#expectations are in the earth’s core but still I have a tickle of excitement at what could be

[whiskeyswifty]

i know thats unlikely but what an insane turn of events it would be if guts won aoty instead of midnights

The implications would be insaaaaane. None of which would be implied by Olivia or Taylor, but contextually and historically it would be a riot!!! A hoot!! You’d have to laugh at the sick irony, on Taylor’s end of things at least. I agree though it’s incredibly unlikely but don’t ever expect to the Grammys to do sensible things, so it’s on the table at least.

[psycheshorror]

“Shut Up” Pt. 2

pairing: MCU!Brock Rumlow x reader

summary: Rule #1 of hookup culture: Don’t catch feelings. More plot than smut. Smut still included, of course.

authors note: Well this took me a hot minute but I wanted to continue our dear reader’s story. Reader and Brock have some self-work to do.

part one

The next morning you wake up to a relentless alarm on your phone and an empty bed.

Disappointment washed through your stomach and you tried to stifle it down with a sip of water, wincing when your hips adjusted against your body weight. If you felt sore now, you knew the bruises on your body would tell quite a story.

Flicking the alarm off on your phone, you squinted at the text message left by an unknown number two hours ago.

Meet later tonight?

You knew you were playing with fire the way the disappointment was instead replaced with utter joy at the fact that he wanted to see you again. You shouldn’t. Brock Rumlow wasn’t the kind of man that would treat you right; sure, in bed he gave you everything and more, but the absence of him left a chill in the sheets that was frankly, quite terrifying considering he had only spent the night once.

Brock Rumlow filled your body with molten lava and the next morning took it all away and replaced it with ash. And no doubt would he continue giving and taking more than you could handle.

Against your better judgement, you sent your response.

Yes.

The next three nights you spent with Rumlow, you could feel yourself breaking the one unspoken rule.

You were catching feelings, hard.

You couldn’t help it - the man was so damn beautiful. From the way he tossed his head back and whined when you were licking his cock to when he glared at you and growled when you dared to wiggle out of his grip mid-spank. He was intoxicating.

You found yourself with a black hole in your heart the morning after each “meeting”. He was a drug that came with a dangerous high and an even more lethal withdrawal.

This bed will never feel the same, you thought, fingers weaving through the spot where he should be.

Should be? you winced.

That wasn’t a good sign.

It wasn’t like Brock would ever start a discussion about feelings, considering the most you ever spoke to each other was during sex. His low, gravelly whispers of “Good girl,” as you came around his cock or the degrading name-calling that he knew you loved was as far as you two got.

It’s not like you would know how to bring it up even if he did stay the morning after. “Hey so uh, I know my vag and your dick have been well acquainted, but I was wondering if your brain would like to get to know my brain and go on a date?”

Yeah, no.

Taking the sheets off your bed and trying desperately not to huff the ghost of his scent, your phone pinged with a message. Brock’s name lit up your screen better than any Christmas lights on a tree could.

Won’t be around for a while. Mission overseas in progress.

You let out an breath of relief that you didn’t known you were holding. Space could be good. Maybe by the time he got back you’d come to your senses.

No need to ruin a good thing by asking for more.

Good luck. You typed out, hitting send and stuffing the sheets that smelled like him into the washing machine. The voice in the back of your head scolded you for replying, engaging. There was no need for that.

Clicking the “start” button, you stared into the machine, watching the dirty sheets spin through the water. As the rinse cycle began, you found yourself hoping that the memory of Rumlow’s eyes glittering with lust and praise would be washed away with it. Maybe with a little break, he could stop haunting you.

Your phone pinged again.

Don’t forget about me.

Your heart fluttered annoyingly.

Oh, fuck. This was gonna be harder than you thought.

🥀

Rumlow had never been a man that was easily distracted from a target, but during this mission, his mind couldn’t help but to wander.

Shallow breaths, the way your eyes bore holes in his when he made you orgasm, the curve of your satisfied smile afterwards.

Barely being able to register Rogers’ words in his ear as he shout out orders, Rumlow missed a shot at his target and it almost cost him his arm.

“Distracted?” Rogers grunts, knocking the gun out of the target’s grip with ease.

Rumlow finds himself knocking the target down onto his knees, securing his wrists tighter than necessary, growling at the man’s resistance.

“I’ve got some things on my mind,” he confirmed, twisting a sheepish smile on his face. Pulling the man to his feet and shoving him towards the rest of the S.T.R.I.K.E. team, he applauded himself for appearing friendly with the Captain, even with the pang of annoyance sitting heavy in his stomach. Any day now. He couldn’t risk raising any red flags.

Rogers let out a good-natured chuckle and patted his shoulder. He fought not to shrug the man’s hand off. Damn woman. He gets laid a few times and all of a sudden Rumlow feels like he’s in high school again.

“Hope it’s good things,” Rogers gave him a knowing smirk before catching up with the rest of the S.T.R.I.K.E. team.

Rumlow scoffed under his breath.

Good things don’t happen to people like him.

🥀

After two weeks of silence, you finally cracked and opened the mission file that Rumlow was assigned on. You couldn’t get over your pride to text him yourself - not wanting to come off needy, or demanding, so you did the totally-not-psycho thing and went behind his back.

It seemed like the file was taking years to download. Every second that passed, you found yourself wanting to close the window and just forget about it. You could get laid without his help. You weren’t the type to snoop around and wait for a man. Your finger twitched to click on the “exit window” tab but the file loaded before you could backpedal.

You frowned.

That was odd.

The mission file stated that he made his return 4 days ago - scrolling down, you found that his mission report was turned in 27 hours ago. Your colleague, Cal, must have been the one to process it during your day off.

You felt a familiar icy grip on your heart. Rejection. You could take a hint. Shit happens. It’s not like you two had an agreement. Or anything, for that matter. It was just good sex.

Closing the window, you tried your best to undo the furrow in your brow as Steve Rogers walked in with two steaming cups of coffee and a report tucked underneath his arm.

“Hey there, doll.” He smiled, lighting up the room. Setting your coffee down beside you, he handed you his mission report.

“Hi Steve,” you shyly glanced at the coffee, the scent hitting your senses and you couldn’t stop the smile spreading on your face.

“I’m sorry this report is so tardy,” he said, big hand rubbing the back of his head. You couldn’t help your eyes from wandering, first gazing at his golden locks that were the opposite of Brock’s dark tresses, and then Steve’s crystal blue eyes that presented a fondness that you weren’t sure Brock’s hazel ones could ever hold.

A pang of sadness struck your heart once again. Jesus, you were whipped.

“Is everything okay?” Steve asked, eyebrows knitting with concern.

“Oh - jeez, sorry Steve,” you laughed, realizing that you got so lost thinking about Rumlow that you had never replied.

“I’ve got some things on my mind.”

Steve had the strangest expression then - a flash of knowing - and he smiled with a certain kind of apologetic softness that you were confused by.

“I see,” he said. “I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy your coffee, doll.”

And with that, he turned and made his way out. You deflated. Steve never made a hasty exit with you - normally he’d stay and chat and you both would forget that he was Captain fucking America and instead just a good dude hanging out with a friend. What on earth have you done?

“I hope it’s only good things,” Steve said, before turning the knob on your door. He looked back then, giving you another apologetic, boyish smile, and then promptly walked out and closed the door behind him. Fuck. He knew something.

Oh lord. Bang the hot commander of the S.T.R.I.K.E. team, lose the golden boy. The universe could be cruel. Then again, what did you expect?

And now you weren’t even sure if you were actively banging the man. You sighed, feeling foolish. A few nights of mind-blowing sex has made you weak. Glancing at the coffee, you took a sip, knowing damn well you didn’t deserve it.

Undeserving or not, the coffee was delicious. Damn you, Steve.

It would be another week before you saw Rumlow again. You tried to find another man - even successfully nabbed one at the bar near your apartment, but the sex was as disappointing as you feared it would be. You craved the submissive state that Rumlow could so easily throttle you in. Staring at your empty bed, you couldn’t help but to think that you were right about one thing: it would never feel the same.

You huffed, throwing yourself on your bed. Time for the next best thing.

Reaching under your bed, you found the handle to a hidden drawer. Upon opening it, you were greeted with one of your favorite sex toys - a hot pink Rabbit vibrator.

Alright, you thought. Nobody better to get the job done than you.

Slipping your pants and shirt off, you shuffled the pillows and settled into a comfortable position. Clicking the “on” button, you couldn’t stifle the giddy smile on your face as your core stirred with excitement.

Rubbing the shaft of the toy against your clit gently, you sighed and threw your head back, imagining Rumlow’s thick fingers sliding up and against your slit instead.

Adding more pressure, your toes curled and you let out a mewl of pleasure, remembering what it was like for his stubble to tickle your pussy whenever he went down on you.

You hated how fast you got wet at just the memory of your midnight rendezvous with him, when the man you met last night could barely arouse you.

Clicking the next setting, the vibrations became more powerful. Any second now and you’d be able to slide the toy in and chase an orgasm.

You whimpered, sliding your panties to the side and gingerly lining the head of the toy to the opening of your cunt.

“Well what do we have here?”

You yelped, instantly dropping the toy. Your eyes could hardly believe what you were seeing.

There Rumlow was, in full tactical gear, arms crossed with blown pupils and that signature shit-eating grin.

You swallowed. Your pussy quivered.

“I saw that,” he said, slowly walking over to the bed. He leaned down, placing both hands beside your ankles. You fought the urge to cover up.

“Why don’t you continue for me, honey?”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Picking up the toy, you inserted it with ease and moaned lowly, shutting your eyes and throwing your head back again.

You could hear Brock purr and it made your toes curl into the mattress.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

Your head snapped back up slowly, shyly, and when your eyes met his you felt small.

Fragile. Horny as fuck.

“You’re so wet, honey,” he grabbed one of your ankles and yanked you closer to the edge of the bed. The same hand found it’s way to the back of your head, forcing your forehead to rest against his as his hazel eyes bore into yours. His other hand began pumping the toy slowly into your core.

You moaned and shifted, uncomfortable with the intensity of his gaze.

“Were you thinking of me?”

You felt your heart tighten. Caught red-handed.

You nodded.

“Poor little slut,” he cooed. “Can’t get enough of my cock,” he then unzipped his pants and set his fully erect member loose. Turning the toy off and throwing it to a corner of the room, you jumped when it made a concerning clatter against the floor.

“I’m gonna make sure you don’t need shit like that no more,” Brock said in a low, gravelly voice that made your resolve melt. You shook the feeling of being ghosted off and finally spoke.

“Then do it,” you challenged. He smirked devilishly and thrust into you, not giving you any time to adjust.

With that slight twinge of pain paired with the heavenly feeling of being filled, you swore you could cum right then and there.

Rumlow’s pace was relentless, needy, desperate. He forced you to look into his eyes as he drilled into you, large rough hand gripping the back of your neck while the other held your hip in place to stop you from writhing. You found your hands cupping the sides of his face, trying to hold on, enjoying the tickle of his dark hair brushing across the tips of your fingers with every hard thrust.

You’ve never wanted to kiss someone more in your life.

In all these times you’ve had sex with Rumlow, not once did either of you initiate a kiss. Whether that be another unspoken rule to avoid feelings, or the more painful thought of he simply didn’t want to kiss you, you’d never know.

He must have caught your longing glance at his lips because he growled and suddenly his mouth was on yours, stifling your heavy moans. Teeth clashing, it was as messy and rough as the sex but exhilarating all the same. His tongue slid in your mouth and he tastes like fire and smoke.

Brock Rumlow was seeping into you and consuming everything you had while he fucked you. You gasped for breath when he broke the kiss, only to capture your mouth with his again as he thrusted in harder. Hips becoming sloppy, you could tell he was close.

A large hand slipped down in between your legs and a rough thumb began rubbing tight circles around your clit. You cried. It was too much - the kisses, the sound of skin slapping skin, his breath hitting your face and filling your nostrils with his scent.

All you could touch, smell, taste, hear - all of it was Rumlow.

The coil inside you snapped, hard, and you nearly screamed when Rumlow finished with you, cock throbbing hard inside of you as his hot seed filled your cunt. The warmth of his throbbing member and his hot cum made your body feel like a temple - the pleasure he granted you made it feel worshipped.

You struggled to catch your breath as Rumlow claimed your mouth again, this time with a rough bite to the bottom lip. You whimpered.

He pulled out and for the first time, he didn’t lay himself down next to you. He promptly got dressed.

Your crashing disappointment battling the euphoria of the sex was enough to distract you from the fact that he wasn’t dressed in his standard S.H.I.E.L.D. gear. Or, for that matter, the fact that he wasn’t scheduled to go out into the field for the next three days.

You watched him leave with faux acceptance and calmness and choked down the frustrated tears that threatened to spill out. Jesus.

You were so fucked.

Pulling the sheets and comforter over yourself and positioning your back to the door, you didn’t see Rumlow’s last glance. Longing, desperation and a dash of self-hatred made the perfect cocktail in his eyes.

Maybe good things did happen to Rumlow.

But that didn’t mean he deserved them. He turned the door knob and made his silent exit out.

The last thing you remember is a singular tear spilling out and frustration drilling a hole in your chest.

That night you dreamed of Rumlow staying, and softly kissing you while his large hands caressed every inch of your body. Nose bumping yours, there was that fondness that you had seen earlier in Steve’s eyes that was now in Rumlow’s, but it looked different.

It looked haunted. Sad, even.

The next morning when you rose from your dream, willing yourself to ignore the tear stains on your pillow, you made a pact with yourself to end things the next time he came around.

[theseshipsshallsail]

Chapter 1

The revelry from the bookstore leaves a heady buzz of la libertà flowing through their veins, and as the crescent moon climbs higher in a pin-pricked sky, Rome’s labyrinthine streets bear witness to the loss of their remaining inhibitions. Drunken kisses give way to drunken dancing - and unfortunate drunken vomiting - but the ancient cobbles are their compass on this ferragosto evening, steering them back to the complicit safety of their hotel. 

The stale scent of sex still lingers in the room, yet tempted as they are to add to it, the prospect of their imminent separation is a sobering force. Elio’s body is heavy with exhaustion. The oppressive tightness in his chest magnified by all that he’s trying to ignore. Their time is borrowed. Soon, all of this will be naught but memory. The man beside him nothing but a ghost. Haunting his every step with visions of a life denied. A future obfuscated by what-ifs and maybes.   

He refuses to sleep, however. Refuses to sacrifice a single minute to unconsciousness in spite of the grappa’s siren call. Absurd though it is, a part of him dreads waking up alone. That Oliver will disappear like a thief in the night - taking what’s left of his shattered heart with him. His guards are down - all his pretences stripped away - but here they are, stretched out on a too-small bed, solemn fingers caressing familiar skin. Worshipping each other by words, if not by the flesh. 

And it isn’t easy. Of course it isn’t. Elio’s an individuo reservato. A trait he’s uncomfortably aware of. But he can’t let that stop him from spilling his innermost thoughts. From divulging the things he wishes he’d done differently. Or not at all. In some aspects, he’s sure he’s repeating himself, but there’s just so much he needs Oliver to hear. Things he never dared tell him previously - never deemed vital - when the end of their summer idyll was a nebulous concept.  

Like how he’d leave the adjoining door open at night, hoping beyond hope that Oliver would walk through it. Or that afternoon at the tennis courts, when he’d recoiled from his massage for fear of leaning into the frisson of excitement. Needs him to understand his visceral reaction the morning after they first slept together. The crippling anxiety that twisted his intentions, necessitating a hasty - if short-lived - retreat. Wants to beg him not to forget. To remember everything. So that when next he tastes the salt-tang of the ocean upon his lips, the sweetness of apricot juice beneath a cloudless yonder, a piece of Elio - nevermind how fleeting - will slip into that parallel life, too.

All his secrets. 

All his worries. 

All he’s put off for later. 

A futile notion, admittedly, now that there is no later. 

No more chance for postponement. 

Thankfully, he isn’t the only one speaking, and Oliver lays his own regrets out like a hand of cards whenever he stumbles into a tongue-tied silence. His forearm is slung around his waist, their legs tangled at the knees, and Elio drowns in his eyes as he recalls the steely glares that once pierced him to the core, but which he now appreciates were a means of self-defence. An attempt to stave off the unavoidable.

“Did you mean it?” he whispers, twisting Oliver’s Star of David between his fingertips as he burrows into the sticky warmth of his neck. “When you said you’d been happy here?”

“How can you even ask me that?” 

“How can I not?” Elio replies, failing to control the tremor in his voice. “You tried to keep your distance when you arrived. It was me who sought you out. If I hadn’t pushed so hard -”

“I’d have probably spent ten more days kicking myself for my cowardice,” Oliver tells him, dropping kisses to his knuckles as though they’re something to be cherished. “Wearing holes in my espadrilles… trying to hide a semi each time you passed by in those swim trunks...”

Elio snorts. “The feeling’s mutual, mon ami.”

“So we’re both idiots, then?”

“Well… one of us was being purposefully difficult...”

“Goose,” Oliver growls, and Elio giggles despite himself when he’s tickled without mercy. “I’ll show you purposefully difficult.”

It soon devolves into a childish wrestling match, Elio’s wrists pinned above him as Oliver scrabbles along his sides, leaving him bow-taut and winded. “Tutto apposto! Enough!”

“You give?”

“I give,” he says, lungs heaving in his chest. “Dio… I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Nonsense.” Oliver rolls to the side, tipping his chin up to better meet his eyes. ”This is new to us both. It’s only natural to have doubts.”

Elio huffs. “Doubt is the father of inventions.”

“And may I ask what you’re inventing?”

An awkward shrug. “Nothing,” Elio says, afraid his misgivings will lead them down a destructive path. “And everything. You know how my brain works.”

“I do, yes.” Oliver brushes a thumb over his bottom lip. “Though for my sins, I’ve yet to find cause for complaint.”

“Déviant.” 

“Takes one to know one.”

Elio nips at the tormenting digit, not quite ready to let the subject go. “I want to hear it,” he murmurs, teeth scraping the nail. “I think I need to hear it.”

“Elio…”

“Just tell me,” he insists, and sighing, Oliver pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“It’s complicated.”

“Isn’t it always?” 

Impatience flares at the return of his evasiveness, and the remorse in Oliver’s gaze is immediate. “We never talked much about my family, did we?” he asks, and Elio shakes his head, shuffling closer as Oliver draws a shuddering breath. “My parents, they’re.... well. To describe them as traditional would be a kindness,” he continues. “Our relationship has been strained for years, but they have certain... expectations, I suppose. For my future, specifically. You know how it is.”

“Do I?” Elio asks, stiffening as I'm sure I'll pay for it somehow echoed from the not so distant past. 

The implication is clear, and maybe there are razor blades in his expression, because Oliver’s own turns instantly apologetic. “I guess not,” he says, sliding a conciliatory hand to his hip. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are?”

Elio frowns. “In what way?”

“With your folks,” Oliver explains. “My father would cart me off to a correctional facility.” A beat. “He still might.” 

“Only if he finds out,” his traitorous mouth blurts before his alleged genius can catch up, and Elio’s heart sinks. “But he won’t, will he?”

It’s less a question, more a statement, and Oliver’s jaw clenches as he stares at him in silent concession. “I wish things could be different.”

“I know,” Elio says, the words braver than the sentiment behind them. “Me too.”  

But the universe isn’t that lenient. Like Icarus, they’ve flown too near to the sun, and the consequences of such defiance will see their wings clipped once they crash back down to earth. He’d cautioned himself on the journey south to prepare for the blow. Peered out the grimy window of the direttissimo, knowing that when he next stands on the platform he’ll be alone. That he’ll hate it. Those rehearsals, it seems, have done little to dull the pain of what’s to come, and latent superstition has left him fumbling in the dark, regardless.

“E’ la vita,” Elio says, resorting to self-preservation as he dredges up a smile - the over-bright, false one he’s perfected through years of dinner drudgery. “Why risk it all for a bit of fun, right?”

“Don’t do that.” Apparently Elio’s not the only one who can see through a facade. “You mean more to me than some fling, and you know it.”

“But -” 

“No. Hear me out.” Earnest, Oliver smooths the hair from Elio’s temple. “These past six weeks… I don’t know how to describe how important they were to me. The freedom. The acceptance.” His throat bobs in the grey strokes of dawn. “You.”

“Me?” 

“Us.” Oliver fidgets with a loose thread on Elio’s shirt. “I meant it,” he mutters at last, winding an errant curl around the index finger of his other hand. “I have been happy here. I’ve been happy with you.” He hesitates. A quick flash of indecision. “I’m not sure I was ever really happy before you.” 

“Please don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth.”

“Per carità! That only makes it worse,” Elio says, whirling away to hide in Oliver’s collar. The sour musk of sweat is soaked into the material, and he inhales deeply, hoarding every piece of him while he still can. “You are the very best parts of me,” he confesses, lifting his head. “I don’t know what I’ll do when -”

“Hey…” Oliver’s grip tightens. “Didn’t we go over this? You’ll be -”

“Fine. You said.”

“Clearly it bears repeating.” 

Elio touches his face. Watches the ripples of emotion spread out like a pebble cast into the lake. “And you?” he returns, recollecting that night on the rock. His naivety in presuming Oliver’s ghost wouldn’t always be staring out at the horizon. Rodin’s Thinker clad in billowy cotton. “You’ll be okay?”

A breath. “I’ll be okay.”

Elio’s not sure which of them he’s trying to convince, so he kisses him gently in lieu of examining it further, his stomach flipping when Oliver pulls back with an air of exquisite softness. “What time do we need to be at the airport?” he asks, seeking sanctuary in distraction. “You have your passport, sì?”

“I do,” Oliver says, studying him carefully. “The plane leaves at noon. But don’t feel you have to -” He stops. Swallows. Tries again. “You don’t have to see me off. Not if you don’t want -”

“I want.”

“Elio -”

“Non essere ridicolo. I’m coming,” he tells him, fighting a shiver as the cool breeze from the window brings goosebumps to his skin. “Of course I’m coming.” 

The relentless tick of the clock rings loud in the sudden silence, and Elio raises up on his elbow, only for Oliver to cup his cheek before he can turn towards the wall. 

“Don’t look,” he whispers, sounding choked as he double checks the time on his watch. “It’s ten minutes fast at any rate.”

“Ten minutes?” Elio laughs. Slightly unhinged. “What difference does that make? Ten? Twenty? You still have to leave.”

He detests the unspoken word that hovers between them. The entire phrase a sullen admission of weakness: you still have to leave me.

“Don’t think of it like that,” Oliver murmurs, one hand stroking the base of his spine. ”We have a few hours yet.” 

Elio sniffs. “Not like they’ll matter tomorrow.”

“Maybe not. But they matter right now.” Oliver nudges their foreheads together. “Every second, Elio.” 

“Every second, Elio,” he echoes numbly, if only to call him by his name one last time.

He’s shaking, he realises, though in all honesty he doesn’t care that his vulnerabilities are on display. That Oliver can see how lost in him he really is. That the situation is gutting him, and he’s unable to stop the bleeding. His chest feels concave. The space below his ribs too small to contain the sheer need and protectiveness that washes through him. He wants to shelter Oliver from the storm that lies ahead. To house him beneath his breast where the burdens of this world cannot touch him. Encapsulate everything Oliver is within the confines of himself, meagre as those confines might be.

But what can he do? Implore him to stay? Ask him to give up his doctorate? His career? His responsibilities? And for what? A life in the shadows? Always looking over their shoulders. Always that sense of shame.

He thinks of the pink and yellow lilies that bloom in the giardino back in B. The delicate petals that unfurl for such a brief period of time. There’s something recherché, he knows, in such transitory beauty, yet Elio’s never lacked for stubbornness. Oliver may believe his story is already written - that their destiny is forged in stone - but no one’s ever survived a freefall by continuing to spiral. 

For something so tragically temporary, their bond has left a permanent mark. And Elio? He wants to beat his fists against this odious ending until they’re bloodied and raw.

[senchoubutter]

Rook Hunt sPICY TIMES

None of you fuckers wanna write it so I will owo || French word translations/guide is at bottom of text

pairing : Rook Hunt x Fem, Shy reader

word count : 3.3k

contents : classroom sex, female receiving oral, over stimulation, vaginal sex, Rook being a confident lil teaser

 After the whole fiasco with Eliza, ______ found herself quite needy and even a bit jealous. Seeing her boyfriend go off to try his hand at being a possible option to the ghost bride, sparked a flame in her. That was her boyfriend. Not some ghost’s prospect.

As soon as Rook returned to the college, the rest of the boys that had been rejected in tow, ______ grabbed Rook by his hand. She promised herself that she wouldn’t overreact and that she’d be that perfect little angel that people always told her to be growing up. But as soon as she saw the playful smile Rook greeted her with, her whole face was bright red and she dragged him to open and empty classroom. The whole way Rook wouldn’t shut up, cooing and joking about how assertive she was. Very funny, but this only got to ______ more as he poked and prodded at her jealous. This was very uncharacteristic of his meek girlfriend all together. What on earth could’ve gotten into her, Rook thought.

As she pulled him into the classroom, she blurted out that ‘Rook, you’re my boyfriend! I don’t want to share,’ and a pout quickly placed itself onto her lips. Her blush flared up again and warmed her cheeks at her sudden confession. But while she was embarrassed she even got this jealous, Rook was grinning ear to ear. This was what got her so worked up? Precious. That’s his ______ for ya. Always so soft spoken and skittish. But now, she resembled the tomato Heartslabyul called a dorm leader, but only a little bit.

Without missing a beat, he slowly backed her up into a desk. It was almost like a tango in the way that each step Rook took forwards, _______’s soft foot steps repeated backwards. His hands rested on her hips, tugging the skirt hem ever so slightly up as he set her on the desk, sitting her on her bum rather than the skirt. Ah, much better to see now. Rook was able to examine her face much closer and he was living, getting a new dose of serotonin each second he saw that trademark flustered face.

He leaned in and placed a kiss against her ear as he felt her delicate hands find their way to his shoulders. “How cute,” he whispered. “I wouldn’t dream of leaving you.”

“Pr-Promise?” _____ whined. She curled back a bit as Rook’s hand tangled in her hair. Gently he gripped the back of her head, trapping her in place as he came up for a kiss

“Promis.” Rook leaned in to her lips, ghosting over them, his breath on hers. He waited, a smirk growing as his girlfriend gave another whine, closing the space impatiently. As expected of her, he thought as a throaty hum of a laugh buzzed in his throat. Rook always played these games, seeing how his love would squirm and whine at his teasing. The flustered expression and needy actions drove him up a wall, only egging on his ego and want to play with her. Each reaction fed the hunter instincts in him. And each time it was like the first.

With each needy kiss, the clicking of the pairs lips resounded throughout the empty room. Rook could feel the heat that radiated from his lover’s cheeks and gave a satisfied moan. In turn, the moan buzzed against _____’s lips, tickling. She moaned back but more so at the lack of air only to be granted with a dirty trick.

Rook slid his tongue along _____’s bottom lip as he he let go of her hair. His hands gently gripped her hips. In one swift motion, he yanked ______ to the edge of the desk, hips knocking with her core as her thighs parted to rest on either side of Rook’s torso. As ______ let out a gasp in both shock and need, Rook took the chance to delve his tongue into her mouth, emitting another dark chuckle.

Rook’s hands trailed down, grabbing the back of his girlfriend’s knees, forcing her even closer. As his tongue searched every inch of her mouth, he felt ______’s hands gently grabbing the black coat that he adorned. He smirked, pulling away from her seeing a bit of drool besides the corner of her mouth.

“Allow me.”

Rook shrugged off his jacket, setting it on the desk behind him. He removed the hat he wore, setting it right atop of the jacket and inhaled slowly. When he turned around, he had the most devious grin on his lips. “Minette,” he cooed as he bent down before ______.

 "R-Rook..“

 ”Ma cherie, you’ve been quite bold today, you know,“ the huntsman purred. His gloved hand slid up the skirt of his beloved girlfriend, sending a chill down her spine. She placed her hands behind her on the desk, trying to balance herself as Rook’s other hand pushed her right leg up over his shoulder, granting him easier access. “I wonder,” he trailed off.

He was quick to invite himself underneath the black skirt, grinning at the sight before him. “I see someone has decided to be quite bold, indeed.”

“Rook!” she hissed in embarrassment. She knew exactly what his cocky ass was talking about. ______ had chosen to not wear any underwear at all that day. She wasn’t entirely expecting to have sex in a classroom but she did figure that the confrontation when Rook returned to Night Raven College would go one way or the other.

It was either fight, which was very unlikely for the pair. ______ hardly got angry and if she had an issue, she approached Rook in a calm manner, typically in private.

The other was having sex - granted, she thought Rook would’ve at least taken her back to his dorm first. This was not their first time, not by far. Rook was a very passionate individual and ______ was happy to experience and receiving all of his passion. It wasn’t a constant thing since both were often busy but it was enough times for Rook to know exactly what excited ______ the most and got her going.

Rook waved off her embarrassed cry, slowly spreading the lips of her pussy. Dripping. She was dripping wet already. His gaze grew glazed over in a playful dark haze as he came out from under her skirt. Those emerald eyes gleamed up at his flustered partner.

“I see now,” he hummed. Taking his right glove in his teeth, he yanked the black material off in one swift movement. He proceeded to do the same with the left, setting them on the desk besides ______. “Tell me, minette. Did you plan for this all along? Hmhm.~”

“N-No- Well.. I-I mean,” ______ stammered. Rook nestled himself between her thighs as if it was his natural habitat, watching her grow more and more flustered. His fingernails ran along the underside of her thighs, making ______ jump and whimper. He knew that she was very sensitive to that. He’s playing more dirty than usual.

“Take your time.”

As soon as ______ went to open her mouth, Rook began to pepper kisses languidly up her thighs. Dammit! Both the sensations Rook administrated left _____’s head spinning, thoughts foggy.

“R-Roook,” she breathlessly whined. It was almost like a braindead call for help. The blonde knew exactly what he was doing as he grew closer and closer to the area his talents were currently being requested. But each time he’d get right to the sopping center, he’d b-line over to the other thigh. “Pl-Please.”

“Please, what? Use your words, ma cherie.”

The final blow. This asshole. First he makes her thighs incredibly sensitive, then goes placing kisses everywhere but her pussy. Now, he’s gunna force her to say it. She always understood why but it never made it easier. Rook wanted direct consent but ______ struggled with telling him directly what she wanted. Here and there, he’d be direct in asking if she wanted xyz, but when he wanted to really rile her up and throw her confidence out the window, he made her tell him.

Raising a hand to hide behind, ______ let out a mumbled.

“Hm?~”

“I-I hate you,” she groaned, biting into the back of her hand that she hid behind. “Pl-Please…pl-pl….” _______ took a second to recompose herself, gathering up the courage. “Please touch m-me. U-Use your tongue o-on me. I need you, Rook.”

“Of course, princesse.”

Dipping back under the pleated skirt, Rook’s positioned the right thigh back over his shoulder, giving a bit of leverage. Of course, he didn’t stop teasing her other thigh though. Non, non. He was gently tracing circles with his fingernails on the soft thigh’s back side as Rook’s tongue poked out, giving a short flick over ______’s clit.

Immediately it sent a shiver down ______’s spine as the warm wet tip of Rook’s tongue circled the bundle of nerves. The blonde teased at the bud, speeding up only to slow down a few seconds later, and back and forth. Rook drew back for a second, letting out a sigh. The warm cunt before him twitching at the cold sudden sensation. This in turn, made Rook smirk.

Flattening out his tongue, Rook gave a long slow lick along the folds, tasting his beloved’s slickness; the salty taste faintly invading his mouth with each pass of his tongue. He could hear ______ begin to pant softly as he licked up.

“Hah, R-Rook,” she whimpered. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, holding on for dear life. It was almost as if it was the one thing grounding her and keeping her sane as Rook attempted to steal away each ounce of sanity. His tongue always felt amazing. Maybe it was the emotions and hormones, or the setting - maybe even both, but for some reason Rook’s tongue felt heavenly. ______ struggled to keep herself quiet, knowing that people were still around. Class wasn’t exactly over yet. Heck, Vil or Epel might be searching for Rook seeing as ______ took off with him as soon as he returned to campus.

As if on cue, Rook shoved his tongue into her vagina, wiggling it a bit. Immediately, ______ let out a yelp, walls clasping about his tongue. Her back tensed at the strong muscle inside her, wiggling.

“R-Rook!”

______’s hands grabbed at Rook’s hair as she whined loudly. She did her best to be gentle with her grip, but this cocky motherfucker, he only attempted to push his tongue in further. In turn, ______ let out another moan, too caught up to remember where she was.

“R-Rook, i-if you’re going t-to do that, u-use your hands..”

Rook pulled his tongue out and looked up with an evil grin. He licked at his lips, saying “Happily, princesse. Do remember we’re in a classroom, though. You wouldn’t want to get caught now, would you?”

Rook placed a kiss on _____’s clit before grinning devilishly.

“Or maybe,” he paused before practically slamming a finger into his girlfriend’s pussy. “you’re into that.”

It took every cell in ______’s body to hold in her yelps and moans as he fucked her with his pointer finger. Each time Rook’s finger slid in, ______ gasped, trying to silence herself.

“Y-You’re doing this….”

Before she could even finish, Rook’s mouth had returned along side of the finger now. He began to suck on her clit, tongue swirling the bud in his mouth occasionally. Rook heard _____ choke on her words and smirked against her clit. He could felt himself getting hard and his pants growing tight, but this wasn’t about him right now. It was about ______. He knows he can ignore his growing erection for longer than most, choosing to focus on his beloved instead at the time. It was clear she needed that today, maybe even a little more than typical.

The tug at his scalp became tighter as Rook continued to suck on the red pearl. He could hear just how wet ______’s cunt had become. Easing up a bit on the sucking, Rook slowed his finger’s pace, slipping a second into the rhythm. It was tight but that was to be expected ______ was getting close already. Maybe….Rook thought, just perhaps, he’d gone a tad over board.

“Ro- ok!”

He picked up his fingers pace, feeling ______’s walls clenching more and more at each thrust. She’d begun to buck her hips in time with them, like an animal in heat. Her left leg came up, ankles meeting, draped over and pretzelled around Rook’s shoulder. 

“I-I’m g-going to..!”

Rook gave a hum as a sign to go ahead and that was all it took to send _____ over the edge. The vibration from Rook’s lips on her sensitive clit was the last straw. She bit her hand trying to be quiet, grunting and gasping as she rode out her orgasm.

Her head was thrown back, strands of hair sticking to the sides of her face, and her chest heaving when she finally settled down. Rook felt the bud on his tongue pulsating from aftershocks but refused to let up just yet. He was far more gentle now but that along side the soft squelch of the cum that now coated the fingers he pumped in and out, were already sending ______ back on the rollercoaster. She whimpered and tried get Rook to let up, impatiently patting the desk almost as if to tap out.

Rook did eventually give up, standing up to look in his girlfriend’s eyes again. He licked at his lips before going in for a sloppy, brief kiss. ______ was quick to wrap her arms up around his shoulders in place of where her legs had just been.

He pulled away, resting his forehead on hers and chuckled. “Ma cherie, are you perhaps able to go again?“

“My…My legs are k-kinda shaky.”

“I will carry you back regardless.”

“I..O-Okay..”

Rook gave a soft smile, tucking away some of ______’s hair behind her ear. “Êtes-vous certain?“

A phrase Rook had taught her. The first time that they ever had sex he asked her that. Rook had even taught her both proper responses. Whenever he asks that in a soft tone, it reminds ______ of their first time. It fills her stomach with butterflies; this time was no different.

Looking into his eyes, ______ nodded, “Je suis.”

“Good girl. I’m so proud,” Rook whispered. He gave a gentle kiss to her forehead then.

As much as he loved the sweeter, softer moments, Rook did have a bit of a tight situation to take care of. With ______’s consent now, he began to unbuckle his pants. He unbuttoned and pushed down both slacks and boxers to his thighs. You know, just enough to let his cock spring out to say hello.

Rook was longer than he was thick, so ______ thankfully didn’t struggle too much taking it typically.  _______ held up her skirt for him and watched as he brought his dick to her folds. As soon as his head touched the wet lips, ______’s chest heaved a bit, shuddering. Everything was very sensitive still. Just Rook’s tip bumping up against her clit was a lot to handle at the moment.

Thankfully, Rook took note of how tense his girlfriend was. Granted she had begun to dig her nails into his shoulder, trying to cope with the sensitivity. After getting his cock slick with _____’s cum, he begun to slowly push himself into her cunt.

“R-Rook!” she practically screeched. Her nails dug into his shoulders,a far more piercing sensation this time. “J-Just get i-it in…D-DON’T STOP.”

Oh, goodness. He did his best to make it as painless and slow as possible but from the way his girlfriend barked that last bit at him, he could tell just how sensitive she really was. As soon as he had fully sheathed himself inside of _____, he brought her into a tight hug, arms wrapping about her waist.

_____ took a very shaky breath and her clawed grip switched to Rook’s back as he hugged her. Tears flooded her vision and threatened to fall, but ______ tried her best to blink them back. As she adjusted better to Rook’s cock, it became much easier to breath and relax.

“I can stop. Would you like to just return to my room, minette?”

“N-No. I’m okay. J-Just…s-sensitive.”

“Then I shall be gentle.”

And just as promised Rook began to rock his hips back and forth at a gentle pace. He leaned into ______’s neck and began to suck and pepper kisses all over. When he tugged down the collar of her shirt, he was able to hit a sensitive spot and began sucking. Rook felt ______’s nails ease up on his back and rather become a gentle grip on his vest and shirt.

“Ah,” _____ gasped. She let her head lean back and allowed herself to embrace all of the sensations and feelings. Aside from the sucking noise and faint panting, the wet smack of Rook’s cock grinding in and out of ______ filled them room. She took a moment to think about how taboo and dangerous this scenario is. Any of the students or teachers could walk in. She hadn’t exactly been the most quiet. And as she thought about it, she found herself reaching closer to another high already. Something about the risk made her adrenaline go off running and brought her closer and closer.

Rook on the other hand, was pretty close, and had abandoned making hickies. He panted, head in the crook of ______’s neck. He picked up his pace a bit, chasing after his own orgasm. He felt ______’s walls clenching down and he smirked a bit.

He reached down with one hand and began rubbing circles on ______’s clit again with his thumb. She immediately let out a moan and her breath hitched. Perfect, Rook thought. He kept his pacing not too fast but not too slow, trying not to hurt his girlfriend too much. But it was obvious that she was close with just the added touch again.

As the pair chased after their orgasms, ______’s nails returned, digging into Rook’s shoulders. Her pussy clamped down on Rook’s cock and her eyes practically rolled back as she reached her second orgasm.

Rook was so close though and abandoned rubbing ______’s clit, grabbing her hips. He began to ram into her faster, a tight grip on her hips that was sure to leave a bruise later on. But that was the last thing on his mind at the very moment. Rook’s breath hitched and he gave a final slam of his hips into _____’s, hot ropes of cum shooting inside of her.

The pair caught their breath, a mess of sweat, tangled limbs, and cum.

______ was the first to pipe up, letting go of Rook finally. “W-We…We should g-get out of here,” she advised. That shy soft voice had returned as she was no longer caught up in her own pleasure. The embarrassment of it all stained her face red to which Rook could only chuckle.

He slipped out of ______, causing her to let out a soft moan that was hidden behind her hand. Rook put himself back into his pants, quickly redressing himself as if nothing had happened at all. As he placed the hat he loved back on his head, he reached for his gloves besides _____’s waist. Slipping them on he offered his hand to his lady whose face once again resembled that of Heartslabyul dorm leader’s when he lost his temper.

She tried to hop down for the desk but lost her balance immediately. Her legs were shaking and she could barely stand as Rook’s arms wrapped about her for support.

“Je suis désolée. I said I’d carry you,” Rook said with a tinge regret for not acting quick enough. He swiftly picked up his girlfriend and gave her that charming smile she loved. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Th-Thank you..”

—–

I feel like a few of these are easy but i put them here in case:

Promis - I promise/ Promise

Ma cherie - my darling

Minette - kitten

Princesse - Princess

Non - no

Êtes-vous certain? - Are you certain?

Je suis - I’m sure/I am

Je suis désolée - I’m sorry

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No Nut November - Jaemin

Na Jaemin – Smut, Crack, Fluff

Warnings: Explicit content, a lot of mentions of penis’s, dirty talk, brief spanking, oral (male receiving).

Word Count: 3k

Summary: 00’s line take part in No Nut November.

The Rules of No Nut November:

You cannot have sex, masturbate, or nut in any way, shape, or form.

Watching pornography and having boners are allowed, but you can’t nut.

You are only allowed one wet dream. If you have more than one, then consider yourself out.

You do not have 3 strikes; you only have one shot at it. If you miss it, you’re out.

 If you have passed the month with a total of 0 nuts, you are a victor and you shall qualify for Destroy Dick December (Not Recommended).

Look man, just don’t nut in 30 days. 

Series

 Day 1:

Jaemin had made it very clear to you a week before the month changed to November, that he had every intention of doing no nut November. The week building up to it you had been pinned to whatever surface Jaemin had deemed fit and had been fucked hard. It was the best week of your sexual activity that you’d ever experienced, so you were kind of happy he was going to take part in the strange internet trend. You also knew once the month was over that he would go into a sex crazed state and give you a performance good enough to rival his last show.

However, it wasn’t you that you were worried about not being able to last the entire month. You were certain that Jaemin could not go a whole month without trying to get into your pants. You knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he had a very high sex drive, leading him to asking you for sex nearly every time he saw you. It didn’t help that he was the master of flirting. It made it easy for him to charm your underwear off your body. He had a knack for sending you dirty texts that were filthy enough for your face to heat up in want and slight embarrassment. He once sent you a dick pic that your friend was absolutely mortified to have seen by accident when you opened the text, not having expected him to send pictures of his meat in the middle of the day.

As you stood in your local book store, enjoying the peace and quiet it bestowed upon you, you browsed the fiction section, hoping to find a book about a hopeless romance that ended in heartbreak or a forever love, your phone buzzed in your pocket. It caused you to jump a little but luckily, you’d remembered to put your phone on silent before entering the book shop. You pulled it from your pocket and smiled softly when you saw the contact name said ‘Nana’.

“I miss you :(” his text read, your smile widening at his adorable use of the sad face emoji. You wondered if his text had a hidden meaning or not but decided it probably didn’t because it had only been about half day since he last got his dick wet. You took your time to reply, typing with one thumb as you glanced between your phone and the bookshelf in front of you.

“You saw me about 4 hours ago, I was naked in your bed. Remember?” You replied with a soft giggle, not even surprised when his reply came less than 20 seconds later.

“I remember well! ;) But do you not miss me?” You could almost hear the pout he was more than likely sporting through the words written on your screen. You smirked, trying to suppress a giggle as you replied.

“No.” You quickly followed up with another text. “Just kidding, love you boo.”

“Ouch. My heart bleeds.”

“How are you holding up? Not touched your precious pleasure rod yet have you?” You couldn’t help but ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

“First of all, ew, never call Jaemin Junior a pleasure rod ever again. Secondly, no I haven’t touched it yet! Have some faith in me!”

“Ew since when have you referred to it as Jaemin Junior?”

“Since now, actually I hadn’t even thought about anything sexual until you brought it up you perv!” You sniggered, rolling your eyes and leaving him on read as you went back to scouring the shelf for the book you desired.

 Day 2:

“Hey babe…” Jaemin patted your thigh, trying to gain your attention as you sat beside him in a taxi. You were on the way to a movie theatre and decided a taxi was the best way to avoid the downpour of rain hitting the earth forcefully.

“Yeah?” You tore your line of sight away from staring out of the window to look at him.

“Have you got any nudes on your phone?” He leaned in close, his lips beside your ear as he whispered lowly to make sure the driver didn’t hear him.

“Na Jaemin!” You whisper-shouted at him, not believing the audacity he had to ask you that in the back of a taxi.

“Please baby just give me your phone and I’ll find them myself.” He whined, holding his hand out to your expectantly.

“No!” You slapped his hand away, watching the way his lips turned into an endearing pout.

“Please…I can’t remember what your body looks like…” You shoot him a disapproving glare, shaking your head slowly at him.

“No!”

“Fine!” He turned away, folding his arms over his chest and pretending to throw a tantrum. He didn’t ask again but later on you did send him a cheeky booty pic, much to his excitement.

 Day 5:

The hot rivets of water hit your skin and ran down the contorts of your body, leaving a warm sensation flooding through your system. The water had no competition against Jaemin’s soft lips peppering open mouthed kisses across the back of your neck. The plush pillows sending cool shivers down your spin, a complete contrast to how hot your body felt.

“I want you so bad baby girl.” He murmured, his words almost getting lost amongst the noise of the water hitting all the surfaces of the shower. You hummed in acknowledgment, his hands wrapping around your from behind, fingers teasing you on their ascent to your breasts. “Let me make you feel good.” His big hands cupped your soft boobs, thumbs and forefingers each pinching your hardened nipples. A bolt of pleasure shot through you, it rippling down your body from your chest to your neglected clit. You became putty in his hands, him pulling your flat against his chest and gyrating his hips into yours enough for you to feel the prominent erection he’d formed.

A sudden reminder popped into your head. A reminder that Jaemin was supposed to be participating in no nut November. You rolled your eyes, pulling away from his grasp – although somewhat reluctantly, and turning to face him.

“I knew you’d try to fuck me before the end of the month.” You smirked at him, moving your hands up to cup his cheeks and pecking the gobsmacked look off of his lips with your own. He struggled to form words, his mouth opening and closing as he stared down at your smug face. “You’re weak Na Jaemin.” You whispered, leaning in and taking his lips between your own in a lingering, steaming kiss, the water running over your heads as you got in the line of the water streaming from the shower head. His arms looped around your torso, pulling you against him and holding your naked bodies together.

“I’m not weak.” He whispered into the kiss, his tongue poking out and trailing over the lining of your lips before working its way into your mouth. He flicked his tongue against your own, rolling his hips into yours and moving his hands down to squeeze your ass. He moved his lips down your face, to your jaw and nipping at your wet skin.

“You’re still trying to-” Your words were cut off by a moan slipping from your parted lips, his perfect mouth sucking right on the spot he knew would make your knees shake.

“Let me treat you.” He spun you around, forcing you up against the wall of the shower, bent slightly and presenting your ass out to him. You bit your bottom lip, spreading your legs apart enough to give him access to your dripping heat. He trailed his fingertips down your spine, the slight tickle causing shudders to shoot across your nerves. He ran the palm of his hand over the curve of your ass cheeks, removing it only to bring it down on your skin with a slap. You gasped in surprise, relaxing as he spanked you once more before jamming a finger inside your slick hole. “So wet for me baby girl, do you like it when I spank you?” He used his free hand to bring it down on your ass once more before leaning that hand on the shower wall and putting all his weight on it, his body hovering over yours.

“Yeah…oh god.” You moaned, rutting your hips back into his hand. He slowly withdrew his finger, circling your sodden hole with the tip of his finger before ramming it back inside of you, pumping it slowly to loosen you up. He added another finger, his lips attaching themselves onto your shoulder. He smirked when you whined against the cold shower wall, the warm water cascading down onto your body, but it was the warmth you felt from Jaemin that was making you overwhelmed.

“You want me to fuck you with my fingers harder?” He bit at the skin of your shoulder, maintaining the slow pace with his fingers. “Answer me.” He growled, stopping his fingers altogether at your silence.

“Yeah! Fuck me hard!” You whimpered at the loss of stimulation, wiggling your hips as an incentive for him to continue.

“As you please princess.” He smirked, thrusting his digits back into you hard and fast. The hand he was using to hold himself up on the wall moving to cup your breast in his hand. His fingers working over your sensitive nipple causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head.

“Jaemin!” You squeaked, your head lolling back onto his shoulder as the knot tightened in your stomach. “Right there don’t stop!” A gasp ripped from your chest, his teeth biting into your shoulder enough to leave teeth marks behind as the white-hot feeling rushed through your body, your climax hitting suddenly. Your chest rose and fell as you tried to catch your breath, your legs shaking and hips stuttering as he stopped his ministrations on your core.

“That’s my girl.” He gently kissed the bruise he’d made on your shoulder, withdrawing his fingers from you and opting to enclose his mouth around his dripping digits. He sucked them clean, dropping his eye into a wink and turning his back to you to wash his hair, his hard on being left unattended to, much to your surprise.

 Day 7:

So far, so good. To your knowledge, Jaemin had managed to not touch his penis in any sexual way at all, which again, had shocked you. You’d assumed he wouldn’t make even 3 days, so him having lasted a week actually impressed you. Despite many close calls, Jaemin had reigned in the hormones and want for you, simply keeping it in his pants, or by pulling away during your steamy session in the shower days prior. About an hour ago, Jaemin had fallen asleep on your bed, even though you’d both planned on walking down the local convenience store to buy snacks for the evening. Not wanting to disturb him because his sleeping face made your heart warm, you’d decided to go on your own and leave him to nap. Choosing not to rush, you’d taken your time in getting the snacks, and stealthily entered your apartment silently in case Jaemin was still sleeping. You’d dumped the snacks on the kitchen counter, and slowly creeped towards your bedroom. You raised an eyebrow in confusion when you heard weird noises emitting from the room. You held your ear to the door, listening as realization dawned on you, causing you to gasp loudly.

“Na Jaemin!” You burst into the room, pointing at him accusingly. “You’re watching porn!!!” He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, his eyes wide and arms folded across his chest. You paused, about to accuse him of losing no nut November when you noticed he wasn’t touching himself inappropriately. “You’re…erm…are you watching porn for the plot?” You glanced at the television opposite your bed, the scandalous video of a girl having a cock shoved down her throat greeting your eyes.

“Kinda…” He shrugged, grabbing the remote and shutting off the power.

“You’re so strange…” You both looked at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.

“I was bored, and I missed it!” He defended himself, watching your every move as you slinked closer to the bed, a seductive look gleaming in your eye. You’d had enough of this stupid no nut November thing, deciding once and for all the test his resolve. “What are you doing…?” He asked suspiciously when you clambered onto the bed, throwing your leg over his own and sitting just above his knees on his outstretched legs.

“Oh nothing…” You bit your bottom lip alluringly, his eyes watching your hands as they slowly peeled down his jogging bottoms. “Lift your hips like a good boy yeah?” You winked, his hips lifting automatically to your order. You pulled his joggers down, his boxers coming down with them. His hard cock sprang up to his t-shirt, your eyes zoning in on it like a predator hunting its prey. You pushed his t-shirt up, exposing his defined abs and smirking as a bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip onto his stomach.

“Hey…don’t touch that penis missy.” He spoke with a dominating tone, you giggled, raising an eyebrow challengingly at him.

“Or what?”

“Or I lose no nut November!” He gulped, sighing and leaning his head back onto the soft pillow of your bed. “Fine. Touch it.”

“Yay!” You gripped his cock at the base, pulling it so it stood upright. Your touch took his breath away, a week proving to be too long for the absence of having his dick touched in a sexual manner. This is what he’d been craving since the he’d decided to take on this stupid challenge, and he knew he couldn’t last out long. You held eye contact with him, leaning down to rest the head of his cock on your bottom lip. “Tell me what you want.” He wasn’t used to this amount of dominance from you, it causing a firework of pleasure to burst inside his stomach.

“Suck my cock baby girl, make me cum.” You poked your tongue out, kitten licking another drop of pre-cum that spilled. The bitter taste didn’t bother you, and you actually enjoyed giving your boyfriend blowjobs, knowing a lot of your friends had different opinions on giving head. “Hurry.” His own dominance shone through, challenging your own and giving you the sensation of needing to comply to him. You fluttered your eyelashes at him, taking the head of his cock between your lips and sucking gently. “Oh fuck.” He wanted to bend his knees, but you were caging them underneath your body, restricting his movement. His fingers found their way into your hair, gripping at it gently. Without any warning, you took all of his hard length into your mouth, sucking harshly and bobbing your head up and down in perfect rhythm. Puffs of air left his parted lips as he tried to cope with the pleasure coursing through his cock, his toes curling in response.

You pulled off to wipe at your mouth, spit forming in the corners of your lips. You leaned forward, placing soft kisses on his abs and slowly trailing them back down to his red, leaking cock awaiting the presence of your warm mouth. You take him back in your mouth, making sure to stare into his soul as your drag your lips down his shaft and back up against tauntingly, letting your lips leave the tip with a pop. You use your hand to pump him fast, biting your bottom lip as his stomach starts to flex. He whimpered, squirming on the bed before letting out a loud grunt, his grip on your hair tugging harshly as he came. You’d opened your mouth in perfect time, white ribbons coating your tongue and lips.

“Fuck you look hot covered in my cum.” He panted, watching as you closed your mouth and made a point to lick your lips provocatively in front of him. “You’re a dirty girl.” He spoke lowly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he caught his breath. You let go of his cock, letting it flop to the side without cause. “Also, fuck you! I was doing great at no nut November and you just had to ruin it didn’t you!” After the bliss of his orgasm wore off, he sat up, pushing you onto your back against the bed. You squeaked in surprise, suddenly the ceiling being all you could see until Jaemin came into your view, his body hovering over your own.

“Punish me then.” Winking at him to rile him up, you trailed a hand over your own body, squeezing your boob over your clothes and grinning cheekily at him. “Do your worst.”

“You’re in for a long night baby girl.” He smirked his famous smirk at you, immediately diving in to suck at the crook of you neck. 

No Nut November: Na Jaemin - Fail.

(A/N: Hello! Thank you so much to everyone whose liked/reblogged/commented and messaged me about this series. It’s been a wild ride and I’m overwhelmed from the love its gotten! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, please let me know what you thought of the series as a whole and whether you’d like me to do Destroy Dick December!)

[choleraciemna]

I wake up at once as if somebody shook me. It's very quite now, no voices heard, no music, no steps. And it's surprisingly bright. Blinking and rubbing my eyes and fighting back a sneeze I look around to see full moon shining through a gauzy curtain. It takes only a second more to remember where I am. Sage got a room for us in the Runny Eye with a single bed. Rather wide and comfortable bed, I have to admit. I remember him laughing at my words it looked like planned this way. 'Me plannin?' He grinned rising his left brow so high it got lost under the mess of white hair.

A later memory catches me. Those messy silken white strands. Oh, they are soft. I feel my cheeks warming fast. We were sitting on the floor against the hearth and there was more warmth coming from Sage's big body, from his broad chest exposed as always. And I was rubbing those big velvety ears vigorously and petting them softly and combing his long hair gingerly. Caressing his sensitive ears with my fingers, caressing sensitive tips of my fingers with his unbelievably soft fur. Both of us melting quietly, both of us pretending it's nothing.

And it seems at some point I just drifted off comforted by the weight of his head on my shoulder, lulled by his gently purring. Did Sage carry me to the bed? Oh hell. I never meant for real to leave him sleeping on the floor like a dog. I was going to tell him the bed seems to be wide enough for two and I'm pretty used to sleeping in much more awkward conditions in camps and tourist shelters during numerous trips back on Earth. I feel guilty at once. I throw off the blanket and get my feet out of the bed trying to make as little noise as possible. Oh. I get it Sage took off my shoes and covered me carefully...

The air is cool, I shiver and instinctively hug myself stepping on the wooden floor. Where's that blanket? I'm definitely not going anywhere without it. The hearth is almost fireless by now, only few crimson embers left. And there I see him in cold moonlight, curling like a big sleeping beast in a messy nest of several blankets, each one probably too small for somebody that tall and broadchested.

Never saw his face being that peaceful and calm. That usual blank unreadable expression of his was much more sarcastic and mischievous, I can see it now in comparison. This moment Sage's face is soft in all senses. Not a slightest sign of tension. His forehead smoothed tranquilly. Deep shadows under his long lashes. He's surely not smiling, his lips are as still as all his features, but the very corners are rising softly. Sage doesn't look like he's cold or numb or uncomfortable any other way. In fact he looks very cozy. 'Like a big cat sleeping', I catch myself contemplating.

I wish I could hug him. Just ease my hand on his side and let my mind drift off again. Isn't it natural. So simple. Just like cuddling for warmth earlier this night. Oh yes, it caused some warmth. Rising from ones chest I may say. From the very core. Warming ones pinky face. Burning ones cheeks and ears. So very very warm...

For how long can I stand here like an idiot? Wrapped in a blanket, holding my breath, ogling sleeping Sage on the floor. It's silly. He's so cute like that. So soft and cozy. So unusually ungarded. Not looking like a mercenary allways ready for a good fight. Not like a man on a run watching his back all the time. Just a comely guy resting mindlessly. Does it mean he trusts me enough? Does it mean I'm not troubling him at least?.. I wish I knew.

He told me for so many times now he's not safe to be around. And the truth is I do feel safe and confident while he's here. It's not that I'm going to hang on him or to hide behind his back. I just love that huge warmth coming from him. The tender warmth lighting his eyes when he grins at me. The tickling disturbing heat rising in my own chest in reply.

Oh great! I can always tell him I got cold. Sounds pretty plausible. I just got cold in that big empty bed. This kinda was to be expected. Trying to step silently I walk around his nest of blankets and squat down. Sage is still and quiet. I lie down slowly behind his back. The rustling of my blanket sounds so damn loud. But when I stop moving there are no other sounds. And it's warm here. Really warm. I can feel him breathing steadily.

And I can smell that spicy and smoky aroma of Sage's hair again. Exciting and cozy at the same time. I'm afraid I can get used to it. Allready getting being honest... I bury my face in his unbraided hair.

When Sage wakes up and finds me here he'll tease me mercilessly, I know. Well, I'll tell him I got cold. Sage will probably laugh and tease me more but he won't mind for sure...

Oh I know him. He'll ask something like "Missed me?" And damn me if I'll give him the smallest chance to see me embarrassed. I'll tell him I was looking for warmth. I needed to warm myself to be able to sleep. Pure innocence, huh.

Sage's wide back is really warming me now, it feels hot even through all this blankets, his and mine. I shift a little trying to get clother to him. What a silly childish shyness. What the heck. When Sage asks me what I'm doing here I'll tell him I thought HE could get cold. It's pretty true. I just care ...a lot. Oh well...

Annoyed with myself I close my eyes tightly. I dig Sage's hair slightly with my nose and stop when I touch his neck. My heart pounding seems to be the only sound in the dead of night. His skin is so warm. When Sage will ask me what the hell I'm doing here I'll think of some funny and teasing joke in reply.

I raise one arm to rest on his side. I'm not pressing at all. And there are so many layers of fabric between us. And still I can feel that delicate warmth. Enveloping me so nicely, mildly. My hand begins to slip and I hold him just a little tighter. And then I feel it. A low rumble deep under my open palm pressed to his chest. The big sleeping cat's purring.

When I wake up again it's almost dawn and it's hot and I'm tangled in a tight embrace. I lay on my side one hand wrapped around a muscly shoulder blade other touching soft skin on a pleasantly firm pec. Thin sleepshirt the world's kindest Anisa gave me had clinged to my skin. Two warm heavy palms hold my back carefully. And is that a tail curling against my hip? I can feel tufty fur on it's end. My face hidden in the crook of Sage's neck inflames instantly.

I wish I could see if Sage's awake. And honestly I wish I could stay like this for some time just listening and breathing and indulging the weakest part of myself. Snuggling against Sage's hot skin, feeling his pulse against my chest.

"Morning", I hear him whisper. And though all I can see now is the whole mess of white hair, I can swear he's smiling.

"Good morning, Sage!"

"Not just good", he chuckles softly. "It's probably the best."

Oh I need to see his face immediately! Sage's voice never sounded like that before. I raise my head to see him blushing brightly. Just as me.

"Looks like I missed something interesting", Sage grins widely. Before I can reply wittily his expression changes.

"Did you get cold all alone in that empty bed?" Look, his not teasing! Not at all. Sage's really caring.

"I just missed you." I didn't expect it to come out like this. So simply. My face burns with embarrassment. His eyes widen. Sage looks at me seriously and... fondly? Can I describe a gaze as 'warm'?.. When he begins to speak his voice is low and husky.

"You know... It's not that often in my age. Experiencing something for the first time."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. He laughs shortly, "...in bed especially!"

I glare at him but still can't help a huge curiousity.

"Sage... I don't get it yet. It's your first time doing... what?" Hell. I'm on fire. But look! He's also as red as a tomato. You're not that closed and cool after all, Sage. And I wish you knew just how much I like it.

"Uh", he mumbles. "You see, usually I just sneak out before sunrise..." After a night spent together he means. Oh.

"So here I am." Sage smiles unusually softly, shyly. "Waking up cuddling for the first time in my life."

How can it be? What was his life like? This big boy with a bit of reputation. Did he just told me he'd never been loved?.. Never letting anybody to stay around him for long enough. Never sharing all those dangers with anybody and also never sharing all this softness and warmth. Never being  treasured the way he deserves it.

Cradled in his heavy arms I look at Sage like I've never really seen him before. I'm totally caught. I'd never say what I'm saying if I had just a little time to think about it.

"But... Do you really mean nobody ever hugged you sleeping? Nobody enjoyes your warmth and nobody knows how safe it feels here?.."

"You do", Sage says in that special low voice looking me right in the eye. And we both redden again in silence.

Then he remembers something and amusement lights up his face. "Speaking of first times. Have you ever heard 'bout the callin' stones?.."

...

[gauntie-o-dimm]

Josiah Trelawny | Magic

For his next trick, Josiah will pick a volunteer from his one-person audience and perform a nimble-fingered act.

Word count: 2400+ Warnings: Smut, squirting

The letter you had received in the mail contained instructions clear as day and was hastily written, as if the person who sent it was in a hurry to scribble it down onto yellowed paper. 

“(Y/n), come to my place, I need to show you something. J.T.”

Of course you were aware to whom these initials belonged, but the handwriting alone would’ve been enough to recognize it as Josiah’s doing. There was something elegant about his way of putting ink onto paper and in another life, you would’ve imagined him a troubadour of sorts.

And by those directions, you prepared your horse before setting out to the north-east of Rhodes, arriving when the sun had just set behind the horizon, leaving you obligated to take out your lantern to make sure any watchful eyes would not see you as a threat. 

The backdoor of Josiah’s cabin was open and a soft light emitted from the room, so you put your lantern away as you approached on horseback, hitching your trusty steed right outside of the small camp. You rarely came here; If he wanted to see you, the man in question most often made sure to seek you out instead. 

“Josiah?” your voice was small to prevent yourself from accidentally startling him; You had done that before and he had knocked his ink pot onto the ground in the jolt that it had caused him - if you looked closely, you could still see the black circles decorate the floor of the cabin, though it had worn down over time.

You found him on top of his bed, a book in his hand. He seemed absorbed in it and the letters on the cover made you blush. 1001 ways to please a lady.

The blood rushed to your cheeks and you cleared your throat, sending the man into quite a scare despite your previous attempt. “Oh, (Y/n)!” he said, grey eyes widening as they settled on your form, his hands quickly shutting the book, putting it upside down on his nightstand. 

You reached for your pocket, taking out the notice you had received from him. “I got your letter.” you mused, smiling as he nodded. 

“Oh, how grand that you could immediately come!” Josiah exclaimed, immediately raising from his seated position to move to close the front- and backdoor. Not that the cabin was big, so it took him mere seconds. 

“What did you need me here for?” you quizzed, feeling your heart speed up as he approached you. He leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips. “We should drink some tea first, and then I will tell you all about it.” 

You sat down on his bed, reminiscing about the intimate moments you had shared underneath the red plaid together. Rubbing your hand over the fabric, you waited for the man to prepare you a drink. 

The cup was hot when he gave it to you, but your fingers had become used to many things in nature and other things, like grabbing onto the barrel of a over-heated rifle or taking the heat of holding sticks of ignited dynamite for as long as you could to make sure you had enough time to aim your throw. Thus, Josiah wasn’t surprised to see you wrap your hands around the porcelain cup of just-boiled water so tightly. 

“So, what have you been up to, (Y/n)?” he asked, turning on a few lanterns to light up the place. As soon as he deemed the room light enough, he took a wobbly chair and sat down across of you. You traced the edge of your cup with your index finger. “Things, you know. Dutch and Hosea are preparing for a big heist in Saint Denis. We always need money... I wonder where it goes.” 

Josiah hummed interested, as if he wasn’t aware of that information yet, but he just loved hearing your voice, especially when you moaned his na-- He realized you weren’t talking anymore, looking at him questioningly, cup of tea halted mid-air near your lips, those lips that had been upon his many times before, and on his--

“Did you say something?” he murmured, abashed by his unusual zoning-out. “What did you want to show me?” you repeated, placing down the cup in the saucer before putting it onto the nightstand, next to the book he had been reading earlier.

Josiah followed this gesture, a shaky breath leaving his lips. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear that he was nervous.  “I have been working on a magic trick that I’ve learned and would like to try it out on you.” 

You frowned - you had seen Josiah work on some nimble card tricks before and he had also been able to send you in a complete state of awe by seemingly transforming a revolver into a songbird - what could he possibly need you for, now? 

He lightly tapped on the book he had been reading earlier, shifting in his seat. His moustache slightly twitched as he told you the following;

“According to this research, I am able to turn you into a fountain!” 

A soft gasp left your lips at the suggestion, eyes narrowing in slight fear. “A fountain? Like a real fountain?!” You could barely believe your ears, completely  taken aback by the idea of being turned into one of those water-spitting sculptures that you had sometimes seen around Saint Denis, mostly located in the most luxurious of gardens. You had never fully understood how it worked, but the system was centuries old, at least according to Hosea, and that man was a walking encyclopedia.

Josiah smiled, assuring you that nothing was wrong - he adored the innocence your face showed, realizing that you were utterly unaware of what he meant. And how could he blame you? It wasn’t like he knew of this before reading it a day ago. 

He put his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it softly. “My darling,” he began, “If you will please take your bottoms off, I will show you soon enough.”

The blush that spread over your cheeks was hot and red. Not that you were surprised with his forwardness - he usually was - but it was something you hadn’t expected him to say in this moment. Obediently, you took off your boots, your pants and underwear.

Josiah stroked his moustache thoughtfully whilst his gaze was focused on you, taking in the sight of your half-naked form whilst you were well aware of the bulge starting to grow in his trousers. Tearing his gaze away from you for a moment, he went to close the curtains of his cabin. Not that it would matter in the end - the walls were thin and you would be most likely heard outside anyways. With a grin, you beckoned him closer.

He stepped forward so he was in your reach and you undid the button that held together his pants. You shoved it to his ankles along his underwear, semi-hard erection springing free in front of you. You licked your lips as Josiah kicked off the pieces of clothing, you both being nude from the waist down, now.

Of course you had noticed your core becoming hotter at the knowledge of what you were about to do, and you dipped your head down and forward slightly to take the tip of his cock into your mouth, sucking on it softly for a few moments. A content sigh left Trelawny’s throat, one of his hands soon lacing in your hair.

But he wouldn’t let you indulge yourself into blowing him for real, for he soon stepped back and your mouth was slightly agape as his length fell from it, still swollen and bobbing slightly at the movement. He grabbed your chin, tilting it upwards so he could kiss you. For a few moments, you melted against his lips, letting him push you back onto his bed. He laid himself next to you, not breaking the kiss.

He positioned his body so that your back was leaning against his chest, his lips tearing away from yours with a whimper from your side. Even though his moustache always tickled when you were in lip-lock, you missed the warm feel of the plump flesh against your face. 

Much to your delight, they were soon placed onto your neck, one of Josiah’s hands slipping towards your front, down your stomach. Despite the lack of foreplay tonight, you were surprisingly wet for him. As the soft pad of his index finger gathered the juices to moisten your slit, you let out a shivering breath.

He propped himself onto his elbow so he could reach you better, digits moving up and down until you could clearly hear the lewd sound of a woman’s parts being touched. 

You sucked your bottom lip in between your teeth, lifting up one of your legs towards your chest to give him easier access. He rubbed across your labia, teasingly neglecting your straining clitoris. “Josiah...” you softly moaned as he slipped one of his fingers into you, stretching you open for him.

As soon as he started to pump the finger in and out of you, you rolled back your head, enjoying the feeling of being touched after quite some time. When was the last time he had done something like this to you? It had been weeks...

Josiah grunted as you grabbed a hold of his erection, starting to stroke it whilst the pace of his hand moved up. He added another digit, looking at your reaction to see if you were enjoying it. Soon, you reached down to stroke circles over your clit, relieving some of the pressure that you were feeling down there. He softly grunted as you felt pre-cum leak down his length and you quickened the jerking of your palm against him, thoroughly amused by the look on his face.

“Wait, hold on...” he murmured, starting to wiggle his fingers into you in an odd way - what was he doing? Confused, you stopped your handjob, instead choosing to prop your body onto your elbows instead so you could watch what he was doing to your dripping cunt.

He moved his fingers in a particular way and you whimpered in an unpleasant way, causing him to give you an apologetic look. “Sorry, I thought I... Well on Earth... What did the book say again?”  Without any warning, he pulled his fingers out of you, slick with your excitement. You let out a sound at the loss, whining silently as he reached for the book on the nightstand. Frantically, he began flipping page after page, the paper becoming marked with your juices, but the man didn’t seem to mind.

“Ah, here we go!” he murmured, seemingly to himself, and shifted in his position so he could both read and finger you - he was soon slipped inside again, much to your relief. 

“As soon as your fingers are fully inside--” he pushed them deeper, making you moan his name softly. “--Twist your hand around so your palm is facing upwards.” He didn’t remove his fingers but moved to sit between your legs, twisting his hand in such a way that he was following the directions.  “Then,” he continued, “You should make a come-hither movement and feel tissue that has a strong resemblance to a sponge. Keep stimulating it, and it will soon make your woman gush like she has never done before.” 

You blushed like mad at the suggestion, gasping as he indeed started to press his digits against the spot the book spoke about; it was an odd sensation. He put the book away and sat in such a way that he could fully see you, yet still able to touch you in that same way.

His other hand thumbed at your clit and you were happy to lean back into the mattress again, overwhelmed by the new sensation. He had skilled fingers and you were surprised that he did this so well, despite never having tried it before.

“Do you like it?” he asked with a deep voice, well aware of the clench of your walls around him. He kept on pumping, massaging, moving. Your toes curled and you pulled your legs upwards towards your chest, spreading yourself even more open for him. Your stomach did the familiar pleasurable clench that indicated the build-up before an orgasm and you nodded, cheeks flushed pink and (h/c) hair spread all over the pillow. 

Suddenly, the strong urge to pee started to grow and you were confused by this, not knowing why it had kicked in so unannounced. “Josiah...” you murmured, “Please stop... I am so embarrassed, but I really need to pee...” You covered your face with your hand as a wave of insecurity hit you; What would he think of you? 

“The books says it is completely natural to feel that while trying this.” Josiah soon assured you, leaning forward to press a kiss onto your thigh. “Just let it all out, darling.” You nodded, obeying to his commands. The tingle in your stomach made you realize that you were about to cum.

You moaned unexpectedly loud and arched your back into him, hoping, wishing that he would keep on touching that same spongy spot in unison with your clit. Much to your delight, he did, and your high washed over you like rarely before.

And amidst the blast of pleasure, you felt something of pressure being released, as if you were peeing, but not quite-- 

“Well, that is what I call a fountain!” 

Josiah laughed loudly and you opened your eyes, seeing his shirt all stained wet. And you were still gushing! It was an odd sight, but the man in front of you seemed to enjoy it wholly, and it brought a whole other dimension to sex. You felt sexy, even though you were a drenched, panting mess. 

Josiah leaned down, starting to clean you up with his tongue. Your chest heaved up and down, exhaustion hitting you now that all the pressure was gone. You were left with the afterglow, greeted by the pleasant hum of Trelawny as he put his lips on you. “This is very nice.” he mused. “We should try this again soon!” 

You nodded in agreement, coming down from your state of bliss as you reached for that one book once more. “Perhaps I could get my hands on a book about male anatomy as well... To take care of you, big boy...” you purred, reaching out to touch his manhood. 

Josiah grinned, leaning in to kiss you. “I could get one of those for you. You should come back next week so we could try the other tricks in this magical book.”

Frankly, you couldn’t wait for next week to come along.

[ironmansuuucks]

Cotton Candy Girl

dewey finn x reader 

Hey guys! so this is a sweet little fic me and the amazing @thewolfisapartofmysoul​ have been working on recently!! all about the Dewey content hehe! in this fic we have the reader wanting to finally break free from societies expectations and change up her appearance! We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it!!

warnings: fluff, angst, mention of smut 

aesthetic by the amazing @thewolfisapartofmysoul​ - we literally sobbed over that pic of dewey for like twenty mins straight lol 

You woke up just before Deweys alarm was gonna go off early in the morning as you did every morning. You watched Dewey with your eyelids still heavy with sleep. You cracked a tiny smile at his features. A tiny bit of drool tickled down his bottom lip when he snored. Your eyes moved from his drooling lips, to his scruffy cheeks, to his hair. His brown locks standing in every direction possible... you sighed, deeply content having him next to you. His hair never stopped to amaze you. It was just so fluffy, so soft... and so SO Dewey... 

You scooted closer to him, feeling the heat his body provided under the sheets. You lay your leg over his, brushed your ankle against his calf and went to push your nose against his. Your head on his pillow, nose-to-nose. You carefully reached out, combing your hand through his hair. Brushing your fingers through the soft brown curls and whispered your boyfriends name to wake him up.

 "....Dew.... Dewey.... You gotta wake up dear... Gotta teach the kids what Rock is about..."

 Dewey slowly opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face as soon as his eyes found yours. His hands gliding towards your waist, hugging you as close as possible his morning voice croaked out: "Morning sweetheart... you look beautiful today..." 

 He pulled you against him and nuzzled his nose deeply into the nape of your neck, sniffing deeply he sleepily whispered: "... not fair... you even smell beautiful..." You had to chuckle a bit at that weird compliment. Dewey calloused fingers brushed softly over your back, up and down over your spine. He kissed you sleepily and murmured "...so... SO... soft..."

 You pulled away with a giggle and pecked his nose. "Okay rockstar... time to start your day. Joining me for breakfast and coffee?" He pumped up his fists and cheered a: "Hell yeah, i am!" your way. Before you could reply he launched himself out of bed and whooped loudly when he reached the kitchen before you. He leaned against the kitchen table, proud sleepy smile on his face as he offered you his fist to bump. You knotted your eyebrows together in confusion and he chuckled: "... loser's gotta make the coffee..." As you scoffed, a smirk creeped up your face. Gosh what a weirdo. You rolled your eyes, pumped his fist and turned around to prepare the coffee machine. 

 As soon as you turned your back to him you felt his arms sneak around your waist, and his scruff against your neck, peppering you with light kisses. "...waking up with you is my favourite, love..." 

* * * *

You had to rush Dewey out of the door. Again. Leaving early never had been Dewey's strong suit, and having to leave you had doubled this problem. You just hoped he was gonna be on time for his lesson today. 

 You paced around in your apartment, you were doing that for the past hour or so. Feeling anxious but bubbling with excitement at the exact same time. You clenched the guitar-pick in your left pocket when you dialed the number of the piercing studio. Heart hammering in your chest as you kept pacing the room. Repeating the mantra Dewey had whispered when he gave it to you: '...stick it to the man... stick it to the man... stick it to the man... sti-" The phone stopped ringing and someone picked up. 

 You nervously told the lady on the phone what you wanted, and asked if she had time today... knowing that waiting only caused you more doubt. You knew you really wanted this. It was just... Low self esteem and overthinking could cause hell sometimes. You made an appointment for later that day. And you felt relieved, giddy in excitement and stressed at the same time. 

 You tossed your phone on the coffee table and only then noticed the strength you had been clenching the guitar-pick with. Your knuckles sore from holding onto the little trinket for dear life. You smiled a bit at the memory of Dewey, when he gave it to you.

 Dewey knew you struggled. With yourself. Your image of yourself had never been positive... You struggled with the expectations of society, wanting to please every soul on the earth. Even if it wasn't your cup of tea, you would move mountains to make people happy. To feel validated. To feel worthy. This included your behaviour as well as your looks. "Keep your hair long, cause it looks pretty on you. Simple clothing suits you well... i like it on you." Everyone around you had influenced your inner self. Until you met Dewey. From the beginning of your relationship he made sure to tell you daily how beautiful you were to him, no matter what you chose to wear. Or not to wear. How you were enough. How you were worthy. How you were loved.

The guitar-pick was given to you right after you told him you often thought badly of yourself. He pulled it out of his jacket, and pressed it into your palm. Telling you: "When i’m ever in doubt, feeling insecure or nervous... i hold this, and think: 'stick it to the man'." He had pressed a soft kiss on your temple and continued while he pulled you in a caring hug, his strong arms holding you as he cooed: "...whenever you feel like that, hold the lucky-pick and remember i’m near. I;m supporting you in everything you do. You are beautiful. Your soul is beautiful. You are enough and always will be. Dare to be fearlessly authentic, love. I love the whole you. And i always will." 

 A single tear spilled again at the memory. You pulled the guitar-pick out of your pocket to kiss it, feeling its strength. Dewey’s strength and trust, seep into your very core as you recalled that beautiful moment of intimacy you two had shared. It was beyond a physical bond, more of a soul-matching bond. You looked at the scribble he made on the pick, the black of the marker a bright contrast at the shiney purple pick. Dewey wrote on it: "Be you" You flipped it around it said: "Faith & Trust. Dewey" 

 You but the pick back in your pocket and ran a hand trough your hair, sighing nervously but proud of your decision. Nose piercing it was. And you were gonna rock it. Damnit. It was the 'stick-it-to-the-man-thing' to do, and you knew you wanted it. For you. Not for anyone else. You were done with being exactly what society expected you to be. Let them meet the real you instead. The real you deserved the world. Dewey always told you that. You eyed the hair in your hands as well... and with a deep sigh you also decided your hair needed to be freed from stupid standards as well. New you. Well... old you, with a new bit of confidence in your authenticity. Change was a good thing... 

 You still felt a bit anxious to follow through with your plan... but figured that this was what you really wanted to do. It felt good. It felt genuine. It felt... freeing. But a bit scary too. You clenched the pick even more tightly... You liked it... You just hoped with all your anxious, authentic heart that Dewey would like it too.

* * * * 

Running back up the stairs to your apartment got you out of breath quickly. You shoved the keys in, unlocking the door, and slammed the door behind you once you were in, throwing your back against it. “holy shit” you breathed in and out quickly, regaining your breath. You did it. You wiggled your nose, feeling the foreign object, that had been impaled on your right nostril, move. “ouch”. It was still fresh.

You darted over towards the bedroom mirror, jumping into view of yourself. You squealed excitedly at your freshly dyed locks, running your fingers through the soft, baby pastel pink. It was so pretty. You were SO proud of yourself for doing it. Going against societies values and expectations, giving them a big fuck you. You stuck your hands in your denim jacket pockets, posing in the mirror. And for the first time in a long time, you absolutely loved what you seen, closing one eye and sticking your tongue out. You felt good and you looked amazing.

You glanced down at your watch. It was almost four. Shit. Dewey would be home soon. Suddenly insecurity began to kick in as you looked up in the mirror at yourself again. Would Dewey like it? What if he hated it? Shit. Maybe this was a bad decision. Had you done the right thing? I mean, you could always nip to the store and get a box dye- “Baby, I’m home!” you heard Dewey come through the front door.

No, Dewey loves you he’s gonna love it. You looked in the mirror again, giving your pink curls one last floof before he laid eyes on you “yeah hey Dew, I’m in the bedroom!”. You could hear Dewey’s feet begin to pad through to the bedroom.

“aw babe you will not believe what the kids were telling me tod-“ he paused once he seen you standing over at the mirror. Your hands in your pockets and smiling sweetly at him. His eyes widened as they examined your new features. “stick it to the man, right?” you smirked at him. Dewey literally squealed as he bounced over to you, in awe at how pretty you were. He was so proud. “baby you look amazing!” he exclaimed, picking up your hair and running it through his fingers.

“do you like it?” you asked hesitantly. Dewey lit up “do I like it?!?! Babe I LOVE it?!?!”. Dewey pulled you into a tight hug “I’m so so so proud of you” you giggled at his antics. Once he let you go you squinted your eyes and looked down at your nose, wiggling it. Dewey looked at you confused but followed your eyes to your nose, and.. “DUDE!! NO WAY?!?! Can I touch it?” he asked lifting his hand up, but you moved your head laughing “no, it’s still sore”.

He looked at you adoringly and picked up your pink curls again “my cotton candy girl”, before he went to kiss you sweetly. But you banged noses, irritating your nose piercing slightly “ouch” you laughed. “ah I’m sorry”. You smiled at him, leaning in to kiss him again, exaggerating your head movement this time, “I forgive you”.

Dewey moved his hands to your waist and you threw your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. “you know.. this whole.. stick it.. to the man… vibe.. is really.. sexy” he managed out between kisses. You hummed into him, “I’m glad you think so. Do you think this nose ring makes me look like a bad ass?” you smirked. “hell fucking yeah it does. My lil cotton candy bad ass” he kissed you again.

You kicked off yous shoes, still attached to Dewey. “how was your day?” you broke away from him but he leaned into kiss you again “that doesn’t matter right now – you do”. You giggled at him, kissing him back. Dewey pushed your jacket down your shoulders and you let it drop to the floor. He moved his hands to brush through the pink parts of your hair, then down to your shoulders and arms “mmmm.. so soft.. so proud of you” he hummed.

You flushed your body up against Dewey’s and you could feel the bulge growing in his pants. You giggled at him and knew what was coming next. Dewey brushed his hand up your arm to your tank top and bra strap, slowly pushing it down your shoulder. He moved his head and started leaving little kisses down your jaw, then your neck. You moaned lightly “Dew, it’s like after four we need to think about dinner soon” you giggled.

He hummed against your skin “the only thing I want for dinner is cotton candy”.

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[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Clandestine Creation Myths

This fic feels like it’s been a long time coming in some form or another, and I guess the movie gave me that final push I needed - because I have been obsessed with the concepts of Pearl as a storyteller and ”I’ve been imagining things”, we became our faaaantasyyyy rushed right in to hit me where it hurts.

This fic features two absolutely beautiful illustrations by @loomborn​ (artblog: @nereamerayo​) and in fact took shape in a very interesting and immensely inspiring back-and-forth fic-feeds-art-feeds-fic collab with her and @jeejyboard​ to whom I seem to owe a life debt yet again.

So here’s a lot of introspection, the dawn of the Rebellion proper, and, of course, Imagining Things. Pearl tells a story as the rain falls. Pearl, Rose, guest appearance by Garnet and, well, the Earth. ~5600 words.

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Clandestine Creation Myths

To Pearl’s dismay, the gloomy, overcast sky decided to unleash its long-held threat in a downpour right as their little trio-quartet of fugitives made it out of the woods and to a stretch of rolling grassy hills. 

In hindsight it seems inevitable, really. Their long trek between Homeworld-guarded warp pads has only been made longer by frequent pauses to appreciate the sights and sounds and altogether overwhelmingly numerous and various sensations of the planet.

...some markedly more pleasant than others.

Pearl knows Rose would love nothing more than to run breathlessly through the curtain of rain to splash around in every muddy puddle she can find - the way the fusion, newly self-declared a Garnet, rushed away from them to do not that long ago, making a very determined yet undecipherable claim about not hiding from any of it ‘this time’. Rose, too, certainly wishes to bask in the novelty of the droplets running down her face and shoulders and arms, tickling; to catch the cool water in her cloud of curls, see it stick to her form (her lovely, lovely form, the form she clings to so- so- it’s not Pearl’s place to say desperately, but-- the form that is somehow becoming more than a disguise, that Pearl would dare say she wants to - should - have always had--).

It’s writ plainly all over her face and the blatantly yearning gaze of those dark eyes, and would be obvious, certainly, even if Pearl herself had been made for something other than anticipating every whim. But instead of indulging, Rose seems to restrict herself to deeply breathing in the heady, fresh scent, and holds her summoned shield up to make a shelter for both Pearl and (most of) herself.

A small but monumental gesture of caring, a sign of Pearl's feelings on the matter of odd earthly textures and fluids -- or on any matter in general -- being taken into account and seriously considered. Even, one might say, taking precedence. Rose rushed forward, ecstatic as the first drops began to fall, and Rose turned around and saw Pearl’s disgruntled expression, and Rose stopped. It is an immensely warming, incredibly dizzying thought, another shift and tear in what should have been the fabric of their relationship, and a moment that Pearl has replayed in her mind’s eye several times by now. 

Pearl curls herself around it and into Rose - who not only allows, but encourages the small movement - and watches the rain fall. With this aglow at her core, for at least a little while it doesn’t matter at all that frightfully soon they have to make it to a warp and back to the base, and meet with Blue Diamond herself, and make up excuses for her and Garnet both, and--

Pearl keeps a tally, of course. They’ve been sneaking off down to the planet’s surface more and more often. Even before the latest escalation in Rose’s plan to prove the Earth uncolonisable, they’d been spending more time on-planet than at the base. An unpleasant call from Blue Diamond would so easily lead to some astoundingly frivolous, exploratory, and wonderful frolicking through the incredibly diverse ecosystems the planet has to offer. One particularly frustrating fight over the comms line ending with Yellow Diamond ordering her pearl to cut the feed resulted in a rousing sparring session in a flowering field (Pearl still has the bright pink blossom Rose put in her hair afterwards stored away in her gem, safely bubbled, to be taken out and looked at during… challenging, unsure moments).

Yes, the consequences if they are caught would surely be disastrous. Yes, there are patrols sent after the stubborn, defiant, ever-persistent and increasingly notorious rebels more and more often, what with Blue Diamond once again deciding to “indulge” her favourite little troublemaker and coming over to “help” her with her first colony.

So they’ve frequently needed to hide, most often in caves, cut deep into stone or formed under the roots of monumental trees. And Pearl thinks she should feel some kind of apprehension, or responsibility, or any motivation at all to at least try to discourage these Earth jaunts beyond what is absolutely necessary for their plans - or, oh, even to refrain from encouraging them, as she has certainly done on several occasions. But instead she is left with fond memories of many a breathless rush to a hiding place, ending in giggles of relief and sheer forbidden excitement, and a stretch of quiet, huddled waiting that is somehow never unpleasant. 

It didn’t take her too long to realise she’d become as carried away with it all as Rose, and that, when she allows herself to admit it in the rare quiet of her own thoughts, she never, ever wants to stop. She tries to imagine going back to how it used to be, how it’s supposed to be, what they are supposed to be, forever, with the Earth stripped bare and hollowed out as just another colony consumed for the growth of the empire. Imagines herself quietly standing at proper attention and wearing that ridiculous dress, with opening a door or activating a data-filled holo-screen being the pinnacle of her day, and something very deep in her shudders in revulsion and desperate denial. 

Then she tries to imagine some kind of expected and logical endpoint to… all this. Because of course that is their endgame, isn’t it? They would convince the other Diamonds the Earth was too troublesome to ever be a viable colony, that it should be left alone. And they would go… back. To their old lives, and their old selves - at least on the surface, as best as they could manage. Perhaps, on occasion, they could even get to visit the Earth again under some pretext or other, but certainly never for very long, not without endangering all they’d accomplished, and never like… this.

The Earth would be saved, with all its creatures, with humans, the endless forms of life growing wild on it…

...but, despite it being exactly what they originally set out to do, it somehow doesn’t feel like a victory to Pearl at all.

She imagines, last of all, what it would mean - never seeing Rose Quartz again. Her lively mind, usually all too eager to oblige no matter how unlikely or outrageous the daydream, refuses her.

Rose is very soft and thankfully very real against her shoulder and her back, and, every so often when she moves to adjust her hold on the shield, against her cheek. But there is an immense underlying strength there that Pearl has become so very certain would never be turned against her. Rose has grown so much more careful than in those early days, with all the excited grabs at Pearl, yanking her up or down or along to whatever curiosity awaited. It makes Pearl want to preen, aglow with importance - any real pull exerted now is far from physical.

And here Rose is, the centre of gravity - always making slight adjustments to her form, fascinated with replicating textures found and felt around the wonder that is the Earth. The cloud of hair, as wild and unruly as the life they are trying to protect here, forming curls as perfect as any shockingly geometric pattern found in the odd structures of the planet’s sea creatures. The waves and layered petals of her dress, the way they flutter and float around her, weighty and weightless in turns. The ease of getting caught in her eyes, dark and warm and welcoming and intense all at once, and deep, like layers of soft, loamy soil. Rose is of the Earth, in a way Pearl never will be and doesn’t wish to be, but can certainly appreciate. It is all of it so much more beautiful and pronounced, when it is with her, when it is her.

So Pearl has to admit the rain is not an altogether unappealing phenomenon either - when observed from a safe and dry distance. There is something beautiful about the grayness, and something oddly profound about the moment entire. The raindrops ring against the shield, each a softly resonant little chime. It isn’t hard at all to believe the Earth is providing the two of them with a private concert the likes of which no diamond ballroom has ever seen.  

It reminds me of the day we met.

“Oh?” Rose says, that ever-present curiosity clear in her voice, and Pearl realises far too late she has blurted this out loud. Loud enough to be heard over leaves and grass rustling in the cool, damp wind and the patter of raindrops above them. That’s what too many wild unfettered fantasies in too brief a time will do to you, oh, now you’ve done it--

But no scoff or scolding comes, beyond Pearl’s internal self-condemnations. Instead, the arm that was behind her - the one not holding up the summoned weapon-turned-shelter - now drapes around her shoulders, gently holding her close. Nothing restrictive, nothing Pearl couldn’t easily disengage from if she felt like it. Which she decidedly does not. The shield is rather small for them both, of course, so it only makes sense. Best to stay close and spare Rose the trouble of needing to adjust its size or angle.

“Could you maybe… refresh my memory?” Rose says, bending down almost conspiratively and smiling at her a bit wryly. Then, even softer and with a tugging, pleading look, “Please?”

In response, Pearl scoots even closer to the very Earthy soft warmth of Rose, Rose, Rose, as far removed from the cold, polished stone of a diamond palace and the uniquely demeaning chime of <please state preferred customisation options> as it is possible to be. And of course Rose insists on breathing, that entirely human but pleasantly rhythmic affectation. The rise and fall of her chest brushes up against Pearl, and Pearl decides to match the oddly soothing rhythm herself, for at least a little while.

Then she lets her face scrunch up in concentration as she focuses on remembering.

(Important, very important, for a wide array of reasons, to keep everything consistent.)

“Well. I had just made it out of the cargo hold of the ship I’d stowed away on, the stolen sword - oh, you know, that sabre I favour so much - firmly in hand.” 

“You do love that thing,” Rose chuckles, and she’s absolutely right - and the fact it truly was stolen from a training arena weapons rack by Pearl and Pearl alone is perhaps what makes her love it so. “Sometimes I’m afraid you’ll lovingly polish it away into nothing.”

“Unlikely,” Pearl scoffs. And really, she’ll have to teach Rose a thing or two about proper weapon maintenance. But for right now... “There I was, about to sneak right past the first two rings of guards around the landing pads, preferably unscathed, when I first encountered this strange precipitation.” 

But that isn’t how it was at all, an annoying, proper little voice pipes up in Pearl’s mind, and she stops, frozen. And of course it wasn’t, she remembers perfectly - it had actually been during their first visit, while the Moon base was still having finishing touches put on it, and potential primary kindergarten sites were nothing more than a list she kept projecting in a convenient hologram for her Diamond to peruse. The first and last time Pink Diamond was expected - or rather allowed - on Earth, escorted by a generously loaned squadron of Yellow Diamond’s elite citrine guards. A very brief inaugural visit - the rain started almost as soon as they stepped out of the ship, and both the endlessly disappointed diamond and the pearl trotting dutifully just behind her were hastily bundled back in. For safety. Supposedly.

Remember, Pearl.

So she does, and casts her mind back. To the bright orange quartzes surrounding the landing site in flawless formation, the sudden pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the hulls of the ships. 

A kernel of truth, a fact to serve as core, then layer around it like fine nacre--

“It was an odd sound at first, but it helped, then, to mask my steps - there was an entire squadron of citrines already stationed there, you see. So I was thankful for the cover it would provide my escape and didn’t much feel like examining it all further. New to the planet as I was, with no knowledge of its odd… liquid condensation cycles - or anything, really.”

“Hm,” comes Rose’s voice in a hum, soft but resonating through her form enough for Pearl to feel it brush against her and through her, pervasive and warm, “and now you’re shaping up to be quite the expert in a number of areas. And we get to properly experience rainfall together! Another Earth wonder. Sometimes it feels like the planet is showing off, just for us.”

Pearl feels her face heat up, too, bright blue from compliments and proximity, tinged pink by the muted glow of the shield. “Yes. Well.” She clears her throat. “In- in any case. It was still very dangerous, as those citrines were some of the Yellow Court’s best.”

“Oh, well,” Rose indulges in a grin that Pearl can only describe as dastardly, “I think I know someone better-!”

“Rose!” The heat in her face is becoming distracting at best and uncomfortable at worst, and Pearl feels a tiny pinprick of frustration at her focus being tried and challenged this hard. Preserving the... the flow of the narrative--

“I… I was moving slowly, and keeping as low as possible behind whatever I could see. Cargo containers, equipment racks, the odd bush - but there wasn’t a lot of cover to be found, especially further away from the ships, and the rain made the ground uncertain and slippery. And so, just before I could slip away, I, well, slipped, and was spotted by two of the guards.”

“What did they do?” A gasp and a tense whisper from an increasingly engrossed Rose somehow drawing ever closer, and Pearl feels astoundingly accomplished.

“The citrines? Well, one of them stepped forward and said--”

“Hey, pearl,” came the rough voice of a citrine guard looming over her suddenly, pointing somewhere behind her, “bring me that.”

Perfectly unthinking, Pearl immediately made to step over and grab the carelessly discarded sabre. Her Diamond had dismissed her services for the immediate moment anyway, and was talking to important Gems about the ceremony of setting down her very first colony’s very first warp for its very first kindergarten site.

The citrine’s companion reached over to slap the back of her head - those quartzes, always roughhousing! Even highly elite guards. “That’s Pink Diamond’s pearl, you chalkhead, not yours. Pick up your own garbage.”

“What, come on, she wasn’t doing anything anyway, she was just standing there!”

“Yeah, that’s what they’re for. Look all you want, but no messing with her, or you’ll get us both in trouble. Acting like you were made yesterday, I swear...”

Pearl swallows, with some difficulty. And focuses on the recollection of the perfectly ordinary but entirely unforgettable sword, the heft of it, the gleam of it, the feel of it in her hand, not balanced for her at all, but oh, so right to have her fingers close around its handle, even so very, very briefly...

“One of the citrines stepped forward. She said,” Pearl pauses to clear her throat, then gives her best gruff-voiced imitation. “‘You there, pearl, bring me that sword. Slowly now, we wouldn’t want you to cut yourself.’”

“And?” Rose again, leaning forward with excitement, distracted enough to allow her shield to tilt and splash rain down her back.

Pearl stifles a small giggle, shoulders hunching, a grin pulling at her lips as irresistibly as that sword had called to her hand. “I stood up tall - of course I was positively tiny compared to her, but it didn’t matter - and said... I said--”

‘Maybe it’s not the sharpness of the sword you should be concerned with, but how to fix your own dullness!’

Too wordy.

‘Why don’t you come over here and try to take it from me?’

Not wordy enough! But then, oh, an idea--

‘No.’

Straightforward and meaningful indeed, but- maybe mostly to her? And she has an audience. It wouldn’t do, perhaps, to be so entirely… personal. So purely self-indulgent.

Of course she never actually said anything to the citrines - they’d long lost interest in her anyway, preoccupied with their own petty arguments, and, eventually, she simply put the sword back down and stepped back to her original spot to await further instruction. But the pure glee of even imagining firing back at them, of pretending she did, in fact, do all that and more, is intoxicating, and somehow, somehow, the in fact seems to matter less and less and less. Washed away, perhaps with the rain.

“I said, ‘I’m not the one who should be worried about getting cut!’ and I rushed forward, sword firmly in hand. They didn’t even have a chance to draw their weapons, I timed my lunge just right, and, well, that was it for them! Poof, just like that!”

Pearl grins, looking up with a little huff of excited exhalation. Rose's cheeks are glowing, rosy, and not just thanks to the shield above, held steady with both hands now as she does her best not to completely succumb to her laughter and delight. 

“Pearl. You are amazing.”

The joy on her face is the most genuine thing Pearl has ever seen, and it floods her. I did that, I caused it, I, I, I…

She allows herself a moment, and leans in, all but reclining against Rose, tucked under her chin, increasingly blanketed by her wild curls. She raises a hand and almost idly lets one pink strand curl around her finger, then uncurl, curl and uncurl, curl and uncurl--

But then, the story isn’t over, is it? One of its main attractions has yet to appear at all. And oh, what an appearance to be made...

“It was easy to make it deeper into the woods after that,” Pearl continues, far more quietly, from her unthinkably, altogether criminally indulgently comfortable resting place. “I thought I’d found good cover, finally, and could pause a bit, re-examine my plans in relative safety. But just as I was about to settle under a rocky overhang, a rustling came from somewhere behind me.”

When Pearl pauses in her telling, there is nothing to be heard save for the soft sound of Rose’s breathing right next to her, and the rain with all its tones, as persistent as ever. But the feeling of it all has shifted, somehow, beyond Pearl's ability to explain.

“I turned, suddenly sca--” No, not that, never scared. “Worried that more of the citrines had followed me. And then… and then there she- you- were, right in front of me.” 

How incredibly strange, to be sharing this. Pearl has never had need nor chance to consider her delivery, the, oh, format, as it were-- it’s not polished, and it’s not practiced or prepared, and usually she’d absolutely despise this, but here she is and the spontaneity of it all somehow, quite bafflingly, adds to the experience.

“But of course I didn’t know-- well, you could have been anyone! A quartz, in a standard Pink Diamond uniform... I had been training with the sabre for a while at that point, yes, but mostly on my own and in secret, and if more soldiers found me, surrounded me, the odds would be very much against me. I reacted faster than I could even think, nothing but pure reflex, and raised my sword--”

Mine. Another little nugget of astoundingly pleasant warmth Pearl can’t resist pausing to relish in. All hers.

“I prepared my attack, but I wasn’t aiming to disrupt your form - I needed to extract information, of course. It was vital that I learn exactly what dangers lurked out there, awaiting me.”

One pearl, alone in an entire world of unprecedented opportunity and unparalleled danger, and nothing, nothing at all to steer her or guide her but she herself. What a thought! What a terrible, wonderful thought, and here Pearl sits, speaking it out loud. She shivers.

“Even if some part of me noticed your posture wasn’t threatening at all, well, I was used to that. You’d be hard-pressed to find a Gem that would take a pearl seriously, and so it was how all of my more... martial encounters started. I dashed forward for a quick feint, first to the right, then to the left, a swipe as if to aim at your legs - and down you went.”

She is caught up in the telling, sweeping out a currently swordless arm, but still with perfect hard-won technique. The rain has started to come down even harder, and the sudden feel of it on her bare forearm startles Pearl back into the present. She grimaces and tries to shake the water off as best she can and, for the first time in what feels like a while, since that strange shift in mood, risks a glance back at Rose - Rose, who has gone so quiet. An icy spike of fear rushes through Pearl briefly - has she gone too far? Holding people, holding her, at swordpoint? Really?

Looking up at Rose, she isn’t sure what she expects to see there, but she finds herself caught in an enraptured, glossy-eyed gaze, a brightly rosy-cheeked Rose so much like that moment of, oh, please don’t ever stop that still somehow makes Pearl feel like the very core of her gem is aglow. She looks utterly, yes, Pearl would dare say smitten, and the realisation comes with a burst of what can only be pride. The rain and everything it touches is suddenly somehow irrelevant, and the world might just be the two of them underneath the shield.

“I stood there,” Pearl almost whispers, “a pearl, with an impressive, perfect-cut rose quartz entirely at my mercy with my sword at her neck, bound to know every patrol route and schedule on Earth. Anything I could possibly want to ask of her.”

The image is almost startling in its crystalline clarity in her mind, but Pearl isn’t sure she can properly convey it with mere words. A hologram, perhaps? 

It only takes a brief burst of closed-eyed concentration, and the scene comes to light blue life before them. Rose, near-supine, looking up in wonder with plush lips open in the slightest of ohs, rain dripping down from the lovingly rendered curls of her hair and following the soft, indulgent curve of her cheek. Pearl herself standing over her, just barely tall enough to look down at her even in this configuration, but the very picture of determination even so. The finishing touch of her own reflection in the polished blade, sword held perfectly steady without a hint of the tremble she currently feels in her nervous fingers. A clear, steely threat pressed right above where Pearl is nestled now.

And the rain, just visible through the cyan glow, adding a startling shot of reality to the projection, peeling away another layer of separation.

“You… you just looked up at me,” Pearl tries to continue, though her voice is turning highly uncooperative. “Our eyes met and I… somehow, I knew you didn’t mean me any harm. I knew you wouldn’t try to attack me, or overpower me, or turn me in, or… or steal me for yourself. I knew you were… like me. You were running, too.”

Her words go from hesitant to a full stop, but more kernels keep offering themselves up. Perhaps it is simply in Pearl’s nature somehow, to want to take them and make them into something more appealing, handle them by encasing them in something beautiful, leaving them only barely recognisable to the most discerning eye.

There... there was a tower on Homeworld that they made you... stand guard in, sometimes. A prison tower. Your… agate, a real piece of work. You hated it, oh, your whole cut did, and all of you dreaded those shifts, doled out as punishment. The first time we talked you swore to me you would never see the inside of it again--

But Pearl quickly tucks that nascent part of the story away. It feels… wrong, for the occasion. This story is about running away, about escape. It wouldn’t do at all to drag all of that into it, to drag them both back and down. Distraction, instead. A beautiful fantasy. Escapism in its purest form. In fact, another piece slots into place instead:

Rose Quartz was made on Earth, in its first successful kindergarten, herself a product of the planet she then chose to protect and tied to the life flourishing wild on it. She has never laid eyes on Homeworld and Homeworld has never laid a hand on her. 

It feels like a very final decision, but Pearl keeps it to herself, for now. Instead, she waits, quiet, and focuses on the shared rhythm of their breathing, and the coolness of the rain on her arm contrasting with the warmth of Rose at her back.

“I remember that part very well,” Rose says, finally, breaking her silence.

“You- you do?” Pearl blinks, shifting slightly to sit up, inexplicably hopeful. For a moment it seems the hardest thing would be not to pretend, and not to believe the pretense wholeheartedly.

“Oh, yes. You were very terrifying.”

Rose’s smile as she says that holds no hint of mockery, but as she looks away from her own image in the hologram and catches Pearl’s eye there is something new and hardened in her gaze.

“It really got me to think, you know, seeing you there in the wilderness, watching you wield a sword so skillfully. Towering over me. I’d never seen a pearl do something like that before. So imagine-”

Imagine-- Pearl’s pretend breath catches and hitches in her pretend chest, and her projection flickers out of existence.

“Imagine what could happen, what else she could do, if only given the chance. What… what other pearls could do.” A shadow passes over her face suddenly, and Rose shakes her head, curls bouncing and droplets flying, doing her best to shake something else off, too. 

“Imagine what Gems could do. And be.”

She’s thinking now, Pearl knows, of the incredible, unprecedented sight that unfolded before their very eyes and the eyes of the entire Blue Court mere Earth-days earlier: a Ruby and a Sapphire coming together to form something beyond just themselves, beyond what anyone expected either of them to ever be.

But Pearl thinks, too, of their own bizarre and wondrous almost-fusion, of the way they fell apart in the end, but not quite, of the feeling of tiny strings still pulling them together, the feeling of teetering on the edge of some great and terrifying understanding. They are close, so very close, sitting huddled under the shield, which she knows Rose could make bigger if she wanted, and she thinks, oh, how much closer could we still be--

She thinks of how the Earth has become a sanctuary. For Garnet, certainly, but also for the two of them. How, flying in the face of all reason, their time on Earth still feels safer than any spent on Homeworld.

Just the other night, they met the nearby humans as honoured guests in their little aggregation of domiciles and took part in dancing with shocking abandon around a carefully constructed open fire. Rose first, of course, ever eager to join in, but successfully urging Pearl to put her innate grace to good use, too. Garnet following them both and still curiously feeling out her own way about everything, including joy. She ended the evening holding herself with a genuine tenderness that was beautiful to witness. Rose smiled wider and brighter than Pearl had ever seen her before that night, all the way until the unfamiliar stars vanished from view and the first rays of the Earth’s sun crept up over the horizon - and how could either of them worry about anything in those precious, transcendent moments?

And where else could they possibly… be… like this? Where else could have produced Garnet?

Where else could have produced Rose Quartz?

“I want…” Rose starts, then stops, with a soft exhale and a frown, and Pearl feels an incredible desire to raise her hand and gently cup her face. So she does - they’re on Earth, after all, and isn’t that just the point? - and Rose leans into the touch immediately.

“I want to change it,” she states very simply after a little while, just as another thought forms, slowly making its way to the surface of Pearl’s mind - who else could the Earth become a sanctuary to? It feels something like that moment of almost-fusion, this immense shared notion suddenly taking hold of both of them.

“Why should Garnet ever be threatened and afraid, punished or made to feel wrong? Why should anyone? Why shouldn’t we--” Rose cuts herself off again, passion clearly mounting. Her eyes are still her own, dark and warm, always wide in curiosity and eager to take in every sight the Earth can possibly offer. But there is steel in them now, and Pearl shudders - though not unpleasantly. She traces a cheek with her thumb, meets Rose’s gaze without hesitation, and feels a matching determination mounting in herself. 

“Your imagination is wonderful, Pearl. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Where would I be without it?” Rose laughs very softly at her own bittersweet little joke, but grows serious again, even solemn, before Pearl can even think to react. “But what I want is to try to make this real.” 

She hesitates, and it is such a strange look on her. On the Rose Quartz who is always bounding forward without a second thought, flying headfirst into both revelry and danger. Then, she shifts her shield to free a hand and place it over Pearl’s. “And I think, maybe… maybe you do, too?”

What do you want? in so many tentative and hopeful little words.

“I do,” Pearl answers with a certainty she can’t quite explain. Surely it should all need so much more thought, and surely the mere act of asking a pearl what she wants is unprecedented enough to merit at least a moment of serious, careful consideration. The sheer implied scope of it is nigh unthinkable-- 

But no other answer feels possible.

And now they are on the cusp of… something. Pearl wishes she could clarify and define what it is, put words to the immense, looming shape of it, but it is beyond her, beyond both of them, beyond Garnet… and yet it revolves around them entirely. It feels like they are about to plummet, or soar, but really, with Rose, isn’t it the same in the end?

“I want to change so much,” Rose repeats, with a finality Pearl feels resonate deep within herself.

They will change it. They will change it all. Pearl feels ready to fight for this cause, if need be until the last grains of the nacreous dust of her gem settle, trampled into the ground, if she can only make all of it real. For Rose, and for Garnet, and for whoever comes after.

And maybe even, a tiny inkling of a new voice, barely there, dares to suggest, for herself.

Something to unpack another time, perhaps, Pearl thinks as she brushes it away. As blurred rays of sunlight reach them through the shield to interrupt their long stillness, she notices that the rain has for the most part stopped. The sky has cleared, the last vestiges of clouds slowly drifting off... but there is something else in it now. Streaks of colour arc across the pale blue, shockingly lively hues in perfect wavelength order.

“Pearl, look!”

The shield is gone, and Pearl suddenly feels arms around her and a cheek right next to hers, and Rose’s voice all abuzz with that familiar excitement and fascination again. 

This, this is easy. A phenomenon Pearl is entirely equipped to explain, even if she finds herself a bit… distracted by their current configuration. 

“Oh, that’s… well, there’s refraction and reflection, what with the water still in the air, and the, uh, the sun, coming from behind us.” She looks down briefly and traces, with remarkably steady fingers, a simple but pleasingly symmetrical pattern in the soft give of the arm that’s wound around her chest. “We’ve seen something similar in waterfalls, you’ll recall, only here it’s obviously on a much larger scale. But still just the sun’s rays hitting droplets of water, creating a… rather lovely illusion.”

For some reason Rose seems to find this amusing. “It’s light,” she laughs, but oh, there’s that note of wistfulness once more, “just like us.”

Just like a growing string of iridescent moments, secret and shared. Just like a sudden glow of new understanding in a hidden, flowery grove. Just like…

“It looks real to me,” Rose whispers softly, nuzzled against her cheek, and it sounds like a plea again. “Don’t you think it is?”

Pearl steps out of the embrace and turns to face her, very deliberately. She takes both of Rose’s hands in hers, and allows herself a moment to take in the contrast in size and build, and bask in the feel of them, the weight and warmth, before looking up. 

“Yes, it is.”

[orwocolor]

with borhap boys on honeymoon

AN: Requested by anonymous. Although smut is implied, these are still rather fluffy than anything else. As always, the rest of the boys are under the cut. Enjoy and don’t forget to comment!

Gwilym

you and gwil are strolling the streets of a small town where you rented a whole house for your honeymoon, mindlessly wandering and admiring the old stone houses and charming gardens

it is nice to stretch your legs in this way after quite some time of being otherwise occupied

gwil pulls out his phone every now and then to take a picture of your picturesque surroundings

he manages to do that with one hand because the other refuses to let go of the warmth of your palm

you watch him with utmost love and adoration

when you reach the edge of the island, you gaze at the horizon for a few moments in companionable silence

“admit it”

“what?” gwil tears his gaze away from the view

“admit I was right,” you smile at him cheekily and squeeze his hand

“maybe...” he slowly answers

“’maybe’? just ‘maybe’? this is heaven on earth,” you stretch out your arms as if you could gather in your embrace the dark cliffs, the trees bending in the wind and the vast sea that spreads in front of you

“I’m not denying that,” gwil chuckles “I just think it wasn’t worth of leaving the bedroom, we have our own heaven there”

“but what would be the point of taking me to the channel islands for our honeymoon if I were not to see them!”

“okay, okay, point taken,” he answers with amusement “all I’m saying is that, I don’t know, we didn’t have to go today but tomorrow”

“that’s what you’ve been saying for the last few days,” you let go of his hand to his great dismay but soon you snake your hands around his torso, placing them on his lower back and thus pulling him closer to you “we needed to get some fresh air, love, we’ve been closed in that bedroom for more than a week”

“and in the kitchen, and the dining room, and the living room, and the bathroom, and even in the larder! that was fun,” he bites his lip and waggles his eyebrows, his eyes sparkling with mischief as his hands cradle your cheeks

“it was, wasn’t it?” you laugh out loud, glee vibrating in every cell of your body as the memory fills your mind “remind me we have to do it again”

“as you wish,” he presses a hungry kiss against your lips and you are quick to open your mouth, allowing him in

his fingers travel to the hem of your shirt and they sneak their way underneath, leaving goosebumps of excitement in their trail

gwil deepens the kiss, tilting you back so much that you think you might lose your balance soon

“stop it, stop it, we can’t have sex here,” you giggle when you finally break the kiss to take a breath

“why not?” he asks innocently

“erm... because literally all local residents may just look out of their windows and spot us??”

“shall we return to our bedroom then?” he says, his face smug

oh, he’s so pleased with himself

you shake your head in amusement and kiss the tip of his nose

“yes”

Joe

“wow,” you breathe out, still panting hard

“right?”

“wow, just... wow, I’m speechless, that was... wow,” you are staring at the ceiling, still quite not believing what just happened

“oh well, thank you, I’ll take that as a compliment,” joe chuckles next to you, the sound itself sending another wave of heat into your core

you twist your neck to look into his face

“how did you... I mean, what you suddenly did with your hips... where did you learn that?” you still can’t wrap your mind about it

was it just the honeymoon fever that made it all more breath-taking?

or did joe...

“I’m a natural talent, really,” he answers but you notice how he quickly averts his eyes

“joe, I know you for a few years now, you’ve never done anything like that... come on, tell me the truth, you can’t lie to your wife,” you say with a smile

his fingers brushing off an invisible speck of dust from a duvet, he’s stubbornly avoiding your questioning gaze

“joe,” you repeat, your voice serious now

he groans loudly and grasps a pillow, pushing it against his face with force

all you can hear are some incomprehensible sounds muffled into the pillow

you snatch it away and straddle his hips "come on, joe, tell me, or your sides gonna fall victim to my merciless fingers,” the fingers in question lightly tickle him as you smirk down at him and place a little kiss on his lips, silently letting him know that he can tell you anything

“I may have read something about it,” he starts slowly

“what?” you ask, confused

“I googled top ten tips how to pleasure a woman and rock her world,” a slight pink blush graces his gorgeous face

“why would you do that? I’ve never had a single complaint, have I”

you cannot believe your ears

"a honeymoon should be something special, so I thought I should up my game a bit, I didn’t want to let you down,” he looks so sad and embarrassed and your heart is breaking at that sight

you can’t help but give him a kiss

“honey, our honeymoon is special because it’s the two of us! it is special because it is you, and only you, I’m here with, and no one in the whole wide universe can match up to you,” you say sincerely, moved by his actions as tears start welling in your eyes

“I love you,” your voice almost break on the last syllable

“I love you, too,” he runs his fingers through your hair and you lean into the touch

“thank you, joe, my love, for being so considerate,” you kiss him again and the kiss is filled with all your emotions

“now,” you clear your throat and a glint returns to your eyes “let me thank you properly”

Ben

“bye, bye, we love you, see you in two weeks, bye!”

you and ben are smiling widely and waving at your relatives, who have decided to see you to the airport

and they insisted on accompanying you as far as the airport staff would allow them

so now you are staying a few feets apart, a glass wall at the security gate separating you from the rest of your families

“how much longer are we supposed to do this?” you ask through your gritted teeth, your smile not wavering for a single moment

“hopefully, not much,” ben answers as he keeps waving at them

but they do not seem overly inclined to leave any time soon, so ben shouts his last “love you”, puts his arm around your shoulder and leads you away from their view

"your mum’s gonna kill you for that”

“nah, she’ll be fine,” he says nonchalantly, but immediately pulls out his phone and sets the airplane mode on

you give him an amused look

“what? you should do it, otherwise they’re gonna bombard you with texts as well”

okay, he’s right, so you follow his lead

you finally get to the business lounge and plop down on cushioned seats

you both release a content sigh and close your eyes

the wedding and all its preparations turned out to be more exhaustive than you had anticipated

since your families took it as a great opportunity to get to know each other, they decided to book a hotel near the barn where your wedding reception would take place and spent the week prior to the wedding there with you

they even took a leave from their work! they hosted brunches and dinners

they also talked into everything, every tiny detail, “do you really think these flowers match the table linen?” “your hair would look better up rather than down” “the bridegroom should have a jacket, not only a vest!”

it was delightful, really

and you had enough of your relatives and hoped not to see them for some time now

also the hotel in which you were staying and where you spent your wedding night? you can bet your cousins and nephews and nieces were constantly running down the halls, your grandma tried to get into your locked room several times, thinking it was her room, and ben’s uncle was singing drinking songs at the top of his lungs right underneath your window the whole night, so of course you and ben still haven’t properly become man and wife

speaking of which, you take a peek at ben who’s stretched in the chair, looking at you with adoration

“how is my wife?” he asks softly and takes your hand in his, caressing your knuckles and his thumb makes contact with your wedding ring every now and then

“I like the sound of that,” you whisper right back and lean closer to him as you place a kiss on his lips, “now I’m happy”

he cradles your face in his hands and presses his forehead against yours “me too”

“but do you know what would make me even happier?” he asks, a mischevious spark lightening up in his eyes

“what?” you ask curiously and move even closer to him

he pointedly looks behind your shoulder and you follow his gaze to see a restroom

“really? here?” you chuckle

“well, we didn’t get the chance before, I thought I would wait for our honeymoon suite, but frankly, I don’t think I can wait any longer. we still have some time before the take-off, and the flight is not exactly short, and we don’t have to necessarily start our marriage by joining the mile high club”

“dang it, that’s what I was hoping for,” you laugh

“shush, mrs hardy, we can still join it on our way home”

you grin at him and press another kiss on his cheeks

“so, what do you think?” he whispers into your ear

you clasp his hand in yours and give him a cheeky smile

“okay, let’s go”

Rami

“here’s your hotel card mr and mrs malek, enjoy your stay”

“thank you,” rami answers the receptionist and whispers into your ear “oh I’m planning on enjoying it for sure”

you swat at his shoulder lightly, but you cannot fight the smile that grows on your face

you enter a lift and get to the highest floor

the elevator door opens with a soft ding and you find yourself in a luxurious hall

“okay, close your eyes”

“rami,” you insist, not exactly in a mood to play some games

“please, close them”

he makes puppy eyes at you and you huff in defeat

“fine,” you say and promptly do so, waiting for his next move

you don’t know what you were expecting but it for sure wasn’t his hands covering your eyes

“I’ve closed them!” you argue

“well, one can never be sure,” he chuckles behind you and his warm breath hits the back of your neck, sending a wave of shivers down your spine

you start walking forward in the general area of your suite

rami stops you to open the door and he’s quick to assume his position behind you, nudging you slightly to step out again

first you thought there would be some surprise in your suite, but he leads you presumably out on the balcony as you feel fresh evening air fanning over your face

he slowly brings his hands them and tells you to open your eyes

“if I could, I would give you the whole world, but this as good as it gets I’m afraid,” he is nervous all of a sudden and you stare in astonishment at the view right in front of you

it is all laid out in front of you; the city and its streetlamps illuminating the streets, the cliffs and white beaches in the distance and an enormous sea in which the setting sun admires its beauty as its rays immerse the view in warm orange hues

“rami,” you breathe out, moved to tears “this is beautiful”

you turn to him and see his lips shaking slightly as he’s overwhelmed with emotions

“I love you,” he whispers and gulps audibly, “you mean the world to me”

“so do you,” you answer and your lips meet in a deep kiss

when you part, he strokes your hair and gazes into your eyes with an undeniable love

“having the privilege of calling you my wife, I am the luckiest man on earth”

“I know that feeling,” you chuckle through tears “now take me to bed, rami, I want to make love with my husband”

[forkanna]

[AO3] [WATTPAD] [QUOTEV]

WARNING: NSFW. (If you hadn't noticed, haha)

CHAPTER FIVE

"STEP on you?!"

Yukiko nodded, rolling up to bow low, hands elegantly resting on the floor in front of her as her forehead touched just behind them. "It would give me great honour to be walked upon by you, my Prince."

This was insane. Chie knew it was somehow all tied up in the whole ownership fantasy — that their shadows had conspired to make her the owner and Yukiko the property. Something neither of them had ever consciously pursued, considered, anticipated… yet here they were, confronting it outside of the Midnight Channel. In the real world. And that felt even crazier than there being a Midnight Channel in the first place.

"Okay," she whispered, pushing to her knees and swallowing hard as she watched the elegant girl remain in her low bow. As if worshipping her. "Can I try it, a-and if you don't like it, at least we'll know? But you better promise to tell me if you don't like it!"

"Yes, my Prince," Yuki whispered. After a moment, she looked up at the clearly-flustered tomboy. "I-is… this too strange? I don't even understand why… I want you to…"

"Well, it's strange, but not too strange. I mean, if you're going to like it, then hey, I wanna make you happy! I just… am worried about, um, hurting you, I guess. Or making you feel bad."

Yukiko's flawless features easily flowed into a serene smile. "You won't hurt me. I know — I trust that."

"Oh. Well, that's…" Some would-be Dom she was, with her cheeks lighting up like fireworks.

"Do you not want to step on me?" she finally asked. "Y-you don't have to. It was just an idea."

"N-no, it's cool. We can…"

Chie finally stood up, towering over her half-dressed friend. Watching her peer up at her as she laid on her back, perfect little pink lips slightly parted. This was deranged. Just because their shadows had revealed the dark desires in their hearts didn't mean they should be giving in to them. Did it? Weren't they supposed to be becoming better versions of themselves?

"So… like… step on you where? Your head, face? Boob?"

Yukiko giggled softly as her bare shoulders shrugged. "'Boob'. I don't know, either. This is all new to me."

"You say that like I'm some pro."

"Well… you are the one who's seen those videos."

"None of them involved this!" Still, she raised her leg, trying to figure out where to land. In the end, she opted for somewhere fairly neutral: Yukiko's shoulder. "This… is it okay?"

"It's fine," she promised her, cheeks still rosy from all their activities. When Chie still looked uncomfortable, she tilted her head over to kiss her toes. "I mean it. You aren't even hurting me yet."

Her voice was a little hoarse when she managed, "Yet?"

"Well… I expected it to hurt. Even if you aren't whipping me or… or whatever your shadow was doing."

This was difficult for Chie. On the one hand, it was a little hot, but on the other hand the overwhelming majority of her personality didn't like that she was subjugating her best friend. Normally, she would listen to that more, but Yukiko was encouraging her to indulge that quieter, more sinister desire. Might as well test it out just once.

"Really?" Licking her lips in a vain attempt to dispel her nerves, she gradually lifted her foot to press it against Yukiko's lips. "So you… still want me to leave footprints all over your face?"

The little innkeeper flushed a darker shade, breath hitching. She held completely still for a moment before saying in a muffled tone, "Yes, my Prince."

Heat shot straight to her core — even as a slight thrill tingled its way up her leg, since the breath on her foot tickled very slightly. This was really happening, wasn't it? Against all odds, she was putting her best friend in her place. She leaned a little harder against that leg, just to give it the tiniest bit of impression of being stomped on — without running the risk of hurting her for real, of course.

"Then show me. Sh-show me how much you like it when I step on you."

Despite the nerves she was clearly displaying, Yukiko did as she was asked. Her lips pushed up into the toes, eyes closing as she paid homage to the new Master she had just found. Chie squirmed, toes flexing, and tried hard to keep her balance despite this precarious position. This was insane — she really didn't mind kissing her stinky foot?!

"Is that good, my Prince?"

"Y-yes," she hastily stammered, moving to stand above her. So far it was exciting, but she knew she would probably laugh if it kept up because of being ticklish, and might lose her balance. "Now I want you on your hands and knees."

Completely obedient, she flipped over and got into position. Chie could see just how soaking wet she was, since the dark spot on her panties was impossible to miss from that angle. Her own desires began to brew afresh, and she was tempted to drop down and kiss everything she saw… but she tried to push that temptation down. Save it for another time. Possibly only a few minutes into the future.

"Like this?"

Gulp. "Yes. Arch your back a little." Once she had, she reached down to grab a generous handful of that perky ass.

"A-ah!" Yukiko gasped out, back arching even more as her heat spiked. Amazing that they had both already got off but this neophyte domination play was bringing their desire back so effortlessly. Maybe their shadows were onto something.

"Such a bad little girl you are. You want your prince this much but never said anything? Shame on you!" The words still felt foreign on her tongue but she was doing her best. "We're gonna have to work on that."

Whimpering hard enough to be audible, she gasped out, "Y-yes, Prince! I'm sorry!"

"Oh yeah? You're sorry? Not good enough!" Her hand reared back…

And she hesitated. This was different; everything so far had either been loving or merely playful. Was she truly prepared to cause her best friend pain, no matter how brief?

"Chie?" Yukiko whispered.

"Huh?"

"Y-you don't have to keep going. I know this is… different, and we're both really new to any of it. So I'm not going to be upset if you-"

"No, no, I can do it," she whispered back. "Sorry." Then she cleared her throat and said louder, almost theatrically, "You ready for your punishment, you little… butt?!"

Seemingly unable to help it, her sub giggled at that would-be insult. "Oh no, don't do it, my Prince! Please, I'll be good!"

Chie really saw no other way to put an end to her own mortification and Yukiko's amusement but to deliver a swift smack to her inviting cheeks. She got the most delightful squeak for her efforts. How was it this much fun to punish her best friend? Maybe she really was sick. Maybe the darkness had a lot stronger of a hold on her heart than she wanted to admit.

Not that said best friend seemed to mind. At all. Even a little. Her hips squirmed from side to side, almost as if begging for another hit. So she got one. "AH! Chie!"

"Who?"

"O-oh I- AIYEE!" Another spanking had interrupted her apology. "I'm sorry, my Prince! I'm sorry! Mmhhh, please, be gentle!"

"I thought you didn't want me to be… gentle!"

That spanking made Yukiko moan a little louder. Now she was starting to worry about the noise level; what if someone heard? They would definitely be in trouble, even if they didn't disgust whichever of the staff came running to check on them. She decided she had better be a little bit more careful…

What on Earth was she saying?! This was a terrible thing to be doing to her best friend. Even if she could no longer pretend the desire to treat her this way wasn't there, and the reciprocal desire in Yukiko, it didn't make it right. Maybe using the noise levels as an excuse to stop was for the best.

"Prince?" Her hips squirmed a little as she looked over her shoulder at Chie. "Is… everything all right?"

"O-oh, I'm… yeah. Totally fine. I was just thinking… should… I call my parents? Let them know I'm okay? And you probably want to go take a bath in the hot springs, or…"

Her best friend turned to look at her properly, a frown etched in her fair features. "Hey. Did you think you were really hurting me just now?" She got no response other than flustered squirming, and her smile clearly communicated she thought she was right. "You weren't. I promise you I am just fine."

"But I was… this is really fucked up. Isn't it? I feel like I should be arrested for this kind of thing. You're so gorgeous and perfect, why would I ever wanna even risk hurting you for real?"

"Chie…" It only took a few seconds for her arms to be around the tomboy, nestling her gentle face into the crook of her neck. "We should definitely stop."

"No, c'mon. If you want to do-"

"No," she repeated a little more firmly. "Let's both go make use of the hot spring. Okay? And we can just relax and talk about these things, because… we have all the time in the world. There isn't any rush."

Feeling as stupid as she was grateful, she clung back to her best friend with a heavy sigh. "Okay. And I mean… y-yeah."

"We're both virgins — well, we were until today. Right? I think it's alright for us to have to learn our limits as we go. I'm flying just as blind as you are."

"Guess… that's true…" Finally, she began to relax and leaned into the embrace. "Yuki-chan, how are you so great? Like, seriously."

She was so close that Chie could feel the little chuckle up against her own chest. That made her heart skip over a beat. What a ridiculous crush this already was; they really were made for each other. "I'm not. Just trying my best to be your little bitch."

"WHAT?!"

"W-well," Yukiko amended as she dipped her head in alarm, "I… that's what your shadow called me. And since mine was wearing a collar…"

"Oh. But we don't have to do that! Like, that's crazy! You're not a dog, I don't want you to be a dog, either!"

Her tone was totally reasonable. "Don't you? I mean, somewhere in your heart?"

"I…" Cheeks warming, she slammed her eyes shut. "Yes. But it's more like… I guess I saw you that way because you seemed dependent on me. But that was just my fucked-up way of thinking about it, y'know? Not like, you actually are that way, or that it's what I want. Is… am I making any sense?"

"Well my shadow sure seemed to enjoy being on yours' leash," she said with a small, sly smile. Making Chie gulp again. "But we don't have to do that — right away, or ever."

Letting out a sigh of relief, she held onto Yukiko for support. "Good. No offense, but I'm not ready to…"

"Y-yeah," she confirmed with a giggle. "You're not, I can tell. There's nothing wrong with taking our time, like I said."

"Yeah!" Laughing louder and more boisterously, she scratched the back of her neck. "So um, let's hit the bath, and we can figure ourselves out more later, right?"

Nodding with a patient, excited smile as she retrieved her yukata, she said, "Absolutely, my Prince."

                                          ~ o ~

They enjoyed a late lunch before retiring to the baths. Yukiko took a staffer aside as they entered, speaking quietly to her while Chie glanced over curiously. But she decided to leave her to it; probably Amagi Inn business that was none of hers. So she finished undressing and quickly rinsed off, then left her towel by the edge of the spring as she began to edge into the roiling hot water.

"Oooh! AH! Mmm, God it hurts so good…" Closing her eyes, she began to sink down like a melting icicle, totally at peace with the world. The scent of sulfur in the air was a small price to pay for the restorative dip.

It was another few minutes before she heard steps — bare feet moving across the stones from the wooden deck. Chie opened her eyes to see Yukiko had a towel around her body and another folded atop her head, and looked perfectly serene in her surroundings. This was her home, after all.

"Ahhh, the heat must be getting to me," Chie said in a voice convincingly like a random guy. "A vision of a goddess appears!"

Yukiko let out a "pfff" as she dropped her body-towel to one side and slowly began to slide into the water. She barely had to ooh and ahh; she had probably bathed in it several times a week for her entire life. "Oh, Chie… that does feel nice to hear, but you don't have to keep doing that."

"Doing what? Being honest?" As Yukiko laughed, she leaned back to relax again. "You really are super pretty. I'm not just buttering you up; I always thought that. Guess I just didn't realise I thought about it as much as I did. Pretty dumb, huh?"

"Not when I'm in the same boat," she countered smoothly as she pressed in close to Chie's side, wrapping her arms around one of hers. She shivered at the sensation of a nipple sliding over her skin but suppressed any further comment.

"Mmmm, I guess… that's true."

"So. You wanted to talk about how spanking me made you feel?"

Dipping her head, she muttered under her breath, "N-not unless I have to…" But the pointed look from Yukiko made her sigh. "Okay. So… like, it was really hot, but it also made me want to protect you. From me! Isn't that crazy?!"

"Not at all," she whispered as she pressed her lips into Chie's warm cheek, causing the latter to smile and lean into the contact. Yukiko giggled quietly. "I think it's very sweet. But I also know a part of you wants to punish me, and a part of me wants to be punished. So…"

"So what? We just live with it because I'm a big chicken?"

"NO!" They both laughed a little. "Not a chicken. You're my brave hero."

That line made Chie grin much more giddily, even if she felt like her face was on fire. "N-nah. You're just too important to the world not to save."

"The world, psh. I highly doubt anyone would know I was gone, except for my family and friends."

"Are you kidding? You're famous!" At her friend's dubious look, she amended, "Well, you were already Inaba-famous, and now you've been on the news and everybody knows you're smokin' hot. So like, pretty famous now, right?"

"I suppose," she whispered shyly, before clearing her throat. "But you're trying to distract me. Perhaps we should do some research."

"Research? On whether you're smokin' hot?"

With a little smirk, she muttered, "I have a feeling you can do that all on your own. No, I meant into you punishing me."

"OH! Oh, that. Well, u-um…" She would have tugged at her collar if she had one. "I mean, how would you even do that? Looking at porn again? I would feel pretty weird watching it with you. Hell, I'd feel weird watching it by myself again!"

"Other-Chie had a whip, too…"

That silenced her friend for a few seconds. She kicked her feet, watching them bounce lazily in the murky water. Then she whispered, "I don't want that."

"You obviously do."

"No… it's just the kinkiest thing I've ever heard of. I think our shadows kind of… take little pieces of stuff we want, and blow them up as big as they possibly can. To get us to freak out. Like, do you honestly want to be my dog, wearing a damn collar?"

No reply. Chie slowly turned to look down at her blushing friend.

"There are worse fates," she finally whispered.

"Yuki-chan…?"

"It would mean I really do belong to you. It should sound degrading, but it's you. That is what I want, even if a collar and leash is a bit literal."

Gulping, she rubbed up and down Yukiko's back for a moment as she pondered the ramifications. Her friend wanted a collar? Or no — she wouldn't mind a collar, because what she wanted was what it represented. That wasn't quite the same thing but was close enough that she still felt surprised.

"So…" She swallowed hard. "If I did get you a collar… would you react the way your shadow did?" The way Yukiko bit her lip and tried not to grin said it all. "Whoa…"

"Is that so bad? Maybe it's a little extreme…"

"No! No, it's cool, just like… a really big engagement ring, or something! R-right? One that goes around your neck instead! Y-yeah!"

Yukiko kissed the corner of her mouth. "You're adorable when you're flustered." When Chie only turned her head slightly, she repeated the action more firmly against her lips. "My reluctant Prince."

"Shut up already," she grumbled, even if she was smiling. They embraced tightly for a moment, relaxing and letting the heat from the springs penetrate their bones. "Mmm… I'm still really shocked over here. My best friend is my… can I say… is the word 'girlfriend' right?"

"Oh. I guess I haven't thought about that part yet." Eyes wide, she looked up at her curiously. "Is that what you want to call me?"

"I, uh, I think so? I don't know…" Yukiko didn't push. Eventually, Chie whispered, "Yeah."

All smiles, she whispered, "And you can still just be my Prince. I think I like that better than 'girlfriend' for you… and you sure aren't my boyfriend."

"Thank you," she sighed in obvious relief. "I hear plenty of kids saying I'm too much like a boy, so like, I'm glad you're not trying to put me in that box, too."

"Does it bother you that much? Everyone calling you a boy."

Chie sighed, nuzzling the top of Yukiko's head — careful not to dislodge her towel. "At first, it was kinda cool, almost. Like they were saying I was strong because I know martial arts, and am no pushover. But then it was like… I don't want to actually be a boy, I want to be a strong girl. Y'know? So what they say gets to me sometimes. My shadow saw that, kept bringing up how I'm not very girly and I'm jealous of how cute and feminine you are."

"Hmph," Yukiko sighed through her nostrils, staring out across the gently bubbling water. "Then that was very rude of your shadow. Of course, she seemed to be rude most of the time…"

"Mm, you ain't lying." Her hands began to rub up and down her arms, pulling her even closer. "You feel really good."

"Do I?" When Chie nodded, she smiled and melted into the embrace. "I've been waiting for a long time for someone to say that to me."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. Just because I didn't expect it to be you didn't mean my shadow wasn't right, as well: I wanted a Prince to dote on me. To make me feel special."

The tomboy thought about that for a moment, leaning back against the rocks with her junior innkeeper in her arms. They really could have collided together like this at any time. How backwards was their society that such a love was discouraged, or looked down upon? Perhaps it wasn't met with so much hatred as it was in the west but it was still unfortunate. There were probably tons of couples that were equally unlucky — maybe even at their school.

"Then I'm gonna say it to you every day for the rest of your life."

Giggling, Yukiko lightly swatted her forearm. "Stop."

"Why? Why stop? I mean it."

"Stop because… it sounds… too good to be true. But I'll get used to this eventually, my Prince."

Then she surprised her by rolling over and straddling her lap, sliding her arms around Chie's shoulders. She only had time to blink before she was being kissed soundly by a delicate angel. Her mind went blank, her heart thudding hard in her chest as she wrapped her arms tightly around her and held her as close as was humanly possible, eyes closing to let the moment surround her rather than slip past like so many others.

A little at a time, she began to notice their hips were moving — a natural reaction. She broke the kiss to pant quietly, "I guess… if I had a dick, this would be leading to… something else."

"Y-yes, I… I suppose… that's true." She snickered. "And you just said you didn't want to be a boy."

"Well, I don't! But like, it would make at least one thing easier…"

"Important things don't always come easily, Prince. Now… do you want something more from me?"

"Oh… well…" Her hands slid down and began to knead Yukiko's ass cheeks. Their owner gasped, posture going rigid. "I could think of a few things."

"Nh! Chie, that's indecent!"

Dipping her head, she whispered, "Sorry! I was just trying to play with you, I don't… know what I'm doing."

"No, no, I'm sorry. It was… an instinct." Drawing back slightly, she tucked a wet strand behind her ear, then caught her towel as it began to slip off into the water. She seemed to decide its perch was precarious since they would be moving a lot more, and instead tossed it onto the nearby rocks. "I have been taught to never be immodest, you know. That's why my shadow… well, she was so…"

"Slutty?"

"Not my choice of words," she hedged, cheeks warming. "But yes. I suppose I've always wanted to be less inhibited." Her smile was tentative, but almost a little proud of itself. "I think I'm making great strides today. Don't you?"

God that smile was adorable. "Y-yeah, of course. You're so hot… and being so hot. Like, are you sure we're not about to get caught? I don't wanna randomly get you in trouble, or… like… force you to let everybody know how we are now."

"Oh? And… how are we?" Her eyebrow arched bemusedly.

"Y'know! Like…" After a moment, she pouted and glared. "You're trying to give me shit, but you're not any more used to the idea than I am, you jerk!"

Giggling, she nuzzled their noses together. "Okay, okay. Yuri. But you're right… I couldn't say it in front of anyone else. Oh — don't worry about intruders, I asked the staff to ensure we would have privacy."

"You did?! Really? Wow…" As Yukiko hugged her tighter, she shook her head. "You think of everything. Man, I wish I was smart like you."

"Chie-chan… I keep telling you, don't I? You are not stupid; you just don't apply yourself in your schoolwork. But if you did, you would be getting grades just as good as mine. Not saying you have to," she headed off the protests. "But you might want to consider studying with me more often. We'll spend more time together, and your grades will be better, and… then whatever your dream is, you can achieve it with the right education."

"Wow, okay, Mom," she goaded, poking her in the ribs. Instantly she squealed and tried to squirm away. "What? That's funny? You think it's funny, huh?!"

Yukiko squealed out "STOOOPAHAHAHAHA!" as she flailed around in the water. Which only made Chie want to poke her even more.

"You can't handle a little of this? Huh?"

"NOOOOHOHOHAHAHAHA!" she cackled, thrashing around and frothing the water with her limbs. Chie couldn't help continuing to punish her little ribs, laughing herself now. "CHIE!"

"Yeeeeeeeeaahh?"

Completely breathless now, she swatted her arm. "Cut that OUAAAHAHA! I can't- I can't breathe!"

Relenting, Chie simply embraced her, feeling that warmth sink into her bones — and not just from the water. This was a level of closeness, of complete emotional openness, that she had always wanted from Yukiko. She simply didn't have the language to ask for it. Maybe Yukiko didn't, either, since she had been raised to never inconvenience anyone and pushing the boundaries of their friendship definitely seemed to fit that category. Luckily, their shadows had conspired to push them together.

"I feel super lucky."

"Hm?" asked a still-breathless Yukiko.

"Uh… to have you, and like… be together. That stuff."

"Aww, such a poet."

Dipping her head, she muttered, "You don't have to be mean. But like, seriously, I know it's probably messed up to be grateful to our shadows, cuz like, they pretty much tried to kill us. Or would have, if we rejected them, but like… maybe that's…"

"Maybe it's what?"

"Maybe that part's not so weird. Like… it hurts to shut out part of yourself."

Yukiko nodded thoughtfully as she caressed up and down her lover's ribcage. "I would tend to agree. They did seem so grateful when we relented and stopped trying to argue against their being part of us."

"Right? And like, now I can feel them. Well, mine, anyway."

"The fighting spirit? Yes… it's like…" Pressing a hand to the center of Chie's chest, and causing the heart lying underneath to skip over a beat, she whispered, "I can feel Konohana Sakuya inside of me, but she cannot be given form anymore. That doesn't mean she's gone, though."

"Yeah. Do you think it's because we're in the real world, and not in the TV?"

"Very likely. We might see them again if we return to that other world."

"Mm." Simply breathing for a moment, she then whispered, "I don't think I want to go back. It's dangerous there, and… I already rescued my world. Got her right here."

Yukiko snickered softly. "What a line." Still, instead of goading her further, she left a light kiss on her lips. "But I feel the same, so perhaps I shouldn't tease."

"Yeah, cut that shit out. Just let me love you." She smirked a little before pushing her lips into Yukiko's again, humming with mingling interest… and relief. They felt the same. Maybe this whole situation wasn't so disastrous after all.

                                           To Be Continued…

[baekkieberry]

𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐚𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 2

Genre: demon!AU, Fluff, finally smut!, Supernatural

Characters: Baekhyun, EXO (mostly beagle line + Kyungsoo)

Summary: Baekhyun had been a demon and living in hell his whole life, hanging with his friends and having way to much fun, until one day he gets kicked out for going too far. He's forced to live in earth until he redeems himself, until he met you, and maybe he doesn’t want to go back anymore. 

Warnings: none 

Word Count: 1904

A/N: Omg last chapter got so many notes I’m so happy! Thank you and let me know what you like! <33 ( @youxidol this is still inspired by you!) @alexthiccy hope you like it!

masterlist   intro   chap1   chap2 

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Being Baekhyun's girlfriend was basically heaven. He loved being a softie and funny boy around you. And you knew that, plus he was one of the most unique people in the world. When he took you home he gave you flowers that he said he had on the back of his car, but they seemed to be well alive after spending 2 hours in his car. When you got home you quickly put them on water but, they didn’t need it apparently. 

What Baekhyun did need was patience, his friends we’re non stop annoying him. At the beginning it was funny “So when are you telling Sabrina that you’re cheating on her?” Kyungsoo asked one night while all of his other friends we’re watching a movie “So now that you have a girlfriend can I go scare her?” Kai asked another day at breakfast (yes they has started visiting him at every hour) “So are you becoming a full time baker for her?” Junmyeon said another day. But they were actually very supportive. The first night after your date, he came home and basically talked about you for five hours with Chanyeol (and yes he was very exhausted but his best friend was in love so what can he do), Sehun and Jongdae heard about the date in the morning and yes another five hours until Jongdae basically screamed that he stopped. “Baek everything seems great but when are you telling her?” Chanyeol asked “Tell her that I’m a demon? How about never?” Baekhyun said, he was actually very scared of telling you. He knew you liked him but he was too scared of you leaving him because of it. And he was enjoying his time with you right now, so why ruin it? You both started hanging outside of the park, in different cafes and having a lot of fun dates, Baekhyun was the kind of boyfriend that would like to have fun everyday. And it was very exciting “Where are we going today mister adventure?” you asked every time he picked you up “It’s a little secret m’lady” and then he took to to laser tag or whatever he felt like doing that day. But Baekhyun wanted to finally invite you to his house but he didn’t want Sabrina to see you because an incident had happened the other day. Baekhyun was doing Sabrina’s laundry with his powers when suddenly a letter was in between the dirty clothes. He took it to his place where (again his friends literally already lived there) he showed it to Chanyeol “Dude what if it’s a check?” he said “What the fuck does that mean?” Baekhyun whispered at him “Maybe she does want to be your sugar mommy Baek” they opened the letter and it read 

‘To my Sweetcheeks: You are so nice to me and so sweet so please never leave me because I don’t know what to do without you baby boy. Your beautiful face is filling my days with happiness and my nights with lust.

Love, Sabrina’

Chanyeol and Baekhyun were so weird out that they decided to keep that to themselves, “Look one thing is us teasing with her, but this is straight up a love letter so I’ll shut this up for now” Chanyeol said destroying the letter in the process (but let’s be real he did keep a photo of it when Baekhyun wasn’t looking) So he decided to take you to his house, but at night when Sabrina would be far asleep so that she couldn’t hear them. “So are you two guys doing it?” Minseok asked at dinner and Junmyeon almost choked “You do not ask that ew I don’t want to know Baekhyun’s sex life” Jun said “Same” Kyungsoo whispered “They totally are not” Sehun said “I stay here every night so I know that stuff” he continued “Plus he looks to normal right now, when he fucks he’s gonna shine like that Cullen boy in Twilight” Chanyeol said with food in his mouth “I’ve been catching up on all the human movies” he continued “Okay but for real guys I want to invite her over so please tomorrow don’t be here” Baekhyun said. 

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That day Baekhyun didn’t took your pajamas off, it was something totally different you didn’t expect. “So today you finally are going to my apartment” “So you are taking my pajamas off aren’t you?” you said inquiring “No but I mean if you want to I don’t have a single problem” he said smiling at you “No love, you remember when you told me about a girls night?” he continued and you nodded “Well I wanted to treat you today, so I booked for us two a spa treatment with all and that facil stuff you talked about” you were looking at him with your mouth open “You. Are. Kidding.” you literally couldn’t believe it “Nope baby girl, they are coming to my house and after that I was kinda wondering if you wanted to see a movie with me?” your head was spinning because of the excitement “YES YES AND A THOUSAND TIMES YES LETS WATCH HARRY POTTER PLEASE” he laughed “Let’s roll baby” 

Once outside of his apartment he looked at you and said “Okay so we need to be very quiet” he said “Why?” “Well there’s something you don’t know baby” he told you looking down “What happened?” and he told you about the letter “Do I have competition?” you asked smirking “Shut up” and he laughed “Please let’s just be silent in the hall” you agreed and you finally went inside this building. 

It was a very fancy and grown up building, and Baekhyun apartment was at the top so you took an elevator “This is very fancy why does Sabrina live here? Isn’t she like old?” you asked “Yeah but rich” he shrugged. Once in the hall you two started tiptoeing and when you were almost at the door “Sweetcheeks is that you?” you both stopped and if Baekhyun wasn’t hiding that he was a demon, he would have do what he always did, teleport into his apartment “Hi Sabrina I thought you’d be asleep” he said and you were about to burst in laughter. Sabrina was really really old and he was into your boyfriend “Not without you sweetcheeks” she said and then she noticed you in the back “Oh hi darling who are you?” “My sister” Baekhyun said quickly “You never talked about her” Sabrina said looking confused “He’s embarrassed of me because I went to jail” you said smiling. Baekhyun looked at you smirking, you were playing a joke at her “Yeah she like killed a bunch of kittens in the park, kinda gross” he said smiling and nodding like a disappointed brother “Are you serious? Kids don’t play with me” Sabrina was now looking scared “Yeah so beware Sabby I could come for you next” you said and Baekhyun laughing at the back “Yeah we leaving night Sabrina!” he yelled while pushing you into his apartment.

“Okay so my girl be my sister and a killer” he said while you laughed “I had too, you were lying too!” you said. His apartment was a little to adult like considering that you boyfriend was a literal baby “So the spa is coming here in 15 mins, how about I give you a little tour?” he said taking your hand. His apartment was spacious but not to gigantic, it was a two floor and it had a kitchen that weirdly he said he did use but just when his friends did dinner, his living room had a stock of video games and and xbox, but he had a whole separate room for gaming, “You should be a streamer” he laughed at your comment “I scream a lot when I play that if I did that, people will lose their hearing” he said “Not only when you play” you whispered loud enough so that he could hear “What did say smart ass?” he looked at you playfully “You said you liked my ass?” and he lifted you up and took you in a soft but boxing way into his bed and started tickling you “STO ATOP SOFN” you screamed but he didn’t care “WHAT DID YOU SAID BEAUTIFUL? CAN YOU REPEAT IT?” he said on top of you, when he stopped you were so happy that you kissed him and suddenly you were only kissing. He started the kiss softly and then a little more intense and the you bit his lip. He moaned into the kissed and took you by the hips, pulling you closer to him. He started kissing your neck and you moaned a little every time he closer to you chest, and the you heard the ring bell “Baek baby they’re outside” you said, he looked to his door and then at you and said “They can wait because I need you know” and mentally he made a spell he often used when he had to do Sabrina's laundry, made time more slow outside. He continued kissing your chest and your hands started intertwining with his hair and this made him moan “Fuck you are so beautiful” he whispered into your body he took of the top of your pijama’s and you took his sweatshirt to reveal his very toned body. Your hands started traveling around his chest and he kissed your neck, you wanted to be on top of him, you kissed him and rolled him over and you sat on him just to feel his sweatpants very tight and your heat started feeling very soaked. You kissed him passionately and started kissing his chest “Fuck y/n your teasing me” he said smirking “Let me try” he said and he suddenly switched you and he took your shorts off, and started kissing your thighs “B-Baekhyun please” you said moaning with you head back “Yes princess? Tell me what you want” he said kissing and tracing lines with his fingers “I-I want you” you said about to burst “And how do we ask for it?” he said very near your core “P-Please” you said and suddenly he pushed a finger inside you “Baekhyun more” you screamed “Please” you continued, he started moving them more faster and then there were two and fingers inside you touching your soft spot and his mouth was doing magic things to you “You taste like heaven baby” he said licking you “B-Baek I’m coming” you said moaning “Let me hear you more baby girl. Beg me to make you cum” he said “Please Baek Please I need you Baekhyun” and he did as you asked and made you come. And he ended by kissing you in the neck but with soft kisses while you shaked under him “That was amazing” you said “You’re amazingly beautiful and a true goddess” he said with loving eyes “How can you be super horny and cute the next moment?” you said laughing “Well the same way you are naked and we’re having a spa moment in 5 minutes” he said, and suddenly you were very aware of your nakedness “Get dressed beautiful and I’ll go get the door my princess” he said kissing your forehead but before he left he said “And I want to see more of that body tonight so get ready naked boo” he said smirking at you. 

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Once you were dressed you went outside to find his living room turned into an area of relaxation, with two spa beds and two lady’s ready to treat your boyfriend and you “Sorry that we kept you waiting” you said looking worried “What do you mean dear? One of them said “She means when she was getting out of the room” Baekhyun quickly said and then he walked over to you and hugged you “Let’s get some treat what do you think?” he said. You were curious about how they thought you took nothing to open the door bit you shake it off and happily started your spa treatment. 

Turns out and orgasm and some facials and massages are the best option for a night, you and Baekhyun ended both falling asleep in the spa bed and after all the treats he organized the living room so that you could watch a movie, but something caught your eye “Why do you have a karaoke microphone?” you asked “My friends and I, well mostly Jongdae, Soo and Minseok, when we get really drunk we have karaoke wars” he said non chalantly “Karaoke wars?” “Yeah you know the best singer with more points wins” he said “I have never done that” he looked at you “Never? “Never” so he took the microphone and said “Let’s sing Kiss me” (you know the one by Sixpence none the richer) you started singing and he did little screams of happy, you got 507 points and then it was his turn. He outsinged you and got 1003 points, he had a lovely voice and damn did you love it. 

When you both ended you said “Baekkie can you sing for me?” “What do you want me to sing?” he said “What ever you like” you smiled, and then he said “I’ll sing an original and consider this to be a dedication for you my queen” and then he sang Diamond, by Baekhyun. 

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YES I USED DIAMOND BECAUSE IN THE SHOWCASE HE SAID IT'S FOR ERIS SO YEAH 

[aprilskyforever]

Henny ranks Eurovision 2018 (fifth and final edition, after the contest)

I still can’t believe it happened, that I actually was there. In the arena. I saw 34 of the 43 acts live, from one distance or another. 10 of them from both. Let me tell you this first: Gabe told me before the trip that all acts would be better live, and he was right. Live, even Russia and San Marino were good. But in this final ranking, I’ve taken all aspects in concern: studio before the show, preparties, sound and show live in the arena, sound and show on tv. And for some, it differs a lot between the factors. But i’ll get to that in the comments for each individual song. Now, let’s go!

1 Italy. My winner since the beginning, and it remained that way. I just feel too strongly for these two men and their song to let them be passed by someone else. I can’t do that. Even if Cyprus beats them in staging. Non Mi Avete Fatto Niente never fails to make me Feel stuff, it hits me right in my heart, and Ermal’s voice is like honey and a magnificent contrast to Fabrizio’s raspy tune. 2 Cyprus (+3). When the song was released I didn’t fully believe in it, due to the heavy autotune on the studio version. But I always thought, if Eleni can pull this off live, this can be really dangerous. She never got to prove her talent until the actual broadcast, and I don’t gamble, but after semi 1 I would have placed my bets on her. Flawless staging (my only complaint is that it was tad bit too much choreography in the first verse), Sacha proves once again what a pro she is. And Eleni, what a queen she is! Completely owning the stage. I stand in awe. 3 Czech Republic. I’m forever impressed by and soft for this man. Brilliant staging - when he did the jumps and flips in the end I completely lost it, I was blown away. Very slick staging and performance, and the song always makes me want to dance. Please, Czech TV, tell me that this wasn’t a once in a lifetime thing! 4 Ukraine (-2). Now, I’ll be honest. Albeit a cool staging, the song doesn’t quite hit me live as it does in studio. It might be that I don’t like Mélovin’s styling, that there’s too much going on on stage, that the bass isn’t as heave as it should be... who knows. I love him and I love the song, but there was just Something missing.   5 Sweden (-1). My man! You made me be proud of my country again! It’s funny, because I’ve never really liked Benji before, even if I’ve known about him since... well 2006? But there’s something about the song, his voice and moves, and the neon bed that makes me soften. Being so far behind in televote was rather painful, I must admit that. 6 Germany (+5). This made me tear up when I saw it in the arena. I haven’t lost my father or anything, but this was simply beautiful and Michael filled it with so much emotion, it was so impressive and it hit me right in the heart on an Italy level. It really deserved its high placing. 7 Israel (+8). She really knew how to get the party started. I’ll be honest and say it’s really not my favourite song and I’ve grown rather tired of it, but it will forever be associated with the moment on Praca do Commercio when Gabe realized it had won, the happiness on his face. And the singing along, how we waved the flag, how we danced, how everyone was looking at us. In that moment, I absolutely loved it.  8 Austria. One of the best songs of the year, without a doubt. In one way I understand why it did so well with the juries, it really is that kind of song, however, live, it didn’t really feel that... exciting? Tickling? In a way that a winner does. Doesn’t really hits your most inner core you know? 9 Denmark (+3). This song climbing is all thanks to the audience, to be honest. They made this song grow. All aboard the viking ship! Or as we say up here, alle man ombord! 10 Finland (-4). Still also one of my favourites this year in terms of song only, the Debs are one brilliant duo. Staging was cool, although it was sort of missing a red thread? It felt a little messy? But I still loved it. 11 Moldova (-2). Oh Julija, I’m so sorry to not fit them into the top 10! I promise I still love them, I love the staging, and I’m weak for the song. Only thing throwing me off is the mixing live, the levels don’t feel just right. 12 Norway (+4). This was the first song I heard live and I’m still weak for it. Really a great party starter. Rybak may not be very helpful with song writing tips, but he sure knows how to deliver a performance and how to charm an audience. 13 Switzerland (-6). Oh my darlings, my darlings I’m so sorry... I really wished I could have seen this in the final. I’ll forever be weak for Coco. 14 Hungary (+7). This year’s big grower! If I’m not mistaken, it started out as my dead last because heavy metal isn’t my genre at all. But then I actually gave the song a chance. And in the arena, good lord help me how good it was. On TV, not as much, but this was absolutely one of the coolest acts to see live. 15 Albania (+2). I adore him, I adore the staging for this, I adore the intro of the song. It sounds so promising and always puts me in a good mood, makes me anticipate something. The only bad thing is the chorus, that thing I’m anticipating, it never really comes you know? But he’s Turt’s favourite and meeting him will forever have a place in my heart. 16 Ireland (+4). I’m forever grateful to whoever came up with the idea to make the music video come alive on stage. It fits so perfectly and lifts the song to sky high levels.   17 Bulgaria (-3). It’s Solid. That’s what I’ve always said. Sounds like Skeletons, but where Skeletons is wandering in an eerie forest with a slight feeling of anxiety, yet anticipation, Bones is being more sure of what’s going on, it’s walking with a steady pace on a wide path, not being afraid of what the eerie forest hides.  18 Australia. Oh, she always makes me so happy, and so does the song. But the chorus still sounds like a bridge, and the dancing felt... not really right, I felt she was too alone on stage. Live, however, this was absolutely stunning. 19 France (-9). This is a sleek song, I do like the sound of it, but by now it has honestly become a bit boring. And I’m sorry. 20 Slovenia (+9). Her charisma, choreography and staging really made up for the underwhelming beat in the chorus that had always put me off before. Now, I didn’t mind it. Also a really good live song. 21 Portugal (-8). Everytime I hear this song, I still wait for it to take off fo real, and it never does. It’s so beautiful, it keeps growing, but it never blooms into the full garden that I expect. And that’s a shame. 22 Latvia (+2). Where Croatia did it wrong, Latvia did it right, in a way. Good angles, good song, she made it work by being alone on stage. Maybe she was a bit too stiff and choreographed though. 23 Belarus (-4). You know, I don’t mind the rose, nor do I mind the song at all. His whole performance was alright, but somewhere I understand why I didn’t qualify.  24 Montenegro (+2). Oh this sweet man! The gift that keeps on giving. He deserved better. 25 Netherlands (+15). This song is such a water divider for me. I’ve grown tired of it and him, but then when I heard it live and saw him on TV it actually wasn’t that bad? It’s like I couldn’t resist it?  26 Greece (-1). This is the best Greece has sent since... 2014. Yeah. But the semi was too strong and I’m honestly happy it stayed where it did. However I’m not happy with the fact that This Is Love qualified last year, and this didn’t. But that’s just how it be sometimes. 27 Spain (+6). When 5000 Spanish fans sing along, you can’t resist it yourself. It’s rather sweet, to be honest. 28 Belgium (-1). Whoever staged and styled this number must be fired asap. Sennek looked like a ghost from a prison cell instead of the elvish and sophosticated lady I got to know in the video. Shame on such a beautiful song. 29 Lithuania (+1). Sure, it’s sweet, but it never hit me like it seemed to do to others.  30 Azerbaijan (-8). It felt... plastic. Detached. Without sincereness, if that’s even a word. But do you get what I mean? 31 Armenia. Beautiful, but it just did nothing for me. 32 Estonia. No, I don’t deny talent and I will recognize and admit the staging was stunning. But it dosen’t make up for the fact that I’ve never liked the song itself, and knowing the lyrics sound ridiculous to someone who speaks Italian, it just adds to it. 33 United Kingdom (+6). Also irresistable live! SuRie really is a very talented artist who deserves a much, much better song that Storm. 34 Poland (-11). I’ve always thought this was alright and it has always put me in a good mood, but after seeing it on TV I cringed a lot, Lukas vocals were far from where they should have been and so was his confidence. And Gromee himself? He felt very awkward. Like a dad who crashes his teenage girls birthday disco to dance along and embarrasses his daughter beyond limits. I shrug, in a bad way. 35 Serbia. This song is a bit all over the place and that really does put me off. Like it’s not... bad, but it doesn’t convince me. 36 Romania (-2). Solid, like Bulgaria, but far from as interesting. And what on earth was that staging?  37 Malta (+1). Cool staging, but I’ve never liked the song and I probably never will. 38 Georgia (-10). Sure it’s beautiful, but this song being in Eurovision just feels so... off? And the staging was so uninteresting. 39 Croatia (-3). Franka, darling, why did you have to be so attached to your mic stand? And being alone on stage? Bad choice. Didn’t help to make the song interesting like it should. 40 Iceland (+1). Oh my boy, my sweet sweet boy... you, like SuRie, really deserved a better song. Please come back with that ok? 41 San Marino (+2). So the song is horrible, but live this was actually kinda fun. Not to mention I love the robots with their signs. Amazing. 42 FYR Macedonia (-5). Man... Macedonia disappoints with staging and styling again. Can someone fire whoever is in charge already? My barbara dex winner by a mile, and I never liked the song to begin with either. 43 Russia (-1). You know, live it didn’t sound so bad. But on TV? Good lord help me. And lord help Yulia. Shame on Russian TV for treating her like this.

And there you have it! I had an absolute blast this season and it will, for very obvious reasons, always have a special place in my heart. Now set sail, and cross the Mediterranian, and we’ll see you again Israel!

[infinitysdecendants76730]

Infinity’s Descendants

“Decisions Decisions “

The girls were still on a high from the recent activities so the overall house mood was more jovial than normal. “Cassius and I will be going out again tonight after work” Céleste said as the two of them were getting ready to start their day. “The two of you have been courting for quite some time now. How long has it been?” Asked Azazelle. “Four to five months or so I believe” replied Céleste. “Five months? Why is it that you have not introduced him to me yet?” asked Azazelle. “Sis, I just want to be sure before I introduce you to him. I want to be sure he’s the one, you know?” Azazelle could tell that her sister was trying not to get too excited or move too fast with Cassius. “I do not like that I have not met him but I will always support you and your decisions. I must be off to work now. Will I see you before your date?” Azazelle asked her sister. “Of course! I expect you to help me get ready” Céleste smiled “Be careful sis” “Of course” replied Azazelle. “Please be safe” Céleste embraced her little sister. Despite efforts to keep the plague out of Marseilles it had made its way into the city. The number of cases were low but it was beginning to spread throughout the city. With Azazelle being a sick nurse she was exposed to those who had the plague so naturally Céleste worried about her. “I will, now let me go I am going to be late”

Céleste left the shoppe a tad bit late but this was not an unusual occurrence. She often lost track of time when she was working on a design she so truly loved. She headed home to prepare for her date with Cassius practically skipping the entire way.

“Zaz where are you? You can tell me about your day while you help me get into my dress” Céleste said excitingly. « Azazelle, Êtes-vous ici? » she asked. Céleste had began walking around looking for Zaz when she saw the paper on the table.

“Cele,

Jane has fell ill and cannot work. I will be filling in for her tonight. I am terribly sorry I will not be here when you arrive. I hope that you enjoy your date. I expect all the details tomorrow morning. We can discuss it all over breakfast. I will prepare it and I fully expect you to be here to eat it...while it’s warm.

Ta sœur,

Zaz”

Céleste frowned at the note; she was really looking forward to seeing her sister when she got home but sadly she no time to be sad. She had to get ready because Cassius would be arriving soon.

Céleste had just sat down to rest after all that work and there was a knock at the door.

White. The purest of whites is what Cassius was clothed in. He was dressed as if he were at court at Versailles. His baroque coat was exquisitely designed with pearls and tiny rubies worked into the embroidery. The Lace of the shirt was of the finest of quality ornamented with gold guilded edges and his shoes were adorned with diamond buckles and gold heels. The sun light coming through the many windows of the house caught the red of the rubies and casted beautiful little red flashes of light around the room. All of the aforementioned things did not compare to when he smiled. He was beyond handsome when he smiled and Céleste wondered how on earth she had managed to be courting a fine gentleman such as Cassius. As she looked at the man before her she could not help but think that this man was somehow going to break her heart. He had showed no signs of this nevertheless the feeling still remained.

“Are you ready my star?” Cassius asked causing her to suppress those unwanted feelings. « Oui, how do I look? » Cassius playfully bit his lip and looked her up and down before replying « délicieux ».

As customary the coachmen opened the door for the couple. “Wait before you sit” Cassius said as he entered the carriage. He hurried and sat where Céleste had intended on sitting. “You mustn’t look at me, promise?” He swirled his finger in a circular motion indicating he wanted her to turn around. “Promise” she replied with a giggle. As quickly as possible he untied his breeches pulled the fabric up, exposing his thigh muscle. “Now you may sit” Celeste gathered the fabric of her dress and sat on Cassius’ lap. He inhaled sharply when he felt her warm heat on his flesh. “Mademoiselle your undergarments” he whispered in shock. “I figured it would be a pleasant surprise” Cassius said nothing he just gazed at Céleste in disbelief. “Well?” She said breaking the silence. “Well what?” he replied. « Êtes-vous surpris? » she asked nervously. “Pleasantly” he replied with a smile.

There was an internal battle going on in Céleste’s head. Half of her thought the no undergarment idea was a brilliant the other half of her disagreed for two reasons. One, after giving it a bit of thought she came to the conclusion that perhaps Cassius was not ready for something like this or perhaps this was out of the ordinary for him seeing that he left in such a hurry the last time they were intimate. After all he hadn’t moved an inch since they set off. Second, she hadn’t thought about how much the carriage would bounce and shake on their journey and the frequent contact had her quite flustered to say the least.

Unexpectedly, during conversation Cassius flexed his thigh muscle which causing Céleste to stammer mid sentence. A small smirk played on his lips. “Ça va?” He whispered in her ear. She cleared her throat and shook her head yes. “Encore?” She knew exactly what he was asking. She bit her lip and shook her head yes once more. He placed his hands on her hips and guided her at the pace he wanted. A pace that was just enough to get her good and warmed up but not enough for Celeste to fully satisfy herself. Just as Céleste was starting to lose herself in the rhythm the carriage slowed and came to a stop. “Time to go mon Cherie” Cassius said lifting Céleste off his lap. She stood and did a marvelous job of appearing as though she was unbothered but in actuality her stomach was in knots and her core was aching for Cassius’ touch.

Céleste and Cassius walked down a small path until their destination became visible.

“Is that-“ “Château D’if? Why yes Mademoiselle it is” Cassius smiled and kissed Céleste on the temple. “But I thought it was a military fortress? How can we go there?” Céleste’s beautiful brown eyes peered up at Cassius. “The général and I are close. I assure you we will not be of any bother” Cassius kisssed the hand of Céleste’s that he had been holding as they walked. “Shall we?”

They made their way down to the coastline and boarded a small boat. Cassius held Céleste in his arms while they sailed across the crystal blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea. “This is beautiful Cassius. You never cease to amaze me” she said happily.

« Monsieur. Thank you for getting us here safely. You may either wait here until sundown or you may leave. It matters not to me I only expect that you are here when sunsets so we may depart. D’accord? » said Cassius. « Oui monsieur » replied the sailor. « Merci, pour vous famille » Cassius gave the man a couple of extra francs as they pulled into shore. “Let me aid you love” Cassius stepped out of the boat and held a hand out for Céleste. Once she was off the boat she took Cassius arm and the two of them headed up to the Château.

“Cassius, I’m pleased to see you made it safely” a man in a naval uniform greeted them from behind two giant red doors. “Yes General, thanks again for allowing us to come visit” replied Cassius. “The pleasure is all mine. I believe you will find that the soldiers will be practically invisible. However should you need anything just ask and they will assist you” said the General. « Merci Général » replied Cassius.

“Well Mademoiselle LeBlanc, how do you like the view from Château D’if? Marseille is even more beautiful from here is it not?” He asked wrapping his arms around her waist. The two of them stood in silence observing the beauty of the city for quite some time. Here they could escape from everything, people, work, city conditions absolutely everything. It was was just them and the calming waves of the Mediterranean and Cassius was especially care free out here. “Would you like a tour?” He asked finally breaking the silence. “I’d love that” she smiled. Céleste enjoyed the sea breeze tickling her skin as Cassius led her through the corridors. They were strolling past another archway when Cassius stopped and pushed Céleste back against the wall.

He gently cupped her face and kissed her passionately. He pulled away and skimmed his thumb over her lip. Céleste leaned in to continue the kiss and Cassius gave her a quick peck on the lips “There will be more time for that later mon étoile. There is more to show you” he smiled so brightly it was contagious.

She returned his smile but inside she couldn’t help but feel a small morsel of doubt. She could tell Cassius had been holding back. Every time the promise of intimacy would rear it head Cassius would come so close to giving into his urges but would then withdraw and apologize. With the exception of that one time they played cards and even then under the influence he still hesitated. He was always such a gentleman, so much so that it was infuriating to Céleste at times. She hoped and prayed that today by the beautiful Mediterranean Sea he would finally give in and make sweet sweet love to her. With the festivities in the carriage it seemed that she may be in luck but the kiss still had her giving way to doubt. “Finally we’re here. Down there lies the second best view on the whole island” said Cassius.

“Second best? What’s the first?” she asked. “The view I have right now of course” he replied. “Aren’t you quite the romantic” laughed Céleste.

“Evening soldiers. Are you not supposed to be en guard?” Cassius asked looking up from Céleste’s bosom. Céleste hadn’t even heard anyone approaching. How was he able to hear them when he was preoccupied she wondered. “We are sir but the General requested that we deliver an urgent message to you” said one of the soldiers. « Excusez moi, for just a moment please » he said to Céleste. He hopped up, wiped the sand from his clothes and followed the three soldiers up the steps and out of site. “What is this urgent message?” Cassius asked very seriously. “The General told us to inform you that the betrothal of Jareth and Mariana is in 5 days time” said one of the soldiers. “And Marius requests your presence at the celebration” another added. “Very well then I shall be there” replied Cassius « C’est tout? »

“Mademoiselle, you look beautiful” a soldier said scaring Céleste. “Pardon me, I didnt intend to frighten you. I patrol these shores to ensure there are no intruders. I was not expecting to encounter anyone let alone a beautiful young lady such as yourself” he said. “Not a bad job to spend all day looking at this beautiful scenery” Céleste replied trying to mask how awkward she felt. “No Mademoiselle, it is not” he replied with a smile. The soldier looked up behind Céleste then back down at her. “If I wish to keep my job I must continue on. Good day to you Mademoiselle” the soldier smiled again and continued walking past Céleste up the staircase Cassius had just ascended.

“Cassius, is that mortal down there with you?” the soldier asked when he reach the top of the steps. “Oui” Cassius replied not turning to face the soldier. “Perhaps when you feed from her you shall let us join? She is the sweetest smelling mortal I have ever encountered” Quicker than the soldier could blink Cassius had his hand around his throat with his feet dangling just above the ground “If you so much as think of coming near her again I will kill you” his tone was cool and his face was serious. “Cassius, calm down. He meant know harm” urged one of the soldiers. Cassius let go and the soldier fell to his knees. Cassius looked each of the four soldiers around him directly in the eyes before saying “Are we going to have any problems gentlemen?” Two remained silent and the other two shook their heads no. One soldier waited for Cassius to be out of site before he said “She truly is the sweetest smelling mortal, I could smell her from the terraces. He can’t take us all” “Stop this foolish talk. He is not one to trifle with” replied the only soldier with some sense.

“I’m sorry mon étoile. Where were we? Ah, I remember I was just about to kiss you here” he ran his fingertips from Céleste shoulder across her collarbone up her neck and softly turned her chin exposing her neck to him. He tenderly planted kisses on her neck occasionally sucking and nipping at the soft flesh. He laid her back down on the shore and took his place her legs. Celeste had patience for many things but when it came to intimate matters her ability to exhibit patience was less than adequate. It wasn’t that she wasn’t enjoying herself she just needed more and he was going a little too slow for her liking.

“Cassius please. I beg of you” she desperately needed friction so to give him a little motivation she wrapped her legs around his waist as best as she could. “I shouldn’t- it’s not- it wouldn’t be...” his words were failing him. He wanted to respect her innocence but he was struggling to fight his desires. His eyes searched hers. What if he lost control? What if he hurt her? He’d never forgive himself. “If it’s my permission you need you have it Cassius, Please make love to me” she pleaded.

He pulled her dress down freeing her breasts and arms from the confinement of silk and lace and she pulled her dress up exposing herself to him. His teasing touch became much much more purposeful. He Took her nipple into his mouth while he pushed his clothed member against her providing that delightful friction she needed. Quickly he sat up to remove his shirt and looking down at her he finally he freed himself. Her mouth watered as his thick cock sprang to life. He ran the head of it up and down her folds covering himself in her juices before burying himself inside her.

Céleste had known others but Cassius reached a place within her that was still untouched. No one had ventured this far; Cassius reached a place within Céleste that she never knew existed.

He groaned at her earlobe and took it between his teeth as he delivered slow deep heavenly strokes. Céleste’s nails dug into his firm ass cheeks pulling him even deeper inside her.

Cassius rested his forehead on hers just enough for their noses to barely touch. She tried to hold his gaze but her eyes would flutter shut when he rolled his hips into her just right. « Regarde moi » he commanded after grabbing her face. Her moans fueled his need for her as she kept her eyes locked on his while he continued to thrust himself balls deep in her. With each and every stroke her walls gripped him and Now it was Cassius who was struggling to keep his eyes open. This was the best feeling Cassius had ever felt, second only to feeding.

The sound of his balls slapping against her soaked core echoed in Céleste’s ears. The pleasure was too much, Céleste threw her head back and her back arched off the sand. Cassius decided to switch up the pace. He sat up on his haunches and pulled her close to him. He ran his cock through her folds once more and teased her entrance before slowly pushing himself back inside her. With one hand his thumb toyed with her clit while the other had a firm grip on her ass and was pulling her into each of his strokes.

Unbeknownst to Céleste she had been biting her lip so hard to refrain from moaning that it started to bleed ever so slightly. Smelling it Cassius stopped immediately and stared at Céleste in a way she had never seen him look at her before. “Do not quiet yourself, I want all of Marseille to hear you” Cassius kissed Céleste once more and bit her lip just enough for more of her blood to spill into his mouth.

Céleste could feel that his passion had new resolve. His strokes were faster, harder and deeper like something had came over him. It was delightful he was catapulting her to her peak. The walls of the cove and the continuous crashing of the waves providing enough sound dampening for her to express her passion as loudly and as freely as she pleased. “I’m close” she moaned. He smirked at her and placed her legs on his shoulders and began pounding into her. “Fuck ye-ss Cassius, right there please don’t stop” He didn’t stop. He gave it to her just how she wanted until she couldn’t take it. She muttered incoherent babble as her orgasm sent spasms down her spine and her legs shook. Cassius slowed his strokes again allowing her to ride out her high he didn’t want to overstimulate her, not just yet. « Mon étoile, je n'en ai pas encore assez de toi. Êtes-vous prêt pour plus? » he asked once Céleste’s breathing had settled. She was more than ready for whatever else Cassius had in store. She had been waiting for this since the moment she laid eyes on him. « s'il vous plaît, ravissez-moi » she replied.

“Our shift here has ended will you grant us passage back with you to the city?” the same soldiers from earlier were standing before Cassius and Céleste. “Sure” he replied begrudgingly. Cassius held Céleste close while they sailed back. Céleste struggled to keep her eyes open as the sun set on the city. To Cassius’ liking the soldiers leave the couple alone while on the journey.

Once back on shore Cassius walked Céleste back to the carriage. “I shall join you in just a moment. I have a small bit of business I need to tend to then I have another surprise for you” he said with that beautiful smile. The soldiers were still lingering around but Céleste thought nothing of it.

She watched Cassius as he spoke with the other gentleman. He looked so dashing. Almost as if he could feel her eyes on him he turned and smiled at her then went back to his conversation. The soldiers approached the carriage. “Madame, Cassius would like for you to accompany us” one of the soldiers said kindly. Céleste looked at them apprehensively. “It is part of your surprise, please” another soldier opened the carriage door and held his hand out as assistance. “This way” as she followed Céleste began to realize that these man played no part in Cassius’ surprise for her. “I think I should head back to the carriage. I am sure Cassius is looking for me” said Céleste. “Nonsense Cherie” one soldier. “Cassius can wait” said another. “Who does he think he is bringing someone like you around the likes of us. Parading you around” “Fucking you the way he did. Not even asking if we’d like a peice” the soldiers took turns speaking.

Cassius looked back at the carriage and saw the door ajar. “Un moment” he walked towards the carriage. “Céleste?” he called out.

The three soldiers had Céleste surrounded. One of them took a knife from his boot and pointed it at Céleste. For each step he took forward she took one back until she backed into a soldier behind her. With one hand he grabbed her wrists. The other covered her mouth. The soldier who seemed to be in charge smiled. Céleste winced when she felt the tip of the knife Pearce her skin. The soldier had sliced across the top of her breasts. “Let’s see what you taste like Mademoiselle” Céleste was struggled to process what she saw next. Something was approaching. It was moving so fast it could only be perceived as a blur. Suddenly she was freed and behind her she heard loud pops. When she looked down the soldier who had hold of her was laying prone but his neck and face were towards the sky.

She felt protective arms wrap around her. Cassius was standing between her and the other two soldiers. Both soldiers looked very different from just moments ago. The third in command clearly had a broken arm and the the leader was bleeding from the head. “You have two choices here Cassius” he spat out a mouth full of blood on the ground and picked up his knife. “You either let us have her or we will tell Marius what you have just done here” the soldier placed his knife back in his boot. Céleste stood behind Cassius speechless. What would he do Cassius thought to himself. After a brief moment of silence that felt like an eternity to both Cassius and Celeste the lead soldier spoke. “What shall it be Cassius?”

[smilinglance]

Klance Week Day 6 - Quote

bet yall thought i was done 

you were wronggggg

ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10988796

I want you I’ll colour me blue Anything it takes to make you stay Only seeing myself when I’m looking up at you - Troye Sivan, Blue

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Keith shook out his arm hopelessly. He hated being able to feel his heartbeat on a good day, but right now it was eery. He refixed his gaze to the cyropod in front of him. Lance looked so still; he couldn’t be sure he was even breathing. His skin was washed out by the blue light of the pod and the lack of blood. He seemed lifeless. Keith took a deep breath to calm his speeding heart. He would be okay. He would be okay.

He’d been repeating this mantra to himself for the past few hours. It was the only thing keeping him together at this point. Nevertheless, he felt like he could fall apart at any second. He didn’t know why it was so bad this time. They’d been here before, Lance comatose in a pod, Keith watching over him until he awoke or was forced to leave by a team mate. Every time was scary and took years off his life but this time was different. He felt it deep into his core, like he was on the edge of exploding and imploding at the same time. Like he could scream or burst into tears or break everything in the room. The desperation and anxiety was eating at him.

Maybe it was the red. It was everywhere, redder than Keith’s lion and his suit. Bigger and darker than he’d ever seen and it was like Lance was drowning in it. All he did was smile and collapse while Keith felt like his world was caving in and self destructing.

He thinks he blacked out. He must have because the next thing he knew he was draped over Lance, crying, something he never did, and the other paladins were rushing in and there was dead soldiers and drones everywhere. They reckon he went on a rampage, fueled by his distress and the quintessence mirrored in his Lion. He heard them whispering as they shuffled him out, Keith clutching Lance’s hand because he was too drained from shock to help carry him. He could make out their mutterings as he rocked himself in a corner, trying to prevent another panic attack as they saw to Lance.

He was still breathing when the others found them. It was lucky, but he was bleeding out so fast. He heard Coran say something about how he thinks the Blue Lion might have been helping him out. Keith had never been more grateful to her in his life, even after she gave him a family and a purpose.

He had only realised that recently. They were all congregated in the main common room, Coran trying to demonstrate some Altean ritual to Shiro as Allura laughed off to the side in amusement and joy. Pidge was grinning that sharp smile of hers at Shiro’s awkwardness while relaxing against Hunk’s legs as he investigated how many hair ties he could fit into her hair. Usually Lance was the resident hair player in the castle, but he was occupied with Keith’s, trying to do some fancy braid with what little hair he had available. He laughed along with the rest of them while he fiddled, his corny one liners make everyone laugh, including Keith. He could do that now. After all these months he was finally comfortable enough with everyone and their shenanigans. He was used to Lance and he was used to Keith. They argued a lot less now, rather having playful bickering and fun competitions. It made Keith feel warm inside. He didn’t know why for a long time, though he did eventually work it out.

On that night he felt particularly warm, especially after Lance whispered joyfully to himself, “Done,” and proceeded to wrap his arms around Keith, pulling his back to his chest. He did this sometimes. Lance was a very physically affectionate person and it had surprised him when it was finally turned upon him. After years of being alone he didn’t trust the action and it took time for him to grow comfortable with the idea. Luckily Lance was persistent. Now Keith was very comfortable, and snuggled back into Lance, finding safety in the heat of his chest and the pressure of his arms around him. Lance rested his face against his hair as they watched the others in companionable silence.

It was then Keith had realised it; he was happy. This is where he wanted to be, what he had needed for so long. A job, though ruthless and draining that made him feel like he was doing something. A place he could call home and people he could count on and he knew cared about him.

The warmth was almost overwhelming at this point and Lance’s arms tightened. Keith let one his hands lay on Lance’s. This was it and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

But now he felt like he was on the brink of having it all ripped away. Keith wasn’t afraid to admit, he knew that what he had now would be nothing without Lance. Where would be the excitement and thrill in missions? Who would be the team cheerleader, the token drama queen and cheerer upper? Who would constantly bring them down to earth, humble them, comfort them? Who would be the ice to Keith’s fire, the blue to his red?

Now that he had him, Keith would be nothing without Lance. The thought of losing him was like having his heart ripped from his chest, and with every dobash that passed he could feel it being pulled out further and further. It hurt in a way that he had never felt before, so agonising he felt like he could die from this injury that didn’t exist. If Lance was the one on his deathbed why did Keith feel like he was dying too?

He heard the door to the infirmary open and footsteps carefully make their way over to him. He could tell it was Hunk. He was probably on Make Keith Rest duty. But instead of placing a hand on Keith’s shoulder and starting his usual spiel like Keith expected, Hunk sat down next to him, folding his arms on his knees, and his head upon them.

“He’ll be okay.” Hunk was the one to break the silence. Keith stiffened and tried to swallow back his retaliating emotions of desperation and anger.

“You don’t know that,” Keith replied, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. It still sounded choked to his ears.

“Yes, I do,” Hunk argued. Keith’s eyes flickered to him and found Hunk already looking at him. “I’ve been talking to Coran recently. About how exactly these things work, what all that Altean garble means.” He waved an arm gesturing to the pod. “I can kind of make out those stats now, and all of them are showing he’s healing okay. Not only that, his wound is definitely fixable. I’m not going to lie, there are some things beyond the pods’ capacities, but his injury isn’t one of them. And do you really think Lance would let himself die on us?”

Keith felt his heart clench. He knew Hunk was right but he was still so, so scared. He had to look away from his warm eyes. “I’m scared,” he admitted and that time his voice shook and there was no hiding it.

Hunk let out a soft sigh before laying an arm around Keith’s shoulders and pulling him to his side. “I know, buddy, I am too.”

Hunk stayed with him a while, and for that he was grateful. Eventually he did have to leave and once more Keith was alone, staring at Lance’s static figure.

* * *

He awoke to the hiss of the cyropod opening, frozen air escaping and chilling the room. It sparked him into action and he raced forward just in time for Lance to fall forward into his arms. His body was cold, as to be expected, and heavy. He heard a soft groan escape him and Lance nuzzled further into Keith’s embrace. Keith could feel his heartbeat once more and it was racing. He hoped Lance couldn’t hear it.

He’s okay. Lance is okay. The new mantra took place and sounded on loop in Keith’s head. He felt dizzy with relief. He held him tighter. Lance is okay.

He felt more than heard Lance chuckle, a tickle of air against the skin of his collarbone and the slight shake of his chest. Lance shifted in his arms till he was standing as straight as one could after healing from a mortal wound and being frozen for hours. Keith’s heart stuttered in his chest was his brilliant blue eyes met his, that crooked smile on his face. Keith missed this face. It was one of his favourites, one of genuine, affectionate happiness. He hoped Lance couldn’t see how his face warmed.

“Miss me, mullet?” Lance teased placing a hand on Keith’s shoulder and the other on his chest for balance. Keith was mute, too many emotions rushing through him to speak. Lance’s face softened. “I hope I didn’t scare you too much,” he said, his voice sounding almost pained. Keith looked to the ground, hands gripping Lance tighter.

“Don’t do that again.” He said it so quickly the words almost blurred but Keith could tell Lance understood by the way he drew him just a bit closer.

“I’ll try,” he whispered. Keith didn’t know what hurt more, the fact that he couldn’t promise that it wouldn’t happen again or that fact Lance knew him well enough that promising it wouldn’t would make pain him further. His head dropped to Lance’s shoulder and he wrapped his arms ever tighter.

His heart ached in chest. Lance was okay, he was alive. But there was no ensuring that this wouldn’t happen again and it hurt because Keith loved him too much to lose him. Without Lance, he didn’t know who he was. He had changed so much after meeting Lance, bonding with him and loving him. Lance was an integral part of himself now. Without him, he was nothing.

They sank to the floor, kneeling with legs intertwined. Keith lifted his head to look at Lance, ignoring the obvious wetness to his eyes. Lance’s expression mirrored his own and he couldn’t brushing a finger along his cheek where a tear had escaped.

“I was scared.” His chest hurt, and thumped roughly in his rib cage. ‘I was so scared, Lance. You don’t-” The words stuck in his throat and he had to look away. “You don’t know what it was like. I thought you were dead. I...” His eyes met Lance’s again. “I love you too much to see that.”

Lance’s eyes widened. “You love me?”

His shock startled Keith out of his stupor. “Yeah. I love you.” He felt a smile fall on his face. It was still a little sad, but full of so much love.

Lance froze for a moment before his face crumpled into a similar expression to Keith’s. “I love you too. So stop looking so sad okay? I’m fine.” He moved his hand to Keith’s face, brushing his thumb over his cheekbone.

Keith pressed into Lance’s hand, relishing his touch. “I’ll try,” he said, echoing Lance’s previous words. He rose off one knee, and offered Lance his hand. “You need to sleep.”

Lance took it and held on as they left the infirmary for Lance’s room through the dim halls of the castle. They were both stumbling from exhaustion when they made it, Lance worse than Keith. He helped Lance change out of the cyropod suit into his pyjamas before dropping his jacket, belt and shoes on the floor and sliding under the covers too.

The warmth was comforting and he cuddled up to Lance. He wrapped an arm around his waist as Keith rested his head on his chest, fist clenching up his shirt fabric. He fell asleep to the sound of Lance’s heartbeat.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Lance is okay.

[altherei]

The Secret of Ar’canor - Part 1

Deep, it seemed, were the secrets of the shaldorei. A people so ancient and so hidden away, they’d almost been forgotten to the winds of time in their shielded city. A city as vast as Silvermoon and Dalaran combined, with winding streets and whose books were filled with even more winding passages.

At times, it was almost like reading another language, or so Altherei felt. These texts were old-- far older than her, older than her parents, older still than likely her grandparents. Yet either through exceptional archiving or enchantments, or both, they held up remarkably well: some had slight feathering at the edges of their worn leather covers, or minor tatters on the thick, aged parchment sheets bound in between.

It was a month or so more ago when the astromancer had first thought to seek out the Nightfallen. Rumors whispered among more practiced magi and casters than she had lead her to believe the Nightborne elves were a people gifted in astromancy and other forms of star-magic. Certainly they treasured the science of astronomy, and had a vast appreciation for the aesthetics of the sky. She’d heard of how some of the Spellblades’ weapons looked as though they housed a constellation, or how the arcane wings of their armor shimmered like a Storm Peaks aurora.

Despite the protests she knew she’d receive from the Guardians and her friends, she had gone anyway. Sneaked away from the Refuge on an off night, securing passage to Suramar in what easily could’ve been a shady, back-alley taxi gone wrong. But she lived, and oh, what she saw when they arrived.

It was so much like Eversong. The warm reds and golds and yellows of the trees, their crooking and arching branches hanging over to drape those who walked under in a curtain of foliage. And yet, there was a magic about the place, far different than the feel of her home forest. Both had an almost audible hum of magic about them, a sensation that caused the hair on the back of her neck and her arms to rise in goosebumps. Here, though, it was the arcane. Altherei swore she could practically taste it, even if it were tainted with the stench of fel the closer they drew to Shal’aran.

Making her introduction had been a bit more difficult than she had anticipated; there was a palpable distrust from the refugees in the old cave for any outlander that Altherei almost reconsidered her quest. But she had to know. She had to see if there was truth to what she’d heard.

She had not been disappointed. One of the Nightfallen, justifiably terrified of what the tyrannical Grand Magistrix might do to the beloved knowledge contained in the city’s libraries, had been pilfering books at every opportunity. Twice, he said, he’d nearly been caught, managing only to scamper away before he was noticed.

Normally, he had told the young blood elf, I would make a deal with you for this knowledge. But there is nothing you can give me that would help me... but should this knowledge prove useful to you.. you must come back. You must help us.

It still seemed like a deal, but Altherei made it gladly. These people were hurting, their own plight mirroring the plight of her own people so many years ago. He loaded her bag with books, the astromancer learning quite quickly the literal weight of the knowledge she bore, and she was sent on her way.

And now, almost a month later, she’d managed to devour.. one? One and a half, it seemed, of the tomes. Astromancy and the Magic of the Skies: An Anthology, and now she’d dived into Heralds of the Heavens: The History of Astromancy. To say she was fascinated was an understatement, and she felt she had learned more than ever expected. There were holes in the theories and histories she had read about the astromancers of Tempest Keep that were now filled with this new information. And she would be lying to herself if she tried to deny the hope that more information would lead her to Ulduar to further study the Titans and their connections.

That wish, it seemed, would be granted sooner than she expected. A slim index finger scanned along the current page of her work, rosy lips every so often dictating to an enchanted quill the notes she needed. Altherei was mid-way through such a sentence when her finger, and her mouth, both stopped moving.

Teal eyes blinked once, twice, and she skipped back a few sentences to re-read the passage as if she’d misunderstood it.

Thousands and thousands of years ago, a powerful astromancer crafted an even more powerful staff, capable of storing vast amounts of magical energy and unleashing them in ways never before seen. The staff was called Ar’canor, the Trapped Star, for the arcane core floating at the head of the staff reminded those who saw it of a gleaming star, humming and shifting with energy the way a sun gives off solar flares.

The staff was passed down from its creator to his mentor, and from his mentor to the next, to the next, to the next. For many, many years, the staff served as a powerful foci for the magic of the astromancers who used it, but a reminder as well of the dangerous and destructive power of the stars to those who were not yet ready to wield it.

Altherei quickly muttered clipped sentences to gather the sense of what she was reading, the quill swiftly jotting them down as she continued to read.

Ar’canor was wielded in many of the largest battles on Azeroth, however during the War of the Shifting Sands, it was shattered in the heat of battle under the strain of a reckless, improperly trained astromancer. The staff was broken into its three main components, two of which were later scattered to prevent the Qiraji from gaining access to it, and a powerful arcanist set upon the pieces three spells, and a puzzle by which . The three pieces of the staff were the Staff of Shadow, the Crest of Flame, and the Arcane Core. The pieces of the staff must be restored before the staff is functional.

Many have sought to find the pieces of Ar’canor, but have either failed in their excavations, or in the trials that were placed upon them- the spells laid down by the arcanist before their dispersal. What follows is the alleged puzzle given by the arcanist in his dying days, to an adventurer who claimed to have sought Ar’canor:

The young woman’s eyes were wide. She had considered astromancy to be a relatively underused practice, at least among her own people (and certainly less so after the destruction of most of them in Outland). She could scarcely imagine a world where the practice of star-magic was as common as the anthology claimed. She read on, the quill darting back and forth as she dictated notes.

Deep are the shadows of the earth, and deeper still the hearts of men. A wide eye watches us all, and sees the void within.

Passion drives us all, but we must be careful lest we be burned alive, as lava cuts through stone.

Race to race, we are connected in the ley lines. Infinite light in infinite dark, underneath where the Bright star shines.

They were almost riddles, and as little as Altherei sometimes liked games... these had her positively buzzing with excitement. Of course she wasn’t the first to go after this ancient relic. That was evident. But there was a feeling roiling in her gut, a tickle of instinct in the back of her mind that she would be the one to find this staff.

And then, she would make good on her promise. She would help the Nightfallen.