#auggie doing auggie things

[mortkranken-plague]

he wants me so bad (he makes me drink water and eat three square meals a day)

[sparring-spirals]

my primary understanding of what i missed in candela obscura:

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[ysrjune]

whiny sub scott supremacy another one THANK YOUUHH

today was not a good day for scott. everyone was pissing him off. Peter sent him all around campus to run his errands, jules and shelby bickering over which one he liked more (when he was a thing with them), the boys (moreso david) being annoying and telling him all kinds of stuff. it was all too much. way too much. he was so mad when sitting down at the tables with everyone. he didnt want to be spoken to, he just wanted to listen in.

"and then stupid scott SLIPPED across the grass!!" david laughs in his face, pointing at him with one hand while the other slapped his knee. scott glared at david, fighting the urge to punch him right in the nose. "saw when he dropped all those papers and crumbled them up, too." auggie chimed in and looked at scott with a smirk, thinking it was hilarious how mad he was getting. "shut up dude, it wasn't my fault. stop talking about it." scott rolled his eyes. "nah, you're a total fuck up." david said. that was it for scott. "you know what? have your jollies. im done." he shoved david off the table from where he was sitting and took off into the girls cabin where you were.

he locked the door and went over to your bed. "hey," he tapped you to take your headphones off. you open your eyes and give him a confused expression. "what're you doing in here?" you ask as he sits down next to you. he just started yapping about how everyone outside is a stupid nobody with parents who dont love them. he didnt stop at that, though. he was pissed, so he went as far as going deep into their problems. "hey, hey stop. you're being a dick." you attempt to pull him in, which he doesnt allow. "I dont care! they deserve it!" he whines. hes obviously overwhelmed.

"I dont wanna be here. I just.. I'd rather be at home than here." he suddenly lays on top of you, burying his face in your cleavage. "wish everyone would dissappear." you felt a few wet drops fall into your chest. it was uncomfortable, but he was having a moment. "i hate all of them, they're so damn annoying." he whimpers and starts to actually cry. he kept saying all kinds of stuff while sobbing. he calmed down quickly, but his sniffling didnt stop. you noticed his eyes were puffy and red the moment he looked up at you. "I got your shirt wet." he states, looking down at the tear drops, then perving over the way your shirt made your tits look good for a second, then dropped his face back down and sniffled. "its okay, it'll dry." you tell him and mess with his curls.

for the next hour, he pouted into your chest, talking about other things to get his mind off of what happened earlier. "I want popcorn," he says and groans. "but we dont have popcorn." he rolls his eyes and looks up at you. "yeah, we dont." you tell him and boop his nose. "maybe you can ask if they have regular corn so you cant eat that." "thats not funny. i want popcorn." he mumbles and pinches your cheek. "skittles sound good too." he continued listing all the candy he wants to eat. he was fine now, but at the cost of not shutting up about junk food.

@erosmutt @anakinstwinklebunny @lovethestarrs @literally-izzy @valloos @alexlovesysrjune @anisangeldust 🤫🐈

[storieswithvenus]

Future Viscountess - Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴

hello everyone!! i have wanted to write for anthony for literally ages, and i have now finally done so!!

warnings; reader being anxious, insecurity, slight allusion to smut, anthony being the most amazing husband ever, has not been proofread - so risk of bad grammar, USE OF Y/N!!!!

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

Even since the beginning of your journey back to Mayfair, you had been either toying with your dress or picking at your fingers - a clean sign to your husband Anthony, that you were extremely anxious. You had been looking down at your fingers for the better part of the last hour, your mind racking with different scenarios of you being a horrible viscountess and somehow ruining the Bridgerton name.

“My darling, look at me”, the sound of your husbands voice pulling you out of your trance, your head tilting up, meeting his warm chocolate eyes which immediately release some of the anxiety you had. “What’s on your mind, love?” his voice was soft, careful to not upset you further.

“I am so scared I will not be an adequate viscountess Ant, I will never live up to your mother. And I know the ton will have so much to say about it.” Your mouth spilling all of the insecurities you had, not stopping until you saw how his smile dropped at your words.

“Y/N, you will be the most magnificent viscountess the rest of the ton has ever seen. I have watched you help Daph with Auggie when she needs a break. You were the one who taught Hyacinth the pianoforte even after she bugged you for weeks on end to do so. When mother was needing help planning her annual ball..” his thing rubbing the top of your hand, “..you were the first person to offer help - and what a magical ball it was.” You look up and him and laugh, a smile pulling on his lips as he watched his beautiful wife laugh for the first time since they began the journey home.

You intertwined your fingers with his, you could both feel the carriage was full of love - a place where you can both tell each other how you truly feel in the moment.

“If I am being honest darling, I too am nervous to go back to being the viscount.” your eyes widen slightly at his confession, he notices your slight reaction and lets out a small laugh, “I don’t know how I am going to be able to focus on my duties when I know I have you in the house. Especially after how we spent our entire honeymoon.” The words sliding off his tongue with a smirk as he watches you gasp at his words, hitting his arm slightly, in worry of the men pulling the carriage hear your conversation.

Feeling the carriage resurface on a new terrain, you look outside to see the bustling streets of Mayfair. A sign you weren’t too far from your new home.

Anthony watches as you turn to face him again, leaning back against the comfortable seat, tilting his head slightly with the smirk still plastered on his face, “Just know tonight, you will not be disappointed with what I have planned for us in our new bedchamber. Considering what we experimented with on our private time.” You didn’t have time to react before the carriage stopped outside Aubrey Haul, the door swinging open. You watch as Anthony climbs out before you, his body then turning back to the open door and giving you his hand to help yourself out too.

You could hear the voices of his your family, all eager to greet you both from your month and a half honeymoon. Holding onto his hand you climb out of the carriage, only to be immediately tackled into a hug by Hyacinth.

“Sister, you must come see all of the different flowers I planted just after you and Anthony left. I made sure to pick your favourites”, her bright personality beaming up at you.

“Hyacinth give the girl some space please,” the sound of Eloise’s voice making you look up to see her walking towards you with a bright smile, “you might scare her off.” She pulls you into a hug, something rare for her to do with any sibling, but in her mind - you were different. Your body immediately hits her back, laying a slight kiss on her forehead, a sisterly instinct overcoming you. Your time gets sidetracked when the two of you start conversing about different topics (mainly the gossip upon the ton), both laughing at one of her quick witted comments about one certain debutant you weren’t particularly keen on.

“Y/N, my dear, i’m so glad you are finally here to stay.” The voice of your mother-in-law coming from behind you, turning to see her with arms stretched out. You immediately run into her arms, hugging her back. Anthony watches the scene from where he was stood with the rest of his siblings asking plenty of questions about your honeymoon, some (Benedict and Colin) asking more inappropriate questions which resulted in Anthony giving them the signature look of disapproval.

Anthony knew you were going to be a splendid viscountess, and from the scene he is witnessing with his mother and you, how you interacted with Hyacinth and Eloise?

He knew you were going to be the best viscountess the ton had ever seen.

[eccentricallygothic]

|| Liability ||

Summary: When you nearly compromise The Organization on a job because of your impulsiveness, your boss August Walker decides it's time for a demotion; since you clearly still have much training ahead of you.

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own August Walker or any of the other Henry Cavill characters mentioned. This is a mature and morally gray story so browse at your own discretion. Minors do not interact.

Pairing: Mafia Boss!August Walker | Hench(wo)man!You.

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, m!dom, f!sub, the relationship is probably morally gray, slapping, throat fucking, power imbalance, pet names, hair pulling, deep throating, gun play, smut with plot (I am sorry I just couldn't stop), humiliation, degradation, camera play.

Note: Oh, my God! It's finally here, first Auggie fic go boom~ 

MASTERLIST

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"You're out, do not call again." You sighed into the phone and momentarily shut your eyes in frustration as you kept an eye out through the window of the dingy motel that you crouched next to, trying to stay one with the darkness of the room. 

"Boss…" It had taken you risking your life to buy a new sim card just to get him to pick up your call. "Come on, the whole thing would have gone south–"

"You have been told more times than can be counted to not take matters into your own hands" your form stiffened when you noticed a man from a rival gang casually stroll by the motel as he pretended to be a passerby. Fuck. As your eyes scanned the area you realized that you were slowly getting surrounded. "If anything goes against the plans it is protocol for the team to regroup and–"

"Boss… The Angels…" Had it not been August on the line, you would have masked the panic in your voice with not much effort or hesitation. "T- They're here…" There was a brief silence.

And then;

"That's your problem now, Y/n" your throat tightened when he did not use your gang alias. "I told you" there was shuffling on his side. Sweat broke out on your skin. That meant he was done with the conversation. "You're out." 

The line went dead.

Your tongue felt swollen as you glanced at the briefcase you had put everything on the line for. 

Just to lose anyways. 

Yes, alright. Maybe you had ignored Marshall's order to abort the mission and fought off Shaw because Kent had been incompetent enough to mess up hacking the target car's engine in time. And yes, maybe you had risked exposure by following the vehicle. But the fact of the matter was, no one had died and the asset was recovered all the same. The mask that you wore on missions had ensured the protection of your identity and though anyone from your line of work could tell it was Walker's notorious Wraith, no identifiable features meant no evidence.

But no. 

How could things ever end that easily? 

Solo being the asshole that he was just had to rat about the entire ordeal to Walker. 

Okay sure, maybe you had to shake off cops because one of the men inside the car had noticed you following them. And maybe you had had to wait for the streets to cool off for the rest of the day but that did not mean you had betrayed them by running away with the asset or something! 

Even if you had gotten caught -which you never did; hence your alias-, your boss should have known that you would sooner die tortured in a shithole slammer cell than rat.

You bit your tongue as you tossed the phone on the table after breaking the sim card, watching the inevitable unfold before you with vigilant eyes that stung from the moisture accumulating behind them as you readied what little weapons that you had on hand. 

The growing tightness in your throat was tugging at the back of your oral muscle and your jaw was aching from the strength it took you not to cave into emotion. But you held your nose high and snorted at the rivals– enemies before rolling your moist eyes at them. You could not help but critique them even then because if they were trying to blend in, they were frankly doing a shit job. 

"Of course" you snickered as you got up and went to stash the briefcase in the best spot you could find. 

The Diablos had teamed up with The Angels and the irony of that was not lost on you. 

So it took the State's top two gangs -that were arch rivals under usual circumstances- to bring The Wraith down, huh?

Being young and impulsive as you were, you had pissed all the wrong people off under August's wing.  You had earned it through your knack for casual brutality which was so devastating and sickening in nature that it seemed something innate for you. 

But now that the affiliation was gone, it seemed everyone wanted a piece of the once mighty Wraith. 

You burst into a cold chuckle again. 

All these men just to try to take down one girl, huh?

Crouching behind the bed with your gun aimed at the door after you had successfully hidden the cause of your demise in the most secure spot you could find -not wanting your foes to succeed even now-, you sucked in an icy breath and braced yourself for what was coming. "Here goes" you whispered to yourself as you pushed your airpods in your ears and blasted your music through them probably one last time. 

For if these were the last minutes of your life, you wanted to go out guns blazing with your favorite tunes blocking the ugly out.

That, and the emotions that were trying to dominate your mind and crawl down your eyes in your body's attempt to deal with the overwhelming sentiments surging through your body like electricity. 

No. 

August Walker's Wraith didn't do emotions– 

Wait. 

Fuck. 

You bit your tongue as you cussed at yourself. You did not belong to anyone. 

Especially not an asshole who had the audacity to doubt your intentions even after you had submitted to him everything you had had to offer. 

Service, body, mind, soul… heart. 

Your true drive behind striving to always get the job done was only to please him. It had been for a long time at this point. And so yes, you sometimes resorted to undesirable, disobedient means to achieve the goal but it was all only to make him happy. 

Richer. 

Contrary to the popular belief which had been spread around The Organization by Solo, you did not do it to move up the hierarchy. At least, not anymore. Sure, ambition had been your initial motivation before everything but nothing in the world mattered except for Master anymore. 

… The same Master that had abandoned you when you needed him most.

A humorless snicker escaped you at the thought and you couldn't help but shake your head. At the end, you were just like all those foolish girls that had come before you in different shapes and forms, belonging to different times and contexts; discarded cold and teary eyed at a crossroads for anyone willing in the end.

You had gotten lost in your thoughts, eyes focused on the door but peripherals ignorant to your surroundings; the flashes bouncing off the windows and the smoke of dust and gas permeating the air outside. 

You lost track of the minutes and songs that passed in mere fleeting moments to you as you forced yourself to recall basically everything despite the agony that you felt. You deserved the torture. A reflection on your entire life and how futile it had turned out to be in the end was important. It was only fair.

A man had been your undoing, this sentence wasn't enough. But it was all you knew in the moment. 

You were so completely focused on denying yourself any tears that you failed to take notice of a member of The Angels slamming into the glass of one of the windows as he was obliterated with some 7mm bullets.

It was only when the door shook by getting kicked that your heart and body jumped alike; pulling you back to the present, your heart strings tugging. Your hand tightened around your weapon. This is it. Clenching your jaw tight, you stabilized your breathing and waited for the enemy to kick the door in. The thought of just how pathetically you were cornered made you snicker as you shook your head.

Only, when the door swung free and you went to press the trigger did your chuckle die in your throat. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. 

Your heart weighed down in your chest until it was too much for your chest to hold and it let the organ fall into your stomach. 

Your breaths tightened.

The strength from your lungs drained.

Your fingers yanked the melodies away from your ears faster than you could register. 

Almost as though your body was suddenly on autopilot.

"B- Boss…?" 

The silhouette of a seething August blocked the doorway, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each pant of his breaths as his lungs churned. When his fingers roughly clawed at the switchboard to turn the lights on, his dark, glossy eyes came into your view before the rest of him did. 

The man was covered in blood as his pistol that held a metallic hue glinted in one of his hands. If you didn't know any better you would have said it seemed as though brief relief washed over his otherwise furious face when his bulging eyes finally located you in the room. Though his face instantly hardened of any emotion the moment it happened. His jaw clenched tighter as his eyebrows drew apart from each other, the cold blue of his eyes that were livid with chaos somewhat calming down while you gaped at him in shock.

The Boss never came down to the field himself. 

You had heard it had been a long time since he had last done it.

… All you had asked was for some backup.

What were you to make of this?

How–

"Kneel" oh.

But Master could. 

And he had. 

A ghost of a smile played on your lips as you rose and walked over to the middle of the room quicker than you could think, eyes wide and glassy. Your weapon slipped through your fingers the same time as when you collapsed on your knees in front of him; awaiting his next command with all the self-respect and ego you had conjured up in the last few minutes long forgotten. 

Nothing else mattered anymore. 

For Master was here.

There was no need for you to think anymore.

All that needed to be done now was to sit back and obey without question. 

August calmly walked over to you and stopped when he was towering over you, letting out an intentionally exaggerated sigh as he propped the tip of his weapon under your chin. "Liability" he had called you that the day Gus -your mentor and guardian figure in the whole organization- had finally presented you to him; The Boss, after months of trials. 

Your bottom lip wobbled with all that was cycloning through your head but you dared not speak. 

He had a way of making you feel so small and vulnerable it melted away your resolve every time.  

"Impulsive" the back of August's free hand that was covered in splatters of blood struck across your face and your head lolled to the side. "Stubborn" now your other cheek was caught in his fingers and you let your face swing free in the direction of the slap. Master was the only man who could treat you that way and you were nothing to deny him of his wishes. 

The barrel of his gun brought your chin back to the center again. "Headstrong" as another strike caused your face to sway in the same humiliating way, the knowledge that were he some other man you would have torn your revenge for treating you like this out of him sent tremors down your abdomen. 

You could but you wouldn't. 

Because it was August; the sole proprietor of your entire existence. 

The tip of his Sig Sauer brought you back in idle position again. "Non-compliant" as you received another harsh strike, you bit back your rising ire for though you submitted to him wholeheartedly, getting pushed around had never been your forte. 

But Master can do whatever he wants, you're his for treating however he desires. 

He was worthy of being worshiped.

Maybe he was the only man who deserved such service. 

And perhaps that was the reason why your hips clenched as hard as they did each time he treated you like you were nothing but part of the dirt under his shoe.

Like right now.

August centered you again and your insides threatened to boil over when you noticed that the broken door was open wide as it swayed with the gentle breeze of the night, the gap helping the guys to a perfect view of the inside of the room. 

You. 

And Master.

Whilst Syverson and Phillips had the decency -the latter probably only because you were a daughter figure to him- to look away, Solo, Shaw and Kent watched on shamelessly as they stood clutching their rifles, ready to shoot down any potential threat. 

"Disobedient" as your head lolled aside again, you felt your cheek sting just a bit harder than the other one due to the way your teeth dug in it, the gazes from outside only making it all the more worse. 

Your eyes traveled back to Master's darker, much stern ones. Fuck. You felt hot slick pool in your underwear. "Amateur" a whimper escaped you as the realization that the others could see you so vulnerable and submissive pricked the skin of your ears. "Overconfident" besides, this very personal dynamic you shared with your boss was private and none of your colleagues knew about it. So either August was ignorant of the door or he was so serious about whatever he was about to do to you, he didn't care. 

Although, since the man had an extremely vigilant nature, you doubted the former was the case. 

Which only left you with the latter conclusion… 

This time around, your face was recentered -you were never to do that yourself unless ordered to do so- not with the Sauer but with a harsh grip on your hair. "Seems to me you were not trained well enough to know your place, little girl" he had bent down to put his face in close proximity to yours, pulling you up by the grip he had on your head to meet him halfway.

Your lips fell agape as your knees burned, shaking just a little as you tried to triumph the induced Parkinson's. It was not easy to make the Wraith tremble. But championing impossibilities had always been August Walker's specialty. "Y- Yes, Master…" Cold, shaky breaths left you as you trembled under his glare. Your loins ignited to life and you couldn't help but subconsciously rock your hips against empty air. "P- Please t- teach me, Master…" You risked speaking out of turn, determined to win him back no matter what for you no longer remembered how it was like to function without him.

Without the sense of sanity and balance his commands created for you. 

And you were not willing to relearn it.

Ever. 

"Hm" August mused with obvious sarcasm. "Or," he let go of your hair and stood back up to his full height, raising the gun before pressing the cold, bloody tip to your forehead, "I could save us all a whole lot of time and just put you out of everyone's misery." His thumb moved to click the safety off, the sound flipping your stomach in the most vile of ways, none of which were concern for your wellbeing. 

"Whatever you deem fit, Master" keeping your eyes trained on him, you went on a limb and slowly moved to crane your head backwards and let the barrel crown trail between your eyebrows and down your nose. "Thank you, Master" the silent yet bright rage in his cold blue orbs caused for a shiver to run down your spine. 

Suddenly, the certainty that you were now sure to survive the night that had kindled after his arrival was extinguished just like that.

And yet, you parted your lips when the beginning of the barrel reached your mouth, sheathing it in your oral cavity and between your cheeks, the length causing them to hollow as you looked up at him. The metallic taste of the blood spatters that the Sauer was covered in caused your taste buds to sting as it further invaded your balmy cavern and the apex scratched against your throat. You tried not to cough, breathing through the nose as your hips helplessly rocked again with a mind of their own, the discomfort in the back of your mouth bringing tears to your eyes.

You were too far gone for this man. 

And there was no rationalizing or denying it.

"Now that's more like the pet I raised" your pussy clenched and you whined softly, wanting nothing more for the still seething man to take you against every surface available in the most depraved of ways. Each one that you were familiar with. "Remembering your place already, aren't you?" His now eased up breathing slowly started to clamber again as he reached for his fly with his free hand, pistoning the weapon in and out of your mouth to demonstrate how his cock was about to defile your mouth. Though you were to never move a single muscle out of turn, you could not help but bob your head along the Sauer in a horizontal fashion while your holes clenched again. 

You had come too close today. 

It could never happen again… if your boss would even allow there to be another time, that was. 

But for now, there were amends that needed making.

"Now then, what do we say?" August nearly slithered as he pulled the Sauer out of your mouth but didn't holster it, instead letting it dangle by one hand whilst the other tangled in your hair to pull you closer to his cock. 

"Want you in me, Master…" You resisted the urge to just open your mouth and move up on it.

You had angered him enough for a while. 

"Want me?" You cowered at his faux amusement that came out as a growl due to how enraged he was. 

"N- No…"

"No?" You gulped to yourself before trying again.  

"No–" you shook your head in panic, raking your mind to come up with an appropriate response. "I- I mean… N- Need you, Master…" Yes, that was certainly better. "Please…" Your bottom lip quivered as your words wavered with a pleading wanton in them. "N- Need you."

"And where do you need me?" The lack of contempt in his manner indicated that you were on the right track. Or at least somewhere near it.

"M- Mouth, M- Master…" Your nails dug into your thighs as you tried your best to hold back from touching him.

Disobedient girls didn't deserve to touch their Masters.

"And why do you need me in your mouth?" He let go of your hair to pump his monstrous girth a couple times as he stroked your cheek with the barrel of the Sauer. 

"T- To fuck my face, Master." You answered honestly, completely ignorant of how shocked Kent was at what was unfolding. 

Usually you were much more vigilant than this single minded mess you had become, but this was just the effect August had on you. 

"Is that right?" A twisted smirk made its way on his face. "And why do you need me to do such a humiliating thing to you, little girl?" You hadn't realized that your heart was thumping until its erratic beating began to put strain on your chest. 

"To be reminded of my place, Master." That seemed to finally create at least a semblance of satisfaction and your Master allowed you the tip of his cock at last. 

"And where is your place?" He waited patiently even though his body was clearly having a hard time holding back now that your warm lips circled his leaking tip. 

"Under you" you spoke through a mouthful of dick. "On my knees" you tried to kiss it to show your devotion but the puckering of your lips caused a loud suckling sound. His features twitched. "At your service, always" something else, a hungry dark, now mixed in with the bright lividness of his cold blue eyes and he grunted before pulling you closer by your hair, trailing the gun all the way down to your chest now. 

"That's right" he let go of your hair to slap your cheek before resuming his hold on the strands, grunting at the way his cock felt the vibration of his own palm from when he had struck you. "And you better remember that the next time you want to break protocol" your eyes widened in realization and hope flashed in your eyes. 

A chance. 

You tried to respond but his cock was too far into your mouth for you to be able to let out a coherent answer. Ao you chose to hum and unintentionally sent waves of pleasure all the way down to his balls. Well, all's well that ends well, right? You began to bob your head up and down with a newfound optimism, peeking up at his humongous form with pure adoration in your eyes. 

August cursed under his breath at the sight of you so submissive and comfortable in your humility. The sheer love and devotion in your eyes as your warm cavity clung to his cock, the mass of your lashes fluttering each time your face slid all the way down his length and the way his tip brushed your gag reflex with each movement, the stubble on his crotch tickling your nose as you did, it was all too much for him to handle with civility. 

"Use your hands" so he finally allowed you what you had been craving for. You felt your pussy throb when his thick veins twitched against your grainy tongue. "Go ahead, show me what you are good for" his voice was gravelly as the Sauer slipped into the neckline of your shirt and he let you feel the cold metal against your skin. 

You gladly complied, moaning at the feeling of the weapon against you, hoisting yourself further upwards on your heels as you reached for his balls with one hand and palmed them generously. Your head rotated each time you moved in on his cock, other hand working fast to pump him each time you pulled back until you were only sucking on his tip. 

"Look at you" August hooked one foot against your knee and pushed it apart to create more distance between your legs. "Maybe you should retire as solely my toy for the rest of your days, huh?" Leaving the weapon hanging from your shirt and tucked tightly in your bra, the older man clicked the safety on before clasping his fist around your throat. "You're much better at it than the job, anyway" the corners of your shoulders jutted upwards when his cock finally breached your swallow tract and tears fell from your eyes at last in thick drops at last.

Glancing up at August with your bloodshot eyes, you darted your tongue out to trace as much the circumference of his ballsack as you possibly could. He cursed heavily. "Just like that… good girl" the back of your throat was warm and even more inviting, enveloping him in such a way that an imprint of his cock appeared on your delicate skin, the ridges grazing against August's palm that pressed against it. 

Your head was now dizzy due to the lack of air but you did not care as you unplugged your mouth just enough to wheeze in as much air as you possibly could, releasing a fat wad of hot spit down the intimidating length of his cock that you pumped messily with your hand. There was a dull ache in your scalp because of the taut grip that he had on your hair. Your lungs burned. Your ears were on the verge of melting along your brain. Your jaw ticked due to his size. Your throat stretched each time he violated its inner cavity. Your pussy throbbed for attention and your abdomen pulsated painfully.

But none of it mattered. 

So long as you got to satisfy your Master, everything was bearable.  

"Fucking hell" August groused as he stilled your head in one place to reach as low as he could possibly go down the back of your oral cavity, pistoning short-paced thrusts up and down the space to fuck his orgasm out. Your trembling hands gripped his knees as you felt a strain in your jaw due to how his sack was widening it, obediently licking and sucking at his balls to the best of your ability. 

Somewhere amidst the thrusting and swallowing, your windpipe catched a drop and you coughed, further intensifying the man's pleasure as the turbulence caused a mix of your spit and his cum to spray out of your nose before it trailed down to your lips. 

August fished his phone out of his jacket and quickly snapped a shot of your state. 

Hair disheveled, mouth full of cock, red eyes full of tears that stained your flush cheeks, thick strings of drool and his seed dripping down your chin. 

"Make yourself look pretty for me" he nodded at you with a brief glance to his cock and where it connected with you. 

The camera was still trained at you when you obediently pulled him out with a gag and cough while pumping the rest of his cum out and onto your face. The flash of the lenses nearly blinded you as you looked up in the video that he was recording now, your tongue and swollen lips glistening as you painted yourself pearlescent. 

"Now, what do we say?" August panted once you were done. 

"Thank you so much f- for giving me a chance a- and fucking my face, Master" your voice was hoarse and a near whisper as you forced it out through your worked out mouth, licking your lips to collect as much of him as possible. 

"That's fucking right" he ended the video by squeezing your cheeks in his grip until your cum covered features scrunched in the most humiliating way before he landed a last slap to your cheek. 

August fixed himself up professionally like he didn't just fuck your throat into oblivion and you submissively waited on your knees, awaiting his next command. After he was satisfied with his appearance, the man wiped his hands on your jacket before he took his gun out from between your boobs and holstered it. 

"Up" raising one of his hands above his head, he snapped his fingers and allowed you the privilege of leaning on one of his arms as you scrambled up to your feet. 

A very stunned Shaw was by his side within the next second, his ears a deep, almost embarrassed red. "Retrieve the asset" the younger male awkwardly looked at your obscene state as you wordlessly nodded in the direction of the briefcase stash. "Now," August's fingers snaked around your hair again as he glanced down at you, "let's get my estranged Wraith home" your head lolled in his direction as he began to walk towards one of the many sleek black SUVs parked outside. 

"You have been demoted" he informed you once you had both settled in the backseat of one of the vehicles. August thrusted his phone in your hand. It displayed the picture that he had taken just a few minutes ago. "We will begin right from the start; the basement" your heart dropped. Oh, fuck. You had only been down there once and it was not a place where August was pleasant in any sense. And your sadistic lover was never much agreeable in the affectionate sense anyways. You definitely still had a lot to atone for. "Keep looking at this picture. I don't want your eyes off it for a second" the menace in his tone made you gulp as the humiliating picture burnt its way into your eyesockets.

A few seconds passed before you felt August's hands slip around your ass but you dared not look up to express your wonder. "Now… about that weeping little pussy of yours…" Honestly, it was hard not to notice. The stain you had made for yourself was too dark and wide for anyone to miss.  

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A Lovesick Leviathan

Male Leviathan x Gender Neutral Slime Reader (CW: Painless noncon, inhuman reader, size difference, kidnapping, magical branding, temporarily frozen reader, general yandere behavior, minor character death, extreme violence towards minor character) Word count: 3.3k (Piece developed with a lot of input and help from @maxog3n, they also did the amazing art posted with this piece. I am sorry this took so long, but really hope you all enjoy it.)

Screams of pain, some ominous cracking sounds, and then silence.

Auggie let out a defeated sigh as he peeled the body of the human he had just fucked to death off of his cock, their pulverized insides mixed with his blue cum and leaking out everywhere.

Like the others that had died to his amorous pursuits, he hadn’t meant to kill them. In fact, he had loved each one of them and wanted them to be his mate. He carefully determined a suitable candidate, brought them home against their will, and eventually couldn’t contain his lust anymore and fucked them.

The problem was that he was not human. He was a leviathan and his massive member was simply too huge, both long and thick, and his thrusts were powerful. None survived even a single round with him.

He shed a tear as he buried his latest victim.

Then he wiped it away and immediately regained his usual jovial composure. That’s okay, they just weren’t “the one”. He had to expect these kinda snags every now and then if he was going to put himself out on the market.

It was just how dating worked.

Auggie decided that he needed to clear his mind and leave his shack for a while. Get some fresh air. Maybe he would add to his collection of items. Much like a mermaid, leviathans like him hoarded trinkets and baubles.

He made the decision to hit up the old abandoned building a few miles up the coast from his seaside abode. He did not know what the building had once been for, but he was very adventurous and was always looking for new stuff to add to his collection of treasures or materials to extend his shack with.

The leviathan definitely didn’t feel like going into town. Sure, the humans all fled and he could take whatever he wanted, but he did not want to deal with the panicked screams. Plus, he had already done that a dozen times, he wanted to explore somewhere new. And besides, the town was a lot farther than the abandoned facility and he didn’t feel like being out too late. Not with the long he had.

Auggie left the confines of his ramshackle house, and waded into the water, the blood from his previous “mate” leaving a faint trail of blood behind him as he swam up the coast towards his destination.

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You were thrilled, your home was finally starting to feel cozy. Or whatever passed as cozy for a saltwater slime.

Spending all your life in the water just did not appeal to you, the surface was just so fascinating. You had spent a little time among some open-minded humans, but you longed to be closer to the sea.

So when you found a brine filled desalination plant completely abandoned for you to do with as you pleased you knew you had found a home from which you could explore the surrounding land and retreat to should the need arise.

It had taken a while, a little over a month, for you to tidy the place up and get things how you liked it. You had decorated the place with seashells, dead corals, and current smoothed glass to make everything feel more natural. You had even covered the first floor with a thick layer of sand!

Everything was perfect.

Just when you were admiring the work you had finally completed when you heard the stomping of a large animal of some type approaching.

You peered out the window and gasped.

A huge… thing… approached.

You had no idea what he could be. You only assumed it was a he because of the giant uncut cock flopping from below the most tiny and useless loincloth imaginable.

The lumbering behemoth had a chubby build, striking blue skin, scales from his ankles to his knees and from his wrists to his elbows, he had fins where a human’s ears would be, sharp teeth, and his dark medium length hair wasn’t hair at all, but instead a writing mass of tentacles.

He came closer and closer to the desalination facility, your home, it was clear it was his intent to enter and not just pass by like you had hoped.

The best option was to hide yourself. Luckily you were crystal clear, like gooey water, and could camouflage yourself easily.

There were many steel barrels along the wall to catch water from a sometimes leaky roof, you decided to hop in, even if he peeped in all you would just blend right in with the water that was in it.

Seconds after you got in you heard the door creak open.

Auggie took a few steps in and looked around the place, getting a handle of his surroundings.

The place had sand everywhere. And dried corals, shells, and smooth glass everywhere. Odd. It clearly wasn’t as abandoned as it had appeared to be from outside.

Maybe there was a potential mate here! If he wanted to find his soul mate he knew he had to be open minded about finding his partner wherever they may happen to meet.

And whoever called this place home had an aesthetic he enjoyed. They lived in a run down building not entirely unlike his shack, they were opportunistic like he was and they decorated the place to be like the ocean from which he originated.

He was sure he would get along well with whoever lived here.

You could not see him from your current position in the barrel, but you could hear him walking around and sniffing as if hunting for something.

Auggie explored every nook and cranny, using his sensitive nose to guide him, but even though it was clear as day that someone was using this as a home he could detect no scent other than that of saltwater.

Shrugging his shoulders, he decided to return to his original mission, seeking out trinkets for his treasure hoard and possibly materials to build with.

He found some rope and used it to tie some sheets of metal to his back, but other than that he hadn’t found much for his home. Carrying these he wouldn’t be able to swim back, he’d have to walk back at a leisurely pace.

Auggie started to head towards the doors to leave, as he did you heard the sound of his footsteps retreating and were so relieved.

But it was premature, he was disappointed in his haul so he took one last glance around the room just in case he missed something. He spied some pristine barrels in the corner. He could always use a nice new barrel!

The giant invader found one that was full of water, likely from that storm last night, it was pretty hot and since he had to walk back a refreshing splash of water would be nice and cooling should he need it on the return trip home.

You panicked as you and the water around you sloshed as he picked up the container that was currently serving as your hiding place. But your only option was to remain hidden for as long as you possibly could and make a break for it when you could.

Despite not having a traditional stomach you still felt very nauseous at being jostled with every step your unwitting kidnapper made. With how you were disoriented, you could not even give an accurate estimate of how long you had been in your current predicament, what was probably just thirty or forty minutes felt like unending hours.

Finally the moving about came to a stop, maybe he was home, maybe he would leave the container outside to use for water collection, you dared to hope. But these hopes were short lived as the behemoth lifted the container up and poured it over himself to cool off, causing you to tumble out in your default humanoid shape and reflexively grab on to whatever you could to prevent falling.

Whatever you could grab was the man who invaded your home, your gel-like arms around his broad shoulders.

You stared at each other for a moment until Auggie got a slight blush that was quickly replaced by a huge grin, revealing two rows of razor sharp teeth.

A brand new romantic interest just fell right into his lap! Well, you weren’t on his lap yet, but there would be time for that soon enough.

When you had recovered from the shock of being dumped directly on to this strange blue man you pushed yourself off of him and fell to the ground with a wet plop.

You started running.

“Hey wait! That’s really rude! I haven’t decided if I’m your boyfriend yet!!!”

What the hell was wrong with this guy? You heard him utter some strange mystic sounding words before hearing an odd whoosh and suddenly you felt indescribably heavy. Your vision frosted over and you fell over. Hard.

Everything was so cold, you couldn’t move at all! You had been completely frozen, evidently this crazy man had ice magic. Just your luck.

“Don’t worry, I am pretty sure I will be your boyfriend! I liked all the décor in your former home. We have so much more in common than the people I normally date!”

He walked up to you slowly, picked you up carefully, and then placed you back in the barrel he had been unwittingly hauling you in.

This manner of being handled was… humiliating to say the least.

Once again you were jostled around in the barrel, now without water and with more pain in your newly acquired solidified form. It was so restrictive. You were used to being more free moving than what a solid being was capable of and now here you were completely paralyzed.

Once again, the trip felt like it was taking an eternity. Except now it was worse, as every second was punctuated by the deep seated fear of what may become of you when the journey ended.

You also were forced to contend with the large man’s non-stop talking.

“I’m Auggie! I am so glad we met. I think it was probably fate. Like we were meant to find each other! I haven't met many slimes before. Only a couple times when swimming and I couldn’t see them well enough in the water to bring them back to date…”

You tuned Auggie out after a while. He just wouldn’t stop talking about how happy he was and how he had been in need of a new partner.

Finally you thawed out enough to talk, though you were still too stiff to move quickly.

“What is wrong with you!? We are NOT dating!!”

“Oh~ You have such a lovely voice! I am so happy to hear it. We are definitely dating now so I can hear you talk everyday~”

He hummed happily as he continued about his merry way, leaving your objection completely unacknowledged.

“Excuse me!? I just said we are NOT dating!!”

Though the words he spoke were… demented… he said them in the same happy go lucky jovial tone with which he had been speaking, “Don’t be silly, of course we are. I already was sure I would like you based on your home and with us both being sea critters, but after hearing your voice I simply can’t be without you~ I am so sorry if I implied you have a choice!”

After letting out a defeated whimper you went silent.

Auggie continued babbling about all the stuff the two of you would do together. As your destination approached he started running, he was just so eager to get you nice and settled in your brand new home.

You grunted in annoyance as you were bounced about in your glorified bucket.

“Oh. Heh heh. Sorry, I just got carried away.”

He slowed down to a brisk walk the rest of the way.

“We’re here!” He shouted in a chipper manner. For a totally psychotic kidnapper hellbent on forcing you to be in a relationship he sure was cheerful.

The barrel was placed down with a thud before he pulled you out. You were thawed to the point of being like a slurry and his warm hands felt rather nice.

Though you’d still rather be anywhere else.

You saw his home and were shocked, how could anyone live in something like this? It was a towering mass of junk. Large slabs of metal and wood cobbled together. It was actually kinda impressive how structurally sound it appeared to be despite the building materials used in its construction.

Auggie slung your chilled form over his shoulders without warning, eliciting a startled sound from you.

He opened the doors and set you down on a rugged chair that was clearly meant for beings around your size. Humans.

How many people had been forced to accept Auggie as their “boyfriend”. Were you going to die here?

You took stock of your surroundings, if you were ever going to escape you would need to know potential weapons, escape routes, and hiding places.

But honestly you didn’t even know where to start, the building was huge as it was meant for such a large being like Auggie. And it seemed like he had the same inclinations as mermen when it came to collecting objects of interest. Though instead of valuables like coins, gems, and shells Auggie seemed to be interested in… a different sort of collection.

Mounted on the wall as if some sort of poster was a set of doors that read “Tony’s Bar and Bistro”. Standing in the corner was a surfboard that looked as if a bite had been taken out of it with a lifebuoy around it. Other items strewn about the place included a slot machine, street signs, and a child’s tricycle.

There were random items in all sorts of places.

The ceiling was no exception. Hanging upside down from the ceiling, above even Auggie’s head, were several random and out of place items. Though the strangest of all was a… parking meter? You couldn’t be sure, you had only stealthily visited a human city a couple times.

None of this stuff helped you though, and it seemed the only way out was through the large front door.

Without any warning Auggie crouched down in front of you and stared intensely with a smug grin.

“I bet right now you are thinking of ways to leave aren’t cha? Without even giving our love a chance! Don’t worry I will take the burden of worrying about freedom away!”

He held his webbed pointer finger to your chest and muttered a complex incantation. You didn’t notice it before but he had a tattoo in the shape of a trident on his thigh, it glowed with a blue light as he uttered his spell and suddenly you had a matching tattoo marked on your chest.

It didn’t harm you at all, but his wicked grin coupled with the mark’s magical origins worried you.

“Wh-what’s that…?”

“Do you like it? It’s my brand! It means you’re alllll mine~”

You gave a face of disgust.

“It’s okay if you don’t believe it yet, some people are just slower learners. That’s okay.”

Your only reply was to glare at him silently.

“You’re never leaving me.”

You chose to just keep shooting him an angry look. It didn’t matter what he thought, you would slip away at the first opportunity. You were a slime, slippery and versatile, there were very few ways you could be contained long term. And he couldn’t just keep re-freezing you every single time you bolted.

“Haha, what? Don’t believe me dummy? Okay then… go ahead…”

With a smirk he got up and went to the door, holding it wide open for you.

“Go on, leave.”

He gestured you out the door and you didn’t hesitate, maybe he thought he could freeze you, or close the door, or push you back somehow, but were prepared for anything. You were positive that the smug expression was wiped from his face as you took on a taller and slimmer shape and zipped on by before he could react.

You got maybe all of 15ft. away from the shack before you were yanked back by some invisible force and landed on the ground.

“What th-”

You heard the heavy footsteps of your captor approach from behind.

“Have you caught on yet cutie? I told you, you’re allll mine~ My little mark on you ties you to me, you will never be able to go very far.”

For the first time that day you truly felt despair. The thought you could get away was the sole barrier that had prevented you from giving in to the filling of hopelessness that now threatened to consume you, but that was gone now. You were left with nothing but soul crushing helplessness… that and Auggie.

He scooped you up and carried you back to his house laying you in his large and rather decadent bed, a stark contrast to the ramshackle state of the rest of his home.

Auggie stood by the bed and positioned your legs to hang off of it, you guessed at what he was planning but were too caught up in your sense of doom and despair to react properly or mount even the slightest resistance.

“Awww, don’t be sad darlin’, this’ll be fun!” He chuckled with his normal sense of joy and lack of care for what anyone else wanted.

The leviathan stroked his cock to its staggering full length and lined it up between your legs.

You did not have an entrance there. Slimes simply absorbed plankton or other nutrient sources through their membranes and deposited what was indigestible in the same manner, and there was no conventional reproductive system. Slimes of your type would meet, partially join limbs, and create an egg.

But that sure didn’t stop Auggie from penetrating you anyway.

Luckily your slime body was extremely durable and felt little pain from such actions. He slammed into you right through your membrane, gripping your sides as he pulled you down to the base. His blue precum leaked into your body, leaving blue streaks where it dissolved.

He moved you back and forth like a fleshlight, like you were just some toy for his pleasure, not a living being with your own agency.

You were entirely limp in his hands, just a nice gooey warmth around his cock, feeling neither pleasure or pain from his ever increasing thrusts.

No, as you stared up at him, being moved back and forth on his cock, the only thing you felt was an uncomfortable pressure. And an overwhelming sense of violation.

Finally he pushed in as far as he could, his dick drilling all the way into your head as he unleashed his glowing blue cum into you. He let out a relaxed sigh as his cock lay inside you throbbing, still drooling more and more seed into you from his huge nuts.

Auggie finally pulled out of you, his semen had made your entire body swell considerably and it turned you from clear and transparent to a bright and faintly glowing blue as your body absorbed it like food.

“Oooh, you took my cock so well and became even prettier! It definitely means you’re meant for me! And it looks like my cum is good food for my gooey little darling too~ Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to feed you plenty EVERY. DAY.”

Your existence as a slime, what once granted you versatility and mobility. What you considered a blessed existence better than being a restrained solid, was now the cause of your loss of any freedom.

Because now that Auggie was in love with a mate that his cock couldn’t kill he was never going to let you go.

[thebramblewood]

Is that a sense of closure looming? We're not finished quite yet, but things might be a little different next time we see them. 🤭

Beginning / Previous / Next

Micah: [gasps] Moonpetal? Wait until Auggie sees this.

Naomi: You do not need a cigarette. You do not need a cigarette.

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Micah: I think it's finally ready to submit.

Naomi: No human food, Porkchop! Okay, maybe just a bite.

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Naomi: Off to the publishers'?

Micah: It is. Ready for your appointment?

Naomi: I am.

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Naomi: It's just you and me against the world now, little guy.

Micah: Oh my god. I half expected him to have a little robe and scythe.

Naomi: [laughing] Shut up. He's a perfectly normal human baby.

Micah: How do you feel?

Naomi: Nervous. But ready.

Micah: I'll be here for you no matter what.

[mortkranken-plague]

what

what if we kissed at the mcdonald's in the pentagon?

[anakinsdove]

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 | 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

pairing: scott barringer x ditzy!fem!reader

summary: Scott proves you he’s not so bad, soft of.

c/w: sfw, fluffy, a small awkward moment, Scott has a crush, a little bit of angst.

discord - twitter: anakinsdove

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰 - 1,345

Scott is not that bad right? That’s a question that has been in your mind for too long, every other kid in the camp say he’s an asshole, arrogant and too much of a jerk, that he should get his head out of his butt. All of them are right.

It’s unfair… you’re supposed to be crushing on him, not the other way around, you’re supposed to stutter, not him! It’s driving him insane, that stupid smile of yours and your honey covered voice, he hates that he always has to catch you when you trip, how clumsy you are, he hates that he finds it endearing… you’re supposed to be annoying, not cute.

It’s getting harder and harder and harder to deny it every second however, the thing that he hates the most is how unaware you are of other people flirting with you!

I mean have you noticed at all how Auggie looks at you? How Ezra literally hits on you? No of course not, only he has.

“Dammnit!” he looks up from his magazine to see you holding your elbow in pain “What’s the matter?” He asks “I wasn’t looking” “You’re never aware of your surroundings…” “Hey! I was distracted… didn’t mean to” your voice gets smaller as you finish your sentence. “Oh no…” you say as you notice that your elbow is actually bleeding… it’s nothing bad, as bad a paper cut can be, but Scott wants to make a big deal out of it, looking for an excuse to touch you.

“You’re bleeding” “here” he says taking a band-aid out of his backpack “thanks” you hold out your hand to take it but he retreats “let me… you’re probably not smart enough to do it yourself” “sure…” you say confused.

Scott placed the band-aid over the non-existent wound and you smile muttering a small “thanks” he nodds. “What happened here?” Scott touches your cheekbone lightly with his fingers “Shelby opened the door… I was behind it” Scott can’t help it but laugh at this “And here?” He bops your nose “huh?”

“Why are you being nice?” You ask, it comes boldly, not the way you meant to say it “I’m not being nice, I’m being polite” Scott shrugs at this… “You’re being nice” “Whatever” “it’s nice” “Yeah but I’m not being nice I’m-“ “What’s that stuff in your hair?” You interrupt him…

“Huh? What?” Scott is taken aback when you touch his hair softly, pulling some dry leaf stuck in there, Scott realizes what you’re doing and grabs your wrist gently “I got into a fight” “With the ground?” He chuckles “Yeah…. Something like that” “You’re all disgusting” you say without any bad intention behind your words, his clothes are covered in dirt “thanks” you nod.

“When I played football… I got more bruises than when getting into fights” “I thought they give you protection for that” “Yeah well, not always works” “You should probably walk with an armor by the way… It’s the only way you won’t get hurt” “They’re just accidents” you say. “Small… meaningless accidents”

“This…” Scott starts, he was about to make a comment of the bruise on your cheekbone “This is- this…” he can’t finish the sentence he started, his blue eyes look intensely into your own, he swallows… he can’t help it but look at your lips..“what?-“

Then he kisses you, Scott kisses you, your stare is interrupted by the feeling of his lips on yours, he cups your cheek and leans in before you can react, he closes his eyes and enjoys this moment while it lasts… Scott can’t feel your lips moving or doing anything at all, he feels you push on his chest lightly, you’re not kissing him back.

He backs up slightly and looks at you, noticing that you look displeased by the kiss. “What's wrong?" He asked with concern as he lets go of you, worried that he may have crossed a line. “No kiss” you say with a small voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry" he says, backing up again "I, uh, got the wrong idea." He seems embarrassed that you didn't like the kiss "I, uh, I should probably leave" he mutters nervously.. Scott has never been rejected by a girl before…. He was really shocked by your reaction, he couldn't believe that you rejected his kiss. It was his arrogance taking control of his thoughts but, he just couldn’t understand, you must not feel the same way that he does. He can't believe that he read the situation wrong, and that you don’t like him like that. "Alright, I'll just go then" he mutters nervously as he backs away further, looking down at the ground embarrassed

You stand there in shock of what just happened… you like Scott, no- you don’t like Scott, he’s mean and arrogant and he said you were pathetic once, you’ve seen the way Shelby looks at him and Juliet and well every other girl in the world, you don’t like him, definitely, he stole your first kiss because his arrogance and ego got the best of him….

Then why do you want to run after him?

Scott walks to the bonfire, he’s pissesd… pissed at himself for misreading the situation, for liking you, because he had humiliated himself, because he likes you and you don’t like him back… he looks at the ground and behind that anger there’s sadness too…

Your legs move in automatic running to your door, you sprint in direction of the kitchen, tripping at least 3 or 4 times, bumping into Shelby, she gives you an angry look “Scott” you say breathlessly, “I’m Shelby, what do I look like him?” She says with her usual snarky tone you’re unable to catch “Yeah a little bit” you say…. she rolls her eyes and continues stirring the pizza dough, you make a quick mental note it’s pizza for dinner. “Wait Shelby, where’s Scott?” You try again. “I haven’t seen him” you leave disappointment written all over your features, leaning against the door and sighing… until you spot golden curly locks, again your legs take you to him before you can stop it.

“Scott!” He looks up from his already burnt marshmallow, he wants to be indifferent but he can’t, he’s hurt and mutter a quiet “Yeah?” You sit next to him and the look in his face switches from confusion to curiosity…

“It was my first kiss” your sudden blurt out catches him off guard, “I’m sorry” he says, “It’s just… I wasn’t expecting it” he looks down again. “Why did you kiss me?” He’s honestly surprised you had the audacity to ask, he’s not really good with words, that why he’s impulsive rather than not to. "Well" he said nervously, he didn't really know what to say exactly, "I uh-" Scott paused for a minute, and felt his cheeks get red as he thought about the true answer to your question, "I guess I just..." Your pretty eyes look up expectantly at him, waiting for an answer. “I guess I just felt something and I I got carried away” and impulse…. That’s it, there’s nothing benhind it but pure hormones.

“So you don’t like me then?” Now it’s his turn to look up at you, he’s flushed, and he’s so pretty up close, he has pouty lips, it makes sense, his lashes are long, his blue eyes look unfamiliar now, it’s because his staring is soft instead of the usual frown he has… “Why does it matter?”

“It’s important, please” he wants to look away but you hold his face and unconsciously nuzzles against your touch.. your gaze switches between his eyes and lips “I want to kiss you, but I don’t know how” you confess… Scott wastes no time in closing the gap between your lips, he holds your arm gently to keep you in place, his lips move softly against yours, it last no more than 5 seconds but it’s enough to leave you breathless

“Alright I do like you” he confesses

“No way!” You say sarcastically.

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[pangolinheart]

At long, long last, my gift for the FFXIV OC Swap put on by @sasslett and @ainyan! there were some bumps in the road what with Fan Fest, catching Covid, and then recovering/catching up on work after being at FanFest and having Covid, but I hope it was worth the wait!

This was written for @jqupohtia of their dashing OC, J'qupoh! They requested some Shadowbringers-related angst/horror related the effects of light corruption on Poh, which worked out perfectly considering those are my favorite genres to write! I always enjoy writing for other people's OCs, and J'qupoh was a delight to write for - I really enjoyed getting to know him and building a story around him. You should check out @jqupohtia's blog to learn more about him and to see some gorgeous art of him!

[ysrjune]

FWB!SCOTT BARRINGER 🌸

[ girl I haven't been writing. I miss it sm but I have no ideas or motivation, but here is the poll chosen thingy yay!! ]

sort of nsfw 🧐 MINORS.. FUCK.. OFF.. #jklol

ENJOY ! ♡

"and then she told me—" you pause kiss down his neck, making him suck in air as he tries his best to actually focus on the story you were telling him. you stop and look up at him to continue. "that apparently Ezra likes Daisy, but Daisy likes David?" Scott nods his head, resting his hand on the small of your back. "Uh-huh," he didn't care very much, but if listening to you meant you'd stay all over him, then that's what he'd do.

"It probably is true. you ever seen the way he looks at her?" he sighs, already missing your lips on his neck. "he could be the gomez to her morticia. he sure looks like a freak.. like her." he chuckles. you on the other hand weren't amused. Daisy was your friend, and you don't like when Scott makes jokes about your friends. "that's not cool," you roll your eyes and pull away from the crook of his neck. "what? come on. take a joke. I didn't mean it." oh yes he did. "yeah right, okay."

"can you just.. continue?" he asks, making your eyes light up, thinking he wanted to hear more of the gossip you wanted to tell. that was until he pulled you back in to his neck. not that you minded, but you thought he actually wanted to talk this time. his hand rubs up and down the small of your back soothingly as you suck on his pale neck. he didn't care that anyone would see. more so because nobody knew about this. outside of his cabin, you were just friends. not even friends, really.. just someone you talked to. thats what everyone else thought.

"are you even really paying attention to me, scott?" you ask him. "what? yeah. I've been listening to you this whole time." he scoffs. "I know it might seem like I just wanna.. you know." bone? makeout? definitely, he wants to, but hes not that big of a jerk.. not usually. "but I actually like listening to what you have to say. how else would I know everyones secrets?" he says playfully. A lot of people at horizon trusted you. especially the ones in your group. they told you everything going on. and who did you tell? scott.

"I just wanna feel you all over me while you talk my ear off. is that really so bad?" he mumbles as his fingers drfited down to the waist band of your jeans. "keep talking. I like your voice." he says and kisses your cheek.

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• FWB!SCOTT who started this whole thing with an argument. He was mad that you were chopping wood the wrong way. He was actually worried that you'd end up slicing one of your body parts off with the way you handled that axe. You told him that you didn't need him hovering over you the whole time and you eere doing just fine, but he wasnt having it. you yelled in eachothers faces for a whole minute. you were just getting so annoying and he didnt know how to shut you up, so he pulled you in for a kiss. then what? he kept asking for more. making out in the trails, him leaving marks all over your body in the equipment shed.. a lot happened.

• FWB!SCOTT who doesn't give you special treatment when everyone else is around. yeah, he has a little less attitude with you, but he seriously doesn't want anyone to know about you and him. hes not embarrassed, he just wants to keep it private since everyone is so nosy. But once you get him all alone, he does whatever you ask.

• FWB!SCOTT gets jealous when you talk to other guys. 《she's not mine.》 he thinks. but he just can't help it. Ezra isn't a huge problem, but auggie and the other guys.. he knows they're into you just as much as he is. he hears what they say about you when they're all in a group, hanging out. He's great at pretending he doesn't care, but he's always getting angry in his mind when auggie talks about how he'd let you do anything to him.

• FWB!SCOTT who loves feeling your hands all over his body. he acts high and mighty until you start scratching his warm back with your grown out nails. it turns him into putty. he'll have his arms wrapped around you, shirt lifted/off and face burried in your chest.

"little more to the left." he says, his tone full of sleepiness. your nails scratch right where he wanted, making him groan in pleasure. "yeah, there." he sighs. "you have no idea how soothing this is for me." Scott mummbles, kissing your cleavage.

who would he be if he said he didn't also love your hand in his pants? a big liar.

"mm-mm, stop it." Scott's hips rock up in your hand. "someone's gonna walk in." he says but makes no move to stop your hand from stroking his hard cock. "probably," you whisper into his ear. "I dont think you'd care very much though. would you?" you asked him, earning a whimper and a shake from his head. "no, I wouldn't. I don't care." he gasps, feeling your thumb brushing the slit. "oh my God, dont do that. dont fucking do that." his head falls against your shoulder. his hips stopped moving, letting you take full control. "im gonna.. hhuh," his hot load coats your hand and the bottom of his black shirt.

Oh, does he love taking you in the cold forest at night. "shut the fuck up. you're the one who wanted it." he thrusts into you at a fast pace. your legs were spread for him, shirt riding up your stomach. the way you looked at him under the moonlight was such a turn on. his flannel under you and the dirty ground underneath that. he was on his knees, fucking you in the middle of the damn forest at who knows what time. That evening you were being such a tease, asking him to take you exactly like this, but not clear about when.

so when everyone was running their last few errands at night, he pulled you by the wrist and led you atleast a mile away from everyone into the forest. then this happened. "no self respect? you're letting me fuck you over here? seriously?" he says through a shaky sigh. "I kinda like that," he smirks. "I love it, actually.. you're such a fucki–uhh!" he whimpers. "slut." his thrusts slow, but somehow it just felt better. "you're so wet, baby." his tone is higher now that hes so close. "Scott," you bite your lip, watching his cock pound into you. the way he had already made you finish 2 times. your sticky release coating the base of him. the lewd sticky noises that were made everytime he inserted his dick back in. You finished a little earlier than him, and he kept going so you'd ride out your high. luckily that was quick. he pulled out, now thrusting the tip of himself into your puffy clit. he finishes with a whiny moan.

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[theemporium]

If you’re still taking requests for Max and Trouble, what about their celebration for Max winning the championship 👀

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“My world champion boyfriend—it has a ring to it, you know?”

Max snorted, shaking his head as he approached you. He was still drenched from the podium ceremony moments ago, his skin sticky and sweet from the champagne as he carried the massive first place trophy in one hand. With the other, he was already reaching for you to tug you closer.

“I was already a world champion before,” he pointed out with a somewhat smug smile on his face. “You could call me that before. In fact, you already did.”

You rolled your eyes. “You always ruin my attempts to be cute.”

“Hm, impossible because you’re always cute,” he retorted before he dipped his head down, his lips pressing against yours and a content hum leaving your lips at the taste of champagne on his tongue. 

“Nice save,” you murmured against his lips before you pulled back a little to look up at him, your eyes softening as you reached up to cup his face. “Congratulations, baby, I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, schat,” Max murmured, eyes full of adoration as he leaned down for another kiss.

“We should celebrate,” you whispered against his lips, your voice a little lower than before. A little rougher too. 

Max swallowed, letting out a nervous laugh. “Well, the team—”

But you shook your head. “Not with the team, baby. Just us.”

He raised his brows in surprise, but he couldn’t deny the way his stomach dipped at the idea. Something quite like anticipation bubbled inside him, though there was one thing holding him back. “But Auggie—”

“Is currently with your mother and sister who insisted they take him for the night as long as we celebrate with them tomorrow at lunch,” you countered, your lips twitching upwards as your arms wound around his neck to keep him close. “Tonight, it can be just us.”

His eyes dipped down to your lips. “Just us?”

“Just us,” you whispered and nodded. “Whatever you wanna do, champion. I’m all yours.”

“Fuck,” Max swore under his breath, feeling his cock twitch in the confinements of his race suit. He almost groaned when he realised he still had media duties and a quick debrief to complete before he could drag you back to the hotel. “You’re evil.”

“You won’t be saying the same when you see the surprise I have back at the hotel,” you grinned, watching as his eyes glimmered with interest and his cheeks flushed in anticipation. 

“Trouble—” He started but you already unwound yourself from him, taking a few steps back as you flashed him an innocent smile. 

“Go on, baby, they are gonna be waiting for you.”

His eyes narrowed on you. “You’re in for it later.”

Your grin widened. “I’m counting on it, champion.”

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[lightning-iwasaki]

Since Raiden had visited him on Valentine's Day (albeit in a more normal fashion), Auggie decided to repay the favor today as he finally decides to actually go to Raiden's place in a normal fashion.

Now normally, he wouldn't have done anything in a normal fashion, but he wanted to get to his boyfriend as quick as humanly possible without much of an inconvenience. The Mortkranken student had been overthinking the gifts he had wanted to get for the first-year, but finally decided on something reasonable (what he hopes is reasonable at least).

With the second-year nervously making his way through Vagastrom, by the time he got there, he looked like he'd gone through horrible things rather than asking other students where Raiden's dorm was located.

The gift itself was rather simple, a can of mint soda and a couple of interestingly designed wheels for the Vagastrom ghoul's skateboard. They were practical enough for him to use, and maybe he'll get praised for doing a good job!!

[ @mortkranken-plague ]

*Raiden's intuition told him that something was going to happen today. Perhaps because the last days have been too boring and something has to happen. Or maybe this is a distinctive feature of ghouls? Who knows, but still this feeling was there. And my intuition didn't fail.*

*He heard the sound behind the door leading to the hallway, as if someone was shifting from foot to foot with something metal. After waiting for a couple of seconds, waiting for the sound to stop, the first-year finally broke away from his business and opened the door, looking outside with a questioning expression on his face.*

Ah... It's you. I didn't expect you to come in through the door. Didn't the local punks snap back too much?

*Iwasaki smiled and leaned his shoulder on the doorframe. He was very amused and surprised that such a modest guy as Auggie decided to come to the dormitory, which also does not have the best reputation. Can say that this is almost a heroic feat, about which ballads and legends can be composed.*

[kairoot]

ateez’s little pirates !

꒰ pairing: ateez x poc!reader

꒰ synopsis: ateez’s kids and their bios | obviously these photos DO NOT belong to me, they were just placed for example and cause I thought they were so adorable 💔💔 this is all fiction.

꒰ ateez as dads masterlist

☆. hongjoong. — nelani & aidan

nelani 𑁍 — 2 yrs

full name: nelani ayana kim

korean name: kim nabi [ 김나비 ]

nickname(s): nabi, nana, lani, mini hong, etc.

birthdate: july 15

birth time: 3:05 pm

birthplace: houston, texas, usa

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean , [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about nelani.

nelani is the first born obviously 😽

she’s a daddy’s girl 100% but still loves you

she was born in the middle of ateez’s tour actually..

but good thing it was a day they didn’t have a show

hongjoong had brought you along because he did not want you by yourself with a baby that would pop out at any moment

she’s a very lively girl

loves bubbles (don’t know where she got that from..)

joong made songs dedicated to her when she was born

she absolutely loves dancing

likes painting

aidan ♬ — 8 months

full name: aidan kim/kim aidan

korean name: kim hyeonjun [ 김현준 ]

nickname(s): ai, den-den (made by nelani)

birthdate: april 7

birth time: 6:37 pm

birthplace: seoul, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [your language ]

facts about aidan.

aidan is a very calm baby

nelani is way more hyper than him, even when she was a baby

your pregnancy and delivery with him was easier as well

he loves dancing

joong takes him to the studio sometimes

aidan actually loves music a lot

whenever he hears it or someone starts singing to him, he starts movingn

☆. seonghwa. — samara

samara ✿ — 9 months

full name: samara rose park

korean name: park saeyoung

nickname(s): mari, mars (2), etc.

birthdate: march 21

birth time: 9:26 pm

birthplace: [ your birthplace ]

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about samara.

samara and her dad are literal best friends

you gave birth to her while visiting family

seonghwa named her

during your pregnancy, he would stress over names because he wanted the perfect one for her

you would literally wake up to him writing in a notepad at 2 am 😭

she’s his little helper in the kitchen

she loves eating

☆. yunho. — dylan

dylan ᯐ — 2 yrs

full name: dylan jeong

korean name: jeong yujin

nickname(s): dj, yuyu

birthdate: august 4

birth time: 10:06 am

birthplace: seoul, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about dylan.

tbh dylan is a little more of a mama’s boy but he still loves his parents equally

yunho loves playing with him whether it’s outside, inside with his toys or reading to him before bed

dylan is a quiet kid usually

but once he’s used to someone, he’s really giggly and has a warm personality like his dad

(tbh i can see yunho having way more kids than this but..)

☆. yeosang. — elaina

elaina ღ — 6 months

full name: elaina avery kang

korean name: kang dayeon

nickname(s): el, lailai (wooyoung created this)

birthdate: june 8

birth time: 7:17 pm

birthplace: incheon, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about elaina.

elaina’s a pretty quiet baby

she’s been very close to you since birth but she absolutely loves yeosang

he still gets a bit nervous because it’s his first time

but he still loves her so much

she falls asleep on yeosang all the time and loves cuddling

☆. san. — august ‘auggie’

auggie ₊˚ — 10 months

full name: august anthony choi

korean name: choi haneul

nickname(s): auggie, bubba, etc.

birthdate: august 10

birth time: 11:37 am

birthplace: incheon, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about auggie.

his first name is august but everyone just calls him auggie (mostly did this because i couldn’t decide between august and auggie for a real first name)

absolutely loves his dad — you too of course

atinys adore auggie

san came up with auggie’s name because of his birth month and it’s meaning

auggie can be a sneaky baby

he’s on san’s hip all day, 24/7

☆. mingi. — jasmine

jasmine ₊˚ — 2 yrs

full name: jasmine mae song

korean name: song jina

nickname(s): jas, jj, princess

birthdate: may 27

birth time: 10:06 pm

birthplace: busan, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about jasmine.

she’s a daddy’s girl 100%

she’s an exact replica of her dad; his personality, looks, etc.

jasmine isn’t really hyper but she isn’t calm either

lovessss cuddling with mingi

she likes nature

☆. wooyoung. — maria

maria ₊˚ — 10 months

full name: maria areum jung

korean name: jung areum

nickname(s): marie, mo, mookie-pookie (bruh idk i found it on Google)

birthdate: december 16

birth time: 8:06 am

birthplace: incheon, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about maria.

silly girl just like her dad (no she’s just like woo down to the BONE)

she never likes to go to bed which is a struggle for you and woo

early bird

she’s very hyper

takes her awhile to get used to people she doesn’t know

☆. jongho. — jun

jun ✧ — 9 months

full name: choi seo-jun (최서준)

nickname(s): jun, juju, junie

birthdate: july 19

birth time: 6:08 am

birthplace: seoul, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about jun.

jun and jongho are quite literally inseparable

he lovesss watching whatever his dad is watching, doing whatever he’s doing, etc.

he’s a good balance between hyper and calm

likes sports like jongho, even if he is too young to comprehend it

jongho named him

[lowkeyremi]

Size You Up !

pairing: august s. x fem!reader note: i've been wanting to write for auggie for a little bit so here's a small drabble :3 content: flirting, reader is a new cleaner from canvas town, august is a huge goofball and tease, nothing is established but you both have a mutual liking for the other, fluff wc: 987

Ever since you had made your journey from your home, Canvas Town, to the Cleaners' headquarters a little over two weeks ago, a man with long blond hair has captured your interest. You've learned that his name is August, because of how often Eishia complains about him.

The two of you have not met personally yet, most likely because the man hates being rushed with his work, so he hasn't had the time to size you up for a new outfit, one fit for a giver.

Even though leaving your town was a big, scary step, you knew it had to be done, because you are a giver. Before leaving, you discussed the matter with your family. They all agreed it was best for you to put your ability to good use; destroy trash beasts and maybe even stop raiders.

As of now, you're sitting in the common area with Riyo and Rudo, teaching them a card game you and your family made up. Out of all the cleaners you've gotten the closest to Riyo, Enjin, and Eishia. They welcomed you in with ease; a bunch of cleaners did, but for some reason you resonate with those three the most. (Well... you and Eishia got closer when she found out that you have thing for her brother)

"This game's dumb!" Rudo groans throwing all his cards down onto the table.

"Maybe it's 'cause you're bad at it, Rudo!" Riyo teases, it's so easy to get a rise out of the boy.

"Not true! It's a turd game, made for turds." You take mock offense at his statement.

"So you're saying [name], is a turd? She's so nice to us!" Riyo smiles, obviously having the time of her life teasing Rudo.

"N-no! You're not a turd, m'sorry." Rudo mutters quietly to you.

"Don't worry about it, I'm not offended or anything, this game isn't for everyone." Rudo's shoulders drop and he immediately relaxes when he realizes you aren't going to yell at him. You don't know much about him or his past but you can tell he hurts sometimes, and what kind of adult would you be if you added more stress onto his life?

"Heya! I don't mean to interrupt, but, do ya mind if I steal [name] from you guys?" A loud, excitable voice asks. It's coming from behind you. It's August.

Riyo smiles immediately, (she too knows about your crush because she's nosey) "OF COURSE YOU CAN AUGUST!!! Borrow her for as long as ya need!" Oh, she's going to get it later.

"We were actually in the middle of a game, Turdface." Rudo says, and Riyo elbows him.

"He meant to say we just finished our game, so you're good to go!" You glare at Riyo, before standing up and turning to face the man you've been thinking about non-stop for two weeks.

Wow. He's much taller up close... you notice.

Without even thinking about it he holds out his hand for you to shake, "Nice to meet'cha! I'm August." His hand.. he's holding out his hand for you to shake, it's just a friendly gesture!! You remind yourself.

You shake his hand smiling, "Well as you know, I'm [name]."

After getting to know one another in the common area, he takes you down to his workshop, where he works on cleaners outfits, masks, and other things.

"I heard you're from Canvas Town," He exclaims with excitement.

"That I am," You reply, your voice is a little less confident than earlier. You're going to be alone... with this fine ass piece of man.

"Guess I gotta put my all into this outfit, huh? Gotta be up to an artist's standards!" He chuckles opening the door to his workshop.

"I'd be happy with anything you make, if I'm being honest, I wasn't that great of an artist back home." You bite your lip. Another reason why you left... what Canvas Town citizen is bad at art?

You expect him to be surprised or even tease you a bit but he... doesn't?

"That's alright, just 'cause art isn't your thing doesn't mean ya aren't good at other stuff." Your heart flutters a little when he says that. Usually, people are pretty judgey about that subject.

"Alrighty, step over there and I'll get my tape measure!" You do as your told, stepping onto a little platform so he could get your measurements.

The blond grabs a pencil and a notebook, probably to write your measurements down.

"Before we start, are ya okay with me touching ya?" You nod your head 'yes', you'd be more than okay with him touching you in any kind of way, but you won't tell him that.

He starts off measuring your height, muttering things to himself as he writes stuff down. August is in the zone as he takes your measurements.

At some point he wraps the tape measure around your chest to measure your bust. Your face heats a little as he looks over your shoulder to check the measurement. You can feel the warmth radiating off of him.

"Nice," NICE?? What does he mean by that??

"Uh- thanks?" You reply, 'cause what else do you say to that?

"Mhm," He says in response as he continues to write stuff down.

Eventually he finishes measuring you, and sits you down to talk about your personality and things you like, so he can incorporate it into your outfit.

He really listens to you, writing down every word you say and nods along, captivated by your words.

After an hour of talking to him, you two start to wrap up this little meeting of sorts.

"One uniform for a pretty girl coming up!" He almost yells, raising his arm in the air.

"Pretty?" You ask. He thinks you're pretty?

"Do ya not think your pretty?" He raises a brow in suspicion.

"I mean- I do!" He smiles at your answer.

"Good 'cause you are."

bonus:

Everyone gets annoyed when the two of you get together. Some think it's not ethical, others are tired of hearing August yell about how amazing you are for hours.

"And then she-"

"Damn August we get it, you like [name]." Enjin groans.

"Like is an understatement, dude. I love her."

©𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈 All works are written by me! Please do not copy, translate, or upload onto other sites without my permission, thanks!

[venileix]

𝜗𝜚 .River's Edge

PAIRING: Scott Barringer x F!reader SYNOPSIS: Tension is heavy between you and Scott and the others thought of a bonding exercise to help you make up. WARNINGS: first post!, established relationship, jealous Scott, slight angst?

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You simply could not understand why Scott was so mad. Raking your mind of the past few days, you were almost positive you hadn't done a thing.

It didn't take long for the others to catch on to Scott's behavior, especially towards you and anybody who tried to talk to you. So the group decided to orchestrate the perfect little getaway for the two of you.

It was a difficult task to find a way for the staff to fall blind to two students disappearing for a few hours, but the plan was almost perfect.

The next morning, the plan was put into action. The Saturday sun beamed down on you as you hiked the trail through the woods, Juliette just ahead of you, leading you to a spot she was telling you about at breakfast.

You were suspicious of her as you follow, there was no chance Juliette had a spot in the woods that she found.

The sounds of calmly flowing water got louder as you walked, the nearing river drowning out Juliette's ranting.

"Where exactly are you taking me?" Out of the years you had been at Mount Horizon you weren't very close to the girl in front of you, so the confusion hadn't left you since you both split from the cabin that morning.

"You're so impatient," Juliette rolled her eyes, "We're practically there." You didn't get the chance to respond as you freeze at the sight in front of you.

Scott and Auggie stood on the river's edge, and the confusion grows further through your chest as Auggie shoves Scott further towards the canoe resting on shore.

"Juliette, what exactly is going on?" Your voice was low, but the sound of your footsteps must of alerted the boys a couple ways down the small hill as they both snap their heads in your direction.

"Just give it a chance," The girl drags you towards the pair on the shore, "Please."

You roll your eyes, letting her lead you towards the last person you wanted to see right now.

"Nice of you to finally join us," Auggie smirked, watching the way your eyes narrowed at the three people around you.

"Can somebody just tell me what's going on?" Your chest tightened as you noticed Scott's annoyed glare on you and Auggie.

"Well," Juliette grins next to you, her shoulders straightening, "The group thought it would be good to let the two of you have some time together."

Scott scoffs, "We spend time together."

Auggie shakes his head, bringing his hand up to the boy's shoulder, "Well, now you get to spend more together. Now get in the damn canoe."

Juliette was quick to also push you in the same direction.

Soon you found yourself in the middle of the calm river across from your boyfriend, void of any paddles to be able to get yourself back to shore. Auggie said it was to make sure we actually spent the time together, or whatever.

It was silent for a while, you were stuck in your thoughts. Why hadn't Scott been talking to you lately? It did actually feel like forever since you hung out. Maybe you did something wrong? Did you overstep on any boundaries?

"What are you thinking about so hard?" Scott's voice startled you, your eyes jumping up to meet his as he sat across from you in the narrow canoe.

"Did I do something to upset you?" Your voice was quiet, and you felt small under his stormy blue eyes.

It looked as if he was struggling to form the right words as the corner of his lips tugged down.

"Do you like Auggie?" The question took you completely off guard as your eyes widen in surprise, a confused laugh ghosting over your lips.

"Auggie? God no, he's so in love with Juliette, it's honestly comical at this point!" Despite your attempt at lightening the mood, Scott still seemed ticked off.

"Really? He seemed to be real into you the other day at the bonfire," He turned his gaze away from you, refusing to meet your eyes again.

"Scott," you try to meet his eyes, sighing as he doesn't make any movement, "I was helping him with ideas for asking Juliette out."

You watched as his hands tightened into a small fist, "You were practically on top of him!"

You scoffed, crossing your arms, "Juliette was a couple feet away from us, he didn't want her to hear us!"

He didn't say anything, just flexing his hand in annoyance, still refusing to look at you. "Scott."

It all made so much sense now, Scott was jealous.

His blue eyes slowly turn towards yours again, a frustrated glare making them appear darker than usual.

"I love you. You are the only person I want to be able to know me the way you do. The only person I want to see me how you do."

That was the first time either of you had said those words to the other.

In the flash of an eye Scott closes the distance between you, catching your lips in a love filled kiss.

"I love you." He grinned into the kiss, and you would never complain about his switch up in moods in this moment.

You push him away gently, smiling sweetly as you stare into him, feeling the relief flowing through his veins.

You lean back but the sudden movements rock the canoe and in the blink of an eye you find yourself submerged into chilled water.

Hands find your waist, and as you open your eyes, the dark water is brightened by beams of light around you. The blue eyes in front of you are like a saving grace as they peer into yours.

Breathing feels like a distant thought as his eyes search your own, and with a wide, closed-lipped smile you tug his face towards you, this time it's you bringing him in for a kiss.

He responds immediately, wrapping his arms further around your waist, the cold water long forgotten as your lips move in sync.

Letting this moment sink in for as long as possible, the internal fight for air wins as you drag your bodies up, breaking the surface and separating for breaths.

The two of you swim to shore, tugging the canoe in tow.

Logically, you knew you probably didn't have a lot of time left, knowing the group can keep the staff distracted from your disappearance for only so long.

But you ignored that, instead choosing to sit in comfortable silence with your head on Scott's shoulder as you sat on some rocks on the river's edge.

With the affection from your boyfriend back, you both complied ideas to pitch to Auggie about how to win over Juliette.