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Fernando Alonso x ex! OC smut.

Fernando and Lila have been separated for a year. After a breakup neither of the pair wanted, emotions boil over during a brief meeting in her new home country of Australia. Unlucky for the pair, famous actress and model, Lila only has one night to spend with Alonso, the two make the most of the time they have together. Set in 2019, may not be accurate but it’s just my depiction.

warnings: smut, descriptions of sex, oral, if you’re uncomfortable don’t read. Both characters are heartbroken- some mentions of previous child loss, really want to write a series based off this, comment if it’s something you guys would like to read? This is LONG btw just a warning.

Alonso’s eyes were fixated, his breath didn’t move for a solid 10 seconds when he saw a familiar figure walking in the room. It wasn’t a coincidence that his tie suddenly felt too tight like it was choking him, and she was here. Lila Lillian, the name and face of an angel, his ex-fiancée. The woman who still had his heart a year later. Fernando felt his jaw then fall slack, eyebrows pulling together slightly as his heart began thumping furiously against his chest. There came that funny feeling that he only felt when thinking about her. A longing, a desperation, sadness, shortly followed by a contrasting excitement and happiness to see her here.

Fernando didn’t know why he was shocked. He purposefully came to watch this Grand Prix in Australia knowing she’d possibly be around. The reason their almost-three-year relationship had ended was because of this scheduled move to Australia. They’d experienced so much together before the move, the loss of their unborn baby, an engagement, a bond neither of them shared with any other individual. Fernando swallowed, finally taking a deep breath. Lila had not seen him yet, but Daniel Ricciardo, her close friend who introduced Fernando to her.

His eyes were still focused on her, breathing a little laboured as he moved his head forwards to follow her when she got lost behind a few, taller figures. The petite woman had a radiance like no other, smile bright and wide, encapsulated by her glossy, plump lips. Fernando felt he was in a trance, a dream. He’d been picturing their reunion for days, weeks, even months. When the two figures continuing contact was too difficult, they hadn’t spoke in over three months.

Lila’s gaze was focused on Daniel, laughing at the joke he’d just made, she was aware her ex fiancé may or may not have been at that particular table, but part of her was too afraid to check.

“Fernando is here.” Daniel muttered quietly when they shared a quick hug. “Okay.” Her breath felt sharp, chest pinching. Unknown to either of them, they were experiencing the exact same level of nerves and anticipation as the other.

Fernando only snapped his eyes away when Sebastian slapped him on the back. A supportive kind of action. “You should go say hi before we all get in there.” There wasn’t many of the drivers at the bar, a couple who’d come along with their partners. Fernando wasn’t racing that season, desperate for a change from his not so successful McLaren days. The men there had labelled Lila as his distraction, the reason why he wasn’t performing to the best of his ability, forgetting all about the weakness of their own car. That was something that still made Fernando angry, even a year later.

“Ok.” The Spaniard seemed to move in slow motion. He stared at the table for a moment, earning a few strange looks, swigging his expensive liquor dramatically. It wasn’t how Fernando had pictured, he thought it would be more private, just the two of them. But all the excitement and bustle of the club somehow made their reunion less awkward, less scary. As he approached around the back of the chairs, he was cut short when Lewis’ chair scraped back, accidentally cutting him off to say hello first.

Suddenly Fernando felt transported back to their competitive days, when their respect for one another was yet to greatly form. Fernando thought Lila hadn’t looked at him once, and he felt borderline like he was dying to just speak to her before everybody else got in the way.

“Lewis, hi!” The English girl giggled, arms wrapping around an old friend as the two shared a friendly hug. “Hello you. It’s been ages, how are you? How’s Australia?!”

Fernando borderline felt like he was going into a sulk, tormented by what felt like the longest conversation in the whole of Australia. Finally Lewis sat back down and all of a sudden she was just there. Lila had more of a shock, she hadn’t turned her head to see where Fernando was sat, so now he was stood in front of her, she felt like she was staring at a ghost.

“Fernando.” Her voice was light and airy, heart jumped heavily causing her fingers to touch at the bare skin of her chest. A smile broke on his face and he moved closer, engaging in what both of them wanted to be a tighter hug. Lila inhaled the oh-so familiar scent that sent a wave of nostalgia through her, a comfort like no other. Fernando didn’t fail to recognise the gentle swipe of her thumb over his clothed back, her touch grazing over his waist when they broke apart, something that Fernando shuddered at.

“Hello.” He gently spoke, her brows furrowing a little, the bitter sweet recognition of his voice being borderline overwhelming. His hand still rested on the small of her clothed back, the tiny gesture being enough to make her stomach knot.

I miss you. Fernando thought, “hi.” She giggled nervously, scanning over his face. “How are you?” She spoke after a second or so. Fernando released the tightness of his jaw swiftly. Lila unconsciously held the finger of one hand in her other, her ring finger, now bare without the ring she once wore.

“I’m ok. How are you? You look beautiful.” Fernando’s genuine compliment touched her heart more so than anybody else’s. He saw the way her lips stretched out, the way her eyes still carried a saddened glaze. Angelic, Fernando couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked, the bounce of her hair, the softness of her features. The freckles that dotted over her face- every single detail he once traced he was viewing all over again.

“Thank you…” Lila was so nervous her voice had cracked and faded, so much so Fernando wouldn’t have heard her previous words unless he was watching her so attentively. “So do-”

“Hello, mrs Lillian, I missed you!!!” A little too drunken Sebastian had stumbled over, causing both their heads to turn. Fernando felt a little startled, hand pressing a little firmer against her back. “-you.” She barely finished, clawing at Fernando’s heart as she began grinning again, moving from his hands to Sebastian’s bare hug.

“Take my seat.” Sebastian mouthed to Fernando, winking with a smirk. It was probably Hannahs plan, Sebastian’s wife, to allow the estranged couple to sit next to one another. A drunken ploy to bring the two of them together. Fernando cleared his throat, shuffling back to Sebastian’s seat.

Lila had made her way around the table, being ushered into a seat, not too subtly, next to Fernando. His blazer still rested on the back of the seat, warm against her back which he’d worn previously. The fancy award show which took place prior wasn’t necessarily something Fernando liked, Lila too, but she always did like seeing him a suit…

“Are you staying for a few?” Daniel questioned from across the table, she leaned forwards, smile stretching. “I shouldn’t, all my friends have left, I only really came to say hi. My flights at like 9 tomorrow.”

She was met with a range of objections, pleads and exclamations. From everybody apart from Fernando who felt like he’d been punched in the gut. She was flying out? Away from where he would be for the next week? How was this fair, it couldn’t have been.

“Okay, I’ll stay. Only for a couple though, Daniel I know you’re gonna try get me drunk!” She warned, speaking confidently, laughing at her own comment as Fernando’s lips twitched. She always was funny, a little quirky but her sense of humour was something he found so attractive. “Gonna make me miss my flight.” She commented, laughing gently as Fernando’s eyebrows perked realising she was speaking to him. She’d stolen a glance, desperate to not make their interaction awkward.

“Where are you flying to?” His accent was thicker than she remembered, he leant back in his chair, looking as cool as ever. She smiled gently, fingers still playing with one another.

“New York. I’ve got a shoot there.” Lila laughed a little at how prestigious the words sounded. “Ah.” Fernando nodded, feeling a little loss for words. His disappointment was maybe a little too evident, so he was quick to down the rest of his drink. “Would you like a drink?”

“Oh, yeah..” so much for ‘I wasn’t drinking’ Lila felt the nerves rattling through her bones, something that could only be softened by the flow of alcohol. “I’ll come.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I have it.” He nodded, standing up before she could. Her head tilted up, “oh, Fernando you don’t have to.”

“It’s okay.” He firmed. “Rose?”

“Yeah.” Lila inhaled. “Please…” The more conversation flowed, the more alcohol was consumed. Lila felt consumed by the back Fernando was right there, and as the clock was striking 12, she knew she should’ve been leaving, but the urgency to just do something, do more, with him was overwhelming.

She was two-and-a-half glasses in and being a lightweight, the buzz of the alcohol was already clouding her mind. When she’d taken a break from the conversation Lila felt herself lean back into her chair, instinctively tilting her head towards her left to where Fernando was. His veiny hands were spread over his thighs, finger cladded by the ring she bought him.

When he’d noticed where she was looking, Fernando tensed up a little, lifting his hand to look at the ring himself. “It’s a nice ring.” He shrugged, smirking to himself.

“I know.” She shrugged, border line teasing him. “I picked it out.” Lila chuckled down to her wine, sipping more of the drink she was enjoying a little too much.

“Oh, I didn’t know that.” He fired back playfully. Lila fully looked to him now, smiling properly. “You didn’t remind me once a week.” Fernando felt his heart flutter when she giggled at his words.

“I was proud!” She defended. “And I have good taste.” Lila shrugged, sipping on her drink. Fernando smirked towards her, eyes falling to the slit in her long, black dress. “I know.” He responded, quickly turning up to where she was already looking back to him. Throughout their conversation with one another and the others, the two were moving closer and closer together.

“There’s so many spiders here though, I knew there would be- but I was shocked they’re literal tarantulas.” She dramatically exclaimed. “I was right the whole time. Moving to Australia was a bad idea.” He was joking, of course, but there was an element of truth that lingered. When the two would occasionally dispute when being together, it was about her move to Australia.

“Yeah, yeah, course you were.” She playfully knocked his arm which he rested on the back of his chair. Their chairs were almost touching, every now and then their feet would touch under the table, her heel grazing against his shin. Fernando had no idea if it was intentional or not, but there was something ignited deep inside him at the fact they were reunited again.

“I mean, I should’ve listened to you about the snakes.” She turned her body to face his, knees touching his thigh. Fernando instinctively spread his legs a little further so they pressed firmer against her legs.

“Oh yeah?” He laughed, eyeing her up quickly, arm resting over the back of the chair she sat on subtly. “Yeah, they’re terrifying.” She admitted.

“Are they big?”

“Huge, Nando, you’d be terrified.”

“I don’t like the sound of that.” “Yeah? Good job you didn’t come to Australia with me then.” Although he could hear the sarcasm and joking oozing off her tone, his smile faltered, scanning over Lila’s expression. Her smile fell harder than when it had started. It was something she never could understand- well she could, but she always hoped Fernando would come to Australia with her at some point.

“Im only kidding.” She pointed out, aware the joke didn’t fall as it had intended to. His arm had fallen off the back of his chair. He offered her a gentle smile, a reassuring one. “You know-” as she finished her third glass of wine, she felt her filter becoming non existent.

“It is nice to see you, I wondered if… if you’d be here, you know cos you’re not racing and all this season?” Fernando’s heart melted as he automatically reached out, placing a hand on her thigh, not too far up. He could see the blush that grew on her face, the physical hitch in her throat.

“I missed you-” she dropped casually, touching his warm hand lightly, before removing it seconds later. “Sorry…” Lila frowned, wondering if she’d gone a little too far. The words simply stabbed at Fernando’s heart further. His fingers squeezed over her bare flesh. “I miss you.” He was quick to reply, voice low and head dipped slightly. The two of them looked at one another through their eyelashes.

“How are you doing? You know, taking some time off?” Terrible, heartbroken. Fernando wanted to be open with her.

“Keeping busy.”

“Not burning yourself out, I hope?” A kind hand laid on his arm supportively. “No.” He responded. “Just… I just needed some time off after last season.” And after the break up.

“McLaren.” She awkward smiled, exhaling the word out. She knew the things they thought of her, a distraction, a pretty girl that at 22 knew nothing when she was dating a man 12 years her senior. They probably rejoiced and laughed when they split. For Fernando that wasn’t home, he couldn’t accept anybody in his life who didn’t accept her, still, to this day. She was his home, and now she’d gone he felt clueless.

“Yeah…” he knowingly spoke. A moment of silence took over the pair. She glanced down to the time, 12:45. “Oh god. I need to go to bed.” Lila felt Fernando’s hand slip a little further up her leg when he looked to also check the time. “Do you have to leave, already?” His words tugged at her heart, a contrast to the way her core was burning at his hand flattened over her bare thigh.

“I’m flying out tomorrow, I have at be at the airport by 6:30.” She sighed, chest heavy with sadness. She’d been so caught up with catching up with Fernando she had somewhat forgotten that the night would have to come to an end.

“One more drink won’t kill you.” He attempted to lighten the mood by nudging her shoulder. In return Lila could only offer him a saddened smile. “Sorry, Nando…” the nickname made his chest ache painfully. “Then I will walk you back.” He offered as she reached over to catch his fingers against her own. Fernando hated that he didn’t feel the cold of her ring on against his hand. It should’ve been there… “Okay.” Her voice was reduced to a whisper as he helped her up, “we are heading off.” Fernando cleared his throat to the few people still gathered around the table. People eyed up the pair, some smirking, some shocked.

“It’s been nice to see you all, hopefully I’ll see you guys soon… bye Danny.. see you Seb.” After a few moments of goodbye’s the two left side-by-side. For Lila it felt just like old times, except there was a sadness that lingered.

“I’m getting a ride back.” Lila had already texted her driver, who was waiting outside. She halted, looking up to Fernando whom she had paused so they were face to face. Her words made his heart drop, feelings reminiscent of that early morning in the airport when they said goodbye for good.

“I just wanted to say bye to you away from the table.” Lila slowly explained, seeing Fernando scanning over her face with sadenned, puppy eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, Nando.” She felt as though she could cry, reaching out and taking his hand.

Fernando swallowed, stealing a glimpse out to the car readily parked outside. When he turned back to her he felt like he’d been punched in the gut to see her eyes becoming glassy.

“No, no, no.” He hushed, pulling her closer. Her arms wrapped over his shoulders, feeling his hand on her waist, the other on the back of her head. “Come with me, Nando…” she’d pulled back only slightly, gazing up to the taller man. Tears had yet to spill, she was just awaiting his response.

“Pl-” “Yes.” Fernando simply spoke, placing her hand back into his. “Let’s go, bebé.”

The car ride home was comfortable, neither of them spoke too much, but Fernando had purposefully sat next to her in the middle seat, their hands still intertwined. Both of them felt the need for one another, the deep desire that burnt in each of their hearts. It went beyond lust, it was a need. Lila would brush her hand against Fernando’s inner thigh every now and then and he would struggle with the urge to control his mind leading elsewhere.

“Where are you staying?” Lila gently asked when they were stood outside her hotel room. Living in Sydney, she was pretty far from home. “Not too far from here. I will walk.” Fernando nodded. “W- no. You can- you can get a taxi.” She stammered, purposefully delaying the goodbye. What she really wanted to say was ‘you can stay’ but somehow, despite the Dutch courage, she was nervous.

Fernando smiled tightly, running a hand down her arm before glancing back down the hall, where the lifts were. Lila’s heart jumped in a desperation that screamed at her to not let him leave.

“Fernando-”

“Lila-” he began, taking hold of her hand. “Yeah?” She felt lost for breath, as did Fernando. He picked up her hand, pulling it up to his lips intimately. She let out a closed mouth sigh, one that was audible to his ears, hurting his heart.

“Come here.” He whispered, pulling her right into his front where they shared a tight embrace. “I miss you, Nando. I meant to say it earlier, not that I missed you. I still do.” The clarification was something Fernando honestly had not picked up on, but it was still enough to make him feel like he wanted to cry.

“I know.” He whispered feeling her pull back to gaze over his face. The two shared no more words, just a look that they both recognised. With a gentle caress of her cheek, Fernando moved forwards, pressing his lips to hers gently. That kiss sealed their fate. It gave them both butterflies just like it was the first time, and when the kiss deepened she found herself pulling him into her room, key card clumsily waving against the door to unlock it.

When they were inside she grappled hold of his blazer desperately, beginning to push it off as he simultaneously began pulling off his tie. Their tongues danced against one another’s, lipstick smearing over his lips as they frantically made out with one another.

When they fell back into the bathroom door the two of them shared a giggle, meeting eyes for the first time. Lila’s smile remained as her fingers fell to the buckle on his belt. Fernando glanced down with a slack jaw before moving in for another kiss, breathing becoming heavier as she began unbuckling his belt, unzipping his trousers and leaving them open. Her hand was going to reach down into his underwear but she had to steady herself, holding onto his shoulders. Fernando closed the gap between them, hard cock pressing against her inner hip as she moaned against his lips.

His hands travelled down, pulling her dress down with it, tits exposing as he began leaving open mouthed kisses over her skin, her sensitive nipples. He was holding her up by the waist, crotch pressed into his by a hand on her ass. If he wasn’t holding onto her, Lila swore she’d fall over from the dizzy feeling. Fernando knew her body better than anybody, she had never been with anybody better, now she was desperate to have him again, all of him.

“Nando.” When she moaned, he swore he was being visited by the angels. He’d fully pushed her dress down and off, leaving her in a black pair of thongs and her heels. “Fernando, please, I can’t wait.” She choked out at the swipe of his hand over her aching pussy. She was throbbing for him, Fernando was positive he could feel it. He felt his cock painfully hard in his boxers, so much so it hurt.

When he felt the grab of her hand on him he thought he’d cum there and then. Something snapped and he was leading her towards the bed, nudging her down and pulling his cock free. He licked his hand, pushing her thongs to the side and swiping the wetness across her already dripping pussy. He groaned in pleasure at the sensation. The familiarity drove Fernando crazy, her chest was heaving and falling as they made eye contact, it was all so full of anticipation.

Usually Nando would go down on her for what felt like hours before, he’d made her finish endless amounts of times and he found nothing more erotic than seeing her in that position, writhing, pulling his hair, grinding her hips against his mouth. Lola’s lower stomach was burning, her hands holding around Fernando’s muscular arms, the tip of his unprotected cock nudging against her pussy.

More preparation was ideal, but neither of them could wait, he was gentle with his movement, watching her attentively for any sign of pain. Fernando reached out, stroking her cheek before falling on top of her, hands at either side of her as he eased his length into her.

Lola’s breath hitched, feeling him pull a pillow under her neck for comfort, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he took a deep breath, cock buried deep inside of her. “Nando.” She breathed, hand stroking down the back of his scalp and neck.

“Is that ok?” He quickly spoke as soon as he heard the delicate whisper of his name. “Yeah, you feel so good.” Lila swallowed, he sunk down, lips pressing to her forehead as he began moving slowly.

Fernando always enjoyed missionary with Lila, especially now, he could see every inch of her pleasure, kiss her, squeeze here, anything she wanted. Her heels still remained on her feet, spread wide. Fernando couldn’t resist running a hand up the inside of her soft flesh. He exhaled, his temple pressed to hers as he began moving slowly, sensually. His hips rolled slowly, her own bouncing up slightly to meet his as they engaged in a deep, messy kiss.

“I missed you… so much.” Fernando shakily sighed, “I missed you.” With every touch, every stroke, Fernando felt himself becoming unravelled in her hold, everything felt so intimate, their eye contact, their kisses, they were making love like it was the last time. Maybe it was, Fernando shook the thought from his mind. The slide of his cock in and out of her perfect pussy drove him into a trance, pulling her up onto his lap.

His movements were strong, she found it so erotic that as soon as she sat in his lap she began rocking her hips back and fourth against his. Their pants and gasps filled the room, foreheads pressed to one another as Fernando began to sweat in his shirt. His pants had been discarded but he couldn’t find the chance to possibly stop what was going on to undress fully.

When her movements became a little faster, her head dropped back, a louder moan escaping her lips, one that drove Alonso crazy. He was staring at her, watching her intensely as she rode him, fingers digging deeper into the flesh of his shoulders. He wanted her to leave marks for days to come so even if they weren’t near, he’d still have something technically of hers.

“Fernando, fuck… fuck.” Her moans developed into whines, his hips beginning to snap into hers. With more confidence, he felt his gasps slowly turn into grunts that escaped through his teeth. He pulled her back into his body, hugging her through the love making as she bounced up and down on his aching member.

“Please…” she babbled, a little unknown as to what she was pleading for. More of him, all of him, him to come back. “Shit.” Fernando cursed, eyes squeezing shut when she rolled herself deep against his cock. He wasn’t sure how long he’d last, she was already working towards an orgasm. Only Fernando could make her feel so good.

“Tan bueno. Eres tan buena.” He muttered out, an open mouthed groan escaping his lips. She responded to his words with an open mouthed cry, back arching and falling back again. “Please, Nando, please, fuck me.” She was being wicked, so very cruel, tits bouncing as she threw her head back, hair also bouncing with each movement.

Fernando was breathing out loud now, taking a handful of her breast, squeezing at the nipple as he watched her like he was seeing stars. Lila felt herself going into overdrive, there was something so erotic and intimate about being back with the man she still loved so much. When his hand travelled down to her clit, rubbing in the perfect way she liked, she knew she was a sucker.

“Fuck, I’m- Fernando, I’m gonna cum.” She slurred, choking out moans between each word. Her stomach was building as her movements turned frantic, he sped up to hit her g-spot, the bed squeaking under his movements. Lila felt bad for the people downstairs…

Her orgasm crept up painfully fast, she was gasping out loud, eyebrows scrunched as she stared back to his glistening eyes. “Cum for me, fuck. You can do it.” He encouraged, his fingers digging deeper into her hip bone. Lila’s voice cracked as she hit her peak, momentarily losing the ability to think as she experienced the most overwhelming orgasm ever.

The best part of it? She fell back into Fernando’s arms after, chest heaving and falling as she panted, coming down from her pure bliss. “Tan buena.” He told her, fingers stroking up her back.

“Mmmmh.” She hummed, brows still furrowed, lips pouted as they shared another kiss. Nando was gentle and careful to start his movements again, knowing she’d be sensitive from her prior orgasm.

“You feel so tight, oh my-” Fernando’s eyes rolled back as he bit down on her shoulder, hips slowly fucking into her. It wasn’t enough, he needed her faster, harder, all of her. He wanted to fill her with his seed, make her his again. “-God.” He finished his sentence, shuddering as he lifted her slightly, nudging her to go on all fours.

Lila loved when Fernando wanted to go in doggy. He was always so passionate, so good, most of all he fucked her like no other man could, so with a kiss to her pussy, and another to her bum cheek, he slid back in, groaning and grunting at the sensation.

“Lila.” He moaned, head dropping back in reaction to her back arching. She whined against the mattress, clawing at the sheets as she fell back onto his cock. His hands steadied her, overwhelmed with how beautiful this angle was. His thumbs pressed into the dimples at the bottom of her back, massaging slightly.

“Please, Fernando… fuck me how you used to.” Her words somehow got him almost choked up, but riled up to say the least. With the snatch of a hip each, he fucked into her, using all his stamina to continue the sex until they were both experiencing an immeasurable amount of pleasure. “Mierda. Ángel mío, te sientes tan jodidamente bien.” Fernando’s dirty words weren't something she could properly translate, but she loved it, with each fuck of his cock inside of her he was growing hungrier, more desperate. “Please!” She wept, feeling her stomach constantly tighten from the pleasure.

“Please, Nando.” Lila let out a pornographic moan, one that Fernando followed with, the sound of her moans and begs becoming filthy driving him too close to the edge. His hips moved harshly, body curling over hers as his groans began long before his orgasm even began.

With one last whimper, of her asking him to finish inside her, Fernando felt he was driven crazy. His head was spinning as he felt the shoot of his seed filling her up, pussy clenched around him as he let out the hottest sound she’d ever heard. His body slumped, quickly resting a hand on the bed to support him through his orgasm, cheek rested on her back.

Fernando was in love, so deeply in love, still. “I love you.” He shuddered out as Lila felt the jump of her heart, her eyes pricking at the words. “I love you.” Her voice caught in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate to say it back. Fernando let out one final moan, milking the last of his orgasm before pulling out and smoothing down her back when she laid on her front.

He shifted to the right of her, laying on his side to meet her half way for gentle kisses. “Stay tonight.” Her hand rested against his forearm which still trembled from the pleasure he’d just experienced.

“Okay.” Fernando kissed her deeply once again. Apart from excusing herself to the bathroom for a few moments, the two were inseparable, naked bodies intertwine throughout the night. Neither of them wanted to sleep, they both had so much to say, yet so little time. Fernando worried if he’d closed his eyes then morning would arouse him and they’re separation would follow.

Of course, morning did come. The bustle of her attempting to prepare for the airport was only something Nando could soothe her with. Except this time, she thought she’d burst into tears at any moment knowing they’d have to say goodbye. He rode with her to the airport, carried her bags. Their connection from the night before had drew then irreversibly close once again.

As soon as the airport came into Lila’s vision, her stomach dropped. “We’re here.” She whispered, fingers sliding over Fernando’s thigh. He was still in the same clothes from last night, not that he really cared, he just wanted to be there with her. Something washed over Fernando, he borderline snatched her hand, preventing her from pulling it back.

“Come home with me.” “Fernando-” she sighed, hearing this conversation many times over. “Please. We can start another life together, put your ring back on.” She could feel the sickly feeling arise in her chest when their car pulled up.

“Nando.” Her heart became heavy and the tears in her eyes only grew further at his words. He kissed her, deeply, quickly. “I miss you.” That broke the flood gates. Her eyes began streaming as he held her tightly. The only person that could reduce him to tears was her.

“I miss you so much.” She repeated. “But I can’t, not after we lost- I just… for now. I can’t.” She almost spiralled, but a deep inhale and reminder that the driver was waiting outside the car with her bags pulled her back together. Fernando’s jaw was clenched to prevent him becoming choked up. “I’m sorry.” He stared blankly at the space between them, he’d become overwhelmed with a desperation for him back in her life. One that killed him. He began to worry they’d never be together again.

“Te esperaré...” “I will wait for you too, Nando…”

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Yandere Nu carnival

Warnings: kidnapping, drugs, violence, stalking

Yakumo

He's so sweet, how can you say no to that face? You never really get to see his yandere tendencies, and he plans to keep it that way as long as possible. The only time he has ever appreciated his snake power was when he can punish people who were mean to you. He genuinely loves you and wants you to be happy, and he's happy watching you flourish. Vengeance and violence are his only yandere tendencies but never directed to you. No matter what he would never hurt you. He would be heartbroken if you fell for someone else. Torn apart between his love for you and his need to have you happy.

Edmond

He fights with his feelings for you constantly. He knows what he's feeling is wrong but he can't stop. It's your fault he can't get you out of his head. He will have some of his men keep an eye on you when he has to take care of duties for the king or Eiden. His guards are never allowed to interact with you though. If he finds out one of them touched you! No one will be able to find the body. He takes your safety more seriously than he takes the kings. He hates these overwhelming feelings. He will sometimes bake you sweets and leave it on your doorstep. He doesn't get close to you. He desperately wants to, but he's so scared to mess it up. He feels unworthy of your attention. Unless something happens to you and he has to intervene you probably won't see him. You'll just have a secret admirer.

Olivine

Unknowingly manipulative. He wants to be a beacon of light in this scary world for you. It's not his fault that his fans are crazy, but if they ever say anything to you he's always there with open arms ready to comfort you. He scolds his followers who get jealous of you. He understands their jealousy though, he feels the same when he sees you with others. Although he doesn't act on his jealousy. He would write stories about you to read to the kids who come to the temple. He would also write some private stories for himself as well. He feels guilty about these stories and will get you little gifts the next day…you have lots of little gifts from him.

Quincy

For a man so big he is deadly quiet when he wants to be. If you're from the tribe he checks in on you every once in a while but doesn't do much else. If you're from the city though… Just a clumsy little thing that wandered too far into his territory. There's no way you'd survive without him, you're far too weak. So he's got to protect you right? He's always had protective instincts but has never felt the need to act like this before. Topper is worried about him but there's nothing to be worried about, he's just watching over you. If you get too lost and stumble into his cabin he thinks it's perfect. He can put in the effort this once to take care of this little stray.

Kuya

This is a big game to him but it's a game he's going to win. You started off as a play thing he became obsessed with. Just a lost little rabbit that fell into the foxes den. He doesn't even need to touch you to punish you. Illusions of your loved ones dying or feeling your bones break. You feel everything and its so real that you can't think straight when you come out of the illusion. Half the time he lets you cry in his arms after the punishment asking softly if you learned your lesson. You nod your head as you cry but you know you'll be punished again. He will use any excuse to punish you just to see more of your delicious reactions. You're too scared to try and run, you really are a rabbit in his maw.

Blade

He wants to know everything about you. Isolating, he gets extremely jealous when others are near you. Unironically calls you darling. Eliminator who will kill anyone who he thinks gets close to you. The only exception is the clan members because he can't make Eiden sad, but he will hurt them as a warning if he feels the need to. He does not feel like what he's doing is wrong, he just knows he feels so strongly. The only other person allowed to get close to you is Eiden because it's “double cuteness”. Totally delusional as well. He thinks you love him just as much as he loves you and there's no way to get him to see reality.

Garu

Puppy. He just wants to be by your side. His feelings and affection for you are genuine. Unfortunately his fear of abandonment is what could trigger some of his more obsessive tendencies. Escape is not an option either if you try to avoid him or run away well you're not going to get very far when he can just sniff you out. Him and Karu have been alone for so long and will be heartbroken if you were to leave. He's incredibly protective of you and is always on the lookout if anybody would want to try to hurt or take advantage of you. Just don't leave him and he'll do pretty much anything you want.

Karu

Now unlike Karu who is content just being near you, Garu needs to have you. He is much more possessive and just as protective. While Karu will beat up people who say things behind your back, Garu will tear them apart if someone so much as looks at you wrong. After he will grab your arm with his bloody hand and drag you away. You are his and will make sure you know your place.

Dante

He wants to keep you close. He would give you an easy job in the palace like feeding the animals or cleaning the arena. Not something too dangerous, but close enough to danger that it impresses you whenever you see him beast taming or training soldiers. He wants you to think he's strong, smart, and perfect. Even if he knows he's not perfect he wants you to look up to him, maybe even worship him. He's pretty tame as long as you don't try to leave Solaria or get a boyfriend/girlfriend. If you do he won't take it out on you though. He will simply get rid of whoever dares get close to you. He is all you will ever need anyway, it's not like anyone else can provide more than him.

Rei

Oh yeah he'll just kidnap you. He thinks and plans so fast so it's only a few days between meeting you and taking you. However the whole thing was miraculously planned out. It only took him a few days to learn everything about you, you really should have better home security. Well that doesn't really matter because you're coming to his cabin anyway. You can't even fight him, not in a way that matters. He's too smart to trick and won't lower his guard. If he thinks for a moment you are planning something he has plenty of drugs to keep you complacent.

Eiden

He already has a giant harem, so why not join it? He can flirt his way into most guys' pants so he will definitely use that experience on you. He figures if he can seduce you he can win your heart after. First he just needs to show what he's good at. He may also convince some of the other clan members to help win you over. Blade Garu Yakumo and Olivine are more than happy to have a new friend around. If they are yandere too then you don't stand a chance. You want to get away? Nope, now you have a clan member escorting you back to Eiden. Its not that bad, Eiden doesn't punish or anything like that. Still your basically stuck in a gilded cage.

Aster

Unfortunately you have no choice but to do what he says. He has so much blackmail on you. Most of it is small things that don't matter, but a collection of every mistake you've made you can't ignore. He has blackmail on your family too, enough to get them executed. You don't want your friends or family caught in this, right? As long as you continue to dote on him he won't say a word. He doesn't want gifts or anything from you. Just your presence, attention, and maybe some blood…

Morvay

Does it count as a stalker if you know he's there? Like always there. He visits you any chance he gets, and he has so much free time. He'll annoy Aster for spending money to buy you gifts. Not wholesome gifts like some of the others, no he'd rather get you lingerie or a toy and once even got you a small bottle of aphrodisiac. He won't act without consent but he is constantly wearing you down. You can't get a moment of peace. He will insert himself into your life until you think of him as much as he thinks of you. At the end of the day he just wants you to use him.

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Chapter 1 - The Sea Is My Destiny

Summary: To save your nation You are given as a bride to a sea god.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

A/N: Reader is heavily implied to be Mexican but i tried to keep it as free to the imagination as possible

Work count: 1.331

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His attentive eyes observed the people around him with some fear. However, before everything started to become scary, you were fascinated by being able to have time for yourself, to observe the people there, while the spokesman of your village loudly dictated praises to the gods.

You carefully observed the men dressed in traditional attire. They were always on guard, as if at any moment You could get up and run away. But You could feel the fear in those men's eyes; I could smell the fear exuding from their skin. You knew exactly why they were like this.

A discreet sigh escaped You, as you continued to observe the people. I could discern the fear, uncertainty and resentment between them, as if any wrong move would be a reason for greater misfortune. All of that was immense nonsense. On normal days you would laugh alongside your maids about how people were willing to fight over any nonsense. Now there were no handmaids, not anymore. It was just You and your uncertain future.

You noticed that the spokesperson had just finished speaking and was looking at You, as if waiting for your words. You waved briefly, dismissing him with your hand. The man went down two steps and stood next to his father, a leader who seemed the most spiteful of all, and his mother, who hid her sad face with a rigid look.

You stood up feeling inexplicable anxiety; the weight of saving everyone. The men who were beside you also stood up, but remained next to the throne where You rested. You clearly noticed how the eyes looking at You shone with expectation. You thought about smiling, but you were afraid you would start crying if your easy expression changed. They were foolish and needed to believe that You were confident that their sacrifice would be worth something.

“My people...” You began, your voice shaking. “I want you to know that I go in peace. My heart is happy to know that my sacrifice saved those I love.”

You stopped talking, waiting for the urge to cry to go away, but it didn't. You're back to speaking.

“I ask that you remember me with love, joy and compassion. Don't shed tears of sadness, celebrate my departure with music and dance. “

For the simplest people, that was enough. You were used to seeing your father hold celebrations to calm the people. But you realized that his speech didn't work for the tribal leaders. They looked at You as if all that wasn't real. But You weren't too worried about the opinion of those guys, since they failed to protect their people.

With a procession made up of your family members, musicians and dancers you walked through the city in your wedding attire to the beach. The entire city was celebrating as the threat had finally been neutralized. Legends and songs would be made in his honor; the young princess who was willing to marry a sea god to save her people from white invaders. As people rejoiced her name and flowers covered the path protecting her bare feet, You clenched the fabric of her dress tightly to keep yourself steady. You couldn't weaken, no. You couldn't show weakness in front of your people, in front of your mother, You needed to continue.

The threat came on a summer day, during the hottest day, large boats with white sails containing a red symbol arrived at the coast of their nation with weapons and violence. Men with skin as white as clouds in the sky wore iron clothes that sparkled in the sunlight. The white man used his magic weapons that fired iron balls, killing a warrior immediately, then came the disease, decimating an entire village in a few days.

You had lost one of your brothers to this disease, the oldest, the first, the one who would become leader of that people after the death of your father. The crown prince left behind a heartbroken mother, a wounded father, and a broken nation.

On a moonless night, over the waves of the sea, a man with ears that followed the direction of the stars and winged ankles appeared to his father. His father found himself falling on his knees for such a divine being. Man, God, offered his help to rid that land of its invaders, but something must be given in return. War and disease had taken all the resources of your nation, so it was up to your father to offer You; his only daughter. For some unknown reason the entity accepted.

When his father shared the news, his mother screamed, calling him the worst names possible. ‘’You demon! How dare you take my daughter away from me? I already lost one! I refuse to lose another one.” His mother had said with tears in her eyes. Her father only justified that she had other children and that sacrifices needed to be made for the good of the nation.

The council did not contest the action of its leader, your brothers were young to fight for You and your mother was alone. Decisions were made without knowledge; a dress was made, a procession organized and a marriage ceremony, without his presence, was held between his father and the entity. By custom you were already a married woman. Now, you walked towards your husband's house.

Her week was surrounded by beautification preparations; Her skin was bathed in scented oil, her hair was plucked and her mind was filled with information on how to please her husband on their wedding night. In her last days at home, her father was kinder to You, her brothers made a point of always being by her side and her mother started sleeping in her bed. The people were told how the young princess's action of giving herself to the unknown would save everyone and they praised her as a Goddess.

The courted followed to the beach where two enigmatic figures waited for You. You turned back looking one last time at your family, at your nation. It was not considered an auspicious act for a bride in procession to look back, but at that moment no one seemed to care about breaking traditions. You needed to see them one last time before you left forever.

His mother didn't shed a single tear when her gaze met hers; She knew that if she did, you would cry too, she needed to be strong for you. Her father had a firm look, but with a touch of affection underneath, as if saying sorry. And her brothers, her lovely brothers, waved their little arms and kissed her goodbye.

“It’s time, princess.” Said the Elder.

One last look was made before you turned and went towards the people waiting for you. As you approached those two figures, they began to take shape. A woman, an inch shorter than You, had blue skin and a strange brace that covered her shoulders, neck, nose and mouth. Her small body was covered by a red dress with details worked in black. The man was big, tall and muscular, also blue-skinned with the same braces as the girl. In his muscular hand he held a device similar to the one in his nose and mouth.

When You approached they made a kind of bow. Out of respect, You repeated the gesture, which seemed right, as they made satisfied expressions. The blue man approached You with that strange device in his hand.

“Do you want me to put it on?” You asked. The man didn't seem to understand what you were saying, he just tilted his head to the left side; similar to the gesture his father's hunting dogs made.

He took a few steps until he was too close to You. The device was placed on his face, covering his nose and mouth, the last thing You saw was the man's arms supporting his body before he fell into the sand.

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tomhollandisabae · 1 year

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arcadia - simon "ghost" riley x f!reader

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fandom; call of duty

summary; maybe helping emotinally ghost isn't the best idea. harsh words are being said, feelings are hurt and after an eventfull night your lives make an 180 turn

warnings; angst, mature language, mature themes, mentions of trauma, heavy smut [18+/ MINORS D.N.I.] / unedited

words; 4.1k

a/n; it's actually friends to enemies... i uploaded again because for some reason tumblr is messing w the hastags... and my nerves!!!

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Since the first day you joined task force 141, you had been obsessed with Ghost.

Behind his scary mask, you imagined a man that was hurting. You could read his eyes like an open book, understanding when he was in pain –physically and mentally- when he was sad, angry and many other emotions.

It wasn’t like you were sorry for him, but sad by everything he had been through. Of course you weren’t aware about his childhood trauma, but everyone had experienced something bad in their lives that made them join the army, well... most of them. Apart from you...

You were coming from a wealthy background, being raised as a princess, having the world at your feet, a happy family and a happy life. And that was why Ghost didn’t like you.

Not one bit.

He was thinking very low of you, believing that a person like you would never understand everything that he had been through. He basically loathed you because you were happy, the people you loved most were all alive and you didn’t have to keep a blank face while hiding behind a mask, feeling like a coward.

As a matter of fact that you were a medic and didn’t have to be on the field, you were only seeing Ghost while he was in base.

You were always smiling warmly at him, trying to cheer him up –maybe even make him crack a smile too –yet you never succeeded. He was being grumpy all the time, ignoring you all the time. When you would sit next to him at lunch, he would silently eat his food not even paying attention to what you were saying and then get up and leave. When you would join him in training, he would pretend that you weren’t even there. When you would approach him for a small talk in the hallway, he would pass you by. When he would get hurt and you would have to treat him, he would keep his face straight, never look at you and leave as soon you were done, not even saying a small thank you.

But you wouldn’t let that get to you. You would try every day, every hour and every second. You wanted to make that man see the happiness in life, that no matter what happened to him in the past, he would be able to start over.

It was no lie that with time passing by, you fell for the big scary grumpy man that would never spare you a single glance. But you kept trying, until one day...

Everyone had returned from a mission and some of the men were at the med bay getting treated. However, you never saw Ghost coming in... you felt relieved knowing that he didn’t get hurt, but you still wanted to see him for you missed him.

“y/n, will you go check on Ghost in his room. Some said that he got hurt, but never came in” a nurse informed you and you felt you heart dropping.

As you made your way towards his room, many thoughts surrounded your head. How badly hurt was he? Why wouldn’t he come at the med bay? Was he so weak that he couldn’t walk anymore? Your heartbeat picked up at these thoughts and you found yourself sprinting to his room.

When you finally reached your destination, you knocked at his door, hoping for an answer, yet nothing, so you knocked again and again and again until you heard him groan from the other side, finally opening his door.

“are you okay?” was the first thing that you said while scanning his body for any injuries.

“i’m good. I took care of everything” he replied with a cold voice.

“why didn’t you come to me?” you tilted your head in question.

“i’m fine” he avoided your question and tried to close the door, but you blocked it with your hand.

“no you’re not ghost! What is wrong with you? do you ever think about you and the risk you’re putting yourself through?” you pointed your finger at him.

“even if i did, that's none of your business. So stop being so fucking annoying and leave me the hell alone.” he raised his voice and you gasped by that.

“sim--” you tried to say but he cut you off.

“don’t you fucking say my name. You're nothing but a filthy rich little girl that is used on having everything she fucking wants and now that she can’t have that anymore she’s being a pain in the arse.” his words took you aback, breaking your heart.

“you don’t mean that...” you let out a weak voice.

“believe what you want” and with that he closed the door loudly.

Tears started running down your face and you ran towards your room, avoiding everyone in your way. When you entered the place that you could found some kind of comfort you fall onto your bed and cried your heart out.

You never believed that he would ever treat you like that. You thought that would manage to get on his good side as the time was passing by, but obviously that never happened and never will.

His words resulted in you not leaving your room for the next week, until one day after a successful mission when everyone had decided to go out for drinks.

You made a huge effort to get ready and follow the others at the bar.

When you reached there you isolated yourself at the far end of the room, away from everyone’s eyes, while you started getting yourself drunk.

You were on your fifth –or something –beer, when someone caught your hand, preventing you from attaching your lips on the cold bottle, but when you turned your face to see whoever was that that was holding your wrist, you came face to face with those sweet, but also cold eyes that you had fallen for. Ghost...

“you’ve drunk enough” he exclaimed.

“hmm how’d you know? Have you been watching me big guy?” you smiled lazily at him, feeling a weird confidence overtaking you.

“i’m taking you to base” he said.

“nooooo I wanna drink more” you let out a whine.

he didn’t say anything back, just tighten the grip on your wrist while he literally dragged you out of the bar.

On your way back to base, you kept singing and singing while following Ghost carefully.

“my body is a map of L.A and my heart is like paper, I hate ya...” you swung from side to side as your eyes were travelling all around the street.

“i’m not from the land of the palms, so I know I can’t stay here” you wiggled your hand out of his grip and he turned to look at you stand.

“i’m not native, but my curves, san gabriel all day” you grabbed his hands, intertwining your fingers.

“my lips like the fire licks the bay, if you think that you know yourself, you can come over” he tensed.

“lay your hands on me like you’re a land rover” you rested your head on his shoulder.

“in arcadia...” he took in a sharp breath.

“arcadia...” you placed your other hand on his forearm softly.

“all roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries” he felt as if he couldn’t breathe anymore.

“that get the blood flowin’ straight to the heart of me...” you hummed as you stroked softly his hand.

You felt a warm feeling overflowing within you as you were so close to him, so close to the man that you so very much loved with your whole heart.

The man that had broken your heart...

You unfocused for the rest of the walk, letting him guide to through the dark of the night.

At last you reached your room, without you even realising. You only felt Ghost placing you down on your soft mattress as he took of your shoes and stand back up.

You raised your head looking him straight in the eyes with tears falling down on your cheeks.

“stay...” you let out a low whimper while holding his hand.

He stood like a statue, not knowing how to react.

“i can’t--” you cut him off.

“why do you hate me?” you sobbed.

Again, he didn’t say anything.

“i won’t apologise for the life I had for I wasn’t the one that chose it, but with all my happiness and wiliness I wanted to make you feel better, I wanted to make you see that there’s still life out there for you, because... I care about you.” you sniffled.

“i never meant to annoy you, never meant to make you feel bad, I just wanted to brighten your day.” you got up, still holding his hand.

“i’m sorry if i made you feel bad about yourself, I'm sorry for everyth--” he placed his other hand on your mouth.

“no one cares about me” his voice was barely heard.

You couldn’t reply though, as his hand was preventing you from talking.

However, what he did next made your eyes widen as he lifted his mask so that his soft pink lips were revealed. The hand on your mouth travelled south, placing itself softly on your waist, while his other hand intertwined with yours. He leaned down, lips hovering above yours, his breath falling soundly against your mouth.

You squished his hand in reassurance and finally his lips connected with yours. His lips were warm and soft almost silken, and pillowy against your own. Your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside. Now, he had brought both hands on your waist, pulling you closer resulting in your bodies to be pressed together heatedly, breathing heavily as your lips pressed against each other. You could taste your shared breath, while feeling the thud of your combined heartbeat.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, sparks igniting as he lowered his head, disconnected his lips from yours, guiding them towards your jaw, peppering kisses across it and the lower on you neck placing a light kiss on your pulse point as he took in your sweet aroma. The smell of his own perfume, of the soft scent, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in your stomach.

“Ghost...” you whimper, tears now dried.

He lifted his head looking at you. Once again, he brought his lips again on yours, this time in a more demanding kiss. His hands started fumbling to take off your clothes, starting with your shirt as you lifted your hands up to help pull it off of you, while your other clothes followed suit, as you stood now completely naked in front of him.

The room was dark, so you both couldn’t see much. Ghost finally, picks you up and throws you on the bed as he eyed you for a long moment, searching and looking at your body, before the tension left his own. He tried to take in as much as he could with the help of the moonlight that was making its way through the curtains. He took in your unscarred body, the way your chest was moving up and down as you tried to regain your breath, your beautiful breasts with your erected nipples that were awaiting for him to feel his tender touch, his gentle fingers, his warm lips around them. Then his eyes darted onto your waist and he couldn’t help but imagine his hands grabbing on the soft flesh, squishing your skin, while pleasing you the best he could. Then he moved on your hips and the area he craved more as he felt his feet giving up from under him as he kneeled down, placing his big hands on both your thighs parting them without taking his eyes from your pussy, noticing the way it was glistening with your wetness. He looked up at you, your soft eyes locking with his.

His hands travelled across your stomach, reaching your breasts, cropping them softly and then it was as something snapped in him. He stood up taking of his shirt and climbed on top of you, bringing you in the middle of your bed as your legs rested on either side of him. His breath hitting against your lips, one hand lowering itself on your soft body, while the other stayed on the side of your head, supporting himself.

“Ghost...” you cried out.

Now his hand was only inches away from the warm core, caressing it with a finger –or was it two fingers? -two, perhaps even three, were now travelling down the gulley and any moment, any millisecond, you would have to plead –this was what you had wanted him to want to do since the day you first met him –and you were caught between excitement and panic, and it –the tongue –you felt as if you were swallowing it and you didn’t mind it anymore, because he had begun to moan softly –he couldn’t very well say anything with his tongue in your mouth –streak the hand had leaded back up to the rib cage, no longer on the side but going up the front, inland. Slither went the tongue, but the entire terrain of your torso to explore and not just the sides –oh God, it was not just at the border where the flesh of the breast joins the pectoral sheath of the chest –no, the hand was cupping your entire right –Now! You must plead, not able to take any more of his teasing, and talk to him like a dog –and oh God, what were you supposed to do now –inasmuch as it, his hand, was at this instant passing over your entire right breast and you could feel the pressure –light pressure, but pressure –Now! The ‘please, Ghost –but it was as if the cord between your will and your central nervous system had been cut.

“y/n, do you want me?” he finally spoke as he pulled away from yours lips, but you still couldn’t matter a word, his touch was too much.

He took notice of this, the hand that was in your core swirled around your wetness.

“you do want me” he answered himself.

He smiled, a smile of genuine delight, never seen in the last months, made the moment even more precious. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

“oh God, yes, I do want you” you cried out, something awakening in you as you kissed his sleek muscular chest, then sliding your hand downward outside his trousers encountered a leaning tower of pressure “and I could say the same ‘bout you” you whispered in his ear.

His head fell limp in the crook of your neck, your hands finally finding their home around his neck.

He pulled away abruptly, trembling, breathing like a drowning man, and his hands went to unclasp her hands from his neck.

“i can’t” he said in a anguished tone.

You were deaf to all reason, your small face blind with aroused need, the slender naked body on flames.

“i love you” you cried, fingers touching where his hair is hidden by his black mask, and it was not the first time that you had known, but the first time you had said it, and all miracle of your understanding it was in your shivering voice.

Ghost didn’t say anything, just made a wild, smothered sound, staring down into your face as you raised your limp head to meet his hard mouth, your lips filled with a sensuality which turned you both to fire.

You wanted to tell him that you understood him, in a way that you'd never understood anyone before. Because you were with him, in this moment. It wasn’t even like being colleagues or work partners –even friends, it was much closer than that, much deeper. You'd torn down all the barriers and put your soul into his hands.

“i love you” you told him again.

his lips slightly brushed against your cheek before he stood up once again.

You broke into cold sweat thinking that he would leave you, that all this was too much for him, that you’d overstepped his space... his feelings, but he didn’t leave.

You watched him as he took of the rest of his clothes, joining you on the bed again, now him being completely naked too. You gasped at the feeling of his warm cock head against your swollen clit. He had worked you up so much that you were on the verge of a break down –but no, you couldn’t beg, plead for your realise –too scared that he would up and leave you for good.

But you’ve had enough... so you took matters into your own hands and you flipped him around, the look on his face not going unnoticed by you.

You placed your body between his legs, giving yourself access to what you needed and he exhaled harshly.

“y/n, what are y--”

Your lips flowed over the wide crown. He reached for the white mattress underneath him, his hands curling around them with white-knuckled force. You held him with both hands and mouthed the plush head, sucking gently. The softness of his skin and his uniquely appealing scent made you moana round him. You felt the vibration ripple through his entire body and heard a rough sound rumble in his chest.

“lick it” he touched your cheeks.

Aroused by the command, you fluttered your tongue across the underside and shivered with delight when he rewarded you with a hot burst of pre-cum. Fisting the root of him with one hand, you hollowed your cheeks and drew rhythmically, hoping for more.

You wanted to drive him crazy.

He made a sound filled with the sweetest agony;

“God, y/n... your mouth. Keep sucking. Like that... hard and deep.”

You were so turned on by his pleasure you squirmed. His hands pushed into your bound hair, pulling and tugging at the roots. You loved how he starred out with tenderness, then grew rougher as the lust he felt for you overwhelmed his control.

The soft bite of pain made you hungrier, greedier. your head bobbed as you pleasured him, jacking him with one hand while you sucked and stroked the crest with your mouth. Heavy veins coursed the length of his cock, and you slid the flat of your tongue along them, tilting your head to find and caress each one.

“stop” he let out a heavy voice after a while.

You pulled away from his cock, looking at him anxiously.

“come here” he instructed and you climbed on top of him.

He didn’t waste on second as he collided his lips with yours turning you both around as you were now underneath him. His mouth departed from your own, making its way along your neck, your collarbones, and he was cupping your breasts, kneading them with soft, rhythmic squeezes.

“ghost--” he cut you off.

“shh” he sucks on your lower lip, his fingers rolling and tugging your tender nipples.

His mouth surrounded the tip of your breast, the wash of heat bringing a mist of perspiration to your skin.

One of his hands pushed between your legs. They fell open shamelessly, your body so aroused you were flushed and almost feverish. His other hand continued to plump your breasts, making them heavy and unbearably sensitive.

“you’re so wet for me” he murmured, his gaze sliding down your body to where he was parting you with his fingers.

“you’re beautiful here too. Plush and pink. So soft.” he said and you whimpered.

He lowered his head between your parted legs, joining his hand. His tongue made contact with your heat drawing provocative laps against your flesh. Your hands fisted in the sheet, your chest heaving as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, he nudged the hypersensitive knot of nerves, as your hips were moving restlessly into the devious torment, your whole tightening with the clawing need to cum.

The light teasing flutters were driving you insane, giving you just enough to make you wtiyhe but not enough to get you off.

“ghost, please...” you finally cried out, pleading for your realise.

“not yet.”

He tortured you, coaxing your body to the brink of orgasm, and then letting you slide back down. Over and over. Until sweat misted your skin and your heart felt like it would burst. His tongue was tireless and diabolical, cleverly focusing on your clit until a single stroke would set you off, then moving lower to thrust into you. the soft, shallow plunges were maddening, the flickering against the nerve-laden tissues making you desperate enough to beg shamelessly.

“please Ghost... let me cum... I need to cum, please.” you begged.

“shh, angel... I'll take care of you.”

He finished you with a tenderness that made the orgasm roll through you like a crashing wave, building and swelling and spreading through you in a warm rush of pleasure.

He threaded his fingers with yours when he came over you again, restraining your arms. The head of his cock aligned with the slick entrance of your body and he pushed inexorably into you. You moaned, shifting to accommodate the heavy surge if his penis.

Ghost's breath gusted hard and humid against your throat, his big frame trembling as he slid carefully inside you.

“you're so soft and warm. Fuck.” he breathed out.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, welcoming him deeper. Then his thumb was on your clit, rubbing in circles that had your hips churning.

“yes!” you moaned, raking your nails down his back. He wasn’t icy anymore. He was on fire.

“fuck me, Ghost. Fuck me hard.” you moaned.

Y/n...” his mouth covered yours. He fisted your hair, holding you still as he lunged again and again, pounding hard and deep.

“fucking hell...” he groaned into your neck.

The rhythmic slap of his heavy balls against the curve of your buttocks and the harshness of his possessive litany drove you insane with lust. You felt yourself quickening with every twinge of pain, felt your sex tightening with your growing arousal.

With a long, guttural groan he started coming, his flexing body quaking as he emptied himself inside you.

You held him as he climaxed, stroking his back, pressing kisses along his shoulder.

“hold on.” he said roughly, pushing his hands beneath you and flattening your breasts against him.

Ghost pulled you up, the sat down with you straddling his hip. You were slick from his orgasm, making it easy for him to push back inside you.

His hands brushed the hair away from your face, then wiped your tears of relief.

“i’m always hard for you, always hot for you. I'm always half-crazy with wanting you. If anything could change that, I would’ve done it before we got this far. Understand?” he confessed.

“yes.” your hands wrapped around his wrists.

“now, show me that you still want me after that.” his face was flushed and damp, his eyes dark and turbulent “i need to know that losing control doesn’t mean I've lost you.”

You pulled his palms from your face and urged them down on your breasts. When he cupped them, you splayed your hands on his shoulders and started riding him. You kept lifting up your body and then falling back down over and over again while he kept on squeezing your breasts.

“ghost...”

“simon.” your eyes locked with his “call me simon.” he breathed out, lips parted, breathing heavily as he started pistoning his hips against yours making throw your head backwards.

“fuck, simon...” you cried out as you felt your silk walls flattering around him.

“come on, angel, cum for me. Show me how good I'm making you feel.” that did it for you as you through yourself backwards, hands clasping on his hips as you tried closing your legs due to the extent pleasure, but he made sure to keep them open, as he came inside you once again.

“fuck...” you exhaled as you slumped against his torso, legs still trembling.

He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close, stroking your back softly, as he tried to show you with his actions what he couldn’t express with words... I love you.

#simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #ghost x reader #ghost smut

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suniverseastro · 2 years

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Personal Aspect: Moon-Pluto, Sun-Pluto

🐇🐘🐋🐋🐝🌻 Moon Square Pluto: often have problems with the mother. They may have been through a dark period as a child with their mother, or they may have been treated unfairly, enviously, jealously, mocked or bossed by other female. 😕🙄 This position often encounters women who carry toxic feminine energies in their lives

Maybe their mother's childhood went through a dark time, many events and secrets 😢😖🤕

🤔😢 You may have lost faith in women after seeing scary qualities from important women such as: grandmother, mother, older sister, younger sister, aunt, … when you were a child.

They have a strong, intense, if unexpressed, and repressed emotional level when things go on for them (with people like above) and next people like that in the future, they can repress their emotions causing their emotional tank to swell, 👊💣💥 which in the long run can cause them to become mentally health, congested, become irritable and resentful 🍫🔪

Advice: They should share with women with light feminine connection to them, they can be aware that not all women are like that (first step over fear). 😌😊🤗🧚🏼‍♀️😁🐥🕊🌷

Practicing mindfulness meditation with a group and connecting with nature can help their mind 🌱🍀🍃🐽🧘‍♂️🧘‍♀️🤲🙏🧠❤

😁🤗 Moon trine/sextile Pluto: for me, this is a lucky position for both men and women because they have the opportunity to associate with other women on a deeper and loyal level of loyalty, which they bring to the people they love. The women around them are comfortable and trustworthy because they know things that women can't put into words. 👍👍

However, they may have had a hard time with their mother, they have seen the sad, heartbreaking emotions behind their mother's eyes. 😧😢

Note: The things I wrote above are based on real-life observations, with the position of conjunct I have also met but have not learned deeply so I have not updated this article,also with opposite aspect

Sun Conjunt Pluto

🤔 It is possible that their father is engaged in dark activities: manipulative, lying, secretive, selfish, narcissistic, self-righteous (even though he is not). Often has problems with the father. They may have difficulty expressing healthy masculinity and misunderstand the caring, protective, gentle, sharing masculinity as weakness; 😶 but in their eyes masculinity must always be strong, assertive, powerful, so they also attract such people the natural way who want to dominate them too. They should open up and see more broadly about masculinity.

😍😍 They are attractive to both men and women (for women, for men, idk because I don't have data on this)(regardless of gender). 😮🤭🤓Men will feel they are people who can share and understand be the inner thoughts behind them or men in general; to women, 😗😌🤭🤫🙃these people radiate strong energy and self-determination like men, which makes a lot of women around feel more curious and confident in your presence,😝 they can wants your attention and strength. They also exude magnetism and the power of sex,😣 and they are also influential (although they may not notice to it, they just feel a strange energy change when they go through )

🤫3✔❌🆘️🚩🏳️‍🌈 They know a lot of the dark side of masculinity, so they can smell the dark behavior of men with toxic masculine energy or women with toxic masculine energy from afar.🤓🧐👀👄🧠👣💗 They are people who have a very special analysis and observation of human psychology, they can read thoughts, feelings and what others are feeling and the words in their hearts.💓💌❣💢

The Sun conjunct Pluto people that I like to call fun are people with 2 zodiac signs 😆 they like their main sign + like Scopior energy, if they are Scorpio, they will be x2 Scorpio, they like privacy and have high protection and security 🤔😎😗, vigilance, they also don't like someone who knows too much and interferes with their actions if they don't want to be public or shared, they don't like people who are inquisitive, gossip, or are malicious😑😬😤

Advice: this is my own advice from myself: let's put who have toxic energy, toxic person want to convey and underate you OUT of life, set a boundary of yourself to develope, it stems from their own limits that they cannot overcome, or from their own pain, but remember, YOU DON'T DESERVE IT, you have a great power and power to help you get what you want, limited 🤗🤗😚 and belive the good things exist in the world 😘👼💛💚❤💖👑

They change themself day by day 😆 they can learn to help and contribute to make the society and the life around for the better, know about security will be good to you and others ( but avoid wasting ALL your energy, take care of yourself)

Sun Trine/Sextile Pluto : Hi ! this is my favorite position and you guys who I believe ( my friends have the aspect I she quite mysterious, humor, smart and make safe, comfort asmostphere around.) 😚☺😋😊 they have good ability to become a leader. 🐥 They also demand honesty and loyalty, share a deeper connection with them in the relationship they have with the person they choose to associate with connection

They can also read what are things in the other's thoughts 🧠👁 , they also know the dark sides of others and the outside world, they can also see the dark/good sides of men and men's forces, good / bad in people in room asual they breath, they look so calm and cool🐥

All the Sun conjunct/trine/sextie Pluto people ( expect undevelope position) I've met all have one thing in common love in deep level, understanding, sympathy for people, tolerant and sharing with others. They quite open in LGBT and take care about sociaty

😢🙁 Sun Square /Opposite Pluto: ( want to give them a huge so muchhh). They have problem with father. You can hear them tell about their father with an identity story, or they maybe not wanna share or tell about their father. Their father maybe treat unreasonable way of thinking, he maybe don't listen them and not support their children's thoughts.

...They are also often quite secretive in life, or express their feelings, are often introverted, have many things to share, many thoughts in their heart. They are also very careful, sometimes a bit suspicious of others and want to control because they are afraid hurt, so they are often very careful and have strong energy inside but be careful to avoid to destroy your emotion systerm. 🦕🐚🦋🏵🌸💐

Besides, they will speak up as soon as they feel someone is forcing them or forcing them to do things they don't want to do 😲😲😲, they understand the invisible things that other people are forced to do.

#moon-pluto #sun-pluto #moon trine pluto #moon sextile pluto #sun conjunct pluto #sun trine pluto #sun sextile pluto #sun square pluto

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daidonzo · 1 year

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Don't ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash

A/N: continuation to this!

'So, you're also part of the board of executives?'

'You know that already.'

'Yes, but my mother always said it's important for men to have their fair share of the conversation and I have been talking for the last fifteen minutes.'

Aguni wasn't sure how to feel about that comment, wasn't sure he liked the spark of mischief appearing on your big eyes or the way one corner of your lips curved into a half smile, as if you knew a joke you were not sharing. He was sure he enjoyed your presence, however.

You had become close. Or closer, at least, looking for each other in crowds, sharing a drink after coming from a game. You, with a sly smile every time you saw him walking in your direction. You, searching for him but pretending, when you finally found him, that your encounter had been nothing but a matter of chance.

You were becoming more and more popular within The Beach, making friends here and there, helping those who needed it, defending the weak from the strong - rumor was that nobody died in games with you, because you refused to leave anyone behind.

Aguni wouldn't know, as you had not shared any more games together, but he counted himself among those fascinated by you.

'How many days do you have left in your visa?'

'One. I have to go play tomorrow.' You responded, your smile suddenly strained, neck muscles standing out from the tension. Nobody would have noticed, but he was observing intently.

'Why do you always do that? Wait until you've ran out of days?'

'I would be angry if I died while I still had, for example, three days left to live.'

He listened, knowing you were not done, because you were frowning and had your lips parted. As you did when you were searching for the right words to express yourself.

'Also, it's not as easy for me as it is for you. We can't just shoot everyone. They don't allow the rest of us to have guns. It's scary, and nerve-racking.' You swallowed, hard.

This was the most vulnerable Aguni had ever seen you.

'It doesn't seem like that. You always look so calm and collected, trying to talk to the other players and make things easier for them.'

'I'm good at pretending. What can I say? I should have been an actress or something of the sort.'

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You were already waiting by the car that would take you to the game arena, engaged in conversation with a young man and an older woman, only your fidgeting with the sleeve of your jacket revealing how terrified you actually were.

Aguni walked towards you, not wanting to interrupt. But, there was nothing he could do about the expression of fear suddenly appearing in your new friends' faces.

You turned, most likely looking for a reason to explain their sudden mood change. You looked surprised, and puzzled, when you saw him. 'What are you doing here?'

'I hoped to make things, what was it…? Less scary. Less nerve-racking.'

The smile you directed at him made him glad he had decided to join your game. He would join every single one of them, from now on, if only he could see it again.

'If you scare the others I'll kill you.' You said nevertheless, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

'There's not much I can do…' He lifted both arms, palms directed towards you, a gesture indicating his innocence. He was also smiling.

'Ah, if they only knew…' You reached up, touching his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

You went back to talk with the others, a sweet tingling sensation lingering on Aguni's skin.

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You had been crying so long Aguni feared for your sanity.

He was unsure whether you were sad, or angry, or a concoction of both. You had blood smeared all over your face, your clothes, and an ugly-looking bruise was already forming on your jaw.

'I didn't want anyone to die.' You wept, repeating the same sentence for the hundredth time.

You two, as well as Niragi and Last Boss, had been the only survivors.

You had participated in the Six of Spades. It was a game that took place in a zoo, in which the players were preyed on by different animals and had to kill all the beasts in order to win.

Apparently, you had not been expecting such a massacre. Such a bloodbath.

'It's easy, right? We hide while you guys shoot at them.' You had said, still with that damned smile that made Aguni felt a certain type of way.

It had gotten out of hand very quickly, up to the point where sacrifices had to be made in order to distract the animals, so that the three militants could finish them.

'I'm sorry.' Aguni said as he drived, looking at you.

'For what?' You snorted, wiping both snot and blood from your nose with the back of your hand. 'It was not just those two who killed them. You did too.'

Your words were cold as ice. Cold as death. And you spat them through gritted teeth.

You had screamed, gagged, choked vomit. You had cried, ranted, and beat him with your fists.

Aguni didn't know what to say.

You maybe knew, but did not share your thoughts.

You simply got out of the car when you arrived at The Beach, not looking back.

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Aguni couldn't help but watch you from a distance.

It had been a couple of days since you had played the game together, and you had not spoken to him since. You had not even looked in his direction.

It was painful, opening the door to his room and not finding you there, waiting for him, just as he had been the morning you became friends. With your crossed arms and your mischievous grin.

Now, you were by the pool with your friends, Kuina and Chishiya, laughing about something the woman with dreadlocks had said, head back, shoulders shaking. And Aguni missed when you would laugh that way with him, realizing just now how lonely his life was, because other than you, he only had Takeru.

And Takeru was slowly descending into madness. His best friend, the person he trusted more than anyone in the world, was not someone he could rely on anymore.

'You know, I could give you a photo of myself to stare at. It's less eerie.'

Your voice interrupted his thoughts, and his dark eyes focused on you, who had crept up to him. Just as you had ingrained yourself in his life, without him even noticing.

'I thought you didn't want to speak to me.'

'I wasn't going to, but then I found myself missing you.'

You signaled for him to move, sitting beside him, legs touching each other. You held his arm, casually.

'I'm sorry about what happened…'

You dismissed his words with a wave of your free hand. 'It's fine. I understand. I didn't react… I have always had a bad temper.'

'Wouldn't have said it.' Aguni was beaming against his will.

'Oh yes. I think you should find yourself a more agreeable woman.'

Were you implying you were his woman?

'Do you think so?'

'Definitely. Some pretty little thing, plain as a pikestaff, that doesn't spit blood to your face when you are trying to save her life.'

His smile grew wider, and he turned to look at you. Bruises and everything, you were beautiful.

'I think I'm going to stick with you.'

'Are you sure? I came here to say the most heartfelt, the most bittersweet of goodbyes and you're telling me you still want me around?'

'I do.'

'Well…' Your crooked smile returned. 'Guess I'll have to stay, then.'

#me back with my aguni obsession #but you don't understand I LOVE HIM HE DESERVES LOVE #aguni #aguni morizono #aguni morizono x oc #aguni morizono x reader #aguni x oc #aguni x reader #aguni alice in borderland #aguni imagine #aguni headcanons #aguni fanfic #aguni fic #aguni morizono fanfic #aguni morizono fic #aib aguni

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yandere-daze · 1 year

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Hello daze! Hope ur still accepting rqs..?? Anywho, May i rq yandere tatsumi w a s/o who really likes dressing up hcs???

if ur rqs are closed again, please delete this!

Don´t worry anon, you were still on time when you sent this request ^^

OOh I don´t think I´ve written for Tatsumi before? At least I don´t remember doing it but fret not! There are more than one request for him in my inbox so you will be well-fed in the future!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness, isolation

Yandere! Tatsumi with a s/o that loves dressing up

Yandere! Tatsumi is very much smitten with his beloved darling so you can expect him to praise you endlessly and be full of reverence when you first dress up and happily show him what you´re wearing

Truly not even the angels above could compare to your radiance right about now, he concludes as he mutters a small apology to his god. But he simply can´t stop himself from smiling fondly as he carefully watches you pose in front of him.

“Darling you´re so beautiful that no matter what I say, no words of praise could ever do you justice. You´re absolutely breathtaking”

And he truly does mean it. Tatsumi feels so weak and yet so full of life when he gazes at you, his heart beating wildly in his chest as you flash him a smile

He´s so lucky that he gets to be with a person such as you and he lets you know about that as often as he can. All the effort he spent to get to this point is fully worth it now.

All the nights he had to spend in the confession booth to get rid of the guilt that plagued his mind and heart because of what he had to do to get so close to you. All the people he had to push away from you, even though it hurt him as well.

Having to see you look so sad when he advised you that your friend might not be such a good confidant for you, how it´s important to let go of a relationship when it´s not working out. How it doesn´t make you a bad person ( ironic)

But none of that matters now that he is sharing these precious moments with you. Tatsumi would support you no matter what and he loves seeing you happy

He just gets a little bit... tilted when someone else is ogling you because you´ve dressed up. Don´t get me wrong, Tatsumi would NEVER push the blame onto you but he does not tolerate anyone else looking at you like that. I think it´s often overlooked because Tatsumi is genuinely such a kind person but he can be possessive when he wants to

So I think yandere Tatsumi especially deserves to be possessive <3

Gently leads you away when he notices that you´ve caught someone´s eyes while sending a strained and surprisingly dark smile their way. I don´t know, something about such kind and friendly men being upset with you is really scary

They honestly don´t even have to do anything bad or have any bad intentions, they could just be smiling at you or sending a small wave your way and yet the outcome will still be the same. Tatsumi doesn´t like it when others look at you, they´re not worthy of it

Of course, you won´t even notice that any of this even happened in the first place, quickly distracted by one of Tatsumi´s soft smiles sent your way as if nothing was wrong

#yandere ensemble stars #yandere enstars x reader #yandere tatsumi kazehaya #yandere tatsumi kazehaya x reader #yandere ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #enstars tatsumi #tatsumi kazehaya #tatsumi kazehaya x reader #alkaloid #yandere #gn reader #cw yandere #cw obsession #cw possessiveness #yandere x reader #3k followers celebration

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captainshadowgirllostfan · 2 years

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For some reason I found Wanda killing Xavier more horrifying than how Jean kills Xavier in X-Men 3 Last Stand... maybe because I’m watching X-Men 3 for like the third time in my life and I guess the shock value of it is gone. I already expect. Plus as I last recall, I think I was more sad than anything and well maybe also shocked. I was shocked and sad when Wanda killed Xavier too but that was due to not seeing him being played by Patrick Stewart for so long and seeing Patrick Stewart again reprising that role really warmed by own heart, I was so happy and then it was cut short with Wanda killing him. Man they really made Scarlet Witch such a badass villain. Tbh I don’t think I was this scared with Thanos but with Scarlet Witch, there was genuine fear and that’s probably due to the amount of successful killing that she leaves in her wake. Thanos killed people, but it was generally no-name characters, and the main characters being killed in the end mostly felt like sacrifices of their own volition just to defeat Thanos than the murderbot that Wanda was just covered in blood and killing just about everyone just to get to Chavez and her alternate’s children.

Anyway going back to Xavier’s death at the hands of Scarlet Witch... I guess MoM was more successful at building up Wanda as a villain unlike the X-Men series where Jean becoming a villain just seem to came out of nowhere. Wanda’s journey to villain was much more realized and I guess what’s horrifying is how human she is while being just monstrous, you know. You can’t help but feel for her but no she needs to be stopped and also scared because you know she can’t be stopped and in the past it seemed the only way she can be stopped is by reasoning with her which Strange wasn’t able to do.

There’s also the fact that Elizabeth Olsen’s murderous expressions and her blank creepy psychopathic “I’m gonna kill you” looks (idk how to describe but girl can really pull off being scary well) is just more effective than the CGI being done to Famke Janssen where her eyes are just black and she becomes kind of a demon but it’s just idk poor. Like I feel nothing there whereas with Wanda, I’m genuinely scared.

I guess maybe Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff is just a better villain than Jean Grey/Dark Phoenix. Grieving mother and widow who is still dealing with trauma of the losses she experienced both in reality and in the fiction she created, and whose powers who allow her to do absolutely anything ready to tear the multiverse just to kill her alternate and replace her is pretty scary and what’s more fucking human compared to the generic woman born of great power who needs to be controlled else said power will control her because you know it’s just too much. Like I don’t feel impressed with Jean, maybe a little pity but the storyline just pisses me off. At least with Wanda there’s agency there. Wanda is doing terrible stuff by her own volition and that’s more terrifying to me compared to powerful woman who can’t control her own power.

Is Jean generally a weak character in the xmen comic books or is it just that the movies make her this way. Like this damsel in distress who needs to be protected and saved from even herself. She had this awesome ending in X Men 2 where she becomes the hero and for once refuses to let the men in her life protect and save her only for it all to be ruined in X-Men 3! Honestly it’s so lame.

I’m sorry for being so harsh but Jean is just so lame! I mean compared to Wanda anyway. I can’t believe it took this long for us to see a live-action Wanda Maximoff... though maybe it’s because House of M storyline wasn’t created yet because I recall a long while back I read in the wiki that the Dark Phoenix storyline was considered one of the best in the X-Men comics hence why the movie franchise kept trying to revive and recreate it only to fail so spectacularly.

Though to be fair, I haven’t watched the X-Men movie Dark Phoenix yet so the verdict is out there if I think it sucks or not...

But X-Men 3 Last Stand is well... kind disappointing in this re-watch. I guess I’m spoiled and just can’t help comparing Jean to Wanda lol. It’s unfair I know, but like I’m a little pissed we never saw the Scarlet Witch in the X-Men universe especially since she started out as a mutant and was part of Magneto’s Brotherhood of Mutants.

She’s also, like to me anyway, one hell of a villain.

Yeah I was very much impressed by her in Dr. Strange Multiverse of Madness that I’m kinda obsessed with her right now.

But I’m only re-watching the X-Men movies because well the parallels with her and Magneto and I want to see OG Magneto who Elizabeth Olsen wants her fictional dad for her character to be.

#I think Ian McKellan would be a great dad #would've loved to see the dynamic between him and his children as Magneto #X-Men #X-Men 3 The Last Stand #X-Men 3 #Jean Grey #The Dark Phoenix #Wanda Maximoff #Scarlet Witch #Professor Xavier #Patrick Stewart #Professor Xavier's death #Wanda was the better murderer in my opinion #also the fact she's Magneto's daughter adds a sucker punch to this am I right #though Ian McKellan's Magneto was pretty horrified at seeing Patrick Stewart's Professor Xavier's death right in front of his eyes #he's not as vengeful as Fassbender's Magneto #he seems at this point putting his cause before his personal feelings #It's like seeing a Darth Vader in the OG #whereas in the prequels he was so hotheaded #and in between prequels and OG there must have been a huge change #I guess the same could be said with Magneto maybe #gotta watch those new movies

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aperfectsonnet · 1 year

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been feeling antsy, anxious, and unsettled. Maybe it’s because I’ve had so much free time. Not currently working. But at the same time I don’t want to work again. Work is a superficial kind of fulfillment. A placebo. A placeholder for meaning. I’ve been feeling rather stagnant when it comes to feeling a sense of meaning in my life. Maybe why I’ve been restless. And these feelings do push me more towards having a baby. But I’m also deeply afraid of becoming a mother for many reasons. Some selfish, some not.

I’m scared I won’t be enough. That I won’t be nurturing enough, disciplined enough, good enough to raise a healthy child in this era. I’m scared of over protecting. I’m scared of under protecting. I’m scared that everything will change once I have a child. My whole framework will be different.

But at the same time, that’s what I want right? I’ve known for years I want to have children, that they’re one of life’s greatest joys and can often give extra weight and meaning to your life. I feel like I’m done growing. I’m 25. And yet, I still feel like a girl that won’t finish developing until I am a mother. And in a sense, I do believe it’s true. A girl won’t ever become a woman without kids. And maybe I’m partly afraid of that too. My youth is coming to an end, and that’s a hard pill for me to swallow. With the way I was raised, not thinking I’d ever even make it to 20 years old. My whole youth I couldn’t envision becoming an adult. And now that I’m here I’m scared. My youth is slipping before my eyes and I feel like I wasted it.

I mourn my wasted youth, my beauty, my time. A wasted and failed marriage which I wish had lasted for the sake of not being a divorcee so young. A marriage that drained so much of my heart and soul that fundamentally changed the way I love. I wish I had given that time to a man that would still be my husband up until this point in my life. I wish I could’ve been married for going on 7 years now, instead of only 1. It’s a sad track record in my eyes and something I am partly ashamed of. But yes yada yada I learned a lot. About myself, about men, love, life. How to be stronger. I lost my naïveté and innocence. I wish I hadn’t. I wish it had been a man that would have taken better care of my heart. I was so sick and weak in the soul and in a point in my life where I couldn’t fend for myself. I should have had a shield for a husband. But we were young. What did I expect when I married somebody who was as much a kid as I was? Too much. I wanted too much maybe.

Nonetheless, all that trouble and pain led me to where I am now. And I’m grateful. I’m overall in a good place. I guess I’m feeling nostalgic to when I was a bit more dreamy. And a bit more sweet. A bit more creative. I think I’m mourning my girlhood. My freedom, my boredom, the way I used to care for myself in a different way. I miss who I has at the time. Life felt scary, but exciting. Now sometimes I just feel afraid. I feel my early 20’s should have been filled with so much happiness. And yet they were the most painful years of my life. What can I do?

I can start living the second half of my 20’s better. Give myself a little more room for freedom. Try new things, see what fits. Allow myself to not feel so stiff and stuck. I’m so frugal and uptight, I think it makes me forget to enjoy myself fully. I don’t want to look back at 25-30 with regret. I want to feel happy with who I am, and ready to be a mother. Not afraid of it. I know I’ll be okay. Just keep healing and toughen up.

#personal #journal #long

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xplore-the-unknwn · 5 months

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"You wrote to me once, listing the four chief virtues: Wisdom, justice, fortitude and temperance. As I read the list, I knew I had none of them. But I have other virtues, father. Ambition." - Joaquin Phoenix as Commodus (Gladiator, 2000)

Pt. 1, Pt. 2

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pinkiepiebronie · 1 year

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This is how I headcanon Front, Liz, and Oliver exploring that sex dungeon from the siren head video☺️ Also, why do I see Liz dominating Oliver, but being hella subby with Front👀

*Fronts pov*

Damn, Liz wasn’t joking about this sex dungeon.

In terms of all out kinky shit, this was a solid five-star rating. The bed seemed on the verge of collapsing to a pile of splinters, but other than that, it was in top shape for it to be seemingly abandoned.

“What do y’all think? Not bad, huh?” Liz asked with a suggestive grin. Seemed she was thriving off being a playful little shit right now. Two can play at that game. “Not bad at all. I mean, the bed seems outdated, but we could always use the wall or some of the devices dangling from the ceiling.” Oliver’s head whipped around to face me, seemingly startled by what I said.

“What? Can’t take a joke?” I asked, nudging Liz to spark more laughter from her. Oliver rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “Nah, just thinking about who all this belonged to and whether they’d care if we borrowed it. Who knows? Maybe we could beat down siren head with these?” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Liz grabbed a whip off the wall and swung it, grinning after the sweet crack it gave back. “We’d probably scare the shit out of him by merely bringing it out of here and chasing him with it.” Oliver rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d be scared too if I saw you walking towards me with that in your hand.” I shook my head and crossed my arms.

“Liz ain’t that scary. Just play Bakugou’s voice and she’ll shut up real quick.” I mocked her with my near impeccable impression of Bakugou, reveling in the redness her face painted. “Oh shut it,” she defended. “Just cause fictional men are nice to think doesn’t mean I’m weak in the knees for them.” Oliver and me laughed at the same time.

“Keep your mouthes open and I’ll stuff this down them” she warned, tossing a plastic dildo at the two of us.

Me and Oliver stared down at the object before I snickered, leaning down to grab it.

*Lizs pov*

These two sure are something.

I place the whip back on the wall only to jump at the sound of gagging. Flipping around to see what’s going on, I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. Front deepthroating that damn dildo.

Shit, I couldn’t lie it was hot.

The sheer idea of him letting me go down on him like that gets me bothered. Either way, why is he doing that??

“You’re an asshole for taking the fun out of my empty threat,” I commented looking away.

Front stopped choking on the dildo and laughed with triumph. “Not as tough as you thought, are you?” I rolled my eyes and peered to Oliver who was visibly flustered. Following my instinct, I let my eyes follow to where I was met with my presumption.

Oliver had gotten hard from that.

Not surprising, I would’ve too, if I had the mindset and personality I do right now, only I had the body of a boy.

“If you’re done stuffing that dick down your pathetic throat, why don’t we head back? We’ve been here long enough and quite frankly, it seems Oliver is long overdue for a cold shower.” I laughed patting him on the back.

“Hey!” He yelled shoving me off. “Anyway, if you get hard that easily. You’ll never last long with a girlfriend. Quite sad actually.” I commented, careless of whether or not I was rude.

“Way to be a jackass.” He scoffed when walking off. “Hey, I’m just messing around,” I defended, not taking anything I said to personally as I jogged to catch up with him. Ruffling up his hair as a I approached, I caught a glimpse of him getting flustered. “Aww, you’re so cute when you get all red,” I teased while waving for Front to catch up.

He shoved me off, saying he was just hot from the humidity. Soon front caught up to us. “How’s the lovely couples therapy session going?” He asked, playfully nudging my side. I rolled my eyes and smacked him on the ass.

To my surprise, I felt two handprints smacking mine back. “Whoa, whoa.” I said, facing both of them. “Daddy chill,” I snickered while walking off.

For the next one shot I have an 18+ smut shot of Front and Liz ;)

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am-hana · 1 month

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Daily Affirmation + Duaa

Make it your mission to do one small good deed today for the sake of allah and don’t doubt the power of that deed!

Allah is my provider and will provide for me all that I need and desire

Allah is my healer and will heal me both internally and externally

Allah is the all forgiving and will forgive me for my shortcomings every time I repent

Allah is the source of my happiness and blesses me with happiness

Allah is my peace and will allow me to find peace within everything

Allah is my best friend and will never allow me to feel lonely when I have him

Allah is the most loving, he loves me and that’s brings me comfort and is enough for me

Allah is my guardian and protector, he will protect me from any evil or harm

Allah is my guide, he’s guiding me to the right path, he is guiding me to him

Allah is the light at the end of the tunnel, he’s my final destination of a scary hard travel but his light shows me the way and makes me less scared

Allah is the road to my highest self

Arabic: Haasbi allahu la illaha illah hua alaihi tawakaltu wa hua Rabbul Arshil adheem x7

English translation: Allah is sufficient for me. The is none worthy of worship but him. I have placed my trust in him. He is the lord of the majestic throne.

O Allah, place within my heart light, and upon my tongue light, and within my ears light, and within my eyes light, and place behind me light, and in front of me light, and above me light, and beneath me light. O Allah, bestow upon me light.

Oh Allah, I take refuge in you from anxiety and sadness, weakness and laziness, miserliness and cowardice, the burden of debts and the force of men.

Oh Allah I take refuge in you from things and people that will turn me away from you.

Oh Allah, I do not seek to worship You from fear of pain or for longing for pleasure, but I seek to worship You for Your sake alone. My Lord, help me surrender my will within Your will. Help me move without resistance on the rivers of Your decree. Oh Allah, help me surrender to You like the seas, the moon, the stars, the mountains, and galaxies. Please help me to surrender to You like the leaves in the breeze. Allow me to give You all of myself by removing the veils of doubt and fear. Allah, guide me on the path of truth and help me dedicate my life to You alone. I pray that You make my heart grounded in the fertile soil of faith. Allah, please always remind me that only in You will I find peace, ease, and the keys to the innermost secrets You have hidden inside of me. My Lord help me be humble, honest, kind, and faithful as I walk this path You have paved from You to You. In Your supreme names I pray, Ameen.

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 7 months

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Master - Chapter 54 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Everything hurt.

Everything.

Everything that made me Kalem hurt, even that little secret place where my soul was supposed to be.

It hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before.

But it felt familiar, the pain, which was strange because I didn't think I could ever forget pain like this if it were.

It wasn't like the whips or the boots when they dug into my sides and it was nothing like that horrible ache I got in my chest whenever I thought of my Master.

This pain was different, it was like something you couldn't pinpoint because it was coming from all over and nowhere at the same time.

It didn't let me see, every time I tried to open my eyes, the skin there threatened to tear and my cheeks grew wetter.

I tried to move but that was even worse, it made my muscles stretch and burst as fresh agony sprouted inside of me, dazing me for so long that I could barely remember how to breathe.

I never knew it could hurt this much, to do pop or lose a friend but I was quickly learning that this white-hot nightmare was the worst thing in the world.

I didn't want to do this anymore.

I didn't want to keep trying to be stronger than I was, to keep trying to face a world that was full of scary monsters and even scarier men.

I couldn't do it, I knew that now.

I wasn't the strong boy I thought I was.

I was weak and only trouble and I... I just wanted to go home.

If I could take it all back, I would.

I would stay in the castle and be quiet because at least I was only lonely there and being lonely never ever hurt like this.

Even when it felt like it was the worst thing in the world, I knew now that it wasn't.

I was sad but I was also happy.

I just wanted to be happy again.

I'm not sure how much time passes while my mind tries to mend the shredded parts of itself.

But once it does, things slowly start working again, starting with my senses that come back one by one, slowly filtering in the things around me instead of just the pain.

Touch comes first.

The rush of sensations against my fingertips makes hope flare inside of me when I realize that I'm gripping onto something, clutching long slick strands that were a little wet and all around me, grass.

A sharp ringing in my ears come next, causing me to wince as I reach up to block them.

I go still when I find them wet before I smell that metal scent in the air that usually means blood.

I knew I should've been more worried about bleeding since that was never good unless it was for Master but when I take in the winds pushing against me, I forget all about it.

They were stronger than I knew winds could be, so fast and powerful that I thought they might knock me over.

But they don't, they only make the bumps form all over my skin as I take in the cold, the grass, my bleeding ears and finally, my surroundings when my eyes open.

I didn't know what it was at first, the blurry green and brown ridges that cut through all the white but when everything cleared, my helped me put it all together.

I'd seen pictures of it from all of Lincoln's lessons of the world, the high peaks that came from the Earth in lucky places, with sharp inclines that sometimes were so high that they poked through the clouds.

They were mountains all around me and I was on top of one.

I was on a mountain.

The realization snaps me back to reality, causing my heart to take off as I remember why I was here.

I try to stand, hurrying now that my mind and body are working like they were supposed to but when my legs buckle and I fall back down, I force myself to take it slow on the second try.

As I stare at my shaking legs, memories of my first days with Master come back to me, of when I was too weak to stand for long because I didn't eat enough, when Master used to carry me around, even when I didn't need it, just because I liked it.

I push that sharp thought away, not sure if I could handle the inside heart pains when the outside ones were finally going away.

When I'm up, I wrap my arms around myself to block myself from the cold as I frantically look around.

My head twists from side to side, tired eyes searching for anything or anyone but there are only the green peaks and nothing else.

No human buildings, no people, no Nyphilim.

Just me.

My legs become all wobbly again, threatening to drop me but I don't let them.

I step forward instead as I force myself to keep looking, to not just give up but there was nothing.

There was no sign or trail to follow, no buzz of fresh magic, no waiting Nyphilim who would help me, who would teach me how to be stronger and make this all worth it because it had to be worth it or else, I bite into my lips, stopping them from trembling as I dig my fingers into my skin.

This had to be worth it or else all of this, everything from making everyone angry, to fighting with Master, killing those vampires and losing Théo, it would've all been for nothing and that couldn't be.

It couldn't.

Hesitantly, I try reaching for that ball of light inside of me, the one that let me connect to the world around me and use my magic but it was so little now that I knew no matter what I did, I wouldn't be able to pop.

Maybe that was a good thing because if I could, I might've gone home and hidden away forever.

Tears quickly build in my eyes as shame twists inside of me, I try to blink them away but they refuse to go back down.

I didn't know how things got like this.

How I'd gotten so far away from my only home and all the people I loved or how I'd ever convinced myself it was a good idea to do this, to keep trying to be something I wasn't by looking for someone who wasn't even here.

There was no guarantee that the Nyphilim was waiting, that they were even good or would help me.

But I'd made myself believe that they would because I just wanted to help.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

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lunarticxenia · 3 years

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Moon Signs Pt. 2

Hi guys here’s part 2 of the moon sign series! After I post this, I’m going to be focusing more on answering your questions, I have a lot to answer. Thanks so much for all the support! Without further ado, here’s Libra through Pisces moons!

🌵Libra Moon: You guys LOVE attention, and you don’t even try to hide it LMAO. One of my good friends is a Libra moon and he literally loves to say outlandish things just to get a reaction from us and to get attention from us if we’re not talking to him enough in a conversation. Libra moons also love relationships and if underdeveloped they may feel incomplete without one. They can also be very dependent on their partner for happiness as well. However, they are romantic and in love with love. They’re also extremely sensitive and are very feminine. Even in men, it gives them a more feminine touch to their personality. They also hold their morals in very high regard. They have their set morals and won’t change them for anything or anyone. They also tend to hate conflict and usually shy away from confrontation. They’re also too nice, WAYYYYYY too nice. You guys need to be more assertive LMAO. They’re also extremely optimistic and if they don’t believe in that particular way they at least try to be optimistic with others. They’re always reminding you the glass is half full. Also, Libra moons are mad clingy. Even with those they’re not dating LMAO. My Libra moon friend whenever I try to leave the FaceTime Call, he’s like “Don’t go... :(”. They just love to be around the ones they love. They’re also in love with beauty, and all things beautiful in the world. They’re lovers of music, art, film, and literature. Libra moons also have a softness in their eyes, I can’t describe it. This girl I used to like has a Libra moon and her eyes were just so soft. They’re also extremely indecisive, they tend to flip flop between who they wanna be and what they wanna do. They also aren’t shy when it comes to compliments, they will compliment TF out of you. They’re the best hype man. They also put others before themselves a lot, and can be very shy upon first meeting them. However once they feel comfortable around you they open up. One last thing, I feel like they tend to like anyone who’s nice to them...don’t attack me. LMAO.

🌵Scorpio Moon: I feel like Scorpio moons have about ten different playlists relating to their emotions and still won’t open up to anyone about how they feel. Scorpio moons I feel have such intense emotions that they just don’t deal with them and they tend to implode after a while. I relate to them a lot in that respect tbh with my Sun square Moon, because that’s how I am. You guys are also super passionate and super creative. Every Scorpio moon I’ve met has been really creative in some way whether it be makeup, fashion style, or artwork. I’ve also noticed that this is a very alluring placement, there’s this intriguing way about them, and like Aries Moons, they have a fire in their eyes. Their gaze is INTENSE. They’re also very selective with who they let close to them, they don’t let just anybody in. They’re also very good at reading other people and seeing people’s true intentions. They have an extremely good intuition. If underdeveloped this can be used to manipulate other people, as well as being compulsive liars. Scorpio moons are also very protective over the ones they love. If you mess with anyone they care about, they will kill you. End of story. Also I feel like every Scorpio moon I’ve met has been through the wringer, like they’ve really had some hard experiences, it’s so sad to me. Scorpio moons are also extremely stubborn, remember this is a fixed sign. Scorpio moons ain’t playing, once they’ve settled on something, they’re not budging. Also, can we just say, masters at investigating people. These are the friends you want stalking your ex’s social media. They will find out everything. They’re also really good psychologists as well, almost all the Scorpio moons I’ve met are actually Psychology majors LMAO. They’re very good at finding the root causes of people’s issues. I also feel like Scorpio moons undergo a lot of transformations in their lives. I’ve known a Scorpio moon for about 10 years now and he’s undergone so many different transformations in his life. Mentally and physically. They’re also extremely sarcastic and have a tendency to be pessimistic. They’re also mad scary when angry. I’ve seen them angry before, as an Aries moon, even I get a little scared.... love y’all tho.

🌵Sagittarius Moon: The funniest people ever. Sagittarius moons always have me laughing my ass off. Their sense of humor is very diverse. They tend to stick with sarcasm and like to say outlandish things to make people laugh. Also, I feel like Sagittarius moons tend to go for science/math oriented careers or at least have an interest in those subjects. I know four Sag moons, and they’re all in STEM it’s actually crazy. They’re also extremely blunt and honest, especially when it comes to people they don’t like LMAO. They make it very clear when they don’t like someone, it’s so funny. They’re also just so much fun, like they’re genuinely so much fun to hang out with. I feel like I’ve never not had a good time hanging out with a Sagittarius moon. I feel like Sag moons however tend to struggle with asserting themselves a lot of times, until they get really fed up. They’re very much go with the flow kinda people, and this can be to their detriment especially with the ones they love, they don’t wanna rock the boat. However, they also make really good mediators and are good at settling arguments. They also really like to travel, and likely have traveled a lot. All the Sagittarius moons I know have traveled to at least 4+ countries. They love traveling the world, and I’ve also noticed move or want to move far away from their childhood home. They wanna explore everything the world has to offer. My cousin who’s a Sag moon left her parents’ house to move a few states away and my other friend who’s a Sag moon wants to move to the other side of the country. These individuals also tend to like foreign culture as well. I’ve noticed Sagittarius moons tend to like foreign music or foreign tv shows. I feel like they also tend to ignore their emotions when they get sad and just don’t like to deal with their emotions. They also don’t like to talk about how they feel and will brush sad things off because it’s just too upsetting for them. However, once the emotions boil over, just like their anger, they will blow up LMAO. I’ve also noticed that they’re really good at teaching people things? Like my Sag moon friend explained this Chemistry equation to me I couldn’t understand and I got it after 10 minutes. Natural teachers.

🌵 Capricorn Moon: Guys, it’s okay to open up. You don’t have to pretend to be so strong all the time, you’re not weak for showing your emotions. Anyway, Cap moons have high expectations for people, and will not tolerate any bs from people. I seriously commend them for that. I feel like Cap moons struggle with how their points are being expressed, they can say one thing, but it’s seen as something else. While Capricorn moons may struggle with expressing their emotions, I haven’t found them to be closed off or cold when meeting them. Every Capricorn moon I’ve met has warmed up to me very quickly and have been super nice. I feel like they’re very friendly and once they have a conversation with you they’re really warm and kind. Also, they’re not afraid of anything?? Except for showing their feelings maybe. But like, they’re so open to trying new things like scary rollercoasters and aren’t afraid to fight for themselves if they have to. Also, super fucking ambitious. I wish I could be ambitious. These people will really have like three jobs, be in school, and tend to household responsibilities. I don’t know how you guys do it. Now everyone says Capricorn moons are just analytical and systematic when confronted with conflict, and I personally haven’t found that to be true. If they feel wronged?? Nah. They’re not going to be systematic or logical or anything. They will go off. As for personal challenges, yes they’ll be more analytical. But I feel like everyone boils down Cap moons to emotionless and machine-like nerds, which I find to be very untrue. Capricorn moons are very soft once they’re vulnerable with you, and genuinely feel like they’re bothering people when they show their emotions and feel weak for showing them. Also I’ve noticed that their mom is a big motivator for their success. Their moms always push them to do their best in work and school. If poorly aspected, they could feel too pressured by their moms to do well. Also, they’re so underrated for being funny. They have a really dry sense of humor and it’s well developed. I also feel like they get overlooked for putting others before themselves, when it comes to the people they love they’ll do anything for them. Brb gonna go give my Cap moon friends a hug.

🌵Aquarius Moon: You guys are just so unique. There’s something unique about each and every Aquarius moon, whether it’s a quirk or a hobby. These people are literally the best to talk to. It’s so easy to have a conversation with them, they really can talk about anything. I’ve also noticed that Aquarius moons tend to be interested in astrology and tarot and things of that kind. Every Aquarius moon I’ve met has been really interested in it, and even involved in it. I feel like they also have big dreams, and have big plans for themselves. Aquarius moons also love to get lost in their music and tend to use it as an escape. This can be a problem because they tend to avoid dealing with their feelings. They also go between reacting to things really heavily vs not reacting at all. It just seems like it goes back and forth. They speak up with things are unjust however only to their friends or online. They just don’t like to deal with face to face conflict in that regard. They also give really great advice. My best friend is an Aquarius moon and she always gives me the best advice. She knows me better than I know myself tbh. I feel like Aquarius moons relish in being unique LMAO. I’m 99% sure they had an “I’m not like other girls” phase. I feel like this placement always tends to space out and daydream a lot. They also aren’t the types to just lash out at people, their anger is more subtle (unless they have other placements of course). I feel like Aquarius moons also have a lot of friends but they tend to have a small group of friends that they tend to be super super close with. They’re also...really charming? I don’t know what it is, but like every single one I’ve met has been really charming and likable. They also have a really goofy sense of humor and love to do wild shit to make people laugh. I feel like some downsides of Aquarius moons are that they tend to be too analytical and rationalize things too much, and they inadvertently invalidate other people’s feelings. Aquarius moons are also super open minded to all opinions. I have a friend who I tend to disagree with on certain issues but they’ve always been open to hearing my opinion. They also love to travel too. I’ve noticed that as well.

🌵Pisces Moon: To think, I was almost one of you guys. No seriously I almost was, if I were born four hours earlier I would’ve been a Pisces moon LMAO. Anyhoo, Pisces moons are just so sweet. I don’t know how else to start, they literally are the sweetest people and give off this mystical type of aura. They’re very otherworldly. Also, these people daydream 24/7. They put Aquarius moons to shame in daydreaming. This girl I like is a Pisces moon and I always catch her daydreaming LMAO. They’re also extremely sensitive too and feel things so deeply. They try to hide how they feel from people, but you can see it in their eyes. I can always tell when my Pisces moon friend is upset just by the look in her eyes. They also tend to be introverted and it takes a while for them to warm up to someone. My co-worker is a Pisces moon and it took 2 weeks for her to finally start talking to me LMAO. They also have really vivid and wild dreams too. I feel like my Pisces moon friend is always telling me about some wild dream they had like that they were in a castle or in an ocean. They also can be really moody, they can be fine one second and then get really sad out of nowhere. Their emotions are like the ocean. I feel like another downside of Pisces Moons are that they can be very manipulative however this is really with any underdeveloped water moon/sun placement. I also feel like they tend to be escapists a lot. They don’t like to deal with reality a lot, and they see the best in everything and everyone even if it’s to their demise. They’re also super friendly and are nice to everyone they meet, even if they’re reserved they’re still very sweet. They’re also extremely creative too, I feel like every Pisces moon I’ve ever met has some sort of creative hobby. My co-worker who’s a Pisces moon is working on becoming a photographer and her stuff is AMAZING. I think that’s because they see the best in the world and the beauty in everything; and they know how to show that in their work so others can see the world like they do. They’re also super empathetic and are really good listeners. You can talk to them about anything and feel understood. :)

So this wraps up my moon sign series! I hope you guys liked it! Again, don’t take offense these are just my opinions on each moon sign! Hope you guys enjoyed, and if you don’t see your moon sign here it’s likely in part one.

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