#Astro bun

[kiki-and-thegurd]

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[mochatea-bunny]

have drawn le mains tbh was varry fun to draw em all (and my friends had giving me ideas for le body types of some) its going to be a little hard to draw the others cuz of how many of em there is but i am plaining on doing em in groups (just need to group em up)

so i ask you who should i draw next and what group should they be in?

[showakyonen]

& EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER & EVER AMEN

[xxtoiletexploderxx]

redrew a frame of this gif cus lowkey lowkey i was board and there were cobwebs in my blog

[eclecticaesthetics]

Astro and his plum bite

Gave him a strawberry today. He loojs like he committed a heinous crime.

Caught him pogging though.

[littlemissmiller]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑵𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝑫𝒐𝒐𝒓

Pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: (au) (Joel is dad to a 9 year old Sarah) Joel has been your neighbor for some time and you and him have become friendly. In an attempt to spend more time to him (and a desire to show off your summer body) you throw a pool party…

Warning: 21+ (drinking), smut, fluff, friends to lovers, use of nicknames (babydoll, baby, darling), p in v, ass eating, cowgirl style, fingering, couch sex, porn with a plot

Work count: 4.1k

A/N: hi all! the official first day of summer is today and i got inspired by a pool party i went to with my mans so i just had to write this cute lil smutty, fluffy story. i have a billy request coming and hopefully i get ch 3 of Summer Highs out soon (i know i said it would be soon don’t trust me on a release date which is why i don’t do them) ok that’s it! much love and enjoy ❣︎

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It’s always a hot summer in Texas. It would feel weird if it wasn’t, but this year it feels like the earth is a legit bun in the oven. The whole neighborhood is feeling the heat, so given you have a pool in your backyard, you invite people over for a summer kickoff. Of course it has nothing to do with the fact you are desperate to see Joel Miller in nothing but a pair of swim trunks. From just his work shirts alone, you could see how tight his shirt hugged his muscles. How toned his back was whenever he would sweat through it doing yard work. You would always wave over to him from across the street, occasionally bring him water or lemonade while he worked. And today, your excuse for seeing him was to invite him to your pool party. You catch him outside after work, in his garage tinkering around under his truck. You stroll across the street and walk in. You knock on the side of the garage walls and Joel slides out from under his Silverado.

“Well hey there!” He beams, striding towards you

“What’s up cowboy.”

“Not much, waiting for Sarah to come home from soccer camp.” He informs

“Oh keeping her busy.”

“Well between so and the library reading contest she’s more or less keeping herself busy. Determined to get those Astro tickets. I promised we would do a road trip and she reaches thirty books by the end of June and wins the two tickets. She’s already at twenty five. She has a whole strategy.”

“Wow. Good for her. Well I hope she’s not too busy this weekend…” you state

“Oh yeah why’s that” he smiles, leaning his arm against the garage and above your head. You feel totally lost here with him looking at you how he is. His big brown eyes, so curious and pleasant, simply wondering what you have to say. He raises his eyebrows in anticipation.

“Well I sent out an evite a little bit ago, but I wanted to come tell you in person that I’m having a pool party Saturday. I thought we could all beat the heat ya know.”

“Yeah we‘ll be free.” He steps back, taking a rag from his waist and wiping his hands. He heads toward his garage fridge and gets out two bottles of water, offering you one.

“Thanks. So you do have your own water.”

“Yeah I always keep that fridge full. Especially with Sarah and her friends I practically always got Gatorade.”

“So you just like my water better?”

Joel smiles at you, combing his hair with his fingers. You watch his muscles flex and wish that you can be wrapped in them. He starts to look through his tool box and nods.

“You could say that. So Saturday you said? What time?”

“It starts at 12, but you can stay for as long as you’d like.”

“I’ll talk to Sarah, but I have a feeling she'll say yes. She loves you, so any excuse to see you, she’ll take.”

“I’m sure.”

“We’ll see ya Saturday then.” He winks and disappears back under his truck

You waltz out of the garage and back to your house. You trot inside gleefully and close the door behind you. You could jump, squeal, practically combust. Not only did you just figure out Joel had his own drinks on deck whenever he works, but always accepts an offer from you no matter what. God he must like you. He must. You hope you're not thinking too much into it but, you couldn’t help but think when he said “She loves you, so any excuse to see you, she’ll take…” he really was talking about himself. You bite your lip and roll your eyes. You want him so badly. So bad you feel like you are going to explode. You lean your head back against the door and sigh.

Saturday comes around soon enough, and you spend the whole evening and next morning preparing for the day. You clean your house, chop lettuce, tomatoes and onions for burgers, cut up a watermelon and make a macaroni salad. Even though you hadn’t explicitly asked for his help, you had a feeling Joel would want to help grill and you’d gladly take it. You prepare a cooler with a few beers and some water and put it in your garage fridge. Next you set up the pool area. You lay the cushions on the pool chairs, unwind the umbrellas and set out a few pool noodles. Everything looks perfect and your first guests start arriving around 12:08. More and more people arrive and at around 1:30, you finally see Joel and Sarah pulling up. He walks in with his own cooler and a swim bag. He approaches you while Sarah runs off to the other neighborhood kids.

“Well hey cowboy! Glad you could make it.”

“Yeah sorry we are late. Work called last minute and I had to help them order some more flooring for our site.”

“No worries. But these people are getting hungry and maybe you could help grill. I hate to put you to work…”

“Ain’t no trouble darling.”

“Ok I’m going to change. The patties are already formed, just in the fridge.”

Joel follows you inside and heads into your kitchen, poking his head in the fridge. You walk upstairs to your bedroom and change into your swimsuit. You had gone out that week and picked out a new suit. It was white, a two piece, the edge frilled, and it shaped your figure so well. You spin around and admire how it sits on your ass. The back had a cheeky build, and totally gave the viewer an idea of how your cute little ass looks. Not to mention the way it rides up, exposing your cheeks slightly, it’s perfect and you can’t wait for Joel to see you in it. You put your jean shorts back on and find one of your white, open-knit, pool coverup and a red, and a worn USA baseball cap. You pull your ponytail through the loop of your hat and spin around one last time.

Rushing down the stairs, only to find Joel already outside starting the grill. You sigh in disappointment. You take a beer from your fridge and try to open in on your own. Then Joel walks back inside. Even though your back is turned to him, he can tell you are struggling.

“Need help?”

You jump and turn around, your tits bouncing slightly as you turn, which Joel notices. He also seems slightly speechless as you turn to face him. His sentence cut off, face frozen, as if you stole the words from his mouth.

“Uh yeah, thanks.” You hand him the bottle and he takes it, uncapping it like it’s nothing. He hands it back to you and you take a swig.

“Oh hey so because I was so outta sorts getting out the door, I totally forgot to get sunscreen. You got any, Sarah is itching to get in the pool.”

“Of course” you run back up to your bathroom, find a 50 SPF bottle and head back down stairs. Joel calls out to his daughter and she comes rushing inside. At the sight of your face she enthusiastically calls your name and rushes towards you. You hold her in your arms.

“Hey sunshine!”

“We brought brownies!” She proclaims

“Oh did your dad make them?”

“Mhmm. Well he helped, I really was the baker!” She insists

Joel lets out a playful chuckle and rolls his eyes in amusement.

“Yeah, especially with all those eggshells you had to fish out?”

“At least I know how to preheat the oven.” She claps back

Joel smirks and then looks at you. He has always appreciated how loving and kind you are to Sarah. He appreciates knowing that when she’s with you, she’s in more than good hands. And you adored her as well.

“Hey! let her get that sunscreen on ya.”

“I’m fine! I’ll stay in the shade!” Sarah protests but before she can scurry off you’re already squirting it into your hand, applying it to her shoulders.

“You know you don’t have to listen to him. I thought you’re supposed to be the fun one!” She whines, and you smear her face. She scrunches it up in displeasure.

“I am the fun one. This is called fun in the sun, sunshine.”

She groans and pulls her face away.

“You know I think I saw a bomb pop with your name on it out in the garage fridge, if you can still hang in there for one more second.” You promise. “Ok there. Top shelf in the garage. Bring a few for the other kids. Ok?”

“Yes!” She states firmly and rushes off into the garage

“She just loves to keep ya busy…”

“Tell me about it.” Joel rolls his eyes “you uh…you look nice…” he swallows nervously

“Thanks, it’s new. I got it for today actually.”

“Oh really. Trying to impress someone?” He asks

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You quip back, smirking “how’s those burgers coming along”

“Grills still heating up, this is really nice of ya to invite everyone. Sarah hasn’t really had much pool time with soccer.”

“Well you two are invited over anytime.”

“Appreciate the offer. What else do you need for these burgers?”

“Here” you state, turning to the fridge and opening it.

You grab the toppings, cheese, and condiments and follow him outside. As Joel grills, you make your way around, chatting with your fellow neighbors. Eventually you get in the pool with a playful “go on sugar, I’ll holler at ya when they are ready” from Joel. As you strip off your top and shorts, Joel checks you out from across the pool. He can’t help but let his eyes linger on the curves of your body, the way your bikini bottoms hug your ass, and how nice and perky your boobs sit on your chest.

You notice him checking you out, your own eyes hidden behind your sunglasses. You try not to look so much, but with his back to you, it’s easier to admire his broad shoulders. And you have to admit, Joel is absolutely radiating domesticity. You could easily get used to this sight. Sarah splashes around you, pretending to be a mermaid looking for pearls and you throw sinking rings for her to dive for. Joel catches you playing with Sarah, and smiles. The smell of hamburger meat fills the air and Joel calls to you. You throw some more rings in to keep Sarah occupied and head out of the pool.

“How are these, little lady?” Joel asks as you approach

“Fantastic! Let’s put cheese on half of them.”

“You got it!”

People start to gather for food and you help Sarah dry off and get her a plate.

“Cheese or no cheese baby?” Joel asks Sarah as she approaches the grill

“Cheeeese!” She smiles, showing off her big smile to her dad

“What about you doll?” He asks you

“Same as her.”

After you eat, you wait a while to get back in the pool. You lay out with a few of the girls from the neighborhood Wine Club. As you chat, Joel admires the way the sun glimmers off your body. With most of the food served, Joel joins his daughter in the pool. You watch as he takes off his shirt, gawking over his bare chest. His shoulders cut into his neck so sharp and clean and you can help but want to feel how strong he is. And You smirk to yourself, happy to finally see him exactly how you wanted to. And he looks damn good in his turquoise-green trunks.

“I’ll be right back…” you excuse yourself, striding over to Joel, swaying your hips

“Can I get you a drink? I’m getting another beer, and maybe one of those brownies I heard about.”

“Oh I want one!” Sarah exclaims

“If you get out you’re getting more sunscreen on ya babe..” Joel promises

“She can bring me one and I can eat in the pool!”

“No, no baby. C’mon.” He argues, lifting Sarah out of the pool and onto the pavement.

“Awww!” Sarah whines, swinging her arms and legs.

You hold her hand and take her to the food, you grab a towel, wrap her in it and get her a small plate. You place a brownie on it and hand it to her.

“Can I have two?” She bats her eyes

“Go ask your daddy…”

She waddles over to Joel, squatting down to ask him. He rolls his eyes and nods and she trots back to you.

“He said I can!”

As the afternoon turns into evening, more and more people head back to their homes and pretty soon the sun is setting. You start to clean up, picking up plates and empty bottles and taking them inside the house.

The last few neighbors pop in to thank you and say goodbye and behind them is Joel.

“Hey…need some help?” Joel asks you

“Oh you’ve done more than enough. Y’all headed out?”

“I uh...sent Sarah home with the Adler’s. They said they’d watch her for the evening until I got back.“

“Oh! Well I would have loved to say goodbye to her.” You frown

“I bet she would have too, but she passed out on my knee even with everyone running around. Danny wanted to get his Ma home anyways…” he explains

He walks up to the kitchen counter and places a few empty beer bottles down. You smile and thank him. He helps bring in a few more bottles and follows you around with a trash bag as you pick up plates and plastic silverware. After everything is cleaned up and the pool is closed up, you and Joel head inside.

“Well I don’t wanna keep you from Sarah much longer.”

“It’s ok, unless that’s your way of kindly kicking me out, then by all means I’ll head out.” He smirks

“No no, you can stay if you like…”

“You sure?”

You nod and he closes the sliding door leading out to the pool, locking it.

“I don’t have much beer left, but you seem like a whiskey guy to me.” You imply

“I sure do.”

You pour him a glass and he leans over your counter. He smiles and he holds the glass to his lips and sips.

“I really appreciate ya Joel.”

“It’s no trouble.”

There is a brief moment of silence as you take a sip of your whiskey and gaze into his big brown eyes. You can’t help but feel he’s looking at you in the same way. A wave of desire washes over you and just as you're about to speak, possibly trying to make a move, Joel strides over to you.

“Ya know if ya ever need my help, I’ll always be willing. Whatever you need…”

“You’re too sweet Joel, I feel like I need to make it up to you.”

“Maybe you can, baby…” the words slip from his lips and steal your breath away. You gasp and move in closer to him.

“I’m sorry, can I call you baby?”

You nod wordlessly.

“Yeah? Well then baby, kiss me…”

You lean up, cupping his face and pressing his lips against your own. He holds your face in return, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks and moaning into your mouth. Your hands move to cup his neck as you move your face, deepening the kiss. Joel clutches your jaw, pulling you closer and raising you onto your tippy toes. You chuckle against him. This is finally happening. You’re finally kissing the man you’ve dreamed of. Ever since him and Sarah moved in, you have wanted him. It was no secret. Perhaps that’s why the Adler’s offered to watch Sarah. To give you this moment. And you’re ever so thankful.

Joel’s calloused palms move to your waist, slowly trailing down your body, feeling the sides of your bare skin. You hadn’t bothered putting your swim shirt back on after the pool and you were grateful. You welcome his fingers and let out a girlish giggle, his feather light touch overwhelming.

“How late do you wanna stay?”

Joel checks his watch. It’s 8:10.

“I told the Adlers I would be back by 9 so I mean…is that enough time for you…”

“I’ll take whatever you give me.” You smile against his face, kissing his cheek.

With that he returns his mouth to your own and he moves to cup under your shorts. He squeezes your ass and moves his hands under your thighs. In one swift motion he picks you up and is moving you both to your couch. You and him stumble into it and he sits down with you on his lap. You gasp and pull back.

“Ok that was fucking hot Miller, my god could you get any sexier.”

“You know what’s sexy…” he implies, pulling on the front of your bikini top, snapping the strap

“You like it?”

“You look like an absolute snack in this thing darling. And your ass, fuck I couldn’t stop looking at it by the pool.” he pants

“Glad you noticed. I was trying to impress you if you didn’t pick up on that when I told you.”

“Oh I did, and it worked. It definitely worked.” He sighs, sealing his words with another searing kiss.

You rock against him as his mouth moves with yours. You simply can’t get enough of him like this and he desperately wants to devour you. His hands wrap around your back, pulling you flush against his chest. He moves to squeeze your ass again, fingers dancing underneath your jeans. He grabs and gropes you, causing you to whine and whimper into his mouth.

“I love those pretty little noises you make, baby. I can’t wait to hear what other noises you make for me.” He whispers

He pulls at the hem of your jeans, tugging on them until they slide down your ass. You stand up, pulling them down your smooth legs. He starts rubbing the back of your thighs, moving his hands up and down and settling them underneath the cheek of your ass. He pulls your waist close to his face, your pelvis practically grinding up against his nose and lips. You delicately place your hands on his shoulders as he admires you.

“Let me see that cute little ass of yours again, babydoll”

Then suddenly you are spun around and he grips the strings of your bikini bottoms slowly pulling them down. As he does, he kisses the bear skin that’s being revealed to him until his lips are consuming your ass. You let out a sigh, arching your back slightly as his mouth finds your core. He dives in, placing his hands on the meat of your ass and nuzzling into your cheeks. His soft lips began to kiss your folds, and you buck up against his face. He growls against you, groping your cheeks and diving in to taste you. His mouth and tongue finds your clit and he begins to lap at it. He’s so hungry for you. So desperate to drink up your juices like a sweet nectar. Your legs quiver slightly and Joel notices. He wraps his hands around the front of your thighs, steadying you , while simultaneously pulling you closer to his mouth. He pulls back quickly, replacing his mouth with his fingers. He rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves feverishly, cooing as you moan and whine.

“Tastes so good. So fucking good baby.” He whispers.

He mouths at your pussy, his saliva mixing with your juices, making you so wet. You’re throbbing into his mouth and he places a few chase kisses to your cunt, before pulling away. He takes his shirt off and tosses it aside. He gives your core a few more open mouth kisses then spins you around once more, and you take off your top. You slowly pull the dainty string, letting your bikini top fall off you and onto his lap. He moans, clutching the top in his hand. You move to straddle him and he tosses the top on the ground.

Before you can put your weight on him, he bucks his hips, taking his trunks off. His cock springs forward and he takes his incredible length in his hand. He slowly pumps himself and you lower your ass onto his thighs. You don’t quite sink into him yet, wanting to appreciate this moment with him. He cups your ass and you clasp the back of his neck. He leans forward to press feather light kisses along your jaw and neck. Then his actions get more aggressive as he starts to manipulate your breasts. You mewl and arch into him. Your entire body starts to slowly rock against his, teasing him with your wet core on his cock.

“Fuck I want you. I can feel ya. So wet.”

You nod, biting your lip and Joel loves his hand down in between your legs again. He plays with your clit for a moment, before sinking a finger in you. You buck up on him, and steady yourself on his shoulders. He pumps his finger into you, loving the way your heat and juices consume his digit. He adds another one, and you feel so incredibly full.

“You ready for me?” Joel murmurs against your neck.

“Mhmm, please Joel. I’ve wanted this for so long!” You gasp as he removes his fingers. He wraps his hand around his cock, guiding it to your entrance. The tip pokes in, then you engulf the rest, taking his full length in you. He lets out a staggering moan as he works his lips down to your collarbone and valley of your breasts. You move your hips, slowly grinding on his cock and your tits bounce in his face. He chuckles and looks up at you. He sits back, holding your hips as you ride him.

“Fucking look at you girl. So gorgeous my god.”

You giggle in return, feeling up your body and playing with your boobs.

“That’s it, put on a little show for me.”

You bounce on him, continuing to feel your body and then you touch your clit, swirling it around in between your fingers. You let out a long, breathy moan, tilting your head back.

“Mmm Joel, Joel Joel Joel….” You hang his name as he squeezes your ass harshly. He helps you move, shoving your body onto his cock and moving his hands to hold your hips.

“That’s it. Oh my god you’re perfect…”

You learn back slightly, rolling your hips and tummy. He splays his hands over your waist, his breath hitching. He loves watching you move. He loves how you feel and needs more. Joel moves expertly to stand up, keeping himself buried inside you and, placing you on your back, you yelp as he lays you on the couch. He dives in for your lips again. He crawls on top of you, wasting no time shoving his length into you. Cupping your face. He rocks his hips, his cock filling you up once again. He speeds up, drilling into you. Your legs fold up to your chest, giving him better access to your pussy. As he thrusts into you, his beautiful eyes meet your own, his gaze thirsty for more. He rests his forehead against you and pants.

“You close?”

“If you touch me again. Play with me a little then I’ll come… please Joel…”

“Yeah? Like this baby?”

He aggressively rubs your core, his hand in sync with his hips. You nod and let out a series of incoherent babbles. You move against his hand and cock, a pool of ecstasy filling your stomach and drowning your senses. Your heat builds and builds until you break. You clench down around him, your breath leaving you as Joel’s mouth falls onto your own. With a few more of his own pumps, his seed is spilling inside you.

“Oh shit” he curses “fuck baby it’s just you felt so good shit I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine I’m on the pill.”

“You sure it’s ok?

You nod and he kisses you deeply, lips pressing firmly on your own. You moan, holding his face.

“You just might be the most perfect thing on the planet, ya know that?”

“Whatever you say.” you chuckle

“I know this may come off as formal given what we just did, but I really wanna take you out for a drink sometime. Like an actual date. If you want?”

“Yes Joel, I’d like that very much.”

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[thecookieverse]

Bacopa's World (Mains)

Welcome to Bacopa's World! A popular children's TV show starring the titular Bacopa Cookie and his many friends as they have all sorts of fun and adventures, and learn a few things along the way!

Starring..

Bacopa Cookie (Dandy, Bacopa is a kind of flower)

Blue Moon Cookie (Astro, Blue Moon is a flavor of ice cream)

Honey Bun Cookie (Shelly)

Strawberry Pie Cookie (Sprout)

and Lime Juice Cookie (Vee)

Oh and if you're wondering about Pebble, Pebble is a rock candy themed cake hound (I'll draw him and Coal some other time).

Also fun lore fact! Honey Bun used to work for the Relic Management Division of the Time Balance Department before the show was created. But she left due to pressure from Dark Fondue Cookie, and the fact she was usually ignored by her coworkers.

[corrupted-angels]

you a new alter? or an alter who wants a new name / pronouns? or just in general want to choose a new name? here are some ideas (all shoudl be open origin)

Masc Names: Arnie, Romeo, Atlas, Grayson(or greyson) Oscar, Malcolm, Francis, Luke, Lucas, Luca, Jimmy, Timothy, Timmy, Toby, Tobias, Jeff, Aaron, Adrian, Albert, Andrew, Bandit, Charlie, Chase, William, Chuck, Elliot, Finn, Glen, Gregory, Henry, Leon, Lewis, Mark, Matt, Max, Miles, Nash, Owen, Peter, Rodger, Roman, Roy, Ryder, Tucker, Tyler, dick, Diego, David,

Neutral names: Alex, AJ, August(yn), Blake, Blue, Forest, Frankie, Jackie, Jax, Eddie, Kelly, Logan, Milo, Rowan, Sam, Skylar, Hunter, Bailey, Dakota, Remy, Cameron, Sawyer, Fig, Flynn, Kai, Paige, Ashley, Jammie, Piper,

Female names: Abby/Abigail, Alice, Anna, Angel, Angelica, April, Avery, Claire, Coraline, Connie, Darcy, Destiny, Dorothy, Ellie, Gigi, Gina, Ivy, Jenny, Kate, Lilly/Lily, Lucy, Luna, Matilda, May, Meg, Mikaela, Poppy, Roxanne, Sabrina, Sally, Skyla, Stacy(Stacey), Mary, Lana

List of pronouns(including neos): He/him, She/her, They/them, Xe/xem, no pronouns (name/name[self]), ve/vir, mur/murs (cant have a binary gender to use, completely nongendered, kit/kits, pup/pups, vamp/vamps, mew/mews, purr/purrs, bun/buns, woof/woofs, cloud/clouds, rain/rains, bo/bots, pix/pixel, cor/corpse, gore/gores, gut/guts, boo/boos, Astro/astros, 🪶/🪶s, 🕊️/🕊️s, 🐿️/🐿️s, 🐾/🐾s, 🌈/🌈s, 💧/💧s, 🪦/🪦s, 🦴/🦴s

[kiki-and-thegurd]

Fancy loaf.

(Also look at his little tail holder on his butt)

[tickle-headcanons]

Astro novalite hcs •W•

(Ye .w.)

🌌 Astro Novalite – Tickle Headcanons 🌌

General

Lee-coded to the stars and back 💫 ➤ Tries so hard to stay calm and composed but the second you go near his sensitive spots?? ➤ It's like “Houston we have a wiggly situation—”

Just like his whole dream vibe, his reactions are soft, sleepy, but suuuuper fluttery 💤 ➤ Think tiny hiccupy giggles, muffled gasps, and sleepy whines

Very sensitive to touch in general! He’s got all these spacey sensory vibes that make tickling hit 10x harder 🛸 ➤ Anything light, soft, fluttery? Instantly crumbles

🌙 Lee!Astro

ABSOLUTELY MELTS under gentle tickles ➤ Light scribbles on his sides or tummy?? He squeaks ➤ “Nnh—! P-Plehehease, I neheheed to rest…!”

✨ Classic spots: • Underarms – especially if his sleeves ride up 😳 • Back of his neck – giggles quietly and ducks his head • Behind the knees – why is he floating away?? He’s trying to escape through dreamspace 😭 • Tummy + hips – sleepy wiggly chaos if you get both at once

His laugh is breathy and quiet but once you REALLY get him going?? He gets all snorty and hiccupy and it's adorable 😭

Covers his face with his sleeves in embarrassment ➤ But also tries not to kick anyone because he’s floating and flailing all over the dream dimension

If he trusts you?? He won’t resist much 🥺 ➤ He’ll just be all “O-Okay… b-but be gentle… please…” ➤ cue the softest little giggle fits as he hides behind his hat

Astro doesn't even fight back that much, he just curls up like a cozy little moon bun and accepts his fate 🌙✨

🪐 Ler!Astro

He’s very calm, very quiet… but also?? SNEAKY 👀 ➤ Will wait until you’re about to drift off, then softly whisper, ➤ “You shouldn’t fall asleep before your dreams begin…” ➤ and then lightly tickle your sides to jolt you awake 😭

His dream powers let him tickle you IN YOUR SLEEP ➤ Nightmares? Nah. TICKLEMARES 😭💀 ➤ “You look tense… would a little laughter help~?”

Loves soft teasing: ➤ “You’re wriggling quite a lot for someone who said they weren’t ticklish~”

Might not go all-out unless it’s payback or to help someone feel better, but when he does?? You’re toast ➤ Uses dream mist, floaty feathers, or literal stardust to fluster you into oblivion ➤ Plus he floats so there’s no escaping 😭

Afterwards? Tucks you into the fluffiest space-blanket imaginable 💫 ➤ “Rest easy now. You’ve laughed enough for the night…”

[deev1ous]

Shroud Parent Posting

tt really loved these. so here's my Shroud parents hcs !

more below !

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when giving Mr. Shroud moles, I unintentionally made them spaced similarly to the cosmos from Hercules. so let's just say that's what they represent ! i imagine idia and ortho also have these moles on their bodies

with Mrs. Shroud, i was pretty uninspired but wanted her to look cutesy and free-sprited, while also still matching Yana Toboso's style. hence, i had to get rid of the ahoge 😔. Toboso designs her female characters with very slick and straight hair, only the males get spikey hair (with the exception of grelle and mey rin) so I only kept the messy bun hairs sticking out

on that note, her buns are also braided at the back, but u can't really see that here

Mr. Shroud is slouching so the height difference isn't very obvious here, but i feel like he'd be at least 6'4 (193 cm), and Mrs. Shroud would be about 5'5-5'7 (165-170cm)

i haven't seen the astro boy 2009 movie in like 2 yrs, but that's how I imagine Mr. Shroud acted when he saw robot!Ortho. he was adamant that that wasn't his son and never will be a proper replacement. completely rejected the notion even when Mrs. Shroud is so proud of what her son accomplished and tried to reason with him. he eventually comes around a few yrs later.

before ortho's death, they were that one couple who were so lovey dovey it'd make u gag. mostly on Mrs. Shroud's part. but after his death all of that ended.

however ! a few yrs after Mrs. Shroud still acts very cutesy and lovely to Mr. Shroud in and out of public, embarrassing him a little. he just doesn't reciprocate in public like he used to.

they're one of those "how did he bag her" couples. not bc of looks per se but bc of Mr. Shroud's personality, since Idia has stated in canon that his dad also acts very negative and gloomy.

Mrs. Shroud def the type of mother to give her sons' contact info to people she thinks they'd like.

"Go ask your mom."

it is very obvious something is wrong with these freaks with the handling of Ortho's death and Idia's recreation of him. I haven't read book 6 in months but it does seem like they all live in the S.T.Y.X. building. so they're def busy 24/7 and barely ever had the free time to bond with their sons. even on weekends or when they had time off, they would still technically be working.

[astroa3h]

Transit Chart: Pregnancy Indicators 👶✨🍼

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✨Transits to the 5th House: Okay, so the 5th house is like the VIP lounge for creativity and kids. When you’ve got big-deal planets like Jupiter (the planet of expansion) or Venus (the love goddess) hanging out or throwing aspects at your 5th house, it’s a major cosmic green light for fertility.

✨Transits to the Moon: Speaking of the Moon, it’s our celestial mama bear, ruling over emotions and, you guessed it, motherhood. When transit Jupiter or Venus make a beeline to your Moon, think of it as the universe giving you a fertility boost. It’s like the stars are aligning for a baby boom.

✨Jupiter Transits: Jupiter’s the ultimate hype planet, all about growth and good vibes. So when Jupiter swings through your 5th house or starts flirting with your Moon, Venus, or the ruler of your 5th house, it’s practically shouting, “Hey, it’s baby time!”

✨Saturn Transits: Now, Saturn’s got a bit of a reputation as the strict dad of the zodiac, but don’t count it out. A positive Saturn transit to your Moon or 5th house can actually mean it’s a great time to start a family. Think stability and structure – Saturn’s all about the long haul.

✨Venus Transits: Venus is all about love, beauty, and yes, fertility. When Venus is making nice with your Moon, your 5th house, or its ruler, the stars are basically rolling out the red carpet for pregnancy vibes. Especially when transit Venus is in the sign of Cancer.

Keep an eye on those transits and see what the cosmos might be hinting at for you. Remember, astrology’s all about potential and possibilities, so stay open to the magic of the universe!

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[wardenbloom]

Caleb: As I fall

Warning: contains sexual scenes 🍆

"ZAYNEEEE!" Nia yelled and jumped head first and her arms wide from the 10th floor of the building. Zayne was just leaving after his shift and now his mind is in shambles as he saw his friend falling from the 10th floor.

Oh Astra. Please, let my source of headache just... Behave even for a day.

Zayne thought as he timely caught her in his arms. She was laughing and smiling childishly.

"Hahahaha!!" She laughed as she hugged him.

"Nia! You are not to do that again!” Zayne sounded worried and at the same time annoyed. "What if your evol suddenly stopped working mid-flight??"

"Oops hehe sorry.” She unapologetically pinched his cheek as his eyebrows furrowed.

"You're off now?" She asked.

He took a deep breath and nodded.

"I see, well, it's been weeks since we've eaten out. How about we have some dinner tomorrow? My shift is just about to start." She said while putting on her identification card.

"... Sure. Let's have dinner tomorrow."

Zayne and Nia had been close friends since their med school days. While Zayne had troubles talking to his peers, Nia never did even though there's an age gap between them and their peers.

Consider it a case of an extrovert adopting an introverted friend.

Sleepovers, review nights, shared meals, and when asked for a partner in their lab subjects, they always choose each other. Years have passed, and still, Nia have not confessed her feelings for him. It was embedded in her mind when Zayne mentioned:

"I wanted to be a Cardiologist for a certain someone. Because I want to be there for her if she gets any complications."

Now, they're both working professionals who excel in their field. Nia started doing her rounds then went back to her clinic to update the patient records.

She sighed.

I really think I should tell him how I feel...

She thought while typing.

The next day, Nia was excited to have dinner with Zayne. They agreed to meet at the park at 6:00PM.

Okay, I'll confess today... If he rejects me, I can just... Move somewhere far

Nia thought to herself as she dressed up and put on make up. She decided to wear a backless dark dress that hangs until her thighs. She tied her hair into a low bun and wore her high heels.

She took the cab to the park then sat on the bench. Around her were students chatting, families walking with their kids, and old people getting their daily walk.

[6:04 PM]

Hmmm... He was never late before...

She scrolled through their chats and read yesterday's messages that he confirmed their dinner tonight and that he'll fetch her at the park.

Meanwhile, Zayne was preoccupied with the claw machines at the arcades as his childhood friend asked him to play today. He focused his senses to get the Astro Penguin for her.

"Yes that! I like that penguin!" His childhood friend said. After a few tries, he finally got her one.

He felt happy as she held the plush toys they got from today. But something felt off.

Hm, it seems like I have forgotten something... he thought as he drove her home.

Nia noticed that it was getting dark. She called him a few times but he didn't answer so she just waited.

[8:34PM]

ahh... I'm so hungry... Did he forget?

A sinking feeling enveloped her heart as she held back her tears.

Of course... He never looked at me, anyway. It was all just me.

She conceded then decided to go to a bar.

[8:40]

Zayne dropped off his friend at her place then bid goodbye to her. He walked back to his car then checked on his phone.

[Nia (Best girl eveerrrr!!! Hey don't change this or I'll cry) 4 missed calls]

Oh no... Nia...

Zayne hurriedly drove to the park and ran around looking for her.

She must be waiting... I'm sorry...

Zayne called her but her it seems like her phone was turned off. He felt guilty. He knew that she would be waiting for him but it was almost three hours from their meeting time. Zayne decided to go to her place instead.

Nia found herself at a pub, rather than a bar. She thought that the food would be better there since she haven't had her dinner yet. The place was quite peaceful than a bar. There's a flatscreen TV playing a football match, arcades with combat games, and some parlor games too.

She sat at a booth near the bartender then ordered a large serving of fish and chips, a quarter of roasted chicken and some beer.

She ate alone as she held back her tears. She chugged on a pint of beer and stuffed her mouth with chicken.

... I see... Well, maybe its Astra's way to tell me that I really shouldn't confess...

After stuffing her stomach, she went to the bartender's counter then sat.

"Sangria. The red one." She ordered and the bartender obliged.

While she was drinking her Sangria, a tall man with dark hair stood beside her and ordered his drink.

"Hey man! Been awhile!" The bartender greeted the man.

"Yeah, I know! This place looks more lively!" He smiled. "I'll have the usual."

Nia took a deep breath and sipped through her straw, still thinking about how Zayne stood her up.

The man sat beside her in silence as he sipped on his glass. Nia felt a stare and she looked at the man beside him and frowned.

"What do you want?" She aggressively asked.

He smiled. "No, uh, nothing. I just thought you looked sad."

Oh. He's quite handsome.

Nia thought. His light purple eyes caught her attention. She didn't reply and felt her heart aching. She sighed and ordered another drink.

"You can tell me if you want. I heard talking about things makes you feel better." He offered.

"No thank you. Talking about personal experiences makes you attached, if anything."

The man laughed. "It seems to me that someone broke your heart, miss."

"Okay. You're being too nosy. What is it that you want?" She blurted out.

"You see, I'm in my 3-week vacation and right now I'm just passing time." He smiled at her. "It just so happen that a beautiful girl is sitting on the chair that I used to sit on everytime I go here."

Nia looked at him closely. She thought that he was fairly handsome and he looks friendly as well.

"Do you have time?" She finally turned to him.

He sipped on his glass and replied "Yeah, why?"

She took a deep breath.

"Do you wanna fuck?" She asked straightly and he choked on his drink.

He cleared his throat and looked at her and smiled. "My place?"

"No. Let's not do that. It's your dwelling and I really don't wanna see your personal belongings." She stood up. "I know a place."

Nia led him to the Linkon Hotel then went to the reception. The place was well-lit with expensive chaneliers hanging in the ceiling. The pearl white tiled floor was lined with gold that matched the couches.

"Damn. You really picked an expensive place." He chuckled.

"Well, you're going to pay anyway so I thought I should go all out." She grinned then got their room card.

"Huh?? Wait, what?" He followed her as she walked going to the elevator. Inside the elevator he carried her purse. "You're lucky I can actually pay for this." He whispered.

"Of course. You said I was beautiful and this beautiful girl deserves only the best, right?" She smiled and blinked at him.

He unconsciously bit his lower lip and took a deep breath.

Once Nia had opened the door to their room, he gently wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. She looked up to him and kicked the door close.

He gave out a small chuckle and kissed her neck while he pressed his body against hers.

"You know, I've been looking at you since I entered the pub. That dress looks really hot on you." He whispered while caressing her thighs.

"Backless, really? I can even see your side boobs earlier." He bent down and kissed her breasts over the linen.

She breathed heavily as she felt a tingling sensation. "Mhh..." She sighed while gently grabbing his hair.

He gently pulled her up and had her sit on the table as he kissed her neck.

"I didn't get your name." He looked at her in the eye and smiled.

"We need names?" She kissed his cheek.

"Of course. How would I say your name when I cum if I don't know what your name is?" He chuckled.

"What? Hahaha," She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "My name's Nia."

"That's a really cute name, Nia." He kissed the tip of her nose. "Caleb."

"Oh, that name is moan-able. Clap clap to your parents for naming you that, Caleb." She teased. He smiled at her and slowly kissed her.

His lips gently sucked on her lower lip while his hand traveled along her smooth and naked back. She embraced him and unconsciously grinded her hip against him, feeling his hardness in between her thighs.

Caleb's tongue slowly opened her mouth; she gasped and sucked on his tongue. Nia could feel a smile forming on his lips as they shared a deep kiss.

He slowly slipped down her top and revealed her breasts. After kissing her, he bent down and sucked on her nipple while running his finger on the other.

"Mmmhhh... Caleb..." She sighed in pleasure.

He then stood up and removed his shirt. His body was toned and a bit bulky. Nia stared at him; he smirked.

"Like what you're seeing?" He asked then knelt down to feel her wetness. He gently touched her over her panties and felt that she was soaking wet.

"Ahh..." She moaned.

"You're soaking wet, Nia..." He said while running his fingers over the linen of her wet underwear.

She's soaking wet... She feels a little bit plump down here too...

He thought and smiled at her. He watched her try to muffle her moans while he licked her wetness.

"Mhhh Caleb..." She softly called his name as he inserted his tongue inside.

"Caleb.. Wait.. My clothes..."

Oh right. Her clothes might get dirty.

He stood up and gently unzipped her dress. She wiggled to remove it and he neatly hanged the dress into the empty cabinet.

Nia was still sitting on the table while her arms covered her chest; he approached her and effortlessly carried her in his arms. He gently threw her against the soft bed then crawled on top of her.

He kissed her again and she opened her mouth as their tongues entwined. Nia could feel his hardness against her thigh. She playfully touched his crotch as they kissed.

He's huge... And it feels hot against my palm

She thought as she unbuttoned his jeans while they are in a deep kiss.

Caleb gently pulled away and removed his jeans. She knelt and pulled down his boxers to reveal his huge throbbing member.

She started stroking it, then licking it's shaft. Caleb breathed deeply while she wrapped her lips around its tip.

Her tongue playfully flicked against his tender tip while her smooth hands stroked his already hard shaft. She looked up at him as she tried to take him inside her mouth.

Fuck... She looks so good... This view is dangerous...

Caleb then asked her to stand up and he laid her down the bed. He started kissing her from her neck, to her breasts, then to her stomach.

He looked up at her as if asking for permission; she nodded and he gently spread her legs then kissed her down. He sucked on her clitoris while he gently inserted a finger.

She's tight. It's either she hadn't had sex for a long while or that she's working out her muscles.

"Mhhh... There... Yes..." She sighed as he slowly pushed and pulled his finger inside. He curled his finger and she jolted while her toes curled.

"Ahhhh..." She moaned. Caleb thought her voice sounded lewd and sexy. He wanted to hear more.

"Came already?" He asked while opening the drawer of the bedside table and found a box of unopened condoms. She pouted.

Caleb smirked and wore the condom around his member. "Well, I haven't started yet."

He whispered as he rubbed the tip against her and slowly inserted it. She tried to cover her face as she knew that she was feeling it a little bit too much but Caleb held her wrists down.

"Let me see your face as I thrust inside of you... " He smiled.

"Mmhhh Caleb no... Don't look at--" She looked away but he vigorously thrusted insider her that made her shriek. "Ahhhhnnn~! Too huge!! Ahhh..." She moaned in pleasure.

She looks so lewd

"Too huge, and yet you took me in so well... Do you like me that much, Nia?" he whispered then started pounding her, every moan she let out, he gets turned on more. He flipped her over and pulled her hips up.

He fondled her breasts while slowly thrusting in her as if finding her pleasure spot from a different position.

Nia's moans were muffled by the pillows and Caleb wasn't having any of it. He threw the pillows away. He leaned over her ear and whispered "Say my name."

"Mmmhhhh!!!" She moaned as if she didn't hear anything. He licked her earlobe while rubbing her clitoris. He suddenly felt her tighten up.

"Ahhh!! Caleb!! Caleb!!” She moaned loud, not caring whether people from the room beside them could hear her. She could feel her climax rising.

Caleb thrusted faster. " I'm near..." He groaned as he felt her wetness drip to her thigh.

"Ahhh...! I'm cumming!" She cried in pleasure as she reached her climax. Caleb thrusted in deeper as he released.

Caleb pulled out then cleaned her up.

"How about we take a bath too?" He asked.

She stood up and wore her clothes. "No need. I'll take a bath at home." Nia fixed her hair and washed her face.

"You sure you don't wanna cuddle with me?" He pouted and placed his head over her shoulders while she was doing her makeup.

"Grrr. You're like a dog. Go away" She exclaimed.

"Haha," He laughed and stood up straight. "Are you always this moody?"

"No," She answered with sadness in her eyes. "You're right. I got my heart broken earlier today."

She finally finished packing up then approached the door.

"You can sleep with me later, I heard that cuddling makes one feel better." He gestured and opened his arms.

"No, thank you. I'd like to process this alone." She coldly replied.

"I see. Then, can I get your contact?" Caleb asked and she typed her number into his phone then left the hotel.

Well, more space for me, I guess

Caleb laid down and remembered how she looked earlier. Her lewd experessions, her moans, and the way she took him in her mouth. Suddenly, he got hard.

"Oh no... Not again.."

It was past midnight when Nia reached her home. She took a cold shower then laid to bed.

Fuck... I'm sore down there...

She squirmed and felt the pain until she dozed off.

The next day, it was her day off. Her mind wandered about what happened to Zayne. She opened her phone and found several missed calls from Zayne and two messages from Caleb.

[Mr. Snowman - 8 missed calls, 5 messages]

[Unknown Number - 2 messages]

So he did forgot...

She took a deep breath and felt her heavy heart. Tears flowed from her eyes and she sobbed.

It hurts... I see. I am not as important to him than he is to me.

She laid on her bed and wrapped her body with the duvet while she cried until she fell asleep again.

In the afternoon, the sound of the doorbell woke her up. She grabbed her cardigan then answered the door and saw Zayne holding a paper bag of her favorite sweets and pastries.

"Nia... I'm sorry for what happened last night..." He sincerely apologized but during that time, she felt numb.

She didn't want him to leave but she didn't want to see him either. There are many things she wanted to say but she decided to let it go.

Zayne sensed that she was deeply hurt from his negligence. He took a step forward and wanted to touch her but she took a step back.

"... I waited for almost three hours." She finally managed to speak.

"I'm sorry... I was just..." Zayne tried to explain that he got carried away from playing in the arcades but even he thinks that such reason was stupid.

Her eyes looked forlorn as she looked down, not wanting to see his face.

"It's okay. I already know you were at the arcades yesterday. You posted some photos of plushies in the afternoon. I just saw earlier." She sadly smiled and already knew that he was with someone else.

His heart sank. He didn't intend to hurt her and he felt guilty. "Nia... Let me just..."

Just what, Zayne? You can't even reason this one out.

He thought while Nia hugged herself.

"... I think you should just leave, Zayne. I... I shouldn't be bothered with who you hang out with, anyway." She tried to convince herself that it didn't hurt -- that she wasn't jealous.

She slowly went back to her home and gently closed the door. Zayne didn't know how to feel and what to say. He placed the bag of pastries on her porch then left.

She won't be smiling at me anymore...

He drove back to Akso Hospital and continued his duty. Meanwhile, Nia decided to soak herself in the bathtub.

As she was sitting on the tub with bubbly water, her phone rang indicating a video call.

Huh? A videocall?

She frowned and checked that it was an Unknown number. She tapped on the two unread messages and read:

Unknown Number: Hey, its Caleb. Save my num, you might ignore me XD

Unknown Number: Did you get home safe?

She opened the video call but closed her end of the video and saw Caleb driving.

He is handsome even on a different angle... He must have lots of women after him... I better stay away.

"Video call while driving is insane." She uttered and he laughed.

"Haha! I was stuck in traffic earlier I was bored."

"My subscription only includes sex. What are you doing calling me and all"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, miss Nia." He smiled on the camera. "Our agreement was to be friends with benefits and before we get the benefit of sexual intercourse, we are friends first. So please humor me while I'm bored in this traffic"

She sighed. She was to cry earlier but now she couldn't because a certain someone is being clingy.

"You're doing something?" He asked.

"I'm in my bathtub." She quietly replied.

"... Are you okay? You sound more sad than last night." Caleb tilted his head.

... I thought he's going to ask me to open my camera

"Yes, I'm fine." She coldly replied. "I'm sorry I can't humor you today as I can't even humor myself"

"I tell you what. I'm actually just gonna go home from the hotel. Send me your location and I'll being you food." Caleb requested.

"No, I'm fine. Don't waste your time on me." She replied and Caleb took a screenshot.

"Hehehehe. You really should turn off your location from your phone because it shows here in the chatroom." He smiled devilishly.

Nia jolted up in embarrassment "WHAT?!?!” she exlaimed.

"Nia -- currently in Lakefront." Caleb read aloud. "Well, Lakefront is small so I can just doorbell every house there until I find yours."

"Grrr don't do that!!" She frowned then drained the water from her bath tub. "FINE! LET ME JUST RINSE THEN I'LL SEND YOU MY EXACT ADRESS"

"Nice. Make sure to open the camera t--"

Caleb's words were cut off as she opened her camera that showed a good angle of her as she rinsed her hair and body.

"Oh.. Ohhhhh..." Caleb's jaw dropped and his eyes were focused on her while the cars behind him honked. "I was just joking but damn... I can't believe we fucked last night." He took a deep breath and drove slowly through the traffic.

After she was done, she wrapped herself in a bath robe and reminded him to focus on driving. She turned off the videocall and sent him her exact address. She wore her dolphin shorts and loose sleeveless shirt.

Not even an hour, the doorbell rang and Caleb was outside the gate with a plastic bag of take out on his hand and another bag of chips and drinks on the other.

"... That's a lot... I thought it's traffic?" She looked at him and opened the gates.

"Well, I took a detour. I can't let miss Nia wait for me for too long." He nodded and smiled.

She felt her heart was pierced.

Make me wait...?

"Oh, what's this? Sweets?" Caleb asked and looked inside the paper bag full of sweets and pastries. Nia grabbed the bag then went in the house.

"We should watch Moon Wars. I think you'll like it." He gleefully said while booting up her Smart TV as if it was his own. Nia placed the food he brought on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"Moon Wars? Are those about moons in constant war with each other?" She chuckled and removed the lid of her spicy chicken rice bowl.

"Kinda, yeah. Like the moons, right, they have this gravitational force and they kept on colliding with each other affecting time and space then there is this..." Caleb continued with his summary of the movie. Nia could already tell that he's a geek the way he talks.

The movie started and they ate as they watched the 4-hour movie of a man trying to overcome space and time to find his family despite the intergalactic war going on. At the ending credits, the two cried.

"It's so good!! Huhuhu" Nia sobbed and blew her nose on a napkin.

Caleb teared up and pressed the fast food napkin on his eyes. "I told you its a good movie. But I just realized that it's a tearjerker"

After they cleaned up, Caleb sat on the couch and tapped his lap gesturing for her to sit. Nia sat on his lap facing him. His hand slid inside her shirt and started rubbing her back. He buried his face against her neck and kissing it.

"Caleb... I can't do that today... I'm sore and it hurts down there..." She admitted.

Caleb took a deep breath and retrieved his hand. He gave her a worried look. "I'm sorry... Do you want me to buy meds?"

She shook her head. "No need. Also, shouldn't you be going home?"

"Do you want me to stay?" He asked.

"No. I have work tomorrow morning." She replied and he smiled.

"You never told me about your work." He rubbed her back and ran his hand against her exposed thigh.

"I'm a neurosurgeon." She replied and rested her hand against his chest.

"Ohhh doctor please heal me! My heart beats an abnormal rate whenever I see you smile!" He exaggeratedly exclaimed.

"That must be Arrythmia, Sir Caleb." She giggled.

"Oh. Damn."

"You haven't told me about yours." She uttered.

He took a deep breath. "Well, I am a fighter jet pilot."

"Oh. DAA?"

"Yup, and I'll have to be back to work two weeks from now."

"I see."

"You'll miss me by then?" He playfully asked.

"Depends. If you're a good boy or not" She smirked and stood up. "Well mister pilot, its getting late and you should get some rest"

"Oh momma. Call me a good boy again..." Caleb joked and she laughed.

The next day, Nia went to the hospital early to start her duty. She greeted everyone in a friendly manner as she always did then asked for their schedule for the day. After her consultation hours, she did her rounds in the neuro ward.

Meanwhile, Zayne was also doing his rounds in the cardio ward then noticed Nia talking to a child patient on a wheelchair. She was happily talking to the child then she helped him enter his room.

Suddenly, a nurse was in a hurry and entered the room then informed her of an emergency surgery. She left the room urgently then started giving instructions.

The emergency room lit up signaling an ongoing surgery. After five hours, the surgery was a success and she went back to their office to get some rest all while doing her reports.

A knock was heard by her door and it slowly opened.

"Nia, have you had lunch?" Zayne casually asked.

Without looking at him, she answered "Not yet."

He placed a box of lunch on her table. She looked at it then at him and sighed.

"If this is you saying sorry for the other day, just cut it out." She coldly said.

Just go out with the person you're with and leave me alone.

Zayne just stood and didn't talk. He didn't know what to say but he definitely knows she's pissed off.

He sat on the couch in front of her and just looked at her. She furrowed her eyebrows.

"Grrrr. Stop that. What the hell do you want?" She exclaimed.

"Nothing. I just want to say sorry for what I did." He took a deep breath and started explaining. "I... My childhood friend said that she wanted to go to the arcades that day and I didn't notice the time."

Her heart sank and his explanation was not helping at all.

"I see. At least you had fun" She dryly replied.

It's... It's not my place to be mad... We're just friends anyway.

She thought and composed herself.

"Are you still mad?" He quietly asked and she shook her head.

"I don't have any right to get mad at you." She forced a smile. "Well then, I'd appreciate it if you leave me be for today. I still have a lot of things to do."

Zayne stood up and approached the door.

"I hope this won't ruin our friendship..." Zayne sincerely uttered.

Nia took a deep breath.

"I have feelings for you, Zayne." She spoke without looking at him. "Eight years and counting. I have feelings for you."

Zayne's eyes widened. Her confession made his heart beat rapidly.

Nia... How...

She finally looked at him and held her tears back. "I love you, Zayne. But, I have been rejected even before I confessed." She chuckled.

"Nia... I..." He approached her but she gestured for him to stop. It had been natural for him to hold her whenever he felt like she needed it.

"... We can't go back to the way we were before because I fucked up. I ended up liking you." She finally said. "And your heart is for another."

Slowly, her tears fell and she couldn't hold it back anymore. Zayne approached her and wiped her tears but she flicked his hand away.

"Don't." She stood up and left the room.

Zayne's heart felt heavy. He never noticed or knew that it was more than friendship that she'd been feeling. He felt conflicted as she was the only person he's been confiding about everything. The only person that he knew would understand everything he tells her. She's precious to him too.

Nia found herself at the side of the park as she cried silently. It helped that it was windy as the swaying of the trees made a sound that masked her sniffles.

She wiped her tears with the sleeves of her white coat. She wanted her tears to stop but she couldn't.

Ahhh... This is so embarrassing... A grown woman like me crying like this...

"What's this beautiful woman crying about?"

A familiar voice asked. She looked at him and saw Caleb holding his phone. Nia continued on crying like a child. Caleb thought she looked vulnerable like that; he gently smiled and gave her a hug. She bawled her eyes out and sniffled.

After a few minutes, she settled down and he bought her some ice cream. They sat on a bench and felt the cool air from the trees.

"... So you told him you like him. But you didn't even let him speak? What if he likes you too?" Caleb chuckled.

"If you like someone, I don't think you'd forget the dinner you two scheduled." She replied then scooped from her pint of coffee ice cream.

"Fair." Caleb nodded and bit on his ice cream cone. Nia finished a whole pint of coffee ice cream then stood up.

"Okay, well thank you for consoling me. I should get back to my clinic..." She furrowed her eyebrows. "Wait a minute... What are YOU doing here??"

Caleb looked up to her. "Well, I was bored so I went again to your profile and it says in our chatroom..." He opened his phone "Nia -- currently at Linkon Central City Park. So I thought I should annoy you, but alas! My cutie babe is crying over a man who, I am sure, is not even as handsome and hot as me"

"Cutie babe your face." She frowned. "I'll go back to the clinic. Bye."

Days passed and the rift between Nia and Zayne only grew bigger. Zayne not knowing what to do after her confession and Nia who just can't bear talking to him made them estranged with each other.

"Mmmhhh.. Caleb...!!" Nia faced the wall with her butt up and hands against the wall. Caleb licked her anus while rubbing her clitoris.

"You taste really good, Nia..." He whispered.

"Stop... That's dirty... Let me wash first..." Nia said in between moans. She'd just gotten home from work and was looking forward to a nice bath but Caleb was already waiting for her in her porch.

Ignoring her plea, Caleb continued on pleasuring her and pressing his strong finger against her tender anus.

"No... Caleb..."

"Should we try anal next time?" He stood up and rubbed his hard member against her anus. She moaned but she gently pushed him and shook her head.

"Of course, we have to train your asshole for that first." Caleb smiled and kissed her shoulder.

"Let me take a bath first." She said while fixing her skirt.

"Can I go with you?" Caleb smiled then pulled up his jogging pants.

"Do what you like." She shrugged and he followed her.

Caleb sat behind her in the bath tub. He tied her hair into a bun and started scrubbing her back. She rested her arms on his knees beside her then started humming a slow tune.

Caleb's hand playfully travelled from her back to her breasts. He gently pulled her close as he fondled them. She breathed deep and leaned her head back against his shoulder. He gently pinched her nipples and she let out a quiet moan.

"Caleb..." She called him while turning towards him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and showed him his tongue.

He smiled and kissed her deep. Their wet bodies pressed against each other as his hands squeezed her butt.

"Nia..." He looked at her with pleading eyes. "Can I...?"

Nia looked down and saw that he was hard; she held his throbbing member then knelt on the floor of the tub. She angled herself and slowly sat down his lap inserting him inside her.

"Ahhh..." She moaned. His member stretched her as she lowered her body down until she took all of him in.

Caleb guided her hips as she started bouncing and grinding on him. She moved her hips on a circular motion, finding her pleasure spot.

"Nia... Ugh..." Caleb groaned when she tightened up.

Sensing that she's getting tired, Caleb asked her to stand up and hold on to the tiled wall while he fucked her from behind. He wrapped his large hand around her neck while the other held one of her leg up, he started thrusting.

"Ahh! Ahh! Yes Caleb!! There..." She squirmed against him while he thrusted deep.

"Nia..." He groaned her name in pleasure.

"Caleb! Caleb! Mhhhh" Her eyes were teary while she felt him deep inside. She looked at him and he gave her a kiss. "I'm cumming..!" She tensed up and breathed.

"Me too, Nia... I'm near..." He held her tighter as he thrusted harder.

"Ahhhh!! Caleb!!!" Her toes curled and her muscles tensed up.

"Nia..!" He groaned then released.

Nia felt his hot liquid inside of her; she felt good. Caleb pulled out and she pushed out his liquid.

Fuck... That's so fucking hot...

Caleb thought as he watched her. Afterwards, they rinsed then ate dinner.

"By the way, there's a fireworks showing at the coastline next week, you wanna go?" Caleb asked.

"I'll have to check my schedule for that. There are times that sudden emergencies arise and-”

"If you have a sudden emergency that day, I'll even drive you to the hospital" Caleb chuckled. "I'm asking if you're free."

"Yes, I'd be free that day. But, isn't that the week you'll leave for work?" She asked.

"Well, that would be two days before I leave. Then I'll be very busy." Caleb looked at her and smirked. "Why, you're gonna miss me?"

"Nonsense..." She replied and furrowed her brows while she chomped on a piece of fish.

"If you miss me, just visit me in the Skyhaven. I'll tell my subordinates that a pretty girl would like to apply as our physician." He chuckled. "Wait... You can do that.. What if you--”

"Nope. Not a chance." She smiled.

The next day, Nia was set for the graveyard shift. After she did her rounds, she went to the cafeteria to grab something to eat.

She ordered a bowl of salad, roasted chicken, mashed potato, iced coffee and a bar of milk chocolate.

Meanwhile, Zayne was still doing his reports but he felt like eating something. He went to the cafeteria to buy some sweets but found Nia placing her used plates on the designated area.

Oh... She's graveyard today.

She approached the door and noticed Zayne looking at her. After Nia's confession, she didn't dare see him or even reply to his messages. Their eyes met but it was an unusual view for Zayne as her eyes did not exude happiness around him anymore. Her toothy grin whenever she sees him is now replaced by her neutral expression.

Zayne felt his heart dropped with the realization that she's never going to be the same around him again.

"Nia.." He unconsciously held out to touch her wrist. She didn't move away.

"Is there something you need?" She asked.

"I..." He took a deep breath. "How have you been?"

"Good. Still the same with increased patients and emergency procedures. You?" She replied.

"Nia, I'm very sorry about us... I hope we could patch it up and return to normal." He sincerely uttered.

"... It's my fault, Zayne. I should be the one saying sorry." She forced a smile. "And... Please give me time to settle my feelings."

"Okay..." He let her wrist go.

"Then, I should be heading to my clinic." She nodded then left.

The following week, Caleb fetched Nia from her home then drove to the coastline to watch the fireworks.

The breeze was cool, several people waiting for the event and chattering, then bazaars and food stalls occupied a portion of the venue.

"I didn't expect to have this much people" Caleb leaned down and spoke to her.

"I think we could just fly and get a better view from that building" She pointed at the commercial building towering nearby the venue.

"Carry me?" Caleb smiled.

"No." She replied then went to the food stalls. Caleb held her hand. "Huh? Is this one of the benefits too?" She asked and tilted her head.

"I just don't want to lose you in the crowd. You're too short." Caleb teased and she elbowed his gut.

"Ow!" Caleb chuckled then they started roaming around the food stalls. From not afar, Nia spotted a familiar figure.

Zayne...

She thought as her eyes widened. Caleb was laughing at his own joke but he noticed her eyes were somewhere else. He followed the direction of her eyes.

"So that's him, huh?" He asked and she nodded. They both saw him together with a girl. Her heart felt like it was being crushed but somehow, it didn't hurt as much as before. She looked at Caleb and thought that maybe he has helped her ease the pain a little bit.

"He's not bad looking, so I get it." He said then returned to eating.

Afterwards, the pyromusical show started. Nia looked at the sky with wonder in her eyes. She usually missed these kinds of event due to her work but she made time today. She clapped whenever she saw silly shapes. Caleb stared at her. He wanted to focus on the fireworks but he thought that he doesn't get to see her this happy everyday.

She sang with the music being played as she cheered with the people around them whenever the fireworks popped. It's been a while since she's been herself.

Nia looked up at Caleb and gave him a childish grin. "Thanks for bringing me here." She said.

The sounds of the fireworks were loud but even so, Caleb heard her clearly. He smiled and replied "What did you say? Are you confessing your feelings to me?" He laughed and teased. It made his heart full to finally see her smiling. It was the first time he caught a glimpse of the genuine happy Nia. She shook her head and smiled then continued watching the colorful fireworks.

After the event, Caleb and Nia decided to take a walk at the park. They talked about several things about their lives and what are their plans. Unconsciously, Nia suddenly hovered.

"N-Nia! You’re hovering!!" Caleb panicked. "Get down!”

"Hahaha! The wind is me!!" She giggled and laughed as she sped up and flew around the trees.

Caleb thought that she looked happy. He let her be but after a few minutes, he used his gravity evol to pull her down to his arms.

"AHHHH! NOOOO I'M FALLING!!" She laughed. She knew she'd be safe as Caleb gently laid her in his arms.

"That's enough flying for today, miss. You might bump your head into something." Caleb said and had her stand up. "Come on, it's already past 2am. You still have work tomorrow"

The day before Caleb leaves, he called Nia but there's no answer. He packed his bags and decided to give her a visit.

Her location says that she just got home...

Caleb opened the gate and typed in the password of her door. She never told him about the password but he figured it out on his own.

He found Nia laying on her bed with her outside clothes still on. He gently laid beside her and scooped her into his arms.

She must've been tired from her shift.

"Mhhh.." Nia slowly opened her eyes and saw him. "Caleb... What are you doing here..." She meekly uttered and closed her eyes.

"I'll leave tomorrow. I just wanted to see you." He replied.

"No sexy time." She mumbled and placed her hand on his chest. "I'm exhausted... Lots of emergency surgeries..."

"Haha," Caleb chuckled. "Weirdly enough, holding you like this is fine with me. I'd take it over any day." He smiled and hugged her until he finally dozed off.

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A Civil Shitshow

For once in his long life, Eris finds himself looking forward to a family dinner. Plans for tonight have been in the works since Lucien's mating ceremony, which was also the last time he saw the majestic, broody Shadowsinger.

The high ranking members of Night, Day and Autumn gather to honor the newly mated and married Lucien and Elain Spell-Cleaver. Ever the opportunists, Eris and Azriel plan to take advantage of the occasion.

Thank you loads to @Brunetterebel010 (a03), @the-darkestminds and @astro-h0e-4azris

ERIS

He checked himself out in the mirror one last time. He looked fucking good. He detested Day’s weather—the sun was always too present, his sweaty skin chafing. The top of his silky hair was pulled into a top bun, two small braids pulled out front to frame his face. The rest was flowing freely over his back. He went with a hin, copper colored, linen tunic, with golden iridescent threads glinting throughout. The cut of the garment made his waist look impeccably trim. He had caramel trousers of the softest fabric made specially for the occasion. The fabric was breathable, and his ass looked scrumptious. He topped the look off with a small kingdoms’ worth of jewelry. Elegant, bedazzled brass knuckles borne of gold signet and various gem-filled rings. His pointed ears were dripping in complimentary, albeit mismatched, arrays of studs and hoops. And he wore a delicate thin gold chain around his neck, a small, unnecessary excuse to leave a fastening or two at the top of his top undone. He pulled on a pair of lightweight loafers and winnowed to the front door of Lucien’s estate in Rhoades. 

His mother had specifically requested Eris be on his best behavior as this was the first time the Vanserras, Spell-cleavers, Archerons and Illyrians were attempting to amicably share a meal. Elain and Lucienhad finally had their mating ceremony, and it had gone so smoothly (no one died), that Feyre proposed they have a dinner in the newly-mated couple’s honor. And so in place of the typical haughty demeanor Eris stressed in front of other Court’s members, Eris attempted to appear more relaxed. It was not all too difficult to pretend considering there really shouldn’t be any problems, they’re there to support the new pair and Eris was confident that the group of grown fae could conduct themselves accordingly.

If everything went as planned, and everyone survived, there was a chance Eris could flirt Azriel back into his bed. It had been months since they’d gotten the chance to see each other, let alone spend the night together. Eris was not above admitting he was a bit desperate for the Shadowsinger. He’d taken on lovers in between their opportunistic trysts, but no one compared—or no dick compared, Eris supposed. 

He approached the marble monstrosity that the Vanserra-Archeron couple called their home and raised his fist to knock, before he could make contact the door swung inward and Elain welcomed him inside with a warm smile. 

Elain looked lovely wearing a rose colored sleeveless dress that framed her curves and a golden circlet in her light brown wavy hair. Her round brown eyes were lined with kohl, but that was all the makeup she wore. His brother really did have a beautiful mate; her voice was warm and her eyes were inviting when she herded him inside and gathered him into a small hug. They’d grown to be good friends, Eris and Elain; they bonded over poetry and nature, and she and Lucien loved to come and play with the hounds.

“Come in, come in. Lucien’s right this way,” she said with a friendly smile. 

They walked arm in arm through the expansive white entrance and hallways, the grand chandeliers that seemed to be threatening the downfall of diamonds. Eris found their style to be a bit garish, at the very least the greenery and large windows overlooking their vast fields of flowers surrounding, gave the manor life. 

“How have you been, dear sister?”

“I’ve been very well. The gardens are flourishing, especially the petunias. And yourself, High Lord?”

Eris had given up on attempting to ask Elain to drop the titles. They were family; bus she insisted. 

“No complaints. Are you excited for tonight?” Are we here for you and Lucien or fortifying Court relations? It wasn’t not that Eris particularly minded a dinner among allies, but he’d prefer a family dinner. A real one. He was hoping tonight wouldn’t feel staged. 

Elain, with her soft but strong tone, assured him, “I’m looking forward to having everyone here, and it’s touching to be so celebrated by family.”

He responded with a simple approving hum. Now he was really hoping to enjoy a relaxing evening with friends and family. Although he found Helion and the Night Court to be a bit obnoxious, exposure therapy seemed to have increased his tolerance to their presence.  

They made a right turn toward a large lounge area decked with white leather couches scattered beneath the high stained glass ceiling, which cast a warm hue over the room. Tall gold vases containing large-leafed plants surrounded the perimeter and in his peripheral vision he could see the dining area, with extravagant place settings waiting for their diners. 

Already seated among the various couches and chairs were his brother, mother and the High Lord of Day. Thankfully, Helion was the only one wearing a toga. Lucien had worn  one to his mating ceremony and Eris nearly had an aneurysm. It wasn't that he disapproved of Lucien embracing his heritage, but those glorified bedsheets were just not Eris’s style. In the slightest. 

His brother was wearing a cream colored blouse and fitted peach trousers that matched Elain’s dress, and he was adorned by an amount of jewelry that rivaled Eris’s. Perhaps his brother could finally introduce some proper fashion taste to this damn court. 

His mother wore a long, flowing, emerald gown, the cowled neckline showed off her freckled skin and defined collarbones. She rose from beside Helion to meet Eris as he entered the spacious area and embraced him. Elain left his side to join Lucien on the loveseat he was occupying. 

Aurora always smelled of honey and apples, the scent was almost as comforting as her gentle voice as she welcomed him. Eris made his way towards a very comfortable looking armchair that was conveniently located near a bar cart. They better have not finished that bourbon I brought the last time I was here, he thought. 

Eris leaned down to kiss his brother on the cheek and received one of his own as he traveled towards the booze. Lucien smelled of Elain. That tracked, he was constantly holding or touching her. It was nauseatingly sweet how attached they were towards each other. 

“How are you, brother?” 

“I’ve been well, and yourself? How’s the mated and married life?” The chair was even more comfortable than it looked. And they did have the good shit. The outlook for the night was only getting better.

Lucien gave Elain a disgustingly adoring look, “It’s been truly amazing. Perfect. Thank you for coming, Eris. I know how busy you’ve been.”

Busy was a fucking understatement, he’d been swamped with reestablishing intercourt connections with Winter and aiding Tamlin with his recuperation efforts. He’d had a consistent migraine from dealing with fixing his Father’s excuse of an economic system that his best healers couldn’t rid him of. But this was Lucien.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, especially considering you’d never let me live it down.” Eris responded sincerely. 

He nodded towards Helion, “And how are you Helion?” So far, so civil.

“Doing great, the weather’s been wonderful and I spend most of my time reading or with your Mother. How’s Autumn doing? I know you experienced some trouble from those fools loyal to your Father.” The bourbon was just as smooth as he remembered. 

It had taken  some time for the elders to come around after such a bloody ascension. A High Lord, Lady and four heirs diminished to solely Eris in just a few days. He’d asked his mother to move to Day with Helion; they both knew it’s where she wanted to be. He missed her frequently, but she visited every few weeks, appearing happier and healthier every time. He disliked Helion for his inactivity regarding Aurora, as well as his publicly known debaucherous lifestyle, but Eris couldn’t deny the positive effects he had on her. All three of Beron’s other sons fought Eris to their needless deaths. He mourned them for a small period, but they were all clones of Beron and wouldn’t have places within Eris’s Autumn anyway. 

“The transitions went nicely, the older fae started to come around because of the new tradings.”

His mother added, “The court is already more cohesive since Beron died.” She flashed him a prideful smile that warmed his heart. 

Or perhaps it was the alcohol that was warming his already abnormally hot body, he didn’t remember it being this fast-acting. 

“That’s good to hear.” 

The conversation resumed, with Elain and Aurora discussing Day court dishes. All the males would occasionally throw in an opinion. So far, so good, if not a little stiff.

Two knocks at the door signified the arrival of Night. Eris was really hoping no one could hear how his heart sped up. It had been far too long since he’d been properly fucked. The last time he got laid was by two females, they had been gorgeous but they just didn’t have the same all-consuming effect on him that Az always did. Perhaps if these dinners became more common, so would their trysts.

Elain went to answer the door with a bright smile on her face. 

Azriel, donning those drool-worthy fighting leathers that were wholly out of place for the event, sat directly across from Eris on a low backed chaise and dipped his head in acknowledgment. 

“Shadowsinger.”

“High Lord.” Azriel seemed off, slightly more extroverted than normal. Not that he minded, he always preferred when Az initiated conversations in public rather than pulling him aside after whatever convenient occasion concluded.

Eris made sure he was less than subtle while checking out his muscled body head to toe. Especially those ridiculous biceps on display. His wings looked ethereal under the sunlight. Unfortunately, all his shadows were seeking solace from the sun—Eris always thought that they were fascinatingly stunning. 

“It’s been too long, Azriel. How are you?” Eris wanted to see precisely how outgoing the Shadowsinger was feeling, beyond the intense eye contact he was getting now. His eyes looked golden more than hazel.

“No complaints. Drinking already?” Azriel asked. 

“It’s five o’clock, judgy.” Azriel huffed in amusement, he was clearly in a good mood. Playful.

“No judgments, just hoping you’d share.” 

Eris got up from his comfortable chair and headed to the bar cart and poured some of his precious liquor into a glass for Azriel. He walked over to give it to him and sat down on his right. Az gave him a smile that was so cute, he nearly said so aloud. 

The other male raised his drink to Eris, “To tonight.”

Considering the look in Azriel’s eye, that referred to more than dinner. Eris was definitely going to be enjoying this impromptu event. Thank the Mother for Feyre.

“Mm, and what’s tonight, Azriel?” Eris knew what it did to the other male when he spoke in that low and slow tone. Shamelessly rolling his ‘r’s and leering at the pretty bat.

“I’ve got some ideas.” Eris was probably smiling like a giddy child because Azriel merely rolled his eyes in amusement and sipped his drink.

Before Eris had a chance to reply, and he really wanted to respond (it wasn’t often Azriel was so open), the Lord of Bloodshed and Lady Death walked by with knowing smirks. 

“Aw, not going to pour me a drink too Eris?” He asked with ridiculous puppy eyes. The male was built like a wall and still pouted. It was quite amusing.

“No, I get special treatment Cass.” Azriel said with a teasing grin. 

“Oh come on! That’s not fair,” Cass pouted at the High Lord, like an overgrown hound. 

“Apologies Cassian, he’s just prettier.” 

The general clutched his chest dramatically. “Oh, how you wound me,” he said as they walked off to presumably find drinks. There was only one male here who Eris planned on serving tonight.

“Hmm, so you think I’m pretty, Eris.” Azriel said from below batted lashes; he was a dork tonight.

“Oh, I think you're the prettiest princess, Spymaster.”

Azriel developed a beautiful rosy blush atop his sculpted cheekbones, “It’s a shame you had to come wearing the whole brutish uniform, this certainly isn’t the place.”

“If you’ve got such a problem with my outfit, High Lord, perhaps you need to make me take it off.” It seemed blushing can be contagious. Like yawning. 

Since everyone had now arrived and said their greetings, Lucien invited everyone to sit at the long table and asked Eris to sit on his right, his mother was across from Eris, Helion at her side. Elain sat on the side opposing Lucien, flanked by her sisters sitting next to their mates. Azriel sat right next to Eris and across Amren. Morrigan was off on business in Vallahan. They’d definitely warmed up to each other but any friendships formed would be strained, so they settled for civility whenever they encountered each other.

Out of the nine other people present, only Lucien and probably Elain knew that Azriel and Eris tended to get intimate during any event. He’d like to say that Lucien figured it out with his brilliant deduction skills inherited by yours truly, but in actuality, he walked in on them fucking after Elain’s birthday party. 

He’d never seen his brother so shocked. Eris had actually laughed while bent over the desk in Azriel’s room at Rhysand’s river house. Even Az chuckled, and he had kept going the entire fifteen seconds Lucien was frozen in shock. A very unbecoming moan came out of Eris and Lucien slammed the door shut and couldn’t face his older brother without looking uncomfortable for weeks. It was fucking hilarious. 

They all started eating and making small talk. It was a comfortable, chatty atmosphere. Nesta would tell a funny story from Elain’s childhood, and Eris would throw in a mortifying tale of Lucien’s.

“Oh, Eris?”

“Yes Elain?”

“You mentioned at the mating ceremony that you’d tell me what Lucien named some of your smokehounds.”

Oh fuck yes, he’d been waiting for this.

Lucien looked terrified, Eris WAS giddy.

“Of course, well I have a dozen hounds, Lucien named four of the-”

“Eris, y’know I’m really not sure this is necessar-”

“No, I’d really like to know,” Elain piped up. His mother looked extremely uncivil at the moment. 

This night could not be going any better, Azriel was on his right, his shadows had started curling around his ankle, slowly working their way upwards. Kind of distracting.

“Well, little Lu decided my fifth hound’s name would be Broccoli.” Eris was definitely being an asshole but he’d do whatever it took to hear that chuckle he heard from Azriel again. He was now immensely grateful that Lucien was a very adorable kid.

Larger Lu groaned, “Eriss,” and kicked his shin (worth it). He hadn’t heard his mom giggle in a terribly long time. The rest of the table was listening and laughing along, but Eris was focused on the people around him. 

“My seventh pup was named Turtle-”

“Turtle?” Elain looked at Lucien like he was insane. This was amazing. Amren cackled.

“In my defense, it was either Turtle the Hound or a tortoise I found while Eris and I were in the forest and Beron would never have allowed that. So yes, his name is Turtle and he’s a very good boy. And furthermore, any terrible name beyond Broccoli and Turtle is entirely his fault for letting me name them,” Lucien testified to Elain. 

She just smiled sweetly at him, then turned to Eris and asked him what the last three he named were called. His mother’s amusement was clear, as was Lucien’s frustration which was extremely satisfying.

Eris lifted his glass, “Bourbon, Mango and Theodore.” He took a sip. 

Even Lucien was laughing at that point, the wait paid off, he refused to tell Elain without her mate present. 

He looked over to Azriel just in time to the tail end of what was now his favorite sound. His laugh was deep and smooth and Eris shivered. The shadows grew bolder.

Feyre happened to be the first one to stop laughing at the scarlet Lucien who was trying to break Eris’s shin and disappear in Elain’s neck. The High Lady looked at his brother incredulously.

“Who’s Theodore?” Rhysand chuckled from the seat beside him.

Once Lucien reappeared from the depths of his mate’s hair, still blushing but far more composed, he glared at Eris. Eris laughed, then turned to Feyre, and said, “I didn’t personally know any Theodores actually, I just liked the name and at that point I had heard my fair share of teasing so I wanted to choose a good name.”

“Wait, do you think that’s a good name for a dog?” Cassian asked.

Eris never considered that. He’s appalled, “Holy shit you do-” 

“I mean it’s better than Mango and Broccoli-”

“Brother, that is not a high bar.” 

Everyone laughed a bit more. Then they all drank some more. Eris was right about tonight going well, he loved being right. Lucien seemed enthralled enough with his mate that Eris figured he could risk trying to feel up Azriel a bit, the dinner was nearly over— under the table groping could be romantic, right?

He felt the need to test the waters first so he ran the tip of his boot on the underside of Azriel’s calf. He only needed to do it a few times before a scarred hand gently laid above his knee, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the outside of his leg. Eris lowered his foot and spread his thighs just enough to touch the side of Azriel’s. The other male simply trailed his hand up further and settled on grabbing the inside of the High Lord’s leg. 

As the conversation carried on, varying from Varian’s wellbeing to Helion’s pegasi, all Eris could focus on was the weight of Azriel’s hand, and it was driving him crazy in the best way possible. He needed Azriel’s perfect cock A-S-A-fucking-P. 

Thankfully all the main course magically cleared and in came trays of fruits, little cakes and cookies. Eris poured himself and Azriel another glass. He felt Azriel’s thumb petting the inside of his thigh. He was not going to survive dessert. 

Lucien nudged Eris’s foot and upon gaining his attention, the smug fucker sent him a grin that would pair nicely with a broken jaw. It appeared their romanticism had not gone unnoticed. He must’ve given brother dearest a look because their mother let out a soft huff. He met his Mother’s amused eyes with a raised brow.

“Oh sorry dear, I just imagined a Spymaster to be more discreet when feeling up a High Lord at a dinner table.” 

Eris felt all the molten heat instilled within him surface at his mother’s blatant audacity and color his freckled cheeks. Just as he was about to be granted a reprieve from the building need, he heard that deep chuckle to his left and he was reminded of his urgency. Of the last time Azriel gave him what he wanted. What he needed. He felt the flush reach his neck.

“Well, my mission is no secret tonight, my Lady.”

Oh. 

Oh.

Was he being fucked with? Or did he really get sloshed enough to imagine his lover joking about their mutually minded rendezvous scheduled for later in the night, to his Mother? 

Because this could not be happening. He could not possibly look as beat red as he felt. If he did, well, that would be pitiful. And Eris Vanserra was not some pathetic lovesick fool, quick to scarlet over some blatant flirts. 

Helion chuckled in that uniquely rich tone of his, and looked to Aurora with the same eyes as his own, “I told you my dearest.” She radiated a soft laugh and took a long sip of her Rosé and returned the same sweet gaze as her mate’s. 

He caught the glint of gold on the mark Rhysand tosses to Feyre, with a smirk on his arrogant face that would pair with a split lip like Chardonnay to salmon.

Eris decided to redirect his focus to the selection of small confectioneries spread before them, attempting to do anything but lose himself in the dizzying feeling of Azriel having practically announced they’re going to be spending the night together. 

But, combined with the finger practically petting his thigh, Eris would be utterly lying to himself if he were to say he was anything but stranded within his infatuations with Azriel. He needed this male now. He needed all of him. 

Eris saw Cass give Az thumbs up out of the corner of his eye, he heard more than witnessed Nesta swat her mate for his lack of subtlety. The thwack of her hand silver bangles against Cassian’s leather clad chest and the sound of a large bear being winded. 

Lucien’s voice was smiling as he concluded their meal. “Well, as flattering and entertaining as this dinner party has been, I feel we should extend our joy to another evening,” Oh thank the Mother above- Eris had been three seconds from climbing into Azriel’s lap. He needed more. 

“Absolutely, this was lovely. We look forward to the next gathering.” Feyre looked proud her endeavor proved to be more than a pipe dream. Rhysand looked proud to be Feyre’s mate. As irritating as those two can be- they seem to be a handsome couple. 

“Perhaps everyone would be available for Nyx’s birthday?” Rhys freely addressed the rising table.

“I don’t see why not. Send out the invitations.” Aurora said to Feyre with her beaming smile. Well,  another opportunity on the horizon. 

Azriel finished his beverage before shifting his weight to his feet, standing up and extending a hand to Eris who accepted with a raised eyebrow and small smile. 

As soon as their hands made contact, cool shadows enveloped the pair and Azriel transported them back to the suite at the Moonstone Palace, where they had seen each other the most. Where Az would help Eris heal from Beron. Where Eris would help ease the tarnishing aura of the Court of Nightmares. 

He felt the cool marble to his back, he felt like he was overheating. Every part of him was burning with want. No, this was not just desire. He needed Azriel, any part of him. Every part of him. His beloved had the eyes of forests, of his home. On lonely nights, in his own forests, his rightful surroundings that have many times been his solace during chaotic times, he’d find himself homesick over the greenery within this male’s eyes. 

Azriel smelled of the outdoors too. Especially when the presence of his arousal is practically edible, he imagined the scent of dewy musky mist and cedar will taste of salvation. 

Before Eris could register more than that frigid contrast of the wall behind him, Azriel was crowding him, large wings expanded, blocking out much of their surroundings even the pigments of the Night sky pouring in through the windows he already knew took up the majority of the wall across them. 

Soft lips and a demanding tongue took control of his mouth, from the way Azriel was consuming him, he would assume the male hadn’t eaten for centuries. He was a male starved.

But he was not the only one.

And so when a strong hand claimed his hips tightly enough to remind him the joys of life for days, he reached up with one of his own hands to the back of Azriel’s nape and buried his fingers within silky ebony to tilt his neck down, miraculously further deepening their kiss. He’d craved this. He prayed for this. He was hungry for this, for him. 

He grinded his hips filthily forwards and reciprocated the delicious groan he earned when Azriel mimicked the action. Eris pulled slightly back, cementing his head to the marble, and gave himself enough room to say, 

“I need to taste you, need you. Now, in my mouth.” He shimmy down, effectively pressing his stomach into Azriel’s apparent and insistent cock. Azriel moaned shamelessly at the friction, and it was the sexiest sound he’d heard in far too long.

“Mn, fuck baby, go ahead.” Azriel’s voice was low and gravelly. He loosened the hands that had been encasing Eris, allowing him to sink to his knees, where he'd been wanting to be since Feyre sent the damn invitation. Or maybe even since the last time he had kneeled before this glorious warrior. The feeling would never age, looking skyward and witnessing one of Prythian’s most powerful males turn into a moaning mess whenever Eris pulled off a particularly impressive maneuver. 

Eris always loved the sensation of sucking dick, the velvety slick skin pounding its weight onto his tongue and as far down Eris’s throat as possible. On occasion, impossibly far. Tonight seemed to be a night for pushing limits. 

As Eris settled on his knees in between the wall and the looming mass that was his desire, he couldn’t help but feel his lips twitch into a grin, he was shamelessly eager. Thick fingers laced themselves in his hair, he let his own begin working on the laces, nimbly working through the fastenings. He let his right hand trace up the visible skin, trailing up his carved hands, resting in the midst of what felt like a ten pack of abs, fingers itching to tease Azriel’s nipples. The right grabbed hold of the base of Azriel’s heavy cock and as he parted his smiling, kiss-bitten lips to wrap around the object of desires, he couldn’t help but wish he did this far more frequently.

The first taste felt like a goblet of cold spring water after a lengthy therapeutic training session, refreshing and so very necessary. Azriel rewarded him with a rumbling groan and jerked his hips into Eris’s mouth, roughly feeding a third of his long dick into the unnatural heat that accepted it  sinfully. 

“Oh Cauldr- Eris..” Azriel husked, he sounded just as desperate as Eris felt. 

“Eyes up, Autumn. Want- need to see.” How could Eris deny the male who was fucking into his’ mouth just as harshly as he was bobbing his head against Az’s hips to the best of his ability, which was heavily impeded by the solid wall to his behind.  

Fuck. His own pants were straining. Azriel’s voice always affected Eris, but the low, gravelly bravado tone of his words made it feel glorious when he removed the hand he used to take Az’s cock into his mouth to palm at his own dick for some relief. 

He set his eyes to Azriel’s face and groaned around the cock thrusting in and out of his salivating mouth, he could feel spit spill down his chin and his jaw ached; but the view of his blissed out partner under the moonlight falling apart from Eris’s mouth and the music he could never forget orchestrating as he took the cock as deep into his throat as he could. 

He was no quitter, and Azriel was no saint. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, the messy slurping sounds of Eris’s wet mouth were nothing short of whorish. For Azriel, Eris could be a whore. He would be. He was. 

He realized with a deep thrumming moan that he was Azriel’s whore. He’d never felt so needy for dick, but Azriel was different, he always had been. He could feel the muscles under abs tightening, he could hear the quickening of groans and he knew he was going to get what he was really after when Azriel began reverently moaning his name. No one could say Eris’s name like Azriel.

Eris swallowed around the cock in his mouth, he pulled back as far as he could to tongue at the tip, stealing a scrumptious direct preview and attempting to coax Azriel to finish as quickly as he could. He was getting desperate. He dipped a hand beneath the waistband of his trousers and rolled his hips forward, grinding into his cupped hand. 

“Fuck Eris, you feel so fucking good. Always suck my cock so well, baby.”

He came in his dishevelled pants with a moan that was the epitome of slutty. He hadn’t felt this light in ages. 

Eris lifted his decorated hand from his own mess and rolled Azriel’s balls in his sticky hand, not very gently, and it was either that or perhaps it was the sharp sting of one of Eris’s nails across his nipple that led to Azriel groaning, moaning, coming and filling his mouth, deliciously so. Az always tasted slightly tangy and he always gave Eris a mouthful of cum, he felt spoiled. 

Azriel was panting heavily, leaning his forehead against the wall. He looked wrecked. Eris felt a bit smug, despite knowing he looked just as destroyed. Az moved a hand from copper locks to wrap around a long pale freckled throat, squeezing and hauling Eris up. Eris went eagerly into the deep kiss that felt just as sloppy as the blowjob. 

Azriel’s hands moved down to knead his ass, pressing their still half hard dicks together, creating the feeling he knows he’ll be craving for months. His own hands began working on undoing Azriel’s leather vest, confined by far too many buckles, revealing glistening bronze skin decorated by dark and wavy inked tracks that Eris was intimately aware flowed all over his perfectly toned physique. It felt like unwrapping a present. He felt like returning the favor. 

Although his every instinct was disagreeing, Eris pulled back slightly to murmur against eager lips,

“Missed the way you taste, Az”

Azriel groaned and reclaimed his lips with bruising force, “Fuck you can’t keep saying shit when you’re not open for me, Eris. You don’t know what you do to me, sweetheart.”

“Maybe not, but I know many things I want to be doing to you, my Star.”

“Eris” Azriel truly is just the prettiest male when he whines. 

“What is it you want Azriel,” Eris purred and then kissed him sweetly, he finally freed all of the stunning tan expanse that was Azriel’s upper half. 

He was gorgeous. His pants were already gone, he must have kicked them off while Eris was preoccupied. The Shadowsinger was completely bare before him and Eris couldn’t help but want to fall back to his knees. 

“Fuck you”

“Hm. Eloquent.”

“Oh c’mon- I need to fuck you Eris.”

“Well what are you waiting for, do you need directions on how to fuck me Azriel. Have you forgotten?”

“Never, I could never forget taking you baby. Nothing like it.” Azriel ripped open his shirt, yanked down his pants and gathered up the naked High Lord with a hand under each opalescent thigh. 

Azriel walked them over to the bed in long, sure strides. Both of them were focusing on keeping their lips attached, the kiss only broken when movement required so, those breaks in between kisses were beautiful glimpses at a hungry Azriel. 

Just as Eris began to move to kiss Azriel’s stubbled jaw, he was thrown abruptly. The cushy landing did little to soothe his annoyance. He was fucking naked and he was thrown across the room like he weighed no more than a pillow. 

And he did not squeal. He did NOT SQUEAL. 

Eris was sure his face matched his hair at the moment, “Az- Azriel, I am not some sack of potatoes, what the flying fuck was that.” Fuck he sounded whiny. But why must the bat display no manners? 

“Oh I know you’re no sack of potatoes, sweetheart. No, Eris, you are the most gorgeous male I’ve ever seen. Fuck Autumn, look at you.” Azriel was leering at him in a reverent, predatory manner. Azriel’s gaze was always intoxicating but this was getting overwhelming,  Eris was sure he resembled a tomato. A very needy tomato.

Fuck he needed. Azriel was only a few steps away from the foot of the bed but Eris felt that was much too far. 

“Come get a closer look,” he scooted up the bed and spread his legs, he reached up and released the hair tie that had already loosened significantly from Azriel’s previously insistent fingers; He ran fingers through his hair, flexing his triceps, he pulled his knees close to his chest and spread his legs invitingly, sinfully. 

He could hear the wind ripping against enormous wings as Azriel practically shot across the room, two perfectly marred hands painfully grasped his milky thighs, spreading him even further, he leaned down and and erupted Eris’s spine as he pressed the flat of his tongue to Eris’s exposed hole and began feasting. 

Eris’s back arched when Azriel sunk the first finger inside, he moved his face to paint hickeys and love bites over Eris’ hips and thighs, he neglected the weeping cock that rested just underneath Eris’s navel.  

“Mm, Az I need more,” he was writhing against Azriel’s finger, he felt so undone from just one finger, but Azriel knew his body like no other. He knew just where to twist and turn to have Eris meeting and white-knuckling the sheets. He can not come before Azriel’s inside him. 

“Whatever you desire, you’ll have Eris.”

“Oh Mother above, I just want you to split me open on your fat fucking cock until I can’t thi-”

Azriel moved up to three fingers, Eris wailed in pleasure, the stretch was painful but he felt so full. He was given no time to adjust, Azriel’s saliva coated fingers were thrusting in and out at a mind-numbing pace. Eris was rolling his hips towards those miraculous fingers. 

“Is that good, baby? Fucking you good?”

“Fucking perfect Az, so good for me” 

“You look so pretty like this sweetheart.”

“Azriel, please”

“Please what, use your words.” Azriel was smirking wickedly at the thrashing male, he was very clearly hard again but just taking his sweet fucking time with his fingers. Don’t get him wrong, Eris lov- really likes Az’s fingers, more so than most dicks, but he was open, ready, waiting and so very fucking hard he could feel the pre-come tacky on his lower stomach. 

“Az, do I need to find someone who can give me more than fingers? I want your cock already.”

The strong hands on his thighs moved to his waist and Eris was grabbed, flipped and manhandled to straddle Azriel’s lap. 

And he did not squeal. 

His hands quickly found muscles shoulders to dig his fingernails into as his hips were lowered onto Azriel’s granite cock-

“Don’t need more lube, right baby? Want me so bad?” He was definitely prepared but taking Az was no joke.

At his hesitation, Azriel spit down onto his own cock, gripped its base and lined the head up with Eris’s malleable hole. 

Eris attempted to brace himself for what he knew would be a painful stretch, but there was no amount of mental awareness that could have lessened the shockwave to his nervous system when he tilted his hips down as Azriel filthily grinded upwards and only stopped inching Eris down when he bottomed out. Eris was shaking, his head was swimming, there were no thoughts, only Azriel’s dick and what used to be a properly ordered set of organs. 

Azriel’s wrapped his strong arms around Eris’s waist, holding him still as he planted his feet on the bed and lifted Eris’s halfway up his cock just to slam him down again- hard and fast. Eris didn’t have to do anything but hold on for the ride. Even if he wanted to do something, he was too busy holding onto Azriel’s shoulders for dear life as he was reduced to jelly. 

“Azriel! Fuck yes, right there, just like that, harder, so good, Az- so good- fuck-”

He felt the base of his dick strain and when he looked down he saw one of the familiar black wisps grip him tight enough to remove him from the precipice he hadn’t realized he had been delivered so closely too. 

He let out an undignified whine, “Azz! I don’t want games- please- want to come-”

“Oh, you wanna come, Eris?’

“Yes! Yes, please, please move your shadow and keep fucking me just like this- I can feel you so deep, want your come-”

The shadow moved- Azriel was always too giving to tease him for long. Eris knew that his lover just appreciated hearing him beg. 

“You look so good like this Eris. Come for me. Now.” Every thrust was rough and well aimed, and so Eris didn’t need to be told twice. He came screaming as much of Azriel’s name as he could manage before turning boneless in Azriel’s arms. He could feel the far away warming feeling of his insides and the blankets being moved around them as Azriel repositioned them to be lying down- Eris’s face resting in the crook of Azriel’s neck. Mindless patterns were carefully soothing his back. He felt himself drift to sleep, cradled in the arms of his solace. 

[yoursweetheartsrevenge]

Anything You Can Do

Summary: During quiz bowl Nationals in New York City, an American competitor proves to be rather bothersome as she boasts how she is better than Michael at all the subjects he holds dear. Tensions rise as their game turns from intellectual to something more sensual. 

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Warnings: smut, MINORS DNI, 18+ 

Word Count: 7.4K+

Author’s Note: Sometimes you interpret a character to be a complete ass. This is one of those times. This was so incredibly fun to write! Thank you to everyone who was patiently waiting for this story. I hope it does not disappoint.

Anything You Can Do

Despise - feel contempt or a deep repugnance for.

That was the word he felt for the girl across the room. 

She wasn’t the only girl at their rival quiz bowl’s table. The students of MIT were dressed in their school colors, red, black, and steel grey. They were in stylish cardigans, in thick rimmed glasses, and neat pressed button ups. He could see each of the four’s little ticks from here. All night he was making a mental note of which students excelled in which topics. 

She was the mystery. 

Her answers were to a variety of different subjects. 

History. 

Environmental science. 

Algebra. 

Astro physics. 

The list could have gone on, but he was too busy noting her dangerous little grin every time her team achieved a point. She made sure to high five each of her team mates before giving a soft sorrowful apologetic smile toward the Oxford team. 

That alone could make his blood boil. 

What really irritated Michael Gavey the most was how she looked. 

She was in a red sweater vest that fit her too tightly. It was nearly form fitting. There should have been rules somewhere for attire requirements for these sorts of things. How was he meant to concentrate when he could see the subtle curve of her firm breasts beneath all that thick fabric? Her makeup was painted on just how he liked. The lashes were thick with mascara with a hint of smokey eye shadow. It made her pretty eyes pop even more. 

She wasn’t wearing glasses. 

Contacts he suspected as she kept touching the sides of her nose which could have little indents. Her lips were no help either. They were the kind of red that wasn’t subtle. Nearly blood red with a hint of darkness there. 

If the devil were a person to Michael Gavey it would be the jack of all trades student sitting smugly at the rival table across from them. 

It was all these reasons why he despised her. 

“It appears we have a tie.”

Right, the actual competition. 

He had not flown all the way to New York City for this competition to ogle some mediocre looking girl with no clear expertise. 

He had a quiz bowl to win. 

Whoever won this would go up against the students from Beijing, notably a school that had not lost their title since 1998. 

“Our final question’s category is . . .” The mediator announced. The projector screen in the middle showcased the bright words before the man could announce the subject himself. “Maths, but more specifically Number Theory.” 

A mumbling occurred in the crowd. A very decent size crowd Michael Gavey was often observing. He did not get stage fright, but one of his fellow quiz bowl teammates did. He had to shake their resident science nerd for answers at times as he would just stare into the crowd. Michael Gavey was embarrassed by how many times he had to shake some sense into Jameson tonight. 

He eyed the other team to see their reaction. He couldn’t read them. The dark haired boy with the thickest glasses Michael had ever seen and shoulders that were incredibly wide nodded soundly thumb and forefinger to chin. A classic pose he supposed. The floppy haired blonde young man with a smattering of acme pushed himself forward. The other girl on the team with hair in twin buns and cats eye glasses folded her hands respectfully on the table. 

The dark lipped beauty gave a look to her team, a nod. 

She was oozing a confidence Michael recognized. 

“Whoever gets this point will win and move onto the final round of this competition.” The host was certainly taking his time in the spotlight too seriously. Michael just wished he would read the question. “Good luck to both teams.” With a firm nod, the screen changed. “Solve the equation.” 

Michael gripped his pencil staring at the screen writing said equation down as it burned into his mind. The numbers ran through his hand soundly. He could barely hear his team discussing the formula without him. 

“Michael? Input?” Hector Sanchez asked firmly. 

Fuck. He was being a real arse tonight. 

Michael talked out the process of solving the equation. He stumbled in his explanation, only for a moment. In truth Michael Gavey hadn’t solved it right away. He could easily recite his time tables or exhibit feats of long division. Give him numbers and he could solve it. 

Formulas and equations took him a bit longer. 

It was all hands on deck with this equation. 

He hated it. 

Michael Gavey hated relying on people to achieve success. Or his goal. He desperately wanted that National Quiz Bowl trophy. Third Place metals would NOT cut it. He needed the gold. 

It was that thought that spurned him on finding the right solution. 

The buzzer went off. 

“MIT.” 

No. 

She said the answer. 

Not the answer he had found. Her response was a decimal place different then his, but he immediately knew her answer was the right one. 

HE had been the one who was off. 

“That is . . .” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. They had lost. “Correct! MIT wins!” 

Applause rang out through the room. Americans could be so loud. His teeth held together. Even if he had hit the buzzer before her he would have been . . .

Michael couldn’t even think it. 

Instead he pushed his silver rimmed glasses up his nose. He looked at the four across from them. They were high fiving all smiles. She was giving a gorgeous grin full of perfect teeth. He could see she was standing. She had on a pair of black slacks that were just as form fitting. 

“Should be illegal.” Jameson mumbled. 

Of course he would be noticing the same thing. He was incredibly intelligent, but like all men of their age he too was prone to a nice ass in a tight fitting pair of trousers. 

“Least we can see the city tomorrow. Don’t have to wait up studying -” Hector had started, but Michael cut him off. 

“The point was to compete and now tomorrow is a pointless day.” Their flight back home was in two days. Michael certainly didn’t feel like mulling around a city he didn’t know when he could have been studying for a gold trophy and cash prize. 

“I still want to see the city.” Jameson put in. 

“Yeah, maybe we can meet up with some girls.” Nico added hopefully. “American girls love an accent.” Michael didn’t have the heart to tell the lad that his accent fell very short of sexual. 

He stood grabbing at the pitcher of water. He filled his empty glass up before drinking. He could not help, but watch her as she hugged each of her team mates. Michael watched as she talked softly to them. Their eyes kept peering over at his team. Finally she made eye contact with him. 

The slow sweet smile in the midst of their eye contact was dangerous. 

She was walking over to them. 

She was walking over to him. 

“Gavey, right?” She barely pronounced his name correctly. It was as if there were marbles in her mouth. He gave a firm nod. “Listen, we were wondering if you guys wanted to head to a local diner for dinner. They’re open 24/7 and have all the American delicacies. What do you say?” Her palms were pressed against the table. 

What did he say? 

“No thanks.” He mumbled putting his water down. 

“Why not? Not like you have to head back and study.” That grin. That grin he ABSOLUTELY despised. “Come on, loosen up, have some fun. At least feed your stomach.” She tapped his belly from across the table. He should have stepped away from her unsolicited touch. Instead he found comfort in her little wriggling fingers trying to get a rise out of him. 

“We’d be delighted!” Hector decided to say putting an arm around Michael’s shoulder. “Maybe you can suggest some sights for tomorrow before the competition.” 

“Oh are you going to watch us win tomorrow?” Michael could feel his teeth grinding at her words. 

Cocky cunt. 

“Got nothin’ else to do.” Hector shrugged. 

“Excellent. We’ll grab some cabs and head there. Hope you come, Gavey.” She handed Hector the address of the diner before giving Michael a little wink before joining her team. 

“I guess I’ll head back-” Michael started to say gathering his things. 

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Hector grabbed his wrist to stop Michael from snatching up his messenger bag. “You are going to make us look disrespectful.” 

“Who gives a shit?” He shrugged pulling his hand away. 

“You want to prove her right then?” 

“What does that mean?” Confusion hit Michael Gavey’s face with a hint of intrigue. 

“She just said she hopes you come, meaning she is sure you probably won’t.” Michael blinked unsure of what Hector was saying. “She doesn’t think you’ll go out with us. You want to prove her right?” 

“No.” It came out too quickly. 

“Okay, you better like burgers or whatever else diners here have.” 

He did like burgers. Michael Gavey just despised the company in toe. 

***

The chatter should not have been this loud this late into the evening. 

He could hear the clinging of plates as the four of them fumbled into the brightly lit diner. He wasn’t sure if the fluorescent hum of lights was the cause of the blaring lights or the sheer spotless white of the tiles beneath their feet. All four boys shifted nervously before an arm shot up. A hand waved amongst the bustling tables. 

“Oxford!” The way she announced it almost sounded taunting. “Over here!” 

They shuffled themselves over to the booth before realizing they would be too crammed to be in one. Michael offered to sit alone at a table in the middle of the floor. It was round with one chair, perfect for him since he did not want to be there. 

“No, uh uhh” She shook her head making a noise he did not recognize. “You aren’t sitting by yourself!” Her fingernails were tipped with swirls of little hearts. He hated how he wanted to compliment her. 

She smacked her converse shoes against the cushioned red seat across from her. 

“You know it is unsanitary to put your foot on furniture.” He said as he squeezed in. 

“Aww, boo hoo. Wha are ya my mother?” Her accent stung the air sharper. She sounded like the cab driver and many of the other people he heard in the restaurant. Clearly she was from this city rather than the location of her school. “You aren’t from Massachusetts?” 

“Oh look you got a question nobody asked right!” His jaw held tight at those words. Yes, despise was the right emotion he felt toward this young woman. She pulled all her hair to one side letting it cascade beautifully between the curves of her breasts. “Yeah, from around here. Want to guess what borough?” He didn’t, nor did he care. Michael Gavey just shook his head. “You’re no fun.” 

“Why would I care where you are from?” It held no importance to him. 

“Just to make conversation.” She shrugged. 

He could do that in a more intelligent way. 

“What is your major?” He had been trying to decide on that throughout the competition. She could elegantly describe the depths of Shakespeare before correctly answering a question a on the periodic table. 

“Undecided.” He scoffed at her answer. “What? No good for the math genius?” Her smile was both intoxicating and infuriating. That mouth would get her in trouble, though Michael suspected it already had. 

“It’s sloppy.” He shook his head. “Uncontrolled. Don’t you have any direction?” 

“Well, no.” She shrugged again, which he was beginning to find equally infuriating. “Isn’t college for finding out what you are good at?” She pulled at the sugar packets fiddling with the edges. 

Michael only stared at her when the waitress came over to take their orders. 

It was then he realized they were the only ones in the booth. 

What was going on? 

He ordered a water, simple enough. 

She got a cookies and cream milkshake and a side of fries. The young woman was polite with a genuine smile to the waitress. Michael thought that was an admirable quality to her. He hated when individuals were rude to wait staff. 

“You are so boring, Gavey.” She tutted her tongue at him. “Just a water. Come on, you are in like, the greatest city in the world and you get a water? Not even a lemonade.” 

“It is important to stay hydrated.” His look was stern. He watched her roll her eyes. “You really are smug, aren’t you?” He hadn’t meant for it to come out. He knew sometimes he could be blunt. His parents and classmates often warned him about his rude behavior, but once he started he couldn’t stop. “You think you know everything don’t you? Undecided major. You probably are undecided because you only know a little about a lot of things. Can’t even make up your mind. You’ll never truly be good at anything. So unfocused.” He smoothed his fingers along paper napkins removing the creases to ignore the bewilderment on her face he suspected she had. 

However when he looked up she had a smile so wide he found it unsettling. 

“I’m better at most things than you are. Clearly since I answered more questions then you could.” He went to say something, but their drinks arrived. 

Hers looked like a sweet monstrosity fixed with crumbles of Oreos and a whirl of whipped cream. The glass was enormous, nearly blocking Michael from looking at her pretty face. He hated himself for still finding her attractive despite her rudeness. The waitress promised to be back with fries. 

“You ready to order, Gavey?” They weren’t friends. She shouldn’t be calling him that especially after her little declaration. 

“You aren’t better than me.” He said through his teeth. 

She was idly looking at the menu. 

“You think so?” She wondered, letting a little breath out through her lips. 

“I know it.” The confidence oozed from Michael Gavey’s pores. There was no way this little girl was better than him at maths. 

“Then prove it.” Her eyes looked up from under her lashes in what could have been seen as seductive. She placed the cheap plastic menu down on the table before leaning forward to suck her milkshake’s thick plastic straw. A smear of dark red ran around the rim of said straw. 

Michael wouldn’t let her see how he might have adjusted himself at the gesture. 

The waitress settled the fries between them. 

She asked for their orders. 

He had been so distracted he forgot to truly look at the menu. He supposed he’d have a burger, medium, with all the fixings. He always trusted the chefs to know what they were doing when it came to items on the product. She stated she was okay with fries for now, but asked for ranch dressing. 

Absolutely disgusting. 

She twisted open the white distorted lid of the ketchup bottle. 

She asked him a sum. 

Michael Gavey happily answered. 

Her eyes only fluttered at his response. He shot a question her way, one about the atomic weight of silver. She answered without a stutter. She tipped the bottle of ketchup over asking him a times table that was clearly meant to trick him. It didn’t. He asked her an equally tricky division problem. She answered letting the ketchup blot across her fries in little pools. 

“You don’t dip them?” He wondered why he asked that. It wasn’t a part of their game. She peered up at him tipping the bottle right side up. Her little fingers fumbled with the lid. He saw her swallow. 

The simple gesture made him squirm. 

“I like an even layer. It makes life easier.” She picked a fry up, greasy and soggy, heavy with red ketchup. The whole fry went into her mouth. She sucked under her fingernail. “Does licking my fingers disgust you too?” She chewed on the edge of her nail. 

“No.” He said softly. 

He wouldn’t admit it made him feel a different sort of way, seeing her finger disappear into her mouth, wishing it were something else disappearing into her mouth. 

She asked him another sum. 

He answered. 

It went on like this for a while. There were only a few moments when she was tripped up slightly. Not nearly enough to his liking. She always answered correctly, no matter the subject. She kept on him about sums mostly, but would throw in a science or phyiscs question occasionally. They made him think more. He always came through with the answer. 

“You aren’t better.” He declared after a rather large sum she had asked him. He had answered much quicker than she thought. He could tell by her wide eyes. 

“Well, yes, obviously. I’ve only been giving you math related questions. If I threw in a philosophy question or one on art history you would be a stuttering mess. And I would have proven myself correct.” The smugness was very irritating to Michael Gavey. 

“Art History is pointless.” His eyes rolled. He decided it was time to steal one of her perfect fries. 

She didn’t appear to mind. 

Was she watching his mouth? 

Hmmmm . . . interesting. 

“It is not, pointless.” She mocked his accent at the last word. Fuck. She even pronounced that with flare and ease. “No subject is pointless. Every skill has its place.” 

“There is maths in everything. It is the most important subject and skill to have in life.” It was how he felt about it. He deemed it important to what he desired so he studied it. Very simple. 

“But do you enjoy maths? Or do you just do it because you are good at it?” There was the sound of her sucking air through her straw. Her milkshake had seemed to disappear as they spoke, quizzed each other. 

He had no answer because she was right. 

Michael Gavey was a genius. 

He was a genius at something he did not enjoy. 

“Why would I not enjoy something I am good at?” It wasn’t a rhetorical question. He may have genuinely been asking himself. 

“Well,” She leaned back. “If you are looking for a serious answer I would say it is because you get endorphins from being correct, being praised for a job well done.” Again with her mocking perfect British accent. Why did it sound so sensual? “But there are other ways to gain endorphins.” Her brows raised. 

He dared to respond. 

“I am certainly better at that than you.” 

His burger arrived. A toothpick was stuck inside the bun spectacled with sesame seeds keeping the lettuce, tomatoes, and onions speared to the thick beef patty oozing with melted American cheese. On the side was a dish of mayo and slightly burnt fries. He took out the tooth pick and decidedly cut the burger in half noting how perfectly pink the inside was. Her dish of ranch clattered beside her. 

He only ignored her for a moment. He looked up half of his burger in hand to see her shaking her head. 

“You? No way?” She was holding in a laugh. 

“Is that so hard to believe?” He bit into the meat and bread letting a little grease run down the sides of his lips. 

It was really good. 

“No. Guess not, but no way you are better than me.” She purposely put a hard fry between her teeth, biting it in two. 

“I’m not a virgin.” Michael declared after whipping his face and swallowing down his first bite. 

He took a sip of water before mulling over his conquests. Being a genius had its perks back in secondary school. He had been a first year when he fumbled through his first sexual encounter with a girl his age who was a bit shy, but very smart. They had experienced several things together that were quite enjoyable. She had been the one to call things off a few months into their relations as he did not seem to want to commit to a relationship. He wished her well and moved on. 

Michael Gavey was very popular with girls from other schools who wanted a smart man in their bed who was quick to leave in the morning. He had mastered the art of oral pleasure in his time with these sexually adventurous intelligent women in his grade. Michael noted that smart women seemed to enjoy sex more especially to be pleasured and worshipped. 

Getting a female off was immensely enjoyable to him. To have that sort of control over a woman’s body made his own pleasure grow. He was also very adept at sex. He had studied several materials to be as equipped as possible when those moments came around. 

The moments and women were plentiful. 

It did help that Michael lived quite close to an all girls preparatory school with the brightest young women of his generation. 

Sadly he found Oxford not quite the same landscape.

He had only found one young woman to have sexual stimulation with and she barely left her room. 

“Didn’t say you were.” 

“You implied it.” He bit into his burger again. 

“Okay, so you aren't a virgin.” She ate two fries at the same time. Clearly trying to prove something. “So what? You had sex. Big deal. Any dude can pump his load into a chick.” He nearly choked at her language. “But can you pleasure a woman? Like really make her cum.” 

“Yes of course.” He wiped his mouth again. He took the bottle of ketchup, deciding his burger needed some. “I’ve had many women experience multiple orgasms.” He said it as if it were the simplest fact in the world. Out of the corner of Michael Gavey’s eye he could see the beauty before him’s eyes roll. “You don’t believe me.” 

“No.” She shook her head, thrusting a wet dripping fry in his direction. “I don’t.” She bit into it. “I, on the other hand,” Her mouth was full. She spat out chunks of fried potato in his direction. “Know how good I am.” 

“At what?” He wanted to make her say it. 

“Well you name it.” There was her shrug as she shoved more food into her mouth as if that might make her more articulate. 

“I asked you.” He could be mouthy when the time called for it. 

Her attitude toward him had been anything, but pleasant. 

Rudeness was a fair reaction. 

“Giving head.” The crudeness of the phrase didn’t startle him. “I’m very good with my hands.” She twiddled her fingers in front of him as if showing them off. He could tell by the peaks and valleys of her palms this was probably true. “I can fit a lot in my mouth.” She opened said mouth letting her thick tongue drop out. It was long. She swirled it to curved seductively in his direction before letting it retreat. “Nice long tongue for licking wherever needs to be licked.” She popped the last word. “My ass is wide enough to grab onto if you’re into doggy.” Oh so now this was about him. “Tits are very warm and pleasant to fuck -”

“I didn’t ask about your body. That I can see.” His eyes raked over her hoping she might feel looked at. “I asked about your skill. How quickly have you finished someone?” She was most certainly trying to bait him into looking at her, into wanting her. 

“Oh, okay, we’re being scientific about it. I get it. You like numbers.” She ate more. He chewed on his burger watching her think over his question. “I don’t know. Maybe like two minutes.” He scoffed. “Oh really, you’ve made a girl cum quicker?”

“Obvisiously.” He lied. 

If Michael Gavey was truly honest with himself he did not like when sex was fast and over in an instant. He liked to prolong his pleasure and if his sexual conquest were inclined, the pleasure of his partner. Usually he found most women enjoyed to fuck for a long while. 

“Bet I could make you cum lickety split.” Her eyebrows raised in the dare. 

“Most certainly not.” He started on the other half of his burger. 

“Try me, Gavey.” Ugh that name again. He should have corrected her on the pronunciation or on the fact his name was Michael. He preferred his first name after all. 

He wasn’t going to fall into her hold. 

Michael remained silent on the subject. 

“Fine,” She leaned back, rolling her shoulders. It appeared a thought crossed her mind. “Seems like you think you are better than me at -” 

“I know I am.” He was confident in his sexual prowess. 

“Then prove it.” Her converse was stroking the inside of his thigh. “I bet I could make you cum first.” He saw now the corners of her eyes creased when she smiled. He found it alluring. 

“And if I make you cum first? What do I get in return?” He wondered, deciding the other half of his burger needed mayo. 

She dipped a ketchup-less chip into the ranch dressing saucer beside her plate. 

On purpose he suspected. 

She only smiled when his nose wrinkled. 

“The gratification of knowing you were right.” 

***

It had been enough to lure him in. 

All out of state participants in the quiz bowl were housed at the same hotel. It was convenient for Michael as his room was two floors below hers. It would be an easy in and out experience for him to prove her completely and utterly wrong tonight. 

For once. 

No, no he would not think of all those answers she managed to get correctly. 

Every. Single. God. Damn. Answer.

He tried not to dwell on that fact as the key card clicked into her door. She eyed him once more as if checking to see if he had abandoned this deal. It would be a cold day in Hell for Michael Gavey to let this coy faced looking she-devil get the better of him. 

Her door was just as heavy as his. From the looks of it the room was the same dull life less visage as his. Stark white blankets on the bed with a laid out assortment of sizeable pillows laid untouched. There was a mini fridge just before the entrance of the bathroom which was brightly lit in a disgusting waste of electricity on her part. 

She had a suitcase by the air conditioning unit under the window, open to display thrown about unmentionables. It was no matter to Michael. He would be seeing far more of her in a moment, though his eyes lingered over the assortment of frilled lace and G-strings that could make anyone else blush. 

Before she could turn round he lunged for her, planting a more desperate than necessary kiss against her lips, parting her plush lips with his tongue. 

“Whoa, hold up,” She nudged against his chest. “What the hell are you doing?” 

“Foreplay.” Simple. Straight. Forward. Factual. His eyes fell half lidded to try again. 

She pushed him back. 

He grumbled. 

“Yeah, well, I don’t know if that works on the ladies at Oxford, but ramming a tongue down someone’s throat is considered uncouth." She rubbed against his pecs. 

Michael hated that he enjoyed her touching him. 

She was not meant to win this game. 

“Fine.” He would have to play her game, her rules, her desires, if he was meant to achieve success. He ran his hands down her sides, slowly, surely. He enjoyed her curves, the swell of her arse was her finest feature. “Show me.” 

“Oh no, you aren’t getting any hints from me, Gavey.” Fuck. Why was she so smart? “Let me show you how it’s done.” 

She leaned forward to give him a soft chaste kiss. It was nearly too sweet. Michael understood by the way she cupped his cheek and rubbed her fingers along his hairline how to ease her. He slowly pressed her to him, letting his mouth open. He enjoyed letting his hands and mouth explore an attractive woman. Foreplay was an essential beginning to any sexual encounter. He had not made a grand impression, but he could tell the slowed open mouthed kisses were doing the trick. 

She pushed her body into him. Michael was sure she could feel his growing erection though her body didn’t react as she ground into it. He settled his mind thinking of equations and formulas to make the swelling in his loins less intense. She backed him onto the bed to sit where she straddled him, grinding her hips into his hardness. 

“You aren’t playing fair.” He told her as his lips traveled down her neck. His hand hovered over her thick sweater ready to cup her gorgeously round firm breasts.  

“Fair is fair. Using every part of my body to get you off. You are welcome to do the - oh -” Michael kneaded into her breast with an expert pinch and stimulation of her nipple and flesh there. 

Most girls he was with usually wore this very type of garment. Michael Gavey felt as if he knew exactly how to engage in nipple play through that thick material. He worked her into a desperate moan until she was finding his lips again. He was happy to kiss her. He would not admit it, but she was a decent kisser, right amount of tongue and tease. He could hear how much she reluctantly enjoyed his strong hand at her breast. 

“Fuck it.” She pushed off of him hard. He nearly chased her kisses. 

It was embarrassing the noise he made when her lips had parted from him. 

Fuckin’ cunt gave a coy smile at his reaction. She struggled to remove her top. He assisted the best he could. He was desperate to see more of her despite the fact he knew it would make him closer to falling into her devious plans. 

Unfortunately Michael Gavey was a man with a decently sized sexual appetite. 

She was wearing too many layers. It was chilled outside. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for a young woman to dress appropriately. Michael admired her sense when it came to that. She had been pleasantly warm when he had grazed her skin. 

Warmth was so enjoyable. 

When she was finally freed herself, he swallowed at how well her breasts sat in the cups of her bra, a nude number coated in red lace. The fat of her tits spilled out the top a bit and the sides. It fit well, but he could very plainly see that she had more to offer underneath. 

“Close your mouth, Gavey.” Her fingers ran along his swollen lower lip. 

Fuck when had he opened it slightly? 

Her finger was wet from drool. 

Sometimes he hated his body. 

“It’s like you haven’t seen tits before.” She shook them. His eyes followed helplessly drawn to her figure and the desire pulsing within him. “You’re hard just from some kissing and titties. Man, this is gonna be sooooo easy.” Her hand snaked to fondle his bulge. He watched her reaction. 

He had much to offer as well. 

“We both have much to offer one another.” He recalculated the equation from earlier in the evening as she stroked him through his trousers. 

His eyes were attempting to fall closed or half lidded. He stayed them. He had to remain concentrated. It was unfortunate how slow she was in her attempts to arouse him. Michael rather enjoyed feeling her hand trace from base to tip softly as if she were his girlfriend prepared to get him off as routine. 

His heart flickered at the idea. 

The young genius had always relished in the idea of being a non committed individual when it came to relationships. Encounters should be quick, satisfying with no emotional investment. However he was not afraid to admit that having a kept woman intrigued him. 

“I think I found your Achilles’ heel.” He heard the zipper before he realized what she was doing. “Manual stimulation.” 

One finger ran against his exposed length along a vein on the side of his cock. 

He hissed. Michael let his hand fondle her breast. 

She mimicked him. It was not mocking. Simply her own reaction to the feel of him. 

He reached around as she pulled his pants and boxer briefs off to unhook her bra. If he was to be exposed, so should she. His lips found hers not bothering to marvel in the way her breasts rested against her body. Her hands were soft, curved. Her fingers were gentle. She was so gentle with him that it confused him. 

Did she want to win or was she simply enjoying him? 

He groaned when her thumb teased the tip of his cock. 

Numbers rattled on in his head. His idiotic body betrayed him, pulling her closer until he was laid on the bed with her on top of him. It was not a position Michael Gavey was used to. He preferred to be in control sexually. Though he was not opposed to a woman on top. He could relax, let her have his way. 

Perhaps she would cum sooner if she were in control. 

“Alright, enough of all this,” Her hand went between his pecs again. He was beginning to wonder if that was an area she enjoyed most about him, the space between his chest muscles. He was sure of it the moment she sucked in her lower lip. “How do you feel about simultaneous oral stimulation?” She certainly loved that word. 

“I am not opposed.” 

“That makes it sound like you are.” She swept her hair to the side. Fuck. She looked so sensual, hair resting between her tits, curved and nearly covering her rose colored nipple and flushed areola. “Maybe I should be more clear,” She leaned into his ear. Michael was prepared for the seductive whisper. “I’ll sit on your face while I suck your cock. You’ll be seeing stars in no time.” 

It was a threat. 

A dirty, enticing threat. 

Michael could win this. 

Eating a woman out was the easiest way to make her cum quickly. 

She had to be mad. 

There was no doubt in Michael Gavey’s mind she was enjoying this. That stretch of her pouted lips alerted him that his suspicion was fact. If she didn’t want to win, that was fine by him. He’d enjoy satisfaction in many ways tonight. He leaned back against the pillows. 

She took it as a sign, though her hand pressed between his chest further. She dragged her cunt along his half hard cock. 

Shit. 

The drag was slow causing him a spark of pain. He had been teased with the warmth of her. Her pussy was pulsatingly warm in the moment it had teased him. His brain fiddled with numbers and facts. 

Facts about the human vagina. 

Such as how the vagina can elongate when sexually -

His mind fell blank at the view of her cunt hovering above him. Michael tipped his glasses further up his face. There was no force on earth that could separate him from his needed source of viewing such a sight. 

“This is gonna be sooooo easy. Your cock is nearly wagging and you haven’t even tasted it yet.” She hovered in such a menacing cruel way he nearly wanted to grab her and force her way down. 

No. No. 

He must be patient. 

He had to be patient with this one, let her get out her boasts. 

She’d be cumming undone on his mouth soon enough. 

He felt her hand around the base of him then the other hand. Fuckin two handed hand jobs were a weakness he now knew he had. 

“Oh poor Gavey, gonna cum so quic -” That was it. She wasn’t being fair, teasing him this way. 

He pulled her thighs and cunt flush to his mouth and got to work. 

Michael Gavey heard the high pleasured moan. She fell into the sensation of pleasure without meaning to. He knew exactly why. He had rubbed his mouth into her maneuvering his lips side to side to make sure every part of her felt the sensation of undeniable pleasure. 

He focused on eating her cunt viciously as to not focus on what she was doing to his cock. She rode his face, unable to help herself he supposed. The woman had yet to even put his cock in her mouth, only helplessly manually manipulating him. 

It was as if she wasn’t even -

FUCK. 

He had thought of that too soon. 

His hips thrust upward into her throat feeling the wet warmth engulf him. She was nearly swallowing him whole while working his base with BOTH hands. The tight grip was maddening. It slowed his own tasting of her letting his tongue fall into kitten licks that made her tremble. Her moans mumbled around his cock. 

For the first time that night he thought she might have him. 

Especially at the noises she made with his cock in her mouth. 

He felt her tongue drag along a particular part of his cock that would have normally had him cumming as she said “lickety split”. However he was not a quitter. 

Michael Gavey was not a loser. 

Instead he worked harder. 

He tongued fucked her until she had to release her mouth on him. 

She was cursing and riding his face harder. Her hands still pumped him, but now she was pressing hard against his tongue and lips. Her walls convulsed a bit. She was quite wet, but the orgasm would break to the edge only for her to stay herself. 

He hated that he wanted to be inside her. 

Michael pushed at her thighs nearly taping her. He decided the best course of action was a little aggression. His large hands held to her pushing her off him and onto her back. She flopped as a fish if fish could laugh as they did. Again her bloody hair laid sprayed and gorgeous against the stark white bedding. 

“I’m going to fuck you stupid.” It was a snarl of a command. “Fuckin’ gonna cum on my cock.” 

“Not a chance. Almost had you with that blow job, but you decided to . . . I don’t know, use that tongue like a dick. How the hell did you do that?” The way she had said that tongue made it sound as if it were a weapon to kill her and the best part of the human body.

“I’d never tell the likes of you.” He wanted to say something further, snarky and maybe unhinged, but the alarming need to bury his cock inside that soaking cunt was too much for the poor British genius to bear. 

He teased her entrance slowly letting his tip in and out. Her moans and the flutter of her long lashes told him he could truthfully win this. It also told his cock that he may lose this. He felt a bit of pre cum leak out. 

“Aww, leaky thing aren’t you?” His hand went to the base of her throat. 

“Shut up.” He snarled. It did not help to see how elated she appeared when his fingers crushed around her skin there, a bit tighter then he had before. 

“Make me.” Her chin pointed up in a daring action. 

His lips crashed to her. His cock pressed into her. He felt her gasp into his mouth. He thought he could be gentle at first, but her bratty behavior had unleashed a savageness in Michael Gavey that bordered on animalistic. 

His cock barreled inside her, pumping into her hard enough that it made the bed frame creak. When he grew tired of kissing her he let those lips go hearing her begging him to fuck her faster. He was starting to understand her game. She was learning his tells, his likes. Michael Gavey did enjoy encouragement. He liked solving a problem and gaining the endorphins of being told he was correct. 

He could fuck her correctly by making her cum. 

Two could play at that game. 

He latched to her nipple, taking it between his teeth in small nips. 

“Oh god, what are you -” His thumb then found her clit. He fucked her faster. “No, please, God,” The no made him falter. The word made him unsure on instinct if he should continue. His eyes caught hers as he slowed to an even pace though kept his thumb rubbing her clit. Coaxing her to hit her peak. “Fuck you, Gavey. Fuckin bastard.” She groaned, pressing her hips upwards. 

Her mumbling of nonsense mixed with a forced elation told him he was going to win this. He could imagine how internally she was losing this game, her vaginal cavity elongating to take more of him in, her contracting walls were certainly felt around his hard member. Sometimes when Michael thought of the process in a scientific sense he could hold off his orgasm. 

Edging was not a kink of Michael Gavey’s, but winning this game was. 

He planted an open palm beside her head, balancing himself to press himself deeper inside her. Each thrust let her whimper a bit more. She was doing a quite remarkable job denying herself that pleasure. However every little flicker of his thumb to that so small, yet so sensitive bud made her groan in a mix of need and annoyance. 

“Please, fuck,” She cried out a little spreading her thighs wider. “Fuck why does your dick feel so good?” There were tears in the corners of her eyes, smearing her pretty makeup. 

He didn’t want her to talk anymore. 

He wanted her to cum. 

Get this over with so he could chase his own release. 

Equations flooded his mind as he kissed her. Her tongue made his cock nearly cry inside her tight warmth. She moaned into his mouth. She was beginning to shake. He worked faster, harder. His attempts proved fruitful as she arched her back screaming in uncontrolled elation. She forced his entire weight on her clawing at his shirt with sharper than necessary nails. 

The sound. 

Fuck. 

The sound of her orgasm nearly proved too much for him. 

He had won, but now he wanted to see how long he could truly hold off. 

“You fuckin, asshole!” She called out nearly out of breath. He could see her staring into his eyes. The euphoria mixed with anger made his cock even harder. “You don’t get to win! You don’t get to - oh fuck -” He took her legs over his shoulders. 

“Deeper penetration this way.” 

He was right of course. 

It didn’t take her long to be experiencing bliss once more. 

He was quite proud of himself for her multi orgasms. By the fourth there was a look of shock and awe on her face that almost left her squirming. Perhaps her cumming had been unexpected. It appeared she did not like to lose either. 

In the end it was her little cries that put him at the edge of eternity. 

He pulled out pumping his spend across her belly. 

She let out a laugh and spread her entire body out for him. Her chest, flush and bare, rose and fell with an ease that made him want to kiss her. He did. He did not want to deny himself the pleasure of feeling her lips again. She smiled into the gentle kiss pushing her hands against the base of his neck and onto his scalp. 

“Proof enough?” He wondered. 

Michael Gavey wasn’t expecting a job well done. 

Acknowledgement would be all well and good. 

“Fine, fuck you, you win, but I’m still smarter than you.” He merely shook his head at this. 

“Baseless random facts determined by a panel of judges are no proof of true intelligence. However carnal pleasure, an act such as this, is very adequate data.” He admitted aloud. His fingers traced along her jawline down between the wide gap in her plump round breasts. “I’m better than you at this. That’s really all that matters.” 

“Best two out of three?” That mischievous look he had despised all night returned. 

This wasn’t about winning for her anymore.

This was about being better. 

“As you said I am a numbers man. Perhaps we shall see how many times you can orgasm tonight.” 

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name(s) - Abyssal , Alkali , Allur , Bay , Brim , Brine , Brooks , Cecaelia , Cloud , Coastal , Coral/Coralie , Cordelia , Delilah , Dooriya , Flood , Gale , Irv , Jubilee , Lake , Mari / Maris / Marina / Marine , Maritime , Mere , Merrick , Misty , Oceana , Pollyanna , Riverine / Riviera , Seashore , Seaside , Seawater , Serena , Shore , Siren / Syren / Syrin , Storm , Summer , Sylph , Thalassa , Themis , Tide , Whirlwind , Windstorm, Aquamarine , aquatique , astraea , astro , athena , atolla , aura , aurelia , aurita , aurite , baia , bio , biolumine , blanche , blu , blue , bluette , bubble , capillata , caru , cassiopeia , cephea , chiro , chrysali , chrysao , cnidaria , coral , coralle , cordelie / cordelia , cosima , cosmo , crystal , crystalle , cyanea , cyanei , dentelle , divinity , dove.

pronouns - They / She / It / Blu / Blue / Blues / Cora / Coral / Corals / Cove / Coves / Coves / Drift / Drifts / Drifts / Ebb / Ebbs / Ebbs, Fi / Fin / Fins / Fo / Foam / Foams / Ke / Kelp / Kelps / Oce / Ocea / Ocean / Pe / Pearl / Pearls / Ree / Reef / Reefs / Sal / Sals / Sals / Se / Sea / Seas / Shel / Shell / Shells / So / Shore / Shores / Star / Fish / Starfishes / Ti / Tide / Tidal / Wa / Wave / Was / Blub / Bubble / Fish / Sing / Song / Splish / Splash / ⚡️/⚡️self / 🫧/🫧self / 🌊/🌊self.

gender(s) - agender fem , merfolk , mereic , mermaidcore , sirenish , merlikic , merblood/merfolkblood , sirenblood , mermonster , sirenmonster , autimeric/autimerfolkic , genderaqua , oceandream , sirekenic , creauterelle , thalassagender , seacreature , seaperilic , auramaric , seatix , autisirenic , merplayful , merpuplayful , merplaymate , mergender , phosirenial , merive , gendermerpup , merenvic.

orientations - sapphic , nmlnm , polyamorous.

role(s) - protector , soother , sister figure.

species - koi fish mermaid.

source(s) - brainmade

emoji(s) - 🐠 , 🐟 , 🧜 , 🧜‍♂️ , 🧜‍♀️ , 🎏 , 🦪 , 🐚 , 🌊 , 🪸.

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name(s) - Tubbo , Ram , Beloved , Toby , Doe , Fox , Tango , Faren , Pan , Faun , Bee , Clay , Dawn , Loaf , Moth , Luna , Eclipse , Stella , Flora , Buzz , Bug , Spyder , Flora , Forge , Garnet , Granite , Grayson , Harper , Hazel , Hero , Holly , hopper , iris , ivy , jade , jett , juniper , lapis , laurel , lilac , lily , magnolia , maple , marigold , mason , meadow , miner , mira , moss , nova , oak , onyx , opal , pearl , pebble , poppy , prairie , pyre , quill , red , reed , river , rocky , rose , rowan.

pronouns - he / ram / horn / headbutt / bzz / bee / book / write / explo / toxic / nuke / buzz / dawn / presi / civil / baa / fawn / flor / flower / petal / a / axe / adventurer / axe / birch / blaze / block / build / bun / cake / chest / clay / cobble / cow / craft / dark / dig / disc / end / eye / fight / flint / forge / fox / ghast / glow / goat / heal / hive / hx / hxm / hy / hym / ice / lava / love / mob / oak / ocean / ore / pearl / pick / pig / play / ram / sea / sapling / sheep / shx / hxr / shy / hyr / skele / skeleton / slime / smelt / smp / snow / stone / survivor / sword / teleport / thxy / thxm / thy / thym / tnt / tnt / tor / torch / tree / ve / vex / vwoop / warrior / water / wood / xp / xp. 

gender(s) - Boy(?) , UuuuuuuuhhhhMasc , SomethingMasc , Genderwhat , dimedowic , floraine , sheepcoric , sheeptransmasculine , starlemonic , tailic , fleecygender , maskgender , RAAAHHemotionic , Forestpicnicmulviboard , Beemoviescriptic , Cakehoneybeena , Sunnysummermulviboard , mossygoatgender , softpancakic , groggymorninggender , stargrapegender , arienfernian , hornjewelryaesic , goatgender , ramgender , goatplushic , starryapplegender.

orientations - bisexual , ambiamorous.

role(s) - caregiver , caretaker , soother , hygienist , body caretaker , taskdoer.

species - humany goaty thing.

source(s) - c!tubbo , DSMP.

emoji(s) - 🐝 , 🍯 , 🌻 , 🌼 , 🐐 , 🐏 , 🐑 , 🌿 , 🌱.

likes - bees and other bugs , friends , the color green , flowers , drawing , sourcemates , goats and sheep , animals and pets.

dislikes - being alone , people being hurt , rude people , fireworks , loudness.

front triggers - Sourcemates , friends , other source media, goats/rams , bees , explosives , fireworks , the system being threatened , being alone , the body needing care.

personality description - a rather hyperactive part , very energetic and interactive with friend and people bee likes to be around. he prefers to be near people rather than alone, and goes along with most things asked of him unless he outwardly has an issue with it. he enjoys making things like friendship bracelets from time to time.

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