb mostly in the mountains near Drazen. Why? Because it's challenging, and it's fun. I don't need any other reason." He pulled an odd metal stake and, of all things, a hammer, out of his haversack.

"What's that for?"

"It's a piton, to secure the rope. Shut up." And he drove the stake into a crack in the stone with great clanging strikes of his hammer. A minute later, he tied a handful of fat knots in the rope and threw it off the ledge, sending it slithering down the side of the step. "Reza, take those rings off. You can't climb with them. Antea, you go first. Just grab on, and climb from knot to knot."

"All right," she said. "I'll try not to have convulsions halfway up."

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[gotstabbedbyapen]

Here's a Hades x Persephone short story I wrote on AO3, based on a Tumblr prompt!

Writing prompt on Tumblr (by @creativepromptsforwriting): The tone of his voice was almost soft, with the intent to appear calm. But she could hear the underlying threat very clearly.

Warning: This story covers the aftermath of an abduction and the depiction of unhealthy relationships. Viewer discretion is advised.

Sorry if I burst your “couple goals” bubble but in this house we love problematic Hades/Persephone, or at least problematic when they first meet.

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Hades doesn't have time to react when Persephone promptly pulls back the horsetail of his helmet, taking the headwear off completely. He only tilted his head just enough to see a flash of metal before the sharp blade of a sickle slashes his face and a swift kick in the stomach sends him off the chariot.

Persephone is quick to jump off the other side of the chariot now that she is free from the brutal grip of her captor.

“Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?!!”

She pants heavily, her face whitens from the aftermath of shock and horror, and her hair and dress are a mess after the violent abduction. She stands in a defensive position not far from the God of the Dead, ready to fight back anytime.

As the god got back to his feet, he raises a hand to touch his face. Tint-gold ichor ran in streams along the sharp feature of Hades and stained his beard. Thanks to the super healing power only the deathless ones possess, the gushing wound on his face - stretching from mere inches underneath his right eye to the left corner of his mouth - makes quick work of sealing itself up.

Persephone frantically clutches onto her ichor-coated sickle when she sees the injury she'd cast on him had disappeared without a trace. She forgot gods can heal themselves faster than other creatures.

Nonetheless, the goddess manages to swallow back the rising fear and hisses at Hades, “Take one more step,” she hostilely holds up the sickle, “And you'll know the torment of Ouranos when he is sliced by Kronos.”

Opposed to her acidic attitude, the older god seems to be underreacting from the assault. He has a look almost disinterested, “You dare to injure the king of the Dead?”

The tone of his voice was almost soft, with the intent to appear calm. But she could hear the underlying threat very clearly. She had indeed committed a crime against a king god, but she could care less about rules and respect.

Persephone bares her teeth in retort, “And you dare to abduct a daughter of an Olympian!”

Hades lightly chuckles at her response as if it was a joke to him - as if she was a joke to him, “Zeus is happy to give you to me, I don't think I've violated any customary rules.”

Customary rules are only an excuse. Persephone knows exactly what he wants from her. She had seen it before, what happened to women and nymphs who caught the attention of Zeus and Poseidon. But she is having none of that. She isn't going to let this entitled god thinks he can do whatever he wants with her.

“Don't you even think about it!”

“And what would you do, Goddess? You are in my realm. It wouldn't be wise to harm your host now, would it?” Hades reminds her.

“Quit with that xenia bullshit,” Persephone gnarls, “You took me here by force, it's not my responsibility to please you.”

Hades squinted his eyes. He doesn't take her responses as disrespectful in the slightest, even marveling at the unexpected side of someone well-known to be gentle.

“Such feral from a goddess like you. Interesting,” the god has a smirk full of interest, which makes the goddess shiver down her spine.

That wrinkly old bastard- She should have gushed his goddamn mouth in the first place.

[emisue-khaleesi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLA🐞👑🌈💖

✨25✨

Dear Ella,

Happy Birthday! I hope you enjoy your day today and just full with love and happiness! So I WISH TO YOU THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER because you deserve the entire world! 25 YAAYY!🐞 We saw you growth and we grow with you! We watched you grow and glow and since i met you, you became in my inspiration..and i have no words to describe how much you mean for me and how much you did for me, but you are our inspiration that reason that we have to keep standing! We fall in love with you and with the person you are, how cool talented and beautiful you are, thank you for being the best role model and Idol ever! We would choose you over anyone, anytime, anyplace! We love you with all of our hearts and soul, Idol forever and ever, you are the best mirror where we can look up! Ella -Forevermore!

I'm so proud to call me your fan, to call me a BUG! Thanks for always hold us, taking such good care of us and being the best inspiration! YOU ARE A LIGHT IN THIS WORLD! LOVE YOU FOREVERMORE! I could spent the whole day writing a lot of thanks to you.. so Thanks for literally everything: You are pure magic and a sunshine and all of the good things in human form. Your talent, your music (Triptych Supremacy! It sabes me everyday)..Thanks for the way you are, you are a fascinating and inspiring person; glorious, extraodinary and beautiful. I Just can't express with words How much i love you and How much grateful I am for you, because We truly stan the correct Queen, the only one who always make support and make the world a better place to live in, thanks to you the world is worth it 'cause you truly make the difference! The world need more people like you, you are the most precious and beautiful human being on the entire universe! Ella you are of a purity that I wonder what the hell has humanity done to deserve you..and unfortunately it is a question that there is no answer; so have you in the world that’s all we need because you are the best Inspiration ever!

Ella thanks for your characters Anna, Cressida, Alex, Kat, Dana, Alice x 2, Ellie..and of course for Sue! Sue -Forevermore, we have all grown and liberated thanks to her, just thanks for make with us the BEST journey ever througth your Sue!🛐Thanks, You're always a sunshine, a Light, Beautiful, Wonderful, Funny, multi Talented, Self -opened, Strong, Cat Lover, Brave, Inspirational, Queer Icon, Magic, Art, Poetry, a Genius, Empowered...And It feels the best to stan and support someone who just connects with what you are, and nothing can compare to that! It' something so special and beyond, because you make us strongers and happiers everyday; because thanks to you, you freed us, allowed us to be our happiest, queerest, free-es, loveliest self and empowered! Thanks to this We are not repressed and afraid anymore, We are stepping into what we want for our life, queerness, freedom.. into what we want for ourselves and allowing ourselves to be who we want to be and love who we want to love. And all of this things are so important and We have reach them only thanks to you! Thank you dear Ella, for every solace! You always light up our entire world and make the difference! WE ARE THE MOST PROUD OF YOU! VERY IN LOVE AND VERY IN AWE WITH YOU!

On another hand I also have to make a special mention to thank you for the whole Closer experience, the person who said "never meet your heroes" didn't have the pleasure to meet you! Literally the sweetest human being ever & the best inspiration! And living your theatre debut as Alice Ayres in Closer will be always Iconic and indescribable, you are a goddess Theatre, literally Queen of all the disciplines!

Thank you Queen Bug! We are still shaking and fainting *Proudests and happiests* ! What an indescribable feelings... I'm still without believing it and I have no words to describe the experience and all the feelings.. just THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING! Thank you for letting us be part of your dream and made possible ours. My twin sis and me saw you on August 12 & 13 (last day of the show omg) and we went from Spain to London just to see you and seeing you shine and steal the stage in your performance and seeing you after the show at the bar has been the best experience you could have given us! We will never forget it and being a part of it makes us feel completely fulfilled Forevermore! Really, we are truly infinitely glad to have had the bless to see you and meet you after shows; so proud and happy to had be able to enjoy your super talent on your stage theatre debut, your whole performance OMG what a trip of feelings and hear you singing in live and how you felt the songs and how you made us feel everything you felt.. OMG your voice Is beyond and your act skills too! I'm still shaking, what a Dream! You are beyond talented! (a Super Star and a Theatre Goddess yas!)

DREAMS COME TRUE! Ella, your talent on stage and your soul off stage is truly beyond and I'm so proud to have been there supporting you in your theatre debut and showing our love and admiration because you deserve everything and more, thanks for make this experience possible! I can never be thankful enough! LOVE YOU FOREVERMORE! BUGS FOREVERMORE!

I mean.. also being able to enjoy your beautiful soul and love to us off stage and the fact that we had the opportunity to have show you our support, love, gratitude and admiration was everything because you truly deserve the whole world, you are the sweetest and best Icon ever! The fact that I met you and hugged you.. OMG I still without knowing how I survived and I'm still without believing it! Thanks for meet us twice after show in the bar, for your love, for the bond you make with every bug, for be like a friend, for make us feel special and comfortables, for every laught and little conversations, for your naturalness and precious soul, for *the matching moment*, thanks for your wonderful smile, for your shiny gaze.. the signs, pictures, *the silly selfie*, for your charm, for your hugs...*omgg those hugss* truly a safe place and the warmest hugs ever, pure Heaven and healing, best feeling ever.. *you are HOME* thanks for make true the best experience of our life and made real our biggest dream, you are truly the best Icon and Inspiration ever and the most beautiful human that ever existed! (+ I hope you enjoyed the gifts, the florence bouquet that we sent to you on July 30 '22 and the ones of the day we met: the typical spanish baked goods "sobaditos", the purple punk bracalet, the letters, the draw and the little bug teddy in the rainbow bag! And sorry for the weirdness and lack of speech, i was fainting and it was like I forgot my english and i knew that it was going to happen so i was even glader that i wrote to you the letter i gave you that night where i express all my feelings and admiration!)

I repeat DREAMS COME TRUE thanks to you Queen Bug! Thanks for shared your inexhaustible talent on stage and your beautiful soul off stage! We are going to miss so much Alice, our Cotton Candy Haired Goddess! Thanks for everything! We Will be forever in Heaven now after that whole experience, I Will never forget it, those two days, one at night and the other at noon, 12 & 13.08.22 BEST days of my life! Thanks again Ella, you are simply the most wonderful human ever, no one can compares to you! You are the best ever and i'm so proud, happy & grateful for having been able to be with you in your theatre debut supporting you and showing my love, gratefulness and admiration to you, that is all I needed to make you feel all of that love... Gosh! I'm still without believing It! What a dream, seeing you twice and one of them in your last day of show and to be able to meet you twice too and hug you four times in two days OMG best feeling ever, most beautiful hugs ever..i got healed.. that warm...a Home a Safe place..Heaven! I say thanks again for make it possible Queen Bug! You are best person in the world, the sweetest, specialest, uniquest, the most charming and beautiful, the best inspiration and Icon, all the good things in human form, an angel and the best Idol ever, thanks for everything! DREAMS COME TRUE..but It was better than in my dreams, I'll be forever happy and in Heaven now! Thanks Ella for everything, for make this experience possible and for be the best Queen ever! I Will never can be as much grateful as you deserve! Being a Bug and having you as an Inspiration is truly the best thing ever! YAS! Dreams come true thanks to you Ella! Bugs Forevermore! Love you Forevermore!

Again: WE PRAISE FOR ELLA HUNT SUPREMACY! YAS!Thank you for being who you are and for the light you bring to this world: You can light up the darkest places! You have the biggest heart in the universe and you make the world a safer place for all of us! THANKS ONE MORE TIME! LOVE YOU! BUGS FOREVERMORE! THANKS THANKS THANKS! Words can't describe how much you mean to us and how much you inspire us! So I'm so glad that on this letter you could feel all of this! YOUR BUGS ARE HERE FOR YOU FOREVERMORE! HAPPY 25 BIRTHDAY! You deserve the entire world Ella Ella!🐞🌈👑

>And all the good things are about to still coming and we Will be always here for cheer you Up and for still supporting you! *We can't wait for what is coming and I can't wait to see you in Horizon and the success you are going to achieve because you are going to kill It like everything you do AAAH* HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN BUG!<

From Patricia.

+Celebrating @EllaHunt 25 birthday with these custom Alice-Ella funkos, (by me & my sister) 'cause going to see u in Closer was the best experience of our lives! Dreams Come True! Thaks for made It possible #Closer 12 & 13, 08, 22 DREAMS COME TRUE ✨ You are the best, an angel, the best Idol & Inspiration ever & you deserve everything! Love u Forevermore, Bugs Forevermore! Now Ill be Happy & in Heaven always! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLA!🐞👑🌈💖

[babeydollx]

Special Reward {Katherine Pierce}

Warnings: cursing, oral sex, fingering, mommy kink

Pairings: Katherine Pierce x Female Human Reader

Summary: after you did what your girlfriend Katherine asked you to do, she decides to give you a 'special reward.'

Word Count: 1036 words

a/n: this was a request.

You walked inside with Katherine. The two of you had just gotten home from doing some plans. Of course they were plans against Elena and the Salvatore's. You felt bad for doing it towards the Salvatore's sometimes but you didn't feel bad at all for Elena. He toyed with them all the time.

"Well pretty girl, you did good work today." Katherine said with a smirk.

"Thank you.." You giggled a little. You were pretty innocent compared to Katherine. She has taught you basically everything you know sexually. She was a goddess in bed too. You couldn't see how anyone could leave her, you were basically addicted.

"Well, since my baby girl did so good today... I think you deserve a special reward." She said.

"Special reward?" You asked.

"Mhm." She nodded with a little smirk.

"Like what kind of special reward, and why are you smirking?" You asked and corked a brow.

"Oh no reason.. just that.. while we have been doing this all day, mommy has been hungry all day. How about this.. if you feed mommy some of your blood, then you can get a special reward." Katherine said.

"Okay." You nodded. You gave your wrist to her. Anytime Katherine asked you to feed, you never hesitated to let her. You loved her and you would do anything for her. Plus she would never hurt you, and she always made sure not to take too much blood.

Katherine grabbed your wrist and sunk her fangs into your skin, trying her best to be gentle with you. You winced when she did so and pet her head as she fed on your blood. She fed for a minute or two then took her mouth away from your wrist.

"Thank you pretty girl." She said cleaning the blood off her mouth then kissed you. You smiled into the kiss and she wrapped her arms around your waist. Katherine was your everything, you didn't know what you would do without her.

"Now, pretty girl. It's time for your special reward." She said smirking.

"Okay but what is it?" You giggled.

"Well.. you'll see." She smirked. You corked your brow confused. "Stop questioning everything baby girl. You'll love it." Katherine said.

You were just in a dress. Katherine walked over and grabbed the bottom of your dress.

"Arms up." She said. You did as she asked and raised your arms up. She pulled your dress off and tossed it somewhere on the floor. You were now just in a white matching lacy bra and thong. Kathrine took a step back studying you. You were wearing her favorite set on you.

"You're so fucking beautiful." She said. You bit your lip and looked away blushing. She always knew how to compliment you and make you blush and she loved to do it. She walked back over to you and gently pushed you onto her princess style bed. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

She spread your legs and you could already see how wet you were through your thong. Katherine saw and smirked.

"You're already so wet for me pretty girl." She said smirking. You blushed from embarrassment and closed your legs. She giggled a little seeing how embarrassed that made you and she gently grabbed your legs spreading them again.

"Don't close those pretty legs on me princess. There is no reason to be embarrassed, that's hot baby girl." She smirked. She crawled onto the bed and got herself positioned between your legs. She began to trail wet kisses up your thigh making you squirm around.

She loved it when you squirmed under her touch. It was a turn on for her. You tried to push her head to your core but she stopped you.

"Be patient princess." She said with a smirk. You whined.

"But what if I don't want to be patient?" You asked.

"Then mommy would have to punish you. Do you want mommy to do that?" She asked.

"I just want you to do something already." You whimpered.

"Well if you want me to then you will wait like a good girl for me, ok?" She asked. You nodded. Katherine continued to kiss up your thighs making you whimper. She finally got to the place you wanted her the most.

Katherine hooked her finger under your thong and pulled it off revealing your wet center. She licked her lips seeing how wet you were. She took her finger and teased your entrance with her finger making you whimper.

She then dived in and licked a long strip up your folds making you shiver with pleasure. She smirked and opened your folds. Then she dived in, sucking on your clit. You gasped and moaned out putting your hands through her hair and gently tugging.

Katherine slid a finger into your soaking core. You moaned out more and she smirked watching you react to her fucking you with her finger.

"That's it princess, moan for mommy. You're such a good girl." She cooed. You threw your head back when she slid a second finger into you. She then put her mouth back on your bud sucking it and gently biting it. She thrusted her fingers into you faster making you arch your back.

"I- fuck I'm close!" You moaned out loudly. You clenched around her fingers.

"That's it princess, come on, cum for mommy." She said. With that your eyes rolled back and you came hard on her fingers. She thrusted her fingers into you, slowing down. She finally pulled her fingers out of your now sensitive core and sucked your juices off her fingers.

She got off the bed and smirked. You were laying there in just your bra catching your breath. You fucking loved every second of that.

"I hope you loved your special reward pretty girl." She said with a smirk and winked at you.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this story! feel free to request!

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a "summer" drabble with Bruce Wayne x Reader? Summer Idea Prompt: going on a cruise.

a/n: BRUUCE!!! YESSSS..I picked the animated Bruce if you don't mind...but if you'd like me to use another bruce then you are more than welcomed to seen another request for him with the one you want.

So Batmom here

"I can't believe I'm actually going on a cruise!." You were beyond excited. Bruce had taken you on trips before, the man loved to spoil you but he had never known you haven't been on a cruise.

"You're adorable you....you know that right?"

Stepping behind you, Bruce let his arms wrap around your wist. Placing a kiss to your shoulder he loved seeing you happy, after all you did for him and the rest of the family you deserved a break.

Grinning you pushed away from the railing giving him a small kiss. "I love you! have I told you that yet?"

"Nearly every day darling."

Grinning you pulled back then grabbed his hand weaving your fingers through his own, chuckling Bruce pulled you close to his side instead letting his arm wrap around your waist, his fingers clutching the fabric of your dress. “Now let’s go check out our room.

Nodding your head quickly you kept the smile on your face as you looked around the ship. You couldn’t contain your enthusiasm and Bruce thought it was adorable seeing you look around the ship in amazement. Leaning into his arm Bruce tugged you into the elevator. 

“Ohhhh we gonna make out.”

Glancing over his shoulder Bruce let out a small chuckle as he pressed his lips into yours. Giving your lip a small nip he then let his tongue slide over yours as his fingers moved under your dress. Breaking the kiss he let his fingers play with the summer dress. “We can if you like.”

About to kiss him again you didn’t even realize that the man pressed the elevators button to he top of the ship where the suits were held. Hearing the ding you quickly broke the kiss with Bruce chuckling under his breath as he grabbed your hand. Leaving the elevator he walked you towards where the room was. Once he opened the door you let out gasp seeing out large the room was. Grinning you quickly ducked into the bedroom, letting out a squeal you rushed and jumped on the bed letting out a groan. “Its so comfy.”

Leaning against the door frame, Bruce let a smile tug at the corner of his lips. “Having fun?”

“I want this bed.”

“We have a bed.”

“But this one is more comfy.” Sitting up you smiled patting a spot next to you. Shaking his head Bruce kicked off his shows then walked towards you, sitting on the bed he blinked a few times then sighed smiling. “You’re right...I’ll have to see what they have and I’ll get us one.”

Humming you sat up kissing his cheek. “You’re amazing...now lets going swimming!.”

Sighing Bruce titled his head watching you slide the dress off your body, he couldn’t tare his gaze away from you, god you were so beautiful, you were perfect in his eyes, he’d love to take you right now, you’d could go swimming anytime.

“Well how do I look?” Placing a hand on your hips you gave him a twirl smiling though you let your fingers clutch the straps seeing his heated gaze.

“Breath taking...like always...seem’s to me I married a goddess.” You felt Bruce’s fingers run up your thigh.

Shaking your head you grasped Bruce’s chin. “I want to go swimming.”

Dropping his shoulders Bruce gave you a crooked smile pressing a kiss to your head then slipped into the bathroom to change. Waiting for him you started to rock back and forth on your heels but once you heard the door open you let out a small laugh. “Black Bruce...really...I’m gonna have to find you something more colorful when the ship docks.”

“Hmp.”

Grabbing his hand you tugged him out of the room and towards one of the pools, you couldn’t wait to spend some time alone with your husband, you knew that Bruce deserved this.

[loliwrites]

So here's something I've been thinking about since your last fic...

Maybe ,once addi gives birth, Alex stops calling her "kid" because now in his eyes she's just a beautiful goddess of a mother 💪 and it just doesn't feel right for him to keep calling her that. And maybe addi notices it and asks him about it and he's all cute and alex-like!!!!

(Not to say that women are strong and worthy only when they become mothers. It's not motherhood that makes a strong, powerful woman 💖)

I'm so late to the game with this one that there's a couple fics you could be referencing, but immediately this idea makes me think of this one and this idea that she was obviously a women pre-children. A child isn't the determining factor to womanhood. And he obviously realized she wasn't actually a kid before... but there's this pull in his mind of like... this woman brought life into the world and maybe he thinks calling her "kid" is almost belittling or demeaning the act of life-giving she just committed. And he probably tries to alter his behavior without having a conversation about it, right?

Like he's in the kitchen one morning, staring at the pour-over, trying to stare alertness into himself. Their little nugget is a modern day Gandhi... only he's not giving up food, he's on a sleep strike. Even with the alternating of who's going to check on him, it's impossible to fall into a deep sleep when the person next to you is jostling the mattress. He knows Addi's getting the worse end of it. She's not been able to pump yet so anytime the kiddo needs a feeding, it's all mama.

So Alex is staring at the slow and steady drip, drip, drip of the coffee, and he can hear Addi cooing to their nugget from the bedroom. Pretty soon, that cooing grows louder and with a look over his shoulder, he sees her walking toward him with the tiny babe in her arms.

"I've got coffee going, k--" he chokes on the rest of that and brings himself to silence. Within a beat, he adjusts, "Addi."

Her eyes flick up like a deer in headlights; worry written all over her face. She's not quite sure what's going on and when he looks back at her, presumably for a response, she lifts the kiddo up and props him against her shoulder. "Are you angry with me?"

Alex's face scrunches to confusion, "what? No,"

"Why'd you use my name?"

"What?" He scrubs his hand over his face.

"You called me Addi,"

He turns back toward the pour-over, wishing it'd go a little faster so he could fill his mouth with coffee to keep himself from talking. "That's your name,"

She takes a couple steps closer, "but you never call me that unless you're upset."

"I'm not upset, ki-- I'm not upset."

And that... our girl is a smart cookie and she picks up on the assumed issue. She looks down at their nugget, "no more kid?"

Alex glances back over his shoulder, and shit, if she didn't look absolutely gorgeous standing there in the morning sunlight. "You're not a kid,"

"I wasn't one when you were calling me it either,"

Touche. He knows it. But how can he explain it to her? Relative to him, she was a kid. And now, relative to her, there is a kid. A baby. Thankfully he doesn't have to explain in this moment as he hears... or rather hears the lack of drips into the pour-over. He swiftly pours himself a cup and slides her cup closer to fill it up.

"I'm gonna have to feed him soon, so..."

Alex pauses, then places her cup back in the cabinet. When he turns back to her, his own coffee in hand, he can tell she looks a little hurt by the happenings of the past few minutes. He wants to say something but he's not too sure his brain can formulate the sentence in the correct way that's going to get to the core of why he's thinking and feeling this way.

"I like kid. It's a big part of our relationship. Back when we were only each other's in a professional sense... when we were only friends and still the only people we could rely on... when we were hiding our lives from the world so we could be together. I like kid because it feels like home. It feels like you. It feels like it's just us and we're doing this thing and figuring it out as we go. Because, Al, that feeling's going to be the thing that keeps us together when we're falling apart." She looks up at him, realizing she hasn't been, and lifts her eyebrows to urge a round of tears away. To be honest, she wasn't expecting to wake up this morning and find their relationship changed. "But if you can't, then... that's fine, too."

If it were possible to physically see someone's heart breaking, Alex would've believed it was happening in front of his very eyes. Before she can turn away, he sets down his coffee up and reaches out for her, "hey." Waiting for her to return his eye contact, he grins softly, "I really love you."

She presses a smile, "I know. I love you, too."

As she leaves the kitchen, heading back for the bedroom and cheerfully cooing to the now fussy nugget, Alex takes a deep breath. "Hey," then with slight hesitation, "kid."

She flicks her head around with anticipatory vigor.

A fleeting smile passes over his face. "Give me a little time? I don't want to lose that feeling either,"

She nods, hopeful and simultaneously trying not to see too excited, "take all the time you need. I'll be around,"

[thedumbguywithaheart43]

A spark of hope

chapter 5 story 1

1.Sparks walked with spike to his home. The big ass castle in town. Say what you will about royalty they knew how to do the place up. Still it was far deeper in town then sparks wanted to go.

2. But after everything they had went through to get him his first kill Sparks assumed it would be fitting to at least accompany his little protege. Even if Spike was now about his height."you know your family is going to freak when you come home twice your original height."

3. Spike started laughing."well it was totally worth it. Although I'm sure I'm going to get a lot of studying done on me. Twilight's going to take every chance to record every little change of me right when I get inside."Sparks Patted him on the shoulder."Hey no matter what though they're your family I'm sure they'll be thrilled to see the changes. All part of growing up right."

4. Spike just gave a simple nod. "Thanks for walking me home it was nice to have someone to talk to about all this."Sparks just smiled as he turned away."Anytime kiddo."Spike then reached for the doorknob only for the door to swing open suddenly and six Mares to immediately surround him.

5. Six very pissed off Mares. Actually make that five pissed off mares and Fluttershy who looked like she just wanted to go home."SPIKE! Why the bucking hell have you been sneaking to the everfree!"Spikes eyes widened. They knew. This also got Sparks attention as he stopped in his tracks to look behind him.

7."Fluttershy told me she saw you hunting! You were eating meat! Why the hell were you eating meat!"Spike wanted to answer but he was too paralyzed by The many eyes around him.

8. The girls themselves on the other hand were very uncomfortable. They all came out to speak to spike but right now this felt like more of a conversation between him and his guardian. Right now they were just there to watch. Maybe that's what Twilight wanted.

9. Sparks also watched only he was resisting the urge to jump in. Twilight then begin her rant once more after a short breather."do you have any idea what ponies would think if they saw that! What if someone else found out about this! For all we knew there could have been an angry mod coming to take you away! And I've been worrying every single night!"

10. Spike was now taking a step back lowering himself below twilight's eye line looking straight up at her as he did."I swear spike you gave me a heart attack! Do you have any idea how worried I was I thought you could be in danger an turns out you could have been!"Twilight herself look like she was on the verge of tears but her anger persisted as she walked towards spike."Im so angry spike I'm very disappo..."Twilight never finished her sentence.

11. Her view was now blocked from spike. Because Sparks quicker than anyone had registered got right in between the two and he was pissed. He also abandon his hood letting the garment fall to the ground behind him.

12. Before everyone stood a jet black Pegasus stallion. Just a little shorter than Big Mac. He had a bone white short mane with a few strands poking out. And a tail to match. His wings were also slightly larger than the average Pegasus. Solid black with white tips. They were also bound with what seemed to be large bands making it impossible for him to fly.

13. Still that didn't stop him from putting himself between the angry princess and the Dragon. And at a speed that even rainbow Dash would be impressed with if she wasn't absolutely stunned by the display that was happening.

14."Don't you fuckin dare talk to spike like that!"Twilight was lost for words as the stallion glared at her."I don't give a shit if you're the princess of Equestria or the fucking goddess of the world itself! You wanna be pissed that spike was following his nature you can deal. With. Me."

15. At this point rainbow Dash had moved with applejack to either side of Twilight. Not yet ready to barge in but they're to protect their friend."How dare you talk to me that way I'm looking out for his best interest!" She snarled back. But despite her words she felt an instant sense of dread as if the back of his eyes were turning into small storms.

16."you're not looking out for his best interest you're looking out for the best interest of ponies! I have no doubt in my mind that you truly love your dragon but you don't seem to understand anything about his biology what you were doing to him could have killed him in the future!"everyone took a sharp gasp even Spike.

17."wha-what?"Once again Twilight without a loss for words."A gem only diet is incredibly dangerous for a dragon to do long-term! You don't know how many countless dragons I saw in the dragonlands who only ever ate gems die at the hands of a larger predator because their bodies hadn't grown the strength necessary to defend themselves. Without a larger frame and harder scales there's no doubt in my mind that if Spike were to ever go out of pony care he would be killed!"

18. Twilight now took her own step back."Spike is 17 years old! And I could only tell that because the fact that he has a wings and guess why that is."Twilight could barely get the words out."H-he wasn't eating m-meat."she now felt herself pressed up against the door as her friend stood around sparks. Ready to pounce.

19. Sparks then notice the terror in her eyes. He wanted to protect spike to defend him but. He didn't come there to make pretty mares cry. And admittedly this one was a princess as well.

20. Additionally he also noticed the dark clouds forming around them and a heavy wind starting to blow. He took a deep breath and spoke."look I-im sorry. I've got a bit of an issue with my temper I just couldn't stand by and hear you say those things to someone you care about. Your a pony who took in a dragon that's more than I can say for a lot of folks."

22. He could now also see the mares around him but he showed little concern. He then took several steps back giving the mare a chance to breathe."I uh wow um I'm not wearing my cloak uuuh."There was a slight blush on his face as he realized everyone was staring at him. Although luckily everyone seem to have taken a deep breath when he backed away.

23. Twilight then started to stand up again taking more deep breaths as she stared at stallion in front of her and her fear quickly turned to curiosity."How do you know so much about dragons?"Sparks seemed almost surprised when she asked."oh uh I spent about the last 6 years or so living in and around the dragon lands I got to witness the lives of many dragons."

24. He was given a few looks of what the fuck by the mares all though he could hardly blame them."look I truly don't mean to intrude on the way you're teaching him but I don't think anyone else around here or anywhere for that matter knows more about dragons. So I did what I thought was right and taught him what I could and I would like to keep teaching but I cannot blame you if you forbid him from speaking with me again."Twilight stood up examining the stallion.

25. She noticed things about him things she wasn't sure if anyone else could. He had an ungodly amount of bags under his eyes as if he hasn't slept in weeks. He had a light scars barely visible through his fur all around his face and hooves. Most probably would never see them as they blended nearly perfectly with his black coat. Most importantly she noticed the eyes.

26. They were eyes that showed nothing but caring. Whoever the stranger was had taken a liking to spike an the way spike was currently hiding behind him. she knew what she had to do. Twilight spoke "could you please come inside I would like to talk some for spikes sake."

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Don't Leave Me This Way

Word count- It's a doozy at 3500

Warnings- language, oral sex (m!receiving), fingering, penetration (vaginal), angsty romance

A/N- After a decade together, Honey and Leon have come undone. But on the anniversary of the day their lives changed Leon decides to mend them. For @forenschik 💋  Part One

Part Two:

Leon wasn’t quite sure walking was the best choice. Lightning lit up the sky every few minutes, and Honey’s silence as they strolled at a leisurely pace worried him. He knew, if anything, she was contemplating what he had said about traveling.

After a block, she finally looked at him and took a sharp breath in. Then all she could exhale was the damn kids.

“We still need to decide about Sunny going to school! Can he control himself around other kids, or should he be homesch-”

“HONEYYY!” Leon let loose his familiar whine. He stood firm so that as she kept going he yanked her backwards. “Enough about the kids! I love them, but please. Can you even make it back home without talking about them for one bloody minute?!”

Honey turned to face Leon. She planted her fists on her hips. This was a move he had watched Selina make a hundred times, but thought she swiped it from Wonder Woman. Now he knew it was from the bad ass chick he lived with. His wife popped one hip out to the side and curved a brow.

“Is that a challenge, Kostas? Care to wager.”

“Whot? No. I suck at gambling.”

“Bingo! Whatever you’re going to say, if I win, I get to sleep with Klaus.”

It was as if she had been thinking about this for ages. Just waiting for an opportunity to ask her husband, or maybe bait him. Spurned on by the heat and mundanity she never believed would settle in her marriage.

Leon wouldn't bite. Not really. “Even if you win, that'll never happen. You'll take one look at the bloody stupid problematic tattoo on his stomach and get unnerved.”

“Whatever. Either way, top that bitch.” Honey only had a hint of seriousness in her voice. Her smile reached her eyes.

Leon made a huff noise and rolled his eyes. Like he was disgusted. He threw his arms up and shrugged. “If you lose, ANYTIME or ANYWHERE, no matter what is happening, when I ask? you've got to kiss me.”

“That's not a punishment. I kiss you all the time.”

“But do you really, love? A nice one before work or when we get home or before we go to sleep. I'm talking about deep, passionate kisses like we used to.”

Honey’s shoulders sagged. Here she was wagering a night with a knock off, literally, of her husband. And all he wanted was that fire they once had. Both of them worried it had become embers just begging to be stoked and lit ablaze again.

Honey held out her hand, “Deal.”

Leon took it and turned it over. He raised it up to his lips and kissed her wrist, “Deal.” His hand encompassed hers and they started to walk as the wind picked up. They, however, strolled leisurely down Mulberry Street.

Honey was rather quiet, and Leon smirked. His wife would rather keep her mouth shut than risk mentioning the kids if she opened it. He didn't mind talking about them, not really.

Leon joked to Johnny once that his “Littles” were like acid trips that had come to life. Except they needed emotional guidance. He was glad that they had at least a few more years until they had to explain Sunny didn't just resemble his father, but his mother had her suspicions.

“Leon, where have you gone off to?” Honey was snapping her fingers in his face. “I asked you why a week isn't enough to reset?”

“How often did your parents go on holiday without the six of you?”

Honey was silent for so long as they sauntered along that Leon thought she was either worried she would mention Selina and Sunny in her answer. But she was thinking and couldn't recall. She responded with, “It's more like WHEN did my parents go on vacation without the six of us.”

“Alright.”

“1969. Wait no. That was the holiday you paid for to see me. Oh.. I don't know!”

“Exactly. My parents never went away without us and then not alone until my dad got sick. I don't want to wait until it's our last holiday together. So we go home,” he put his arm around Honey's neck and pulled her close to kiss the top of her head, “and just close your eyes and pick.”

She let her hands enclose around his as it hung down over her chest. “And we go there.” Honey brought Leon's hand up to her mouth so her lips just brushed his knuckles.

Leon’s instincts took over when she let him go. He slid under the fabric of her dress between her breasts. His fingers traced a lazy circle over Honey's nipple then teased it pert.

He went around. Quicker. This time he pinched it gently. When her breath hitched, he did it a bit harder. His eyes on the people milling about the streets of Lower Manhattan. His touch never waned.

Honey looked up at her husband. She studied the way his lip curled a bit like Elvis. How his nose curved subtly to the left because of a youthful accident near Kensington Gardens.

“Never trust a boomerang. They bloody well do come back!” he declared one night during their first years together.

Present Honey let her nail trace over it, and snickered unexpectedly. She watched Leon's eyebrows meet in the middle with thoughts of what was on with his missus. His eyes shifted a sideways glance at her, but his lip turned outwards in the tiny pout that preceded a smile.

“Whot?!” he exclaimed when Honey retraced the old break. She giggled a little more. “I WAS SEVEN! I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS GONNA WORK!” Leon shouted. “Dad told me I ruined my Greek face with a Roman nose.”

Honey stopped dead and gasped. Her jaw fell open in feigned shock. “Excuse me!? Romans took the Greeks, and we made them better!”

Leon reached his hands down over his wife’s ass. Their bodies flush with each other so he could knead it. “You certainly made this Greek better.”

Honey raised up on her tiptoes (despite her four inch heels) to throw her arms around Leon's neck. He was taken aback when Honey did a little hop so her lips could meet. He lifted her off the ground while her mouth opened enough for him to slip her his tongue. Hers fought back.

Back and forth their tongues went while they kissed on Bleecker street across from the apothecary. A few cars drove passed and whistled. Honey let go enough to flip someone off. Leon laughed in her mouth.

His oxygen became hers, and Honey remembered what it had all been like. When was the last time she and Leon sparred with their mouths? Were desperate to be inside of each other?

She was the first to break the kiss. Back on the ground. She took Leon and led him off the street in a doorway to a shuttered bodega. Honey pushed him up against the brick wall then began undoing his dress pants. She delved in to grab his cock which easily hardened in her grip.

“Want a blow job?” she purred at him. Her touch stroked along his shaft.

“We're.. We're not that far from the flat. I.. can,” Leon moaned. He glanced down to see Honey lowering herself to her knees. “You'll ruin your dress.”

She had freed his cock to lick at the head. “I'll buy another.”

Honey took Leon completely in her mouth so that he hit the back of her throat. She gagged a little; his hips shuddered. He bucked and she created a vacuum with her mouth. She let go before letting the tip of her tongue run the length of his erection and around the tip. She looked up at him from where she knelt while spreading the foreskin to lick at the sensitive part inside.

“People know us around here,” Leon whined. His hold on the back of her head tightened and twisted up in her hair.

“Oh no! Local sexy Columbia professor gets sucked off by his goddess-like wife and East Village club owner.” Honey punctuated every few words with a swipe of her tongue on his cock. This was followed by soft sucking motions over the head and further down. “Wait until they find out we met making a porno.”

She stopped suddenly and stood to lead her husband back out onto the sidewalk towards home. Leon whimpered; Honey laughed. “Now that's for the restaurant! But you're right, a few more blocks and we're home. Then we're gonna fuck good and hard all over the flat.”

Leon picked up the pace.

----

Honey stumbled backwards into the stairwell up to their apartment. Leon invaded her space as he bent over to mesh his mouth with hers. He blindly fumbled for the zipper to her dress as she unbuttoned his shirt. He kicked his shoes off, then his pants and tugged the dress off his wife's body so she was naked in the foyer except for her wedged heels.

Honey took a step back to catch her breath. She pushed the shirt back off Leon's shoulders and kissed them. Once he stepped out of his boxers, she let her mouth hurry along his collarbone. She stopped only to nibble and bite at the base of his neck.

He sighed letting his hands run up and down her bare back. They settled where the small of her back curved inwards. Leon held her to his chest when Honey reciprocated.

Another instance lost to their busy schedule. Neither could remember the last time they embraced like this. Not just a hug. Luckily they were affectionate with each other if only in passing. But not like this. Just touching one another in their nakedness.

Leon backed Honey onto the stairs where he sat her down on his shirt. Like her dress, he could buy another. He just wanted a clean place for her to rest. He lifted her ankle thanking the gods her shoes had laces around it instead of those damnable straps even she had a hard time with.

Honey sat forward to stop him. “I want to leave them on.”

Leon frowned, “Whot?”

Honey laughed and got up to face him as she made her way up the steps. She bit her lip as he followed. The light in the well helps her see every inch of her partner.

The erection she created out on the street as it strained and twitched for her. His muscular arms couldn't quite catch her because she remained out of his reach the further up she climbed. His sly smile with the curved top lip. A smile that reached green eyes that transformed from indescribable colors to a shade darkened by desire.

Honey wasn't paying attention to the pile of troll dolls that were set up just outside their door. She was too busy squealing when Leon finally caught up to her. He growled and snapped his jaw at her thigh from a few feet down. She couldn't see anything but her 34 years flash across her eyes when she tripped and toppled and cried out.

“DAMMIT, SELINA!!”

Leon practically flew to snatch her up in his arms before she could properly fall. She had opened the door at least and instead of down the stairs they tumbled on to the front hallway floor. Leon cushioned her as best as he could when they landed.

“I told her if she left those creepy things out there someone was gonna get killed! OOOO!” Honey let out a frustrated scream.

“Are you alright?” Leon pretended to inspect his wife’s body. “No lumps?” He distracted her by capturing one of her breasts in his mouth while they laid side by side on the hardwood and throw-rug. He crawled on top of Honey and snuck a hand inside of her thighs. His fingers dove inside of her like back at the restaurant. “No bruises?”

Honey felt her sex throb. Her back arched with one leg thrown around Leon's waist. “If you finger fuck me harder, I'll forget all about it.”

Leon complied. He slid them easily in and out; she had grown so wet for him already. His wife twisted and dug her nails into his back. Her hips bucking now like his had outside.

“Your ego is going to bruise,” he said low in her ear.

“Whhhhyyyy?!” She replied in a high pitched moan.

“You mentioned our daughter before we got home.”

“WE WERE IN THE STAIRWELL!”

Leon rolled off of his wife and got to his feet. He helped her up and made like he was going to kiss her. Honey ducked out of his way. “We don't live out on those stairs do we?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “You lost, and I want my first snog.”

Honey dodged him once more and slithered out of his arms. “Cheeky bastard. That's cheating!” She moved towards the living room.

“That's not! It's called tactical. One again, WHO’S CIA TRAINED NOW?! NOW COME BACK HERE AND SNOG ME, WOMAN!”

“BUGGER OFF!” Honey screamed but launched into hysterical laughter as she gave chase through the apartment.

“Minx!” Leon shouted. He ran after her out on to the fire escape where she was out of his grasp once more.

He chased Honey to the roof. Once up there he looked around the garden they had built. Their own secret away from Manhattan created by the two of them, The Littles and Klaus. Ivy and wildflowers and a patch for vegetables and fruit. It wasn't much, but wildflowers always blossomed where they were planted and the bees that followed made honey tended to by his own sweet, sticky woman.

“Grazia, dove sei? Te voglio, ma donna selvaggia.” Leon called out to his wife in Italian. Then Greek: “Μου χρωστάς ένα φιλί”

Gracie, where are you? I want you, my wild woman. You owe me a kiss!

“Sono qui amore mio!” Honey called back from under the Bougainvillea covered arbor. “Say te voglio bene, Leo.” A nickname her father teased him with. “I want you always.”

“I DO want you. From the moment I saw you. Your hair was all plaited up around your head with this crown of daisies in your hair. Like Khloris, the goddess of flowers.”

Leon finally found Honey laying on the bench under the wooden structure. She was twisted at the waist with one leg curved, the other stretched out. She was propped up on her elbow. Her long black hair covered her breasts down to her sides almost. The rest of it splayed out on the seat.

He stood by her side now. “Now you're Aphrodite, aren't you?”

Leon let his touch trace over her olive skin curves. He studied her dark pubic hair between the softness of those curves. Brushed his fingers through it before sitting down next to her. He kissed the thickness of his wife’s hip.

Honey rolled on to her back. Her fingers in Leon's hair encouraged him to move his lips to her stomach and chest. He captured one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked till it hardened. Then he bit it gently until she cried out.

Leon laid on top of Honey. She drew his mouth to hers when he attempted to head back down her body. She craved the battle their tongues waged before. So they did.

Honey locked her ankles to Leon's hips and begged for him to push inside of her. She took the head of his cock to guide it inside of her slick entrance. “Please?” she beseeched.

Leon pushed up so he could look at her. “You don't want me to go down on you?”

“I do. Later. We can reenact that scene from our film debut. I just need you inside of me. I want to remember what we used to be like. Before we raised the moon and the sun and became mortal.”

Leon kissed Honey. Then again. And again. Small, quick, innocent kisses. He took her wrists and pinned them to the bench above her head. His free hand did with his cock what she had been doing moments before. He taunted her entrance with the first inch or so of his cock.

Honey pleaded for Leon to just do it already. He pressed his forehead in the crook of her neck just as he buried himself in her walls. “We are the pantheon wrapped up in human bodies. We will never be mortals.”

Honey cried out. She dragged her nails over Leon's shoulder blades as he lost himself up to the hilt with each thrust. The friction and movements grew steadily faster. Harder. Not quite violent, but their bodies crashed together repeatedly. As if the pain of Leon's pelvis slamming into Honey’s reminded them of who they are.

“Leon.. Stop,” Honey said breathlessly.

All movement ceased. “Am I hurting you?” he looked down at her apologetically.

She pushed the sweat soaked hair back from his forehead. The smell of sex and sweat and rain in the air coursed through Honey’s veins. She littered Leon's chest and neck with tiny pecks.

“No, I feel really good. I want to switch positions?”

The way she asked was almost sheepish. It made Leon smile as he pulled out of her and helped her up. Now he laid down so she could straddle him. The bench wasn't wide enough for her to kneel like she usually did, so Honey would quite literally treat Leon like a horse.

She positioned herself over his cock. Used the head to caress her slit. Honey watched Leon bite his entire bottom lip. His chest heaved with heavy breaths that only quickened when she finally sank down on to him. His fingers dug so deep into her curves, he was practically up to his first knuckle.

Honey found a pace that was slow and steady. She balanced herself with palms flat on her husband’s chest. She drove forward so that he filled her totally. Then back until only the head stayed inside. She thrust forward swift and vigorous until every inch was covered by her sex Honey felt herself pulsate around Leon.

She let herself be physically manipulated by her husband now. He rocked her back and forth until their rhythm was breakneck.

Neither of them realized the skies had opened up and it started to pour. The rain cascaded through the arbor on to them as they discovered each other on the bench in the middle of their own Garden of Eden.

And Honey understood as she arched her back and anchored herself on Leon's thighs. Her body was undulating with abandon. The two of them fucking; their bodies crashing together like the thunder. She understood what it meant to gain knowledge from the forbidden fruit.

Somewhere, in some ripple in time, or flip of the coin, she and Leon had been split in half. Honey was made from him. Pulled from his soul and fashioned for him. He had been taken from HER soul and fashioned for her. This was what she meant the night Selina had been born: their stolen pieces would always mend together in every generation.

He spilled into her, crying out her name. Her real name. She threw back her head and released a cry a few minutes later drowned out by the sound of a storm. They twitched and sighed and smiled in that lazy post orgasmic way.

Now they stood, Honey a bit off balance and giggling as Leon righted her. His hair a matted mess stuck to his face and neck which she tried desperately to manage. But he kissed her instead like the night they met and the night they fell in love. How they would kiss for the next fifty years.

“I think a hot bath is in order!” he bellowed over the noise.

For the second time that night, Honey couldn't resist.

Tag: @magic-multicolored-miracle @love-is-dirty-baby @a-ghoulish-tale @elliethesuperfruitlover @neuroticpuppy @nightmonsters @super-unpredictable98 @duck-noises @falloutby @vonkimmeren @bisexualnathanyoung @rob-private @maerenee930 @messengeronthemoon @frogs--are--bitches @firstpersonnarrator @feed-davis-and-steve

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ TWENTY ONE SECONDS ❜

Headcanon.

with Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes.

Request: As for the request, I am so tired my brain isn't even functioning to give you one. So instead, I'm just nudging you towards our bargain. Post-prison sex with Ez?

BY @ly--canthrope

Warnings: NSFW, smut and feels, the best combination.

Word count: about 1.2k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

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It's been a week since EZ came out from prison, passing the days by mostly sleeping and resting after eight long years with a firm schedule of tasks and activities.

You understand him, but you don't understand why he pushes you away anytime you try to go ahead.

Starting to think that maybe he used you to keep clinging to some kind of future out of jail, now he doesn't know how to break up with you after living together.

Anytime that he's not close, you can't help but cry disconsolately.

So you take your own decision.

Keeping the few things you have there into a small suitcase, you don't turn when you hear the door of the trailer getting opened.

“What are you doin'?” Angel asks confused, looking at your stuff over your shoulder.

“Leaving”. You just sob.

“Did my shitty brother… break up with you?”

“Not directly, but it seems what he wants to do, and doesn't know how. So I'm doing it for him”.

“Wait, wait, wait. The hell are you talking 'bout, querida?” Urging you to turn, he is trying to find an explanation.

“He just… pushes me away”.

“He is a prospect, he has to do a lot of shit”.

“Ain't talking about that, Angel. I know he has a job now, but… he… The last time EZ kissed me was two days ago. He doesn't touch me. He… waits for me to be asleep, to come to the bed. And… And… I don't know what I'm doing wrong”.

You can't help but collapsing into a bunch of tears. Angel hugs you tightly, stroking your hair as he tries to comfort you.

“Listen, just… give him some time. It's a big change. He's just… finding the way to deal with his new life, okay? But he really loves you, mami. A lot. You can't fake that shit”.

Ezekiel has heard you two.

But that night, he continues acting as always. Distant and silent.

You pretend that you don't hear him jerking himself off inside the bathroom, in the middle of the night, making you feel worse, insecure and unhappy.

Stepping out of the trailer, you light up a cig in your lips. Now, you know that he's not the problem, but you.

The next day when you come back from work, decided to talk with him, you accidentally listen to a conversation between the Reyes brothers.

“Man… she's a fucking goddess”.

“Thank you for the info, Angel, I ain't fucking blind”.

“Then what's the problem? No offense, but if she was my girlfriend… Jeez, I would be fucking her until my dick fell into pieces”.

“I am the problem”. EZ growls frustrated. “Eight fucking years in prison, without… having more fucking sex than using my fucking hand has broke… something inside me. I mean, I ca—I can't fucking last more than… twenty seconds”.

Silence inside the trailer, while you are freaking out outside.

“Okay, this is the first and the last time I'm gonna talk with you about sex... You should tell her”.

“For what? Angel, no matter how much she loves me, you need sex to make work a relationship. That… bullshit about being together is enough is… just bullshit”.

“Yeah, maybe it is bullshit, but she thinks that you want to break up with her”.

“I know, I… heard you last night… I don't wanna lose her, but… she doesn't deserve a man who can't please her”.

“You don't have to use only your cock. You know it, right, genius?”

“But it's not the fucking same, Angel. She will get tired. Finding someone bett—Fuck, I can't even breath thinking about it”.

That really breaks your heart.

Those words are making you feel devastated, knowing that it's not you.

You hide yourself when they come out of the trailer, starting to think about something.

And you wait awake for him, surprising your boyfriend who wasn't expecting it.

“Isn't too late?” He asks, trying to pretend that he's not nervous.

“I heard you talking with Angel”.

His heart jumps, gulping and putting his gaze away from you. Getting up from the bed, you walk towards him as soon as you discover that he's about to cry, ashamed.

“Zeke, lemme help you. Please…”

“I ca—I can't. I've been trying it… Shit, I've been reco—recording the fucking time”. That confession really melts your heart, leaning forward to kiss every tear on his cheeks. “I'm sorry… I swear that I'm trying… Don't leave me, ple—please… It will… It will work, I promise”.

You couldn't.

So, even if it sounds a little cold, you start to schedule your sexual encounters.

At the beginning, it's just about kisses. You two lie down on his bed, kissing for some minutes, until he cums in your hand.

The first time, he cries and tells you how sorry he is. But you don't care. It's okay for you, because you really want to help him. Not only for you, but for his insecurities that don't let him sleep.

Bit by bit, he feels a little more comfortable with the situation, aware that you're not going to break up with him just because he needs some patience.

After his first ride, being two days out of Santo Padre, EZ feels plenty. Ready to take another step ahead.

He knows how to use his hands with you, how to make you beg for him, how to make you stirr under his touches. He is lying by his right side, with his lips fixed on yours, drinking every gasp you utter. And his thick fingers hitting you. Until, to your surprise, he settles himself between your legs, without breaking the kiss. With a desperate slam, he digs his cock inside you, and you can swear to God that you have never felt this good. His pace is somewhat low, letting you mold your wet pussy around his hardness. Ezekiel's face is sunk in your neck, barely breathing, making the effort as your vocals become a little more loud.

“Oh, fuck, babe…” He mumbles. “You are so fucking warm… shit”.

“I'm… I'm gonna cum, EZ”.

“Fuck… yes, babe…” You can notice the proud tone hidden in his moans, speeding up every move he does rocking his hips.

You're close. Too close. Letting yourself go when you can't handle it no more. With your hands nailed on the back of his head, you can't help but cry out his name. The mix of feelings inside you is indescribable, closing your eyes strongly with a bunch of gasps stuck in your throat.

“Can I… Can I come inside you?” He whispers with a trembling tone of voice.

You don't need to say a single word, catching his lips between yours and surrounding his waist with one leg to push him deeper. Some furious thrusts after, he fills you up with a delighted howl flooding the trailer. The heat is wrapping your bodies, almost sweating while your sleepy tongues try to fight the other.

Hearing him laugh again is the best thing that could ever happen to you, hugging you excited because he finally felt like he was really pleasing you.

[yesiamreallyanangel]

You're not an angel, you're a goddess. And you can step on me anytime you wish to.

Ohh really 😈

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Two Gods, One Braincell Ch.4 Goddesses Do Not Hesitate

Summary:

Bold of you to assume I won't love you.

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"I love you," Kagami stated simply.

"R-really!?" Adrien's cheeks reddened as he stumbled over his words.

"Yes." Kagami waited for a moment. "Oh, am I supposed to elaborate?"

"I mean, it wouldn't hurt!"

"You have always taken your role seriously," Kagami began, Adrien's nervousness ebbing as she continued in her honest, matter-of-fact tone. "If through your intervention a single mortal can be protected you do so. Regardless of what the council says about treading lightly in the lower world. You have nothing but praise for me when my storms out thunder your own. When Mother brought me to the court of heaven for the first time it was you who befriended me. Despite my obnoxious attitude."

"I didn't think you were obnoxious," Adrien said softly.

Although it made her wish to knock some sense into her younger self Kagami smiled at the memory. "I declared myself the equal of any swordsman in heaven. Masters millennia my seniors."

"I seem to remember you knocked a certain 'master' on his back that day." Adrien hadn't gone easy on her either. Kagami's confidence demanded to be met with his best.

"See? Even in defeat you have nothing but praise. Taking joy in your friends' victories as though they were your own."

"Isn't that what friends do?" Adrien was pretty sure it was. Nino said so and, as a god of 'platonic bonds', he should know.

"But you make it look so effortless." Kagami herself still struggled to separate the desire to win from her pride in her friends. It was, as Marinette says, a learning process.

Rubbing the back of his head Adrien smiled ruefully. "Effortless? That's what I see when I look at you. How you go after what you want without hesitating. The way you're always honest, even when it's not what the other god wants to hear. And I'm not the only one that protects mortals so vehemently, Kagami."

Feeling heat rise across her cheeks Kagami stepped into Adrien's space. "You really think so highly of me?"

Adrien quirked his eyebrows in puzzlement, taking her hands in his. "Of course. Don't I tell you every day how amazing you are?"

"Right, yes, it's just..." Kagami floated up and pecked the taller god lightly on the lips. "Different this time."

A bunch of emotions flickered through Adrien's eyes as he stared at her. Then a silly grin bloomed across his face as Adrien bent down for a longer, softer kiss.

Sparks arced between them as the air filled with the scent of lightning. Dipping Adrien suddenly, Kagami deepened the kiss. Thunder booming in the distance.

Gasping for breath, Adrien looked up at Kagami from his place in her strong arms. "No fair! I wanted to do that!"

Kagami leaned in until their noses almost touched. "What's stopping you?"

With a smirk Adrien switched their positions. Kagami's eyes widening at the sudden shift. The wind picked up, swirling around them.

Lifting her upright Adrien broke the kiss and held her to his chest. Warmth filled Kagami as she felt his heartbeat under her hands.

A happy squeal brought them back to the present. Alya cleared her throat but didn't bother masking her giddiness. The others were much closer than Kagami remembered leaving them. Not that she had bothered with an actually private confession. 

"I knew it!" Alya grabbed Nino and shook him. "I knew it!"

Weathering Alya's enthusiasm admirably, Nino gave two thumbs up.

Marinette was peaking through her fingers, face bright red from the intensity of Adrien and Kagami's passion. "Kagami, Adrien, I'm happy for you. But if y'all could not manifest a hurricane in the middle of a continent that would be great!"

Kagami felt Adrien's embarrassment mirror her own. "I thought you were a love goddess?"

"I enjoy bringing couples together," Marinette recited as though she was often asked the same thing. "I have no interest in... the other stuff."

Before Kagami could spontaneously combust, Kim dropped in. Literally, he jumped off his cloud and landed in the middle. "Got 'em!" he announced, raising a barrel small enough to fit in his palm.

A gleam entered Adrien's eye. "Monkeys in a barrel?"

"You know it!" Kim high-fived Adrien before noticing how his other arm wrapped around Kagami. "Did you gods get together? That's great! You gonna combine domains like Alya and Nino?"

"God, that's personal!" Nino chastised. "They have to talk about it before-"

"No, no no no no no." Marinette gestured emphatically. "I know that look, Kim! Even if Adrien and Kagami merge domains they are not going to be making any supercells anytime soon!"

"Spoilsport!"

"I mean, maybe in the middle of the ocean."

"Alya!"

Their friends continued discussing the merits of Adrien and Kagami's union, much to the new couple's amusement. Nino, the only voice of reason, exposed the merits of communication before taking important decisions. Alya and Kim immediately placed bets on how exactly the new relationship would progress. While Marinette bemoaned all the hypothetical headaches her friends were going to cause her.

Adrien laughed a bit too gleefully at that last one.

Kagami frowned as she looked up at him. Adjusting the way her fingers fit into his.

Noticing her scrutiny, Adrien fidgeted self-consciously. "What?"

"You're taller than me." Later Adrien would accuse her of pouting. Which was, of course, nonsense. Kagami did not pout.

Adrien laughed. "Not in your dragon form I'm not!"

Pleased at this reminder, Kagami rested her head on his shoulder. Attention going back to their friends antics.

"... Kagami?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you, too."

Kagami's shy moments were rare but this definitely counted. Shifting her head away in a vain attempt to block her blush from his sight. He didn't say anything else, though she got the distinct impression Adrien was smiling at her.

She squeezed his hand gently. Letting his presence and the voices of their friends fill her heart.

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@kagamiappreciationweek2020

[mcshiiin]

Title: Not My Energy

Pairings: KageHina

Sypnosis: A short, sad songfic about the two where Hinata lost his ability to fly

Song used: Not my Energy by IV of Spades

[A/n: Thank you for reading! I hope u enjoy huhu]

"I've ran out of reasons, reasons to comfort my mind."

Harbingers of daybreak busted his windows open. With gleaming dark eyes and sleek black talons, a crow stared straight to his soul. A sudden prickling sensation running from his toes began clobbering his body, rendering him paralyzed. Panting... Gasping... Drowning his mind in a sea of sorrow.

"Illusions, delusions. Confusions are running inside."

Hinata, despite sinking down the shallow waters feels as if he's floating mid-ar, going "boing boing". Slowly plummeting down the sea floor, he never hit the bottom. Instead, he landed rather harshly on the plywood surface of the gym. A familiar stinging pain on his palm smiled at him viciously. Taken aback, he grabbed his thumping, hollow chest and inhaled as much air as he could. An unforgiving force clashed against his torso, almost obliteraring him before the ceiling collapsed.

"Pale lips and dark lies has conquered the dreamer's eyes."

Poring dreamily at the honey glazed tree tops with hooded eyes, a sigh escaped from his drought ridden lips. While licking away the parchness on his lips, a worried yet kind gaze cut through him from the opened door.

"Sho-kun, you're going to be alright. Don't worry sweetie, we're here for you."

"Nii-chan! Hang in there. I love you!"

The warmth from his sister's hug dissipated into thin air. The soft caress from his Mom ghosted above his puffed out cheeks. Forcing his lips to curl upwards, he fooled them. Just as how their words of affirmation and consolidation were mere lies to comfort him.

" 'Cause there is something in those eyes I can never find, boy."

"Hinata boke..."

Shoyo swore Kageyama's voice were softer than ever. Terrified to face him, the bed ridden boy looked away. His bones shaking. His muscles tensed up.

"I don't want to dive in those same steel blue orbs..."

He kept his mouth silent. He kept his resolve solid. Then it crumbled down.

A feverish touch was ignited from Kageyama's fingertips grazing atop Hinata's trembling hand. The setter is careful enough not to break him, delicately and softly, he slid his hand and interwined it with his partner's. Shoyo's ribcage shattered, his throbbing heart and strained heartstrings tore it down.

His orbs stung with pain as he stared back at steel blue ones.

"I'm sick and tired of the noices, the voices. Everything seems magical."

"We're here for you, Hinata."

"Call us anytime!"

"I'm sure everything will be figured out by the adults. Cheer up, Hinata!"

"Let's buy popsicles when you're discharged, ne Shoyo?"

"Here's some food for you, eat up. You're getting thinner. Ne? I'm the best senpai aren't I?"

"gET WELL SOON AND WE'LL PRAY FOR YOU!"

"Don't worry too much. Idiots don't get sick, tch."

"Tsukki's right, you'll be okay, Hinata."

"I--no we, are here for you. Don't worry about catching up to class, I can teach you anytime!"

"Get some rest and take care please."

"I won't bother you with my words, Hinata-kun. You'll be okay, I'll pray for it."

"Rest up well, kid."

Everything and everyone seemed to pass by in a blur. Their faces muddled together like a murky pond. Indis​cern​ible. Chafing. Quaint. As if it never happened, as if he never heard anything.

"I'm sorry but there's nothing that we can do..."

"D-doctor no-!"

What? He heard nothing. His mother's face didn't crumple to despair. Her hands didn't ball into a fist. Her lips did not quiver. She never looked at him with those eyes.

No. Natsu is a sweet and clingy sister, her hugging him to death is nothing. She always said that his hands are rough, calloused, and big. They're also warm, and emollient. Maybe that's why she's holding it tight. Oh? Natsu is drooling. He chuckled, overseeing the shuddering figure of his dear sister.

 

Such an ethereal dream it is.

"And yes, my mind is awakened, dead conscience. Eveyday's a torture for me."

Panting heavily whilst swimming in a sea if sweat, Shoyo is wide awake. But, awake from what? Running away from what, his reality or his nightmares? Scampering to and fro, for what? Just to slam his head on a rock, trying to shake his dreams up.

He doesn't know what's hounding hin anymore.

He run a hand through his thick tuft of hair, unable to get back to sleep. A frown creeping up on his lips as he tries to pry his gaze to his legs. His world stilled. His breathing stopped. His mind blown to smithereens.

It hurts. The seering pain from mid-thigh down to his calf. It hurts, so he screamed.

"No I am not holding on to the darkness, 'cause you're already in my mind."

Natsu must be lying, his hands isn't big at all! She probably hasn't seen Kageyama's slender, setter hands. They look also pretty. Tobio's obviously taking good care of it, he bet that he goes as far as taking it to the nail salon. He's both dilligent and an idiot. He wants himself to be in a perfect condition so he can exert his best every game.

Shoyo wonders what lotion his setter is using. He want to buy one for himself too. How irksome it is to look at your partner's long fingers, perfectly groomed nails (it must be nice to have a manicure once), and mosturized, vanilla scented palms whilst yours is anything like that.

"Hmm spacing out?"

Tobio snaked his arms to his frail waist. Nudging his face deep into Shoyo's neck. So warm. So cool. So comfortable. Too real.

"Nah, I'm barely hanging."

"And if you would walk alone, then just do it. The clock is ticking backwards."

A tall, tall wall looms before him. The view from the top. He wants to see it. But he never can, unless alone.

And now, he's more alone than ever.

"Onigiri, pork buns, curry, what do you want honey?"

He's out in the cold again. Jumping higher, digging deeper, receiving with his face to no end. Wheezing as his body thrives, playing as his blood pulsiates. His heart more alive than before. His grin toothier than before. Hinata Shoyo loving too hard ever than before.

The pure joy from he gets from being with the team. The steam he emitts whenever Tsukishima pushes his buttons as Yamaguchi fell in line with laughing at him. The always fidgetty Yachi and Asahi-san. His superb senpais. That reminds him, he need to ask Nishinoya-senpai to teach him the rolling thunder double. The hardworking second years, the goddess Kiyoko-san, everyone. Even Daichi-san's roaring voice along with Suga-san's refreshing smile.

And of course, the skull-crusher milk boy who knows no word except Boke.

"I'm going alone."

"I ain't got it all, I don't care. You're not my energy."

Extending his arms, reaching with his hands, everyone is too far away.

Lying awake for hours, figuring how to run, how to fly.

Then, his bed decided to swallow him up.

A stringent touch engulfed his throat that produced an acrid cry from his mouth. The need for air is urgent, but his compressed windpipes aches with the mere presence of oxygen flowing through. For a second he thought the hold loosen, then his limbs. were vehemently ripped apart.

As blood splattered, his lower region were mangled.

"Your tears are in laughter while your smile is in despair."

Happiness looks good in Kageyama and Natsu. No doubt, hands down, bets raised.

Their carefree laughter bounced off the four walls of his room. Pearly white teeth are exposed as their lips ae stretched up to a smile. As far as their drinking game goes, Natsu is losing. Yes, they're drinking milk, much to Kageyama's delight.

Shoyo lost a long atime ago and the two milk heads are on it. The way their eyebrows knits together in concentration, noses scrunched up, and cheeks puffed out is a sight to see. You don't get to watch Kageyama with a child that doesn't cry within his mere presence, let alone play with him.

"I can't hold it in! I'm going to pee!"

The shorter ball of fluff ran outside as fast as her legs could carry her. Just a little bit more... three more steps... two... then one. She got in!

Natsu came back to her brother wiping his tears as he cackle like a rooster. He reminded her of the Kuroo Tetsurou that he once mentioned, bedhead, hyena laugh and all. When she glanced to her Kageyama-nii-chan, she was almost blinded. His higantic smiles were presented at her boldly. A soft glow from the dying sun illuminated his face. She can feel the love strongly eminating from these two.

Just as the puzzle is coming on together, someone had to filp the table and topple off the pieces.

Whimpers and hiccups. Rattling and rustles. Disintegrating and decaying. Shoyo-nii-chan is crying.

One end of his lips tugged upward. Blood-curling smirk emblazoned on his dainty face. And as she peek at the door opened ajar, tears came rolling down her rosy cheeks, staining the fabric of her shirt with pure sadness that a child can't comprehend. A younger sister shouldn't see her brother's soul being chipped off like that, you know.

"The poison of your tongue has killed all your truthful words."

His throat is a sand paper being stroked on a piece of wood that produces a nasty sound. It aches. It's painful to shout. It's straining. He too doesn't like sound coming off from his mouth. Disdainful words that tarnishes their bond, lacerating sentences that makes him bleed too.

"I don't need you!"

Yes I do.

"Go away!"

Please stay.

"I didn't like the food. It was awful."

They're my favorite, thank you.

"When I said I don't wan't to it, it means I don't! Don't force me!"

Maybe I'm a bit hungry?

"I AM OKAY. I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP I CAN DO IT BY MY FUCKING SELF!"

I am a lost cause.

"Pale lips and dark eyes has broken the dreamer's lies."

He inaudibly shrieked one morning when he woke up. The world was wet with dew as it sleepily waved back at him. He tried to wave back, but the shock of living in monochrome froze him. Then he tumbled down with a thud.

For a moment he forgot what predicament he's in and tried to stand up only to out balance himself and landed face first down their wooden floor. Natsu, who was never asleep the entire night, came rushing by to her brother's room beside hers. Clearly shocked and bemused at her nii-chan's bleeding nose and busted lip, she stood frozen. A part of her wants to laugh but the other half actually feels bad. And good thing she did, because the next scene was horrifying.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

"N-nii-chan..."

"SEND FUCKING HELP!"

A soul was broken.

"There is something in your mind you can never find, boy."

Searching. Wandering. Roaming around an unprecedented area.

What was he seeking?

He alwas have thought that it was the adrenaline. His heart beating so fast, so loud that he can hear it through his ears. An energy flowing deep within, tingling his senses, pricking under his skin. He enjoys the rush, the pain, the smile in his teammates' lips.

Yet when he stared at Kageyama, he realized it wasn't.

What kept him alive...

"Im sick and tired of the voices, the noises. Everything seems magical."

"Hinata boke..."

"Nii-chan."

"Sho-kun!"

"HINATA SHOYO!"

...was love.

"My eyes are hiding the pavements of my vacancy. You can't take the power from me."

Kageyama wish he could hold Shoyo tighter. Peacefully zoning out in his arms, a small drool pooling below his mouth, and beautiful long lashes. So angelic and breathtaking.

Yet he still fears poring directly in his partner's eyes for they scream,

"I'm going to eat you alive."

Placing a kiss atop his head, a sigh escaped his lips. Then, honey-flecked orbs dangerously stared at him. A tremble was awaken inside his body.

"I love you."

The both of then were taken aback by his sudden words. Hinata was left in awe, speechless while Kageyama quickly recovered his composure. He came into terms with his feelings finally just right now, it's now or never.

"I want you more than any perfect toss. It's you that I want to hit my balls. We're partners, aren't we? I want to be by your side, holding you, loving you. We'll drink hundred liters of milk, we'll eat as many pork buns as you want. I want to spend my life with you."

"Kageyama-kun..."

"I know it'a sudden but Hina--!"

"Loving means being alive. Being alive is being able to love,

But you see, living, is not my energy."

-FIN