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piratekane · 2 years ago

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Their phones go off at the same time, a tiny ding that echoes across their apartment. Mary frowns at Shannon’s phone, Shannon frowns at Mary’s, and they both reach at the same time.

“Beatrice,” Mary reads off Shannon’s phone.

Shannon turns Mary’s phone right side up and purses her lips. “Ava.”

Mary groans and lets her head fall back against the couch. “What did they get themselves into this time?”

Shannon pats her leg gently before she steals a chip right out of the bag Mary is still clutching. She throws one back, mouth puckering at the salt and vinegar taste. “Between the two of them? It could be anything.”

Mary blindly thumbs her passcode out and the screen brightens. Shannon opens her messages app.

Their larger group message - F is for friends who do things together - sits towards the top of Shannon’s messages list, just below the other group message that lists her, Lilith, and Beatrice as its only members.

Mary’s messages also has a group message named lilith stop changing the group name back to something boring between her, Ava, and Lilith.

“On three?”

They both open their individual messages at the same time. Mary hums something unintelligible. Shannon frowns.

“Ava went-”

“-on a date.”

Shannon leans over to read Mary’s screen.

Ava (8:41 PM): halp i went on a date

Bea (8:41 PM): Ava went on a date last week.

“Did you-”

“-know Ava was seeing someone?” Mary shakes her head. “Did you-”

“-know Ava was interested in seeing anyone?” Shannon shakes her head this time.

Mary hums again, interest piqued. She abandons the bag of chips, brushing her hand off on her dark jeans. Shannon absently reaches over and brushes the crumbs onto the floor. They can vacuum later. When Mary cradles her phone and sinks back against the couch again, Shannon follows her, pulling her legs up under herself as she leans into Mary’s side.

“What are you going to say?”

Mary regards her. “What are you going to say?”

Shannon shrugs. “I’m going to ask Beatrice who the date was with.”

“I’m going to ask Ava that too.”

It’s a race to see who can text back first, and Mary beats Shannon by a few strikes of her thumb against the glass screen. Shannon pulls Mary’s phone over so she can read it.

Mary (8:43 PM): who?

“Who?” she reads. “That’s all you said?”

Mary shrugs, unbothered. “What did you say?”

Shannon (8:43 PM): Who did she go out with?

“I used a full sentence.”

“It’s texting, babe. Full sentences are for-” Mary stops when Shannon arches an eyebrow in a challenge. She smiles, all teeth. “Full sentences are for losers.”

“This loser makes your dinner,” Shannon reminds her.

Mary is still grinning. “I can dial a phone, you know. A whole world of food, right at my fingertips. Besides, don’t pretend like I don’t make a mean chili.” She nods knowingly when Shannon rolls her eyes. “That’s half the reason you’re in love with me, admit it.”

“Yeah, the other half is because of your humility.” Shannon doesn’t bother softening it and Mary laughs. “So humble.”

Mary’s next words are swallowed up by the ding of her phone, Shannon’s phone is half a second behind.

“Who is JC?” Mary asks.

“Someone in Ava’s biology class,” Shannon answers, reading off her phone. “At least, I’m assuming? Bea said Ava went out with someone from her biology class.”

Mary snorts. “Figures that if Ava isn’t giving me all the pieces, Bea is giving the rest to you.”

Shannon smacks Mary’s knee gently. “Don’t be mean. She’s trying.”

“Who, Bea?”

“Ava.”

Mary shakes her head, hiding the smile on her face. “She’s something, that’s for sure.”

Shannon snorts. “Don’t pretend like that kid isn’t one of your favorite people. You have a terrible poker face.”

Mary’s smile sours into a meaningless scowl. “No, I don’t.” She pulls her phone away from Shannon and thinks for a minute.

Mary (8:44 PM): scale of 1 to 10.

“That’s what you’re going with?” Shannon’s fingers hover over the phone, thinking. “A hotness scale?”

Mary shrugs. “What’re you going to say?”

“Well I’m not going to ask if he’s cute.”

Mary shrugs again. “Of course not. Bea doesn’t care if he’s hot or not.” She nods at Shannon’s phone. “What’ve you got, Masters?”

“I’ve got a girl in love with her best friend at the other end of these messages. So I need to be… delicate.”

Mary softens when Shannon looks back at her. “I know.”

She watches as Shannon turns back to her phone, forehead wrinkling in thought.

Shannon (8:44 PM): How do you think that went?

Satisfied, Shannon sinks further into Mary’s side, warm and soft. Mary smiles, her hand curling around Shannon’s knee, pressing gently against a scar left behind after an ACL tear when she was younger.

They’ve always slotted together so perfectly. They knew it from the moment they met, two terrified freshmen on a large campus with no friends. The study sessions, the lunch breaks between classes. When Shannon finally leaned in, finally curled her fingers around Mary’s jaw and closed her eyes, they each felt something click. A world opened up. Study sessions turned into makeout sessions. Lunch breaks that felt like dates became actual dates.

Mary had been looking for a home for years. She finally knew what it was like to have one.

Shannon walks her fingers over Mary’s knee. “Do you think they realize we’re sitting right next to each other? I feel like they don’t—otherwise they wouldn’t be talking to us about this.”

Mary shrugs. “It’s Tuesday. You usually work on Tuesday nights. So I’m sure Bea thinks you’re just killing time on your shift, and Ava assumes I’m looking for some kind of entertainment.”

“Is this entertaining for you?”

Mary grins. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

Their phones beep almost simultaneously.

Ava (8:44 PM): mid-8 nice smile

Bea (8:44 PM): She said it wasn’t groundbreaking.

“Groundbreaking,” Mary repeats. “Ava said it wasn’t groundbreaking?”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Shannon shrugs and reaches for the bag of chips again. She doesn’t like salt and vinegar, but she’s also committed to not getting up for anything short of an apocalypse. “Beatrice doesn’t usually misquote people, though.”

Mary makes a face. “Kid surprises me every day.” She hums quietly.

Mary (8:45 PM): and it took you this long to tell me?

Ava (8:45 PM): okay in my defense Ava (8:45 PM): no i’ve got nothing

Mary (8:46 PM): what happened?

She knows Ava. Something had to have happened for her to bring this up. Because she probably buried a terrible date, said forget about it, and focused on other things. Like her next iced coffee. Or Bea.

Ava (8:46 PM): we ran into JC at dinner tonight Ava (8:46 PM): it was weird Ava (8:46 PM): bea has been idk Ava (8:46 PM): quiet

Mary snorts. “No shit,” she says out loud. But her brow wrinkles in concern.

Mary (8:46 PM): was he a dick?

Ava (8:47 PM): no, definitely not he’s really nice

Mary nods to herself. Good. Because she’s been short on gym sessions this week, and she could go a few rounds with someone to make up for the difference. Shannon nudges her, catching her attention. “Right. Okay.”

Mary (8:47 PM): going out again?

Shannon rolls her eyes. “You’re so verbose.”

“Don’t be using those million dollar words on me. We’re not all in school for this kind of stuff.”

“Ha.” Shannon elbows Mary gently, soothing the sting of it with a quick press of her lips to Mary’s shoulder. “This kind of stuff is just talking to people, Mary. It’s not limited to just future social workers.”

“Maybe I’m not good at that.”

“I think you’re not giving yourself enough credit.”

“Well I think-” Mary cuts off when Shannon’s elbow digs into her side again. She huffs. “Fine. We’re both incredible. I can already see the headlines when you win social worker of the year.”

“That’s not actually a thing,” Shannon points out.

Mary’s face softens, her eyes going somewhere far away for a moment. “It should be. Could have used someone like you when I was in the system.” Shannon’s hand spreads out against Mary’s thigh, warm and weighted. Mary meets Shannon’s eyes, a hesitant smile on her face. “But I know you’ll make sure they’ve got it better than I did.”

“Of course,” Shannon promises quietly.

For a long moment, the air stills between them. Shannon can picture Mary in her freshman year - hard-headed and brash and walls pulled up to her chin. She’s still hard-headed, still brash. But the walls are knee-height now and crumbling every day as Mary lets herself breathe, surrounded by their friends.

Mary finally smiles and squeezes Shannon’s knee, pouring a thousand unsaid words into her touch. She wants Shannon to know that she saved her life, but sometimes the words don’t come out the right way. So she puts it into touch and hopes that Shannon gets it.

Bea (8:48 PM): Shannon? You still there?

Shannon blinks, the world rushing back in on her. Ava, Bea. Their back and forth high wire act where each of them are afraid to fall - even if Ava doesn’t know that yet.

Shannon (8:48 PM): Sorry, just needed a moment. Shannon (8:48 PM): Does a date need to be groundbreaking?

Bea (8:48 PM) According to Ava, it’s a requirement.

“Want takeout tonight?” Mary asks as they wait. She opens her mouth but the words are cut off as her phone goes off.

Ava (8:48 PM): no, no more dates for me. he’s nice but it’s not groundbreaking

Mary holds up her phone. “Guess Bea wasn’t kidding.”

“Told you,” Shannon says, preening only a little bit.

Mary (8:49 PM): that’s a lot of expectation going into a first date

Ava (8:49 PM): can’t i have a great romance?

Mary pauses. Of course Ava deserves a great romance. But what is that, exactly? Because she’s sat through movie nights with Ava, people-watched with Ava. She knows Ava thinks The Notebook is romantic and that’s toxic as hell. She knows Ava thinks the two guys who sit under the tree at the quad and share a single iced coffee is romantic, and that’s just gross.

She knows Ava thinks what she has with Shannon is romantic, and she’s not wrong about that.

“Ask Bea what Ava thinks is ‘groundbreaking’,” she instructs Shannon. She’s curious what the rating system is here.

Shannon (8:49 PM): What does Ava think is groundbreaking?

Bea (8:49 PM): Leaving the orphanage. Meeting us.

Mary shakes her head. “No way Ava didn’t actually say ‘meeting Beatrice.”

Shannon (8:50 PM): Are you sure she didn’t mean meeting you?

Mary raises an eyebrow in surprise. “Nice and direct there, Masters. I thought you were being delicate.”

Shannon shrugs and waits patiently for Bea’s response. Sometimes Bea reminds her of the fawn she came across once as a child. Skittish, awkward limbs everywhere as it tried to find its footing and run. But when Shannon approached it, hand out and open, it let her get close. It took a few minutes, Shannon suspended in the middle of the woods. But it slowly approached her and let her touch it, nuzzling into her hand. Beatrice can be like that: skittish, but seeking out comforting touches.

She always thought that it was the best way to approach Bea: slowly, hand open. Ava proved her wrong, crash-landing into Bea’s life with a gracelessness that was endearing from the very beginning. Maybe Bea just needed the right person to cut through her trepidation and bring her out of her shell.

“You can be delicate and still be direct. It just has to be a precision hit,” she replies.

“Hammer vs scalpel,” Mary says nodding. It’s just funny because she and Shannon are always so careful around Bea, whereas Ava always seems to need more of a blunt punch of truth.

Speaking of which. Okay, so if that’s what Ava thinks…Mary cycles through things in her mind. How does she go about this? If meeting Bea was groundbreaking, then a great romance has to be the same thing. Synonymous, like Mary and Shannon. Her eyes flutter closed as she thinks. Maybe Shannon has a point on blending her approach.

Ava always thought that mopey girl meeting the vampire was a great romance. And she knows this, but Ava has terrible taste in movies. She really needs to watch something of substance. Like Love and Basketball. But she can work with this.

Mary (8:50 PM): thought great romances were reserved for your vampire book

Mary has a plan. She’s easing Ava into a conversation. Because Mary knows that Ava wants a great romance. More importantly, she deserves it. She just might not know that she wants - and deserves it - with Beatrice.

Their phones ding in double time, the replies chasing after each other.

Bea (8:51 PM): I’m sure she meant ‘us’ and not me.

Ava (8:51 PM): bella isn’t the only one who deserves a sparkly love interest

Mary puts her phone down for a moment. “How are we doing this?”

Shannon thinks about it for a minute. “I’m not sure,” she admits.

Mary sighs. “Ava can be as dense as that meatloaf you made once and - hey! It was!” She ducks the hand Shannon sends towards her shoulder. “I just mean, she’s either sitting behind a huge wall named Denial, or she really doesn’t get it. So we need to, like, be smart about this.” She sighs. “Why are we doing this?”

“Because Lilith would do a horrible job at it?”

Mary snorts. “You got that right.”

At least Ava knows she deserves happiness. Kid hasn’t had a lot of love in her life, with the raw deal she got growing up. Mary knows something about that. So maybe Ava doesn’t need a delicate touch, but a little positive reinforcement and reassurance that she does deserve love from someone who gets it doesn’t hurt.

Mary (8:53 PM) no kid, you do too

“Bea is just as bad.” Shannon holds up her phone. “I know for a fact that Ava said Bea and not us, but she’s going to pretend like that isn’t true because that means she has to face a reality where Ava feels the same way about her as she does about Ava.”

“Maybe you should have gone into psychology.”

Shannon makes a face. “Absolutely not.”

Shannon (8:53 PM): Bea. Even if she didn’t say you, you’re allowed to want her to have. Shannon (8:53 PM): And if she did, you’re allowed to acknowledge what that means.

Bea (8:54 PM): I’m not sure what it means.

Shannon groans as she reads Bea’s response. She takes a deep, steadying breath. She loves Beatrice. She’s loved her from the minute they crossed paths in their English seminar - a sophomore level class that Bea tested into. But for someone so smart, she sometimes tends to miss signs right in front of her face.

No, Shannon thinks. She can read the signs. But the years with her parents… Maybe she just doesn’t want to see them. Maybe she doesn’t trust them. Maybe she just needs a little nudge.

Shannon (8:55 PM): I think you know what it means.

Mary breaks her concentration as she reads Ava’s text out loud, forehead pinched in thought.

Ava (8:55 PM): i just don’t know if i’ll get it.

Mary sighs. “Are we sure Lilith can’t do this?” She goes to text back, but three grey dots pop up before she can, so she waits.

Ava (8:55 PM): but i think Ava (8:55 PM): i think i realized something

She shoves her phone under Shannon’s nose, all thoughts of Lilith taking over flying out of her mind. “Babe.”

Shannon’s reply is swallowed up by Bea’s next message.

Bea (8:56 PM): Correction: I don’t think I’m allowed to want it to mean what I think it means.

Shannon sighs. “Oh, Bea.”

Mary doesn’t hear her, too wrapped up as she frantically types, backspaces, types, and backspaces again. “Do I play dumb?” she asks herself. “Or do I just say finally?” She types something out and erases it one more time before she sends something.

Mary (8:56 PM): what’s that?

Shannon (8:57 PM): And in a perfect world, what do you want it to mean?”

Three grey dots pop up on Mary’s screen and linger there long enough that Mary puts her phone down and picks through her bag of chips until she finds one big enough that when she fits the whole thing in her mouth, she has to blow out her cheeks to keep it in there. Shannon makes a noise of mild disgust.

Shannon’s phone beeps first.

Bea (8:58 PM): I think you know.

Shannon (8:58 PM) Lightning won’t strike you down if you say it.

“Might,” Mary mumbles through a mouthful of chips. Shannon’s eyes cut to her. “What? You know Bea is thinking it.”

Shannon can’t really argue with that, so she doesn’t try. She just waits for Bea’s response, which comes quicker than she thought it might.

Bea (8:59 PM): I want her to mean that I’m groundbreaking.

“Atta girl,” Shannon whispers to herself.

Shannon (8:59 PM): You are.

Mary’s phone finally beeps.

Ava (8:59 PM): i was thinking about it and Ava (8:59 PM): bea is groundbreaking, you know?

Mary (9:00 PM): obviously

It’s a gut reaction, but Mary texts back before she can stop herself. She almost follows it up with something softer to cut the edge off it.

But she’s been watching Ava trip over herself the last few months and honestly, it’s a bit exhausting to not want to sit her down and bop her over the head with a printed book of all the texts Ava has sent her talking about how Bea looks today, or what Bea said today, or how she wants to do something, but has to check with Bea first.

The book would cost her an insane amount of money to print and it would be bigger than the Shakespeare text she uses as a door stopper since she spilled orange juice on it and can’t sell it back.

Ava (9:00 PM): what do you mean obviously?! Ava (9:00 PM): mary Ava (9:00 PM): mARY Ava (9:00 PM): what does THAT mean?!

Mary stifles a laugh, lets a sigh slip through, and closes her phone. She lets her head fall to the back of the couch and takes a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Mary’s phone goes off again, beep after beep after beep after beep. She doesn’t dare pick it up.

Shannon picks up Mary’s phone, types in the passcode, and chuckles as she catches up on Ava’s messages. “You really shouldn’t have.”

Then her own phone dings, catching her attention.

Bea (9:02 PM) But I’m not sure she really feels that way. Surely, she would say something.

“Do you ever want to wrap them up in, like, the world’s tightest hug?” Shannon asks.

“Sometimes I want to wrap them to a post and leave them there until they figure their shit out.”

Mary’s phone goes off again and she picks it up this time, opening her messages.

Ava (9:02 PM): there’s nothing OBVIOUS about it Ava (9:02 PM): it’s rude actually Ava (9:02 PM): to say something like that and just NOT ANSWER UR MESSAGES Ava (9:02 PM): Mary pick up your phone. Ava (9:01 PM): at least when i told bea it wasn’t groundbreaking she didn’t go RADIO SILENT Ava (9:01 PM): in fact we went out for coffee because i got bea one but Ava (9:01 PM): wait

Mary smiles slowly. There it is.

Shannon glances at Mary, most of her attention still on her conversation with Bea. She’s making headway, she can feel it. Bea at least admitting that Ava could maybe feel the same way about her is step one. Step two is getting Bea to just say it out loud.

Shannon (9:03 PM): She can’t say something if she doesn’t know.

Bea (9:03 PM): I certainly can’t tell her.

Mary reads over her shoulder. “She certainly should. Because it would save all of us a lot of trouble.”

Ava (9:04 PM): Mary.

Mary (9:04 PM): Ava

“How do you tell someone that the person they’re hopelessly in love with is hopelessly in love with them? Asking for a friend.”

Shannon ignores her.

Shannon (9:05 PM): Bea, you don’t need to tell her right now. Shannon (9:05 PM): But you should think about it.

“What do you think the odds are that they’re sitting next to each other on the couch right now?”

Shannon snorts. “That sounds exactly like something they would do.”

“Picture it,” Mary continues. “Sitting on opposite ends of the couch but you know Ava’s got her feet all over Bea which is disgusting. And they’re probably having a charged conversation where they talk about the weather being nice, but Ava is really talking about Bea’s eyes or whatever. And they’re just… texting us about each other.”

Shannon laughs this time. “How did we end up like this? Mom-ing two helplessly in-love-with-each-other - and I say this affectionately - idiots?”

“I must have really pissed someone off in a past life.”

Ava (9:05 PM): bea IS groundbreaking

Mary (9:05 PM): you’re repeating yourself

Ava (9:05 PM): i’ve always thought so

Mary (9:06 PM): i’m not going to argue with you

Mary leans into Shannon’s side. “Be honest. They would benefit from some professional help, wouldn’t they?” She dodges Shannon’s hand again. “Or at least someone like Camila. If Ava wants to go for a drink or throw some darts or fix an engine, I can do that.”

“Okay dad,” Shannon snorts.

Bea (9:07 PM): I can’t think about it. Because if I think about it, I’m going to tell her. And if I tell her and she doesn’t say it back, I don’t know what I’ll do.

Shannon (9:07 PM): You’ll do what you always do. Persevere. Shannon (9:07 PM): But I don’t think you’ll need to.

Mary’s screen lights up with a text that she thinks about ignoring. She shouldn’t have opened this box, shouldn’t have pried at the lock that held back this little revelation. She should have just said it was nice that Ava went on a date and left it at this JC guy being an 8. She should have put down her phone and focused on wowing Shannon with the pico de gallo she managed to make earlier.

Ava (9:07 PM): she’s my favorite person, full offense

Mary (9:08 PM): like that’s going to offend me. i’m shannon’s

Ava (9:08 PM): do you think i’m bea’s

Mary drops her phone. “Nope. I’m not doing this.”

“Don’t be dramatic.” Shannon picks up the abandoned phone and scrolls back a few messages, eyes tracking the conversation. She laughs at Ava’s last message, before handing the phone back to Mary. “Ava loves fishing for compliments, doesn’t she?”

“She’s fishing in the wrong pond,” Mary retorts, punching out a quick response.

Mary (9:09 PM): focus, silva

“She should try the other side of her couch.”

Shannon glances at her own phone and considers what the person sitting on the other side of Ava’s couch is thinking at this very moment. A minute stretches on with nothing from Bea. Shannon starts to worry her bottom lip between her teeth.

She’s not trying to push. But Bea deserves something amazing to happen to her. And they can all - even Mary - admit that Ava is the most amazing thing that’s happened to Beatrice. A needed respite for all the ways the world has let Bea down in the past. She nearly drops her phone in relief when it goes off.

Bea (9:11 PM): I’m not ready.

Shannon (9:11 PM): No one is ever ready for love.

Bea (9:12 PM): What if I never am?

There’s a fluttering in Shannon’s chest where her heart skips a beat at Bea’s text. Bea is so much more ready than she thinks she is, Shannon knows it. But she also knows that Bea’s parents run deep in her mind and that’s hard to overcome. It doesn’t matter, though. If she knows anything about Ava, she knows that her patience with Bea is neverending.

Shannon (9:13 PM): Someone who loves you won’t worry about that. Someone who loves you will want you to take your time, if that’s what you need. Love isn’t linear, Bea.

Three dots appear on her screen for a long moment before they disappear. Shannon takes a deep breath and hopes she hasn’t pushed it.

Needing something else to do, she peers at Mary’s phone. “Are you-”

A beep cuts her off.

Ava (9:13 PM): right. but if SHE’S groundbreaking that means…

“She’s going to be the death of me,” Mary groans.

Mary (9:13 PM): that means…

Ava (9:14 PM): hypothetical question Ava (9:14 PM): how do you know if you’re in love with your best friend or not?

“Finally!!”

“Mary,” Shannon scolds.

Mary (9:14 PM) i’m sure there’s a buzzfeed quiz for that

“Mary.”

Ava (9:15 PM): mary

Mary (9:15 PM): ava

Ava (9:15 PM): i’m serious

Mary (9:16 PM) so am i Mary (9:17 PM): but if you don’t want to dig through the internet to find one Mary (9:17 PM): let me tell you what your results would be Mary (9:17 PM): you are

Shannon’s phone goes off and she mistypes her passcode twice before she manages to get it open. Mary leans over, hooking her chin on Shannon’s shoulder to read the message with her.

Bea (9:18 PM): She deserves someone who isn’t afraid to be in love with her.

“That’s not fair,” Mary says quietly. “That’s not fair to her.”

Shannon frowns. “To Ava?”

“To Bea.”

Shannon (9:19 PM): You’re not afraid to be in love with her. You’re afraid of the world around your love. Your parents did a number on you, Bea. That takes time to get over.

Their phones go quiet for a while. So long that Mary gets up and puts away the chips, and Shannon tidies up the kitchen. They decide on getting Thai for dinner because Ava sent them a Snapchat of her leftovers this morning with Bea in the background wearing a disapproving face. Ava had captioned it: she doesn’t like it when i eat over the sink.

By the time she finishes setting out the plates for dinner, Mary is just about to give up on her conversation with Ava. It’s stalled out. Ava will swing by before her class tomorrow for pancakes at the student cafeteria, and they’ll talk about whatever Ava is obsessed with this week - last week it was the manatees she saw in a video when she was supposed to be studying for an exam. They’ll pretend like this never happened, like Ava didn’t come to some big revelation on a Tuesday night in the middle of February while Mary is in her socks with the little handcuffs on them.

She likes that idea. That works best for her. But just as she thinks it, her phone beeps.

Ava (9:31 PM): i am?

Mary (9:31 PM): do you not know that?

“Shannon, help me,” Mary groans, even as she starts texting back.

Ava (9:32 PM): there’s a lot i’m realizing i don’t know right now

“Go fucking figure,” she mutters. Her fingers fly over the keyboard.

Mary (9:32 PM): let me break it down for you. you went out with this guy last week?

Ava (9:32 PM): tuesday yeah

Mary (9:33 PM): and it was okay Mary (9:33 PM): it wasn’t groundbreaking or earth-shattering or anything that totally rocked your world Mary (9:33 PM): but your best friend is someone who checks all those boxes?

There’s another long pause, another minute of three gray dots dancing on her screen before Ava’s text pops up in its place.

Ava (9:35 PM): you’ve met her

Mary (9:36 PM): but i don’t think the sun shines out of her ass Mary (9:36 PM): and she’s one of my best friends, but i don’t know if i’d call her earth-shaking or whatever Mary (9:37 PM): because i’m not in love with her. Mary (9:37 PM): i don’t spend every moment talking to her or about her or wishing i could do those things Mary (9:38 PM): but you…

Mary glances at Shannon but she’s too busy, bent over her phone. She doesn’t even notice the eye roll that Mary sends her phone. Or the tongue she sticks out. Or that she immediately goes to her internet browser, finds the picture she’s looking for, and saves Ava’s new contact image as a clown.

Across the room, Shannon sits back on the couch and stares intently at her screen, willing a message to come through even as it remains blank. She sends out a quiet prayer to whoever is listening that Beatrice allows herself to give into this feeling, to let herself feel like she deserves this kind of love.

Finally, a bubble pops up.

Beatrice (9:39 PM): I should be over it.

Shannon frowns.

Shannon (9:39 PM): Show me the person who says you should be over it.

Beatrice (9:39 PM): I’m afraid I’d be looking in a mirror.

“Oh, Bea,” Shannon breathes. She has to take a minute. She has to breathe in slowly and count to 7 before she exhales and counts to 11, and in between those spaces she feels her heart break just a little bit.

Shannon (9: 40 PM): Then cover your mirrors and come talk to me instead.

Satisfied with her clown selection, Mary plops down next to Shannon and switches back to her conversation with Ava. She realizes she’s just dropping bomb after bomb right now, throwing them like firecrackers and imagining Ava dance around them. She can practically see them exploding in Ava’s eyes as Mary’s words rearrange what Ava had thought before this conversation.

This is big. This is Mary holding up a mirror to Ava’s face and telling her to look at the truth. Part of her knows she’s going to regret this. If Ava didn’t shut up about Bea before, now that Mary has said something, has opened the proverbial door… God, she’s going to be so annoying.

Ava (9:41 PM): there’s so much to say about her though Ava (9:41 PM): she’s funny and she’s insanely intelligent Ava (9:41 PM): and she’s the first person i want to talk to when something good happens Ava (9:42 PM): or something bad Ava (9:42 PM): or something funny Ava (9:42 PM): oh. Ava (9:42 PM): shit.

Something occurs to Mary, and she closes her messages, opening her phone’s calendar. She scrolls back a week and her eyes widen as she reads the date.

Mary (9:43 PM): girl, i just checked the calendar. you went out with this guy on valentine’s day?!

Ava (9:43 PM): i didn’t notice!

Mary (9:43 PM): and THEN you went home and took BEA out for coffee?

Ava (9:44 PM): which wasn’t a date

Mary (9:44 PM): from the sounds of it, coulda fooled me

Mary nearly throws her phone but the only place for it to go is over Shannon’s legs onto the other couch cushion.

And Shannon has that look on her face like she wants to cry or scream or do both, so Mary’s priorities shift. She puts the phone down on the table and turns, sliding one arm across Shannon’s shoulders and rubs her fingers against the bone there.

“Hey,” she murmurs. “You okay?”

“I don’t know why she’s so hard on herself.” Shannon sighs. “I mean, I know why she is. And if I ever meet her parents-”

“There’s a line, I know.”

“And I’m at the front of it.”

Mary smiles humorlessly. “I think you might be second.”

“Good,” Shannon murmurs. “Bea needs as many people in her life as she can get.”

“Who she has is a good place to start.” Mary rubs at Shannon’s shoulder again and leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head.

Bea (9:46 PM): Ava says that sometimes, she wishes she could fight my mind for me.

Shannon (9:46 PM): I think you should let her.

Bea (9:47 PM): I think she would win.

Shannon (9:47 PM): Good Shannon (9:47 PM): It’s because she loves you, Beatrice.

Bea (9: 48 PM): I’m worried that, if she ever did, that feeling would be long gone before I was ready.

Mary shifts away as Shannon focuses on her phone, tongue poked out between her teeth as she starts a long message. It’s been a minute since Ava texted her back. A long time for Ava, who fires off texts as quickly as her thoughts come. But this whole conversation has been filled with pauses. It’s a different side of Ava.

It’s an Ava who had the world shift and is now dealing with the fallout. Mary gets it.

But she wonders, is deciding to be in a relationship so hard for other people?

Because it wasn’t hard for her. It was probably one of the easiest things she’s ever done in her life. It happened so naturally, so - what’s the word Camila says? Organically. She’s so in love with Shannon, even if she shrugs it off when people poke fun at her for it. She’s not above telling anyone how much Shannon means to her, but she is better at showing it.

Acts of service, Camila told her, when they did some stupid quiz where they asked about love languages. She hadn’t even known there were so many of them. She always thought she was just kind of okay at loving Shannon. Turns out, she was doing better than she thought, giving Shannon what it seemed like she wanted and needed. And once she figured it out, it happened as naturally as their relationship did. Maybe they just got lucky to have it so easy.

Her phone beeps and Mary rolls her eyes at Ava’s message. Or maybe she and Shannon were just smart enough to use their damn words.

Ava (9:48 PM): do you think she’d want to go out with me?

Mary (9:48 PM): i don’t get paid enough for this conversation.

Ava (9:49 PM): my friendship is payment enough

Shannon hears Mary huff, feels the air across her shoulder. But she’s too busy to turn and give her the attention, too focused to hear about whatever thing Ava said that made Mary feel like she needed to pretend to be annoyed. Because she’s trying to come up with something to make Bea understand that she is worth all the praise people bestow on her. She’s so brave, so committed to healing the wounds her parents etched into her.

Bea needs to know that despite them, she is coming into who she deserves to be. And she’s got someone she deserves to love within her reach.

Shannon (9:51 PM): Anyone who is worth your time will understand and hold that space for you until you’re ready for something so big. You ARE making progress, Bea. I remember you as a freshman, so afraid of your own shadow. And now you’re bold and strong. You’ve come so far. And Ava has been a big part of that. She’s brought out this part of you that everyone knew you had, but you were too afraid to show. Shannon (9:52 PM): She’s good for you.

And before Bea can say anything, Shannon texts her again.

Shannon (9:52 PM): I know you’d be good for her too.

Shannon bites her lip and thinks before she types out, “You should tell her how you feel. She won’t say no.” But she stops and erases it. Maybe it’s too much for Bea to handle right now. Maybe she needs to slow down.

But another part of her, a voice that whispers excitedly in her ear and sounds just like her mother before she gives away a particularly juicy bit of gossip, says, “You could say it.”

She could. She could be the little push that gets the cart rolling. She could be the one at their wedding telling this story. She can see it in her mind: Bea, flushed with embarrassment. Ava, smiling fondly and teasing Bea for having a crush on her. She can hear the glasses clinking as people call for a kiss and feel the claps on her shoulder when people thank her for helping them take that first step.

Mary sinks further back into the couch and stretches her legs out on the coffee table. Shannon doesn’t even notice. She’s working something over in her mind, and she has this look on her face. Mary can see the wheels turning, recognizes exactly where she’s seen that look before, and she doesn’t like where they’re going.

“We’re not playing matchmaker,” she warns.

Shannon’s cheeks pinken slightly. “Did I say we were going to play matchmakers?”

“You didn’t have to. I can see it written all over your face.” Mary shakes her head when Shannon opens her mouth to argue, resolutely. “I’m not getting in the middle of this.”

“We’re already in the middle of this,” Shannon points out.

“Fine. We’re not getting more in the middle of this.” Mary says it firmly. “These two idiots need to figure the rest out on their own. They don’t need hand-holding.”

“I think that this conversation has proven they need hand-holding,” Shannon argues.

Mary can’t tell her that’s not true, because it is. Ava is coming to a lot of realizations tonight, and she wouldn’t have gotten there without Mary sticking herself into the middle of it. She knows it. Shannon knows it. And that infuriatingly addictive smile slowly stretching across her face, transforming into a full blown grin means Shannon knows she knows it too.

“No,” she warns. She opens her mouth to say more when her phone goes off again.

Ava (9:53 PM): mary, i can’t not think about this now

Mary (9: 54 PM): could you talk to me about it a little less?

Ava (9:55 PM): but you’re the only one who knows!

Mary snorts. “I don’t think you’re that slick, kid.”

Shannon laughs as she reads it. “No, the only one who doesn’t know is Bea.” Her head tilts to the side, a knowing look crossing her face. “You still think they don’t need a little nudge?”

Mary sighs, surrendering to Shannon’s logic and gives in.

Mary (9:56 PM): listen, baby girl. don’t just think about it. do something about it!

Ava (9:56 PM): i don’t want to do something she doesn’t want to do Ava (9:56 PM): this isn’t trying jamaican food from the burrito place Ava (9:56 PM): this is our friendship

This means the world to me, Mary reads between the lines. She can’t help but smile. Mary talks a lot of shit most days, grunts her way through conversations that require a bit more finesse than she’s comfortable with, but she’s got a soft spot for her friends. A softer spot for Ava.

Ava (9:57 PM): i don’t wanna fuck this up

Ava has a lot of them wrapped around her finger. Even Lilith, who would never admit it, even under penalty of death. But it’s there. It’s real. They’d all go to the ends of the Earth for Ava Silva. Beatrice would be leading the charge.

Mary (9:57 PM): then just hold onto it for now. you don’t have to say anything yet Mary (9:58 PM): but you should think about it Mary (9:58 PM): because i think you’d be good together. Mary (9:59 PM): and you’re right. you deserve a sparkly love interest. and bea is miles better looking than that edward guy

Ava (9:59): i knew you were paying attention last weekend

Mary (9:59 PM): you don’t know shit

Ava sends back an emoji with its tongue hanging out and its eyes rolling around its head. Mary closes her phone. That’s enough for tonight.

Shannon opens her phone one last time. Bea probably won’t text her back tonight, but that’s okay. She doesn’t open herself up a lot, doesn’t always tell Shannon what she’s thinking. She hopes Bea does that with Ava. She hopes Bea lets Ava see all the parts of herself that she hides away from everyone else, afraid to look those parts of herself in the eyes.

Because Bea deserves it. Bea, in Ava’s words, deserves her own great romance.

She deserves it with someone who loves her as much as Ava seems like she does.

And Ava might not have known it. Ava may have just figured it out tonight, pieces she didn’t notice independently coming together into a whole picture. But Ava does now. And Ava will continue to love Bea the way she deserves to be loved. Shannon knows it just by looking at the two of them together. The way they fit so easily, the way she fits with Mary.

Shannon (10:00 PM): Be honest. Be direct. Tell her how you feel. If you never say anything, you’ll never know and you might just miss your chance. Shannon (10:00 PM): Just use your words, Beatrice. You’ll be surprised what happens when you do.

She sighs, sinking down into the cushion and dropping her head down on Mary’s shoulder. “We’re totally the parents of the friend group.”

“I hate that.”

Shannon smiles as she turns her head, pressing it into Mary’s soft shirt and breathing in the smell of sandalwood and their laundry detergent. This is her favorite place to be in the world, tucked into Mary’s side like there’s no one else around.

Her mind goes to Bea. Is that what she feels like when she’s with Ava? She hopes so. Everyone deserves to have this feeling at one point in their lives. For all of their life, if they’re lucky.

“Think they’ll take our advice?” Mary asks quietly.

Shannon thinks about it. “In time. They’ll figure it out when they’re ready.”

“Lord help me, it better be before we graduate.” Mary shimmies down a little, catching the television remote with her foot and kicking it towards Shannon’s hand. “Because if they haven’t gotten it together by graduation night, I’m going to sic Lilith on them.”

Shannon laughs and presses the power button on the remote. “No you won’t.”

“No, I won’t,” Mary mumbles. “But I’ll want to.”

Shannon pats her knee gently. “I know, babe.”

Mary turns, presses her lips to the crown of Shannon’s head. “I love you.”

Something soft in Shannon’s chest melts even further. “I love you too.”

She feels Mary smile against her hair and then turn her attention back to the television. They’re done talking about feelings for the night and that’s okay. Mary will make her tea before bed and pull down her side of the comforter and leave the bathroom light on for her when she’s done brushing her teeth. And in the morning she’ll make Shannon breakfast even though she’s going to go eat with Ava, and she’ll say I love you a hundred different ways that aren’t those three little words.

Sometimes, that’s enough. But sometimes, Shannon likes to hear the way they sound coming out of Mary’s mouth.

And she knows Ava will like the way they sound coming out of Bea’s mouth too.

You can do it, Beatrice, she thinks to herself. Just be brave.

(more forever roomates)

#forever roommates #warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #we're trying something new!#new perspective new format new everything!#everyone say thank you kay thank you kay #that's just a tag that exists on everything i write and it SHOULD!#nervous about this one folks so be very nice to me #the end is in sight! there is a plan!#this has been such an experience and i'm having the best time #if you're reading this far down i love you #and one more thing tell someone you love them because it is wednesday on my side of the world AND I HATE WEDNESDAYS

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lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats · 2 years ago

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

——— BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME: Tagg/erung

PRONOUNS: They/Them/Tired AF

ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces/Leo/Scorpio (yes I'm FUCKED)

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single. I can deal. Would prefer not to tho.

——— THREE FACTS! ♡

1 - I used to model professionally pre-panini

2 - Remy got his own blog originally so he would be a secret and I would avoid having too much interaction while I fucked around figuring out how to write him, and now somehow this bitch has taken over my threadtracker. I cannot tell you how.

3 - Dr. Pepper Strawberries & Cream current fixation drink send halp

——— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: Tumblr. Dicksword when the other person has ditched tumblr entirely which is rare.

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: sometimes plotting, sometimes memes. Things can be built from memes, but honestly I’ve found that eventually I need a plot. It’s the easiest way to get me invested. Please plot long ass shit with me, you will gain interest.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: usually femme af, but somehow I've been gaining more male muses lately so honestly I think the divide is now 50/50 and so is my pref??? idk Hot and a A Problem, there, that's my gender preference

MULTI OR SINGLE: multi! Remy was purely to satisfy my insecurity and desire to work the blog aesthetic around him. But I will never ditch my multi for all single blogs.

LEAST FAVORITE FACECLAIM(S): El.izabeth Ol.sen, C.aity L.otz

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: fluff exists solely so that angst may hurt more. I will write the most tooth-rotting shit...so that when something happens it is all the more ouch.

ANGST: *insert give it to me now gif*

SMUT: look I really enjoy writing smut because it's a big part of a dynamic for allo characters, even some acespec, so I will gladly write smut IF IF IF it is part of a full plot with multipara writing that does more than insert tab a into slot b. If you're here just to insta-ship and have your muse diddle Remy...definitely the wrong blog.

tagged by: @dilffactory

tagging: if you haven’t done it yet and would like to, please do!

#;out of cards #;munday

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shmooooo · 3 months ago

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so now when i watch &team videos.. (is it me or you fo it too?) i also start looking out for yuma

like.. what is this behavior now? do i need halp?

-⭐

No bc same!! My bestie and I were watching &team performances the other day and whenever I saw Yuma (sometimes seeking him out, sometimes not), he just??? The behaviour?? The pain?? What is he on???? I'm absolutely not complaining bc good for him that he's hot and knows it but can he leave me alone, please

Also Jo has been on my mind wayyyy too much these past days and I'm suffering

#04z be hitting hard #i need them to stop #✉️: mail for isa #mutuals 💫#yun ⭐️#&team

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nyx-umbrakinesis · 4 months ago

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So fucking sexy from the start! The bite of the cuffs! And fucking hell the cold metal bar being hooked behind our knees spreading us wide and vulnerable is fucking everything I need omfg u can't even begin to describe how much I fucking need it, how fucking feral that position makes me!!! 😩😩😩😩🥵🥵🥵🥵🤤🤤🤤🫦🫦🫦

Being all alone and so horny, calling out to see if Vox will let us go, to see if he's even listening or if we've been left alone like this, in an almost empty room, feels so fucking ughhshjsjsbdhd fuck me disndkdkwj fuck 😭😭😭😩😩😩💜

And oh shit so many screens, he's not even gonna be there with us! But fuck he's fucking watching! 🥵🥵🥵😩😩😩

Out bravado immediately being met with the machine powering up, oh be still my beating cunt 🥵🥵🥵🥵😭

The cool metallic feel of it and the stretch omfg I'm already shaking ma'am so fucking good omfg!!! How do you do this to me everytime, I'm a fucking incoherent babbling mess for your words!???!!!! 😩😩😩😭😭🥵🥵🥵🥵🤤🤤🫦🫦💜💜🥺🥺💀💀💀🫠🫠

The machine claiming us! Fuck what a choice of words, we belong to a machine, Vox's machine as he watches it fill us up! Omfg fuck I'm dead 😭😩

The machine humming almost in response to our moan makes me feel like Vox can feel everything through the machine and fuck me there go my knickers RIP 😩😭🥺💀💜🥵

Oh fuck the cervix stretching paired with Vox's smug sarcastic rhetorical question if we like it omfg he's such and arrogant arse that needs to fuck me right now! 😩😩😩💜😭

And fuck you can hhhear him getting his cock out while telling us to tell him how fucking much we like it in such filthy detail!! Fuck me get me in this scene right fucking now! 😩😩😩

Throbbing and squeezing around it as we beg Vox while he teases us omfg so delicious sjjdkwkabd 🥵🥵🥵💀💀💀💀

Oh fuck and we can he him wanking over us, fuckkkkebsnsnnene and his words omfg halp 😭😭😭😩😩😩🥵🥵 so filthy so much need more fuck fuck fuck!!! 😩😩😩🥵🥵🫠🫠🫠🤤🤤🤤💜💀... I had to take a break here omfg 😭...

Oh fuck, how fucking audibly wet we are as he finally let's the machine start fucking us omfg 🥵🥵🥵😭

'The cuffs bit into your wrists, holding you in place, and with each thrust, you were reminded that you had no choice but to take everything Vox was giving you. The thought made molten liquid pool between your legs – a mix of demeaning and deliciously erotic, knowing you were being used as his personal plaything, his private material to get off.' oh you bitch fuck me that was too fucking good omfg jdjskiwhrbe 🥵💀🥵😭🥵💀🤤💜😩🫠😭🥵🫦🫦🫦🥺😭😭😭😭

And then the attempt as sass which Vox immediately counters with the machine and his smug agreement fuck you write him too fucking hot fuck me fuckity fuckfuckffusjsnd 🥵🥵🫠😩

Even as he's clearly fucking his own hand 😭 and then he tells us he's recording us omfg RIP my ovaries fuck that clench hurt woman that fucking spasm!!! 😭😭😭😭

Oh fuck jdndmsms then he forces us to cum with him fuckkkkebsnsnnene fuck me fuck ruensms 😭😩🫠🥵🥺🥵😩🫦😭💜😭🥺🫠🤤😭💀💀💀

And he keeps it going, dragging it out for so long we get overstimulated and only then giving us reprieve fuck! 😭🤤😩🥵

And him with his own cum on his face fcuj that's so sexy and then asking when he's going to actually fuck us making him blue screen is everything 😩🥵 but fuck now we're trapped until he boots up again and we know full well he's not going to let that slide as it make him black out... We know he's gonna return the favour via machine 😩🥵😭😭💜��💀🥺🫦🫦🥵😩🤤

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, masturbating!vox, sex toy, penetration, bondage, dom/sub undertone, lots of f-bombs dropped, consensual play

The leather cuffs bit into your wrists, the taut straps digging into your skin as you squirmed against them. Your legs were spread wide, forced apart by a thick, cold metal bar hooked behind your knees, rendering you completely exposed. The surrounding room was eerily sparse, save for the gleaming obsidian-coloured machine at the centre. Its dark surface shimmered beneath the cold, artificial blue light cast from the array of monitors encircling you. Most of the screen flickered blank, their glow barely illuminating the space by making the shadows seem deeper, more oppressive.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips, your body already thrumming with anticipation. Your cunt clenched involuntarily, then relaxed, the slow, pulsing need growing nigh unbearable. You bit your lower lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape as your arousal dripped out from you, a slick heat sliding down from your inner lips.

“B-boss,” you breathed, shivering at the sensation of the cool air caressing your bare skin, teasing the sensitive edges of your desire. “How long are you going to keep me like this?” You asked, voiced laced with playful defiance as you smirked despite yourself. “Time is money, after all,” you added with a low, husky whisper, your tongue teasingly curling around his name. “Vox.”

A sharp crackle of static filled the room, and then Vox’s face appeared – surrounding you, filling every screen. “Oh, Sunshine,” he chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re off the clock tonight.” His lips pulled upwards into a wicked grin as his piercing red eyes locked onto yours through the cameras, narrowing slightly in dark amusement. “So don’t worry about that. This isn’t company’s time, after all.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a laugh that threatened to betray your own excitement. “What are you going to do, then?” You taunted, raising an eyebrow as you let your gaze drift down your body, your nipples hardening under the cool air. “Just sit there and stare at me, like this?” Your voice dropped to a sultry murmured as your muttered, “Pervert.”

His low, dark laughter filled the room, echoing around you, before a sudden mechanical hum cut through the sound. A sharp yelp escaped your lips as the machine came to life, the phallic-shaped appendage rising from its centre. It pressed its cool, metallic tip against your throbbing heat, sending a jolt of desperate want through your entire body. Slowly, agonizingly, the bulbous head nudged into you, parting your slick folds with its firm, unyielding girth. You gasped as it stretched you, every inch sinking deeper, your wetness making it easy for the machine to claim you.

"Oh fu–" The words caught in your throat as the machine hissed to life, juddering forward. Inch by inch, its cock sank inside you, stretching you wide, filling you in ways you hadn’t imagined. “Ah–mhm,” you moaned, your head lolling to the side, your breath shuddering with every push. The machine hummed, almost as if it were pleased, burrowing deeper, filling you completely. It hit places within you that made your toes curl, sparking sensation that jolted your body to life.

Your breaths turned into heavy pants, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you squirmed beneath the machine’s relentless pace. Each inch of its smooth length glided against your inner walls, the sensation overwhelming as it pushed further, deeper. When it finally reached the tender, fleshy wall inside you, a sharp gasp escaped your lips – a mixture of pleasure and pain as your cervix strained to accommodate the size.

“Ah–!” Your cry was soft but desperate, the intense pleasure teetering on the edge of too much. Just before it crossed that threshold, the machine stilled, its presence a heavy, pulsing weight deep within you. Your body responded on instinct, your walls clenching and twitching around the thick cock buried inside you, begging for more. You could feel the heat blooming between your legs, your body trembling with the need to be filled and used.

“You like that, don’t you?” Vox’s voice echoed through the room, distant yet commanding, dripping with dark amusement. You heard the faint rustle of his clothes, followed by a soft, satisfied sigh that made your skin prickle. “Mmm…tell me, baby doll, tell me how much you like being stuffed full, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll reward you.”

Your face flushed with heat, the fire in your cheeks spreading down to where the machine still stretched you wide. The last remnants of your pride crumbled under the pressure, replaced with sheer, unadulterated need.

“Oh, fuck–Vox, please,” you grasped, your voice breaking as you strained against the bindings, your hips wriggling on the machine’s cock. “Please, fuck me… I feel so full, so stretched – Vox, please!” The words poured out of you, each plea more breathless than the last. Your cunt clenched tight around the artificial cock, squeezing as if to pull it deeper.

You made the mistake of imagining it was Vox inside you instead, and that single thought send a flood of fresh arousal rushing from your, your slickness coating the machine. The ache in your core only grew stronger, your entire body sparking like live wire.

Vox’s voice crackled through the speakers again, but this time it was low, roughly, dripping with lust. You could hear the unmistakable wet sound of his hand working himself, the soft groans slipping past his lips as he watched you write on the machine. “That’s right, baby doll,” he growled, his voice laced with heat. “Keep begging. I want to hear every filthy word.”

“Please, Vox,” you whispered, voice trembling as your body quaked with insurmountable need. “Fuck me good, please…”

That was all it took. The machine’s crimson eyes lit up, glowing ominously, and with a loud whirl, it surged to life again. The first thrust was slow, almost teasing, the thick cock easing in and out, deliciously stretching you out once more. The wet squelch of your arousal filled the air as it slid through your soaked folds, each pump driving deeper, harder, making your entire body tremble with desire.

It began to pick up pace, the rhythmic thrusts intensifying, each one sending jolts of pleasure through your core. The wet, lewd sounds grew louder, echoing through the dark room, as the machine relentlessly fucked you – just the way you’d begged for.

“Ah, fuck,” you moaned, head falling back as the machine drove into you relentlessly. Your neck exposed, a vulnerable column of bare skin glistening with sweat as your chest heaved, breathless from the onslaught. The cold floor beneath you was unforgiving, adding to the harsh contrast between your restraint and the brutal way the machine was fucking you.

The cuffs bit into your wrists, holding you in place, and with each thrust, you were reminded that you had no choice but to take everything Vox was giving you. The thought made molten liquid pool between your legs – a mix of demeaning and deliciously erotic, knowing you were being used as his personal plaything, his private material to get off.

“L-like what you see?” You panted, trying to hold on to some semblance of control, though your voice was shaky and breathless. The air pistons hissed louder, the machine’s pace increasing as it plotted into you harder, faster. “Ah, ah, fuck!” You cried, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge, each impact against your g-spot sending electric currents down your body. The wet, obscene sounds of your arousal bounced against the wall, sealing your approval in a way that words couldn’t.

“That’s right, baby,” Vox’s voice was thick with lust, his breathing uneven as his arm worked in a steady, repetitive motion. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore, his ragged pants and grunts proof of how much he was enjoying the sight of your being fucked brainless. “I’m recording this,” he growled, the strain in his voice growing as his strokes became faster, more frantic. “Gonna watch it every time I need to jerk off,” he panted, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as his breathing hitched.

The machine, as if sensing its master’s own impending climax, kicked into overdrive. With a sharp surge of energy, the pace became wild, erratic. Each thrust pounded into you with ferocity, the thick cock slamming into your g-spot again and again, your cervix kissed with every brutal stroke.

Your ears were filled with the sound of wet slaps, the machine whirring, hissing, louder and louder. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You gasped, your body squirming helplessly beneath the ferocity of the machine as your orgasm approached like a tidal wave, ready to crash over you. “Fuck me!” You screamed, saliva slipping from the corner of your mouth, your head thrashing side to side. You were desperate – so, so close, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside you.

“Fuuuuck!” Vox’s moan was long and drawn out, the sound distorted as his voice glitched, signalling his release. The wet sounds of his climax filled your ears, and it was all you needed.

The moment his groan hit you, your body tensed, your cunt spamming violently around the thick shaft inside you. Your orgasm hit with explosive force, your walls clenching and pulsing as you cried out, the waves of pleasure completely crashing over you and taking you under. The machine didn’t slow, continuing to pelt you with overwhelming sensation, picking you further and further into a new territory you have never experienced before.

Your mouth hung open, a silent scream on your lips as your body convulsed, something warm and wet spilling out of you in a powerful spray. Your squirt red hard, drenching the machine, your arousal coating every inch of its cock as it milked every last drop from you.

It wasn’t until your moans turned into small sobs of over-stimulation that the machine finally slowed, its movements easing into a crawl. The thick cock remained buried deep inside you, your cunt still twitching and squeezing around it as if refusing to let go. Your body trembled as you tried to catch your breath.

Your vision blurred with exhaustion as you blinked your eyes open, barely able to focus on the monitors surrounding you. There was Vox, staring at you with a mixture of triumph and satisfaction, a droplet of his own release smeared across his face.

A weak smile tugged at your lips as you exhaled a shaky laugh. “So, boss, when are you going to come down here and fuck me with your cock?”

Vox blinked, his expression faltering for just a moment before something sparked – literally. A small arc of blue electricity snapped from the tip of his antenna, and his face flickered until it turned into a solid blue with small white writing across it.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “Looks like I’m not the only one who got fucked brainless,” you teased, your voice hoarse, but filled with a satisfied warmth.

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whoshorns · 5 months ago

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Horny Tumblr pls Help, I am going to ruin my coworkers relationship and im not even trying

They came up to me with a basket today (this happens multiple times a day at work as everyone uses it as an excuse to talk to me) And they like teasingly went "youd like that wouldnt you?" As they like denied me the basket. Then they did it again and went "arent you pathetic?" And to say i was flirted was an understatement. And i got all flustered and had to like text them being like "that was way too hot, you shouldnt do that unless ur trying to" and then they like profusely apologized but their girlfriend has already expressed that she doesnt want him to get too close with me while their dating because ive sucked his dick. But it was one time! And he didnt really talk with me much after that until he started dating her, at which point hes been more proactive about wanting to do things with me. Im down but like. Halp is he sending the signals i think hes sending??

#hes so hot i would simply not be able to say no if he wanted to bone #but im also so confused #hes also interacting with my worksona 90% of the time aand idk what to do with that can of worms #also what im textposting

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11271976-07142023 · 1 year ago

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Part of my newly found happiness is knowing you’re not hurting anymore. I never wanted you to leave, to ‘end’, but I very much wanted your pain and suffering to leave, to end. It’s a relief, that you’re no longer going through that. I felt your relief when you came out of your body. I can’t ever forgot that feeling. Ever. It was something I never imagined I’d ever feel/experience. You gave that to me, somehow. I know I was the only one in that room to feel/experience it. It made me happy🥰. Hence why I was the only one smiling, with no tears. I was puzzled, bc I looked around like, omg did y’all feel that?! 😃! Butno. Nobody else did. They were looking at me puzzled. 🙃🙃🙃. You were still there, my love. In me, maybe ? I dunno but you were still very much going. One day I’ll experience what you did. I do hope to see you again. You haven’t been in my dreams. Not since the ugly dream. Of you fading in and out, and Canada falling in love with some new Pisces woman who was very much Andrea. Haha 🔪🔪🔪. I know I’ve been a fool. For too long. But you’d say he’s the fool. You have said that. You said fuck him. He doesn’t deserve me. You right.

I miss you. Holidays are not the same without you. I would’ve wanted you here with me. I wouldn’t have went back home if you were here w me. Bc it was always like, eh, we have each other, & that’s all you and I ever needed. I’m missing a part of myself, Kurtis. It’s best we had not lived together. It’s best we lived parted. It was drawn out that way bc this is all I could handle. I was partially weened from you. It’s probably why you couldn’t speak to me, either. Bc …that was all that you and I could handle.

I’ve been a wreck. A happy depressed sad wreck ?¿ I’ll get better. I left Fish outside of the cage bc he was sleeeeping on the carpet. I don’t think he’s going to try to come up here. I love that Calliope stood down with him♥️. She did that last night as well, but he was in his kennel then. She can’t lose her big poppa rn. I’ll try to extend his life as much as I can, if it’s what he wants, which so far, it has been what he’s wanted. You.. you were a little different lol I was the only reason you were fighting. And I’m certain even then you were questioning it. You knew as well as I did that you were coming here. We would have never left each other alone. And ppl can talk and assume their reasons, but nobody else mattered. Especially their idiotic reasons. You could’ve had so many other women. Women/girls 🙃. Cute girls. Small girls. Hot girls. But no, you still wanted Miss Piggy lolll. Definitely not putting myself down, just bein silly.

I’m not going to rush to leave. I’ll leave when it feels right. As I do w everything. You comin with? Help me drive? 🙂♥️. I miss our road trips. Even though we’d be at each others throats near the end lol.

I’ve loved. I’ve been loved. And it was all true. And if it doesn’t happen again, I’d be fine with that.

Do me a favor? Halp Fishy stay downstairs to rest with MsKittyCalliope? That kennel thing.. I understand why, but he’s better off outside of it bc nobody wants to lie next to their potty 24/7 lol no matter how many times I swap it out lol that litter is just so messy and it’s impossible to keep tidy. Him restin on the carpet is okay. I shoulda put him a blanky but I didn’t think. He could pull the one from the couch down. I’m not going back down there again rn. I don’t want to wake him. I should sleep. I’ll shower and pack my bag in the morning. Minimal bag. Lazy clothes. Probably no makeup bag either. I just want to go for one day then come back the next bc mommas gotta make some $, & Fishy needs to be home. I don’t want to hear it from my family. They’re lucky I’m even making the trip out there, especially for just a day. Maybe day & a half.. I’d like to get my nails done out there & get a pedi done 👀. ..haha. I’ll think about it. Only if I feel up to it, Kurtis. I’ll have to research prices lol I am keeping some, duh, you know that, I just don’t know which. I’ll know when I see everything. But I know you’d want me to sell some to make $ lol heck, you were trying to sell them, too. Maybe. I ain’t makin promises. I also am not looking forward to what ppl have to say if they see that I am but you right, fuck them. Nothing I do is anybody’s goddamn business. Just yours and you already know. And I can feel you encouraging me lol still doesn’t mean I’ll do it.. lol lie with me, will ya? Scratch my .. no loll not my back this time, for once. Scratch ma fat head. And call me Baby. Like you would do. Tell me you love me. I never ever got tired of hearing it. I could have said it more. I’m learning. I hid a lot of love for you. I regret that. I am sorry. I hope you know now how much I loved you/how much I do love you still.

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btsfan15 · 4 years ago

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*searches how to be a volleyball net*

#bts #bts jin #kim seokjin #jin #jinnie #kimseokjinnie #worldwidehandsomejin #worldwidecutieguyjin #worldwidefunnyguyjin #cutejin #adorablejin #sillyjin #funnyjin #hotjin #sexyjin #btsbutter #butterconceptphotoversion4 #HALP ME HES TOO HOT #I JUST WANNA KISS HIM SO BAD 😩🤚🏽

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shirks-all-responsibilities · 2 years ago

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THIS FICCCC!! I pull it up for a re-read when I wanna experience the enthralling slow burn of tension and the clever dialogues and storyline and scorching smut washing over me. I wish I could go back and read it for the first time, to experience it again anew? My eyeballs not moving from word to word fast enough because I was DYING to know what came next and YOU DELIVEREDDD.

The way you write Tess and Joel's individual dialogues and preserve their dynamic is PITCH PERFECT, it feels like they've jumped straight from the show and into this fic? And your take on grumpy post-outbreak pre-TLOU Joel here is just DELISH!! With some of those tags (angry, semi-enemies, manhandling, slight sadism) I was expecting a different tone, but you've characterized Joel with a more nuanced flavor of these things, with more softness…

the drivers behind them driven more by his misery and sadness and self-loathing and guilt than anything else. He has this little soft vulnerable center hidden in the middle of him to be drawn out at the right moments, and along with his need for release and catharsis, it all coalesces into something INFINITELY HOTTER than your average grumpy rough dom character and I melt for this type of complex subtext every time I see it in fic. Thank youuuuuu.

The LISTEN motif? That “Like hell you listen. No one does. Not even Tess" line might be one of my favorite Joel lines in fic? The attitude, the exasperation, poor grumpy Joel bby! 😆 But THENNN you go and up the ante, shifting the concept into their sexytimes dynamic: "you gonna listen?", "you gonna listen as good as you did last night?" Hot as fkkkkk? "I'll be good for you" ??? "I'LL LISTEN" ??? HALP?? And alsoooo, “You say my name when you cum, y’hear?” might be a contender for another all-time favorite Joel fic line? Classics, every one.

The WATCH motif? The teasing flirtation of seeing vs. watching in their early conversation? Then later as she rides him, how "rather than close his eyes, he wants to watch…his eyes never stop watching…so you watch, too." The shifting depth of meaning? How they listen and see and watch each other in different ways early on and later in the fic? I love this?

And OK, I would sell my soul to hear the "positively sinful" sounds of Joel's voice when he comes, and when he rumbles that dialogue right next to her ear, there would just be no recovering from that. NONE. DED.

This conception of their both needing the same kind of thing as the other, "I just wanna…feel something, even if it hurts a little"? These two little damaged bbys? "You want to be used. You want to be ruined" just hits different? The mix of softness and roughness in Joel's lovemaking, the slow savoring and taking in of her mixed in with the rough devastating pace? How it culminates with her telling him she sees him, them forehead to forehead, THAT KISS HE INITIATES WHILE THEY COME? I am in horny shambles??? 🥵🥵🥵

The story is SOOOO engaging, the way the reader got wrapped up in Tess's dealings and the high stakes at hand, the slow reveal of what happened, the implications of her violence and parallels with Joel, the anguish of the long hours waiting and not knowing…so well written?!

A few other things I loved…I love the way that little studio apartment feels so small, so stifling. The way reading chapter 3 had me wanting to crawl the walls just like she was. And I love how she still respects the privacy of his notebook, how this says so much about her regard for him? The few passages where you focus on the sounds of the environment are also a personal fave of mine, the way that grounds a scene, conveys the comfort, domesticity, or uneasiness being felt…love it. And it's more clear in Reckless (which I need to READ AGAIN NOW), but I love how their age gap really isn't THAT large, especially since she's older (doin the Zepellin math) yet he treats her like she's some young kid, which is SO JOEL and I love it.

And a few other lil things that tickled me? Those "mostly fresh sheets" Joel acknowledges 😆. That little "(Thanks, Tess.)" mental side eye when she learns Tess told Joel she asked for him first thing. 😋 And bless you for the iconic Joel visuals that shined here, the spread knees and hand movement, the wall lean with The Stance moment. BLESS.

And that epilogue, the angst, the unsaid yearning, how he leads her through that threshold, so open ended!

Just ALL THE FIC BLESSINGS UPON YOU for this one. A forever keeper.

SEEING YOU, SEEING ME THE COMPLETED SERIES

After handling a life-or-death favor for Tess, you're in deep shit. Until she can make things right, she suggests you lay low at her place for the week. The issue? It's also Joel Miller's place, and you're pretty sure he hates you.

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader (Joel x You) Rating: Explicit ( 18+ ) Word Count: 16K Tags: No Spoilers; Pre-TLOU, Mentions of death and violence, Age gap/difference, Slow burn, Angry!Joel, Eventual Smut, Semi-Enemies to Fuckers, Alcoholism, Mention of drug abuse, Masturbation, Manhandling, Light choking, Slight Sadism, Touch starved idiots, Guided Masturbation, Oral sex (f/m receiving), Protected p-i-v (wrap before you tap!), Dirty talk, Pet names, Open-ended epilogue Series Playlist: Found on Spotify

CHAPTERS

01. THERE, EVERYWHERE

02. BREAK IT TO ME GENTLY

03. THEY ARE TWO ALONE

04. CAN'T QUIT YOU, BABY

05. IN THE AIR TONIGHT

06. REACH OUT, TOUCH FAITH

EPILOGUE

ADDITIONAL STORIES

reckless. (a future one-shot.)

( Visit the AO3 story. )

#ficrec #fic fkn rec #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #tess is a badass #essay time #just wanted to express my love #for this fic #and wrote over 10 paragraphs 😆

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shoutogepi · 4 years ago

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this is random but can anyone help me find a fic :’( it’s sero x reader nsfw and reader is a part of baku squad (i think??) and they all live together? and she’s been rly busy lately but she decides to hang one night and sero supplies everyone with bud and then they end up fucking ? idk why this just came to me as i’m trying to fall asleep lol but if someone could link me up i’d be so grateful 💗💗💗

#weed fics are too rare for me to not fic rec them which is why i’m astonished i can’t find it #PLS HALP 😫 he was so hot in it omg #i think it was latino sero?? 👀👀#gimme that salchicha 👅#GDJDIDUD I GOT A 5 ON MY AP TEST AND FOR WHAT??? to call peepee sausage obviously #rosie rambles

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itd-be-gay-if-you-didnt · 6 years ago

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So almost every day I work with the same four other guys, and only one of them is absolutely drop dead gorgeous. He’s so nice, and he’s quiet, and he’s coifed, and he wears really cute shoes and pants and he does his hair really nicely. He’s definitely a twink but he’s also a jock and that turns me the fuck on. But he’s almost too cute. Like I know that two of the other guys are only 18, another guy I work with is only 16 and I thought he was in his twenties so clearly I’m not great at judging a guy’s age, so I keep telling myself everyday “don’t think about him like that, he’s probably 17 or 18 and that’s weird and inappropriate” and honestly I know it’s not appropriate ANYWAY considering he’s a coworker but STILL,, so regardless—age has eventually come up with the other guys by way of natural conversation so today I had an opportunity and I was like “hey Jesse how old are you?” And he said 27. He’s 27. I was an Entire Decade off. I swear my mouth was dry for the 5 hours we had left in our shift

#classicmattyboy #im screaming #target #help #boys #jongens #hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #fuck #fuck me immediately #HALP #i cant #hes too cute #hes just too hot #and now hes actually HAWT knowing hes older like HHHHH FUCK I CANT EVEN CONTAIN #sacred texts

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teecupangel · 2 years ago

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Your vamp au made me howl with laugher.

And I get a stupid idea here:

Purrrfect@always_purfect

I don't know about m＊thrfuking vampires but I think this dude really has some power. It's the FORCE！People! Sith is real！

You guys are with me? Yes? I know this is not the normal shit I do or normal fake news I enjoyed so much to tear apart while laughing like crazy.

After 6 fuxking hours video comparison with 3 more hours debates with every SW YouTubers and VTubers we can gathered at the moment.

It's goddamned real.

The vamp lover's eye color changed from honeybrown to sith gold in the 48 different videos and photos we could found.

From 32 phones, 6 photos, 5 shop cameras, 3car cameras and 2 honest to force Polaroid photos. If you have more video, send it to me！

From his ehh passioned defense of his bestfriend-it's on the Brazil national News- we can found a base color and even then they flashed gold when surrounding lights didn't change at all.

Look at these [1：27 from video2][0：43 from video8][6：05 from video39]. You can see his eye color changed to gold even in the shadows, yeah they were totally glowing The first time I thought it's reflect too. But they didn't change back to honey when he turned around to face [3：14 from video 11] and they just keep going all sith-y when he decided to make a run for it. *[Check for more traditional sith eye color and video lights detail analysis]*

How could we be so sure it's force？

Our (probably not) young Sith Lord wasn't touched by any person when he raced trough the whole mob.

Turned left at third blue guard bar 0.23s early to avoid a grab from a redhood male from behind. Keep his pace and dance though at least 5 intentionaltripping without looking at all. Dropped back 2 inches so a kid next to him didn't lost his balloon because their parents were trying too hard to get a good angle. Dogged at least 12 throwing projects. And so on. I could keep going all day about how it's impossible for human to do what he did. Our pitiful brain just do not have the processing power and spatial awareness for this.*[Check for more kinematic analysis ]*

But the truth is:

Not a single soul could touch him at all. If he's not a chairvoyance, the Force will it is the only answer.

# First real time video record of eagle vision in the human history and it's Desmond running from Leovamp fans # # Sith Lord Eyes#

@fanworldbuildingfun Okay. I did not expect a Star Wars conspiracy angle but I'm all in.

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@revengeofthesithwasagoodmovie reblogs @always_purfect

#anyone who has a better explanation to why his eyes glow like that step up #it's the camera setting is not a good enough explanation and y'all know it! #da vinci vampire lover #leonardo da vinci #da vinci secret lover not-salai #wanted da vinci boy #abstergo being shady af

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We've done it, guys. The Star Wars fandom has joined our search for our Da Vinci Vampire Lover. We've reached main stream. - 39 minutes ago

I thought we reached main stream when news outlets were talking about him? - 37 minutes ago

Nah. We only reach main stream when the Star Wars or Star Trek fandom joins us. - 36 minutes ago

How many days do you think before the SuperWhoLock fandom butts in? - 35 minutes ago

- 35 minutes ago

HOOOOWWW????? - 34 minutes ago

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yo @iamnotmyancestor you can clear this all up, man. Just send us a video of you saying you're not a sith. We all know you're a vampire.

hi @iamnotmyancestor are you a space vampire? (asking for a friend)

hey @iamnotmyancestor where do force lightning come from?

@iamnotmyancestor i swear this isn't star wars related, i need help with my term paper? halp???

"Can everybody please stop calling Da Vinci vampire lover space vampire? We call the white dudes from Stargate space vampire and he's too hot to be one" "I think Todd is hot" "Nobody asks, @toddthespacevampirelover"

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"Hey, guys... Am I a Sith?"

"No, Desmond. You're just a space vampire."

#Da Vinci's secret lover Not-Salai #ask and answer #desmond miles #all the crazy theories are popping out #and shaun keeps pinballing from having fun and wanting to strangle someone

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nyx-umbrakinesis · 4 months ago

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Oh fuck drinking and avoiding Alastor but inadvertently matching costumes... That's hot shit

Oh shit straight into fucking snogging him desperately omfg

And oh fuck he's already carrying us in fuck wrapping my legs around his waist oh god 😫

Oh god I fucking felt that brush against his stomach 🥵

Dragging down his buckles and torso mmmpppffff 🥵🥵🥵

Kit coming in hard already god I'm already dizzy omfg, his thigh and the bite and his name being sighed, I feel everything, fucking goosebumps and shivers 😩😩😩😩😩

His desperate need is fucking everything omfg I need to touch taste and feel him tooo 😭😭😭

Oh god, the boobs the fucking boobs, my heart is pounding I can't fucking breathe already 🫠🤤🥵😩😩😭😭😭

Fuck he's dying for my boobs Kit! 😭😭😭

Oh shit, asking of we did it for him! I fucking would! Anything!! Omfg the matching costumes are everything! 🥵🥵🥵

Oh shit the subtle threat... Fuck my panties are dead again 😭 fuck I will be sorry but I'll fucking sob for moreee! 🥵🥵🥵

Oh fuck his hungry kisses devouring me omfhfkansbjdje his fucking tongue everything! His fucking THIGH!!!! 😩😩😩🥵🥵💀💀💀

'you fed on his attention' 'you needed him to live' fuck how dare you call me out so fucking loud bitch omfg 😭😭😭

Oh shit, his cock down his trousers oh fucking shit oh fuck ufkcfusnmsns fuckkk 👀👀👀🫦🫦🫦🥵🥵🥵🥵🤤🤤 Fucking shaking I'm fucking shaking Kit already I'm fucking shaking fuck

Shit his line I fuck I'm broke my brain halp need to take a break cuz fucking fuck I couldn't even spell, shit I wanna cum on his thigh so badly! 😩😩😩😩

Oh fuck and his teasing nghhh fucking little shit playing with us oh fuck please Al fuck you fucking tease 😩🥵🥵🥵

Shit he agreed so fucking fast tho, I'm so fucking hot, my face I need to go live in the cold shower istg, I drank all my fucking water and my throat is still dry 😭😭

Oh shit he plans for more times, he wants to explore us hdnalhfsjbdkJhdbskak 👀👀👀🥵🥵🥵💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

God his fucking sassy dominance is fucking everything!!!! Fuck fuck Kit! Fuck! 😩😩😩🥵

Oh fuck the buckles on the nipples and the huge ass bite fuck my fuck ovaries be gone fuck right off it hurtttsss 😭😭😭😭😭 sobbing fucking dying and fucking sobbing Kit!!! 😭💜

Being so weak and fucking helpless as he fucks into us head thumping off the wall he's so fuckomg good fuck I can't I need this I fucking need him so bad fuck 😩😩😭😭😭🥵🥵🥵

Oh god feeling his throat with my mouth as he fucking moans oh my fuck fuck fuck sufndksjndkakwje 😭😭😭😫 I can't fuck... breathing gone halp 😭

Oh shit he was so tender at the end and fuck I need to feel his cock still in me too fucking hell fuck 😭😭

Marvelous I'm just gonna go and look for coffins now you two are determined to end me before October is over 😭😭😭💜

I clearly don't need to breathe ever again... Or live fuck 😭😭 you can have my soul please just spare my sanity 😭💜😫

A Pirate, A Wench, And Whiskey (Demon!Alastor x Reader)

CW: Closet sex, drunk sex thus murky consent, clothed sex, p n v sex, cream pies, thigh riding, biting, blood drinking Rated: Adult Requested by: @nyx-umbrakinesis Summary: Charlie decided hosting a costume party would be the best way for the residents to celebrate the season and for the hotel to get some grand publicity. Dressing up wasn't optional. Though you were proud of your bar wench costume- not too skimpy but just skimpy enough, not everyone announced their plans.

The result was a bar wench that did everything you could to avoid the red pirate, drowning your anxiety in shot after shot of whiskey only to find yourself cornered by the very man you could hardly look at when you made an attempt to retire for the night.

You danced, and you drank. You drank, and you danced. It was all in a desperate attempt to keep your mind off the one person it was most drawn to at the hotel costume party. It wasn't intended for your costume to match his,. He had told no one what he would dress up as or even if he would dress up.

Though people kept joking about your matching attire, how nicely it complemented each other, you did everything you could to avoid being even on the same side of the room as Alastor. The reality was you were far too terrified to speak to the tall demon dressed as a pirate, let alone make a game out of your unintentional stylistic matches.

The perfect complement of your outfits was nothing more than a coincidence that stroked the flames of your painfully one sided crush.

At least, you had thought it was a little, one sided crush.

That’s why you couldn’t wrap your mind around where you were right now, pressed between Alastor and the wall as he struggled to open the door next to you. His lips moved against yours, taking in the warm taste of whiskey on your lips.

The moment he turned the knob, he pulled you from the wall. Clawed fingers gripped your thigh, urging you to jump and wrap your legs around his hips.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Hell, you hardly needed to be told once.

Your sensitive core pressed against Alastor’s abdomen as he walked you both into the closet, shutting the door behind you as he went. Reaching up, you pawed through the air until you found the cord to the light, yanking it.

The bulb was old, outdated, and dim. It cast enough light for you to know you were in a closet, but that was it. The countless shots of hot whiskey that flowed through your veins, making your muscles weak and uncoordinated. The unstable feeling only got worse as you looked at Alastor, his red eyes glowing dangerously in the dark room.

Your grip failed, sending you sliding down his torso. The friction of the ruffles, belts, and clasps that covered the waistcoat and pants felt intoxicating against your sensitive skin as you worked your way down his body. Before you could realize it, you were propped up on his thigh, knee pressed into the wall behind you and keeping your toes from doing more than grazing the ground.

“Alastor,” you moaned as his teeth grazed your neck, rocking your hips as you worked your core over his thigh.

His clawed hand gripped your breast, seeking the feeling of more and more skin under his hand. He needed to touch you, hold you, taste you. He wanted everything your body offered him as he pulled the thin ruffled cotton down. The elastic gave easily.

From the moment you walked into the room, Alastor’s mind, like many of the individuals in the room, was consumed with the question of if your breasts were contained in anything beyond the thin cotton.

He had watched as they moved with your body. The way they jiggled as you danced consumed his thoughts. When you had bent over, grabbing a hat for someone who had dropped it, Alastor nearly dropped his glass. It was then that he decided you surely were braless- naughty minx.

The heavy round globes of your breasts dangled forward, pressing tighter against the soft fabric of the shirt you wore. He could see the pebbled bud of your nipples, just slightly pressing into the fabric. As the night wore on and you danced more, your nipples grew stiffer as they rubbed against the fabric.

Now he was rewarded with the confirmation. Full and heavy, they spilled over the elastic band that held the collar of your shirt up. The weight of them pinned the elastic down as Alastor tucked it under. Mindful of his sharp claws, Alastor wasted no time pushing the sleeves off your shoulder.

The under bust corset tightly laced around your waist kept your shirt pinned in place, held up to frame your breasts. This was how the costume was worn, Alastor decided. The shirt was nothing more than a suggestion, a cover until you could be gotten alone.

“Beautiful,” Alastor murmured, static popping and pumping in his voice. Warmth surrounded your breast, making you aware of something other than the pressure against your folds and the glow of his eyes in the dim room for the first time.

“Alastor?”

“Did you dress up like this for me?” He asked, too lost in the moment to remember that you hadn’t a clue what he was going to attend dressed as.

“I didn’t-” You gasped as a hand gripped your hip, pulling your pelvis up his thigh. “I didn’t know,”

“Right,” Alastor licked his lips as he watched the bud of your nipple peek out from between his fingers, “I suppose you didn’t. My mind- it’s been confused since I saw you tonight.”

“I’m sorry,” you said through the sea of whiskey in your system, trying to process what he was saying over the sensation of him squeezing and lifting your breast. Sharp eyes watched as they moved with his hand, knuckles pinching your nipples. Your back arched, pressing your chest into his hand and rocking your pelvis on his thigh.

“Perhaps you will be,” Alastor said, as he pulled your hips back along his thigh, pleasure sparking as the rough fabric of his pants scratched at your inner thighs. Your panties, painfully thin, did little to protect your cunt from the harsh sensation of his thigh between your legs. “But that is still to be seen.”

“What do you-” Your question was cut off as he worked your hips over his leg again, sensation stealing thought from you. Slowly, he lowered his leg some, allowing your feet to reach the ground.

“Do you like that?” Alastor asked, smile glowing in the darkness.

He kept his knee planted on the wall between your legs as he leaned in. There was nowhere for you to go, not that you had any thoughts of running from him. A hand on the small of your back pulled you to him as he kissed you.

The kiss was far from sweet. It was a hungry meeting of lips. Teeth clashed against teeth as Alastor devoured you. He ground his thigh into your hot cunt, taking the gasp that left your lips as an invitation to delve his long dexterous tongue into your mouth.

Hands gripped your body, greedy for the feel of you as you ground your core against his leg again and again. He was dominating your senses in the small room, leaving you unable to think of anything but Alastor.

You breathed in his air.

You drank in his essence.

You fed on his attention.

You needed him to live.

Faster and faster, you chased your orgasm as your fingers fought to work buttons and clasps free. Buckles fought back as you tried to expose any part of Alastor to your greedy hands.

The hot ridge of his cock extended down his leg, pressing up into you as you worked your cunt shamelessly over his leg. You moaned softly as his lips left yours, kissing a trail down your neck. Stinging nips from sharp teeth left red marks as he made his way to your breasts.

“Are you going to cum on my thigh?” Alastor asked, lips moving against the plump globe of your breast as he looked up at you with bright eyes. “I can feel how wet you are already. You’ve soaked through your panties.”

“Fuck, Alastor.” You had never expected to hear such things from the deer demon, yet each word he spoke urged you closer and closer.

“Should I let you cum like this?” He asked, tongue running a path around the pebbled nub of your nipple as you thrust your cunt up and down his thigh.

“Fuck. Fuck, Al-Alastor. Fuck me.” You were so close and yet there was something missing. As you drove yourself closer and closer, your core clenched around nothing. You craved being filled.

“I don’t know if I need to,” he teased. “I think you’re doing a good enough job of that already.”

“Damnit, Alastor.” You hissed as your orgasm remained just out of reach, “Fuck me.”

“Is that how you ask?” He chuckled, teeth nipping at your breasts.

“Please,” you added. “Please, Al-alastor, fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck you, get down and dirty with you in a supply closet while dressed as a pirate?” Alastor asked, laughing as the blush on your face deepened.

“Please?” you said again.

“As you wish,” Alastor pulled away, making quick work of his pants. “Take your panties off.”

You did, fumbling and unstable on your feet as you stepped out of your panties. His cock sprang free from his leather pants, curving up toward his abdomen and throbbing with every beat of his heart. He was on you in a heartbeat, pulling your leg up around his waist as he slotted the dark red head of his cock against your entrance.

“You sure?” he asked, frozen for a moment in time.

“Please,” you said, “I need you.”

“What kind of pirate would I be to deny the bar wench?” Alastor asked as he thrust into you in one quick, smoothe motion.

There was no prepping you. You were far more than wet enough to take his considerable length. There would be other times for him to taste you, to explore every part of you with his hands, fingers, and eyes. Right now, all that mattered was putting his claim deep inside of you.

“Fuck, Al!” you moaned, back arching as he stretched you to your limits without apology and then kept on stretching you. Pain and pleasure mixed as his balls nestled against you. “Fuck, you’re too big, I can’t.”

“You can,” Alastor said, pulling his cock from your body before slamming it home again, “and you will. You already are.”

Each thrust of his cock had your clit rubbing against the fur at the base of his cock. He pounded you again and again, the pace brutal as he pushed the coil inside you to wind tighter. Lips ghosted over yours as his head fell, resting against yours. Each of his sharp thrusts into you had your breasts jumping, nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of his vest, scraping against the clasps and buckles.

You were drunk and far from in condition to last long. Your walls caressed and twitched, gripping him as he pushed in and out. Alastor continued, teeth sinking first into his lip before his head shifted, mouth hitting your shoulder with stinging force.

Teeth ripped into flesh, pain dancing through the pleasure that was consuming every nerve in your body.

“Al,” you cried out his name, blood running down your chest in a trickle as he drank from you. A deep moan reverberated from his throat, through you and running straight to your clit as he shoved you violently over the edge.

Your body twitched, convulsed and gripped him as you chanted his name. The thump of your head against the wall was lost to both of you as he fucked into you with violent abandon. The pace grew sloppy as he moaned deeply, cock swelling and twitching before erupting inside you. He pulled his head back, lips painted red with your blood as he painted your walls white with his release.

Leaning forward, pulling yourself off the wall with trembling arms, you brought your face to Alastor’s neck as his head fell back. Lips caressed over the bobbing of his Adam’s apple, tasting the vibration of his deep moan as he came.

You didn’t know what this meant for you and Alastor or if this was a one-time event. You didn’t know if he would regret it come morning. Hell, you didn’t know if you would.

What you did know was that Alastor was careful to support you as he pulled his cock from your sore, twitching hole. Only once he was sure you wouldn’t fall over did he set his pants to rights again. Tender hands pulled your shirt up, carefully covering your breasts and straightening your skirts. Once all was as it should be, he opened the door for you and tucked your arm around his as he walked you to your room.

You didn’t know a lot but what you knew most of all was that you were going to be feeling Alastor’s cock in you for at least the next day.

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