#I was too lazy to scan this so I just took a pic

[daddyhoothoot]

“I’m too much imp to simp.”

[poisonedprose]

₊˚✧ phone lights up my nightstand in the black

bestfriend!leon kennedy x fem!reader smut

warnings: 1.6k words, use of y/n, curse words, iphone user (sorry android users), COP LEON!!, phone/facetime sex, masturbation (f + m), kinda cnc idrk, itsy bitsy tiny sadism (m),

masterlists , based on this pic (i wanna eat his collar bones), part 2

The sound of Leon's phone ringing unpleasantly woke him up. The default iPhone ringtone makes him groan. He hesitantly lifted his head from his pillow, scanning the nightstand for his ringing phone. Once his eyes saw the phone and the contact name, Leon accepted the Facetime, only slightly annoyed now. 

"Y/N, it is one in the morning and I have work in a few hours. This better be good." He sighed. He took note of your camera being off even though you explicitly chose to Facetime him. "I can't sleep." Your voice was breathy and a little hoarse. "Can you talk to me until I fall asleep?" 

Leon would be lying if it didn't make his heart flutter at the fact that you called him of all people to help you. He sighed before setting his phone on the nightstand, leaning it against a half-empty bottle of beer, his body turning to lay on his side rather than his previous position on his back. 

"What do you want me to talk about?" He left his camera on, too lazy to make an effort to turn it off. His broad chest and arms on display, the blanket falling comfortably on his torso. "Anything." Your voice was even breathier than before, it concerned him a little, wondering if you were crying before you had called him, your camera being off not helping your case. 

"I can tell you about what I did at work today." You thought it was cute how he would sacrifice his very deeply important sleep to help you even when he had to be at work in just a few hours. "Okay." He could hear the smile you had on your face even though he couldn't see you. "Well, I woke up and then I had to go straight to work because I overslept. I had to drink the shitty RPD coffee." He laughed softly as you hummed along. 

"I don't know what they put in it to make it taste like it came from the depths of hell." He laughed again and was relieved when he heard your laugh emit from his phone. "It was pretty slow today, just had to look over some paperwork with Chris." You hummed again, letting him know you were still listening. "Like I said, pretty slow today. I don't wanna bore you." 

"Keep going, you're not boring me." Leon looked at the phone, staring a pink letter where your pretty face should be. "Keep going? Well, if you insist." He jokes but you don't find it very humorous, desperate for him to keep talking. "I thought about calling you 'cause I was so bored. I was just sitting at my desk all day." He admitted, a little shy to share this with you. "Why didn't you?" Your voice coming out whinier than you would have liked. 

Leon raised an eyebrow slightly. "I figured you were busy. Next time I will." He smiled, glancing at the clock that read 1:27. When he got no response from you he assumed you had fallen asleep. He wondered if he should hang up or if he should just leave the call going while he slept in case you needed him again. Neither choice mattered though once he heard the noise that came through the phone that you accidentally let slip. 

"Did you just... Did you just moan?" He stared at his phone in disbelief, convinced his mind was playing tricks on him, but it all started to make sense. The turned-off camera, the breathy and hoarse voice, the small whine that came with your words only moments before. He could hear your heavy breaths as silence overtook the both of you. "Y/N?" The way he says your name almost makes you moan again. "M'sorry." 

Leon stared at the pink letter, shock written on his face. "Sorry for what?" He asks hesitantly, wanting clarity on what you were apologizing for even though he had a pretty good idea of exactly what you're apologizing for. You stay silent again, unsure of what to say. "Y/N?" He says again and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from saying something you'll regret. "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" He asks, feeling a bit bold.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He could hear the dismay in your voice and he couldn't help but laugh. "I think.. you're touching yourself." He spoke slowly, afraid of what you would think if he had gotten it wrong. You go quiet again from embarrassment, and god, getting caught is really turning you on. "Sorry." You mumble, hoping he won't hang up and never speak to you again. 

"Why don't you, uh.. show me?" You can see the nervousness on his face when he asks the question and you would be lying if he didn't look cute. You don't say anything as you hesitantly turn your camera on, his eyes instantly being blessed with the slight of your hand shoved down your pretty panties. 

He remembers when you bought them, texting him a picture and asking what he thought. Getting a boner in the middle of work and he couldn't even think of what to say to you without sounding desperate, opting for a simple "they're nice" with a thumbs up emoji. And once again, he doesn't know what to say while looking at the same pair of underwear. 

"Oh, fuck." He glances at the clock again, 1:31 AM. He could feel himself getting harder under the meticulously placed blanket. He could see the outline of your fingers through your underwear as you rubbed slow circles on your clit. He looked at the screen intently, neither one of you saying anything. "Do you want me to take them off?" Leon's breath hitched in his throat and he could've sworn he just saw the gates of heaven for a second. 

"Yeah, please do." You complied quickly, setting the phone down for a moment, letting a black screen overtake your camera before picking the phone back up, giving Leon a much better view than before. He can feel his cock twitch as he looks at the way your legs are spread, giving him the perfect view of your soaked pussy. "You're killing me, Y/N." He sighs as he tries to readjust his pajama pants. 

You continue to stay quiet as you brush your fingers over your puffy clit then dip them down your slit and tease your enterance. "Come on, pretty girl. Show me what you were doing while I was talking before." Your fingers pressed harshly into your clit as you bucked your hips at the nickname, making you moan at the sudden feeling. Leon closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before returning his eyes to the screen, the tent in his pants getting harder and harder to ignore. 

He watches as you begin to finger yourself and you no longer care about being quiet, moaning softly as you fuck yourself with your fingers. Leon never found interest in watching porn, thinking there was no real point to watching someone so intimately but that mindset quickly dissipates as he looks at you, giving him such a show. 

He knows he shouldn't but he can't help but think what it would be like to pound his cock into your pretty pussy, the mere thought turning him on even more, if even possible. He grabbed the phone from the nightstand, flipping onto his back as he shoved a hand down his pants. He winced as he brushed his hand against his hardened cock, quickly wrapping his hand around it and slowly pumping it. 

"Are you touching yourself?" Your sweet voice echoed through the phone. "Yeah, I am." Leon sighed, his eyes still stuck on the screen. "Am I turning you on?" If it weren't for the slick noises that could be heard from the phone or the sight that you're graciously letting see or the sentence you had chosen to say, you sounded just like an angel to Leon. "Yeah," He laughed softly. "You are." He gently groans as he squeezes the tip of his dick, letting precum drip out for lube, some getting on the warm pajama pants.

"Can you show me?" His eyes widen in shock for a second before he places the phone on the bed, camera positioned at the ceiling as he shuffles his pants to his ankles. He quickly picks the phone back up, now angling the camera so you could see his twitching cock. "Woah." It was barely above a whisper but Leon still heard it, pride swelling in his chest. 

 "Wish you were here right now. Want you to fuck me so bad." You whine. Leon sucks in a sharp breath, your words shooting straight to his sensitive cock. "Me too, baby." You both continue to touch yourselves, watching the other as you do. Moans transfering through the phones’ microphones. 

"I'm really close." He admits a little embarrassed he couldn't last long, but the sight of you was just too pleasurable for him. "Me too, Leon." Hearing you say his name makes his cock twitch in his hand, pushing him over the edge, and painting his abdomen with cum. Your orgasm shortly following Leon's. 

"Holy fuck." He curses under his breath as he watches you fuck yourself through your orgasm, your legs trembling and fighting to stay open. "Look at you." He says softly as you pull your fingers away from your cunt, letting him have a complete view. "Need more, come over." He can feel himself getting hard again and he glances at the clock once again, 1:44. "Be there in twenty." "Make it fifteen." He was going to be so tired at work later.  

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[reallyromealone]

can i request again? :'))

If you're free can you do the bonten men reacting to their boyfriend wearing their hoodie looking all cute while sleeping? ( With nothing underneath;) ) I want to see how they would react lol

So I'm assuming you mean like the separate members lol

And sure dude you can request as much as you want, it's encouraged here lol

Warning: kind of nsfw

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MIKEY

Mikey was exhausted as he came home early in the morning, having spent the night dealing with Bonten and just wanting to pass out.

Walking into the bedroom he scanned the darkness till he saw a leg on the bed and trailed up to see (name) his sweet husband snuggling the pillow, blanket abandoned while in Mikey's hoodie and judging from the lack of boxers peeking out (name) was only wearing that hoodie.

Mikey stared at the other unapologetically, he was tempted to wake (name) by doing...activities but he had yet to sleep so he just pulled the blanket gently from (name) and slotted himself in there instead, looking at his adorable husband who snuggled into him more.

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SANZU

Sanzu knew he was late.

And for once?

He felt bad.

Specifically because this was a date night with (name), the two being less than social people and Sanzu being as lovable and sweet as a cactus, date nights usually were a very private affair.

They hadn't had a date in a minute and Sanzu knew (name) was excited but he has gotten caught up with a poker game with Bonten, he knew (name) would be upset.

Walking into the luxury penthouse he saw the rose petals and blown out candles and walked to the livingroom where there were two cakes set out and a bottle of champagne and (name) snuggled into the couch wearing nothing but one of Sanzus sweaters, leg bent up a bit to give Sanzu the show of the other wearing his sweater he was naked.

Sanzu sighed and lifted (name) up into his arms and brought him into the room and layed him down on the bed before snapping a few photos.

He wasn't outwardly expressive with his affection but he did care about his adorable lover

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KAKUCHO

"You know not to wait up for me, you're awful at staying up at night" kakucho teased his sleeping lover who looked so peaceful before lifting him up.

The scarred man smiled when (name) shivered as his entire bottom was exposed "your fault for sleeping like this darling"

Situating (name) into bed, kakucho got himself ready as well and taking a shower.

"Kaku...?"

That's what he heard when he came back, the sweetest sound ever "yeah baby it's me, go back to bed"

"Ok..."

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TAKEOMI

Homies back gave out trying to carry you to bed

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MOCHI

Mochi knew (name) could be a little lazy and often wore comfy clothes so when he came home to see (name) passed out on the large beanbag chair in nothing but mochis hoodie he was visibily empassive.

Internally though? He was loosing it in a good way.

His super cute and hot boyfriend was naked in only Mochis hoodie and out cold and then Mochi thought about the fact that if (name) was naked then that meant everything was touching the sweater.

And at that moment Mochi decided to A) buy more sweaters that were soft and comfy for (name) to steal and b) to go take a really cold shower.

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KOKO

He had been staring for half an hour, the others wonderful legs on display as he snuggled into one of kokos soft fuzzy hoodies and at this moment Koko was thankful that (name) hated wearing pants to sleep because he got little slip of (name)s ass and... Other things.

He could die happy just staring at (name) honestly.

"Koko...?"

"Shhh go back to bed baby, don't worry"

And with that Koko took a nice butt pic and went about his day.

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RAN

Ran was a pervert.

He was unapologetic about it too.

Seeing (name) sleeping on his stomach in Rans hoodie?

He couldn't help himself when he bit his boyfriends ass playfully.

"RAN!" (name) screeched out as he jolted up, Ran looking unashamed in himself while groping the other "what? You're laying here all defenceless!" He said smoothly "so cute and sweet"

"Makes me want to r u i n it"

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RINDŌ

He didn't know what to do.

There (name) was, laying on his bed in his sweater looking fine as hell and he just blue screened at the sight.

He stood there for a few minutes, debating on what to do.

Being the sadistic bastard he was he decided to wake (name) the only way he could.

By smacking his ass.

He wasn't expecting a moan.

"Well...good morning"

"Rindō... You asshole"

[youmies-feblog]

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[iraprince]

hello! do you have any advice for switching from traditional art to digital? (i recently ran out of supplies so im relegated to my computer lol) i hope youre having a good day!

i sure do!

first off i really recommend clip studio paint, but i also recommend u wait for it to go on sale. it goes 50% off a few times a year, so imo it’s worth waiting, but it also is usually on sale for only a few days so u have to stay on top of it. they usually announce on twitter etc. the tools don’t make the artist and obviously it doesn’t Really matter what program u end up settling on, i’ve just been really pleased with CSP and i wanted to recommend it

second: nothing that u can do with digital art programs/tools is cheating and it took me way too long to really internalize + understand that. copy-pasting stuff instead of redrawing it, using symmetry rulers, using transform/ctrl+T to stretch or squash slightly off anatomy instead of starting over -- when i was first getting into digital i A. didn’t know u could do this stuff and B. felt weirdly guilty doing it once i figured it out, as if i was a worse artist for using the tools that are literally built into the software or that it was lazy or dishonest to do so. that, it turns out, is bullshit. any drawing is just a constant series of decision-making and a lot of digital tools just help u make or retract or edit those decisions faster than traditional does. it’s not better or worse, it’s just different, and it’s worth ur time to figure out which of those differences are the most convenient and useful. this stuff exists for a reason! use it! save ur wrists and ur patience and ur time!

figure out file organization early, because it’s something u don’t have to deal with irt traditional art and so it probably won’t come naturally, but it also makes ur life harder to have a desktop swarming with wip files that are all titled “kjsrhrfgdhgj.psd” or whatever. some ppl sort into folders by date; for me it works better to sort by content (i.e. i have folders for tvrn stuff, patreon stuff, different fandoms, dnd/ttrpg stuff, “misc ocs” for characters i don’t draw much and “misc fandoms” for one-off fanart that doesn’t merit its own folder, etc etc; this is what makes it easiest for me to find stuff, but ur system might end up different.) i admittedly still name my files keysmashes if it’s personal stuff rather than work/commissions, but at least it’s all sorted into a category where i can quickly find it again anyway

also, u can hybridize traditional and digital! i frequently like my traditional pencil lines better than what i can do digitally, so i often scan them in, turn them into lineart, and color digitally (here’s a tutorial on how i prep that). but even if u don’t have a scanner, a carefully taken phone photo with high contrast can still be used the same way. i tend to lay my sketchbook flat on the floor in front of a window, squat down and hold my phone as level as i can while i’m taking the pic, and then i blast it in my phone’s built in gallery editor (highlights/shadows and contrast) before sending it to myself and doing the same thing w tone curve/levels in csp. it’s not perfect, but it’s presentable, and it can be a good way to ease urself in if ur feeling frustrated w the learning curve on digital draftsmanship.

oh, and this tip is really small but it’s ended up being rly helpful for me: resist the urge to zoom in way past 100% scale view just bc u can. if there are times where u absolutely need to, sure, whatever, but there’s no point in regularly tweaking tiny things pixel by pixel at 250% zoom bc nobody who looks at ur art is gonna see that and ur just bloating ur own time spent on things and creating unnecessary stress for urself!! if 100% zoom doesn’t give u the control u want, that may just mean u need to work larger to begin with.

set up a comfortable workspace with a Good chair. look up proper posture and try to stick to it. i know we’re all gay and it sucks to sit in a chair properly but otherwise ur gonna hurt urself. take even more frequent breaks than u do when drawing traditionally! screen bad!

also, if ur tablet has a way to calibrate pressure, try that out. a lot of them are set in a way where you have to press really hard to get full line width and over time it can really seriously strain ur wrist; u can’t manually set pressure in traditional tools (besides like. using softer lead i guess lmfao) but u can with tablet pens and u should try it, bc if u can use a lighter touch overall it really goes a long way towards preventing injury in the long term.

this is all the stuff that came to mind immediately; i’m sure there are tons of basics i haven’t covered, depending on how much of a transition this is for u, but there are a lot of tutorials out there written by ppl more patient and more educationally-oriented than myself so you’d be doing a better service to urself seeking those out than if i were to try to clumsily emulate them lol. good luck + have fun!

[behindheremeraldeyes]

title: Empty Nest

summary: It’s been a peaceful week for the Titans, as nothing bad has happened in Jump City. And although she knew she should be enjoying that while she could, Raven just couldn’t rest until her little Robin returned to his nest.

a/n: okay... This is my very first DamiRae fic and I’m really really excited-slash-nervous about this! To be honest, it was very hard to work with their own particularities and I guess that was why I had such a great time writing this fic! It’s a fluff, not very complicated (but definitely longer than I had originally planned), and I do hope you guys can enjoy it! Constructive criticism is VERY MUCH appreciated, please! It’s a new experience for me, English is not my main language and I would love it if you could tell me your honest opinion (especially since I’m not really familiar with the comics yet). Have fun!

Also, I would like to thank @ravenfan1242 for being so sweet and for always making my dash so beautiful! Thank you so so much for making me feel so welcomed!

Pairing: Damian x Raven

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The clock was striking 3:07 am, but her amethyst eyes were still wide open as she flipped yet another page of her newest, mystery book. The tower was quiet, as most of its inhabitants were asleep, and from her large window, she could see the dim lights of Jump city flickering across the distant shore. For an entire week, there had been no reports on villainous acts, and apparently, that night would be no different.

Life seemed to be oddly peaceful, and for she knew better than to believe that would last forever, Raven was determined to enjoy every second of that temporary peace. It had been ages since she had last stayed up late reading, hence, the empath figured that would be the perfect opportunity to share such a delightful night with a hard-covered book.

Yes, that was definitely the reason why she was awake at such late hours of the dawn. Or at least that was the lie she had been telling herself for the past 6 hours.

Though it wasn’t really unusual for her to get lost in the pages of a good novel, Raven was just too stubborn to buy her own excuse. She knew the book was but a mere consequence of her insomnia— the sole whiteness of what has become of her nights whenever her little bird was summoned by the bat.

Yes, as embarrassing as it could be, Damian Wayne was the reason why she was up at such late hours. Though she knew better than to doubt her boyfriend’s impeccable combat skills, it was inevitable for her not to lose sleep whenever he had to go to Gotham in order to aid his father in yet another dangerous mission. Even with Bruce and Dick constantly patrolling the streets, she has never liked that cursed city, and knowing he was there fighting against A-class criminals such as the Joker and Bane was more than enough to leave her worried.

Her heart was beating incredibly loud in her chest, the air in her lungs felt heavier and even if she had technically read over 50 pages of her book, her eyes were constantly glancing towards her phone, waiting for the only notification that could make her feel less like a ticking bomb. Raven needed to know he was safe, and that would only happen when he had time to answer the message she had strategically sent him a couple of hours after he left for his mission. She would always choose her words carefully, making sure he wouldn’t notice her real intentions, and eventually, he would end up saying he was on his way back home to the Wayne mansion or anything that would imply it.

Most of the times, Raven would just ask him to send a pic from something she knew he could only find in the mansion, such as Titus, Alfred or even a picture of himself after a warm shower. Even if she could just ask him directly about his whereabouts, the empath didn’t want him to know she was actually worried about his safety, or else his ego would certainly explode.

He is a Wayne, after all.

That night, though, instead of a not-so-random pic, she had asked him to bring her a pack of chocolate chip cookies she has only ever found in Gotham. It’s a special recipe from an old man that lives a couple of blocks away from the police department, and even if he has once shared his secrets with Raven, that delicate taste of cinnamon is still a mystery to the empath. Those cookies are probably the only good thing about that forsaken city, and if they could help her keep track on him, then they were really the best cookies she could’ve ever asked for.

An annoyed sigh escaped her lips as she could now feel her stomach growling inside her belly. If just that stupid anxiety wasn’t already enough, now Raven was also growing hungry at the thought of her cookies. At that moment, she also realized her reading wasn’t taking her anywhere, therefore she chose to shut the book and let it rest over her chest. She closed her heavy eyes for a moment, then, taking a deep breath before picking up her phone from her nightstand. It had been hardly 16 minutes since she had last checked it, and she could feel anger running through her veins.

How much longer was he gonna take with those bandits? Had Batman never heard of curfew?

Apparently, not even all of those years of meditating seemed to have prepared her for dating a Robin. She was growing impatient with every passing minute, and as she held her phone in her hands, a new, desperate idea crossed her mind.

Raven was going to call him.

Even if she rarely ever used that phone for such purposes, and even if she knew he might be busy, the purple-haired girl had made up her mind. She was going to risk inflating his ego so she could check on him, and if by Azarath she discovered he had ignored her message and was already fast asleep back home, chances were that she was going to teleport to Gotham just to scold him— even if theoretically she knew he didn’t really deserve to be scolded.

Yes, that was exactly what she was going to do. She was going to call him, and he would better have her damn cooki—

Her cellphone buzzed. A new message was displayed on the screen, and as soon as she saw his name there, her amethyst eyes widened. Quickly, the girl sat up on her bed, the book sliding from her body, and it took her less than a second to unlock her phone so she could read the words her boyfriend had sent her.

‘Long night. I’ll ask Alfred to get it for you tomorrow. On my way home now.’

Her eyes read that message at least three times so she could make sure she didn’t misunderstand his words. Once they entered her head, though, it was as if a wave of relief rushed through her system. Her heart settled, a soft smile took over her lips and it was as if she could breath normally again.

He was going home. Finally.

At last, Damian was out of the dirty streets of Gotham and on his way to the safety of the Wayne mansion. She didn’t need to worry anymore— at least not for the rest of that night— and now, she could finally allow herself to fall asleep.

But not before a warm mug of tea.

A satisfied sigh escaped her lungs and in one, swift move; Raven was standing on her feet, stretching her arms above her head. Her short, purple hair framed her small face, slowly brushing her cheeks as she walked out of her room and towards the kitchen. For everyone was already asleep, she made sure not to make any unnecessary noise as she boiled the water in the electric kettle. She opened the cabinet to get her black mug, and soon, poured the water with the tea-bag already waiting inside.

The relaxing scent of chamomile invaded her nostrils, and maybe it was because she was still trapped in that rare, blissful moment of pure peace; but that lazy smile refused to leave her lips, as she carefully made her way back to her room with her tea in hands. At last, the empath was ready to sit back, relax and even read a couple more pages while the tea lasted. Perhaps, she could even go back and try to understand what she had supposedly read in the past couple of hours so she wouldn’t waste a good book.

Yes, that seemed like a nice idea, indeed. She nodded to herself, accepting her newest decision, and expertly, she used her elbow to activate the sensor so the automatic door could slide open. Her semi-dark room quickly came into view, a soft breeze blowing her locks away, and once her amethyst eyes landed on her bed, her heart skipped a beat.

Lips parted, eyes widened and knees slightly shaken. Though the sight of that green mask on his face was far from unpleasant, Raven would be lying if she said his presence didn’t startle her.

Damian has that effect on her. Always had and always will, she knows.

“You really have to stop sleeping with your window unlocked, Rae.”

His voice filled her ears and unconsciously, her chest grew warmer at how casual that short version of her name escaped his lips. Her eyes were set on him, watching as he took off his heavy boots. His eyes weren’t looking at her, but if they were, the raven haired boy would’ve noticed the way her shoulders tensed at his presence and the way her hands had turned slightly paler around the mug. The ceramic was still hot, but at that moment, she didn’t seem to care about that, no.

Unexpectedly, her boyfriend was back. And though that was far from an emergency, nothing else seemed to matter anymore.

“Damian...” His name rolled out of her tongue almost as a whisper. What was he doing there? Why didn’t he return to the mansion where he could get some proper rest after the night patrol? Did something happen?

Slowly, the empath realized her thoughts were leading her to think about bad scenarios that could explain the whole thing, and even if she was trying not to overthink, she knew better than to believe that was even an option at such hours.

Her eyes were now clinically scanning him, and physically, he seemed to be okay. There were no signs of major bleeding and all of his limbs were where they were meant to be. Could it be that something had happened to Bruce, then? Did they have a fight and that was why he didn’t go back home? Maybe Alfred—

The sound of her room’s automatic door closing suddenly brought her back to earth, and she could finally get a hold on her thoughts. She swallowed dry, releasing a sigh she didn’t know she was holding, as she took a couple of slow steps towards him. He had finally freed his feet from those boots, and judging by the way his lips curled up, it was easy to deduce that freedom felt nice after hours of kicking bad guys.

“You—” She spoke, his face now lifting so their eyes could meet behind his mask. Perhaps she really could just ask him why he was back so soon. “What are you—“

“Even if I doubt bad guys would even consider using your window to invade the tower, I’m pretty sure Kori wouldn’t like to wake up in the middle of the night with the intruder alarm.”

“What?” She asked, confusedly, as she had clearly not payed any attention to what he had been talking about before. “The window? No, that’s not important. I—“

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m probably the only one who uses it to enter your room anyway.” He chuckled, a smirk now playing on his lips. His elbows were now resting on his knees as he moved his neck to relieve some of the tension. “And besides, we can always blame Gar for the—”

“Damian!” She started, her voice an octave louder, cutting his train of thought. Once he noticed how serious her face looked, his smirk suddenly disappeared. He was definitely listening now. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes squinted under his mask, a wrinkle forming on the bridge of his nose, and Raven realized he looked genuinely confused at her question. For a couple of seconds, the room grew silent around them, and slowly, she felt her patience dying inside of her. The clock was about to strike 4a.m and she just didn’t feel like playing games anymore.

“... I live here, remember? The Robin of the team... The future leader of the titans. Are you okay, Rae?”

“No, that was not— Tch.” She scoffed, using a hand to massage her temples. That was really not her night. “I know you live here. I just meant to ask why you’re here and not in Gotham. You usually spend the night there after patrolling with Bruce. Did something happen?”

“Oh, that.” He started, his voice now holding a calmer tone. His lips were now slightly curled up, and judging by the way he stood up and tilted his head to the right, she could tell he was trying to read her as if she was an open book. Even if he refused to admit so, Damian was very much like his father, and that certainly included Bruce’s impeccably annoying, detective skills. “Nothing happened. I told you I was coming home.”

“I-I know you did, but...” She asked, taking another step closer and pointing an accusing finger at him. Her brows were knitted, as she was clearly not in the mood for jokes. “You better not be hiding anything from me, Damian.”

A smirk crossed his lips at the sight of his girlfriend all fired up, and if anything, he didn’t back off a single inch from her. Even if she could still not see his green eyes, she knew they would be holding that sly gleam that is so characteristic of him. “Don’t worry, okay? Nothing bad happened, I swear. The patrol was quite boring tonight so I just decided to get the jet and come back a bit earlier.”

“Really? Simple as that?”

“Yes, simple as that. I give you my word.” He lifted his right hand as to illustrate his seriousness, and at that moment, after analyzing his body language, Raven thought she could believe him this time. His voice sounded calm and she couldn’t feel any turbulence in his emotions, so, perhaps, she could accept the simple answer this time. Unconsciously, then, her expression softened, and she decided she could just be happy to have him back and they could finally get some sleep together.

Simple as that, she thought.

But maybe, Raven had made up her mind too soon.

“Why are you so surprised, though?”

“What?” Her eyes widened, a confused expression taking over her face.

“Well, you seem quite surprised that I actually chose to come back. Is there any particular reason for such reaction, Raven?”

Shit.

Though she had first believed to be the one in charge of their little argument, only now Raven could see how he had so smoothly turned the tables. At his words, she could feel her throat growing dry and she knew he was coming too close to the truth she was trying to hide.

She hated whenever he did that. Whenever he started to press her into voicing something they both already knew — because he knew, she was sure of that. He knew she was overthinking and that she was worrying over nothing. He knew she was trying to understand his reasons so she could accept her own answers.

He knew she was hiding something stupid. And he wanted to know what.

“Tch, don’t be ridiculous, Damian.” She tried to dismiss him, which was clearly to no avail. Raven crossed her arms across her chest, looking away from him, but she could still feel his eyes on her, as if they were stripping her from her own facade. “I’m glad you’re here. Just curious on why you didn’t use the door like the rest of us.”

“Well, it is 4am, Rae. Kory and the others are still asleep and I didn’t want to wake them up.”

“Oh, but waking me up was fine, then?”

“But you weren’t really asleep, were you?” He grinned. “Judging by how wide your eyes are and by the fact that you’re drinking tea instead of water; I don’t think it’s just a coincidence that you’re still up.”

The teasing tone of his voice made her want to punch him in the face at that moment. She had fallen right into his trap, and she knew she didn’t have much time to come up with a plausible answer if she didn’t want him to grow even more suspicious than he already was.

Raven had to say something. Anything would be better than to give him that chance to tease her into admitting the truth that she was, indeed, awake and waiting for him to get home safely. Even if that wasn’t really an interrogatory, she knew her boyfriend was using his elevated IQ to get the answers he wanted so he could use that against her in the near future. She couldn’t give him the taste of victory, no.

He would be insufferable if she did.

“I lost track of time while reading a book, that’s all. Most days you would find me asleep by now.”

“A book, sure...” He started, clearly not buying her excuse. “Are you sure you weren’t awake because you were worried about me?”

“You wish.” She said, turning to face him once again, as their eyes stubbornly battled for dominance.

Neither of them gave any signs of backing down anytime soon, and even if that could be slightly frustrating, both Damian and Raven enjoyed that little game of push and pull. It was exciting, the thrill of their little competition, as it showed just how intense their love could be. They flirted with very narrow limits and took advantage of slight changes on each other’s body language; and if anything, that only showed how deeply they cared for one another.

How deeply they loved.

“If you say so...” He started, the words slowly leaving his lips. He was smiling softly now, his tall body towering over hers as he took her left hand in his gloved ones. “Either way, I’m glad you’re up. It’s like you’re welcoming me home and it feels really nice. Thank you, Raven”

At his pure words, Raven couldn’t help but feel her knees shaking under her weight. Her heart skipped a beat and her chest got so warm that something inside her melted.

That little bastard.

Now he had really done it.

Even if the empath knew better than to simply believe those words held no deeper meaning, she knew he had carefully chosen them just to mess with her feelings. After giving up on teasing her with his standard strategy, Damian chose to use his secret weapon that would only work against her. It wasn’t meant to cause her pain or anything of the sort, but it sure was a powerful enough to take her down.

Damian was being soft, to the point where she couldn’t really resist. He was being sincere and true to his feelings, and perhaps, that was the main reason why she couldn’t find it in herself to even fight back. She knew about his past and his deepest struggles regarding his future. She knew about all the things he had to go through in order to be where he is now, and it’s impossible for her not to feel touched whenever he voices his true emotions.

For years, he had to walk his own, merciless path alone, not knowing for sure he had a place to call home. The expectations he had upon himself were too heavy for him to carry alone, yet, he never stumbled or complained about them. He has always been so hard on himself, never accepting anything but perfection— he was raised as the perfect child, after all.

He was never accepted. Never loved or even welcomed for most of his life.

But now—well...

Now his life was so much different than before. He has a father, a brother, friends and a place where he can be himself and make as many mistakes as he wants.

He has a place to call home and a person waiting solely for him. And the best part in all that is that he knows.

He truly knows.

As realizations stroke her, the empath released an exasperated sigh. It was really late—not that she was even planning on sleeping anymore— and there was no way she could beat him anymore. Her heart was moved by his low move, and the only thing left for her was to silently admit defeat and properly welcome him home.

Her mug of tea— now colder than Dr. Freeze’s ice beams—was soon enveloped by her magic as it floated around the room until she placed it on her nightstand. She freed her hand, then, and slowly, she reached for his face, her fingertips touching the edges of his mask. He didn’t flinch, she noticed. He never really does whenever she touches him. His silence was the only permission she needed, and soon, Raven removed his mask, finally being able to look deep into his emerald eyes.

They stared at each other for a little too long, examining every change and every flicker hidden behind those orbs. Her amethyst eyes were looking at him softly, and she watched as all that bold malice disappeared from his lips. Damian was offering her a delicate smile, and before she knew it, her lips were also curling up. A soft blush tinged her cheeks, and at that moment, she could sense their emotions mixing together.

They were the same. Perfectly connected by one feeling called love.

“I’m glad you’re home, Damian.” She spoke, simply. “It made me happy, too.”

“TT” He scoffed, bitting his lower lip in order to suppress a smile. “And you still wonder why I chose to come back.”

A chuckle escaped her lips, and before she could even answer his statement, Raven felt his hand on her lower back, carefully pulling her closer to his body. It was a soft and slow move, but soon, she found herself on the tips of her toes and their lips were pressed firmly against each other. In one hand, she was still holding his mask, and with the other, the empath reached for his cheek, caressing his skin and holding their faces together in a chaste and puerile kiss.

It wasn’t needy, sloppy or rushed; for they knew there was no need for that. They had all the time in the world to enjoy their shared kisses, and thankfully, they knew exactly how to enjoy that time.

“You know...” He started, pulling back just a few inches from her lips, his hand now resting on her hip. “I could get used to this. Maybe I should start giving you a new book every time I have to go to Gotham.”

“Though I would love the new books, I also need to sleep. I can’t keep doing this every time you have to go to Gotham or else I won’t be able to keep up with morning practice, and we both know Kory is going to get really pissed.”

“Yeah, you’re right...” He nodded, a new smirk taking over his lips. “I really need to hurry and become the leader of this team.”

“Keep dreaming, Wonder Boy.” She chuckled, playfully patting his cheek before walking away and towards her desk, where she carefully placed his mask. After that, she reached for a big drawer near her dresser, picking a white towel and tossing it at him. “Now go clean yourself already, Damian. A true leader can’t smell like Gotham.”

“Heh, well, we did go check the sewers tonight.”

“Ugh, gross.”

“Perks of being a super-hero.” He nodded, folding the tower in his hands. “Do you wanna take off your pajamas and join me?”

“It’s 4am, Damian. The only people showering now are the ones who really need it.”

“You have a fair point.” He stated, detaching his cape from his shoulders and unbuckling his upper armor.

“Of course I do.” She said, watching as he turned his back to her and walked towards the bathroom. He turned on the lights and placed the towel on the cabinet, as he was now focusing on removing his gauntlets. Though it seemed to be a simple uniform, removing the accessories was a real pain in the ass. “Do you need help with the zippers?”

“Nah, don’t worry. I got this. Get to bed and I’ll meet you there soon.”

“Okay.” She nodded, pulling the sheets so she could get under them. She looked at him one more time, his shirt now removed and exposing his defined muscles and battle scars. Damian has grown into a handsome man, for sure, both inside and out. Looking at him like that, in such a casual condition such as taking a shower in her bathroom made her heart flutter with joy, and though she could now feel the lack of sleep taking its toll on her, Raven couldn’t wait until he was finally sleeping safely by her side.

They both deserved a good night of sleep. And even if they would have just a couple of hours to enjoy it, it would still be enough. It had to be.

“Damian...” She spoke, making him turn to face her one more time before closing the bathroom door so the steam wouldn’t invade the room.

“What?” He asked, curiosity spread across his face.

“Don’t take too long... I’m waiting for you.”

Slowly, a genuine smile took over his lips and he nodded before closing the door behind him. She turned off the lights, then, and soon, her head was resting on her pillow and her eyelids closed over her eyes. Raven took a deep and relieved breath, then, and slowly, felt her muscles relaxing against the mattress.

Now that he was back, she could finally rest.

Now that he was back, she could finally sleep.

As her ears captured the sound of water running down, a genuine smile took over her lips, and if anything, she knew it would be there by the time she woke up again.

fin.

[vegetacide]

Veggie art’ing Part II complete…  This is a continuation of THIS 

Also for something a bit new as I had several notes asking what was going on with the previous pic I wrote a little something to accompany this.  It took a rather unexpected direction on me as I had ordinally intended for this to be a reconciliation picture..   Just were my mind veered for some reason.. I blame these two idiots…

I have spent far too long plunking away at this so bare with me if its absolutely crap. 

Anyway.. if you wish to read it.. look check out below 

Working title: …haven’t come up with one yet.. meh. Sue me

Blanket warning: Hints to adult subject matter that some might find offensive or triggery..mentions of past trama…. etc etc

Rating: Teen.. I guess

Word count: 2726 words 

Characters: Virgil/Kayo

Fandom: TaG’verse A/U

Location: My made up beach house located somewhere on Tracy Island..  

Veggie notes:   Any errors are completely my own and I am sure I will catch them at some point on one of my obsessive read throughs of self doubt.  :D

Enjoy…

o0o 

Damn, how in the world had it come to this? 

Virgil watched as she padded on quiet, bare feet across the beach house deck.  Retreating again and effectively shutting him out.  Her slender shoulders so small under the too big flannel of his shirt, were hunched as she protectively wrapped her arms around herself. Closing off like she always did when things got too close and too real for her to deal with. 

His chest hurt, a dull ache behind his breast bone and he rubbed at it subconsciously.  Like his heart was too big and in its floundering it was trying to break through the meager sack of flesh that housed it.

Cursing, he rubbed at it again and resisted the urge to drive his fist in the plastered wall of the beach house.  The effort wouldn’t serve any meaningful purpose anyways other than splitting his knuckles. There was no detracting from his present circumstances and potential broken bones wouldn’t change that. 

He should have taken more care with his words instead of letting his thoughts run free as he did and he kicked himself for his short sightedness,  not that it fixed anything.  He’d been too caught up in his own little world,  completely forgetting the reality they were living and now here they were. 

On opposing ends of a vast chasm.  Him holding on with all his might to keep his family whole while Kayo fought against it. The horrible twisted image of family that a mad man had imprinted on her at too young an age warping her view on things to the detriment of them both.    An idea she had been fighting her whole life to make different and one she couldn’t escape, it seemed no matter how hard they tried to.  

The old doubts and worries were always just beneath the surface just waiting to spring forth to bugger things up. The present being a prime example.  

The morning had started out completely different and felt almost like a dream to where they were now.   Warm and lazy with a vague like quality one found just upon waking.   

Kayo had been snuggled in his arms. Her legs tangled with his among the rumpled sheets. A sweet ocean breeze blowing through the gossamer curtains and dancing pleasantly over their satiated bodies.  Wicking the dew of sweat from their skin as their pulses slowed and their minds drifted back from the bliss of carnal sensation. 

His fingers had been lazily tracing up and down her back, over the sinewy grace of her shoulders and down the curve of her spine. Paying homage and mapping every glorious inch to his artist brain. 

He’d been lost in a day dream of what could be. The gentle rise of her hip, the varied valleys of her ribs  directing the course of his thoughts.  A picture was forming of a future, one that stretched out before them like a blank canvas, waiting for them to take up the brush and fill it with colour and life. 

A story in images had started to sketch itself  in his mind’s eye.  The two of them, together.  Healing, growing and evolving with a world of opportunity before them and nothing to hold them back. 

Not being able to contain himself as he lazed with her, Virgil had voiced his thoughts. Letting loose all that he’d hoped for.   A tumble of words spewing forth that had Kayo suddenly growing still and stiff to his touch. 

“Virgil,  stop…”  Had been all she’d uttered before she’d turned from his embrace and slipped from the soft comfort of their bed.  Her hair a tumble of love tousled ebony, hiding her face. 

“It would be a nice picture to paint.”  He’d replied, mind still on other things and not on the present.   “Go anywhere, wherever we want.  Take in the sights for a change instead of just jetting by them.  Go to that little cabin by that lake I told you about… it would be a perfect spot to..”

“Enough! …” The abruptness of her raised voice had him snapping his jaw shut.  

With jerking motions, she’d grabbed up his shirt.  The match to his favourite pair of lounge pants.   The one she loved to cozy into and entice him with. A glimpse of flesh here as it rode up her thighs, a flash there as supple mounds peaked out between the row of loosed buttons. Now though it covered her in a different manner entirely.  Like a shield, she clasped it tightly 

He’d pushed up to his elbows, brows dropped low with concern as he’d finally taken note that something wasn’t quite right..  “Kay?"  

She’d cast her gaze back at him then.  The briefest of looks had been enough for him to catch the shadow of disquiet in them.  Their usual vibrancy muddied by brewing clouds of anger that had him sliding from the sheets and reaching for her. 

“Don’t.” Was all she said, shaking her head as he’d risen and moved towards her.  Her hands held aloft to hold him back as she’d strode from the room.  

“What… Tin,  what’s going on?”  

Grabbing up his pants Virgil had stumbled after her, hopping as he yanked them on amid a  litany of colourful words. 

“Shit… Wait..”  

Steps later he was confronted by a fury he hadn’t expected considering where and what they had been doing mere moments before.  

She had been pacing like a caged animal,  across the expanse of the living room and back again.  Rage flowing from her with each hurried step. 

“What…?”  Was all he managed to say before she turned on him.  Fire in her gaze,  colour high on her cheeks.  

“You know what?”  She seethed, poking a finger in his direction as she did another circuit of the room.

He’s own anger bubbled to the surface,  “Actually, I don’t. So would you enlighten me to whatever erroneous infraction it is that you think that I’ve done?”  

“Oh, don’t give me that.  You know exactly what the problem is.”

Virgil’s brows shot up as her words had struck a chord in his grey matter. “Problem? You really think…”

“What in the hell were we thinking?!”  She growled out, shoving a chair out to the way and knocking it over with a crash. “Selfish..Stupid.”

“With the lives we lead….You can’t ask this of me!”   

Her words had been like a physical blow and Virgil had taken an involuntary step back. She’d wanted her words to hurt and she’d succeeded.  She never did pull her punches and her aim was as impeccable as ever.

He’d seen the realization of what she’d said flicker through her gaze but she’d quickly buried it. Instead of saying more, she shook her head, turned  her back on him once more and walked out the open sliding doors putting more than just distance between them. 

And he’d let her go,  his shoulders slumping at the writing between the lines of what had been said. In his mind there was only one option open to them but maybe for her that wasn’t the case. The implications of those options was something he couldn’t dare to fathom…but it was a road he wouldn’t let her travel down alone.  

He had a responsibility to uphold,  as  her husband and as the man he prided himself on being.  A rescuer in dark times, when there was no one else capable of the job and sometimes those that needed rescuing were closer to home.

Squaring his shoulders he went after her.  She was begging for a fight. An obvious distraction from the core reasoning behind her lashing out at him but he wouldn’t take her up on the invitation.   He wouldn’t let her push him away to deal with whatever this was on her own. 

Passing through the doors,  his eyes scanned over the deck and his breath had caught.   

She looked so small, fragile and it had brought him up short. Slumping,  he braced himself between a support post and the beach house wall.  An uncanny exhaustion suffusing him as he saw the uphill battle of the task ahead.  A task he was determined to see through to the end, no matter the outcome. 

He hated seeing her like this and despite her best efforts to push him away, Virgil knew her too well.  Had spent most of his life knowing her.  He could read her nuances, gestures and mood even when she tried to close off from him like she was trying to do now under a mask of anger.  

“Tin,”  He said carefully, dropping his hand and pushing away from the post.  He drew in a breath and let it out slowly, letting the tension slip from his shoulders.   Approaching her with all guns blazing would only crank her defenses up higher and wouldn’t get them anywhere.

He watched her stance with a practiced eye as he stepped closer.  She was like an abused animal.  Even with all of her training, when she was emotionally compromised as she was right now the scared little girl she had been came to the fore.  The one they met when she’d first came to live with them, hiding behind her father’s leg.   

He hadn’t known her history then,  the actions of her uncle and the effect that it would have on the rest of her life.  How it would shape her into the strong, determined woman she was today.  Never letting anyone get close enough to see the frightened child she closeted away inside.  Virgil though had managed to find his way inside,  found the cracks in her apparent impenetrable armour and had broken through to  the core of the woman inside.  The one she tried desperately to hide from the world in a shell of fierce resolve and purpose.  

Under it all was a woman, who had seen too much.  Abused, battered, basically orphaned by her absentee father and desperately afraid.  To top it all off, she hated the weakness and fought tooth and nail to hide it from everyone.  With the exception of him,  she didn’t have a choice there. He’d wormed his way in and he wouldn’t stand by and let her retreat from herself or from him.  

Gently he placed his hands on her tight shoulders,  cupping their slender, wavering strength and he whispered her name again.  “Tanusha…”  

Her head bowed further,  a meager attempt to hide in the fall of her hair but he could feel the quiver in her body now,  hear the soft stuttered intake of her breath.  She was crying and trying oh so hard not to be. 

Pain and love swelled through his chest, and an undeniable protectiveness.  

Virgil pulled her back into his embrace, encircling his arms around her waist and with little resistance she melted.  

“I’m sorry,”  He whispered over the curve of her ear,  brushing his lips across the elven-like arch of it.  “I’m so sorry.”  

He put all his love he could into the words, hoping that by apologizing for something he wasn’t wholly the cause of would help alleviate her suffering in some way. 

“I wasn’t thinking and it was insensitive of me.”  He tightened his hold on her,  reassurance imbued into the gesture and slowly began to rock giving her the time to pull herself back together again. 

The slight tremor slowly dissipated,  her breathing settling into a somewhat normal rhythm and he knew that she was ready to hear. More so when she dragged in a ragged breath and exhaled a long drawn out sigh. He could almost hear her counting to ten in her head.  A method she used to reign back in some of her control and a calm he knew well creeped back in. One that camouflaged a great deal of hurt. 

He did the same,  his warm breath stirring her hair and ghosting across the smooth column of her neck which peeked out from the drooping collar of his shirt.   

“You know we’ve got this, right?”  He questioned though he wasn’t expecting an answer.  “Yes,  he’s out…”  She stilled once more in his hold but Virgil couldn’t stop now,  Kayo needed to hear this even if it was just a band-aid to the problem.   He couldn’t sit by and let her lose herself in fear so he pushed on. There was too much at stake.

“Yes,  he’s upped his game in a big way.  Dad knew he was capable,  your Dad knew….” A flinch at the mention of the absentee man but again he pressed on.  There was no backing down now.  What he had to say, needed to be said.  

“We were unprepared but we know better now and I promise you, Tanusha Kyrano Tracy;  just like I did on the day you said ‘Yes’.. That I will never,  ever let that man hurt you again.”  

He slipped a hand down,  between the soft folds of flannel,  across her silky, soft skin that concealed honed muscle and deadly skills. Brushed the edge of fine lace and stilled, cupped and shielded that which was only known to the two of them.  

With strength of purpose his chest swelled,  a determination unlike any he had ever known bulked up the threat behind his next words.  “I’ll do everything in my power to protect both of you, I swear it or the Hood will regret the day he heard the name Tracy.”

She turned, taking his hand in her own and lightly brushing her lips across his knuckles. “You’re too good for me Virgil Grissom Tracy and I don’t deserve you.”  

The brief storm of anger has fled from her eyes, leaving behind only doubt and fear.  “But I don’t think it’s as easy as that. You’re too good a man to stoop to such levels and I don’t think I could live with myself if you made that sort of sacrifice on my behalf. 

Besides,  what sort of life could we offer with him out there.   He’s already been the cause of so much pain.  You and your brother’s have suffered for years because of it..I don’t think I would have the strength if he was to get you or….” 

Virgil’s frowned.  “Tin,  I married you.  All of you and everything you brought with you. I knew full well what I was marrying into but that man,  that bastard… he can’t come between us and what we want unless you let him.”  

Her gaze dropped and with gentle fingers he lifted her chin and waited for her to meet his pleading eyes.  “Don’t let him win… not in this. Please God, not in this.”  

“We may not have a choice…” Came the whisper of her response, her forehead resting against his own as a lingering tear slipped from her lashes. 

“Tin, please….”

“Virgil, I love you.  God, how I love you but I can’t tell you what you want to hear.  Not right now. If the Hood found out…. 

Just then the island klaxon blared  and Virgil’s comms started to ping with urgency.

Kayo took a step back from him and he stared after her. Brain going a mile a minute with words he wanted to say,  emotions he wanted to express.   

“Go…” She said with resignation, her arms once more crossing over her frame.   “You’re needed..” 

“I’m needed more here.”  

His comms buzzed again followed by the voice of his star loving sibling. “Virgil, you’re needed in Ops. A.S.A.P.  Please confirm.””  

Conflicted, Virgil stood unmoving,  his fist clenched at his side.   Trapped between the woman he loved and the life they’d chosen.  

“Go,  I’ll be here when you get back..”   

His brother’s voice sounded again from his comms, pulling him in two directions at once.  The hint of stress he picks up in it though had him unfreezing and heading for the underground access to the hanger.  

Passing through the automated door and hitting his comms to reply to John, he looked back at Kayo.  His heart sinking and doubt filling him as he watched her turn away from him.  

Uncertainty prickling across his skin as he questioned the validity of her words but there was nothing he could do right now.   Lives were at stack…more so than just those that needed rescuing and his hands were tied… 

“FAB John,  on my way…”

FIN….????

[chilling-seavey]

Ok I don’t know if you’ve seen Franny arrieta’s new youtube video but like Christian and Daniel are in it working out and like I NEED a blurb based on screen shots from that video because 😍 so like maybe a workout blurb or something cute idk exactly what to do but something based on that video would just make my whole life haha

Of course I saw it omgg 😳But yess okay… thinking of a CUTE blurb idea for this was hard because 🥴 but lol hehe I think this worked out alright…

Linked the vid clips here but here’s also a pic because 🥴

Saturday, September 23rd, 2028

Saturday mornings were gym days for Daniel. After spending a full week at work, his Saturday mornings gave him an hour or so to himself before the weekend was to focus on his little family. It was a good routine, setting an alarm for around 7 with enough time to get a bit more cuddles and lazy sleepy kisses in from his wife before he was pulling himself out of bed to get dressed by 7:30.

Clementine and Penelope would still be asleep that early on a weekend, but four-year-old Lucy would hear him make his way down the hallway and she’d be out of bed in an instant. This morning was no different, with Daniel in the kitchen prepping his pre-workout drink in blue shorts and a tank top and his usual hat, stirring a spoon around in the glass of bright blue tinted water, his eyes raising to the little girl standing around the corner.

“Morning, Princess.” Daniel smiled over at her.

Lucy, still sleepy, trudged over to him with her blonde hair a mess on her head and her fist rubbing her eye tiredly and then reached up for him.

“There’s my girl.” he chuckled, bending down to scoop her up onto his hip and she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“I want juice too.” Lucy pointed to his drink.

“Yeah? How does apple juice sound?”

“I want that.” Lucy tried to grab the glass but he quickly pulled her hand away.

“That’s for grownups.” Daniel said and sat her on the counter before picking up his drink and tossed the spoon in the sink. He took a sip as he opened the fridge and took out the bottle of apple juice with his free hand to pour his youngest a drink too.

Lucy thanked him softly as she took the sippy cup from him and she reached out to grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer to lean her cheek against his chest. They drank in silence, the half-asleep toddler still waking up but still clinging onto her father like usual, her small fingers holding tightly to his shirt to keep him close. When they both finished their drinks, Daniel rinsed his glass and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

“Okay, my love, how about I put on Peppa for you until Mommy wakes up?” Daniel offered, petting her hair back from her face.

“With you?” Lucy pouted.

“I gotta go to the gym, remember?”

“Can I come?”

“You want to come to the gym with me?” Daniel raised an eyebrow at her, setting his hands on either side of her on the counter.

Lucy nodded excitedly.

“It’s not going to be very fun.”

“Yes, it will.” Lucy protested, holding up her arms to him again. “Please, Daddy.”

Daniel sighed lightly but leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek, as he scooped her up again, “Fine. I’ll take you with me.”

He quickly got her dressed and brushed her hair into pigtails and grabbed a pre-stocked container of fruit from the fridge as a little early breakfast for Lucy. He slipped back into the bedroom to whisper to Florence that he was taking their youngest with him, assuring her sleepy concerned expression that he was going to be fine with her there, and kissed her goodbye.

Lucy was so excited to go wherever Daniel went and being able to tag along on his weekly visit to the gym was exceptional to her. She held his hand as they took the elevator down to the recreation floor of the condominium, her breakfast and his towel and water bottle and phone and keys balanced in his other hand. The sixth floor was set up with a full gym, a pool, and outdoor lounge spaces for the residents. The gym was a space that the girls never really saw so with a scan of Daniel’s card, the door clicked open and Lucy’s eyes were wide with youthful excitement as they headed inside.

It wasn’t too busy for 8am on a Saturday but the usual same people were there as well as a few new stragglers. Daniel proudly introduced his youngest to a few of the other guys that were around who he had gotten to know during his weekly routines. He set himself up at the bench press, sliding over a cube for Lucy to sit on while he worked out, passing her his phone to play with and the open container of cut up fruit to her.

“I wanna do the gym with you too.” Lucy protested, pushing his phone back towards him.

“The gym’s for grownups, Princess.” Daniel said as he got the equipment set up.

He glanced over at her when he got no reply to see her little pout staring back at him. He sighed, looking around the area before going over to the weights and grabbing the lightest one. Lucy grinned at him when he held it out to her and she jumped off her seat to take it.

“Too heavy?” Daniel asked.

“Good.” Lucy shook her head, her little nose scrunching up as she raised it to her chest with both hands.

Daniel couldn’t hold back his adoring smile to his daughter as he tugged off his shirt and grabbed his own weights. Lucy stared wide eyed at him as he brought over two weights that were like the size of her head, watching how he lifted them like they were nearly nothing. She copied him right away, curling her own tiny weight up to her chest and back down in time with him, her concentrated furrowed eyebrows mirroring his exactly. Lucy was his little copycat and that was obvious.

She was tired after the weights so she sat and watched him as he worked on the rest of his routine; bench presses and pull ups and the use of various other metal equipment that the four year old had no clue the purpose of. Lucy didn’t mind though; she loved just being near him and sitting and watching and munching her fruit was a perfect pastime for her. She followed him around like a little puppy when he would move onto another piece of equipment, asking him plenty of questions while he tried to work.

Daniel loved her, he really did, but good God she didn’t know when to stop talking.

“Luce, princess, baby-” Daniel sighed tiredly, sitting up from the bench to look to her, “Can you just sit quietly please, honey? I gotta stay focussed.”

Lucy frowned but nodded, popping another slice of watermelon in her mouth. He got up long enough to press a kiss to her head and grab a drink of water before he was shifting back down on the bench and getting his grip on the bar again. The silence was nice as he could keep track of his reps without getting distracted.

“Daddy!” Lucy suddenly exclaimed, nearly making him drop the heavy bar in surprise.

“What is it, Princess?” Daniel groaned as he carefully set the bar back onto his stand.

“Look at the colourful bouncy balls over there! I want one!”

He barely had a second to even sit up before she took off at top speed across the gym towards the row of blue exercise balls by the far wall.

“Lucy, don’t-”

He heard it before he saw it, the chilling sound of the impact of head on metal that nearly echoed through the entire gym followed by the thud of his daughter hitting the ground hard.

“Shit!” Daniel scrambled up just as the four-year-old’s blood curdling scream filled the large space and everyone’s heads turned their way.

Daniel never moved faster, the pre-workout drink in his veins turning into pure adrenaline as he rushed to the aide of his youngest daughter who was screaming on the ground. He dropped beside her and picked her right up into his arms, holding her tightly.

“Oh my gosh, Lucy.” he breathed shakily as she sobbed into his shoulder. “Did you hit your head, baby? What happened?”

She could only scream in response, tears pouring down her cheeks and he pulled back to look at her and make sure she was okay. He held her face in his hands, a little trickle of blood dripping down her forehead. Definitely not enough for stitches but enough that sent Daniel’s heart racing.

“Okay, honey. Okay, baby. It’s okay. You’re okay.” he stumbled over his own reassurances, barely heard over her shrieking, trying desperately to get her to calm down. “Look at me, Lucy. Look at Daddy, baby. Come on. You’re okay.”

A few other people had come over to them by that point, one bringing a towel and one with the first aid kit and one with a cup of water. Daniel couldn’t even get himself to thank them right away as he wiped up the blood from Lucy’s forehead with the white towel through her screams of agony. She sobbed loudly, clinging onto him through her pain and embarrassment as everyone was looking at them.

Daniel shushed her gently through little kisses to her hair, rubbing a hand over her back as the staff member on duty brought over an ice pack to him. Daniel shifted onto his bum on the ground from his knees and tucked Lucy on his lap with his arms around her and the ice pack pressed gently to her forehead.

“What happened?”

“She ran into one of the bars, I think.”

Daniel shut his eyes tightly and pressed his lips to the top of Lucy’s head, feeling like the absolute worst father in the world as she screamed in his arms, little fingers clinging onto his bare shoulders. He kept the ice pack against her head, rubbing his other hand over her back lovingly as he shushed her softly.

“Daddy’s got you, baby. You’re okay.”

Lucy started to calm down after a few moments, her screams turning into soft sobs and she stumbled over each breath, curling tiredly against his chest. When it was once again nearly quiet, Daniel shakily thanked the people who came to their help. One of the men had brought over their things for them and Daniel thanked him with a flat smile as he got up from the ground, Lucy tucked tightly in his arms with her arms snug around her neck and her cheek leaning against his shoulder, the bruise on her forehead only growing with time.

“I want Mommy.” Lucy sniffled.

“I know, my love. We’re going home to see Mommy now.” Daniel said shakily, tossing his shirt and his towel over his other shoulder and gathered their things in one hand before heading for the elevators. Daniel took a shaking breath as he pressed the call button, muttering softly, “Mommy’s going to kill me.”

[faangirl101]

Revolution pt2, spec ops guys x reader

PART 1  PART 3

Pairings: Alpha/tank x reader,Riot/reader

Warnings: Smut, pain

Authors note: since the first part was so short im just going to post this part right away! ps look at that pic, I KNOW HE PACKING

"I'm riot", his dreads bobbed when he raised his head to look at me. I was returned to the couch by Tank, who left shortly after. "Riot", i raised an eyebrow "Really? Riot and Tank?". He made a muffled noise which i suspected was a chuckle "we like to keep our identities hidden from the authorities". I let out a "oh" before trying on a smile "My name is y/n". Then i fell quiet. Had i hidden my identity? The previous hours seemed dimmed and blurry. We both sat still and silent, watching each others like preys and predators. Who was going to say something. It turned out to be riot. "You should take a shower and i can wash your clothes, get off all the cs particles", he let out an inviting hand which i had no other choice but to grab. I knew damn well i couldn't get up on my own. "I-i", i looked down at my feet "I hate to ask this but, but could you help me?". I promised that if he didn't still have his helmet on he would raise an eyebrow. "I can't stand on my own", i tried to ignore how close his body was "i dont think i'm capable of showering". He chuckled, probably directed at me and not with me "you want help?". I could feel a brush threatening "shut up". I joined the laugh creeping behind the mask as he somehow nodded "il help, no worries".

I was stripped down to my underwear, hands nervously fumbling with the last of my clothing. Riot was sitting on top of the toilet, leaned against the wall behind him. I felt his burning eyes stroking my body from behind his helmet. For a polite guy with manners he wasn't scared to let me know he was watching me in my privacy. "So", i needed to break the silent desperately "what do you look like under the mask?". He stood still, didn't move a muscle. I for a second thought he simply did not hear me but then he lifted both his huge hands and clicked the sides of the helmet. i could feel my heartbeat beating so hard i could've sworn i felt my ribs shattering. He slowly lifted the helmet revealing a handsome face. Dark mocha skin glistering in the sweat from the helmet. A well trimmed sculptured beard and a sudden hit of cologne was what i noticed first. Short after it was his caramel dark eyes moving up and down my body freely with no shame. Lips tucked in between cologne commercial worthy perl teeth. The thick dreads were tucked in a lazy pulled together ponytail at the low on his backhead.

Fuck, did he have to be that attractive. I was now more intimidated then before, but now for completely different reasons. This man? This ridiculously good looking man was going to help me shower. "Not what you thought i was going to look like?", he brought me back from my daydreams and i realized i had been silently watching him for too long. I quickly collected myself as i smiled embarrassed "to be honest, i don't even think i was expecting a human beneath". He chuckled and stood up with the helmet under his arm. "You can try to shower, call me if you need help", he turned his backside to me to finally give me the privacy i needed. Relieved i dragged of the last clothing protecting my "innocence" as i on dangerously shaky legs moved my way into the shower. After a few thoughtful seconds of figuring out the controls i turned the knob. Crystal clear warm water started to stroke down my bruised back. I moaned quietly, in a mix of pain and pleasure of finally getting the tear gas of my body. I watch the water return down the drain mixed with dirt and what i hope wasn't blood. I had to keep the hand on the side of the shower, similar to an old lady, to keep myself from losing grip of the ground. When i felt my body being remotely clean i reached out for the schampo but groaned in response. The pain aching in my shoulders kept me from rising my hand further then my hip. "You okay y/n?", hearing my name fall from his lips made a shudder go down my spine. I closed my eyes, cursing silently. This was so awkward. "Yes, sorry, could you help me?". I heard rumbling on the other side but when i heard the clasp of a belt the realisation clicked in. He was going to help me undressed. I wasn't exactly sure what i was expecting, but the thought of it made an excitement rush down my body. Another heartbeat starting beating, one i was desperate to keep calm. The shower drain was pulled to the side before i could cover my body. I kept my eyes on a strain, keeping them on his face. I needed to control myself. His body underneath the suit was huge as well. Everything on this man was huge. Fuckfuck. The heartbeat skipped a beat as a warmth startin radiating down my belly. Under control, right. I had to remind myself to keep myself from looking at it.

He seemed to have similar ideas as his eyes were only on mine, keeping themself from searching my body. "You needed help?", he asked as he took another step into the shower, shutting the curtain behind him. His frame took up most of the shower, forcing our bodies to be closer than i would've chosen. "Y-yes", i stuttered and gulped down the insecurities creeping up "i can't wash out my hair, my arms can barely move above my body". He nodded as if i had given him an order as he struck out his well sculpted arm. It moved over my head, reminding me once again of our height difference, and grabbed the shampoo bottle.I held my breath as he lowered his palms filled with glistering white schampo down into the roots of my hair. I kept myself from shivering when his fingertips touched my scalp. Slowly he started massaging it down into my wet hair and without really thinking about it i leaned into his touch. His fingertips were slipping between my strands of hair, over my sensitive skin. My mouth fell open in a O when he applied pressure, pushing all the right spots. When he brushed by an aching placed hidden behind my ear i let out a quiet whimper. I shot my eyes open in surprise to catch his reaction to my outburst. His eyelashes were heavy of waterdrops, and the eyes seemed darker than before. My mouth fell open on instinct once again when he pushed his tips against the same spot without missing a beat. This whimper was harder to hold back when he slipped multiple fingers over the same spot. It was like pulling a switch. Suddenly my hair was pulled back in a hard grip, angled up at his down leaned figure. He pressed his soft lips hard against mine. Desperately, i moaned into his touch. I moved my lips together with him, like it was rehearsed. His tongue slipped between my swollen lips, exploring my mouth like it was the best thing he ever tasted. He moved his angle, pushing me up the wet tile behind me. My lips wrapped around his wet strong tongue sucking teasley, a trick i learned in high school. He groaned in response, two of his hands slipping down the sides of my body. In the heat of the moment, he still took it slow and careful with my bruised body in mind. He looked at me for approval when he grasped my thighs and wrapped them around his hips. If i shifted my hips the slightest i would feel his member, but i fought the urge. Instead i wrapped my arms, the best i could without hurting them, around his neck. We seperated, catching our breaths. As i tried my best to regain control he started mouthing down the skin on my throat. I leaned back against the tile, giving him more access which he gladly took. He left hickeys and bite marks in the path up to my mouth again. Our tongues started dancing again and i enjoyed the hint of toothpaste and whiskey stinging in his breath. I didn't catch him slowly putting me down until i felt the familiar cold wet hard floor beneath me. I broke our kiss to look at him, puzzled at his actions. He scanned my body like if i was a work of art which made my insides scorching hot. His long finger was wrapped lazily around my neck, letting his thumb follow the marks he left. He then lost all contact with my body which i whined in response. I saw him holding his serious demander and holding back the smile twitching in the corner of his full lips. "Turn around", he muttered underneath his breath as he swiped his own lip with the tip of his thumb. Breathless, pacing over what his next move was, i obligated. I placed my hands on the tile, closing my eyes. I heard him moving behind me, inspecting my new position. I felt his burning hot eyes on my backside before he finally took a step forward. I let out a embarrassing moan when i felt his hot and heavy member pressed up against my cheeks. He quickly wrapped a hand around my mouth but not applying pressure. A warning more then a threat. "You have to keep quiet or Tank is going to hear", he whispered in my ear as his hot breath against my neck lifted the hairs on my arms. His words made another shock of excitement go through my body. I nipped at the inside of his hand, not bothering to answer.

The hand that wasn't clamped over my mouth moved down my spine. His finger stroked the skin, getting closer and closer to where i wanted him. As if to motion him lower i arched my back, pressing my ass hard against his member. He growled and bucked up between my cheeks. His hand slipped between our bodies, distancing his cock from my pounding heat. I tensed up when his fingers brushed against the rim of my hole before he moved down. His ring and middle finger slowly stroked between my wet lips stopping right before my clitoris before moving back. "Riot", i whispered with closed eyes against his hand. "Hmm?", he was mocking me, his breath heavy next to my shivering shoulder. He now completely stopped touching my pussy and dragged it to my inside thighs instead. He prickled lightly over the skin, up and down. So close yet so far.

Pissed off, at his constant teasing i moved my hand backwards and found his member. I gripped the base tightly in which he hissed. "Good boy", i teased back as I moved my head just enough to suck down three fingers from the hand covering my mouth. "Shut up", he muttered and grasped the hand around him and placed it on the small of my back. But, he kept the fingers in my mouth, figuring it would keep me quiet. He finally moved his fingers back into my second heartbeat and started slowly moving the tips in circles. I whined around his finger in appreciation, and sucked down harder. "Fuck", he muttered before slipping a finger inside. I clamped down on it, happy to finally be filled with anything. "Fuck", he repeated, louder as he moved his finger in a painfully slow rhythm. "Riot", i moaned out, bucking back at his finger "if you don't go faster i will go and fuck Tank instead".

Apparently, a sensitive spot. He growled deep in his throat as he added another finger and started slamming them hard into me. His fingertips brushed against a good spot and my head fell back onto his shoulder. He dragged the fingers out of my mouth with a pop, and let them go down to rub my clit in a forceful pace. Now, filled with two  huge fingers and a fast rate i was gasping low down in my throat. "Quiet", he whispered before biting down my neck. It was the final strike. I let out a breathless scream, so deep in my dry throat nothing came out. Ecstasy filled to the brim in every nerv as my walls contracted down onto his fingers which returned to a sloppy rate. The steam set ceiling become smattered with white stars. He rides out my orgasm, until my knees went weak. If i could barely stand before, it was damn near impossible now. "Okay baby", he smattered kisses down the bite marks on my neck "let me take care of you".

[azozzoni]

lucas vdh x jens bc it's one of my seven (7) new crack ships 😆❤

I swear I will not get sucked into another crack ship. I will already never recover from elippo and lukes got me too now. This is one time, for you, anon.

*

“Okay, but he’s cute,” Ralph said, shoving his phone under Lucas’ nose, across the tiny cafe table.

Lucas shook his head at the guy on the Grindr profile. He’d tried Grindr. It hadn’t really worked out for him, although it had successfully outed him to Ralph, who at least had the good sense to help him keep the secret. Lucas just wasn’t sure how ready he was to let the whole world know–or specifically Kes and Jayden.

Keeping the secret apparently meant helping Lucas find someone to hook up with, though Lucas was pretty sure none of the guys on Grindr were his style.

“I’m not going to meet up with a guy who has a picture of his dick online,” he said, giving the phone back to Ralph, who rolled his eyes. He stopped, though, squinting at something behind Lucas.

“Don’t look now,” Ralph said, a bright expression taking over his face, “but there’s a cute guy checking you out across the cafe. No dick pics in sight.”

The cafe was full enough that Lucas wasn’t entirely sure who it was as he tried to glance over his shoulder without being obvious. He caught deep brown eyes darting away, back to the two guys he was sitting with.

“It’s perfect,” Ralph said when Lucas turned back. “A cafe meet-cute.”

“I don’t–” Lucas said, hesitating, feeling suddenly nervous. For all the guys he’d talked to on Grindr, he’d never met up with any of them, had never quite worked up the courage to talk to them in real life.

Ralph reached for his arm, reassuring. “You can do this. It’s just talking to a cute guy. That’s all.”

That was all, Lucas thought sarcastically. It sounded so simple when Ralph said it. But Ralph wasn’t afraid to go up to anyone, to tell them they were cute and ask if they wanted to get a drink.

“Is he still looking?” Lucas asked after a second and Ralph grinned as he nodded. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Taking his hand back, Ralph seemed to laugh, as though Lucas was so hopeless. And maybe he was. Maybe there was no way Lucas should be trying to talk to guys. Why did everything have to be so hard?

“It’s easy. You wait until he’s watching, then you get up and go to the counter. Pretend you’re thinking what to get. If he’s interested, he’ll come to you.”

It sounded simple, too simple, but who was Lucas to question Ralph’s logic? Ralph had been doing this a lot longer than he had.

“Go now,” Ralph whispered a second later, furtive, and Lucas was out of his chair before he could even rethink this stupid plan or why he was going along with it.

At the counter, Lucas stood back, staring hard at the menu scrawled along the back wall. He knew everything on it, had come here a million times. Shoving his hands in his coat pockets, he didn’t dare look back at the table with the three guys.

Ralph’s plan was ridiculous, he found himself thinking as he stood there, frowning at the list of coffees. What was he even doing? He wasn’t supposed to do things like this.

“Any recommendations?” 

A voice in his ear made Lucas jump, and it took a second for his brain to process the words, a different accent than he was used to. Flemish, his brain came up with. Belgian.

Up close, the guy had razor sharp cheekbones, soft, wavy hair, and he stood a few inches taller than Lucas.

“Everything’s good here,” he said finally, stopping his eyes from traveling down the guy’s chest. Ralph hadn’t told him what to do once the guy had come over. Flirt! his brain said as Lucas chewed on his bottom lip, fingers closing over the joint he kept in his pocket, turning it over nervously.

“I bet it is,” the guy said, and Lucas had to glance over, had to smile at the way the guy was watching him, as if waiting for him to react to that.

“You’re not from here,” Lucas said finally, and the guy shrugged.

“My friends wanted to go somewhere for the weekend and we’re pretty broke, so Utrecht it is.”

Lucas glanced over his shoulder, but the two guys still at the table didn’t seem to be paying them any attention, fingers entwined and grinning into kisses between murmured words.

“Yeah, they’re sickening,” the guy said when Lucas looked back to him, but he was smiling, amused.

“Then why’d you tag along?” Lucas asked. He knew exactly what being the third wheel was like and how much it sucked.

The guy sighed. “On a quest for good weed?” He met Lucas’ eyes, something suggestive there. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I could get some?”

Lucas’ fingers closed around the joint in his pocket. He could practically hear Ralph yelling in his head–“It’s a line, Luc! Say yes and invite him somewhere quiet!”

Taking a breath, Lucas reminded himself that he could do this. Just talking to a cute guy, feeling the weird butterflies when the guy smiled at him.

“I might be willing to share,” he said at length, pulling the joint out of his pocket. “If you’re interested.”

The guy’s smile widened and he nodded. “Now?”

“What about your friends?” Lucas asked, though he didn’t care about them. The guy checked over his shoulder at the boys wrapped up in each other, exchanging soft kisses that made Lucas’ heart ache just a little and he had to look away.

“I don’t think they’ll miss me,” the guy said after a second. “I’m Jens, by the way.”

“Lucas,” he said, nervous as he turned toward the front door, and he ignored the way Ralph shot him an excited look as they passed by.

The park was only a few blocks down, under pools of yellow street lamps, the gate long-broken as Lucas slipped inside and Jens followed.

Perching on the back of an old bench, Lucas lit the joint, passing it over to Jens.

“So who was your friend?” Jens asked when Lucas wished he was better at this. “The bleached blond?”

“That’s just Ralph,” Lucas replied, dragging his finger through a string of dew on the bench. “He’s my friend’s roommate.”

He’s the only one who knows, he wanted to say, but didn’t.

Jens smiled to himself, as though it was some inside joke. “It seems bleach-blond is the thing these days.”

“I don’t think it’d work on me,” Lucas admitted, taking a long drag, smoke settling in his lungs and he exhaled slowly.

“I think you look good like this,” Jens said, and Lucas glanced over at him, the way Jens bit his lip as he grinned, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Lucas was the one who didn’t know what he was doing. It had always been easy with girls, with no real stakes, no real danger of feeling anything when they kissed, no underlying fear that it was going to mean something else.

Jens’ knee pressed to Lucas’ as they sat on the bench, not insistent, almost accidentally. It should have made Lucas nervous, and it did, but it also felt totally normal, as if he didn’t need to overthink it.

“I like the earring,” he said as Jens took back the joint, fingers brushing against his. “It’s very…”

“Sexy?” Jens asked with a winning smile that Lucas laughed at.

“Maybe,” he said, shaking his head. It wasn’t as hard as he’d thought, sitting here with Jens, no weird pressure to do anything other than talk. Maybe Ralph had been right. Just talking to a cute guy.

The joint was burning down in his fingers and Lucas took another drag, blowing the smoke into the chill night air. His cheeks were red from the cold, but he didn’t suggest going somewhere else, somewhere inside.

“You don’t have any,” Jens said, looking him over, and Lucas shook his head.

“My mom would freak out,” he said, “and I just never wanted to.”

The pressure from Jens’ knee increased as he shifted on the bench, taking what was left of the joint from Lucas. They were closer than before, Jens’ jacket brushing against his, and Lucas didn’t say anything for a moment as they sat there.

If Jens was a girl, Lucas probably would have kissed him by now, would not have cared at all that their knees were touching, that he could feel the warmth of Jens’ body against his, hear his sigh as he exhaled the smoke.

“How long are you in town?” he asked, watching Jens scan the dark park. He glanced at Lucas finally.

“We go back tomorrow,” he said, offering Lucas the last bit of the joint, but Lucas shook his head. Jens dropped it on the ground instead where it sizzled out on the dew-covered pavement. “Anything I should do before we go?”

This was his opening, Lucas thought as he glanced at Jens, and he smiled despite the way his stomach turned over nervously. He should just do it, fuck all the reasons why not. He probably wouldn’t see Jens again and what exactly did he have to lose?

“I can think of one thing,” he said, a lot more confidently than he felt as he leaned in, keeping an eye on Jens in case he moved away, but he didn’t, mouth curling in a smile a second before their lips met.

It was different than kissing girls, not the actual mechanics, but no other girl had made him feel quite like this, like this was how it was supposed to be. It wasn’t even anything spectacular, Jens opening his mouth slightly, soft, full lips against his, tasting of weed and coffee. Jens’ fingers were warm as they came up to Lucas’ neck, not like Lucas’ freezing cold digits that he kept stuffed in his pockets.

Lucas was pretty sure he could go on kissing Jens as long as they let him, exploring each other’s mouths in a slow, lazy kind of way that didn’t seem to be going anywhere else.

The ping of a phone pierced the quiet around them, and Lucas swallowed as Jens pulled back, digging his phone from his pocket.

“It’s the guys,” he said, reading a message on the screen. “They’re wondering where I am.” He looked back to Lucas, smiling slightly as he let his other hand fall from his neck. “I should probably get back and make sure they haven’t done anything stupid.”

Lucas nodded without a word, sliding off the bench. He didn’t need to think too hard about this, about his first real kiss with a guy. It wasn’t that big of a deal, he told himself, waiting for Jens to join him.

“You on Instagram?” Jens asked as they headed back toward the cafe, and Lucas looked up.

“Of course.”

“Maybe I’ll find you, if that’s okay.”

He couldn’t help smiling as they reached the door. Through the window, Lucas saw that Ralph was long gone, their table occupied by someone else.

“It’s okay.”

Jens nodded, reaching for the door. Lucas didn’t stop him from leaving, stepping into the warmth of the cafe and leaving him outside in the cold. For a moment, he just watched Jens approach his friends, who seemed to reprimand him for disappearing.

Turning from the cafe, Lucas let out a breath, heading down the street instead. He didn’t stop his smile, though, as he pulled out his phone and texted a thumbs up emoji to Ralph before tucking it away. Maybe it wasn’t so hard. Maybe he could do this.

It was that thought that kept him smiling all the way home, only stopping once to check a notification from Instagram. He had one new follower.

[rather-impertinent]

Pls write a fic about the beach pics pls thx much appreciated by the entire universe

A/N: this turned into a bit of a fam fic I hope that’s okay! Also for any French readers pls don’t kill me I don’t speak French so if it’s wrong u can blame DeepL translator 😌 enjoy the fluff! xo

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The Cornish waves rolled in gently in the distance, as though savouring the sight of the warm summer sun peaking out from behind the clouds.

“Caroline, come join in on the fun!” Dwight enticed breathlessly, beckoning her to join the group in the game of tag there were all playing.

Caroline laughed and shot Dwight a look that questioned if he knew her at all. She remained firmly on her blanket. “I’m having quite enough fun from here, thank you, Dr Enys. Besides, I have been charged with the care of the sandwiches and Clowance’s doll and so I must play saviour.”

“If you’re certain, my love.”

“When am I ever not certain of my own mind?” Caroline asked her husband with a smirk.

Dwight barked a laugh. “How very true!”

“Tig, uncle Dwight!” Jeremy shouted, slapping the doctor on the back before sprinting away on his ever-growing, adolescent legs.

Dwight started and glanced behind him. “You little-” he began, chasing his unofficial nephew across Hendrawna beach.

Caroline chuckled at Dwight’s determination and wondered who was the bigger child of the two.

Before too long, Dwight had caught Clowance, who was shrieking with laughter as he swung her around from her underarms.

Once released, Clowance immediately went for her father, as always. “You’re it, Papa!” she declared as she tapped him.

Ross accepted his role and quickly caught his wife, Demelza, before she could run away. He held her tightly. “Tig, my love.”

Demelza laughed and tried to wriggle free. “Tig,” Ross said again, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Tig.” He pecked her lips. “Tig.” And again.

“Bleurgh, Papa!” Jeremy protested with a disgusted expression. “You’re spoiling the game!”

Ross laughed and freed Demelza, who wasted no time in tagging her husband again before sprinting away. Ross groaned as he watched her flaming red curls blow in the breeze as she ran towards the others, who all stood at anticipated attention.

Ross searched the group for his victim and decided perhaps the only person who could not outrun his forty-year-old self was Ned Despard. He charged towards his former superior and slapped him unceremoniously on the shoulder. “You’re turn, Colonel.”

Ned glanced to his right and eyed his wife distractedly admiring the sea. He took several paces towards her and fondly tapped her waist. “Tig, my dear.”

Kitty smiled a little nervously. “So, what is it I do now?” she asked Ned quietly, having never played the game before.

“You just catch another person, tap them and run away,” explained Ned, his eyes crinkling as he smiled softly at her innocence.

Catherine nodded at the information. “Right,” she said with determination, scanning the group. She set her eyes on the quiet young man she had met only this morning; he had a very natural calm energy about him which she liked very much.

Sam did not see her coming, he was smiling at his brother and his sister-in-law, who were pulling faces at one another. He started when Kitty tagged him and scampered away. With a grin, Sam then charged straight for Drake, knocking him to the ground as only a brother would. They rolled around in the sand laughing before Sam escaped his clutches, leaving Drake in charge of who to pick next.

As ever, Drake had only one person in mind. He jogged towards Morwenna and extended his arm to touch her, before pausing. He stared into her eyes as though asking her permission.

Morwenna smiled softly at Drake’s attentiveness and nodded her head. He took her hand and squeezed it. “Tig.”

A warm smile spread across Morwenna’s face before she went in search of one of the Poldark children, whose favour she wanted to gain now that she was part of the family, and the surest way to gain a child’s favour was to play with them. Mrs Carne was a lot faster at running than one might expect and she chased and caught Jeremy Poldark with ease.

Jeremy beamed at being in charge of the game once again and began relentlessly chasing his father. Ross managed to outrun him for about 30 seconds, before Jeremy finally jumped on his back. “You’re it!”

As Ross watched his only son laugh and boisterously run away, he put his hands on his knees. “I am too old for this,” Captain Poldark wheezed with a self-deprecating chuckle, his old ankle injury starting to flare up after all the sprinting he’d just done. “I forfeit.” The children - and Drake and Demelza - whined at Ross’ game-ending announcement. “You all must return to Nampara and dine with us this evening in return for my ruining of the game.”

Drake and Demelza immediately perked up at Ross’ suggestion. Demelza loved nothing more than her home filled with the people she loved most; perhaps they could even have some music and play cards. She began planning the evening in detail as she and the group walked back towards the large display of overlapping blankets.

Caroline had slightly detached her blanket from the groups’ in order to get a better view of a random couple who had walked along the sand dunes earlier; she did not immediately recognise them and was put out by this, but then she realised it was merely neighbours of the Poldarks, whose names escaped her, but she had been too lazy to move back.

Drake took two apples from a basket and excused himself and his wife as they made for the cave of Saint Sawle for old times’ sake.

As the others began to fight over sandwiches, Caroline Enys was comfortably admiring the sight of two little birds hopping along the golden sand when a heavy drop next to her made her jump. To her right, Caroline saw her husband’s form sprawled across her large, striped blanket.

“When did I get so old?” Dwight wondered, panting on the sand next to his wife. Caroline laughed at him as he caught his breath. “Have we anything to drink?”

“Yes, one moment,” Caroline said, twisting her torso to open the picnic basket behind her. She pulled out a bottle of wine and handed it to Dwight to hold for a moment while she dug through the straw box in search of a cup.

Dr Enys accepted the pro-offered bottle but did not wait for his wife to fetch a goblet and instead popped the cork off and drank greedily from the bottle.

“Six years of marriage and still I have failed to mould you into the perfect gentleman,” Caroline teased, half-amused and half-appalled.

Dwight grinned at her comment and took another swig from the bottle. “Ah, but if the perfect gentleman is truly what you desire then you would not have married me in the first place,” he pointed out with a victorious smirk.

“I regret the decision daily.”

“I, too,” Dwight mocked, taking another sip of wine; it was very good.

Caroline watched him closely, a taunting smile tugging on the corner of her unpainted lips. “I never pegged you for a drunkard, Dr Enys.”

Dwight laughed heartily. “If I may be so bold as to remind you, Mrs Enys, it was not I who overindulged in port last week and tripped over thin air!” He laughed again as Caroline swatted his arm.

“I was trying to get your attention,” she claimed. “You ignored me for most of the night in favour of our new friends.”

It was meant as a jest but her words rang true and Dwight felt a twinge of guilt. He looked up at his wife from where he lay and carefully intertwined their fingers. “That may be true. I’m sorry.” Caroline smiled softly at him. “Oh, I meant to thank you, my love.”

Caroline’s brows creased in confusion. “For what?”

“For coming to hear my speech.”

Caroline scoffed somewhat shyly. “How did you know I was there?” she demanded to know. She had snuck in fashionably late and had hidden at the very back of the room behind the tallest man she could find, so as not to distract her husband with her presence.

Dwight absently played with her fingers. “Because you are the most noticeable person in any room,” he answered honestly.

His compliment sent a quiet thrill through her body. “Good Heavens, Dr Enys, you are quite lyrical today,” she mocked, though with a pretty girlish blush on her cheeks, which she would later claim was simply the result of too much warmth from the sun. “You spoke well at the college,” said Caroline, gazing into his eyes, made bluer by the bright summer sun. “I was most impressed.”

“Did you understand any of it?” Dr Enys taunted with a cheeky grin.

Caroline tipped her head sideways at him. “Je suis plus intelligent que vous ne le pensez,” Caroline told him in perfectly accented French. She was smarter than he thought.

“Je sais, je sais,” Dwight replied smoothly. He knew she was.

Mrs Enys’ mouth fell open slightly. “Since when do you speak French, Dr Enys?” Was there anything he could not do?

“Well, I did live there for about a year!” Dwight reminded her with a breathy laugh. Live was a bit of an overstatement; survive would perhaps have been more fitting.

“Ah yes, when you were hiding from me,” Caroline teased lightly, her eyes soft. Such a terrible time for them both. “Do you ever dream of going back - to escape my acquaintance? It’s just across the channel.” She vaguely motioned to the calm sea behind them. “I could order you a ship by tomorrow!” As if she would ever allow him so far out of her sight again.

Dwight smiled at her and re-interlocked their fingers. “I am fine where I am,” he assured her in a murmur. “Although,” he began, glancing over his shoulder, “perhaps we ought to join the others now.” The rest of the party appeared to be deeply engaged in their own conversations but Dwight could not help but feel like they were being a little rude by sitting a bit out of the way on their own.

“Five more minutes,” Caroline murmured, placing her hand on top of their joined ones. “It is nice talking like this - just we two.” She felt they had barely seen each other for the past two months and was reluctant to spoil their moment.

Dwight shuffled himself on the blanket and moved to rest his head on his wife’s lap, not letting go of her hand. Caroline reflexively ran her fingers through Dwight’s hair. He looked up at her and smiled brightly; she looked beautiful in her new navy gown and the latest fashionable hairstyle was very becoming on her. Dwight closed his eyes in utter contentment at the feel of the warm sun on his face and his wife’s fingers gently combing through his hair. “Five more minutes, then.”

[hartlessfiction]

can you rec me some good stuff??

Oh boy! I’m not sure what you’re looking for when you say ‘good stuff’ but I’ll do my best!

Supernatural- Destiel

Anna’s Dad by @mscaptainwinchester​

Raiting: E - Word Count: 35,000When Charlie talked him into joining the prom committee, Dean was not happy about it. He’s not even interested in going to prom, let alone planning it. But a meeting at committee chairman Anna Novak’s house changes all that. When Dean meets her smoking hot dad, a punk gothic god covered in the most alluring tattoos, it alters his entire perspective. Now he’s hanging out with Anna all the time and finding every excuse to flirt with her gorgeous dad.Castiel Novak swore off romantic relationships when his mate died a decade ago. Now he writes novels, throws lavish Halloween parties, and drinks with his fuck-buddy, Meg. When he meets Anna’s stunning friend, Dean, all his determination to keep emotions out of the equation goes flying out the window. Now it’s all he can do to keep his hands to himself in the face of relentless temptation.Will Dean ever get to see how far down Mr. Novak’s tattoos go? Will Castiel get over his hang-ups and let Dean in? Or will they both go their separate ways without ever knowing if their explosive chemistry could be more than just a tryst behind the pool shed? Featuring sexist classmates, a champion robot named Leia, growly alphas, and a prom theme from Hell (er… Hogwarts).

One Thousand and Ninety-four Days Verse by @envydeanwrites​

Rating: E - Word Count 3,313 - Series w/ 3 fic’s still growingIn which Dean and Cas are in prison. Castiel Novak, murderer, cell mate and servicer. He doesn’t do it because he has to, he does it because he loves it. Nobody makes Castiel Novak do anything. Not in this joint.

Queer Eye for the “Straight” Guy by JessJesstheBest

Rating: G - Word Count: 6,945“Hi, and welcome to Queer Eye for the Straight Guy: celebrity edition. Where instead of the Fab Five, who are all experts in their fields, you have me, Dean Winchester, a bisexual hockey player who is slightly above average at these things.”

“Today’s victim is Castiel Novak: world renowned etymologist specializing in honey bees. His latest research publication is receiving all kinds of awards so he’s going to have a little celebration tonight. That’s where I’m here to help.”

Good Hands by aileenrose

Rating M - Word Count: 13,238Cas is the owner of a failing—and falling apart—B&B.

Dean might be able to help with that. Dean’s good with his hands.

Unexpected by @bloodandcream​

Rating E - Word Count: 3192Grunting, Castiel squirmed, pulling at the handcuffs until they hurt. Flinched as Dean stroked a hand gently down his thigh, took him into that lying mouth, soft heat and wonderful pressure as he sucked down, down.

Somehow, this was the most unexpected turn of the night yet.

In It For The Long Haul by @ltleflrt​

Rating: E - Word Count: 25,495Long haul trucking can be a lonely business. Sure, Dean can chat up other drivers on the CB, and when Sam’s not in class or drowning in homework he’ll let Dean talk his ear off on the phone. But it’s still hours and hours of staring at the road and scanning the radio dial for local stations because he’s too lazy to upgrade the truck to satellite radio. And then a flirty waiter in a 24 hour truck stop restaurant sits down with him to chat while he eats his dinner, and suddenly his life no longer feels quite so empty.

Photography doesn’t pay much, and insomnia is a bastard. Which is why Castiel accepts his cousin’s offer of employment at the truck stop restaurant. The graveyard shift is perfect for his fucked up sleep schedule, and Gabriel doesn’t mind if he sneaks a free meal now and then. Besides, all the most interesting people come into the restaurant in the middle of the night. Including the gorgeous man with the sad green eyes that makes Castiel want to pull out all the stops to make him smile.

The Dic Pic Verse by @dangerousnotbroken​

Rating: E - Word Count: 67,550 -Multi Fic Verse CompleteIn which Dean Winchester gets an unsolicited dick pic from an unknown sender which is both totally not disappointing in that it’s a really nice dick pic, and incredibly disappointing in that it’s clearly a downloaded picture of his favorite porn star.

There’s absolutely no way it’s actually this porn star sending it to him, right?

Right?

A Flash of Black and Gold by @osirisapollo​

Rating: G - Word Count: 2,094Gabriel is acting very strange when Castiel gets to the Great Hall for breakfast. It’s easy enough to ignore, until Dean Winchester starts acting strange as well.

Wisteria by @unforth-ninawaters​

Rating E - Word Count 3,379Tumblr ficlet written in response to the prompt: So what about witch or mage dean who accidentally enchants his plants in a spell gone twisted. So what about witch or mage dean who accidentally enchants his plants in a spell gone twisted. The kinkier the better.

The Guy by @mscaptainwinchester​

Rating: E - Word Count 2,803Castiel’s boss is convinced that he would be perfect for her son, and is determined to get him to come to the Christmas party so they can meet. Castiel is still hung-up on his first and only one-night-stand. Or more specifically his dick.

The Unspoken Rule by @spnhell​

Rating E - Word Count 14,205Dean’s just a boy the first time he travels, wrenched through time and space only to be found by a strange man, one that never seems to age no matter how many years pass. He grows up with Cas, with their snatched moments in the spiral of time, and what starts as friendship eventually starts to grow into something more.

Revealed by Valinde (Valyria)

Rating: E - Word Count 10,822When a ritual backfires and Dean ends up with wings, they reveal things that he’d much rather keep hidden. Prompt fill.

And Cause After putting this whole list together I’d like to think you’d want to read my fic’s too… so:

Magical Misconceptions by @hartlessfiction

Rating: G - Word Count: 7,991This came about from the following prompt on Discord, which was then playfully dubbed the ‘NotAWitch!Cas’ Verse: “Me, in my cottage, in front of the wood stove, sipping tea. Looking outside, my bees are pollinating my expansive garden. My goats and chickens and cows are happy and safe. I feel content with my choices and my future. I unconditionally and recklessly love myself. The local children believe I am a witch"  The prompt is in first person POV but the fic is not written in the first person, it’s from Cas’s pov. I hope you enjoy this warm and fuzzy holiday season themed fic with so much beautiful art by FoxyMoley.

That’s Why I’m Your Sweetheart by @hartlessfiction

Rating: T - Word Count: 2,839Dean didn’t think his life could get any better. He had the mate of his dreams, a really nice apartment in the heart of the city, and a comfortable position at one of the leading architectural firms. At least that’s what he thought when he stepped off the elevator after a long, late shift at the office. The smell of cookies baking is supposed to make a man feel happy and hungry, but to Dean’s sensitive nose it sparks a warning bell. There’s no other explanation for it, Cas is stress baking.

The Battle by @hartlessfiction

Rating G - Word Count: 770The silence should have been Gabriel’s first sign that something was off. When you have two six-year-old boys in the house, it should never, ever, not even for one moment, be quiet.

Teen Wolf -Sterek 

(only cause i’ve been really into this recently)

Parallels by inatshej

Rating: E - Word Count: 21,299Stiles slowly pulls in a mouthful of curly fries, dumbly focused on the task.’'It’s weirdly homoerotic how you do this,” muses Derek, eyeing him.Stiles chokes and Derek’s lips curl up into an almost smile. It’s so easy to get the reaction he wants from Stiles.“Yeah, it’s disgusting, Stilinski,” says Jackson, looking at the boy with distaste.Derek turns to him, letting his eyebrows rise. “And who asked you, Whittemore?”Jackson glances at him, surprised. “I’ve just agreed with y-”“No one cares,” Derek interrupts him. “Fuck off.”

Love Runs Wild by DevilDoll

Rating: E - Word Count: 9,494“You’ve got a hickey on the back of your neck!” A Neckz 'n Throats story.Or the one where Stiles shows up fro work as a model for Neckz ‘n Throats with a hickey on his neck and Derek doesn’t take it well.

Free Consultation by DevilDoll

Rating E - Word Count: 12,691Stiles Stilinski, professional knotting surrogate. Derek Hale, lonely Alpha.

Hunger by DiscontentedWinter

Rating: M - Word Count: 55,382Beacon Hills.Two lost souls.A homeless boy, a lone wolf, and people who will stop at nothing to destroy them both.

Do Not Go Gentle by MojoFlower

Rating: E - Word Count: 195,867Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha and Dom, wakes up in a dark cell already housing another captive – a mute, traumatized sub with a cruel collar around his neck. His only goal is to get them both free of their brutal circumstances; but even as he tries to get his young companion home, a bond between them grows. Nothing comes easily: danger and harrowing echoes of their ordeal shadow every step they take.

Red Witch by rootbeer

Rating T - Word Count: 34,271The red hair of a banshee. The red eyes of an alpha. The red hoodie of a mage. The red of fire burning.Derek Hale has been a prisoner to the hunters since they burned his family alive. But now someone has come to save him: skinny, defenseless Stiles–147 lbs of skin and fragile bones. Turns out, sarcasm isn’t his only weapon.

The One with the Mail-Order Brides and A/B/O Dynamics by Stoney

Rating: E - Word Count: 16,149Wolves aren’t meant to be alone. Laura tells Derek this repeatedly. Which… is why Derek knows he’s losing his mind, as Laura has been dead for more than six years. Wolves aren’t meant to be alone.And so he sends away for a companion. JUST for a companion, not for a mate. The universe, however, has a different plan in store for him.

Ok Nonny, I hope that tides you over for a while…. 

slinks off back into the bowels of the internet.

[artificialqueens]

Of light mist, of pale amber rose (Shalaska) - Citrus

a/n: this oneshot was inspired by the new photoshoot pics of alaska on the patio and they gave me serious trophy wife vibes so i wrote some super-sweet smut about it. hope you enjoy, and happy valentine’s day! <3 title from the betty who song

“Alaska?”

Sharon’s voice echoed through the living area of their home as she entered, scanning the room for signs pointing her to where her wife would be. Her gaze stopped on the doors to the back patio, which were open wide, their gauzy curtains fluttering in the breeze from outside. Sharon smiled, crossing the room to stand in the doorway.

“Alaska-” she began again, her jaw dropping as she caught sight of her wife.

Alaska was lounging in a chair out on the patio, reclined slightly and gazing out into the garden. She wore a cream-colored dress topped with the white fur coat she’d begged for over a period of at least a week until Sharon had finally relented, and a sun hat was perched atop her platinum blonde waves. A cigarette holder was held daintily between her fingers, and a cloud of smoke plumed from her rose-colored lips as her gaze turned to her wife. Those same perfect lips pulled into a smile when she met Sharon’s eyes, sitting up slightly and uncrossing her legs.

“Hi, baby,” she said sweetly, eyes sparkling. Sharon stepped out onto the patio, trying to take in every minute detail of Alaska’s form, from the nude Louboutin heels on her feet to the pearl necklace strung around her pale neck. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and Sharon felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

“You look… beautiful,” Sharon managed to whisper, watching a soft pink blush spread over her wife’s cheeks. Alaska took another drag from her cigarette, letting the smoke curl out of her mouth lazily, her eyes half-lidded and sultry as she stared up at the love of her life. Sharon stepped closer and Alaska stood up to meet her, letting out a soft sigh of content as Sharon’s hands skimmed over her hips. “Is all this for me?” Sharon murmured with a teasing smile.

“Do you even need to ask?“ Alaska returned softly, relaxing in her embrace. “I missed you so much.”

Sharon’s smile never faded as she brushed a strand of soft blonde hair away from Alaska’s face. “I missed you too, angel… You really do look stunning.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Alaska murmured happily, resting her cheek against Sharon’s for a moment. “How was work?” Her voice was light as she pulled away and guided Sharon into the chair she herself had been occupying only moments ago. Grinding her cigarette against the balcony, she set the holder down and bent to retrieve a bottle of prosecco and two glasses from the tea cart that stood beside the chair. Sharon sighed, pulling her dark hair out of its high ponytail and shaking it out so it fell around her slumped shoulders.

“Stressful,” she admitted as she watched her wife pour two glasses, handing her one gracefully. She took a sip, swirling the drink around on her tongue before swallowing, and Alaska’s eyes remained trained on her face. “Nothing out of the ordinary, mind you, but of course there are always complaints. Seems like I can’t do anything right.”

Alaska stuck out her lower lip slightly, moving to Sharon’s side and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You know that’s not true, Sharon,” she said. “You can’t please everyone. Sometimes people just like to be rude for the hell of it, it’s not a reflection of your work.”

Sharon sighed, leaning against the back of the chair and bringing a hand up to meet the one that Alaska had on her shoulder, lacing their fingers together. “You think?” Alaska perched on the arm of the chair, careful to keep her balance and not tip it over. She swirled the prosecco around in her glass, watching it sparkle in the fading daylight as she looked down into her wife’s eyes.

“You’re too hard on yourself, honey. Art critics are supposed to be nitpicky. Your work is amazing, and you’re always so proud of what you do. Are you really gonna let a couple of idiots who don’t know Rembrandt from Renoir get to you?” Sharon chuckled at that, draining the rest of her glass and setting it on the cart before looping an arm around Alaska’s waist and pulling her into her lap.

“C’mere, you’re too far away,” she grinned, her voice quiet. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks, I’ve been so busy with this museum exhibit, and now the whole thing with the website glitch…” She trailed off, letting Alaska set her own empty glass down before snuggling up close to her. “I’ve been neglecting you,” she mumbled, eyes cast down as her hand trailed up and down Alaska’s spine.

Alaska caught Sharon’s chin between her thumb and forefinger, tilting it up and forcing her wife to make eye contact. “You haven’t been neglecting me, silly,” she said with a warm smile. “You’ve been busy, you’ve been working on making your dreams into a reality, and I would never want anything less for you. Even if it means I’m sleeping in a cold bed for a while,” she added with a mirthful chuckle.

Sharon flushed, looking guilty. “Yeah… I’m sorry about that. I just-”

“Shhh,” Alaska cut her off, draping both arms around her wife’s neck, “No more excuses, okay? You’ll only make yourself sick with anxiety. I know you.” Her hands twisted in Sharon’s dark curls, drawing her closer and shifting in her lap slightly before leaning in. “Turn your work brain off,” she murmured with a smile, closing the distance between them. Sharon sighed into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Alaska’s waist and slipping her tongue between plush, ruby-red lips. Her touch drew a sigh out of Alaska, her body relaxing against Sharon as they lazily explored each other’s mouths, breathing in the cool evening air.

They broke apart only so that Alaska could reposition herself on Sharon’s lap, straddling her thighs before moving to kiss her deeply again. Sharon’s hands ran through her wife’s silky hair, playing with the soft locks as Alaska hummed contentedly against her mouth. Pulling one of her hands away from Sharon’s neck, she reached up to remove her sun hat and toss it carelessly to the ground, angling her head to allow Sharon to lick into her mouth with a soft groan.

“I… missed you… so much…” Sharon mumbled between kisses, her lips trailing down Alaska’s jaw and just below her ear. Alaska tipped her head back and to the side slightly, eyes fluttering closed as her wife continued to kiss and suck at her neck and throat.

“God, I missed you too,” she sighed, holding onto Sharon’s hips for balance and breathing in the scent of night air and rose bushes mixing with Sharon’s musky cologne. When they had just started dating it had taken Alaska a while to get used to the men’s colognes that Sharon preferred, but now the smell of sandalwood or Spanish amber on Sharon’s skin made her knees weak and her head spin. Sharon smelled like wood and musk and cigarette smoke, her lips soft on Alaska’s skin and her hands steady against her back.

“Tell me how much you missed me,” Sharon murmured deviously, slotting her leg between Alaska’s thighs and bouncing it ever so slightly. Alaska’s lips parted with a soft noise of surprise as she began rocking her hips against Sharon’s strong thigh, opening her eyes to see her wife leaning back in her chair with a lazy smile.

“So much,” Alaska breathed, “So, so much… I missed you every day, like I always do, but even more at night…”

“Oh yeah?” Sharon smirked, hands splayed out on the tops of Alaska’s thighs as her beaded dress rode up slightly. The slit in the side made it all the more easy for Sharon to tease her wife, rubbing her fingers across Alaska’s bare hips where the fabric didn’t cover them up. “Why’d you miss me at night, I wonder?” Alaska let out a little huff of laughter, slowing the steady roll of her hips to a complete stop and brushing Sharon’s hair off of her neck.

“I’m not used to sleeping alone,” she admitted quietly after a few moments of silent stillness. Sharon bit her lip. She’d expected her wife to respond to her teasing in equal measure, but hearing Alaska voice something raw and real made Sharon’s heart twist in her chest.

“Oh, baby… I feel so awful for leaving you all alone like that. C’mere.” She pulled Alaska even closer against her, running her hands down her hips and thighs and kissing her lips softly. “You wanna go inside, sweet pea? It’s getting dark.” Alaska nodded, tilting her head back to look at the twilight sky and giggling when Sharon nipped at her throat. She slipped off of Sharon’s lap and helped her wife up as well, leading her inside and closing the patio doors behind them.

“Do you wanna go up to bed, angel?” Sharon asked softly, keeping a hand on Alaska’s waist. “I know I just got home, but I don’t wanna wait…” Her voice was low and husky, and it made Alaska’s thighs twitch of their own accord. She nodded, letting Sharon lead her up their grandiose staircase and into the master bedroom, where Alaska lounged on the bed and watched Sharon slip out of her work heels.

“I missed this,” Alaska said quietly, drawing a chuckle out of her wife as she shrugged off her blazer.

“What, watching me undress as quickly as I possibly can?” she teased, unzipping her skirt and leaving it on the floor next to her blazer. She couldn’t be bothered to fold them properly, not when Alaska was looking at her like that. “If you want a striptease, I’m afraid tonight isn’t the night.”

Alaska giggled. “I don’t. I just like seeing you. Doing something boring, but… doing it with me. Keep the shirt on,” she added as Sharon finished unbuttoning the garment. She raised an eyebrow but left it on, left only in the dress shirt, a black bra and panty set, and matching thigh highs that clipped onto a garter belt. “You look so good,” Alaska breathed as her wife joined her on the bed.

“Yeah?” Sharon smirked, gently removing Alaska’s Loubs and tossing them to the floor. Alaska nodded as Sharon’s hands slid up her legs and under the skirt of her dress before withdrawing them to push the fur coat off Alaska’s shoulders and placing it next to them on the bed. “Can you sit up so I can get you out of this dress, baby?”

“Mm-hmm,” her wife hummed, reaching around herself to unzip the garment and push it down her torso, lifting her hips to allow Sharon to remove it completely and let it fall to the floor.

“Bra off too, sweetheart,” Sharon said, and Alaska obediently rid herself of the lacy pink garment as quickly as she could. To her surprise and bafflement, Sharon picked up the folded fur coat again, helping Alaska’s arms into it and reaching behind her to unclip her pearl necklace and place it on the bedside table. “Lean back, honey, don’t be shy.”

She was such a pretty sight, naked except for her lacy pink thong and the luxe fur coat, her blonde locks fanning out on the pillow. Sharon was probably the luckiest woman in the world; her wife was nothing short of a goddess.

Alaska let out a soft keening noise, impatient and needy, and Sharon smiled.

“Spread for me, angel,” she coaxed, watching Alaska’s thighs part and kneeling between them. “That’s a good girl, so pretty for mommy.” Her fingertips danced along her wife’s stomach, moving downward to her hips to press into the place where she knew Alaska would be sore, a common occurrence for the bow-legged beauty. Just as expected, Alaska let out a whine of discomfort, and Sharon kissed her cheek. “I know, honey, you must be so sore,” she cooed, now using both hands to rub at Alaska’s aching hip joints.

“H-hurts, Sharon…” she whimpered, trying her best not to squirm.

“I know, baby,” Sharon sympathized, continuing her massage but taking great care to be gentle. “It’ll be all better soon, I promise. You’re being so patient, such a good girl for mama.” Alaska shivered at the praise and at Sharon’s attentive touch, arching her back when Sharon pressed a fleeting kiss to her lace-covered mound.

“Please…” she whispered as Sharon’s hands moved from rubbing her hips to gently gripping her thighs, pushing them further apart. Her wife smiled, hooking her fingers in the waistband of Alaska’s panties and pulling slightly, only to let the elastic snap back lightly against her skin. Alaska whined. “Stop teasinggg…”

“Shhh, baby, you’re being so good,” Sharon said as she began to draw Alaska’s panties down her legs. As soon as they were off Alaska spread her legs, rocking her hips a little to show off her glistening center, smooth and pink and already dripping. Sharon let a smile cross her face at the sight, leaning down to press her lips against her wife’s. Alaska’s tongue slipped out eagerly, her lips parting in a sugary moan as Sharon dipped two fingers between her folds and circled her clit lightly.

“M-mommy…” Alaska whined when Sharon pulled away from the kiss with a smirk. “God, I m-missed this…”

“Yeah? You missed mommy touching you like this, playing with your sweet little pussy?” Sharon’s voice was low and husky, and pleasure coiled in Alaska’s stomach at the sound. She nodded wordlessly, letting out little moans every so often as Sharon teased her clit and brushed her fingertips against her entrance, never quite slipping inside. Her mouth was hot and wet against Alaska’s skin, leaving a trail of searing kisses down her neck and chest and sucking a mark into the soft spot between her breasts as she continued to run her fingers between Alaska’s folds. Alaska was already impossibly aroused from Sharon’s touch, so much so that she feared she might come just from her wife’s gentle, teasing foreplay.

“Baby, stop,” she begged softly, “Don’t wanna come too soon.” Sharon hadn’t waited for Alaska’s explanation, pulling back the moment she’d uttered the word “stop.” She sat back on her heels, sucking her fingers into her mouth and tasting Alaska on them, drawing a quiet groan from her wife.

“You’re that worked up, huh?” she chuckled lightly, her fingers leaving her mouth with a soft pop. Alaska bit down on her thick lower lip, eyes shining with mischief.

“I haven’t touched myself since the last time we had sex,” she said innocently. Sharon’s eyes widened and her hips swayed into the mattress slightly as she let out a soft moan.

“Fuck, honey, it’s been… At least a week, maybe more… Fuck. That’s so fucking hot, baby girl.” Alaska smiled, her bottom lip still caught between her teeth, and she watched something shift slightly in her wife’s expression, her eyes darkening in a way that Alaska recognized all too well. Sharon gently bent Alaska’s knees and pushed her legs toward her body slightly, allowing her to spread herself further and show off how wet and swollen she was. “Explains why you’re dripping all over our sheets, doesn’t it, angel?” she asked in a low voice, the sound going straight to Alaska’s core.

Alaska’s answer came in the form of a choked moan as Sharon slid a finger into her with a wet sound that seemed a thousand times louder in the quiet of their bedroom. Sensing little resistance, she eased a second finger into Alaska alongside the first, crooking them slightly to hear her wife’s gentle cry. Sharon tsked as she began scissoring her fingers, opening her wife up slowly and smirking at the obscene sounds that her pussy was making.

“Such a messy girl…” Sharon purred, and Alaska cooed as Sharon’s thumb grazed her clit for a moment, only to pull away and leave her frustrated. “Let me see you touch yourself, baby. Play with those gorgeous tits of yours, hm?” Alaska obeyed immediately, her hands flying to her breasts to begin kneading them lightly and pinching and teasing her nipples. She was keening and moaning softly as Sharon’s fingers continued to work inside her, never quite brushing up against the place deep inside of her that would make Alaska see stars.

“Stop teasing, mama,” she whined, pouting when Sharon only chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. She pulled her fingers away, wiping them on Alaska’s thigh like she owned her, and the dirty gesture only made Alaska’s core wetten further. Shrugging her dress shirt off her shoulders, Sharon unclipped her bra and stood up to slip out of her panties, stockings, and garter belt. Alaska watched with soft eyes tracing her wife’s every move and sweeping over her figure; she was so damn lucky to be married to this goddess.

“No touching, baby,” Sharon reminded her as she knelt to retrieve a white box from beneath the bed. Alaska watched her curiously, feeling the bed dip beneath her as Sharon resumed her place between Alaska’s legs, the box in her lap. Seeing Alaska’s expression, Sharon smiled. “You wanna know what’s in the box, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Alaska all but whispered, her gaze flickering between Sharon’s eyes and the mysterious box. Sharon smiled, lifting the top and unwrapping layers of white tissue paper to reveal something purple. Taking it out of the box, Sharon held up a double-ended dildo, examining Alaska’s face for a reaction. Her eyes were wide as they scanned the toy, and Sharon’s eyes flickered downward to watch Alaska’s opening clench.

“I’ve been saving this for my sweet baby, waiting for the right moment to bring it out. What do you think, sweetheart? Wanna give it a try?” Alaska nodded without hesitation and Sharon laughed, shoving the empty box to the ground. “Someone’s eager.”

“Need you,” Alaska breathed. Sharon nodded, running her fingers between her own soaked folds and moaning quietly as she teased herself. “So pretty, mama,” Alaska smiled as she watched her wife touch herself, completely enamored by her in every way. Sharon’s lips dropped open as she pressed the bulbed end of the toy against herself, letting her warmth envelop it as she slowly pushed it inside with a weak groan of pleasure. The toy was ribbed where it was snug against her clit, and she palmed the shaft with a quiet sigh, feeling its girth inside her.

“You’ve been such a good girl, Lasky,” she praised, her voice breathy, “Mommy’s gonna make you feel so good.” Alaska made grabby hands for Sharon’s hips, leaning forward to move onto her knees as her wife knelt above her. Sharon understood her intentions a moment before Alaska’s cherry lips wrapped around the head of the toy, her tongue flattening against the underside to feel its weight. Taking more of the shaft into her mouth, she looked up at Sharon through dark lashes, her eyes bright and innocent even as she took the toy deeper. Sharon moaned. “Fuck, princess, you look so good like that…”

When Alaska pulled away, the toy was slick and shiny, her spit glistening on the purple surface of the artificial cock. She leaned back again, freeing her arms from the fur coat and laying against it while pulling her knees up to her chest. Sharon knelt between her thighs, rubbing the toy between her wife’s slick folds before positioning the tip at her entrance.

“You ready, baby girl?”

“Please, mommy…” Alaska sighed. Sharon nodded, beginning to push inside. Alaska let out a wanton moan as her wife slid into her, filling her up so perfectly and completely. “So good, mama, you’re so big,” she whined as Sharon let her adjust.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sharon said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair out of Alaska’s face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes shining with admiration as she tried to take in every minute detail of the woman beneath her. Alaska blushed, pulling Sharon down for a deep kiss as Sharon began to rock her hips, making slow, shallow thrusts. Alaska moaned into her mouth, cupping Sharon’s face with both hands as their foreheads pressed together.

“Fuck.”

Sharon chuckled, stealing another gentle kiss before speeding up and beginning to set an even pace. Her strokes soon became deep and hard, and Alaska’s hands tangled in her wife’s dark curls as she felt every inch of the toy inside her with each thrust.

“Feel good, baby?”

“So good,” Alaska panted, “So f-fucking full, mommy, unh.” She began meeting Sharon’s thrusts, rocking her hips up against her wife’s and clenching around the dildo, making Sharon cry out as the ribbed part of the toy rubbed deliciously against her pulsing bud. “More, mommy, please.”

Sharon nodded, holding on to Alaska’s hips for balance as she continued her steady rhythm and letting Alaska arch them up to change the angle slightly. Alaska cried out as every thrust hit her just right, and she snaked a hand down to circle her neglected clit.

“Gonna come, mama, g-gonna- mmn…”

“Come for me, babydoll,” Sharon murmured, “Come for mommy. So beautiful.”

Within moments Alaska was coming, her thighs closing around the toy as she shuddered and whined and pulled Sharon in to give her kiss after sloppy kiss. Sharon’s hips slowed as she fucked Alaska through her orgasm, eventually coming to a complete stop inside her as Sharon continued to press soft kisses to her wife’s lips.

“Need you,” Alaska mumbled against her lips.

“You have all of me, baby,” Sharon smiled, “What more do you want, greedy girl?”

“Wanna taste you,” was the soft sigh that left Alaska’s lips. Sharon bit her lip, carefully pulling out of her wife and admiring how her opening clenched at the loss. She eased the toy out of herself with a little groan and placed it on the bed, not caring that it was soaking wet on both ends, and moved to straddle her wife’s face.

“You sure, honey?”

“Mm-hmm. Need you,” she repeated before falling silent, mouth open and tongue out. Sharon lowered herself down, letting out a high-pitched whimper as Alaska’s talented tongue began lapping at her dripping cunt, flicking across her clit and making her whine.

“F-fuck, Alaska, y-yes… God, fuck!” It didn’t take long for her to lose control, grinding down against Alaska’s mouth and whimpering as her wife licked and sucked and kissed everywhere she could reach. “C’mon, baby girl, I’m so f-fucking  close. That’s it, b-baby, ah!” Sharon’s hips began to stutter as Alaska’s soft lips closed over her clit and sucked, pushing her over the edge until she was coming with a long, low moan.

Lifting herself off of Alaska, Sharon opened the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a soft cloth, using it to clean Alaska’s mouth of her release before wiping down the new toy and placing both items in the drawer. She flopped down next to Alaska, who immediately latched onto her and pressed her face into her neck.

“Such a good girl, my good girl,” Sharon murmured, pulling Alaska closer and playing with her hair. “Was that good, honey? Did it feel nice?”

Alaska nodded against her neck, too tired and blissed-out to respond with very much more than, “Yeah…”

Sharon smiled. “Good. You tired, sweetheart?” Alaska nodded again, and Sharon kissed the top of her head. “Let me get you a t-shirt and some fresh panties, okay?” Alaska whined when Sharon pulled away, sitting up and drawing her knees to her chest as she watched Sharon look through a drawer to pick out pajamas for her wife.

“Can I… can I have one of yours tonight?” she asked softly. Her voice was small, like she was fragile, and she couldn’t stand the idea of being away from. her wife for more than a moment. Sharon’s back was turned, but Alaska could hear the smile in her voice when she responded.

“Of course you can, angel.” She returned with two oversized t-shirts and two pairs of underwear, helping Alaska into hers before donning her own. Sharon couldn’t help but admire her wife as Alaska watched her pull on her black panties and Halloween t-shirt.

If Alaska had looked beautiful out on the patio, she looked even more beautiful now. Her face was flushed, her lips kiss-swollen and pink, and her eyes shone with adoration as she looked back at Sharon. Several red marks decorated her pale neck, and Sharon knew there were many more love bites hidden under the extra-large Metallica shirt that swallowed her up. Her hair was a mess, her eye makeup was smudged where she’d cried as Sharon pounded into her, and her lipstick was long gone. She looked absolutely perfect, and Sharon told her so as she slipped back into bed beside her.

“I probably look like a mess,” she giggled, snuggling up close to her wife. Sharon rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around her and kissing her softly.

“Still perfect,” she insisted. “I love you.”

Alaska smiled.

“I love you more.”

[zblackiez]

Starvation

♪ Going through hell, while looking at heaven ♪

Phone in hand, scrolling through the intricate web—the world that fits right in her pocket.

♪ Found an answer looking for a

question ♪

Chatter, encompassing her like doves swirling through the low skies.

♪ How many turns ‘til I find me? ♪

She sat at the front counter, dressed in a modest tank-top of black with a navy-blue skirt and dress shoes as dark as a raven. Her frame thin, slender, she had skin of a fair complexion; soft, like a newborn’s. Faint freckles dotted her cheeks, a few below her eyes, whose irises howled in divine violet. Harmonizing with it, straight hair of vibrant orange fell gracefully to her neck’s tip, just barely concealing her ears.

All around her, groups lolling in booths talked up a storm: retells of a memory here; struggles of comedy there. Laughs all around, their smiles glistening with phenomenal genuineness.

She took her eyes off her pocket-sized universe and looked to the radio that sang near the wall.

“Hey, Mister,” she said, “what song is that?”

He gave her the face of a raised eyebrow, the aged man who wiped glass cups with a rag from the opposite side of the counter. Behind him, upon shelves of oak, showed the collection of exotic bottles and snacks.

“You don’t know?” he asked. “But this one’s a goodun.”

The girl shrugged, apologetic.

“Jess Glynne,” the man enlightened her. “No Rights No Wrongs.” He smiled. “Brings some joy to my heart every time I hear it.”

The girl gazed at the radio, the tunes washing over her mind.

♪ And oh, no rights, no wrongs, take it from me ♪

♪ ‘Cause the answers are living indefinitely ♪

She had her own lips curve sweetly.

“I like it,” she said softly.

“I told ya,” the old man said, “this one’s a goodun.”

The young girl pocketed her phone, then laid her hands out on the wood before her.

The old man picked up another glass.

“By the way, Little Miss,” he said, “you’ve been here for thirty minutes now. Ya waitin’ for someone?”

“Something like that,” the girl said.

“Well, I’ll tell ya what’s up: if it’s one of your girlfriends you’re holdin’ up for, I’d recommend ya stay here as long as ya like, but if it’s a boy you’re waitin’ on, it’d be better if ya just skip out. Been way too long.”

“It’s only been half an hour. He’ll show up eventually.”

“Only half an hour?” The aged man sighed. “This generation is way too forgiving. Back in my day, if ya were even two minutes late, ya’d be in big trouble. Heck, if ya weren’t early, ya’d be eatin’ dirt. I mean, if ya don’t care about the time, who’s to say ya even care about the person?”

The girl only let the words bounce from ear to ear, never in.

She gave a smile of assurance. “It’ll be okay.”

Besides, she thought, this isn’t even the worst I’ve had. One time, I waited two whole hours. Obsidia told me he flaked out, but really, he may have just overslept. Granted, it was seven at night, but still!

The aged man just gave another sigh.

“Well,” he said, “as long as ya ain’t getting’ hurt, I suppose it ain’t so bad.”

The girl curved her lips. “Thanks, Mister.”

He returned with a smile of his own.

Ding!

From across the restaurant, a ring broke loose, accompanied by the door swinging open. And when the girl sent her gaze that way, she caught sight of him—the boy who had appeared on her Catchr notifications. His black and brown mohawk appeared the same just as his profile picture. His tattoos, even more vivid in person.

The girl smiled and said softly, “Speak of the angel.”

The aged man just sighed.

Eyelids, heavy. Bones, unwieldy, as if waves of lead pooled within them. Fatigue curled around her neck, clinging to her like a forbidden lover.

Slowly, sluggishly, she opened her eyes, letting the violet irises meet the light of the room. From the farthest wall, a sizable window greeted her, which allowed the morning rays of the sun to spill inward.

Morning already? she wondered.

Slipping her arms away from her blanket, she stretched from head to toe, loosening the muscles and spreading better the warmth of her blood.

A yawn.

Meow!

The call surfaced from her side, and when she looked its way, she spotted the adorable cat of gray fur and eyes as blue as Neptune. It rested upon her other pillow, gazing at the girl quite lovingly.

Then, a strike.

Its speed swift, the feline leaned forward and licked its owner right on the nose.

The girl shined a small smile.

“Happy sunshine, Charlotte,” she said softly.

Meow! the feline cried.

The sleepyhead looked to the clock at her side, reading the digital text, 8:38 AM. She then sent her gaze to the ceiling.

That’s right, she thought. I have to meet with Obsidia today.

The young lady gently pushed the blanket off herself, then rose to her feet, as lazy as a zombie. Snuggling her toes kindly was the fuzzy carpet below.

The feline watched as the newly awoken trudged to the bathroom in her pajamas. Every step seemed like a chore, and when she finally made it to the front of her mirror, she felt like she had cleared a mountainous journey.

The girl gave her reflection a glance, but only in that instance. As she brushed her teeth, as she washed her face, she couldn’t bring herself to gaze into her own eyes.

The cat watched.

After readying her clothing—a baby-blue hoodie with black shorts—the girl sat near the front door to put on her sneakers. And once she completed her outfit, she lovingly rubbed her pet’s head.

“I’ll be back, Charlotte,” she said.

The cat smiled. Meow!

With that, the girl headed out into the world.

A sigh slipped past her lips, into the air of her bubble—her space that reeked of light depression.

At the circular table she sat, one arm lying on the metal, which she laid her head down upon. Meanwhile, the other hand held snugly a cup of white hot chocolate.

“Tired . . .” she groaned.

From across her relaxed another girl, her skin white like clouds and smooth like marble. With slender limbs and a beautiful smile, she carried the ideal image of a teenager. A vibrant leaf-green glowed in her irises, while onyx hair tied in a braided ponytail drooped down her neck.

She pushed her glasses up the ridge of her nose.

“Are you okay, Kirium?” she asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” the girl of orange hair and poor posture answered. “I’m fine.”

“You say that, but you’ve been sitting with your head down for twenty minutes. The ‘hot’ in your hot chocolate is gonna die.”

“It won’t be the only thing dying . . .” A limp body, till the very end.

The girl of glasses just sighed. “Is this about your date last night?”

“Date?” Defeat crept into the broken girl’s voice like a sickness. “With the failures that happened, I don’t think that event can even be called a ‘date.’ Catastrophe, maybe.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No, thanks. I’ll just be reminded of how stupid I am.”

The bespectacled angel rubbed her hand against her friend’s arm.

“They say that when you open up with your problems, you feel better about them,” she claimed.

Finally, the girl of orange hair, Kirium, turned her head, meeting her companion’s gaze.

“You sure?” she asked. “It is quite the horror story.”

The girl of emerald eyes curved her lips sweetly. “Lucky for you, I’m a horror junkie.”

Kirium cracked a weak smile. “Thank you, Obsidia.”

Obsidia straightened her posture.

“So,” she said, “what happened?”

Kirium sat up as well.

“Everything that could possibly go wrong,” she answered.

“How so?”

The girl smiled and said softly, “Speak of the angel.”

The aged man just sighed.

Excitement pulsing through her veins, the girl rose from her seat to approach her expected company.

The boy of the mohawk scanned the room and met her eyes,

just as she tripped on her own feet.

Thump! her body went as it crashed onto the wooden floorboards. Many conversations died, the focus of the room darting to the fallen human.

“You fell?” Obsidia asked.

“Hard,” Kirium confirmed. She slammed her face against her palm. “But that’s not even the worst part.”

“Ow,” the girl groaned in a whisper. Then, to the general public: “I’m okay. I’m okay.”

But the attendees did not seem convinced. Nonetheless, their reluctance high, they shifted back to business-as-usual.

The girl kept her smile alive, despite the strange look her date shot at her. When she reached him, she held out her hand. “You must be Arschloch, right? I’m Kirium. Kirium Nedio.”

He didn’t bother with the pleasantries.

“You . . . You look different in person,” he said.

As red as a ladybug, her cheeks became.

“You think so?” Kirium asked shyly.

Arschloch kept a straight face. “You look more average.”

By a bit, the smile withered, but stayed strong.

“Well, you know,” she said, “I guess profile pics can be a bit different from the actual person.”

“Sadly.”

The lovely girl pinched her skirt.

Obsidia narrowed her eyes.

“You let him say what to you?” she growled.

“Everyone has their opinions,” Kirium argued. “Besides, I kinda am just average.”

“Kirium . . .” Obsidia bit her tongue, her next words slamming against the walls of her teeth. “What happened next?”

The girl of orange hair rubbed her eyes. “Oh, boy . . .”

Within the booth, they sat across one another, menus spread out before them.

Her heart fluttered, rapid like a lion’s sprint. And as she followed the lines of text with her fingertip, she couldn’t shake the focus away from the light sweat dribbling down her forehead.

“What, um, what are you planning on getting?” Kirium asked.

“Dunno,” Arschloch replied. “Gimme a sec.”

“Right? Like, obviously you aren’t gonna be able to pick something right away. Clearly, you need some time. Plus, there’s a lot of good things here. I’ve actually been to this place a few times. I usually get—“

“Hey”—Arschloch glared—“would you quit yapping for two seconds?”

Lips, locked.

“Sorry,” the sweet girl whispered.

The companion with glasses clenched her fist. “Kirium . . .”

Kirium looked to her lap. “I know, I know: I talk too much. It’s just that when I get nervous, I start talking up a storm, then my tongue gets tied, then I start saying anything, then—”

“That’s not why I’m upset.”

Kirium raised her eyebrows.

“Just, keep going,” Obsidia urged.

As the clock swiveled, as time soared like a flock of crows, the pair indulged in their meals: Kirium ate delicately a burger, while Arschloch scarfed down a pair of massive burritos.

No words passed between the two, as if syllables had grown extinct.

Once their stomachs had their fill, and once the wonderful girl had covered the bill, the two stepped to the world of night just outside the front door. A zephyr blew from the West, kissing Kirium’s skin like a loved one.

“That was good,” she said, her smile wide. “So, what do you want to do now?”

“Actually,” Arschloch replied, “I’m done for the night.”

Again, the smile withered, but stayed alive.

Just by a thread.

“Oh. Okay. Then, maybe—”

“Nah, I’m good.”

Hanging on.

Arschloch looked her dead in the eyes.

“It’s just, I don’t think you’re my type, after all.”

Just by a thread.

Once more, Kirium lay face-down on the table. By now, the wisps of steam had stopped rising from her cup of lukewarm chocolate.

“I guess I rushed it,” she said. “Should’ve called the date off myself at that point. I’m too impatient with these things.”

Sorrow, in a mist, clouded her companion’s eyes.

“You really think it’s your fault, huh?” Obsidia asked.

“Of course. With the flaws I have, how couldn’t it be?”

Obsidia said nothing, instead delivering her hand to the top of her misguided friend’s head. A warm touch, one that could transfer the red of one’s heart to another.

As quick as lightning, Kirium shot her head back up, her eyes dazzling like diamonds.

“It’ll be okay!” she cheered, beaming. “I have another chance at love!”

Perplexity washed over Obsidia’s face. “How so?” However, the gears of her mind did not take long to commence their grind. “Another date?”

Kirium nodded. “Mm! Tonight, nonetheless!”

The girl of glasses furrowed her brow. “Not with that same guy, is it?”

The amazing girl shook her head.

“A new one,” she said. “I linked with him on Catchr on the way over here.”

Obsidia sighed. “You really need to stop using that app.”

“Never in my life. How else am I supposed to find the love of my life?”

“Why do you even want a boyfriend to begin with?”

Kirium looked to her friend like she had a negative IQ.

“Because that’s how someone becomes happy,” she answered. “When you’re in a relationship, it’s the best feeling in the world. There’s no other emotion that compares. Honestly, Obsidia, I don’t understand how you can’t want a boyfriend.”

Obsidia sent her gaze out the window, to a sky smiling above a crowd—a collection of mindless bodies that only ever stared at their pocket-sized realities.

“I suppose,” she said, “I’m just not into that. I mean, I’m feeling pretty content at the moment.” When she looked back to Kirium, she offered a light smile. “Then again, I still have some things I need to figure out.”

Kirium puckered her lips like she was trying to keep a pencil mustache in place.

“Like how you’re gonna keep your new book away from me?” she guessed.

Obsidia giggled. “As if I’d ever do that.”

She reached into her satchel at her side to fish out a fairly thick novel. With a cover shaded white, it had The Gifted: Armageddon etched at the top with red lettering.

When given to her, Kirium held it like it was the greatest treasure in the universe.

“The last of the trilogy,” she whispered. “Time to see how Jeremy and Ruby’s love blooms.”

“I think you’ll be quite surprised,” Obsidia said.

Stars, breathing in the night sky, right next to their favorite mother—the glistening moon.

Kirium stood before the movie theater, the glow of the lit-up posters bouncing lightly off her skin. Her outfit consisted of a button-up shirt colored white with a skirt and low boots, both black. She waited patiently with her hands at her front, watching as the crowd bled out from the front doors.

I hope I don’t get tongue-tied again, the adorable girl prayed. That would be less than ideal.

As she idled, her mind played the tape of earlier—the scene which housed her best friend’s delicate warning.

“Kirium,” she had said, “it’s okay to chase after love, but just make sure you pay attention to yourself, okay?”

Don’t worry, Obsidia, Kirium thought. I’ll be a-okay!

Just then, a voice rolled beside the sweet girl.

“Excuse me,” it said. A male’s tone.

Kirium turned to it to spot a tall teenage boy standing beside her. Dressed in nice, fancy attire, he had combed hair shaded like spruce.

Just like the profile picture, only cuter.

“H-Hi,” the girl said, her heart skipping beats.

The boy smiled. “You must be Kirium. Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand. “I’m Lestin.”

Her fingers trembling, Kirium connected her palm with his. “N-Nice to meet you.” Cheeks, burning.

Without a single hint, the pristine boy wrapped his arm around Kirium’s shoulder, sending his warmth her way.

The girl felt the dizziness approach, like an army advancing.

So close!

“Let us go, Kirium,” Lestin urged. “We have a movie to catch.”

He led her to the glass doors of the theater, looking back out to the parking lot.

They strolled through the lobby, through the thin herd of movie-goers, before arriving at the entrance of their designated area. Above the doorframe hung a lighted sign which read, Avengers: End Game.

Still, Lestin kept his skin close to Kirium, and still, he looked around.

Once the pair entered, they took seats in the middle section. And before long, the masterpiece began playing on the ginormous screen. Through it all, Kirium couldn’t keep her breathing stable, couldn’t focus on the film. Like mad her bones quivered.

Oh my goodness, she thought, he’s so amazing! How can he not already have a girlfriend?

Lestin only looked around. At one point, however, he did casually lay his hand atop Kirium’s, only furthering her rapidrapidrapid heart.

This is going so well! her mind cheered. I think I’ve finally made a hit. She could smell the love swirling in the air, embracing her nostrils. She smiled from cheek to cheek.

After three solid hours of beautiful action, the patrons began to melt away from the dim room, with only a handful waiting for the credits to finish up.

Kirium and Lestin found their way back to the lobby.

“Man, that was amazing!” she said happily. “I’m really happy about how they portrayed the villain. He had great balance! What did you think of it, Lestin?”

He gave no answer, his eyes glued only to his front.

“Lestin?”

Kirium aligned her sight with his, where she saw a beautiful teenage girl marching towards them. With slender limbs, golden hair, and eyes pink like lotuses, she added definition to the word perfection.

Something I could never be.

When the mysterious girl reached them, she halted and glared.

“Lestin,” she barked, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you mean, Hestium?” the boy countered. “I’m just hanging out with my date here.”

Kirium gave no smile to his label.

The new arrival, Hestium, eyed the girl of orange hair.

“Talk about a downgrade,” she spat. “This is who you slump down to?”

“Hey, don’t be a jerk,” Lestin growled back. “Kirium here is awesome!”

The wings of the heart swayed.

“Yeah?” Hestium asked. “More awesome than me?”

Hesitation.

Kirium set her eyes on her date, noticing his tongue-tiedness.

“Um . . .” she said, as soft as a mouse.

“You think I wanted you out of my life?” Lestin asked. “You were everything to me.”

Instantly, the venom of Hestium evaporated. “I . . . I was?”

Slowly, Lestin nodded. “I loved you more than anything.”

The wings of the heart

disintegrated.

The boy approached his former love. “What do you say we try again?”

Hestium gazed into his eyes, forcing her breaths to grow short.

“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Kirium clenched her fist.

Lestin turned around to face her, then bowed.

“I’m sorry, Kirium,” he said. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to use you like this. It’s just that, I loved Hestium so much, and I didn’t know how else to get her back.”

Despite her soul cracking, the phenomenal girl put on a brave smile.

“Don’t be sorry,” she said. “You’d do anything for your love, right? I completely understand.”

The boy smiled. “Thank you, Kirium. Thank you so much. You’re really a great girl, judging by your Catchr profile. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

“T-Thanks.”

The awkwardness followed like a cloud of stink.

“W-Well . . . um . . .” Face flushed, the fantastic girl turned to head out the theater. “Have fun, I guess.”

And as she reentered the plain beneath the night sky, her smile fractured just a bit.

Atop her bed she lay, within the darkness that nested between the walls of her bedroom. Lethargy streamed in her bones like new marrow, and she could do nothing more than stare at her ceiling. Outside her window, the moon’s glow weakened, and no matter how much they yearned, the bright stars could not bring about a revival.

“Aw, man.” A weak voice. “I wish Obsidia was free right now.” She squeezed the phone she held. “I guess it can’t be helped. She does have that signing, after all.” A deep breath. “Well, it’s okay. It’s not like what happened was important, anyway.”

She draped her arm over her eyes.

“It’s not like I’m important, anyway.”

Meow!

The girl felt something small and warm press against her skin.

She didn’t bother looking.

“Hello, Charlotte,” she said weakly. “Happy moonlight.”

Meow!

Deep breath.

The events flooded her mind, polluting her ocean of memories with vile ink.

Abused.

Used.

Hollow.

“Hey, Charlotte,” the girl said, “mind if I talk to you? I’d ask Obsidia, but she’s a bit busy at the moment.”

Meow . . .

She cracked a tiny smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.” A pause. “Why . . . Why do I keep failing? No matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, I just can’t get a boyfriend. I can’t get someone to like me. It’s like I’m in some comedy movie. You know, the girl who just can’t score.”

She giggled softly.

But as the moments passed, so did the tears, trickling down her cheeks one droplet at a time. Her muscles tensed. Her face writhed.

“Why can’t I have love?” she cried. “I just want someone to love me.”

The brokenness finally seeped from her blood, pouring into the place of shadows.

Once more, she felt the soft paw kiss her skin.

“Child . . .”

Widened eyes.

For a moment, the cruelty of reality slipped from the girl’s focus, and she lifted her arm to meet the feline’s eyes.

The furry guardian gazed lovingly.

Despite the wetness of her face, the sorrow of her soul, the girl chuckled a little.

“What’s wrong with me?” she asked. “First, I can’t get someone to accept me. Now, I’m going so crazy that I’m hearing voices.”

The paw gave a kind rub.

“Child . . .” the voice repeated.

“Fine, fine,” the girl said, her voice feeble, “I’ll go along. I’m as strange as is, anyway.”

The voice continued. “Does it hurt, child?”

“Does it hurt?” The girl clenched her fist. “Of course it hurts. It hurts every second that I breathe. No matter what I do, I can’t find that special someone. It’s like the universe is telling me to be alone.” Another tear. “I don’t want to be alone. I want to be loved.”

Silence.

Then: “Tell me, child: who do you love?”

“Who do I love?” the girl asked.

“Yes, who do you love?”

The child considered the inquiry.

“Obsidia,” she answered. “She’s been with me through thick and thin, through the good times and the bad ones. I know I can always count on her.

“I love my mom and my dad. I know they work a lot, but they can’t help it. They have to do what they can to support the three of us. I appreciate all the hard work they do.

“There’s also Ms. Diamond. She always helps me in class, even though I’m more on the slow side. She’s patient and understands my struggles. She’s like a second mom in some ways.

“Then there’s—”

“Now let me ask you this,” the voice interrupted. “How long until you were going to say ‘myself?’”

As her lips stayed sewed tight, the realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. Her lips quivered, and she sobbed even harder.

“I have witnessed the paradigm of your life, child,” the voice said. “You run around, tired as can be, searching for a source of affection; yet, the one person you are unwilling to meet eyes with is yourself.

“You starve for love, yet you won’t turn to the one individual who holds an unlimited supply.”

“How am I supposed to even look at myself in the mirror?” the girl wept. “How am I supposed to see myself as anything more than a disgusting abomination? You’ve seen me, right? You know who I am. I’m worthless. Annoying. A waste of space.”

“If you’re a waste of space, then why does Obsidia bother!?” the voice growled.

Ever so slightly, the girl’s jaw hung.

“If you’re annoying, why does Ms. Diamond care for you?” the voice continued. “If you’re worthless, why do your mother and father see you as a princess?”

No answer.

The guardian angel lowered its tone.

“Because you’re you, Kirium,” it said. “You’re not worthless. You’re not annoying. You’re anything but a waste of space. You are Kirium Nedio, and for the world, that’s good enough.

“If you long for affection, then you must look within before you can gaze out. You must be willing to be kind to yourself. After all, how are you supposed to love someone if you can’t even love yourself?”

Kirium clenched her teeth, the truth of the words spiraling in her mind, in her sanctum of emotions.

“It’s just hard,” she whispered. “It’s hard being okay being me.”

The warm paw tapped her cheek.

“I know,” the voice said, “but it is not impossible. You are one of the brightest girls this universe has witnessed, and you have much to show for. In time, you will come to realize that. Just don’t sell yourself short, because you are undeserving of such ridicule.”

The girl gave only an answer of silence, her body unmoving. Even so, she never let that message stray far from her now-redder heart.

She awoke at the rise of morning, slumbering past the moon that recovered its glow and the stars that beamed with joy.

Morning already? she wondered, looking to the sky of fresh blue.

Meow!

Before her senses could truly come alive, she felt something moist brush against her nose.

“Happy sunshine, Charlotte,” the girl said, admiring the cat of gray fur and Neptune eyes. “I see you’re up early.”

Meow! the feline cheered.

Leaving her bed a mess, the girl departed from her bedroom to the bathroom, where the accursed mirror grinned at her with wickedness.

But she did back down.

Not again.

As she brushed her teeth, as the odd memories of last night popped into her mind, she stared at the reflection head-on, despite how much her skin crawled.

Yet,

even as the image shook pain all throughout, she cracked the tiniest of smiles, noticing, if only by a little, the genuine wonder that the girl in the mirror shined.

The splendid human.

[17mounteens]

Strip poker (Seungcheol)

Request:

Seungcheol x reader where they play strip poker? It can end with smut or a make out sesion you can choose 😉

Smut. 

(sorry the pic of him in the black top got me a BIT weak)

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“We should do something.”

You looked at your boyfriend, whose lap you had your head on, and raised your eyebrows. “Like what?”

He seemed thoughtful, and a small smile that made his dimples prominent climbed to his face. “I don’t know. Just… something. It’s getting a bit dull to just be here.”

Grinning, you put your phone away and focused solely on Seungcheol, taking in the way his dark hair framed his features and just how weak his dark brown, lazy-looking eyes had you.

“Wanna play like, strip poker?” you asked out of the blue, half as a joke, and giggled. Much to your surprise, Seungcheol actually considered it - the thoughtful humming gave away as much.

Finally he nodded with a wide grin and looked down at you, letting his eyes scan your body quickly. “I really wouldn’t mind if we did.” Before you could react, he bit his lower lip lightly, just enough to have you swallowing. “Besides, I really wouldn’t mind seeing those clothes come off one by one.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you let Seungcheol’s words sink in, and nodded a little, trying not to let it show just how badly your thoughts were taken over by the thought of him, all naked and gorgeous. His slightly toned muscles and broad shoulders, among so many other things about him, both physically, mentally and in the way he was, were some of the biggest turn-ons for you.

Before your thoughts could go any further - and they were proceeding fast - Seungcheol was already suggesting you get up, and while you sat up, he got up and went to get his cards, ready on his bookshelf for easy access for whenever he hosted a poker night or just wanted to have a drinking game at a party.

You snorted when he turned to look at you expectantly, the cards in his hands. “We’re really going to do this?”

“I wasn’t joking,” he deadpanned with a slight shake of his head, his dark, messy hair shifting a little. Then he grinned and extended his arm to you. “Come on, let’s go have some fun.”

Although his words made it seem like you’d actually be going somewhere, the two of you just grabbed a few pillows from the couch and sat down on the floor, and you didn’t say anything about it.

While you got comfortable on the pillows, you both scanned each other, taking in just how many pieces of clothing you had. Seungcheol squinted at how many layers you were seemingly wearing, and you licked your lips when you saw a familiar black top peeking underneath his dark blue flannel.

It wasn’t necessarily anything special, but an undeniable fact was that Seungcheol looked sinfully good in tops, and you appreciated every second you witnessed him in one. The black one he was wearing was to your taste in particular.

“Well,” he started with a playful grin and took the cards from the floor before starting to shuffle them. “Are you confident in winning?”

Snorting, you raised your eyebrows suggestively. “Depends on what you mean by winning.”

Seungcheol blinked a few times, and you loved the way his cheeks seemed to gain a soft hue of pink to them. “Ending up with more clothes than me, what else?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that, but I am confident in that you’ll get too hot and bothered to finish the game,” you said innocently and picked up your cards when he had started dealing them. Seungcheol swallowed, but a cocky grin remained on his face.

“We’ll see about that,” he stated amusedly and looked down at his own cards, none of which seemed to play well together. Being fairly experienced, he knew better than to let it show on his face, and urged you to make your move. You gave away a few of your cards, and Seungcheol dealt you new ones. Keeping a smile off your face was difficult when you saw just how much potential your hand had, and to further keep it off, you focused on your boyfriend, who dealt himself a few new cards as well.

One more round of discarding the least useful cards later, you looked at each other intently. “Ready to show?”

He seemed a bit unsure but nodded regardless, presenting you with four 2s. “...There.”

Grinning openly, you put your own hand to the floor.

“Royal flush.”

Seungcheol pursed his lips, comparing your cards, and sighed in the end.

“Clothes off, Seungcheollie,” you sing-sang excitedly, but clicked your tongue when he took off his socks. “Really?”

“You didn’t complain about them before, so,” Seungcheol laughed and looked at you self-satisfiedly when his feet were bare, and he purposefully wiggled his toes. “Ready for another round?”

Shaking your head, you agreed despite being disappointed by the anticlimax of the first round, and he dealt the two of you another round of cards.

That round, you ended up losing, and while you tried to figure out what to take off, Seungcheol cleared his throat.

“Should we set a rule that the winner gets to choose what the loser takes off?” he suggested with a playful smirk on his face, which in all honesty went right to your core.

Chuckling, you shook your head. “We should’ve established that from the beginning, but you just had to take your socks off.”

Seungcheol looked almost wistful, and it amused you to no end.

“The winner can wish for something, but the loser doesn’t have to comply, how about that?”

He could live with that, and so he nodded.

“Well, in that case I’m voting for your shirt,” he declared and looked at you expectantly, only for you to shake your head slowly.

“I really can’t hear you,” you joked and unbuttoned your shorts instead, taking them off quickly, which left you in your tights, loose shirt, top and underwear.

Seungcheol seemed unimpressed, but you did notice him scanning your legs with his eyes, and that alone made you feel victorious.

You continued playing, and little by little the two of you continued losing clothes. Your favorite part was when Seungcheol took his flannel off: you didn’t even mind that he wasn’t completely topless, because you loved the sight of him in that black tank top that somehow managed to accentuate his toned arms and broad shoulders more than any other top could.

“I see you eating me up,” Seungcheol hummed with a smirk when you dealt the two of you some cards, hardly able to keep track of how many you had dealt because you were too focused in him.

“I don’t admit to anything,” you snorted and put the rest of the deck down on the floor when you both had enough cards. He quirked his eyebrow.

“Is that so? So you didn’t just almost deal me one too many cards because you were staring at my arms?” he asked playfully, laughing when you couldn’t come up with an answer. “Thought so.”

Eventually he was wearing just the top and his boxers, and you were down to your underwear and the loose shirt - Seungcheol had let out a disappointed sigh when you had taken your undershirt off before it.

“Will you just lose some clothes already?” he grumbled quietly, his lips in a slight pout as he ran his fingers through his hair, eyes scanning your body.

Quirking your eyebrow, you chuckled, and the way he was eyeing you was somehow making you feel all the more confident. “You seem horny.”

When Seungcheol moved his gaze from your body to your eyes, there was no mistake in the sharp, dark look in his orbs.

“...You are horny.”

“Damn straight I am,” he mumbled and fixed his sitting position a little, licking his lips slowly. “And that loose shirt with nothing but a bra underneath is really working for you.”

You could feel some heat pooling in the pit of your stomach already, and your lips curved into a smirk. “We’ll see if we get to finish this game.”

“Oh, we’re going to finish this, and when we’re done, we’re going to have sex,” Seungcheol said determinedly, and before you got to ask him about it, he continued, “and the winner gets oral.”

Smiling widely, you looked at him with warmth in your eyes. “That should be enough determination to win, huh?”

He nodded with a grin, and so you started playing for that round. That time, he lost, and took his top off without much complaining; the next round was your time to lose, and while he expected you to remove your shirt, he was left impressed when you pulled your bra out of your sleeve instead.

“...Okay, that look is working for you even more,” he noted appreciatively, eyes glued on your erect nipples easily showing through the loose shirt you were wearing, as well as the shape of your breasts in general. Seungcheol swallowed hard, and you were unable to miss the shape of his half-hard length on the front of his fairly tight, black boxers that never left much of anything to imagination. With a smirk making its way to his face, he then moved his gaze up to your eyes. “I see you’re not unaffected, either, baby. You’ve always liked my upper body…”

You could only nod: there was nothing you could’ve said in your defense, and it took an annoyingly large amount of your willpower to not get closer to him just to feel up his arms and shoulders while locking your lips.

A few rounds later, Seungcheol ended up losing for good. As soon as he had taken his boxers off, you both got rid of the cards and you got closer to him - you had gradually gotten closer to each other during the game already, so it wasn’t too long of a distance anymore.

“Finally,” you breathed contently when you were right next to him, your hands immediately on his arms and your lips brushing against his. “That game was torture.”

“Tell me about it,” Seungcheol said, his voice low, and placed his hands on your hips, his thumbs playing with the waistband of your panties. “But to be fair, the suspense was amazing, and I really did enjoy the sight of you wearing nothing but that shirt. It was hot.”

You nearly shuddered with how affected you were by his words, and nodded. “I could see you liked it. Also, you with that top…”

He grinned cockily. “I know.”

With that, he locked your lips in a wet kiss, his tongue moving against your lips until you granted him access to your mouth and let it dance with your own tongue while one of his hands moved up on your bare body, easily going all the way up to your breast to cup it.

Annoyingly turned on at that point already, you moaned quietly into the kiss as he rubbed your nipple, and held his arms a bit tighter. He had always known your weakest spots, and it was a huge turn-on to you how he didn’t hesitate to attack just those, especially when he did it as smugly as he usually did.

“I love the way you sound,” Seungcheol said appreciatively and pulled back a little, just so that he could take in your figure, which he so much loved. His Adam’s apple bobbed at the sight, and it made your heart flutter to see how his pupils dilated a little. “You look gorgeous, Y/N.”

“Shh,” you shushed him with a giggle, gently taking his hand off your body so that you could take your panties off - the very garment that brought you your win at the game - and got closer to Seungcheol again, cupping his cheeks with your hands. “Should I grab us a blanket? The floor isn’t particularly comfortable, is it?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Seungcheol noted with a sexy quirk of his eyebrow, his hands finding their way to your hips again. You chuckled at the memory of the previous time you had sex on the floor and shook your head while leaning down to kiss him.

“I’d still like some more comfort for when you eat me out,” you mumbled against his lips and let out a content sigh when one of his hands slid down from your hip until it could slide between your legs, where your pussy was already somewhat wet from the suspense of the game of strip poker and making out.

Grinning, Seungcheol pressed two fingers flat against your wetness. “Get comfortable then, baby.”

Holding back a moan, you managed to get up on your feet and went to the couch, smirking when your boyfriend looked at you, the slightest bit perplexed, and beckoned him to come to you. “You told me to get comfortable, and now I am, so c’mere.”

Seungcheol’s lips spread into a grin, and he wasted no time in getting to you, placing a pillow underneath his knees - he knew you would’ve made him do it anyway, just to save his knees - and you couldn’t help but clench around nothing when his warm hands pressed against your inner thighs, opening your legs more.

“I see the game got you worked up, too,” he noted when he saw just how turned on you were, your pussy glistening with your arousal and your clit a bit swollen already - seeing it all up close excited him even more than feeling your wetness against his fingers did.

“Don’t act surprised,” you hummed and got one of your hands in Seungcheol’s dark hair while letting your eyes scan his upper body, taking in every little detail, from the small moles every here and there to his collarbones and slightly defined muscles. From there on you moved your attention to his face: his defined jaw, plump, pink lips, the few moles on his cheeks...

While you were getting lost in him, Seungcheol used your absent-mindedness to his advantage and leaned closer to give you a long, slow lick that made you moan and buck your hips up instinctively. He chuckled at your reaction, but if you thought he’d stop just so that he could tease you, you were wrong - instead, he continued giving you slow, utterly pleasurable licks until you were shuddering, at which point he switched to swirling his tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“S-Seungcheol,” you whimpered, your hand tightening a bit in his hair, and could only moan loudly when you felt one of his hands leave your thigh and move up to your breast instead.

Again, hitting your weaknesses.

“Yes?” Seungcheol asked, his eyes dark and hooded as he looked up at you, his plump lips wrapping lightly around your clit while he cupped your breast and rubbed your erect nipple between his fingers.

As he started eating you out with even more vigor, you could hardly speak coherently. “That feels-- really good--”

He loved the way your breath seemed to be hitching in your throat at a particular motion of his tongue, and to you it was impossible to control yourself when his thick, wet tongue was moving against you so well. Your hips were starting to buck up the slightest bit, and Seungcheol didn’t even bother to keep them down too much, although you did feel his hand, still on your thigh, pushing it down a little.

“Tell me more, baby,” Seungcheol urged huskily, generously squeezing your breast again, which added to his lips wrapping around your clit made you moan fairly loudly. “Tell me what you like.”

“That,” you breathed, hardly able to keep your eyes open as you stared down at Seungcheol, his long eyelashes making his darkened eyes all the more attractive. “I like it when you kiss my clit.”

“Like this?” he asked quietly, giving the bud a light peck that only left you pouting. Then Seungcheol’s eyes curved into a playful smile. “Or like this?”

Your eyes fell shut at the second kiss, which was pretty much how he’d kiss you when you were getting it on, his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves lightly while his tongue swirled around it and pressed into it, all of it making your back arch.

“Like that,” you moaned and held Seungcheol’s hair a bit tighter, allowing yourself to succumb to pleasure as he determinedly continued treating you just like that. You were suddenly all too aware of his hand on your breast, cupping it while his thumb rolled your nipple under its pad, and it was all of it together that soon had you whimpering. “I’m going to co--”

Before you even got to finish your words, Seungcheol one upped his game and your lips parted into a silent cry as you released, his tongue eagerly lapping at whatever arousal it could snag from your entrance, drenched with your juices.

Soon he was giving you long licks again, each of them making you shudder while panting, and then he pulled back, his lower face glistening. “Was that good enough for the victory?”

Giggling a little, you nodded and slid your hand down from Seungcheol’s hair to cup his cheek, the slight stubble rough against your skin. “That was more than enough. And now…”

He raised his eyebrows when you determinedly got off the couch, and he backed off instinctively, still on his knees. Eventually you sat down on his thighs, your knees on either side of his legs and his erection pressing against your lower stomach, and got your hands into his hair as you pressed yourself against him.

“...I think it’s time for you to get a consolation prize.”

You slid one of your hands down his body until you could wrap it around Seungcheol’s cock, and he hissed at your touch, his lips in a lopsided grin.

“If this is your view of a consolation prize, I think I should start losing more often,” he hummed in amusement, but bit down on his lip as soon as you slid your thumb over the tip of his length, smearing his pre-cum around the head of it, and then moved your fist down.

“Be careful with your words,” you grinned and leaned down to lock your lips into a passionate kiss, during which you slowly managed to get Seungcheol to shift, helping him get the pillows somewhat underneath his body before he lay down, you joining him as soon as he was settled. “Comfortable?”

Seungcheol snorted, a wide grin on his face, and raised his eyebrows meaningfully. “As comfortable as I’m going to get.”

Nodding, you smiled and kissed him again, your tongue easily sliding into his mouth to play with his while you moved your hips on him so that you could feel his cock between your lower lips, which was when you began grinding on him, letting your wetness coat his length and shuddering whenever your clit rubbed against him.

Seungcheol groaned quietly, his hands on your hips pressing you better against himself, and kissed you back hungrily. You also didn’t miss the way his hips were starting to buck up a little, so it didn’t exactly surprise you when he spoke again, his voice somewhere between pleading and demanding. “I need you to get on my cock, baby.”

With a self-satisfied grin, you placed your hands on his chest and sat up, looking down at him while your hips continued moving on top of his shaft. “Will you take me seriously the next time we play strip poker?”

“Next time? Oh, I will,” Seungcheol said, visibly excited about the prospect of another game of it sometime in the future, and licked his lips. “Now, please, baby?”

You nodded, not admitting that you need him to be inside of you just as badly as he did, and got up on your knees with your hand wrapping around his length, giving it a few slow strokes before aligning it with your entrance. As you lowered yourself a little, Seungcheol grunted and nodded encouragingly, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your skin near your hip bones.

“Just like that…” he said appreciatively, and you refused to take your eyes off his face while sinking down on him - the sheer amount of pleasure clearly visible on him was almost hypnotizing, and you loved every little detail of it. His lips parted a little, his eyes fell shut lightly and his eyebrows knitted together a little, and it all drove you mad. “Fuck…”

Finally having all of him inside of you, you let out a satisfied moan. He felt heavenly inside of you, his cock rubbing into your walls and making you feel just the right kind of full, which was exactly what you needed while as wet and needy as you were.

Your mind too clouded by the pleasure, you didn’t waste time before you started moving, first just letting your hips move back and forth on Seungcheol’s lap. He grunted time after time, telling you how amazing you felt around him and how well you were moving, and you took in every little compliment eagerly, all of them turning you on more by making you feel incredibly wanted.

He forced his eyes to stay open just so that he could take in how you looked, and the sight alone made him grunt and his hips buck up - it was one of his absolute favorite angles to see you like that, with your breasts jutting out a little, jiggling with every movement of your hips; your face full of pleasure, and at the very bottom, your pussy adjusting to his cock.

“I love the way you look, baby,” Seungcheol murmured in awe and moved one of his hands from your hip to your lower stomach so that he could start massaging your clit with his thumb. While doing that, he took a good look at how your entrance looked as you started moving up and down on his cock, and it all made him hiss. “God, you’re taking me well. Keep going, baby.”

You could only whimper as you did just that, and began riding him a bit harder, moaning contently at how amazing it felt and how his cock was rubbing into all the right spots. With his thumb giving your sensitive bundle of nerves some much needed, insanely pleasing attention, it didn’t take too long for you to be slamming down on him desperately, only able to think about your climax.

Seungcheol was getting close to his peak, too, and swallowed hard eventually, about to ask something before deciding that he could as well just surprise you.

And so, with his hands back on your hips, he pushed you down on himself while starting to fuck up into you relentlessly, taking you aback and making you nearly scream as you leaned down to cling onto him, moaning in bliss as he threw you over the edge with his cock hitting your spot with every single desperate thrust of his hips.

Not much later, Seungcheol came, too, prompted by the rhythmical clenching of your walls around him as well as the sated whimpers and moans you were letting out near his ear. He let out a long hiss, followed by a satisfied grunt as he released inside of you, one of his hands immediately moving up your back to hold you against him gently.

“You’re evil,” you laughed while panting, the pulsating of your pussy clouding your thoughts.

He snorted and looked at you amusedly. “You loved it and you know it.”

You couldn’t deny it, and instead leaned down to give him a long, sweet kiss while getting one of your hands to his hair, running your fingers through it.

“Is your back okay?” you asked then, and smiled cheerfully when he said that it was. “Well, that’s definitely some improvement after last time…”

Seungcheol laughed heartily and embraced you once you had gotten off his cock, allowing yourself relax on top of him while talking quietly, his hand moving up and down your back soothingly while you drew circles on his chest.

“We should do this more often,” he mumbled absentmindedly while letting his eyes fall shut, and you grinned to yourself.

"Wanna have a re-match?”

Admin Scooter

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Matched

Mason was probably the best wingman ever. 

Sick of Liam, he had grabbed him and forced him to go out to their local pub, where they played pool while Mason got his hands on Liam’s Tinder account.

Corey and Mason passed the phone back and forth while Liam watched on in amusement, the only one paying any attention to the game whatsoever. He calmly potted ball after ball while the two boys giggled like small children as they swiped right over every handsome, unattached male they could find.

“What are you saying to them?” Liam asked, peering over Mason’s shoulder.

“We’re using lame jokes,” Corey informed him with a smug grin.

“Aren’t they pretty cheesy?” Liam pointed out.

“Cheesy works,” Mason said, passing him the phone. “See?”

The Tinder app was open, showing a conversation. The other guy had started it off.

-Heya. What’s the best part about elevator jokes?

Liam looked up at Mason and Corey, who nodded at him encouragingly. He clicked on the profile, scanning through his pictures.

“He’s not bad,” Liam said, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, charmed despite himself. Mason and Corey high-fived while Liam learned all about Theo, a 25-year-old hunk who liked cars, camping and apparently, cheesy jokes. Liam fired off a reply.

-Idk they’re on the next level? Hey.

The reply was almost instantaneous.

-They work on any level haha. But do you know why I don’t trust stairs? How’s your weekend so far?

Liam frowned, biting his lip. He hadn’t heard that one before.

-I have no idea. Yeah good, and yours?

By this point, Mason and Corey were almost hanging off him, giant grins on their faces. The sheer glee in their eyes would almost be concerning if Liam didn’t know them as well as he did. 

-I swear they’re always up to something! Yeah lazy day today tbh.

Liam chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Send him one back,” Mason urged.

“Alright,” he said, smirking as he fired off the lamest joke he knew.

-Lol. What do you call a pile of kittens?

-No idea.

-A meowtain! Doing anything tonight?

Corey went over to the bar and bought another round of drinks while they waited for the reply. Mason, having the sudden realisation that they had been playing pool, leant over and slotted the eight ball with a cocky smirk.

“I win,” he said smugly.

“I literally potted every other ball,” Liam said, rolling his eyes. “That’s the only you’ve gotten in.”

“Oh well,” Mason laughed. Mason took the phone back and continued matching with more strangers, sending them all the same joke.

-How do you start a fire with two sticks?

-Make sure one’s a match!!

Liam laughed. The responses were mixed, with some lapping up the cheese and others being a bit awkward. It was the most amount of matches he had ever had. He had installed Tinder after Hayden had left but over the years he had only really used it when he was going out. Liam had matched with a few people here and there, even meeting up with some of them, but it was all quite underwhelming. This, however, was fun.

“He replied!” Corey yelled, as Theo’s name flashed on the screen. He grabbed Liam’s arm, bouncing up and down on his toes.

-Currently at home eating dinner like the cool cat I am. No plans. What are you up to?

“Oooh,” Mason said, “you should invite him out.”

“Yes, do it,” Corey said eagerly.

Liam’s heart fluttered in his chest as he typed out his reply.

-I plan on being a menace to society. Are you tempted to go out?

“Yas boy,” Mason gloated, “get some!”

-I wasn’t really, but I could be persuaded…

Liam grinned, and all three of them danced around. Butterflies whipped up a storm in Liam’s stomach as he tried to decide how to play it. 

-Well it’s not exactly pumping where we are. Where do you even go out in Beacon Hills?

Mason started clapping and Liam smirked. 

“Brilliant, make him decide where to meet,” he said.

“Our boy is so grown up,” Corey said, pretending to brush away a tear.

-Haha. Tbh I wouldn’t have a clue. I know that the Calais is usually pumping.

“That’s a nice spot,” Mason offered. “It’s right on the beach.”

“What should I say?” Liam asked, biting his lip nervously.

“Say you need some company,” Corey suggested with a cheeky grin. Liam laughed and complied.

-Lol fair enough. Maybe if I had really good company Beacon Hills would be better.

Theo replied after a few minutes. Mason and Corey had gotten bored while waiting, so they went into the pokies. Liam put a few dollars in a machine but didn’t pay all that much attention.

-Ahhh so the company you’re with isn’t any good then.

“Rude!” Corey exclaimed, reading over Liam’s shoulder.

-Haha no they’re good people but lacking the right equipment.

“Well I mean we have the right equipment,” Mason quipped. “Just not the inclination.” Corey grinned as he kissed Mason, and Liam rolled his eyes.

-Ahh I see. Need the right tools for the job.

-You know it!

-Well the long uber ride is getting a bit more tempting now.

Liam held his phone to his chest for a minute, his heart racing and a blush heating his cheeks. 

“You’re so getting laid tonight!” Mason cheered. He and Corey high-fived, congratulating themselves with big dopey grins. They bought another round of drinks, and Liam nursed his, sitting on his own while Mason and Corey returned to gambling.

-Haha good!

-Tempting a sweet innocent man isn’t very nice.

- Sweet and innocent? Surely not!

Liam went back to Theo’s profile, flicking through his photos. In the second photo the other man held a glass of beer and had a sinful smirk on his face. His hazel eyes twinkled with mischief. There was no way that someone who looked like that was sweet and innocent.

-Probably not. Only one way to find out.

He licked his lips. This was definitely going somewhere interesting.

-Is that right?

-Would someone this innocent lie?

-See idk if I buy this innocent act.

-Ahh you caught me, I’m a terrible actor!

“How’s it going?” Mason asked, wandering over to sit beside him. “Good,” Liam said, giving him a shy smile.

“That’s awesome, dude,” Mason said. “You should add him to snapchat or something.”

“Yeah, then you can ask for dick pics,” Corey smirked as he joined them. Liam laughed, but looked down at his phone with a blush, wondering what Theo looked like naked.

-Hah knew it! Do you have snapchat?

-Sure do. T_Raeken is the name.

Opening snapchat, he searched for the username and added it. He made a silly face and sent it to Theo.

-Added. -And back. So sexy!

Liam blushed. A notification popped up for snapchat and Liam opened it. Theo was lying in bed, his shirt off. Liam’s mouth went dry as he stared as he stared at his broad shoulders and tanned skin.

“Woah,” Mason said, his jaw dropping.

“He’s so hot,” Corey said. “You should definitely ask for a dick pic.” Liam laughed, shaking his head at his friend’s antics.

They snapchatted back and forth for awhile, with his attraction to the other boy growing more with every moment.

“Let’s go back and have some more drinks at the apartment,” Mason suggested. “This place is really bad for my wallet.”

“Yeah,” Corey agreed. “Then we can meet hot Theo at the Calais later.”

They finished off their drinks and walked out of the pub. Luckily, the pub was only around the corner from where Mason and Corey lived, so they were back there in moments.

Mason poured him a scotch and soda that was definitely more scotch than soda and they cuddled up on the couch. 

Theo stopped messaging while he went to go have a shower. Liam played some music from his phone while they lay around talking about some of the other guys that had been messaging him. Some of them had promise, but none intrigued him the way that Theo did. It helped that he was hot like burning as well.

-Hey, so are you going to the Calais?

-Sure am. Meet you there?

-I’m ordering the uber now.

Liam grinned and punched the air.

“Yes! He’s coming out,” he cheered. He quickly ordered an uber as well, and before too long the boys were clambering inside and chatting the whole way to the bar.

Thankfully, there wasn’t much of a line, so they got inside pretty quickly. While they waited at the bar for a drink, Liam shot Theo another picture, loosening a few buttons to show off a bit of his chest. Theo replied quickly, a grin on his face with several heart-eye emoticons.

They went out into the beer garden with their drinks, just chatting while they waited. Liam was almost dancing with nerves by the time Theo said he was in the uber and on his way. 

“Let’s go to the bathroom and then dance,” Mason suggested. Liam nodded, standing up and wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. They went with no issue, but as they walked out they were stopped by a passing security guard.

“Hey, I’m sorry but you can’t wear sneakers like that in here,” he said.

Liam frowned, looking down at his converse. They were a bit ratty maybe, but they didn’t look that bad.

“What? That’s ridiculous,” Mason argued. 

“Sorry man, it’s not my rule. We have a dress code after ten. Do you have any other shoes with you?”

“We’re at the beach,” Corey said, an incredulous look on his face.

Mason looked like he wanted to continue arguing, but Liam grabbed his arm, pulling him away.

“Don’t worry about it,” he muttered. His stomach sunk. Theo was already on his way here and they had just been kicked out.

They walked over to a nearby park bench and sat down. Mason was outraged, pacing up and down as he cursed about the security guard while Corey tried to calm him down.

-Here!

-We got kicked out.

Liam pouted in the picture he sent Theo.

-What? Where are you?

Liam sent him a photo of the park near them. Mason and Corey fell onto the bench beside him, looking a lot more cheerful as they grinned eagerly.

“Ooh is that him?” Corey whispered as a tall, hunky muscular guy walked towards them.

“I think so,” Liam whispered back.

“He’s cute,” Mason said, hitting Liam on the arm.

“Hey,” Liam said, smiling up at Theo as he came to a stop in front of him. He was even more attractive in person, giving him a friendly smile as he looked Liam up and down. Theo was wearing a dark blue button-down shirt and chinos. His hair was short on the sides and a bit longer on top, sexily mussed and almost falling into his eyes.

“Hey,” Theo said. His voice was deep, making Liam shiver. “How did you manage to get kicked out of the Calais?” He smirked at Liam. It was devastating how handsome he was.

“My stupid converse,” Liam muttered, blushing. “They said there was a dress code after 10.”

“Which is bullshit, considering it was almost 11 when they let us in,” Mason said, his outrage returning. “If they cared so much, then why let us in the first place?” Theo laughed, and Liam nearly died at how sexy it was.

“So, what’s the plan then?” Theo asked.

“We could either go back to the pub we were at earlier, or go get Liam different shoes and come back,” Mason offered.

“What do you think?” Liam asked.

“I don’t know, don’t ask me to make a decision!” Mason argued.

“Alright, rock, paper, scissors. You win, and we go back to the pub, but if I win we go get shoes and come back here,” Liam said.

“Deal,” Mason said, turning to face him. The other two boys watched in amusement as they played. The first time, they both chose paper. Liam stared at Mason as they went a second time. Liam chose paper again. Mason chose rock.

“I win,” Liam crowed. Mason groaned, burying his face in Corey’s shoulder. “I guess we’re going to get some shoes.”

“Sounds good to me,” Theo said, shrugging.

Liam ordered another uber and they walked over to the road to wait for it. Theo stood close to Liam, running one hand up and down Liam’s back. Mason and Corey chatted but Liam barely paid any attention, too caught up in the feel of Theo’s hand on his body.

The uber arrived and they piled in, Theo sliding in next to Liam. He took his hand, giving Liam a shy smile. Liam smiled back, utterly charmed.

They didn’t talk on the short drive back to Mason and Corey’s apartment, just glancing at each other and smiling while Theo rubbed a thumb over Liam’s hand.

Mason let them back inside and they went straight upstairs. Liam dug through his bag, looking to see if he’d packed any other shoes.

“I got nothing,” he grumbled, straightening up.

“Here,” Mason said, walking into the room, “these should fit you.”

He held up a pair of plain lace-up black shoes. Liam shrugged, sitting on the couch to swap his shoes over.

“Looks good to me,” Theo said, winking at him.

“On to uber number three,” Corey cheered. They took a shot for good luck before heading back outside as Liam ordered yet another uber. 

They sat on the fence on the other side of the road. Theo snuggled close, putting his arm around Liam and trailing his hand along Liam’s arm. Liam wiggled his eyebrows at Mason, pleased. So far, this was turning out to be a perfect night.

Again, in the uber, Theo couldn’t keep his hands off of Liam, and he leaned into the other boy’s touch. He lapped up the affection, warmth suffusing his chest. It seemed like Theo was the perfect guy.

Back at the Calais, the security guard looked Liam up and down and shook his head with a smile. Liam gave him a smug grin in return as they went to the bar to get another drink. 

They walked over to the balcony, and grabbed a few benches. It overlooked the beach, with a nice light breeze coming in from the sea.

Mason, Corey and Liam regaled Theo with stories about their shenanigans. Theo laughed, hazel eyes shining. He didn’t contribute much but his hands were constantly running over Liam’s body, stroking along his leg, rubbing his thumb along Liam’s hand. 

“Want another drink?” Theo asked, leaning forwards to whisper into his ear.

“Yeah sure,” Liam said. Theo smiled and walked away. Liam watched him walk away, eyes lingering on the way Theo’s shirt clung across his shoulders and arms.

“You two are so cute,” Corey squealed.

“He can’t keep his hands off you,” Mason said.

“I know. I really like him,” Liam gushed.

“After this drink, we’re gonna make ourselves scarce,” Mason said with a smirk. Theo returned with their drinks and his hand lingered on Liam’s as he passed it to him. 

“You want to go for a walk in a bit?” Theo asked quietly. Liam met his eyes, his stomach fluttering at the intense heat in Theo’s eyes.

“Sounds great,” Liam said, giving Theo a shy smile.

After another few minutes, Mason and Corey set down their drinks with a smile.

“We’re gonna go dance,” Mason said, winking at Liam and Theo. “Enjoy, kids!”

“Have fun,” Liam said. They watched them go and then turned to look at each other.

“You done with your drink?” Theo asked, his eyes resting on Liam’s lips.

Liam nodded. Theo drained his drink and lead Liam outside, his hand interlaced with Liam’s.

It was a warm night and there was no one to be seen. They slipped off their shoes and walked a few hundred metres down the beach. Theo tugged at Liam to a halt and slid a hand to cup his cheek and pull him close.

Liam sighed into Theo’s mouth, enjoying the slide of Theo’s lips against his own. He grabbed onto Theo’s arms, steadying himself against his body as Theo explored his mouth.

“I’m glad I came out tonight,” Theo said, smiling down at him.

“Me too,” Liam beamed. He pulled Theo back by the collar, pressing kisses to his mouth until they reached the dunes. Theo lowered him to the ground, lying beside him and returning to kiss him. It was passionate, and Liam groaned as Theo kissed his way down Liam’s neck.

“You’re so hot,” Theo moaned, a hand sliding under Liam’s shirt to stroke along his chest.

Liam slid his hands into Theo’s hair, enjoying the soft feel of it in his hands. They kissed for what felt like hours, hands roaming and moans slipping from their mouths. Liam felt bold, felt himself coming alive under Theo’s hands. He pulled away, panting lightly.

“We should go skinny dipping,” Liam suggested, smirking up at him.

“What?” Theo laughed.

“Come on,” Liam said, “you game?”

“Fuck it, why not?” Theo grinned.

They stood up, brushing off sand and walking further down the beach, away from the bright lights of the bar. When they couldn’t hear the music anymore, they started to strip.

Liam watched Theo out of the corner of his eyes, mouth watering as he revealed expanses of golden skin. Breathless, he dropped his pants and underwear and ran towards the water.

The water was slightly cool but felt nice against his heated skin. They strode into the water until it reached past their waists. 

Theo pulled Liam close, his hands dripping water as he clasped Liam’s face. Their bodies pressed together, and Liam shivered as their cocks brushed against each other. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, his head thrown back as Theo kissed down his neck and chest, his hands brushing down Liam’s body. He grasped his cock, sliding up and down with a slow, teasing pace.

Liam gripped Theo’s shoulders, holding on as Theo mouthed at his chest and stroked him.

“Theo,” he moaned, his legs shaking. He pulled Theo back up and kissed him fiercely, passion in every slide of tongue and nip of teeth.

Waves lapped at Liam’s chest, and he shivered violently.

“You getting cold?” Theo asked, pulling away.

“A little,” Liam admitted.

“Let’s head back,” Theo whispered.

They held hands as they walked back towards the shore. They grabbed their clothes, pulling their underwear back on and making their way back towards the dunes. They fell into the sand, mouths desperate as they touched one another, hands gripping, almost bruising as they clung to each other.

Liam gasped as Theo pulled down his underwear, stroking his cock with firm, sure strokes. He panted and moaned, hands gripping into the sand on either side of him as Theo kissed at his neck, doing everything he could to drive him crazy.

“Fuck, Theo,” he whimpered. Theo grinned down at him as he worked him over, sweat beading on his skin as he increased his pace.

“Come for me baby,” he whispered, leaning forward to bite at Liam’s chest, teeth scraping against Liam’s nipple.

Liam groaned, his hips bucking as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Theo brought his hand to his mouth, tasting Liam’s come and then leaned down to kiss him messily. Liam growled as he pushed Theo back, pinning him down as he shoved Theo’s underwear down and took his cock in his hand.

“Liam,” Theo whispered, biting his lip. “Oh, fuck.”

He bent down and took Theo in his mouth, bobbing up and down, tongue wrapping around the shaft. Theo fisted his hands in Liam’s hair, holding on for dear life as Liam worked his way down Theo’s cock, until his nose was in his pubes. He groaned, his cock twitching.

Theo’s hands helped push and pull him on and off his cock, and Liam moaned wantonly as Theo fucked his mouth. 

“Yes, baby,” Theo groaned. “Oh god, I’m so close.”

Liam’s mouth was making obscene noises as he sucked and slurped at Theo’s cock, jaw aching as he increased his pace, driving Theo wild. He looked up at Theo through his eyelashes, and Theo met his gaze, eyes dark with lust. Liam hollowed out his cheeks and slowly pulled his way off Theo’s cock.

“Christ,” Theo muttered, his mouth gaping open, red flushing down his chest. Liam swallowed down his cock and did it again. Theo’s eyes fluttered closed as he tried to hold back but as Liam began to move faster once more, Theo’s hips began to thrust up into Liam’s eager mouth.

He was hard as a rock, reaching down one hand to fist at his cock as he bobbed up and down Theo’s length.

“I’m gonna come,” Theo warned, hands tightening almost painfully in Liam’s hair. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

Liam allowed Theo to fuck his mouth, giving up all control as he pulled at his own cock with both hands, until he came with a loud groan that vibrating along Theo’s cock. Theo’s thrusts grew more erratic with every moment, until the other boy groaned loudly, spilling himself down Liam’s throat.

He pulled away, falling down next to Theo, head resting against Theo’s chest as they both tried to catch their breath.

“Well, I definitely feel like I succeeded in being a menace to society,” Liam chuckled.

“We sure did,” Theo said, smirking.

They dressed slowly, still pressing kisses to skin, eyes dark as they glanced at each other, smiling softly.

Liam opened his phone, shocked to see how late it was.

“It’s almost four in the morning!” He exclaimed. He had multiple messages from Mason, who had been trying to check up on him. The last one he had received informed him that Mason and Corey had gone home several hours ago and would let him in when he got home. “Oops,” he said, feeling a little guilty as he shot a text back to let him know he was ok.

“I didn’t even notice the time,” Theo admitted. Liam beamed at him, grabbing Theo by the shirt that he had yet to button back up and kissing him deeply.

“Me either,” he whispered against Theo’s lips.

After a few more minutes of kissing, they broke apart, chests heaving.

“I would actually murder someone for some water right now,” Theo said, running a hand through his hair.

“Fucking same,” Liam agreed.

Hand in hand, they walked back up along the beach until they reached the park next to the Calais. Thankfully, they found a water tap within moments and took turns rinsing out their mouths and gulping down the life-giving liquid.

“Better?” Theo asked, swiping at a drip of water on Liam’s mouth.

“Definitely,” Liam nodded.

They kissed by the road as they waited for their ubers to arrive. Liam’s lips were tender but he still relished the feel of Theo’s mouth and tongue against his own. Sadly, both ubers arrived at the same time, and they had to say good night.

“See you next time,” Theo said quietly, hand brushing against Liam’s cheek.

“Night,” Liam said, giving him one last, sweet kiss.

The ride back to Mason’s apartment made Liam’s chest ache. He had fallen hard for the other boy, already addicted to the way Theo touched him. He snapchatted him the whole way back, both vowing to stay in contact and meet up again soon.

Mason grinned from ear to ear as he opened his front door. “And what time do you call this?” He jeered.

“Oops,” Liam said, grinning back, shrugging his shoulders as he brushed past Mason and into the house.

“Tell me everything,” Mason hissed, following him up the stairs. Liam regaled him with the whole story, enjoying the way Mason’s eyes bugged out of his head when he told him he had gone skinny sipping.

“Oh my god,” Mason breathed. “You’re such a filthy slut. I love it!”

Liam laughed, leaving the room to go and put on some pyjama’s. He was dismayed to see how much sand he was covered in.

“Did you bring the whole beach in with you?” Mason asked, bemused, walking in as Liam pulled his sweats up and tied them.

“Seems that way,” Liam said. “I might have to go have a shower. I feel icky.” 

Running his hand through his hair, his hand came up almost covered with it. He flicked it at Mason, who backed away, laughing.

“Don’t you flick your sex sand at me,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

“It’s fucking everywhere,” Liam scowled. His skin felt sensitive from where it had been rubbed raw from the grit.

He sent off a snapchat to Theo, whinging about the amount of sand he was covered in.

Theo sent one back, clearly laughing at him. Liam pouted as he went to have a shower, washing off as much of the sand as he could.

By the time he lay down in bed, it was five in the morning. As he drifted off to sleep, he smiled, hoping that he would see the other boy again soon.