#anyway do watch it!! lmk if you watch it!! my messages are extremely open!! i love utena!!

[batsplat]

holgieee... *head in hands* i don't have anything to contribute but i remember the brief period when he was considered a better prospect than sinner (remember when he won paris masters by beating 50 billion top 10 players? was it 2022? rlly feels like it happened 50 yrs ago... anyways and then he made 2 masters finals back to back(?) like crazy stuff rlly) and ofc there was the also just as briefly the whole new big 3 marketing thing w/ him, alcaraz and sinner because this sport has an unhealthy obsession w/ the number 3 for whatever reason. And ofc as the easily influenced person i am i was fully convinced by the marketing, like this is the future + i can't end up hating all the dominating players like i did w/ the actual big 3 so i shld invest!! then ofc i invested in the flop one... oops. joining u in the failed glory hunter box ig.

also random unrelated dasha fan anecdote but i remember i was trying to defend her play-style once (unfortunately a common occurrence) and somehow at one point one of my arguments was smthing like well maybe some of us enjoy watching double faults at 130 km/h.. anyways love my double fault king and queen.

anyways as always i love your tennis posts (and motogp posts too ofc) so much because sometimes i'm srsly like why do i watch tennis? like watching sports is a choice! its supposed to fun! so why am i constantly screaming, crying throwing up over tennis when i cld just stick to recreationally playing it poorly and have a much less stressful time? but reading your posts about the uniqueness of tennis as a sport, the rivalries, the psychological drama of it all im just like yeah.. yeah! thats why i choose to watch tennis and suffer. anyways all this is to say is although i ofc love all your posts (reading ur revolutionary girl utena posts, nodding and being like i rlly need to start that show... its been on my to watch list for yrs but my inability to start a new show-itis also hit at arnd the same time soo oops.. but also ur posts abt it are so good and i rlly need to get arnd to watching it..), i get especially excited when i see a tennis post because the way you can somehow eloquently put all the feelings i have abt it into words, so much so i just start nodding like a bobblehead every time i read one of them.

anyways this was supposed to be a short holger commiseration ask, idk how it got so wordy... srry abt that lol

no no pls never apologise. apart from anything else idt I could ever reasonably accuse anyone else of being wordy

yeah that 2022 paris run was life changing... I need to go back and watch some of the matches actually, the wawrinka win was deeply deeply satisfying and yeah then all the top ten wins... the djokovic match in particular. incredible. just felt like until around 2023 rg he had all the momentum going his way. I've actually been a long time sinner believer in that I always thought he'd Make It, which unfortunately is a belief that has aged extremely well. with rune I just kinda looked at the game and figured that besides a nasty cramping habit, it was kind of too good to not come off? I kinda feel like with many of the nextgen players who have ended up not being what they were billed as, you can point to something quite firm that's just *off* about their game. zverev for instance you kinda knew even around 2019-20-ish that the forehand really wasn't what it was supposed to be... I just think with men's tennis unfortunately it's so optimised by now that if you have any major technical deficiency, it will come to get you. obviously there's still variance with the playstyles at the top but you kinda need your bread and butter stuff - forehand has to be a weapon (zverev), backhand can't be a major weakness (berrettini, faa, tsitsipas), serve needs to be giving you enough free points and the second serve can't be a liability (rublev), and quite frankly your return has to be elite (all of the above bar zverev). also your movement needs to not suck (fritz). obviously medvedev is in a bit of a weird zone on his own where he's arguably Made It but also not made it in that way, and you could say that he himself falls short in several of these categories... but that was always his magic, right

and my thing is with rune I STILL think he does have all the fundamentals in place. there's nothing *technically* off about the serve or return, the backhand's a thing of beauty and the forehand... well, it's not bad enough you feel that it should be terminal. in 2022 and early 2023, it felt like he had so much to his game that if anything he had too many options and hadn't really figured out what kind of player he needed to be to win. I still remember that rome 2023 final with med so clearly where you could see quite visibly and drastically how he completely reshuffled his playstyle every few games upon receiving coaching - and it was such a radical shift that it must have been really tricky to play against. and he was getting a lot out of his tactics to just hang in points for as long as he could!! especially obviously against an opponent not renowned for generating his own pace, in particular on sluggish clay. that day, he didn't have the legs to fight it out... but it also still felt he had that Magic Touch about him. that ineffable factor that allows you to take all those top ten wins in a row in a masters, that odd extra something that makes it feel stupid to bet against a player until they're actually down and out. that belief you have with the big three or sinner/alcaraz that they just will find SOME way to win a match, even when they have no right to. and I suppose my belief in that should have already been fraying given he'd lost two tight matches to rublev at ao/monte carlo but. well. idk you could still blame the legs, still conclude it wasn't THAT consequential a loss

and he did have that magic touch!! him plus medvedev were basically the only show in town in men's tennis for the clay season pre-roland garros that year. rune's match against sinner at monte carlo (take me backkkk), that crazy one against bvdz in the munich final, the loss to foki in madrid with the 'personally I have nothing against the spanish people' thing, that crazy djokovic match in rome, the crazy ruud match, the medvedev match... idk there was just something so FUN about that, this guy who clearly is extremely talented but also an incredibly obnoxious brat who keeps getting involved in these stupid matches involving stupid drama... it was fantastic! ultimately the most depressing way you can look at it is that he's too interesting for current men's tennis. he's not got the discipline on the court and then he keeps having endless endless coaching drama off it... his head isn't on straight enough for this sport, and also he's not been treating his body well enough. unfortunately, this might just be the sport of the sinner's of this world... extremely disciplined, hard-working, unemotional, robotic. lacking in personality. not interested in much outside of the sport. no angst. quasi-disinterested, which is how I'd also describe myself with him at the top of the sport

anyway yeah! tennis! tbh I've massively disinvested myself in men's tennis since the start of the year - I actually think that sinner quote about sitting in the aeroplane back from ao and thinking about what he could have done better in the first two sets of the final kinda helped because it just definitively broke something in me - but obviously I'll never stop following it entirely. and women's tennis has been amazing for me this year because the girlies who could give me med-level anxiety have completely fallen off the radar with injuries, so I've just been able to enjoy the top level of the sport in like. a partisan way but not painfully heartbreakingly so. and I do think it's a special sport!! and I mean... thank god it's possible for players like dasha to actually have a high level career in wta tennis, like man what if I want to watch ultra-pushers without a serve do well. what then. it'll always be MY sport in the way nothing else is. I wish that the actual current sport, the current professional state of affairs, would give me more to work with... but in terms of raw potential, I really do think there's nothing that's quite like it. I wasn't ever planning on talking about tennis on here... I mean god knows, I wasn't even really planning on talking about motogp on here, one thing just sort of led to the other. I have like... extremely extensive notes and essentially essays in my notes about some of these things stretching years and years back, which at most have in the past been at times shared with friends or put in extremely condensed form on twitter. it's cool to have gotten a small audience with this stuff!! I'm a big believer in sport being Not That Serious but also kind of extremely serious and a fun and worthy subject of analysis. maybe one day I'll be able to dfw this stuff and shoehorn it into more serious work, or maybe I'll just continue putting it on tumblr dot com

[gladiatorcunt]

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♱ asks that pretend to know me irl or be one of my mutuals, i am paranoid and i will believe you. anything about drugs (other than weed) and mental health medication/anti psychotics unless i’m asking for advice. no selfship stuff unless you’re my mutual, (you can interact obviously i just don’t wanna be messaged about it too heavily). and no hate towards subliminals or reality shifting

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- gladiatorcunt 2023 ++ intro.

[bugrry]

take his breath away.

yeah its a cheesy title ik </3 anyway lets get into the smut <33

warnings: oral (m receiving), face-fucking, hair pulling, degradation, name calling, swearing, asthma, me being obsessed w the pet name “pup”

word count: 1,630

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You swore that Harry could probably hear how fast your heart was beating right now. Your hands were roaming each other’s bodies, running over the extremely familiar expanses of skin. You broke away from the heated kiss, looking down at his bare chest and running your fingers over his tattoos. 

He whined when you broke away, and you responded only by cupping his face. You leaned back in, and he closed his eyes in anticipation of a kiss, but you leaned past his lips and whispered into his ear.

“Can I do something for you tonight? Give you a treat?” 

He whimpered at your quiet question, and you saw his throat bob with a hard swallow, “What- what kind of treat?”

“Don’t act stupid, H. I think you know what I’m talking about.” You giggled, moving to run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

His eyes darkened, and an air of dominance returned to his being, “Maybe I do, but maybe I want you to tell me.” He said, his voice low and gravely. He brought his hands up from where they had previously been resting on your waist and moved up to grasp at your jaw. Your eyes widened at his near bruising grip, “Nevermind. I don’t want you to get to thinking that you’re the one in charge here. That never has been and never will be the case. Get on your fucking knees.” 

As he says this, he pushes you down to the ground by the grip he had on your jaw, and you land on the hardwood floor with a pained whimper. At hearing this, Harry’s eyes softened, and cupped your jaw gently to get you to look up at him.

“You’re okay, yeah? Do you need a pillow?” You shook your head, almost nuzzling your jaw into his palm. He smiled at this, “what’s our safeword?”

“Volkswagen.”

“And if your mouth is occupied?” You felt your core warm at his words, but you reached up to his thigh and gave it three taps with your fingertips. He nodded at you, and his eyes hardened once again. “Now be a good girl and pull me out.”

As you got to work unzipping his pants, you began to rub your thighs together in anticipation. You thought it was inconspicuous enough as to where Harry wouldn’t notice. Sadly, he did, and he pushed the tip of his boot in between your thighs. You whimpered at the direct contact to your clothed clit, but it was only momentary, as he used his boot to separate your thighs.

“You were going to try to get off just from taking my cock down your throat weren’t you? I shouldn’t have expected anything different from a slut like you, for fuck’s sake.” He returns his boot to your clit, pressing almost uncomfortably hard. “Only I get to get you off, do you hear me? This is my fucking cunt. You don’t touch it. Got it?” You nodded, but he merely tsked and shook his head. “Words, pup. Before I put that fucking mouth to some real use.”

“Yes- yes, I understand.” He merely raised an eyebrow, and you felt your breath hitch, “yes sir, yes sir, I understand.” 

“Good girl. Next time, catch yourself before you fuck up, alright, sweet girl?” He smiled softly, but there was nothing comforting about it. “Know you’re just a dumb little puppy, but I’m sure you can handle that, right?”

You nodded, and he removed his boot from between your thighs. You released the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. You returned to your work on his jeans, undoing the button, and with a hearty swallow, pulled the zipper down. His Calvin Klein boxers stared back at you, almost as if they were begging you to pull them down. You felt Harry wrap his hand around your hair, pulling it to that you were looking up at him.

“Any day now, baby. Thought you were desperate for it?” He said, tilting his head mockingly, furrowing his brows.

“I am, sir! I promise!” You said, not wanting to lose your chance to have him in your mouth.

“Are you? Then pull out my fucking cock.” He said, releasing your hair for a moment before pulling at it again, “Today, puppy.” He released your hair for a final time, and your scalp burned from his grip. You worked quickly to pull his cock out, not wanting to be chastised for it a second time.

The moment you’d pulled his aching cock from its restraints, Harry had let out a sigh of relief. You didn’t waste any time in wrapping your lips around the spongy head of his cock.You started out by sucking gently on it, but soon enough you removed your mouth from his tip. 

Before Harry had the chance to grumble about the loss of contact, you returned your lips to his cock, this time in the form of soft kisses down his shaft. You placed a kiss to each of his fern tattoos, and you heard him hum contentedly. You started kissing your way back up his shaft, and his hand returned to the back of your head. He wasn’t forcing anything, just as a comforting presence. Finally you wrapped your lips around his cock, sucking more urgently. At this, Harry let out a soft groan and moved to run his fingers through your hair.

Before he could, he felt your head move out of his grasp as you took almost all of him down your throat in one go. This time, Harry let out a choked groan and grabbed onto your hair for support.

He applied more pressure to the back of your head, pushing you down until your nose rested just above the base of his cock. You looked up at him with teary eyes and swallowed around his thick length. “Fuck--angel, I love nothing more than watching you cry on my cock. Keep going, puppy.” With this, he released your hair and let you go back to what you were doing. You begn to bob your head back and forth, and before long, you’ve reached your hand up to play with his balls.

During all of this, Harry was above you, whispering things like good girl and my perfect little slut. This only made you suck harder and faster, and soon enough you began to hear his breath grow heavy. 

After a few minutes of this, you took your mouth off of him, replacing your lips with your hand as you lean down to suck at his balls. 

“You’re such a good girl, you never forget the balls. I’ve taught you well, haven’t I?” You hummed in response, sending vibrations through Harry’s entire being, almost making him double over in pleasure. “Baby I- I’m close-- I’m so fucking close.”

You smiled, removing your mouth from his balls and placing it back on his tip. You brought your hand back down to replace where your mouth had been mere moments ago, and began to suck urgently at his cock once again. After a bit, you grew bored, and you take the hand the Harry had on the back of your head, and press it harder into your scalp.

He gets the message and begins pistoning his length in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. Harry was grunting and groaning, grumbling your name repeatedly. 

“Baby- puppy-- I’m gonna cum, where do you want me to cum?” In response, you removed Harry’s hand from the back of your head and held your lips at the base of his cock. You reach under his length and press on the space just behind his balls. With this, he lets out a wanton moan, and you moan at his pleasure. Finally, you feel his cum flood your mouth and you swallow it as quickly as you can. 

After what feels like an eternity, he stops cumming and you release your lips from his cock, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him you’d swallowed it all. He smiled, laughing tiredly before you heard him wheeze out a few breaths.

“Baby-” You noticed your voice was raw so you gave yourself a chance to swallow before trying to speak again, “baby, are you okay? What do you need?”

At this point, Harry was really struggling to breathe. He was pointing in the general area of his bag, and as much as your hips ached, you tried your best to make your way over to it as quickly as possible. You dug around in his bag for a few seconds before your fingers wrapped around the cool plastic you’d been looking for. You pulled it out and raced back to your panting boyfriend, who was now sat on the bed, hunched over, with his pants around his ankles. If you hadn’t been so worried at the moment, you may have giggled at him lightheartedly, but for now you were guiding his inhaler into his mouth and dispensing the medicine as your heart thumped in your ears.

Once you saw his muscles relax and heard his breathing clear up, you sighed and flopped back onto the bed. You let him catch his breath for a moment before speaking up.

“So…” you started, “was that because of me, or…” you trailed off, looking up and meeting his eyes, which were nowhere near as dark as they had been earlier, and nowhere near as panicked as they’d been seconds ago. 

Harry huffed out a weak laugh, and pulled your body close to him. 

“You’re lucky I almost passed out just a minute ago, because if I hadn’t, you’d be in for the longest night of your life, pup.”

...

 idk if i like the ending? lmk what you think besties ily

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[diffind0]

missed you

A/N: so here it is, a new smut concept I thought over the weekend. I wanted to thank all of you who read the last one! It means the world to me to see how everyone liked it. I'm glad to see everyone has a dirty mind like me lol.

This is not a sequel to High, but i'm working on that. (Thinking about making it a fluff? Lmk what you think!)

Okay, now go ahead and read! Please please please let me know what you think, what you think I can improve and if you liked it or not.

Bare in mind English is not my first language please :)

Summary: Tom has been away  in cleveland shooting Cherry with the Russo Brothers and it's really *excited* to come home and see you

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, female receiving, unprotected sex (Do not follow this example please, I imagned this as the reader and Tom being a couple for a long time, but that is not excuse to fuck without protection) some bad words and terrible grammar probably.

Enjoy!

Smut below the cut

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Six months.

That was how long you had been away from your boyfriend Tom. He had been away in Cleveland filming his new movie with the Russo Brothers,“Cherry” for half a year and, to say the least, him being away was driving you insane.

You missed him. A lot.

You missed seeing him first thing in the morning, and seeing him last thing at night. You missed him making you coffee in the morning, although he always complained about you not drinking tea as a true Brit. You missed the way he smelled right after a shower, or how his pillow would be covered in his scent after he left the house. You missed hearing him talk about golf, even though you didn’t really understand the sport all that well. You missed catching him singing to random tunes that came on the radio without him noticing, because he was mortified to sing in front of you. You missed his smile, and how his eyes glowed everytime he did.  You missed every aspect of him, but the thing you missed the most, was his touch.

It was really hard being away from your really hot and really good at sex boyfriend for six months, and you felt unsatisfied. Of course you could get yourself off anytime you wanted, actually, you had plenty of toys that could help you with exactly that, and you usually facetimed him or sexted whenever the distance was too much for both of you. But it wasn’t enough to satisfy your hunger.

So when he called earlier that week telling you that he would be home by the weekend, you went out and bought the slutiest piece of lingerine you could find.

After what seemed like an extremely long week, the day had come. You drove to the airport after getting everything ready in the house for Tom when he arrived, and obviously putting on the lingerie set before stepping out the door.

You waited impatiently for him to come out for what felt like an eternity, and when he did, you ran toward him without even thinking about the paparazzi that had also heard about his arrival. He saw you running, and opened his arms to catch you with a huge smile on his face.

You jumped to his arms as soon as he was close enough, and he hugged you by your waist so tight you didn’t understand how he hadn’t ripped you in half right there.

You clinged to his neck with all of your strength, hiding your face in his neck, inhaling his scent for the first time in six months.

“Hi love” He whispered to your ear, full of love “Missed you so much” He kissed the side of your head. You looked up from his neck taking his face with both hands, scanning his beautiful features like it was the first time you had seen him.

“Missed you too, Tommy’ Was all you could say before kissing his lips passionately. He kissed you back with all of his force, not giving a fuck about the rest of the world surrounding you. You definitely would be in the covers of all of the gossip magazines the next morning.

After kissing and hugging and smiling like idiots for about thirty minutes, you finally went back to the parking lot and got Tom stuff in the trunk insanely fast. You were driving back to yours, hearing all of Tom’s stories about the film and his experience. You listened carefully, his voice filling your ears beautifly. His hand never left your thigh for the entire car ride, drawing random lines on it with his thumb.

Once you got back home, he jumped in the shower to “get rid of the plane smell”.  While he was in there, you took off your clothes, leaving your lingerie set at full display, lit a few candles around and dimmed the lights to set the mood in the room. You put on your favourite perfume, and started to rub lotion all over your body, when you hear the shower go off, and the next thing, your boyfriend was coming out the bathroom with a towel around his hips hanging incredibly low and still wet, drops of water falling down his body. He looked so fucking hot, that you were sure your mouth was watering.

“Well well well” He said after scanning your body, you were facing the wall opposite him, with one of your legs up rubbing the cream from before. “Is this all for me?”

You put your leg down slowly, making sure his gaze was following your every movement, and you turned around  “I really missed you Tommy” You simply said with your best innocent voice.

“Let me show you how much I’ve missed you too, princess” He said in a low voice, walking impossibly slow towards you, your chest raising and falling with anticipation.

When he was in front of you, he speaked again. “How much I’ve missed that mouth of yours” he said while one of his thumbs ran through your bottom lip. “That beautiful long neck” His hand moved to grab your neck firmly, being followed by his lips, placing a gentle kiss on each side of it. “And those little hands, touching me” You got the message, and placed one of your hands in his chest, running it down to his abs. You felt his muscles contract as your hands past through them, and you loved it. “But you know what I’ve missed the most, beautiful?” He asked, his hands traveling down to your waist and pulling you close to him. Your breath got caught up in your throat due to his strength. You gulped waiting for his response, already feeling yourself wet, and raised your eyebrows encouraging him to keep going. “Fucking that tight little pussy everynight”

He devoured your lips, pulling you to him by your waist, and your arms raised instinctively to the back of his neck, tangling your hands in his brown curls, making him groan pleasantly into your kiss. His tongue entered your mouth with ease, and played with yours, exploring every bit of it, like he was trying to memorize it in case he would spend this much time away from you again. He bit your bottom lip gently and then licked it to ease the pain. He knew how that drove you mad.

Your hands started wandering down his wet body, going down his torso until you found yourself  palming him through his towel, clearly feeling how hard he was getting. You took the towel off, letting it fall to his ankles, and displaying your boyfriend fully naked in front of you. You separated from his kiss to take a long look up and down. He looked incredible, his muscles showing even more than you remembered, he clearly had changed his workout routine. He smirked, noticing how you were eating him with your glance, and took one of your hands in his, guiding it to his dick. You grabbed it and stroked it for a couple seconds, watching him close his eyes and throw his head back “Fuck, love. That feels great” He said in a breathy voice. You smiled, adoring the way you were in control. You started moving your hand faster, spitting at his cock to make your job easier, and concentrated in getting him as hard as you could. You could see the precum on his tip when he stopped you by trapping your hand in his. You pouted and tried to get your grip back, but he used his force to immobilize you. “No darling, not yet.” You nodded, understanding; you were dying to feel his touch on you anyway.

Like reading your mind, he let go of your hand and played with one of the straps from your bra, letting it hang low on your arm, doing the same to the next one. He did it impossibly slow, making you groan in desperation. He smirked when he heard you, but he wasn’t about to take you just yet. After all, he had spent six months with only his hand, and now that he had you in front of him, he wasn’t going to waste it, and he was going to enjoy every second of it. He came closer to you, lowering his head to place soft kisses all over your collarbones, your shoulders, the base of your neck and finally, the mounts of your breasts. He stayed there for a moment, before unclasping your bra completely and throwing it at one of the room’s corners. He took one of your breasts in his right hand, squeezing it softly, followed by a small moan from you. He then moved to the next breast, doing the same and getting a similar reaction from you. He played with your nipples, getting them hard before putting one of them in his mouth and flickering it with his tongue. He kept playing with them, switching between his mouth and his hands, being so content with the sounds that were leaving your mouth that he didn’t want to stop just so he could hear you all night long.

“Tom” you huffed, a little annoyed

“Yes, love?” He answered, playing innocent while he kept with his task.

“Do something” you almost growled. “I’m so wet” you confessed.

He looked up from your breast, taken aback with how blunt you were. It got him harder.

“Is that so, gorgeous?” He teased a bit more. You just nodded .“Let me feel how wet you are then” A smirk formed in his lips. “Sit on the bed” He ordered.

You did just that, impatiently waiting for him to release some of the pressure that had been building for six months. Once you were sitting, he approached you, hovering over you, made you look at him from where you were by placing one of his fingers under your chin and tilting your head upwards. You kept your eyes on his, even when he started going down on his knees in front of you. Your chest was raising a falling hard due to the anticipation. He took his thumbs on either side of your underwear, and pulled them down quickly, his mouth already watering.

Your legs stayed closed out of habit, but the moment the piece of clothing was off, he opened them. He stayed there for a moment, admiring your wet pussy in front of him, and he licked his lips before placing a line of kisses from your knee to your thigh. He finally lapped his tongue on top of your cunt, giving it a long and slow lick that made you shiver. He smiled before diving in your lips again, this time taking his tongue through your entering and folds. He moved his tongue gracefully, making you whimper and moan his name more times you could count. He loved it, and he had missed your taste so much that he was taking his sweet time eating you out.

He then moved his tongue to your clit, flicking it quickly, which made you move your hips instinctively, trying to get more friction out of his face. He got the message, and took one long finger and put it past your entrance, deep inside you. The movement took you by surprise, and a loud moan escaped your lips. “Fuck, Tommy. Keep going” You pleaded, which he happily obliged. His finger came out and in of you in a slow motion, curling his finger upwards when he was deepest inside you, and his tongue never leaving your clit. He added a second finger, and you screamed, grabbing his hair and pulling it hard, which made him growl in your pussy, vibrating deliciously. His two fingers were working wonders inside you, and you felt the knot in your stomach growing bigger with every thrust of his hands. “Babe...I’m...coming soon” You let out in a breathy voice, interrupted by various moans.  

“Missed your taste so much, love” He commented, his fingers moving quickly. “Cum on my mouth” he placed his tongue once more on your clit.

And you did just that, in a matter of seconds, Tom feeling your walls clenching around his fingers, the feeling making his love for you grow even larger. After he felt you were down from your high, he collected all of your juices with his tongue, making you moan once more from how sensitive you were.

“Can’t get enough of you, Y/N” He smiled at you still kneeling, and you took his face with both hands to get him up and on top of you, kissing him ferociously. You could taste yourself in his mouth, and that was what got you wet again. You stopped the kiss to look him dead in his eyes.

“Fuck me, please” You just blurted out. He smirked and kissed you again, taking his dick and running the tip through your wet cunt, the feeling making you gasp. He entered you slowly, giving you time to adjust, cause he knows that your fingers, or his fingers, or even your toys weren’t as thick as him, so you might take a little time to accommodate. Once he was fully in you, he hissed and kissed you again. “Move. Now.” You ordered, frustrated.

“So bossy, love” He chuckled, but he obliged almost immediately.

He started thrusting his hips, impossibly deep inside you, and when he was half way out, he thrusted again. He did this several times, his forehead starting to sweat, as well as your whole body. He kept his gaze on yours, opening his mouth occasionally to let out a low moan. You on the other hand, had your mouth opened at all times, not caring if you were being too loud. He loved seeing you like this, him fucking you mindlesly, and you full of pleasure because of it.

You took your hand and drove downwards to where your bodysconnected, and started circling your clit, feeling once again the knot building in your stomach.

“So good for me, so tight” Tom took one of your legs from behind your knee and bent it upwards, so he could have a better approach, his other arm anchored above your head so he would keep steady and wouldn collapse on top of you. “So deep, babe, fuck” This new angle made him go so far inside you, that you screamed. You turned your head to the side, giving Tom full access to your neck, where he bit and marked you. While he did that, you bit his arm, hard, due to the new and long awaited pleasure you were receiving from your loving boyfriend. He moaned in your ear, and the knot in his stomach released, filling you up with his cum.

His cum flowing out of you mixed with your hand, that still circled over your clit. Tom saw this, and slapped your hand away, doing the job himself. He had you screaming in no time, your orgasm forming deep in your gut.

He shutted your screams with his own mouth, his tongue filling your mouth deliciously.

“Shit” You said once you calmed down, him still being on top of you, you pressed your hand to the side of his face, him melting in your touch and closing his eyes. “Don’t ever leave me for this long, you asshole” You said jokingly. He chuckled and kissed the inside of your hand.

“Not a chance” He said while he climbed off of you and to your side, you instantly took place in his chest. He ran his hands up and down the side of your torso. “Next time, you're coming with me, love.” He replied with a huge smile on his face.

“Only if I can get a cameo in your next movie” You joked once more. He laughed aloud, knowing fairly well that you were too embarrassed to do such a thing, and placed a loving kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes, happily feeling yourself drifting off to sleep. You thought this was going to be the first time in six months you fell asleep so quickly.

[wagner-fell]

I am still very new to this website and I don’t know how link a post but this fic is based on a post by @sandersgrey

(If someone reading this knows how to link a post please either explain it to me or link it in the comments because that post is *amazing*)

“Hmmm,” said Tessa, depositing Mina into Kit’s waiting arms and examining her buzzing phone critically. She shot a quizzical look in his direction.

Jem looked up from his novel. “What is ‘hmmm’, my love?”

Kit mimed vomiting but stopped dead in his tracks when she replied, “it’s Astrid’s mother. You remember her from parent teacher night, don’t you, my darling?” Kit swears they were being extra insufferable just to mess with him but he didn’t have the time to be annoyed when Astrid’s. Mom. Was. Calling. Tessa.

To understand why Kit was panicking as much as he was, you must know that Astrid’s mom was incredibly chill. She never got mad. The worst punishment she’d ever given her daughter was taking away her iPod for a week so she couldn’t listen to Mitski.

Was she calling about last night when Astrid, Mari and Kit threw eggs at the Shadowhunter’s that were giving Mari’s pack a hard time for no reason? No, that couldn’t be it. She’d given them the eggs.

Could the call be about the day before yesterday when Kit and Astrid got distracted doing homework and ended up snapping the coffee table clean in half while battling gladiator style with pool noodles? No, that wasn’t it. She’d just handed Astrid a twenty and told them to go to Kevin’s parents' shop and get a new one. Was she pissed because they ended up spending the money on ice cream instead? No, they ended up finding a table for free in the rubbing bin outside a fancy hotel.

Kit clutched his sister to his chest and prepared for the worst.

“Seo-yoon! What can I do for- Oh, hello Astrid!” Tessa paused briefly, presumably to listen to Astrid speak, and Kit sighed in relief.

“Kit is occupied at the moment but I can relay the message.” Another pause. “Oh don’t be frightened of me. I’m a tots rad mom. Your secret is safe with me.” Kit felt his face flush red as he heard his best friend’s laughter echo across the living room. “Okay! I’ll let him know. He has to get Mina to sleep before he can leave though. Lord knows he’s the only one who can these days.” Tessa chuckled at something Astrid said before wishing her good luck in her endeavour and ending the call.

She turned her attention back to Kit. “Astrid needs your help breaking into your teacher’s home to retrieve her cell phone.”

Kit blinked at her, dumbfounded. “You aren’t mad I’m going to go break the law?”

Because of course he was doing it. Astrid’s dad had bought it for her and he was extremely cautious about money. That was one of three things Kit knew about her dad. He was cheap, he lived in America and he loved the movie Fight Club.

Tessa ruffled Kit’s hair affectionately. “Please. I’ve raised two other Herondales. At least I know about this particular adventure beforehand.”

Mina began snoring softly and Kit handed her back to her mother. He grabbed his bag and started his journey to the door when Tessa added, “she also told me to say hi to a ‘daddy Kit’. Are you ‘daddy Kit?’”

‘Daddy Kit’ closed his eyes and wished for the sweet release of death.

“Why is Kit a daddy,” Jem asked, genuinely confused. “Aren’t I the daddy?”

Kit swung the door open so fast not even a speed rune could have aided him. But not before I heard Tessa reply, “Lily Chen certainly thinks so.”

Mrs. MacNamara clapped her hands together. “Why don’t we all go around and say a few things about ourselves?”

Kit buried his face into his hands. He’d been relieved when no other teacher had fulfilled the Disney channel stereotype of making every student introduce themselves to the new kid. But Mrs. MacNamara didn’t even seem to realize what she was doing.

All Kit’s fellow classmates groan. Expect one. Her hand shot up immediately. She was short, like smaller than Clary short. She wore a baggy pink shirt with the words ‘Queen Glimmer of Etheria’ sewed on with purple sequins and tight black jeans. Her colourful, choppy hair was in a low ponytail and she flew a few strands out of her eyes as her hand wiggled in the hair.

Mrs. MacNamara pointed at her. She stood up and smiled at Kit. “Hi. My name is Astrid. My hobbies include making my little cousin’s girl Barbies kiss, as it should be, and watching television shows where everyone is a terrible person so you can love all of them!”

“And what shows might that be?” asked Kit, already in the process of pulling out his phone and opening the Notes app.

“Grey’s Anatomy, Glee, Grey’s Anatomy again because it’s seventeen seasons as of right now. And to be fair it practically became a different show when they killed off Mark Sloan.”

“That’s enough, Miss Yang,” said Mrs. MacNamara. Astrid sat down and winked at Kit. Then she took out her phone and airdropped him a complete list of all her favorite shows, along with her number.

After Blessica’s pre-birthday birthday party, they went to Cirenworth and stayed up till four A.M. binging them.

They met outside a queer dry bar called Aries Not Welcome, the unspoken gathering place of the Merry Hoes. It was run by a poly lesbian couple in their mid-thirties. Quinn, Sydney and Aliyah may not have served alcohol but at least they were open 24/7.

“Did you bring the shit?”

Kit gave her a look. “The shit? How conclusive.”

“Shut up. You know, the shadowhunter thing.”

“The shadowhunter thing?”

“The, the, the glow stick that you draw with.”

“The glow stick that I draw wi-“ Kit closed his eyes briefly. “Do you mean a stele?”

Astrid snapped her fingers. “That’s it!” Kit shook his head in exasperation, smiling fondly. “I borrowed a torch from Quinn, let’s move.”

“Should I be worried that you know where Mr. Smith lives?” questioned Kit as he followed Astrid’s lead through the park.

“Should I be worried that your mom was fine with us breaking and entering?” she shot back playfully. Kit pushed Astrid and she fell off the path, laughing all the way.

“You called me ‘daddy’ to my mom’s face.”

She just laughed harder, slinging her arm around Kit’s shoulder. “It was over the phone, Christopher. And as I should.”

“Pffffttt. Why did you get your phone taken anyway?” She put her hands into her jumper pocket and looked at the ground. “Astrid.” She remained silent. “Astrid?”

She mumbled something under her breath. “What?” asked Kit.

“I WAS READING NINEJ FANFICTION!” she shouted.

Kit gasped. “I thought you were a die hard Kanej shipper,” he whispered.

“I’m a multishipper, okay?!” she replied, equally quiet.

“Does Blessica know?”

She shook her head. “And she will never find out.”

Kit saw the opportunity and he seized it. “She’ll never find out as long as you never call me daddy in front of either of my parents.”

She removed her arm from his shoulder and guided them out of the park, in the direction of the many apartments that lined this side of town. “I hate you.”

“Well, so does Mari. You're not special, Ast.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know Mari doesn’t actually hate you, right?! They’re just still in the enemy phase of your enemies-to-lovers romance. She only dislikes you because they feel something for you but they don’t know what so she interrupts it as loathing. In reality, her inner soul knows you’re hot and shmexie.”

Kit didn’t know how to process this so he just nodded and follow Astrid in silence to Mr. Smith’s house. (Plus, he was kinda glad that, according to his best friend, he had a little more time for Mari to ‘discover their true feelings’. If Kit screwed this up, he was out of countries to run off to.)

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What,” asked Kit, turning around to face Astrid and closing the drawer he was rifling through. “Did you find your phone?”

“Yeah. But I also found Blessica’s. She was Snapping Kevin. Platonic my ass. But he took the fucking trans flag out of her phone!”

Kit snatched Blessica’s phone out of her hand to examine it for herself. She was telling the truth. Where the glitter pride flag usually rested was just a clear purple case. Kit couldn’t believe his eyes.

“It’s one thing to misgender her every day.” Blessica had forced all four of the other Merry Hoes to sign a contract saying they wouldn’t do anything to harm him because of it. “But this is the last straw. You know what we have to do.” Oops.

“Yeah, but we don’t have any spray paint.”

Kit eyed Mr. Smith’s pink sofa, blue bar stool covers and white picture frames. “I think I have something better in mind.”

It would have been easier for both parties to just zip off the sofa cushions and tape them to the wall but by ripping them off in strips, they ensured he would have to buy new ones. And judging by the car he drove and the fiji water in his fridge, Mr. Smith could definitely afford it.

That reminded him, “I’ll finish up with this. Go put all his fiji water into my bag.” Astrid saluted him and ran off. “Wait.” She stopped and looked at him. “Steal all the remotes you can find.”

“How is he not awake?,” asked Astrid as they ripped the fabric of his seating from the stool.

He shrugged. “Don’t question it.” He shoved the bundle of cloth into her arms. “Glue this above the pink. I’ll handle the frames.”

“Say the magic word,” she sang.

“Please?”

“No. Lesbian. Come on, I thought you knew me better than that.”

Kit laughed quietly. “Can you lesbian glue this above the pink?”

She grinned at Kit. “It would be my pleasure.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hello! Sorry I haven’t written anything in so long. School just restarted and it has been…a lot.

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[innranrae]

🐚 A Birthday Amidst the Archipelago

A/N: oneshot for my fav russian boys bday, i included the golden apple archipelago bc it was the most fun event/area I've experienced in genshin so far and I'll miss it a lot but at least it's inazuma and electro aether time, anyways hope you enjoy this and if you have suggestions/tips on writing or anything please lmk! I'm new to it all and I'm trying my best ;w; my friend proofread this tho and shes big brain so id say this one is pretty swaggy

￫ pairing(s): Zhongli/Childe, Aether/Venti (kinda platonic tbh), Venti and Dvalin vibing

￫ word count: ~ 3k

￫ cw: alcohol

￫ ao3

🏖️

Zhongli sensed a large being coming from the skies of Duyun Ruins. He did not want to believe it, but his doubts were soon confirmed.

Dvalin descended from the clouds with a heavy thud, sending the living creatures around either running or flying. Mounted on the Dragon of the East were Venti and Aether; The bard wore a pair of sunglasses and a light attire that shocked Zhongli to the core, he had thought the anemo archon could not get any more ludicrous, but it appears he was mistaken.

A slight frown grew on his face watching the scene and the geo archon couldn’t help but raise his palm to his face, sighing. On the flip side, Childe was astonished; his eyes sparkled observing Dvalin, considering what the outcome would be if they were to fight.

—

2 days earlier

“Traveler,

It has been some time since we last saw each other. I do hope your ventures are going smoothly.

I am writing to you to request assistance with an event that will take place two days from now. As you may know, Childe’s birthday is on the 20th of this month and I have been finding it hard to come up with a suitable gift. I wish to surprise him but nothing that fits my criteria comes to mind, in addition to the fact I am still adjusting to mortal life and their festivals.

If you do not mind and, of course, if you are free that day, I hope you can help me with this matter.

Zhongli”

After sending his letter to Aether, Zhongli straightened his shoulders on the stool at one of Heyu Tea House’s tables, raising a cup of steaming tea to his mouth, and waited for his guest to arrive.

“Receiving an invitation from Mr. Zhongli first sure feels nice,” a voice shouted coming from the stairs.

Zhongli glanced at the harbinger who took a seat by his side, “Childe, do you have any plans for your birthday?”

Childe widened his eyes slightly, “Birthday?” He raised his hand thoughtfully to his face. “Oh, my birthday! Hm… Is Mr. Zhongli planning on giving me some type of gift?” The harbinger smiled playfully.

“Please answer my question.”

“Nope! None at all.”

In actuality, Childe should be busy taking care of the Fatui’s business around Liyue; unfortunately for his underlings, he was going to do whatever he wanted either way. Additionally, he had a feeling Mr. Zhongli’s question was not trivial, and speculated the archon probably wanted to make plans.

“I see."

Unexpectedly, instead of proceeding on that topic, Zhongli said nothing more as he took another sip of his tea.

Despite the surprising lack of further development, he forgot about it as soon as Zhongli started to talk about a Ruin Hunter he encountered the prior day in the fields.

He knew by now what topics intrigued Childe's simple warrior mind, and that alone had Childe rambling about fighting tactics and his own experiences to Zhongli, occasionally trying to convince the archon to fight him, which he politely refused.

—

Meanwhile, at the Golden Apple Archipelago...

"I could really use a hand over here, Venti!" Aether's cry for help could barely be heard over the shrieking group of hilichurls advancing one after the other.

"But I-"

After unleashing a wind vortex from his palm, Aether glared at the bard, who was leisurely plucking the strings of his lyre on top of a rock. "Playing a battle song isn't helping!" He cut Venti off, resulting in the end of Venti's untimely concert with lots of whining.

After jumping off the rock, the bard shot an arrow that sent the group of monsters flying altogether.

The pair had a short-lived moment of relief, but soon the eerie sound of a horn was heard, indicating that more enemies were on their way. Aether groaned while Venti giggled nervously, and so, they had to return to their combat stances.

Not long after engaging, the traveler heard a short sound that made him stop his blade.

“Oh, I’ve got mail,” Aether walked a few steps from the fighting, reading the message while leaving the bard to get the monsters’ attention.

Venti's eyes widened at the sudden rush of monsters coming directly at him, though luckily, he sent them flying once again.

“Woah~ Don’t do that so suddenly, traveler, so mean!”

After reading Zhongli’s message, Aether was deep in thought, looking around as if searching for something, until his eyes met the green-colored ones of the anemo archon that reciprocated the eye contact, with a touch of wonder.

Zhongli opened the new mail he received, analyzing the few words Aether had sent.

“Meet us by Duyun Ruins at 9 in the morning, bring Childe with you.”

“Meet us? If I am not mistaken, Paimon has been staying with Xiangling, and didn’t show any signs of wanting to leave any time soon. Perhaps she can easily travel back and forth,” Zhongli thought to himself.

—

Present Day, Duyun Ruins

Jumping from the dragon’s back, Venti beamed, “Morax! Long time no see~!” Arms wide open as he threw himself towards his old friend. But before he got too close, Zhongli shielded himself, and instead of a hug, Venti’s face was compressed against the solid surface of the geo shield.

Venti staggered a step back from the impact, raising his hand to his cheek, now starting to swell, “Ow!” He pouted.

Zhongli tried to keep his cool, throwing a look at the two boys who recently arrived,waiting for an explanation.

Aether catches on the meaningful gaze and reassures, “Don’t worry, I think we avoided being noticed by anyone.”

“Yeah, Dvalin here is… Well, he tries to be discreet when flying around. After all, I was the one who taught him that~" Venti put a hand on the dragon's body while the other gave Zhongli a thumbs up.

"Saying you were the one who taught him does not reassure me one bit…" Zhongli’s veins were protruding from distress by now. "Aside from that, aren't you supposed to be more careful not to expose your identity in front of the common folk?"

The three other men stared at Zhongli in confusion, exchanging looks between themselves, "Common folk?" Venti asked. Childe was the first to realize he was probably talking about him and began laughing at the Zhongli's seemingly forgetfulness.

"Morax, you sure only remember what you want, huh. Even I know from the traveler's stories that this boy here is the eleventh harbinger of the Fatui. If that harbinger lady took my gnosis, I'm sure this kid knows my identity by now," Venti reassured while Aether slowly nodded, feeling second-hand embarrassment.

Zhongli was at a loss for words, raising his fist to his mouth, awkwardly coughing. On the other hand, the harbinger found the situation quite funny and patted Morax's back a few times while giggling.

Zhongli met Aether's eyes, "Nevertheless, what I desire to know is why that bard and his dragon are here?"

"Well, you’ll see when we get there," Aether reassured, getting back on the dragon's back along with Venti.

Childe cheerfully jumped on, extending his hand down to the geo archon who bashfully accepted, pointedly ignoring the meaningful grins the two other boys directed at him. And with little effort, Dvalin took off to the Golden Apple Archipelago.

The Snezhnayan boy's eyes gleamed with excitement from his first-ever experience that high up, sitting between behind Aether and in front of Zhongli.

Though, his laxity almost made the reddish mask on his hair fly away, luckily being rescued by the man behind him.

"Thank you!" The powerful gushes of wind made his words difficult to understand, yet enough for Zhongli to understand them.

If any normal person would travel through the clouds in the back of a dragon for the first time in their life, surely they would practice caution or be a little wary of their surroundings.

However, because Childe was Childe, an expert in adapting fast to just about anything, the journey on the skies was far from frightening.

A few minutes had passed and the boys were already close to their destination, and with his usual carefree expression, Venti looked back at the men behind him, yelling as Dvalin descended, "Hold on tight!"

With another loud thud, Dvalin settled at the northwestern part of Twinning Isle. Aether grew anxious in anticipation, waiting for Childe to see the preparations that he and Venti had come up with in such a short timeframe.

They had the inspiration from Alice's surprise for Klee, though not as crafty as she was. With the help of Tubby back in the Serenitea Pot, he managed to decorate the place nicely with newly crafted objects.

Umbrellas and chairs painted a light shade of sky blue sat next to fishing rods, Sea Ganodermas and conches decorated the sand in a path leading to a gazebo, which had seashells and starfishes hang from the wooden ceiling, surrounded by curtains.

And inside of it, one chest stored miscellaneous things, while the one next to it contained something that Venti declared extremely necessary: summer clothing he managed to acquire. In addition to the clothes he prepared, the anemo archon was also tasked with providing the food and drinks.

Visibly so as there were at least three bottles of either dandelion or osmanthus wine for every single dish on the table. Which, of course, was all paid for with the traveler's Mora.

All in all, the table was charmingly organized. A cake with a whale drawn on top of it sat in the middle of it all, while balloons were tied to the wooden table.

Upon reaching the sand, Childe was fascinated. The ocean breeze brushing against his face, the warm sunlight of the Archipelago and the salty waves gently crashing onto the tide united all the scenery together.

He’d never seen such a tropical place in his life, so unfamiliar in comparison to his frozen homeland's weather and features.

Lost in admiration for the scenery, he had already forgotten that it was his birthday, only remembering when Zhongli called out his name, directing him to look ahead where the decorated area was put, in preparation for the celebration to commence.

Venti leaned back against Dvalin's tail, already playing a melody, as the other three walked along the decorated path.

Aether fastened his steps, going ahead and getting a small box. Then, turning back to the birthday boy, he extended the gift.

"Happy birthday, Childe."

The harbinger let out a small "thank you" before opening it.

His blue eyes twinkled as he grabbed the content inside the box for closer examination. It was a bright piece of wood with a smaller version of him, Teucer and Aether drawn on it, as well as a ruin guard, or “Mr. Cyclops” as his little brother would say, stood behind them.

Without thinking, Childe embraced Aether tightly with a wide smile across his face, and at the display of the ginger’s excitement, the traveler couldn't help but feel accomplished.

After the gift was exchanged, Venti pointed out the clothes he had prepared, which made Zhongli flinch at the thought of wearing sunglasses as eccentric as his. Luckily, they were just lighter clothes, not accessories.

Childe, already excited from the exotic scenery, went on ahead to change his clothes behind a tall rock.

Zhongli and Aether walked towards the same location, at a much slower pace than the Snezhnayan boy, who was already out of sight.

“Thank you for your efforts, traveler. You managed to surprise me as well,” Zhongli finally got the chance to say.

“It was no problem at all. I’m having fun and the ‘tone-deaf bard’ was a great help, too.”

Childe emerged from behind the rock suddenly, wearing shorts and a shirt that was presumably supposed to be buttoned up. As a matter of fact, all the attires were of a similar design, the few differences being their color schemes, a few patterns, and the boy’s usual accessories.

Before any reaction, they heard monstrous noises getting closer to the shelter. A group of hilichurls nearby seemed to have been alarmed by the dragon’s arrival.

Something inside Childe’s mind clicked and he immediately turned the way of the shrieks, getting ready to fight, “Leave them to me!”

“Oh I was counting on that,” Aether affirmed as Venti nodded. Knowing very well of the harbinger’s passion for fighting, they speculated about the attack and gladly attached it to the list of events for that day.

Aether’s words were thrown at no one though, since Childe had left as soon as those four words left his lips earlier, leaving no time to receive any reaction from the others.

Bad luck for those poor hilichurls, honestly.

Childe's hydro blades moved swiftly, leaving droplets in the sand as they slashed one after the other, ending each almost instantly, leaving little space for a counterattack. He only stopped moving when there were no more of the monsters around, either because they were actually all dead or ran away from fear.

Coming back to the shelter’s path, Childe saw that they were now fishing, which made him joyfully run to join them, and noticing that he was back, Zhongli offered Childe a fishing rod and a seat next to himself.

“Oh man, this takes me back to the old days with my dad,” The ginger said while settling down on the beach chair, “Though the temperatures are the complete opposite, haha. I wonder if my family would survive the extreme change in the weather, though.”

Zhongli and Aether listened attentively while holding their rods, all the while, the anemo archon, visibly tipsy, communicated with Dvalin nearby.

“How come you managed to adapt this easily to the sudden climate change, Childe?” Zhongli asked.

“A warrior must always adapt to any situation. If I let the heat get the best of me, I'm weakened, consequently leaving myself open to enemy attacks."

"Damn, he never changes. If it isn't about his family, the answer is always related to being a fighter… Well, it is almost comforting in a way." Aether thought, mentallyrolling his eyes while taking a sip of the drink Venti had given him.

"I see," Zhongli seriously responded, "It is indeed true. Keeping one's body and mind stable is a must when facing laborious challenges."

Childe was filled with joy upon hearing the acknowledgement. It was always pleasant to hear someone who understood his point of view.

The traveler shifted his attention upon feeling a small force pulling down the

rod.

A fish had finally taken the bait, and the eyes of the two men also moved towards him when they heard the small "oh" Aether let out.

They all rejoiced at the successful catch and its size, and the traveler went straight ahead to prepare a meal for them.

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As the day went by, they had almost checked everything on the task list; They fished for a while, Aether showed the mechanisms and puzzles that Klee's mom prepared, even landing his Harpastum so Childe could try them, he also taught them how to ride and summon the Waverider, they exchanged various anecdotes, as well as how the traveler came across the Archipelago in the first place, describing the whole Dodo King saga, and finally, filled themselves with food and drinks.

The sun rapidly fell under the horizon, merging the last colored rays of marigold into the indigo night sky. Venti had managed to convince the traveler to drink with him throughout the day and, needless to say, they were quite drunk by now, though both of them had a high tolerance and were somehow still acting civilized.

While Dvalin slept, the four men sat on the sand, listening to Venti sing around the crackling campfire.

When the bard began to sing a piece about Snezhnaya, Childe seemed to have recalled something.

He shuffled through his belongings, grabbing a bottle with a clear liquid, “This was a gift I received earlier, it’s a Snezhnayan specialty alcohol, Fire-Water!”

Aether gulped nervously at the familiar name. He had heard the stories around Mondstadt, how Master Diluc spent three days in bed after drinking a single glass of it, leading to the unsuccessful partnership with the Snezhnayan merchants.

Childe poured the liquid into separate cups and went around distributing them to the boys. Sitting back in his original spot, he continued, “As per tradition, we have to down the cup in one go!”

Venti was all in for the proposal, and despite their concern at first, Zhongli and Aether respected the birthday boy’s wish.

After raising their cups in a toast, they all drank the beverage at once.

Childe cheered, rambling about how he missed the taste of the drink. Zhongli seemed to be unaffected, calm as always, smiling and listening to the Snezhnayan boy.

However, Aether didn’t seem so well, he had expected the feeling, but because of the previous drinks he shared with the bard, it seemed to have had a stronger effect on him.

Aether wasn't the most affected by the drink, though.

That one shot was the ultimatum for Venti. His vision was blurry and he couldn’t stop laughing, which alarmed the others, but before they could take action and ask what was wrong, the archon fell into the sand, a grin on his face as he passed out.

After the realization of what just happened, Aether was the first to talk, “Um, I’ll take him to the shelter. I’m feeling a bit… dizzy too. I’ll get some sleep, haha,” He was making a great effort to sound coherent.

“Hope you enjoyed your day, Childe.”

A sincere smile was directed towards the boy sitting next to Zhongli. That expression warmed Childe’s heart. Aether had put great effort into this whole day and he could tell.

Childe was about to open his mouth to say something after the traveler turned his back to them while carrying Venti, but was stopped by the blonde, “Oh, there’s something I forgot to say. If you go west from here you will find another island with a shipwreck on top of the, um… Rock structure thing. It’s a good place to watch the stars. Anyways, hehe, good night.”

That piqued the two tall men’s interest, and after watching Aether and Venti enter the shelter, Childe looked at Zhongli, who was already standing up, as if he shared the same idea as the other.

A short cruise to the Nameless Isle later, Zhongli and Childe were already walking side by side through the tide, leaving steady footprints on the sand’s surface.

When the two stopped to both admire the place and look for a way to get to the top of the rocky mountain, Zhongli noticed a mural on the rock, which showed a shipwreck and what seemed to be a few people trying to save each other.

The archon was pondering about the meaning of it when he heard Childe’s voice from behind him.

“Mr. Zhongli, there’s a wind current over here!”

Zhongli went to the other’s location, noticing the current that led to the top of the mountain.

Without much effort, both of them got to the original destination: The shipwreck Aether mentioned.

It was indeed a tragic but beautiful place; a place where one could watch the azure starry sky, pale moon glowing brightly.

The two found a spot to sit near the ship that once sailed the seas, and watched the galaxies above them.

Childe offered another shot of the Fire-Water, which the both of them shared. Zhongli closed his eyes, deep in thought.

He had been trying to find the chance to give Childe his birthday gift, but he couldn’t find the opportunity to do so. Finally, now seemed like the perfect time.

He reopened his eyes and stared at Childe, who was watching the sky attentively, blue eyes shining unitedly with the stars.

“Childe.”

Upon hearing his name, he turned to look at the archon.

“Give me your hand,” Zhongli said, reaching his own towards the harbinger.

Childe automatically did so, and after searching for an object on the pocket of his shorts, Zhongli put the present on the other’s palm.

It was a single earring made of Noctilucous Jade and Cor Lapis, in a similar fashion as the one earring Childe normally wore.

“This reminded me of you when I saw it. If you do not wish to wear it, I understand, but I do hope you could keep it with you.”

Zhongli said that but the harbinger was already taking off his original earring, making the archon a bit embarrassed at the impulsiveness of the boy, yet very pleased.

Childe had been rambling about the, now, old earring and how he had gotten it in the first place, but after a while of no response from Zhongli, he gazed at him, being met by the image of the geo archon fast asleep.

Zhongli had a high alcohol tolerance, but with the nightfall, his drowsiness had grown to an almost unbearable level, and now, he was finally subdued by it.

Ajax couldn’t help but feel a warmth in his chest, his expression softened and he decided it was time for him to rest too.

He had never had a better birthday in his life.

[ambersky0319]

A human AU where the Light sides were all like a found family, until Logan runs away and they are determined to bring him back no matter what, only to find him with Dexter(Deceit) and Remus and looking far happier than with them. But Virgil hates it, pushing the two away from Logan and trying to force him back before screaming "They're fucking monsters, they could never love someone like you!" Which causes Logan to fight against him and leave the lights for good

Hope you’re happy with this! It was super fun to write but also fuck Virgil in this-

Can be seen as either platonic or romantic Intruloceit, your choice really

Warnings : Unsympathetic Virgil, Somewhat Unsympathetic/Highly Implied Unsympathetic Roman, Morally gray Patton, past suicide mention(none of the main characters), mention of a panic attack, lmk if I need to add anything else!

Masterpost 

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It was just by chance, meeting Dexter and Remus. Though Logan had known about them for a while. They had a small community on YouTube for their random and often insane ideas, usually done in the name of “science”. They did have some more serious videos, though, one that caught Logan’s interest the most being one where they talked about toxic relationships. They had still made some jokes, mostly about their past experiences, but the video was extremely heartfelt and made Logan curious enough to do some research on his own.

What Logan didn’t know, was that Dexter and Remus actually lived in the same city as him.

Logan had left his and his friends’ house after a particularly harsh argument with Roman, and took a bus further into the city to find a place to relax. He remembered a coffee shop from a few weeks ago that Patton had dragged him to. While Patton didn’t really like it as much as he thought he would, Logan really liked it as the people inside always seemed to be full of life and had hearts of gold(seriously, the barista he talked to looked as though she was glowing in the afternoon light).

Stepping inside, there was only one table open which he took quickly, setting his things down before ordering his coffee. The barista, the same as last time he had visited(a shock to Logan in all honesty that she’d keep the job), made his drink quickly and handed it to him with a bright smile, wishing him a good afternoon. Once back at his table, he took out his laptop to work on one of his many projects. He lost himself in one of his favorites, a novel he was writing. Eventually though, he was pulled from his focus.

“Hey um, sir?”

Logan looked up, and he nearly gasped. Nearly. Standing before him was none other than Dexter, looking rather sheepish as he interrupted Logan.

“Sorry to bother you, but all the other tables are full and I was wondering if my friend and I could sit with you for now, at least until one opens up?” Dexter jabbed his thumb over to the counter, where Remus stood chatting with the barista as she made their drinks and another prepared some food for them. Logan almost forgot how to speak, and he cleared his throat.

“Um, yeah, sure. I don’t mind.” Dexter smiled and slid into the seat across from Logan. Remus joined them not long after.

“I’m Dexter, by the way. And this is Remus.” Dexter slung his arm around Remus once Remus settled beside him.

“I kinda knew. I really like your videos, they’re far more informational than I thought they would be.” And then, it was as if Logan just remembered that he didn’t know these two personally, and his cheeks felt a bit warmer all of a sudden. “Oh, and I’m Logan, by the way.”

“Well Logan, it’s always great to meet a fan,” Dexter said, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah! Especially since most people just think we’re two idiots online, huh Dee?” Remus wasn’t really asking him, but he still got an affirmative hum. Remus tilted his head as he studied Logan for a moment. “Hey wait, I’ve seen you before! You’re in that one psych class!”

And that’s how the rest of Logan’s afternoon went. Other tables cleared, but Dexter and Remus didn’t leave Logan’s table as they spoke with him. And Logan’s computer was moved to his bag as he let himself open up to some people other than his main friend group. He wasn’t all too surprised that they had similar interests, and it was fun getting to complain with Remus about the number of projects their teachers gave them.

Over the following months, Logan continued to meet up with them and talk with them late into the night. He learned Dexter wasn’t in college and worked freelance as an artist to pay their house bills so Remus could focus on becoming a psychiatrist(Remus did do art commissions as well to chip in, but Dexter took care of finances the most). Logan also learned that Remus was the younger brother that Roman so often complained about, which initially pissed Logan off. When Remus learned that Logan was living with his brother, and heard of the things Roman had said, just shrugged and told Logan to not tell any of them they hung out. Dexter knew Virgil as well, though he was far less inclined to tell Logan what had happened, and just said they had a major fallout a few years back.

About two years into their friendship, Logan had sent the duo a text during their livestream(Logan had been doing homework and hadn’t noticed the two were busy). It was frantic, and Logan was stuffing essentials into his bag as he waited anxiously for either of them to text back. All Logan’s original text had said was “guys I need OUT”.

Dexter texted him back after ten agonizing minutes, asking what was wrong, and Logan called him, his voice unsteady as he explained the situation. Dexter listened as Remus ended their video so he could hear what was happening too. He and Virgil had gotten into a rather heated argument, and Roman had somehow been dragged into it. Normally Patton was there to calm them all down but he was working at the time, and Logan just couldn’t take any more arguing like this, not when it got so personal and to the point that Logan had been reduced to silence because of a panic attack.

“Do you want me to come pick you up? Lo, where are you?” Remus had snatched Dexter’s phone from his hand.

Logan swallowed thickly, his hand trembling on his own phone as he told them their address. “Virgil and Roman are both home though-”

“Just say you’re going to a last-minute meeting because our teacher is a jackass who does that and the things in your suitcase is this huge project he wanted us to do.” Further away from the phone, Remus called over to Dexter. “Got the keys?” Logan heard Dexter say something along the lines of ‘yes’ and Remus was back on the phone. “Alright, I’ll text you once we’re close by, kay?”

“Mhmm.” Logan took a deep breath, and before Remus could hang up he said, “Thank you, so much.”

He could almost see Remus grinning on the other end. “Don’t worry about it, Logan. See you in a bit.”

Twenty minutes later Logan was in the back of Dexter’s car, having faced no troubles in leaving the house and now on route to Remus and Dexter’s home. The drive was pretty quiet, the silence only filled by the radio playing some random songs softly. 

They showed Logan to his new room, offering to take him out over the weekend to buy some paints if he liked and some other things Logan might want to add to his room. They had just given him their guest room, which was usually for the occasional friend to crash on(they claimed their friend Remy visited the most, but both were sure Remy wouldn’t care if Logan took the spare room). Logan declined their offer for going out shopping, saying that them just letting him stay was good enough.

He was able to move his things in quickly(he really didn’t have much while living with the others anyway), and Logan got to enjoy takeout with his new roommates as they lounged on the couch. Dexter was the first of the two to ask Logan if he wanted to talk about what had happened earlier with Roman and Virgil, to which Logan just shook his head.

“Maybe tomorrow,” Logan said after some thought, and Dexter hummed but didn’t push. He instead returned his attention to the documentary they had picked to watch.

Over the next few days, Logan ignored the explosion of texts he was getting from Roman, Virgil, and Patton, having already told them that he’d moved out about an hour after Logan had initially left. All of them just chose to ignore his message though, it seemed, and Logan actually grew frustrated with how many times the trio was calling him. Eventually, Logan just blocked their numbers and returned his focus to his papers that were due a few days from then.

About two weeks since Logan left the trio, and there’s an unwelcome knock on their door. Remus answers it when he realizes Logan is too caught up on writing and Dexter is busy making dinner, and he stares in shock at who he finds.

Logan looks up when he notices Remus frozen in the doorway to their home. “Rem?” He snaps Remus out of his daze, and Remus glances at him worriedly.

“Uhm.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Remus, just let us see him so we can talk this out!” Logan tenses at the voice, it’s unmistakably Roman’s, but then he just lets his shoulders fall and sighs. Taking this as an 'okay I’ll deal with it’, Remus lets Roman, Virgil, and Patton inside.

Logan closed his laptop, setting it to the side and staring up at the trio, the people he once called family. He still remembered the argument though, the words used which cut through him so badly Logan would have preferred to have been stabbed. “What is it?” He asked, resting his chin on his hand.

“What is it? Logan! You just up and disappeared for two weeks!” Patton exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air. “You can’t just do that and make us worry!”

“Roman and Virgil were truly worried about me?” Logan sounded unimpressed. Patton glanced at his other friends as if daring them to answer otherwise.

“Of course we were worried, Logan, you’re like family-”

“So your ideal family is where you threaten to prohibit my breathing? Or claim that I was so annoying, always ruining everyone’s fun and curiosity with my 'boring facts’ and 'unwanted ramblings’ and 'caution’, and that it would just be better if I could disappear for a few hours? And that was just from our last fight!”

Dexter appeared from the kitchen, leaning against the wall that separated it from the living room.

Virgil bit his lip before letting out a fake nervous laugh. “Lo, you know I was only-”

“Oh Stormcloud, don’t play it off as a joke. You knew damn well how that would affect Logan.” Dexter cut Virgil off.

“Plus so many other things you two said!” Remus sang as he plopped down next to Logan, glaring at his brother momentarily. “Honestly, hearing Logan recount the argument, plus so many others you lot apparently had? It’s like none of you changed since we last talked.” Remus slung his arm around Logan, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “And Roman, reducing someone to a panic attack is low, even for you.”

Roman rolled his eyes, huffed, and blatantly ignored his brother. “Logan, c'mon, you can’t really just stay here.”

Logan glanced at Remus, then at Dexter across the room. He leaned into Remus’s embrace. “Actually, I can.”

Virgil glared, and he honestly hated how Logan didn’t even blink when he yelled. “But they’re fucking monsters! I mean, Dexter drove his mom to suicide and Remus is fucking Remus! What could either of them have that is even close to what you had with us?”

Dexter had wide eyes now, his confidence gone and Logan couldn’t tell if the look on Remus’s face was hurt or anger. Logan just stared at Virgil in shock.

“I mean, really! Neither of them could ever love someone like you, Logan, hardly anyone can put up with you-”

That got Logan to his feet, and as quick as the words had left Virgil’s mouth he was being shoved out the door, followed by Roman and then Patton(who was the only one of the trio to apologize to Dexter and Remus, and whisper his apology to Logan as he passed). Logan glared down at Virgil, and for once Virgil couldn’t come up with anything else to say.

“You know, there might have been the tiniest chance of me coming back. But now? Now I just hope you stay out of my damn life.” And with that, Logan slammed the door. He could hear Virgil and Roman argue with Patton about trying again, but it seemed Patton had convinced them to just leave.

Logan grabbed Dexter from where he was frozen by the kitchen entrance and dragged him over to the couch where Remus still sat. Once they both sat down, Dexter wiping away a few tears that had sprung to his eyes, both Dexter and Remus cuddled up to Logan. Remus laughed. 

“Remind me to never get on your bad side!”

“Hush and enjoy the fact that the assholes are hopefully gone for good,” Logan muttered, and Dexter just hummed in appreciation. Their food was burned as they had all fallen asleep, and they just ordered a pizza and opted to watch some trashy horror film Remus had rented the day prior.

Midway through the movie, when Remus had passed out from sheer boredom, Dexter had looked up at Logan. “Lo?”

Logan looked away from their television just as one of the main characters was slaughtered(Logan couldn’t remember his name, he was destined to be murdered anyway so Logan didn’t bother to try and remember it). He tilted his head as he waited for Dexter to continue.

“You know we do love you, right?” Logan smiled slightly, looking back to the TV and he leaned his head on Dexter’s.

“I do. I love you guys, too.”

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[barfzal]

the killing moon 

word count: 3,700

warnings: smut (duh), prettyyy rough stuff, choking, spanking 

requested: uh huh 

a/n: hi, friends! this one is for you beautiful and extremely kinky ppl requesting some rough pld. inspiration came from the song the killing moon by echo and the bunnymen. if you know it, message me & be my friend cause it’s rare to come across people who like that band. anyways,  i love hearing anything you have to say about my writing, and i like so appreciate all of the positive feedback on my barz piece. let me know what you guys think of this, and if you have a favorite boy that you’d like me to write about lmk. hope you like it! ⋆ mia

The coarse, callused surface of Pierre’s hand grazes the inside of your thigh; each one of his fingertips lightly gliding over your creamy skin, and under his breathe, he whispers words of admiration over your body. He lifts up the skirt of your dress and pulls it over your ass exposing it to him, and in response, your hips shift, and your back arches slightly at the cold air. “Still,” he demands; his tone was calm yet stern, and with your stomach flattened over his spread legs, you hold your self steadily in the same position he requested you stay in. One of his fingers gently runs along the black laced waistband of your panties, and he hooks it under the elastic band and pulls it back before letting it snap against your hip. Your thigh immediately flinches at the unexpected sensation, and Pierre’s other hand not occupied with your panties reaches to grab a fistful of your hair tightly, your hair wraps around his knuckles as he pulls it towards him so your back is arching deeply, and a surprised gasp slips from between your lips. “Stay still. Do you understand me?” he asks with his warm lips pressing into your ear as he speaks. His tone intimidates and excites you, while he presses a soft kiss into your earlobe. “Yes,” you sigh out, your teeth pressing into your bottom lip. His strong hand lands on your ass, and the sweet sting lingers on your skin, earning another gasp from you. “Yes, what?” he demands from you and in the same breathe you correct yourself. “Yes, sir,” and with that his hand releases your hair, letting it slip through his knuckles, so you can assume the same position over his knees as before.

Your body relaxes into his lap. He wraps his palm over the surface of your full thigh and starts to pull your thighs apart. He rubs a palm over the skin that is growing increasingly warm from his initial spank and it makes you let out a hushed moan. Pierre’s lips form a smirk at the sound you make when he grazes the delicate surface of your skin. “Good girl,” he hums out and you could hear the smirk in his voice, and his raise makes you ache for him. “Count for me,” he instructs before squeezing his fingers into the plumpest part of your ass, his nails lightly pressing in to mark the skin. His other hand slides down your spine, over your dress, to rest on the arch of your lower back, fingers pressing into the skin steadily enough to hold you in place.

His hand comes down quick but not at his full strength, and you knew he was only warming up. “One,” you exhale with a smile of your own forming on your lips as your lower stomach twisted with excitement. Your mind swirling while the part between your thighs clenches lightly. Pierre lets out a sigh and you can feel the bulge in his black pants pushing against your lower stomach.

His wide hand sweeps down harder on your ass than before, and he lets out a quiet chuckle at the whimper you let out. “Two,” you whisper through clenched teeth. The stinging sensation spreads over your skin and you can feel the skin burning a shade of pink. A splotchy crimson print of Pierre’s hand forming over the surface of your right cheek. Between your thighs, you are aching for his touch.

His hand comes down on the other cheek so hard that it makes your body press forward before relaxing back into place. “Three,” you manage to get out into the sheets with your head pressing into the white duvet. His fingers immediately smooth over the electrified surface of your welting skin while you relax into the sheets, and he lightly blows against the surface lightly to help alleviate the burning. Your thighs shift slightly apart with the warmth between your thighs growing.

“Steady, baby girl. Only two more,” he encourages you while tracing the reddening skin. You nod your head to him, and using both hands, he presses your thighs apart again with his strong grasp. Pierre spanks you now between your parted thighs, and you moan out into the sheets, louder than you intended. The lace sticking to your sensitive spot as you his fingers press into it and rub you there. “Four,” you stammer out. He mutters inaudibly in French, only catching the word “humide” coming from his lips as he rubs your pussy through your underwear.

His last smack makes your thighs trembling, and your voice catch in your throat. “Five,” you breathe out quietly. Five: it was the number of goals the Leafs had won by tonight. Pierre’s cock, now more prominent, prods your stomach and distracts you. You feel his thighs shift apart and his hands grasp your waist. He pulls you up to face him, your ass still warm from all the attention. He moves your body gracefully and effortlessly, hooking your thighs around his hips as he sits your tender flesh down on him.

You can feel Pierre’s cock throbbing beneath the black slacks, his strong hands engulfing your waist and slowly sliding over your shoulder blades as you look into his darkened, steel blue eyes. One of his large hands gradually slides up your throat and cups your chin, squeezing the plumpest part of your cheeks. His firm grasp on your soft cheeks forces your lips into a little pout that makes him smile. He pulls your face to his. “You did so good for me, princess,” he praises you, his lips curling up a bit up as his eyes meet yours. He pulls your pursed lips and kisses you on them, and your eyes close when your lips touch. You lift your eyes to meet his gaze again, and he slides his hand down to the base of your throat. “Kiss me,” he murmurs to you, and you oblige with ease. Your lips hungrily meet his, and when your tongue sinks between his lips, you feel his fingers press lightly on your throat; he did it to remind you who was in charge, and you hum between his lips in response to the pressure. Your fingers rub over his broad shoulders, and reach to sink into the short, silkiness of his curls. He groans into your mouth, and with his other hand, he reaches toward the beaten flesh of your ass and squeezes it causing you to whimper. Your nails slide over his scalp and down the back of his neck and as you pull away you watch his eyelashes lift, his beautiful eyes settling in on yours and you involuntarily smile.

His palm wraps over your cheek and his thumb grazes your supple lips. He drags your bottom lip down and carefully pushes his thumb between your lips for you to suck. While you suck his thumb he takes strands of your hair and pushes them back, tucking some behind your ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers to you quietly while he drags his thumb from between your lips and down your chin. Pierre’s hand nestles at the base of your neck and his fingers wrap around there slightly, pulling your lips towards his, “Be a good girl and take off that dress,” he murmurs to you, with his lips tracing over yours as he speaks before he presses another kiss to your parted lips. You sink back into his lap and his fingers slip up your thighs while you lift the dress over your head. Your hair falling back down, and his considerably large palms brush over your lower back, and his fingers sift through your hair while he leans his head in to press kisses into your throat.

You swallow audibly, and your head falls back leisurely while he presses warm kisses into the grooves of your neck. His lips brushing over your collar bones, and he sinks his teeth into the nape of your neck making you hum out. The sharp pain followed by his tender sucking right on the wound draws another noise from the back of your throat. “Pierre, please,” you breathe out quietly while your nails slide down his scalp. Pierre’s chin lifts along with his eyes and he pulls your chin down so your eyes meet, and his tongue traces over his lips. “Please what?” he asks arching his eyebrow while you hold an intense gaze. “Please fuck me,” you plead, your voice always took a different tone when he made you beg for him, and it makes him let out a smug laugh. “You think I’m going to give it to you that easily?” he challenges you while his hands reach up and engulf either side of your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead. He pulls himself out from under you, and his hand seizes your throat as he sits up. It is by your neck that he leads you to the edge of the bed and with his other hand he snaps and points down, telling you to relax on to your stomach.

You position yourself up on your elbows, while looking into his eyes, and he watched your gaze fall as his large fingers fumbled over the small buttons of his dress shirt. The muscles in his forearms shifting mechanically as he moves his fingers down the center of his stomach and pulls open the shirt. He watches you while he takes his shirt off, loving the way your eyes hopelessly fall to his strong, full bodied abdomen noting the definition of his muscles. He peeled the sleeves off and let the expensive fabric fall to the wood floor. Your eyes linger from his stomach to his chest until you meet his gaze. “On your back,” he murmurs to you while his fingers find the buckle of his designer belt. You shift onto your back, knees pressed together, and feet dangling over the edge of the bed. His belt slides between the loops of his slacks and he wraps it twice in his palm before lightly smacking your upper thigh with it. “Open, baby,” he demands with a grin watching you flinch. Your thighs spread open, feet coming up as your thighs shift open only partially. The leather of his belt slaps against you inner thigh harder and you gasp. “More. You know better than that, baby girl,” he says shaking his head at you, and you let out a giggle while stretching your thighs apart, exposing the wet lace to him.

Pierre licks his supple lips before leaning into the bed. He slightly raises the belt and gently smacks it right against your clothed pussy. You flinch in response; your hands grab fistfuls of the soft duvet under you. Pierre presses his tongue to your inner thigh and slides it up before sinking his teeth into your innermost thigh and making your toes curl. “Baby,” you let out quietly. Pierre releases your soft flesh from between his teeth and presses a kiss there. “You don’t call me baby. What do you call me?” he inquires as his fingers hook under the waistband to strip the panties off of your legs. “Sir,” you respond obediently and he nods his head and with his stubble brushing against your inner thigh, his warm tongue slides between your little slit. “That’s right. Am I making you feel good, princess?” he mentions at the noise you make when his tongue slides over you, and you nod your head up and down enthusiastically, but Pierre brings his palm from your thigh and slaps your pussy with just enough pressure to make you flinch. “Yes, sir,” you whine out correcting yourself without his instruction. “What a good girl, didn’t even need a reminder,” he muses as his finger rubs between your slit gently. He moves his hand to the inside of your thigh and pushes it in deeper towards you and slides his tongue into you. His tongue is strong, and he fervently licks up into your center while you melt into the sheets. Your head sinks back, and your toes curl as the hair on his jaw tickles your inner thigh. He presses a strong kiss into your clit that makes you moan out while your nails scratch the duvet under you, your hips twisting. One arm hooks underneath your thigh, making your leg rest over his broad shoulder while he pushes the other one out. Pierre’s lips glisten when he pulls away from your pussy, and you watch him purse his lips and spit on your wet pussy. “Oh, fuck,” you sigh out softly, and a smug smile forms over his lips.

One of Pierre’s large fingers begins to sink into you, and you whimper. “Does my girl like that?” he asks with a pompous smile smeared over his wet lips. “Yes, sir. It feels so good,” you let out through shallow breathes. He presses a second finger into you, hooking them towards him as he pushes them in and out of you. “Please,” you gasp twisting your hips, as you felt the impending release coming. Pierre could feel the muscles in your core clenching when you were close, and he pulls them out of you and your juices roll down his knuckles. You let out an exasperated sigh at the loss of contact, and he grins. His hand travels up your body to wrap around your throat, lifting you by the throat and pressing his fingers to your tongue. Your lips wrap around the base of his long fingers, and he groans just a bit as you suck his fingers clean. “Good girl,” he exhales while watching your lips and then lifting his stormy eyes back to yours. He slides himself back off of the bed and brings his pants to the floor with his underwear in one swift motion.

“Come here,” Pierre motions to you with the glistening fingers. His cock was solid and hard, hanging between his full thighs. “Do you want it?” he questions with a self-satisfied smirk, when he can see the way you eye his full shaft. You nod your head up and down, remembering to add the “yes sir,” to it as you crawl to the edge of the bed. Pierre cups the bottom of your chin and grins. “Open,” he whispers and your jaw opens, tongue sticking out. Pierre handles his cock and slowly he slides the head of it against your tongue. The taste makes you quiver between your thighs. With a slight grip on his shaft, he lightly slaps your flattened out tongue gently with his cock before pulling it away causing you to whimper, your hips shifting impatiently. “Stop teasing,” you whine out, and it makes him grin before his fingers return to clutch your throat.

“Do you want to start calling the shots?” he chuckles out as he lifts you to your knees on the mattress by the neck. His fingers press harder into your throat; the way his hand consumes your throat makes you choke out a moan. “No, sir,” you say with your eyebrows furrowed and your throat closing. He lightens the grip on your throat and turns you over; quickly and gracefully he spins you so your ass is facing him. Your ass still a shade pinker than usual from the spanking and it brings a smile to his lips. You feel his weight shift the bed as his got to his knees behind you. His one hand envelopes the curve of your hip, while the other hand slides up your spine and wraps around your hair. Pierre presses warm kisses into your shoulder blade and into the back of your neck. His cock gently rubs into your aching pussy from behind.

His warm kisses and stiff cock makes your breathing more audible. His fingers drag over your hair before tugging lightly at it, your back lifting to his defined chest. His warm skin pressing to your back as his hand sinks to the front of your stomach. His hand slides up and with one palm he covers the surface of your breast squeezing it firmly before his thumb and index finger squeeze your nipple and pull at it lightly. His hand slides up the valley between your breasts and wraps back around your throat. “You want it, baby? Ask me for it politely,”  he hums into your ear while pressing a kiss to your earlobe. “Please, pretty please, sir,” you manage out through uneven breathes. His teeth sink into your ear and nip at it while his fingers trace the tendons of your throat.

Pierre’s one hand guides his thick cock inside of you, and your nails sink into the headboard in front of you. Your mouth hangs open as you take in heavier breathes and exhale sighs and moans all the while Pierre’s hips rock; his hips press into your beaten ass. One of his hands rests underneath your breast, cupping it and holding it, while it jiggles from his hard thrusts into you, and his other hand remains occupied by your throat. His breathing grows more jagged and he lets out grunts of pleasure into your ear. His voice raspier as he presses his cock deeply into you. His much larger and broader frame hovers over yours, your head nestled into his chest while his heavy arm reaches over the front of you and finds your clit. His muscles flexing in his forearm as his finger rolls into your clit, rubbing it tenderly. He lifts his hand from your clit when your moans grow and you whimper at the delay in your impending orgasm. You hear Pierre spit into his fingertips before bringing them back to the wetness between your thighs and making a mess of you. “Fuck,” you whine out as your thighs tremble and your walls clench around him making him growl deeply into your ear. “You want to cum don’t you, princess?” he asks with a self-righteous low chuckle. He played the part well when you knew he longed for the feeling of your orgasm as much as you did. “Yes, please sir,” you exhale through sweet whimpers and long moans that are muffled by the increase of pressure to your throat. “Cum then,” he murmurs while he squeezes your throat and rubs your clit intensely.

Your orgasm crashed over your body. Your thighs are quivering, juices rolling down his shaft as Pierre pushes into you slowly to let you adjust. He pulls out of you, and he lets out a heavy sigh as he turns you over. Your cheeks flushed with the orgasm that left you lightheaded partially from euphoria and partially from the aid of his hand that had been wrapped around your throat. There were four small bruises breaking along the side of your neck that Pierre could see, and he knew they had been an impression of his strong fingertips. Pierre smugly grins while rubbing the tip of his cock over your soft pussy lips, still wet from your orgasm. “You want me to cum inside of you?” he asks. Your eyes, still lidded from an orgasm that drained the energy from your body, raise to finally look at your man.

Pierre’s own neck is flushed a shade of pink, his abdomen tensing and relaxing as he draws in deep breaths, and sweat rolls down his silk curls and dripped onto his chest, a single bread of sweat rolling down between the his muscular chest. The veins prominent in his defined arms, as he wipes his forehead, pushing his hair back like he would in the intermission interviews. His eyebrows knit together and you watch his lips open and hear a hiss as he sinks into you slowly and fills you all the way. He enjoyed every inch of your warm flesh like you enjoyed his. “Please cum inside of me,” you beckon him, his cock drawing out before pushing back in. You looked down to watch his thick shaft draw away and forcefully disappear back inside of you, but his hand on the back of your neck lures your eyes to him. He loved holding your gaze to push him over the edge. His fingers tangle into the hair resting at the back of your neck while he relentlessly thrusts into you. His hips rolled into yours clumsily and more sloppily. His breathing becomes more sparse and audible. He gasps out uncontrollably, all of the moans and groans he held in the back of his throat came from his open lips as he pushes his final thrust into you, and, with his cock buried as deep as it could possibly get in you, he fills you with the familiar warmth of his cum.

With heavy breaths, and sweat rolling down his neck, Pierre pulls from you, and collapses into the bed next to you. He pulls you into him, his chest rising and falling heavily, and presses a kiss into your forehead. “I didn’t hurt you too badly?” he whispers into your skin while leaving another kiss on your forehead. You shake your head and a sleepy smile forms over your lips. “I’m sorry I take it out on you,” he continues while looking down into your eyes. “I’m not,” you breathe out while bringing your lips to his. “Having a bad game doesn’t make you a bad player,” you say as your fingers comb back the sweat slicked curls on his forehead. “But I love when you take your frustration out on me,” you say with a light hearted giggle that he matches. “You’re my favorite player,” you whisper, lips tracing his and he looks into your eyes, grinning as you tell him. “You’re my favorite person,” he remarks before pressing a kiss into your lips. “I love you,” he mumbles before pressing a kiss into your cheek and resting his head on top of yours, his muscles relaxing. “I love you,” you remind him as your head sinks into the pillows under you and you relax in the security of his arms.