#Keeper of Day and Night

[faylighting]

thinking about how my Leon Dalton romancing Keeper was roommates with him. thinking about how i headcanon they pushed their beds together and cuddled and slept like that for OVER A YEAR. thinking about how after the dream sequence arc Leon comes back one day and sees the beds pushed back to their original sides, with my keeper sitting on his reading a book like nothings happening. IM SO NORMAL ABOUT IT WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT-

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 4: Deranged Bedfellows

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.5)

[purplesoup-lad-le]

sometimes i wonder if one of those couple name generators would do better than what we've come up with.

I don't have to wonde anymore

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Going buckwild at the way Hilda The Series portrays adulthood and loneliness. Kaisa has no one to go to to ask for help getting the due book back, even though all it would take was someone she could minimally ask to knock on an elderly lady’s door and ask for a favour; she’s in the library after hours, is shown to have no allies aside from the woman who raised her and who she lost contact with. Johanna is only ever seen working or caring for Hilda, and her lack of a life aside from those two activities is pointed out by her own daughter when she thinks that this is going so far as to affect their relationship. The bell keeper lives alone in a small cabin on the edge of town, barely within city limits and away from everyone, a house barely even inhabitable and clearly only a place to sleep and eat. He works a solitary job and he’s the only one in the town still working it, meaning he’s probably overworked and forced to pull inhumanly long shifts. Victoria hyperfocused so hard on her projects that whatever friends she had before - and she must have had some from college time at least - lost contact with her, and she never made any other connections in Trolberg, anything that would tie her to the city and it’s inhabitants and make it so it wasn’t worth it to live by herself at the top of a hill. Even when that was over, she still chose to isolate herself somewhere abandoned and keep what was essentially another machine she’d built as her source of company, something she could understand and control instead of an unpredictable human being. Gerda works a job she likes but is shown to be disregarded by the person she works the most around, her abilities and intellect thrown aside for the good of someone she has to bear because of a hierarchy she was forced to accept in order to keep working. She’s appreciated by the town, but other than the main characters, we don’t see anyone paying her any mind when they don’t need something from her.

Meanwhile no kid has ever been alone in Trolberg. The mean kids are a group, the good kids are a group, even the gloomy teenage girls are a group. One of nightmare inducing entities, but a group nonetheless. All children in that world seem to operate on a ‘no man left behind’ code, looking out for each other even if they aren’t exactly fans of one another, helping even grown ups without asking why and working together. And this logic seems to extend to the adults who work around children too; especially the Raven Leader, who we see that through the children works as a vital part of the community and a way through which it comes together.

This isn’t very articulate but do you see the point? Do you see how clever that is? That a show about growing up has these themes? You can be magical, kind, strong, intelligent, competent, but none of that will make you truly happy if you don’t keep the most important thing from childhood? If you don’t keep your friendships, your bonds, something to tie you down to your reality and your community? The adults in the show all made their choices, and it’s okay to want to be alone, we all need it and some more than others (this is coming from someone who needs it a lot), but isolating yourself completely is the one thing that will make growing pains truly painful. I’m just so emotional over it. It’s so subtle and so clever considering the whole Mountain King plot that Hilda is willing to change species because she feels detached from her main relationships and surroundings. I love this show so much.

[gingermintpepper]

On that trojan war au thing you're writing. 1. What are the tags for it, cause I'm super interested! And would love to read what you have so far! 2. "And Odysseus is a much grimmer darker man due to his home being one of the places that were first swallowed up by Erebus" - I wanna know more about this. Please tell me more.

Oh , wow, I'm so flattered! I'm very happy it sounds appealing to you <33 This work is a huge passion project of mine so I'm always glad to talk more and more about it, especially since there are many aspects occurring in the background (such as the alternate fates of the main players of the Trojan Conflict) which I cannot properly cover or even explain within the events of the novel itself.

That said: 1) If you mean tags as in ao3 - unfortunately, this work isn't on ao3 my friend :( As I said above, these are elements and concepts in the greek mythology based-fantasy novel I'm currently writing (the concept of which I outlined here in the introductory post of my novel concept!) As for wanting to read whatever writing I currently have available: I currently have three fics available on ao3 that are written in my Pursuing Daybreak verse!

The Prince and Princess series deal with a young Apollo and Artemis and the many consequences they face after Apollo has slain Python. The two works uploaded right now are Exeunt Phoebus Apollo which covers the murder trial of Python and Manent Apanchomene Artemis which covers the intense feelings of helplessness and alienation Artemis experiences after Apollo returns from his banishment and is completely changed. Both of these have themes of family, grief and relationship exploration at their heart.

The third bit of writing I have up is quite outdated but does cover the immediate aftermath of Hyacinthus' death. It's called A Petal Falleth and features Apollo making one of those Big Silly Decisions that have completely unintended but extremely important consequences: namely, instead of the larkspurs being made of Hyacinthus' spilt blood, Apollo anchors the boy's soul to the flowers so Thanatos wouldn't take him. Like the Dawn is also set in this world but because it is nsfw in nature, I wouldn't recommend it as easily as the other three bits of writing. If you don't mind the whole naked men thing though, I'd definitely suggest reading Like the Dawn for a better idea of what my current writing is like (along with eventually getting to see characters like Hector, Andromache and Cassandra/Helenus) Like the Dawn's themes are also different to the other three works with it focusing more on the power dynamics of a god/mortal relationship, exploring masculinity and masculine sexuality and self discovery.

The running theme here, of course, is that all of these bits of writing are centered on Apollo/Artemis or Hyacinth because my novel itself is centered around them. There are, of course, other important characters and figures like Eros, Psyche, Penthesilea and Iaso (one of Asclepius' daughters) but while there is the definite presence of characters from the Trojan War they most certainly aren't at the center of the novel (and the ones that are aren't the Greeks but rather the Trojans i.e Hector, Alexander, Andromache, Cassandra, Helenus, Aeneas, so on and so forth.)

2) The basis of the apocalypse in my work is cosmological! Due to Apollo's err-- untimely departure, there's no longer anyone maintaining the axis of the heavens or the navel of the earth. Because of this, Erebus - whose darkness is usually kept firmly in the spaces between the realms - begins to spill out into both the heavens and the earth. The beasts of Erebus (referring primarily to the Seven Curses - Old Age, Misery, Deceit, Violence etc etc) consume, torment and destroy whatever is inside of Erebus' darkness and Ithaca, as one of the islands on the far edge of the world, was one of the very first places that were devoured in this manner. Odysseus was visiting the Argives at the time for a festival and had left the pregnant Penelope at home since he didn't want her to suffer through the voyage in discomfort. He only finds out about the destruction of Ithaca after it had already been consumed when Athena personally interrupts a feast to warn both him and Diomedes. Needless to say, Odysseus, like everyone else, assumes that everyone on Ithaca has died and thusly is a very, very different man in terms of humour and comport. A part of him still stubbornly clings to the belief that Penelope managed to escape - that she was smart and resourceful enough to see the end approaching and do her best to escape - but that doesn't stop him from being dour for the majority of the time. Diomedes does his best to keep his spirits up in the meantime. Without him around, Odysseus is something of a black hole when it comes to the oppressiveness of his discontent though he does manage to lighten up when in the company of Helen, Clytemnestra and even Menelaus on occasion.

[wildfairies]

spent my morning making my keeper of the sun and moon mcs in this doll maker 💕

[sunshineandviolets]

Kol 🥺🥺🥺

[hopeless-venus]

Bianuca for @synonymroll648 !!

(My attempt at)Younger Biana dragging Maruca away from foxfire and probably into mischief! I love drawing Maruca you guys have no idea

[marymekpop]

I’d crawl into my bed after a hectic day and it’d always feel like something very important was missing. I also had trouble sleeping. But then I found you. The missing piece.

[geekynerfherder]

'The Keeper Of Night' by Antonello Venditti.

Cover art for the Italian edition of the novel 'The Keeper Of Night', book 1 of 'The Keeper Of Night' duology written by Kylie Lee Baker.

[grapecaseschoices]

[Edit taken from here, Cressida is from @keeperofthesunandmoon, quote by Clarice Lispector, ID by @quaxorascal]

[ID: a graphic depicting the relationship between Cressida Monroe, a character from the Keeper IF series, and Emile Ryan, OP's Keeper character. The graphic compares the two, with their name, an icon representing them, six triange-shaped images along the center of the graphic, and four traits being listed for each: Protectiveness, Possessiveness, Physical Affection, and Verbal Affection. Each of these traits has one to five dots following it, with 1 dot being the lowest level of that trait and 5 dots being the highest. Emile's accents and images largely feature shades of peachy pink and Cressida's largely feature shades of dusky pink; a light pink line separates the images in the center, putting three on each side of the line.

Emile's icon is a bloody hand in a fist, gripping a heart. Their images depict a cluster of peach-coloured roses, the words "I will storm the gods" set against a purple-and-peach sky, and a cluster of pearls resting inside a seashell. Their traits are: Protectiveness 4/5, Possessiveness 5/5, Physical Affection 3/5, Verbal Affection 4/5.

Cressida's icon is a wing of white feathers, with some feathers having gold tips. Her images depict a teacup with a rose gold handle and white flowers floating in the pink tea, a picnic basket on the grass with a dark bottle with a pink label inside, and a drawing of two hands with manicured nails holding each other by the pinky. Her traits are: Protectiveness 5/5, Possessiveness 5/5, Physical Affection 2/5, Verbal Affection 3/5.

In the upper right and lower left corners of the graphic is one half of a quote. Together, the quote reads: "Have you suffered much for love? / I am prepared to suffer even more." /end ID]

[isekyaaa]

The difference between insomnia as a symptom and having a "decreased need for sleep" is that, while both results in you spending an ungodly amount of hours awake and not able to sleep, insomnia will result in a exhausted sleepy person while someone with a "decreased need for sleep" will not be sleepy or exhausted.

[serhawkes]

MC Keeper

Name: William 'Hawkes' Hunt Age: 24 (Sun and Moon) - 26 (Life and Death) Height: 5' 10" Weight: 200lbs Skin: Caucasian Hair: Auburn, bit of an undercut. Full beard, neatly trimmed Additions: Dragon tattoo sleeves on both arms, Phoenix tattoo on upper back.

Occupation prior: Musician/lead singer (Band Name: Teenage Outlaw) Occupation currently: Keeper/Hunter-Magician Hidden Talent: Impersonation (Can sing any song in perfect tone, male/female, great for karoke wins-much to Thalia's anger at loosing)

Relationship Stats: It's Complicated Thalia, Astrid, Cressida, Davina (oddly...), Gisela (sorta...), Katia, Rachel (OC), Reyna (lotta hate sex...), Seraphina, Marcela.

Stats (Fallout Style) Strength: 7 (Knows how to throw a punch thanks to Thals.) Perception: 9 (Good with guns/picks up on the subtle things on people/surroundings.) Endurance: 9 (Has to have solid stamina to keep up with the waifus... wait...) Charisma: 10 (Suave son of a bitch he be.) Intelligence: 8 (Smart enough to pass most of the classes, and to keep up with most of the things Sera says.) Agility: 7 (Good enough to dodge a punch no and then.) Luck: 7 (Sometimes lucky, sometimes not.)

Story So Far (With changes, of course.) -Four years prior, Hawkes and his band were in a shooting during one of their preformances, leaving two of their band members dead, and the other, Rachel, in a coma. He too was shot (shoulder and rib cage) and spent the next four years in therapy and rehab, trying to get his life back in order and such. Deciding to take a road trip from Oregon to the east coast sounded like a solid, clearing of the head, idea.

That's until Astrid and her Gorgon bestie showed up. (Or rather, Sus Lord Patil.)

-Meets Cressy and Cyrus with Astrid in tow while taking a moment to collect himself. Calls both of them out for being egotisical brats with issues for being rich and such, calls Cyrus small dick, much to everyones surprise, and Cressy approval. The nickname sticks.

-Has the simulation done with both Astrid and Yakov, who finds out Hawkes is human, yet keeps mum about it.

-After shopping with Astrid, they go back to the crash site to pick up an item, a guitar that is treasured by him. Astrid eventually finds out he is the Hawkes from the band Teenage Outlaw, after much gushing, keeps quiet about it having known what happened.

-Get the suite to himself over Yakov.

-More or less gets dragged into doing a karoke night with the suite and friends, thanks to Thalia's urgings. Despite being pressured into singing by Thals, and told that he didn't have to by Astrid, he ends up playing Seventeen Going Under with his guitar in tow. Afterwards, much to people shock and amazement, he left to get some fresh air, in which Astrid let them all know who he was really and what had happened. Feeling like shit, Thals goes off to find him, finding outside the place, smoking a cigarette. He opens about what happened, his relationship with Rachel (inseperable besties, did have a thing for her even though she was more into the ladies), what he did up until now. Both admit they are interested in each other but not truly ready to commit fully, given they both have issues with personal things, but do agree to a openly casual relationship. After getting a bite to eat, they end up in his suite, where the share the bed together. In the morning, Thals goes about going for a morning wake up call, BJ style, only for Astrid to peek in and catch sight of it. -Que awkward morning/beginning of the harem afterward-

-Three weeks before Halloween, and after starting to teach Astrid and Leon how to PROPERLY cook food without burning/setting things on fire/starting a nuclear war in the kitchen, Hawkes is busy cooking dinner when Cressy walks in asking for a favor. The favor? Preform a concert to benifet the local hospital. At first, Hawkes refuses straight up, but eventually agrees on the grounds that 1: He does need the some money. And 2: It could be a good means of therapy, much as Cressy does mention.

Which comes to the slight issue of an actual band. The Band? Yakov, on drums (Heavy Metal Enthusist!). Thalia on Bass and vocals (Always wanted to be in a band!). And Gisela on guitar/violin and vocals (How she got talked into it is a mystery, likely bribery.)

However, when Hawkes asked what she was going to do in terms of ticket sales, vendors, and overhead, to not so much of a surprised, Cressy, in all her experiences with parties, had no clue. So Hawkes had to guide her about the operations of organizing a concert, getting local business's and vendors involved, while at the same time getting insync with his newish band of sorts.

The concert? Crushed it. Attendence? Sold out.

Song List: Run Away To Mars (Opener/tribute to his friend Rachel and former bandmates.) Are You Ready For Me Black Flies Piano Fire Spanish Sahara Heavy Gets Light (Duet with Thalia, much to Astrid and co. in the stands mentioning the Chemistry they have) Stay Familiar (Gisela lead singing) Black Bull When Am I Going To Lose You Seventeen Going Under Sustain/Decay Friday Night Fire Fight (Closer/went shirtless, much to Gisela's disapproval and Thalias approval)

After the concert, needing a moment to breath, Hawke's stepped outside to catch some fresh air. Thals proceeded to join him and attempted to congradulate him with a suggestive reward, which he was about to accept, when he got the phone call. His long time bestie/crush had woken up from her coma.

-Hawkes, along with Thals, go to Oregon to see Rachel. The trip isn't what Hawkes expected. Thals simply being their for morale support, oddly. They reunited, have a heartfelt moment, in which he says his current life is complicated but does plan to talk about (once he has permission to do so, expedited thanks to Sera/hints about the world he is in.)

-By winter break, Hawkes has delved into the Hunter job, working with Sera to find out about the Project, started talking about the realm of magic he is in with Rachel (who makes plans on joining him at the start of the new year there in college), and of course enjoys the lovely road trip with Thals.

-Rachel joins the suite family, bunking with Astrid. Finds outs Hawkes has a bit of a harem thing going on with most of the girls and wants in on it. Admits to maybe be interested in him as well and is willing to see how things go.

-Everything plays out normally in the end: Reyna gets captured, finds out he is a Castellan (much to Astrid's ire at first).

--Day and Night

-Instead of getting attacked on a road trip, Hawkes is in Oregon, on a mission to find a missing supernatural girl along the coast when he catches Tommie spying on him, mostly under the orders of Thals to keep watch on him and help him. Does get attacked by Werewolves though, but does end up finding the missing girl who is under the care of a witch, Morrigan, who apparently knows he's a keeper and offers to help him, semi-free of charge.

-Trip back to NMC is a road trip with Tommie, who is curious about her sisters boyfriend. Needless to say, the interest is there, but nothing happens between them. Well... something does happen: After getting back to NMC, both of them crash in his suite, with Tommie curled up onto of him. Which, of course, Thals walks in and finds her sister topless, laying onto of her future hubby, equally topless. Lets just say Thals rage quitted hard that day, but eventually found out that nothing happened.

-Makes a trip to the Castellan Family Estate, to sign papers and deal with inheritance issues. Ends up with more money to speak of, a dairy of his mothers, and a few other things. Has a bit of an arguement with Granny questioning her involvement with his mother and other things. Left of semi good terms.

-During Thanksgiving, Hawkes has Thalia, Astrid, and Katia over for the family thanksgiving. Finds out his father is dating Petrova, and brings Yakov and Gisela to the dinner. Awkwardness ensues.

-Ends up saving Reyna and her brother, at the cost of some broken ribs and dislocated shoulder. Reyna ends up under house arrest, or rather, suite arrest, staying with the suite gang given her defection and willing cooperation. Ends up bunking with Hawkes, much to Astrid/Sera's disliking. Over the next couple months, they end up having a moment with just Hawkes and Reyna chilling on the couch, having a passionate making out with clothes starting to come off when Astrid, Altair, Sera, Yakov, Gisela, and Thals walk in. You can guess how that goes...

-Having a bit of a mental crisis over his feelings and thoughts about his mother, Hawkes visits Davina during her time of rehabbing/watchings. Ends up bonding with her, despite her empathy powers. Gets more questions and doubts than answers though. Ends with them sharing the night, mostly to show Davina what it really means to feel love.

-Manages to capture Julian, and Dominic, who has sows of doubt expressed into him. And everything fallsout as expected. Having learned about Patils involvement (through Davina after another night of fun) and Celosia (went to the dinner and truth bombed), the politics of NMC are on fire.

[illithilit]

Bhaal became the god of murder, as we know, and Yzare is the metaphorical rib from beneath his breast. But she isn't contented with just being his greatest creation, his plaything to be used when and how he pleases; she wants her own power, her own glory. She wants to swallow him whole, consume his essence, erase him from the minds of anyone who ever knew him. He is murder. But she is death, more pure than he was. She is the fear when you hear the howling of wolves alone in the forest at night. The panic you feel when you realize the food you just ate was poisoned. The inevitable creeping of the cold shadow behind you that neither cares for you, nor heads your pleas.

Kelemvor is the inevitable peace and calm of death, but Yzare is the inevitable hunt death takes up upon your heel. She will never surpass him without his destruction, but oddly.... She feels a sort of cosmic peace about that knowledge; he is the one death who she will allow herself to be lesser than.

[arandomapocalypsedweller]

My head be hurting. I do indeed have the headache. Yet here I am still looking at my screen because I had a massive nostalgia blast for that one old shopkeeper game I played years and years ago, and am trying to fuse idea concepts together into something cohesive so that I may hopefully code a functioning game in something other than rpg maker for once.

[silknspice]

hockey!vi and basketball!caitlyn decide it's time to stop fighting over you. they'll just have to share!

headcanons, arguing, smut/slutty material (18+ mdni), dom!cait & vi, gp!vi, cheerleader!reader (hardly mentioned), vi & cait r horny and reader's hard-to-get-but-also-horny. wc. 2k

vi's a big, bulky, 'gentleman' of a player. girls come and go from her poster-covered dorm room, and it's fine, because she has bigger things to worry about, until she meets you. the post-game crowd is a chaotic swarm of students, and still, she spots you with ease. you're with a friend that she somewhat recognizes, but the athlete swears on her life she's never seen you. she would've remembered a pretty ass face like that. the two of you are making conversation with one of her teammates, and almost immediately the pinkette's jogging up to the cluster of you and slinging an arm over the other player.

she's decorated with a big fat grin like always, cooing a sexy "hey there," that has her teammate rolling her eyes into the back of her head, but not the way vi intended. you're introduced, a sweet smile gracing your lips that vi wants buried between the flesh of her thighs, lips that she wants gasping for life as she ravishes you, lips that she swears just made her cock twitch.

"you gonna be looking for me at the after party?" she cocks her head in fake innocence. what an asshole. "maybe if you score some more next time," you dismiss her with a tucked away grin, politely biding her teammate and spinning off out of the dumbfounded butch's sight. her teammate sharply inhales, patting the girl who looks like she's just seen a ghost. "tough luck, vi," the athlete starts, "wouldn't have worked anyway, i heard she's messing with kiramman."

caitlyn won the race to your attention. it's one of the many things she adores holding over vi's head when they have their daily bicker-fests over anything and everything related to you. she’d always believed in finders keepers.

the bustling, alcohol scented, dim atmosphere encasing her is completely forgotten as her gaze lands on you, a red solo cup in hand as you make conversation with who she assumes to be your teammates. she squares her shoulders, standing a little taller as her fellow athletes notice the look she's giving you. a predator ready to pounce. little whistles of encouragement fall from their lips as she strides on her mission to you.

the navy haired beauty knows she's hot, knows damn well anyone would slide their way under her as soon as the words of approval coat her tongue, and knows that you'll be one of her most– no, the most rewarding catch she's had. except, her trap seemed to falter.

"you were great today," she flashes a soft smile, attempting to make sure the way she checks you out is subtle, less cocky and more in awe. "watched when i could, i see why they put you in front." "oh yeah?" you hum out, sipping from your cup. it's basic, not giving much for caitlyn to work with, but the glint in your eyes is giving the athlete all too much hope. "yeah," she sounds a little breathless. her eyelids drop and soften to mimick the arousal she's feeling from just eyeing your fuckable face. "must be real flexible to do all that. think you could show me some more?" her prim and enchanting accent is completely contradicting the nasty insinuations falling from her mouth. that has you gently shaking your head and scoffing– albeit, with a smile, caitlyn notes. "you're funny, cait." and that's all you leave her with. that, and the image of you gently swaying your hips while walking off. the image that she'll be replaying in her head as she tends to her needs later that night. it makes sense to her a few days later during practice. when she and her teammates are lazily walking off of the court, one of them explains your oh so suspicious behavior. "heard she's interested in vi. sorry hotshot, looks like you've met your match."

from then on, the two are completely at each other's throats. it starts off small when they bump into each other at the campus coffee shop. they're patiently waiting for their drinks. caitlyn's arms are crossed as always with her hair in a messy pony, and vi's hands keep refuge in her pockets while her shoulders slightly slouch in a relaxed manner. they're completely ignoring the other's presence, until vi physically has to speak up.

"so... ___" she says your name like a child praying to their goddess. caitlyn hums in response. "i hate to be the one to tell you, but she's completely out of your league." "well i don't know what she'd see in a narcissistic mongoose like you," vi quips. cait scoffs. "and i'm not sure why she'd ever give someone as run through as you the time of day... wait, mongoose?"

soon, it's not one that's pursuing you at a time, it's both. at parties, after games, walking to class, even in the library, the two girls are drawn to you like moths to light. and sure, they're still very interested in fucking you senseless if you let them. and sure, they don't know you all too well yet, but something about you is so captivating. whether you'll give them the time of day or not, they crave being in your presence. (the rivalry is making things a little more fun than expected, too.)

you're interested, extremely interested. but these girls are used to getting everything they want in the blink of an eye. you know your worth, so if they want to take you, and not just your ability to walk, they're going to have to work for it. in record time, the university of piltover's finest were wrapped around your dainty finger. so, slowly, you let them into your life.

at first, it's smaller things. in the morning, caitlyn worms her way into the plush seat next to you at your library table. she sets down your coffee order to a T, saying she "had some extra time" (which isn't a lie, she woke up an hour earlier than she already does to make sure her timing was perfect), and she "didn't know what you'd like", so she 'guessed' (that part was a lie, because she fell asleep thirty minutes later than usual stalking your instagram highlights and zooming into the label of your most recent drink). in conclusion, the star player was losing sleep over you, and she didn't know how to feel about that.

then, like switching shifts, vi swoops into the library and whisks you away, but not before making a remark that has the navy-haired girl's brows furrowing.

"i'll take it from here, cupcake. angel and i have a date." the pinkette lifts your backpack from the ground and slings it over her shoulder before you can utter a word. "you're walking me to class, violet. 'ts not a date..." you dismiss the claim, looking caitlyn in the eyes as you bring the coffee to your lips and take a swig. "..yet," you induce some hope and fear into the respective girls. as you coo your mind-twirling sing-song "bye cait," and walk away, vi can't help but snake a hand around your waist before throwing a terribly taunting wink to the bluenette over her shoulder.

eventually, after more interrupted touches and argument after argument, the girls attempt to seduce you on their own turf. after a particularly hard but victorious game, cait jogs up to you. the flyaways of her ponytail are the sexiest amount of messy and the sweat dripping down the side of her neck and rounding towards her adams apple has you gulping. but of course, you hide it. you admit, she's impressed you, and the seemingly suave girl fights the beaming smile she feels sneaking its way onto her face. instead, she thanks you for cheering for her and gently grazes her hand over the hem of your blue and white skirt.

"is this my reward for playing so well?" she grins. "this is my uniform, hotshot."

after vi's hockey game that she insisted you come to, she sneaks up on you after exiting the locker room, capturing your frame from behind with sculpted arms. the two of you stiffle a few laughs before she turns you around, pulling your torso closer to hers.

"how'd I do?" she asks, the neediness of approval hidden somewhere in her tone.

"i guess you were good," you joke, making vi gently pinch at your side. "yeah?" she teases, "how good?" "not good enough, at least I score." caitlyn buts in from 'out of nowhere!' (vi claims), momentarily stunning whatever tension you and the pinkette were building. "i scored three times," the powder-blue eyed girl slightly pouts, sending you into a fit of laughter.

it's vi who steals a kiss from you first. you finally give in after realizing maybe she wants something a little more than sex. it's hungry, slight teeth, lots of tongue, and sloppy hums of pleasure. wandering hands travel to the back of your head, through your hair, down to the curve of your waist, everywhere she can claim you.

caitlyn, when she finds out a day later, is pissed. so when she finally gets her hands on you, she's rougher than she planned on being when she ran this scenario through her head hundreds of times before. she's pushing you against a wall, knee slotted between your legs, and a lanky hand trails up to grip your chin. it's rough, hypnotizing, and you have to stop her before she makes an absolute mess of you.

it's no surprise when the girls text you to meet up a few days later. what is a surprise is the fact that they're together. they send you a selfie from vi's phone in your shared group chat. vi looks delicious in her stupid backwards baseball cap and caitlyn's glasses only enhance that scarily sexy cold look she owns. the picture's lazy, a lower angle of the two looking at the camera with soft grins, but it has your heartbeat racing, and something else pulsing their names.

ice queen: angel come 2 cait's ice queen: we miss you <3 angel: and if I don't? hotshot: you'll regret it. angel: is that a threat? hotshot: jesus, get over here.

caitlyn and vi take turns using you for the rest of the night. they wait for you to make the first move, of course, they have manners. once you're all hot and bothered you hear the clank of their belts coming undone and flashes of clothes being stripped off fill your vision.

cait only spends so long teasing your swollen clit before she's two fingers and three knuckles deep inside of you, teasing your clouded brain about adding a third. the wet sounds your body's making are getting vi the hardest she's been in her life, and she swears she could cum just from the way your glossy eyes look up at her while cait ravishes you. "look at that- i'll be the one to make her cum first." cait taunts, and as soon as you've reached your high the pinkette's stripping you away from her and flipping you onto your stomach.

vi's gentler than caitlyn at first, but her passion and desires enchant her mind and soon she's stuffing your needy hole with her length, face down ass up, while pushing your head into the pillow that captures your lovely noises.

it's not long before caitlyn's sitting in front of you with her legs spread wide, guiding your tongue right where it belongs.

you all sleep in the same bed that night. you in the middle, of course, and your girls clinging to you lovingly. the three of you talk about everything and nothing at the same time, and the silly conversations lull you into a deep sleep.

some day soon, you'll have to talk about whatever this is. for right now, vi and caitlyn relish in the fact that they have you. brain, heart, body and all.

sharing isn't all that bad.

silknspice