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Stars on your skin | Felix Escellun x Genderneutral Reader

a/n: PLSS I KNOW IT’S SHORT AND DISORGANIZED BUT I HAD TO WRITE IT IN LIKE AN HOUR ON MY PHONE BECAUSE OF WORK AND COLLEGE STUFF AND I ALSO DID A BRAIN WOMIT HERE SO I’M BASICALLY SERVING YOU CRUMBS OF MY ACTUAL WRITING SKILLS. Also I didn’t proofread please forgive me if I don’t make any sense. Let me know if you liked it or not, I appreciate feedback so much ! Nonetheless I love y’all 🖤

word count: 1,193

warnings: pure nsfw filth sprinkled with a dash of bottom!felix energy

taglist: (I literally tagged everyone in the previous post)

@wonderlander-i @mxrmaid-poet @frozen-daydream @starboiistryinghard @jvstlikemagic @satostan @aomiyeon @the-most-things-fan @nishtharya @aurora-morning @pralexa01 @beolh-reblog @felixescellun @obliviousxiv @another-confused-gay

"24."

His face, adorned with concern and the curiosity that was creeping up on his gaze was clearer than his intentions were. The more you responded back to his gaze with daring looks, the more he felt the warmth of your proximity radiating over his helpless figure.

Oh wait, no. Actually the warmth that he felt was the blush that was slowly but surely devouring his freckled cheeks.

Speaking of freckles, "Your freckles."

He placed his hand on his neck, exploring his own skin. Feeling the abrupt amount of texture that mainly consisted of goosebumps.

He blamed you for it. He blamed you for everything that was happening to him from the start.

If it wasn't for you, his body wouldn't have given these strange reactions. Maybe, his legs wouldn't buckle or his breathing wouldn't quicken. His heart wouldn't continuously knock against his chest, as if it was a bird struggling to get out of it's cage.

"My- my freckles ?"

"Yes, there are exactly 24 of them around your neck."

You slowly dragged your fingertips starting from the ends of his soft hair, gliding down to the evident curves of his collarbones.

"If you give me a minute or two, I can find out how much of them exist in total." Noticing the slight smirk forming on your lips, felix gulped.

Thinking that, somehow, it would help with the dryness forming in his throat. Nevertheless he tried to keep his calm. Regardless of the filthy scenes that invaded his thoughts, in response to your invite.

He tried, at least. It was a hard task, how he could possibly stop himself when you are pushing him not to ?

"It's so hot in here, I think we should open up the windows-“

Thanks to his luck, your fingertips that were previously exploring his collarbones, quickly slid down to the buttons of his cotton shirt.

“I can fix that." His eyes locked with yours as you swiftly undo a button. Revealing more of him.

"Mhm-“

"Is still hot ?" You murmured, enjoying the sense of power that him writhing beneath you gave. The mood was set and you were just getting started.

"Oh- It's even worse!" His helpless plea was accompanied by your playful chuckle. Your fingers carelessly danced across his chest as his heavy breathing followed.

Small steps led to bigger reactions. Whatever he could hide from his words, he showed through his body.

"It seems like you are enjoying this, are you not ?"

He was sure that he could withstand your sinful torture, he did. That was until your next words that simply hanged like sharp blade against his neck.

"You were dreaming of this weren't you ?"

He was.

What would be the reason behind of the chills that ran through his body, making the bed shake ? What would be the excuse of him repeating your name under his breath ? What else would explain why his eyelashes fluttered under the tension of his tightly shut eyelids and furrowed brows ?

In response you ghosted your hand over his aching spot, giving him false hope. That you preferred to call 'teasing'.

Felix's back arched, his shoulders tensed as his hands gripped on the soft sheets beneath him. Tiny droplets of sweat that ran down his jaw shined under the glimpse of moonlight, making him look divine.

All of this mess had him not asking for help from his angels but, more so, begging for mercy from his demons.

"Please-“

"Please, what ? Would you like me to open the windows ?"

He hated it. The way you shamelessly ruined every single moral he had, the way you affected him so deeply that you even continued to keep him collared in his dreams. Hell, he made himself think that he hated it knowing damn well that he was completely infatuated by it.

"Please touch me, d-do something. Anything !"

There he was, desperate than ever. His yearning for your touch surpassed his failing attempts of keeping his composure.

He didn’t care, the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that washed over him as you pressed your soft lips against his lower abdomen was his only point of focus.

“So impatient, what’s the hurry ?”

Evil, you were purely evil. All of this teasing only ruined him further.

“I’ll do anything ! ah-“

He felt the fabric slide down to his knees, allowing the breeze of the night give his thighs a kiss of anticipation.

“Anything ? That’s unexpectedly brave of you felix.”

You slid your hands underneath his undergarments, it would be a shameless overstatement to say that you were touching him.

“Alright then, I guess you could keep yourself busy by not letting out any of those sweet noises you make” you purred against his neck as you continued,

“You can do that, can you ?”

The subtle contact of your hand that ran across his length urged him to close his eyes shut as tight as he can. With hopes of preventing himself from letting that delicious groan roll out of his lips he digged his teeth into his bottom lip.

Satisfied with the strangled moans you were getting from him, you slowly hooked your leg to his side, capturing him underneath you.

You pressed your hips against his spot, applying enough pressure to make him gasp.

“What do you want me to do, felix ?”

“You-“ his response was almost immediate as if he was waiting for your question or rather your permission.

You moved your hips creating a great amount of friction, seeking to stimulate him.

Seeking to break him.

“I want you- No, no I need you !”

You slid your hands underneath his neck, running your fingers through his hair, now sleek with sweat. Pulling him towards you, urging his eyes to lock with your own. Urging him to breathe what you breathe, see what you see, feel what you feel.

“Manners, felix.”

You finally gave in. Getting rid of any obstacle that existed between you two, connecting your bodies, truly.

“You forgot to add ‘please’.”

His arched back allowed his head to roll back against the pillow. Exposing his captivating neck, that called out your name and more specifically begged for your attention.

“Kindness never killed nobody.”

You leaned in, reaching a new angle where you could easily pick up the speed and control your motions.

Felix hissed at the foreign sensation against his neck. The hot feeling of your wet tongue drawing sloppy patterns against his skin made him loose any form of self control he had.

His legs trembled underneath yours as he got closer to his sweet release.

“I’m- almost there,” he incoherently murmured.

Not planning on keeping up with your little game, you let him. Following him right after as you reached your own high.

Felix threw his arms around your waist as he pulled you down to his chest. Holding onto you as if he did not, he would drop dead.

“26.”

Startled by your sudden tone he turned towards you, holding his signature oblivious gaze.

“I was wrong.” You continued as you sealed your statement with a soft kiss right under his ear.

“There are exactly 26 stars scattered on your skin.”

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star-strings-spills · 10 months

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First of all, I do want Crowley to wallow and be miserable for a while - I very much need a post-messy breakup scene of him drunk and blubbering to Muriel; it would be a delight - but I also want him to pick himself up and realize why he's there, to begin with. He thought Earth should continue beyond 6000 years and questioned why it wasn't going to at the start. Then he stopped the apocalypse from destroying it because he still felt the same those 6000 years later - if not even more so - despite having been punished for it time and time again. Aziraphale may have become the most significant part of why he was there yet, but from the beginning, he's always thought of Earth as something too wonderful to just let die, and there he still is. That is where he's meant to be in some ineffable way, even if that means Aziraphale isn't - at least not for the time being, anyway. Sure, it's not always pretty, and sometimes it can be downright cruel, but it has its moments, and there's an awful lot of beauty to be found there yet despite it all. If anyone should know that by now, it's him.

Second, I think Muriel could be a great way for Crowley to start getting the point of it all since he's been questioning it for some time now. Personally, the sheer innocent joy they seem to have for being on Earth and getting to experience it all for the first time this season was just so pre-Fall Crowley to me. I think seeing them fall in love with Earth despite their initial hesitations as he and Aziraphale did would be an excellent way for him to realize that is the point. To enjoy the life you're given because while it's not always great, it's never all bad either, and you've only got so much time to enjoy it. You have to appreciate it all as it comes, otherwise, why would you bother living to begin with? And that doesn't go for just humans either - there'd be no point in him being there if he didn't appreciate Earth for what it was and the life he semi-built with Aziraphale on it. Maybe he just needs a reminder of that fact courtesy of someone so similar to who he once was.

I don't know; I'm not sure what to expect from season 3 at all if we get it. I just think that Crowley figuring all of that out could lead to him realizing that the same thing that can be said about Earth can be said about them. What they've both been through wasn't pretty, and they've both made their mistakes, but what they could do together is beautiful. They just need to be able to work through that ugly to build something wonderful in its place. It's not going to be easy - and somewhere knows it hasn't happened yet in 6000 years - but they've got time yet, and it's every bit worth it. Nothing needs to be "fixed" for things to fall back into place - they just need to see everything clearly for what it is and figure out where to go from there together.

I'm not sure how Aziraphale is going to get to the same place of understanding just yet, but he will - I have faith in him to find his way through the fog. After all, home is where you make it, and he's done a pretty good job of making something of himself on Earth with Crowley. He's just gotten a little lost along the way at the moment, that's all.

#i need sleep #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #muriel #star's word womit

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star-strings-spills · 2 years

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Headcanons - Dream Team Omegaverse 1

I don't really use this blog for much else, so I figured why not take a suggestion from @starrynyxa and start throwing random headcanons here for funsies? They're mostly gonna be for AUs, but maybe every once and a while I'll do some lore ones, we'll see... Anywhodilydo, these are always gonna be in half-word vomit/half-structured form, but if you're really curious about something, feel free to ask me more about it. I'd be happy to discuss them with you, and I might give more put-together info in my responses. With that being said, here are some Omegaverse headcanons for the Dream Team~

To start off, in my own personal interpretation, I see Dream as an Omega with Alpha tendencies, George as an Omega, and Sapnap as an Alpha with Omega tendencies.

None of the Dream Team cares all that much about societal norms surrounding secondary genders, and they actively defy expectations when it comes to them. A lot of young fans actually look up to them because of all the barriers they're breaking for future generations to follow them through.

Despite being an Omega, Dream is voluntarily considered their pack leader by both George and Sapnap. In fact, Sapnap defends Dream maintaining this position anytime someone asks why he isn't in charge instead. He explains without an ounce of hesitance that Dream is simply the best choice to lead them because he knows what he's doing and has that natural-born talent. He's very vocal about not counting Omegas out and arguing that they can be just as good leaders as Alphas because of this and considers anyone who says Dream shouldn't be their leader dumb.

George and Sapnap are always quick to jump into the fray when Dream is unfairly called out for things such as not speaking out against Alphas still taking leadership roles more than Omegas do. In that case, he can't control those types of things, and just because their situation is different doesn't mean everyone else is going to be and they don't have to be either. Some Omegas just like an Alpha being in charge - everyone is different and as long as they're happy with the arrangement, it isn't anyone's business.

Sapnap likes to tease that Patches is actually the alpha of the house, a joke title she actually seems to take seriously. She's very good about reminding them to take care of themselves, always nudging them toward the kitchen when they're hungry or toward bed when they're tired. She also doesn't trust new people in the house nearly as much as the boys do, so she's always lurking to make sure the visitors are treating her pack right.

When it comes to heats, Patches instinctually knows by now when Dream is due for his and you can tell as much by her behavior. She'll start meowing and herding him toward his nest or tugging blankets onto his lap and nudging her way into his arms to be snuggled. During it, she's right by his side the whole time nuzzling his face and will curl up by his side for comfort - sometimes she'll headbutt his hands to reach for water and food when he needs it as well.

Seeing as they now live together, Dream and George's heats have subsequently become synced and they'll go into them at pretty much the same time. While they tend to ride them out alone and in separate nests, sometimes they'll share one during rougher cycles due to sensing their rise in distress. On instinct, they aim to help where they can to make it more tolerable for one another and comfort them through the pain. During this time, they exchange everything from nuzzles, hugs, and even hand-holding if touch is too much to offer relief. They also spend a lot of time sleeping in snuggled a heap so they know one another is there if they wake up delirious or dazed at some point.

To make them all more comfortable during heats, Sapnap has arranged to stay with Punz - an Alpha - or even visit Karl - a Beta - for a while whenever they occur. This gives Dream and George the space they need to ride them out, and it also prevents him from being tempted by anything. None of them think he would ever actually do anything because he has pretty good self-control, but he wants to eliminate any chance of it happening just in case.

Dream and George always take care to air the place out and clean all the blankets and linens from their nests before giving Sapnap gets the okay to come home. They do this mostly so he's not punched in the face by the scent when he walks in the door because the after-heat smell is pretty strong. It's not that he's bothered by the natural scents that linger from day to day, but that pungent smell gives him migraines from time to time with how intense it can be.

Regardless of secondary genders, they own a couch similar to this that they all collectively use for "pack piles," which is basically what they call group cuddle and nap sessions. It's considered a pack nest of sorts with all the blankets and pillows they load it with, and they're not afraid to call it such.

Whenever George and Sapnap travel home to visit their families for holidays or other celebrations, they always take care to pack one of the blankets from their pack pile. The scent of it helps calm them and makes it easier to sleep knowing they're away from their pack, something they've all grown accustomed to by now. George is actually a massive hoodie thief for the same reason, but Dream and Sapnap don't complain about it all too much.

In their absence, Patches is a good pack cat and takes extra special care of Dream for them while they're gone. They all know he gets lonely and misses them deeply when alone in the house - it just doesn't feel right without them. More often than not, he has trouble adjusting the first few days they're gone, so Patches is on mega cuddle duty throughout that time.

In true Dream fashion, he gets antsy and clingy when either is gone for even a handful of hours, which they do tease him about from time to time. They always remind him "We're coming back, Dream, promise." but they recognize it's just because he loves them and wants to make sure they return home safely.

Their first Halloween together, they decide to dress up as Scooby-Doo, Scooby-Dum, and Scooby-Dee with Patches starring as their Scrappy-Doo. This, unfortunately - but not unsurprisingly - leads to some ridiculous discourse from antis because they're wearing collars. They accuse that it's super offensive to members of both secondary genders and blah blah blah, but Dream has none of it. He argues that while collars can be offensive to some, a lot of people think of them as only costumes or accessories. On the other hand, some people really do like wearing them for their intended purpose, and that shouldn't be shamed either. To him, collars don't define who anyone is, and it's stupid to say their choice of wearing them is a way of saying they need to be owned. He's always advocated for people to make their own choices and be their own people regardless of secondary gender norms, so why would he say something like that now?

Following this incident, they decide to be petty and actually wind up getting tags engraved with their logos to put on collars of their signature colors. They wind up wearing them for a future photoshoot with the caption "Style's gone to the dogs - get the limited edition Dream Team Woof-Woof merch before it runs out!" in a campaign where 20% of the profits go to different charities for National Pet Day.

The first design they go with is one sold in each of their stores and varies from person to person in color and the doggy blob face printed on the chest. Each one has paws printed on the inner cuffs so you can have actual sweater paws, the hoods have dog ears printed on them. The second design they go with is sold in the Dream Team store in either black or white with the paws and ears carrying over from the previous design. This one has all three doggy blobs printed on the chest while little bones, balls, and collars are printed down the sleeves.

That's all I have for now, but if I ever come up with more, I will either add them to this post, or I'll make a new one and start making a master post for them all. Either way, thank you for indulging my nonsense thus far, and I hope you enjoyed~

#i need sleep #star's word womit #headcanon #alternate universe #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #punz #karl jacobs #patches #omega!dream #omega!george #alpha!sapnap #alpha!punz #beta!karl

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