#and sky is probably... more like 'well i can take care of myself for a bit if shit goes south' but brandons like

[alicentofhightower]

the cost of a dragon

pairing: addam velaryon x wife!reader

synopsis: addam is covered in cuts and scrapes from falling and running in the forest, and now you must take care of him.

includes: fluff, episode 6 heavy spoilers, probably historically inaccurate w some parts but we’re just gonna Let That Slide, not proofread again oops

wc: 1.3k

a/n: i love him so bad. rn my top 3 tb characters are rhaenyra rhaena and addam. he’s so sweet!! i really hope we get to see a lot more of him in the next few episodes

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Addam is bewildered when he returns to your home, panting, eyes wide and mouth agape. You’ve never seen him like this, but you guess that it’s the dragon laying beside your house that’s done it.

“What’s happened?” You exclaim when you see the way he’s stumbled in, bleeding from a cut on his cheek.

“…The, the dragon,” He mumbles, locked hair spilling over his shoulders. Addam walks over to where you stand by the kitchen table, hands gently grasping your forearms, as yours do his, thumbs running over your skin to ground himself. He smells strange, like something otherworldly. Could it have been because of the beast outside your door?

“It came to me, followed me through the woods by the shore. I think I’ve claimed him. Yes, that’s what I’ve done. I must go.” Addam attempts to retract himself from your grip, but to no avail.

The pots and pans inside rattle when the silver creature lay its head on the yard outside, no doubt resting from its flight. “Please, my love,” Addam insists. “I need to go and see the queen myself. She is in need of more dragons herself, is she not? If I serve her, perhaps she will allow you and I to live at Dragonstone with her. This is our chance.”

You shake your head, apron ruffling from the beach’s wind blowing through the window. Addam has always been ambitious, has always wanted the best for you and himself. He’s fiercely loyal to you, a quality that made you want to marry him in the first place.

“Addam.” Your hands fly up to cup his cheeks, stopping him from continuing on with his tangent. “You’re covered in gashes and dirt and sand. At least let me lend you a hand.”

He softens at that, jaw seeming to unclench. Addam’s brown eyes have always been expressive, and now they seem to look at you as if you’re the sweetest person he’s ever known. “…I suppose you’re right,” He mutters, “but we must make haste.”

Finally, you let go of each other. You use one of your hands to intertwine your fingers with his, and the other to grip your skirts as you lead him to your room. It’s small and modest, mostly swallowed up by the bed you share. “Sit,” You say, almost commandingly, quickly fetching a spare piece of cloth by the tub in the main room and a bowl of water.

Addam’s eyes almost glint at the way you flounce about before him. He spreads his legs so you are able to stand between them, chin tilting up so he can make eye contact with you while you fix him up.

“Let me see.”

He holds out his right arm, palm up, covered in tiny scratches and sand from his poor attempt to escape from his new dragon. Seasmoke, he remembers. Addam squeezes your right hand lightly while the other cleans him up.

You barely manage to suppress a heavy scoff at the mess in front of you, but you dab gently at it with the towel anyway, soaked with water. “What did you do?” You ask, brows knitting together. “Did you try to run from it?”

“Yes,” He admits, face scrunching together at the fresh memory. You’ve told him to be careful of the sky-beasts constantly looming over the two of you, and he knows he’ll be scolded for trying to escape the damn thing.

You shake your head, mostly to yourself, and Addam’s shoulders deflate. “Well, what would you have done?” He asks, exasperated. “My apologies for wanting to come home to you tonight.”

You pinch his arm. “I only worry for you,” You say, voice soft. Addam and his brother, Alyn, are the only family you’ve left; you’d never known your father, and your sweet mother had died of a fever shortly after your seventeenth nameday. She hadn’t been able to last, to see you wed the man you love so dearly.

“…What will you say, when you see Queen Rhaenyra? She may think you are coming as a foe, to battle rather than service.”

Addam hisses as you brush against a particularly deep cut, eyes squeezing shut. “Sorry,” You say, and he only tips your interlaced fingers up to his lips and kisses the back of your hand.

Your husband pauses after he lets your hands back down, considering the weight of whatever his words to the Black Queen will mean. He almost thinks of it as a duty, to you and his brother. To further your ever so small family.

“I suppose the words will come to me when it happens.” He swallows harshly, eyes averted from yours, darting around like he’s telling himself to fucking think.

You’ve moved onto his other arm, now, and suddenly the odor of him has become unbearable. It’s nothing like anything you’ve smelled before.

Grimacing, you drop the washcloth and cover your nose with your hand, taking a step back. “What?” questions Addam, clearly confused. “What’s the matter?”

“Gods, you fucking stink. What is that?”

Addam laughs. He laughs, tension seeping out of him as he does. “It must be the dragon,” He claims, reaching out to grab your waist and pull you back towards him. “Don’t mind it, please.”

You’re unable to fight the smile you feel blooming, because despite the fact that your husband reeks of his new dragon sleeping outside your home, and your feet are sore from walking to the markets, only to find nothing, and your nerves are set ablaze thinking of his meeting with Rhaenyra, Addam is here. He’s here with you, holding you, safe in the comfort of your humble little home.

The feeling is fleeting, only settling in you for a moment, but you tip your head down to press a kiss to his mouth. “You must be vigilant,” You plead when you pull away, ignoring the way Addam’s lips seem to chase after yours. “And you must return to me. I do not know what I would do if I were to lose you.”

“I will be. I swear it.”

You brush away the dried blood on his cheek with the cloth, frowning. “We should leave, shouldn’t we? Fly to Essos, where we will be safe without the threat of war. That dragon is large enough to saddle three, isn’t it? We can go-“

A thumb soothingly presses against your lips, silencing you. “…If I can put the thing to use, it will strengthen us. Strengthen whatever I have with my father.”

Addam had always been desperate to get the same attention from Lord Corlys that Alyn had always seemed to receive after he’d saved the man. You’d never spoken to the Lord Velaryon yourself before, but it was hard to miss the way he’d stare at you when you visited your husband in the shipyard, almost melancholically.

“I do not care for jewels and gowns and for you to be gilded in glory, Addam,” You state, pushing his wrist away from your face. “I care for you. Should we not go now? I could find your brother.”

“No.” He shakes his head, standing from the bed, now towering over you. His fingers, callused from his seemingly never-ending work on Lord Corlys’s ship, caress your waist almost reverently.

Almost every inch of your skin heats up when Addam leans down to kiss your chest, right where your heart is. The skin is covered by the sea-blue gown you wear, a white apron tied about your waist, and you shudder at the feel of his lips on such an intimate spot.

He kisses up from your bosom to your mouth again, firm and sweet and longing. There’s no guarantee you’ll ever see him again, but some strange part of you feels that all will be well. It’s a naive thought, perhaps, but one you welcome nonetheless.

“I will come back to you,” He promises, voice rasping. “I love you.”

[tiamathh]

Your Next Friendship <3

Note: it's been a while, this is a repost but I have the same audience I had like 4 years ago so bear with me, new pac being worked on love you stay hydrated stay healthy muah <33 like and rb if you can!

Do not plagiarise, reword, steal, repost my work!

✧ Masterlist

Pile 1

Oh, this is cute, this will be a very new beginning for both parties!! There will be a lot of innocence here, it's playful and will help heal your inner child. This person may even help you feel freer, you could help them back by making them be more careful and grounded with their decisions. You may be manifesting this friendship!! It will definitely be some sort of wish fulfilment for you. They would be someone who's really accomplished and successful in whatever they do, they could have Aries or Capricorn in their chart as well. They'll teach you how to be more confident and open to accepting love and affection. Your relationship dynamic is very given and take, however you may find yourself too absorbed in this friendship at one point where you could miss out on meeting new people and making more friends, so beware of that.

Ah there's so much cheerful and extroverted energy here! The person coming in is definitely a people person, they may love socialising and something about their laugh will stand out, they could like accessorising as well. They're someone who looks towards the brighter side of life, but they may have problems with facing negative emotions, which could lead to toxic positivity to a certain extent. They may also like spoiling their loved ones with gifts, you may work on a project together as well.

Keywords: close, build, seeking answers, paying attention, curiosity, money, status, complacency, love you as a friend, anger, define, allowed, everything, dreams, smooth, why? Far away

Song: Manta Rays - Chloe Moriondo

Pile 2

Ah, okay so this person is probably someone who is mysterious and can come off as deceptive at times. The kind of person you may think is shady or brooding, someone who could be a little more pessimistic. They could be struggling with their mental health and could get stuck in their own head quite a bit, and may have issues with feelings of inadequacy. This friendship may be more for them and less for you, it's giving karmic relationship where you'll help heal them and they'll teach you important lessons. They could be extremely wise beyond their years, but they could have trouble expressing it in a way that doesn't come off as slightly argumentative.

However, your relationship dynamic would be very sweet and promote a lot of growth for the both of you. They may teach you how to stand up for yourself more and take a more realistic approach, maybe you're someone who is more idealistic, they'll help ground you whereas you can teach them how to take it easy and not be very hard on themselves. This would be a very strong bond, they may be someone who believe actions speak louder than words and their love language could be acts of service and physical touch, they would be the kind to ensure your comfort over anything else and could remember small details about you.

Keywords: angry, forgive, camp, dirty shoes, first choice, night conversations, strangers, doubts, imagine, almonds, loneliest, accept myself, worship, passion, devotion, planning.

Song: Wish on the same sky - Monsta X

Pile 3

Oh, this could be someone who you could meet either while travelling or online. They may be different than you in terms of your ideologies, ethnicity, country, etc. They could also be someone who has different ideologies from you and could teach you how to look at things from different perspectives especially if you're more stubborn and set in your own ways. There could be some argumentative energy here, initially there could be a bit of conflict however the both of you will bring balance into each other's lives. They may teach you how to balance your masculine and feminine energies and make them work together rather than focusing on one at a time.

This could prove to be a perfect partnership, probably a long-term friendship as well, this person will be charming and fearless, they could be someone who thinks about consequences after an action been completed, a bit impulsive but it works for them either way. You could think they're really lucky and generous, something about their hair would stand out as well, they could attract big crowds too. Your dynamic would rely a lot on words and communication, maybe you text more than call but they would be big on words of affirmation, the kind to stop you from continuing negative self-talk (if you do talk negatively about yourself).

Keywords: power, universe at play, timing, patience, repression, hunger, senses, hands, drink, forever, exploring, learning, protection, in love, believe, trying, dream girl, boring clothes.

Song: Suburban Wonderland - BETWEEN FRIENDS

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Stolen Goods 3

Warnings: noncon and other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

Ft. Lloyd Hansen, petite!pregnant reader

I also beg of you to leave me some tuppence in the form of a comment and/or reblog. You are cherished!

Enjoy, my loverlies.

You hit the back of the trunk with your fist, the tires put to the limit as the man drives without caution. He's honked several times and screeched to many jarring halts. You're trapped in more than just that compartment, bouncing around with the groceries, you're enshrined in a fervour of fear and despair. 

Why is this happening to you? Who is this man? What is he going to do to you? 

Well, what has he already done? 

“Please, sir, I won't tell anyone,” you beg through the back seat, "please. Just take me back--" 

"Do you like classic rock? Jazz?" He asks as the car swerves and he switches lanes. Holy shoot, is he on the highway?  

"What? Please, I promise--" 

"You're distracting me, sweet stuff, you're gonna get us both pancaked by a sixteen-wheeler," he clucks, "just calm down and enjoy the music." 

He flips on the stereo and the local pop station plays. He hums along for a moment, "Ariana, nice." He turns up the familiar top ten and you whimper. 

This is surreal. You really can't believe it. It all happened so quickly. The way he touched you, the way you just stood there and let it happen, then how he just locked you in here! Who does that? Who lets someone do that? Who doesn't raise her voice and tell him to stop? Or ignore him and get in the car and drive away? 

You. You're stupid. You should have been patient and waited for Jake. You should have done so much differently.  

Your tears spring as easily as ever. Your hormones have you always ready to overflow and now seems as suiting as that cat food commercial. You crumble completely, giving up on begging, and bawl. You're going to die, your baby too. 

Maybe that's your fault too. You were so scared when you saw the positive. When you realised the condom broke. There was that split second you wished it wasn't true. When you hoped that it might undo itself. Then you wanted it. You still do. Your baby. Things aren't perfect but you can make them better. 

You jostle with the paper bags, wallowing in your resignation and dread. Time throttles you until it feels like the whole world is on your chest. You hug your belly and apologise to your child. You're supposed to take care of them. 

When the car stops, the sudden dearth of sound slaps you in the face. You sniffle and listen with breath bated. The driver's side opens and dips. He stands and his footfalls stride undaunted towards the trunk. 

You brace yourself. You can't give up yet. The lock clicks and the lid lifts. You push it up before he can open it all the way but he has his hand on your neck before you can leap out. 

"Oh, baby cakes," he squeezes and you cough, "you don't think I'm that stupid, do you?" 

The dimming sky shrouds his figure and he puts cold metal to your cheek, "you don't wanna get yourself hurt. Or the kid, huh?" He presses the metal barrel firmly to your temple, "I don't wanna hurt you either but you gotta give a little." 

"S-sorry," you choke out and latch onto his thick wrist, teetering on your knees as the rest against the edge of the trunk, "I---I--" 

"I know, baby. You're scared. Change is terrifying but I heard you talking to the deadbeat," he pulls the gun away and holsters it. He eases you forward and helps you put your feet to the ground. He keeps a strong hold on you, "you can do better." He smirks, "hi, I'm better, but you can call me Lloyd." 

You gape at him. Is that a joke? 

“And you are...” he enunciates your name. “Sorry about your purse, I tossed it some ditch, but I got the important shit out of it.” 

“Huh?” You blink at him dumbly. 

“Phone’s wiped too. So, I’ll probably just break that down for parts--” 

“Wait, what? Why—please, why are you doing this?” 

“I’m not too sure myself, shortcake, but we’ll figure it out.”  

He slips his hand down to your wrist and pulls you away from the car. He shuts the trunk and the noise echoes off the high ceiling. You look up at the interior of the garage. Several cars are parked in the space. What kind of place is this? 

“Come on, you don’t wanna hang out in here,” he snorts and tugs you to follow him. 

All you can do is let him guide you. You keep your free hand on your stomach as your eyes burn. You can’t give up. You have to keep going for your baby. 

He takes you up a short set of steps and into a house just as colossal as the garage. He looks down at your feet as you stand on the mat. He tuts. Your slides were lost somewhere in your struggle. Your feet are cold and dirty. 

“Hm, well... what now?” He asks. 

“What now?” You squeak. “What do you--” 

“Look, honey buns, I’m not asking you,” he turns and keeps his hand around your wrist, walking you forward as if you’re on a leash. 

You’re confused. What does he mean? He doesn’t even know what he’s doing. What kind of man just does this spontaneously? 

“Erm, Lloyd,” you say softly, “it’s... not too late to take me back.” 

“Ah, but you’re wrong, sweet stuff. It’s way too late,” he snickers. “I scrubbed the traffic cams and the surveillance at the grocery store. It’s all gone. You’re gone.” He stops you in a bright foyer and faces you, “I don’t give my toys back.” 

[kyri45]

✨ISAT Sky: Cotl!AU Q&A (22-09)✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the ISAT Sky: Cotl!AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto:Hey your ISAT Sky: COTL crossover comic is what got me to try out sky, it's pretty fun even if players approaching me is a bit intimidating for my socially anxious self. The comic itself is pretty nice too and thank you for getting me into such a cute looking game :3

Thank you so much!!!♥️♥️♥️ sky is wonderful, it became my personal happy place!

@lunarmoff ha chiesto: Hello!! Hi, you probably have a lot of asks in your box but I wanted to thank you for getting me into isat! I first read your Isat sky au when I was in the sky fandom and I loved it even though I didn't know the characters at all! Now that I've gotten into the fandom and gotten to know the characters, I understand your au a lot more now. I love your art style and how you added a bunch of peoples sky kids into your story! I myself would have given you my sky kid but I found your comic a little to late to give them to you. Just know that I love your comic, and I can't wait to see how it ends!!!

AAAAAhhhhh that's awesome!!!So gad that you like ISAT! It's an emotional rollercoaster but it's soooo good!

@a-tired-human-draws-junk ha chiesto: I've been reading ur sky cotl x isat au and its driving me NUTS isat is a newer brainrot for me and sky is an OLD one like I havent played sky properly in over a year and you dragged me back into the game w ur comics DURING THE SEASON OF DUETS and I've been playing daily so I can get stuff AND I CANT BELIEVE AN ISAT AU IS WHAT DRAGGED ME BACK TO CANDLERUNNING HELL /lhj Anyways love the sky cotl x isat comics I see siffrin is still an idiot (Also I cant stop imagine siffrin honking at his family like a goddamn excited moth while running around them goofily as per average sky kid interaction and the mental image is so funny)

ASDFGHJKL YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I NEED SIFFRIN TO JUST- ACT LIKE A GOOFY EXCITED AND INNOCENT SKY KID AGAIN. HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY!!!! HE DESERVE ALL THE HAPPYNESS AND FLUFF IN THE WORLD AND I'M HERE TO GIVE IT TO HIM (after I made him suffer hell of course)

@o-rainknight-o ha chiesto:I just want you to know that I love your art! It's so beautiful!Your LMK AU is amazing. I haven't played Sky in a while and I've never played ISAT but my sister has, so I know a little about it. It's also very pretty the way you draw it.Make sure not to overwork yourself too! We are all strangers here but a lot of us care :)

Ty!!!! I hope you get the chance to play sky as well!

@scarftale-bryan ha chiesto: Why did the lads skip the plains and wasteland?

cause I don't have the time or will to draw all 6 the realms. And also cause geographically, I don't know where the wastelands could be placed in Guadeloupe

Anonimo ha chiesto:

crying wailing throwing up over isat cotl i love it so much

AAAHH TY!!!

@puppetxtheatre ha chiesto: I don't even like sky but your comic was so good it convinced me to play ISAT and now I'm in love with the game thank you

WELCOME TO YOUR NEW HELL/pos

Anonimo ha chiesto: is it bad that i keep tricking myself into believing your isat comics are canon?

omg I myself have to do it otherwise I would just go insane over the fact we will never have comfirmation to what happened to the forgotten island

Anonimo ha chiesto:I don't know anything about children of the sky (is that the name???) but I really like ISAT and I ADORE your comic. I'm so pumped to see all them colors and pretty stuff in your awesome style

Thank you! Me as well omg you have no idea (even though then panels will take double the time to color

@kestrel-bee ha chiesto: Hihi!

I’m loving your Shadowpeach AU, loving the current angst :]

but when going through your profile I saw your ISAT x COTL AU, which reminded me of the fact that I’d been intending to buy ISAT for a long while, so I finally did.

That was yesterday and I am now 6hrs in. Thank you for the new hyperfixation material 🙏

LMAO THAT WAS ME. THE FUCK (I finished the game in 3 days.)

Anonimo ha chiesto:I would just like to say I am in LOVE with the way you draw the sky kids! This is making me inspired to draw my sky kid!!

Thank you!!!

@sunsetcannon ha chiesto: Considering I am both an ISAT fan and a Sky fan I'm going to be permanently rotating this AU in my head like it's a microwave so thank you for that

And I need you to know that unfortunately you'll remain in said microwave for a lot more/pos

@selfdestructivecat ha chiesto: Hello! I have a question about your ISAT: COTL AU comic! So Nesting guide was there! Does that mean that Season of Nesting had already happened in this universe? Presumably Season of Revival will be happening once the dust has settled on this comic and everyone works on restoring Aviary Village, so does that mean that Revival happens after Nesting in this timeline? And will Duets, the most recent season, also have happened before Revival? (I’m just very happy because now my skid, a nesting moth, canonically can exist in this au! XD)

You can find the timeline of the AU here!

[capricorngirly]

“Strawberries & Cigarettes” ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Pope Heyward smau

𓏲܀ Pairing: kook!reader x pope heyward

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0.8k words !

𓏲܀ Warnings for the whole smau: established relationship between pope x y/n, Kiara is kind of a bitch, use of drugs and alcohol, cursing, death mentioned, sex jokes, posible smut later on.

ೄྀ Taglist: @writtenbyhollywood

I hear the door bell ringing telling me that Pope arrived to my house, I got out of my room and went to greet him at the door happily, when I got to the final steps of the stairs it seemed like my dad was already doing so as he was leaving to so God knows what.

“I thought you were coming to visit sooner boy, we've missed you around.” I heard my dad say to him as he gave him a hug, I stare from the stairs smiling, Pope returned the hug and looked up,his gaze and mine colliding, he smiled too. “Sorry sir, had a lot of work with the shop and everything going on” he broke the hug, my dad waved goodbye and got out of the house closing the door behind him, Pope took off his hat, placed it on the counter next to the entry and started walking to me still smiling.

“Hey there baby” he said letting out a chuckle as he hugged me picking me up from the ground a little “Hi love” I answered giving him a peck, he put me on the stairs again and took my hand as I offered it to him, we started going up the stairs to my room.

When we finally got to my room, I closed the door, locking it behind us, smiling I pointed him to my window, our usual hang out spot when he comes over is my rooftop, either to drink, smoke or just make out feeling the fresh air, as he got out the window I go to get the joint I rolled earlier from my purse that's on my bedside table and my lighter to follow him out the window.

…

As we sat on my rooftop smoking and looking at the stars appearing on the sky upon us I remember the text of him saying we needed to talk.

“You said we needed to talk, love?” I whispered to him feeling how the weed was already making it's way on my system. He turned to me licking his lips “I think I’m ready to tell the pogues,” He whispered back looking directly in my eyes but with a relax expression on his face.

I examine his face before speaking myself, I know how his friends think about kooks and pogues being together and how they feel about kooks in general, the both of us don't care at all obviously, that's why we're together and I know JJ tolerates me but I'm pretty sure it's just because I buy my weed from him, Kiara and I haven't talked since like tenth grade I think, just some preteen misunderstanding I like to think, I never really talked to John B, don't know a lot more than what everybody on Outer Banks knows and Sarah probably wasn't fond of me either, I mean I'm friends with people who hurt her? Her brother and I can actually get along and my best friend is her new sister in law, kind of, Sofia doesn't really talk about her relationship with Rafe.

“Do you think they will understand?” I asked giving the joint another hit as I heard him replaying to me almost instantly. “Hopefully baby, they're my best friends in the whole world but my only concern is their deep hatred for kooks.” He puts an arm on my knee caressing it slightly as he took the joint from my hands and gave it a hit, proceeding to blow the air in my face, I breathed in the smoke letting out a giggle and taking a deep breath before replaying to him.

“Yeah baby… and guess who's a kook, lover boy?” I asked jokingly with sarcasm touching up his arm that's on me as I lay back on the roof, he laughed at my comment and layed back too starting to caress my thigh with his thumb “Well, then you might be the only kook I like” He replayed turning his head to me as he speaked, I turned too hitting the joint with a smile on my face, I let the smoke out and talk “I sure hope you like me, I'm your girlfriend” I looked at him dearly while he took it from my hand and gave it a hit as I kept talking “Besides, you're probably the only pogue I like so, we're even baby” He chuckled rolling his eyes as he heard me speak, he smiled and started to talk “I was thinking maybe we could hang out with them tomorrow…” He suggested and... tomorrow?

“Tomorrow?” I sat back up way too quickly feeling as if the weed was suddenly disappearing from my organism I know it wasn't possible but it caught me so off guard I didn't even know if he replied.

𓏲܀A/Note: dark theme is y/n's pov light is Pope's <3 unlocked their private acc for each other, also! Keep in mind english not being my first language it is a struggle. 😫 Tell me if you want to be added to the taglist.

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[thecapricunt1616]

Knock knock 🚪✊- Is anyone out there?! For some reason the bug has only been biting me to write late at night, so I’m sorry I’ve been posting so late lately (lol) but I hope that some lip smutty fluff brightens up your morning! (p.s. ; yes I know there are still 17 asks rotting away in my box. I prooomise I’m getting to them. I’m wanting to do asks how I usually do them, which is giving you an 8-10k plot instead of just what I can write on my phone since I don’t have a laptop at the moment, but I swear im trying to get a new one suuuuper soon!!! I love you all!!)

I’ve been thinking all day, probably since it is Carnival season after all - about how fun it would be to go to a Carnival with Lip over summer break, or even take a roadtrip to Cedar Point together and make a whole week out of it?! Eeee our prince deserves some fun time! I just know he’s the kind that is such a kid at heart, he grew up with so many siblings! He also has Frannie around, so he would totally love stuff like that (more BTC)

(Warnings for BTC: AFAB reader, No physical attributes for reader are described other then r/ has long hair, Smut!!!, No use of Y/N {r/ goes by pet names like baby, sweetheart, honey, etc.}, Fluff {happy lip!!}, Established relationship, College!Lip, sweet older-brother vibes from Lip, vomiting (r throws up cotton candy, it’s not too bad or long though!) , No ‘typical’ Gallagher drama to be found! {giving our mans a break!!} , not heavily edited, sweet/caring BF!Lip) [if I missed any please let me know in the comments!]

So you’d get there probably just as the sun is setting ‘because that’s the most romantic time to go’ he’d teased, in your ear earlier that afternoon between heavy needy kisses that you shared the moment he’d gotten home from work and he tugged you up to his bedroom since the house had been empty, he was going to use that time ever wisely.

He had been talking up this grand fun night together when the Carnival Fair was finally coming to town that weekend. It was going to be a wonderful chance for you and him to get some nice time alone, especially after finishing out your spring semester of school and having the summer off. He’d been working the summer at Patsy’s, so he told you he was gonna have all the money a girl could dream to get cotton candy and funnel cake since you’d gushed about how when you were a kid those were your favorite to get.

He had wrapped his beat up Jean jacket around your shoulders as you walked after he bought your tickets, even though it was nearing the middle of August and during the day summer was in full swing - fall had already begun to creep in at night causing goosebumps to arise on your arms. “Have I ever told you what a gentleman you are, Gallagher?” You kiss his cheek gently and he chuckled, shaking his head a bit

“Takin’ care of you is my job baby.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, kissing your head gently as you waited in line together to get a big bag of cotton candy to share.

“Well you’re really good at that job- you should give yourself a promotion” you held up your left hand jokingly, wiggling your ring finger and he lets out a chuckle, heat creeping to his cheeks that you couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride in your chest for being the reason of.

“I promise I will promote myself as soon as I can find it in the budget” he mused, lacing your fingers together as you head up to the counter and the guy a few years younger then the two of you asked what he could get for him- and he looked at you “you still want the bag one, yea?” He confirmed.

You looked at lip like he had hung the moon in the sky that night, you usually looked at him that way. How he was so kind, and attentive in the way he loved you. How he yearned to take care of you, he wanted nothing more than to make you happy. He made you the happiest girl in the world just by remembering you told him cotton candy was your favorite fair treat so getting right in line for it with you the moment you got there. Because it was what you liked, what made you happy.

“Yes, thank you baby” you planted a little kiss on his neck, since you couldn’t reach his lips when he wasn’t ducking his head to kiss you as he handled the paying and the conversation. Being taken care of had become routine for you, pampered- loved. That’s how you felt when you were around lip, loved- and seen.

Your next stop after sitting and munching on cotton candy until you nearly gave yourself a tummy ache, causing Lip to have to tie off the rest of the bag yo keep your sneaky fingers from getting in when he wasn’t looking - was the strongman game.

You giggle and point “Babyyyyy! You’re so strong- look at that cute pink unicorn!! I can cuddle it when you’re at work! Pleeeeease Lip, can you win it for me baby? Pretty pleeeease?” You beg sweetly, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and kissing along his jaw to sweeten the deal.

He chuckled a bit, looking at the top rack where said obnoxiously large unicorn was zip tied to the grate, looking down at you before back up at it and sighing a bit to himself “I can win it - but do I particularly wanna carry it around the rest of the night?” He looked down at you again to see your fluttering lashes and pouty bottom lip.

“For your lady? For your bestest girl in the whole world? Pleeeease? You work too much who am I gonna snuggle!” You stand on your tip toes and peck his lips “if I was strong enough to do it myself I would but I need my big strong man to do it for me” you emphasize for added pizazz and he snorts a laugh, patting your ass playfully and giving it a squeeze.

“You are a damn good manipulator” he teased as he dug out his wallet, grabbing a 5 dollar bill that it costed for the three swings “gimme a real kiss- y’know, luck and shit” he puckered his lips, ducking his head and you giggle, happily squeaking as you plant a juicy loving kiss on his lips, your hand finding the back of his neck and stroking gently

“Thank you best boyfriend in the world” you giggle happily and stood to the side as he handed the guy the money

“So uh- what do I need to do f’the horse” he nodded at the pink unicorn with a rainbow tail.

“It’s a unicorn, baby!” You remind and he rolled his eyes playfully

“The fuckin unicorn, then, what do I need t’do” he asked the man running the game booth

“Have to get 100% on one of your 3 tries.” He explained, putting the money in the cash box and Lip nodded

“Easy enough” he picked up the mallet, rolling his shoulders a few times to stretch them out.

“You got this baby!!!” You clap happily and watch as he takes his first swing and the little piece races up and hits 96% causing you to jump up and down happily “Good job baby!!!” You giggled and he smiled at your sweet, encouraging reaction even for something as silly as a carnival game, something he always adored about you is your undying support and encouragement for the people you love. He always felt when you were around that he could just be himself and somehow, that was enough, all on its own.

“Not bad for a first swing ‘eh?” He mused with a playful cockiness and since it wasn’t all too common someone could really get 100% on the thing, a small crowd of 5 or so carnival goers had stopped to see if he was going to get it.

“Not bad at all, I’m already thinking of names for our soon to be adopted unicorn baby” you said and he chuckled a bit, lifting his arms to take his next swing and you couldn’t help but realize how the hem of his black T-shirt rode up when he did, exposing his v-line and happy trail just a bit. You bit your lip gently at the sight, also not missing the sexy little grunt that left his throat when he used all his strength slamming down on the platform with the mallet.

The little knob races up and pangs the bell, announcing that Lip had in fact hit the 100% threshold - breaking you out of your lustful gaze and dirty thoughts that nearly constantly plagued your mind when he was around, the man was walking sex - how could you deny yourself? You gasped and cheered, rushing up to Lip and jumping into a hug “Baby! Oh my god, I love you! I knew you could do it!” You laughed excitedly, kissing him back passionately as he held you safely around his waist, spinning around with you once and chuckling as he set you down, his cheeks slightly pink when he realized there were still a few stragglers hanging about who had watched him win.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t comfortable with PDA, he actually quite loved showing you off, and showing the fact that you loved him off. It made him feel special, wanted. But the two of you had gotten more then just affectionate, you weren’t just the girl of the month that he was screwing to let off steam. He didn’t even realize that the whole ‘love of your life’ thing was real - or possible for someone like him none-the-less.

But as dopey and love sick as it sounded to him in his head, he knew there are absolutely people out there who aren’t loved as proudly as him by someone like you, so any testament of that love and how lucky he was to have it made his chest swell with pride. You were his girlfriend, his lady. Nothing you could ever do would embarrass him.

“Unicorn, right?” The man asked and you nodded excitedly.

“Baby Glitter Gallagher! Isn’t that so cute? Our very first baby together” you giggle as the man handed over the large stuffed toy and you give it a big hug “thaaaank you lip” you said sweetly

“Baby Glitter - so baby is the first name, glitter is her middle name? Or is it baby-glitter like MarySue or some shit?” He asked, causing you to laugh as you walked with him in search of your next adventure to partake in together.

“BabyGlitter is like MarySue, I’m glad we clarified. She’s absolutely a Gallagher, though. So step up or cough up child support is all I’m sayin’” you joked, earning another adorable chuckle from him.

Your next stop was one that Lip had pointed out, so you felt like it was mandated to stop and partake because it was the first thing he had mentioned on his own since you had gotten here; the zipper ride. You had spent the last 10 minutes in line as you waited for the group in front of yours to go, telling him that you could absolutely handle it.

“Gallagher, are you callin’ me a crybaby?” You teased, playfulness edging your tone. “Cause last I checked I can handle myself, even if I like having a sexy man around to protect me” you smiled, kissing his jaw gently. He chuckled at that, shaking his head and holding his left arm around your waist while his other was holding onto your new member of the family, as well as your remaining cotton candy that was deemed a hostage until at least the end of the night.

“I’m not- I’m not!” He holds the cotton candy up in defense jokingly “I’m just sayin I know you don’t like goin’ upside down is all and if I wanna go on the ride I wanna have fun.. when Ian and I used to ride it we’d be flipping the whole way around it was so fuckin fun.” He chuckled a bit at the memory, bringing a happy warmth to your chest. It was rare that the Gallagher kids got to make real, childhood memories together. So that all the more made you want to do this with him, to be a part of his nostalgia and nurture it the way he always made an effort to be a part of yours.

“Well then I wanna have fun! I’m not a baby we’ll be fine, I have you to protect me” you kiss his cheek as you got to the front of the line waiting to be let on the ride. He gives you a gentle peck on the lips before kissing your cheek

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, princess” he said, putting your things he had been holding for you over to the side with the rest of the carnival goers. He helped you up the platform steps, always being sure you never tripped and kept your fingers laced, rubbing the back of your hand gently with his hand as the man unlocked and opened the cage door, a creaky noise coming from it as he does so.

“There’s no-“ you swallow thickly when you realize there was no seatbelts, and lip gave you a ‘told you so’ look, allbeit playful, it only egged on your petulant pride and you shrug. “No seatbelts, makes for more fun, right?” You muse, stepping in and lip got in right next to you, your shoulders and arms pressed up against one another.

“That’s the best part” Lip smirked, holding onto the grip bars when the man clanked the door shut, dropping the lock bar in place and you were suddenly moving. Everything was no longer steady, and it felt as if you were trapped in a fan blade rocking back and forth ready to flip over any which way.

“Lip” you said, concern etching your voice. He was right, Lip usually was right, as annoying as it is for you most days. You didn’t particularly like heights, or being spun in circles, and mixing that with being trapped in a tiny metal cage was bringing those fears right to the surface and you weren’t quite sure what made your ego so big before you got on.

“What baby? You scared?” He teased, playfulness edging his voice. He begins to rock his weight back and forth, the whole cage rattling and clanging as he does so. The hinges seem to creak and you can see in your mind the gruesome terror that would unfold if the cage door just so happened to give out.

“Stop- stop it- it’s broken! Don’t you hear it, Lip? We gotta get off!” you said worriedly and he laughed like a masochistic 7 year old boy, rocking his weight more dramatically until you were fully laying down before swinging the other way and laying on said creaky cage door while you look below at the 50 foot drop and knuckles popped from gripping the grab bars on the cage door so hard

He chuckled more “baby it’s fine it’s not gonna break. Cmon let’s do a flip” he said, throwing all his weight back and you squeal as your suddenly hanging upside down and he laughs loudly “woops! Guess we’re stuck till we start moving” he teases and you whine, feet dangling off the floor of the cage

“Phillip Gallagher you’re the meanest boyfriend in the whole world!” You shout, causing him to laugh and you heard a chuckle from the riders below you at your current misfortune

“I thought I was the nicest boyfriend also the proud father of- what was it-“ he’s cut off as the ride starts again to let more riders on and you flip forward, swinging back and forth dramatically as the cage once again balanced your weight. You seized the opportunity to slap his shoulder once you found your footing

“You could have killed us!” You said but couldn’t help the big smile on your lips.

“Then I guess Baby Glitter Gallagher would have been an orphan before she even made it home” he mused, before giving you a kiss on the lips.

“This is why no more cotton candy babe” Lip said gently as he held your hair back and you puke up bright purple lemonade mixed with your blue and pink cotton candy.

“Yeah- kinda pretty though, right like -“ you pause to gag, more sugary neon purple mess splashing into the unfortunate bush you had decided to victimize tonight after your what felt like hundreds of flips on the zipper ride. “I would totally get my nails this color-“ you sniffle, spitting in the bush to rid your mouth of the slimey after puke feeling before standing and wiping your mouth with the back of your forearm.

He chuckled a bit, shaking his head as he dug around in the pocket of his Jean jacket that sat atop your unicorn for safe keeping and pulling out a small flask “open” he tilted your head back and you scrunch your nose, obeying and opening your mouth. “Sorry- but I know Y’gonna wanna kiss me and I don’t want to taste y’vomit babe, as much as I love you” he dribbled a mouthful of vodka in your mouth and you scrunch your face and whine slightly as you swished it around, gargling a bit for good measure before spitting it into the poor little bush and turning back to him to see he was finishing off the flask while you did so before putting it back in his jacket pocket.

“I think you need some water, and we should sit and relax f’r a second ‘huh?” He rubbed your arm gently before pulling you into a comforting hug and kissing the top of your head. You shut your eyes, enjoying the spicy scent of his cologne mixed with the musky earthy scent of tobacco and weed he’d consumed earlier.

“Yeah- but let’s stay over here. Well, maybe not by puke bush. But where it’s quiet. I know you probably want a smoke” you sat down next to a tree and he joined you, resting your unicorn next to his lap

“This fuckin thing is gonna take up my whole side of the bed” he muttered as he dug out his cigarettes and lighter from his pocket, lighting one between his lips

“Mmm, only when you’re not home. Gimme some” you said sweetly. He looked over, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, gentle kiss as he exhaled the smoke into your mouth and you sucked it down graciously, eyes fluttering shut at the short light feeling it gave your mind since you were only getting half of its effects.

“Better be you know I like doin butt rubs after a day at work” he mumbled against your lips before kissing you again, shorter this time because it was inturupted by a giggle from you. He was right, Lip loved to lay in bed in the dark with you, detailing what had went on at work that day while he felt up your ass. It wasn’t strictly sexual, (although a lot of times it ended that way) it was more a…stress toy for him to play with as he went on.

“I love butt rub time. I was actually thinking about that earlier. One of the best times of the day” you wrap your arms around his middle, nuzzling your face in his neck and kissing the warm skin gently as he took another drag.

“Yeah baby?” He kissed your temple gently, squeezing your side and lifting up the helm of your shirt to run his fingers along your bare skin. The action brings goosebumps to your skin, calming but sensual. Your eyes flutter shut at the gentle affections, enjoying the carefree laughter and joyful screams from the carnival a hundred feet or so away, mixing with the gentle quiet sounds of crickets chirping in the woods.

“I love all our time.” You assure him, planting a gentle kiss on his warm broad shoulder.

The next thing you decided to do, after being sure to make a pit stop for ice water and Lip being sure you drank a decent amount - was a calm pretty swing ride. It had a lot of hight to it, but that was mostly so you could get a good view of the city while you swung around at a fast (but not dizzying) pace.

You got in line behind a pregnant mother and her young daughter, who looked to be not much older then Frannie. Smiling to yourself, you thought what it may be like to have kids with Lip some day. You didn’t want that day to be soon, of course. You and Lip had promised eachother that you wanted to finish college. He wanted to make it out of the south side, and while you were a Chicago transplant, you still understood why that was from the stories he told you of their growing up. You wanted to be sure that any family planning would stay far off until you and Lip were both working adult jobs, and had a house or something - when you were real adults.

You hadn’t even realized you’d made it to the front of the line, and were being broken out of your dreamland daze when the little girl stomps her feet “but mommy! We waited all this time! I wanna go on!” She said getting increasingly upset as the ride operator explained that single riders had to be of a certain height

“I know baby but mommy’s belly is too big - I can’t go on it’ll hurt your little sister! I’m sorry, honey. I really am.” The mother tried to explain, and Lip, being the brotherly gentleman he is spoke up.

“Uh- I’ll take ‘er for you, Ma’am - If that’s cool with you- babe are you good on your own?” He asked you and you felt yourself swoon like this was some romance movie and not real life. You nodded with a big smile

“He’s got so many siblings - he’s gonna look after her real well, I’ll sit right behind them!” You gushed and the woman lights up

“Oh gosh- would it be a hassle?” She asked

“Mommyyyy! Please! Pleeeeease!! I’ll listen so good!” She jumped excitedly and the mother looked at Lip before looking back at her.

“Fine- but you better listen! You hear me! Give this nice boy no trouble at all missy” she said, handing her hand over to Lip and she giggled excitedly

“Thank you mister! Thank you sooo much!” She gushed, throwing her arms around his hips and giving him a big hug. You pout at the adorable sight in front of you, following behind to sit in the single seat behind the double they’d be sitting in.

“I’m Marley, I’m 5, what’s your name?” She asked as Lip helped her into the seat before sitting next to her and adjusting the lap bar.

“I’m Lip” he said, causing her to giggle

“That’s a silly name- Lippy lip lip” she repeats as she swings her legs back and forth in that darling childlike way. “Are you a grown up?” She asked him and he chuckled a bit, realizing like when Debbie was little- this carnival ride was going to turn into more of an interrogation then anything else.

“I guess you could say that, yeah.” He said. You watched them with sparkling eyes, a big grin on your face as you saw just how good he was with her. Lip was always good with kids. They took to him because he would usually speak to them how he spoke to other adults (minus as much swearing as he could remember to omit) and that made them feel special, equal. Which is one of the many things he can say he wanted as a kid, and never got. So he did his best to pay it forward.

By the time you’d gotten to the top the wind was louder at the height as you spun so you were no longer able to hear their conversation so clear. You looked at the twinkling lights of Chicago below, trying to see if you could pick out the Gallagher house just by your mental map of the city you’d made in the few years you’d been living here. You did hear though when the girl started giggling wildly, drawing your attention back to them and you saw Lip pretending to be fully limp and dead in the seat next to the girl, tongue hanging out of his mouth and everything.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at his silly antics. Even though he held up a hard exterior a lot of the time, you knew deep down he was a kid at heart which is why they liked him so much. When you got back down and hopped out of your seat, you greet him with a kiss “did he give you too much trouble?” You asked Marley and she giggled, shaking her head.

“No- Thank you, Lippy Lip” she told him giving him another sweet hug. You returned her to her mother and Lip told her they were welcome to Patsy’s for a piece of pie on the house any time which just made your heart swell even more at how generous and kind he was, even to a stranger he just met.

“You are just the sweetest- thank you so much, Sorry what was your name I never caught it-“

“LIP! Lippy lip lip lip!” The girl sings again, gasping when you came over with your large unicorn “She’s so fluffy I’m gonna die!” She squealed, hugging it tight “what’s its name?” She asked you, looking up with a bright sugar rush smile. This kids gonna sleep good tonight

“Uh- Baby Glitter!” You told her and she smiled

“Baby glitter is perfect” she told you and her mother giggled, a bit nervously at all of her energy likely so far past her bedtime.

“Well, Lip- thank you again. We’re gonna have to check out your restaurant! Alright Marley say goodbye to your new friend we have to go home now I said just one more ride” her mother told her and she pouted, handed your unicorn back over.

“Byeee Lip, I had fun playing with you” she gave him one last hug and you felt like your heart could explode with the way he ruffled her hair and pat her back in such a brotherly way.

“You too kid, be good f’y’r mom heard?” He told her and she nods, taking her mom’s hand and they head off into the crowd.

“You’d be a good dad” you said softly, taking his hand and lacing his fingers with yours. He laughed, shaking his head

“She was just a good kid” he counters.

You’d ended up together at the ferris wheel, luckily it wasn’t one that had to be balanced with weight so you could snuggle up to Lip with his jacket wrapped tight around you and legs over his lap. As soon as you got far enough from the ride operator he even pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and resting his head back as he blew the smoke out.

You sat and just watched him, admiring the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed or the way he adorably sniffled once in a while since the poor guy had year round allergies it seemed, and never bothered with Zyrtec or any allergy medicine at all. “You’re pretty” you said softly, chin resting on his pec as you as you watched him.

He chuckled a bit, his cheeks flushing a cute pink. Before you, no one had ever called Lip ‘cute’ - He had been called a plethora of things.

Disobedient, disorderly, rude, loud, obnoxious, violent, a bad influence, a waste of potential -

But pretty? That was something that started (and he told himself very likely ended) with you.

“That’s all you c’mere” he tilted your chin up, giving you a sweet and tender kiss, cupping your cheek with his other hand and stroking his thumb across it. When he pulled from your lips he kissed across your forehead and browbone, down your nose to your cheekbones and then leaving one final lingering kiss on your jaw before having another drag of his cigarette casually. Your heart felt like it was thumping out of your chest, and your belly was swarming with so many butterflies it was as if migration season came early.

But that wasn’t new, it felt like that every day with lip. Ever the gentle, sweet, kind, affectionate man you had yearned for every past boyfriend to be for you. But you figured it was just the universes way of teaching you to appreciate French Vanilla Bean type of love - rich, fulfilling as opposed to the cheap watered down fake chemical crap that comes in a bottle with a squeeze lid.

So many emotions washed over you, gratitude, love, fulfillment, appreciation, but for some reason what won over- was lust. You weren’t quite sure where it came from, but by the time you had stopped at the top, you were in the depths of a passionate, heated makeout session - cigarette long crushed out.

The smoke scent clung to his palms that cradled your cheeks as if you were a fine porcelain doll to be cherished and gently caressed. He hummed softly, disconnecting your lips and soft puffs of breath fanning over your spit-slick lips as his mind short circuited a moment due to your hand trailing down and popping the button of his jeans, and pulling him free of his boxers and pants.

“You sure?” He asked carefully, hands trailing to your shoulders and squeezing them gently as if to silently tell you it was ok if you just got too caught up in the lust of it all. Lip Gallagher - ever the gentleman. In response you gently stroke over him, using the pre that had started to leak out of his hardening pink tip to give yourself some lubricating before reconnecting your lips once more, opening your mouth for him.

A small whine escaped your throat when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, his hips rutting up into your hand subconsciously. His stomach muscles flex under your touch as you slightly tighten your grasp, twisting your hand with each return pass.

Such actions was causing him to lose all resolve. He panted softly into your mouth, licking and sucking your tongue, breaking to grunt softly at the feeling of his dick trying to twitch at the delicious stimulation you provided but being unable to due to the literal grip you had on him.

“Doin’ so good- so fuckin good baby - god. Jesus fuckin Christ. Such a good girl f’me, huh?” He praised, giving you more sloppy kisses to be sure no moans escaped his throat and if they did would be muffled most of the way by your mouth.

You hummed at the praise tilting your head down and letting a glob of spit fall into your hand, using it as added slick to pump your hand faster and he bit his lip, nose scrunching adorably as he tried to hold himself back. “You gonna cum? Mm? Wanna cum in my hand baby?” You said in the shell of his ear hotly before taking the lobe between your teeth, slowing your strokes and rubbing over his sensitive leaky tip with the silky soft pad of your tongue.

The action made his jaw fall slack, head resting over the ledge of the ride and as you started moving again you quickened your pace realizing you were on your decent back to the bottom. “Yeah? Er you want me to swallow it? Hmm? Get on my knees for you-“ you goad, egging on his release.

He looks at you and nodded fervently, rendered speechless by the actions of your hand causing you giggle a bit- getting on your knees and out of sheer routine Lip gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail and watched as you took him into your mouth, giving his tip sensual little kitten lips and tapping his cock against your tongue making soft wet thudding noises only to be heard by the two of you.

“So fuckin filthy- huh? So eager to have a mouthful’a cum with all these people around?” He eases your head down and you let your jaw fall more slack, swirling and slurping your tongue around him how you’d learned drives him wild.

It wasn’t long of lewd slurping and soft moans of enjoyment coming from you as you continued to get him off, before you felt it.

Success.

You braced yourself as he began using your hair to roughly fuck your face, panting softly as he worked himself through his high. “Jeeeesus - good fuckin’ girl, yeah? That’s my good fuckin girl- my girl” He rambled on as he worked himself through his high. You swirl and slurp around him, swallowing down all you could before he pulled you off

“So fuckin pretty with a mouth full’a’cum, how’s that possible?” He pats your cheek lovingly as you opened your mouth to show the stringy sticky white mess he left. You shrugged a bit, smiling friskely and swallowing, making a show of licking your lips off and he grabbed your jaw, collecting the mix of saliva and cum on your chin with the pad of this thumb before sticking it in your mouth

“Clean it up” he ordered and in turn you sucked the digit clean obediently. “Good girl, now come act decent in front’a’these people, yeah?” He tapped your cheek lightly and fixed his jeans and boxers as you come and plop back down next to him, licking your swollen lips that were adorned with a satisfied smirk as you completed your decent to the bottom

“Mmmm- oh my god literally the trip here was worth it just for this it’s the best” you hum softly, taking another bite of funnel cake from between Lips fingers when he put it to your mouth.

“Can’t lie it’s pretty fuckin good” he said, popping another piece in his mouth.

“Can you believe there are sinners in the world that put marinara sauce on this?!” You said and Lip starts laughing, shaking his head. “What? What!! It’s gross, you like it?” You asked not sure what was so funny

“Baby- babe” he coughs a bit, trying to catch his breath “oh god- y’fuckin kill me, kid. That’s fried dough, people do that with- you’re right, someone would be a fucking psychopath if they put marinara sauce on their cake” he said and you started laughing as well, shaking your head at your own confusion

“I love you” you said, leaning over and kissing his cheek. He blushed a bit, turning his face and giving you a real kiss. A kiss that tasted like tobacco and powdered sugar, and sticky sweet love.

“I love you, baby” he said in that soft low way you loved.

From that year on, the Carnival was a yearly date for the two of you.

A/N: EEE! My longest Lip fic to date!!! I hope you enjoyed, if you did please be sure to like / reblog to let me know ❤️ as always, (kind) critiques & feedback are always SO appreciated! Ilyilyilyyy all!!!

D/C: @carmybrainworms - Wormy stayed up until the wee hours of the morning last night beta reading this for me, Wormy 🪱, thank you for tasting my potatoes so many times!!! I love you down bbg

@mouseymilkovich - Mousey Mouse 🐁! Thank you so much for all your encouragement in writing Lip & inspiring me to do so! I love you so much ❤️

@carmenberzattosgf - My sweetest Martini 🍸, thank you for always lifting me up on hard days, supporting my work, being an all around kick ass friend, and feeding the fandom with your amazing Carmy goodness while I’ve been on this Lip kick! Smooches for days for you (you already know that💋💋💋)

& finally, @daysofyellowroses - my lovely flower 🌼, welcome back to the app baby!!! We missed you so much, even though we’ve been talking BTS, I am happy to see the writing bug has paid you a visit (a very good one that Kerry fic still has me sweating)

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As he skates closer, Chris smiles at me, acknowledging her silent presence and unwavering support. He easily hops up to the edge of the bowl where I’m sitting, taking a seat beside me.

For a few moments, we sit in comfortable silence, our eyes both fixed on the sunset as it begins to paint the sky in warm, orange hues. The soft glow of the setting sun casts a glow on Chris’ face, highlighting his defined features and making him look more alluring than ever.

I turn my face away from the sunset and towards Chris, my eyes looking over at his profile. I notice his usual carefree expression is tinged with a hint of tension, and I raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Why’d you stop?” I finally break the silence, my voice echoing with a note of concern.

Chris lets out a small laugh, running a hand through his hair before he responds. “Just needed a break,” he replies easily, as if it were nothing. “Pushing myself too hard, needed to catch my breath for a second.”

I chuckle softly, shaking my head teasingly. “That's a first. You're always pushing yourself to the limit, never even seeming to care if you need to gasp for air,” I say, my voice gentle but filled with mirth.

“Maybe I’m getting tired in my old age,” Chris replies with a smirk, resting his elbow on his knee and turning so that he’s facing me more directly. “Soon I’ll be needing a cane and a wheelchair to get around the skate park.”

I smile, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “And who's going to be there to push you around the park when that day comes?” I ask, my voice light and teasing.

Chris laughs, shaking his head before replying. “You, of course. You know Matt or Nick won't do it, and with my luck I'd somehow end up sending myself into a wall or something.”

I chuckle, picturing Chris accidentally propelling himself into a wall and wincing with sympathy. “You're probably right. I can't picture Matt or Nick being very keen on being the designated wheelchair pusher.”

Chris grins, leaning back and propping himself up on his elbows. “They'd probably just laugh and leave me stranded somewhere. You're the only one I can trust to faithfully push me wherever I need to go.”

I laugh, my eyes returning to the orange and pink hues of the evening sky. The banter between us fades into a comfortable silence, the only sound the soft rustle of the wind through the trees.

The skate park was Chris's territory, and every time we visited the place was eerily empty and silent. He was the only one who really knew how to skate, but he always offered to help me learn.

Chris looked at me with a concerned expression, his voice soft as he asked, “How's everything?” He paused for a moment before continuing, “I know we promised not to talk about it, but I just wanted to check in. When you called me, you sounded different than most times.”

I shrugged my shoulders, a flicker of helplessness and resignation appearing in my eyes. “It's been the same,” I muttered, my voice quiet and strained. “The arguments, the yelling, the tension. It's the same, just louder and more chaotic than ever before.”

I looked up at the sky, my eyes burning and watery as a lump formed in my throat.

“I just wanna get out of there, Chris,” I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. “It's too much sometimes. It's like I'm drowning in the chaos, and I can't find my way out.”

I continued, my voice growing more desperate and emotional with each word. “Everything's always so loud and out of control. There's no sense of peace or calmness. It's just constant yelling and arguing, and I can't handle it anymore. I feel like I'm suffocating, like I'm stuck in a place where I don't belong. I just want to escape, I just want to be free from it all.”

I took a shaky breath, my eyes meeting his as I continued. “You make me feel free,” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “When I'm with you, the world seems less chaotic, less harsh. It's like you have the ability to mute all the noise and create a space just for us, where we can ignore the outside world and just be.”

Chris's gaze softened, his eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of concern and affection. “You don't have to suffer through it alone,” he replied gently, reaching out to place a comforting hand on my knee. “You always have a place here, with me, where you can find peace and escape. I'll always be here for you.”

I felt a wave of warmth spread through me at his words, the sincerity in his voice bringing a fresh wave of tears to my eyes. “Thank you,” I whispers, my voice choked with emotion. “That means more to me than you could ever know.”

Chris stands up, a small, strained smile on his face as he asks, “Your dad still hate me though?” He starts to skate slowly, circling around the bowl as he waits for my response.

I sigh, nodding somberly as I reply, “Unfortunately, yeah, he does. He still thinks you're a 'bad influence' and doesn't want me hanging out with you.”

Chris lets out a bitter chuckle, continuing to skate as he responds, “Yeah, I figured as much. It's been the same old story every time we meet, hasn't it?”

I nod again, an annoyed frown on my face as I think about my dad's constant disapproval. “Yeah, it has. Every time he catches me sneaking out to see you, it's the same argument. He just doesn't understand why I enjoy spending time with you.”

Chris skates a tight circle around the bowl before responding, a self-deprecating smirk on his face. “Because I'm a skater with no future, as he says,” he echoed, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and bitterness.

I chuckled despite the sentiment, knowing full well that my dad had indeed said similar things about Chris and his passion for skating.

I watch with both fascination and sorrow as Chris continues skating, his movements both graceful and melancholic. Despite the constant criticism and disapproval from my dad, there was something captivating about watching Chris glide through the air, making even the most difficult tricks look like poetry in motion.

Chris suddenly landed a particularly impressive trick, sticking the landing with a look of pure determination on his face. As he came to a stop, he turned to face me, a small, satisfied smile on his face.

“What did you think of that one?” he asked, his voice filled with a mix of pride and vulnerability, as if he was seeking my validation more than ever.

I smiled back at him, genuinely impressed by his skill. “It was incredible. You made it look so easy,” I complimented, watching as a flicker of relief passed through his eyes, as if my approval meant more to him than he would ever let on.

Chris sat back down beside me, looking straight ahead as he spoke. “Me, Matt and Nick were talking,” he began, pausing momentarily before continuing, “and we were thinking you should come move in with us.”

I raised an eyebrow in surprise, not expecting such a sudden offer. “Move in with you guys?” I repeated, a hint of disbelief in my voice. “Are you serious?”

Chris nodded, leaning back and supporting his weight on his palms.

“Yeah, dead serious. You can stay with me in my room, and we thought it'd be a good way to get you out of the toxic environment you're in right now,” he explained, his words honest and direct.

I sighed, my mind already picturing the myriad of insults and threats my parents would throw my way if I even mentioned moving out.

“I would love to, but—” I began, only to be cut off by Chris's firm yet gentle tone. “C’mon, Y/N. You're old enough to make your own decisions, not your dad, not even your mom. You can't let their approval dictate your life forever.”

I started to protest, opening my mouth to speak, but Chris quickly cut me off, grabbing my hand firmly and looking me straight in the eyes.

“Escape with me,” he repeated, his voice filled with both determination and tenderness. “Feel the actual freedom you've always wanted to feel, not just those three hours of freedom we get with each other and then being trapped in that toxic home of yours.”

My heart fluttered at the intensity in his gaze, his words echoing through my mind. “But... my parents, they'll—” I started to object, my voice trailing off as I thought about the confrontation that would surely follow if I went through with this.

Chris squeezed my hand tighter, his expression firm yet reassuring. “They won't do anything to you because I'll be there,” he promised, his voice filled with the unwavering confidence that had always attracted me to him. “I won't let anything happen. You have my word.”

I felt a wave of comfort wash over me, his words melting away some of the fear and anxiety I felt about confronting my parents. “Okay,” I whispered, my voice small but sure. “Okay, I'll do it. I'll escape with you.”

Chris smiled, relief and happiness evident in his expression. “You won't regret this,” he said, still holding my hand. “You're going to experience a whole new level of freedom, and I'll be right beside you every step of the way.”

I smiled back, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation building within me. For the first time in a long time, I felt like there was a light at the end of the tunnel, a way out of the chaos and abuse.

“I trust you,” I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of gratitude and affection.

Chris smiled, his free arm wrapping around my shoulders and pulling me into his chest. He held me close, his strong frame providing a sense of comfort and security I hadn't felt in ages.

As I leaned into him, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that I was making the right decision.

We both looked out at the sky, watching as the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The last rays of sunlight cast a warm, soft glow over the skatepark, bathing everything in a peaceful and calming light.

Chris broke the comfortable silence, his voice light and playful. “Can I teach you how to skate?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips as I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his gaze.

I chuckled, shaking my head in mock despair. “No, I will literally eat shit if I even step on a skateboard,” I replied, recalling the numerous falls and nosedives I'd experienced whenever I tried skating.

Chris chuckled, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Not if I'm there, you won’t,” he said confidently. “I'll make sure you won't eat shit the entire time.”

I rolled my eyes but there was a hint of a smile on my face. “Oh really? And how are you gonna manage that, huh? Gonna hold my hand the entire time?”

Chris chuckled again, his grip on my shoulders tightening slightly. “I mean, if that helps, yeah,” he echoed, his tone slightly cocky yet teasing. “I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you don't fall on your face.”

I laughed, shaking my head at his confidence. “And what if I fall anyway, even with you holding my hand?”

Chris smirked, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “I'll fall with you,” he replied, his voice filled with playful nonchalance. “That way, your fall will be less embarrassing if I'm there to share the humiliation.”

I chuckled, the mental image of us both falling in a heap on the ground making me laugh even more. “Oh, how generous of you,” I quipped, a sarcastic tone in my voice. “Taking one for the team, huh? What a gentleman.”

Chris chuckled, pushing himself up to his feet and holding out a hand to help me up. “C'mon, let's give it a shot. You never know, you might actually enjoy it.”

I hesitated for a moment, eyeing the skateboard with trepidation. But then I took his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. “If I end up looking like a complete fool, I’m blaming you,” I warned jokingly, bracing myself.

Chris smiled, his grip on my hand firm and steady. “You won't look like a fool, I promise,” he assured me, his voice filled with confidence. “And if you do, I’m right there with you. Now, let's see if you can stand on the board without falling over.”

I took a deep breath and stepped onto the skateboard, gripping his hand tightly for balance. My legs immediately felt wobbly and unbalanced, but Chris held onto me, helping me to stay upright.

“I feel like I’m gonna fall any second,” I muttered, my voice laced with uncertainty. Chris chuckled, his hand still firmly supporting me. “Just take a deep breath and relax. I’ve got you.”

Following his instructions, I took a slow, measured breath, trying to calm my nerves a bit. The skateboard wobbled beneath me, but Chris's grip on my hand never wavered, keeping me from falling.

“That's it,” Chris encouraged, a hint of pride in his voice. “Just focus on keep your balance.” I took another deep breath, trying to convince myself that I could do this. The board beneath me felt unsteady, but I didn’t fall.

“You're doing great,” Chris praised, his voice gentle and encouraging. “Now, try to push yourself forwards with your other foot.”

I timidly lifted my other foot and pushed off the ground, causing the board to move slowly forward. I instantly felt my balance falter, but Chris's steady grip on my hand kept me from falling off.

“That’s it! You're doing it!” Chris exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. “Just keep going, you're doing great.”

I kept pushing myself forward, the board moving a bit faster now. My heart was racing, but I also felt a strange sense of exhilaration.

“Okay, now try to turn slightly,” Chris instructed, his voice still filled with encouragement. “Just lean gently on your toes and we'll make a small turn.”

I obeyed his instructions, leaning slightly onto my toes and feeling the board respond, veering to the side slightly. The movement felt foreign and unnatural, but at the same time, it was strangely thrilling.

“Perfect!” Chris praised, his grip on my hand still secure. “You're a natural. Let's try it again, but a bit more this time.”

I nodded, gathering my courage and pushing off again. This time, I leaned a bit more heavily onto my toes, and the board turned more sharply, the movement feeling both terrifying and liberating.

“Nice!” Chris exclaimed, his voice filled with admiration. “You're catching on quick. Let's pick up the speed a bit, see how it feels.”

I took a deep breath, steeling my nerves as I pushed off a bit harder, sending the board speeding ahead a bit faster than before. The wind rushed past me, and the feeling was both terrifying and electrifying.

Chris chuckled, his grip on my hand steady as ever. “Alright, now that we're going a bit faster, let's learn how to stop,” he said, his voice calm and composed. “You're gonna have to push down on the back of the board, kinda like you're stomping on it.”

“Sort of,” Chris explained, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You don’t have to stomp, more like a gentle but firm pressure. Here, let me show you.”

He demonstrated, pushing down on the back of the board with his foot, causing it to slow down almost instantly.

“See? It's like a brake. Gentle enough to slow you down, but strong enough to stop you completely.” I watched closely, mentally noting the way his foot shifted, applying pressure to the tail of the board.

“Now, you try it,” he encouraged, his grip on my hand still anchoring me. I swallowed my fear and mimicked the motion, pressing down gently on the back of the board. Sure enough, the skateboard started to slow down, eventually coming to a gradual stop.

“Good job!” Chris praised, looking genuinely impressed. “See? You’re a natural at this. Soon enough you'll be doing tricks in no time.”

I chuckled, my heart still racing from the adrenaline rush. “Don't get ahead of yourself. I’ve barely managed to stand on the board without eating shit.”

Chris chuckled, amused by my self-deprecating remark. “Okay, I think you've got the hang of it enough to try without me holding your hand now,” he said, his voice soft yet confident. “Don’t worry, I’m right here if you start to lose balance.”

Chris gripped my hand tight, giving me a reassuring nod. “Okay, I'm gonna give you a little push to start moving and then let go, alright?” he said. “Just focus on keeping your balance and push off when you feel steady.”

I nodded, taking a few deep breaths to steady my nerves. Chris then began jogging, slowly increasing the speed as he pulled me along. Then, without warning, he released my hand, letting me glide forward on my own.

Despite the initial shock of losing Chris's support, I managed to maintain my balance, the skateboard responding to my every slight shift in weight. A small, tentative smile played on my face as I cruised across the skatepark, the wind rushing past me and the board rolling smoothly beneath my feet.

“I'm doing it!” I exclaimed, a hint of surprise in my voice. “I'm actually doing it!” Chris jogged alongside me, a proud smile on his face. “I told you, you could do it,” he called out, matching my pace.

Emboldened by my success, I decided to test my newfound skill. I gently applied pressure to the back of the board, just as Chris had taught me. The skateboard slowed down gradually, and eventually came to a smooth stop. I let out an elated laugh, feeling an incredible sense of accomplishment.

“Look at you, pro skateboarder in the making!” Chris teased, his eyes sparkling with genuine pride. “I guess I’m a pretty good teacher, huh?”

I laughed, my cheeks feeling flushed from the thrill of victory. “Yeah, yeah, don’t pat yourself on the back too hard,” I retorted, the sarcasm in my voice contradicted by the wide smile on my face.

Chris chuckled, his own smile matching mine. “Hey, I’ll take compliment where I can get it,” he joked, shrugging his shoulders. “You know you couldn’t have done it without me.”

I stepped off the skateboard, the rush of adrenaline still coursing through my veins. I approached Chris, a mixture of excitement and gratitude evident in my expression. Without a word, I wrapped my arms around him, giving him a tight hug.

“Thank you,” I murmured against his chest, my voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Suddenly, Chris picked me up into his arms, an unexpected move that left me laughing in surprise. He then hopped back onto the skateboard, placing me in front of him on the deck.

“Hang on tight,” he warned, his voice laced with mischief.

I laughed, clutching onto his forearms as he propelled us forward with skilled movements of his feet. The wind whipped through my hair and adrenaline coursed through my veins as he navigated the skatepark, expertly maneuvering around obstacles and even going over small ramps.

“This is crazy!” I exclaimed, my heart racing with both excitement and a hint of fear. Chris chuckled, tightening his grip around my waist. “Just enjoy the ride,” he replied, his voice filled with carefree confidence.

I closed my eyes, allowing myself to fully immerse myself in the experience. The wind rushed past us, the hum of the wheels underneath us like a steady, thrumming heartbeat. The fear was there, lingering in the back of my mind, but it was overshadowed by the sense of freedom and happiness that came with trusting Chris and allowing myself to just be in the moment.

In a moment, the exhilarating ride took a sudden turn. A rock or pebble had gotten stuck between the wheels, causing the skateboard to jerk violently and send us both careening to the ground.

I heard Chris yell out “Shit!” as we toppled over, and he instinctively covered my head, protecting me from the brunt of the fall. We hit the ground with a hard thud, the skateboard clattering a few feet away from us.

I felt the impact as we hit the ground, the fall taking the wind out of me. Chris's body landed on top of mine, and I let out a small groan of surprise and pain.

For a moment, we lay there motionless, both stunned by the unexpected fall. Then, I felt Chris begin to chuckle against my shoulder, his body shaking slightly.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice filled with laughter and concern. He pushed himself up onto his forearms, looking down at me with a sheepish grin.

“That was a bit of a rough landing, huh?” I managed to croak out between deep breaths, my body starting to throb with the first signs of a forming bruise.

His laughter continued, the sound muffled as he buried his head back into my shoulder. I instinctively tangled my fingers into his hair, the feeling of his soft locks providing me some strange comfort amidst the pain and the laughter.

I joined in, the absurdity of the situation and the relief that we weren't seriously injured propelling me into a bout of laughter.

Chris lifted himself slightly, propping himself up on his forearms to hover above me. He was grinning, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mirth and affection. As he spoke, the words coming out with a hint of smugness, I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat, my hands still buried in his silky hair.

“See? I told you I'd fall with you,” he teased, his voice filled with laughter.

“You always have to prove yourself right, huh?” I managed to say, my voice a bit breathless. My fingers traced a path from his hair down to his cheek, the touch soft yet intimate.

He chuckled again, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. He was so close, so tantalizingly near, and yet still just a breath's distance away.

“Of course I do,” he retorted, his gaze never leaving mine. “Can't let you doubt my words, after all.”

There was something in his eyes, a mixture of playfulness and something deeper that I couldn't quite put my finger on. My fingers lingered on his cheek, the heat of his skin against mine making it hard to think straight.

“You're insufferable,” I muttered, the words coming out as a tease, but my voice betraying the tenderness I felt.

His smile widened, his face so close now that I could feel his warm breath against my skin. My heart was racing, the proximity between us sending tingles down my spine. I could feel the tension, the almost magnetic pull drawing us closer together.

“But you like it,” he countered, a hint of slyness in his voice. His eyes flicked down to my lips, just for a fraction of a second, but it was enough to make my heart flutter.

I swallowed, the words stuck in my throat as I tried to come up with a witty retort. But the closeness, the way he looked at me, the warmth of his body just a tantalizing distance away, it was all too distracting.

The admission escaped my lips in a whisper that was barely audible, the words soft and filled with an honesty I couldn't hide.

“I do,” I confessed, my voice a mere breath of sound. “It's one of my favorite things about you.”

Before I could second-guess myself, I cupped the sides of his face, and gently pulled him closer until our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss.

His lips were soft, warm, and moved against mine with a familiar ease. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as I responded with equal fervor and need. The kiss was tender and hungry at the same time, a mixture of passion and longing spilling into our connection.

I could feel the heat spreading through me, my pulse racing and my heart skipping a beat with every second our lips touched. The world around us faded away, leaving only the sensation of him and me, our bodies fitted together in this stolen moment.

The kiss deepened, our mouths molding together in a perfect fit. His body shifted, and I felt him prop himself up a bit, bracing himself on one arm, his other hand coming to rest on the side of my neck. The change in position brought him even closer, our faces a mere breath apart.

I felt the heat of his body hovering just above mine, the press of his weight against me sending my senses into overdrive.

With a final, lingering nip at my lips, he pulled back, leaving me breathless and wanting more. He stayed close, his forehead pressing against mine, the intimacy of the gesture making my heart flutter. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, his face so close that I could count each individual freckle strewn across his nose.

A cheeky smile played on his lips, the kind that was both infuriating and endearing.

I was still reeling from the kiss, my brain struggling to catch up to the rollercoaster of emotions. I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze, and managed to ask, “What?”

He chuckled, the sound low and deep. “Never thought our first kiss would be us laying on a skatepark concrete floor after we just fell,” he replied, that same cheeky grin on his face.

His words sent a wave of amusement through me, and I laughed, shaking my head at his audacity. “Shut up,” I playfully berated him, my hand clenching on his shirt.

Without giving him a chance to retaliate, I pulled him back in, capturing his lips in another kiss, this one a mix of passion and playful irritation. My free hand came up to cradle his cheek, the touch both possessive and achingly affectionate.

He responded instantly, his lips moving against mine with a fervor that matched my own. His tongue teased the seam of my mouth, asking for entry, and I granted it without hesitation. The kiss was a battle and a union, a messy, heated exchange of feelings that was both familiar and new.

His fingers pressed into my skin, anchoring himself to me as if he was afraid I'd pull away too soon. The world faded away, leaving nothing but the heat of his body and the taste of his lips.

I lost myself in the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair again, pulling him closer, wanting every inch of him near me. My body was aflame, a thousand tiny sparks dancing along my nerve endings. Each touch, each press of his lips, was a promise and a plea all in one.

I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, drowning in each other, time ceasing to exist. But eventually, reluctantly, we had to break apart to gasp for air.

He pulled back slightly, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. The flush on his cheeks mirrored my own, his lips still a touch swollen from our kiss.

As soon as we both caught our breath, he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion, “How about some ice cream right now?”

I nodded, a wide smile breaking across my face. The idea of ice cream seemed like the perfect cap to this whirlwind of a day.

Chris pushed himself up, a mischievous glint in his eye. Then, he held out a hand for me to take, offering to help me up.

I took his hand, feeling the strength and warmth in his grip. He pulled me up effortlessly, and I found myself stumbling into him as my legs, wobbly from the fall and the kiss, protested against bearing my weight.

He caught me, wrapping an arm around my waist to steady me. I chuckled, leaning into him, the intimacy of the moment making my heart flutter.

He chuckled at my wobbly attempt to stand and held me firmly against him. I clutched onto him, feeling the heat of his body against mine, a stark contrast to the cool air around us.

“C'mon,” he said, a hint of laughter still in his voice. “Let's get you some ice cream.” He grabbed his skateboard with one hand and held my hand with the other, intertwining our fingers together.

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We ended up at a nearby ice cream parlor, the small, cozy interior providing a nice change from the skatepark. We settled into a booth, the soft, padded seats feeling luxurious after our hard fall.

Chris sat across from me, his skateboard propped up against the side of the booth, his foot tapping an erratic rhythm as he idly licked at his ice cream cone.

As he was lost in thought, he continued to absentmindedly lick away at his ice cream. And then, with a sudden jerk of his cone, a small drop of the cold treat landed right on the bridge of his nose.

I couldn't help but let out a laugh, the sight of him with ice cream on his nose both hilarious and ridiculously endearing. Without thinking, I reached across the table with a napkin and gently wiped the ice cream away.

He looked up at me when he felt the touch of the napkin on his face, a mix of surprise and amusement in his eyes. “What?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“You had ice cream on your nose,” I replied, still chuckling. “You're such a messy eater.”

As I sat there, watching him, a wave of comfort and familiarity washed over me. Growing up with Chris meant that we’d shared countless moments and created endless memories together. Though our friendship had evolved, one thing remained constant — the ease and freedom I felt in his presence.

I realized how much I’d grown to love our time together, the way he could make me laugh or the way he always seemed to know exactly what I needed, even before I did. The words “best friend” didn't quite cover the depth of my feelings anymore.

I couldn't help but admire him — his messy hair, the twinkle in his eyes, and the carefree smile that always seemed to light up his face. He was more than just a friend now; he was someone who made my heart race, who inspired both laughter and frustration, who brought out emotions and feelings in me that I couldn’t deny.

All I wanted was to be next to him, to share more moments like these — simple, mundane, yet incredibly special. He made me feel safe, carefree, and so very alive.

I silently pondered to myself, realizing a profound truth — Chris had become my drug. It wasn't the kind of addiction that was dangerous or harmful, but a beautiful one that made me feel more alive than ever before.

His presence, his touch, his laugh, his everything — it was a high that I couldn't, and didn't want to, come down from. He was my vice, my solace, my source of happiness, and I craved him more with each passing day.

The thought of being without him, of not having him by my side, felt like an unbearable withdrawal. I didn't want to be cured of this drug, I wanted to be more addicted, more attached, to have our lives so intertwined that the thought of separation was simply unthinkable.

As I watched him casually lick the ice cream cone, totally oblivious to the depth of my thoughts, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was the best kind of drug. The kind that made life sweeter, brighter, and more vibrant than ever before. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The sweetness of the ice cream seemed to pale in comparison to the sugary rush he provided. My heart raced just looking at him, my gaze tracing over his features, each one so familiar yet still so captivating.

“Chris,” I murmured, not even realizing I'd spoken out loud until the single word slipped past my lips, like a prayer or a promise.

He looked up, eyebrows raised quizzically, a drop of melted ice cream hovering on his bottom lip. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice soft, yet laced with a hint of amusement.

I hesitated for a moment, the words I wanted to say stuck in my throat. How could I possibly explain the depths of what I was feeling? How could I put into words the mixture of happiness, fear, hope, and desire that he had awakened in me?

Finally, I sighed, settling back in my seat, knowing that I couldn’t yet tell him everything that was on my mind. “Nothing,” I said with a small smile. “Just enjoying the ice cream, that's all.”

He laughed at my response, a low, easy sound that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. He was so comfortable, so natural, and yet somehow he was still managing to make my heart flutter just by existing.

He leaned back, mirroring my pose, his eyes never leaving mine. “You sure about that?” he teased, his voice laced with skepticism.

I averted my gaze, my cheeks flushing under his observant eyes. He could always see right through me, even the things I didn't want him to see.

“Yeah, I'm sure,” I replied, my voice a bit too brisk. “Just enjoying the ice cream.” I took a large bite, as if to prove my point, hoping he wouldn't press any further.

He didn't reply immediately, letting the silence stretch between us as he observed me quietly. Even without looking at him, I could feel his gaze on me, intense and curious.

After a long beat, he chuckled, the sound as addictive as his presence. “You know, you were never a very good liar,” he finally pointed out, the statement both teasing and serious.

I groaned, the sound an admittance of defeat. He was right, of course. Lying to him, especially about something this monumental, was futile. He knew me too well, understood the way I moved, and could read my emotions like a book.

“Fine,” I relented, meeting his gaze once more. “It's not just the ice cream I'm enjoying.”

His eyes widened slightly at my confession, the surprise apparent in them for a brief moment before it was replaced by a mixture of curiosity and satisfaction.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table, his focus zeroing in on me again. “What else are you enjoying, then?” he asked, his voice a little lower, more intimate.

I swallowed, my heart skipping a beat at his proximity. His question, the way he was looking at me now, it made it seem like he already knew the answer but wanted to hear me say it anyway.

“You,” I said quietly, the word slipping out before I could stop it. “I'm enjoying you.”

His reaction was immediate and visceral. His eyes widened, the surprise evident in them before it was replaced by a look of pure, undisguised joy.

A slow, wide smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, “Is that so?” he asked, his voice tinged with satisfaction and something else, something deeper that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I nodded, my courage growing with his reaction. Seeing him so happy, so clearly thrilled with my admission, made it easier to keep speaking my mind.

“Yes,” I confirmed, my own smile mirroring his. “You're the best part of my day, Chris. Always have been.”

He stared at me, the intensity of his gaze making me feel both vulnerable and safe at the same time. He seemed to be processing my words, each one sinking in and being stored away in his memory.

Finally, he spoke, his voice gruff but filled with a raw honesty that sent a shiver down my spine. “You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that,” he said, his eyes locked on mine.

“I mean it,” I said, my voice quieter now, a little shaky. “You're everything I want, everything I need.”

The words hung between us, heavy with the truth they held. In that moment, I felt the weight of our history, the long years of friendship that had led to this point. He was my best friend, but he was also so much more.

He reached across the table, grabbing my hand in his, his fingers lacing through mine. His grip was firm, but it was also warm, his thumb rubbing small, gentle circles over the back of my hand.

He didn't speak for a few moments, seemingly lost in thought, before he finally murmured, “I think I need you more than you need me.”

The simple declaration pierced my heart, my breath catching in my throat. It was as if he had seen straight into my soul and was now reading my unspoken thoughts out loud.

“That's not true,” I protested, my voice a mere whisper. “It's me who needs you.”

I tightened my grip on his hand, needing the physical touch to ground me. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, each thump a reminder of the emotions coursing through me.

“You've done so much for me,” I said, my voice quieter now, more vulnerable. “You've helped me more than you know. My mind, Chris...it's always been filled with you.”

He looked at me, his eyes studying my expression intently. I could see the disbelief and disbelief warring within him, as if he was struggling to believe what he was hearing.

“Always?” he echoed, the word coming out almost reverently. “You've always thought about me?”

I nodded, the confession spilling out of me now. “Always,” I whispered, my voice a little shakier. “Whenever things go wrong, when I need an escape, you're the first thing — the only thing — I think of. It's always been you.”

His eyes widened at my words, the gravity of them seemingly sinking in. I could see the emotions flickering across his face — shock, surprise, happiness, but also a hint of guilt.

“I had no idea,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn't know I meant so much to you.”

He chuckled, a bitter, self-deprecating sound. “I’m just a dumb skater with no future,” he echoed, his voice low and laced with a hint of insecurity.

I instantly shook my head, my grip on his hand strengthening. “No,” I said firmly, my tone unyielding. “You're so much more than that, Chris. You're a life saver, someone who's always been there for me no matter what.”

I could see the doubt in his eyes, as if he still couldn't quite believe me. He was so used to thinking of himself, to dismissing his own value.

“I'm serious,” I pressed on, refusing to let him undermine his own worth. “You might think you're just a skater, but you're my best friend, my rock, the one person I can always count on. That's worth more than any future or career.”

He was silent for a moment, seeming lost in thought. I could see the wheels turning in his mind, as if he was processing my words and trying to accept them.

Finally, he sighed, his gaze meeting mine once more. “You make me sound like a superhero or something,” he joked, though his voice still held a note of vulnerability.

I let out a soft, amused chuckle. “Not a superhero,” I corrected, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Just a regular guy who's too stubborn to accept how important he is.”

Chris let out a soft, amused chuckle. “Alright, alright,” he said, his tone lighthearted but carrying a note of seriousness. “Let’s get you back home. You gotta start packing”

I nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment that our time together was coming to an end. But I knew he was right — it was getting late, and I had a lot to do before tomorrow.

I started to slide out of the booth, my legs a little wobbly from the emotional roller coaster of the evening.

We exited the ice cream parlor, the cool night air hitting us like a wave. Chris held the door open for me, his hand resting on the small of my back us he guided me outside.

The walk back to my house was quiet, the only sound in the deserted street the soft crunch of gravel under our feet. We didn't speak, the silence between us comfortable and familiar.

Every now and then, I would steal a glance at Chris. He seemed lost in thought, his eyes fixed on the darkened street ahead. I wanted to ask him what he was thinking, but I knew better than to interrupt his musing.

Instead, I focused on the closeness between us — the way his fingers occasionally brushed against my arm, the way his shoulder would graze mine as we walked. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes.

As we drew closer to my house, the silence broke as Chris spoke, his voice soft in the quiet night. “You nervous about tomorrow?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes full of concern.

I nodded, a wave of anxiety suddenly washing over me. The thought of my parents' reaction had been lingering in the back of my mind all evening, but I hadn't allowed myself to dwell on it too much.

“Yeah,” I admitted, my voice a little shaky. “I'm just worried about what they'll say.”

Chris stopped walking, causing me to halt as well. He turned to face me, his eyes meeting mine in the dim light.

“You know, you don't have to do everything your parents want,” he said, his voice firm. “You're old enough to make your own choices. You don't deserve to live in a household that makes you unhappy.”

I stared at him, his words hitting me hard. He was echoing a thought that had been forming in the back of my mind for so long, but I had never allowed myself to acknowledge it, let alone act on it.

“I know…but they're my parents,” I protested, the words sounding weak even to my ears.

He let out a huff of frustration. “Just because they're your parents doesn't mean they get to control your life,” he retorted, his voice a little sharper now. “If they don't care about your happiness, then why should you care about their opinions?”

His words stung but also awakened something within me. I was so used to living my life according to my parents' expectations, trying to please them, that I had almost forgotten about my own happiness.

He must have seen the doubt in my eyes, because his expression softened as he continued. “You deserve to be happy, Y/N,” he said, his voice gentle now. “You don't have to sacrifice your dreams and desires for someone else's vision of your life.”

He took a step closer, closing the distance between us. “Come on,” he urged, his voice low and earnest. “Move in with us. You'll see how it feels to be free, to make your own choices and create your own happiness.”

I stared at his outstretched hand, my heart racing in my chest. This was it — a choice, a decision that would change everything. I took a deep breath, steeling my courage, before reaching out and placing my hand in his.

The moment our fingers touched, a jolt of electricity seemed to pass between us. It was a silent agreement, a pact sealed with a simple gesture.

I was choosing my own happiness, choosing him.

We walked the rest of the way in silence, our hands still intertwined. The quiet of the night was interrupted only by the soft crunch of gravel under our feet and the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.

I stole a glance at Chris, who was staring straight ahead, his profile illuminated by the dim moonlight. His face was set in a serious expression, but his grip on my hand was warm and firm, a silent reassurance that I wasn't alone in this.

We stopped in front of my porch, the light from the house casting a soft golden glow on our faces. Chris turned to me, his eyes meeting mine in the semi-darkness.

“I'll be here in the morning with Matt,” he said, his voice a whisper. “Just pack some clothes and whatever you need. We can go shopping for whatever you’re missing.”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. This was really happening.

He leaned down, his hand moving behind my back to pull me closer. Our eyes met, a silent moment of connection, before he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a soft, chaste kiss.

My hand came up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath my palm. I let the moment stretch on, savoring the feeling of his body pressed against mine.

Chris stepped back, giving me one last, lingering look before he turned and made his way down the street.

I watched him go for a moment, the sound of his skateboard wheels against the pavement echoing in the quiet night air. Then I turned and quietly made my way inside, my mind already racing.

With a sense of determination, I headed straight upstairs to my room, focusing on the task at hand. Packing.

➤ A/N: Long story sorry!! (took me 4 days to finish)

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[mrs-kodzuken]

Teen Pregnancy ♡

Pairing: Kōtarō Bokuto x fem!reader

WC: 1.8k

Genre: angst to fluff

CW: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, teen pregnancy (please don’t get pregnant at a young age if you can try!), angst to fluff, reader thinks it’s sickness, injured!bokuto, obviously implied sex since reader is pregnant

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I wiped my mouth with the back of my shaky hand as I just got finished puking into the toilet. This happened for the third time this week, but I hadn't gone to the doctor because of Bokuto.

He had, unfortunately, sprained his ankle while trying out a new skill during volleyball practice. The doctor said that he wasn't supposed to play for a week and to lay off it for it to heal.

As usual, that really made Kōtarō go into emo mode. Akaashi had managed to pull him out, but his bad mood hadn't gone away all week.

Me being his girlfriend, I took up the duty to help him around, even if I wasn't feeling well myself; I care about his well-being more than mine anyway.

After I brushed my teeth, I noticed a pale-ish look to my skin tone. Maybe I should make an appointment with the doctor's, I thought after grabbing my school bag.

Dark gray clouds swirled in the sky as the cold air nipped at my skin, releasing a shiver from my body.

It was probably going to rain, or worse, snow.

Being in the month of December, that was quite likely to happen. I arrived at the front gates of school, and

Akaashi had taken it upon himself to help get Kō here in the mornings.

I quickly hurried to his classroom, which was class one. I saw him pouting in his chair with his crutch leaning on the side of his desk and his hair slightly down. I sighed and moved near him.

"Good morning baby, how're you feeling?" I asked, trying to shift my problems out of my head and focusing on his.

"I want to play volleyball." His pout is not going away. Kōtarō always had an endless hunger for the victory of volleyball. I mean, that is why he is one of the top five best athletes in Japan.

And a small sprang could really do some damage to the poor boy.

"I know you do, but just bear with us for the next couple of days, and then you'll be back to smashing those balls on the court." I tried cheering him up a bit before I had to leave.

I heard the warning bell signaling that class would be starting soon, so I leaned down to give Kō a peck on the forehead before I left.

"I'll see you later, Kōtarō."

But when I started walking, I felt my bladder almost exploded. I had used the bathroom when I first got up this morning before my puking session, so I wasn't sure how I already needed to pee.

I hurried to the nearest ladies bathroom and relieved myself. While I was washing my hands, the bell rang for class to start.

What made it even worse was that my class room was upstairs since I was in class 5. My shoulders slumped as I walked even slower up the stairs.

It was only morning, but traveling up a staircase had worn me out.

I entered my class with the rest of my classmates staring at me, and my best friend's eyebrow quirked up as if to question why I'm late.

"You finally come to class, miss." My teacher said irritatingly as I took my seat, which was in back, after I mumbled a small apology.

Soon, the teacher droned on about something that I wasn't too bothered by. I sat my head down on the desk and decided to take a little nap to pass the time.

I felt someone shake me a little bit as I pushed their hand away.

"Do you want to eat lunch or not?" was the voice belonging to my best friend as she awaited my answer, which was a bunch of words mumbled together.

"By the way, why were you late this morning? You're never late, like, ever." She questioned me as she sat in front of me with her bento box, deciding she was going to eat here with me in the class.

"I had used the bathroom after meeting with Kō and ended up late. I just don't feel good." I said, looking up at her, then at her food.

Suddenly, a thought struck at me, "And I forgot my lunch." I groaned and sat my head back down.

"I'm so sorry (Y/n). I really don't want to make everything worse, but our teacher assigned us a project that's worth ten percent of our grade, and it's due Friday."

Today was Wednesday, and I felt like crying at the thought of doing a school project. "Great, just great. great, great, great." I hit my head on my hands with every word I spoke.

"You don't sound great."

"I'm not great, (B/f/n)." I put my head in my hands and sucked it up, trying to focus on anything else besides the hunger in my stomach and the nausea that came with it.

"I'll be fine; lunch is almost over anyway. Do me a favor and wake me when the bell rings for dismissal." She nodded and packed her bento box away as people started to fill the classroom.

I also forgot my hoodie, so I laid there on my cold desk, shivering just a bit.

As promised, (B/f/n) woke me when class was finished. I headed outside towards the gym, knowing Kō would want to stay and watch his teammates play, even if he couldn't.

The sky had actually become really dark as little flurries of snow fell down. This was bad weather, especially with Bokuto being in a crutch.

I sluggishly walked into the gym, knowing that it would take a lot of convincing for me to get home.

As usual, he was sitting on the bench watching his teammates play with a grumpy facial expression.

I sighed and sat down beside him, wanting nothing more than to be embraced by his arms.

I laid my head on his shoulder and carefully watched out the window as the snow continued to fall.

Only two hours had passed, and it was pitch black outside, not to mention it was freezing too.

I had been trying to convince Bokuto to go home due to his injured leg. I knew I had been pestering him, but in the end he would give in and let me help him walk home.

What I didn't expect was for my plan to backfire on me.

"Goddamn it, do you have to be so fucking annoying all the time?" He snapped his head towards me as I froze; I could tell everyone else in the gym did too.

My heart was stuck in my throat as I gave him a weak apology; I didn't bother grabbing my bag. Held my head down low as I hurried out of the gym as the temperature dropped, making my skin freeze.

I couldn't see due to it being pitch black, but I still kept on, my legs never stopping. The only thing warm were my salty tears, which never seemed to stop rushing down my face.

I wasn't sure where I was, so I tried to slow down my pace as I slipped on ice, and my head rammed into a wall. The pain almost immediately giving me raging headache as I pressed a hand onto it.

I slowly slid down the ice-cold brick wall, not having the energy to move anymore.

My day was so fucking shitty.

Slowly, my arms wrapped around my limp body to suffice as something to cover me from the snow that still continued to fall from the sky.

Before I knew it, my eyes closed due to the pain in my head and my arms were wrapped not only around my body but my stomach.

"Kō." was the last thing my voice could manage out before I slipped into unconsciousness on the ground.

Muffled voices in a room awoke me with the annoying sound of beating. I felt warmth surrounding me and bandages on my face as I opened my eyes.

I squinted at the bright lights that were on the ceiling. I slowly sat up and looked at everyone in the room around me.

It was a hospital room and the annoying sound was my heart.

My parents, Bokuto's mom, Bokuto, and Akaashi, were in the room with me. I looked down at my lap, not liking how all the attention was on me at once.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Bokuto open his mouth as if he were to say something but shut it when the doctor came into the room.

"Hi, mom, dad. If you don't mind, I'm just going to check up on your daughter," she said as she rounded my bed.

"Hello sweetie, how do you feel?" She gathered a flashlight and a clipboard, ready to write.

"My head hurts." The voice that came out was all scratchy and low. It seemed to make my mom lean more into my dad, as if to hide her tears. The doctor handed me a cup of water.

"Well, you did hit it pretty hard. Are you warm enough? I can add another heated blanket if you want; make yourself comfortable. We still need to check if the baby is okay." She reached for another blanket as I froze.

"Excuse me?" My voice came out slightly panicked.

What baby?

"Don't worry, we already told your parents, so you don't need to worry about that." She concluded with a comforting smile.

"No, no. What do you mean? I'm not pregnant." I said, I was confused; I'm pretty sure I wasn't pregnant. Or at least, I think.

My eyes immediately reached Bokuto's sorrowful ones.

"Oh my god." I covered my mouth with my left hand as my right one went to my stomach. I couldn't believe what was happening right now.

"Oh. Mom, dad, and other mom, how about we give these two a few minutes to talk?" She politely said, giving Kō and I some time to discuss this.

Silence fell over the now empty room; Bokuto was the first one to speak up.

"(Y/n), I'm sorry for acting like that. I just wanted to play volleyball so bad, but that doesn't excuse my actions. When the guys found you and you were shivering uncontrollably and bleeding, I didn't know what to do.

“On top of that, you were out there with.. our baby in you." After he had finished, tears fell from his somber, golden eyes.

I reached a hand to his face and wiped a tear away while he leaned into my hand.

"Kō, I forgive you. But a baby? We're still in school, and you have your volleyball career that you plan on pursuing, and I still don't know what I want to be." I nervously stated, my eyebrows furrowed with worry.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. We'll work through it together, okay? We'll be the greatest parents ever." He gave me the smile that I missed the most.

And that reassurance was all I needed to process that we could handle this together.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!

the header is made by me, please like/reblog if used <3

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

LOVE ME HARDER!

you swear your favorite color has nothing to do with kaiser. but unluckily for you, the boy’s fallen madly in love with you and has somehow convinced himself that he can connect the dots to make you fall madly in love with him. when you meet his flirting with a tough front though, kaiser has a secret weapon up his sleeve (or under his uniform collar).

gender neutral reader

content warning(s): reader’s favorite color is blue, kaiser’s tattoo isn’t super visible with his uniform in this fic

You loved blue.

You still do. And for the foreseeable future, you weren’t going to ever stop loving the color. It was a color so dear and special to you, and as much as you loved all the other colors, there was something indescribable about the blue hue.

It was everywhere. The color of the sky. The ocean. The small Google Docs icon while you scribbled down notes on your computer. A stray car in the distance while you crossed the road. It was the color of loyalty and knowledge, the cool tones even embodying the mystifying feeling of melancholy. And, if you allowed yourself to get a little pretentious and philosophical, probably the color of the universe. 

What a dignified color. You would never stop loving blue. Not ever. Certainly not now. And you would never extinguish your love of the color because of a man.

But boy, was someone making it difficult.

You always heard him before you saw him: the rumble of footsteps, Ness gushing incoherent praise, the shrill trill of German words hanging in the air. Like an overture before a grand opera, except those thirty seconds were the only prep time you’d get to turn on your heel and book it out of there if you didn’t want to say hello to your biggest headache.

“Oh, daaaarling! There you are! Hey- Don’t run away!”

An outstretched pair of arms materialized on either side of your body, and you let out a loud yelp before you were pulled backwards into a tight hug. You screeched like a feral cat, clawing helplessly at the air while a loud haughty laugh rang out against your eardrums.

It was only when you turned around that the sense of hearing gave out to the sense of sight. Beautiful strands of blond-blue hair swept across your eyes, the twinkle of his golden locks not too unlike the catlike gleam in his pupils. Speaking of his eyes, you hated the stupid bastard for how much blue he had on him and more importantly, how good it looked. Even the smug azure of his crinkled eyes made you stop breathing for just a split second, and your lips parted unconsciously as your hatred momentarily dissipated into wonder at the delicate hue.

“Staring at me? Awwwww, do you think I’m handsome? Of course you do. You wouldn't be so starstruck otherwise,” he chuckled. You instantly snapped out of your stupor, and you twisted your face into a disgusted frown.

“Take your hands off of me, you idiot,” you snarled. “I’m not in the mood to talk to you.”

“Oh? Perfect. I think that’s perfect timing to talk to you.” Kaiser kept one arm slung firmly over your shoulders, expertly placing himself at your side. You dug your heels into the ground and kept your place whenever he tried to edge you closer to his torso, egging you to relax into his touch. “Busy being a little color nerd again? I think it’s adorable that you’d pick your favorite color after me-”

“-I did not pick my favorite color after you,” you huffed. You crossed your arms, and you glared directly up at him (this time, you took extra care not to get lost in his eyes). “Do you really think I don’t have a personality or something? To pick a favorite color after a man?”

He shrugged. “Hey, I’m a pretty charming guy, if I do say so myself. Just now, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of me. I’d say I wear the color well. Say, if I swapped my red eyeliner out for a blue one, would that make you stare at me even more?”

You wanted to push him off, but you knew better than to engage a professional athlete in a half-wrestle-half-run-for-your-life-thing. “In your dreams. You’re an atrocious mix of colors.”

“Sure.” He easily brushed your words off. He broke out into his usual smug grin, chuckling at you as if he were a cat toying with a mouse. If he could, you swore that he’d gobble you up in one bite and leave no crumbs. “But I’d say blue is totally my color.”

Red hot annoyance flooded your body. This was so unlike you, to be moved to such anger that you’d be thinking of any color other than your favorite cyan hue, but something about this man made you want to beat him to a bloody pulp until he truly was nothing more than a mix of crimson and black and white broken bones. 

“Blue is MY color!” You grumbled. “I liked it even before I met you! Hell, I probably understand it better than you do! Dipping your hair in Kool-Aid and being born with blue eyes doesn’t automatically make blue your color! It’s my favorite color, and me liking it has nothing to do with you! Not everything revolves around you, Kaiser!”

You fumed at him, having blurted out all of the tension mounting inside of your chest. You stood there, wanting to claw off the weight of his arm across your shoulders. You wondered if Kaiser would yell back at you, if those beautiful sapphire eyes of his would narrow into small slits before he’d wind up for the pounce, if he truly would swallow you up into a void of blue nothingness just to prove you wrong.

But instead he threw his head back, and he laughed heartily.

“You’re too funny for your own good.” He pretended to wipe a tear from his eye with his other hand, and he barely held himself together long enough to look at you. “The world? Revolve around me? Maybe to all those other stupid commoners. Those brainless fools need a stunning star to guide them. To give them any purpose in life.”

You grimaced, skin crawling with disdain as he yanked you closer. His free hand caressed the outline of your cheeks and jaw, and you let out a small “eep!” as he hooked his fingers under your chin to gingerly lift your face to meet his. You held your breath as the German prodigy leaned in, until the silhouette of his peach-pink lips were much too close to your mouth for your liking.

“But, darling… Oh, my sweet, stupid darling…” His voice was far too smooth for your own liking. Like the lining of a regal blue mink-fur lined cape, the kind you’d see in a 1700s painting of a king, the edge you get from swallowing down a mouthful of ice water. He looked too pleased with himself, having you ensnared perfectly in his arms like this. The thick tension that hung between the two of you felt like poisoned honey, and he shook his head at you mockingly. “If anyone were to pay attention closely, they’d know that the script is much more different for you than it is for those everyday fools.”

“Don’t lump me in your weird fantasy.” You blinked at him defiantly. He pursed his lips slightly, but Kaiser didn’t waver even once. 

“All I want to say is that there’s nothing wrong in admiring beautiful things. If you like blue that much, nothing wrong with admiring the blue on me, is there? It’s unhealthy to deny yourself the things that you love so much.” He let you go finally, and you practically leapt out away from him. “If you don’t want to throw yourself at my feet and beg to play the role of my dedicated love interest, that’s fine too! Although, I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to. Anyone would be honored to have my attention the way you do.”

“You’re a self-centered prick. I don’t want to give you any more attention than what I’m already wasting on you.”

“That’s what I’m saying! If you let down your high walls and properly let yourself admire me for the beautiful, charming, handsome guy I am, then it wouldn’t be a waste of your time.” He expertly flicked his hair over his shoulder, winking at you as some of the strands tumbled down his collarbones and back. As atrocious of a haircut as it was, you did have to admit that the color of his weird gradient was very pleasing to your eyes.

But you’d rather eat knives than admit it out loud. 

“You’ll have to try harder than that. Anyone can dye hair,” you muttered, thoroughly unconvinced. “And before you ask, I’m not interested in staring at your eyes either. Blue eyes mean nothing to me. And I can always go buy color contacts off the internet and stare at those instead if I really want to.”

“Boo! That’s so boring! Wouldn’t you want a real living person? Someone with personality?” He pouted.

You rolled your own eyes. “Yeah. Someone that doesn’t have a stick stuck up their ass.”

Kaiser pressed his lips into a line, suddenly lost in heavy thought. He knew your patience was already running thin with him, and while it was frustrating that the typical antics he’d lavish onto his fans wasn’t netting him the reaction he wanted from you, it still thrilled him the same. You were so tough to crack! He knew deep down that you had some heart for him and that you loved admiring beautiful things! And was he not the most beautiful thing of them all? He was skilled, talented, the kind of guy anyone should be flattered to have. All he needed was to convince you with something unique, something that no other groupie or fan of his couldn’t have, and maybe that would be the key to luring you over.

To turn that burning red hatred of yours into a calm, placated blue interest.

“Well, what if I give you something truly special then? If I could show you something that you have to admit is beautiful, would you admire me then?” He offered tentatively. You sniffed, keeping your head held high, but he took your silence to mean that it wasn’t a complete refusal.

He broke out into the biggest grin you had ever seen. Your confidence wavered slightly at his smug smirk, and nervousness prickled over your skin. You held your breath as Kaiser slowly raised his hand to his neck. Two fingers hooked onto the golden collar of his Bastard Munchen uniform, which covered a generous portion of his neck.

He yanked down. 

A flash of deep, royal blue stunned your vision, and your eyes instinctively widened. Kaiser tilted his neck to the opposite side, making sure you could catch a proper glimpse at the part of his throat that was normally concealed by his uniform. You felt like something inside of your brain had violently hit the brakes the moment the color hit your eyes. 

Roses.

Beautiful, beautiful blue roses. 

You’re automatically entranced by them. They’re tattoos, each expertly painted on his skin with a careful hand. The black outline makes the rich hues pop even more against his body, and while you tiptoe forward to catch a better view, you can only make out the better part of one of the bigger roses. The rest are covered by his uniform, and you can see the hint of inked thorns traveling away from the flowers and towards his arm. 

Kaiser instantly caught the shift in energy from you. He wisely kept his mouth shut, but some prideful part of him was celebrating inwardly. He let you step closer to admire the handiwork on his body, your curiosity delighting him to no ends.

You wanted to touch them. To touch him. Oh, you could imagine the feeling of soft rose petals under your fingertips while you were utterly mesmerized by his tattoo, almost forgetting that it was just an inked drawing rather than real flowers.

“Well? Isn’t it lovely?” 

You flinched, snapping back to life. Dumbfounded, you were at a loss for words. It was completely unlike you to not have some kind of mean comeback to snark at him with, but the secret weapon Kaiser had on hand was too much. His tattoo had overwhelmed you in a heartbeat, the artistic touch only making you want to see it again.

But unfortunately for you, he adjusted his uniform back into its regular position with a cruel smile. “See? I knew you’d like it. Do you want to look at it again? Oh, I know you do. C’mon, tell me. Tell me you want to see it again. It’s not like I’m going to refuse.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, and very hesitantly, you swallowed back your pride. “Can… Can I see your tattoo again?”

“With pleasure, darling.” He cooed. He paused for a moment, and he pulled you closer towards him. You gulped nervously when he peered down at you, clearly savoring the victory he had earned by pulling wool (or in this case, a lovely tattoo) over your eyes. 

“But why don’t I take you to my room instead? I’ll take off my shirt for you. That way you can see the entire thing. And then you can fawn over me properly. You just said you wanted to see my tattoo again. Those pretty roses,” he leaned in, tempting you over and over with the fleeting memory, “Those pretty, pretty roses that are in your absolute favorite color.”

You were torn, and Kaiser reveled in that tormented expression of yours.

He held his hand out. “No need to be shy. Let me show you all sorts of beautiful blue things, my darling.”

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[iwrite-sinsandtragedies]

Day 3 — Poppy ₊˚✧ ﾟ

Submission for @olba-week-event

MC: Ai/Sky

I wasn't actually going to do day 3 because I couldn't come up with an idea that didn't have Cove in the spotlight 😂 but inspiration hit me at the last minute so this one was a bit of a rush job, my apologies. On the plus side, Ai's little sailor onsie will forever give me life so that was a delight to work on. She had huge aspirations to become one when she was a kid - always wanted to be on a ship and had a lot of sailor themed things in her room (even tried to stow away on a ship once and actually succeeded, but only for a day before someone found her out LOL, the moms were not pleased). As you can guess though, meeting Mr. Shark-man Holden and his sea themed son was the highlight of her youth 🤣 she's had many long and very serious conversations with Cliff about buying a boat. She used her serious voice and her serious face and everything! Cliff could barely resist! He almost caved when Cove came in for back up but the moms brought up the stow away story and that sobered him up pretty damn quick LMAO Now, on a more personal moment here. My stepdad likes to retell this story of how we first met, whenever he's in an emotional enough mood 😂 I was a very impulsive kid (putting it mildly) and I didn't know him at all but, despite that, the first thing I did was run right up to him and hug him around the legs and say "Hello!" with my big smile and he had no idea what to do because he was used to people not being like that with him at all. Yet there I was, already liking him, not knowing how big of an impact that was going to have on him. He retells this story maybe once or twice a year and there's just something so genuinely soft and sweet about watching a 50 odd year old man still get moved to tears, years later, as he says "You chose me." like it still baffles him even now - especially when you know he's the type of man that doesn't rely on support or comfort from other people, but takes that comfort from you - the child he chose too.

Cliff feels like he's that type of man to me, tbh 💖 Maybe it's because I understand his background so easily or because he's always doing things that I recognise as responses to that background, but he reminds me a lot of my stepdad and a lot of myself too honestly. So, a big big Big part of me just loves the idea of this stubborn, independent, self made man who is always putting the comfort and happiness of others as his top priority also getting so damn emotional when he gets to sit down and do normal happy family things with the kids that love him so dearly as well. Like, I just want this man to look around at the people in his life and know, deep in his heart and soul, that they want him to be there 🥺 maybe his parents didn't, but they just missed out on everything that he had to offer honestly. The family he has now knows his value and it's not in what he's willing to do, but simply in him being who he is. That's worthy of love.

Anyways 😂 I could probably ramble on about Mr. Cliff Holden for hours if I'm not careful. So, I'll just leave this here and continue loving my two ocean boys unconditionally, as they deserve! 💖

[lendeah]

My first fanfic post! Hope you enjoy it, and feel free to share any requests💌

THE GRAVE SCENE™️

Summary: You know the summary😈 A reimagining of the infamous grave scene.

Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Tav

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: + 18, NSFW, dom!Astarion

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The morning after the battle with Cazador, the heaviness in my limbs felt like weights, my muscles aching and sore from the physical exertion of the fight. But it was the weight on my heart that was truly crushing, each beat feeling like a burden too heavy to bear. Astarion wasn't in the camp, as he had rushed out after killing his former master, needing to be alone to process the turmoil within him. The image of his primal screams as he repeatedly buried the blade into Cazador's chest was burned into my brain, haunting me with every breath. As I watched helplessly with my companions, Astarion was torn apart piece by piece, both physically and emotionally. I knew that sound would haunt me in my worst nightmares for years to come.

At that moment, my fingers longed to reach out and comfort him, but deep down I knew it would be more for my own benefit than his. So I remained still, my hand held tightly by Shadowheart's as I had to witness to the man I loved being ripped appart. I didn't shed a tear when Astarion screamed at me in rage and pain, didn't cry when he refused to come back to camp that night. But as soon as the moon rose high in the sky and everyone else fell asleep with somber looks in their eyes, I allowed myself to finally break down.

I sobbed and screamed into my pillow, releasing all of the pent-up emotions that threatened to consume me. My heart felt heavy with grief and guilt. I had been so caught up in trying to protect everyone and defeating Cazador, as well as our other enemies that I didn't realize how much Astarion was struggling with his past. I should have paid more attention, should have reached out to him sooner. His hunger for power was no secret to me, but as he begged and cried in front of me, I almost caved. Even though I stood by my decision of not helping him ascend, a part of me felt guilty for taking the choice away from him, much like how Cazador had done.

The sun had long since set and another day had passed, but still I remained in bed, cocooned in my sheets with only the sound of my own sobs to keep me company. The weight of the world seemed to press down on me as I lay there, until with a heavy sigh, I finally mustered the strength to sit up. With trembling hands, I wiped away my tears. It was time to face Astarion, to offer him whatever comfort and support he needed. Even if it meant braving his anger or facing his rejection.

The darkness of the night surrounds me as I step out of my tent, the moon casting a pale light across the campsite. I can see Astarion's tent in the distance, a small flicker of light coming from inside. The only sound is the soft crunching of leaves and twigs under my feet as I make my way across the place. My hands tremble slightly as I reach out to pull back the flap of Astarion's tent. When I take my first step inside, I notice it is lit by a single flickering lantern, casting shadows on the canvas walls. The dim light revealed the scattered remnants of broken objects, and in the center of it all, I can see Astarion sitting cross-legged on a bedroll, his eyes red and puffy from crying.

At first, I think he hasn't noticed me, but then he turns to me with a wistful expression "I should probably start getting used to the shadows again. Who knows how long I have left in the sun?" He says, his voice rough. The thought tightens my chest and I resist the urge to reach out and hold him

"Don't say that" I reply softly "we could still find a way to control the tadpole."

I take a seat beside him on the bedroll, being careful not to startle him.

"Maybe, but even if I could control it, it's a dangerous game. I'd spend every day waiting for something to go wrong." He says, his eyes filled with sorrow. "For the tadpole to find some new trick, reassert itself, and make me a slave again. Maybe never seeing the sun again is just the price of freedom." he finishes, his voice cracking with emotion. Seeing him so broken shatters my heart into a million pieces.

"I'll be with you either way." I reach out slowly, my fingers trembling as I grasp his hands, trying to convey my feelings through touch. "I hope you know that," I whisper, my voice barely above a breath.

He looks at me, his face softening as he takes in my expression. His guarded walls seem to crumble, revealing a vulnerability I hadn't seen before.

"I think I do." He says, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth ",assuming we survive, of course. Because a horrible death is always just around the corner with you." His lips curl up into a mischievous smile and his eyes sparkle with amusement. I can't help but grin back at him. His hand gently squeezes mine, sending a reassuring warmth through my fingers. We sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, enjoying each other's company.

But then, his face takes on a more serious tone. "There's... something I'd like to show you, if that's all right? Something out in the city."

I frown "What is it?"

"Something I haven't shown anyone else." he says with a shy secretive smile.

"Oh, how mysterious" I reply teasingly "Fine, I'll come," I say, making sure to play up my casual indifference.

We step out of the tent and into the night, as he silently takes me along the city, and I let myself be guided into the dark streets of Baldur's Gate. The city is alive, even though it's around midnight, streets buzzling with the sounds of merchants haggling, people drinking, and horses trotting. It's a stark contrast to the darkness and sadness that had filled the tent just moments ago.

He takes me through narrow alleyways and side streets, navigating through the crowds with ease, as if he has made this way many times before. Finally, we come to a halt in front of the metal fence doors of a... Cemetery?

His usual playful demeanor is gone. I can feel the weight of each step, every breath I take as I follow him deeper into the eerie silence of the place. The moonlight casts a ghostly glow upon the rows of tombstones, echoing through the stillness of the night. The graveyard is appropriately silent - there isn't a proverbial soul around.

I raise an eyebrow, looking at Astarion with confusion and skepticism "A little stereotypical, don't you think?" I joke, breaking the silence.

"Perhaps, but some things are classics for a reason." he replies.

As we walk through the space between graves, I can feel the weight of death around us. We stop in front of a worn tombstone, looking really neglected. My heart drops, as I comprehend the reason why we are here. I watch Astarion as he kneels down and wipes away the layers of dust and dirt, revealing the name more clearly. Astarion Ancunín.

"Nearly two hundred years and I never came back." he says, his voice heavy with emotion. "Not since the night I woke up down there. I had to punch a hole in the coffin and claw my way through six feet of dirt. Then when I finally broke the surface, retching up dirt and congealed blood, Cazador was waiting. From that day on I was his." His face contorts as he recalls the memory. "Until today." He ends, in a whisper.

I slowly place a hand on his shoulder, trying to offer some sort of comfort. "You were never his. Whatever he had, he took it by force" I say, looking deep into his red eyes.

"Maybe, but he did take it. There is almost nothing left of the person I was. Just a name on a rock" He adds with sorrow. "For nearly two centuries I stalked the Streets like a ghost while the person I was lays here, dead and buried. Now I need to figure out who I am, what I want." A small smile plays on his lips as he meets my gaze, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"And, what do you want?" I ask, my heart fluttering with excitement.

He stays silent for a few seconds, and then

"You... I want you." he finally confesses, his voice raw with vulnerability. Another moment of silence follows "You were by my side through all of this. Through and pain and missery. You were patient. You cared. You trusted me when that an objectively stupid thing to do." He pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. "I feel safe with you. Seen. And whatever the future holds for me, I don't want to lose that."

My chest constricts at his words, my eyes watering a little. I had always felt a strong connection with Astarion, but hearing him express his feelings so openly and honestly makes my heart swell. Astarion's face is illuminated by the moonlight, his red eyes sparkling with emotion and his lips turned up in a small smile.

"You won 't." I whisper, my voice laced with determination. "Whatever comes next, I've got you." I say, as my hand reaches out to cup Astarion's cheek, feeling the soft edges of his skin.

"Thank you" he says softly, and after a beat, he looks at the gravestone again "Well, I should probably fix this"

The metal glints in the moonlight as he carefully carves a new date on the stone, marking the beginning of a new chapter in his life. Astarion kneels over the damp, musty earth, his eyes focused on the gravestone in front of him. The moonlight casts a soft glow on his face, emphasizing the lines of determination and sorrow etched into his features. As the vampire gets silently lost in his thoughts, I am struck with an idea, a simple yet touching gesture. I search around until I find what I'm looking for, and I pick a small flower from the ground. I slowly kneel next to him, and place it gently on the grave, adding a splash of color to the otherwise shadowy scene.

A small smile spreads across his face when he notices, "Cute" he says, the word rolling off his tongue like a caress. With a sigh, he follows "I've been dead on the ground for long enough. It's time to try living again" He turns his body to me, reaching for my hands and holding them tightly in his. "With everything that life has to offer"

My heart stutters at the implication of his words.

"Meaning...?" I ask, trying to sound coy. A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he leans in closer and whispers,

"If a night of passion is on offer, I could be persuaded" His words send shivers down my spine, and I laugh, feeling a surge of desire mixed with anticipation.

"Sounds good to me" I whisper back, my voice filled with playful allure.

He brings a hand to my cheek, stroking it lightly, "You know, I didn't care for you when we first met. But I do now. Being with you is about more than lust or manipulating you into a tactical alliance." He pauses, steady gaze locked onto mine. "I love you." he breathes "I love this. And I want it all"

My heart is about to burst out of my chest, tears threatening to flow out of my eyes. There is only one thing I want in that moment, as I lean in slowly, my lips meeting his in a soft kiss.

"I love you too" I confess against his mouth. The moon shines down on us as Astarion's lips press against mine. It is a gentle kiss, filled with love and longing. I reach back, running my fingers through his white strands. My heart swells with emotion as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Astarion's hands move down to my waist, pulling me even closer as our bodies melt together in the cool night air.

Our kiss intensifies, becoming more passionate and urgent. Astarion's tongue dances with mine, exploring every inch of my mouth. I moan into the kiss, feeling pure pleasure coursing through my body. Then, he lays back for a moment, and looks at me with a fire in his eyes I have never seen before. With a wicked smile, he pushes me down onto the dirt of his own grave, and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise. His red orbs flash with raw desire as he hovers above me. Astarion's lips descend upon mine again, my fingers finding their way into his curls again, his skin warm against my own.

The moon casts its silvery glow over us, illuminating our passion in the eerie quiet of the cemetery. Every sensation heightened, every touch more intimate, as we surrendered to the ecstasy of the night.

As Astarion's lips trail down my neck, and I shiver with desire, my heart pounding erratically. He kisses my neck, my collarbone, my chest - wherever he can reach, with slow, deliberate moves. He slowly pulls away, staring into my eyes with a fierce intensity, as his hand trails down my cheek, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. Suddenly, I am aware of how long it has been since our last encounter, when he asked me to keep things non-sexual for some time.

"Are you sure about this?" I whisper , concern lacing my words "We don't have to rush it if you are still not ready".

His eyes darken at my words.

"I'm more sure than ever," he replies, voice barely above a breath. With that, he leans in again, his lips crashing into mine. I can feel the urgency in it, the hunger that courses his body as he claims me.

With nimble fingers, Astarion swiftly undresses me as if it were an art form. My heart races with anticipation as his eyes drink in every inch of me.

He lowers his lips to my neck, trailing soft kisses down my throat to my collarbone. I tangle my fingers in his hair, silently begging for more. But instead of his usual fangs piercing my skin in hunger, he showers me with gentle kisses, each one making me shudder. My skin prickles with goosebumps as Astarion's fingertips trace over every inch of my exposed flesh, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me.

Astarion's lips trail down my chest, his hands exploring every curve and dip of my body. I can't hold back the moans that escape my lips as he kisses and nips at every sensitive spot he finds. He looks up at me from the spot between my legs, and I swear it's the most sensual sight I've seen in my life: his lips swollen and glistening with the taste of mine, his hair tousled and his cheeks flushed with passion.

"My god, you are breathtaking" I say under my breath.

He chuckles, warm breath brushing against my inner thighs. "I'm well aware".

And then he dives in. His tongue darts out to taste me, lingering on my most sensitive spots, swirling and teasing me to the point of insanity. I arch my back, trying to push deeper into his mouth as the pleasure builds, my heart pounding in my chest. I moan his name, the sound lost in the cemetery's silence. My body trembles with the pleasure, my muscles tensing and then relaxing, over and over again. I can feel Astarion's hands on my thighs, his fingers slowly massaging the insides of my legs.

"Astarion," I breathe, my voice barely audible over my own gasps and moans. "I need more."

He looks up at me, his eyes filled with passion and hunger. His lips curl into a smirk.

"How do we ask?" he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

With a wicked grin, Astarion lowers his head again, his lips brushing against me, tasting me, teasing me. I shiver with anticipation, my body responding to his every touch. I grip the dirt beneath me, as my heart pounds hard in my chest.

"P-please" I cry out.

Astarion's lips curve into a smirk at my plea, his fingers trailing down my thighs as he continues to kiss and nip at my skin, but not where I want him most. "Please what, my dear?" he asks in a low voice, his breath hot against my skin.

I bite my lip, trying to catch my breath as I struggle to form coherent words. "I...I want..." I stammer.

And then, he thrusts two fingers inside me. I cry out, my body jerking in response. Astarion's fingers move in and out of me, his thumb pressing against my clit in a slow, rhythmic motion.

"You meant this, right?" He asks, his voice low and husky. I can only bring my hands to his hair and give it a sharp tug in response. At this, Astarion lets out a low groan, his mouth working harder. His fingers continue to move inside me, his pace increasing as my body responds to his touch. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my mind consumed with nothing but pleasure.

I arch my back, pressing myself against him, wanting more of him. Astarion's free hand moves up to cup my breast, teasingly pulling at my nipple and squeezing it as he continues to thrust his fingers inside of me. The combination of sensations is almost too much for me to handle, my head going dizzy and vision blurry. I can feel him everywhere.

"Please," I beg again, my voice hoarse with desire.

Astarion pulls his fingers out of me and I whimper at the loss of contact. But before I can protest, he guides me into a sitting position and kneels in front of me, slowly getting out of his clothes. I take my time to admire his lithe body, the planes of the muscles decorating his chest and stomach. He gazes up at me with darkening eyes before leaning in to kiss me passionately.

His hands roam over my body while our tongues dance together in a heated frenzy. I can taste myself on his lips and it only adds to the intensity of the moment.

He pulls me into his lap, and when I lower my gaze, I see that I wasn't the only one affected by his ministrations. His arousal is evident against my thigh, and a shiver runs through me at the thought of what's to come.

My hands glide over his strong shoulders, running to his back, feeling the ripple of his muscles and the scars beneath his skin as he continues to explore every inch of my body. His breath hitches, latching his mouth to my neck and sucking hard. Then, he reaches my breasts, taking one of them into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the hardened nipple while massaging the other with his hand. I moan loudly at the sensation, arching my back to offer more of myself to him. Astarion's hand travels down my stomach and between my legs as he continues to suck and tease at my hardened nub. His fingers trace over my folds before delving inside once more.

I gasp at the feeling, pleasure coursing through me as he sets a steady pace with his fingers. His mouth now moves to my other breast, giving it just as much attention while still pleasuring me below. The combination is almost too much for me to handle and body trembles with ecstasy as Astarion brings me closer and closer to release.

But just when I think I can't take it anymore, he removes both his mouth and fingers from me. When I look back at him, his eyes are hooded with lust, and he has a devilish smile over his lips, showing his canines.

I whimper "Stop teasing".

Astarion chuckles at my plea, his eyes dark with desire. "But teasing you is so much fun," he says, his voice husky.

I pout at him, but deep down I know I am enjoying every moment of this game between us.

"Fine" he says finally "No more teasing", and he smirks again. Then he grabs my body effortlessly and turns me into his gravestone on my hands and knees. "Hold on tight, sweetheart," he commands with a mischievous glint in his eye. Goosebumps spread across my entire body, but I can't decipher if they are from excitement or fear. As I place my hands on the tomb, I feel the coolness of the stone against my skin, it's rough edges. I lay my eyes on the new carvings, the name in it, a bittersweet irony washes over me as I realize that this place, where he took his last breath, is now a site of new beginnings and life, and the profanation of his tomb doing nothing but stir me on.

I feel him position himself behind me, his hands roughly grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him. The tip of his erection presses against my entrance, and I can't help but shiver in anticipation.

I feel him leaning above my body "Are you ready?" he whispers in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes," I breathe, my voice barely audible. I'm still trembling with desire, but I'm ready for him.

With one swift movement, Astarion thrusts inside me, filling me completely. My breath catches in my throat as he fills me with his thickness, and I moan out loud in pleasure and pain. He pulls out almost all the way, then thrusts back in, deep and hard. My hands grip onto the gravestone, my nails digging into it as I try to hold on to something, anything, to ground myself.

"Harder," I plead, my voice shaky.

Astarion obliges, his thrusts becoming faster and harder.

"You like that, don't you?" He groans.

I can feel every inch of him inside me, stretching me and filling me completely. Astarion's hands move from my hips to my breasts, squeezing and massaging them roughly. I arch my back, pushing myself against him as he hits just the right spot inside me and I whine loudly. Astarion's pace starts to become erratic, his breathing heavy against my neck. His hand reaches between my legs again, massaging my clit as he continues to thrust inside me like crazy. The combination is mind-blowing and I can feel myself feeling so close to ecstasy. By now, I'm sure I am drooling over the ground beneath, but I can't bring myself to care.

"Come for me," Astarion growls, his voice low and commanding.

With his words pushing me over the edge, I explode in a wave of pleasure, screaming his name as I ride out my orgasm. Wave after wave of  pleasure courses through my body, making me shake like crazy, and I know if I wasn't grabbing the stone, I would be on the floor by now.  Astarion's hands are caressing my back as I come down from my high, and I feel him hard inside of me still. For a second, I think this is going to be it, but Astarion isn't finished yet. He eases himself out of me, his touch gentle as he lays my body down on the cool dirt beneath us. His lips meet mine once again, but this time the urgency is mixed with tenderness and a hint of vulnerability. Astarion pulls away slightly, his breath ragged as he stares into my eyes, his while curls tickling my face.

"You're mine," he growls, his voice barely a whisper.

I look into his eyes, filled with love and passion, and I know without a doubt that I am his. I smile up at him, reaching to stroke his face.

"Yes, I am" I say, my voice just as soft.

He slowly pushes inside me once more, grunting and keeping our eyes locked. My body is sensitive after my first orgasm, and I let out a hiss in response.

"Say it" he grunts "say that you are mine".

My breath catches as Astarion continues to thrusts into me, the overwhelming sensations of pleasure overcoming any lingering sense of sensitivity.

"I am yours," I pant, my voice filled with devotion and longing. A slow smile spreads across Astarion's face, and he leans down to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. He then lowers his mouth and sucks hard on the skin below my ear, and I know I will arrive bruised at the camp. The thought of our companions knowing should ashame me, but it only excites me. Being marked as his.

"Mine" he repeats, and with a feral growl, Astarion thrusts into me with renewed vigor.

My body responds, arching and undulating beneath him, my nails dig deep into the flesh of his back, marking him as mine as well. He grabs my hands, intertwining our fingers as we move together in perfect harmony. His movements become slow and deliberate, the moment turned intimate.

"I love you," I whisper, my voice hoarse from the intensity of everything.

Astarion's eyes lock onto mine, and I see the depth of his love and devotion for me there. "I love you, too," he says. Astarion's movements become more desperate as he chases his own release, but never breaking eye contact with me, like he wanted to memorize every detail of my face, to etch it into his memory forever.

As he feels himself nearing his climax, he reaches down and grabs the back of my thighs, pulling me even closer to him and teasing where our bodies are connected. The sensation of his rough hands on my skin sends hard shivers of pleasure up my spine.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice gruff with desire. "Look at your master".

The word makes something primal awakens in me, leaving me dizzy with desire, as I look up to meet his gaze. Astarion's eyes are locked onto mine as he drives himself deeper inside me, our bodies rhythmically colliding with a loud smacking noise that fills the silence of the graveyard.

"I love you," he groans once again, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

I can feel my own climax building, my body responding to his every thrust. The sensation of being filled by Astarion, knowing that he is mine and I am his, is unlike anything else in the world.

"Come for me, darling," he groans, his eyes never leaving mine.

With one final push, I feel myself shattering into a thousand pieces, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave. I cry out his name, my voice echoing through the ancient ruins around us. Astarion's own climax hits him like a freight train, his body convulsing as he pours himself into me. I feel his seed filling me, and a wave of warmth washes my body as I revel in the sensation.

For a moment, I simply lay there, basking in the afterglow and the feel of his sweaty body pressed against mine. Then, slowly, I gently run my fingers through his hair, smiling tenderly at him. He trails soft kisses over my shoulder, leaving goosebumps over my skin.

"I'm yours," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Forever."

Astarion shows a delighted smile that radiated from deep within him, and he pulls me close.

"Thank you" He whispers hoarsely.

I furrow my brows and look up at him. "What for?"

He looks down, and I think I see a hint of embarrassment color his cheeks "For being with me, despite everything." he says "For loving me even if I'm nothing more than a spawn"

I give a soft kiss to the skin below his throat "I don't love you for your power, Astarion" I say softly "or your beauty or your abilities. I love you for you, because you deserve to be loved"

He seems to get a little emotional at that, but only holds me closer to his body and keeps caressing my back.

After a few minutes in comfortable silence, he leans down and whispers in my ear, breath warm against my skin. "I didn't know you could be so obedient"

I turn my head to look at him, a mischievous smile forming on my lips. "I didn't know you liked me being obedient," I reply, teasingly.

Astarion chuckles and pulls back slightly to look me in the eyes. "Oh, sweetheart," he says with a smirk. "There are so many things you don't know about me."

Without warning, Astarion pulls out of me slowly, and with a satisfied grin, he helps me to sit up and leans in to kiss me tenderly.

"As much as I enjoyed this new begginings graveyard fretting, this place is giving me the creeps" He says, looking around at the dark and eerie background. "Let's go home”

We gather our clothes and begin to dress, but not before we take a moment to relish in the warmth and safety that we found in each other. As we walk away from the ancient ruins, hand in hand, we can't help but smile and think to ourselves that maybe, just maybe, we found more than just a new beginning in the depths of that old, dark place.

[askinkiskarma]

ok so what about like an enemies with benefits type of thing with neteyam and they’re so mean to eachother but in the height of it all he’s holding her close and praising her. idk this probably don’t make sense

ok this took me a while, but I enjoyed doing this. hope you enjoy, too, anonnie x

Thoroughly recommend you play this for the full effect (thank you @karma-is-a-cat-purringinmylap for the flawless music taste and ability to match music to text, ily)

wc: 760 words

“If I have to use my radio to tell you off one more time, neither of you are allowed on a mission for a month, do I make myself clear?”

The voice of the Olo’eyktan pierced through the silence in his family’s tent, his angry snd stiff demeanour not one to be trifled with, even on the best day. Today wasn’t one of those days. Your last mission almost went to shit, and if you were being honest with yourself, it was all because of you.

Well. Because of you and likely the world’s most frustrating, annoying, stupid, antagonistic man the world has ever had the misfortune of hosting in its midst. You hated Neteyam. There were certain privileges that came with being the son of the chieftain, the Omatikaya prince, and he made sure to take advantage of just about every one of them. He was cocky and arrogant, and he loved to push your buttons. So many buttons, it was like one of those little machines residing behind the Toruk Makto that the Sky People used to make symbols appear on the screen, and he was proficient at pushing the right combination to make you want to commit violent acts or reckless actions that he knew would get you into trouble.

You were a warrior. Not just any warrior, you were a great warrior. So great, in fact, people were saying you were for sure the next Neytiri, bound to achieve great things, bound to be a key player in the upcoming war with the Sky People.

Neteyam was also a warrior. Not just any warrior, he was a great warrior. So great, in fact, people were already excited for the prospect of him being Olo’eyktan one day, praising his calm, collected demeanour, his incredible hunting skills that were only second to his own father, his outstanding bow work and leadership instincts.

You two have competed your whole lives. For the title of best warrior. For supremacy. For finally settling who was the better one between the two. No one else cared, no one else thought it was important who was on top, as it wasn't a competition to begin with. The more, the merrier, right? Well, that's not how it worked with you two. His pride was wounded every time you were better than him at anything, and your pride was wounded every time he acted like it was somehow unexpected that you were.

He was a better hunter, but you were a better rider. He was better at making beaded necklaces, but you were a better alchemist. He was better with a machine gun, you were better with a sniper. But perhaps the toughest call to make when it came to your competition was when you were fucking each other. You both took great pleasure in making each other come undone, and you took even greater pleasure in rubbing the other's nose in it.

"I made you come in like 20 seconds, that has to be some sort of record."

"You have got to be kidding. You forget that you could barely contain yourself when I was riding you the other day. I didn't realise you can make such pretty, girly sounds, Neteyam."

That was your life, and today, it was no different. Loud moans were slipping past your plush, reddened lips in a saccadic burst of sound that you couldn't help exhale, no matter how much you were trying to. In truth, the man was a god at fucking you. He knew you so well, he knew your body like he's spent his whole life learning it, his whole life studying it. Still, you wanted to spite him, wanted to be quiet, wanted to not seem weak to him, give him another reason to be cocky, another reason to tease and antagonise you at a drop of a hat. But as he rutted into you at a pace that made you see stars, rubbing your clit in the way that made you dizzy, kissing your neck in the way that almost made you forget you hated him, he knew you were putty under his touch, and you couldn't find it in you to care.

"Neteyam, I -"

"I know, baby. You're doing so well for me. Such a good girl on my cock. Come, pretty girl. Come for me, I want to feel you milk me dry."

You came on command at his words, at his praise, that you never thought you'd ever want, but now were wondering how you're going to live without.

[bird-inacage]

Love in the Air: Give & Take VS Give & Receive

You best believe I wrote a meta around Sky/Prapai’s Episode 12 uncut NC scene. That’s the reality we’re operating in folks. So saddle up. Episode 8′s initial collision between Sky and Prapai is the epitome of Give and Take.

Prapai proposes that Sky ‘give’ him something in return for helping him. Sky very pointedly responds with, “just take what you want”, which carries an implied ‘(I dare you)’ in that rebuttal. It’s the resigned surrender of someone accustomed to others doing just that, with little concern over his wellbeing. There’s an air of ‘Fine, ruin me for all I care. If that’s how you want to play, then do your worst.’

Episode 8′s love scene revolved around Sky trying to pleasure Prapai, because that was the condition he was trying to meet. When you give and give till you’re running on empty, you can almost convince yourself you don’t care anymore. You flirt with self-destructive behaviour because you think you’re numb. Sky does this with evident reluctancy because he hates how much he does care.

Once Prapai falls in love with Sky, he no longer wishes to see Sky fall prey to this type of mentality. Sky telling him ‘he gives in’ is not the reaction Prapai necessarily wants. Because doing so would only make him feel like he’s taking advantage. What Prapai seeks is a mutual, reciprocal relationship with Sky. An equal relationship. He reiterates this by saying ‘just because I do x, y and z, doesn’t mean I expect sex in return’. Prapai is not okay with receiving if it means Sky always has to give. Sky’s tendency for self-sacrifice doesn’t sit well with him.

Fast forward to Episode 12, Sky declares “I’m yours. All yours.” and its embroiled in devotion and rapture. Instead of being resigned to his fate, he’s actively choosing his surrender to Prapai. Rarely do we see Sky make such an open admission such as this. Rather than ‘I’m giving myself to you because I see no other option’, this is ‘I’m giving myself to you because it’s my chosen option’. The implication is anything you take from me is warranted. I’m giving you the go ahead to do so.

Even in Episode 11′s love scene, Sky uses the words “please shut up and take me”. He’s still trying to downplay the gravity of what it means when someone does this. ‘Just take me already, stop being so considerate and sentimental. It’s no big deal’. Sky still believes he has to be willing for his partner to take in order to secure their affection, and be seemingly nonchalant about it. It’s all he knows.

How Prapai chooses to respond to Sky in Episode 12′s uncut scene is what makes it so important. Instead of just ‘taking him’ up on his offer, Prapai decides to give back in a different way. To reply to Sky’s admission with: ‘if you’re putting yourself fully in my hands, then I will take care of you. I’ll do more than just take care of you, I’ll cherish and worship you.’ It’s no longer about one taking and another giving. Prapai grants Sky full permission to receive. If you give, I give. If I receive, so do you.

Oral is an act of service. You’re prioritising someone else’s pleasure before your own. When Sky realises this is what Prapai intends to do, he reacts with complete giddiness, sweetly stunned by this gesture. The notion that someone would put him first is clearly unfamiliar and unexpected. We can safely assume that all Gun ever did was take what he wanted, how he wanted.

For Sky, it was never about him, even during the highest act of intimacy. So for Prapai to make a point of doing so, to put Sky’s pleasure first and providing clear indication that ‘It’s okay, I want to do this for you’ is a huge act of love where Sky is concerned.

What’s even better when compared to Episode 8 is that Prapai gazes up at Sky lovingly before he goes in. When Sky did it, it felt very detached, he was performing based on what he thought Prapai probably wanted or expected of him during their one night stand. This is a silent declaration from Prapai of ‘this is how I want to treat you, this is what you deserve, I’m prioritising you’.

The difference between taking and receiving is assertion. Taking implies acting on what you want, upon your own desire. Whereas receiving is allowing someone to offer it to you. It signifies patience. Selflessness. It allows for generosity. It says I’ll be grateful for whatever you offer me, but I’m not demanding it. I’m letting you decide how, what and when.

It matters immensely to Sky to feel in control; to feel he has agency and choice. That’s the ultimate act of giving, is allowing the receiver to decide if they want to return the gesture without expecting them to do so. It’ll mean even more if they do.

[delusionalfanficwriter]

high

I stumbled onto the practice field, my legs feeling strangely unsteady. My teammates were already engaged in their warm-up drills, but I found myself swaying, unable to focus. Everything around me seemed to shimmer and twist, as if I were seeing the world through a funhouse mirror.

The grass beneath my cleats felt impossibly soft, like I was treading on a plush carpet. The sky above was a breathtaking swirl of colors, vibrant and surreal. Even the soccer ball I held seemed to morph and ripple in my hands, making it difficult to keep my grip.

Tobin, noticing my bewildered actions, approached me, her brow furrowed in concern, her voice laced with confusion. "Y/N, are you okay?"

I tried to answer, but all that escaped my lips were giggles, uncontrollable and strange. Laughter bubbled up from deep within me, and I couldn't stop myself from finding the simplest things uproarious.

"I'm great, Tobin!" I managed to say between fits of giggles. "Everything is just... so... funny!"

My teammates, in the midst of their drills, exchanged bewildered glances as well. Coach Vlatko, his patience wearing thin, joined the group, eyeing me with a mixture of puzzlement and irritation.

As the laughter faded, I was left with a haunting realization. The innocent-looking brownie I had grabbed from the kitchen before practice held something far more potent than I had ever expected. I’m going to kill Mal for bringing them back from UCLA. She probably did it to share with some people from the team but come on.

The euphoria began to recede, and a cold shiver of panic gripped me. It started as a gnawing doubt that intensified with each passing moment. My family had a history of drug addiction, and I had always been cautious about avoiding any substances that could lead me down that dark path. Panic rushed in like a tidal wave, tightening my chest and making my head spin.

“Oh my God. I am high. Tobin. I am high. I -I can’t be-e. Tobin, this is bad. I don’t do drugs,” I spiral in my thoughts and ramble.

Tobin noticed my distress quickly, her concern deepening. She leaned in close, her voice a hushed whisper. "Y/N, we can't let Coach Vlatko know what's going on. It could jeopardize your spot on the team. Just hold it together for a few minutes. Take deep breaths."

I nodded, my eyes wide with fear. I couldn't afford to let this mistake cost me my place on the USWNT.

Tobin quickly thought on her feet, turning to Kelley O'Hara, "Kelley, Y/N isn't feeling well. I think it's best if we say she's sick and needs to sit out. Can you help her back to the locker room and make sure she's okay?"

Kelley, always a team player, nodded without hesitation. "Of course, Tobin. I'll take care of her."

As Kelley led me away from the field, the amused expressions and hushed laughter of my teammates lingered in the background. My attempt at humor had spiraled into a bizarre mishap, but Tobin's quick thinking had shielded me from the prying eyes of Coach Vlatko, at least for now.

Kelley guided me into the locker room, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. She closed the door behind us, and I sank onto one of the benches, my head still spinning from the unexpected high.

"Y/N," Kelley said gently, "are you alright?"

I tried to focus on her face, but it felt like her features were swimming in front of me. "I messed up, Kelley. I didn't know that brownie was... you know...I’m high… I’m panicking… I don’t want to be high."

She nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "It happens to the best of us. Let's get you settled and comfortable."

Kelley helped me lie down on one of the benches, arranging my jacket as a makeshift blanket. The locker room lights seemed too bright, and the sounds of the outside world echoed in my ears as if they were amplified a thousand times.

As I lay there, Kelley sat down next to me, her presence a comforting anchor in my disorienting reality. She started talking softly, sharing stories from our time on the team, hoping to distract me from the effects of the brownie.

With each passing moment, my racing thoughts began to slow down, and my panic ebbed away. Kelley's soothing words and calm demeanor worked their magic. I started to feel more at ease, more in control.

Eventually, Kelley noticed that my eyelids were growing heavy. "Y/N, it might be a good idea for you to get some rest. Sleep can help you come down from this."

I nodded, my energy sapped from the whirlwind of emotions and sensations. Kelley adjusted the bench to make it more comfortable before pushing the makeshift pillow onto her lap so my head laid on her thigh. 

"Close your eyes," she whispered, "and try to relax. I'll stay here with you until you fall asleep."

I followed her instructions, my eyelids drooping. The locker room's harsh lights softened into a warm, comforting glow. Kelley's presence beside me became a lifeline, and I slowly drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.

As I slept, my dreams were filled with the surreal images and sensations of the day, but they were no longer frightening or disorienting. With Kelley by my side, I felt safe, and I knew that when I woke up, I would be better. 

... ... ... ... ... ... ...

I stirred from my slumber, feeling groggy and disoriented. The locker room's familiar surroundings slowly came into focus, and I realized that I must have dozed off. The last thing I remembered was Kelley's comforting presence and her soothing words.

As I tried to sit up, I found my limbs heavy and uncooperative. I let out a soft groan, prompting Kelley, who had been sitting beside me, to turn her attention towards me.

"Hey there," Kelley said with a warm smile. "How are you feeling?"

I blinked at her, still feeling a bit dazed. "Better, I think. Thanks for being here, Kelley."

She reached out and gently ran her fingers through my hair, her touch incredibly soothing. "You're welcome, Y/N. You had quite the adventure today."

I chuckled weakly, remembering the unexpected turn of events. "Tell me about it."

Kelley helped me sit up slowly, her strong arms supporting me. "We need to get you to the bus, Y/N. The team is heading back, and I don't want you to be left behind."

I nodded, feeling a bit unsteady on my feet. Kelley scooped me up in her arms effortlessly, cradling me against her chest. I couldn't help but snuggle into her, feeling safe and protected.

As she carried me towards the bus, I nestled my head against her shoulder, breathing in her familiar scent. Her heartbeat, strong and steady, reverberated through her chest, lulling me into a sense of security.

Kelley settled me into one of the seats, wrapping a warm blanket around me.

"Get some more rest," she whispered, her voice a gentle murmur. "I'll be right here."

I closed my eyes once more, the rhythmic hum of the bus's engine and the gentle sway of the ride lulling me back into slumber. Kelley's presence beside me was like a warm cocoon, and as I drifted off, I couldn't help but smile. 

As I snuggled into Kelley's arms on the bus, my groggy state preventing me from full awareness, I could sense the curious glances and quiet chuckles from my teammates. The locker room had been an intimate setting, and now, the bus ride was proving to be equally revealing.

Alex Morgan, sitting a few rows ahead, turned to look at us with an amused grin. "Well, well, well, looks like someone had an eventful morning."

Kelley shot her a playful glare, her voice hushed but teasing. "Mind your own business, Alex."

A chorus of laughter erupted from my teammates, the camaraderie evident in their good-natured ribbing. I couldn't help but blush, my drowsy state making me more susceptible to their teasing.

Christen Press, sitting across the aisle, leaned over to give me a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry, Y/N. We've all had our moments."

Julie Ertz, sitting next to Christen, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and at least you have Kelley here to take care of you."

I glanced up at Kelley, who had been patiently enduring the banter, and offered her a grateful smile. She returned it with a warm one of her own, her eyes filled with genuine affection.

[teyamloving12]

Sub neteyam pleaseeeeee 🙏

Mighty Warrior has gone soft

Warning: NSFW content, bondage, oral ( f receiving), sub!Neteyam(19), dom!reader (21), tit worship, inexperienced!Neteyam

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Many thought you were fierce, a challenge, some even said you were like your late uncle, Tsu'tey, that passed a few years back. You submitted to no one or showed them mercy, for a challenge is a challenge.

Even though you were 2 years older than Neteyam, he always found you attractive in everything you do. Unlike girls his age, you were tough and dangerous while they are begging for his attention like whores.

"Neteyam get your act together!", you shouted from your ikran above him. "Yes ma'am, I'm sorry!", he responded. You smirked. Young boys were always so fun to tease and Neteyam might act like he was tough but deep down inside you knew if you told him to kneel before you, he would.

For a so called mighty warrior, he was easy to persuade or maybe he would just do anything for you.

You finally finished patrolling the sky with Neteyam who has been shamelessly looking at you on the way back. Tuk ran you to Neteyam and hugged him. You couldn't help but smile, after all she is a cutie. She jumped in your arms, you spins her around causing her to Tuk. " Well hello there, Angel. Could wait to see me, huh?", you said chuckling. "How was the patrol? Was it fun? Can I come with you guys tomorrow?", you smiled at the little girl and placed her on her feet. " One day I will when you are old enough.", you ruffle her braids which immediately caused her to pout and ran to her mother who was calling her.

You quickly turned to Neteyam and changed your demeanor. "What the fuck was that out there, huh? ", you shouted as you pulled into your tent to patch him up. He looked at the ground, ashamed of himself. He never wanted to disappoint you. You were the perfect definition of how he wanted to be but your beauty distracts him. Your harshness towards him made him horny. He would jerk off thinking of you dominating him and give him many praises of what a good boy he was. He knew it was wrong because you were probably not into young boys and you were older than him by 2 years.

He was envious of the older guys and how they always surround you. He was jealous of that fact you allowed them to touch anywhere they please while if he inhaled around you, he would be scolded. He was Neteyam, son of Toruk Makto and yet, you still pushed him away.

He watched as you mixed an ointment made of leaves, grinding it aggressively. "I do not wish for you to feel like nothing, Neteyam.", you said breaking the silence. He sat beside you in salience. "I dont wish for the sky people to take another person's life, especially the ones I care about.", his ears perked up immediately. You cared about him. That made his poor little heart flutter. He glanced at you lovingly.

"The Sky people killed my uncle, he was the definition of a mighty warrior made by Eywa.", you continued. " Tsu'tey, my father never stop talking about him.", Neteyam said. You smiled mournfully at him looking at the paste you finally finished. You sighed loudly, staring at Neteyam for a while.

" Lay in my lap so I can apply the ointment.", you say plainly. His eyes widened instantly. "W-wait I should what? No it is f-fine I can do it myself!", he rambled on and on and stop after seeing you glaring at him. He immediately dropped to his knees and laid your head on your thighs. Your breasts blocked his view out of your stoic yet beautiful face. They were so full and were begging to be praised and sucked on. He stop staring after hearing you chuckle.

"What's wrong?", he asked as if he wasn't started at you inappropriately. " You've been staring at them all day, Neteyam.", you said suggestively while the Sully boy still in your lap. Neteyam froze. You noticed, you probably were going to tell his entire family and the village, he would be exiled, Toruk Makto's son or not.

"Is this blocking your view, sweet boy?", you asked fiddling with your top. Neteyam nods shyly. You smiled as pull your top revealing your breasts.

Neteyam immediately attacks at them suckling on them like a hungry newborn. He licked your sensitive nipple causing you to moan. "Good boy Neteyam! I love it when you actually listen.", you praised him causing him to suck it harder than before.

"Mama your breasts are so beautiful, wanna suck on them forever!", he said. You pulled your nipple out of his mouth, causing him whine. You got up to grab some rope. Neteyam looked confused. What were you going to do with the rope?

" Don't cum until mama tells you so, okay baby?", he nods his head trying to suppress the moans from you stroking his cock roughly. His dick was twitching. He thrusted his hips into your hands as you rub the sensitive tip. And then you suddenly remember, Neteyam was pure. He was a virgin. For an inexperienced boy, he sure knew how to please a woman.

You sit on his lap, grinding on his hard-on as you tied his arms to your bedpost while he comfortably laid on the bed. "What is this for? Did I do something? I've been a good boy, right?", he questioned. "Don't question mama. And no! You have NOT been a good boy. You almost got yourself killed today so I punish you.", he looks afraid and pitiful. He sat on his face, he buried his tongue inside you and gave your puffy clit kitten licks. You grabbed your aching cock making him flinch.

"Mama please make me cum, I beg You!", you laughed hearing the mighty warrior begging. "Mommy please stroke it harder! I am so sensitive! Please Mama, let me cum!", he continued to beg. "Go on. Cum for Me .", as you said so, his jizz squirted all over your hand and your back. "Did I do good Mama?I am better than the other guys, right?

"Yes that is right. But I can't tell them the mighty warrior has gotten soft, now can I?", you replied. Neteyam shakes his head. You crawled down to his cock and give the tip a kiss.

"Be a good boy and Mama will reward you well."

[eliotlime]

End of October Update

There's got to be a less clunky way for me to title these things but maybe I'll figure it out after a few posts.

Anyway at the top of the order I want to say that uh... the Abacelsus zine is not happening by halloween unforch.. I just started school part-time and it being part-time is still kicking my ass! So tentative release date will be on 11th November unless something else happens....

On the plus side I'm done with the cover so all that's left is the back page and cramming all 24 pages full of drawings 👍

-> As I've said at the end of my previous post I want to make more blog style posts so here's me trying to do that, more under the cut

🔐Abacelsus Zine

I'm still deciding on whether i want to print it A5 or B5 but I'm leaning towards A5, though for the digital release it doesn't really matter lol

As mentioned, I'm done with the main cover so I just need to fill this entire thing with stuff, I said 24 pages but really the total page count is 30. I'm just not counting the cover and the blurb stuff.

I'm half taking a break with this at the risk of burning myself out and half paralysed with starting it. Plus I've kind of been more into Axl & I-no hilariously but I'll always love A.B.A. I think the lack of any real info really lends her well to interpretation which is always fun.

I've never really been one to engage in fandom so I'm probably going to be doing my own thing. That being said if anyone has any suggestions feel free to drop them in my strawpage or ask box :)

🥤 Strawpage & General Socials

The bugs make my pages so decorative, I gotta draw more bugstyle guys.

Speaking of strawpage, I made one of those! It was really fun, I have a short OC info tab with descriptions of some of my main guys. I'd love for you to check it out.

This kind of acts as my ask box for twitter since there's not one there and apparently it's basically my main social media site these days so I'm just mirroring my experience here over there too.

Hilarious timing considering that it's basically collapsing on itself once again, I'll probably still be on that damn site until it implodes but I also have a Bluesky account for those that care about it.

The sky follower bridge extension is really useful for bulk following people from twitter to bsky

I'd love to post there more but there's not a queue function and that's very important to me as someone who is not American and lazy to remember optimal timings.

Did you see? I also have a new pinned for this blog! Wanted to make a new one for a while now, always thought the old one was so freaking long. All the old info is still on my about and faq page though I don't know who actually looks at those.. a relic from years past..

☹ School

Sigh, like I mentioned earlier I'm doing school again! At my big age, but I'm having fun so far! It's part-time but it's still kicking my fucking ass! It's the main reason why I'm a little disoriented this month honestly.

Do you like it? I spent an entire Sunday making my class miro board look niceys and then proceeded to get nauseous from cybersickness afterwards LOL

I'm doing a UI/UX course and I have to say the funnest part about it is making personas, it's like making OCs. Don't particularly like writing though.. but also that's a lie considering the numerous amount of paragraphs in this blog post alone haha

🎁 Merch

I've also gotten confirmation that I'll be boothing again next year in Febuary! So I gotta start locking into making more stickers and general merch. I say this a lot but I do need to look into opening an online store because I just have tonnes of stickers and stuff lying around waiting till the next time I do a convention which is kind of a shame.

Oh, but I will say that if you are from Singapore and would like anything from my previous convention catalogue feel free to shoot me a DM on instagram and I can mail it to you locally, shipping's $2 SGD.

➰Closing Thoughts

All in all, been kind of busy this month with school and various loose threads from September but overall I think I'm doing better! I've also been cooking lately and truthfully that's my biggest achievement this month haha, been also getting really into canned fish. Yummy!

Oh and a last thing is that I've been itching to animate again so I'll end this post with a WIP of a gif I did last night/morning. I almost always never finish my animations but here's hoping this one actually makes it to the colouring stage haha

No prizes to anyone who can guess who these two because of course.

Thank you for reading! I know I can't expect everything to be done in a single month but I just wish I could do everything without getting tired or cybersick! If you'd like to support me, here's my ko-fi page and my itchi.io & gumroad as well.

If you have any questions or just generally want to talk to me, my DMs and askbox is always open! Any professional enquires can be sent towards my email as well: eliotlime@gmail.com

XOXO, Stay weird!

-Eliot :)