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sinning-23 · 10 months ago

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Twice The Fun Pt.2 (Zoro x Reader x Sanji)

WELCOME TO PT.2 you guys!!!! I know I left you on a cliff hanger uhhhh but I’m apologizing for it now lmao! The point from previously still stands! This an 18+ FANFIC SO MINORs gtfo. Uhhhh yep.

Warnings: Warnings: Tagteam, creampie, gagging, light choking, p in v, unprotected, degradation, teasing, praising, double penetration, squirting, multiple orgasms, threesome (good mf lord dude this is wild)

Anyway! Enjoy!

Ps. also….pls excuse any spelling errors. I swear I proofread my work lmao and the shit still gets away from me-

P.P.S if you're feeling the need for some mood music I suggest "All I need" by LLoyd. (you're welcome bby)

PART 1 HERE

You can’t help but thrash your legs a bit as you're drapped over Zoro’s shoulder, at this point, you have a perfect view of Sanji who is keeping a nice pace behind him.

"What is the meaning of this! Release me at once you heathen!" You taunt, gasping when Zoro lands a nice firm smack to you ass again.

"S-Sanji! You just gonna let him do that to me!" You yep, trying to guilt trip the blonde, but the only half smiled/smirked, and bent down just a smidge to met your eyes.

There is a blaze of desire you know all too well behind that blue. His tongue darts out for just a moment, his piercing peeking out so sligtly. It makes your stomach flutter.

"I do recall him saying you like that. I'll leave it to him. Besides, I think you need it when you thought you could just sneak around and fuck us both without us finding out." He explains, the color in your face dropping.

Ok so you like already KNEW but like the confirmation of it all was insane to you.

"I-I wait! I can explain!" You whimper, heart beating faster and faster the more you realized where you ere headed.

Your room.

You’d only ever really hooked up with them in their own rooms...but now they were about to absolutely MIX your shit in your own.

"Too late for that." Zoro chimes, pushing your door open and setting you a bit harshly onto your bed.

You bounce upwards and see Sanji close and locked the door. The tesnison is killing you now, the way the twoof them hover over your seated form. It as only a matter time until one of them told you to-

"Take it off." Sanji stated, less of a suggestion and more of an order.

Why were you so damn nervous?? They’d both seen you in far far less classy conditions and bare as the day you were born. You swallow, obeying and pulling offth little layers you did have. They watch you, one set of blue and one set of the darest brown, trace every fiber of your being as you pull your top off...and then your shorts.

"All of it." Zoro adds, the impatience in his voice growing.

"I-" You try to find the words but another sharp gaze shuts you up.

FUCk! There was no hiding the obvious wetness that had grown over the span of this little conversation. Might as well give themma show since they wanna act all high and mighty now.

You spread your legs, resting your body weight against your forearms as you push your chest forwards. You manage to shimmy out of your panties, letting them hang from just around your ankle for a moment before moving to let the straps of your bra slie off your shoulders.

"Y'know, you guys to act like you don't like each other, but you have soo much in common." You taunt, the bra now discarded as you lay before the two.

The obvious tightness of their pants was beginning to make you feel more and more in control. You slide off the bed, and make your way in front of them, your brain at war over who you should approach first.

"Like right now, I'd bet that both of you are begging that I choose you over the other."

You inch closer, now stationed between them, Zoro to your left, Sanji to your right, You hands travel up each leg, manicured fingers skillfully working away at two separate buttons and zippers.

Your mouth waters when your fingetips come in contact with it...

"I know you both too well. So easy to read. Even if you don't think you are."

Sanji if the first to buckle, a whine of satisfaction leaving his lips when you press down on his tip over the boxer a bit more firm than before. Though your hand works at Sanji, eventually pulling his length free, your eyes are focused on Zoro, the contact making his face heat up.

How could you looks so calm, as if you're not fisting the cook beside him. The answer is simple. You know him...too well. If there was anything Zoro loved, it was attention from you.

Even though Sanji was being touched, you were looking at him. focused on him. Gauging him. And that alone was enough to make him sigh openly, his arms crossed over his chest as if to fight the feeling you'd made wash over him. The room was definitely hotter now.

You pause for a moment, sliding your hand away from Sanji so that you could now touch Zoro with both. Easy to read. Though Sanji loved your hands, your throat was more to Zoro's liking. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, the saliva there already making its way down to the tip of you tongue as you lick from base to head.

He shudders, bitting his fist as if to fight giving into you as easily as Sanji did. He knows what you're about to do and damn if it isn’t his favorite thing. Once you made it to his tip, you let your tongue fall just a little bit past your lower lip and bobbed your head. He's at the back of your throat now and your eyes are looking right at him, watery and eager to please.

"Fuck-"

They speak it at the same time and it almost blends together.

"I didn't know she could do that," Sanji admits, pumping slowly as you continue to suck Zoro for all he's worth.

He can’t help but let his hand travel to your scalp, his grip becoming tighter when you gag a bit, saliva falling down your chin, to the valley of your chest. You always were so sloppy when you did this. Sanji groans at the sight.

"Wanna try what we practiced?" Zoro asks, feeling a bit cocky at the fact that he got something Sanji didn't.

You nod, trying your best to relax your throat as Zoro trust forward , essentially fucking your face. Your hands first clench at your sided but soon find themselves resting against his thighs. Up unto this point, Zoro had been training your throat to take every last inch of him and as of right now, practice was showing to make perfect.

"Thatssss fuckin it. Taking me down your throat like that." Zoro praises, loving how the tears rolled down you melenated cheeks.

You tapped his thigh, and he was quick to let you go, being sure to let you breathe. You gasp, saliva connecting your as your eyes scream nothing but desire.

"S-Sanji." You huff, rolling your head to the side as if to beckon him closer.

He swallows, face red after seeing you take a little more then 7 inches. You shift, now bent at the waist, still facing Zoro, but on display for Sanji to see. And fuck was it a vision. Your dripping down you thighs now, your lips wet as you try your best to spread for him.

The blonde now had his hands at your waist, caressing the plush of your sides and hips. He noted how pretty your arch looked and the way you were eager to press against him.

"Si mouillé déjà chérie?" Sanji chuckles, sliding his ring up your folds, making you whine.

"S-Stop Sanji please just fuck me." You beg, steadying yourself against Zoro, who was currently caressing your jaw as if to prep it for the stretch again.

"You heard her waiter. I’m sure she doesn’t like waiting." Zoro quips, making Sanji narrow his eyes.

"Oh I know, but tha just makes this pretty pussy's reaction that much better. You’re not the only one that's gonna be surprised by what she can do." He snaps back, pushing two fingers into you, the cold metal making you moan this time. The wet squelch of his fingers is becoming louder and louder.

Now it was Sanji's turn to be cocky. Yeah sure Zoro had fucked this pussy just as much as he had...but had he gotten it to squirt as much as Sanji could? Not likely.

His r speed up, your legs buckling as you feel yourself about to snap. And after the first few drips, Sanji curled his fingers up and pulled out, sliding over your clit with a quickness.

“F-Fuck! Sanji!” You moan, your juices sliding down your thighs, onto the floor below you, and no doubt onto tbe blonde behind you.

All the while, you gripped Zoro’s thighs, fighting the urge to scream. All he could do was watch as you came undone, the sound of you squirting alone making him harder if that was even possible.

Sanji chuckles darkly, not letting up as he decided to slide into your walls, the feeling pulling gasps from the both of you. And as your mouth opened, it was full, Zoro taking the chance to claim your throat again. It’s almost too much, being filled from both ends was so much more stimulating than you thought.

One part of you was so focused on his Sanji curved into you, hitting every spongy spot he could. The other was wanting nothing but for Zoro to finally cum down your throat.

And oh god the sounds. It’s absolutely filthy, you squelching and choking mixed with the grunts of two competing and two men just as sexually inclined as you were. It’s making your head fuzzy and your pussy flutter. And damn can Sanji tell.

“Shit, squeezing, you feel so damn good.” Sanji vocalized, gripping your hips harder now.

Zoro smirks, caressing your scalp and jawline as he thrust to the back of your throat.

“Atta girl. Keep looking up just like that.” Zoro coaxes, your eyes watery.

He lets you breathe for a moment and you find it a bit difficult to when your breaths come in and out as moans when Sanji is absolutely wrecking your shit. You snap again, Sanji pulling out, smacking his tip over your folds when you squirt again.

“Like a fuckin faucet. Can’t even stay in you, you’re so wet.” Sanji hisses, the squelching of his sliding in and out of you echoing.

Zoro releases you and all tbat comes out is a strangled moan as Sanji grips your hips.

“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck! Sanji!” You whimper, gasping when Zoro forced your gaze upwards to look at him.

“You forgetting about me? Don’t tell me that cook is fucking you better than me?”

Sanji laughs at the statement, pulling out of you again, only to have Zoro change your positions completely.

It’s only a little awkward considering your senses feel so fuzzy. Sanji is beneath tou, your back against his chest and Zoro’s managed to hold your legs up, one hand under each knee.

“Wait are you- fffuck!” You moan, Sanjis hand coming to hold your throat as he slides in, And right after Zoro doing the same.

The feeling was new. So full at once and it only got better when they moved. You couldn’t help the way your body jerked with each thrust and now with your mouth free all you could do was moan, whine, and beg for more.

Zoro’s thumb finds your clit just to make, slow, calculated circles. You’re wrecked, ducked dumb almost and all you can do if warm them before you cum.

“C’mon baby cum for us.” Sanji encouraged, his lips pressing to your shoulder as you squeeze whatever you could find to hold as your orgasm wrecks you.

It doesn’t take long for Zoro’s hips to stutter, his forehead resting against yours.

“Where?” He asks, the question coming out strained as he struggles to keep from release.

“Won’t last much longer, let us know where honey.” Sanji warns.

You can’t help but be greedy, the impulsive answer slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

It’s not long before you’re filled, and you’d never head a prettier sound when Sanji hums into your shoulder, just shy of a whimper. And you’d never felt more loved and secure when Zoro cups your cheek, his lips finally finding yours when he cums, you’re lips swallowing up any souls he lets slip.

It’s calm now. The sound of waves hitting the ship lull you into a daze almost, and as full as you’re were, you’re empty when Zoro pulls out with a grunt, a swear falling past his kiss swollen lips.

Sanji swears the same when he does the same and before you could question it, you realize just how much of their cum is leaking out of you at the moment.

“Well don’t just stand there, get a towel!” Sanji scoffs, massaging your shoulders and hips, knowing the positions you’d been in could be a bit wearing on your body.

“I’m going to, calm down.” Zoro shoots back, eventually retrieving a warm rag to clean you up.

5 star aftercare. The two had managed to work together seemingly well to make sure you were taken care of and there was no shortage of kisses and featherlight caresses. Your body was definitely spent, knees weak, muscles still tight from the exertion.

Sanji slipped one of your more comfortable t-shirts over your body and Zoro slipped a pair of socks on for you. There was little to no conversation, the three of you still trying to process what just occurred. Only did you speak when both of them had turned toward your door.

“You’re leaving...” You state, the sinking in your chest feeling heavier by the second.

“This was a one time thing right?” Zoro asks, looking to Sanji for confirmation.

The blonde only shrugs.

“What no? I want you both…” You shoot back as if it were obvious.

Sanji doves his hands in his pockets, searching for a cigarette for a moment before finally finding it. You can’t help but look between the two of them for some kind of answer. Part of you feels a bit silly for assuming they just share you but if you knew anything, and you had said it before, they were more alike than they would ever admit.

Sharing wasn’t something in their vocabulary when it came to you.

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Authors Note: OKAYYYY How’re we feeling YALL! Bet you weren’t expecting that ensuing huh?! Lmao got just a PINCH angsty lol, y/n can’t get everything she wants womp womp.

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vampire-matcha · 1 year ago

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Blood in the Wine-7

Chapter Seven: Mead

A/N: Thank you all for your love, patience, and encouragement. Life has its ups and downs, but one thing remains certain- I fucking love vampires

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Mean Soap! No smut in this chapter, just general spookiness and some suggestive language.

Song: Strangelove by Depeche Mode

MASTERLIST, CH1, CH2, CH3, CH4, CH5, CH6

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Two pairs of eyes were fixated on you through the crack in the door. Gaz’s lips parted, as if he were about to say something, but Price waved his hand and the door slammed shut just inches from your face. You stood panting in the doorway. You couldn’t hear them say anything through the door anymore.

Did you really just see what you saw? If the wetness in your underwear was anything to judge by, then the answer was yes. Your pulse was racing in your ears like a river. It was so loud, in fact, that you couldn’t even hear Soap walk up behind you until his hand was wrapped around your upper arm and he yanked you backwards away from the door. You stumbled backwards, barely managing to keep your feet under you. You shouted in surprise, finally snapping out of your stupor.

“You’re fucking shameless, aren’t you? Just can’t fucking get enough?” he shoved you away from him roughly, and you had to catch yourself on the wood paneling walls. His voice was growling and vicious. You looked up at him and your breath caught in your throat.

Dark, jagged gashes cut through his face; a particularly deep-looking one ran down over his left eye. The scabs were black, and they pulled at the soft skin of his cheeks as he spoke.

“I didn’t- I didn’t mean to-”

“What? You didn’t mean to do what? Didn’t mean to sneak a peek at Price’s cock down Gaz’s throat?”

“No!” You took a step back as he took one toward you.

“Or you didn’t mean to let Ghost tear up my face like this?”

“No!” He kept advancing on you down the hall. Your back hit the wall.

"Then what? Huh? Look at me!" He said standing over you. "Look what you did to my face."

"I didn't do anything!" You pleaded. You could feel your throat closing up around the lump you tried to come down, and your vision blurred with salty tears.

"You did! All because you couldn't follow the damn rules. You should be grateful I threw myself in his way." His voice was lower now, colder. "Because if I hadn't, if Ghost had gotten his hands on you," he shrugged, "we'd be out looking for a new familiar."

You blinked up at him, hot tears dropping from your cheeks onto your collar, and his eyes followed the movement.

"Could take a bite out of you right now, couldn't I? Then I'd be right as rain again. Heal up nice and quick…" He leaned closer. Your breath hitched as you felt the heat of his blow over your pulse point.

“You’ve already had your turn with her, Soap,” said an admonishing voice just a meter away. Price stepped closer with an unspoken air of authority, and Soap stepped back in submission, throwing you one last resentful glare. “You’re dismissed, Soap,” he said with a touch more force. If looks could kill, you’d have been dead where you stood, and Soap would have been the culprit. His icy eyes chilled you to the core, but he finally turned his back to you and swiftly disappeared around the corner again.

You sniffled quietly to yourself. You hadn’t meant for it to happen. Not the incident of the past night, not Soap’s injuries, and certainly, you never meant to catch a peek of Gaz and Price’s… intimate moment. You never mean to be a less-than-willing ward of this manor, but that was old news by now. There was nothing more you could do. You’d agreed to the pact, and somewhere inside you, you felt that your actions with Gaz last night only cemented your place here. Your role to play had been decided.

A touch to your face shocked you out of your head and you flinched.

“Easy, love,” Price cooed to you, standing so close now. His thumb brushed your cheek, interrupting the wet path your tears had made. “Goddamn MacTavish keeps making you cry. I’ll have to have a proper conversation with him, eh?” He held your face so gently that it was hard to believe the man was capable of such cruelty you had witnessed the night before. His tenderness almost made you forget his utter hypocrisy.

You leaned away but his strong hands followed you, keeping you close to him. He studied your face. He always seemed to be looking at you with a strange curiosity. His eyes followed the freshest tear down your face with the sharpness of a cat watching a mouse. You did your best to compose yourself, but being in such close proximity made catching your breath quite difficult. Price wasn’t the same soft comfort that Gaz was. Instead, he was a sturdy wall, and you found yourself leaning into the stability of him all on your own.

He pulled you closer to himself and kissed the tear away. His lips were soft between the bushiness of his mustache and beard, which tickled and poked you ever so slightly. He licked his lips as he stood back with a satisfied smile.

“Now, no more tears, darling,” he said as you stared up in shock. “Come, follow me. I’ve got something to show you.” He didn’t wait for you to follow; instead he took your wrist in your hand and pulled you along, leaving you no choice but to follow. His grip was one of iron, yet wasn’t hard enough to bruise. Soft, but unyielding. He led you down the main staircase. The cobwebs were still hanging heavy on the grand chandelier as you passed underneath.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, following him through the quiet halls, falling into step with him.

“What for?” he asked. You were too ashamed to look him in the eye, but you could’ve sworn you heard that damn smirk in his voice. He was going to make you admit it, wasn’t he? You wouldn’t- you wouldn’t! But as you lied to yourself, you could feel your composure crumbling. There was something about Price that made you want to obey… to submit.

“For… eavesdropping,” you relented, bowing your head lower.

“Eavesdropping? Is that what they’re calling it these days?” he joked. You knew you were caught, and so did he. “And did you enjoy the conversation?” he teased. He squeezed your hand. When had your hand slipped so easily into his? “You should know now to knock before entering a room. There are things far more sinister than that to be found in this manor.”

“Maybe you should lock your doors, then,” you bit back, but there was hardly any venom in your words. You could feel your face positively burning at the way Price tiptoed around the fact that you saw him cum down Gaz’s throat, that he did so while staring you down.

“Maybe I wasn’t trying to hide anything,” he said as the two of you stopped outside the double doors of the library. “Maybe I wanted you to see.” Your eyes stayed fixated on the old oak doors. You felt heat prickling at your brow and his beard sweeping over your ear. He pushed the doors open. The hinges creaked from years, maybe decades of unuse.

You coughed as a surge of dust filled your lungs, but when it cleared, you stepped into a beautiful and spacious room, walls all lined with rows and rows of books, many of them looking utterly ancient. A rolling ladder was pushed into the farthest corner, and floor-to-ceiling windows lit up the entirety of the room with glowing golden sunbeams, making the speckles of dust more resemble fairy dust. You stepped into the room and trailed your hand along the carved wood of the back of an old velvet armchair. It was probably a vibrant purple once. Small round end tables were scattered about next to the various sitting areas, most covered with linens, but you were drawn to the reading nook at the foot of the wall of windows. The earthy, grounding smell of aged paper saturated your senses. A thin layer of dust covered every surface, and you imagined what the room must have looked like at its pinnacle.

Price watched you with a sincere smile as you explored the open space of the library. He enjoyed the wonder and elation in your eyes. As you scanned the shelves, fingers tracing old spine after old spine, he picked three small, unassuming books from a shelf and waited patiently for your attention to return to him.

Once you made a thorough round of the library, you wandered back to Price.

“This is incredible,” you said with a wistful smile. “When you said you had a library, I wasn’t expecting this. Some of these books look like they’re centuries old!”

“They are,” he says proudly. “I curated this collection myself throughout my first life, and continue to do so in this one. Whenever I’m able to, that is.” He lifted the books in his hands and nodded to them. “But this is what I really wanted to show you.” You looked down and read the old, simple cover, the canvas yellowed and the ink faded, but the title was clear as day.

“Frankenstein.”

“Gaz mentioned you liked the classics.” He let you take the three volumes from his hands. You held the delicate books with reverence. You were worried they would fall apart if you breathed too hard, so you held your breath in your chest.

“These are… how old are they?” you whispered.

“First editions.” Your eyes snapped up to his in bewilderment. “Got them at a little bookshop one snowy January afternoon. It was a fascinating read, so I kept them, found a spot in here for them. Bloody good thing I did, eh?”

You were too stunned to speak, completely transfixed by the aged canvas and the soft, yellow pages. Price circled around you as you started to wonder if you should be handling these with gloves. You barely noticed the heavy presence of his chest so close to your back.

"Big brute that everyone's afraid of… but he's really just scared himself. Can't control his own strength," he said, placing his hands on your hips. "Reminds me of someone I know," he muttered, and your body tensed at the feeling of his breath on your neck. You gasped at the feeling of his coarse hair teasing your skin, and subconsciously tilted your head to allow him room. You felt his chest swell with a deep breath, strong, firm pectorals pressing against your shoulder blades as he inhaled your scent. You closed your eyes to prepare for the inevitable bite you were sure was to come, although you didn’t know how much you could physically offer him after the events of the previous night. But the bite never came.

“I had a very interesting conversation with Kyle this morning. He pleaded your case,” Price spoke into your neck, prickly lips tickling you with each word. “Said you were all worn out from last night, all shaken up from your little excursion outside… among other things.” You felt your face heat up as he once again alluded to your time with Gaz. “He asked me to give you the day to recover,” his palm moved up your back and brushed over the still-sensitive scratches through the fabric, “to let your back heal all the way before we start opening up new wounds.” He pressed his lips and face further into your neck and inhaled deeply, smelling the blood that pumped rhythmically just beneath the surface.

“He was very persuasive. He’s quite good with his mouth, wouldn’t you agree?” he teased, and you could hear the soft laugh resting in the chamber of his chest. You shuddered at the memory of Gaz’s tongue licking through you, his eyes looking up at you from between your legs, his soft, plush lips kissing and sucking your clit. Price hummed at the way your breath hitched just from the memories he dug up with his own suggestion. With a final deep breath of your scent, he stated, “Take the day. I’m a patient man. I’ve been around a long time, dear. I can wait one more day to taste you again.” He pressed a final kiss to your tender skin, and you had to hold your breath to stop the quiet whimper that lodged itself in your throat.

He stepped back, although reluctantly, and you listened to his footsteps distance himself from you, stopping at the door.

“Enjoy the books,” he said, and then left you alone in the library, locking the door behind him. Your heart was racing, and your underwear was notably wetter than it was before.

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It took you a good while of deep breathing while standing in the same place that Price left you in order to completely calm yourself down. Once your heart was beating at an acceptable pace, you settled yourself onto the reading nook at the windows after wiping the dust from the aged leather seats. You tried your best to forget the sensation of Price’s lips at your neck, the tenderness of his kiss and the roughness of his facial hair. You brought your knees close to your chest and focused instead, on the first volume, and on not opening it too wide, lest you crack the spine. Before long, you had lost yourself in the world that the yellowed pages laid out for you.

“Common misconception,” a familiar voice called out to you, making you jump. “But Frankenstein is actually the doctor, not the monster,” Gaz finished with a sheepish smile.

“You seem to be making a habit of interrupting my reading with useless trivia,” you said, closing the book slowly and setting it on the windowsill beside you. You glanced outside and noticed the sun was higher in the sky. You’d been reading for hours.

“Sorry, just figured you might be hungry. Made you lunch.” He sat beside you and placed a tray in your lap: coffee made the way you like, and a salad with grilled chicken.

“Thank you.” You gave him a soft smile.

“I used to like to cook,” he began, his gaze distant, “back before, well, you know. It’s nice to be able to do it again, even if I can't eat it.” He shrugged his shoulders, and the two of you sat quietly together for a moment. You sipped your coffee.

“Thank you, again. For talking with Price. And I'm sorry for…” Gaz cut you off with a laugh.

“It’s alright, don’t mention it.” he fixed his eyes on yours, more playful than embarrassed. “Seriously, don’t mention it.” Both of you laughed, the tension relieved. He placed a hand on your knee. “How are you feeling? Not too sore, I hope. Your back- I mean! The, er, scratches on your back.”

“They’re a little tender,” you answered, breaking eye contact with a small chuckle. “I should be all better by tomorrow, thanks to you and your magic tongue.” you nudge him with your foot and he elbows you back.

“Yeah, you like my tongue, don’t you?”

“Yeah, so does Price, apparently,” you say, matching his smirk. He winces and rolls his eyes, letting his head fall back against the window. “So, what? You’re all together in some kind of… quadrouple?” you asked. He shrugs again.

“I guess so. All we really have is each other. Or at least,” he rolled his head to the side to look at you, “until you came along.”

“Yeah, well… I didn’t have a whole lot of say in that,” you murmured, and his smile faltered. He sat up, then, looking down at his shoes. He patted your knee and then stood up.

“Eat your food.”

“Gaz…”

“I’ll be back in a few hours with dinner. I’ll give you your space.” You called after him again, but he was already out the door, locking it again behind himself.

By the time he had returned, you had finished your lunch and the first volume of Frankenstein. You’d placed the book back onto its empty space on the bookshelf. The sun was hanging just over the trees, and the sky had taken on an orangy tint at the edges. Gaz had dropped off a single-serve premade lasagna with only a few words exchanged as he collected your dirty dishes, giving you a tight smile and a squeeze on your shoulder, and locked you in again.

The third time he visited the library, the sun was behind the trees, casting long shadows across the expansive lawn. You found it more difficult to focus on reading. The darker it got, the deeper the feeling of being watched ate at you. You weren’t sure if your eyes were playing tricks on you, but you thought you caught movement in the woods; large, dark masses shifting and pacing, weaving through the thick trunks of old trees. You didn’t make it very far through the second volume.

The click of the lock caught your attention. Gaz entered with a stiff back and squared shoulders. You stood to meet him, and he drew the thick curtains over the wide windows. You left the remaining two books on the cushions. The two of you stood together in the dark library, and he stayed at arm’s length. You wanted him closer. When Gaz turned to you, his eyes glinted red and green in the low light. Your breath caught in your throat.

“You ready to go upstairs?” he asked. You nodded your head and let him guide you back out into the house. “Stay close,” he said with a hand on your back. The lights were on all through the house, but the warm yellow light seemed not to reach the corners. The cobwebs muted the glowing bulbs, making every shadow stretch out to you, like claws on an outstretched hand. The two of you walked briskly through the main hall, and when you hurried past the conservatory, you saw something large lingering outside the window, but the reflections of the lamps inside obstructed the view.

“Keep moving, Gaz told you. “They can’t hurt you if you’re inside.”

“What are they?” you asked in an anxious whisper.

“Just keep going,” he repeated, his face pinched into almost a sneer as his red eyes glanced out the windows, once again glinting in the light like a cat on the prowl. He ushered you up the back stairs, and once you were safely inside your bedroom, he bolted the door.

“What are those things?” you asked once again. Then, your head whipped to the barred window as a howl pierced the quiet of the dusk. Your blood ran cold and your breath stuttered. It wasn’t like the hoots and screams of coyotes back home. It wasn’t even a familiar call of a lonely dog. There was something deeper, something dark and primal in that sound. It spoke to a fear deep within you, something ancestral that made your skin sting with pinpricks.

“Get ready for bed,” Gaz said sternly. His eyes, too, were fixated on the growing darkness seeping through the window.

“Gaz,” you pleaded, needing answers.

“They’re just trying to scare you, they can’t hurt you in here.” When you made no move, he looked at you with a softer face. “You’re safe, I promise.” He nudged you closer to the bathroom. “I’ll watch the door,” he offers with a reassuring smile. You let him push you into the other room, your bare feet padding on the tile, but you left the door cracked slightly. You needed to hear him there, to know he was still there with you.

The water from the shower was loud enough to drown out the howling outside, and it gave you the smallest drop of peace of mind. You played Gaz’s words back in your head. They couldn’t hurt you in here. You took your time, and Gaz waited patiently for you to emerge wrapped in a fluffy towel. He smiled to himself and turned around to give you your privacy to dress yourself.

You settled yourself into bed and waited for him to join you, but he reached for the door instead.

“Where are you going?” you asked, sitting back up. He turned back around to face you, looking confused and concerned.

“I just thought�� you’d want to be alone.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well… what you said earlier. About not having a choice? I just thought that, maybe, you’d just want to be alone.” He looked down at his feet. It was quiet between you two, the kind of quiet that only came after midnight. The kind of quiet when the whole earth stood still and even the crickets slept.

“It’s true,” you started, and Gaz’s arms tensed. “I didn’t have a choice. You didn’t give me one.” His hands curled into themselves, balling into fists; not in anger toward you, but toward himself, toward the hunger he’d let turn him into more monster than man. “But I’m choosing you, now. Gaz-” another howl interrupted the silence in your room and both of you glanced at the window. You reminded yourself that it was barred with iron, and for the first time you were thankful for it.

“Stay with me,” you whispered to him across the room with a quiver in your breathy voice. “Please.”

Gaz didn’t need to hear another word from you. He crossed the room to your bed in three long strides. In that moment, he knew that he’d do just about anything for you if you only asked him. In seconds, he had his arms around you, wrapping you in the duvet.

“Yeah,” he said soothingly. “Yeah, I’ll stay.” He was paradoxically warm. A cadaver heated not by his own blood, but by yours. A scarlet silk thread tying you two together. “I’ll stay.” He reached to turn out your bedside lamp and covered you two in a blanket of darkness. The howling continued, but Gaz was there. They couldn’t hurt you in here.

As time passed, you watched the shadows of moonlight glide over your walls from where your head laid on Gaz’s chest, and eventually, the clouds covered the beaming white moon, and the howling stopped. You focused on Gaz’s breathing. You didn’t know if he could sleep. You thought he was still awake, though. You sure couldn’t sleep. A question on your mind nagged at you, nudging you awake whenever the waves of sleep got close enough to wash over you.

"Gaz?" You asked into the darkness, your voice the only sound in the nighttime. "Were you ever really my friend?" Your head rose on his chest as he took a breath. "Or was it all just a ruse to get me here?”

Gaz didn’t answer right away, and for a moment you started to wonder if creatures of the night really did sleep like you did, and if your words fell on deaf ears after all. But then he spoke, his voice low and uncertain of himself.

"Talking to you late at night on the phone was the first time I felt a connection since I became… what I am. The way you laughed, the way you told your stories to me, like I was actually there with you. I wanted to be beside you, I wanted to spend time with you. I think maybe it was the phone calls, because for the first time, I was talking to a human without hunger, without thirst. Just listening and being listened to. The days that we talked, just talked… I almost remembered how it felt to be alive again.” Gaz’s hand held yours over his stomach, his thumb tracing over your knuckles tenderly.

“I don't know if I'm capable of love,” he said, his voice heavier than you’d heard it before. “After being dead so long, the heart atrophies… in a way that’s more than just physical.” He sighed, and it sounded like he had a weight much heavier than your head on his chest. “I'm sorry I can't spare you from what I am, what we all are. I’m sorry that we’ve taken so much from you already, and we’ll just keep taking. I'm sorry that I’m not what you thought I was." You absorbed his words. His answers finally gave you some closure, though it wasn’t exactly what you wanted. His voice allowed the waves of sleep to draw you in deeper.

"The house seems brighter since you've been here,” he told you, his voice carrying you like a raft in the sea. “The floors creak when you walk. I didn't realize how much I'd missed that sound."

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lovelymagnoliarose · 9 months ago

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Second prompt up on AO3 now!!

2. "You can stay here for as long as you want."

Sneak peek

“Well, I was supposed to be in Cyprus for another couple weeks, as you know, but then I decided that it really had been far too long since I came home. And did you know Daph is pregnant again? I had to find out on the group chat, and it made me realise I can't even remember the last time I could hear any of my siblings' big news for the first time in person. So I booked a plane ticket to London and now we're here.” “And the magazine was okay with that?” She asks, raising an eyebrow. “They uh- they weren't thrilled, no.” Colin chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of red. “Luckily I'd already visited most of the places they wanted me to review, so I just about got away with it.” ‘Of course you did.’ Penelope thinks. As Violet says, Colin could use his smile to get away with murder if he so chose. Penelope loves Colin, she always has, and yet his spontaneity us something that she somehow both admires and doesn't fully understand. She can't imagine just dropping everything and booking a plane ticket to another country. All the what ifs, all the things that could go wrong, the mere idea fills her heart with so much anxiety it could send her into a full blown panic attack. As exciting as the idea could be… it just doesn't feel like it's something that could ever be in the cards for her. But she loves that Colin has that side to him. She loves how bold he is, his willingness to take a risk. In some ways, she wishes she could be like that too. “That's all really sweet, Colin.” She smiles, fidgeting with her fingers. “I more meant why are you here? ” “Oh.” He looks around her flat, and then at her. “You were the first person I wanted to see when I got off the plane.”

#polin #bridgerton #polin fanfiction #luke newton #nicola coughlan #colin x penelope #penelope x colin #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington

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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years ago

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Tattoos and other stuff. (Arber Xhekaj)

Discovering your tattoos had better consequences than he thought. Note: This is p*rn with little plot. Tattooed!Reader. Warning: +18. Arber. Fingering. Penetrative s*x (p in v). Oral s*x (both receiving)<.

"I didn't know you had tattoos" You heard behind you.

You turned around in your chair and looked at Arber sitting with his legs spread and his back against the wall. He had been in silence for ten minutes, waiting for you to fix some stuff for him.

"Surprise?" You giggled. "Which one did you see?"

"That corner down there. Your ankle"

You smiled and lifted your trouser. "Slaf loves this one"

The lines crept up your shin and calf drawing shapes that guided his eyes higher.

"Slaf?"

"Mhm" You turned around and kept working on your computer. "He saw it some weeks ago"

Why did Arber feel jealous? You were just the media girl, he had no say over you. Not that he should. But there was literally nothing tying you.

You picked a piece of liquorice gummy.

"Do you have more?" He asked while playing with the edge of his shorts and eying his own.

"Yeah. A couple." You shrugged it off.

Arber found himself obsessed with the idea. He wanted to see them. He wanted to see more. He needed to. He was constantly trying to get a peek at the ink in your leg. He needed to know why Juraj was so fascinated.

"Here" A huge hand presented itself right in front of your face.

You looked up and smiled sweetly before taking it. "Thanks, Arber" You said as you climbed out of the cab.

"No problem"

"Guys! Hurry up" A very excited and vibrating Cole called for you.

"Cutest kid out there" You giggled and walked in his direction.

Arber rolled his eyes and wondered if Cole had seen them too. You seem a bit closer to him. He was actually the one that had begged you to go out with them. The other kids and I are going out and you have to come too.

Your trousers were long and wide-legged and you were wearing a turtle-neck crop top. Your arms and most of your body were covered by your black clothes. But there was that part of your belly that the fabric couldn't hide. Is that another one?

"Hey. Wake up" Juraj slammed his shoulder to his when he walked pass.

You danced and laughed with the boys for hours. You were truly having fun but your feet were staying to get tired of the heeled boots.

"Never ever wear heels, Sheriff" you said sitting on the stool next to him.

He peeked another tattoo on your wrist and smiled to himself.

"Not on my plans. Plus... Do they make heels for big guys?"

"I hope not." You giggled.

"I'd look fabulous"

"Never said the opposite" You teased back.

He laughed and moved so he was standing closer to you. "What do you drink? It's on me"

"Some soda, please" You answered with a sweet smile. You weren't going to deny a drink from a pretty boy.

He smiled. "Keeping it easy tonight?"

"I always do"

He leaned forward the bar and asked for the drinks before turning to you.

"How's work?"

Like that, you started a long conversation that made you both forget about time. It was so easy to talk to him, to joke, to tease,... You weren't sure why you hadn't done it before.

"Hey" Juraj appeared out of nowhere and hugged your shoulders. "We should go back home and end the night in there. Jordan said they are closing soon"

Arber felt again that jealousy tickle on his belly, but his smile distracted you.

"That's great." You said. "I just hope you guys are paying my Uber later. I live on the other fucking side of the city"

"You can crash there." Arber said. "I'll drop you tomorrow"

You smiled with a funny feeling in your belly.

"Perfect then"

Back at theirs, everyone flopped in the sofas. You had lost half of the group, some saying they were tired, others just sneaking hand in hand with their partners.

But there you were, barefoot and getting yourself another soda. "I'm gonna be so bloated in the morning." You said patting your belly.

Arber laughed. "Better bloated than hangover"

"Wise words"

He was so fucking gone for you. He couldn't stop looking at you. He had even found himself fighting Kaiden for the place next to you. Kaiden didn't mind, he didn't thought mcuh of it and was pretty happy to have the armchair for him and his girlfriend.

"I can't even pronounce that word" Juraj complained while trying to read the Trivia card.

You chuckled at his frustrated state. Cole was nice enough to help him.

You turned your face to look at Arber and found he was closer than before. His arm was over the back of the sofa and you were basically tucked on his side.

"Hi" He whispered.

"Hi"

"All good?"

"Would you be nice enough to lend me some comfy clothes? This jeans are fabulous but I'm tired."

Arber chuckled and nodded. "Hey guys, we'll be back in a second. I'm gonna give her a pijama"

You both walked down the corridor unaware of everyone's looks. You missed the wiggle of Juraj eyebrows and everyone else trying to not laugh.

"Okay. Um... A shirt... And now... Maybe shorts?"

You leaned against the back and watched him search around the drawers. His back muscles looked tight under the cotton t-shirt and wow... You'd kill to run your nails down there.

"YN"

"Mhm" You snapped back and your cheeks warmed.

"These?"

"Yeah. They are fine. Thank you very much"

Arber nodded and passed you the clothes. It was quick, but your fingers brushed and you felt a wave of electricity run over you. Arber swallowed the thick lump on his throat and tried to not think about you on his clothes.

You walked to the bed and he walked out, but just as he turned to close the door, you were taking the tight top off. He gasped. Arber loudly gasped when he saw your inked figure only covered by that pink bralette and black trousers.

You turned around with the top pressed to your chest.

Arber was frozen. You said you had a couple more tattoos, not your whole skin covered by them. Your arms had different tattoos over them. Then he could see something on your belly and those he had seen in your back. You were beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had seen.

"Arber..."

"I-I..." He started saying without even thinking of the words. "Wow."

It was genuine and you smiled. He nervously laughed and you chuckled.

"They are amazing. You look beautiful, YN" He confessed.

His fingers were white due to the pressure he was putting on the knob.

"Thank you" You softly said. "Do you want to see them?"

Arber nodded and walked back in. From outside, Kaiden laughed when he saw his friend going back into the room.

The sound of the door closing sent chills down your spine and encouraged you to left the top aside. Arber swallowed when he saw your pink lace claded chest.

"I thought you said you had a couple" He smirked when he was right before you and towering over you.

"Well..."

"Has Juraj seen these too?"

You bit your lip and devilishly smile. "Are you jealous, Xhekaj?" If he only knew how unfounded his little tantrum was.

He rolled his eyes. "Not really. At the end you are here with me, aren't you?"

Fuck... He had no business being that hot.

"Sure I am"

He lifted his hand and his fingers met the tattoo on your shoulder. The black ink draw shapes in your skin, a flower.

"It's a magnolia"

His fingers kept traveling down your arm, more plants, a butterfly, words... He was truly fascinated. You felt like floating. He was stanstanding so close and he was so tall and strong. It made you dizzy and you couldn't ignore anymore the throb between your legs. You wanted nothing more than this. Whatever it was. He had you on the palm of his hand.

His eyes swifted to your chest, there were no tattoos in there yet. It didn't mean they didn't look fabulous in the pink lingerie. But he didn't want to be disrespectful and he skipped to your left arm. This time, his warm hand grabbed you by the elbow and he moved your arm to get a look in your inner bicep. "A mermaid" He said with a smile.

"Do you like it?" You muttered.

"It's beautiful" He smiled and looked at your eyes.

There was something in them that got his attention. Desire. You wanted him. You were looking at him with desire in your eyes. Your lips were half open and wet. Arber's trousers already felt too tight. It's going to happen. But he wanted to play. He needed to hear you beg at least once.

His big hands delicately moved over your arms as he closely observed your tattoos. "You are really pretty, YN"

You smiled and took another step closer. "Am I?"

Arber nodded. His eyes yer moving between yours and your lips.

"You can do it. I won't complain"

He chuckled and cupped your cheeks. Arber took a moment to run his thumb over your skin, which made you shiver and step forward. With a smile, he leaned and kissed your lips.

His mouth was sweet like his drink and warm and he moved his lips slow. You already loved it and needed more. So much more. So you hooked your fingers on his jeans and pulled him flush against you. Obviously, the height gap was there, but who really cared? He was quick grabbing your ass, a handful of it that made you moan on his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers found the dark strands of hair and gently pulled them. On your tip toes, your balance wasn't the best, but one hand on the back of your neck and another under the curve of your ass were enough to keep you in place.

But he pulled back and licked his lips. "Fuck Arber. You must be the hottest guy out there" You groaned.

He chuckled.

"I'm flattered" He brushed your wet lips with his thumb.

"You'd be hotter in your knees, tho"

He rolled his eyes and stole another kiss. He knew you had a pretty loose tongue. He had seen you chirping his friends like no one else. But this? It made him painfully hard.

"Is that what you want?" He wouldn't let you win so easily. "Beg for it" He said grabbing your chin with his fingers.

You surprised him. He thought you would be... More bratty? He didn't even know.

"Please" You said with a smile.

He laughed and kissed your lips. "A bit more?"

"Could you pretty please get on your knees for me?"

He dropped to the floor making you laugh. Then he realized that more than beg you had simply asked nicely. He was putty in your hands and that was a fact. But he couldn't care less. He would do anything you asked him for.

"Cute" You whispered.

He shook his head in disbelief and reached to open the button in your trousers. He wasn't ready for the matching lace panties that you were wearing. They barely hid anything but hugged your hips so perfectly. Plus... The fucking tattoos reached everywhere.

"Fuck..."

"Did you lock the door?"

"They know better than to come and bother."

You bit your lip and clenched your thighs at the thought. Anyone could walk in. You knew the guys and they were just a bunch of idiots. But also the way Arber spoke... They wouldn't dare to come. Arber had that smirk of his on his lips and it was driving you insane.

"Wanna see something else?" You teased.

"Whatever you have to show me"

So you took your bra off and Arber gasped. "Those too?" Little metallic piercings adorned your nipples and made them look perky. "Fuck, you want to kill me"

You giggled and leaned forwards slightly to grab his hands. He swallowed and observed how you guided his movements. You were already trembling. Your nipples were really sensitive against his palms and his hands were big enough to grab the whole breast. Arber followed your lead and touched you just how you were asking him to do. You never let go of his hands, though.

"Is that how you like it?" He asked with his eyes on yours. You nodded and closed your eyes. "You are perfect."

He pulled you even closer and planet his lips on your belly. Slow and wet kisses, moved up to your chest and he sucked one of your nipples between his lips.

You moaned so sweetly and felt your panties dampening. "Oh Fuck"

Arber took his sweet time savouring your skin. He tasted the moth tattoo in your belly, the rose on your hip, the hydrangea in your upper thigh, the finch in above your knee, then back up to the ivy in your inner thigh, the love written in your other thigh, the little fish in you inner wrist and the song lyrics in your rib cage. You forgot about anything else, closed your eyes and focused on his lips. You focused on how they felt as he sucked marks on your breasts and his tongue played with the metal buds in your nipples. You were barely conscious of him taking your pantie off until he attached his mouth to your centre.

You had to cover your mouth to not moan loudly. Arber was looking at you and he would never forget the face you made. Fuck. He got really invested in it, he wanted you to feel good. If he could, he would ruin everyone else. He wanted you only for him. He couldn't let you go after this.

But to be honest, it was uncomfortable. He was a big guy and the posture was awkward. So he didn't even thought twice. He turned you around and you yelped. Then a big hand pressed on your lower back and you bent forward.

"Oh wow..." It was quite a picture to remember. Even more when you leaned and laid face down on the edge. "Fuck baby... You will end me"

You bit your lip and wiggled your ass and he looked at your ass cheeks and smiled. "Well, your wish is my command"

You felt his teeth sinking and you smiled while whimper left your lips. Bite me was written in bold capital letters.

"I fucking love this" He whispered against your skin before grabbing both ass cheeks.

"P-please..." You were already desperate to feel his wet mouth again.

Arber dive in again and it was even better than before. His mouth was everywhere. You were desperately grabbing into the sheets and biting down your hand to not be loud. But it was impossible. You were a whimpering mess as his tongue played with you and his lips sucked on those sensitive spots. He was eating you out like a starved man and his hands kept you in place, pressed against his hard and letting you know you wouldn't be done until he wanted to.

At some point, he leaned back for air and decided that he wanted it for longer. One of his fingers ran over your entrance.

"Arber... Please... Do something..." You weakly whispered. The pleasure had you shaky and you could barely move. You needed to come. It was coiling in your belly and you felt like you would explode.

two of his fingers quickly entered you and you whimpered against your hand. As he moved them slowly, Arber leaned forward and kissed your head. "You make the prettiest sounds, baby" He pressed another kiss on your cheek and then nibbled your earlobe.

His fingers were thick and stretching you so nicely. "T-he other w-ay" You choked out.

Arber obeyed and moved his finger in the opposite way.

You gasped for air and pushed your ass back against his hand. He bit his lip. He had you basically against his thighs, naked and shaky, not being able to form a single word. His fingers were moving exactly in the way you liked them the most, pressing against your sweet spot and making the pleasure grow faster than ever. "A-arbie..."

He kissed the curve of your back where a tattoo of a bird looked up at him. "Tell me, baby"

"I...I... Your mouth"

"You want my mouth again?"

"Y-yes... Please..."

With another bite in the Bite me tattoo, Arber pulled his fingers out and you took a deep breath. "Such a good girl"

You looked back at him, who had a smug smirk on his lips. "The best" And then you threaded your fingers on his black hair and pulled him closer to your centre. A low laugh grumbled on his chest as he grabbed your ass cheeks again and resumed his work.

"Fuck, you are so good at this" You told him.

Arber started thinking about how he maybe had a little praise kink because those words drove him crazy.

It was a matter of time before you came undone. Your sweet sounds were muffled by the sheets and your and, but your breath was loud filling the room. Arber lapped at you until you let go of his hair and tried to pull away.

His initial plan of eating you out until he got tired of it would need to wait because his need to be inside you was actually bigger now.

When he pulled back, you whined. You didn't even know why. You just did. Probably it was because of the relief you felt.

"You are so sweet, baby" He said and kissed your shoulder.

Arber picked your chin and kissed your lips, letting you taste yourself. The kiss was slow and deep. His tongue was roaming around your mouth.

When he pulled back, he let you sit in the bed before grabbing you and throwing you to the centre of it. "Fuck, that was hot" You chuckled out of breath.

Arber looked down at you as he undressed. He knew well what it was doing to you. On your post-orgasm haze, your eyes looked hungry for more. Your finger was drawing patterns in your belly as you concentrated on his moves.

"You are so... ugh" You groaned and leaned back on the bed. "You have to look like that and be that goo with your mouth and...AH!"

With a smooth move and a smile, Arber flipped you so you were now on your belly. "But I want to see you..." You pouted looking back. "Shit"

Perfect. That's how he looked.

"I also like your tattoo, by the way"

He smiled and climbed over you, one big hand tracing a path up your side and to the back of your head. He kissed you deeply once more and laid his weight on you. You huffed a bit.

Arber blindly reached into the drawer and pulled a condom out of it. He outted it on and caressed your cheek.

"Ready?"

"I have for the last half an hour"

He laughed and kissed your shoulder. Then, he positioned himself between your legs and...

"A pillow" You remembered. Clumsily, you put a pillow under your hips and wiggled your ass. He couldn't contain himself and spanked it.

You gasped and heat crept to your cheeks.

"You like it..." He teased.

"Shut up"

He spanked you again and you groaned.

"Are you going to fuck me or should I call Slaf?"

It was quick, he slid in you with no resistance and you choked on your breath. He closed his eyes for long seconds, needing a minute to get used to the feeling of your walls around him.

"Don't have anything to say now?"

"F-fuck you"

He couldn't stop kissing your face. He was fucking you deep and hard, strong thrusts of his hips made the whole bed move, but his hands were gentle and sweet with you and his lips kept you grounded with a soft kiss. Until at some point, your sounds were getting dangerously loud and he had to cover your mouth with one big hand..

It was hot. Probably the hottest thing you had done. And you took notes to ask him to put those hands around your neck instead the next time. When your friends weren't outside and probably heard the bed slamming against the wall.

But who really cared? Not you. You hadn't even realized that there was now music sounding outside because they had been more clever to muffle the sounds even before they could hear them.

You could only think of Arber, of his weight and strength as he pushed deep in you and the sounds he made.

"You feel so good... fuck..." He panted in your ear. "You are too good for me... shit... I think I'm going crazy..."

You moaned against his hand and closed your eyes. Did you want to cry? You did. It was so intense and the prior orgasm was still present. You knew you wouldn't last and Arber knew it too. He had already learnt your sounds. He had them all memorized.

And when you did, your fist clenched hard around the pillow and your other hand on his hip when you grabbed back into him. He hissed when he felt the sharp pain of your nails digging into his skin.

"Shh... Want them all to hear you?"

You came down your high with breathy moans but Arber kept moving against you until he felt his own orgasm building. "I'm going to..."

"Let me" You whimpered.

Arber pulled out and watched you get on your fours. You were tired but you wanted to make the last effort. He felt proud of himself when he saw how you were shaking. Then you took him in your mouth and he was gone. You didn't need much to have him coming. A delicate hand kept you in place but free enough to move back if you needed to.

"Shit..." He groaned when you pulled back with teary eyes and your lips wet with saliva.

You were both kneeling now in front of each other out of breath and what felt like the best sex in your life.

You cleaned your mouth with your hand and smiled at him.

"Fuck..."

Arber cupped your face and kissed you deeply. You grabbed him and crawled close. You gave yourself the pleasure to caress his body. The slow make-out session was enough for you to relax. When you pulled back, Arber smiled.

"That was..."

You giggled and nodded. "Yes"

"Not a one-time thing, right? I will hate you if you disappear now" HE said still cupping your face.

"I'd be crazy if I do that" You said with your hands on his waist.

"I like you" He confessed in the softest tone. It felt great to say it.

You bit your lip and your heart went mad. "Take me out" You said.

"Now?"

"No, not now, idiot"

He laughed and kissed you again.

"Saturday?"

"That's perfect" You pecked his lips and pushed his sweaty hair back. "Can we shower?"

He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes and pushed his chest. And yes, you had another round in the shower before sleeping like two babies.

In the morning, you kissed his shoulder and cheek before getting the clothes he was supposed to give you last night. Outside, you found Slaf sleeping on the sofa.

You moved around the kitchen and looked for the things you needed to start with breakfast. Until you heard heavy steps behind you.

"Morning"

"Morning, Juraj"

"It's nice to see you standing this morning, YN"

You showed him a finger and he laughed.

"Dickhead"

"I told you he would like those them. What did I say? They will drive him nuts"

You laughed and nodded. "You were right, kiddo"

"Not a kid, YN"

"Yeah, whatever"

Arber found you two laughing in the kitchen but he didn't feel that jealousy anymore.

"Hey"

You turned to look at him and smiled to yourself when you saw him only wearing sweats.

"Good morning"

"Indeed" He said and walked to you before side hug you and kissing your head. "Smells good"

"Yeah. Juraj, wake Jordan up and tell him breakfast is ready"

"Mum and Dad need alone time, understood"

Arber and you laughed but as soon as he was out, Arber cupped your cheeks and gave you a sweet good morning kiss.

"What were you laughing at?"

You bit your lip and winked at him. "A secret of ours"

You wouldn't tell Arber that when he had been dying of jealousy, Juraj had been encouraging you to talk more to him and had convinced you that Arber actually liked you.

#arber xhekaj #ax #smut #fic #nhl

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artemisravencourtney · 7 months ago

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Klaroline WIP Wednesday: Those Violent Eyes Ch6

This chapter will drop later today, but I thought I'd do a sneak peek for WIP Wednesday. Enjoy!

“Why do you care so much about this pageant shit, anyway?”

She goes to run her fingers through her hair – a nervous habit she’s never quite been able to kick – but stops halfway when she remembers how much time it took to get it looking the way she wanted. “I guess I just want the acknowledgement, you know?” she sighs, “I mean, I do so much for this town, for everyone really, and sometimes it feels like I don’t even exist. Like no one sees me. Especially after the whole Damon thing. I mean, I was literally being mind-controlled by a creepy older ‘boyfriend’ and no one even noticed anything was wrong! And I know I was compelled not to say anything if someone asked, but so few people actually did, even though I do so much community-facing work… I don’t know, it just makes me feel like, if I left town tomorrow, like just completely disappeared, would anyone even remember I was here? And then with Miss Mystic it’s like, a big portion of it is how much community work you do, plus the library keeps record of every Miss Mystic since the town’s founding and it’s just… if I get it, it would mean that people actually notice me. They see what I do, and they appreciate it, and even if I die, or disappear, my name will still be in the town’s history books as someone who did something.” She takes a breath, realizing she’s been rambling, and lets out a laugh, “I know that’s a lot to think about some stupid beauty pageant but-”

“-It’s not.” Bonnie says firmly. “It’s not stupid. It actually makes a lot of sense. You deserve to win. But for the record, even if you don’t, this town isn’t going to forget you, Caroline Forbes. I won’t let them.”

She starts the car, and they spend the rest of the drive singing along to the radio like it’s the last day of summer vacation.

#the vampire diaries #tvd #caroline forbes #klaroline #klaus mikaelson #klaroline fanfiction #my fanfic writing #those violent eyes #bonnie bennett

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yukkisagi · 2 years ago

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"in your dreams"

"hopefully when i'm awake too"

in which oliver aiku swears your his favorite, even though he's the most self centered, inconsiderate, apathetic asshole to ever exist. - this is quite literally just word vomit, nothing really happens honestly - implied past sexual relations, a lil toxic and intoxicated, lil suggestive, fuckboy oliver aiku, not proofread -over my dead body would i ever let him hit, i swear no cap

oliver aiku, with all his glory and dignity, was standing at your front door clearly intoxicated.

this isn't the first time you've witnessed this scene, but it definitely wasn't a common occurrence. with you arms across your chest, you impatiently wait for his newest excuse for disturbing your sleep in the middle of night.

"hey baby," he grins, eyes barely peeking through his shaggy bangs. "what are you still doin' awake at this hour?"

"why are you here?" you immediately snapped, not allowing him to have control of the conversation at hand.

"aw c'mon stop playin'," he coos as he reaches over to wrap an arm around you. "you know why i'm here."

"i do huh?" you push his arms back.

"stop that," he groans as he muscles his way back onto your body. believing that you were no match for strength. "just say you miss like you always do."

"wrong girl," you shove your shoulder into his chest and try to create space between you two, earning a slight wince as you escape his grasp. "go home aiku."

"baby, you know you're my favorite." he follows you into your house, closing the door behind him. you internally scream at your own instincts for failing to immediately slam the door in his face.

"you say that to every girl."

"that's not true sweetie, you've always been special."

"god it's like you literally have no soul." you finally halt your angry rapid steps, whipping around to face him. "just always copy and pasting a script to any girl that has the honor of your grace.

you wish you could confidently say you saw just a glimpse of hurt in his slightly widened eyes when you spit your insults at him, but you knew better then that. oliver aiku was just a carcass of a boy, not a drop of love, goodness or consideration in his blood.

he knows he can't be offended by words that couldn't be any truer. did it still sting a little because it came out of your mouth? who knows?

"aw cmon, who do you call when your black out drunk? and who do i coming running to when i'm drunk?" he points out.

as your cringe at the multiple flashbacks of your not so proudest moments, he sneaks up to you, pressing his forehead against yours. as you are about to shove him off again, your hands freeze at his chest as you meet his secret weapon - the ever so enchanting perfectly mismatched eyes.

"it's like, we're made for each other." he encases you hands with his own, holding them close to his chest while his eyes sparkle into yours, as if they're trying to envelop you in some ridiculous fairy tale.

that dramatic statement easily brings you back to reality though. was he always this dramatic? did he always talk like a character from movies like the notebook?

"intoxication does not define a relationship," you scoff and look away, regaining your composure and attempt to push him again. "now get off of me you disgusting drunkard."

"fine you're right, but i do have some redeeming qualities ya know?" he smirks, satisfied by your slip up and winning back the upper hand. his confidence is now back in tenfold.

"do you now?" you ridicule. "i haven't seen any."

"i bring you take out when your busy studying for finals, heck i even remember when you have finals!" he proudly puffs his chest out at something so miniscule to you. "i even bring you medicine afterwards too, since you get sick every single time."

"so you're like, my servant?" you slowly spell out.

"you know what, that has a nice ring to it." he winks at you with a cheeky grin as he flattens your fingers against the buttons of his shirt that is barely covering his chest. "i'd love to be your servant."

the devil works hard, but when it comes to chasing pussy, oliver aiku suddenly has the drive of a college student using adderall the night before their finals for a failing class.

"in your dreams." you swat his hands away, knowing exactly what kind of servant he actually wants to be.

"hopefully when i'm awake too."

"you are such an asshole." you start moving towards your room again, hopefully you'll be able to slam the door on his face this time.

"so are you," he pouts. "you're wounding me sweetheart."

"i wish i could physically wound you." the audacity this man had to continue his attempts of buttering you up even as you were about to bitch slap him across the face was unbelievable.

"what if i just wanted innocent cuddles, someone to just keep me warming during these cold nights?"

"nothing that comes out of your mouth is innocent. and it is literally summer." you state flatly, now really wanting to slap him. "can you just go home now, i'm tired of talking in circle with you."

"you're right, i'm tired too. lets just shut up." he grins as finally he envelops you in a hug that not even arnold schwarzenegger himself could probably escape, muffling your voice into his chest before you can say anything else.

he was way too warm, probably from all the alcohol, and it was hard to fight back. you try to wiggle out only to be met with a playful hum. once your movements finally stills, he sighs into your hair, fingertips gripping at your waist tighter then they already were.

"see?" he starts waddling you both into your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. "there's no point in being mean, even if it is a little hot."

now your grateful to be in his embrace to hide your completely flushed cheeks.

you always knew why you hated him. because even if it was just for a brief moment, you loved being special to him. you loved being the apple to his eye. you loved the attention he gave you and you hated that you would probably do anything keep him all of it to yourself.

as aiku drops the both of you onto the bed, his drunk thoughts are finally beginning to settle in. he is not vulnerable man, but even he could admit that this just felt right. your bed holding the two of you, his arms securing you in his chest, your warmth enveloping him and his heartbeat steadily thumping against yours, as if it was trying to find your heart to sync with.

no amount of alcohol could ever make him deny this comfort. if anything, it just made him hungrier to greedily snatch it from you, even if he knew he wasn't worthy of your love.

"this is all i came here for." he whispers as if he was letting you in on one of his secrets. he figures you deserved a little bit of his vulnerability in exchange for bypassing his selfish actions.

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lastbluetardis · 2 years ago

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could you link a guide on how to comment well? i've seen some authors say they want like more meaningful comments and when i don't have more than a thank you to offer i feel like i'm a failure to them and don't comment at all because they'll get mad

Aww, Nonnie, I promise you that 99.9% of authors will be happy with some variation of "Wow, I loved this [insert emoji of choice]" (the emoji is optional btw, I just find them to be adorable). These comprise 90% of my comments, and I adore them.

That being said, I would be lying if I said that a "meaningful" comment wasn't amazing to read. But everyone has their own idea of "meaningful". For me, I want to know what resonated with my reader. Did they laugh at a certain line/scene? Did their heart drop into their stomach during a particularly angsty scene? Did they giggle like a loony when the characters were being soft and sweet and fluffy? I like to know that I nailed the emotion(s) I was hoping to evoke. And comments like this can still be pretty short. "Great chapter! I really loved the part when Character A did/said this. It made me feel [insert emotion]."

Some readers like to leave a rambling stream-of-consciousness comment because they either remember everything they'd just read, or they were leaving notes for themselves along the way. I know this method of commenting isn't the norm, but it's always fun to read these sorts of comments, because it's like a little sneak peek into my readers' mind as they went from scene to scene in the story.

Some readers like to go on longer tangents and will share more personal stories about themselves to explain exactly why something resonated with them. I will never ever expect a reader to do this; their personal lives are their own personal business. If they want to share their experiences with me, I will absolutely listen and cherish the piece of themselves they are sharing with me. But I don't think that it's necessary to pour your heart out in a comment.

I've gone back and reblogged a few old posts I'd found in the depths of my blog about commenting. Here are the links (the last one is an extension some people use to have a comment box open as they read... I haven't tried this out recently, but it worked when I first installed the extension several years ago):

how to comment | cheats for commenting | AO3 extension directions

I hope you find those helpful. Try not to be too stressed about writing the "perfect" comment. Anything will make an author's day. Anything that makes the author feel seen and appreciated 💜

#commenting #how to comment #ao3 #fanfiction #nonnie #ash answers

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thelaundrybitch · 11 months ago

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As a fan that’s literally in the shadows anticipating your wondrous WIPs I figured it’d be ok to poke you 🥸🫥🙃

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

I’d also like to make a personal request and beg for another snippet 👀 (optional)

HELLLLOOOO! Thank you for the ask!

And I'm so sorry this is hella long, I got a bit excitable while answering LOL

~~Fun and a sneak peek of a bit of Tethered under the cut~~

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

AHHHHH!!!!

The work isn't posted yet! 😩

*cries in tactical Basilio and Jehannet*

SO! I would say anything with my tactical turts in it.

You can find the fic and the original concept art HERE

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers'/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

God this is such a hard question wtf

Ok, I would have to say that my favorite character to write for is adult Michelangelo

And funny enough, I have exactly ONE fic written for him - The Snow Storm.

I enjoy writing for him because I think he's an absolute wild card. He's usually portrayed as that carefree, dumbed-down, himbo who needs his big brothers to look out for him.

And that just doesn't feel right to me.

Honestly, I have a decent amount written for him under wraps in Tethered, and I am very excited for everyone to fully meet my Tactical Mike because I think he's gonna blow some panties to smithereens.

💥💥💥🩲💥💥💥

However, if you are looking for some of my Tactical Mike, I gave a small taste of him through Little Blue Hearts, and again in First Kiss Head Canons.

ALTERNATIVELY

I love writing for/as *reader* because I highly enjoy all the internal dialogue I can add and the sassy shenanigans that come about when interacting with the turts.

I’d also like to make a personal request and beg for another snippet 👀 (optional)

LMAO! For you? Absolutely.

OK, without giving TOO much away...

The MC is a "jumper" when she dreams, and sometimes, when she makes it to the turts, she isn't all there. She's kinda on autopilot. You know. Reptilian brain. Ish.

Anyway, here, have a good laugh at poor Leo's expense.

Again. It's a bit messy but try and enjoy the shenanigans.

💙💙💙💙💙

When I finally gain some lucidity, I'm sitting in Basilio's lap, my head on his shoulder.

👀👀👀

We're in the movie room

I lift my head and I'm now looking around confused™

Until my eyes land on Leo, who is beside us, and J and Don, who are sitting on the floor.

"Uhh…"

I look back at Basilio, and he studies my face for a moment with a teasing smirk on his face while his arms are comfortably around my middle, our fingers intertwined -to the best of our ability- with one hand.

I glance down as Don turns and looks up at us.

"Did I miss something?" I ask, and all four boys chuckle.

"I'd say so," teases J, "You wouldn't leave poor Bayz alone all night."

"I wouldn't say poor," Leo mumbles.

I look over at him and he's doing the big pout, arms crossed.

I look at Don, in question.

"Yeah, you got here, and we were all in the lab together, and you went right for Basilio," Don says.

"I was in the kitchen getting a refill on the snack bowl," Leo pouts.

"So I just walked over to Bayz," I say looking at him with a smile, "and attached myself?"

"Nah, girl. You RAN," emphasizes J with big eyes.

My eyebrows are on the ceiling somewhere.

Don chuckles, "Yep. And he wasn't expecting for it to be him, so you ran and jumped, and knocked him on his ass. It was quite entertaining, actually."

"Then this guy comes in," J says, pointing his thumb at Leo, "sees you on top of Bayz, and has a conniption," he giggles.

"Drops the entire bowl of snacks ALL over the lab floor," continues Don, "and tries to 'help you up'," he says using air quotes.

"AKA he tried to wrestle you out of Bayz's arms, but you weren't having it," J says, biting back more giggles.

My eyes are the size of moons and my face is redder than freshly cooked lobster.

"You clung to me like a baby monkey," Bayz tells me, looking quite pleased with his twin's extreme dismay.

"Then the kisses started," Don says with a smirk.

"WHAT?!" now I'm REALLY mortified.

"Don't worry, you only got a couple in before Don intervened. The second he called you Sunshine, you scrambled off of Bayz, jumped on Don, and started to undress him," J is in a fit of giggles now.

JFC. What is wrong with me.

I look at Don, who has a sultry look of satisfaction written across his handsome face.

"So I took you to bed and told these guys we'd meet them in here in about 45 minutes," he husks with a wink.

"Then this guy," J accuses Leo again, "complains, what?! What the fuck are you doing for 45 minutes?! It doesn't take that long!"

"And Don looks him dead in the eye and says, It does if you're doing it right, and slams the bedroom door," chuckles Basilio.

☠️☠️☠️

"And it took almost two hours. So he must've done a really good job," says J with a grin so big it might split his face in half.

"If you don't remember, I can show you what we did," Don says with that flirty Don look.

💙💙💙💙💙

Hope you enjoyed the snippet! You can Find out more about Basilio HERE and more about J (Jehannet) HERE.

Again, Thank you so much for asking me some questions! I love doing these!

Questions are from this post HERE for anyone else who may want to use it or to ask more questions!

~tags for the sneak peek~

@leosgirl82 @leoandraphssoulmate @eveandtheturtles @ninjaintheshadow @replicasey @scholastic-dragon @justalotoffanfiction @meowph-132

#asks answered #asks #fun asks #thelaundrybitch #thelaundrybitch speaks #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!#all about me #WIP SNIPPET ALERT #tmnt aged up #oc basilio #oc bayz #tethered series #tactical team turtles #t3

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avaford2009 · 3 months ago

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A Sneak Peek of A Bug's Life (Rewrite) - Finding Red

EXT. ANT ISLAND, THE SEWERS - NIGHT

They all enter the sewers through the hole then work together again to pull the grate back over it.

Everyone continues to follow the mice, complaining as they do so.

SLIM

Look out! Do we have to do everything together?

FRANCIS

Can I just say I love you all very much?

ROSIE

Whose breath is that?

MANNY

Gross. Gross. Gross. Gross. Gross.

The mice lead everyone to a small tunnel covered up by criss-crossing bars. But as the mice squeaks, Star uses a hint of stardust to make the mice talk.

MOUSE

This is it, through here. A little mice advice: keep your ears open, don’t linger, and be smart. Don’t leave any droppings behind.

The mice scamper away while the group looks at each other, wondering how they’re going to get through. Alicia, Flik, and Star press their bodies against the bars to try and see if there was some way they could get through. But then, everybody else starts pressing their bodies to the bars as well.

FLIK

Stop pushing! Stop pushing!

The bars and everybody falls and slides down the tunnel. And Heimlich land on the other end. Everybody gets up and sees that they’re in a hallway lined with doors.

GYPSY

I knew it. I knew there was a cover-up.

Everyone looks around the dungeon. The others split up and look through the other doors. Alicia looks through the bars on it and sees something around here.

ALICIA

Queen Ant! Dot! Where are they? Did something else happen to them?

Flik looks through the bars on it and sees someone lying on a bed. He recognizes who the person is.

FLIK

Red! It's Red!

Everyone immediately runs towards that door. Alicia looks inside and, sure enough, there is Red laying on the bed, breathing.

SLIM

What did they do to him?

Slim tries to pull the door open but it’s locked. Star steps in front of Slim to examine the lock. After shapeshifting his finger into a key, he opens it, allowing everyone to rush inside.

As everyone rushes in, seeing Red laying on the bed, breathing in pain.

FLIK

His wish has been destroyed.

Tears begin to build in Red’s eyes and he finds himself unable to look in theirs.

ALICIA

It's okay. We're here to help.

RED

No, you can't be here. If Hopper finds out, you'll end up like me. He's more powerful than we ever imagined.

FLIK

But he doesn't have a star helping him.

Star heals Red with a dash of stardust, hugging him. Red's tears were dried as he sees Star, healing him with stardust.

RED

A star? A real star. Thank you. My wish was to study magic. I looked up to Hopper until I saw the truth of him. But with a star, you might have a chance to break his terrible hold on the wishes.

ALICIA

His magic can be broken?

FRANCIS

Someone's coming!

Francis opens the door wide.

FRANCIS

Hurry!

Everyone grabs Red, carrying to the small tunnel. Flik notices the sound of the wheels of the table.

FLIK

Wait, I know that sound.

MANNY

Flik, what are you doing?

As the sound of the wheels of the table apporaches, revealed it's Princess Atta, rolling the table.

PRINCESS ATTA

Flik!

FLIK

Atta!

Princess Atta hugs Flik in reunited.

RED

Princess Atta?

ALICIA

Thank goodness!

ROSIE

She's okay.

FLIK & PRINCESS ATTA

What are you doing here?

PRINCESS ATTA

He sent me here to care for the ungrateful like me. Said I don't deserve freedom after what we did.

FLIK

I'm so sorry, Atta.

PRINCESS ATTA

He also said that because of my... my weaknesses, I'm a burden no one would miss, and I'd never be worthy of any wish. You were right about him, Flik. He's so cruel.

Flik knows about this, he never tries to lie.

FLIK

He underestimates you, and that's a good thing.

PRINCESS ATTA

It is?

FLIK

When you're underestimated, they don't see your power coming until after it's changed the world.

Princess Atta and Flik hugs again in melancholy.

PRINCESS ATTA

Oh, Flik, my mother Queen and my little daughter Dot were here, but Hopper took them. I don't know where.

The others split up and look through the other doors and looks through the bars on it and sees people on their bed, weak.

ROSIE

There's more people over here!

GYPSY

Everyone who is missing.

SLIM

We have to free them!

Alicia, Star, Flik, Princess Atta and the others saw the guards spotted on them.

GUARD #1

Hey!

HEIMLICH

Quick! Run!

GUARD #1

I-It’s her!

GUARD #2

Stop her!

The guards push the cart aside to chase after the warrior bugs. As they’re all running away, Star blasts his magic at the cart, causing the bowl of food and the tablecloth on it to fly straight for the heads of the two closest guards and bringing the cart itself to life to attack the third one. As the last guard standing defends himself, he looks at the warrior bugs and sees all of them squeezing inside the little tunnel they came in through.

GUARD #3

Hey, stop! You traitors!

INT. ANT ISLAND, THE SEWERS - NIGHT

Everyone runs back, hiding away the guards.

#a bugs life #a bug's life #a bug's life rewrite #flik #princess atta #duchess alicia #wish star #slim #rosie #gypsy #manny #heimlich #dim #tuck and roll #francis #oc #my oc art #red

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javier-pena · 6 months ago

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WIP WEDNESDAY THURSDAY

thank you for tagging me @endlessthxxghts 😘

i'd say i'm currently busy with three projects, although i've decided to finish one after the other or i'll go insane, so i'm sharing them in the order i want to finish them

the first one is my script project for which i have to finish a 30-page film treatment until september 6 and yes i'm slightly panicking about it because out of the 30 pages i've written 0 so far because my mentor keeps forcing me to come back to the exposé, so i can't really share anything about that (yet?) + it's not written in english so yeah ... obviously since this project has a very serious deadline, i will try to finish it first before working on anything else

but once i've handed it in, i will finish my frankie x f!reader x joel fic, three's a crowd, that i've already talked about a bit, anyways here's another sneak peek at that 👀

“Ever heard of mouth-to-mouth?” He laughs one of those laughs that comes from deep inside his chest and shakes his whole body. “Leave it to you to make saving someone’s life sound sexy.” “But it is sexy,” you say emphatically. “Imagine pulling me from the pool, your big, strong arms wrapped around me. I think you’d stay calm and collected, you’d know exactly what to do. Any woman who doesn’t fall for you would be a fool.” Frankie dips his fingers into the water and flicks some of it in your direction. You squeal and try to duck, but the drops still hit you in a quick shower. “Shut up,” Frankie laughs.

and finally (!!!!!!!!!) after THREE YEARS of extensive back and worth i will finish my first novel (i have like 15k more words to go, it's really nothing) and i can and will share a little sneak peek of that 🤭

“You weren’t supposed to find out about her,” he says, and takes a careful step toward me and Katie. How could I not find out about her? She’s my Katie. “Yeah, I bet,” Katie growls, her voice full of venom. “How did you figure it out?” he asks to disguise a second step he’s taking toward us. “I’ve known all along. From the second she stopped replying to my messages.” I feel my hands grow sweaty with fear, but I don’t quite know why.

no pressure tags (a day late haha): @undercoverpena | @janaispunk | @aurorawritestoescape | @alltheirdamn | @sp00kymulderr

#tag game

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itsclydebitches · 2 years ago

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I want someone to explain to me how the heck Blake ended up dropped nearby Weiss when she fell with Ruby?? Shouldn't, logically, she be closer to her? Or do we just say "it's fake wonderland, logic no longer exists". Also how did they all find each other but not find Jaune. Not complaining, exactly, that he's not made an appearance just... confused by it. (Would be hilarious if the writers somehow forgot they even dropped him to begin with.)

I think the explanation for that is in the Volume 9 sneak peek we saw a... year ago? A while, anyway. The one where we get the events of the finale from Ruby's PoV. When she falls Blake sorta disappears after Ruby looks away for a moment, then she winds up in the in-between place with the floating orange orbs (which are a strange detail ngl), Neo shows up, they fight, Ruby throws her off, and then Neo just kinda hovers there menacingly until she too fades away. Ruby then wakes up on the beach alone.

So yeah, it's an "explanation" in the sense that the story seems to have gone, "Magical voids mean we can just have everyone wake up wherever we please, rather than tackling the more challenging structure of keeping those who fell together." Honestly, I'd much rather Ruby wake up and forge an actual relationship with Blake + deal with Neo without the rest of her team than, uh, meeting a mouse.

As for Jaune, who knows. More convenient plotting where the team stumble across each other quickly--as in, the first episode or two given the theory that our trailer isn't showing much beyond that--but for inexplicable reasons he remains lost? Does it have to do with the fact that maybe they aren't looking for him if Weiss assumes/hopes he made it to the portal? Or the reigning theory: Jaune is an antagonist of the Volume, changed by Wonderland, and thus is actively avoiding the girls?

Personally, I'm not persuaded by that though, for a couple of reasons. 1. It would require a Wonderland where both space (falling in different places) and time are seriously wonky, given that Jaune fell last, but is presumably warped by Wonderland long before the girls even wake up. I mean, it's possible, especially given our inspiration, but it's way more confusing/messy. 2. If Jaune were the antagonist I would honestly expect them to hint at that in the trailer. Given his popularity across much of the fandom and the writers' own interest in his character, that seems the perfect way to hook a lot of fans after the long hiatus. And 3. The theory revolves around Jaune being the knight which yeah, tracks in an aesthetic sense (sword and shield) but the narration of our presumed antagonist is a woman and the shot from the back that the trailer gave us 100% looks like a woman (as RT would design one)/not like Jaune/I'm pretty sure that's her long hair up in a bun. The theory was more plausible back when the knight/armorer/whoever she is was only wearing a helmet.

Really, I'm not sure what to make of Jaune's lack of screentime in the trailer. Again, it could simply be that they only picked scenes from the first 1-2 episodes, but it feels like we're already struggling with the problem I pointed out all the way back in Volume 8: by having Jaune kill Penny and then fall into the void, RT created a situation where he has to be at the center of the next Volume's emotional journey--you can't just ignore what he did + his presence in Wonderland--but simultaneously, Jaune shouldn't be the focus when this is otherwise a Volume about our title team working through their own doubts. Now, we're seeing that precise push-and-pull in the fandom. Some fans are horrified that he didn't show up. How can you possibly ignore Jaune right now?? Meanwhile, some are relieved that he didn't show up. Good, this wasn't supposed to be your Volume anyway. RT really backed themselves into a corner with this one, imo, because if Jaune's journey gets a lot of focus we'll be right back to, Why is he Mr. Character Development when all four girls are RIGHT THERE, but if they don't do enough we've got more, Love that you introduced these HUGE plot points and then did so little with them. If Volume 9 centers the emotional journey around finding Jaune and comforting him over Penny's death, we've got a problem. If they mostly ignore his actions and focus on the girls, we've got a problem. It's not that RWDE folk are refusing to be happy about what's put up on screen (as I often see the more protective fans claiming), but rather we recognize the mistakes made in the past that are now leading to more issues.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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gaps-between-stories · 2 years ago

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A sneak peek at my OFMD/36 Questions AU.

“And I loved who I was with you.”

The more time that passed, the more Stede thought that he might’ve actually escaped his past. After two years of silence, of no attempts to drag him back to New York, or worse, London, he’d thought that they’d finally have a chance.

“They finally tracked me down after years of running.” First it was the PIs he’d caught lurking in the cul-de-sac, a problem solved quietly with a quick phone call. Izzy had grumbled about sending over Ivan and Fang while still on the clock.

Ed hadn’t even been in town that weekend.

After 4 months of hearing nothing else, Stede had naively thought they were in the clear, thought that Ed would never need to know.

He wouldn’t have, if it weren’t for the next visit 6 months later, this time Chauncey -fucking-Badminton holding Crown papers that he’d torn to shreds. Ed had arrived home just as he was leaving, Stede scrambling for purchase to keep it together under his husband’s questioning.

That one had been harder to explain away. He’d pulled together some half-baked story about being the beneficiary of his estranged father’s estate, that ‘yes, his father had actually been alive when they first meet,’ but ‘no, I haven't spoken to him in fifteen years,’ and ‘yes, I am certain I was written out of the will,’ and ‘no, none of this effects us, darling, it was the clerical error of an aging family lawyer who should have retired half a decade ago.’

Ed hadn’t believed him then. Stede knew he didn’t – Stede knew him better than anyone else, better than himself most days. Edward hadn’t believed him then, but he’d eventually dropped the subject after Stede looked him right in the eyes and lied through his teeth, promising they would be alright. It was a promise he’d had no business making, which he knew then, too, but he was still desperately trying to outpace a live fuse that grew shorter every day.

“I tried to cling to the life I'd made together with you. So I did the only thing I knew how to: I denied who I was, because I wanted to keep my life, but the better version. Stede – your husband – He was a better person.”

The final match was struck two weeks later. Edward had opened the door before Stede could get to it, and standing in the doorway was the end of the world – well, the end of Stede’s, anyway.

“And before I knew what was happening, there was Mary standing at our front door, holding divorce papers, asking you about Stede Bonnet. And I knew instantly.”

She wasn’t even angry. That was the worst part of it all. She stood in that doorway, asking only for her freedom, a second chance at happiness after all of these years.

“You know, they say before you die your whole life flashes before your very eyes. Well, I can say quite confidently that it didn't the first time. But this time? This time I heard each and every lie I'd ever told you.” Beside him now, Ed’s breath hitched at the memory.

Stede could remember that day in chilling detail, everything seemingly moving in slow motion. The way that Ed’s knuckles whitened as they gripped the doorknob, the way he slowly turned to look at Stede, chest rising and falling like waves crashing against the hull of a ship. The look on Ed’s face had seared itself into Stede’s memory, haunting him every time he closed his eyes since.

They’d found themselves sitting in the living room, Ed listening silently as she explained the way her painting career had taken off since finding her painting instructor - her now fiance - a man who made her desperately happy, who the children had taken to like he was their own, who would marry her tomorrow if she’d allow him. That she wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for the small issue of their technically still legal marriage.

Stede had signed those papers without hesitation.

Much to his relief, they had been more than taken care of financially in his absence, his father allowing them a not insignificant bursary following Stede’s abandonment to keep them quiet about it, followed by a sizable inheritance after his death.

The children were thriving now, Alma was sharp as a whip and Louis was sweet as can be, all of them having relocated to Toronto to be closer to Doug’s family – ‘they have grandparents now, Stede’ she’d told him. She’d even left a couple of photographs, and an open invitation to call.

Stede had tried to listen, to focus his attention on the multitude of wonderful news Mary was telling him. But beyond his initial relief that he hadn’t permanently scarred them, he couldn’t truly divert his attention away from the growing angst coming from the corner Edward was sitting in.

When Mary finally swept out of their door an hour later, leaving the men alone again, the silence between them was suffocating.

Stede had desperately tried to bridge the divide, ‘please let me explain, my love.’

Ed had slowly stood from his seat, and Stede had watched him cross the living room, through the kitchen, into the foyer, wordlessly pocketing his keys and wallet as he went, before walking out the door.

That was the last time Stede had seen him before this morning.

Stede would walk that route dozens of times, recreating the path the love of his life took out of his life.

His words came out in a whisper, now. “I memorized your voice and how you say goodbye. But you never said goodbye –” his voice caught on the words, an accusation, a plea. “You never said goodbye, Edward, and I – I tried desperately to hold on to our life, to who I was with you.

“And I understood that you needed space, time. But you left, Ed, you left and you didn't say goodbye and I waited. I waited. I counted and I waited and you wouldn’t answer your phone and Izzy wouldn’t tell me where you were and it was like I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t – I didn’t – I don’t know how to breathe without you.”

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According to the 3rd sneak peak on the youtube channel, we get more info on Brass! Apparently he is going blind (?) or something of that sort. And there’s a Catherine name drop!! Though I don’t think she’ll be in the show. Thoughts?

hi, @jjnora!

so according to brass, he is experiencing "fuch's corneal disease," also known as fuch's corneal dystrophy, a progressive condition in which fluid builds up in the cornea of the eye, causing it to swell and thicken, leading to discomfort and cloudy vision.

fuch's dystrophy typically does not result in total blindness, and, contrary to what brass insinuates in the sneak peek, can be treated, with medication in its earlier stages and corneal transplant surgery in its later stages. after transplantation, patients normally experience a full reversal of symptoms.

though it's hard to say just by looking, it appears that brass's condition is fairly advanced. however, whether or not he's on the transplant list or if he's even eligible for a transplant at all, we don't yet know.

since this new reboot adventure kicks off with brass being attacked in his own home—on behalf of an old foe called "lucky”—i'd say it's probably a safe bet that his impaired vision will serve as a wrinkle in the case, as he likely won't be able to provide much in the way of “eyewitness testimony” concerning his attacker.

someone else who watched the later seasons of the show more closely than i did may have a better memory than i do on this one, but i honestly don't recall brass ever interacting with a criminal called lucky at any point during the original run of the show, much less having a serious adversarial dynamic with such a person, which may indicate that lucky is either someone from his new jersey days or else someone whom he has encountered since leaving the lvpd (perhaps when he was still working security for catherine back in 2015).

in any case, this peek confirms that he is indeed the one who calls sara in to help on the case and also suggests that he is probably the one who (somehow) gets her working with the lvpd crime lab again as a consultant.

other things we learn about brass from this clip include:

he does seemingly talk regularly with sara (and perhaps grissom?), though he hasn't mentioned his condition to her/them prior to this point.

he has an african grey parrot named elvis, whom he lovingly describes as a “little bastard.”

he doesn't seem to have adequate help/care and relies on his housekeeper to look after him.

he's still just as wry as ever.

he may or may not also be staying in catherine's hotel, a la the grissoms, following his attack.

he is also seemingly in contact with catherine, as he knows what's going on in her life.

as for catherine, the sneak peek tells us just enough to confirm that she is indeed responsible for putting the grissoms (and possibly also brass) up in her casino hotel; however, she is herself not present in vegas, as she is apparently either visiting or living in ireland to be near her grandchild.

how she and lindsey came to leave the lvpd crime lab, when they did so, and under what circumstances, we don't know. why they ended up in ireland, we also don't know. maybe lindsey partnered with or married someone who is from there or else is there for work.

it seems like a good guess that catherine probably retired in order to spend more time with her family (possibly around the time that lindsey got pregnant or had the baby), but there also could be more to the story that we don't yet know.

whether or not marg will appear in the reboot, we can't say for certain.

on the one hand, marg did recently like one of @fandomismymiddlename's tweets about her potentially appearing in the reboot, which could indicate that she has either already filmed a guest spot or at least has some interest in maybe doing so in the future, should the show get renewed for a second season.

on the other hand, she's had one show cancelled and then been picked up for another show on another network all during the time when csi: vegas has so far been filming, so i doubt she's had a lot of opportunity (or even been contractually at liberty) to get in any guest spots.

while it's technically possible that marg could have filmed an appearance on the reboot sometime back in may or june (during the brief window when she was otherwise unemployed), i have to believe that, had she done so, the cbs hype team would be playing up her return in the same way that they are billy, jorja, and paul's, as, after all, hers is a big enough name and catherine is a beloved enough character that giving fans a heads-up that she'd be back would make for good publicity for the new show.

the only reason i can see them keeping a potential return from her on the dl is if that return happened later in the season and was meant to be a surprise.

otherwise, i kinda think we'd have heard about it by now, you know?

in any case, the reboot writers sending catherine all the way to dublin seems like a good indication that they want her “out of sight and out of mind" for the time being, so we can take that for what we will.

as for other thoughts about the sneak peek:

as jorja has talked about in some of her recent interviews, sara seems to initially be under the impression that her trip to vegas will be a short one—72 hours or less. though she does know that brass has been attacked, she seems not to be aware prior to when she arrives that he is losing his vision. she also appears surprised (and even affronted) when he asks her to consult on the case. that so, one has to wonder: when she first responds to his call, what is it that she thinks she's coming back to las vegas to do? does she seriously believe that all she's there for is to move him out of his house and into catherine's hotel? but if she doesn't know about his sight, then why would she think he needs the help? the fact that she makes the drive from san diego to sin city in such quick time suggests a sense of urgency on her part, so is there perhaps more to her coming than we already know about? what could brass possibly say to her that would make her feel like she needs to get to him fast but also has her convinced that once she reaches him, he'll only need her for a couple of days at most?

brass's "at least i got sara sidle back to vegas" comment plus the fact that she had previously been unaware of his fuch's dystrophy suggests that sara has not been to vegas in a long time—perhaps not since the events of "immortality." if not, then the fact that she has not would imply that she must have finished up all of her business in vegas (leaving her job as lab director, selling her house and car, tying up all the loose ends on her old cases, etc.) remotely.

when brass asks sara what she's been up to recently, she doesn't give an answer. we know she has grissom collecting jellyfish in panama, but we still don't have a full idea of what their life over the last six years has consisted of. for example, why is she coming to vegas from san diego? has that city maybe become a "home base" for her and grissom, or is that just where they happened to be when sara received brass's call? were they maybe there seeing nick? beyond the issue of location, we also don't know how much contact they've kept up with their work family. sara insinuates that she and brass talk regularly and that she has at least recently been in touch with catherine (enough to have been put up at the hotel), but how often have she and grissom seen their old friends in person since 2015? have they done so at all? did they invite any of them to their (second) wedding? with brass, it seems unlikely that sara has physically been in the same place as him for at least a couple of years, given that his condition comes as a surprise to her. but what about with everyone else?

another general question about the csiverse: is this fictional universe one that is going to acknowledge the covid-19 pandemic, or is this story going to be set in an alternate universe where the pandemic never happened? so far, no one on the show seems to be wearing masks, so my guess is that the latter option is the case. we'll see, though.

sara seems very surprised/affronted when brass asks her to look into his case. though we know from interviews that she has kept up her accreditation enough to at least still be certified as a criminalist, to me, her reaction indicates far-removal from her old csi life—i.e., that she has not been involved with anything having to do with the profession recently.

anyway, those are my takes, for what they're worth.

thanks for the question! please feel welcome to send another any time.

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octoberobserver · 3 years ago

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hi !!! i read some of ur IT fics and thought I'd drop by to say i love ur writing hwksjdjfk i think i teared up a bit when i read part 4 of the frank sinatra series :')))) anyways i hope u have a nice day <3

Aw, hi @80ramiens! You're so sweet, thank you so much! This message has made my week. I LOVED writing the Frank Sinatra series, it was definitely one of my favourites. I plan to write more fics about Eddie being able to sing.

Here's a lil sneak peek of a (as of yet unpublished) Reddie fic I've had saved in my drafts for a while:

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Richie caught Eddie’s eyes over the top of his mother’s head as she took a step forward, hands raised to pinch both sides of his face.

“Oh, how did I ever forget about little Eddie Kaspbrak?” Maggie asked herself, tapping his cheek none-too-lightly. “Richie never stopped waxing poetic about you when—”

“Lies, slander, hearsay,” Richie cut across her, his cheeks noticeably flushed as he unceremoniously shoved Eddie out of the room, a hasty, “‘Night, mom!” thrown over his shoulder.

He could hear Eddie’s laughter waft into the kitchen as he quickly followed him, almost crashing into his back when the shorter man halted suddenly, whirling around to face him.

“You had a crush on me.”

Thanks again @80ramiens! Hope you have a nice day too! ❤

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starlightxsvt · 4 years ago

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Halcyon

Pairing: Jun x female reader

Genre: angst, crack, fluff, suggestive

Warnings: some cursing

Word count: 3k

"I didn't think you were the type to loose your sanity for a girl," you mumble as you drag Jun's sluggish body into his bedroom. "Me neither," comes his slurr, a drunk smile plastered on his face. You scoff, pushing him into the bed and reach for the half full plastic water bottle in his nightstand, helping him drink it up before laying him back on the bed.

"Mmm, dirty girl. Are you trying to take advantage of me?" Jun slurrs, a stupid smile plastered on his face as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You smack him in on the shoulder grumbling, "I should have left you in the bar, idiot."

"But you didn't," Jun giggles staring at the ceiling, his arms and legs spread wide on the bed. You roll your eyes and offer, "Let me take off your jacket. It must feel uncomfortable."

"Mmm, you really horny, no Y/n?" He grins at you and you fume. Even though you know the boy is drunk, his teasing gets on your nerves. You heave in a deep sigh, getting yourself together. Ignoring his protests you get rid off Jun's jean jacket and manage to put a pillow under his head. Then you grab some painkillers and set them down on his nightstand saying, "I'm keeping some medicine here. Take them after you wake up."

You don't get any reply, instead Jun stares at his ceiling murmuring, "Why does she like him so much? What does he have that I don't?"

Your heart breaks for the boy. Softly you take a seat beside his head. You whisper, "It's okay, Jun. You'll find someone better. Maybe you've been trying too hard for her to notice that someone else may like you." Jun's eyes meet yours, "Really?" You swallow and nod. And she's right in front of you, Jun.

Jun sighs as he sloppily places his head on your lap, "You're really nice you know."

Your heart constricts. You say nothing, softly stroking his hair, hoping he'd fall asleep soon. "You should get a boyfriend. You've been single since birth," Jun yawns. "Don't worry, I'll help you find a nice guy..." his voice trails off as his breathes come out softer, more evenly.

You've known Jun since primary school. You were neighbors who visited each other often. From building legos to sneaking out late night for a drive, you've done it all with Jun. As time passed your feelings for Jun grew into something more than just fondness and friendship. Unfortunately, Jun didn't feel the same because he never showed any sign of such and went around dating girls. But that didn't mean he forgot about you, no. He was there for you when you needed him and he took it up to himself to protect you - like an elder brother. It hurt you, your feelings hanging on the tip of your tongue but you could never get them out.

And just like that, after graduation both of you moved out of your small town and into the city and shared an apartment - your parents more than happy that you had Jun by your side. Yes, he was by your side, just not the way you wanted.

Jun's crush is a mutual friend, you both met her after moving into the city. She is nice and pretty and when Jun asked her out, maybe for the first time in his life, he got rejected. Soon after she got engaged and tonight she had thrown a party inviting all of her friends to celebrate. At first you suggested not to go because you knew Jun would end up like this but he protested, saying he wasn't a coward.

You look at his relaxed features as he sleeps and your heart aches. You feel bad for him. But worse for yourself.

Morning comes quicker than you expected and after freshening up, you rush to Jun's room. He sits in the middle of his bed, hair sticking out in different directions, staring at the floor in an unfocused gaze. You note that the pills from his nightstand is gone so he must've taken them.

"How do you feel? Are you sober now?" You chirp, entering his room. "I'm moderately functional," comes his grumble as he stares at the floor. You frown, "I'll...take that as a no."

"No, I'm sober but I wanna get drunk again. My head hurts so fucking bad, nghh." He flops back into his bed and you smile fondly at him. "Should've thought about that before getting wasted." His reply is a groan as he rubs his face. You offer, "How about I make you some soup? Can you take a shower? I'm sure you'll feel better."

Few hours later, Jun joins you for brunch as he drinks his soup and you finish the leftover chocolate cake.

"How do you feel?"

"Could be better."

You chuckle. He looks better for sure. His hair is slightly damp and his toned body peeking from underneath the thin white tee he's wearing. You swallow trying to take your mind out of the gutter.

"What are you looking at?" Jun asks casting his eyes to your laptop in front of you. "Oh, um... apartments..." You swallow. Jun's brows knit together in confusion as he sits down beside you, "What? Why?"

'Well, I was thinking of moving out."

Jun stares at you like you've grown two heads before speaking, "What the fuck Y/n? Why-why would you do that?"

You swallow trying to think of a convincing answer, "Well, I wanted to move somewhere closer to work you know, not take the subway?"

"I can drop you to work, you just need to say-"

"No it's okay, I just-"

"Do you have a boyfriend Y/n? Is that what you are hiding? If you want to move in with someone else you can just tell me!"

"No! No- it's not that. Just, listen-"

"No Y/n. I don't want to listen. I'm hurt, okay? We've been living together for so long and now you suddenly start looking for apartments to move out without discussing with me. I thought we were best friends. If you don't like living with me, you could've just said it." Jun stands up to leave.

Before you know it, the words slip past your mouth, "It's because I like you, okay!" Your eyes go wide as realization hits you and Jun stares at you, stuck in his place. It's like the whole world stops as both of you stare at each other, your heart thrumming loudly in your chest.

It's do or die now.

"Yes, I like you. I like you since - I don't know, forever maybe. You're always caring and looking out for me and it's hard not to have feelings for you okay? But it's harder to be close to you and watch you pin over other girls when you're all I want. So yes, I wanna move out. I wanna stay away from you so that I don't cry everytime you fuck or get drunk over someone else. And I'm sorry if I hurt you but I think this is for the best."

By now, a stray tear rolls down your cheek and you suck in a breath, annoyed at yourself. Jun stands immobile, gazing at you and just when you're about to open your mouth, he comes right in front of you to engulf you in his arms. You stop breathing as he squeezes you against his chest, his head resting on your shoulder. "J-Jun..."

"Why didn't you say that before?"

"Say what?"

"That you like me," he releases you and meets your eyes as you swallow nervously, "I...I don't know. You were never interested in me and... I was scared, I guess."

"I liked you in middle school, then highschool but you never gave me any sign. Instead whenever we talked about dating you said you'd rather stay single. So I kept my feelings to myself."

You stare at him, flabbergasted, your jaw unhinged before you suddenly burst out, "Well if you at least asked me out properly instead of being a pussy, we would be dating by now!" Jun flinches slightly at your voice, then sighs. "Yea, right, I'm sorry." You sigh with frustration before murmuring, "I'm sorry too. We're just both big idiots."

A soft chuckle escapes Jun as he gazes at you fondly, "We are." You smile, suddenly feeling shy as you try to avoid eye contact. Jun whispers, "Y/n, let me do this properly. Will you be my girlfriend?"

You chew on your bottom lip, your insides warming up. Elated your almost jump on him, hugging him tightly, "Yes! Yes, I'd love to!" Jun pulls you back to look at you, a dazzling smile plastered in his face as his hands gently stroke your cheek. "I want to kiss you."

"About time, Wen Junhui."

His lips mold into yours, a perfect match. His hand tilts your neck, guiding you expertly through the kiss. Soft moans escape from both of you as your tongues collide and when you pull back you realise your legs are wrapped around his waist. You smile sheepishly, warmth on your cheeks as he pecks your forehead, heading for his bedroom. "About time we do the other thing."

You look up at him, burning in embarrassment as you ask, "Um, right now?" He peers down at you frowning, "What? Isn't it about time we cuddle? Wait- what were you thinking, dirty girl?"

"I- Wen Junhui, I swear to God!" You hit his chest as he howls with laughter, dropping you to the bed.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Let's do the dirty, shall we?"

A/N: Hello lovelies! Yep, reposting cuz Tumblr ate up my post ughh. Anyway, I was so stressed out because I wanted to write something fluffy and cute for our Junnie and it isn't really my forte. I really hope you enjoyed reading this and if you did please let me know. Your words really inspire me to keep writing. 💖

My masterlist -> here

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