#That was years and years ago of course so I'm thrilled to have a proper and full recording of this!

[slaymitchabernathy]

A Christmas Miracle

| this drabble contains sexual content ;) |

My dearest Soarynn, I'm writing to you with the grandest news I could ever bestow upon you. All Capitol troops will be returning home for Christmas. We'll be permitted to stay for one week before returning to our base camp. I know you'll want as much time as possible to plan for my arrival, although I am confident in your abilities to arrange for proper accommodations to be made. We will arrive on Sunday and there is to be a dinner on Monday night to commemorate our fallen comrades. I do hope you're well darling, not a single day goes by without me thinking of you. I cherish the photographs and letters you send me with all my heart, and cannot wait to have you back in my arms again. I do not know when our train will be arriving, so please, check the train schedules frequently. You are a constant light in the darkness of the Districts my love and I am anxiously waiting for the day when we can be together without worry or fear. I will see you on Sunday, please take care of yourself, my darling girl. Love, Coriolanus

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Soarynn nervously eyes her reflection in the mirror.

Does she look okay? Is her hair too shiny? Will he think she looks pretty?

"You look beautiful Miss Soarynn," her maid gushes, setting the hairbrush down on the counter, "Mr. Snow will be head over heels when he sees you at the train station."

Soarynn blushes, she's always been complimented on her beauty but his opinion is the only one that truly matters. Still, she appreciates the kind words, goodness knows everyone could use a kind word or two in these dark times.

Two years ago, war broke out in the Districts again. Soarynn had thought it was impossible, especially after the last war ended with the Capitol on top and the Districts on the bottom. Her husband, Coriolanus Snow had assured her time and time again that another war was impossible.

For once he was wrong.

The war didn't make its way to the Capitol this time, no, it remained in the Districts, and in an effort to contain it, the Capitol began sending troops to the wilderness of the Districts. Coriolanus was drafted due to his family legacy, his own father had been a general in the first war during the Dark Days and he was more than willing to serve his country.

Soarynn was less willing to watch her husband board a train and possibly never come back. Even though he assured her that he was simply there along with the other troops to impose their presence, she still wasn't convinced. They had been newly married and trying to start a family, why couldn't he stay with her where it was safe?

Coriolanus of course, saw it as a great honor to serve Panem and promised to write to her once a week and if allowed, make phone calls. Soarynn thought it was ridiculous, they lived together and now they were getting excited over five-minute phone calls.

Still, for him to come home for an entire week after being gone for so long was a treat as great as any and she wouldn't be taking it for granted. She had filled their week with lots of winter activities leading up to Christmas. She had the maids clean the penthouse from top to bottom, wanting everything to be perfect for Coriolanus.

She went out and bought him some new clothes, and...some new lingerie for herself as well. They'd certainly be busy at night.

"I certainly can't wait to see him again," she murmurs, reaching for her compact, "one week isn't long enough."

Being left alone in the Capitol had been hard on Soarynn. She used to spend nearly every moment with Coriolanus and now, she was on her own. She had turned to extreme measures, turned to something that galas and tea parties could not fix.

She got a cat.

She knew Coriolanus wouldn't exactly be thrilled but she was desperate for constant companionship. She glances out into her bedroom where her cat, Petunia, is curled up on her husband's pillow, sound asleep. She hopes they'll get along.

Coriolanus was used to a house with just the two of them and Petunia is used to a house with just the two of them.

There might be a war within the Snow household this week.

But they'll barely be home with what she has planned for them. At least that's what she tells herself.

Soarynn inspects herself one last time, making sure there's not a single flaw in her appearance. She wore light makeup today since Coriolanus has always loved her freckles so much. Maria styled her hair perfectly, curling it and then pulling back some pieces to tie with a bow. Soarynn grabs one of her favorite perfume bottles, one that holds a vanilla scent, and liberally sprays it all over herself. She wants to engulf Coriolanus in her scent.

She rises from her vanity stool and makes her way into the closet, the closet that feels so empty without some of his clothes in it. He'll certainly be glad to return with some new ones and Soarynn will be glad to wear his old ones. She often sleeps in his shirts, clinging to the scent of roses and something masculine that she just can't get enough of.

"Red or blue?" She asks Maria, pulling out two dresses, nearly identical to each other. Maria inspects both of them, gently touching the fabric, "I think the red one Miss," she tells Soarynn who nods in agreement, Coriolanus has always liked red.

"Perfect, will you please go fetch my coat and gloves?" She asks, unzipping the dress. "Certainly Miss," Maria gives Soarynn a small curtsy before leaving to go get her things and Soarynn slides off her silk robe.

She only looks at her almost naked self in the mirror for a second, reminding herself how lucky she is to be standing in a closet full of clothes with a household staff at her beck and call. She could be in the streets, starving and cold but she's safe and warm.

The war didn't affect everyone in the Capitol like it did last time. She remembers the first war, the bombs, her parents both dying, how hungry people were. This war has been different.

Only the lower and middle classes have been truly affected by it. Food has become limited but not scarce, there are ration lines but only for those who absolutely need it and Soarynn isn't one of those people. By marrying a Snow, she solidified herself in the upper class, in the elite. Every once in a while there will be a shortage of strawberries or meat but it's always resolved rather quickly.

If anything, the war has been a great inconvenience for her, disrupting her normal plans. She still goes to tea with her friends, still goes on shopping sprees, still gets pedicures every other week. Coriolanus didn't leave her with nothing. He suffered from the first war too, losing both his parents and a good bit of his family fortune. He spent the next ten years building his name back up and now, he's one of the richest men in Panem.

With his investments, business ventures, and connections, he left Soarynn to live a comfortable life of luxury. And the Capitol pays him to be at war.

It's the best-case scenario for a thing like this but she still wishes he didn't have to leave in the first place.

Soarynn shakes those thoughts off and slips into the dress. It's a very flattering look on her with a boat neckline that shows off a bit of her collarbones. It's sleeveless but she'll have her coat and gloves and it fits her figure perfectly, stopping right below her knees to show off her white high heels. With her hair and makeup done perfectly as well, she makes for a picture of sophistication.

Maria returns with her coat and gloves and helps Soarynn into them. Maria has been a godsend to Soarynn who had been quite overwhelmed once Coriolanus left. She's younger than Soarynn but very mature, always helping Soarynn manage in taking care of such a large apartment. She'll occasionally accompany Soarynn to the market if she needs to buy something specific and is always a good source of advice.

Soarynn had hired Maria right before Coriolanus left and she's been a loyal servant ever since.

"We'll be back later tonight," Soarynn tells Maria while searching for the right purse, "he'll want bourbon or whiskey, maybe both. And please make sure that the bath has been properly cleaned as well. He'll have lots of laundry that'll need to be done before he leaves."

Maria nods along to all of her words, "Yes Miss Soarynn, everything will be ready for Mr. Snow's arrival."

Soarynn picks a black handbag, leather and beautifully crafted, a gift from Coriolanus a few years ago when they were engaged, "Perfect. I'll call if anything comes up."

Maria walks her to the front doors and Soarynn buttons her coat, taking in a deep breath, "Enjoy yourself Miss Soarynn," Maria kindly tells her, "you deserve to have this time with your husband."

Soarynn smiles, she's right, she ought to enjoy every minute with Coriolanus rather than stressing about everything being perfect. "Thank you, we'll see you tonight."

Soarynn makes her way into the hallway and waits for the elevator, living in the penthouse is all fun and games until you're stuck waiting for the elevator. Coriolanus will probably remind her of a time when the elevator didn't work during the first war.

He's been doing a lot of that, reminding and remembering about what he went through the first time a war was brought to the Capitol's doorstep. Soarynn wonders if it's some sort of trauma response.

The elevator arrives with a ding and Soarynn steps into it, pressing the button to bring her to the lobby. She ends up being stopped on the eleventh floor where Mrs. Dolittle gets in, dragging her white, yappy dog with her. "Oh Mrs. Snow, don't you look lovely? Say hello to Mrs. Snow little Zeus," Mrs. Dolittle says to her dog Zeus who only barks at Soarynn.

"Thank you," Soarynn says to the older woman, "and hello Zeus, are you off for your afternoon walk?" Mrs. Dolittle hums and places a hand over her heart, "We're off to watch all of the troops come home, some of them are being brought in by trucks."

Soarynn's interest is piqued, "Trucks? Coriolanus is coming by train, I thought..." Her voice dies off and she begins to worry, has the schedule been changed? Is he not coming home today?

"Your husband will be coming by train because he's important dear," Mrs. Dolittle says before Soarynn can begin to spiral, "the rest of the troops are less important, or to put it plainly, less rich."

Oh.

Well, Soarynn can't argue with that.

"I see," is all she says before the doors open up to the lobby. "Enjoy your time with your husband dear," Mrs. Dolittle pats Soarynn's arm, "and if you have time, tell Coriolanus to pay us a visit so he can meet Zeus."

Soarynn knows for a fact that he won't have time or want to meet Zeuz but she smiles all the same and promises to do her best.

Soarynn walks out into the cold December air with a newfound energy inside of her. She's going to see her husband again, and for an entire week!

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Soarynn is giddy with excitement as she slides into the backseat of their car, "The train station please," she says, fishing her compact out of her handbag. She might as well check her reflection one more time, just in case something on her face changed from the elevator ride.

For their first wedding anniversary, Coriolanus gifted her a beautiful gold compact with a mirror and power inside. The power is her favorite scent, of course, vanilla. There's a beautiful rose engraved on the outside of the compact and even though they were apart on their anniversary, he still made the effort.

Soarynn applies a little more powder to her neck before glancing outside the car windows and she's astounded at how many people are milling around the train station.

"Looks like the whole Capitol's here," her driver remarks. Soarynn scans the crowd of eager faces, most of these people don't look like her, rich, but they might still be waiting for loved ones to arrive.

Her driver gets her all the way to the entrance of the station so she doesn't have to walk, "I'll wait right here Mrs. Snow," he assures her.

Soarynn nods and begins to make her way inside the train station. The glass pane ceilings let the natural light shine in and it's shaping up to be a beautiful day. The platform is even more crowded with hundreds of people pushing and shoving. Soarynn walks over to the schedule that's been posted on one of the ticket booths and scans one last time for her husband's train.

A Peacekeeper standing guard notices her, "Are you looking for a particular train Miss?" Soarynn shakes her head, offering him a polite smile, "I wouldn't want to trouble you, my husband is coming home today from District Five."

"Who's your husband?"

"Coriolanus Snow."

The Peacekeeper's eyes widen from hearing that name, that so very important name, "Allow me to escort you to the correct platform then Mrs. Snow."

Soarynn looks back over at all the people pushing and shoving, it does look very busy over there but she wouldn't want to impose. "I don't want to trouble you," she says sweetly, "I'm sure I can manage."

The Peacekeeper must not have a lot of faith in her, "I insist ma'am, please allow me to safely escort you." Soarynn jumps when she hears some shouting and looks back over to see that a fight has broken out on the platform, "Well if you insist," she quickly agrees.

The young man to his credit, gets Soarynn to the correct platform in one, safe piece, clearing a path for them the second people see his uniform. Platform Five is much quieter than the platform she just saw and Soarynn sighs, "This is much emptier," she notes.

The Peacekeeper chuckles, "Those other people don't know how to act, that's why they're all the way over there and you're all the way over here."

Before Soarynn can say anything else, the sharp whistle of an incoming train gains her attention. She looks around at the others waiting, mostly women like her, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their husbands. The train slowly pulls into the station, too slow in her opinion but she's excited all the same.

"How long has it been since you've seen him?"

"Two years," she answers, trying to look into the train windows, "two very long years."

It feels like a lifetime but she won't let that stop her from continuing to love him from afar. The train doors finally hiss open and several women rush forward in search of their loved ones. Soarynn being more shy and timid, stays back, looking for a head of blonde hair. It seems that all the men are dressed in their uniforms, donning their hats and coats, making it harder for Soarynn to see Coriolanus.

She watches several tearful reunions and can't help but wish for her own. More men spill out, some are greeted, some are not. Soarynn has heard the whispers about divorces left and right due to men being deployed. She can't imagine separating from Coriolanus because he's serving his country.

One man with tan skin steps off the train and he's looking directly at Soarynn, making her feel very self-conscious. He looks into the train and says something, pointing at her.

Soarynn stands up straight, her heart is pounding and there he is.

Coriolanus Snow is stepping off the train.

Soarynn is a woman who prides herself on following the unspoken rules of etiquette. No screaming, no shouting, no running in public or arguing.

She throws all those rules out the window the second he lays eyes on her. She breaks into a huge smile and runs towards him, not caring how improper it is.

Coriolanus doesn't seem to care either as he grins, opening his arms up. Soarynn shrieks and throws her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest, content to never let go of him again. Coriolanus wraps his strong arms around her and she can smell the roses, smell how manly he is, and how much she's missed him. Coriolanus groans and squeezes her tight, "There's my girl."

Soarynn might just cry.

She pulls away just enough to see his face, his handsome face. He looks the same as he left, prominent nose, beautiful blue eyes, full lips with a smile that still drives her crazy.

"I missed you," is the first thing she says.

He kisses her a second later, not wasting any time showing her how much he missed her as well. Soarynn sighs into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck even tighter to deepen the kiss. It feels so good, so good to have his lips on her again. She didn't realize how much she took this feeling for granted until he left.

Two years without a kiss good morning, goodbye or goodnight.

They're going to have to pry him away from her cold, dead hands when this week is up.

"Soarynn," he says against her lips, "I might have to take you with me when I go back because I can't go without this again." Soarynn laughs into the kiss, it looks like she's not the only one who's been lonely. When they finally break away from the kiss, his eyes meet hers and they hold so much love, so much devotion, the need and want to keep her safe no matter what.

"Look at you," he says softly, resting a gloved hand on her cheek, "still so beautiful and radiant. You look gorgeous darling, absolutely gorgeous, I pity the men who didn't get to come home to you today."

Soarynn giggles and rests her head on his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible. She lets go of his neck and wraps her arms around his torso, he feels so strong under all these layers, "I missed you so much Coryo," she tells him, "thought about you every single day you were gone."

She feels him place a kiss on the top of her head, another thing she's missed, how affectionate he is with her. "You have me for an entire week," he tells her, his voice laced with authority and yet completely gentle and patient with her. Soarynn hums, closing her eyes so she can remember this moment for the rest of her life.

She's grateful that he doesn't pull away, force her to move because she really doesn't want to. She wishes she could freeze time so they could stay like this forever.

"You weren't lying Snow," someone says, causing Soarynn to lift her head. It's the same man who was looking at her when he stepped off the train, "I told you she's beautiful," Coriolanus replies, kissing her temple. Soarynn feels herself blushing, she hadn't even thought about Coriolanus bragging to his comrades about her but it sounded exactly like something he'd do.

Coriolanus is a proud man, proud of his family, proud of his success, and proud to have secured a fitting match such as Soarynn. He's never shied away from boasting about her beauty, her charm, and femininity. Of course, he'd talk about her to his comrades, show off her pictures proudly.

"I'll see you tomorrow night," the man waves before walking down to the exit. Soarynn looks up at her husband, "Who was that?"

While Soarynn's letters to Coriolanus have included all the latest gossip and news, his have been more about how much he misses her and hopes for her safety at all times. Rarely has he mentioned anyone he's worked with.

"Lance Parkes," Coriolanus tells her, "we're in the same barrack."

Soarynn hums, she'll have to ask him about all his friends although she'll meet most of them tomorrow night. "How was the train ride?"

Coriolanus rubs her side, "It was fine, quite long but we were in first class so it was much more bearable."

Soarynn slips a hand under his coat, feeling the rest of his uniform, "You feel so strong, and you look so very smart in the uniform," she tells him, earning her a pleased grin. "Strong hmm?" He teases, making her giggle, "I should've known you'd ogle me the first chance you got."

Soarynn gasps, playfully shoving his chest, "Oh, please, you're the one who likes to ogle." He really is, Soarynn is more likely to silently admire her husband whereas he isn't afraid to make her put on a show for him.

Whenever they go shopping he has her come out and show him every outfit, praising her sense of fashion. And whenever she comes home with some new lingerie, well...she gives him a more private show.

"Well now that you've mentioned it, let me get a proper look at you," he says, loosening his grip on her, "give me a spin darling." Soarynn glances around the now barren platform, apparently, their reunion was longer than everyone else's so she doesn't feel too silly spinning around. Coriolanus lets out a low whistle and nods, looking her up and down, "You've got the type of beauty men go to war for," he tells her matter-of-factly.

Soarynn merely shakes her head, she wouldn't want to be the cause for any man to go to war, let alone her husband. "Where's your trunk?' She asks, changing the subject to something not about her. Coriolanus turns and points at the one trunk that's left, "I've come bearing gifts," he tells her, causing Soarynn's lips to curl up into a smile, "You don't say."

Coriolanus hums, reaching a hand out for her and she gladly takes it, "I've thought about you every single day," he continues, "thought about what you were doing, if you were feeling alright, if you needed anything." Soarynn's heart might just shatter into a million pieces, Coriolanus has been on her mind constantly but she always wondered if she was on his.

She squeezes his hand, smiling up at him, "Well we have a whole week together, so let's make the most of it."

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Soarynn has forgotten how attractive Coriolanus is.

For once, the roles are reversed and he is doing the shopping while she lounges on a sofa and sips champagne. He stands on a small pedestal, looking at his reflection in the store's mirrors that show him every angle.

He had written once or twice about outgrowing some of his clothing which confused Soarynn since he was too old to grow taller. But now, she gets it.

He's bigger. Stronger. More muscular.

His shirts don't fit the way they used to.

He looks very handsome in what the salesman selected for him, black pants, perfectly tailored, and a simple white button-up tucked into the pants. They're shopping for a new suit for him to wear to the dinner tomorrow night but finding a shirt to properly fit him has posed a challenge.

The salesman presses his lips into a thin line when he sees the buttons threatening to pop off, "Still too tight?"

Coriolanus offers him a polite smile, "Just a bit."

The salesman waves his hand, "An extra-large then, I'll have someone bring you the proper size."

Soarynn resists the urge to jump off the sofa and run into the changing room with her husband, it would be quite scandalous, and also bad manners.

"Where has he been all this time?" The salesman asks, raising an eyebrow, "I see hundreds of men every day in here but he must've been hiding under a rock." Soarynn chuckles, she doesn't mind when women or men flirt with her husband or talk about him in front of her, at the end of the day, she gets to go home with him.

"He's been deployed," she answers, setting her glass down on the small table, "he's back for a week and he's in desperate need of clothing that actually fits him."

"Well, I can see that, he's doubled in size from the looks of it, let me go look for a few more shirts."

Soarynn looks around the store while she waits, watching people come and go, everyone is doing last-minute shopping but she did hers weeks ago. Then she got that letter from Coriolanus and her entire world turned upside down. She had been so excited, she cried tears of joy, her husband was coming back to her.

For a week but still.

A few minutes later, Coriolanus walks out with a shirt that fits him properly and that cocky grin she's grown to love over the years, "What do you think darling?" He asks, holding out his arms while giving her a slow spin, "Do we have our base layer down?"

Soarynn does her best to remain appropriate when looking him up and down but it's very hard, especially with his big hands, and his big arms, and thighs and...she's getting distracted.

"I think we do," she answers with an encouraging smile. Coriolanus nods, "Perfect, let's move on to suit jackets then."

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Two hours later, Soarynn is strolling down the street with her husband and two large shopping bags.

"He was a good salesman," Coriolanus says, pulling her a little closer, "although I do believe he was flirting with me." Soarynn laughs, Coriolanus is as charming as they come but he's always had a hard time deciphering when the same gender flirts with him. Women he can pick up on in seconds, but men confuse him greatly.

Soarynn simply sees it as a compliment if both genders find you equally attractive.

"He was definitely flirting with you," she tells him, looking into a few shop windows, "you've got a new look and people are bound to notice."

Soarynn nearly trips when she sees the perfect little black dress in a boutique window. It's strapless and somewhat short but she knows that with the right heels, she can pull it off. One look at Coriolanus and she can tell that he's already picturing pulling it off of her.

"Why don't we go in here?" He suggests, his voice slightly hoarse. Soarynn wraps her hand around his arm and pulls them towards the door, "If you insist."

They're immediately greeted by an eager-looking saleswoman who has bright red hair and very long eyelashes, "Welcome, welcome! What brings you two in today?"

Coriolanus nods towards the mannequin wearing the black dress, "The black dress in the window would look stunning on my wife."

Soarynn doesn't even have time to blush because this saleswoman is grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the fitting rooms, "Of course, it would! You just go right back here dear and I'll bring you a few sizes."

Soarynn finds herself mindlessly nodding to whatever this woman says and walks into the first fitting room she sees. She doesn't even wait an entire minute before there's a knock on the door. She opens it to find the saleswoman holding three black dresses, "I brought a few sizes, although this one will probably fit you best."

Soarynn takes the hanger into her hands and nods, "Thank you very much." Part of her worries that this woman might try to come in and help her so she quickly shuts the door. Soarynn takes a deep breath before taking off her own clothes and neatly hanging them on the hooks in the fitting room. She steps into the dress and pulls it over her hips.

It would look great if she could get the zipper up.

"How's it going in there?"

Soarynn grits her teeth while fighting to pull the zipper all the way up, "Fine!" She calls back, using one hand to balance herself against the wall, "If you need any help just let me know!"

Soarynn almost falls over, "That won't be necessary!"

Three minutes later, she's sweaty and has the damn dress on.

But it does look very good on her.

Soarynn opens the door and peeks her head out, the coast is clear. She can hear the saleswoman yammering away outside, talking her husband's ear off. "...and that's when I knew gluten wasn't good for me and...oh! Oh, you look fabulous dear!"

Soarynn brushes her hair behind her ears, she isn't very fond of being the center of attention but neither Coriolanus nor the saleswomen can keep their eyes off of her as she steps in front of the mirror.

She can see Coriolanus watching her, a longing, lustful look in his eyes and she feels a boost of confidence, "You have the legs for that dress," the saleswoman tells her, "doesn't she Mr. Snow?"

Coriolanus grunts, fidgeting in his seat, "She certainly does."

Soarynn does a quick twirl and she smiles, "I'll take it." The saleswoman claps, delighted to do some business on such a busy day, "Wonderful! As soon as you take it off, I'll ring it up for you!"

Soarynn turns to go back to the fitting rooms but Coriolanus is quickly rising from his seat, "Let me help you with the zipper darling, she mentioned it might be tricky." Soarynn knows what he really wants and he could care less about the zipper, "Alright," she says sweetly.

They both walk back to her fitting room and he's on top of her the second she closes the door. Soarynn gasps when he pins her against the wall, his lips latch onto her neck, "Coryo," she gasps, "we're in a boutique!" Coriolanus scoffs and squeezes her waist, "I don't give a fuck darling, now turn around and bend over like the good girl you always are for me."

Soarynn would be lying if she said those words didn't do something to her. Something to her body that's gone two years without him. His touch, his lips, his hands, his cock.

She turns around.

Coriolanus bends her over and she braces her hands against the wall, "Coryo we have to be fast," she urgently whispers, not wanting to get caught. Mostly because she really wants this dress. Coriolanus chuckles and kisses right under her ear, "I'm just having a little fun darling."

He expertly unzips the dress and slides it off her body, letting it pool around her ankles and he palms her ass, groaning, "Fuck I missed you," he says, "missed this perfect little ass, your pretty little moans, how soft you are. You don't realize how bad it is out there for us darling, no women, surrounded by District scum, only our hands for a quick release."

Soarynn whimpers when he pulls her panties to the side, his fingers graze her clit and she bucks into his touch. She hasn't been faring but better in the sexual pleasure department but she has her ways, the shower head, her fingers, she's made it work.

But nothing is better than the real thing.

A knock on the door startles her, "Is everything alright in there dear?"

Coriolanus sinks two fingers into her cunt and Soarynn can feel her eyes rolling back. It's such a delicious burn after not having sex for so long and she might just cum right now, "Fine," she stammers, "it's, it's fine, I'm fine."

"Could you just toss the dress over the door then?"

Coriolanus reaches for the dress and Soarynn lifts her feet so he can grab it from the floor. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of her cunt and her knees buckle. Coriolanus catches her, holding her against the wall, "Be quiet for me hmm?" He says in her ear, his voice husky. Soarynn nods, biting her lip.

Coriolanus tosses the dress over the door and starts pumping faster and faster. Soarynn's toes are curling, her breaths are ragged. She's going to cum, very, very soon if he doesn't stop what he's doing. "Please," she mumbles, "please, please Coryo."

He peppers the back of her shoulder with kisses, so gentle in comparison to his fingers slamming in and out of her, "Still so good for me huh? Still remember your manners." Soarynn whines when his thumb presses against her clit, she cannot have an orgasm in a boutique fitting room.

Right?

Her walls start fluttering, her body starts shaking and the wire inside of her is about to snap, "Give it to me," he orders, "be my good girl and cum all over my fingers like the little slut you are for me Soarynn."

That's all it takes for her to fall apart. She lets out a moan but he quickly slaps his other hand over her mouth, muffling any noise she makes. Soarynn twitches as her orgasm rides out, it's so intense, so good after so long. She can feel the stickiness between her legs, she doesn't know how she's going to walk out of her but Coriolanus has already thought this through apparently.

He brandishes a handkerchief from his coat pocket a second later and makes quick work of cleaning her up to the best of his abilities. Her legs are still shaking, how she'll be able to look that saleswoman in the eye is beyond her. "You didn't, didn't get to..." Her voice dies off when she sees Coriolanus shaking his head, a sweet smile on his lips, "If I'm going to fuck you, then I'm going to do it properly," he tells her, "and in the comfort of my own home."

Soarynn lets him place a kiss on her forehead before he leaves to go pay for the dress. She puts her own clothes back on quickly so she doesn't raise any suspicion and joins Coriolanus a few minutes later at the counter near the front of the store.

Apparently, he's revealed that he's visiting for the week because the saleswoman has her hand over her heart, "...just the noblest thing a man could do for his country," she says, her eyes drifting over to Soarynn, "and leaving your wife behind? You're a national hero Mr. Snow."

Soarynn keeps herself from rolling her eyes, Coriolanus certainly has done a great service to his country, but being called a national hero is a bit of a stretch. Coriolanus, of course, loves it and grins, taking the pink bag off the counter, "You flatter me truly, thank you so much for your help today." Soarynn nods along to his words and wraps her hand around his arm, "Yes, thank you so much for your assistance."

"Of course! Stop by anytime."

They bid the saleswoman goodbye and step back out into the cold, Soarynn immediately curls into Coriolanus who doesn't despise the cold the way she does. Maybe it's because of his last name, but the cold has little to no effect on Coriolanus whereas Soarynn hates it with all her might.

"You should wear that dress to dinner tomorrow night," he says, leading them across the street. Soarynn gives him a skeptical look, "To a dinner honoring dead soldiers? I don't think so. Besides, I already have a dress picked out for tomorrow night." And she does, it's navy blue and makes her eyes pop. He'll love it because he loves everything she wears.

Coriolanus simply hums and holds her tighter, "Whatever you want darling."

Soarynn cherishes those words for she won't be hearing them in a few days. She ought to cherish every moment with Coriolanus while he's here, every single second is precious.

꧁ ꧂

Later that night, Soarynn finds herself in a most domestic position, curled up in her husband's arms, naked under their sheets. She used to dream about moments like this, hoping she'd wake up to find him next to her, only to wake up to an empty bed.

His breathing is slow and steady, instantly calming her after a long night of passionate sex. Coriolanus could barely keep his hands to himself for the rest of the day after their little stunt in the dressing room. They still had to go to several stores and then to dinner before they could come home.

Coriolanus was more than pleased to be warmly welcomed by his household staff and a clean apartment. He wasn't however, too pleased when he discovered Petunia lounging on his side of the bed, surprised to see a man in the room she thought of as her own.

There was a clear rivalry the moment they laid eyes on each other, especially when she saw how handsy he was being with Soarynn. She had hissed and swatted at him while Soarynn tried to calm her down and fix the rift between her beloved husband and cat.

She ended up removing Petunia from their bedroom so they could properly reunite and after several rounds of passionate sex, Soarynn was more than pleased with how the day turned out.

Coriolanus presses a hand on her stomach, splaying out his long fingers, "I was thinking," he mumbles in her ear, voice laced with sleep, "we should have a baby."

That gets her wide awake. Soarynn pushes her hips against his, causing him to groan since he has yet to pull out, "A baby?" She whispers, thinking about the possibility of finally starting a family with Coriolanus. They barely had any time after they got married, war broke out and he was shipped out.

It's not like they didn't want a family, the penthouse is huge with so many empty bedrooms. Her mind drifts down the hall to the nearest bedroom, vacant and begging to have a crib inside of it. He kisses right under her ear and hums, resting his chin on her shoulder, "Mhm, if it weren't for the war then I'm sure we'd have at least one child by now. And I've heard rumors Soarynn, they're starting to pull troops out little by little. I'll be home before you know it, and for good next time."

Soarynn's heart is beating so fast, the war is ending?

Part of her doesn't want to believe him, but Coriolanus isn't one to lie, he hates lying and anyone who does it. "Okay," she says, finding nothing wrong with his proposition. He's right, if Coriolanus wasn't deployed then they'd certainly already have a child right now. These past two years have set them back and she's not getting any younger.

He wraps his arms around her tighter and groans, "Good, because I'm convinced that I already fucked a baby into you."

They both laugh, knowing it doesn't exactly work that way but she's past caring about logistics right now.

Her husband is home and that's all that matters.

꧁ ꧂

Much to Soarynn's dismay, the next few days flew by in the blink of an eye.

She and Coriolanus spent every waking minute with each other, from the moment they woke up to the moment they went to bed, they were together. Their friends had teased them about it at dinner one night, how inseparable the pair was but Soarynn found nothing wrong with it.

She and Coriolanus belonged with each other. How could they not see it?

Even now as he opens a present from under the Christmas tree, it's so evident to Soarynn that he's the one for her. His strong masculine aura mixes perfectly with her gentle feminine one. While he's effortlessly charming, she's endlessly graceful, making them the perfect pair once again.

Coriolanus grins when he pulls out several pairs of white socks, the ones he's always been so fond of since Soarynn met him. He's always been one to value routine and tradition, never straying from what he trusts which includes socks. "You remembered my letter," he says with a laugh, setting them down on the floor next to him.

Soarynn nods, in one of his more recent letters, Coriolanus had mentioned how worn out his socks were becoming. Soarynn was no stranger to sending him letters but packages were a little bit trickier. They required an outrageous amount of postage to start, and there was never a guarantee that it would actually be delivered. She's sent a few over the past two years and according to Coriolanus, he's one of the only men who receives both packages and letters from home.

Soarynn truly can't imagine not writing letters to a loved one who's away at war. She writes him a letter nearly every day.

"I did," she agrees, "once I knew you were coming home, I ran out to buy you some new ones."

They both sit in comfortable silence while snow quietly falls outside of the living room windows. Soarynn watches the tiny snowflakes fall from the sky, doing her best to think about anything but what tomorrow will bring.

The train that will take him away from her again.

She can't help but begin to fear the worst, Coriolanus getting caught in the crossfire, a bomb going off and taking his limbs off, a trap being set just for him.

Which is highly unlikely from what he's told her. He's barely seen any real action, just a lot of angry people who he has to keep under control with a gun. When Soarynn asked if he ever had to use it on anyone, he'd gone quiet. This war still affected him despite him acting like it didn't. And Soarynn doesn't want him to go back to it.

She can feel the tears forming in her eyes, they've had such a lovely week filled with dinners, parties, and quality time together.

She doesn't want it to end.

"Darling," he says gently, "come here."

Coriolanus opens his arms out to her and Soarynn sniffles as she crawls over crinkled wrapping paper until she's crawling into his lap, burying her face in his neck. He immediately slips his hands under her nightgown and wraps his arms around her waist, holding her tight, "We'll be alright," he tells her softly, "I'll be back before you know it, and then we'll start our own little family. How does that sound?"

It sounds wonderful, like a dream come true to Soarynn who's been so lonely the past two years.

"Nice," is all she mumbles, not able to find it inside of her to act chipper when she's not. Coriolanus rubs his hand up and down her back, calming her with the smallest of touches, "I hope you know how much I miss you," he tells her, "how every night I stare up at the ceiling and wish you were there with me. You're all I have Soarynn, you've been the greatest gift."

Tears freely flow down her cheeks after hearing those endearing words. She doesn't know if this conversation is making his departure easier or worse. "I love you," she whispers, "with all my heart I love you."

She doesn't know how long they stay like that, curled up on the floor but it doesn't matter.

Nothing matters when she's with him.

꧁ ꧂

The morning of her husband's departure comes with heavy burdens for both of them.

Coriolanus, who must face what lies in the Districts once again, alone and without the comforts of home.

Soarynn, who must return to normal life with a smile on her face, and without the comforts of him.

They both fake it incredibly well to their credit, smiling at those they pass by as they walk towards his train. Just a week ago Soarynn was getting ready to come to the station, putting so much effort into her appearance. She barely even brushed her hair this morning since she planned on running right back home once he left to cry in bed.

Coriolanus hands off his trunk to a train attendant and Soarynn watches the man carry it onto the train, already stealing parts of Coriolanus away from her. She looks around the platform and is somewhat comforted by the sight of many other couples sharing tearful goodbyes.

At least they can all be miserable together is what she's concluded.

"Keep writing to me hmm?" He asks, nosing her cheek in an effort to make her laugh. Soarynn nods but can't find it in herself to laugh like she usually does when he's being so sweet, "You'll let me know if you hear anything else about deployment right?" She inquires for the tenth time today. She knows it must be getting annoying but she simply must know that he'll keep her updated with these things.

Coriolanus nods and rests his forehead against her own, "Yes darling, the second I know for sure I'm coming home, I'll let you know."

She rests her hands on his arms, feeling him one last time, "I'm going to miss you," she mumbles, her voice carries more of a tremor than she'd like but it's hard to act brave right now. Coriolanus leans down and kisses her, so sweetly and gently. Soarynn returns the kiss with her own gentleness for this will be the last kiss she's given for a long time.

"Be careful out there," she whispers, not pulling away from the kiss, "I can't go on without you Coryo."

He wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her into his safe hold, "I will," he promises, pecking her lips once more, "and you take care of yourself hmm? I want you to enjoy yourself while I'm gone darling, spend time with friends, spend my money, all those nice things hmm?" A small smile forms on her lips and Coriolanus chuckles, "There's my girl, always smiling for me."

She knows this is hard on him too, to leave her, to willingly leave her behind goes against everything Coriolanus believes in.

But they'll be together again soon, she's sure of it.

The sharp train whistle pulls the couple apart, announcing that the train will be departing soon.

"Make sure to call me," Soarynn reminds him, clinging onto him for dear life, "and to write to me. And let me know if you need me to send you anythi-"

She never finishes her sentence due to his lips crashing onto her again, effectively shutting her up. Soarynn responds the way she always does, loyally and lovingly, letting him take the lead. Coriolanus brings his hand to gently cup her face while they share one last kiss.

Another sharp whistle from the train jolts both of them and they finally break apart from their last kiss.

"I love you," he tells her, looking down at her with those devoted blue eyes of his. So piercing yet soft and gentle when he's with her and only her.

"I love you too," she says, "and I'm so proud of you."

Coriolanus smiles, hugging her one more time and kissing her temple before he lets her go. Soarynn remains frozen on the platform while her husband strides towards the train, stepping through the door right before the train starts pulling away.

Soarynn waves goodbye with the other wives, with only eyes for her husband who watches her from the door. It's only when he's out of sight that she allows herself to properly cry.

She ignores the sympathetic looks she's given from the other women and trudges back to the car, alone this time.

She cries the whole way home and in the elevator. Maria seems greatly concerned but Soarynn waves her off, she'll be fine in a few days, she remembers being like this the first time he left. Part of her wishes she didn't have to go through this again, that he never came home but she's so glad she got to see Coriolanus again.

Petunia is still lying in bed where they left her this morning, pleased to have her spot back. Soarynn gives her a gentle scratch behind the ears, "Just you and me again," she says sadly. She ought to wash the sheets considering they had sex every night but she refrains from doing so, she'll wash them when his scent is no longer detectable.

Soarynn lies in bed for hours feeling sorry for herself and missing her husband, only venturing into their bathroom when she needs to use it. She walks past the countertops and then her vanity when she notices a small white box sitting on her vanity counter, wrapped in a red bow.

Soarynn reluctantly picks it up and unties the ribbon, letting it all to the floor where Petunia immediately takes it to play with. But Soarynn pays her cat no mind as she opens up the box, softly gasping when she sees what Coriolanus has left for her.

A pregnancy test.

And a note.

Never too soon to find out. Love, Coriolanus

Soarynn chuckles, they both know it's highly unlikely for her to already be pregnant but she appreciates the gesture. She holds the testing device in her fingers, "Might as well try," she mumbles to herself, walking to the small room where their toilet is.

It only takes a few minutes but Soarynn finds herself doing anything but looking at the results. She folds some laundry, fluffs out their bedsheets. Finally, she walks back into the bathroom and turns over the test.

She gasps when she sees two red lines.

She's pregnant.

Newly pregnant, barely pregnant, but pregnant.

She can't believe it. Coriolanus isn't even halfway through his trip back to Five and yet he's left her with a most precious gift. Soarynn rests her hand on her stomach, imagining what it'll look like in a few months.

She's pregnant!

She's going to have a baby. She's going to be a mother, he's going to be a father.

Oh, Coriolanus.

She'll have to write to him at once to deliver the news. She's only a few days along but still.

It's a Christmas miracle.

꧁ ꧂

To my dearest Coriolanus, I'm writing this hours after your departure. I simply cannot wait a moment longer to tell you the wonderful news that I'm pregnant! I know we spoke of it when you first came home but after opening the gift you left me, I'm proud to say that you're going to be a father. I will keep things quiet until I can visit the doctor but I just had to tell you. I miss you with all my heart my love, I pray for your safety and your quick return. Know that not a day goes by where I do not think of you my heart for you are all that I am. I love & miss you already. Love, Soarynn

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[peachponygirl]

so i'm doing somethimg diffrent and doing this as a post because no matter what i did Tumblr absoulutly refused to let me send this as an ask. idk i guess it was too long or maybe it was something else.

@purble-turble I hope I'm not bugging you by doing it like this, please correct me if it does 🥲

so i've been sitting on this idea for Prince Red for a bit, it still has holes and issues to work out but i still think it be an interesting idea.

hopefully its not something that has been suggested before.

mk my beloved I'm sorry this is kinda a prince red turning into DKR au.

I say sorta because rather than "i have to protect this man from everyone at all costs" I'm suggesting more of an "I need to fix this man at all costs"

also, he wouldn't be the one doing the tormenting per say, but he's definitely enabling it.

so say its directly pointed out to everyone that MK's "sacrificial tendencies" is in fact programed into his nature by Nuwa. it's a core function of himself and his behavior, it cannot be removed. its just a fact, and everyone has to learn to live with the fact that he is self-destructive.

except Prince Red can't just agree with that, because centuries ago that similar thing was being said about HIM. the creator of the shamadi fire, an unstoppable, uncontrollable force of nature. destruction and violence was originally a core element of his behavior and for decades no one could fully control him not even his parents.

BUT that didn't actually end up being the case. when he was forable made to become one of guanyin's disciples, his personality and behavior did a 180. yeah, it took years and a lot of work but he eventually changed his whole self for the better and continued his teachings in favor of returning home.

he, with the teachings of Guanyin, changed his nature, so MK could as well. and he knows just how he can help him. he just has to get mk to go threw the same training he did!

and so he forcibly takes mk back to his monastery and the other disciples to help, and no he can't leave until red's sure he's "fixed" his destructive nature. hopefully, with all this one on one teaching time, he can also eventually fix his relationship with mk. he knows mk will be really upset at first, but surly once they start making progress with his healing journey they'll grow closer again.

now seeing as the disciples don't like mk or him being near red, they aren't exactly thrilled about this plan. however red is able to get them to see his point and agree that it is part of there duty to help others, and yeah they definitely all think Mk needs some serious reforming.

and if Reds this set on being with this stone monkey then at least with this plan they can make him reform into someone actually worthy of the prince.

their only condition to Red's plan? they are given full rights to disciplinary action against mk.

after all in the beginning Red needed a lot of correcting and had to receive at least some form of punishment for his bad behavior. and of course, had some form of restraint on him to prevent him from burning anything or escaping. Mk would 100% rebel against them in the beginning and try to leave so he'd have the proper punishments to correct his behavior.

and they all point out that Red is waaay too lenient with him to be trusted to give proper correction. he wants to help save mk from himself? he has to allow them to dish out the "tough love".

hence what I meant by Red's only enabling the torment, the others are the actual tormenters, given their bias, they definitely would take any opportunity to "correct" mk on anything and everything they didn't like. there careful about any physical acts, but they are for sure verbally abusing him whenever Red is not in earshot.

and worse the others would convinced red to not to really trust anything mk would say about being mistreated.

"he's exaggerating"

"he's just trying to guilt you"

"it seems harsh, but you know we need to be firm with him red"

"we all need to be tough on him, change is not easy red you know this."

and so on. Red already fully trusts that his fellow disciples have only the best intentions and want the best for mk so he parrots what they say and goes on with the day's lesson. doing his best to ignore mk's growing distress and misery, telling himself it's for the best. he was pretty miserable in the beginning of his reforming too, it'll pass, he's sure it will.

[demigodsanswer]

Percabeth Royal AU + First Time

I also got sent royalty AU + baby fic, so I'm going to combine them!

Vaguely high fantasy setting, but with more or an ancient Greek aesthetic than medieval England.

Annabeth is first in line for her mother's throne. Percy is like 5th or 6th inline his father's. And he'd probably never get it anyway. He's a legitimized former bastard after his father married his (low born) mistress after the death of his first wife.

But the two of them grew up together, and get along really well, and have stayed in contact through the years, even if they haven't seen each other in person in a while.

So when it comes time for Annabeth to make an adventurous match, she floats Percy's name. The marriage would strengthen the alliance to a formerly-rival nation, he's not so important as to cause trouble, but he is legitimate.

Athena isn't thrilled about this, but she allows Annabeth to make the proposal because she knows if she doesn't allow Annabeth to do the proper thing she wants to do, then Annabeth will do whatever she wants to do the improper way. Athena doesn't really expect Poseidon to accept.

But of course he does. This is a marriage well above what he expected for Percy. The marriage is arranged, and now it's time for Percy to finally see his best friend again.

He arrives, and he is the most handsome man Annabeth has ever seen. And that she wasn't expecting. She'd last seen him eight years ago, when he was a pimply 13 year old who was shorter than her. He wasn't that anymore.

And Percy is thinking similar things about her. He's pretty sure they're going to have a great marriage.

Athena's kingdom is a little more (a lot more) regressive on ideas of virginity, particularly for high-born girls, particularly for the heir apparent. So Annabeth has never so much as kissed someone in a meaningful way. She's read books, experimented with a few things on her own, and that's it. And Percy's culture expects proof of consummation the next day as part of the wedding contract. So Annabeth knows she will be losing her virginity on her wedding night. It's been discussed at length, much to her shame.

A week before the wedding, she confesses to Percy that she's nervous. Or, rather, she expresses her nerves by asking: "On the wedding night, what should I do?"

"What?"

"Is there something I should do to prepare? Is there something you like that I should learn about?"

"Uh ... no. I just want you to be comfortable and relaxed as much as you can. I will try to make it good for you."

"In your experience, do women do anything that makes it more relaxing?"

And Percy just has to sheepishly confess that he doesn't have experience of his own. "I'm a bastard. I never wanted to condemn my own child to that fate. Or disgrace a lady like that. Or pay for it and end up with some pox I'd give to my wife. So I've just ..."

"So we're both virgins, then?" Annabeth asks, not really realizing that that's a bit embarrassing for Percy in ways it's not for her.

"Yes," he said.

"That actually makes me feel a lot better."

The wedding night ends up being incredibly ... fine. It's romantic for sure. But the sex itself takes a few tries to get right, and then ends abruptly. But there's enough evidence the next morning to make the marriage count.

Conceiving an heir isn't a problem. Keeping it is. Annabeth has three miscarriages the first year. She and Percy decide to stop having sex for a little while, to let her body recover and let them both recover emotionally.

They end up taking a tour of the nation six months after they stop having sex (or P in V sex, they figure out the alternatives), and on the tour, they stop by a secluded waterfall. The guards are a little ways away, and they decide to fully enjoy the water.

They're hidden behind the waterfall, and Percy is so happy to be inside her again, he just starts talking about how his people worship the water, and believe they emerged from the sea itself, and that water is healing and life-giving.

When Annabeth suspects she's pregnant again about two months later, she insists they continue the tour because "it will be over soon."

But it isn't.

She returns to court wider than she left. This one she carries to term -- a healthy little baby girl.

They start conceiving all their babies in the water, just to be safe.

[0m3g4skanohiforge]

So! Let's recount 2024 and talk about the new year. Happy 2025 everyone!

2024 was a very eventful year. Not the year I started working on this, but the year I basically started to become what I am now, working towards how I want this to be.

2024 saw the release of my Protodermis Reclamation Yard packs, which has been instrumental in making use of otherwise wasted material (as well as getting the Legendary Mask of Cheese into a few folk's hands)

We matched Yellow, bringing the colour count up to Six, a very important number! (Though I'm debating tweaking the White formula again this year...) I sold out of yellow Rurus and Kakamas so many times over and I've still got folks asking when they'll be in stock again 😅

Yellow also led to the launch of commissions! Which still haunts me to this day. I'm thrilled with the ones I have completed, but there's still so much to work on that's taking so much longer than I could've expected, so I will not be reopening commissions this year. (I'll explain more later)

The last release of the year - and my celebration for 810nicle day - the Metru Nui Matoran Mystery packs! Managed to just match silver in time for this, taking us to 7 colours (though I never put out silver beyond this yet)

And we capped off the year with two more colours - Orange and Teal! Don't feel time to take a new picture of the latter but this morning's test I think is it, having opened it a few minutes ago! Thus the total colours matched is 9 - Red, Orange, Yellow, Teal, Blue, Pink, Black, White, and Silver! Masks will be available in all of these once the shop reopens.

This was also the year I started Mask Monday! Great fun that ways, even if I missed a lot more than I would've hoped. I'll be trying to keep to that this year as well!

Which takes us to this year. 2025 is going to be a year of change, and my Forge is no exception! I've had some rearranging in my personal life that should allot me more time to work the Forge, so I'm hoping to boost both production and development through the year.

There's been a complication with the shop though, which I'll be getting help to resolve so I can open things back up as soon as possible. I'd rather not discuss it too deeply because it's incredibly stupid, but it's really my fault for putting things off for so long that they became problems. Again, as soon as these are resolved the shop will reopen, even if it still takes some time for me to add any new masks and colours to proper listings.

Regarding commissions, the current ones in development are going to of course continue to be worked on, even if some of them currently feel impossible (looking at you, Purple and Sand Blue.) Aside from those two, I am developing Lime, Medium Blue, Pearl Gold, and a consistent formula for a custom Neon Pink (that commission was already sent but I want to revisit the colour and add it to the list, start doing some other non-lego colours eventually too).

However, as aforementioned, commissions will not be reopening this year, and likely not next year either. The commission formula was chaotic, frustrating, and hard to properly estimate. As such I've been turning around another idea in my head, and I'd like some feedback on them if you're willing!

Since development can take so long, some sort of steadier support would be more ideal. I've been thinking of making a Patreon! There, supporters would be able to vote on which new development ideas I pursue, as well as gaining access to behind-the-scenes/tutorial videos! I'd of course set access behind as low a barrier for entry as possible, but I've gotta have some incentive there as well, right?

That wouldn't launch until after the shop is reopened, and there wouldn't be polls on developments until current commissions are finished. No way am I widening that list before it's cleared out. The videos though I am very excited for and have already begun writing scripts for!

That's pretty much all I've got planned for the year. I don't wanna overhype myself with empty promises like "oh, this year I'll finally get the Mctoran build!" So the focus is just gonna be on clearing the backlog and getting things back up and running.

Thank you all for sticking around with me for the past year - being part of such a fun, supportive and creative community has been a highlight of my life, and I hope to be able to bring you all great things! Happy New Year, let's make 2025 a great one together!

[sanctissimx]

remember me + weilan... roleswap? hehe

meme.

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

@yishuns

He liked the quiet afternoons sat with the begrudging professor, who took the time Zhao Yunlan had intended for them to get to know each other to instead grade papers in a terse silence. Shen Wei had refused to come over to his place, and had similarly refused to let him over, so outside venues were really the only choices they had. Unfortunately for Shen Wei, Zhao Yunlan was too much of a flirt not to literally talk his way into getting temporarily but embarassingly banned from the university library. But most fortunately for Zhao Yunlan, that just meant more proper dates to take the reticent professor on.

Shen Wei was determinendly avoiding Zhao Yunlan's gaze, fixating on the stack of papers while the tips of his ears burned a charming red at the attention hee refused to acknowledge. Zhao Yunlan watched as he tucked a too-short hair behind his ear. An almost reflexive gesture that struck Zhao Yunlan with a surge of nostalgia for the way the little ghost king used to do the same with his unruly hair so many eons ago. He wondered if Shen Wei remembered at least that. Even if he didn't remember him.

Shen Wei had only smiled when Zhao Yunlan had delivered the bouquet of bright fuschia Ice Soul roses. Even the little box of lollipops had been consumed without comment, and received with minimal acknowledgement. Today, he'd brought a beautifully decorated tin of snow chrysanthemum tea and set it between them silently.

Shen Wei lookeed up briefly from his papers. "For me?" he asked, almost a liittle exasperated.

Zhao Yunlan took no offense, knowing it was likely due to his work and not him or the present. "Mm. I thought you might like it. The flowers are yellow when dried, but the tea is a vibant red. I'm told it has notes of caramelize dark honey. Really, probably more my style than yours, but ... I thought you might appreciate it. It's quite rare."

Shen Wei reached for the tin, examining the paper label where an ink painting of a large mountain range lined the the background. "Is this Kunlun mountain?" he asked, curiously, turning it around fully before opening the tin to take in the scent. "Snow chrysanthemum. It must have been difficult to procure."

Zhao Yunlan's eyes brightened with that cursory recognition, though the realization that Shen Wei would of course know such a thing as a professor of classics was like being excited a mathmetician could count. But hearing his ancient names on those soft lips set his heart into a racing, wild gallop that he could only be dragged along with to oblivion.

Boldly, his hand reached out to rest upon Shen Wei's, expertly avoiding the red pen still lodged firmly in his fingers to slip his own within the creche of hiis grasp. The thought of Shen Wei drinking the flowers of his mountain, the soul of his ancient, primodial power within him could not have thrilled him any more completely. "Let's share a cup together one day?" he asked, his voice shamefully hopeful. But even after a hundred centuries and a hundred lives, his relic, archaic heart still knew nothing but hope.

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

Hiyaaa! my brain is proper mush after this chapter, so i’m just sharing whatever i wrote down while reading this 👁️👄👁️

It’s stupidly cute how Matty’s just incapable of languages and it kind of reminded me of one of my favourite scenes ever!! Pretty early on, when Matty tells Ross about the constellations while they’re both on the roof (and i believe way too high to be on a roof), when Matty’s just spreading misinformation but Ross holds back from correcting him because he’s too cute. I love how Ross finally corrects Matty 😂 Unfortunately I can very much relate to Matty in regards to French, I took French for 5 years and I can barely speak it , mais c’est comme ça (i did not look up whether that’s even correct, i will die like a man 💀)

Mr. Rigby…. fuck

I love Darren

“You’re so hot when you speak Italian.” Matty please Ross is always hot 🤭

example a) “He pulls Matty in there with him, pressing him against the warm brick wall. “Are you saying you’d fuck Mr. Rigby?” he asks, his lips grazing the side of Matty’s neck.” 👁️👄👁️ fucking hell

example b) every fucking time Ross is exploring the side of himself that will one day become (Rolex) Daddy Ross

“[…] Which does sometimes make Ross wonder what on earth he’s doing with him.” ROSS BABY PLEASE

okay i’m suddenly very glad i had to take french, i’m giggling

LUCA IS JUST THE SWEETEST AHHH I LOVE HIM

he deserves the world and they all deserve to love openly and loudly 😭

okay i might have been too invested to write anything down until “That’ll be fifty quid,” and then remembered that i am in fact writing down things while reading so i don’t forget to talk about them 🙃 like i texted you immediately when reading that, i didn’t only giggle, i laughed out loud 😂

(it happened again right after that)

“I’m not interested in a life without you. Or the band.” okay.. way to make me cry? pardon me??

THE TEACHERS UGGGHHHHH LOVE

i’m. so. normal. about. the. church.

I THINK YOU SHOULD HAVE A SNOG

MATTY YOU EVIL DRUNK BASTARD 💀💀💀

Woah. A true rollercoaster of emotions. I’m incredibly soft for the two, especially in all those tender moments. I don’t even have words right now, but the thrill of Matty being onto something 👁️👄👁️

Again, I loved every second of this. Holy shit, you never fail to entertain and amaze me ❤️

Helloooo ✨

Matty's ineptitude at languages opposed to Ross's try-hard attitude is probably one of my favourite elements in this whole chapter so I am very glad you picked up on it 😭 and yes, Ross is definitely coming into his own and evolving into the early stages of (Rolex) Daddy Ross 🌚 again, very pleasant stuff to write.

Darren is currently my fave side character and Mr Rigby is very much inspired by me having the hots for You Know Who, so I'm glad you're on board with that too. he's just A Lot and unapologetically gay and I love him dearly. I had to give the teachers some entanglement because of course I did. I think I may have started seeding that since chapter 1, actually 👀

and yes, Ross is affectionate, hot AND hilarious :) the full package, seriously.

the church bit, I owed it to them and to myself for the irreparable psychological damage that Fleabag caused when I watched it 5 years ago. I'm glad it went down well 🌚

Matty is an evil bastard and his demon twink tendencies get multiplied by about 1000 when he's drunk. he knew exactly what he was doing (or did he? 👀)

thank you so much for taking the time to send this in, I've already told you but I appreciate it immensely 💖💖💖

[roseprincesskristina]

Trick Or Sweet ((Vamp!Yami x Yugi))

((Heyo, boils and ghouls! I'm back from slight inactivity IRL writing my very first Halloween fan fiction featuring Puzzleshipping! Hope y'all enjoy this spookly sexy story, if you dare... Mwa ha ha ha ha! JK. Happy Halloween, guys! 😊✌��👻😈🌙🍬🍭🍫

Midnight. An interestingly bootiful dark shaded atmosphere sided along the graceful pearl painted luminary quietly emerges itself with utter serene by pure ascendance after a cheerful recent brass daylight pouring downward its endless heaven like brighten rays upon Mother Earth including every single denizen that lingers aimlessly within it, lacking any launchful speeding rush without proper patience or forcefully attempting to hasten this environmental nightfall whatsoever.

Tranquilly flooding such a luminous stating background about several emerald sheened insects, simply putting it as flashing fireflies, lighting up their adorably miniature bottoms at a silent medium decorating every area encircling the celestial sphere, an earthly ball located into a historical galaxy, with a friendly non toxic vegetative peaceful light show for an entire noiseless dim scenery, which is the treasured night.

Embraced ever so nearly including dearly from not only this unrambunctious shadowy skied natureland, however the traveling invisible waves that caused more trees alongside their leaves to become swayed smoothly. Placing its nontransparent palms unto all objects inside municipalities followed with poacher free meadows just to coolly caress them even gently and sensibly at once.

Onto this upcoming spooktacular occasion, obviously realized as Halloween risen onward an early horizon, additional squeaking bats have began to flutter everywhere into accumulated groups above the cloudless sky increasing their flighted quickness normally other than different airborne creatures such as happily morning birds of dayshine.

Seconded with a soothing cry of the mountain wolf blowing out its songful howl toward an angelic gem of a a full moonlight as an offering to make this evening write a warming smile upon its nonexistent expression. Never forgetting, in fact, that the duskly canine's decent howling song can also be a sign for this bone chilling event as well.

Traveling elsewhere over the humongous town of Domino City, Japan, homeland to all generational Duelists both beginners as well as professionals likely combined as one, millions of normal citizens are indulging their worried free lives at harmony's mercy, completely dressed up within different costumes to go as classical horror beasts, mascots, princesses, cartoon/video game characters, or of course, as popularly usual to training card gamers, Duel Monsters.

Joyfully commemorating this very frightful holiday alongside enthusiastic children who are superly thrilled to enjoy an all out fun trick or treating throughout the streets especially to stores in order to obtain extra sugary sweets. Unlike a few ordinary folks that never celebrated this bone chilling festivity due to them into pondering about having awful nightmares about petrifiying monstrosity, or perhaps not to feel like joining in the creepily occasion for some reason.

Standing outside the collector's card/gaming establishment alone on a doorstep known as Kame Game properly own by a youthful lad's archeological grandfather, Solomon Moto, a young man named Yugi Moto, famously realized by everyone and his friends around town as the legendary King of Games, can finally achieve absolute ease from dueling mercilessly encountered foes beside the permanent trek ahead for him previously few decades ago since he as well as his 5,000 year old spirit partner Yami Yugi, who was now King Atem according to his return to the Spiritual Realm due to the Ceremonial Duel in Cairo Egypt, have fought their path throughout gruesome challenges easily and intensively with all their joined might as well as an endless power of friendship so powerful enough to overcome beastly odds that were hurled against them.

Accompanied by each other's blazing courage seconded with righteous kindness magically transformed two attributes together into an ultimate unfathomable blade of friendship held with dual hands wielding in complete combination, there will be absolutely nothing, not even the obstacles of hardship, could cease the heroic duo of flaying off anything that blocks their path which lead them onward to their true destiny.

Afar of Duelist Kingdom, Battle City, Atlantis, to Grand Championship, their indestructible bonding sword shall never, ever think about throwing inward a towel or attempting to chip off its own sharpen tip by jamming itself to the harden stone just to kick the unwanted fragile stained bucket as symbolization of utter surrender.

Lastly, tonight at last, the kind hearted duel emperor, now within his youngful adulthood, can actually gain proper serenity that awaited his gentle presence for eternity to arrive before him, welcoming the Magician user with its wide revealing hands by embracing his fairly anatomy using its calming nighted breeze encircling all over him while patting on his cute little cheeks as well as caressing the brass bangs of his tri color spiked dough.

Meanwhile he himself aims his innocent violet pupils directly upward at the blackened blue surface swarming of crystal themed glistening stars winking downward at the lately adolescent cinnamon roll of a Duelist, who then, responded forward severally numbered dippers by a thankful grin arranging in his faultless expression being entirely back from a really extended trip hence the triumphant conclusion about the dreadful cesspool that was the Shadow Realm.

"Ahhhhh..... Boy, it feels really nice to have some peace and quiet around the city of Domino. Despite all the incredible challenges I fought so far ahead, thanks to the Pharaohs help. We really did make an awesome team throughout our previous adventures together, even with the bonds of true friendship that'll never be separated too easily. It's been stronger before, and now, it grows even more powerful than before." Yugi said, remaining his normal smile permanently glued unto his face during the wonderful memories he closely cherished with an Egyptian sovereign he nearly bonded alongside.

"Still. After all the rough duels me and Atem had together during my recent travels with him, I really missed him so much. He's like the older brother to me that I never had in my family."

The invisible puffy white air shoots out of his mouth as he noiselessly whistle a sad sigh, a crowned Duel Monster champion kept up his gaze to the pleasantly night sky observing the connected constellation of his most treasured lover of Ancient Egypt.

Placing his hand freely over his chest where the cherished bravery of the great Pharaoh was gifted deeply inside Yugi's heart, ruminating this fantasized sensation about the masculine palms of his former partner slithering across his body as if he was truly present behind him.

Furthermore, he would also inaugurated to the imaginative state having his cleared glimmering lips puckered halfway for a yearnful passionate smooch as a reunited tradition whenever his true love could occurred exactly at front where he stood, responding his kiss within sheer connection toward the rudeless vessel.

Extremely farther into a dream sequence slightly away of reality, advancing his steps directly forward to seek for his perfect love life he always thought about quatidiously in his mind everyday. Or otherwise, beyond eternally than daily.

"Atem.... Why did you have to go? We could've stayed with each other forever without going in our separate ways, or even trying to say goodbye.... I know you have your memories back, but... I want you to be with me... By my side again like you always do.... In fact, I need you in my life... More than anything else in the world for that matter.... Just you and me.... Together..... As true partners in love... Forever...."

Back inside the gaming store due to his "usually active night stroll" around the criminal free municipality as well as through a park within the center of Halloween, a friendly spirited Moto had finished every single daily chore that required to be done immediately as to being reminded by his kindly hearted grandparent/Duel Monster mentor, who is now living into Domino Town Retirement Home for elderly folks such as himself right after giving his beloved grandson an opportunity to treat his tutorial card shop as his own, practicing with great care as well as responsibility by following in his footsteps.

Secondly, he offered a bowl of irresistible candy apaced with chocolate to all young trick or treaters that came here for delectable treats, wishing them a scary Happy Halloween while the kids departed to another house for more sweets as he watched them enjoy a wonderfully spooky holiday in company of a caring smile drawn on his face.

Setting all numberly quotidian errands additioned with an alphabetical card sorting in a neatly cleansed order, also eating a hardy meal stored into a fridge afterwards carefully aside, the ex Milennium Item possessor have decided to lend himself an exhausted curing bath while heading upstairs to the bathroom stretching his lengthy arms from every hard work he has completed around the gaming distract/household.

Becoming the compassionate dueling hero of destiny placing his own existence ahead of others first than himself for their important safety against a tornado of darkness could be really tiresome sometimes, but to him, it was well worth the effort of saving both the world especially those he trustingly cares for surrounding him.

Calmingly lounging deep inside the warm steam bathtub showering himself with pleasant relaxation moistening up his sensitive body top to bottom alongside water, the spiky maned sweetheart sings out a soothing sigh escaping nicely instead of quickly from his mouth as the friendly mid heated water performs its decent comfort atop of his whole mildly physique dual hands as well as feet altogether.

While this time, he gladly does an advantage by scooping up some slight balmed H2O from the restroom minipool, rising himself out of the seating position in a normal paste lifting both palms into half air, then politely pours it all over the shiny slim figure followed with his multi shaded locks washing away those rancid stench lines called overanxiety and worriness rightly off of him.

"Mmmm.... Much better.... Pretty hot, though... But really, really tempting too...." He silently relieved, feeling himself like a brand new man than easily heretofore during his late adolescent years.

Finally thankful of taking a "welcome home/good afternoon" ablution, he exited out the cleansing room fully clothed into his fauxed Kuriboh bathrobe acting as a cozy drying attire for the courteous duel emperor as it pastely absorbs several waterdrips from his youthly anatomized form.

Before proceeding toward his bedroom, he must be accurately certain that the front door downstairs requires to be locked shut against intruders siding along robbers. Yet assuredly, there are absolutely no greed loving hoodlums such as the Rare Hunters to become revealed in sight. Which is positively a symbolism of gracious ease.

"Grandpa always warn me about letting bad people in our house without caution. Luckily that won't happen again in the future. I hope..."

Upstairs back in the bedroom before getting prepared for a peacely slumber as Yugi combs his huge needle like hair dough, not to mention the golden bangs, regularly in front of the circular length mirror noiselessly humming to himself without a care.

Gazing toward the adorably handsome reflection of himself looking undoubtedly purified as a neatly reborn angel resigning itself of the insufferable devil too permanently ago, until an unexpected shower drip from one yellow strand slothly descends downward into a half open comfort robe landing upon his spotless chest to the nipple.

Gasping embarrassingly within an indoor tone excluded of extreme loudness, but secretly finds it extraordinarily sensual while his cheeks have been invaded by a sneaky brush of blossom pink, he took two hands from his sides hovering on the bathrobe then normally unveils his tendering chest directly to the reflected object where the water drop from an earlier relaxing bath should be located somewhere.

Hardly in his young adulterated life would he ever trained himself to perform such kinky activities that involved self pleasure, which is especially right now indicating his mysterious privacy. Although, when it really comes to the gentlemanly charming Pharaoh, he refuses to become the effortless victim of predatory insecurities anymore as the smooth hand started to make a complete stop unto his chest, offering it with a swell thirsty massage on every part of his torso caressing himself all so pleasingly.

"M...Mmmm~... Mmm~... Oh my~.... Mmm~... Mmmmph~.... My god, I feel so.... So warm and peaceful inside~.... Like the Pharaoh's gentle courageous flames dancing up and down my spine so graciously in my body~... Burning up completely on my pure defenceless skin, but in a good way~..." He silently moaned during a secretive deep self cleansing task the dueling guru performs on himself, stroking smoothly around his body.

Nuzzling continuously all onto own his bare figure lacking any shameful regrets of transparenting the body whatsoever, the second fantasy position escort him evenly farther than an early dream he had while remaining outside the game parlor. Seeking himself into the unknown yet familiar grasps roping surroundingly on his waist by a dauntless being snuggling closely to his previous vessel of an irreplaceable lover.

This questionable silhouette who clings himself within an endless embrace to Yugi have possess the similar looks, pride, heroism, masculinity, even an overwhelming sensation of a consensual warmth as Atem. Trekking his strong passionable hands on his medium short partner following his slightly evolved muscular body above as well below in a soothingly ravishing pace.

Hurling out more craving moans climbing afar of his lungs while the seducing shadow pleases his host incredibly beyond further, until surprisingly as sudden, straight back in a real world where Yugi Moto was self moisturizing on his own life other than only the physical being, the returning ripped arms encircles him calmly and nearly in a decently comforting cuddle instantly behind him without the star shape haired youngster gaining absolute notice about his dreamy mate in non existent armor.

Tenderly rotating his total anatomy from the mirror then having him face toward his mystery stud who had unexpectedly appeared out of magic presently before him, lying both of his mild chilling hands onto his lovable comrade's precious little baby cheeks attempting his best not to cast an accidental scar across them with his obsidian claws.

Steadily extended his manly lips straightly over Yugi's hearing part giving him the most unbelievable beguiling dracularic hiss forwardly into his ear by a quieter minimum, causing the slighted amount of unintendedly aroused goosebump linings to finally become summoned partially from his lover's spirit more instead of the body alone.

"Ohhhh~... Pharaoh~.... Oh Pharaoh, the way you hiss deeply in my ear~.... It makes me want to release my awaken thirst for your strong, fearless arms roping around my weak little body in your full protection~.... Mmmm~.... Mmmm, what's even better is that if you're here beside me, pressing your perfect thin lips against my neck~...."

Once again, the half pinted seductee tweets his pleaseful little heart out via additional gliding words of "moans" attached of wings flutter everywhere in this lightly dark bedroom, timely unclothing himself of his liquid absorbent Kuriboh robe with slow motion, but never figuratively.

Tossing it aside as the cloak parachutes safely on the blanketed mattress covering less of his Duel Monster plush toys he snuggles alongwith at night like tonight, due to his childish eyes remaining shut like the window shade, the shadowy person smirked flirtatiously toward the young man's gorgeously flashed physicality of a body ultimately before his crimson peepers glowing brightly in a deadening blackness.

Neglecting on an average normal waltz that humanitarian mortals do in order to apprehend his beautiful prize frontly, he unconditionally swifted over to the naked semi adult allowing the cape engirding his harmless back as well as buttocks very elegantly.

Until a surprise sudden discovery just as the merciful Moto could finally opened his big kawaii eyelids excluding any rush nonetheless, the beaming pillar of a moonlight phases through a glass window aiming advancively toward the similar unblemished gentlemanly expression that the Dark Magician user ponders all the time in his lively existence 24/7 in Domino. Rearranging differently from a quenchable seducted grin to an "I have returned to you" smile within his bonely cheeked face disregarding any doubt whatsoever, witnessing Yugi being outstandingly lovely with zero attire onto him, he spoke by a crisp baritone.

"Trick or treat~...." Spoke an anonymous silhouette, who has appeared mysteriously from nowhere into the late tween's bedroom while possessing him in its less shiveringly burly grasps.

"P...Pharaoh? Is that...really you...?" Responded the brass banged whippersnapper, slowly reeling himself out of the sensual ruminating state just to carefully lend his ear to the familiar bassing voice.

"Good evening, Yugi. We meet again. How are you doing tonight? Regardless that you are no longer a child you have once were ever since our first and last encounter several years ago. Did you miss me?"

Just then, while hearing his vigorously deepened voice inserting thoroughly at the ears to Yugi's ruminative brain patting rapidly on his cerebellum nervings alike the pair of bongos, he looks up to Yami shockingly with drowning jubilated tears overcoming his sockets.

Without patience to pin him down on a ground or wall, he joyfully ran upward as well as onward to the whitely paled skin Egyptian King due to the early wishful thoughts into his noggin heretofore his lengthening lover's stealthily arrival, granting more than one reunited hug by lonesome, but also a romantically sweet kiss.

"Oh Pharaoh. I can't believe you're really back. It must be a miracle to see you again. Especially..." He paused, yanking himself away of the deeply welcome back smooch then observes his boyfriend's strange yet honestly sexy vampiric form.

Atem calmly comprehended his loving vessel's curiosity toward this dashing new feature, not to mention the long magnificent cloak which formerly wrapped around him from the start. He chuckled fairly.

"Yes, my dear partner. It was but a long story that I will gladly share you for later. But right now, it is Halloween, isn't it? That's why I'm posing as the actual vampire. Well, a very sexy vampire, of course..."

Revealing his godly steeled six packed abs centered within an incredibly luscious high neck sleeveless gothic midriff hugging his averagingly see through chest to the five pointed headed youngling, he chortled sexually and winked at him.

For the second time ever unlike the untimely first, an entire mercifully physical anatomy of Yugi has began to redden so greatly it will succeed faster as the cerise shade skyrocket instantaneously like a boiling blazing pot of water increases the miniature thermostat's temperature as of crazy.

His untroubled heart has activated the repeatable thumping rhythm while becoming extraordinarily smothered into love struck blush on the outside, swallowing awkwardly within an absence of fainting down onto the blue purplish soft carpeted floor easily as he rubs the back of his head chuckling awkwardly.

"Y...Yeah.... It really is a spooky month to celebrate, after all.... Despite... Well... Umm... I mean, you look really, really handsome in your costume..... Ahhh! I mean...."

Seemingly to the Caironian hunk cladded into a gothly shade of flawless begrime, his beloved nervous wreck is still stuck in the flushing position during his guard being obviously caught off by the man's erotic featuristics definitely before him. Which made the loin hearted king sketch a stimulating smirk on his unscathed face.

Sauntering onwardly to the anxious stuttering machine of a game meister twirling one bang with his finger seductively accompanied by a tongue performing a window wiping like style as it moists his lips beholding the wondrously white fangs to use for love bites than actual ones later, he spoke toward Yugi with a smoothly fainted, however in a turned on type of fashion.

"He he he he he~... Oh, my dear sweet little Yugi~.... You do know that there's no need to be very anxious and uncomfortable when you're around someone you may or may know in public~... It can easily place you and your adorable little body at harm's risk If you don't take good care of yourself immediately~.... However~...."

Nearing his mouth thricely closer over to his beloved "victim's" earhole to offer his enchantedly bass like tone whisper while casting quite a bewitching spell inflicting upon as well as trapped internally to prevent his movements from go freely, the vampiric pleasure seeker wrings his arms across Yugi's sensitive spotted area, or thin neck, offering him the foremost metaphorical sensuality known to mankind.

"I, for one, and one alone, shall gladly settle your innocent little life into a pleasant minimum, just for you~... Because to me, I find your delicate kindness, as well as your unconditional embarrassment, lingering inside your beautiful body, utterly and ultimately.....sexy~..."

"O...Oh my~...."

Almost about to forsaken his consciousness while being overwhelmed by the Pharaoh's inescapably enticed beguilement that can be of usage to overpower the hearts of younger females of all kinds across this planet of a home, an impenetrable strawberry shade overtook the late teenage cinnamon roll's lively physique than at the inauguration, having to be brought closely over to the passionate ruler while escorted with his tall dream boat's righteous hand groping around his back to the waist, due to his awkward lack of undergarments that forgot to put, yet Atem prefers him as sexually nude for his interested taste during in a center of their cherished privacy alone into a dim lighted bedroom.

Their chests have began to meet as well as reunite with each other to a warmly embracive connection followed by Yugi and Pharaoh Atem mimicking the similar action, additionally alongside their softly rough nipples conjoining at each other within divine unison appreciating one another's feelings while they are commenced into a harmonious grind against themselves in absolute luxuriousness.

Both of their eyes uniquely matched to each other's observance about how much they gratefully adore, trust, befriended, value, yet mostly above everything else, to shamelessly fall in love with once another so long as they treasure with one's shared personalities so dearly into their hearts permanently, never wanting to throw it away, casting the object afar, nor intended to fastly turns their backs on it especially attempting to reject the emotion right away.

"Pharaoh~... Do you remember the last time you told me about storing your bravery into my heart to remember you by during the Ceremonial Duel~...? Well, I used it to lotion my body and myself to keep you inside me forever~...." Yugi confessed frankly with a flush, still hugging his towering lover around the thickenly muscled neck.

The Pharaoh, on the other hand, thought of his dearly precious vessel as a filthy little boy who deserves such a bittersweet punishment for disobeying his hot master, but in a real world, he also inherits the young chosen one's special kindness deeply in his audacious heart as well, into the course of his royal abode, The Egyptian Palace, right after an arduous journey to reclaim his scatter memories of himself as the proper heir to the throne.

"I'm truly aware about our endless adventures together in order to retrieve my lost memories, Yugi~... And yes, I know that we both inherited each other's personality as a learning experience for the both of us during our conversation in the center of our duel before my departure to the Spirit Realm~... As for the last part you said, it really stimulates my harden body thus vastly when you cleansed yourself for me~... Secondly, you have already gained my full trust since the first time we met, and you still earned it today~.... You're more than my righteous comrade, Yugi~.... And in truth, you're also my one true soulmate~...."

"Atem~..... I... You mean the world to me, too~ Especially all my life and my thoughts whenever I'm all alone as a child before I met you~..... We've always been an inseparable team throughout our toughest challenges together~.... Big or small, there's nothing more powerful than not only the unending bond of friendship, but also our unhindered love~....."

"Yugi~.... As always, you are absolutely correct about friendship, and also about the second truest force that this world requires more, is love~.... The most important force and affection we all possessed in history regardless of so much hatred~.... That is what utterly matters in life~... Which also includes you, my darling partner~..."

"Oh Atem~ My sweet and strong Atem... I'm just so glad you're finally here with me again~.... Even though I haven't notice your presence behind me earlier, but still~.... I don't want to live in a world without you forever and I never will~...."

"I too, have missed you and your kind hearted naturism the most, Yugi~.... None shall ever matter to me in life so long as it involves you, remaining closer to my side without trying to practice foolish segregation~......"

Two gentle faces began to romantically approach toward each other in a softer paste with both irises have been decorated of heavenly brightness placing countable smooches on one another's cheek leaving infinite markings to describe as personal property including a warning against those who are intending to steal away their soulmate by aggressive punition ((force)).

Their noses kindly bumped into one another, instead of a united embrace or saying their non talkative greetings but to gift each other a cutely booked Eskimo kisses followed into a cuddling nudge like double pairs of fluffy love puppies.

"And I'll always attach myself and my body to you~... And only you, instead of anyone else~.... My handsome king~...."

"Mmm~... I gratefully appreciate your truthful concerns for me, for I too, shall gradually luxurate you and your "fragile" body into a proper instant~... With not only my pureful soul alone, but also.....with my raw impervious body....combining alongside your sweet...innocent figure....for all eternity~....."

Pushing down the irritable patient sign out of the way as well as incinerating its pesky existence into certified nothingness from trying to cause a ruin upon this noiseless yet very tenderizing moment at the scenery of Halloween, their separated lips shall begin their advancement toward each other with both bodies merging nearly into a sesualtive envelopment sided of their hairless pecs as well as the cotton coated nipples mashing against themselves caringly.

"Kiss me~.... Pharaoh Atem~..." The benevolent dueling hero within clear nudity whispered.

"Your true wish, shall forevermore become my command~... Yugi Moto~...." Responded the scarlet eyed alter ego, enfolding his valuable human source closely into his muscularly arms.

With everything that involves reunions, felicitations, embraces, including a usual friendly encounters for which it recently occurs into the past as well as present followed along the soon-to-be future, sliding somewhere to the side afar of barricading a romantic scene, the Duel Monster twosome have finally inserted their lips into calming completion that will surely be a fantastic memory to look upon.

Letting the elegantly pillaring shone of this similar moonshine forming itself as an awe inspiring spotlight such as the ones onto a stageplay/theatre in auditoriums as well as those that use at the jailhouse, "intruded" the window glass like before to beautifully beam its lighting upon the majestic couple locking mouths so endlessly into utter halcyon severing unwanted interrupting from attempting to realize the delightful night for as infinitely as possible, even within Yugi's pleasant dreams as well.

Savoring each other's breaths inside this midst of an environmental love making as well as tongue osculation, the two coupling birds are within the enjoyment of one's balming company sealing themselves afar from the outside world, while they indulge their very own spookalicious seclusion alone with each other. All moonnight long.

"I love you so much, Pharaoh~...." Moaned the philanthropic violet eyed individual.

"Mmmmm~.... I love you even more also, Yugi~.... " Replied the masculined emperor.

Into a decent conclusion, all of the guiltless surfacedwellers within this crook free townsquare that is Domino City, are remaining in their peace keeping lives once more, showing a thankful sign about zero threatening confrontations to behold any frightening concerns whatsoever. For the flawless nightrise has still regained its blissful beauty other than only timeless youth alone, everybody else can now indulge a scarily fun holiday in complete euphoria as one speaks.

As for both Yugi Moto, comfortably accompanying with the Pharaoh, Yami/Atem, they too, are admiring one another's rapturing tranquility focusing upon their pleasurable needings about staying closely by their safe side for the rest of their existences. Resuming yet again of the second love making ceremony onto the Deck Summoners' non stressable mattress entrapping themselves inside an insegregated restful position underneath a spotlighting moon sheen, enjoying their very own sexual Halloween secrecy with a refusal to depart or flee from one's protective shadow only to remain beside once another affectionately as a favorable delicious treat.

"Happy Halloween, my king~..."

"And to you as well, my lovely partner~... "

The End

[pxnsneverland]

Autumn Roses | Young Ian x OC (part 1)

plot summary: As a half black half white slave in colonial North Carolina, Rose has struggled with her place in the world. After her mother's death in childbirth and finding out that the recently deceased River Run plantation master was her father, the mistress of River Run, Jocasta Cameron, took her in treating her as more of a daughter than a slave. Jocasta educated and raised Rose with no one outside the house ever being the wiser. But the arrival of Jocasta's nephew Jamie Fraser and his wife Clare threaten to turn Rose's world upside down especially when they bring along their bright haired, blue eyed nephew Ian Murray.

pairings: Young Ian x OC

fandom: Outlander

word count: 2286

warnings/notes: Hey guys! I've had this Outlander fan fiction idea for awhile and I finally put pen to paper so to speak. I hope you all enjoy it! And those of you that know me from my Elvis fan fiction, no worries. I'm still writing it and will be updating soon :) 

Chapter 1: The Fateful Meeting

               River Run was not a locale where one could expect to encounter a plethora of thrilling events. Each day followed a set routine, a carefully crafted plan. Each individual was aware of their designated position. All but myself, I presume. There wasn't much of a place for negros in North Carolina society. They were considered slaves or possessions by the affluent white individuals who possessed the financial means to acquire them. I, too, followed in the footsteps of my mother, as countless others have done before me. From the moment of my birth, I was thrust into the cruel and inhumane world of slavery. Yet, despite my lowly status, I was afforded a modicum of respect and deference that set me apart from my fellow slaves. The circumstances surrounding my birth were shrouded in mystery, as my mother had passed away during delivery. It was not until years later that I was able to uncover the identity of my father, and the reasons behind my unique position as a lighter-skinned slave who resided within the household rather than toiling in the fields alongside my peers. Upon the passing of Master Cameron, I was summoned by his wife, Jocasta Cameron, at the tender age of eight. It was then that she imparted upon me the knowledge of my origins - a child born of a man who wielded his power over his possessions. Devoid of any offspring to call her own, she developed a fondness for my company. From that moment forward, my status shifted from that of a mere slave to that of a ward, receiving a different kind of treatment. Under the veil of secrecy, within the confines of River Run's protective isolation, Mistress Cameron imparted upon me a wealth of knowledge and skills. She taught me the art of reading and writing, the importance of proper speech, the intricacies of chess, the melodies of the piano, and any other subject that she would have typically taught her own flesh and blood. Tears streamed down my face as I contemplated the plight of my brethren who toiled ceaselessly in the fields and within the confines of the main house. For I, too, was akin to them - a mere possession adorned with precious jewels. In due course, I succumbed to the monotony of everyday life, much like the masses. However, my place left much to be desired, and the apprehension of never discovering my rightful place consumed me, as if such a haven was merely a figment of my imagination.   

On a stunning autumn day, I made the decision to settle beneath the grand oak tree in my front yard. With a book in hand, I whiled away the hours in peaceful solitude. Mistress Cameron sat on the porch, accompanied by her attendant Ulysses. He was a slave who assisted her in all her endeavors, given her blindness. Despite residing in the house slave quarters, he was treated almost as well as I. However, I had been granted my own room years ago, located in a separate wing of the house, far from any visitors who might chance upon it. I sensed the unwavering gaze of Mistress Cameron upon me, despite her lack of visual confirmation. Her admiration for me was so profound that I made every effort to avoid disappointing her. With my head bowed and my lips sealed, I remained hidden as instructed. The stakes were high, for if anyone were to discover that Mistress Cameron was imparting her knowledge upon me and treating me with her customary kindness, both she and I would face certain death.

            The day was a delight, with the gentle autumn breeze causing small ripples to form along the river nearby. The season of autumn had always held a special place in my heart. The leaves underwent a stunning transformation, displaying a vibrant array of colors. The fruits of one's labor were bountifully harvested. Perhaps I could have continued to relish the moment, were it not for the gradual approach of a boat traversing the river, its sound growing ever louder. With haste, I rose from my spot and sought refuge behind the towering tree, ensuring that I remained concealed from the body of water. The boat glided past me before coming to a halt just a stone's throw away from the walkway leading up to the house. I cautiously poked my head out, curious to catch a glimpse of the unexpected visitor. Anticipating the arrival of esteemed guests at River Run, I envisioned the likes of the governor, a soldier, or a lord, among the customary high-ranking individuals who graced us with their presence. In lieu of that, my gaze fell upon a towering, robust Scottish gentleman in the prime of his life, boasting locks of hair so fiery that they appeared to ignite in the sun's rays. He gallantly assisted a slender woman, who appeared to be slightly senior to him, in disembarking from the vessel. Her hair, pinned to the back of her head, was almost as curly as mine. Her skin was as pure as freshly fallen snow, unmarred by any imperfections, unlike that of so many other women. As she emerged from the boat, her gracefulness was striking.

Mistress Jocasta had risen from her seat, bringing Ulysses along with her. She now stood before them, a smile adorning her countenance. “Jamie. Welcome to River Run.”

            Jamie respectfully nodded his head. “Auntie Jocasta.” With a gallant gesture, he removed his hat and bestowed upon her a graceful bow.

            With open arms, Mistress Jocasta welcomed him into her embrace. Accepting her invitation, he embraced her tightly, conveying through the hug the length of time that had passed since their last meeting. “Blessed be,” she whispered softly, “You’ve grown to be a giant. That’ll be the Mackenzie blood flowing through ye.”

            A soft smile graced Jamie's lips. “I was no more than a bairn when you last saw me. Had nowhere to go but up.”

            So, the individual in question was Jamie. Mistress Cameron had devoted considerable time to recounting to me the tales of her family's history in Scotland and her formative years. Jamie, the youngest son of her sister Ellen, had been a name that had reached my ears. Mistress Cameron spoke of him in a manner akin to how she conversed with Ulysses about me, as if he were her very own offspring. Finally, I had the pleasure of putting a face to the name.

             “I recall ye had a most gorgeous heid of red hair,” she remarked, “Oh, how yer mother adored you.”

            “She adored you as well. Always spoke of you wi’ love.”

            “I miss her still.”

            “As do I,” he replied. Jamie hesitated for a moment before proceeding, “Ah, Auntie, may I present my wife Claire?”

            With a confident stride, Claire advanced towards Mistress Cameron, who lowered her head in deference. A smile appeared on Claire's lips. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mistress Cameron.” Her English heritage piqued my interest slightly. The union of a Scotsman and an English woman was a rare sight indeed.

            “Oh, I hope you’ll call me Auntie, dear. We are kin after all.”

            “Of course,” Claire replied with a soft chuckle, “Auntie it is then.”

            “It’s lovely to meet you, Claire.” Mistress Cameron enveloped her upper arms with a warm embrace.

All of a sudden, a boy emerged and began to make his way up the path, catching my attention as I had not previously noticed his presence on the boat. He appeared to be no older than myself, perhaps even the same age of 16. With his lengthy blonde locks neatly tied back, his complexion, which was of a light hue, glistened with perspiration from diligently transferring their possessions from the vessel. With a wide and sincere grin, he drew near. The sight of that smile was enough to elicit a reciprocal grin from anyone who caught a glimpse of it. His striking good looks caused my heart to flutter uncontrollably, and I desperately willed it to cease its erratic beating.

            Ian. His name perfectly complemented his countenance - unassuming and charming.

            Ian clutched a bushel of wildflowers in his hands. “I’m very pleased to meet ye, Great-Aunt Jocasta.” He extended the bouquet of flowers towards her.

            “Ye’re welcome, lad.” You are most welcome, young man. I realized when she didn't take the flowers that Ian probably didn't realize she was blind. After all, he had never laid eyes on her.

            Ulysses came to the rescue, his voice a soft whisper in Mistress Cameron's ear as he spoke of the flowers that Ian had presented to her. As the realization dawned on her, her eyes widened with a sudden spark of understanding. Without hesitation, she reached out and took hold of the bushel, her fingers curling around it with a sense of purpose. “Thank you kindly, Ian. Forgive me. It is a long time since my sight had left me, though I still see shapes and shadows.”

            “I’m sorry to hear, Great-Auntie.” His countenance reflected the genuine distress he felt upon receiving the news. His kindness was palpable.

            “Oh, fear not, lad. It has been a blessing. I am now gifted with hearing that would be the envy of many a gossip, and the ability to sent truth from lies, if ye catch my meanin’.” His face lit up with a smile. Mistress Cameron spoke the truth. Throughout the duration of our acquaintance, she had consistently refused to regard her lack of sight as a hindrance. She navigated her surroundings with remarkable ease, almost as if she possessed perfect vision. Ulysses, her trusted companion, provided only sporadic assistance. I held great admiration for her actions. In that moment, a canine hastily approached Ian, positioning itself by his side with an uncontainable wag of its tail. With a joyful bark, he bid farewell to Mistress Jocasta and sprang off into the distance. “Oh goodness. Who have we there? Another acquaintance to be made.”

            With a quick movement of the eyes, Jamie stole a glance at Ian. “Young Ian’s…mongrel, Rollo. Take hold of your beast, lad.”

            With a nod, Ian chased after Rollo. No matter how hard he attempted to seize him, the dog darted beyond his grasp. A chuckle escaped my lips as I observed the comical sight of their cat-and-mouse game. Lost in my own amusement, I remained oblivious to Rollo's presence until he gently nudged the hem of my skirt from behind the tree. With a grin adorning his face, he patiently awaited my reaction. However, I found myself unable to respond. As Ian drew near, my heart nearly ceased beating, until he finally caught up to Rollo. “Rollo, you mangy beast, you can’t just go running off on Great-Auntie’s land.” He lifted his head to meet my gaze, his blue eyes widening as if he had just seen a ghost. Despite his pleasant demeanor towards Mistress Jocasta, I couldn't help but feel apprehensive about the potential harm he could inflict upon me. With a swift kick, I sent the book I had been engrossed in hurtling behind me, out of sight.

A lump had formed in my throat, impeding my breathing. Nonetheless, I persevered and managed to bow to him, my gaze fixed on the ground. “I’m sorry, Master Murray. I dinna mean to have any association with yer pet. Please forgive me.” At no other moment had I been as cognizant of the Scottish lilt that had been adopted from Mistress Cameron as I was presently.

Ian remained silent, leaving me on edge. I braced myself for any possible outcome, whether it be a physical altercation or an attack from his canine companion. My jaw tightened in anticipation. With a look of astonishment in his gaze, he uttered, “Ye’re the bonniest lass I’ve ever seen.”

My gaze was irresistibly drawn upwards, away from the ground. “What?”

Ian shook his head, as if to snap out of the current stream of consciousness that had been occupying his mind. “I’m sorry. I shouldna have been so forward. I’m Ian, Ian Murray.” In a swift motion, he grasped my hand and pressed his lips upon it with the grace of a chivalrous protagonist from a timeless tale. He bestowed upon me one of those smiles that had the power to make my heart flutter even from a distance. But now, as he stood before me, my heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

            As I was preparing to respond to him, my attention was diverted by the sound of my name being called out, “Rose!”

            With haste, I withdrew my hand from Ian's grip as Mistress Jocasta, accompanied by Jamie, Claire, and Ulysses, approached our vicinity. Mistress Jocasta's countenance betrayed a hint of displeasure, yet it was overshadowed by an air of apprehension. “I thought I told you to stay out of sight when we have company.”

            With a subtle movement, I placed my hands behind my back. “I was, Mistress Cameron, but Rollo…he found me…”

            “It was my fault, Great-Anutie,” Ian interjected, “I should have caught up wit’ Rollo before he went sniffin’ around.”

            Her fingers tightened around his shoulder. “It’s alright, lad.” A deep sigh escaped her lips. “We should all go inside. If you all are going to stay here awhile and since ye’re family, there are some things ye must know. I hope ye’ll keep an open mind.” Thus, we trailed after her as she led the way towards the main house. Ian strode alongside me, even though his legs surpassed mine in length. Every now and then, he cast a fleeting glance my way, but I refrained from reciprocating.

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[nakachuchu]

The Private Tutor | Sub! Oikawa Tooru (nsfw)

SYNOPSIS: AU - He's your private tutor, but there's not much tutoring happening behind locked doors.

READER: rich! female

INCLUDES: femdom, seduction, small age gap, mommy kink, overstimulation, edging, bit gag, bondage, blindfold, vibrator, anal plug, dog ears, handjob, choking, saliva, dacryphilia

WORDS: 1364

WRITTEN: 05/22/2021

NOTES: This is for @tobios-housewife femdom event! Make sure to check out everyone's work for the event! This fic didn't turn out as rough as I originally planned but my moods change too often lol. I was also debating between a milf reader or young adult, but I thought it was fun to see Oikawa submitting to someone even younger than him.

You came from a rich family, so your parents had the money to hire a private tutor for you. You had gone through many tutors because you were picky when you were younger.

When you were eighteen, in your last year of high school, you got a new private tutor to help you with your exams. His name was Oikawa Tooru and you were infatuated with him as a teenager.

It had started with simple touches to his upper thigh whenever he sat next to you. His glasses would start sliding down the bridge of his nose because of how hot and nervous he was.

He knew it was wrong. He was six years older than you, after all. But you were so alluring that it was hard for him to not be excited by the thought of you having your way with him.

You were all nice and bubbly on the outside with your family, so proper and elegant, but when you were with him, you were a seductress.

Of course, you never did anything, even though you were of age. You'd tease him and stop right before anything got too serious, but you didn't do it to be nice. You did it to get him riled up, trying to rope him further into your web.

Well, it seemed to work. Years later after you had gotten into college, Tooru had finally submitted to you.

Your parents were thrilled to hear that he was a tutor that you liked, so they still kept him around. If only they know what the two of you got up to during your tutoring sessions.

"Mmm—"

Tooru was underneath you with a bit gag in his mouth. There was a cloth blindfold tied over his eyes. His tears dampened the cloth and you could see his tears staining his cheeks.

He was tied to the bed in a starfish position, completely naked. There were fluffy dog ears on his head and a dog tail anal plug stuffed into his ass.

You were holding a vibrator to his cock, cooing and awing at how purple and swollen it was, only to take it away right before he was about to cum.

"How many times has that been? The third time?"

He cried out, muffled by the gag.

"I know, Tooru. It must be frustrating. When was the last time we saw each other? Hmm, two weeks ago? You must have been so eager to see me. Well, that's what I thought, but you seemed to be having fun with that girl today."

"Mhm, hmph—"

"Sorry, I couldn't quite catch that," you said as you turned up the level on the vibrator.

He tensed up, back arching off the bed and arms pulling against the ropes around his wrists for a moment before falling back onto the bed.

"Mother says I have a bad temper sometimes," you said with a wistful sigh. "That I'm spoiled. I'm not spoiled, right? I'm entitled to my own thoughts and opinions. Oops."

You quickly tore off the vibrator from his throbbing cock before he could cum. He cried out for you, thrashing and pulling against the restraints placed on him.

You turned off the vibrator and sat down on your ass, letting out a loud sigh. Tooru strained his ears, trying to listen to what you were going to do next.

"Maybe we should call it a day. You must be tired from your other tutoring sessions."

He clenched his fists, shaking his head in denial of your words. He didn't want to stop, even if you were mad at him today.

He didn't mean to make you jealous. She was just another student he was tutoring for money, but you were different. You were his and he was yours.

"No?"

You crawled over him and sat on his chest, then undid the bit gag. You pulled it away from his mouth, watching the way his saliva stretched until falling.

"M-Mommy, d-don't," he cried. "I'm s-sorry."

"Really now?"

You got off being called ‘Mommy.’ You liked being the one in charge—the one with authority.

He sniffled and nodded. "I didn't—didn't mean to. Mommy's the only one for me. P-Please, I wanna see you."

Tooru wasn't this submissive usually. To the public eye, he was an energetic and dominant playboy. Of course, he stopped his playboy ways after starting a relationship with you but old habits died hard. Occasionally, his mouth would accidentally say something flirty to someone else without realizing it.

"You wanna see me? Do you deserve that?" you asked.

"I-I'm sorry. P-Please!"

You were a sucker for tears and he had given enough of that today. You brushed your knuckles against his tear-stained cheeks.

"What would you do if my parents saw you like this? Aren't you supposed to be the tutor to their sweet daughter?"

"But—"

"Teach me something, baby."

You could see his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. Your knuckles wiped away his tears and your fingers played with the hem of the blindfold.

"The—The p-value is a p-proportion: if your p-value is 0.05, that means that—that 5% of the time, you would see a test statistic at least as extreme as the one you found if the null hypothesis was t-true."

"Really? How interesting," you murmured as you lifted the blindfold over his head.

You readjusted the dog ears on his head before finally looking at him. His teary eyes were blinking at you, drawn up sadly as he begged for your kindness.

You reached back and squeezed his cock with one hand. He bit down on his lip, forcing back his moan. Your other hand reached forward to tug his lip from his teeth.

"You'll ruin your pretty face," you said. "It's the only part of you I like right now."

"I'm—"

You wrapped your hand around his neck and squeezed it. He whimpered and you could feel his cock throb in your hand.

Your thumb pulled his jaw down by the chin, opening his mouth. You leaned over and gathered your spit in your mouth before spitting it into his mouth.

"I bet you're thirsty, dog."

He swallowed it eagerly, making you chuckle at how obedient he was. You turned around, facing his cock. He whined at not being able to see you, even though he had a good view of your ass pressed against his lower abdomen from behind.

You stroked his cock in one hand while your other hand slightly tugged on the anal plug. He moaned, hips arching and turning to tell you he wanted more.

You played with the plug stuffed in his ass, pulling it until it nearly came out, only to let his backside suck it back in like the slut he was.

"M-Mommy, p-please," he cried.

"I don't recall the phrase 'Mommy, please' being part of statistics," you said as you wrapped both hands around his cock.

Your hands felt hot around him. Your thumb swiped over the sensitive head of his cock. He hoped you would find some kindness in your heart to allow him to cum this time.

"Nngh—"

“Cumming already, baby?”

“Y-Yes, f-fuck, M-Mommy,” he cried.

“It's okay, baby. I'll let you cum this time.”

“Th-Thank y-you—G-God—Nngh—”

His cum shot out, and if your face had been any closer, you were sure it would have splattered onto your cheeks.

He was panting heavily beneath you. A trail of drool escaping the corner of his lips as your hands slowed down. He occasionally twitched and whimpered, hips shifting to throw your hands off him.

Your hands slipped away from his cock gently, then you turned around to face him with a soft smile on your face.

“What a good boy,” you cooed, a hand reaching out to pinch his cheek.

“Hmm.”

He leaned into your hand, nuzzling his cheek against it as you opened your palm out to him. You smiled and leaned in to kiss his tears away.

“If you had been good from the start, this would have never happened.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“It's all right, Tooru. Now, let's get started on the second round. Let's start off with a chemistry fact, okay?”

[renthony]

Is it just me, or is there a sudden uptick of people on this website who are straight up anti-kink? Like a stim blog I was following just updated their DNI and it now includes pro-kink? Like not, don't follow me if you're a nsfw blog, that I get if it makes someone uncomfortable, but straight up like, don't follow me if you're pro-kink (even singling out bdsm). Like, where is this all coming from? I'm seeing a lot of it in the stim community.

Disclaimer: I can’t really back these thoughts up, because they’re 100% based on my personal experience and observation. But --

God, absolutely. I personally blame the Porn Ban, which ran off all the sex workers and sex educators. A lot of users migrated to different platforms even if they weren’t NSFW bloggers, because the tumblr algorithms were flagging left and right and it was awful.

(Most SWers wound up on Twitter, which is starting to get more restrictive as well. And relying on Twitter for sex work is fucking awful and really goddamn difficult. Just...FYI.)

The ban left a vacuum that was QUICKLY filled by SWERFs, who were positively thrilled at the ban, and set about spreading their nasty propaganda everywhere. It was quickly picked up by the site’s younger and newer users who hadn’t really received a solid sex and sexuality education yet, and went on to parrot such ideas as “BDSM is inherently abusive and wrong” or “porn is always bad and unethical” and “anything that isn’t 100% vanilla sex between two people only is ICKY and WRONG.”

There was also a really shitty phenomenon that was a DIRECT result of Tumblr destroying its own tag system back a few years ago. Tag filtering was almost impossible for awhile, because Xkit and Tumblr Savior got completely busted in a site update.

Even once Xkit and TS were fixed, NSFW content was either not getting filtered at all despite proper tagging, or getting dropped into the wrong tags. Tumblr had started searching for post content keywords, and not just post tags. 

If your post included “[x term]” at all, even if you didn’t TAG it as “[x term],” it would show up in the tag. So there was a massive backlash against a lot of NSFW blogs appearing not to properly tag, mixed in with increased visibility of the shitty parts of NSFW tumblr that legitimately were mistagging or not following tag etiquette--who I do not and have never condoned, before anyone comes into my inbox to be hateful. 

And, of course, there was the porn bot plague. SWERF seeds had been sown, and a horrifying number of users absolutely and 100% lumped sex workers in with the bots.

As folks may or may not know, the porn bot plague fed directly into the NSFW ban, and now here we are, over a year later, plagued by SWERFs (who are LARGELY the origin of anti-kink).

[lackadaisicalnereid]

I posted 432 times in 2021

10 posts created (2%)

422 posts reblogged (98%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 42.2 posts.

I added 145 tags in 2021

#deep space 9 - 20 posts

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#star trek - 18 posts

#doctor who - 16 posts

#fandom is a queendom is my new fandom tag - 15 posts

#dune - 15 posts

#capitalism is a nightmare - 11 posts

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#that show about a ot5 family of thieves - 9 posts

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#i mean don't get me wrong me accomplishing to have some fun with a piece of media is in this case to my credit and not at all to the credit

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Yo does anyone out here think I could find an audiobook/drama version of Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet with ~modernized language? A friend expressed interest in listening to sth like this, and I'm not sure where to locate such a Thing™?

3 notes • Posted 2021-01-18 10:49:32 GMT

#4

queen of WIPs

So I was nudged by @bohemicns and @elasticella (thank you <3) to list my WIPs & here they are - at least of course, the ones I’ve at least thought about doing something with in the last few months. I’ll happily blabber more about any/all of them

1 my gossip girl dan/blair multichapter with dan/blair starting an affair in paris while he's married to serena (ikr?) which i’m having trouble deciding the direction of 2 my jeremy/elena/caroline as leia/luke/han star wars a new hope AU (what even?) 3 my started like 1+ year ago wicdiv luci/laura thing where cass somehow also budged in and now neither her nor i are sure if she wants to rescue laura from luci, rescue luci from laura, or just say 'fuck it' and join them 4 my veronica mars (first ever!) logan/veronica something where they stumble across each other at a gas station (ah, liminal spaces, amirite)  5 my (first ever!) riverdale reggie/veronica enemies & lovers something (thankyou @bohemicns for making me do this) also omg no idea who to tag plz tag yourself if you wanna play with me

4 notes • Posted 2021-10-07 08:03:38 GMT

#3

There is not a WIP there I don't want to talk about, but let's focus on wicdiv & riverdale bc I want them soooo bad

Ok let us talk then:

Riverdale first!

I'm actually simultaneously really thrilled with this AND not sure what exactly to do with it? Though I never consider myself a writer whose problem is Too Many Ideas, here I think that might be actually troubling me? I want it to be noir and pulpy and for exchanges like this to take place:

Toni opens her mouth, but doesn't speak. She pours more of the whiskey into his glass. "Cheap whiskey for a cheap story?" Reggie asks. "I'll bring you some more, if the story's as good as you say."

However I maybe want to have basically a frame narrative with Reggie talking to Toni at the White Wyrm, but I also maybe want to alternate between Veronica and Reggie's POV? And do I want it to be noir-pulpy for all chapters? Do I want to show people (myself included) what's actually inside Reggie-boy's head, or just, you know, not, and keep the POV outside of his thoughts and let us get a feel for him in the dark, by the weak light of his actions? But I really like it! If you like this and, you know, wanna do a quick colab, maybe a bit of Lucy energy is what this needs :D I'm open to all advice & offers.

Also, I sorta want to make a proper Romantic (?) hero out of Reggie, which is a) ridiculous but also b) fitting?

if Reggie were more genre savvy, if he was Jughead, or maybe even Betty, he would have recognized what was going on. This is not to say Reggie is stupid, he decidedly is not. And anyway, who's to say he wouldn't have walked right into it anyway?

WicDiv second!

Ok, I sorta wanna do a darker (?) take on Luci/Laura (I mean darker than I think I usually do stuff?) and see what I can unveil esp re: Laura as she sorta maybe starts being a bit unhappy in their ~relationship?

Later that night, and later most nights, there's bruises on her. Marks of worship, or faith, or fucking something. But bruises heal quickly, or at least change colors, and right now there's a pantheon of colors traceable on Laura's skin, a gift from one goddess to another. Laura looks at herself sometimes in the mirror, and traces her bruised skin with her fingers, and thinks, this dark purple one, this is Baph, and the light sort of purple-greenish one, that is Baal. She thinks of the yellower one as Sakhmet. All her lovers written plainly on her skin. Luci the painter and all of her lovers at once. And Laura is what she's always been best at - a fan. Well. Mostly. Sometimes between the bruises and back-alley quickies, between coming and going and <i>fuck-you</i>s like guided missiles, something claws at the back of Laura's throat. It never quite makes it out. But, consider: She discusses her bruises with Luci, whispers in a sex-dishevelled bed. Laura whispers of past lovers and future ones, and says: <i>this bruise that claws at my throat, that one is you</i>, and Luci whispers of - nothing at all.

And I'm sorta fine with that! But! I don't know what to do with Cass. I wanna bring in Cass, but I'm not sure what she wants to do with Luci/Laura?

It's mostly this: Cassandra is a goddess who knows and no one believes her truths. It's also this: Lucifer is not a goddess of anything if she is not a goddess of lies. Looking at it from that angle, it's quite another thing entirely. "Laura's sleeping" Luci says. She gives Cass a good once-over, slow and indulgent, because sleeping with Laura more than once a week does not preclude her from having eyes, and for some reason it's important that Cass knows this. And anyway, she's worried she might be getting rusty. Seducing someone like Cass, well, a rusty goddess couldn't do that.

At least Luci is behaving aka wrecking havoc, as always, bless.

Now, gimme your thoughts! <3

5 notes • Posted 2021-10-07 10:50:55 GMT

#2

A question for all Grisha-verse fans out there: for someone who liked SC and didn't like SAB, and read the first SAB book and both Crows books, is it okay to move on to King of Scars without reading the second and third Grisha books? Asking for a friend, honest.

10 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 13:37:35 GMT

#1

anyone else feel like we're forgetting to thank misters kieron gillen and james mckelvie of the wicdiv for gwendolyne christie being cast as lucifer

30 notes • Posted 2021-01-29 10:49:02 GMT

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[the-awkward-outlaw]

Hey there! I'm not sure if you've seen this movie ( Mr. & Mrs. Smith ) but can you write a Mr. & Mrs. Morgan fight scene against each other that leads them to having rough sex? Reader can be with the O'Driscolls gang or something, that makes them fight. Up to you.

Hello Anon! I have seen Mr and Mrs Smith once and it was a long time ago, but I remember the general plot. Hopefully I have kept within your idea of this and it does your request justice. Note, I am not a huge fan of rough sex so the smut might be super tame in comparison to other writers. 

Warnings: swearing, smut, high angst

You stare down at the table, your fingers brushing the cut-out article from a newspaper. There’s no picture to the article, just a header. “Van der Linde Gang still at large”. You’ve read it a hundred times by now. It talks about the notorious Dutch Van der Linde, Hosea Matthews, and a few other names, including your husband’s, Arthur Morgan. A large amount of money is being offered for each person mentioned, Dutch being the highest at $20,000. Arthur himself has a decent amount of $5,000. 

You were angry when you first read the article, when Colm brought it to your attention. You’ve run with his gang since you were just a teen with your older brother. It was your brother’s idea to join the O’Driscoll’s, he’d disguised you as a boy since Colm didn’t take women on. You already knew how to shoot a gun and ride a horse luckily, which was fine since Colm didn’t allow men into his gang who couldn’t do both. Although you were disguised as a boy, it didn’t take long for your real gender to be revealed. One of Colm’s boys spotted you when you were bathing in a river and let your secret out. Colm almost shot you in the head, stating women just slowed them down and you’d deceived him. Your brother defended you, pointing out that you were one of the best shots. Colm hesitatingly agreed, but he didn’t want you camping with his boys, declaring you would be little more than a distraction. 

As payment for your work and loyalty to the gang, he told you to live at one of his cabins he used a frequent hideout. You weren’t thrilled with this seeming demotion on your status, but you knew Colm’s temper had an extremely short fuse, so you didn’t argue. Only a few weeks after you were stationed, Colm collected you to help him investigate an incident at Six Point Cabin, another one of his hideouts. He nearly stationed you there and was thinking of moving you there now. When you two arrived, the place was littered with the bodies of your gang, including your brother’s. It crushed you seeing your brother like that and Colm offered no words of comfort. He was angry and he knew immediately this was Van der Linde’s work.  

You heard the name Van der Linde thrown around enough times. The man was a professional at stealing Colm’s scores. Not that Colm’s record against Dutch was clean. You heard the other men talk about how he killed Dutch’s lover Annabelle. Seems the two men were constantly trying to rob and kill each other. Six Point Cabin was when Colm gave you the article, stating that he was going to come up with a plan to somehow get a hold of Dutch and take him and his boys to Blackwater, turn them in for all that money, and then the gang would flee down to Mexico. He told you to take point in this cabin from now on as the Van der Linde’s were unlikely to return. 

The article hadn’t been a surprise to you. What had been a shock was reading your husband’s name. You’d been married to Arthur for over a year and he never mentioned he was in a gang, nonetheless Colm’s adversarial gang. Sure, he’d revealed before you were married that he was an outlaw, which was why he couldn’t stay in one place for too long. You’d lied too, stating you were a waitress in the Valentine saloon. You covered your knowledge of fighting by saying your family were hunters before they’d died in a terrible snowstorm, which was partially true. You had enough knowledge of hunting that he bought it. Now you’re conflicted though. When you first read the article, you thought maybe there’d been some misidentity or perhaps it was a different Arthur Morgan. However, plagued by fears, you dug into the Blackwater massacre and your Arthur was unquestionably the one mentioned in the article. Now you’re torn between your loyalty to your gang, whom your brother died for, and your loyalty to your husband. 

Arthur’s a wonderful husband, there’s no question about that. Were he not pursued by the law, he’d definitely be happy to settle down with you and make a proper family life for you. Many nights you’ve spent with him talking about how things could be if neither of you were so wanted (though he knew nothing of the price on your head). Arthur visits at least once every two weeks, sometimes having to travel for hours in order to do so, and he stays for a few days. When he’s with you, you both spend the time with lots of cuddles, kisses and sex. Arthur’s a pro at knowing how to satisfy you and you know exactly which of his buttons to push to make him fall head-over-heels for you all over again. 

When he arrives for each visit, he always brings something for you. Usually it’s money since he believes you’re a struggling waitress in Valentine (which you don’t try convincing him otherwise). He often brings flowers, books, jewelry, and other kinds of supplies. You always offer him lots of types of food since you spend most of your time at Six Point Cabin. You learned to cook from a young age and you prefer using fresh ingredients. You have enough time to collect fresh game and herbs too, being a watcher of Colm’s hideout. Arthur’s your top fan when it comes to your food, stating you could cook for a governor. He never leaves hungry after visiting you and you make sure his satchel is laden with snacks you’ve made from scratch. 

You pick up the article and reread it, your stomach clenching when you read Arthur’s name again. Colm visited only a few days ago. It’s been a couple of weeks since the attack on Six Point. You’d asked him during his visit if he knew which one of Dutch’s boys was responsible for the ambush. 

“Oh Dutch himself wouldn’t do this,” Colm stated. “Killing my men and your brother weren’t important enough for him to grace his presence on.” He inspected the bodies of the men, noting how many of them have been shot in the eye. “I bet that sniveling coward Kieran led his boys here, but this work says his number one gun led the charge.” 

“Who’s his number one gun?” you ask, praying he won’t say who you’re thinking it is. 

“Name’s Arthur Morgan. He’s this real big guy, almost a shame he ain’t runnin’ with us. We’d do real well with a fella like him.”

You wanted to vomit when Colm said this. The thought that your husband was the one who killed your brother was a detestable idea. However, as time has passed since Colm told you Arthur was the likely culprit, it’s begun to fester in your mind. If Colm finds out Arthur is your husband, he’ll shoot you before you even have the chance to tell him you’ve had no dealings with the Van der Linde gang. Yet if Arthur finds out your place with the O’Driscoll’s, you’re just as frightened. You’re much more frightened of losing him than Colm killing you. The man’s a bastard and you’ve only stayed in his gang because there is no getting out of his gang. To get out means to die. Not only that, your brother died for them. It’d be an insult to his memory to abandon this gang. 

Arthur’s visited once since you learned of your brother’s death. He didn’t act any different, but he knew something was off about you. You blamed it on just feeling under the weather and he coddled you, clearly trying to help you feel better. You couldn’t tell him though that you felt horrible because you were terrified you might be looking at your brother’s killer. He’d left two days later when he was sure you were feeling better (you lied and said you were). Colm came by a few days after that. 

“Colm, you still thinking of moving on with this plan to capture Van der Linde?” you asked, hoping he’d changed his mind. 

“Course. That’s a lot of money sitting on his head. We’re gonna run down to Mexico when we got him. Why you askin’, Y/N? Got somethin’ to say?” 

Your stomach felt cold when he asked you this and something in his eyes glittered accusingly. “N-no, sir. Just wanted to know the plan since I’m not running with you all the time anymore.” 

“I see,” he said greasily. “Well, I went around talkin’ to some folk, mentioned they met a feller sounds an awful lot like Morgan in the Valentine bar. They said he was drunk and talkin’ about how amazing his wife is. Now I ain’t spoken with Morgan in a long time, but I don’t recall him ever being married. Not only that, Malken and Henderson saw him in this area only a few days ago. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would ya?” 

You put on a poker face as best you could. “Course not, Colm. I don’t even know what Morgan looks like. All I know is what you’ve told me about him.”

“So if I brought you a newspaper article saying he’s been arrested and going to hang real soon, you wouldn’t care?” 

That’s when you know you’re secret’s out. Somehow, Colm’s found out. However, you won’t confess. Not yet. To confess now would promise a bullet into your skull. “No, I wouldn’t care, Colm. One less Van der Linde we’d have to worry about.” 

He nodded and then said he was leaving. “I’ll be back in a few days. I think this cabin ain’t a very good spot for you no more. The boys and I will collect you when we’ve found somewhere more… suitable.” 

Without a doubt, Colm’s promising to come back and kill you in front of the entire gang. An example of what will happen to anyone fraternizing with Dutch’s boys. You ponder on the wisdom of running away, but several of Colm’s boys are expert tracksmen. They’ll find you before you have the chance to even get to a different state. You realize the safest place for you is to be within Arthur’s gang. It might mean this Dutch will kill you, but Arthur sounds like he holds a high place of authority and he might be able to protect you. From what Colm was making it sound like, he’s been spending a lot of time in Valentine. That’s where you are now, sitting at the bar in the saloon with the article Colm gave you sitting in front of you. You throw your whiskey back when the door opens. 

“Darlin’, what ya doin’ here?” says a familiar voice. 

Looking over, you can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. “Arthur, I need your help with something. Ride home with me. I’ll explain, but I have some questions for you. Questions I need you to be honest about.” 

His face is serious. “A’right. Lead the way.” 

You don’t speak the entire ride back to your cabin, you’re not sure how to bring the subject up to him. He’s going to be angry, sure, when you tell him the truth. However, it’s the only way you can protect yourself since Colm’s already planning to kill you. When the cabin’s peaking through the trees, the river burbles happily not far from it. You dismount and take a few steps away from him. Finally, you turn. 

“Arthur, did you recently visit a place called Six Point Cabin a few weeks back? Maybe ran into a bunch of boys you might call the O’Driscoll’s?” 

“How you know about that, Y/N?” 

You don’t answer him straight away. “Did you see a man with a big patch of dark skin on the right side of his neck?” you ask. Your brother had a huge birthmark on his neck, which gave him the nickname Pinto in the gang. 

“Again, how do you know this, Y/N?”

“Just answer the question, Arthur, please!” 

He blinks at you, his hands on his hips. “Yeah, yeah I think I saw a feller with a mark like that.” 

“Did you kill him?” 

He sighs. “Yes I killed him, but he was shootin’ at me, darlin’, so it was him or me. Now why you askin’ me about this?” 

Your eyes tear up a bit and you bite your lip. “He was my brother, Arthur.”

His brow lowers. “You never told me you had a brother, nonetheless one who was an O’Driscoll? Those boys are nothin’ but bastards who have no moral code.” 

“Funny, he said the same thing about your gang.” 

“How’d you find out about my gang?” 

You wring your hands. “I… read about it. In the paper.”

Arthur takes a menacing step towards you. “So your brother was an O’Driscoll and I shot him in the head. But like I said, he was shootin’ at me.” 

“From what I heard, you were the ones who ambushed him and the others. Sounds like he was just defending himself, Arthur.” 

As if on cue, you both whip out your pistols and point them at each other. Arthur’s eyes gleam with pain and betrayal. “You’re an O’Driscoll, ain’t ya?” 

“And you’re a Van der Linde! Pretty high up in the hierarchy too from what Colm said. Your boss has been stealin’ a lot of scores from us, we’ve had to work twice as hard to get by.” 

“Yeah, and your boss has killed a lot of us, including Dutch’s girl. Not only that, they’ve stolen scores from us too. Which one is harder to replace, darlin’? People or money?” 

“You tell me, Arthur. You killed my brother! He practically raised me and if it wasn’t for him, I’d have died years ago.” 

Arthur narrows his eyes, he almost seems sorry. “So what you gonna do, darlin’? Kill me? Your brother’s first mistake was joinin’ Colm’s boys. He’s honestly lucky he lasted that long, as are you.” 

His words sting and you fire first, not aiming to kill him but your anger has fueled your trigger. He dodges behind a tree and then fires back at you. A boulder provides cover for you. The next few moments pass quickly and you exchange gunshots, darting between trees and boulders. You’re standing on the porch of the cabin and Arthur gets a particularly good shot, barely missing your foot. You hop out of the way and end up crashing into the cabin. Now you’re truly screwed. The cabin’s just one big room and there’s nowhere to hide. You back into it and stand close to the fireplace. 

Arthur marches into the door, his teeth bared and his eyes flashing with anger. You point your gun and pull the trigger, but it clicks. You’re out of ammo. You pull the trigger again and the same thing happens. 

“Time to stop runnin’, Y/N,” he says, his pistol pointed at you. 

You lower your gun, panting, and then drop it. “You’re right. Go ahead then, Arthur. I’m a dead woman anyways. Colm… he found out. About you and me. One of his boys must have talked. So even if you decide to just take pity on me and leave now, I’ll be dead in a few days. He’s coming for me, plans to make an example I imagine. Please, Arthur. Just pull the trigger. If I have to pick between a quick death and a slow one, I’ll choose quick.” 

He breathes hard for a moment and then lowers his gun. “I ain’t gonna kill ya, sweetheart. Your brother may have been a fool for gettin’ involved with Colm, but sounds like he cared about ya a lot and you’re only alive now because of him. I’m sorry I shot him, darlin’, but even though we’re in different gang, I made an oath when I married ya. I promised to protect ya. I ain’t lettin’ that bastard kill ya.” 

He walks slowly over to you, holstering his guns. You look up at him, a flicker of hope rising in your chest. 

“Arthur, Colm will know you’re protecting me. He’ll hunt you down even more than he is now. He… he’s planning on getting to Dutch somehow, turn him into the authorities in Blackwater, collect the money and run to Mexico.”

“That ain’t happenin’, darlin’. Dutch ain’t that stupid. But you and I…” the energy between you crackles. “You and I have a lot to discuss if this marriage is gonna continue to work. I want it to work. I love ya still, despite all this.” 

You leap forward and kiss him hard. The last thing you want is for your marriage to end because you made some poor choices in your youth. Arthur’s arms wind around you and then tangle into your hair. He pulls your head back and kisses your neck, his tongue coming out. Still fueled by adrenaline, you feel a sudden urge to fuck him. 

Panting slightly, you look Arthur in the eyes. “How about we start working on fixin’ this marriage right now, Arthur?”

Arthur suddenly rips your shirt open and tips you backwards on the table. He kisses you hard as he strips off your shirt and your chemise, his hands automatically finding your nipples. He’s only seen and felt them a hundred times before now, but he acts like this is the first time. He kisses you hard and then he leans up, his hands leaving your body. 

“Strip,” he says as he begins removing his own clothes. You can’t help but giggle as you stand up to take off your pants. As soon as you’re both naked, Arthur grabs you and puts you back onto the table. He kisses you as his cock brushes your folds. You bite his lower lip and he pulls away just slightly so your lips can’t touch anymore. 

“I want ya to touch yourself,” he says. You blush. He’s never asked you to do this, preferring to touch you himself. 

“Don’t you wanna do it?” you gasp as he grabs your legs and puts your feet on the edge of the table, spreading your knees so you’re exposed. 

“I wanna watch you get yourself off,” he says, his deep voice going through your body. His hands leave you and he takes a step back, his eyes on your lower half. Even from here, you can see he’s breathing hard as he waits for you, expectantly. 

You haven’t touched yourself since before you got married to Arthur. You haven’t had to. The thought of your own hands getting yourself off turns you on though, so you slide your fingers down and begin stroking your clit. You lay your head on the table, closing your eyes as you touch yourself. One hand circles your clit, studying your own nub as the other goes to your entrance. You open your eyes and see Arthur still standing there, his hands pulling on his cock as he watches you. Your eyes go down to his length, he’s already dripping. 

“You like what you see?” you ask, circling again and again. He nods and you press your fingers harder against yourself, going a bit faster. He must be able to hear how wet you are as your fingers stroke; he begins pumping himself a bit faster. As you get yourself closer to your release, your hips begin thrusting up and down slowly. Before long, you’re letting go to your own hand. 

When you come down, you look at Arthur and he’s standing between your legs. He grabs you, pulls you off the table and turns you around so your back is facing him. He bends you forward and spreads your legs, his cock finding your entrance easily. He plants his hands beside yours as he begins pushing himself into you forcefully. Then one hand grabs your hip, holding you close and his other goes up to your breast, fiddling with your nipple. You gasp in his grip as he moves fast, his cock sliding in and out of you. His lips kiss where your shoulder meets your neck and he nips you, making you hiss. 

This is new for Arthur, for you. All the times you’ve had sex with him, he’s been gentle unless you asked him to be rough. Now he’s pushing himself hard, his hands squeezing almost too tight on your hip and nipple. You have to stiffen your arms in order to prevent collapsing onto the table from the force of his bucking. 

“Arthur,” you say, trying to get him to acknowledge your discomfort, although you wonder if he doesn’t care in the light of your newly exposed secrets. You feel a twinge of guilt and realize you don’t get the luxury of him making you feel good right now. Not after how much you’ve lied to him. You hang your head and want to cry, but you’re sure he’ll become angry if you do. You can’t help it though as he pounds into you. Tears begin leaking from your eyes. 

“Am I hurtin’ ya?” he asks, suddenly stopping mid-thrust. His question does the trick and you let go. You’d be lying if you said his force and angle didn’t hurt just enough you won’t be able to orgasm from this.  

“N-no,” you say. “It’s not you. Keep going though, Arthur, you deserve to do this to me.” 

He suddenly pulls out of you and turns you around to face him. His hands go to your face and he brushes your hair away, rubbing your cheeks dry. His eyes are soft and betray his worry. He kisses you softly. 

“I want ya to feel good,” he says, taking you by surprise. 

“Why?” you say. 

“Because I love ya, despite all this. Darlin’, I love ya so much.”

“But I’ve lied to you. Hurt you.” 

“I know,” he says softly. “But you ain’t the only one. I’ve lied too. Not only that, I took your brother away from you. I ain’t ever gonna forgive myself for that.” He kisses you softly.  

You smile up at him and then lay down onto the table, spreading your legs. “Well, in that case, do what you must. Show me how sorry you are.” 

He smiles and pumps his cock again, making it stiffen up once more. He pushes back into you and starts to buck. This angle is much better as he can brush your spot. You close your eyes as your body moves from his force. His hands go to your hips, pushing you down onto him when he pushes in, allowing him to pound into you. You plant your feet onto the table again, giving him a better angle and your hand slides down to your slit. You’re hungry for the stimulation to your clit. When you begin brushing, you groan audibly. The sounds you make cause him to buck faster. 

“Always thought you sounded so pretty when I’m fuckin’ you,” he growls. You open your eyes and find his. The blue is so pretty and the intensity of them makes you rub even faster. It doesn’t take long before you’re going off again. Arthur doesn’t stop thrusting though as you clench your teeth and tip your head back, letting go. Your hand stops and he pushes it out of the way, stroking your clit. He wants to prolong your orgasm, you realize. 

“A-Arthur!” you whine as your orgasm rocks through your body. He still pounds into you, his fingers circling your clit. He gives it a quick flick and your hips thrust up. “I’m coming!” you grunt loudly. You feel as though you’re levitating, or perhaps your soul’s leaving your body. Thankfully, his hand stops and he goes back to thrusting your hips in time to his. 

You come down from your high, your hair planted to your neck. He grins down at you wickedly and continues pumping into you. His eyes glue themselves to your bouncing breasts. His hips suddenly snap against yours and he pulls out quickly, his hot seed spilling onto your stomach. When he’s done, he pants above you, his cock growing soft again. 

“Fuck,” he says. You’re breathing heavily and you reach up, pulling him down for a long kiss. He pulls away after a moment and reaches into his satchel, pulling out a cloth and cleaning you up. You sit up when he’s done and look at him hard, feeling relaxed in the wake of your passions. 

“Okay, Arthur. We need to talk about what’s going to happen. To us.” 

Arthur sits beside you on the table, your arms brushing. He grabs your hand and kisses it. “Well, I thought that’d be rather obvious, darlin’. I’m bringin’ ya with me to my gang. We’re out in a place called Horseshoe Overlook. Real pretty, think you’d like it.” 

“What about Dutch?” you ask. “Won’t he try to kill me when he finds out?” 

“He’ll be angry sure, and he probably won’t ever trust ya. You’ll have to work extra hard, but I’ll be with ya every step of the way. Dutch knows not to interfere with my family.” 

“Does he know you’re married?” 

He smiles. “I think he and Hosea know I’m involved with a woman, though I doubt they know I’m married. Dutch knows though that I’ll go where you go, he ain’t got a say in that. And I know he wants me around. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe, darlin’. Especially if you got some dirt to dig up on Colm. As long as you don’t try hidin’ what you know, you’ll be fine. That’s the mistake Kieran made. Wouldn’t speak even when we starved and beat him. Had to threaten him with Bill’s geldin’ tongs.”

“So you’re saying that as long as I speak up before they have a chance to torture me, I’ll be fine?” 

“Yes and no. Like I said, don’t think Dutch will ever trust ya.” 

“I didn’t stay in the gang for Colm. That man’s a bastard and I’d like nothing more than to see him shot. I stayed for my brother. I would have left the gang as soon as I found out he was dead, but Colm doesn’t allow deserters. Either you’re an O’Driscoll or you’re dead.” 

“I understand, darlin’. And if that’s the case, it might make Dutch be a little more lenient on ya.” He squeezes your hand again. “Now how about you and I go somewhere I can keep ya safe? Or would you prefer we go another round again?” 

You smile at him. “I think one more round sounds nice.”

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The Truths Found On Petram Viridios IV (1/?)

What started out as an idea for a short one shot grew into a multichap that I'm almost done editing. I think 🤔 it'll be either 4 or 5 chapters long depending on how long each chapter will be after I'm done editing. Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy.

In this fic you learn how easily things can change, but how it effects you isn't always a bad thing.

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Chapter 1: The Phenomenon

There was little difference to what was happening around you at the moment. There were no little green men, or yellow submarines, neither were there tangelos, or bags of golden rings, but there was a blue-haired man with plenty of dreams. Still, life was swell; summer was around the corner, and you were reading in the garage just to be near Zeta-7; he was working on his latest piece of tech, and you were distracted by his charming quirks and ticks. If you hadn't known any better, you'd say it was business as usual. Yet, it was because you had been acquainted with Rick that the previous blindspots of your world were made known to you; conscious of the rare events which were going to take place in another quadrant of space.

A phenomenon was going to occur; one which would not happen again for another 1000 years; the blooming of the Milleannos flower. Legends say that those who touch its pollen might live forever, and those who smell its perfume might be cured of all that ails them, but those claims were supposedly unsubstantiated. There was to be a gala to celebrate the occasion; all in attendance were respectable, distinguished guests and because of Rick, you were also invited, but there were rules; strict guidelines which were to be obeyed unless you wished to throw away your life. And although you weren't happy about them, you were willing to abide by them for Rick's sake. However, there were a few things you didn't understand. "Rick, why won't we be allowed to dance together?"

His hands paused their activity, and his body sagged a little; dreading the reminder not because he's informed you already, but because it pained him to remind himself that he couldn't spend a once in a lifetime occasion with you. "B-because according to the laws of Petram Viridios IV, you are assigned a um - a party companion which is determined according to the alignment of your spine, carbon dioxide levels, as well as daily water intake. And due to the variety of guests, everyone must stand at least six feet apart to avoid air poisoning. However, if given an a-air helmet in order to assist with breathing, then I believe that the last rule isn't as severe. It's - there is a-a lot to remember."

Currently, he was piecing together the circuits and connecting the wires which would power his reflective shield. It was going to be worn under his dress shirt and would be undetectable under their scanners; as a precaution of course. "Ricky, you know I barely drink water." You weren't a fan of water, but you enjoyed flavored beverages and if you did drink water, it was always carbonated first. "I mean, I can get past the distance thing, but what am I supposed to do if I'm assigned to someone I don't like, and have to spend hours being bored and jealous that you're next to gorgeous, realistic fembots from Westworld?"

Unlike you, Zeta-7 drank so much water, you wondered how he wasn't rushing to the bathroom every five minutes. The only other people who drank that much water were beauty gurus who wanted to keep their skin in tip-top shape; you could really try harder if you wanted to. Good naturedly, he answered. "Gosh, y-you don't have to worry about that. I know a fembot when I-I see one."

You raised a brow at this, but seeing as he meant it literally, you listened on. "No s-siree, I won't be assigned a party companion because I'm going t-t-to be assisting the king in protecting their sacred relic."

How Rick became designated to assist with such a task was beyond you, but there seemed to be a glimmer of slight pride in the fact that he'd be so lucky and privileged as to be near the legendary flower, as well as to the beings who revered it. He was determined to find out the truth behind its properties, and if his hypothesis proved true, then he had a plan. You enjoyed when he was diverted with schemes; not the kind which was evil in nature, but the ones which could end happily or inconclusively. Anyway, you two were discussing how to go about it all.

The discussion had gaps of pause where he'd need to concentrate on bits of wiring that needed to be soldered or bent. Without distraction, you were more aware that it was humid, especially with the garage door being fully open for proper ventilation; bits of your hair stuck to your face and to the back of your neck despite how you'd try to tie it. As annoying as it was, it did have its draw; every so often, you'd catch Rick staring and you'd feel a thrill for it could be a year or ten years, but his shy tendencies would never stop being endearing; why he felt the need to reign himself when you were cool with him checking you out was something you hoped he'd someday become more comfortable with, but for now you'd simply giggle and wink at him to let him know you knew. He did his best to focus on the task at hand, but it wasn't going as well as he had hoped for it happened more than once that you'd have to hand him a tool he was blindly reaching out for. "You wouldn't happen to know who my party companion is," you inquired, as you were tying your hair up for the umpteenth time. "do you? And if you do, can't you change them?"

Giving you that look which always preceded his speeches of why he couldn't do that random illegal thing, he explained with kindly patience. "I could change th-the records, and assign you to someone I know, but that wouldn't be legal."

"I know."

"However," he brightened as he paused his work to face you fully. "I do have a copy of the guest list. Give me a-a moment to pull it up on my computer. Hmm," he wondered more to himself then out loud. "that's odd."

"What is it?"

Drumming his fingertips on his workbench, he double-checked his calculations, then went over and wrote it all out on a chalkboard to be sure. Tapping the freshly used chalk tip to his chin in thought, leaving a little powder on his face, he nodded when it seemed satisfactory. "According to um - to my calculations, it's possible that it's either the Salamandrian chemist, V'gha Khadaka or the Chordatan Knight, Noathamas."

"Is there a correlation between the two?"

"Other than their similar water intake levels, they both enjoy their privacy. However, I'm a-a little stumped as to how it might be possible to be assigned to them both. None of your occupations are similar, neither is there a species similarity, but I'm sure I'll figure it out before the event."

Great, just great. That sort of information wasn't all that helpful, but you pressed a kiss to his cheek to ease the worry which he had been hiding. You wondered if it was too late to back out, but for the most part you were determined to be there for him, even if it meant odd company. "Alright. Um… is there something I should keep in mind before I go dress shopping?"

A quick glance at your current outfit made him smile. You were wearing an old band tee and jeans with so many patches, that they were more patch then jean. "I-I don't think so. Almost anything is fine. Though, y-you might want to avoid plant-based materials in favor of synthetics just in case."

"Okay, I think I can do that, but don't be surprised if I look like I just walked out of a 1980s prom. I'll have you know that being slightly flammable is a dream of mine."

He chuckled at that and patted your shoulder. "Hohoho, I'm sure it'll be fine. You - you always look pretty in whatever you wear."

"If you mean that I'll be so fine, that I'll light up the room with my razzle-dazzle, then you better watch out. You never know who'll be charmed without my knowing."

Now, there had been little to no weight to your phrasing just now, but he felt differently. Giving your shoulders a squeeze, there was a distant, far off look in his eyes that you could only recall from specific occasions. It was a mix of longing, sadness, and regret, but you couldn't pin it on what exactly. It was as though he were trying to convey by sight that there was something he ought to do, that he ought to say, but as quickly as it had appeared, it left and was replaced by acceptance. He pulled away and returned to his previous task while you used a spare computer to begin the search for the perfect dress. He said it'll be fine, and you certainly hoped so.

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Adjustments in gravity made you feel as though you could jump in and out of craters as though you were wearing moon shoes; that is until you stepped onto a ship or station, then you felt as though you had fifty pounds tied to each foot. You were grateful for the terrain stabilizers that Rick placed in your flats a few adventures ago, otherwise, you would've already been worn out.

You two arrived a few minutes apart by way of the designated ship which held a variety of guests. To explain, the ship itself was a marvel and a work of beauty as far as intergalactic travel was concerned; its mechanical parts were held together by a compound whose main ingredient was a type of scarlet amber. Piece by piece, it had been crafted by a mixture of living matter and tech so advanced, that it'd have taken 300 years of Earth-based studies to understand a fraction of how one of its panels could work; probably sooner for someone like Rick.

Your eyes trailed the conduits as you were led through hallways that seemed to spiral and spill into larger hallways with varying temperatures and design and you wondered how it was those conduits crossed over and branched off like veins, but you had no time to find out and didn't feel privileged enough to ask as you were led into a cabin. Multiple voices hushed, but resumed to their usual loudness once you had settled into what appeared to be a loveseat with the coloring and texture of a pumpkin; it was your assigned seating, but it was not as soft as you would have liked.

It wouldn't be till later that you'd find out that Rick had traveled in a cabin on level 4 while you had been on level 2. In your cabin was a being composed of pure energy, with a name not spelled in letters but in frequencies, who was one of the musicians. A few feet away, was V'gha Khaḍaka; he was tall, sure-looking, had smooth, striped skin which glistened, and a tail strong enough to break someone's spine in a blink; the good thing was that he hadn't been trained in combat, but was simply a scientist who enjoyed the pursuit of knowledge. And a few feet away from the Salamandrian chemist was the knight Noathamas; he stood at half your height, but his chest was puffed out in such a way that made him appear larger, while his round amber eyes and curly whiskers gave him a soft, cuddly appearance; you had been warned by Rick that his appearance did not reveal much about his character and to watch out for him.

It was uncommon but not unheard of to be assigned multiple party companies as you had been; you were matched up to both V'gha and Noathamas due to your odd chemical makeup. Who would've thought that drinking a La Croix before leaving home would confuse their scanners? Goodness, you were grateful that it was a quick trip, and when it was time to depart the ship, you were escorted by two guards before you were given a helmet; it was nearly invisible except for its indicator light which was shaped like a flower, and it blended in with your dress; a colorful sequin cocktail dress you found on eBay. Not far from you were both your companions, who gave off the impression that they were your entourage rather than dates for the night. You saw Rick from a distance, and you knew he was trying to play it cool, but his eyes were sparkling with affection, although he knew he was supposed to suppress it due to the strict traditions imposed by the royal family; he looked away as he was escorted by six guards, but part of you wished that he hadn't.

You took a deep breath to calm your giddiness; this wasn't the time to allow your emotions to carry you away and affect the mission which was to get through the evening. V'gha could pick up on your subtle changes in body language, and thanks to a universal translator in your helmet, you could understand him. "From what I understand," he commented with a surprisingly smooth, velvety voice. "he's the smartest man in the universe. Is that true?"

"Maybe," you replied nonchalantly, "but he's more than just a brain. I heard he's a great lover. Not really my type," you lied because Zeta-7 suggested that you keep the details of your relationship with him a secret; again for safety, but you thought boasting up his reputation wouldn't hurt. "though, to each his own."

"Do you know him personally?"

When questions like this were thrown at you, it made you wonder about the curious people who meant it to sound nice, but in actuality wanted to test the waters as to how much can they ask so soon. Glancing at your nails, you feigned disinterest. "I'm not sure if I'm allowed to give out that type of information."

"You two are the only humans here." he stated matter of factly. There were humanoid beings but he was right. "It doesn't take rocket science to figure that much out."

"How would you know," you retorted with an air of certainty. "you're not a rocket scientist."

"You're right, I'm not. However, I do dabble into it from time to time. I'm sure he does too. I can smell the exhaust from here."

Hmm, perhaps this event was going to be more interesting than you thought. You shared a look of understanding with the chemist, and thought that perhaps you wouldn't need to be so wary of him; his charisma gave him a charm you hadn't yet decided if it was welcomed or should be ignored; whether his earlier comment was out of egotism or curiosity. And before you could make a comeback, Noathamas commented. "Shall we find our assigned seating and continue from there?"

"Sounds fine. Why don't you two walk ahead," you suggested with a coolness you didn't know you had. "I'll be sure to follow."

When you were sure that they were far enough, you took out your miniature glass terrarium necklace, which held a shrunken sunflower that had an iridescent shimmer on its petals; the one Rick had given you after a memorable date; it was made to remind you of how he saw you and you were very glad it had gone undetected under the scanners you passed through. And in your mind's eye you could still see the glimmer and shine of his electric blue eyes as he had taken in your appearance this afternoon before you two departed Earth; oh how he had wanted to kiss you and hug you but had refrained from doing so in order to double-check if he had all his supplies. His compliments had been many as he drove into the inky blackness of space, but when he parked at the station which was at the midway point, and you two lined up to board the ship which took you to this strange world, his face became neutral; his job made him good at that. You kissed your lovely necklace, replaced it so that it laid underneath your dress collar, and your heart called out to him in the void which was Petram Viridios IV; hoping you wouldn't have to go the through the evening without seeing your beloved again before you made yourself appear neutral and made sure to stay at least six feet apart from everyone in your midst.

Tbc

[adiabolikpastel]

Now I'm quite curious about Kanaye ~ enlighten me! ((Heard he would get along with Dorian, had to ask))

Ah! You wish to know more of my son? Very well, I do so enjoy speaking of his accomplishments! 

Kanaye is our oldest, born just after his brother Yukio. He was always just a bit taller, and never now much taller. Let’s see... Kanaye used to always follow Kanato-san around like a lost puppy. It was so cute!

He was always interested in working, which I of course nurtured into his drive today. Kanaye is just a driven young man, who will one day succeed Shu-sama and rule as the next King. 

Other than that... oh! He has the cutest girlfriend, Miss. Isabella. We are so pleased with their intent to marry one day, as the last one... while a proper lady I prefer Isabella. She is a kind, sweet, girl who adores my son just as much as he does her. 

Kanaye also has a beautiful singing voice, and loves music. I could not be more proud that my son is able to fill the house with beautiful melodies. Additionally his academics are, of course, also perfect. He is top in his grade. My son takes life quite seriously, and I as his mother do what I can to support his wishes and endeavors. 

Kanaye is... better now I believe. 

My doll is not wrong, Kanaye does work hard, and is quite driven. However, there is much she does not know of him. For quite sometime, I was... worried? No, that is not right. 

Kanaye used to live a rather... annoying life style. I was not unaware of the women whom he entertained. Despite my warnings, he would not stop these affairs. For him to become the King, living like that... it was bothersome. 

He did eventually find a young girl, Subaru’s daughter - and she seemed to keep his attention longer than most. I was not thrilled of the idea, but if it turned him onto the correct path. That did not last long though, and soon enough he returned to that lifestyle. 

It was not until recently that he is finally taking his goals more seriously. This is better than his brother I suppose. That boy... I gave up on him ages ago. For Kanaye, there is a clear out come, so long as my brother Shu does not have a child.

So... in a nutshell? 

Kanaye growing up was the star child. He was well mannered, obeyed his parents, took life seriously - where has his twin did not. This got him in great with his father, and as such was taken more under his wing. 

During his pre-teen years however, Kanaye ended up witnessing his parents in a rather intimate moment, and it changed the way he saw the world. Why should he only limit his power through academics - so a more promiscuous life style began. He got this mentality from seeing the power his father had over his mother - not knowing the, ya know, years of trauma and relationship building BUT whatever!

His teens years featured a lot of Sadistic relationships where he would mentally and emotional abuse women. Ultimately he rationalized it as they made the choice anyway, cause all women will do anything for a good fucking - so... yea...

Along came Izumi, his first love. They were a cute, awkward, and innocent relationship - long distance, which was probably for the best for him. It didn’t last though, them not really being able to get closer because of the distance. So after breaking up, he went back to a bit of his old ways - but not as bad. 

He was able to get close to some friends and they help him become a more decent person. Not being such a high and mighty dick, and understanding that if he is going to be a King he needs to change the way he thinks. Years later he meets Isabella and the rest is kind of history~! 

Thank you for the ask! Kanaye - if I am being honest, has actually gotten the most development of my OCs here? I think? I never thought he would - but hey we here! 

[spacenintendogs]

@furryboxingandmore asked for Wolf & Fox w/15 and i accidentally posted it privately before i even finished it so here's a re-do:

"Wolf, answer the question." Fox said. "Tell me the truth."

Wolf swallowed. He knew the answer. He immediately knew the answer. But whether or not Fox would believe him, despite it being the truth, was what made his stomach tighten.

"No, I didn't kill your father."

Fox's face shifted from anger to something Wolf could only describe as mild surprise.

"But I was there the day he disappeared."

Fox's eyes narrowed as he clearly examined Wolf's face, looking for any trace of what Wolf said being a lie. Wolf had a feeling Fox was disappointed he hadn't killed James McCloud, because he would have had some form of closure finally knowing exactly what happened.

"Star Fox arrived at Venom, and I was still new to the Venomian army. I had already shown my skill... I thought I had been helping a noble cause, my hatred for my own home planet eating at me..." Wolf realized he was getting off topic and being more open about his own self than he'd have normally preferred.

"So of course, my squadron is one of many sent out to ambush Star Fox. That was the first and only time I fought your father." It felt so long ago, like a distant memory. Wolf sometimes questioned if he had actually fought James McCloud. It was hazy.

"You told me before you'd never had so much fun in a fight since you'd fought my father." Fox said, crossing his arms.

"Yes, I did, and it was true. The adrenaline, the amount of thrill I had felt hadn't been matched until I fought you... well, and then you turned out to be even better."

Fox couldn't help but smirk as his rival admitted that he was better. Wolf was more alluding to Fox being better than his father, but Fox had a feeling that also meant he was better than Wolf.

"So, we all fought for quite some time, I didn't even notice your father looping around me and nailing a perfect shot right on my engine. I crashed into a nearby hanger, knocking into so many boxes and supplies and mechanic's equipment I didn't realize I'd slammed into the wall."

Wolf licked his lips. He hated this, he would hate this moment for the rest of his life. Nightmares would be a plague on his mind as he slept for years until the Aparoids replaced it. "And your father shot that part of the base and caused it to collapse. I don't know if it was a part of the wall or the ceiling or one of the metal beams for support... but something broke through my cockpit window and went right into my eye."

Wolf heard a soft gasp. He knew Fox was looking at him with nothing but pity and empathy. Wolf hated that.

"I was stuck for... who knows how long. I eventually blacked out from the pain and exhaustion from screaming for help to get all the rubble off. I woke up in the hospital bay, my eye completely gone, to hear two nurses talking about how Pigma Dengar betrayed Star Fox, and the only one to escape was Peppy Hare."

Fox blinked, mouth agape as he took in all of this information, clearly overwhelmed. Wolf decided to finish it off quickly.

"I don't know what happened to your father exactly. Rumors circulated, and then when it got out I had survived James McCloud, the only one from all of the squadrons they had sent out, I was sent to Andross where he deemed me the leader of his new personal team Star Wolf... but of course I didn't realize it was really Pigma who was in charge."

"How old were you?"

Wolf was shocked by the question, the softness in Fox's voice. "I was 19."

"You were so young, and that was the beginning of the Lylat Wars."

"May I remind you that you were around the same age when you ended it six years later?"

Fox paused. Both of them sighed, weary and exhausted. The Lylat Wars, the Aparoid Invasion, the Anglar Invasion, all within such a short span of time. They looked at each other, seeing time had not been kind of either of them, looking older than they really were.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give you the proper closure you need." Wolf murmured.

"I don't think I ever will have closure about my father. But I have my closure about you."

"I was young and stupid."

"And now you're old and stupid." Fox laughed at his own joke, Wolf sneering at Fox.

"I would tell you to get in your ship and we'll duke it out right now but... I'm exhausted."

"Wolf, we both are."

They looked beyond the cliff they had landed on, towards the ocean. Wolf remembered Leon's awe upon seeing Corneria's oceans for the first time and Wolf, blinded by his hatred for it, had failed to understand. But now, looking out at the calm waves...

He understood.

"Then maybe it's time we all rest, McCloud. Enjoy some peace and quiet."

"I've been thinking about taking my team to Papetoon." Fox admitted. "Honestly, at this point, you guys can come with too."

Wolf nodded. "That would be nice..."

"Wolf?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry."

"I am, too."

[punkscowardschampions]

Jimmy & Janis

Jimmy: alright? Janis: grand Janis: and you, mate? Jimmy: you know me Jimmy: 👍 Janis: but actually Janis: told you he weren't too bad Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: expected worse Janis: Only acceptable if you basing that off Gracie Janis: if not, piss off 😂 Jimmy: she's the only other one I've met Jimmy: know they can't compare to you, Joanne, don't worry Janis: 💕 Janis: #peakromance Janis: not gonna force you to meet them Janis: I'd have to be there too and fuck that, like Jimmy: don't reckon that gets you out of family dinner with mine though Jimmy: challenge already been accepted ages ago Janis: try to be on time when it happens, like Janis: also not drag you off to you room 'forehand, like Janis: 😇 me Jimmy: good job you're a decent actress then 'cause I need you to do the opposite of everything you just said Janis: and multitasker 💪🥇 Jimmy: kids, dog, hippie bro & dickhead boyfriend being juggle like a pro Jimmy: yeah alright Janis: you know it, babe Janis: get everyone 😍 by the end like the people pleaser I am 😏 Jimmy: I know you're good with your hands Jimmy: so makes sense Jimmy: & you're one down on the 😍 Janis: 😳 boy Jimmy: I said I'm already 😍 stop looking so Janis: That's your fault Janis: trying to give me those shag flashbacks right now Janis: you know what you did Jimmy: If I have to have 'em every time I look at you, take your share, girl Jimmy: that's your fault Jimmy: you did what you did Janis: I know what I did Janis: and I regret nothing Janis: 😈 Jimmy: I regret needing sleep & having to stop Janis: I'm glad I could help you get a good night's though Janis: still got a 2 weeks of holiday, plenty of time Jimmy: still alive Jimmy: was touch & go for a bit though Jimmy: like you said, you know what you're doing Janis: Don't die Janis: be proper 💔 if you leave me with these cunts Janis: by which I mean the town, not current company aka your sibs, not that rude Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: take ghosting you to a new level Janis: honestly Janis: do not need to go that hard Janis: not gonna hunt you down and go all Mia on yo ass Jimmy: & I do need to touch you Jimmy: can't if I'm a ghost, can I? Janis: pretty sure patrick swayze fucked that girl as a ghost in that one film, no Janis: very least was jacking her off Jimmy: bollocks Jimmy: movie magic don't count Jimmy: ain't never seen a sex scene worthy with two living characters Jimmy: not on our level Janis: so true Janis: but you're killing me here Jimmy: nowt like the payback you should get Jimmy: but a start Janis: can't do that yet Janis: gotta have a wholesome day out first Janis: 😏 aren't you thrilled Jimmy: can't fit a whole orchestra in this van Jimmy: I'll have to be Janis: Me too Janis: be a laugh Janis: or I ain't getting my callback, I remember Jimmy: if it was just us it'd be something Jimmy: but can't chuck the kids or dog out Jimmy: my dad's pissed off enough at me Janis: You don't know your way 'round yet so bit of a cheek tippin' 'em roadside like make your own way back, lads Janis: did he have a 'chat' with you this morning? Janis: didn't hear I was way out, like Jimmy: yeah 🙄🙄 Jimmy: he's a fan of the low tones anyway, reckons its more intimidating Janis: hmm 👌 Janis: you could already best him and do in everything else too so bit tragic Jimmy: 🎭 weren't passed down from him Jimmy: can't hide that he's basically given up Jimmy: or pretend that we ain't 🥊 before Janis: Wanker Janis: bet he didn't even check if the kids were up and listening or nah Janis: 👍 A+ Jimmy: nowt they ain't heard or seen before Jimmy: Cass has smacked me 'cause she's seen him do it Jimmy: & cause she knows I can't give her one back 🙄 bit rude Janis: That's shit Janis: 'cos how are you stopping that now Jimmy: rather it's me than some dickhead at school or wherever who could smack her back Jimmy: she don't know how to stop when she starts Janis: Yeah, I get that Janis: my Uncle works down community centre and I know they do martial arts shit that doesn't cost a bomb to do Janis: Might help, she'd rate that regardless, yeah? Jimmy: proper anger management's off the table & she'd be more about signing up to that kind of shit anyway Jimmy: tah 👍 Jimmy: could even make some mates maybe Janis: Yeah they'd be on her level like Janis: I'll bring it up if I get the chance, won't seem like your idea then 'cos gotta be anti anything you suggest, obvs Jimmy: You're so Jimmy: I really fucking like you Jimmy: I'd kiss you but I don't know how to stop when I start either Janis: Not gonna enroll you in any classes though Janis: I like losing control with you Jimmy: I've noticed Janis: Should hope so 😏 Jimmy: looking at me like that's a decent reminder too Jimmy: if I did need Janis: I like looking at you too Janis: is this how it is, yeah? Janis: went nearly 16 whole years without and now I can't go a minute without thinking 'bout it Jimmy: it's how it is, me & you Jimmy: throwing my ex under the wheels of this van with how that sounds Jimmy: but she'd agree Janis: #special Jimmy: yeah Janis: I'd believe it Jimmy: you should Jimmy: you are Jimmy: not only 'cause you're weird Janis: you still gonna call me weird when you've met Iggy Janis: Really Jimmy: #only got eyes for you Janis: 😂 nice save Jimmy: he's alright Jimmy: rather serve him than your sister Janis: Agreed, though might ask for some weird ass tea and have you and Pete scratching your heads like Jimmy: gotta support my fellow starving artists Jimmy: even if it pisses me off that he is one for real Jimmy: better than me Janis: Shut up Janis: completely different styles, they ain't comparable Jimmy: you can't make me right now, darling Janis: 😒 don't try me, darling Jimmy: if you gotta try you've already lost, Julie Janis: well guess who's not getting an ice cream now Janis: clue, it ain't Twix Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: I get it, you couldn't handle having to see me eat it Jimmy: I'm hot & know what I'm doing, deal with it, girl Janis: Deal with me Jimmy: put the dog down first Jimmy: didn't sign up to deal with her too Janis: soz babe, I asked him but it's a no go Janis: 🤷 Janis: 🐶💔 Jimmy: seriously come here though Janis: sure? Jimmy: go on Janis: [Sits on the floor between his legs so her head in his knee] Janis: hey Jimmy: [plays with her hair for a bit 'cause safe touching please lads there are children present] Janis: Jim why does that feel so nice what the fuck Jimmy: If I was a dickhead I'd say I'm just that good Janis: Go on then Janis: Just don't stop okay Jimmy: I told you, not good at stopping once I've started Janis: Almost a shame we've not got the long train journey now I could stay like this the whole time Jimmy: we've still got the journey back Janis: True Jimmy: can I take it down or would you be 💔? Jimmy: I'll put every hair back how I found it, not an animal Janis: You like it down, don't you Janis: it'll be a mess but 'course who am I to deny Jimmy: I just like it Jimmy: whatever it's doing Janis: You're cute Janis: Good thing I didn't let Gracie convince me to get it straightened then Jimmy: as long as you didn't throw a strop anytime I came near if you had Jimmy: loads of girls get real mardy about it Janis: White girls acting like that is mad Janis: least she's just tryna stop you leaving with a hank of hers, like, shit's no joke Jimmy: I was trying to get with this girl at a party once, white 'cause yeah it's the north she'd barely let me touch her 'cause she'd spent so long getting dolled up to drink in someone's garden Janis: Surely that's the entire point of parties or have I got that wrong suddenly like what Janis: look but don't touch, babe Jimmy: this is why you're weird & I like you Jimmy: not to become a # of not like other girls or whatever Janis: it's alright the sisterhood of #girlbossessupportinggirlbosses and #queensfixeachotherscrowns have no time or respect for me anyway so may as well go there, fuck you bitches Janis: I'm great you ain't Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: you'll be happy to hear the look but don't touch girl got her heels stuck in the grass Jimmy: turned her ankle right over Janis: 😂 Janis: That genuinely does please me Janis: what a judgmental bitch am I right Jimmy: made me laugh when I found out Jimmy: already left the party by then Janis: 😍 PLEASE Janis: don't be so hot, family present 😏 Jimmy: [kisses her anyway which Cass would be OTT grossed out about just to be a dick lol] Janis: excuse you Janis: here to make friends not enemies rn Jimmy: 'scuse you Jimmy: you know how I feel about that word Janis: okay but you started it Jimmy: where & when? Janis: by being all antisocial and #relatable before I even knew you so there and then, boy Jimmy: I reckon you started it Jimmy: Looking so Jimmy: & tasting so fucking Janis: Baby Janis: You're making this so hard, Jesus Jimmy: You Jimmy: You're making it hard Janis: [Sneaky moving her head into his lap back 'cos well] Jimmy: I told you we should have just stayed in bed Janis: Mmm, well when we're back in there you can remind me why we stay extra hard Jimmy: You know I'm too northern to have that much patience Jimmy: can't your brother make a stop? be oscar worthy & act like the dog needs a piss Janis: You're just gonna tease me and make concentrating even harder, aren't you? Jimmy: as much as I can tease you without saying fuck it & Janis: 😖 Janis: and fuck it Janis: hold on then Jimmy: doing my best Janis: This is entirely your fault Jimmy: alright Jimmy: it can be my fault Janis: I mean Janis: Still blame Twix, you don't need me to come hold your hand if you need a piss, like Jimmy: 💔 for her Janis: Really feel it 😏 Jimmy: sometimes but not right now Jimmy: Just gimme even a few minutes Jimmy: I'll say the word if it makes your mind up Janis: Go on then Jimmy: please just Jimmy: get us out of here for a sec Janis: [Be more obvious lads] Jimmy: I'm not gonna say tah & make it weird Janis: Face 😳 enough as is, babe Jimmy: yeah Janis: 🥇 Jimmy: are you coming back to sit with me or you got what you wanted now & it's a nah? Janis: Charming finding out what you think of me, boy 👌 Jimmy: not an answer is it, though Janis: [Sits with him but brings Twix 'cos she fussy] Jimmy: ['fixes' her hair but like actually 'cause he probably did mess it up soz babe] Janis: Gonna have people thinking exactly what we've been doing Jimmy: don't matter, does it? Janis: Nah Janis: no one knows me here Jimmy: [begrudgingly also strokes twix's head too 'cause squad] Jimmy: how long 'til we get there? Janis: [Smug face] Janis: not long at all but shh Twix couldn't hold it Jimmy: if you saw our kitchen floor of a morning you'd believe it Janis: sexy Janis: weren't even arsed 'bout me like just being a dutiful dog owner okay Jimmy: come on, anyone who knows me would believe THAT Janis: good thing no one 'round here does so we continue to be #goals Jimmy: bit rude Jimmy: I am #goals Janis: I know, it's me that ain't Janis: dragging you down 'fore you had a chance, 'tis rude Jimmy: Piss off Janis: 🤷 not jumping out a moving vehicle, soz Jimmy: [pulls her closer instead 'cause that's what he actually wants] Jimmy: stop Janis: Just saying, like Jimmy: keep saying and I will shut you up, whatever Cass wants to reckon 'bout it Janis: 🤐 Janis: for her sake only Jimmy: 👍 Janis: 🖕 Jimmy: lovely you Jimmy: just 'cause I'm not part of the making mates mission Jimmy: that'd probably win Cass over though actually so carry on Janis: Always thinking, mate 😏 Jimmy: hang on I'm friendzoned again 👌 Janis: you were clearly feeling left-out Jimmy: & no room for an orchestra Jimmy: gotta do what you gotta do Janis: Exactly Janis: Knew you'd understand Jimmy: very understanding me Janis: gotta be to put up with me init Jimmy: 🙄 Jimmy: what's the trouble, Jenna? Janis: What? Jimmy: you're clearly feeling less than 🥇 Jimmy: so go on Jimmy: what Janis: It's nothing Janis: I'm just Janis: trying to get your siblings to not hate me and it's a bit stressful, idk how to do that, I don't do that usually Jimmy: thank fuck for that Jimmy: not that's its stressful Jimmy: but I thought I did something wrong Janis: 'course not, you've been your usual dickhead self, you know I like that Jimmy: don't worry 'bout 'em Jimmy: there's nowt more you can do Jimmy: they were well excited to come today Jimmy: still gotta be Janis: they ain't gotta be my besties I ain't that tryhard bitch but I'm not tryna fuck shit up either like, that's all I want 'em to know Jimmy: Cass' only got a cob on 'cause she reckons now we're going out I'm gonna fuck off Jimmy: like I'll just move myself into your country mansion, rich girl Jimmy: it already pisses her off that I gotta work all the hols & leave her looking after Bobbo Janis: it's fine, they've not done anything to me, not saying that either just you know, again, not something I usually do Janis: makes sense Janis: a lot on you all howeever you work it Janis: welcome to, my Ma'd love it, new kiddos, I'll move in with and awkwardly avoid your Da, it's cool Jimmy: band-aid babies don't fix shit there's a # to get trending Jimmy: if my dad's gonna have twitter might as well make use Jimmy: least he did get the snip after tah for doing that much dad Janis: yikes, and I thought I should feel unloved being the bonus ball Janis: fucking parents, full of great ideas, in theory Jimmy: is gracie older than you? Janis: 🙄 I know, when she's such a #beta bitch in every way Jimmy: I'm so embarrassed for her Jimmy: I thought she was the bonus ball & that was her issue Jimmy: oh girl Janis: She fronts like she was so left out so unsurprising Jimmy: least she ain't first & worst 🏆 for me that Janis: Thank God for all our sakes Janis: easily rival you in dickheadness, would not survive Jimmy: piss off could she Jimmy: I'm #1 Janis: #1 in my heart, babe 😍😂 Jimmy: alright, calm down, Juliet Jimmy: I ain't gonna throw myself in the sea Janis: gutted Janis: no Mr Darcy moment Jimmy: unless Mia shows up with her iced frappe Janis: we're putting nothing past her Janis: knows my location at all times, obvs Jimmy: reckon she's implanted a tracker on you Jimmy: gonna have to thoroughly check later Jimmy: remind me Janis: 🤤 Janis: save me, babe Jimmy: 💪 Janis: how are you so hot when you're such a nerd though 🤔 Jimmy: piss off Jimmy: if you'd known who I am before these hols you'd know that ain't true Jimmy: basically ⬇ all my classes Janis: just in personality, then Janis: nah Janis: you ain't thick Jimmy: again, piss off Jimmy: #notthicknorthern Janis: 😂 Janis: exactly baby, just the accent, everyone like ?? Jimmy: my old school had like one book & a bike shed 👌 Janis: hot Jimmy: you'd have liked it, the boy was called 'how to be fucking cryptic like the paddys' Jimmy: book* Janis: Sounds useful, shoulda read it, mate Jimmy: told you, don't know how Jimmy: just faking it Janis: I'll tutor you Janis: if it gets me out of Physics Jimmy: challenge accepted Jimmy: I'll get you outta physics babe Janis: #hero Jimmy: like I said, not thick, loads of #talents Janis: Like I said, you mean Janis: 'cos I know Jimmy: consult my # Jimmy: it had the words not thick in it Janis: Don't be a smart ass now I wanna talk more about your talents Jimmy: you wanna talk 'cause you ain't seen enough or 'cause I can't give you a demo right now? Janis: 2nd one, obviously Jimmy: [kisses her 'cause obviously one of] Jimmy: that's where you were wrong but it's alright Janis: Jimmy Janis: you're such a good kisser, you know Jimmy: I'd be 💔 if you didn't reckon so 'cause I wanna kiss you again already Janis: [Kisses him back, soz Cass] Jimmy: that don't count 'cause that's you kissing me Jimmy: hang on Jimmy: [really sorry now Cass] Janis: You're pissing her off so much Janis: I'd kill you if you were my Brother Jimmy: don't try & put me off Janis: I've gotta, no more time for a break, like Jimmy: you can't Jimmy: [is just looking at her in the hottest way ever excuse him] Janis: 😳 stop looking at me like that Janis: I can't Jimmy: Cass might wanna kill me but you've got first dibs remember Janis: It's indecent how fucking good you look Janis: like all the things I wanna do to you, just about stopping short of killing, like, fuck me Jimmy: go on then Jimmy: do something Janis: You know I can't stop once I start, you sure? Jimmy: we're almost there Jimmy: it don't matter Janis: You don't wanna be walking around as turned on as I am Janis: [Sits on his lap] See? Jimmy: [has to kiss her to stop whatever sound he was gonna make from coming out 'cause nobody else needs that in their lives] Janis: I'm gonna have to go find a bathroom to touch myself in thinking about you seriously I need to cum before I can function properly you're so Jimmy: but I'm the relatable & antisocial one 👌 Jimmy: fuck Jimmy: if you'd thought about your outfit more I could be touching you right now Jimmy: get it together, girl Jimmy: Jeans Janis: sorry but you did this to me Janis: who knew that's why everyone rates skirts? never mind I was planning for a wholesome day exploring castles and cold beaches excuse you Jimmy: I'm so mad at you Jimmy: goddamn it, Jillian Janis: 😠 Janis: say my actual name dickhead Jimmy: make me, dickhead Janis: fine, Imma go think 'bout someone else, Jimmy who? Jimmy: try it Jimmy: you won't be turned on anymore, problem solved Janis: 😒 Jimmy: [REALLY goes in on kissing her again, sorry everyone] Janis: [Moaning into his mouth with lots of lip biting cos truly Iggy stop the car] Janis: I hate you a bit Jimmy: sounds fake Janis: Maybe but fuck sake why Janis: I ache Jimmy: I can't touch you, it's all I can do Janis: okay but if we get literally five minutes to ourselves you're doing it Janis: I've got blankets for the beach Jimmy: Easy Jimmy: I'll find us loads of time Jimmy: Cass can't wait to get away from me, look Janis: Unsurprised Janis: great first impression I'm making 👌 Jimmy: I'm sorry Jimmy: I'm trying but Jimmy: I want you Janis: not like I've tried that hard myself Janis: I'll do better 😇 actually Jimmy: not yet Janis: I told you I need to cum before I can function so yeah Janis: not yet Jimmy: find a way now you're 🥇 Jimmy: I'll do my bit Jimmy: [moves her 'cause he likes doing that and is so helpful] Janis: Now? When wasn't I? Jimmy: but really commit to it Jimmy: we don't have that many clothes on Janis: Oh, I see Janis: You can be quiet, can't you? Jimmy: 🤞 as quiet as you on the bus Janis: I hope so Janis: 9 brothers and sisters you learn how to be quiet with these things, especially when so many of them aren't Jimmy: just tell me how you did it & I'll do the exact same 👌 Janis: You wanna hear about all the times I fucked myself 'til I came and no one even noticed? Jimmy: well now I fucking do Jimmy: should we go up the front or is your brother gonna be more mardy than my sister? Janis: He won't notice and if he did Janis: he ain't gonna care much or be able to do anything Jimmy: You could've told me that before Jimmy: I could've been fucking you this whole time Janis: Well like I said, I had good intentions, boy Jimmy: 'scuse you my intentions are REALLY good right now Janis: Okay okay let's move Jimmy: lasses first Janis: how un-you Janis: if it weren't for the lingo Jimmy: alright, shut up Jimmy: I can barely string a sentence together Jimmy: your fault Janis: Tell me to shut up again when you're inside me, I'm gonna need reminding Jimmy: I'm gonna need to tell myself to keep it together when I am so it's not over as soon as Jimmy: very ungoals Janis: I'm not gonna last either Janis: so close it's stupid Jimmy: I want you so much Janis: least this road is bumpy as shit Janis: fuck into me without anyone knowing Jimmy: I change my mind again from whatever it is last was, that's the hottest thing you've ever said to me Janis: I'll update my list Jimmy: come here first Janis: [casual van aerobics okay lads] Janis: Fuck Jimmy: I know Janis: I can feel your dick throbbing inside me your heart is racing as fast as mine Jimmy: might actually die this time Janis: How does it feel this good we're barely moving but every slight jolt is Jimmy: I don't know Jimmy: I never done this before but we have to again Janis: Deal Janis: I love fucking you Jimmy: [gotta make him kiss her really hard for a while 'cause he nearly said it & damn] Janis: God Jimmy what have you done to me Jimmy: likewise Janis Janis: Did you feel what happened when you said my name? Janis: that happens every time Jimmy: I'll say it more Janis: I might die then Jimmy: you & me both Janis: You've gotta bite the inside of your lip and cheeks okay Janis: to be really quiet even when you cum Jimmy: it works? Janis: it might bleed Janis: just don't stop, it'll make it better, trust me Jimmy: I do Janis: I trust you too Jimmy: Janis Jimmy: I Janis: It's okay, I'm going to as well Janis: cum for me Jimmy: [kisses her again 'cause how to even do words] Janis: [After] Janis: Should sleep well tonight Jimmy: are you gonna stay? Janis: I don't have to if it's gonna cause hassle Jimmy: do you want to? Janis: 'Course Jimmy: then fuck him Jimmy: we don't even know if he's coming back himself Jimmy: could have a date Janis: Hard life, ain't it? Jimmy: You know Jimmy: back to work tomorrow Janis: You'll love it, Pete can show you how much he's missed you, like Jimmy: no tan lines to show him but plenty of bruises Jimmy: he'll love that Janis: Defs likes his girls pale anyway Jimmy: except you Jimmy: the exception we all make, like Janis: I mean Janis: exactly Jimmy: I care more 'bout how much you're gonna miss me Jimmy: soz pete Janis: 👦💔 Janis: I'll give you the play by play no doubt Janis: always blowing up my phone 😏 Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻 I'll put classic FM on for him while we sling the lattes Jimmy: I can do radio silence if you want, mate Janis: Would not go dow well with your regulars Janis: though they'd be living for your drama Janis: don't Jimmy: what you on 'bout Mia was born to the funeral march, weren't she? Jimmy: bet she fucks to it too Janis: 😂 Jimmy: is that lad just bones now? Anyone heard from him? Janis: I'll ask around Janis: layabout I am Jimmy: call home if you've still got hands boy Jimmy: what am I on 'bout, the tongue'd be the first thing to go Jimmy: poor bastard Jimmy: 💔💔 Janis: pour one out for him Janis: iced americano to go Jimmy: that's a good shout though, do you wanna get a real drink tonight? Jimmy: even if it's just at mine or whatever Janis: Yeah sounds good Janis: I'll stop you from getting hungover if you don't call me a pisshead Jimmy: I'll cook if you don't tell your dad how shit I am Janis: Secret's safe with me Jimmy: 👍 Janis: Be good Janis: find something not shit to watch Janis: horror, of course Jimmy: I reckoned you were telling me to be good then Jimmy: like I was gonna fuck you on the kitchen table if I weren't told Janis: 😂 Janis: I mean how good have you been thus far, not the best track record but Jimmy: If the table was sturdy enough I would Jimmy: flimsy as shit though Jimmy: not trying to kill you like that Janis: Sounding like you got other plans that ain't the ones I know you mean but I'll go with it Janis: don't be poisoning my food when I trust you Jimmy: it might taste that bad Jimmy: but that's #accidental Janis: that's his story and he's sticking to it guv Jimmy: there's a film I wanna show you Jimmy: which sounds like a porno now but Jimmy: 🤞 you'll like it even though it ain't Janis: I look forward to it Janis: you know I'll let you know Jimmy: #northernclassic Jimmy: which is also what they say about Barry's skin flicks Jimmy: but that's another story Janis: 🤢 mate Janis: I cannot pretend to be into Barry, even in his prime Janis: know he's the love of your life but nah Jimmy: I get it, you're all faked out Jimmy: such a slog with me 🎻🎻 Janis: I'm working 'round the clock here, like Jimmy: god bless Janis: gimme a fucking break Jimmy: feck knows I need one 🚬 Janis: You gonna have to wait or go alone or we're looking dead suspect, boy Jimmy: I'll wait Jimmy: #truelove Jimmy: 💕 Janis: Damn Janis: Actually a bit impressed Jimmy: don't know if I'm meant to laugh or be 💔 Janis: Not being a judgy cunt about it Jimmy: #notmymissus Janis: 😒 don't take the piss Jimmy: very un me that Janis: Hmm Jimmy: You look hot when you're trying to pretend you ain't annoyed at me Janis: Who's pretending? We're brawling 🥊 Jimmy: it wasn't a challenge to make it hotter Jimmy: but alright Janis: Stop it Janis: Rude to stare, you know Jimmy: [starts a play fight 'cause he is that dickhead] Janis: Don't feel too bad you lost 😏 Jimmy: that ain't how I feel Janis: Yeah? Jimmy: can't you tell Janis: Yeah Janis: Damn you Jimmy: what did you say, actually a bit impressed? Jimmy: #same Janis: You best not be joking or I'll fuck you up again like 😉 Jimmy: 😍😍😍😍 Janis: Idk what to say when you're actually cute and Janis: shh Jimmy: I don't know what to say when you keep impressing me, my sister & the dog Jimmy: like its nowt Jimmy: get a smile out of Bobby & I'll really die Janis: 💪 Janis: always aiming for 🥇you know me baby Jimmy: go on then Janis: Um gimme time to prepare, can't rush it he'll be terrified Janis: 'specially as he's about to nod off Jimmy: give him a shoulder to put his head on Jimmy: loves a hug our kid Jimmy: 🐶 gonna beat you to it Janis: That's so fucking cute Jimmy: 📷 Janis: See, she loves yas Jimmy: him maybe, what's not to Janis: She says backatcha bitch what's your problem? Janis: Paraphrasing Jimmy: but I'm a nerd 👌 babe Janis: Bit rude Janis: Ignoring Twix like that Jimmy: stop Jimmy: I'm gonna laugh & wake 'em Janis: Blur your shot too #realpriority #tellmeimwrong #youcant Jimmy: you're such a dickhead Janis: Backatcha Janis: From me this time Jimmy: tah for making sure I knew Jimmy: 💕 Janis: lowkey needs to get her own mans Janis: dead sly coming for mine Jimmy: hang on, ain't I the third wheel? Janis: 😶 Oops Jimmy: sort yourself out, Jasmine Jimmy: bit snide & unholy that Janis: shut up Jimmy: look at Cass Jimmy: trying dead hard not to go too Jimmy: #itscatching Janis: 😎 Janis: success Jimmy: you tired? Janis: Little bit Jimmy: I've got a shoulder you can have Janis: Just the shoulder? Janis: 🤔 Janis: I'll take it Jimmy: & owt else Jimmy: depends how tired you are Jimmy: but whatever you want, you know Janis: 😍🤤😴 Janis: Me dreaming on it Jimmy: come here first Jimmy: I can't stretch that far Janis: Short arse 😋 Jimmy: Piss off Janis: Come on babe, you gotta have some tall girl jokes in ya Jimmy: maybe if I weren't thinking 'bout how long your legs are Jimmy: its distracting Janis: Is it? Janis: [Does the Sharon Stone leg cross 'cos nerd] Jimmy: remember when you said you hated me a bit Jimmy: mutual now Janis: Don't be a hater, babe Jimmy: stop Jimmy: or make use of how asleep everyone but your brother is Janis: [Comes over and puts her head on his shoulder to look up at him] Janis: What did you have in mind? Jimmy: [plays with her hair while he's 'thinking'] Janis: It's been a good day, hasn't it Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: even though that should sound fake Janis: No bullshit right now yeah Jimmy: 'course not Janis: Good Janis: I liked it too Jimmy: I like you too much for that shit Janis: We're on the same page Jimmy: 💕 Jimmy: [kisses her 'cause they cute] Janis: More please Jimmy: [kisses her harder this time 'cause she said the damn word] Janis: Never stop kissing me Jimmy: I had to, to read that, but alright Janis: Shh I just mean Janis: you know Jimmy: I know Jimmy: same page, yeah? Janis: Yeah Jimmy: But it is your turn Jimmy: not to be a dickhead Janis: My turn to what? Jimmy: kiss me Janis: Oh good Janis: Easy Janis: [Does] Jimmy: [again is too highkey about whenever she kisses him like calm down boy don't wake everyone up] Janis: I love how much you want me Jimmy: It's like I forget how good you are Jimmy: & then remember every time Janis: Not even gonna fake mad at you forgetting because that's the best way to describe it Jimmy: You're just Jimmy: how do you fucking do that? Janis: You're Janis: I don't know, I just wanna make you feel better than you ever have Jimmy: Challenge accepted & blown out the water, girl Jimmy: 🥇🥇🥇🥇 Jimmy: giving you a whole row Janis: 💕 Janis: Up for beating my own record though Janis: every time Jimmy: go on then Jimmy: give it a shot Janis: question is do we risk them waking up or my brother up front Janis: probably doesn't want to ignore me getting fucked twice in a day Jimmy: give him a break Jimmy: they sleep like the dead when they finally do Janis: Yeah? Janis: Let's put that theory to the test Jimmy: ready when you are Janis: Well I was gonna see just how ready you were my own way but if you're sure Jimmy: who am I to refuse you when #inspo strikes Jimmy: do it Janis: Been thinking about this ever since ice cream Jimmy: shit Janis: You taste better Jimmy: You're so much better than me at this silence thing Janis: [Comes up to kiss him to shh] Janis: Be good Jimmy: I'm trying Jimmy: but you're just Janis: Better? Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: alright Janis: Glad I got that in writing babe Jimmy: I don't care just don't stop Janis: Won't, this is too much fun Jimmy: It's Janis: I can feel how much you like it, you don't have to tell me Janis: the way you push your hips forward to get deeper, turning me on so much Jimmy: please tell me you've done this before Janis: No Jimmy: fuck Jimmy: I have to leave the country Jimmy: just not now Janis: Don't even think of moving unless it's further into my throat Janis: I told you, I just wanna make you fell good Jimmy: I really wanna hate you at this exact moment Jimmy: but I don't Janis: Why bother Janis: when it feels this good Jimmy: Janis Janis: Oh God Janis: Yes Jimmy? Jimmy: I don't know I just wanted to Janis: Don't worry I am so unbelievably wet for you Jimmy: I wanna taste you too Jimmy: after Janis: After you've cum in my mouth? Jimmy: & when reckon you couldn't be more turned on Janis: Actually going to kill me Janis: Actually don't care Jimmy: me either Jimmy: you can have that first of mine, it's only fair Jimmy: never made a girl cum with just my tongue before Janis: Really? Jimmy: my ex weren't into it Janis: but it feels so Janis: fuck Janis: and if you wanna do it like damn Jimmy: maybe I'm shit at it? feel free to send her your thoughts in a bit Janis: My thoughts will not be cohesive but she's welcome to hear me begging you if she's into that, like Jimmy: mine haven't been all day Jimmy: probably since I met you Janis: What did you think of me when you met me, not personality just looks Jimmy: when I met you or when I first saw you? Janis: You remember when you first saw me Jimmy: #creepyartist Jimmy: sorry Janis: It's nice Janis: I'm just surprised, 'course I remember but there's one of you and however many of us Jimmy: It was a shit lesson & I was doodling Jimmy: which I probably shouldn't tell you turned into you Jimmy: but like Jimmy: weren't gonna draw Mr Lucas was I? Janis: You absolutely should tell me that Jimmy: You wanna see it? Janis: You have it? Jimmy: It's on the page of whatever notes I bothered to do before it Janis: I wanna see it Janis: No wonder everyone fancies you Jimmy: I'll find it when we get back then Jimmy: just don't expect too much Janis: You know I like your doodles Jimmy: but I told you, you're prettier than I can draw you Janis: I don't care, I just like that you did it Jimmy: I'm not gonna date someone who isn't hot even if it's fake Janis: I really didn't think you saw me like that Jimmy: why? Janis: Well you did say you picked me so you wouldn't be tempted Janis: not that I actually expect everyone to fall at my feet but just seemed like an indication, like Jimmy: what was I gonna say? Jimmy: you're really fucking pretty please fake date me Janis: I mean yeah, hindsight Janis: IDK Jimmy: I thought you reckoned I was Jimmy: I don't know Janis: I thought you were like, stupid hot, yeah but then when you didn't take immediate advantage of that, start going out with all the popular girls and hanging with the lads I took more notice Janis: like Janis: I could tell none of that stupid shit mattered to you either but I could hardly come up to you and be like same, like you'd think I was such a dickhead and not in a cute way Jimmy: I get it Jimmy: I'm not approachable Jimmy: outside of the CG where they pay me to be Jimmy: it's deliberate Janis: But exactly, me too, hence I didn't, it's like I could work out how it'd go down 'cos of how I would have been if it was the other way 'round Jimmy: it don't matter now Jimmy: you're here Janis: You can tell me to fuck off at any time Janis: it'll only be a bit shit Jimmy: shut up Janis: Didn't mean to do this, you know Janis: but I'm not mad it happened Jimmy: I know Janis: Sorry Janis: didn't mean to make it weird ignore me Jimmy: It's not weird Jimmy: nowt more than you Janis: 😏 Jimmy: & I wanna know this shit Jimmy: even if it means I have to show you my shit #art Janis: it is not shit Janis: anyway you can always make some more you're proud of 📸 Jimmy: [snaps a pic of her 'cause he's cheeky like that] Janis: A professional would've given me some warning, boy Jimmy: so you can pose? fuck that fake shit, remember Janis: fuck that fake shit Janis: delete it if I look shit though, tah Jimmy: [shows her 'cause he ain't that rude] Jimmy: do you want me to? Janis: You can keep it Janis: just for you Jimmy: alright Jimmy: [snaps a pic of himself too] Jimmy: for you then Janis: Thanks Janis: You're pretty Jimmy: piss off Janis: Take the compliment Jimmy: gimme a better one Janis: I've been LITERALLY sucking your dick and telling you how much I love the taste what's wrong with pretty Jimmy: I don't know Jimmy: just Janis: Okay, it's cool, think of something you do like and I'll call you that instead Jimmy: leave it out Jimmy: You can say what you want Janis: No point if you don't like it Jimmy: don't be in a strop about it Jimmy: that's not Janis: I ain't, seriously Jimmy: just pretend I said nowt Janis: Jimmy, it's fine, I mean it Jimmy: it's not Jimmy: go back Jimmy: like I never said Janis: Okay Jimmy: alright Janis: [Kisses him but gentle] Jimmy: [kisses her back low key too much 'cause he's trying to erase that blip there oh boy] Janis: They really are soundo Jimmy: I told you Janis: Cute when they're sleeping Jimmy: not when you have to sleep with 'em Janis: I shouldn't keep staying over should I Janis: when you think you might get a bed to yourself, like Jimmy: do you wanna stay? Janis: Yeah but Jimmy: but what? Janis: If you need a decent night's kip just say Jimmy: just say if you don't wanna come over Janis: Is that what I said? Nah 'cos that isn't what I want Jimmy: It ain't what I said or want either Janis: Have to check, that's all Jimmy: why? Jimmy: why do you have to? Janis: 'Cos I told you I didn't wanna go Home and I'd hate for you to feel like you gotta have me, I want you to want me Jimmy: don't be a dickhead Jimmy: I want you Janis: Alright Janis: Good Jimmy: [kisses her 'cause gotta prove it now like] Janis: Fuck baby Janis: Are we friends again? 😏 Jimmy: do you kiss your mates like that? Janis: What mates? Jimmy: [starts kissing her neck instead and just moving to where he can 'cause clothes are a thing sadly for them but not sadly for everyone else] Janis: It's like that, huh? Okay Jimmy: I'm just getting out of the friendzone babe Janis: Such a smartarse Janis: Show me what we are I want it Jimmy: where? Janis: [#exposes dem collarbones] Here Jimmy: [don't have to tell him twice okay] Janis: That's going to look so fucking pretty Jimmy: I'll 📷 when it's ready Janis: Why does that get me so Janis: do Jimmy: I'll go all night Jimmy: me and the camera Janis: Jesus Jim Janis: Please fuck me right now I miss having you that close Jimmy: [Can't say no to a please ever so] Janis: How do you know exactly what I like Janis: Seriously Jimmy: how do you know what I like? Janis: Maybe we don't question it Janis: just so glad you do Jimmy: It's just Jimmy: I reckon I know that you'll like it before I even do it Janis: I feel that Janis: like I should be second-guessing everything probably but I'm just Janis: not Jimmy: you shouldn't be second guessing nowt Jimmy: you're Jimmy: you're fucking incredible at all of this Janis: It feels incredible Jimmy: You could probably make me cum without properly touching me Jimmy: 'cause you're just 🥇 you know Janis: Maybe we'll put that to the test later but I like touching you too much right now to stop Jimmy: & I want you to touch me all the time Janis: I just keep thinking how hard it'll be to be in lessons with you now I know all the things we could be doing instead, like Jimmy: we won't go Jimmy: fuck it Janis: Sorry teachers sorry parents 😋 Jimmy: sorry ain't how we'll feel Janis: nope Janis: and we can be as loud as we want because everyone else will have fucked off and it'll just be us all day Jimmy: you can be as loud as you want Jimmy: I always am Janis: It's your house though I can't start screaming casually 😂 Jimmy: like you said, it's my house Jimmy: so yeah you can Janis: 🤤 Janis: okay whatever you say Jimmy: you can show me how loud you wanna be Jimmy: when you don't have to be anything else Janis: that sounds so good Jimmy: 'til I find out you just wanted to be a horny mute this whole time Jimmy: 💔 Janis: shut up Janis: like you don't know all the things I wanna say to you whilst I can still be coherent Jimmy: I like it when you can't Janis: Fuck me harder then, they're not waking and Iggy ain't looking Jimmy: lose control for me Jimmy: really Janis: Don't let me stop okay Jimmy: you won't 'cause I won't Janis: Don'thold bac, I want it so hard Jimmy: Challenge accepted, don't worry Janis: Thank fuck I met you Janis: I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else and I need this Jimmy: I need you Janis: I'm here, I'm all yours Jimmy: [more kissing 'cause boy shut your damn mouth you're testing me] Janis: [is whisper moaning into his ear, holding onto his neck] Jimmy: [doing his best to make her be louder as per] Jimmy: come on Jimmy: I know that isn't how loud you wanna be Janis: What if he hears Jimmy: after everything we did earlier, does that matter? Jimmy: [puts music on from his phone though 'cause considerate] Jimmy: alright? Janis: Not gonna take time to critique your musical tastes 'cos yes, so alright right now Jimmy: piss off it's a tune Janis: 😂 Janis: I'm not really listening, not gonna lie Jimmy: Can't fake 💔 right now Jimmy: you've got my attention Janis: Watch me Janis: Watch me cum all over your cock again and again and listen to every sound that comes with Jimmy was timed out 6 hours ago Jimmy joined the chat 3 hours ago Jimmy: [makes his own fair share of sounds including saying her name 'cause damn] Janis: 💕 Jimmy: 😍 Janis: I have no words left Jimmy: challenge accepted Janis: I can't Jimmy: [just doing what he can to get her to talk 'cause living for it] Janis: Jimmy Jimmy: Janis Janis: Fucking Janis: I Janis: You're gonna make me say some stupid shit Jimmy: I told you, you can say what you want Janis: You make me feel so good Jimmy: You do to me Janis: Good Janis: That's all I wanna do Jimmy: don't stop then Janis: Yeah? Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: [gotta use my kiss escape hatch again 'cause shhh boy] Janis: Baby Janis: [Takes his phone and turns the music up 'cos] Jimmy: I'm never gonna be able to listen to this song again without you, am I? Janis: Not sorry Jimmy: You're Jimmy: you sound better Janis: It's you Janis: I didn't know boys made noise too Jimmy: Just me & Barry, like Janis: Don't 😂 Janis: Appreciate the efforts to turn me off but Jimmy: [redoubles his efforts to keep her turned on instead] Janis: Oh Jimmy: 💕 Janis: I like you Jimmy: I like you too Janis: Same page yeah Jimmy: for real Janis: [Kisses him 'til they finish] Jimmy: [snuggles her after 'cause he's soft] Jimmy: do you wanna sleep too? Janis: [puts her head in his lap and stretches out] Janis: maybe Janis: are you going to too? Jimmy: [plays with her hair again 'cause fave] Jimmy: maybe Janis: This is nice Janis: let's stay like this for a while Jimmy: 👌 Janis: 😊 Jimmy: [is obviously really sleepy pulling them Cass fighting sleep moves] Janis: [Reaches up, is massaging his neck and shoulders] Janis: Sleep time Jimmy: oh Janis: You're tense baby, let me help you Jimmy: when you put it like that Janis: [Goes harder 'cos course she knows how, Cali kid] Janis: Tell me if it's too much Jimmy: Nah it's Jimmy: Good Janis: Good Jimmy: fuck's sake Jimmy: is there anything you can't do? Janis: Why are you mad, you're benefitting, aren't you? Jimmy: 'cause you're like perfect Jimmy: not part of the deal Janis: don't be stupid Janis: I'm a dickhead yeah Jimmy: You ARE a dickhead Jimmy: gonna be more of one when school starts yeah? Jimmy: star of the classroom Janis: for you, yeah Janis: 😍 so blatant Jimmy: it'll gimme summat to draw so tah Janis: long as you show me Jimmy: [traces the 😍 on her with his finger 'cause nerd] Janis: you've given me goosebumps Jimmy: 💕 Jimmy: [snuggles her though 'cause they just cute nerds bye] Janis: Thanks Janis: for today Jimmy: you sorted it Jimmy: it's your shout Janis: Yeah but you lot came Janis: I haven't had a decent day like that in a while, what I'm saying Jimmy: I get it Jimmy: us either Janis: Not to be weird about it Janis: Obvs Jimmy: not you Jimmy: just wouldn't Janis: Cheek 😏 Jimmy: don't sound like me either that Janis: Nah Janis: so normal so #basic Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: [is a yawny boy] Janis: Come on now Janis: Swap places with me Jimmy: alright Janis: [Strokes his hair] Jimmy: that's Janis: Shh Janis: Just enjoy it Jimmy: but we're gonna be back soon, aren't we? Janis: I mean don't think I can carry you, Cass and Bobs in, yeah but Jimmy: just wake me up in time Jimmy: not like when you made us miss our stop Janis: Holding that against me like you didn't love it okay Janis: don't think Igs is gonna drive 'round Dublin all day, it's good Jimmy: shh Jimmy: I'm just enjoying this Janis: [Leans down to kiss him too] Jimmy: I really am Janis: 💕 Janis: Fucking nerd Jimmy: you Jimmy: I'm 😎 Janis: 😏 saw my snap then Jimmy: it was #art babe Jimmy: loved it Janis: Only 'cos I made you look good, bighead Janis: 👀 you Jimmy: keeping up your part of the deal & then some Jimmy: [is clearly falling asleep though] Janis: You know it, babe Jimmy: 👍