#but this new one sucks and now we’ve get it twice back to back

[empyrangel]

So much for stardust…

We thought we had em all thought we had em all thought we had em all thought we had em all thought we had em all

[oracle-of-dream]

The Boy Next Door pt2

Minors DNI

Summary: It’s been over a week since Jeno met his new neighbor. You’ve decided playing hard is the best way to get Jeno wanting to see you more and more. When you finally let Jeno see you again, you’re sure things will get interesting.

Warnings: Pet names, Dom!Jeno, big dick Jeno, Male reader, hand job, unprotected sex, breeding, mating press, drinking, drunk sex

Wordcount: 2.8k

You fixed your bag over your shoulder as you shut the door and used your keys to lock the door. You didn’t have class until almost 11 am, but there were no good places to park on campus unless you arrived early. Focused on locking the door, you felt a chill run down your spine as you felt like you were being watched from somewhere… Slowly, you looked over your shoulder to see nothing behind you. Just the door of your next-door neighbors closed. With the chill still sitting on your back, you go down the stairs of your apartment to your car. When you get in, you toss your bag into the back seats and check your phone for a few minutes before leaving.

Knock knock

You look over to see Jeno knocking on your window, he is breathing heavily and his black hair is stuck to his forehead. He pointed at the window, motioning you to roll it down.

You rolled the window down enough to hear him.

“Finally, we’re willing to talk to me,” Jeno sighed.

“Is this going to take long? I’ll miss out on my chance to get a spot near my class. I don’t want to walk super far.”

“Let me in, I’ll ride with you.”

You pretended to think about it, your eyes closed and forehead wrinkled.

“Jesus, Y/n! I’m begging, let me ride with you.” Jeno pushed his body against the car while whining.

“Fine, get in then.”

Jeno rushed to the other side of your car and sat himself in the passenger seat.

Once he was settled, you drove towards the campus. Focusing on the road, you didn’t look over as you said, “So, can I help you with something Jeno? Or did you just want an Uber?”

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you, but it feels like you’ve been avoiding me…”

“Am I? Or are you just not trying hard enough to catch me?”

“You’ve been leaving early in the morning, being gone all day, and even when you are home you ignore the door. And I know you’re home. I even tried calling you.”

“Oh gosh, Jeno. It’s like I’m a busy student, I am at school for hours, and when I’m home I want to finally sleep after a long day’s work…”

Jeno got silent for a few minutes before getting the courage to speak again. “I, want to talk about the last time we got to… interact.”

“What about it?”

“What was it supposed to be? Like a one-time thing, or something more?”

“What do you think it was?”

“I can tell you what I want it to be–”

You break-checked Jeno, cutting him out of his sentence. “Sorry, what was that?”

“You came onto me, Y/n.”

“And you came in me, Jeno.”

Jeno fell silent again, trying to think of a proper comeback. Before he got the chance, you ended up getting to campus and finding a parking spot rather quickly. 

“Well, I gotta go now. It was nice chatting, I guess.”

Jeno followed you, just a few steps behind you.

You started to speedwalk, moving through large crowds of people and making sharp turns to lose him. But every time you thought you’d managed to shake him, he’d be there. 

“Oh for the love of– Jeno, what is it!?”

“Y/n, let’s be boyfriends or something! I don’t know, I liked us together…” Jeno’s face and ears were a soft tint of pink. To think this was the muscular, motorcycle-riding, bad boy type that you’d sucked off before. Now reduced to a needy puppy who won’t stop following you.

“Why would we be boyfriends?”

“Because we got something going on here!”

“We’ve only met like twice, and the other of those times was more memorable than the other.” You chuckled as you could see his dick twitch in his sweatpants. 

“You said you’d like for us to see each other again!”

“That doesn’t mean seeing each other, Jen.”

“J-Jen?” He stumbled at the sudden nickname.

“Too much? I thought boyfriends would have cute nicknames for each other.” You pretended to make a pouting expression.

“So, we’re boyfriends!? Just like that?” Jeno’s expression brightened with a big smile.

“Now that you mention it, I don’t want things to be too easy. So, let’s find out if this will work. I’ll see you tonight around 7, at your place. Then we can find out if we can be a thing.”

Jeno frowned. “But you seem fine with being my boyfriend already…”

You shot him a cold glare. “You calling me easy?”

Jeno shook his head. “No! 7 pm, my place! I’ll be waiting!” He took off before he could say anything else to turn your attitude.

Finally able to enjoy some peace and quiet, you go through your morning routine. Grab a soda, find a spot in the library doom scroll on social media until class time. After your classes for the day, you had about two hours before you were supposed to see Jeno. Plenty of time to go home and prepare for the night you predicted would come.

While getting dressed and making yourself presentable, there was a knock at your apartment door. You answered it, opening the door wide. 

Renjun was standing in the doorway, dressed in a cardigan and a collared shirt with black jeans. “Hi y/n! Jeno tells us you’re coming over tonight for game night!”

“Game night?”

“Yeah! Jeno and the other guys in our friend group get together every once in a while to hang out and play some games. Didn’t he tell you?”

You raise an eyebrow and smirk, “No, but sounds fun! I can’t wait. Should I bring anything over?”

“Not at all! Just come over whenever, some of the others are here already. Mark and Haechan ran out to get snacks and drinks, I came over to ask if you wanted anything specific so I could pass it on to them.” Renjun pointed at his phone in his hand.

You shook your head. “No, I’m not too picky, I’ll let y’all choose. And I’ll be over in a second, I’m almost done getting myself together.”

Renjun smiled and waved as he went back over to his apartment. “Just come right in whenever the door will be unlocked.”

You spent a little more time in the bathroom, double-checking yourself in the mirror. Then you walked around the hall and let yourself into Jeno’s apartment. 

It was clean, surprisingly, and orderly. There was a hallway with records on the wall leading into a room with voices coming from it.

“Oh? Someone’s here!” A high-pitched voice called.

“Is it Mark?” A deep voice added.

“No, there’s no way they’re back that fast.” You heard another voice.

You saw a buff man in a sleeveless shirt with dark brown hair and black pants come out of the room.

He looked you up and down with an eyebrow raised. “And who might you be? I think you’ve got lost, but we’ve got space here if you wanna stay.”

You shook your head, trying to not look too hard at his pecs peeking from his shirt. “I was invited. I’m y/n.”

He opened his eyes wide in surprise. “Oh! You’re y/n!” He stepped forward and pulled you in for a hug, which was warm and tight. “I’m Jaemin, I’ll introduce you to the others.”

“Where’s–” 

“He’s still getting ready,” Jaemin turned and winked at you. He told me he was looking forward to meeting you at 7 tonight. He’s my best friend but he won’t even tell me anything about you, so I hope we get close tonight.” Jaemin’s voice was soothing and smooth like he wanted to help slide you off your feet and into his bed. He led you into the living room where three others were waiting. “That’s Chenle, Jisung, and I’m sure you know Renjun.”

You greeted the two new faces.

“I’m Chenle!” Chenle’s voice was loud and high-pitched, which was not expected from his face facial features. He has black and red hair, and wore slacks with a tucked white button-up. 

“You a business major?” You pointed at his outfit.

“Yeah, family business. As in, my family funds the Business major program.”

You raised your eyebrows and turned your attention to the other man.

“I’m Jisung,” Jisung was the opposite of Chenle, he spoke softly but his voice was very deep. He had very kiddush features with a knit black and white hat with cat ears, a New York hoodie, and ripped jeans. “I dance.”

You nod, “that’s cool. Dancing is cool. I dance a little.”

Jisung’s eyes glowed for a moment. “Y-Yea… We should dance together sometime, or whatever.” 

You could tell her didn’t mean, “or whatever,” he wanted to dance with you.

The two of them both seem interested in you but are also pretty close to each other. You knew it would be interesting to learn about what’s going on with them later.

Renjun leaned in, trying to speak softer. “So, what’s the deal with you and Jeno?”

You raised an eyebrow. “The deal?”

The others murmured in agreement. 

“Jeno seems to be making a pretty big deal that you were coming tonight, telling us not to say anything too embarrassing.”

“Does this count as embarrassing?” You asked.

Jaemin shook his head. “It doesn’t count when he’s not here. He can’t be embarrassed by what he doesn’t know is happening.”

“I can hear everything, and it is embarrassing!” Jeno’s voice came from a room around the corner as he came into the living room. You turned to get a tasteful look at his outfit, it looked like he’d taken some serious time to clean up. Jeno neatly brushed his hair into a middle part. He was wearing a sleeveless leather jacket, a black crop top, and dark denim jeans with a black belt. He was wearing his pants low on purpose to show more of his toned stomach, small waist, and the waistband of his underwear.

He approached you, “I’m so glad you could make it.”

You dryly chuckled, “Well, I said I’d be here, right?”

He nodded happily. Instinctively he reached for your hand as he moved into the living room. You let him take your hand and walk you to one of the couches so you could sit next to him. He sat first and scooted as you sat down so you landed on his lap.

You turn to him, “Really?”

He had a silly smile plastered on his face, as he felt all his friends examining him and his guest.

Renjun cut in, “Well, Mark and Haechan will be here soon. Let’s chill and we can hang when they get here.”

Eventually, the last two guys show up, Mark and Haechan are attached at the hip. Probably a couple, and if not then it was only a matter of time. After getting settled, everyone started to enjoy the night of eating, gaming, and drinking together. Before you realize it, you end up getting into a drinking game with Jaemin and losing badly. Renjun had to call the competition as it was getting late and people were beginning to pass out. Jisung and Chenle cuddled together on the couch. Jaemin started cleaning up the mess. Mark moved Haechan to sleep in his room before helping clean up. Renjun was the only one who didn’t drink since he didn’t like the taste of alcohol, so he was taking care of everyone. 

You could still understand everything going on, but you were drunk. 

Jeno was only focused on you. “Do you need anything, water or something?”

You shook your head. “Nah, I think I’ll just head home.”

Jeno grabbed your hand gently. “You could also… stay in my room. We never really had that talk, remember?”

You smiled at Jeno. “You want me that badly, that you’d even take advantage of me being drunk?”

Jeno shook his head furiously. “I’d never do that!”

You chuckled as you threw yourself into his arms. “Okay, I’ll stay in your room then. But you’ll have to carry me.”

Jeno picked you up bridal style without a second thought. “I’m going to go put him to bed now.”

Renjun winked at Jeno, “Just make sure to not make too much noise.”

Jeno blushed. “It’s not like that!” He carried you off into his room before Renjun could tease him anymore. He carried you with one hand, as you wrapped your arms around his neck so he could open his bedroom door. Gently, Jeno laid you onto his bed on your back. You looked up at him as he hovered over you.

“Do you wanna kiss?” You asked softly.

Jeno locked eyes with you. “Like so badly. But you aren’t in a good state of mind, we shouldn’t do anything that could lead to that…”

You sighed. “Jeno, you wanna be my boyfriend?”

Jeno nodded.

“Then fine, we’re boyfriends.”

Jeno hugged you tightly, putting his body weight onto you. You felt every part of him as his crop top slid up his torso while he hugged you. 

“Now that we’re boyfriends, we can kiss and whatever.” 

Jeno pulled away, “are you sure that’s what you want?”

You pulled Jeno into the bed and rolled on top of him. His face was initially shocked but moved into awe while he stared at you slip your shirt off. You pick up his hands and place them on your hips, and he takes the signal to let his hands run across your body. You slowly swing your hips, pressing your ass against his clothed cock. 

“It hurts…” Jeno moaned.

You stopped. “I’m hurting you?” 

“No! No, please don’t stop!” Jeno squeezed your hips and moved you the way he wanted. "Mo-more please." He pleaded.

You let your hand slip under his waistband and into his boxers, making direct contact with his cock while you kiss him. You started moving your hand up and down his cock, his hips fucking into your hand. Your body starts to stick as you get faster. 

Jeno throws his shirt aside before coming back to kiss you across your chest, stopping to focus on your nipples. 

You slide down his body, his legs hanging off the bed as you start to unzip his pants and take his belt off.

“Let’s not get too carried away with a head this time?” Jeno laughed.

“You couldn’t handle head and this ass.” 

“I totally could–”

You kiss him again as you slide his underwear and pants off, he does the same to you.

“Hold on, I’ll get rubber.” Jeno lifted you, but you didn’t let him put you down.

“You can skip if you want.”

Jeno looked you in your eyes. “Sex and it’s raw? You’re crazy… and now you’re all mine too.” He slips his finger into your ass which slips in with no resistance. “You came ready for me?”

“Of course I did.”

“So you always meant to be with me?”

“Well duh.”

Jeno laid you on the bed with your legs in his hands as he held your ankles. He climbed on top of you and slipped in his fat cock. He slammed his body into yours with power and sleep, he smirked as he watched your face change from pain to pleasure. Each mean stroke was deep and hard, making you some at a brutal pace. The sounds of skin-on-skin slapping were so loud, Jeno’s grunts mixed with your moans. 

“Am I too big for you baby? You were so confident I wasn’t the one who could handle you. Jeno kisses you again while still fucking you, your body was overloaded with sensation. Your toes scrunched, your legs shook, and you even started drooling uncontrollably. “Cum for me, do it now!” 

Your whole body reacts to his command as you cum so hard you shoot onto your face. You’re body tenses, mostly your ass, making Jeno fuck you through your orgasm feel even better. 

Jeno flipped the two of you over so that he was on the bottom and lifted you up and down onto him, fucking you like a fleshlight. Your hands were holding his pecs for balance, nails scratching him. 

“Please, baby, cum soon. I can’t take much more…” you begged.

That was all that Jeno needed to have one of the strongest orgasms he’d ever felt. He held you down as he pushed himself as deep as possible, shooting into you. Your brain was blank, your body was acting on instinct; hole clenching repeatedly to milk Jeno, your head was thrown back, and your eyes were sealed shut.

Jeno gently helped you lay down on the mattress. “You going to be okay?”

You mumbled back, “I don’t know if I can get up…”

“I can carry you to the bathroom.”

“Don’t bother… Just keep it in me, I’ll deal with it later.”

Jeno moved, pulling out slightly, and it made you almost scream like crazy.

“I told you–”

“I know, I’m sorry baby. I couldn’t help myself. I won’t leave.” Jeno moved back into you, leaving his warm cum and his cock inside of you as you fell asleep. “Goodnight, baby…”

[saphronethaleph]

Stare Decisis

“All right, that’s all the spells I can think of,” Hermione said, lowering her wand and inspecting their new camp in the Forest of Dean.

“Which probably means there aren’t any spells left to cast,” Ron noted, wincing. “Ow. I hate splinching… so, uh. What do we do now?”

He frowned. “You know, we’d better win at this point, right? Because I bet Hermione could pass exams anywhere in the world, but you and me, Harry, we’re comparatively buggered.”

“If we don’t win we’re absolutely buggered, not just relatively,” Harry replied, groaning. “So, we’ve got a horcrux… now we need to destroy it, right? And find the rest.”

He looked up at Hermione. “How do we destroy them?”

“We need to use something powerfully destructive, powerful enough to break the magical protections on the horcrux,” Hermione replied, considering the locket they’d retrieved at such peril. “Unfortunately, there aren’t many such powerfully destructive kinds of magic – the only one we know is basilisk venom.”

“Oh, we’re fine, then,” Harry said, relieved. “Sidney can help.”

Both his friends looked at him in some confusion.

“...Sidney?” Hermione asked, eventually.

“Yeah,” Harry agreed.

“Who’s Sidney?” Ron said. “Is he one of your cousin Dudley’s mates?”

“What?” Harry asked. “No. Why would my cousin be friends with a basilisk? You’ve met him.”

“Have I?” Hermione asked. “I don’t think I have. If I did, it was so brief I don’t remember it.”

“I think we need to go back and start this conversation back at a bit where I understood what was going on,” Ron suggested. “I hate splinching. What do we do now?”

“Sidney,” Harry said, firmly. “Sidney is the solution to all our problems.”

He rethought.

“Sidney is the solution to some specific problems, one of which we have right now.”

“Who is Sidney?” Hermione asked. “Please, let’s not get distracted.”

Harry rummaged in his pockets, paused, rummaged in a different pocket, and pulled out a small red and gold bag.

“Alohomora,” he said, touching his wand to the knot, and it unravelled in a trice. “I still love that I can just do that instead of spending a minute undoing it.”

Smiling slightly, he pulled open the bag, and poured out approximately six inches of greenish snake.

The snake hissed slightly, mumbling something about nap time, and rolled over.

“...Harry?” Hermione said, slowly. “Is that a basilisk?”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed.

“Why?” Ron said, not unreasonably.

“Well, I had this idea,” Harry explained, making sure not to look at the serpent in question while actually talking. “See, after I had to kill the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets I got to thinking about how it actually really sucks that there was someone a thousand years old in the school and I had to kill her, and also how actually there can’t be someone who’s just evil because of how they’re born, because there can’t be someone who’s just good because of how they’re born either, and I know people in the magical world think snakes are evil but they’re clearly wrong because the first snake I ever met just wanted to visit his homeland.”

Hermione and Ron looked at him, then each other, then back at him.

“You realize that’s enormously illegal, right?” Ron said, in an interested voice.

“Yeah, I didn’t tell anyone at first because of that, but at this point what’s one more crime?” Harry asked. “I’m already guilty of Being Harry Potter in the first degree.”

He stroked Sidney’s spine with a fingertip, then glanced up. “And, honestly, he’s been kind of helpful in my not going completely insane once or twice.”

“Not going completely insane?” Ron asked. “So, um, how come this Sidney is still alive, anyway? Hagrid’s got his cockerels back.”

“Silenced bag,” Harry explained. “It’s got a warming charm too, he likes it in there. I’ll probably have to get a bigger one or expand the inside in a decade or three.”

“...um,” Hermione said. “I was actually hoping for this topic to come up, but how old is Sidney?”

“About… four?” Harry said, frowning. “Yeah, he turned four not long ago. He’s a lot smarter than a human four year old, I assume, I haven’t actually met many of them but he’s better conversation than I was at eleven.”

“Oh, I see,” Hermione realized. “Didn’t you say the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets was fifty feet long?”

“Easily that!” Ron said. “I don’t see.”

“Fifty feet long, but nearly a thousand years old,” Hermione pointed out. “So that’s about twenty years a foot.”

“Say what you like about Salazar Slytherin, but he was a long term planner,” Harry noted. “Though he did hatch out at about four inches… all right, sleepyhead, wake up!”

Sidney mumbled something, burrowing into his own coils.

“Can’t basilisks kill you with their gaze?” Ron asked. “I assume you’ve got some kind of answer for that, just saying.”

“Yeah, at this point a prolonged staring match causes a headache,” Harry replied, as Sidney finally accepted that he wasn’t going to get back to sleep any time soon and yawned. “Hey there, mate. Got something for you to bite, it’d be a real help.”

“You’re sure it’s okay?” Sidney asked, tilting his head and yawning again. “Because I remember you were quite firm about the rules.”

Harry nodded.

“I know,” he agreed. “This is an exception because it’s a bit of the soul of that person who tried to kill me about… it’s got to be at least a dozen times by now.”

“Oh, that’s probably all right, then,” Sidney decided.

“Hagrid is going to love this,” Ron said, as Harry held out the locket and Sidney gave it a determined nibble. “Once you tell him, anyway.”

There was a sharp crack, and a kind of black mist flew out of the locket before dispersing.

“Ew,” Sidney said, doing the snake version of making a face. “How many more pieces are there? Because that didn’t taste very nice at all.”

“There might be a few more, but not many,” Harry said. “Want to go back and have a nap, or meet my friends?”

“If you’re being open about my existence, why not?” Sidney said, flicking his tail in something like a shrug, then coiled up into a little spiral.

“I’m almost sure I recognized one of those words,” Ron muttered.

Hermione was already on her second page of notes.

(so I saw a post about something similar to this, and decided to one-scene snippet it)

[ladyveronikawrites]

I'M YOURS TO KEEP, SO SINK YOUR TEETH INTO ME 18 + (Chris Motionless x Nicholas Ruffilo)

Friends in Sin Kinktober 2024

Motionless in White Kinktober 2024 - DAY ONE

🥀For @ao3userfeistycadavers Friends in Sin Kinktober 2024 Collection

-crossposted on wattpad

🥀Pairing: Vampire! Chris Motionless x Vampire! Nicholas Ruffilo

🥀Summary: In this dystopian regency tale, Christopher drags the prince to the city for a night of fun and fright.

🥀Content warning: Supernatural Au, breath play, blood drinking, blood sharing, blow jobs, use of magic,

🥀Author's note: Title comes from Blessthefall's 'Drag Me Under". Story inspired by N. Dune's "Within Her Magic". Shout out to @nerdraging4point0 for being my lovely beta reader💜pics of inspiration (all sfw) chris // nick // the twins 💜Dividers by @saradika-graphics

🥀 word count - 2k

Nicholas groans as he rolls out of bed. Peering up at the setting sun and rubs his eyes warily, a yawn overtaking his whole body with a stretch. He doesn’t know how long he’s been cooped up in his father’s mansion- a punishment for the lack of an heir - but what his father doesn’t know is how he’s been intentionally making himself infertile from a concoction of magical herbs. Nick is tired of his family's traditional bullshit. 

He dresses quickly in ripped jeans and a tight black cotton turtleneck shirt his secret boyfriend stashed for him in the depths of his walk-in closet. After sliding on a pair of boots he’s only worn twice in his life, he drapes himself in a long leather trench coat his boyfriend insisted he wear tonight.

Nick sighs deeply, rolling his eyes as he sends a silent prayer to the void that this night doesn’t go horribly wrong, and he jumps out of the window.

In his bat form, it doesn’t take him long to reach the edge of the city when he knows his boyfriend will be there. They've done this before, but not this risky yet Nick doesn’t have a fuck to give anymore. 

He shifts back into his human body, hair loose and wild against the cool breeze surrounding him. For a heartbeat- if he had one - he drinks in his lover’s appearance and smirks. 

“Fuckin dork,” Nick huffs a laugh, gripping the collar of his love’s coat to pull him into a deep kiss. It’s slow and unhurried, a wet tongue sliding between a pair of lips where they exchange hot breaths and hushed moans. Cool metal brushes against his skin when sloppy kisses mark his cheek and trail down his jaw. 

“We should go, Christopher,” Nick mumbles. The lips pressed against his throat suck an annoyed mark onto his skin. “Seriously,” his voice is flat with an edge of irritation. 

“Relax babe,” Chris whispers hotly in his ear. “We’ve got all the time in the world.” Chris ignores Nick’s request as he continues to pepper kisses on his tattooed skin.

“What if he finds out?”

“I’ve missed you so much,” Chris whines ignoring Nick’s concern, grabbing his lover's hand he whisks them away into the neon city lights.

Nicholas still gets nauseous when Christopher takes them at supernatural speeds, despite them traveling this way almost daily. He wretches behind a large burning metal canister in the dank alleyway, wiping his mouth with his hand, he swallows down more bile. 

“You ok, my love?” Chris asks caressing Nicholas’ cheek which flushes against his touch. 

“I’m fine,” he scoffs pulling away, attempting to hide his embarrassment but he knows Chris sees right through it. 

“C’mon, let’s go dance until the sunrises.” Chris winks, lifting Nicholas’ hand to press gentle kisses to each knuckle.

At the bar, Nicholas settles his stomach by tossing back some bright fluorescent blue liquid Christopher thrust into his hand before disappearing onto the dancefloor. He knows that any minute now, Chris will be returning to drag him to the dancefloor. It’s their usual song and dance; literally, at least once a month when the moon is at its fullest, he takes the chance – when the neighboring territories get restless – Christopher finds them a new spot to get lost in. He knows it's only a matter of time before the King finds out, but he doesn’t care. 

What could possibly be worse than living a lie anyway? 

The glass hardly makes contact with the granite bar top before Nicholas feels himself being dragged away from the booth.

“Darling, you will just love what I have found.” Nick’s eyes go wide when the crowd parts for two very beautiful beings. The neon strobe lights cast an ethereal halo around them. His fangs lengthen on instinct alone and he wills himself to calm down. Feeding may be one of the reasons Chris brought him out tonight – to help him gain strength from all the diluted blood from the hospitals and magical elixirs.

Ever since the slow decline of the human race, supernaturals have expanded across the territories to restore the earth from the poison of overconsumption and overpopulation. The lush green forests Nicholas would run wild in as a youngling were quickly bulldozed and destroyed to be turned into infrastructures for the new city. He watched as the world went from bright green and clear skies to cold concrete and gray. Small aspects of the old world still remain in these long-forgotten cities. 

“Wow,” is all Nick can muster as his brain filters through the loud electronic synth and the dense air around him. He barely registers the bodies dancing and grinding around him – his attention fixed on them. It’s their alluring scent that hits him first as they approach him, both blonde with clear blue eyes and light-tanned skin that has seen more sun than he has. But they don’t have the typical scent of other occult. 

Human. 

Nicholas stands frozen in time as the female approaches him with her simple long white dress and long pin-straight tresses. It’s carefree and unhurried as if she wasn't afraid of being prey tonight, even though she is. With outstretched arms, she pulls the tinted glasses from his eyes causing him to blink a few times. Her skin is clear of ink, branding, or other indication of being owned.

“You have gorgeous eyes.” She smiles as she places them on her face before turning her petite frame and grinding up against him. Nicholas doesn’t stop the groan that settles deep in his throat. Her body pressed up against his feels so– 

Suddenly large warm hands grip his hips as a solid chest presses against his back. Nicholas tenses to the unfamiliar touch as the scent overwhelms him. 

The male. 

“Relax little prince,” his male’s soft sultry voice sends a shiver down his spine. “Your hottie already threatened to rip us into pieces if we misbehave.” The male doesn’t stop his teasing when he trails kisses down Nick’s jaw and the exposed skin about the turtleneck. Nick leans back into him craving more of his touch. He feels something warm like static electricity hovering over his skin, pulling him in, enticing him to slide his hands over the female in front of him. 

“It’s ok, just a little magic. But we aren’t controlling you — just enhancing your mind to what you already desire.”

“Looks like you all are having some fun.” A deep chuckle rumbles from behind him. Nick’s eyes jolt open when fingers grip his chin. When he meets his lover’s eyes, he finds them darkened to onyx and shimmering in lust. Pressure deepens around his jaw as Chris pulls Nicholas from the twins and into his embrace. Chris leans down and sucks Nick’s lower lip between his teeth. Nick presses his hands against Chris’ chest, as Chris threads his fingers through his hair, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss. The world around them slows as the two share a heated moment that leaves them both a little breathless.  

When the two ancient vampires' part, Christopher guides the group to the back where there’s a scattering of leather sofas. The vampires discard their coats onto an empty seat, and then Nicholas turns to the female. The most beautiful sound comes from her parted lips when Nicholas drags her onto his lap. 

“What’s your name, human?” he asks softly, tucking a loose strand of her bright starlight hair behind her delicate ear.

“Daphne, your Highness.” Nicholas watches as she lowers her gaze in submission. 

Being the royal outcast, most pay no mind to him – which he prefers – yet this subtle act has him completely and utterly flustered. “Don’t worry my prince, I will take excellent care of you,” she leans over to whisper in his ear. 

He feels the gentle pull of magic relax him as he leans back and puts his arms around her waist. As she grinds against him, she peppers sweet kisses to his cheeks and jaw. He gasps when she sucks at the delicate skin of his throat, pressing herself harder against his erection. Instantly his fangs extend, and he can’t help when he yanks at her strands pulling her away. 

Getting the hint, she stretches her neck long and his vision focuses on the tender flesh of her throat, a small vein pulses in time with the music surrounding them. Nicholas wraps his strong arms around her, holding her tightly. Inhaling her sweet scent, he drags his nose across the bare skin, and it pebbles instantly. She shivers gracefully and a small moan tumbles from her lips when he kisses and licks at the crook of her neck.

“May I taste you?” He practically moans against her skin, his lips grazing the large vein on the side of her neck. “Please,” he whimpers sucking in a sob.

“Of course, your Highness.” She gasps when his fangs scrape at first, then her body melts into his with a soft moan when he pierces her skin. Her blood tastes of petrichor, of the lost forests, before the humans depleted the earth. The magic in his veins yearn for her, for the land before time. 

Feverishly, he digs his nails into her hips, grinding against her as he takes another pull of her blood. He’s so close to climax it’s almost painful. It’s then he hears the male moan beside him jolting him from the trance. 

Daphne sighs softly when he detaches his mouth from her. Nicholas wipes his mouth on the back of his hand ready to excuse himself to wash away the blood but when he looks down, his brows burrow. Where red usually lies is an unusually clear substance. He looks over to Daphne and his mouth drops open. Her clear blue eyes are now bright green, her ears are pointed, and the wound on her neck is now healing. 

Fae.

Nicholas tenses, eyes alert despite the edges of his vision darkening. 

“Nick, it’s alright,” Chris’ words slur slightly. “They are here to serve us.” Serve us? “Your father-” Nick turns to find the male silencing Chris with a kiss. He watches as Chris yanks at the blond, bringing his lips to the pale column of his neck. Chris flicks his gaze up to Nick before sinking his teeth in. The male’s mouth slacks into a perfect ‘o’ shape and his eyes roll back. The sight only has Nicholas aroused all over again. 

In a blur, Nicholas finds himself being pinned to the couch by the throat. Chris has always been one to be a little reckless, especially in public because of his exhibitionistic nature. Nick will gladly let him be the center of attention if that means he can sink into the shadows. 

“You good?” Chris pants, grinning wildly. Nick answers with a wicked grin, digging his nails into Chris’ hips and thrusting up into him. The friction against his jeans isn’t enough and it’s driving Nick feral. Chris leans down capturing his moan in between his lips. In the corner of his vision, he sees Daphne fall to her knees and the male stands behind her pushing her hair over to the other shoulder to offer her neck once again. Chris spears his lips apart with his tongue as he grinds against him. 

“Open up, darling,” Christopher commands and Nicholas obeys. Chris turns to the female and doesn’t hesitate when he bites down on her neck. She moans loudly and starts to shake, but the male clamps his hands on her shoulders to keep her steady. He detaches himself from the girl and spits the fae blood into his lover’s mouth. 

Nicholas swallows every bit, the magical blood instantly setting his veins alight. It’s all tongue and teeth this time when they kiss. Suddenly, there’s heat around his neck and it’s hard to breathe — Christopher’s element of air. Nick whines when they part, but only for a second when Chris pulls him from his jeans. He sucks him down fast and in no time at all Nick is shooting hot cum in the back of his throat, panting for air. Chris dutifully licks and sucks him clean - releasing his magic –  before crawling back and pressing a chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

“That…was…amazing,” Nick pants. “Where did the twins go?” 

Christopher gently pulls Nicholas upright and wraps his arm around him. “Probably to get a drink or dance.” Melancholy grips at Nick’s stomach briefly. He nuzzles himself against Chris as his senses begin to dull. “We will see them again,” Chris promises. “Now let’s get you home before the King finds out.” 

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Siyeon’s Office Slut pt. 3

The picture was not from my favourite episode of dc mind, but the suits made it really pleasant. (actually when typing it i got a new prompt already based on how siyeon’s behaviour was during the last dc mind episode, the drinking episode ;))

Also dc comeback is soooon, my birthday is on the 10th of july and since i don’t have a lot of friends and the ones i do are not in the country due holidays im feeling kinda alone during that day but luckily dc decided to give me a gift <3

Also changed the title to siyeon’s office slut!

Siyeon decided to give you some hard thrusts. Fuck you didn’t imagine to be dry humped by your collegue within a few weeks. It felt so good that you accidentely moaned once. Siyeon pushed two fingers roughly in your mouth and whispered “shut the fuck up bitch, this is not the place to be a moaning mess”. And fuckk those fingers felt so good in your mouth so you decided to suck on it. “Fucking slut my fingers are not even 5 seconds in your mouth and you already sucking on it, i would love to see what will happen if i actually put my dick inside you. Bet you have a kink to give me head when im working behind my desk”. Ugggh the dirty talk of siyeon made you so wet you were afraid that there was a wet spot on your skirt. However the machine was done with the coffee so unfortunately siyeon let you go with one spank and returned to her desk.

When you arrived you already got a new mail. “You were so fucking drenched, so good luck working today while feeling all soaked up you nasty slut” .You were so horny that you couldn’t even think of an answer anymore. You decided to leave it for now.

The day went by and you actually managed to finish all the tasks. You looked at the time and see that your meeting with siyeon was within 5 minutes. So you decided to go the arranged room siyeon sended you the number since she reserved the room. Actually you were so busy that you didn’t notice siyeon was not sitting behind her desk, probably already in the room. You still didn’t really knew the building well, the level was not busy at all and the room was at the end of the aisle. Most rooms have a lot of windows but this one didn’t had any at all, for a reason?

You decided to knock on the door and you heard a voice asking who was in front of the door. When you said you name you heard the room door opened. The door opened and you say siyeon having her blouse half open already. Siyeon took her place back at her seat and manspreaded and tapped her thigh twice. “Come sit on my lap darling we’ve got work to do”. You took a place on her lap and she held your hips and she bounced you a few times on her lap. Then she stopped and told you that we had work to do. Since you had a job to do you worked on the project, while you were cockwarming her. Sometimes she bucked her hips into your ass and sometimes she groped your tits and moaned. Finally you were done with the tasks for today but siyeon was not done with you.

“I think you made a wet spot on my babe, you’re so lewd. I also think you’re the reason my cock is so hard the whole day it almost hurts. I couldn’t concentrate during the day anymore and i feel that im going to explode soon. And im going to use you as my cumdump since you made me feel this the whole day”.You moaned in response and then you felt yourself getting manhandled being bent over the table. “You look like a slut in this position, let me see those holes that im going to fill soon. Raise your skirt for me and show me that filfthy cunt of yours”. You decided to not be so easy and didn’t raise your skirt but you lowered it a bit to cover up your pussy. Siyeon noticed it and grabbed your hands and putted them behind your back and locked them in. ‘If i order you to do something you better obey otherwhise i will punish you bitch. So im only asking this once more raise your skirt and show me that wet hole’. Her voice was sharp now and since you were so horny and needy for cock, her cock, you didnt want to tease her anymore but just wanted her to pound you already so you obeyed and raised your skirt. Siyeon saw your soaked panties, while going with one finger over your clit she said “i think these panties were pastel pink but why do they look dark pink” while laughing cocky. “They are ruined so im going to take them off since you don’t need them anymore.’ Siyeon slided your panties of but let them off your ankles, you also heard her zipping her pants and freeing her cock.

“Those panties around your ankled makes you really look like a cheap whore, always ready to spread her legs for any cock that is near her’ you felt you self getting even wetter if that was possible. Then you felt the tip of a cock going up and down your pussy and you heard the wet noises. Siyeon slapped her dick a few times to hear the lewd wet noises even better. She continued to tease you but she never slide in. You felt getting impatient and begged her to just ram her cock inside you.

Siyeon positioned her cock against your whole and before you could even beg she slammed her whole length inside you giving you no time to adjust. It felt so good and so big you never experiences this big before. You were a moaning mess. Youve never been fucked like this before. During her pounding she also slapped your ass many times. “Fuck does my slut likes to be spanked, so naughty for daddy”. You had a huge spanking kink and siyeon clearly also having was a match made in heaven. You heard all the wet noises and the skin slapping sounds it sounded so lewd yet you loved every second of it. “Babe you can moan for me show me how much you like me pounding you, the walls are soundproof so don’t worry about it”. You didn’t know if you should believe siyeon but you couldn’t contain it anymore so a dirty moan came out of you.

Siyeon also bended over more and putted more weight on you so now her mouth was close to your ear and you could hear her breathe and hear her moans too.

Then suddendly she slided out and give your ass a couple of slaps while saying “turn around i want to see how dirty you look while you’re moaning, also i want to see those tits so take your blouse out”. You quickly obeyed siyeon and the first second you let you bra fall her mouth was on one of your nipple licked and sucking it while the other nipple was flicked between her fingers. Then she moved to your other nipple sucking it while tracing her fingers between your legs and she pushed three fingers in it. “Fuck you’re so tight, you feel like a virgin yet you’re so nasty, although most virgins are the most freaky of all. I can’t wait to take you to my place and do all dirty things to you”. The thought of going to siyeon’s place and having sex there while maybe also doing kinky things made you moan even harder. You also felt that you were close to cumming. “Daddy im close to cu-cumming, please can i cum”. As soon as you said that siyeon stopped licked and puller her fingers out of you. “If you want to cum you should cum on my cock i want to feel how your pussy squeezes on my cock when you cum”. While saying that she already pushed her cock inside you.

It didn’t take long for you to come, when you came siyeon stayed in for a few seconds. The dirtiest moan of the whole day came out of you when she pulled out and give your ass couple spanks while saying good girl.

Siyeon was still hard and was stroking her cock right now. It looked so hot the seeing her jerking herself of in front of you. Then she pulled you on your knees and pointed her cock to your mouth. Siyeon was grunting and couldn’t say any words anymore but you knew you were going to swallow her load. Then siyeon came hard and shooted all her warm load inside your mouth. It was so much that a bit of cum was trailing to your tits.

“Fucking office slut, let me take a picture of you while you’re under my cum”. You didn’t know if you were okay with it but you couldn’t resist her. Siyeon pulled her pants back on and was already leaving, before she left she groped your tits once more and then left with a wink.

You felt such like a slut that she left as soon as she came, you felt used and felt like she fucked every women in this place and you was just another slut on her bang list. But you didn’t mind you actually want more, you just want to be another whore for her to use

[fernandopiastri28]

give me purpose ~ LN4 x OP81 (pt3)

(part 1), (part 2), part 3

He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t make a noise, but Oscar still catches the look of revulsion all over his best friends face. “C'mon Mate, cut me some slack,” He groans, pushing the lab door open in front of them. “She’s travelling right now and we usually always call before bed,” Lando’s nose wrinkles, forcing the muscles in his face to relax. “Didn’t say anything.” He mutters, dragging the metal chair loudly against the floor. Oscar gives him a look, ‘I know what you were thinking though,’. Lando doesn’t meet his eyes, just dumps his books onto the table. The smack of them covers a perfectly timed cough into his fist. It’s slightly bloody, but not as bad as a few days before.  He wipes his hand clan with a tissue before discarding it with a wadded up piece of paper on top of it. Now it’s fully covered, all out of the sight of anyone who uses the bin after him.

WARNINGS: depression, dark thoughts of self perception, drinking to cope

WC: 2,851

Oscar pesters Lando about getting a girlfriend just about every day for the following two weeks. “Dude, c’mon, just even a girl you can makeout with at parties and shit,” Lando wants to remind Oscar that neither of them even go to parties, so it’s the most stupid suggestion to make.

They lay sprawled across Lando’s bed, Max is long gone and returned to university. It’s quite lonely, the one person who seems to understand him is back in his own little world. “I don’t think I will” He murmurs, his hands carding through the dark tufts of hair he’s been proudly growing out.

“Hm?” Oscar hums next to him, his head rolling over to look at him. He has his arms crossed over a pillow that rests on his chest. He looks very domestic, if that’s the right way to describe it. “I just don’t think I like girls.. like other boys do” Cold air puffs from his bottom lip to his sweaty top lip. A few wisps of dark hair growing over it. “Like you do,” He adds awkwardly. 

The mention of Oscar having a girl in his life gets the older boy ditzy and dazed, his pupils visibly growing. “Just wait until you’ve held the girl you like in your arms, her lips against yours, her perfume and the smell of her shampoo consuming your senses” He recounts dreamily, clearly thinking about his new lover Lily. 

None of that sounds remotely appealing. He wants to throw up, again. 

“Enough about girlfriends,” Oscar agrees, mimicking zipping his lips and tossing the key. He’s such a dad, but Lando’s still somewhat charmed. “Let’s watch something,” He rolls over, shuffling towards the edge of his bed and dipping down to grab his laptop off the ground. “Something scary?”

Oscar scoots closer, tugging a blanket over both of their backs in the most unconventional manner. “Fuck no, you know I’m a pussy. Let’s watch Talladega nights,” 

Lando couldn’t groan louder if he tried. “Oscar, we’ve watched Talladega nights three times in the past month. Are there any other movies you like?” Oscar genuinely has to think about the question, sucking his bottom lip under his teeth in deep concentration. Lando allows the pause and silence to appreciate how normal this all feels. His best friend is finally not away racing, he’s present- willing to shut up about girls for a bit. 

He looks at Lando’s computer screen which is open to some free movie streaming service. “Any of the fast and furious movies?” Lando shakes his head, lip curled in disinterest. “Rush?” He shakes his head again. It’s a more appealing offer, but they’ve seen it twice together already. “...Cars?”

“Mate, do you like any movies that don’t involve racing?”

Oscar thinks hard again, “I like the gentleman,”

“The gentleman it is,”

*

“Okay, bye Babe. Text me when you wake up,” Oscar makes a weird kissing noise into the microphone of his phone, ending his call with Lily after that. Lando pulls a face, his eyebrows pinching together in disgust to keep himself from genuinely just puking all over his best friend. He loves the guy, but damn, he is sappy.

He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t make a noise, but Oscar still catches the look of revulsion all over his bestfriends face. “C'mon Mate, cut me some slack,” He groans, pushing the lab door open in front of them. “She’s travelling right now and we usually always call before bed,”

Lando’s nose wrinkles, forcing the muscles in his face to relax. “Didn’t say anything.” He mutters, dragging the metal chair loudly against the floor. Oscar gives him a look, ‘ I know what you were thinking though,’. Lando doesn’t meet his eyes, just dumps his books onto the table. The smack of them covers a perfectly timed cough into his fist. It’s slightly bloody, but not as bad as a few days before. 

He wipes his hand clan with a tissue before discarding it with a wadded up piece of paper on top of it. Now it’s fully covered, all out of the sight of anyone who uses the bin after him. 

A girl walks past him to get to her desk, the strong scent of some caramel perfume wafting after her. His nose scrunches instinctively, but as the smell becomes fainter, it becomes somewhat enjoyable. Oscar prods his shoulder, forcing him to look back and be met with a sneaky grin. “Her?” He asks, without further elaboration. Lando puts the pieces together quick enough- the girl who smells like caramel. “Do you think she’s pretty?” 

“Logan?” He gives her a look up and down. Straight hair to her waist, lips smeared with obscene amounts of gloss, green eyes framed with long black lashes. She’s deep in conversation with one of her friends when she catches the boys looking back at her. She shoots them a smile, mouth full of braces-straight teeth. Lando reciprocates a lazy smile back in return.  

“She’s cute, hm?” Oscar teases, digging his elbow into Lando’s side. The older’s stomach flutters and his pupils dilate. It's not from looking at Logan, rather from Oscar’s nearness and how Lando could smell his shampoo. The ever so familiar smell of green apple. It’s almost as much of a pleasant comfort smell as  the base smell of sweat after a karting race, the petrol of the track in a close second. 

He doesn’t look at Oscar, just keeps his head down, digging the tip of his pen into the paper of his book. “Yes,” It’s not necessarily a lie. In terms of girls, Logan’s pretty. Does he think of her in the ways Oscar says he thinks of Lily, not even remotely. He can’t imagine ever feeling like that about someone, so he fakes it.  

The rest of the lesson is spent with Oscar teasing Lando about it. Instructing him on ways to flirt with a girl, how to ask one out, what compliments make them blush the hardest. Frankly, he couldn’t have cared less. It was a mute topic, and meaningless advice. He’d never use it, so it would just rot away in his mind as he thinks about how he should want to use it.

Yet, he’ll let Oscar just talk it out at the cost of having his best friend sitting right next to him, their thighs touching. It’s like being on his bed and watching movies, it’s like the car ride home together after a race, it’s like how it should be. 

Making a half assed effort to pretend he’s listening, Lando uncaps his pen as slyly as possible, using his arm as a substitute piece of paper. Each time a minute passes, he adds a single straight dash to his arm, groups of fives. He’s got three groups down and two separate dashes for seventeen minutes in when it catches Oscar attention.

He’s like a needy little dog, always needing his best friend's attention. He gives the girl topic a rest for a bit, pinching Lando’s wrist in between the too long uncut nails on his thumb and pointer. He doesn’t need to communicate what he wants, Lando already knows. 

He allows for his hand to rest in Oscar’s lap, the back of his forearm pressed against the younger’s thigh. A green gel pen presses against his unmarked skin, faint scratches leave doodles of smiley faces, stars, some dodgy and below average attempt at a race car. 

There’s a pause where Oscar contemplates what he wants to draw next. He brings the pen closer to himself, towards Lando’s pale wrist. A love heart. There’s a twist in his stomach that makes him want to crawl up into bed and cry from the sheer pain. It’s bathroom bad, it’s flower bad, it’s blood bad. He fights the urge to puke all over the lab floor.

The cherry on top is the collection of ink splodges being signed with ‘ property of oscar piastri’ . It has him cursing Oscar out a million times over in his head. It’s weird , it’s like they’re dating, it’s probably more than he even does with Lily. Sure, Oscar knows what the girls lips feel like, but does he claim and fucking brand her? 

His mouth wraps around some low level insult he can hurl at Oscar, struggling to get it out as it sticks to his lips, clinging like cracked and flakey skin during winter. Being mean won’t help anything, being hotehead has never helped anything, “You’re a good drawer,” He decides to be nice.

Without bothering to shift his eyes to Oscar, he just knows what the older’s reaction to that is; some wide and dorky grin, matched with a slight raise of his eyebrows in shock. He covers his surprised reaction with a mumbled out form of thank you . 

*

Summer hits and life just seems to improve by 100%. Lando sleeps better, smiles more, laughs at even the worst of jokes on TV. He forces himself out of his comfort zone, hanging out with Daniel a few times. He goes karting with Oscar, Alex, and George, and Oscar out does all of them embarrassingly. He realises that having friends who aren’t just Oscar is kinda good, because it means he’s not completely alone when the Australian around.

He gets closer to Carlos, and he does so when Oscar isn’t around as the two boys seem like the same charges of magnetism, pushing away from each other and unable to find any common ground. Carlos is a typical teenage boy, burly and matured faced, but with the same stupid sense of humour that Oscar seems to have grown out of.

Lando hates to accept it, but Oscar’s seeming to mature for him every day.

Carlos brings out a boyish sense of fun that he’s seemed to have lost over time. It’s at no fault of Oscar’s, maybe it was from just isolating himself because he thought he only had Oscar. Carlos teaches him Spanish- a few phrases to get him by if he was ever to visit, and a few just for the sake of being funny. He invites him over to his house and lets him stay over for the night. They watch movies together, laying on Carlos’ extravagant bed. It’s squishy under his body, covered in a thick knitted blanket. 

But it’s not quite Oscar’s bed. Oscar’s rickety old bed that endured the travel from Australia, the one they’d etched their names into, writing secrets and jokes in. It’s not his doona decorated in small race cars, obviously designed for a young child, but still suiting him at 17. 

Carlos’ house has the best food- warm and decadent spanish treats the Sainz family introduces to Lando too, cold cuts of cured meats, and so much bread. He puts on weight over the holidays, purely just from eating at Carlos’ house. Yet, he misses sneaking rum balls from Oscar’s kitchen during sleepovers and laying in his backyard eating party pies.

He misses the Australian food he’d insist on having each time he went to Oscar’s- wanting to ‘try his culture’. That request always got a laugh out of the younger boy. He misses making fun of Oscar’s painting of a koala and a kangaroo that he’d done years back that sticks to the fridge under a fridge magnet in the shape of Australia.

He misses Oscar, so he distracts himself with Carlos.

And for the most part, it’s enough.

Lando sits in the backyard of the Piastri family house, his hand buried in the soft fur of Bas’ back. Oscar’s away for a few days to go visit Lily, but his parents are thrilled to see Lando hanging around again. It’s not as if he’s never around, but going from every single afternoon and most nights down to maybe three times a week- especially during the holidays, it’s a drastic change.

He decides he likes sorta living in Oscar’s house, and just stays there throughout the day. He’s not sure how, but the sun seems to burn brighter over at the Piastri’s house. Maybe they’ve cast some Australian spell over it, because Lando soaks up all the sun while laying out by their pool, getting a golden glowing tan for the first time in years.

Another thing that had happened over the concise holidays, he finally went to a party. Not only that,. He realised what he’d been missing out on, how fucking fun they actually were. Drinking was fun too, not the actual process- but the feeling after. Carlos tells him he’s lucky that he doesn’t get the hangover headache after each party. He knows he is, it allows him to get back up again and do it all the next night.

And maybe Oscar had some okay advice. He doesn’t find a girl that’s just for hookups, but he does makeout with Daniel a few times. Daniel tells Lando that he’s ‘bisexual’, and he has to explain it when Lando doesn’t quite understand that.

When he does know what it means, Daniel asks Lando if he’s also Bi. He wants to say yes, because he’s clearly attracted to the curly haired, strong nosed Australian, but he's not sure if there’s any girl he can pinpoint he is attracted to. He shrugs, his fingers tugging at the hem of Daniel’s blue sports jersey. “I guess,” He hums, leaning forward to peck Daniel on the chin. It feels like a weird place to put it, but Daniel’s a year older- seeming so mature and experienced- and he seems to like it, smiling wide as he can and playing with the curls on the back of Lando’s neck.

There’s a definite comfort when it comes to being around Daniel, hearing the Aussie accent that’s been such an essential familiarity for the past few years. He likes the hookups with Daniel, he likes when they kiss over and over, each peck being so chaste and dry that it’s not at all like slobbery ones that haunt his imagination. It’s also nice that he doesn’t have to commit to anything. Daniel likes another boy, one called Max. Not Lando’s brother, some exchange student from the Netherlands. For now, Lando is experience for Daniel to test out what it’s like to be with a boy, and Daniel is Lando’s first experience to be with anyone.

Some days he sleeps over at Carlos, once or twice at Daniel’s, never at his own- every other day not spent at the Spaniard’s or the curly haired man- he sleeps at Oscar’s, which is most of the time. Each day is the same- going over to the Piastri house through the front gate, small talk with his parents and sisters, usually mainly Mae who seems the most interested in actually talking to him, before retreating to Oscar’s room to make use of his PC.

Days turn to weeks, as it's almost the last week of the six week summer holiday. He’s missed Oscar like crazy, and he thinks about everything he wants to complete in these nine days before they return to school. Oscar had extended his trip for visiting Lily, somehow getting roped into going on an impromptu trip with hers to some camping area near a beach.

He sees pictures of Oscar on instagram- which is a first for him to post. Tan lines decorate the pale expanse of his body. Permanent blush scatters across his nose and cheeks, his hair lightly bleached from the sun and seawater. Along with the tans and aching burns, speckles of even more moles cover his body. They look pretty, and Lando realises it’s the first time he’s looked at someone, seen a feature of theirs, and genuinely felt a sense of admiration of its beauty.

He really appreciates having Daniel in his life, helping him to discover that he actually does kinda like people like that.

The post also shows off Lily, which is Lando’s first time seeing what she looks like. He’s at Carlos’ pregaming when he sees the photos. Carlos leans over his shoulder to look at the phone, mumbling ‘ Dios bueno,’ when Lando zooms in one Lily’s face. She’s fucking beautiful, a real life barbie doll. Long shiny hair, an adorable pretty face, perfect lips, perfect face, perfect girlfriend.

She’s perfect, and Oscar loves her in all of her perfectness.

So he drinks extra that night, and kisses Daniel harder than either of them had originally planned for. He cries into Daniel’s lap, sobbing that he’ll never be enough. Despite his funny and unserious demeanour, Daniel knows how to be sensitive and take care of  someone. 

Lando stumbles to the bathroom and coughs up so many flowers and loose petals. He’s convinced he’s stained the whole place red by the time he retreats back into the main room of the party, resting his head in Alex’s lap who is even more attentive to taking care of him. George and Carmen help out where they can in trying to sober him up so he’ll ‘ feel better’ , but he just wants more liquor and sleep. He wants silence again.

[slowlyhardgoatee]

I couldn’t believe the rumours were true. 

A couple of my mates told me about this new go-go dancing boy at The Eagle who loved nothing better than sucking fat old bears’ cocks. I went down there with them last night and there you were, boy. 

I remember one of my mates pointed you out to me - you were just finishing up a routine and had all these low-value bills in the waistband of your jock - and he said ‘Here, there’s that faggot we were telling you about’. And I said back to him, ‘You watch. That faggot’s gonna be my slave within the hour.’ 

I sidled up to you at the bar, boy, remember? Didn’t even look at you, but I felt you notice me. I turned 60 yesterday, boy, and it seems big, stocky old granddads like me are just your fucking type because I literally heard you intake your breath. I said ‘Haven’t seen you here before, boy. You new?’ And you stammered out some stuff about you’d only been there a couple weeks, you only turned 18 last month, and then went quiet. And I just went, ‘I think that money in your panties belongs to me, doesn’t it, faggot?’ And you instantly said ‘Yes, Sir’, and I took my fucking time taking every single bill out of your waistband while you whimpered. 

I ordered a beer at that point, and when it came I said ‘I think it’s time you were on your knees, boy, don’t you?’ And you said ‘Yes, Sir’ again, and instantly got down on your knees, so I just pulled my cock out of my pants and said ‘Eat it, pig. All the fucking way down. Deep throat that granddad cock. Slut. You ain’t getting off my cock until I’ve finished my beer and blown a load down your fucking throat, faggot, is that clear? Tug on Granddad’s nipples if you understand.’

And you did. Just like a good pig. 

Of course, I had to keep that promise I made to my mates though, so when I was close, I said ‘I think what you really need, boy, is to be my full-time cum dump slave, isn’t it pig?’  And then I put my hands firmly at the back of your head and said, ‘Boy, we’ve already established that you’re an inferior sub faggot. If you agree that you also need to be my full time slave, all you need to do is keep sucking that fat cock.’ You tried pulling off, but I just went ‘Ah - I don’t think so, pig. You ain’t getting off my cock until I’ve dumped a load down your faggot throat, remember?’ And you whimpered again, but kept sucking. ‘So’, I said, ‘it’s agreed. You’re my full time breed pig and slave, isn’t that right, faggot? Suck me once for ‘Yes’, twice for ‘Granddad’. Good pig.’ As for what happened next… well. You know all about what happened next, don’t you boy? 

Yeah, you do. That collar I put on you in front of everyone last night tells a full story. And guess what’s gonna happen now, boy? Now it’s time for you to take your first good hard breeding as a collared slave. Lie on your front, faggot. Good boy. Now, you’re gonna keep your face and shoulders on the floor, and bring your knees up below your arse. Yeah, just like that. Reach back so your hands are holding your butt cheeks - good lad - and now spread ‘em. Spread that cunt as wide as you can, pig. That’s the fucking stuff. Look at that arse. Ripe for a rape. Ready to get bred for the first time, boy? Yeah? Then beg for it, pig. Beg me to rape that faggot pig hole. That’s exactly what I wanna hear out of your mouth, boy - ‘Rape my pathetic faggot pig hole raw please Granddad’ - go on, cunt, say it. Louder. Louder, pig boy. Fucking scream it.

Yeeeeeah, good pig. Here it comes, slut boy. Here comes Granddad’s meat. Fuuuuuck yeah that’s a tight cunt. I’m gonna be breaking it in good and proper tonight, I can promise you that much, faggot. You’re gonna take me balls deep until I say otherwise. It’s gonna hurt. But you’ll learn to beg for more. You’ll learn to crave my meat, faggot. Now hold still, pig. Granddad’s gonna breed. Oh fuck yeah… fuck yeah… tighten that cunt up for me, pig boy - oh, fuck yeah you diiiiirty little slut. Yeah! Get that fucking fat old granddad cream right up ya, you CUNT. FUCK. 

Fuuuucking hell, pig. That’s how you break in a slave. Did you cream? No? Good. Get really fucking used to it. My cock’s the only one that gets off round here, slut. Now go in the bathroom and clean yourself up. When you come out, I hope you’re ready for my belt across your arse. For a start. That slave collar’s never coming off you, faggot. Welcome to your new life as an owned pig. 

[soupandsauce]

Z dog NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This mama is the sweetest after, always cooing in your ear, bouncing you on her leg, and stroking your pouty cheek with her finger. Want a bath? she’ll get in with you. She encourages you to get into littlespace but doesn’t force you too because feeling safe is VERY important to her. She also incorporates rewards for good or brave behavior, her favorite being taking you to build a bear and bath and body works.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Alicia’s favorite body part of her own is the overall leanness of her body. As a human, she worked endless nights at the gym perfecting her physique, but as a Recom, she’s naturally so toned and smooth. She still goes to the gym to feel that rush.

Her favorite body part of you is your hipbones. She loves teasing you by hovering her wet, hot mouth inches from the sensitive skin and glide her tongue across them, slowly sinking down.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She latches her mouth over your mound when eating you out, not letting any escape. It’s a primal thing for her, and the heat from her mouth feels insanely erotic when you spill over for her.

She’s also a big fan of seeing wet patches all across her cammie pants when you rut against her thighs

on the occasion where you two trib, both of you go wild at how sticky and wet it gets between you two, the electric shocks of your clits bumping against eachother always drives you both over the edge.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Alicia saw you dress up as a puppy for halloween one year and went all quiet. You had puppy ears, a painted nose, and a cute onesie with a tail and when she saw it, her cheeks got hot and she felt heavy in her tummy. New kink was discovered that night.

She now calls you her little pup

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Mastered tongueswoman

knows all your weak spots and always pulls the most mind bending orgasms out of you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Alicia’s favorite position is a tie between actually just kissing your neck on top of you, with her knee pressed against your cunt

or you bouncing on top of her, bumping clits like the good pup you are, or taking her strap all the way

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She knows when to be serious but sometimes you guys fall or make a funny moan and you both crack up. She LOVES when this happens because she’ll start rubbing your clit quickly to change your laughter into moans and screams.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think Na’vi are hairless besides their head and tail but Z has found a way to customize herself by getting a tattoo on her pubic bone. It’s a sharp tribal symbol looking thing and it pokes out of her waistline when she stretches. It’s so hot and she loves making you kiss it before she makes you suck on her strap.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

This woman gets intense, expecially with her new kuru. She sticks it in your mouth when you’re talking back to her during sex to shut you up. like your own binky or thumb to suck on. and it feels SOOO good for her. She cums so hard after.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t do it often. She really doesn’t. The only time is when she’s already sitting on the bed and you come walking to her in a cute outfit. She’ll rub herself once or twice and say some smooth shit like “mamas hungry” or “come here”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She has a puppy kink like we’ve seen before as well as an obvious mommy kink. she also likes to play with spit every once in a blue moon. You both love exploring new things and finding out what gets you hot.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

She prefers the bedroom for YOUR comfort but wants to make sure everyone else knows what you’re doing, unless it’s a very kinky scene. Like if you’re exploring something for the first time, she wants it to be private.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

She really gets going seeing you in really fem clothing like dresses and lip gloss. something about stealing your innocence and flipping your dress over your ass. She also has a few weak spots. Her neck, her tail, and her kuru are a few spots that really get Alicia super hot.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

after exploring, she doesn’t like threeways. she wants you all to herself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

omfg, need i say more. She’s an animal. do you see how she fucks with that gum in her mouth!? She could unwrap a starburst with her tongue. she could tie a cherry. She loves giving, but also is secretly a sucker on receiving too on the rare occasion she is a sub.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Her pace changes based on how your body reacts to the different stimuli. she’s a very good watcher, and knows the speed and roughness you need to cum.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She finds them to be very fun, especially during visits between missions. She doesn’t always have a lot of time, but she can make you cum in like ten seconds.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She takes so many risks. the risk of being caught is so thrilling to her. Once Lyle walked in on you two on the couch. you were rutting into her thigh and she had her hand around your throat, talking dirty to you. Lyle popped a woody and Z hissed at him full Na’vi style. it was the most territorial thing you had ever seen her do. But so hot. You soaked her cammies that night with your cum.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can go DAYS BRO. She never stops. But she can be sexless for months if you’re going through stuff. She’s always there to support and respect you. she loves your boundaries.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Them magic wands are really incredible and i believe she has like 5 different vibes. Also one of those clit suckers and a strap on.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

she likes to tease when you guys are already naked in bed, but she never grabs your ass or treats you like an object in front of others. But if you’re at a party, sitting on the kitchen counter exchanging a few kisses, she’ll grab your ass if she knows you’re really horny. Once again, it’s the boundaries.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She talks dirty more than she moans but she moans. She really likes praising you through your orgasms and coaching you to get there.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Alicia really likes when you two use your tongues when kissing. she’ll suck on it or push hers into your mouth. it has something to do with the spit kink as well as the feel of your very smaller and softer human tongue.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As said above, she’s tattooed down there. I also like to think that she wears boxers. She’s pink and her clit is just barely peeking out of her outer lips. when she lays down on her back, you can see her pubic bone.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

higher than motherfucking giraffe pussy

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She ALWAYS waits for you to fall asleep afterwards. if you’re doing a quickly on a closet before a meeting, it leaves her energized. but if you’re already in bed for the night, she loves falling asleep once you’re cuddled up into her.

[yourfavoritebookclub]

WINGLEADER: A Xaden Riorson POV Fanfiction

CHAPTER 14

I walk through the threshold to my bedroom and let out the breath I’ve been holding since I walked off the flight field. I feel claustrophobic, stuck somewhere tight and oppressive within my own mind.

I pull my arms out of the harness belted at my waist and throw it onto the desk with a clatter as sheathed daggers hit wood.

My head is swimming, and I have to brace my hands on the chair at my desk to keep from sagging to the floor.

I suck in breath after breath, and hang my head, exhaustion permeating every inch of my body.

There’s a throbbing in my temples and I'm overwhelmed by every one of my compounding responsibilities. My people, my city, my dragon, and now my—Violet.

Just Violet.

The kiss I witnessed between Violet and Dain has me reeling. I hate the way he touched her, held her, and spoke to her like he hasn’t spent the last few months gaslighting her. Demeaning her. Using every tool in his arsenal to make her believe she couldn’t make it as a rider.

There’s a loud pounding on my door, knocking me out of my stupor, and I straighten up, reaching for the handle to open it before they resort to breaking down the door.

Impatient bastards.

Garrick, Bodhi, Imogen, Quinn, Heaton, Emery, and a few others march in.

I stand in silence as they settle into the various seats in the spacious room.

“I know we’ve all had a long day, but this couldn’t wait.” I pause and close my eyes, rubbing my temples with my thumb and forefinger, gathering my thoughts.

Exhaustion has become a weight on my shoulders, growing heavier as the night drags on, but there are things that must be arranged before I can escape into the darkness of sleep.

“You all should now be aware that Violet has bonded Tairn, and this means a few things. She and I are now tied to each other in every way that matters. She has a direct line to my thoughts, should she get past my mental barriers, and the threats on her life are a danger to us both. Violet is target number one, especially as she and Tairn’s bond is so new. The unbonded will spend the coming weeks attempting to steal Tairn from her. This poses a threat to the safety of myself and my dragon.” I pause, grief hitting me as memories of that final showdown run through me.

“Nolan dying nearly killed Tairn. And If Tairn dies, Sgaeyl will follow.”

I don’t need to finish the thought for everyone to understand what happens next.

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy.

A rider without their dragon is dead.

The first, and most important part of the Rider’s Codex

There’s a beat of silence before Garrick stands from his seat, “So we protect her.” His eyes are hard, determined. There’s a glimmer of caution in his gaze too though, and I know where his mind is going.

My rapidly slipping control around Sorrengail.

At the back of the room, Imogen’s face has gone pale with panic, but she raises her chin, squaring her shoulders as she addresses me, “Tell us what we need to do, Xaden.” There’s a collective murmur of agreement as the rest of the room nod their heads.

My reliable, steadfast crew. Ready to defend this woman they hate without question in order to protect one of their own.

To protect me.

“Okay.” I breathe, swinging my desk chair around to face them and taking a seat. “Your job now is to stay close to her, make people think twice about attacking her knowing the company she keeps.”

I nod my head at Imogen, “She needs to be able to protect herself, and thus far her training is…lacking.”

She snorts, “Should be easy, especially since I’m not trying to get into her pants” Sarcasm dripping off of every word, and the crew snickers at the not so subtle jab at Aetos.

“Start her on weights,” I order and Imogen nods once. “Her body is weak at the joints. It won’t make the pain go away, but we can at least help her build enough muscle to avoid injury. Everything else can be worked around as needed. For now, your only job is to be at her back, help her learn to protect her front, and help keep me alive.”

“And what about Brennan?” Bodhi asks softly.

I lean forward and prop my forearms on my knees, lacing my fingers together as I look each of them in the eye, “None of you are to utter a single word. He does not exist as far as anyone here is concerned. He is dead and buried. You are to say nothing about the resistance, about Athebyne, any of it.” Everyone nods gravely.

“You’re dismissed,” I say, drawing the meeting to a close with a wave of my hand. “Go blow off some steam, it’s been a long day.”

I stand, opening the door and the crew file out in silence, Garrick pausing by the threshold, “I didn’t say anything to Liam–”

“Good. I’ll tell him myself; he deserves a night.” Garrick is my second for a reason. Sometimes, it feels like he lives inside my head. “We’ve got you brother.” He claps me on the back.

I nod, giving him a small smile. “I know. Now get out of here. Go sleep, or find someone pretty, whatever is going to keep you from being the grouchiest mother fucker in the morning”

He laughed and strides out.

The room is empty save for the redheaded woman sitting on my desk, hands braced on the edge, swinging her feet.

I raise my eyebrows at her, giving her an exasperated look.

“Orla.” I say simply, closing the door and twisting the lock before walking over to her.

She gives me a small lopsided smile and tilts her head, her long copper hair sliding over her shoulder. “Xaden.” Her tone is teasing but soft.

She chews on her lip, looking up at me, studying my face. “I was just going to offer my company and maybe a distraction. If you need it.” She says it matter-of-factly, a genuine offer for sex, for a bit of release from the day, and nothing else.

Orla and I were in the same squad our first-year, and while the physical attraction was instant, we mostly skirted around each other until the end of our second-year.

It’s never been anything other than sex. She more or less holds the same sentiments about love and relationships that I do. They’re messy. A fast track to getting you killed. So it’s worked, this arrangement of ours. And it's comfortable, a friendship and an intimacy without pain or fear. Pleasure and release for us both.

Orla reaches for my hand, and I let her take it, stepping in between her legs until I’m surrounded by her body.

Her thumb rubs a small circle on the back of my hand, and she tilts her head up to look up at me, our lips close enough to share breath

Fragments of the day flash through my mind. Jack charging toward Violet, sword raised. The fear as Tynan circled her, blood splattered in the grass, coating her hands. Violet and Dain hand in hand, their bodies pressed together, his mouth moving against hers

I grit my teeth against that last image of the way Dain touched her face as he kissed her, a searing rage traveling up my spine at the potential violation.

I can still see Violet’s face as I slip my hand under the thin fabric of Orla’s shirt, digging my fingers into her skin as I grasp her bare waist.

She hooks her fingers into my belt loops and pulls me closer until our bodies are flush, every one of her curves pressed against me.

I bow my head, pressing my mouth against her neck, and trail a line of kisses up the curve of her jaw.

She lets out a small sigh, and I bite down on the sensitive skin between her neck and ear, making her gasp in pain and pleasure.

We’ve been doing this for long enough that we know what the other one likes, what gets a reaction out of our bodies, and I love the sounds she makes under my teeth, my hands, my body.

I suck on her skin, soothing the sting of that bite with my tongue.

My cock hardens as she grinds against me, my hand traveling up to cup her breast, thumb stroking her nipple in a long, languid movement.

Orla’s soft moan fills the room, and my hand tightens on her waist. She arches her back, bracing her arms behind her as she stretches up to meet my lips.

Before she can pull me in I lean away from her and cup her chin, my thumb dragging across her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth open. She whines, frustrated by my teasing, and I let out a soft chuckle at Orla’s increasing impatience.

This is the part I love. The anticipation and need that grows with every second we spend playing.

She opens easily for me, and I move my hand to cup the back of her neck, twining my fingers through her hair and pulling with a gentle tug, forcing her head back. She hisses, and I swallow the sound as my lips connect with hers, the kiss urgent and needy. My other hand moves to cup her ass, pulling her into me and she grinds against me, harder and my hips push into her at the sensation.

Orla’s hands are warm as they glide under my shirt, and I moan into her mouth as they travel lower, toying with the waistband of my flight leathers.

My hips roll against her palm, and she moves lower, her hand now firmly tucked into the front of my pants, and I open my mouth to say something, to murmur her name.

Violet’s name.

Without warning my body has become a live wire, short-circuiting at the name hanging on my lips, moments away from being spoken.

I release my hold on Orla and step back, breaking the kiss.

My eyes are wide with shock as they land on her face, and I look down at the floor before I can read her expression.

Fuck.

“Xaden.” I hear Orla say warily.

It feels like I’m underwater, struggling to breathe as I realize what thinking Violet’s name, wanting to call out to her in that moment, might mean.

“Hey! Riorson!” Orla snaps her fingers at me, and my eyes dart up to meet hers.

There’s something clear and bright in her face as she studies me. A kind of bald understanding that makes me flinch.

“Riorson.” Orla pauses, hands out in front of her. A person trying to calm a wild animal. “You’re okay. You’re fine alright?”

When I don’t say anything she hops off the desk and grabs my hand, squeezing softly, and there’s nothing sexual in the touch, just a kind of gentle understanding. Like she can hear the echo of the word that almost slipped from my lips.

I look down at her, clearing my throat. “Im sorry, I–”

“Don’t do that Xaden.” She shakes her head. “I’m not someone you need to apologize to. Not for this.”

She lets go of me and I run shaking hands through my hair looking up at the ceiling. It takes me a few tries to swallow the lump in my throat.

My gaze drifts back down to Orla, who’s just silently looking at me.

I press my lips together in a thin line. “I’m so fucked” I whisper, my body slumping as the weight I’ve been carrying around threatens to crush me.

I’ve always felt comfortable around Orla; she keeps things to herself, and she’s got a conviction about her that I respect. An honesty that makes me trust her in a way very few do.

Still, I’ve never spoken to her quite so frankly, never been vulnerable in this way. Never been this vulnerable with anyone.

She moves toward me and reaches up on her tiptoes to cup my face in both hands. “You are not fucked Xaden.” There’s pure honesty in her words. “Things have changed rapidly, in a way that could compromise us all, but you’re not fucked.”

“I–it’s not just that, it’s– Violet” I stumble. Gods I can’t even get a sentence out. Can’t get my thoughts together.

Orla smiles knowingly, “I know, but I don’t think we need to talk about that. You’ll figure it out”

I offer her a small, grim smile in return.

“I can stay if you don’t want to be alone. Or if you want to come with me to the flight field…I want to be with *Faireachail while it’s quiet before everything gets crazy again.”

My friends are better to me than I’ll ever deserve.

I shake my head. “No, no I need to sleep.”

She walks to the door. “Orla?” I say as her hand grabs the knob.

“Yea?” She turns to look at me.

“Thank you. You’re kinder than I deserve.”

She looks at me with a sad smile, “No I’m not Xaden.” And she walks out into the hallway, the door closing behind her with a click.

[beomiracles]

i feel like i need to clarify that i did NOT lose nnn (so far) it’s been less than a week LMAO i meant that i gave up on restraining myself from tumblr 😓 more specifically ur blog I AM NOT A LOSER I DO NOT GO DOWN THAT EASILY man but all i was saying is i cannot stay away from this freaky ass tumblr page ☹️ but anyways my compliment about getting off to ur stories was still very true! just not this month 🙂‍↔️ but im going back on the one i made on either nov 1 or october 31 i forgot the date BUT i will NOT be staying off this blog 😇 can’t stop me by twice 💋

-🍒 anon #it’s too early for this shit #im a busy gal #the grind never stops #i mean the academic grind #i hate english 1301 #grrrr college #never too busy to take a quick look at this blog tho… #need that #the goat #ur the goat #im the goat #we r the goat #maybe the goat is the friends we’ve made along the way #the new venom moving fucking sucks

i fear i won’t get another fic out before 2025 with the rate im writing right now so don’t be too worried about losing nnn thanks to me at least

[typewriter83]

But then she smiled, and her gorgeous green eyes seemed to shine, and his heart of stone started to crack. He felt the warmth flood his cheeks and his throat felt dry. He knew he was a fool if he thought this could work.

Kshdksjkd giiiiirl? Okay let's get started

So yeah, Ellie being the orphan kid no one wants is typical in every universe so I wasn't really surprise when miss girl's first scene as a child was sitting woth an officer lol poor baby. That foster mother was a real bitch, second villian in this story just behind her husband (that btw was david? He wasn't mentioned but I just figured). It really pisses me off in every fic that Marlene has the same personality she has as canon: ellie lives a miserable life and marlene still acts like the girl is just being ungrateful or something. Yikes. So ellie got to live with marlene in this one, that's a miracle.

I'm very curious about what ellie's blood disease is, is it life risking even on earth? I really hope not, because she it already crushed her dream :( and wait, so Nasa kind of knew about it but let it go as a form to keep exploring her image? Wow, that... Sucks. But doesn't surprise me actually.

Oh man, I remember reading some anon here said something about brother-in-law Tommy and I feel like that really is gonna be something in this story lol. He just met ellie aka cute girl from the bar once (twice now) and he's already more invested in this relationship than Joel😂and by the way he was asking what did joel do, it won't take long for tommy to take only the "brother" role from "brother-in-law". And hell, that was mighty akward lmao, I had to pause every sentence because it made me cringe (in a good way), but it was also funny so I couldn't stop giggling.

Well, I forgive Joel. I feel like he really realized how much he fucked up by ghosting her when he saw how it made her feel used. He's so bad at feelings, Geez, maybe that's why they never gave him a pixel girfriend in the games🤭

Anyways, I'm excited to see how this is all gonna turn out (specially to see how bad they can pretend they can be just friends lol).

- Merida Cub

Hello Merida Cub! I’m so glad you’re following along - I hope you continue to after the next chapter - we’ve got a new trope coming and it can make readers land on one side or the other. Ominous, I know 😏

So yes, Ellie’s foster parents when she was 13 was David and his wife - and I will circle back to this later, just like I will circle back to what happened to Sarah in Joel’s backstory. I wanted to lay the groundwork, but leave enough out so the reader finds out the whole story when Joel and Ellie finally bond over their trauma.

Marlene is not the villain in this story - she just didn’t give enough of her time and resources to Ellie when she needed it the most. Marlene gives Ellie what she needed when she was a teenager - a roof over her head and steady schooling so Ellie could thrive - which of course, Ellie still did on her own. Marlene will show up again later.

I tried to play Ellie’s disease off her canon condition - a type of blood disease. And of course, I’m not a doctor or scientist, so I’m playing fast and loose and taking dramatic license for this. Something that’s not life threatening, but could derail her career, but also will have future implications. Ominous, I know 😏

100% Tommy is more invested in the relationship than Joel is! He is good little brother and fully committed to the idea of being Ellie’s big brother, a role he’s never had, but would wholeheartedly embrace. Plus, he knows his brother has been in a dark place for a long time, and Ellie is clearly a bright light that Joel needs. Maria is Maria, that’s all I’m gonna say, lol.

Joel is so bad with his feelings - he doesn’t want to hurt this girl like he’s hurt others. I’ve alluded to Tess and Tommy forcing themselves to stay in Joel’s life after losing Sarah. Now Ellie is there and what’s she gonna do? Annoy the hell out of him - curious about his job, coming to his classroom because - let’s face it - she likes him, and she doesn’t want to just be his friend. And Joel is all “I you work on the other side of the building, what do you want?” 🤭🤭 You, she wants you, you fool

🫶🏻

[momentsbeforemass]

Lost

What is the worst thing that can happen to you?

I’m not comparing terrible things. I’m not putting murder, cancer, rape, addiction, betrayal, death, financial ruin, divorce, etc., into some kind of ranking system. I know better than that.

The people that I’ve done pastoral care with, the crime victims that I’ve worked with have taught me better. Specifically, the mothers of two children who were the “collateral damage” of drive by shootings.

They taught me that the worst thing that can happen to you is the thing that you get lost in.

Where you cannot see anything but the fallout from the terrible thing that you’re dealing with. Where it looks like it will always be this way. Where it feels like nothing will ever be good again.

The way that the terrible things in life hit us – whatever terrible thing it is for us – it can be hard not to get lost in them.

Because in the moment, the terrible things in life are overwhelming. They upend every part of our normal. They demand all of our attention. They suck all the air out of the room.

It’s in that moment – when we’re lost in what’s happening to us – that we need the perspective of today’s first reading.

“I consider that the sufferings of this present time are as nothing compared to the glory to be revealed to us.”

Translation – no matter how it feels right now, it’s not always going to be this way. It’s not always going to feel like this. God wants to be with us, right in the middle of the worst. And God will see us through.

It can be hard to believe that, especially when it’s hitting us the hardest.

But whether we believe it or not, it’s the truth.

That doesn’t mean that things are going to go back to the way that they were before it happened.

As the saying goes, “you cannot step into the same river twice.”

But it’s not always going to hurt either. There will be a new normal on the other side. If we don’t get lost in what’s happening to us. How do we do that?

It all depends on who we’re listening to, because we’re going to listen to something or somebody. You and I can’t avoid it, it’s just how we are.

If we’re listening to the terrible thing that’s happening to us, it’s going to tell us that it will always be this way. And as long as that’s who we’re listening to, it will always be this way.

Or, we can listen to God, right in the middle of the worst.

We can listen to the One who knows what it’s like to suffer. We can listen to the One who has been there, and who wants to be with us while we’re there.

We can draw close to the One who wants to be with us every step of the way. We can hold tight to the One who will never let us go, the One who will see us through. No matter how long it takes. If we’ll let Him.

We’ve got a choice. Whether we get lost in it or we get through it all depends on who we’re listening to.

Today’s Readings

[iamfruitie]

Alpha mare absolutely puddling a heated omega mad

Mad panted heavily, laying flat on the bed with his arms up and eyes closed. He was still so warm, so hot, so needy. His body was a mess of sweat and cum, but it wasn’t enough. Mare was slowly kissing his chest and stomach, dragging his tongue along the burning skin to clean up a little and enjoying the way Mad would slightly squirm and whimper at each long swipe.

“M-Mare~” Mad whined, arching his back and spreading his legs further apart. He could feel a new little rush of slick forming, the scent filling the air and getting Mare to softly growl as he gently nipped his way back up Mad’s body. 

“Does someone still have a few brain cells in there?” Mare chuckled. He had some sweat on his brow and was a little breathless himself. Neither of them knew how many rounds they had, all they knew was that the nest was very well used, and like hell, they were getting anything done tomorrow…and possibly the day after. 

“Please, please, Mare. I-I need…I need you. One more, one more, please,” Mad was barely clinging to the ability to think, but there was enough there to place his hands on Mare’s shoulders, tugging him down a bit as he rocked his hips up to grind against Mare’s. “Please, alpha, please~” 

“Anything for you, starlight.” Mare didn’t need to be told twice, and he hugged Mad’s waist. 

“Mare, Mare, please,” Mad whined when Mare only rutted against him. He couldn’t move with how strong of a grip Mare had on him. 

“Don’t worry.” Mare kissed Mad’s neck, tempted to add another hickey to the collection he’s already created. He gave in, found a spot, and latched his mouth to the skin, earning a gasp and whimper from Mad. Satisfied with the amount of slick on him, Mare slowly pushed in as he continued to bite and suck. Mad barely got his next whine out before Mare started thrusting, turning it into a low moan. 

“F-Faster, faster, Mare. Faster, harder, please, please fuck me.” Mad’s rambles made Mare growl again, and this time he didn’t have to wait for what he wanted. “Mare!” He cried out, unable to even lift his legs to wrap around Mare. Mad could only cling to Mare’s shoulders as his eyes rolled back. He was so sensitive at this point that every movement almost made his body burn with pleasure. The way Mare was fucking into him like he was just a toy made that burning feel even better. 

“Such a good boy. My good boy.” Mare whispered into Mad’s ear. The multiple rounds had him sensitive as well, and he could feel his knot already beginning to swell. “You feel so good~” 

“M-Mare~” Mad managed to get out between gasps. 

“I’m going to fill you up again. Fill you to the brim.” Mare adjusted his grip, an arm around Mad’s back and the other around his hips. He held Mad tight enough against him that he was barely on the bed the nest had been made at. A hold that was protective and possessive at the same time. 

“Please, please, please,” Mad begged. “I wanna-I wanna be full.” He couldn’t resist the urge to bite and fully clamped his teeth against Mare’s claim mark, letting his canines sink in. 

“Fuck!” Mare’s knot fully formed, and he pushed it in, cumming long and hard into Mad. Mad’s moan was muffled by Mare’s skin, and he was cumming as well. The added stretch from the knot and the rush of warmth were enough to send him over for a final time. 

“Hm~” Mad’s pulled his teeth out, going limp in Mare’s arms. 

“Still with us, starlight?” Mare asked, hearing Mad beginning to purr. 

“Mare~” Mad sang. Mare could see the glazed-over look in Mad's eyes.

“That’s a no.” Mare chuckled. “Looks like we’ve got your heat settled down, at least for now.” He added, moving himself and Mad so he was on his back and letting Mad rest on top of him. They would be connected for a bit, and this was the most comfortable position for them while they waited. Mad purred more and nuzzled his face against Mare’s chest, happily floating in his blissful thoughtless cloud. “I love you,” Mare said as he massaged Mad’s back the best he could and kissed the top of Mad’s head. 

“Love you~” 

[fullmoonfireball]

One Last Thing

          The ship had been abuzz with excitement. It seemed like the four heroes could barely stand still for more than a minute, and when they did, her dad was talking their ears off. It had been strange to have the Lor Starcutter so busy lately, but this was a new height. It was a little scary, but... in a nice way? Morastrum wasn’t sure how to process the feeling.

          “So, um, which one do you wanna use?” she asked Kirby, perched upon her dear friend Mr. Sandbag, who was fresh off a beating. “Because I wanna make sure I’m grabbing the right ability if you get hurt and lose it...”

          Kirby let out a long “Hmm,” bouncing on his heels as if that would make himself think better. For all she knew, maybe it did. Either way, it was making electricity build up around him.

          “Leaf! No, Sand?” He flapped his nubs. “Or Tornado! Wait, I might want Water! Ooh, but Mic could be fun...”

          “Hey Pinky, none of us are goin’ deaf just so you can beat the dragon by yerself.”

          It seemed both of them had failed to notice Dedede, standing at the door with his arms crossed.

          “You’re no fuuun!” Kirby whined, shooting a quick spark arrow at Mr. Sandbag to disperse the charge that had built up around him.

          “... Um. Mr. Dedede? Dad always says I shouldn't stand in the doorway, because the sensor’ll stop seeing you if you just stand there too long, and shnnnk.” She mimed a slicing motion.

          “Doorway, shmoorway.” He waved a hand dismissively. "You two comin’, or should the three of us get all the glory?"

          Kirby let out an offended gasp, and rushed past Dedede out the door, Morastrum following shortly after. The other two heroes had been waiting more patiently in the main deck of the ship. To little surprise, they were currently caught in a conversation with her dad.

          “Hey, I got both of them!" Dedede interrupted. “We good to go now?”

          Meta Knight silently nodded.

          “Phew, finally!” Bandana Dee stretched, a smile in their eyes. 

          Her dad, however, wasn’t so eager. His ears lowered as he looked at her. “Mora, are you going with them? Landia’s quite the threat...”

          She opened her mouth to protest, but Kirby cut in. “She’s been with us for everything else so far!!!”

          “Morastrum is very skilled at dodging attacks,” Meta Knight added.

          “Plus, we’ve done a lot of other dangerous things on our adventure,” Bandana Dee chimed in. “Like getting chewed on by eels or sucked through portals!”

          Dedede nodded. “Yeah, I don’t see how helping us fight a dragon could be that much worse than followin’ us through the void.”

          “Alright, alright.” Her dad put his hands up. “Point taken- Mora can help you if she wants to... You do want to, right?”

          She nodded rapidly.

          “I guess that settles it, then!” He clasped his hands together. He clearly wasn’t any more pleased about the idea, but he still put on a smile. Apparently, it looked genuine enough that there was some celebration from the heroes... Well, mostly Kirby.

          “Before you all go to defeat that beast, though... Would you all mind stepping outside so I can talk to Mora alone?”

          And so ended the brief cheering. There were a few grunts and grumbles of protest, but the four heroes gave them their privacy, filing out the door.

          “...Am I in trouble?” Morastrum whimpered.

          “No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm glad you want to help with all this.”

          “Then why do we need to talk alone?”

          "It’s just...” He took a deep breath. “You know Landia’s dangerous, right? It’s taken the Lor down twice already, and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

          “I’m tough! I’m fast!” she huffed. “I’m not scared of big stupid Landia!”

          He laughed, and gave her a scritch under the ear. “That’s my girl. Just promise me one thing, okay?”

          “Uh-huh?”

          “Once the fight is over, you come right back to the Lor and go to bed. It’s already pretty late, and we’ve got a big day tomorrow.” He held out a hand. “You got that?”

          Morastrum pouted. That was a dumb promise, but she really didn't want to miss out... “Okayyy...” she grumbled, shaking his hand. She could always stay up late reading just to spite that request, anyways.

          “Attagirl.” He smiled and patted her head. “You’re free to go join them now. Good luck!”

          Her eyes lit up, and she rushed towards the exit.

          “Wait!” He called out, stopping her in her tracks. “I forgot to mention one last thing!”

          She let out a loud groan, and turned back around to face him. “What?”

          “Don’t be worried if I’m not here when you get back, alright? I’ve got a surprise to work on.”

          “... Why wouldn’t you be here?”

          He winked. “That’d ruin the surprise!”

          Morastrum stared back. He was so weird sometimes. “Okay, dad.” She continued towards the door. “Goodnight I guess. Love you.”

          “Love you too, amulet. Sweet dreams.”

[ajoytobeheld]

Food review: North America 2010, volume one, part two

May 14th, 2010

Welcome back to another instalment of us eating our way across America.

28th April Covington, Kentucky.

Covington hadn’t provided us with that much during the day.  A trip across the Ohio river into Cincinnati led to a market research interview in a bagel shop, which included false names and the impracticality of bottomless coffee mugs.

We did find a sports bar in Covington that included a whole variety of rock inspired Mac n’ Cheeses’ including Nirvana, Cream and Green Day.  Now I don’t like Green Day, but I decided to go for their take on Mac n’ Cheese.  I’m not sure if Billie Joe had had any input into it, but if he had his ideas were pretty good.  The Green Day contained spinach and sun-dried tomatoes, this created a better flavour to the Mac n’ Cheese and also a bit more colour.  I find Mac n’ Cheese a bit bland and not the most attractive of meals, but the spinach and the tomato changed this.  It was a nice size, the perfect amount of a quick meal before the show.

29th April, Madison, Wisconsin.

The last time we played Madison, whilst we were annoying the students in their beer hall, I decided to ask some of them where was good to eat.  We were kindly sent to the Top of the World and had an amazing meal.  We decided we would go back there.  Top of the World is a Himalayan restaurant serving dishes from Nepal, Tibet and India.  I had the Goat Curry last time and it was so good, I had it again.  With the meal you were given a dhaal or a salad.  I went for dhaal.  This one was more of a soup, normally it is a lot thicker, but the spices and the spinach created a lightly balanced soup that was refreshing.

The curry came and the meat just fell off the bone.  It was so tender and the spices created an amazing flavour, the spices dancing on my tongue.  Despite it being quite dense, it felt really light, and I felt contented at the end.  I was left sucking the bones to get all the flavours off.  Despite it being one of the more expensive meals of the tour (average plate cost $16), it was definitely worth it.

30th April, Chicago Illinois

No visit to Chicago is complete until you’ve gone to Intelligentsia Coffee; probably my favourite coffee shop in the world.  Unlike Gimme Coffee in New York, it doesn’t have the snobbery and the staff were really helpful in suggesting different beans for my espresso. Me and Tom both came away bearing some beans.

Today’s meal was eaten and then I realised I hadn’t taken a picture.  Sorry fans, my stomach comes first.  I went across the road to Azteca De Oro and got a couple of tacos.  First tacos of the tour and they were great.  It’s hard to muck up a taco and these were satisfying and full of flavour.

After the show I crossed the street again to a hot dog place called Wrigleyville Dogs.  And though it was a great meal at 1am, it wasn’t as good as a Pink’s in L.A. The chilli sauce had made the bun go too soggy and this led to it all spilling out.  Nonetheless, after a show and a massive thunder storm it was satisfying.

1st May, Minneapolis, Minnesota.

Some of us ended up in a Tequila bar for dinner called Barrio.  As well as having a massive selection of tequila, which we failed to try, they served Mexican “tapas”, which was basically small mexican dishes mainly tacos.  I had a carnitas taco and a crab taco.  Both appeared well presented with a few extra touches such as fresh coriander.  The crab taco was very good, when were in Mexico we had tuna sashimi tacos and they were amazing.  The crab created a different feel to the taco, the lightness of the crab meat contrasting really well with the lime and the coriander.  Despite being in a fancier place these tacos didn’t cost that much more than anywhere else so it was still excellent value, and being served a man called Machete also helped.

2nd May, Billings, Montana.

So how many of you have been to Billings?  Well, we’ve been there twice.  Both times we’ve been to a restaurant called Walkers, which serves pretty fancy food in a town that doesn’t seem that big.  With a vast beer and wine selection, they have a very appealing menu.  I had the confit of duck which came with Cannellini Beans, pancetta, fried garlic and asparagus.  The duck was so tender and had been cooked really well; the meat falling off the bones.  The beans had been cooked in a creamy sauce.  The fried garlic was very good, and that with a bit of duck meat and the beans lit up my mouth.  The asparagus had been cooked very well, it was still a bit crunchy and the creaminess of the beans really complemented it.  It was pretty expensive but well worth the price.

In part 3, we reach the West coast and hit up some of our favourite food establishments.

[denimbex1986]

'The Trinity nuclear test site is an eerily silent place.

The area, in the desolate New Mexico desert, is where Robert J. Oppenheimer and his team changed the course of history by detonating the world’s first atomic bomb — the deadliest and most destructive weapon ever deployed, which helped end World War II.

The Trinity site, named after the nuclear project’s codename, is usually closed to the public, but the US military granted The Post exclusive access for one morning following renewed interest in the historic area spurred by the summer blockbuster about Oppenheimer’s life by Christopher Nolan.

The fenced-in site includes the “ground zero” where the bomb was detonated, leaving behind a 100-foot-wide and 10-foot-deep crater, about 60 miles north of White Sands National Park.

“The first atomic bomb was detonated up above that point on a steel tower that the bomb vaporized, so all that’s left now is one of the footings of that tower,” said Drew Hamilton, US Army Public Affairs Specialist for White Sands Missile Range.

The ground zero is behind locked gates, with only an obelisk marking where the plutonium device, named “Gadget,” released 18.6 kilotons of power, creating the infamous mushroom cloud seared into the world’s collective consciousness.

Littering the site are shards of green speckled glass-type objects — called Trinitite, after the test area — that were created by the sheer force of the bomb when it was detonated on July 16, 1945.

When the bomb went off, sand from the desert floor was sucked into its blast and “it was actually blown up into the fireball of the explosion, melted there and rained back down,” Hamilton explained, adding Trinitite was found miles away after the explosion.

As well as green Trinitite there are also red and black variations, which are much rarer, but sometimes found near the test area. Due to its radioactive nature, the US atomic energy commission bulldozed and buried most of it in 1953.

Hamilton added the Trinitite is the most commonly stolen thing from the site — which is illegal. Although still technically radioactive, it is not harmful.

In fact the whole site is still nominally radioactive, but exposure is lower than what you would get from eating a banana, the Army said, insisting it’s “perfectly safe.”

“We’ve had all kind of things from people coming out in full suits and masks, people taking their shoes and just leaving them in the parking lot. Please don’t do that,” Hamilton laughed.

Also on the site is the Schmidt-McDonald Ranch House, where the Gadget bomb’s plutonium core was assembled, and the base camp where those involved in the project lived.

Nolan, whose drama “Oppenheimer” has already grossed over $649 million worldwide, traveled to the Trinity Site in preparation for the movie.

“He brought a whole crew out here, location scouting, and they spent the better part of the day driving around visiting Trinity Site ground zero, the ranch house, as well as locations that are not part of the tour,” he added.

The results of the Trinity tests led to the first and only time nuclear weapons have ever been deployed, when the US dropped atomic bombs on the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in August 1945 — killing between 129,000 and 226,000 mostly civilians and forcing Japan’s surrender.

The site opens to the public free of charge twice in year — in April and October.

Hamilton disclosed Japanese tourists are among the most interested in the site, outside of American visitors.

“As far as its meaning, as far as whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, we prefer to leave that up to the individual visitor to decide,” Hamilton said.

But the most remarkable thing about the visit is what it makes people think about rather than what they see.

“There isn’t a whole lot here; there’s not a lot to do, this isn’t an amusement park… but this is the place where the door to the atomic age was kicked open,” Hamilton said. “Once this happened, there was no denying that the world was not going back.”

The general public is only allowed to access Trinity Site twice a year because the rest of the time, missile testing is being conducted around the historical landmark.

“White Sands Missile Range primarily tests missile technology, whether that be air defense or surface-to-surface,” the Army spokesman said. “We also support NASA almost once a month.”

Hamilton was not authorized to disclose more details of what gets tested at the Army facility, but during The Post’s visit, tanks could be seen driving in the distance, as well as construction of bunkers for future testing.

The site is preparing for a huge influx at its next visitation date on October 21 — because of the movie. Hamilton says they are preparing for even more people than in 2015 for the 70th anniversary of the tests when 5,000 people turned up.

“We’ve upgraded all of our facilities,” said Hamilton. “We are prepared to handle more than 5,000 per visit these days, which is good because I think in October we’re going to get a lot more than that.”'