I've Created a Monster

So, I took the, maybe ill-advised, plunge, and told the dude I've been seeing for the past three months that I'm into tickling

And it turned out fucking great, I still cannot believe my luck in this area

Apologies if I rant for a bit. I have been living out my dreams for the past couple of weeks and need to share it with someone (outside of a few people already in the community who I've already told) or I will explode. It gets a tad TMI at the end, so I put that bit under the cut for people's comfort. So beware of that in advance

So a bit of background. I had been seeing this dude for about a month and a half when we got on the subject of kinks. At first just kind of generally discussing them, and eventually getting into what we're into. And I admitted that I had one that was a bit weird, not only because it was unorthodox, but also because I had a huge amount of trouble actually saying what it was, which of course spiked his curiosity. But he was really chill about it and didn't push, but there kept being tickly moments that kept popping up naturally in the relationship, none of which were lasting longer than a couple seconds. As such, mostly out of frustration at the brevity of these moments, I mustered up the courage at 3am to finally confess.

He was quiet for a bit and mostly just held me (I think because I definitely looked as anxious as I felt--I also have to give him props for having patience during the three fucking minutes it took me to confess because I was working up the courage to simply say the Word). Then he started asking me how long I'd known that I was into it, why I was into it, what appealed to me about tickling, things along that line, all of which I stumbled my way through answering. He then proceeded to inform me that he didn't think I was weird, or that liking tickling was weird, and that he had been expecting much worse and thought it was kind of cute.

After that, tickling started cropping up more in the relationship. It took a while to explain that I was totally okay with more intense tickling and that me squirming away and sometimes asking him to stop were reflexes that should be ignored (it was somewhat endearing how he would immediatelly stop to make sure I was good, if somewhat frustrating sometimes), but he eventually got it. He even briefly pinned me down once, a move he has yet to repeat, but eventually I will get up the courage to ask him to.

I had told him that I was into both doing and receiving the tickling, but also that he was under no pressure to get tickled if he didn't want to. But after a while we were cuddling when he said, quote, "I think I'm actually into this tickling thing. It feels kind of nice whenever you do it to me, and I do love how much it gets to you." And then gave me permission to tickle him, which was way more than I was hoping for

Although he is able to control his reactions and just stay still for it which is baffling to me ("well if I moved, it would stop happening??" yeah?? I know?? But most people can't do that shit 🤨)

Guys. He started looking into tools and shit. This man is researching into the community. Came to me all excited like a dork, talking about feathers and toothbrushes and the fucking Wartenberg Wheel and how he thinks that he'd may be be down to include bondage with tickling stuff (which I'd mentioned I'd be into before). He was all, "I also discovered that some people are into tickle torture, isn't that wild?" Meanwhile I'm over here like, "yeah, it is wild, isn't it, imagine that haha"

He's suggested safe words on his own too, worked out boundaries,,,,

Anyways. He's embraced this way more than I can image and I am living the dream

TMI under cut! Avert your eyes if shmexy things make you uncomfy!

He's also started tickling me while we fuck (and sometimes when he goes down on me) and my fellow people of tumblr. It makes everything so insanely intense. I have had to be like, "babe, I love this, this is great, but I cannot concentrate on any coherent goal if you keep this up".

Also definitely discovered that my ass is ticklish during this process and it is a fact that he will not let go. Not that I am complaining 😏

Someone nice, Somewhere safe

Angel x Virgin Female Reader

જ⁀➴ Angel x Virgin Male Reader - Someone nice, somewhere safe*

*same story, just your bits and bobbles are changed 

You let it slip to the group you were a virgin, and instead of laughing, Angel grabs you before bed to offer a friendly hand.

.<Warnings/Promises: Angel Dust x Virgin Female!Reader, smut, fingering, lubed to the gods, Angel uses four arms, Valentino is a blind bag of smashed assholes, creampie, oral, the gentlest sex I’ve ever written (probably), an alarming towel>

listen here virgins, if I could craft a perfect first time for you, this is it. Minus the lack of condoms because—it’s hell? Sex workers are tested bi-weekly?? This is still a fantasy??? Just if anything, please take from this the importance of a safe and trusting environment at all times 🙏  

minor dni (shoo! get outta here! Go on, git! 🧹)

You thought everyone would laugh when you said you were a virgin. The group awe’d and said it was cute, which was definitely better than the response you’d gotten in the overworld. But when you said you’d never actually orgasmed before, everyone just looked… sad? The conversation was quickly derailed by Angel launching into a list of wildest orgasm faces he’s seen, Charlie leaving the room entirely.

Continuing with the evening’s theme of surprise, you hadn’t expected Angel to catch up to you when everyone was filing off to bed. His hand gently reached for your wrist, “Hey ya got a sec?”

 For Angel, the epitome of smiling through the pain, you’d give him the remainder of your time in hell if he just asked. Every second, his.“Always!”

“So uh”, he rubbed the back of his neck, “about bein’ a virgin and all that.” Your stomach dropped, was the famous porn star about to embarrass you into a second death?“I think it’s real important that like— knowin’ yourself, and what makes you feel good is like super healthy. I dunno if you are interested in that kinda stuff but,” he was wildly moving his hands round, nervously stumbling over his words, “I’d be happy to help ya out.”

All of the blood rushed to your face.

“Oh fuck!” Angel grabbed your head and tipped it forward, “I would have accepted a simple no, jesus!” With one hand pinching your nose, he led you into his room just down the hall. 

What— what was happening, exactly? At all? In general? With your entire existence?

He kicked the door closed behind him and grabbed a handful of tissues, “Keep your head forward. Everyone who says tilt it back is an idiot.”

His hand was red when he drew it from your face, using his other hand to now hold tissues between his fingers as he pinched your nose shut.

“Is- is my nose bleeding??” Your voice cracked.

“Does that happen often?”

“Never.”

“Well I got to help you with at least one first, right?” Angel laughed, moving his hands away as you took over the task.

Oh, right. The offer. You glanced around the room, small but lived-in. Everything was pink and purple and soft.

“Angel, do you think because you’re a sex worker, you have to help me?” The room fell silent. Angel completely still beside you. You would love someone you could trust to take your virginity, but you would never want to use Angel like so many other people did on a daily basis.

“Ya know— a lot of people get real confused about this.” He sighed, chest heavy with the many misconceptions others had, “What I do for work, what I gotta do to get through the day, has nothin’ to do with who I am as a person.” You turned to look at him, “Why should I limit my experiences because of what other people have done to me?” The words hit you like a truck. You had unintentionally boxed him into his job, in turn into his trauma, summing him up as a warm body and incapable of any depth past that. Just a sex worker.

“No, no I didn’t mean anything like that. I just, I don’t want to ever,” you grabbed two of his hands, “ever take advantage of your kindness.” You squeezed, “or any part of you.”

His frown turned up, “We’re dead, yea, but you still exist. If you want to, you should enjoy every part of your afterlife. And I’d hate you to meet some asshole who’s too rough or doesn’t get ya warmed up first. A bad first time can be really traumatizin’.”

You nodded without actually thinking. Your brain wasn’t really processing meaning, his words were just soft and kind and your nose still stuffed full of tissue.

“Do you wanna?”

You nodded more vigorously, “Did my nose start bleeding again?”

Angel took the tissue away, giving a second to see, “Nope.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Okay. Yeah, I want that. Someone nice, somewhere safe.”

“It ain’t quite nice but-,” Angel looked around his room.

“It’s perfect, Angel.”

“Aw fuck, I should clean up,” he hurriedly carried trash from his nightstand, flattening out the comforter and adjusting his pillows. He placed fat nuggets on the floor with a little pat on the head.

Finally, he stood in front of you, two hands on his hips, two gesturing to you.

“Alright baby! Let’s pop some cherries! Undress~” he elongated the word, shimmying his hips a little, “-to your comfort level.” He began to unbutton his blazer, “Bare minimum, take off your pants and underwear, please and thank you. Though I have fucked through underwear…” He was momentarily lost in a memory.

You hadn’t anticipated getting naked in front of a friend tonight. But Angel so effortlessly shed his clothes, peeling off his gloves. Pulling off your pants, you paused.

“Is it weird if I keep my shirt on? Like— do you know who Winnie the Pooh is?”

“Nothin’ weird about bein’ comfortable, pookie.” He pinched your cheek, “I’d offer a modesty blanket but I kinda need to see what I’m doing.” His eyes flitted to the left, “No, wanna. I wanna see.” Angel’s laugh relaxed you, the idea of anyone wanting to see you made you feel a little less—-naked. Still, your hands seemed frozen on your underwear’s edge.

With a hum, he disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a towel. “Go on, lie down. I’ll help ya relax. This is already feeling too medical-like.”

Were you going to need a towel? Were you going to need a towel?? Were you going to need a towel!?

You sat back on his bed, and when he crawled up to meet you, all legs and arms and Angel Dust, you buried your face in your hands.

“Oh hey—,” his voice was so soft, lacking its usual sass, “Wanna just, cuddle and watch stupid shit on my phone?” You groaned, face sinking further down. This would be easier if he wasn’t so sweet. You could at least take a backseat, then.

You shook your head, and felt his hand on your ankle. It snaked up your calf, slipped down your knee and thigh, finding the waistband of your underwear. When you looked up from your hiding place, Angel was a foot from your face. His features lit only by the purple neon signs hanging beside his bed and near the door. He lifted his brows, a question he didn’t need to vocalize. You sank back into the purple and pink pillows, different sizes, different textures, gently enveloping you.

With two hands now, he slide off your underwear. You might die, again. Your heart would give out any second, incapable of handling the moment. You were manually breathing.

He lifted your hips with two hands, a third sliding the towel beneath you before setting you back down.

“Do ya-,” he was rummaging now inside the nightstand drawer, “not play with yourself? Ever?”

“Not really. Not like, there.”

“Whaddya do with all your free time?” His short but enthusiastic laughter forced a smile to your cheeks. Angel slid the drawer shut and came to rest in front of your tightly shut thighs and knees. You heard a cap pop, and found the courage to sit up and see what he was doing.

“What?” He squeezed a clear, thick lubricant onto his right hand, “Nerves can make holes dry like nothin’ else. No fun for no one, trust me. Could start a fuckin’ fire—- and spit ain’t lube!” Angel said it like he spoke from a personal experience.

Ah, the towel. That made sense now.

“Should I do something?”

“Just lie back, baby~,” he opened your knees and followed your face as you settled back down, “Do you like kissin’?”

You’d kiss a trashcan if Angel said it got him hot, so, “Yeah.”

“Good,” One hand touched your cheek, sliding to your chin as he brought your lips to his. You thought you’d melt, his hands so soft on you, lips confident and sure. He used his thumb on your chin to pull down your bottom lip and ask you for entrance. When you opened up to him, his tongue slid into yours as his sticky wet hand finally came into contact between your legs. Two fingers rubbing the lube up and a down your pussy.

You nearly inhaled him with your shock, he giggled into it, “You’re so cute.” You twitched under his hand, “Ooh, and reactive! Daddy likes.”

Stop. Stop talking. I’m going to black out.

His mouth returned to yours, tongue over your tongue, as his fingers just massaged your entrance. No attempt at entering, no prodding, just gentle up and down motions. Slowly, your felt your skin heating beneath his hand, the lubricant somewhat melting with your warmth.

At work, Angel was never the lead. Never the top, and never afforded time to ease anyone open. He had no issues with sleeping with women, it was just usually for money or a shoot. Not his preferred flavor, but he could still get it up. Watching you sigh and twitch under him felt like a treat. Such a sweet response to what so many people made unnecessarily dirty at work. He wasn’t shocked to find his cock twitching, swelling as your breathing hitched with every stroke of his hand. When was the last time he could just… slow down? Be the one in control? Not control like Val, control like—- can I get you a pillow? Is the pacing good? Let’s soften these lights.  Hold my hand, sweetheart.

His head felt a little dizzy. His middle finger pressed now, and with a slow but constant motion entered you. ‘Uncomfortable’ was the best word. Your body tensed around him, but he gently pressed passed your virgin walls. He hummed, “First one down! Atleast,” he paused, “two more to go.”

“Atleast??” You shook your head.

“It’s sex math, trust the professional in the room.” He withdrew the finger and slid it back in, starting a slow pace of long drags from knuckle to fingertip.

It didn’t hurt, to his credit. The excitement of having Angel touching you so intimately made the finger easier to relax into. Angel must have noticed, his finger leaving you. He popped the top again of his lube and pressed in two fingers. This was harder. You whined, his fingertips pushing past the tight entrance of your cunt and settling into the wet warmth behind.

Lying on your back, you stared at the now upside-down photos behind his bed. He looked so happy. Could you join that wall? Was this wall worthy?

“You still good?” He leaned over you, fingers  moving.

You nodded, “Can I have another kiss?”

Ah, you might as well have punched him in the chest. “Of course, darlin’~ Ask and you shall receive.” You liked kissing, genuinely, but were always scared you’d kiss someone too long and end up in an awkward situation having to explain you weren’t wanting sex. But that fear was all gone, you’d broken the code. Get naked first, then kiss.

You smiled into his mouth, and he smiled back, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“I like kissing you.” You leaned up, pressing your lips to his chin. His fingers quickened, and you moaned without warning. You felt your self grip his finger, nervousness slinking away and finally letting you feel aroused.

“Ooh, now we’re gettin’ somewhere,” he leaned back, repeating the same steps and trying to press a third finger into you. His abundance of hands were a blessing, one at your entrance, one on your knee to keep your shaking legs open, and two roaming down the sides of your body. When three fingers finally entered, you could feel the burning stretch of your skin around them. He pushed in, and the skin followed. He pulled out, your sensitive hole pulling too. The hand on your knee came to your crotch, his palm pressing lightly down on your clit. You glanced up to him, his eyes focused as he watched his fingers slowly drag in and out of you. It burned still, but just past that burning was a slippery sensation that made your lap warm with the rush of blood.

He let his fingers sink in entirely, before bending and feeling inside you. Your knee jumped when he hit something.

“Bingo! Say hello to your g-spot.” He beamed down at you, gold tooth shining, “Not everyone needs it to cum but oooh boooy does it maximize pleasure,” it sounded so pornographic when he said it.

You weakly copied, “B-bingo.” 

“Three fingers means I can do this now~” he replaced his palm with his fingers,  sticky with lube. His long digits were fast and practiced as he rubbed your clit. “Sex math. Dont need your virgin pussy locking up on me.” He said quietly to himself, fingers in and out of you picking up speed. Your head was pressing into the pillows as your neck strained, you’d never masturbated while someone, something, penetrated you. Every stroke of his fingers made your body spasm, the feeling of something hard and unforgiving pushing back against your quivering walls made a pleasure you couldn’t describe.

“Feelin’ good yet?” The way he said it, he knew damn well how you were feeling.

You whimpered into one of the pillows, “Yeah, it’s starting to feel good.” A weak nod.

Angel’s grin bordered on wicked, hand slowing. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your clit. Then another. His tongue flattened against his bottom lip as he dragged it over your sensitive bud of nerves.

You moaned, a half spoken-half cried, “Oh fuck, Angel-.” Hips bucking up, his fingers kept their place and followed. You humped up against his tongue, ground down into his fingers; up, down. Soft tongue, rigid fingers.

“Like that? Watch this,” He cupped his mouth over your clit and began strumming it with his tongue. Fat and flat, then thin and sharp. His fingers slowed, now just bending to hit your soft g-spot again and again. 

One hand held tightly to the pillow, the other coming to Angel’s hair. Your body kept jumping away from overstimulation but you fought against it every time and tried to grind against his face.

He lifted his mouth off you with a deliberate pop, “Feelin’ good?” You nodded, eyes closed. “Ready for the real thing?”

“Yeah. I want to feel more, Angel.” It came out as more of a whine than you meant.

His hand came to his erection, red and leaking. Stroking himself, he returned to massaging at your entrance, fingers dipping in then out.

“You comfortable with getting on your knees? This position ain’t so conducive for what I’m tryin’ to do.”

Somehow, ass up sounded better than face to face, “You’re the expert.” You rolled onto your stomach, hips up, face resting into the sea of pillows. You paused, lifted off your now sweaty shirt, and got back into position. 

“Sexpert, but thank you!” The lid popped open again, cold and viscous lube being dripped directly onto pussy, “Finally some recognition around here.” He coated himself with what was still on his hands, and raised your hips to line himself up.

“Deep breaths, okay?” He leaned over your back, kisses falling down your skin. Two hands held your hips, one guided himself into you. You tensed when his head began to push in, “Relaaax, just like the fingers.”

A muffled, “okay” from your place in the pile. Your heart was suddenly racing, the tight coil of pleasure his mouth summoned now gone. He wiped his dick up and down your folds, swiping past your entrance. Lining up, he pushed in, getting his head firmly sunk into you.

“Breath, baby,” he moaned into your shoulder. You took a deep breath in, your body tight still. But, it didn’t hurt like you’d thought. It burned, but there was no sting, no tearing. Angel’s hands ran up and down your sides, along you ass and thighs. He gently touched everywhere he could reach, until he felt you soften, “Ready to keep going?”

“Yes please”, you turned your head to look at him.

He pulled out slightly to collect more lube on his shaft, before slowly sinking into you until he bottomed out.

You were gasping, your brain misfiring. You couldn’t feel anything but him, your body just a formless thought with Angel’s warm, solid cock reaching deeper into than you thought possible. One roaming hand reached for your shoulder, “Can I move?”

“Slow,” your hand searched for a loose fold of comforter to grip, but it was soon encased and intertwined by one of his.

He pulled out, and slowly thrust back in. A saccharine moan fell from his mouth, and it made you whimper. 

You were so soft around him, yet gripping him so snuggly he felt like he was melting into your walls. His breath was unsteady, “You feel so good on my cock, baby.” A burning blush took over your face, a rush of pleasure electrifying your clit.

“How ya doin’?” Angel sounded nervous, timid.

You had to collect saliva to get any words out, mouth running dry from panting, “S’good.” You tried again, “So good.” Your fingers tightened around his.

He adjusted his hips, watching you closely. When your eyes closed and your hand nearly broke his, he grinned down, “Bingo~,” his speed began to pick up. 

“Right there,” you whimpered, “please don’t stop, right there Angel.” You dragged out the last syllable of his name. You could feel a pressure building in your lower stomach. 

Angel took languid thrusts out to the tip and pushing back past your still resisting entrance. Every time he pulled out and slipped in felt better than before. The sensations of him opening you around his cock again and again had your stomach and thighs tensing. You brought your hand up to press at your clit, finger frantically moving. You felt something building, you were desperate to reach its climax.

Angel’s hand came down and pushed yours aside, his fingers strong and not shaking with your impending orgasm. 

“Almost- Angel pleeeease! Don’t stop- keep—” You squeezed his hand tighter, his thrusts becoming faster and shallower. His repeated pressing of your g-spot pushed you over the edge, hand slowing only slightly.

"You can do it, baby. Come on. Almost there~" His words fell apart in his mouth, his own moans getting louder, your cunt tightening in spasms as your first orgasm tore through you. Your body was so inviting, warm walls sucking his head deeper. He rarely got to feel this sensation, barely ever chosen as the one doing the fucking, let alone fucking a woman. His head rested against your back, hands running along the curve of your hips as he melted into your sweet heat.

He picked up speed, only drawing out an inch or so now with each thrust. The lube made a pop and squelch every time his skin pulled from yours, the sound making his legs weak.

“Where can I cum?” His breath was raspy, messy with the pleasure of your soft insides rubbing along his shaft. You gripped the blanket, orgasm still rolling from the feeling of Angel chasing his release with your body. You could hear the strain in his voice, “Gonna need an answer real fast, babe.” You hid your face in the pillow mountain again, embarrassed to answer.

“Inside,” you tried to say it loudly enough for him to hear.

He whimpered a, “Fuuuuck” down your spine, “Such a dirty little virgin.” His hips stuttered before he sunk into you with such force your legs gave out. Your body came down flush onto the bed. Angel was pressed into you, chest against your back as his breathing calmed. You could feel his heart through your ribs, his chest fluff silky on your skin. Your body was warm, his hot cum filling you.

Small, lazy kisses on your back, then up your neck, he leaned to kiss your cheek. He slid out of you delicately, but you didn’t move.  His weight left the bed, then returned as a warm, wet cloth wiped you clean. After a couple of minutes of gentle cleaning, you felt the throw blanket cover your back. Angel plopped down on his back beside you, pulling the blanket over his legs and unlocking his phone, “Wanna see this fuckin’ hilarious video of my boss runnin’ into a glass wall?”

You chuckled, “More than anything.” He side eyed you, “Well, not anything.”

“Right answer, toots,”  One of his hands came down and settled on your hair, he leaned in to your head and as you watched Valentino collide head first into a wall, he said softly, “Let me know if you need anything. I got a bitchin’ tub in there.”

You hummed, reaching a shakey hand up and pressing ‘replay’ on his phone. Angel’s laughter echoed off the walls, and you decided you had no plans on leaving bed anytime soon.

༻Masterlist༺

Eddie accidentally makes a wish that turns his guitar into a human. Poll at the bottom to make it more fun~

A strange night for Eddie was just about to turn stranger. He and the rest of Hellfire had finished a session, but the night had still been young. So they’d whipped out the oujia board, attempted a few summonings and curses. All things that made them feel silly and stupid but at least was in the realm of their interests. 

Then Eddie opened the door to his bedroom and was met with a very attractive, very naked young man.

Even in Eddie's wildest dreams, he never imagined walking into his room and seeing a naked dude. Typically his fantasies included the premise of getting them there.

"Hey, uh, you uh, got a name? Or an ID card?"

“You’re home!”, the ID-less man wrapped his arms around Eddie in a hug he had not been expecting.

Eddie gave him a couple pats on the shoulder. “I am. This is indeed my home. May I ask why are you here and uh, where are your uh-” Eddie cleared his throat and pushed the man away while keeping his eyes only on his face. “Clothes! Where are your clothes?”

The stranger shrugged and Eddie felt like he was losing his mind.

“Okay, you got a name?”

“You usually call me Sweetheart”, the man smiled.

Eddie’s head was swirling. He’d had a couple of one night stands, but he’d never brought a guy back to the trailer. Did he somehow let it slip one night where he lives? Did the guy track him down? It must’ve been a hell of a lay because Eddie can’t remember a thing.

“I’ve...I gotta be honest man, I don’t remember you.”

The heartbroken expression made Eddie want to take it back; pretend he knew this dude and maybe convince him to something more than a romp in the bed because holy shit this guy was gorgeous. Way out of Eddie’s league normally.

“You sing to me all the time”, the stranger said. “And when you put your hands on me...” He started to caress his own torso, seemingly lost in a daydream and Eddie wished he was right there with him. He was so distracted, he almost didn’t hear his phone ring.

“I’ll be right back”, he said, leaving the man alone in his room to answer the house phone. “Yeah?”

“Dude, we’re in deep shit”, Crash’s voice came from the other side. “Remember those wishing stones we played with?”

“Was that before the eight ball fortune telling, or after we cursed the basketball team?”

“Eddie! Those were my mom’s! And she found out we were messing around and if you took one, you gotta bring it back!”

Eddie patted himself and found that he did indeed have one of the wishing stones. A temptingly, smooth and beautiful blue. “Found it. I can bring it back tomorrow. I got kinda uuhhh situation...”

“She’s really pissed. Said the world can’t handle the wishes of the likes of us. Whatever that means.”

Eddie looked to the rock, then to his room, where Stranger was still visible in the doorway, watching him.

“I’ll call you back.” He hung up without waiting for an answer from Crash, then walked over to the new arrival. “I call you Sweetheart?”

He nodded.

“And I sing to you?”

Another nod.

“And I’ve...touched you?”, Eddie was still keeping his eyes neck up.

“Yes. Do you remember me now?”

“Just...remind me where we first met”, Eddie said.

“It was at Mickey’s Guitar Shop, a town over. You saw me and said-”

“Oh baby, she’s the one”, they said in unison.

“I saw you on and off, you’d come in to look at me while you saved up. And then one day you came in and bought me. I still remember our first time”, he sighed.

Eddie could only hold it together so much and began wildly pacing about the trailer. “I made a-this rock-this rock is a wishing rock-stone, whatever, and now-” He stopped and looked at the stranger. No, not a stranger. Sweetheart. His Sweetheart, who he’d been lovingly playing and treated like a princess and the most valuable thing in this place, was standing before him.

“You wished for me?”, Sweetheart beamed.

“Uh, yeah, I guess I did.”

“You already had me, you know.”

Sweetheart gave a smile that could only be called flirtatious and Eddie was just a man. Put him in front of a handsome guy and he could only be strong for so long. Put him in front of a handsome, naked guy, who was quite literally the man of his dreams and Eddie’s knees were weak.

Part 2

Although I was a constant lurker for months, today marks my one year as a Loki writer. It has been so fun whoring out with all of you. There have been too many laughs to count. By some miracle, I’ve reached a little over 1,000 followers. I’m shook that so many of you are interested in partaking in my wildest fantasies. But I am so thankful for all of you. If you have read, liked, commented, or reblogged anything - thank you from the bottom of my heart! I love reading every wild thing you have to say about these scenes I’ve created.

Sometimes I will just sit there and read your comments over and over in complete shock that my words would elicit such responses. I am so thankful for our little corner of the internet where we can unashamedly be ourselves. We all have different backgrounds, cultures, and lives but we can all agree we just want our favorite god to dick us down.

I’ve made lifelong friends from doing this, and I would’ve never met them otherwise.

@lokisgoodgirl Thank you for giving me the kick in the cooch I needed to start posting my writing. I would have none of this, if it wasn’t for you. Your words of encouragement mean everything to me. Thank you for being my tech expert for the first little bit. I would never give anyone else my login info. You’ve helped me get through some of the toughest times of my life and I am forever grateful for your friendship. I love listening to your voice notes. Your “Good morning” always puts a smile on my face. I hope we can meet in person one day, although I can’t promise that I would keep my hands to myself. I love you endlessly.

@wheredafandomat I only met you at the end of January, but it feels like I have known you my whole life. Is it possible for two people to share the same brain? Because I’m sure that we do. You can make a 2 hour phone call feel like 5 minutes. I’m lucky to have you in my life. My frequent collaborator and birthday twin - I love you so much.

I couldn’t think of a celebration that I wanted to do, but I wanted to share some of my favorite comments over the course of my time on here.

#burdened with a glorious manhood

-@coldnique

The threat to use his vibranium hand to do the choking was just the cherry on top of my death day cake. This is a filthy masterpiece

- @joyful-enchantress

Well spank me sideways, this went from O-deranged in 2.5 seconds AND I'M NOT MAD ABOUT IT

- @thedistractedagglomeration

Ohhhhhh he talks her out of her hero panties and in to his heart

- @cakesandtom

"sit on his face darling" l'm not gonna survive another paragraph I swear to god.this is too much in the best way

- @lokisgoodgirl

The thought of being an avenger and having Loki fuck you senseless is stupid hot, but add into it him talking about making you carry his secret sex baby and still be an avenger is 🔥🔥🔥

- @itsybitchylittlewitchy

Take that you little shit! I am so glad he saw them together and still mounted at that!

- @silver-tongue-taken-to-bed

I mean it's a fitting description after all the devil is tempting and so is Lokis dick

- @fictive-sl0th

You had me at President Loki and biting!

- @marygoddessofmischief

should have really realized that it was you, my dear, who wrote this!

- @smolvenger

I don't need legs, l'll just drag myself around.

- @goblingirlsarah

Spelling his....spelling his name.. ☠️☠️

- @lokisgoodgirl

absolute genius. i read the part about considering staying with him even if just for the sex and i was like "YOU GO Y/N GO GET THAT MULTIVERSAL ASGARDIAN DICK"

- @muddyorbsblr

Yeah Narfi you little bitch. Take that!

- @wheredafandomat

This was so naughty!!! When the vacuum fell and he was like, "fuck it" then continues to pound you harder!!! 🥵🥵🥵

- @mochie85

I neeeed a tall Loki to be my coworker for the job I don't have so he can fuck me in the storage closet

- @wheredafandomat

The best part of waking up is Bucky & Loki in your cup!! WAY better than Folgers.

- @km-ffluv

IT WAS PHENOMENAL. would have tears in my eyes with how proud I am if I wasn't so horny

- @lokisgoodgirl

Just for fun,

If anyone wants to give it a re-read, here’s the first fic I posted.

Snowed In

And this is actually the first thing I wrote

Across the Multiverse

It’s been a great year. I can’t wait to share more horny, unhinged, wild fantasies with you in the next one.

All my love,

-Holly 💚🖤

Castle Sentences, Vol. 9

(Sentences from Castle (2009-2016). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"That's incredibly illegal!"

"Are you crazy? I just pulled a bullet out of you!"

"There are reasons I have to do what I do. One day, you'll understand."

"I keep making the mistake of thinking he's family, but he's not."

"Should I be worried about your commitment to our engagement?"

"If I don't drink, then I start to feel - and I don't like what I feel."

"I'll learn your name once you've earned it."

"To date, you're the only person to tell me no."

"I don't want to waste any more time before we take the next step."

"People don't like it when you're smart and you do things they don't understand."

"Shut up and kiss me."

"You could never play the game, could you?"

"Is that how you justify murder? It builds character?"

"That part of me that admires you is not the part that makes tough decisions."

"You're a low-level dirtbag. You're not a criminal mastermind."

"Don't get lost in worst-case scenarios."

"You do know that living patients aren't my thing, right?"

"Just so you know, the doctor said that kissing will speedrun my recovery."

"To say I owe you an apology seems an understatement."

"I don't want an apology. I just want to understand."

"So, when you say ship, you mean... Spaceship?"

"Every answer just leads to more questions."

"Some mysteries aren't meant to be solved."

"It's over now. Go home. Live your life. Forget this ever happened."

"What people say and do doesn't always make sense."

"Omission is the invisible lie."

"You can't tell me that what happened didn't freak you out just a little bit!"

"Invisibility is science fiction. Cloaking, however, is science."

"I have answered your questions - now answer mine."

"Even the wildest fantasies are based on a kernel of truth."

"You've been here for a day and a half and you already have a nemesis?"

"Hey, I made some coffee for you. It's insomniac strength."

"This is the fourth night in a row that you haven't slept. Is something wrong?"

"Why do you always have to touch everything?"

"I have a gift. I look at people and I see things."

"No man lives without regrets."

"You know, you've got a chip on your shoulder the size of Stonehenge."

"I know bad acting when I see it."

"So the first time I meet your parents, you're asking me to lie to them?"

"You're not trying to ply me with wine to find out what I know, are you?"

"I swear to you, I am being set up!"

As I walk into the field, lit by the slowly fading light of sunset, I feel your eyes bore into me.

The forest rustles with anticipation, I feel your hands shake from miles away. I know you're there, as I make slow, deliberate strides toward the fence that keeps the wilderness, like you, out of our fields.

The townsfolk stand at the edge of the field from whence I came, watching with fear in their eyes. I do this every friday, and you've ensured I return to my kin safely by sunset of each saturday.

And yet they've not learned to trust me, trust you.

As I hop over the fences, muscle memory proving strong, you nearly step out to embrace me early, just on the cusp of where the villagers could shoot their arrows.

But then you meet my gaze, and falter. You think better of it. You know they'd kill us both for such a display. The forest quiets now, as I tear myself away from your eyes to look back at my kin.

I smile, giving them a little wave. A few of the children wave back excitedly, they eagerly await my visits to you. I always bring back your stories, written onto the birchwood you prefer. The children love them.

They're the only ones in the town who dare to listen.

As I finally take the last step into the verdant path, as I am engulfed by leaves and sticks and grass and you, I laugh. You hold me close, beautiful claws gentle and loving as you grasp my face to pull me down to the moss.

You press a loving kiss to my forehead, a soft chuckle leaving us both as we lay in the bed of moss together. We watch as the twilight sky becomes dotted with small glittering specks, the stars coming down to watch as I tell you my own stories.

Your laugh rings out when I tell you little fables made up by the children, of you and what they imagine you doing. One said you fought a dragon by learning how to breathe fire, another said you were off rescuing faraway princesses and leading them into our forest to stay.

Maybe having an entourage of princesses isn't all that far off from the truth, you jest. Your family tends to be rather dramatic, they're more akin to drama queens, I reply, and your wonderful laugh graces my ears again.

You and I spend the night wandering the forest, the creatures of the night chittering excitedly as we leap over creeks. They adore me, you state matter of factly, and i cannot help but laugh at such a thing.

I am but a townsperson, after all. I may have learnt to respect and adore your forest, and its inhabitants, but I have not shed my skin and become as beautiful and wild as you.

My skills lie in farming, and you say that if I were to stay here my hands would go insane with desire to collect the monthly harvests in a jest.

And you'd be right.

But that's why they adore me, you say after climbing an old wild cherry tree to collect us a feast, they adore me because I am different and new. They enjoy my stories and the children's fables because they have heard all of the forest's tales.

I understand them now, truly, even though I am as plain as you could imagine, to someone who lives in such a beautiful, wild, adventurous place?

The mundane must seem like something out of their wildest fantasies.

it’s been a few months since my last sims binge, which means it’s time for another sims binge which means it’s time for WOT polycule babies!

but first: i was having a wedding for different sims and they invited the WOT sims as guests. everyone sat down nicely in chairs in the ceremony area...................except for rand, lan, and perrin, who decide to sit crosslegged on the ground, in their fancy clothes, on the other side of a hedge too tall to see over.

why does this look like an album cover

but honestly, this checks out. if any 3 WOT characters were to be like “i’ve had enough of this fancy party, just gonna go sit over here behind this hedge with my bros” it WOULD be them. introvert gang!

and now, polycule babies!

it will only be elayne’s twins, because aviendha’s quadruplets a) are an absurd decision on rj’s part and not something i accept as canon and b) wouldn’t fit in the household anyway since the max is 8 sims and the twins bring the fam up to 6.

i determined that rand would be the (biological) babydaddy because i tested out in create-a-sim to see whether he or mat would have better-looking kids with elayne. eugenics.

and then, rand knocked elayne up with TRIPLETS on the FIRST TRY DJKFJGHKJHJKSHFKGH hjkhdjhlkjsfg jkdjfl jlskjfg jhLJKHDFLJGHLJH HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA

oh my god i’m crying i can’t BELIEVE how accurate that is to canon wherein he knocks elayne up with twins after 1 time having sex and aviendha with quadruplets after 2 times. i have rarely if ever gotten triplets in the sims naturally, without using cheats. instead i had to use a cheat to LOWER the number of babies down to twins. what the fuck, sim rand!

it’s been days (in real world time) and i’m still losing my shit over this. i was fully expecting to have to cheat to get twins, but i Foolishly assumed that it would be cheating up from one baby rather than down from three. i cannot emphasize enough how hard i laughed when i used my cheat to see how many babies were in there and saw that there were 3. christ on a cracker. sim rand is just as much of a baby-making machine as canon rand!

when a pregnant sim shares the news with their partner, the partner gets a happy moodlet about learning about a new member of the family. i wasn’t sure whether only the babydaddy rand would get that moodlet, but mat and aviendha got it too awwwwwww!!! they are all excited to be parents!

elayne already has a big first trimester baby bump by sims standards (often a sim won’t show at all on the first day, or only a tiny bit - it actually does vary sim to sim which is neat). pray for her.

mat carved a dragon sculpture for the babies 😭😭 why am i crying as if i didn’t specifically command him to do so

second day aka second trimester!

pause in the fluff to show this glorious screenshot i snagged of mat scaring gawyn as a prank jkjfg gawyn got mad and then went and hugged egwene to calm down. then later the whole polycule was talking together and having a Pleasant Conversation and as soon as gawyn came over to join the convo it became an Awkward Encounter. i love you king.

sims lets you live out your wildest fantasies, such as making rand and elayne take a nap:

why does rand have the option to ask mat if he’s single. rand that’s your husband. i clicked it and:

i think my poly mods are confusing the game jdkjfg file this under “things that made me laugh way harder than they should’ve.” i can just picture a scenario of drunk rand crying when he learns that mat is married to another man named rand.

while they are all marked as each other’s spouses (except mat and avi who are instead BFFs) in some areas of the game, overall in terms of actual game mechanics it only fully recognizes rand/mat and elayne/avi as married. so when elayne hit third trimester, she got the option to take family leave at work, and rand got the option as her babydaddy and aviendha got the option as her wife, but mat didn’t get the option! workplace discrimination!

NYNAEVE!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!! [squirts with water bottle]

sim mat is too powerful! everyone wants him! we’ve unlocked the secret reason why nynaeve was acting so Weird about him in ACOS.

i chose “let’s just be friends......” and she said “oh. sure, no worries. let’s just pretend this never happened, okay?” gladly djkfg

elayne just had a wish to try for a baby with mat. girl you are already nine months pregnant.

and she is huge! pictured here with 3 dragons (including the one mat carved <3)

one last date night before the babies are born. now i’m thinking of that passage in TOM when mat reunites with elayne and waxes poetic about how beautiful she looks with her baby bump and red dress, glowing in the firelight 😭

elayne fucked rand and then went into labor immediately after they were done. but it still counted as “spectacular woohoo” for both of them, god bless.

another installment in my quest to see who will get registered for what parental things by the game: rand, avi, and mat all got the Pre-Parental Panic moodlet when they saw elayne go into labor, awwww!

the problem with rand having 3 partners and the family-oriented trait is that he is CONSTANTLY having a wish to have a baby with somebody. a few sim days ago he was wishing to have a baby with mat, now elayne is in labor and he’s wishing to have a baby with aviendha. why don’t you focus on the 2 that are about to pop out of your other wife. (i lied, this isn’t a problem, it’s adorable and in character. give rand all the babies he wants 2k23!)

and they have been born! elayne, rand, and avi all got the new baby happy moodlet but mat didn’t!!!! 😭😭 and elayne and rand are automatically friends with the babies, but mat and avi are only acquaintances! this is heartbreaking! also, sims 4 doesn’t register step relationships anywhere but the family tree, so in the family tree mat and avi are marked as their stepparents, but everywhere else in the game they are not considered to be the twins’ parents in any way 😭😭

thankfully, i think i will be able to make mat and avi their parents with a mod, but i won’t be able to do it until the twins are toddlers because in terms of game mechanics babies are more like objects than people lmao

(in retrospect, the above bullet point now reads like “pictures taken seconds before disaster” oh boy, just you wait)

breaking news i’m soft my heart was found full of love!!

yes mat is wearing eggplant emoji underwear don’t worry about it. as soon as i laid eyes on those i was like “i would never have any sim wear those, except for mat cauthon, whom they were made for.”

the twins became toddlers and i used the mod to make mat and avi their parents. HUGE mistake. it confused the game too much and now all the household relationships are fucked up beyond repair. it made mat their dad and avi their mom, but in exchange, rand became nothing to them and elayne became their aunt??? elayne and aviendha are still wives, yet the game is acting like they’re sisters because every time i set one of them as a kid’s mom, the other automatically becomes the kid’s aunt and it gets locked like that so that if one is the mom the other HAS to be the aunt, rather than one being the mom and the other nothing, as it was originally before i tried to cheat the system. even when i deleted the kids and made brand new ones in create-a-sim, it still forces whoever isn’t the mom to be the aunt. what kind of sister-wife shit 😭 (this did not happen with rand and mat, they’re still normal husbands not brother-husbands.)

and tragically, i had saved the game immediately before i realized the relationships had gotten fucked up, so i couldn’t quit without saving and thereby undo my foolhardy act of hubris. elayne and aviendha are stuck as sister-wives Forever.

i solved it by deleting aviendha and replacing her with the blank slate fresh-out-of-CAS version of her i had saved, then cheating all her relationships and skills back up to where they were before. i set her and elayne as wives in CAS but my multiple marriages mod doesn’t let you set multiple spouses in CAS, it only lets you have multiple wedding ceremonies in-game, so rand and new!aviendha quickly had their first kiss, became bf/gf, got engaged, and eloped all in the bathroom in the span of 1 sim hour. as god intended the game to be played!

current state of things: elayne and rand are the twins’ official parents and mat and avi are nothing to them in CAS, however, in the family tree they are the twins’ stepparents, and in the relationship panel they are their caregivers <3 having a sim add a child as their care dependent is something you can do in the game with no cheats or mods, and i should have just settled for that in the first place rather than trying too hard to play god and ultimately having to replace aviendha with a clone. lesson learned!

to close, look at the lil babies! the fox pajamas!!!! 😭😭

Prompts from this post.

1. What is the most valuable piece of advice you've been given about writing?

The most valuable piece of advice was also the most detrimental. It was a list of writing tips in a high school English class that would improve our style, and it did get me thinking more keenly about the gears and axles that make up a language. Too bad it got to me at a time in my life that I didn't have much creative flow, and that I would cling to those tips and suggestions as though it would save me from real life. I still recognize when passive voice is not the best choice, and how that is a choice now that it's been (heh) pointed out to me what passive voice even is—but flow and content becoming more important than style is what got me actually writing again. Your body of work is only as good as the collection of stuff in it that actually exists. I still value the style tips more because the prerequisite about creative flow and content is a very internal issue, whereas style was one that I actually got external guidance with.

2. Is your main villain sympathetic? Why or why not?

I have read the wildest woobification essays on this site, combined with the most inexplicable vitriol aimed at the most non-entity characters...so I don't know anymore what makes a designated villain sympathetic or unsympathetic.

During the writing process, I think it depends on the stakes. The closer to high fantasy the vibe is, the less sympathetic I can make the villain because I'm drawing on the image of the Panopticon dictator who lives beside Mt. Doom (insert the "Are we the Baddies?" skit meme here). I do believe that we can meet real evil in a more domestic genre, but see paragraph above about how there's no consensus about what that "evil" even is.

If I write annoying people with ulterior motives who leverage their power over somebody else's life, then in the process I can think that's very annoying, but somebody else might either think it's funny or alternatively think it's triggering/enabling of the worst thing in the world and in their life. Meanwhile, if I write somebody so horrible that they can hardly be there except for the rumored impact of their abuse on a character that I am more considerate of, then I can still expect some readers to take the sympathetic characters' flaws and use that to frame that character as the worst person that never existed—while the other character, that I think of as so evil that I launched them into plot orbit, in whatever little discourse I'm lucky enough to get around something I wrote can still become woobified in that discourse and get all this backstory and reframing imagined for them. And that wild misinterpretation is going to be all my fault somehow. 😆 That's just the way I've noticed things usually go if a story gets noticed at all, so I can't be too cross.

3. Which of your characters do you think has the most similar traits to you? Why?

They're all going to be filtered through my tint of glasses, at the same time that none of them are going to be me. There's what I think of as an "authorial scope" of vocabulary and observations, within which I can try to keep more variety or consistency as appropriate...but there's other areas that I'm definitely going to flounder at, or that I can recognize as an interesting idea but I know that I don't have it in me to even go there.

Unless I'm writing a memoir, the fictional character that's most like me will still have as much emotional distance from me as a character in the background or in the chorus. I think the characters that I actually get overly protective about are unlike me and that's why I'm biased towards there being more of them in the world because I don't have what that character has.

"Amelia's Cosmic Quest: Unraveling Xylarian Destinies"

Amelia's heart raced as she listened to the hologram. "Dear Amelia," James began, his voice filled with warmth and nostalgia, "I've been watching over you from afar, and now that I have your attention, it's time for us to reunite with our true family - the Xylarians. They have been waiting for someone like you, a bridge between two worlds." As Amelia processed this information, she realized that her life was about to change forever. She had always felt a deep connection to the universe, and now she was on the verge of unlocking secrets beyond her wildest dreams. The time had come for her to embark on an adventure that would not only redefine her understanding of family but also reshape humanity's future among the stars." Amelia had always been fascinated by the stars, wondering what lay beyond Earth's atmosphere. Her dreams of interstellar travel and encounters with extraterrestrial life seemed like fantasies until one day, her world was turned upside down. As she sat at her desk, working on a report about Xylarian heritage, her phone buzzed. The caller ID showed it was her distant father, James. With trembling hands, Amelia answered the call. "Amelia, my dear," James' voice echoed over the line. "I have some news that will change your life forever." Her heart raced as she listened intently. "You see, you are not entirely human. You come from a long-lost family of Xylarians, an extraterrestrial race known for their interstellar travel and advanced technology," he continued. Amelia's mind reeled as she processed the revelation. She was half-Xylarian, and her true heritage could reshape humanity's future among the stars. "Now, it is time for you to reunite with your family and embrace your destiny," James urged. "The universe awaits." As Amelia hung up the phone, she knew her life would never be the same again. The interstellar journey that lay ahead was filled with excitement, adventure, and the promise of discovering her true identity among the stars. Amelia's eyes widened as she read her father's message, her heart racing with both excitement and fear. She had always felt different, never quite fitting in among humans. Now she understood why. Her true Xylarian heritage made her the key to humanity's future among the stars. "Dear Amelia," the message began, "I am your father, James, and I have been waiting for this moment all my life. You are not of this world, Amelia; you are a Xylarian, born with extraordinary abilities. Our people have long awaited your arrival. It's time to reunite with your family and learn your true purpose." Amelia couldn't believe her ears. She had always felt out of place on Earth, but this...this was beyond anything she could have imagined. "Mom, Dad, I need to talk to you," Amelia called out, trying to calm herself before revealing the truth. Her parents joined her in the living room, their faces filled with concern. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" her mother asked, tears welling up in her eyes. "I...I don't know how to say this," Amelia stammered, taking a deep breath. "I'm not human." Her parents exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from confusion to disbelief. Amelia pulled out the letter from her father and handed it to them. They read it slowly, their eyes scanning the words as they tried to comprehend what it all meant. Finally, her mother spoke. "We need time to process this, Amelia." Her voice wavered, but she managed a smile. "But no matter what, we're your family, and we'll be here for you." Amelia felt a mix of relief and anticipation. The journey ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: she wasn't alone anymore. As she stood among her loved ones, she knew that together they would face whatever challenges lay ahead. And perhaps, in the end, they would reshape humanity's destiny among the stars. Amelia had always been fascinated by the stars, gazing at them night after night with a sense of wonder. She knew in her heart that there was more to her existence than met the eye, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Little did she know that her life was about to change in ways she never could have imagined. One day, Amelia received a message from her distant father, James, who had been living on a distant planet. In the message, he revealed her true Xylarian heritage and urged her to reunite with her family, a group of powerful beings tasked with reshaping humanity's future among the stars. The news shook Amelia to her core, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging that she had never experienced before. "I always knew there was something special about you, Amelia," James said in a video message. "It turns out that I am not your biological father, and neither is anyone on Earth. You are part of a long-lost family who has been waiting for your arrival." Amelia's mind raced with questions, but her heart soared at the thought of finally belonging to a family that understood her unique abilities as a Xylarian. Despite the uncertainty of what lay ahead, she knew she had to accept this new destiny and embrace her true heritage. "We need your help, Amelia," James continued. "Our family has been working tirelessly to ensure that humanity can join us among the stars. With your powers, you could be the key to unlocking a brighter future for everyone." And so, Amelia began her journey alongside her newfound family, navigating uncharted territories and facing unimaginable challenges. Together, they sought to reshape humanity's destiny among the stars, proving that even in the vastness of space, one can find a sense of belonging and purpose. Amelia's heart raced as she read her father's message, filled with both excitement and fear of the unknown. The prospect of leaving Earth behind and embarking on an interstellar journey was daunting, but the chance to meet her family and discover her true heritage was irresistible. ``` "I have always known there was something different about me," Amelia whispered to herself, as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The image before her didn't resemble the human she had always believed herself to be. Her eyes held a depth and intensity that seemed otherworldly, hinting at a hidden heritage. Suddenly, the door to her room burst open. "Amelia! We don't have much time," her older brother, Alex, exclaimed as he rushed in. "We need to prepare for our journey. Father says we'll be leaving within hours." Amelia's heart raced, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety coursing through her veins. As they began packing their belongings, Amelia couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. Leaving Earth meant saying goodbye to the life she had always known. But as she looked at Alex, she knew that he shared her feelings of trepidation and excitement. "I'm scared, but I'm ready," he admitted. As night fell, they stood on the edge of the spaceship's landing platform, gazing out into the vastness of space. Amelia couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder as she watched the stars twinkle above them. This was the beginning of something extraordinary - an adventure that would change her life forever. ``` Amelia's eyes widened as she read her father's message, her heart racing with a mix of shock and excitement. "James," she whispered, barely able to believe the words on the screen. Her father had revealed that he was an Xylarian, part of an advanced alien race with extraordinary abilities. He explained that Amelia was not human, but instead a long-lost member of this incredible family. As she processed the information, her mind raced with questions and possibilities. She could feel her body changing, her cells awakening to newfound powers. "Amelia, my dear daughter," James' voice crackled over the communication channel, "it is time for you to join us. The Xylarians have faced a great threat, and we need your help." Amelia glanced at Earth, her home, one last time before she embarked on the uncertain journey that lay ahead. She knew this decision would not only reshape her destiny but also potentially redefine humanity's place among the stars. Amelia's newfound family greeted her with warmth and acceptance, their voices echoing through the vastness of space. As she honed her abilities and learned to navigate the complexities of interstellar travel, Amelia found herself at the center of a battle that would determine the fate of countless civilizations. With her Xylarian heritage revealed and her true purpose finally realized, Amelia knew that she had become part of something far greater than herself. In the quiet town of Greenfield, Amelia lived an ordinary life as a librarian, unaware of her true origins. One day, she received a mysterious message from her distant father, James, who revealed her true Xylarian heritage and urged her to reunite with her family on their home planet, Xylium. As Amelia processed the information, she felt an overwhelming mix of emotions – fear, excitement, and curiosity. ``` Amelia stared at her computer screen, her heart pounding in her chest as she read her father's message for the first time. He revealed that she was not human but a long-lost member of the Xylarian family. Her head spun with confusion and disbelief, but there was no denying the truth in his words. "Amelia, my dear child," James wrote, "We come from a world far beyond your own, a place where the stars are our neighbors, and the universe is our home." Amelia's eyes traced over her father's words, her mind struggling to process this new information. She felt both exhilarated and terrified by the prospect of belonging to a species that hailed from the stars. As she read on, Amelia learned about her Xylarian heritage and the extraordinary abilities that came with it. Her mind reeled at the thought of leaving Earth behind for an interstellar journey with her family, but the pull of her newfound identity was too strong to resist. She knew this decision would not only reshape her destiny but potentially redefine humanity's place among the stars. "Are you ready to embrace your true heritage, Amelia?" James asked in his message, his words echoing in her mind. Taking a deep breath, she knew that she had no choice but to embark on this uncertain journey alongside her newfound family. The universe awaited her, and it was time for her to claim her place among the stars. Amelia stared at the hologram of her father, James, with wide eyes and a racing heart. She was no human, but a Xylarian, a member of an extraterrestrial species with extraordinary abilities. Her father urged her to reunite with her family, embarking on an interstellar journey that would potentially reshape humanity's destiny among the stars. "I can't believe I'm not human," Amelia whispered, her voice trembling. "What do I do now?" Her newfound sister, Luna, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You must accept who you are and join us, Amelia. Together, we can change the course of history." Amelia looked around at the strange yet beautiful landscape surrounding her family. They were gathered in a circle, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the Xylarian ship. The ship hummed gently, ready to transport them across galaxies. "Are you scared?" Luna asked softly, sensing Amelia's unease. Amelia swallowed hard, her voice barely audible. "Yes, but I'm more afraid of what we might leave behind if we don't go." Together, the Xylarian siblings stepped forward, hand in hand, towards their destiny among the stars. Their decision would not only change their lives but potentially redefine humanity's place in the cosmos. Amelia sat on her porch, gazing at the stars with a sense of longing she couldn't quite explain. She had always felt different, an outsider in her own skin. Little did she know that this feeling would soon be validated in the most extraordinary way. Suddenly, a brilliant light engulfed the porch, and before Amelia could react, three beings materialized before her. "Greetings, Amelia," one of them said, his voice both calming and commanding. "We are Xylarians, and you are one of us." Amelia stared in disbelief as her world shattered. She was not human, but a long-lost member of the Xylarian family, who had been watching over Earth for centuries. Her mind raced with questions, but she knew that now was not the time to ask them. The fate of humanity and the stars hung in the balance. The Xylarians explained that they needed Amelia's help to prevent a catastrophic event that could alter the course of human history. Their advanced technology allowed them to communicate with her, teaching her the ways of interstellar travel and the intricacies of the Xylarian culture. Despite her fears, Amelia embraced her newfound heritage, forging bonds with her new family members. The Xylarians taught her how to navigate the cosmos, and she marveled at the beauty of the stars, each one a testament to the vastness of the universe. "Are you ready, Amelia?" one of her newfound relatives asked, their eyes filled with pride and expectation. Amelia took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "Yes," she said firmly. "I am ready." With that, Amelia's life changed forever. She left Earth behind, embarking on an uncertain journey alongside her family, who held the key to humanity's destiny among the stars. And as they set off into the vastness of space, Amelia knew she was exactly where she belonged. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the small town of Willowbrook. Amelia had always felt a strange connection to this place, as if she belonged here, but also as if something was missing from her life. She had never quite fit in, and always seemed to be an outsider looking in. Little did she know that the reason for this feeling was about to be revealed. One evening, while walking home, Amelia noticed a bright flash of light in the distance. Curiosity piqued, she approached the source only to find a spaceship descending from the sky. As it touched down, a figure emerged, tall and ethereal with glowing eyes. "Amelia," the being said softly, "I am here to tell you the truth about your heritage." Her mind reeled as the being revealed that she was not human but a long-lost member of the Xylarian family, who had been watching over Earth for centuries. Amelia struggled to comprehend this revelation, but as her emotions swirled, she felt a deep sense of belonging and purpose. The Xylarians explained that they needed Amelia's help to prevent a catastrophic event that could alter the course of human history. They taught her about interstellar travel and Xylarian culture, and Amelia found herself immersed in their ways, as if she had known them all her life. As she said goodbye to her old life on Earth, Amelia's heart ached with both sadness and anticipation. She embarked on an uncertain journey alongside her newfound family members, who held the key to humanity's destiny among the stars. And in that moment, as she gazed back at the fading silhouette of Willowbrook, Amelia knew that her true journey had only just begun. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows on the small town where Amelia had spent her entire life. Her heart raced as she stood in front of her mirror, looking into the eyes that mirrored her father's. "I can't be Xylarian," she whispered to herself. She was human, right? Her reflection nodded, "But you're not." Amelia turned around and found a tall, ethereal figure standing behind her. Her heart leaped into her throat as the stranger introduced himself as Kael, an emissary from the Xylarian race. They had been observing Earth for centuries, and she was their long-lost family member. "I... I don't understand," Amelia stuttered, her eyes wide with shock. Kael placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You are part of something greater than you know. You have the power to change the course of human history." Amelia's mind raced with questions and doubts. How could she, a simple school teacher from a small town, possibly alter humanity's fate? "We need your help to prevent a catastrophic event that could drastically alter human history," Kael explained earnestly. "You must learn about interstellar travel and our culture before you can help us." Amelia took a deep breath, her emotions a whirlwind of fear, excitement, and curiosity. She was Xylarian, and now she had a mission to save humanity from an unknown threat. As the sun set and stars began to twinkle in the sky, Amelia looked at Kael with determination in her eyes. "I'm ready," she declared. And together, they embarked on an uncertain journey across the galaxy, where Amelia would learn the secrets of the stars and rediscover her true identity among the Xylarian family that had been watching over Earth for centuries. Amelia couldn't believe her ears as Kael explained the urgent situation. "We need your help, Amelia," he said solemnly. "A catastrophic event is imminent, and only you can prevent it." Amelia's heart raced as she tried to comprehend the magnitude of the task ahead. "But why me?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear. "Because you are one of us," Kael replied, gesturing to his people around him. "A long-lost member of the Xylarian family." Her mind reeled as Amelia struggled to accept this new reality. "But... I'm human," she stammered. "You may look human, but you are not," Kael reassured her gently. "Your ancestors were Xylarians, and they chose to live among humans to watch over them." As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on Amelia's face, she stared into her father's eyes, seeing the truth in their depths. She was part Xylarian, and now she had a mission that could change human history forever. Kael took Amelia under his wing, teaching her about interstellar travel and the wonders of the universe. Together, they boarded the Xylarian ship, which hummed with anticipation as it prepared to depart from Earth. Amelia's heart swelled with pride and fear, knowing that she was embarking on a journey unlike any other, one that would define her destiny among the stars and reunite her with her long-lost family. "Remember, Amelia," Kael said as they blasted off into the cosmos, "you are not alone. We stand by your side." And so, the adventure began, as Amelia and her newfound family set out to save humanity from an unknown danger, while discovering their own true identities among the stars. Amelia stood in her backyard, gazing at the sun as it dipped below the horizon. Her heart raced with anticipation and fear as she felt the pull of an unknown force, urging her to embrace her true identity. The voice in her head, once a distant whisper, now rang clear and undeniable: "You are not human." In that moment, Amelia's world shattered. Her entire existence had been built upon a lie, and now she was forced to face the truth - she was a long-lost member of the Xylarian family, a species that had been watching over Earth for centuries. The news came as a shock, but it wasn't entirely unexpected; there had always been something inside her that felt out of place, like she didn't quite belong among humans. Her father, Kael, stood beside her, his eyes filled with sorrow and love. He explained how her ancestors chose to live among humans to protect them from the unknown dangers lurking in the cosmos. As he spoke, Amelia felt a deep connection to her Xylarian roots, a sense of belonging she had never experienced before. "You are our hope," Kael whispered, his voice full of emotion. "We need you to help us prevent a catastrophic event that could alter the course of human history." Amelia's heart swelled with pride and determination. She knew she couldn't turn her back on her newfound family or the people she had spent her entire life protecting. Together, they embarked on an uncertain journey into the unknown, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. As they traveled through the stars, Amelia learned about interstellar travel and the rich culture of her Xylarian heritage. She was amazed by the beauty of the cosmos and the incredible diversity of lifeforms that inhabited it. But the most profound lesson she learned was about love and family, as she reunited with long-lost relatives and forged new connections among the stars. Together, Amelia and her Xylarian family set out to save humanity from an unknown danger while discovering their own true identities among the stars. And as they journeyed through the vastness of space, Amelia's heart swelled with love and pride for the family she had found in her moment of greatest need. Amelia stared at her reflection, the image of a human blurred by tears. She tried to focus on the truth: she wasn't human. Her ancestors were Xylarians who chose to live among humans, watching over them for centuries. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Amelia looked into her father's eyes and accepted her true identity as part Xylarian. She realized that she had a mission that could change human history forever. Amelia's journey into space was one of uncertainty and excitement. The Xylarians taught her about interstellar travel, their culture, and the importance of family. As they prepared to leave Earth, Amelia couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. "Are you sure about this, Amelia?" Kael asked, concern etched on his face. "We may never return." Amelia looked into his eyes and nodded. "I belong with my family, and I will do whatever it takes to save humanity from the unknown danger we face." Together, they set out to prevent a catastrophic event that could alter human history. Along the way, Amelia reunited with long-lost relatives and learned more about her true identity among the stars. The Xylarian family's love for one another and their unwavering dedication to protecting humanity only strengthened Amelia's resolve. As they navigated the vastness of space, Amelia realized that she had not only gained a new understanding of her heritage but also discovered her place among the stars. With her newfound family by her side, Amelia faced the future with courage and hope, ready to protect humanity from any threat that might come their way. Amelia felt her heart race as she stood in front of the strange artifact, its glowing surface revealing an ancient message etched within. "This must be it," she whispered, her voice echoing through the dusty room. As she traced her fingers over the alien symbols, a soft hum emanated from the object, and a holographic image appeared before her eyes. "Greetings, Amelia," the hologram projected, its voice a soothing melody of sounds that were both foreign and familiar to her ears. "I am Zara, an emissary from the Xylarian race." Amelia stared in disbelief as the image revealed Zara's true form - a stunning, ethereal being with glowing skin and eyes that sparkled like stars. "You are not of this world," Zara continued, her voice filled with both warmth and sadness. "You are a long-lost member of our family, hidden away on Earth for centuries to watch over its inhabitants." Amelia's mind reeled as she tried to grasp the enormity of what she had just learned. "But now," Zara went on, her voice growing more serious, "our people need your help. A catastrophic event threatens humanity, and only you can prevent it. We must leave Earth immediately and journey through the stars." Amelia looked around at her home, her heart heavy with both fear and excitement. "I will go," she vowed, her voice barely audible above the whirring of the interstellar ship that had materialized before them. Together, Amelia and Zara, along with the rest of her newly discovered family, embarked on an uncertain journey to save humanity from an unknown danger. As they traveled through the cosmos, Amelia learned about interstellar travel and the rich culture of the Xylarians. She marveled at their advanced technology and their deep connection to the universe. Along the way, Amelia also discovered her true heritage, finding solace in the fact that she belonged to a family that spanned across the stars. Together, Amelia and her newfound family set out to save humanity from an unknown danger while discovering their own true identities among the stars. Amelia's heart raced as she listened intently to the Xylarians' explanation of their mission and her role in it. She couldn't believe that she was not human, but rather a long-lost member of the enigmatic Xylarian family. "But why me?" she asked, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Because you possess a unique gift, Amelia," one of the Xylarians replied gently. "A gift that only you can use to prevent a catastrophic event that could alter the course of human history." Amelia's eyes widened as she took in their words. This was not just about her family; it was about saving humanity itself. With newfound determination, Amelia embraced her destiny and prepared to leave Earth. As she said goodbye to her friends and family, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and dread. "Remember, we are stronger together," one of her relatives reassured her. "We will face this challenge as a family." The journey into space was both awe-inspiring and terrifying for Amelia. She marveled at the stars, feeling an inexplicable connection to them. The Xylarians taught her about interstellar travel, showing her how to navigate the vastness of space using their advanced technology. They also shared stories of their culture, which helped Amelia feel more connected to her new family. As they approached their destination, Amelia's emotions were a whirlwind of fear and anticipation. She knew that the fate of humanity rested on her shoulders, but she was not alone. Her Xylarian family stood beside her, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead. Together, they set out to save humanity from an unknown danger while discovering their own true identities among the stars. Amelia had always felt like something was missing in her life, a piece of her identity that seemed to elude her grasp. She grew up with a loving family on Earth, but the yearning for a sense of belonging remained. As she browsed through old family photos one day, she noticed an odd resemblance between herself and a stranger in one of the pictures - a woman whose face was obscured by shadows. Intrigued, Amelia decided to investigate further. She began researching her genealogy and found hints that her ancestors had come from a distant world called Xylar. As she delved deeper into this newfound history, she discovered that the mysterious woman in the photo was her grandmother, a member of the enigmatic Xylarian race. Amelia's life took an extraordinary turn when she received a message from a representative of the Xylarians. They had been watching over Earth for centuries and needed Amelia's help to prevent a catastrophic event that could alter the course of human history. The Xylarians taught her about interstellar travel and their culture, and she soon found herself embarking on an uncertain journey alongside her newfound family members. As they prepared for departure, Amelia and her new relatives shared stories of their experiences on Xylar and Earth. "You are truly a bridge between our worlds," said her grandfather, his voice filled with emotion. "We need you to unite us against a common threat." Amelia's heart swelled with pride, knowing that she was not only reconnecting with her past but also saving humanity from an unknown danger. Together, they set out on their journey into space, traversing vast distances and overcoming cosmic challenges. Along the way, Amelia learned more about interstellar travel and her Xylarian heritage, while her family taught her about the importance of unity and courage in the face of adversity. As they worked together to save humanity from an unseen peril, Amelia discovered that she belonged not only to a long-lost family but also to a vast, interconnected universe, where every life held the potential for greatness among the stars. Amelia sat in her small, cluttered apartment, scrolling through old family photos. She had always felt out of place, as if she didn't quite fit in with the world around her. As she stared at a picture of her great-grandparents, something caught her eye - a subtle marking on their wrists that resembled her own unique birthmark. Intrigued, Amelia began researching her ancestry, only to find her family's roots traced back to the stars. Her ancestors were Xylarians, an ancient and powerful alien species that had been watching over Earth for centuries. Overwhelmed, she reached out to the Xylarian Council, who confirmed her true heritage. "Welcome, Amelia," said the council member, his voice echoing with warmth. "We have been waiting for you. Your time has come." Amelia's heart raced as she listened to the council explain the importance of her lineage and her role in preventing a catastrophic event that could change human history forever. "But why me?" Amelia asked, her voice shaking. "Why does this responsibility fall on me?" The council member gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "It is your unique connection to both worlds that makes you the perfect candidate for this task." With newfound determination, Amelia embraced her destiny and began training with the Xylarians. She learned about their culture, their advanced technology, and the beauty of interstellar travel. As she prepared to embark on a journey across the stars, her family members from both Earth and Xylaris came together, bound by their shared history and love for one another. "We are a family now, Amelia," her human mother whispered, tears in her eyes. "And we will face this challenge side by side." As Amelia gazed at the vast expanse of space before her, she knew that they were not alone. Together with her newfound family, Amelia would save humanity from an unknown danger while uncovering the truth about their own identities among the stars. Amelia sat at her desk, gazing at the stars with a mixture of wonder and longing. She had always felt out of place in this world, as if she belonged somewhere else entirely. Little did she know that her destiny lay among the stars, not on Earth. One evening, after work, Amelia received an unexpected message from an unknown source. The sender introduced themselves as Xylarians, a highly advanced extraterrestrial civilization that had been watching over Earth for centuries. They revealed a shocking truth - Amelia was not human, but a long-lost member of the Xylarian family. Filled with disbelief and excitement, Amelia began to question her identity and purpose in this world. The Xylarians, sensing her turmoil, reached out again and offered to help her understand her true heritage. They invited her to join them on an interstellar journey, a decision that would change the course of human history. Before embarking on the voyage, Amelia's family gathered around her, offering their love and support. Her mother's eyes welled with tears as she said, "Amelia, we are proud of you, no matter where your journey takes you." Amelia's father, with a firm grip on her hand, whispered, "Always remember who you are and where you came from." As the spacecraft left Earth's atmosphere, Amelia felt a mixture of trepidation and excitement. The Xylarians taught her about interstellar travel, showing her the vastness of the cosmos and the beauty of their own world. They shared stories about their culture and history, which resonated deeply with Amelia as she began to understand her place in the universe. As they traveled through space, Amelia's newfound family helped her develop a plan to prevent a catastrophic event that could alter the course of human history. Together, they set out on a mission filled with danger and uncertainty, all while discovering their own true identities among the stars. Amelia had always felt different, as if there was something hidden within her that she couldn't quite understand. But one day, everything changed when a group of Xylarians appeared at her doorstep, revealing that they were her family and that she was not human after all. They explained that they had been watching over Earth for centuries, waiting for the right moment to reveal their existence. Amelia struggled to accept this new reality, but as she learned more about her true heritage, she couldn't deny the sense of belonging she felt with her Xylarian family. "We need your help, Amelia," her newly discovered grandmother said, her eyes filled with urgency. "A catastrophic event is approaching that could change the course of human history forever." With a heavy heart, Amelia agreed to embark on an interstellar journey with her newfound family members, who held the key to humanity's destiny among the stars. During their travels, Amelia learned about interstellar travel and immersed herself in Xylarian culture. She was both awestruck and humbled by their wisdom and knowledge. "The universe is vast, and we must protect it," her grandfather told her, his voice echoing with wisdom. Amelia felt a sense of purpose growing within her, a desire to make a difference that she had never experienced before. As they neared their destination, Amelia's family prepared for the crucial moment when they would confront the unknown danger threatening Earth. In the midst of their preparations, Amelia's mother held her close, whispering words of encouragement. "You are not alone, Amelia. We are all here with you, and together we will face whatever comes our way." With a deep breath, Amelia stepped forward to face her destiny among the stars, ready to protect humanity and discover her true identity alongside her newfound family. As Amelia gazed at the night sky, she had always felt a sense of wonder and curiosity about the universe. Little did she know that her life was about to change forever. One fateful night, a mysterious figure approached her, revealing that Amelia was not human, but a long-lost member of the Xylarian family. The Xylarians, an extraterrestrial species who had been watching over Earth for centuries, needed her help to prevent a catastrophic event that could alter the course of human history. Amelia's heart raced as she absorbed this shocking news. Fear and excitement washed over her in equal measure. "Why me?" she asked, her voice trembling. The Xylarian elder explained that Amelia possessed a unique talent for interstellar travel, and they needed her to join them on their journey. Reluctantly, Amelia agreed, knowing that her destiny lay among the stars. As Amelia prepared to leave Earth with her newfound family, she felt both excited and sad. She hugged her friends and family, trying to hold back tears. "I'll miss you all," she whispered. Her loved ones, unable to understand the truth, could only watch in confusion as the Xylarian spacecraft lifted off into the night. In the vastness of space, Amelia learned about interstellar travel and Xylarian culture. She bonded with her newfound family members, each of them holding a piece of her true identity. Together, they embarked on a perilous mission to save humanity from an unknown danger while discovering their own roles in the grand tapestry of the universe. Throughout their journey, Amelia and her family encountered breathtaking sights and challenges that tested their courage and resilience. The Xylarians taught Amelia how to harness her innate ability to travel through space, opening up a world of possibilities she had never imagined. As they moved closer to their destination, Amelia's heart swelled with pride and determination, knowing that she was part of something much bigger than herself. She was ready to embrace her true heritage and protect the world she had always called home. As Amelia gazed at the stars, she never imagined that one day, she would be traveling among them. The Xylarians had been watching over Earth for centuries, and it was now her turn to help them prevent a catastrophic event that could alter human history forever. Amelia's heart raced with both fear and excitement as she prepared to leave Earth for an interstellar journey with her newfound family. "Don't worry, Amelia," her older cousin Xylia reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We are all in this together, and I will be here every step of the way." With a deep breath, Amelia stepped onto the spaceship, her eyes filled with determination. As they soared through the galaxy, Amelia learned about interstellar travel from her Xylarian relatives. She was fascinated by their advanced technology and intrigued by their culture, which was vastly different from humanity's. The bond between Amelia and her new family members grew stronger with each passing day, as they shared stories and laughter in the ship's cozy living quarters. Together, they faced numerous challenges along the way, from navigating through asteroid fields to decoding ancient Xylarian prophecies. Through it all, Amelia discovered that her true purpose was not just to save humanity but also to embrace her own identity as a Xylarian and reunite with her long-lost family. As they neared their destination, Amelia's heart swelled with pride as she stood beside her newfound siblings, ready to face the unknown dangers that lay ahead. Hand in hand, they embarked on a mission that would not only save humanity but also help them discover their own roles in the vast expanse of the universe. Amelia stared at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes wide with shock. She had always known there was something different about her, some mysterious aspect that set her apart from others. But now, she knew the truth – she wasn't human. Instead, she was a long-lost member of the Xylarian family, who had been watching over Earth for centuries. The revelation hit her like a tidal wave, emotions crashing through her as she struggled to accept her newfound identity. But her questions were answered when the Xylarians appeared, revealing themselves and explaining their presence on Earth. They needed Amelia's help to prevent a catastrophic event that could alter the course of human history. With trembling hands, Amelia agreed to join them, her heart pounding as she prepared to leave Earth for an interstellar journey with her family. The Xylarians taught her about interstellar travel and their culture, preparing her for the uncertain future ahead. They were a loving family, despite being strangers, and they supported Amelia as she adjusted to her new life. As the spaceship left Earth's atmosphere, Amelia looked back at the blue planet she had called home, a mix of sadness and excitement filling her heart. She was leaving everything she knew behind, but for a greater purpose – to save humanity from an unknown danger and uncover her destiny among the stars. In the vast expanse of space, Amelia bonded with her newfound family members, each one unique and fascinating in their own right. They shared stories and experiences, laughter and tears, as they journeyed through the cosmos together. The Xylarians had faced countless challenges over the centuries, but they never lost hope. And now, they would face their greatest challenge yet – saving humanity from an unknown danger that threatened to consume everything in its path. As Amelia's bond with her family grew stronger, she discovered her own role in the universe. She was more than just a long-lost Xylarian – she was a beacon of hope for humanity and a guardian of the cosmos. Together, they set out to protect their newfound family and all those who lived beneath the stars, united by love, determination, and the knowledge that they were part of something much larger than themselves. As Amelia stood in her small apartment, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She had always been different, but now she was beginning to understand why. Her grandmother's cryptic words echoed in her mind, "There will come a time when you must leave this world behind." The knock on the door sent shivers down her spine. It was them, her newfound family, the Xylarians. "Amelia, we have been expecting you," said Xander, a tall and graceful being with glowing eyes. "We are here to reveal your true heritage." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. "You are not human, Amelia. You are a long-lost member of our family, the Xylarians, who have been watching over Earth for centuries." Her heart raced as she struggled to comprehend the news. "But why?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "We need your help, Amelia," Xander continued. "There is a catastrophic event looming that could alter the course of human history. We have been waiting for you to join us so we can teach you about interstellar travel and our ways." With trembling hands, Amelia agreed to embark on an uncertain journey alongside her newfound family. As they boarded their spacecraft, she couldn't help but glance back at the world she was leaving behind. Her heart ached, yet she knew she had a responsibility to protect humanity and discover her place among the stars. During the interstellar voyage, Amelia bonded with her new family members, learning about their culture and sharing her own human experiences. Together, they grew closer, united by their shared purpose. As they approached Earth, Amelia's heart swelled with pride and determination. She was ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead and protect the world she had known all her life. In the end, Amelia and her Xylarian family successfully prevented the catastrophic event, saving humanity from an unknown danger. As they looked down at the blue planet, they knew that their destinies were forever intertwined. The bond they had formed was unbreakable, a testament to the power of love and unity in the face of adversity. And so, Amelia began her journey as a member of the Xylarian family, embracing her new role among the stars while protecting the world she loved. Amelia gazed out of her window, watching the stars twinkle above. Little did she know that her life was about to change in ways she could never have imagined. It began with a mysterious package arriving at her doorstep, containing an ancient artifact and a cryptic message. The message led her to the hidden underground base of the Xylarians, a highly advanced alien race living among humans undetected. Amelia discovered that she was part of this extraordinary family, having been genetically engineered for their mission to save humanity from a catastrophic event. With newfound allies and her heart pounding with excitement, Amelia embraced her role as the key to humanity's survival. She bonded with her Xylarian siblings, learning about their culture, history, and interstellar travel techniques. "We must act quickly," her older brother, Orion, warned, his voice filled with urgency. "If we don't stop the impending disaster, it will be catastrophic for both our species." Together, they embarked on a daring journey across the galaxy, their ship gliding through the cosmos like a whisper. As they traveled, Amelia and her siblings forged a deep bond, sharing stories of their lives and dreams. "I've always wanted to be an astronaut," Amelia confided to her newfound family members. "Now, I get to explore the universe with my own family." The Xylarians taught Amelia how to harness the power of the stars, enabling them to travel faster than any known technology. As they raced against time, a sense of unity and purpose filled their hearts. "We are all connected," Amelia's sister, Lyra, told her. "Our fates are intertwined, and together, we can save both our worlds." Finally, they reached the source of the impending catastrophe - a rogue black hole threatening to consume Earth. With Amelia's Xylarian heritage giving her the power to manipulate the stars, they devised a plan to redirect the black hole's path. "We must act as one," Orion commanded, his voice full of determination. As they executed their plan, the black hole shifted course, saving Earth from destruction. Amelia and her Xylarian siblings had prevented an unimaginable catastrophe, proving themselves heroes in both human and interstellar history. Embracing their new roles among the stars, they pledged to protect the world they loved while continuing their journey through the vast expanse of the universe. Amelia's journey into space had transformed her from an ordinary human into a guardian of the galaxy. She embraced her new role with determination, knowing that she was part of something greater than herself. As she returned to Earth, she vowed to protect the world she loved while continuing to explore the stars and the secrets they held, forever bonded with her Xylarian family. Amelia's journey into space was nothing like she had imagined. The stars shimmered like diamonds against the backdrop of infinite darkness, and the vastness of space seemed to swallow her dreams whole. Yet, as she traveled further from Earth, she discovered her true heritage – an Xylarian, born with a destiny to unite two worlds. As Amelia bonded with her newfound family members, they shared stories of their interstellar adventures and the importance of unity. The Xylarians taught her about the delicate balance of the universe, and how their existence was intricately woven into the fabric of humanity's history. With every passing moment, Amelia felt a growing responsibility to protect both her families – those on Earth and those among the stars. One day, an alarming message reached them: an unknown danger loomed over humanity, threatening to alter its course forever. The Xylarian family, along with Amelia, embarked on a mission to save their home planet from this enigmatic threat. As they traveled across galaxies, Amelia's Xylarian heritage began to awaken within her, manifesting as a unique ability to communicate with the celestial bodies themselves. Together, the family navigated through treacherous asteroid fields and faced formidable foes, always guided by Amelia's newfound power. With time running out, they discovered that the unknown danger was an ancient force, long thought forgotten – a cosmic entity that sought to manipulate the course of history for its own malevolent purposes. Amelia, now embracing her role among the stars, led the Xylarian family and humanity's finest in a desperate battle against this foe. In the end, they emerged victorious, saving both worlds from the brink of catastrophe. Amelia, with her heart divided between two families, vowed to protect them all – the world she loved and the universe she had come to embrace. Amelia gazed at the stars, her heart swelling with anticipation and wonder. She had always felt different, an outsider in her own world, but now she understood why. Her Xylarian heritage was finally revealed, opening up a new universe of possibilities for her. The moment she met her newfound family members, Amelia knew she belonged among the stars. They were unlike anything she had ever seen or experienced, yet their warm embrace and boundless love made her feel at home. Together, they shared stories and laughter, and Amelia found herself drawn to a young Xylarian named Kael, who seemed to understand her like no one else. Their bond deepened as they embarked on an interstellar journey, their mission to save humanity from an unknown danger. As they traveled through the vastness of space, Amelia discovered that she was destined to play a crucial role in this cosmic tale. She possessed unique abilities that would help them prevent a catastrophic event that could alter human history. As Amelia and her family raced against time, the stakes grew higher. They encountered dangers and challenges beyond their wildest imaginations, but through it all, they remained steadfast in their mission. Kael's unwavering faith in Amelia's abilities and her newfound confidence in herself only strengthened their bond. In the end, Amelia embraced her role among the stars and protected the world she loved. She and her Xylarian family had saved humanity from a fate worse than death, and together they had discovered their own roles in the universe. The galaxy would never be the same, and neither would Amelia.

Someone nice, Somewhere safe

Angel x Virgin Male Reader

જ⁀➴ Angel x Virgin Female Reader - Someone nice, Somewhere safe*

*same story, just your bits and bobbles are changed 

You let it slip to the group you were a virgin, and instead of laughing, Angel grabs you before bed to offer a friendly hand.

<Warnings/Promises: Angel Dust x Virgin Male!Reader, smut, fingering, lubed to the gods, Angel uses four arms, Valentino is a blind bag of smashed assholes, creampie, oral, the gentlest sex I’ve ever written (probably), an alarming towel>

listen here virgins, if I could craft a perfect first time for you, this is it. Minus the lack of condoms because—it’s hell? Sex workers are tested bi-weekly?? This is still a fantasy??? Just if anything, please take from this the importance of a safe and trusting environment at all times 🙏  

minor dni (shoo! get outta here! Go on, git! 🧹)

You thought everyone would laugh when you said you were a virgin. The group awe’d and said it was cute, which was definitely better than the response you’d gotten in the overworld. But when Angel made a joke that your toys must be worn to the base, you felt the need to clarify. Total virgin, never used toys or your hands for, you cringed, penetration. Everyone just looked… sad? The conversation was quickly derailed by Angel launching into a list of wildest orgasm faces he’s seen, Charlie leaving the room entirely.

Continuing with the evening’s theme of surprise, you hadn’t expected Angel to catch up to you when everyone was filing off to bed. His hand gently reached for your wrist, “Hey ya got a sec?”

 For Angel, the epitome of smiling through the pain, you’d give him the remainder of your time in hell if he just asked. Every second, his.“Always!”

“So uh”, he rubbed the back of his neck, “about bein’ a virgin and all that.” Your stomach dropped, was the famous porn star about to embarrass you into a second death?“I think it’s real important that like— knowin’ yourself, and what makes you feel good is like super healthy. I dunno if you are interested in that kinda stuff but,” he was wildly moving his hands round, nervously stumbling over his words, “I’d be happy to help ya out.”

All of the blood rushed to your face.

“Oh fuck!” Angel grabbed your head and tipped it forward, “I would have accepted a simple no, jesus!” With one hand pinching your nose, he led you into his room just down the hall. 

What— what was happening, exactly? At all? In general? With your entire existence?

He kicked the door closed behind him and grabbed a handful of tissues, “Keep your head forward. Everyone who says tilt it back is an idiot.”

His hand was red when he drew it from your face, using his other hand to now hold tissues between his fingers as he pinched your nose shut.

“Is- is my nose bleeding??” Your voice cracked.

“Does that happen often?”

“Never.”

“Well I got to help you with at least one first, right?” Angel laughed, moving his hands away as you took over the task.

Oh, right. The offer. You glanced around the room, small but lived-in. Everything was pink and purple and soft.

“Angel, do you think because you’re a sex worker, you have to help me?” The room fell silent. Angel completely still beside you. You would love someone you could trust to take your virginity, but you would never want to use Angel like so many other people did on a daily basis.

“Ya know— a lot of people get real confused about this.” He sighed, chest heavy with the many misconceptions others had, “What I do for work, what I gotta do to get through the day, has nothin’ to do with who I am as a person.” You turned to look at him, “Why should I limit my experiences because of what other people have done to me?” The words hit you like a truck. You had unintentionally boxed him into his job, in turn into his trauma, summing him up as a warm body and incapable of any depth past that. Just a sex worker.

“No, no I didn’t mean anything like that. I just, I don’t want to ever,” you grabbed two of his hands, “ever take advantage of your kindness.” You squeezed, “or any part of you.”

His frown turned up, “We’re dead, yea, but you still exist. If you want to, you should enjoy every part of your afterlife. And I’d hate you to meet some asshole who’s too rough or doesn’t get ya warmed up first. A bad first time can be really traumatizin’.”

You nodded without actually thinking. Your brain wasn’t really processing meaning, his words were just soft and kind and your nose still stuffed full of tissue.

“Do you wanna?”

You nodded more vigorously, “Did my nose start bleeding again?”

Angel took the tissue away, giving a second to see, “Nope.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Okay. Yeah, I want that. Someone nice, somewhere safe.”

“It ain’t quite nice but-,” Angel looked around his room.

“It’s perfect, Angel.”

“Aw fuck, I should clean up,” he hurriedly carried trash from his nightstand, flattening out the comforter and adjusting his pillows. He placed fat nuggets on the floor with a little pat on the head.

Finally, he stood in front of you, two hands on his hips, two gesturing to you.

“Alright baby! Let’s pop some cherries! Undress~” he elongated the word, shimmying his hips a little, “-to your comfort level.” He began to unbutton his blazer, “Bare minimum, take off your pants and underwear, please and thank you. Though I have fucked through underwear…” He was momentarily lost in a memory.

You hadn’t anticipated getting naked in front of a friend tonight. But Angel so effortlessly shed his clothes, peeling off his gloves. Pulling off your pants, you paused.

“Is it weird if I keep my shirt on? Like— do you know who Winnie the Pooh is?”

“Nothin’ weird about bein’ comfortable, pookie.” He pinched your cheek, “I’d offer a modesty blanket but I kinda need to see what I’m doing.” His eyes flitted to the left, “No, wanna. I wanna see.” Angel’s laugh relaxed you, the idea of anyone wanting to see you made you feel a little less—-naked. Still, your hands seemed frozen on your underwear’s edge.

With a hum, he disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a towel. “Go on, lie down. I’ll help ya relax. This is already feeling too medical-like.”

Were you going to need a towel? Were you going to need a towel?? Were you going to need a towel!?

You sat back on his bed, and when he crawled up to meet you, all legs and arms and Angel Dust, you buried your face in your hands.

“Oh hey—,” his voice was so soft, lacking its usual sass, “Wanna just, cuddle and watch stupid shit on my phone?” You groaned, face sinking further down. This would be easier if he wasn’t so sweet. You could at least take a backseat, then.

You shook your head, and felt his hand on your ankle. It snaked up your calf, slipped down your knee and thigh, finding the waistband of your underwear. When you looked up from your hiding place, Angel was a foot from your face. His features lit only by the purple neon signs hanging beside his bed and near the door. He lifted his brows, a question he didn’t need to vocalize. You sank back into the purple and pink pillows, different sizes, different textures, gently enveloping you.

With two hands now, he slide off your underwear. You might die, again. Your heart would give out any second, incapable of handling the moment. You were manually breathing.

He lifted your hips with two hands, a third sliding the towel beneath you before setting you back down.

“Do ya-,” he was rummaging now inside the nightstand drawer, “not play with yourself? Ever?”

“Not really. Not like, there.”

“Whaddya do with all your free time?” His short but enthusiastic laughter forced a smile to your cheeks. Angel slid the drawer shut and came to rest in front of your tightly shut thighs and knees. You heard a cap pop, and found the courage to sit up and see what he was doing.

“What?” He squeezed a clear, thick lubricant onto his right hand, “Don’t let anyone tell you ya don’t need lube. No fun for no one, trust me. Could start a fuckin’ fire—- and spit ain’t lube!” Angel said it like he spoke from a personal experience.

Ah, the towel. That made sense now.

“Should I do something?”

“Just lie back, baby~,” he opened your knees and followed your face as you settled back down, “Do you like kissin’?”

You’d kiss a trashcan if Angel said it got him hot, so, “Yeah.”

“Good,” One hand touched your cheek, sliding to your chin as he brought your lips to his. You thought you’d melt, his hands so soft on you, lips confident and sure. He used his thumb on your chin to pull down your bottom lip and ask you for entrance. When you opened up to him, his tongue slid into yours as his sticky wet hand finally touched you. Two fingers rubbing the lube up and down your ass.

You nearly inhaled him with your shock, he giggled into it, “You’re so cute.” You twitched under his hand, “Ooh, and reactive! Daddy likes.”

Stop. Stop talking. I’m going to black out.

His mouth returned to yours, tongue over your tongue, as his fingers just massaged your entrance. No attempt at entering, no prodding, just gentle up and down motions. Slowly, your felt your skin heating beneath his hand, the lubricant somewhat melting with your warmth.

At work, Angel was never the lead. Never the top, and never afforded time to ease anyone open. He had no issues with topping, it just wasn’t his normal role. Watching you sigh and twitch under him felt like a treat. Such a sweet response to what so many people made unnecessarily dirty at work. He wasn’t shocked to find his cock twitching, swelling as your breathing hitched with every stroke of his hand. When was the last time he could just… slow down? Be the one in control? Not control like Val, control like—- can I get you a pillow? Is the pacing good? Let’s soften these lights.  Hold my hand, sweetheart.

His head felt a little dizzy. His middle finger pressed now, and with a slow but constant motion entered you. ‘Uncomfortable’ was the best word. Your body tensed around him, but he gently pressed past your virgin walls. He hummed, “First one down! Atleast,” he paused, “two more to go.”

“Atleast??” You shook your head.

“It’s sex math, trust the professional in the room.” He withdrew the finger and slid it back in, starting a slow pace of long drags from knuckle to fingertip.

It didn’t hurt, to his credit. The excitement of having Angel touching you so intimately made the finger easier to relax into. Angel must have noticed, his finger leaving you. He popped the top again of his lube and pressed in two fingers. This was harder. You whined, his fingertips pushing past the tight ring of muscle and settling into the wet warmth behind.

Lying on your back, you stared at the now upside-down photos behind his bed. He looked so happy. Could you join that wall? Was this wall worthy?

“You still good?” He leaned over you, fingers  moving.

You nodded, “Can I have another kiss?”

Ah, you might as well have punched him in the chest. “Of course, darlin’~ Ask and you shall receive.” You liked kissing, genuinely, but were always scared you’d kiss someone too long and end up in an awkward situation having to explain you weren’t wanting sex. But that fear was all gone, you’d broken the code. Get naked first, then kiss.

You smiled into his mouth, and he smiled back, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“I like kissing you.” You leaned up, pressing your lips to his chin. His fingers quickened, and you moaned without warning. You felt your cock twitch, erection growing as nervousness was slinking away and finally letting you feel aroused.

“Ooh, now we’re gettin’ somewhere,” he leaned back, repeating the same steps and trying to press a third finger into you. His abundance of hands were a blessing, one at your entrance, one on your knee to keep your shaking legs open, and two roaming down the sides of your body. When three fingers finally entered, you could feel the burning stretch of your skin around them. He pushed in, and the skin followed. He pulled out, your sensitive hole pulling too. The hand on your knee came to your crotch, his palm pressing lightly down on your growing erection. You glanced up to him, his eyes focused as he watched his fingers slowly drag in and out of you. It burned still, but just past that burning was a slippery sensation that made your cock jump under his hand.

He let his fingers sink in entirely, before bending and feeling inside you. Your knee jumped when he hit something.

“Bingo! Say hello to your g-spot.” He beamed down at you, gold tooth shining, “You don’t really need it to cum but oooh boooy does it maximize pleasure,” it sounded so pornographic when he said it.

You weakly copied, “B-bingo.” 

“I can do this now~” he replaced his palm with his fingers,  sticky with lube, and they wrapped around your cock. His hand slowly pumped up and down your shaft. “Sex math. Don’t need your virgin ass locking up on me.” He said quietly to himself, fingers in and out of you picking up speed. Your head was pressing into the pillows as your neck strained, you’d never masturbated while someone, something, penetrated you. Every stroke of his hand made your body clench, the feeling of something hard and unforgiving pushing back against your quivering hole made a pleasure you couldn’t describe.

“Feelin’ good yet?” The way he said it, he knew damn well how you were feeling.

You whimpered into one of the pillows, “Feels good.” A weak nod.

Angel’s grin bordered on wicked, hand slowing. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your cock head. Then another. His tongue flattened against his bottom lip as he dragged it over your sensitive slit.

You moaned, a half spoken-half cried, “Oh fuck, Angel-.” Hips bucking up, his fingers kept their place and followed. You humped up against his tongue, ground down into his fingers; up, down. Soft tongue, rigid fingers.

“You can fuck my face, baby,” He opened his mouth, tongue out, and looked up at you from your stomach. “I ain’t got a gag reflex anymore, popsicles slide in like— well, cocks.” He lowered his mouth onto you, leaving room for you to move. His fingers slowed in you.

You thrust up slowly, testing the sensation. His mouth closed around you, tongue moving along you shaft as you rutted into his face.

One hand held tightly to the pillow, the other coming to Angel’s hair. Your body kept jumping away from overstimulation but you fought against it every time and tried to grind against his face.

His fingers slipped out of you, your body closing back around the space where they were. That feeling of your hole tightening made you hungry for his fingers to spread you back open. His hand came to cup your balls, feeling the weight in his palm.

He lifted his mouth off you with a deliberate pop, “Gettin’ close already?” You nodded, eyes closed. “Ready for the real thing?”

“Yeah. I need more, Angel.” It came out as a whine, shocking you a little.

His hand came to his erection, red and leaking. Stroking himself, he returned to massaging at your puffy and swollen entrance.

“You comfortable with gettin’ on your knees? This position ain’t so conducive for what I’m tryin’ to do.”

Somehow, ass up sounded better than face to face, “You’re the expert.” You rolled onto your stomach, hips up, face resting into the sea of pillows. You paused, lifted off your now sweaty shirt, and got back into position. 

“Sexpert, but thank you!” The lid popped open again, cold and viscous lube being dripped directly onto your ass, “Finally some recognition around here.” He coated himself with what was still on his hands, and raised your hips to line himself up.

“Deep breaths, okay?” He leaned over your back, kisses falling down your skin. Two hands held your hips, one guided himself into you. You tensed when his head began to push in, “Relaaax, just like the fingers.”

A muffled, “okay” from your place in the pile. Your heart was suddenly racing, erection now gone. He wiped his dick up and down your ass, swiping past your entrance, dragging the edge of your hole with the crook of his head. Lining up, he pushed in, getting his head firmly sunk into you.

“Breath, baby,” he moaned into your shoulder. You took a deep breath in, your body tight still. But, it didn’t hurt like you’d thought. It burned, but there was no sting, no tearing. Angel’s hands ran up and down your sides, along you ass and thighs. He gently touched everywhere he could reach, until he felt you soften, “Ready to keep going?”

“Yes please”, you turned your head to look at him.

He pulled out slightly to collect more lube on his shaft, before slowly sinking into you until he bottomed out.

You were gasping, your brain misfiring. You couldn’t feel anything but him, your body just a formless thought with Angel’s warm, solid cock reaching deeper into than you thought possible. One roaming hand reached for your shoulder, “Can I move?”

“Slow,” your hand searched for a loose fold of comforter to grip, but it was soon encased and intertwined by one of his.

He pulled out, and slowly thrust back in. A saccharine moan fell from his mouth, and it made you whimper. 

You were so soft around him, yet your entrance was gripping him so snuggly he felt like he was melting into you. His breath was unsteady, “You feel so good on my cock, baby.” A burning blush took over your face, your erection jumping back to life.

“How ya doin’?” Angel sounded nervous, timid.

You had to collect saliva to get any words out, mouth running dry from panting, “S’good.” You tried again, “So good.” Your fingers tightened around his.

He adjusted his hips, watching you closely. When your eyes closed and your hand nearly broke his, he grinned down, “Bingo~,” his speed began to pick up. 

“Fuuuuck, Angel-,” you dragged out the last syllable of his name. You could feel your orgasm returning after dying down earlier. 

Angel took languid thrusts out to the tip and pushing back past your still resisting entrance. Every time he pulled out and slipped in felt better than before. The sensations of him opening you around his cock again and again had your stomach and thighs tensing. You brought your hand up to stroke your own pulsing dick, slowly pumping. 

Angel’s hand came down and wrapped around your cock, taking over your own attempts. The feeling of him in you and around you was overwhelming.

“Cumming,” You hissed, squeezing his hand tighter, his thrusts becoming faster and shallower. His repeated pressing of your g-spot pushed you over the edge, hand slowly milking you of every drop of cum.

Angel’s moans got louder, your body tightening in spasms as you emptied your balls onto the towel. Your body was so inviting, warm walls sucking his head deeper. He rarely got to feel this sensation. His head rested against your back, hands running along the curve of your hips as he melted into your sweet heat.

He picked up speed, only drawing out an inch or so now with each thrust. The lube made a pop and squelch every time his skin pulled from yours, the sound making his legs weak.

“Where can I cum?” His breath was raspy, messy with the pleasure of your soft insides rubbing along his shaft. You gripped the blanket, dick jerking from the feeling of Angel chasing his release with your body. You could hear the strain in his voice, “Gonna need an answer real fast, babe.” You hid your face in the pillow mountain again, embarrassed to answer.

“Inside,” you tried to say it loudly enough for him to hear.

He whimpered a, “Fuuuuck” down your spine, “Such a dirty little virgin.” His hips stuttered before he sunk into you with such force your legs gave out. Your body came down flush onto the bed, towel sticking to your stomach and thighs. Angel was pressed into you, chest against your back as his breathing calmed. You could feel his heart through your ribs, his chest fluff silky on your skin. Your body was warm, his hot cum filling you.

Small, lazy kisses on your back, then up your neck, he leaned to kiss your cheek. He slid out of you delicately, but you didn’t move.  His weight left the bed, then returned as a warm, wet cloth wiped you clean. After a couple of minutes of gentle cleaning, you felt the throw blanket cover your back. Angel plopped down on his back beside you, pulling the blanket over his legs and unlocking his phone, “Wanna see this fuckin’ hilarious video of my boss runnin’ into a glass wall?”

You chuckled, nodding, making no effort to get up. One of his hands came down and ruffled your hair, he leaned in to your head and as you watched Valentino collide head first into a wall, he said softly, “Let me know if you need anything. I got a bitchin’ tub in there.”

You hummed, reaching a shakey hand up and pressing ‘replay’ on his phone. Angel’s laughter echoed off the walls, and you decided you had no plans on leaving bed anytime soon.

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2023 Diary Entry No. 22

It's been a month + two weeks since the last diary entry. I've been busy adjusting to the new flat I'm living with my parents in right now, so I apologize for not having gotten to write about it sooner.

I'm listening to Wildest Dreams by Brandy from her 2012 album, Two Eleven, on loop, as I'm writing this journal entry. I've been thinking about my boyfriend a fucking lot lately, due to having read some MK11 fanfiction on here, and, boy, am I in deep. A little too deep into my mind here, that is. I can't stop thinking about my man at all. It's not that the fanfiction had anything to do with that. It's just that I've been craving his warm hands on me for a long fucking time, and I wish I was in his arms right now, even though it's my fucking fault for the impossibility. I'm finally getting some self-care. I only regret not having done so sooner, due to things coming up and shit. I need to find a way to replace my state ID card, so I can get medical services for all types of doctors and shit.

Anyway, I'm just looking forward to seeing my boyfriend and our son today. I have forgotten to take my meds last night, and, knowing myself, it's way too late for that, so I'll be taking my morning medications in thirty-eight minutes from now, then I'll be ready to go see my little boy. My phone is going to be off for the whole day, though, so I hope my mom can keep herself busy without feeling the need to call me every 2 minutes.

I couldn't sleep, but Mom + Pops had their beauty sleep....or did they? I just wish they could go back to bed, shit! It's total bullshit, the situation I got myself into, the past 2.5 fucking years of self-punishment with the fact that I'm my parents' slave because of the choices that I made to be here. And, boy, are they bad ones. And, unfortunately, they're all my fucking fault. I'm so fucking pissed I can't even think of typing shit because I keep thinking about that shit that should be forgotten entirely, but I can't trust me enough to forgive for the past 13 fucking years. Fuck you very much, grandma. I hope all my family members burn in hell; I don't expect myself to be there, once I repent and pray to have Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior again, this time, for good, because I have a family to take care of, anyway. I'm done with being a cellophane doormat. For real, man.

Sorry for the long ranting paragraph, but not sorry for how I fucking feel about life, and the government, in general. I'm so happy someone sides with my story, with no need to open my mouth. I'm just ready to move on with my life and not remember negative shit anymore because, look where the negative shit got me. Fuck you very much, Satan; may your servants bow down to your $25 Trillion five footlong.

Okay, enough of the angry bitching. It's way too early for that. I'm going to calm myself down with a fucking nap. I'll be back.

I woke up to my stepfather causing chaos over being obedient to my mother and me. Ever since then, I haven't been feeling like doing anything, but I'm forced to do everything this weekend anyway, because it's just so much pressure to be the Barbie of the household: I have to wash dishes, I have to sweep and mop the floors, I have to clean everyone's room (mainly because someone lazily fucks their own bedroom up and doesn't bother to clean it right the fuck back the fuck up, because they think they're hot shit, but, trust me on this: they're not!), I have to take out the fucking trash, too. It's fucking exhausting for me to do everything without any fucking help whatsoever. I keep dreaming of the impossible fantasy of having my own life, having my own place, however the fuck I want my life. I'm getting to the point where should I go to jail, it's the only way to learn how not to do shit again, but way too late. And, obviously, as everyone knows, nobody wants nor needs that, so I better keep myself in my own head, obviously because it's not worth going there over an imbecile who thinks he's entitled to being lazy, when he knows how to drop shit all over the bedroom, so if he can do that, he can put the mess right back into where it came from, instead of me having to do it while bitching the whole fucking time.

I apologize sincerely for having been busy for hours, but, thanks to Big Brother, I replaced one movie + added two more into my library today, via the local Media Exchange. I'm looking forward to watching The Crow Duology by myself in the kitchen tonight when the folks are sleeping tonight. I'm surprised they liked my latest photo via Instagram. It's been too hot be hot as Fujin's balls outside right now, but, when the sun's down, I'll be out one last time for today, grabbing a lotto ticket and $5 in quarters so I can do some laundry tomorrow morning. I'm no longer considering moving out of my parents' abode at this point in time because the government is so fucking rude as shit, thinking they're hot shit until after the apocalypse. I'm just so looking forward to better days, even though it's impossible right now. All I need to do is clean the kitchen, wash the dishes, take out the trash, clean the bathroom, put away the dirty laundry (again!), clean my room + clear the kitchen table, as the list for housework to do tonight/tomorrow. Then, after I get all that shit done, will I be able to enjoy anything, starting Monday morning. I don't need to be putting shit off until later anymore, because, well, it's pissing people the fuck off, myself included.

I got a gut-wrenching feeling that my PS4 is done for, so I'm calling my request for a Chromebook off until there's a better time for that shit, since I have very little to save every month now, due to inflation. Fuck, I feel like crying right now, but it's so hard to unmask myself in front of anyone at this point. I'm just heartbroken because of how the past 3 years has treated me. Maybe I fucking deserve this karma for all the stupid shit I did to people long ago, because of my arrogant ass ego. It's just been a long time since I've thought about the shit I had done, but it's also the first time I'm ever writing about it, and, once I finish writing this, the negative weight will just get off my back eventually, even though right now it's impossible.

It's all about changing habits, nothing else. If I need to get back to better, it's all about doing, thinking, acting, being better, period. That's all. It's time to make peace with myself.

What are your favourite tumblr reads right now?

oh honey prepare for a loooooong list!! i split the list into stories i keep seeing all over my dash which i stupidly haven’t read yet, and then ones that i will re-read until my last living day;

[ only a short list ]

to read:

daddy issues (series) - @fkinavocado

i actually am ashamed i’ve not read this yet. it’s embarrassing actually. i will actually punch myself if i don’t read this at least five times over.

wildest fantasies (series) - @watchmegetobsessed

the hype around this is insane! i keep seeing so much good stuff about it and, again, i’m ashamed to have not read it yet. and from my favourite author too, it’s mad.

theadora (series) - @meetmymouth

a creative and unique idea for a fic. also can we just talk about how cute the name theadora is?! i need to get into this asap and you can also sign up to lu’s patreon to get early access.

prosecco (series) - @moonchildstyles

the talent of this woman right here. wow. i read her other series on wattpad and i remember thinking that if i don’t see her writing professionally published someday then i know the universe has gone sideways. anyways i’ve heard so much good hype!

read and read again and again…:

tiktok series - @astranva

pure perfection. i mean every single word is necessary to read. there’s not a sing flaw with nov’s work and the relationship that h & y/n have is second to none

nervous - @watchmegetobsessed

just yes. everything about this piece is fucking brilliant. it’s ceo!harry so you’re already off to a win.

brother!harry series - @lollypopsx

the dynamic between h and y/n in this series is amazing. the storyline is something unique and important. lols writes so good too that you really feel every emotion.

love on tour groupie (series) - @meetmymouth

i keep dipping in and out of this series, not because i can’t get into it but because i love saving it for days when i feel down. lu’s writing makes me feel so sunny and warm even on the ugliest of days. cant recommend her writing enough.

swiftie!y/n (series) - @harrysfolklore

if you haven’t read or gotten into this series yet, then seriously where have you been and what are you doing? i admit i have not rb this series, shame on me, but i think about it in my dreams. just last night i was swiftie!y/n….

@mindofharry

adding evie in here because i stalk her account most days, just to see the concepts flood in. i love seeing the anons and evie work together to create brilliant concepts that i can’t wait to be brought to life!

beggars can’t be choosers.

levi ackerman x reader x eren jaeger.

includes : threesome, cockwarming, edging/denied orgasm, oral, swearing. whole lotta smut, not a lotta plot.

wc : 4k.

synopsis : a promiscuous sequel. eren knows you’re missing levi and him, and he’s gonna help out his desperate little friend to get the captains attention.

✰ a / n ,, thank you for almost 1,000 followers, i love you all ! <33.

The night after it all transpired- you were like a new woman, the unusual smile on your face made the others query your motives when you appeared at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, even on missions.

'What has her so lively?'

You were fulfilled, there was nothing that could top that night- that night was the embodiment of your fantasies. Both your Captain and long time friend, with you right in the middle.

For the most part, your affairs with the two dwelled to be the same, your comrades still unable to tell something had gone down between the three of you. Eren invariably sat next to you; you teased each other just like always and your Captain still treated you like a peon.

Though not even you could disagree to the fact that you were like an addict, just itching to be touched like a pervert, you longed for the littlest bit of attention- per usual. And it was more painful when Eren purposely chose to torment you, little pokes and prods, long hugs and squeezes sent you over the moon, this was a game to him, and he played it good.

You didn't concede this to Eren, but he could tell you had these twisted ideas in your mind without a word needing to be spoken, watching you doze off into space. Whilst your mind was filled with vile notions of that night- at every waking moment of the day- Eren much less thought about that evening with Captain Levi involved, he would rather make his own remembrances with you.

Giving your feelings the time to fester meant nearly dropping to your knees if anyone so little as gave you a high five.

And Eren loves to use this to further his objective, he finds it a good source of entertainment to watch you shiver, or whine because, ‘she doesn’t even hide it, she wants me so bad.’

On one end, Captan Levi was his usual cold self, and you still flirted with him... For the joke.

While on the other end, he liked it- of course, he did, he liked the chivalry enough to drag you into his office and show you how much he liked your trifling behavior.

Whether he liked it or not, he found himself thinking about it too. Not enough to divert his attention on more crucial aspects of his life and job of course, nor did he act on his thoughts.

It was so pitiful, laying in bed looking at your ceiling as you touched yourself- for what felt like hours- feeling both of them filling you up and giving you what you yearned for. The feeling almost too real, and you yearned to feel it again. You needed it again, no matter the cost.

Your mind filled with only Levi Ackerman and Eren Jaeger.

"What are you thinking about?"

Breaking out of your reverie, seeing Connie parking his rear in the dining halls bench, "oh, nothin' just tired." He hums in response, slowly nodding.

"Dreamin’ about me, I hope."

"Only in your wildest dreams, Springer."

Jean, who's sitting beside his friend and throwing a loose arm over his shoulder, "who'd be daydreaming about you?" he cackles, Connie shoving his best friends’ arm off of him and frowning.

"Don't worry Jean, I have enough love for the both of you."

"I don't-"

"You love it though, right, horse face?" peeking a look to your side, the familiar brunette is claiming his seat next to you, grinning at his friend who's flustered and kicking Eren under the table.

Jean struggles to play it cool, rolling his eyes and tossing his hands behind his head, "I already have someone on my mind."

"Shucks, I can't play around with you anymore?" wriggling your eyebrows, devilish smile growing on your face, Jean shakes his head.

"Nope, doesn't work on me anymore."

Connie interjects, "don't listen to em', he's always gonna be a slave for your little flirts."

"Am not!"

"Yeah, you are, everyone knows it."

Armin and Mikasa walk into the arguing, giving each other a side-eye before hesitantly settling at the table, hearing Jean try to defend himself against his friends, "guys, no need to yell so early in the morning." Armin hushes, sighing.

"Jean, you know you love it."

"Even Armin likes it!" Eren laughs, pointing at his best friend, "he won't deny it either!"

Armin smiles cheekily, scratching the back of his head, "we're not talking about myself right now."

You had a skill, almost like it was an art- reeling any man in as you pleased, and they loved it, who wouldn't?

You suck in a corner of your bottom lip, looking down at your lap.

"Why are you be so loud, Eren?"

The table instantly falls mute, heads darting to face the man in charge, "sorry Cap."

"I want you all outside in ten minutes, be on time."

As quick as he comes, he's gone, not looking at you indifferently. 'This was seriously going to be a one-time thing?'

"You look antsy, y/n." Eren leans over to your ear, "what's on your mind?" he asks, you look at him, he knew exactly what was on your mind.

"You know what's on my mind, Eren,” smug look on his lips, patting your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, "don't tease me, Jaeger." You mutter, placing your hand on top of his own to remove it from your leg.

"Y'know, now all of a sudden you don't like it when I touch you because it makes you think of that night, it's obvious."

Your eyes squinting to scowl at him, glancing around to see if anyone had heard what he said; they didn't, all of them either throwing away garbage or talking amongst themselves, "why don't you just stir things up again? You want to, I can tell."

You sit there silently, allowing him to rev up your engine, this was something you craved to feel, he wanted to see you act up, enticing him and his friends, "do what you did before, Captain is bound to give you what you want."

You listened to every word he said, his hand still on your thigh as you closed your legs, squeezing them together as your body throbbed, he was right, and you were desperate, "why don't you go tell him how much you want it?"

You lick your chapped lips, throat bone dry as you're uncomfortably struggling to find words, "Eren," he flashes you a smile, 'she's falling apart with just me looking at her.'

"I can't tell him anything, and you better not either," you grit, eventually gaining some self-control, standing from your seat as he remains in his, "shouldn't we go? Everyone else is gone."

Eren stands, stepping over the bench as he takes a look around, the room was nearly empty, "Levi's gonna be mad at us, maybe he'll even punish you if you're lucky."

You shake your head, "just let me help you," you gaze up at him whilst the two of you follow behind your friends, "I can help you get what you want."

You pondered the offer, "yeah?"

He smiles, "of course," Eren tried to contain himself, even the idea of having you under him made his dick twitch under his belt.

"What do you have in mind?" you spoke, he hummed quietly, "wanna' get me in trouble?"

The tension between the two of you rose, holding your breath as you reached the empty field for sparring, he nodded his head, "of course I do."

You brainstormed, how to get attention from your Captain, but what you didn't know was Eren was already putting his plan into motion, already telling your friends what would land you right in his bed.

Hours later, the time dinner came around, the table was just like the ordinary, chatting and eating after a long day of activities; but unbeknownst to you, Eren was counting the seconds before the Captain would come storming into the room.

During the day, while you sparred with Jean, Eren found himself talking to Connie right in front of the men in charge- both Erwin and Levi listened in as Eren purposely filled Connie's ear with intentions you had. Vile thoughts, Levi and Erwin looking at each other, the Commander blown away, 'yeah, she said to me she wanted Captain to chain her up and everything, torture her, even,’

'Are you serious?' Eren nodded slyly.

‘That’s y/n for you, kinky, isnt she?’ crossing his arms.

'She is one freaky bastard- better not let Captain find out.'

But- to no avail, it was a little too late for that.

"Y/n,"

His voice split through the talkative room in an instant, voice booming as you quickly looked up, swallowing your food, "Eren, Y/n, my office- now."

Connie and Eren exchanged looks and you caught them, "what's that look for?"

"Don't worry about it lets just go."

Levi had already left the dining hall, you walked beside Eren, "what did you do, Eren?"

"Nothing." He defends, shrugging as you inched closer to the familiar wooden door.

Eren stopped in front of the door, he wasted no time, knuckles knocking on the old wood, "calm down, it's all fine."

Letting out a sigh, hearing his voice on the other side of the entrance, the two of you slipping past the doorframe and right into his office, he sat there, arms crossed in his chair, "do you have anything you'd like to say for yourself?"

Before you get the chance to speak, Eren perks up, "what do you mean, Captain?"

"Y/n?"

You choked, throat dry from the awkwardness in the room, "I'm confused on what you mean, sir." Levi scoffed, shaking his head. He was angry, nearly incensed as he watched you shuffle around, your eyes stuck on your feet.

The sound of his chair pushing backward sends shivers up your spine, he stands, "I don't know where to start with either of you."

"Tell him why you did it, y/n."

Your head practically spinning off your shoulders to face the man who stood beside you, "what do you mean, Jaeger?"

Your eyes bulging out of your head, squeezing your fists as you glared at Eren, "say it, cadet."

You looked at Levi in dismay, "I don't know what he's talking about, sir."

"I should've brought Connie in here too for listening to the bullshit you were spewing."

'Bullshit I was spewing?'

"All I was saying was what she told me, Cap."

"Yeah, apparently, y/n."

You meet eyes with your Captain as he's rounding his table, "you want it that bad?"

Avoiding his question, praying for him to step back, feeling weak from his intense glare, sending you into a nervous turmoil.

"Answer me."

You defended yourself, unable to give the boss an answer. Levi was mad, he was beyond humiliated at not only did Erwin hear your perverse ideas, but now big-mouth Connie. And he was fed up- once again- with your behavior.

He’s angrily stepping away from you and opening his bedroom door, "bring her, Jaeger."

Grabbing your wrist, Eren is nearly flinging you into the dimly lit bedroom, stumbling over your feet as the door is clicking shut. You rubbed your wrist, looking at Levi who stands before you, looking up at him.

His strong hands sitting you on the edge of his bed, his finger meeting under your chin and tilting your head up as you stared at him breathlessly, "you want things to be your way, right?"

You nodded, Eren standing next to your Captain, "things won't always go your way, cadet."

You gulped, the restriction growing under his grasp as he slid his hand down your neck, squeezing, "you're lucky I'm even doing this for you, you should be locked up."

Glancing at Eren, who's gradually unhooking his belt, "use this, Captain."

The leather belt being pulled from around Eren's waist and being placed in Levi's hand, he graciously seizes it and pushes you to get up, "lie down and be quiet, understood?"

Before reaching the other side of the bed, your captain is linking the material around your wrists behind your back and using his knee to push you on the bed, your body vulnerable as you can't catch your fall. Knees just barely hanging over the edge of the bed, someone's feet kicking your legs open.

"So I've been on your mind? because it sure seems it."

Digging your head into the sheets, you're nodding, "disgusting."

The weight of the bed plunges in front of your head, fingers entering your hair and pulling you up by the roots, "you think I'll be easy on you this time around?"

You shake your head, "no sir."

With Levi in front of you, Eren is using his foot to slip off your shoes, his hands crawling below your waist, blindly unbuttoning your jeans and tugging them down your thighs.

Pushing you onto your back, Levi is sliding off the bed and you're trying to blow your hair out of your face, Eren steps out of the Captains' way, Levi pushing your knees up and placing your feet on the bed, "you've been acting up again, misbehaving won't get you what you want, y/n."

"She probably wanted this to happen again."

You did, you prayed for it to happen again, but you didn't intend to be tied up, unable to do anything, "I didn't ask to be tied up, though," you muttered under your breath, pulling against the material.

Eren laughs, unbuttoning your blouse while your Captain pinned your legs against your stomach, squirming around under his tight grasp.

“You go around and tell everyone how desperate you are,” you feel his thumb slowly press against the sensitive nub concealed by only your thin underwear, “have you been thinking about us fucking you again, y/n?” calculatedly pushing his thumb up and down, applying more pressure while he keeps your leg in a firm grasp against your body.

“It’s disgusting, really.”

He knows you you hate to be teased, Levi knew if he had even given you a taste of what you begged for, you'd become greedy. Eren on the other hand was sadistic, he would tease and tease and tease, that's how he would get off.

You're caught up in the painstaking abuse of his thumb, not giving any thought to the question he had asked you. He stops, looking at you with a bitter glare, “didn't I ask you a question?” you whine, pressing your head deeper into the mattress.

“Yes, Captain- I've been thinking about you fucking me.”

He's gratified by your answer, knowing that the inquiry would humiliate you.

“Dirty- fuckin’ dirty.” He taunts, picking up where he left off. Levi stands beside his subordinate, Eren pressing your other leg up and finding his fingers hooking around the wet fabric, and trying to get a look at your cunt.

Eren moves out of the way, allowing Levi to push your body back farther, he lowers to his knees, leaning against the edge of the bed, “do you enjoy giving me a hard time?”

They never failed to get you under their complete control, your heart beating out of your chest whenever either of them gave you as little as a glance with their lust-filled eyes. It was so incredibly wrong, so immoral, but it was your guys’ thing, this was your little secret.

“You’ve always been such a troublesome girl.”

Weakly, you're shaking your head, trying to keep your breathing under control as his fingers are raking between your sopping folds, spreading them apart with his calloused index and middle finger, admiring your beautiful body. ‘God- if you weren't such a pest.’ Levi pushed those thoughts to the back of his head, you'd always be his little annoying flirt, nothing more- nothing less.

Though both Eren and Levi seemed to enjoy pleasuring you until numb, your captain knew he needed to instill some discipline, he couldn't let himself be seen as a push-over just because he couldn't stop thinking about how you squeezed his cock so perfectly.

The thought of his fingers being knuckle deep inside your pussy brought him close to reaching bliss in his jeans, you didn't even have to touch him.

Curving his fingers up into your tight, textured walls, feeling your heartbeat throb around his two fingers as he made sure to send shock waves throughout your body. The pad of his thumb rubbing deep and slow circles around your clit, each time he hit a nerve your legs twitching, he hit every spot.

Eren stood beside you, loosely pumping his cock in his fist, watching you squirm and cry out, trying to free yourself as your wrists were falling asleep from the weight of your body, “l-let me go, please.”

Levi and Eren dismissed your pleas, trying so desperately to close your legs from the strong thrusts of his fingers, the overstimulation making your back arch, sucking his fingers in for more, and more.

That coil tightening in your stomach was unmistakable, head spinning, moaning out blubbers of swears and incoherent words, “go on, cum.” They know how bad you've been waiting for this, both men knew it needed to happen again, it was sad seeing you feral like a dog looking for any sort of notoriety.

That's all you wanted to hear, selfishly pushing your quivering hips onto his fingers, he knew this would make you furious, Levi was ready to make your night hell.

All of it stopped. His digits pulling out of your clenching hole as he smirked, standing up onto his feet, pulling you farther and farther away from the peak of your climax.

Gasping like a fish out of water, lifting your head to see Levi on his feet, you sobbed, pain filling your body as you were so prepared, so close to releasing, “Captain,” crying, your foot shaking from the awful tension erected in your lower stomach, your pussy mindlessly twitching, trying to make up for lost touch.

He leans towards your face, gripping your jaw, slipping his slick-covered fingers down your tongue, “that's what happens when you aren't good, I'm sure you understand that, right?”

“Yes- sir.”

He pitties you, almost feeling bad for leaving you a mess in your tears and exertion, but Eren, on the other hand, loved it. “If you take good care of Eren, you might get what you want.”

Eren helps you up, keeping your wrists bound as he can now take advantage of your wet throat, “she knows how to take good care of us.” Eren praises, petting your head and peeling the stranded hairs out of your face, “you’ve always been so good to me.”

Levi scoffs, “besides when she's being a tease.”

Your captain unzips his pants, pushing them past his thighs.

Sitting on the bed and leaning his bare back against the bed frame, “come over here.”

Like a feeble idiot, you're bringing your body closer to his, he grabs you by your waist, lifting one leg and yanking you over his lap, Eren gets on the bed, his tip spilling precum, “you're gonna sit still while you help your friend out, yeah?”

Levi prepares his cock by stealing some of your slick and lubricating hmself with it, lifting your hips so he can ease you onto his cock.

Pushing yourself onto his hips only made him annoyed, “don't you dare,” you groan, he keeps you somewhat upright by keeping a hold on Erens belt.

Eren gripping the back of your head, directing your mouth onto his cock, your lips wrapping around his tip whilst looking in his pretty eyes, his thick eyebrows furrowed and twisted from the satisfaction your mouth is endowing his needy cock with.

Your tongue licking the bottom side of his cock as you pressed your throat until it was filled.

He just wants to hear you gag, messy face while your throat tightens around him, adjusting to his size.

Your pussy crying and burning from the lack of movement, your Captain torturing you, whining on Eren’s cock, hoping Levi would just move a little, although you knew better than to attempt anything.

Eren rocking his hips against your throat, spit spilling from your chin as he throat fucks you, Levi sees how good of a job you're doing, rutting his hips into your dripping cunt only once to keep you going- cueing you to hurry and swallow Erens load so you can convince them to fuck you.

Pulling out of your throat, strings of spit connecting to his cock as he stops himself from releasing down your throat.

Levi’s pleased with you, so he wants to reward you, ‘she’s suffered enough,’ he says to himself, fucking you on his cock just how you like it. Letting out whimpers of relief; by the time your Captain had decided to fuck you, the base of his cock had already been soaking from your slick trickling down and onto his pubic bone. Erens hand palming your perky tits, watching them bounce at the hands of you riding him.

Reversing on Levi’s cock meant Eren could see your pretty little face twist up, your mouth stuck open as you looked at the man in front of you, you were so precious- if anything- you deserved him, you deserved his affection, and he wanted to give it to you.

“Cap’ gonna cum,” you're body trying to curl up in a ball as he holds you from plunging forward, the movement of your hips bouncing back and forth on him, your ass slapping on his cock, the sound of skin loud, which he used as encouragement to plant his seed in you. Such a vicious noise as Levi keeps you still, rutting his hips into yours as he's pulling your head back by a handful of your hair. Your body left with shockwaves as he fucks any sort of knowledge, words, and sounds out of you; you're silent, mouth ajar as you're eventually worthy enough to reach your high.

Your head spinning, eyes being surrounded by a warm white as you're clenching around him to suck him in deeper, your holes twitching as you're frozen still from the orgasm erupting from your body.

Levi grunting as he fills you up with his load, thrusting his hips into you to plant his seed as deep as possible into your beaten little cunt.

“That's right, so pretty- I bet that felt good, didn't it?”

“It did- ‘need more, Eren.”

Eren smirks, face glowing with pride, so vulnerable you were, a girl with needs- his girl, and he had all the antidotes for your selfish little troubles. You were always so willing, truly, you were the perfect participant.

“I think I should untie her, what do you think?”

“Go on and do it, I think she deserves it.” a sigh of relief leaving your lungs as you're set free, rubbing your raw wrists while Eren is easing you on your back, his hands caressing every inch of your sore body, gently squeezing when he gets a good handful of your soft flesh. Up your thighs, under, your perfect waist and sides, he wanted it all-and he wanted you at his disposal.

And thankfully, you wanted them all to yourself too.

Eren knew he wouldn't last long, he's been waiting too long for you, so he doesn't spare any seconds, kneading your tits; giving each of them the right amount of attention, rolling your nipple between his fingers, lightly tugging as he's pushing past your little hole, “filled with so much cum already, you like bein’ a cocksleeve? You like being stuffed, huh?”

Nodding, “yes- I love it s’much, love it!”

Levi holds your wrists above your head.

Eyes rolling back, Erens cock drilling into you, your body shaking as he tears another orgasm out of you, you cried and screamed, Levi inserting his two fingers down your throat to shut you up as Hanges room was no more than ten feet away.

You loved it, you loved it so much- you loved being the center of their attention, you adored being their little ragdoll, how they could fuck you into oblivion so mercilessly, yet make sure you get your fix.

His cock knocking into you, hitting your cervix, which sent moans flying out of your throat, gripping his wrist tightly while he held your thigh up around his waist.

You deemed it your job to please them, to take care of them, and they felt the same- it was the implicit rule of this situationship.

Erens trying to instill as much self-control as he can bear to keep, but it's merely no use, he’s slipping, and fast. His cock constantly slamming into your nerves sent you into a spiral, every thrust fucked your eyes to the back of your head, “fuckin’ you stupid huh- I missed this tight cunt.” Eren spits, the sweat from his body dripping onto your sticky body as your pussy goes numb.

“I love your cock- love it s’much Eren,” your beautiful voice could alone bring both men to climax, he uses it as motivation to cum deep into your pussy. Levi wiped the drool from the side of your lip, along with your tears as he watched you.

Eren pulled out, light moans as he shivered, spilling his seed on your stomach, a mantra of your name falling from his tongue as he tried to regain control.

With you left fucked out on the bed as they got dressed, almost like a routine- you're left struggling to put your clothes on as Levi is trying to rush the two of you out of his room so he can strip his sheets.

“Don't get caught.” He's warning, seeing the two of you out, you're practically trudging through the corridors with Eren at your side as you feel more of a mixture of your cum soak through your underwear and legs, your jeans getting damp with each step you took.

Right as you neared the bedroom door, thankful to be able to strip yourself of your clothing in only a few minutes, Eren ensures you get to your room safely, but no one is that lucky- are they?

“Whatcha’ guys up to?”

Before catching a glimpse of your face, you're gasping and looking away, Eren turning around to see Connie and Jean, “busy?”

Eren laughs, casually speaking, “does it look like it?” he looks more or less as disheveled as you did, his hair falling from the hair tie, while you looked a mess.

“She looks like she just got hit by a bus.”

Your body barreling over in embarrassment, you find it hard to look at them, Jeans’ eyes doubling in size as he sees the unfamiliar piece of fabric in your hand.

“Is that- your bra?”

Unwrap Me

Genre: Smut

Best friend! Felix x reader x best friend! Jisung; threesome; unprotected sex

Word Count: 1.85k

Mellow speaks: Here's a little something I made for my beloved September twins! It was really fun to write, and I hope many people like reading it too!

Entering their shared dorm late night on Jisung's birthday, the two guys who like to call themselves the "September Birthday Twins" are surprised to find her shoes placed neatly near the door. Surprised, but not shocked. It is a regular occurrence for them to have their best friend Y/N over at their dorm, but today, they hadn't expected her to be here of all places, when only a couple hours ago, she had excused herself from the party that had been throwing to celebrate Jisung. The original plan had been to stay long enough to ring in Felix's birthday as well, but neither of the two boys felt like continuing for long after she left, having made up some excuse that they were far too drunk to remember.

"What is Y/N doing here? And where is she anyway?," the Aussie asks his roommate, only to have him shrug in response. "I didn't even know she was gonna be here, how would I know why she is here? As for where she is, let's go check the bedroom." Nodding, Felix starts leading the way down the corridor towards their bedroom, only to realize that the lights in the room are still off. Coming up behind him, Jisung pushes the door open, calling out, "Y/N? Are you in here?," while turning the light on. What awaited them on the bed was something neither of them had expected, but had definitely dreamed about.

There, looking like a pretty gift just for them, sat their best friend, her (presumably) naked body wrapped in ribbons of different colors, her innocent eyes wide with excitement. "Surprise!," she calls out softly, biting her lip at their flabbergasted expressions, eyes blown out and mouths hanging open in surprise. This seems to pull them out of their trance, as Felix asks, "W-what are you doing?," too afraid to let his mind run wild with the thoughts that are clouding it. Smiling, she replies, "Remember when we were talking about our sex lives and threesomes? Jisung had thrown around the idea of us having a three-way together, and it gave me an idea."

This time, it's Jisung who speaks up, saying, "You- you mean-?," and when all she does is simply nod, he can't help the huge smile that creeps up his face, as he thinks about his wildest fantasy being fulfilled at last." "I am your gift this year, so, do you want to unwrap me?," she asks, causing both the boys to turn towards each other, their faces betraying the excitement that is bubbling up inside them. Stepping forward, Jisung gently places his hand on the topmost ribbon, pulling on it till it comes undone. The ribbon slips down her body, falling on to the bed, and revealing something that both Felix and Jisung have dreamed about many times. Their eyes landing on her beautiful boobs, Felix can't help but think back on every time he has wanted to bury his face between them, licking and sucking on them for hours. Jisung, on the other hand, is reminded of all the times he has wanted to play with her nipples as his other hand pleasures her between her legs.

Their gaze makes her wrap her arms around her boobs instinctively, too shy all of a sudden. Felix stops her midway though, pulling her arms back away. "No can do doll," he says, smirking at her as the realization that this is actually happening finally sets in. "You can't stop us from seeing our gift. Especially when it's so damn gorgeous." She smiles at him softly, putting her hands back down, and Jisung takes the moment to gently climb the bed next to her, latching his lips onto her left nipple as his hand flies up to massage the right one. Throwing her head back, she lets out a string of soft mewls, making him smirk against her skin.

Watching his best friend suck on his other best friend's breasts, Felix can't help the hand that slips inside the waistband of his jeans, palming his hardening length. A minute or two later, he pulls his hand out, proceeding to pull open the next ribbon. Falling down, it gives him a sneak peek into her core, almost leaving him drooling. Just then, Jisung pulls away, turning to look at the slightly younger boy and nod at him. She looks at them with wide eyes as they both place their hand on the last ribbon, ready to pull it off. Gulping, they finally pull the ribbon open, gaping at just how beautiful she is as the ribbon comes undone. "So pretty," Jisung mouths, making her bite her lip and suppress a smile. Suddenly, an idea comes to her mind, making her push both the boys down the bed, before leaning back against the bedpost, only to spread her legs.

Their eyes going wide, they can do nothing but watch, hypnotized as she rubs her fingers over her heat, letting out a moan. Pulling on her clit, she massages it for a while, before softly dipping a finger inside her, smirking as she looks at them. Unable to wait any longer, Felix starts taking his clothes off. Down goes his shirt, followed shortly after by his pants, leaving him just in his boxers. Climbing on the bed, he smashes his lips onto hers. The kiss, the first they have ever shared, starts out soft, but it's not long before it heats up, as he sticks his tongue out, forcing her lips open and exploring her mouth. Her hands fly to his hair, tugging on it as he moans into her mouth, moving closer to her and rubbing his clothed dick against her naked heat.

Jisung, who had been standing and watching them till now, also in his boxers, pounces onto the bed, shifting Felix to the side. The loss of contact with his member makes her whine, which is soon replaced by a gasp as the older boy's hand makes contact with her clit. Rubbing circles on it, he is quick to shift his attention to her hole, slipping a finger inside her. Felix, on the other hand, moves his lips to her neck, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses, alternating them with hickeys as he sucks on her skin. The combined assault makes her moan loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure. The finger inside her makes way for Jisung's tongue, as Felix latches his mouth onto her breasts, already sensitive from the love Jisung had shown them earlier. Jisung speeds up the pace on her pussy, as Felix slips his finger onto her clit, rubbing it harshly. It's not long before she feels her stomach tie up in a knot, as her moans become shallower and her breathing becomes more ragged. The boys notice this, eager to taste her. Soon enough, their ministrations push her over the edge, making her come undone all over the older boy's face. Lapping up her juices, he lifts his face up, letting his friend take a go at her taste too.

Felix quickly moves his finger from her clit to her hole. When he pulls it out, it is shining with her cum, and he smiles giddily looking at it, like a child on Christmas. Sticking the finger into his mouth, he can't help but let out a satisfied hum, opening his eyes only to find  Jisung's expression mirroring his.

Recovering from her high, she notices just how hard her two best friends are, inside their boxers. She doesn't waste time in getting on her knees, pulling Jisung's boxers down, as his dick sticks out in full glory. She can't help but gaze at his length in awe, but the moment doesn't last long, as Felix's whines, wanting attention, quickly bring her back to reality. She smiles at him, pulling down his boxers too. Biting her lip, she takes his length into her mouth, her hand wrapping around Jisung's member as she pumps him softly, while swirling her tongue around Felix's girth. After a few pumps, she switches to Jisung, her mouth wrapping around his member as her hand moves over to Felix, pumping him. She continues to alternate between the two boys, and soon enough, the room is filled with nothing but their moans and the sound of her lips on their dicks.

Both the boys feel themselves inching closer to their climax, as she continues her ministrations on them. Letting out a groan, Felix manages to mutter out between ragged breaths, "W-want t-to cum inside y-you," gently taking her hands off his length. She continues to suck on Jisung for a minute or two, until he tugs on her hair gently, making her pull his dick out out of her mouth, a thick string of saliva keeping them connected.

Getting impatient, Felix places his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to himself as he rubs his length against her butt. Jisung takes it as a sign to get down of his back, and that is just what he does, pulling on her hands and beckoning her over to ride him.

She crawls towards him, straddling his lap before lowering herself down on his member, hissing at the sudden contact. Felix doesn't waste a single moment in crawling behind her, pushing into her from behind, as she moves up and down the other boy's length. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, Jisung's hands cupping and massaging her breasts, while Felix places his mouth down on her neck, kissing and leaving hickeys on it. She lets out a moan as the two boys hit her at all the right places from both sides, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her walls tighten unexpectedly around Jisung's dick, making him let out a groan as he places his hands on her shoulders, pulling her face down and catching her lips in rough kiss. She kisses him back hungrily, letting out a whimper as she feels Felix's hand make contact against her butt, before he leaves a lick up her back.

"I-I'm close," she cries out in the older boy's mouth, feeling herself edge closer to her climax once again. "Cum for me doll," Felix says from behind her, making Jisung grunt in response. Not long after, the combined stimulation from both sides makes her cum, the orgasm hitting her like a truck as she cries out, her body shaking. The boys continue to pump into her, with Felix pulling out just in time to cum all over her butt, his hands gripping her sides. Jisung cums soon after, filling her up to the brim as he rides out his high. Pulling herself off him, she lies down on the bed, turning to face a very fucked-out looking Felix next to her. "Happy Birthday, Lix," she smiles, letting out a yawn as she lays her head on his chest. Jisung hugs her from behind, muttering against her skin, "Thank you for the amazing gift, princess. Now let us treat you as you drift off to dreamland."

Check Me Out

I absolutely love this one - it was so much fun to write and I'm happy with the way it turned out! I hope you guys enjoy~

Word Count: 1011 Read on AO3 Rowaelin Month Master list

Day 4 of Rowaelin Month Prompt: Librarians or Libraries

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Aelin quietly walked into the library, and the anticipation of seeing a certain someone had her heart nearly pounding out of her chest.

Rowan was sitting behind the desk, glasses perched on his nose as his eyes moved across the page of the book he was reading. She was tempted to simply stand there and admire him from afar, but alas, most of the fun came from interacting with him.

“So,” she started once she approached him, “I see you like reading? Want to date a person who also likes to read?” Aelin spoke, giving him one of the dumbest pick up lines she’d ever heard, but it was well worth it to see a smile grace his face, no matter how reluctant it was.

“Shut up, Galanthynius,” he responded, rolling his eyes. “Just go find the book you’re here to find and get out.”

“Wow, rude,” she responded with a huff, placing a hand over her heart. “I’m one of your best customers!”

“And that would mean something if you’d actually be paying the library to keep going.”

Aelin paused before responding, “We could totally actually buy the library.”

Rowan’s eyes widened at that. “Aelin—do not actually ask your parents to do that. Who knows how badly you’d bleed them dry finishing your two bachelor degrees. Besides, I need somewhere to work to pay off my degree.”

“Ugh, fine,” she responded. “I’m going to go to the fantasy section.”

“Alright, I guess,” Rowan responded with a slight laugh before his eyes turned back down to the book.

“You could meet me there, and I could show you a whole new world.” That brought his eyes back up to her face, and he didn’t bother with a response, instead choosing to simply point her in the direction of the fantasy books. Aelin took the hint and sighed, walking away.

She spent some time perusing the shelves of books, trying to find the next book that would whisk her away into a brand new world for a period of time, but really, her mind was going back to Rowan and how exactly she would rope him into going out with her.

Aelin ran her finger over the spines of the books, seeing if any of them called out to her in particular, when an idea came to her and picked out a random book before walking back over to Rowan.

“Hey, you’re considered a librarian, right? Because you point me to my wildest imaginations,” she finished with a teasing grin. Rowan looked up at her before looking down at the book she’d set on the desk.

“Uh-huh, yeah, sure. I might do that, but that book certainly won’t.”

Aelin paused, really not expecting him to say that. “Huh?”

“You read that last week,” he responded with a laugh. “Just go find something, Aelin.” Aelin glanced down at the book, and sure enough, she’d just finished the book last week. Cursing, she picked the book up, fully intending to actually get a book she was planning to check out before going back to him when Rowan spoke up again, his green eyes glinting as his lips were turnt up slightly.

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are,” Rowan said, jerking his head to the old lady who was sitting at a desk nearby and glaring at Aelin for cursing. Flushing, she turned back to look at Rowan when she was struck with a brilliant idea.

“Am I too loud? Perhaps you should shush me with your lips on mine.”

“Go away, Aelin.”

“Live a little, Rowan,” she grumbled, but she took the book back to its rightful spot before picking out a book she’d actually would love to read. It was a book about a faerie queen who was caught in between the war of two realms, and honestly, the queen seemed like a badass and totally up Aelin’s ally.

Aelin flipped her hair over her shoulder as she stood in line behind a man who was checking out a few books with his little son. The boy turned to look at Aelin, and she sent the kid a small wave, and the boy simply hid behind his dad’s leg until Rowan was done checking their books out. Aelin decided to wave them goodbye despite how shy the boy was. Once they were out of her sight, Aelin stepped up to set the book down on the counter in front of Rowan so he could check it out for her when she caught the look on his face.

She narrowed her eyes, analyzing the way he was looking at her before quickly looking away and then looking at her again. “Seriously? That does it for you?” she spoke, jerking her head in the direction where the father and son had just left. “I had another pick up line ready too.”

Rowan snorted. “Was it something about how fine I am?”

“Of course not,” she retorted, “how obvious do you think I am? And besides, don’t even think about having kids until we’re married.”

He raised an eyebrow as he leaned in closer to her. “That’s not a problem for me, darling.”

“And don’t propose to me until we’ve graduated,” she threatened. “With both degrees in my case.”

Laughing, he just tugged her closer by her hand until she was close enough for him to kiss softly. He was incredibly private about their relationship, always opting to shy away from physical touches in public unless they were with friends, so she took advantage of how she could breathe him in.

“What was that for?” she asked, almost breathlessly, when they parted.

“I don’t care how long it takes because you have a hold on my heart.” Aelin smiled at his words, her heart soaring until they properly sank in, and she jerked away from him.

“Did you just pull a librarian pick up line on me?!”

“Hey, you weren’t doing it properly so I had to.”

���That’s not fair!”

“Come on, let’s go get lunch.”

“Oh, now you decide to leave work.”

Gwynriel- when Gwyn confesses to Azriel about being in love with him but he thinks he isn't good enough for her so he runs away, but while he's gone Gwyn gets injured and then he confesses too

It's been a couple weeks since I got this one but I finally got around to it. I hope you enjoy it and please stick around for the ending it's my favorite part. also if anyone likes it and wants to send me more prompts my inbox is always open

‘hold me until we are all but dust’

“Azriel,” she held his hands in her own, gripping them as she looked into his eyes. “Azriel, I think-no I know you are my mate. And I know that you struggle with conveying your feelings so you don’t have to say it back, but I couldn’t live with myself if you didn’t know that,” She felt her eyes begin to water and she huffed out a laugh. “That I love you, and I didn’t think it would ever have been possible for me to feel this way after what had happened to me. And god did I want it, but only in my wildest dreams and fantasies did I think that even a fraction of how I feel now, was possible. But you, my shadowsinger, have exceeded any expectation I could have ever hoped for and I know there will never be anyone else who can make me feel as safe, has been my friend, challenges me, and infuriates me as much as you do.”

“Gwyn,” he breathed.

She delicately cupped his face in her palms, gently wiping a tear away. Gwyn whispered, “you idiot I love you.”

“Gwyn,” he said again. So rarely was he at a loss for words but it seemed he could say nothing more than her name. The words were there, screaming at him to be voiced, pleading, begging, and yet he could do nothing. He didn’t deserve her, in what world was this beautiful, spirited female allowed to love him. Everywhere Azriel went, he hurt and destroyed but he would not hurt her. Gwyn deserved to thrive, to grow, but he was all darkness, shadows, and endless voids. He was where light and warmth went to die. “Gwyn,” he said one last time and opened his mouth to voice every incoherent thought he had, in his mess of a mind. But once again no words came.

“Hey.” she forced him to look at her. “Hey. I am not asking for you to say anything back and when you are ready you will tell me but I just needed you to hear it. Ok?” she turned away from him but not before he caught the slight look of disappointment. She didn’t look back.

Azriel stood there minutes after Gwyn had left, stunned. He had hurt her, he had let her down and the thought of ever doing that again left him hollow and with an urge to break something.

Subconsciously he felt his shadows begin to wrap and weave around him, folding Azriel into his own darkness.

He opened his eyes to find himself at the gates of rosehall. The house was in a corner of the night court where few lived. Outside the limits of velaris, but far from the horrors of the court of nightmares. Azriel’s mother loved it but he knew sometimes she felt suffocated from the simplicities of what life had become. His mother craved adventure and excitement, the domestic life was one she still wasn’t fond of.

Az hadn’t been planning a visit but might as well see his mother since he was here. He knocked on the gates, the magic recognizing his own, and opened.

She was sitting on a rocking chair, knitting and quietly humming to herself. She was only a few centuries older than himself but illness caused her to look much older.

She sighed not looking at him. “What did you do?”

“Can’t I just want to see my beautiful mother every once in a while?”

She rolled her eyes seeing through his bullshit. “You do see me, sometimes I think you’re here too often. So I ask again, what did you do?” Maybe it was magic, some gift, maybe it was just mother’s intuition but somehow she always knew.

He kissed her on the head and began to make way to the room he kept in the house. “The sickness is finally getting to you, you’re making things up.”

She snorted, “Hunny you’ll know the day this thing beats me but it sure as hell won’t win without a fight.”

“Of course mom.”

“It’s alright I’ll get it out of you eventually.” She winked at him as he winnowed to his room. Azriel heard her mumble “won’t even use the damn stairs anymore.” and he chuckled softly.

Within seconds Azriel collapsed on his bed, closing his eyes to ignore the tug he felt within him. He wasn’t running, he was doing what was best for Gwyn. That’s a lie, the subtle hiss sent shivers up his spine. Azriel shut his shadows out too. She didn’t need him and he didn’t deserve her.

He didn’t sleep, when he slept he was drowning in nightmares. For five days he cared for his mother, catching up on the occurrences of each other's lives. Azriel was careful to avoid Gwyn in his recaps. And every day he could tell his mother was growing more and more concerned. He desperately wanted to be with her, he could feel the pull in every inch of his body but Azriel had always been stubborn, so he stayed with the knowledge that what he was doing was the right thing.

He felt his mother watching him, studying him until finally, she spoke. “Az is this extended visit about that girl.” she paused trying to think. “The redhead? For the love of god this stupid illness, I can’t remember her name, Gwyn? Was it?”

Azriel’s eyes flitted away giving her confirmation her guess was right. His mother sighed, grabbed her cane, and began to stand. He got up to help her only to be met by a dagger-eyed glare that said you help me and I cut your arms off. She was several inches shorter than him but as his stubborn mother hobbled over to him, she held out an arm for him to take. He took it without hesitation but the question remained on his lips.

“We are going for a walk.” she beat him to it.

They walked in silence, ever so often her arm clutching his tightly as if she were about to fall. Memories flashed of his mother before she was sick. When she could not stay still for more than a moment, even centuries-old and still she had carried a youthfulness with her that could not be replicated.

As if she could read his thoughts she raised her eyebrows, “I’m fine.”

“I would never suggest you weren’t.” Although they both knew she wasn’t fine, denial was bliss for those with limited days. His mother studied Azriel as he looked around at the plethora of roses covering the entirety of the gate.

“I hate them.” she scrunched her nose in disgust at the bright flowers as Az snorted.

“Then why don’t you do something about them.”

“They were here before me and they will be here long after me, what right do I have to disrupt them from their home?” She paused. “To the displeasure of my eyes and nose, I will not be moving them.”

They continued their leisurely walk until they finally reached a well. It was a considerable distance outside the boundaries of what was her home. She began to fill up the bucket with water from the well. It was a slow process for his mother's stubbornness forbade him from helping her. When she was finished she grabbed the pail and walked away from him leaving Azriel behind.

“Wait-”

She turned to face him. “Close your mouth, my dear, you wouldn’t want to swallow a fly,” and kept walking.

“Are we not-” he fumbled for his words. “Going to talk about her.”

“Well, I came out here for some fresh water.” She looked at him innocently. “Would you like to talk about her?” His damned mother played him. Her gaze softened.

“I may be sick but I know how to get my son to talk to me even when his own stubbornness refuses.”

He sighed. “I will never doubt you again.”

She sat down on a bench a few feet from the well and motioned for him to join her. “Now tell me what happened.”

He was quiet for a second before he spoke. “Gwyn, she, she told me she loved me.”

“And do you love her back?”

Without hesitation, Azriel responded softly. “Yeah, I do.”

“Then why are you here with me and not with her.” Azriel looked away. “Is this female your mate?” He nodded. “And you’re in love with her?” He nodded once again. “The female you have been looking for your entire life wants to be with you and you ran away?”

Azriel ran his fingers through his hair. “It is more complicated than that.” “Why?”

“Because- because I don’t deserve her. Gwyn, she’s full of this light and she has a spirit unlike anyone I have ever met and I know that I cannot give her what she needs.”

His mother appeared speechless for a moment before bursting out into a fit of laughter. He scowled at her. “You men are fools.” It was Azriel’s turn to be speechless. “Listen to me, is she worth it?”

“God yes.”

“Then it is not your place to decide what she needs. I have never been one to sugar coat and I won’t start now, there is a chance that this may crash and burn. But you have to decide if the possibility of pain and rejection is worth letting yourself be happy. Gwyn is telling you that she wants to take the leap with you and that regardless of whatever you may think, she believes you are worth it.”

Azriel stared straight ahead as his mother spoke. But she forced him to look at her. “Azriel, it’s not selfish to want to be happy. And this female makes you happy.”

At that moment Azriel felt a lurch in his chest. A tug stronger than any he’s felt. It was intense, it was dizzying, it took over every one of his senses. “Gwyn. it’s Gwyn she needs me.”

His mother gave him an incredulous look. “Then what the hell are you doing here? Go to her.” It wasn’t a suggestion, it was an order. Azriel didn’t think, he just let his shadows wrap around him and instinct took over.

He opened his eyes and looked around. His eyes caught a flash of red, he bolted and found Gwyn laying on the ground limp. She was bleeding. No No No. Too much blood. His heart was a drum in his chest. Azriel, as gently as he could, lifted her into his arms. There was an arrow sticking out of her chest, just barely missing her heart. “gwyn. Gwyn. GWYN.” Finally, her eyes opened slowly. Her lips were purple and her skin was a sickly shade of white. He ripped off his own coat and wrapped it around her.

“Az” she croaked and let out a groan of pain. “It seems the Illyrians don’t like me very much.” She whispered each word a struggle to speak. Her eyes drifting closed.

“Shhh don’t speak don’t speak. Gwyn, my love, I need you to keep your eyes open.”

“Take it out.” she huffed.

“If I do that you’ll bleed out and I need you to live.” In his mind, Azriel screamed for Rhys. Over and over he thought the words. Gwyn’s bleeding out I can’t move her, we’re deep in Illyrian territory please come quick.

Seconds passed and it took every inch of concentration for Gwyn to keep her eyes open. Azriel watched her internal struggle, knew the feeling of being on the edge, how it would be so easy just to close your eyes. To rest.

“Please Gwyn” his voice broke. “I need you to- I need you.”

He just barely heard the words. “Why?”

“Because-” Azriel took a deep breath. “You make every moment better. Because I have lived 500 years and yet you still find ways to surprise me. Because I have never known what it meant to love and be loved as fiercely and absolutely as we love each other. You never gave up on me, not once, because you are stubborn and determined and I could walk this world for millennia more and I know without a doubt in my mind I could never find anyone like you. Even if you weren’t my mate they would never and could never compare to you.” He took another breath. “And I know that I hurt you but I need you to live to be mad at me, live to scream at me for all the things we both know I did wrong, live to hurt me as I hurt you, I don’t care just please Gwyn. I need you to live.”

“Say it.” Azriel laughed a shaky, desperate, nervous laugh.

“You idiot, I love you.” He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to hers, and held her close to him. Azriel had never been religious but in that moment he begged and pleaded and prayed to the mother, to the cauldron, to whoever was up there watching that this was not the end. This couldn’t be the end.