#he looks sooooo good. clawing at the walls.

[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (14/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Watching someone sleeping is something that friends do - right? And borrowing a sweater?

Warnings: this is sooooo soft, flirting, a bit angsty (but nothing serious) and a hint to the smutty scene in chapter 13

Word Count: 2.9k

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A/N: this is bad and short and I'm sorry. have been struggling mentally this week. love you all. feedback is appreciated.

The sun shines softly through the bedroom window, warming your face as you snuggle deeper into the covers. You're enveloped in Charles' scent - it's his bedding, after all - and you take a deep breath to feel just a little bit closer to him, even though he's only inches away from you. 

A few minutes after you get into bed, your friend has actually fallen asleep. He has one hand behind his head, while the other is on his bare chest, rising and falling with each breath he takes. His eyes are closed, his thick eyelashes almost touch his cheekbones, and his breathing is calm and deep and so soothing that you could fall asleep just listening to it. 

You turn on your side to get a better look at him, which I'm sure would be pretty strange if he woke up. But as relaxed as he lies there - mouth slightly open and brown strands falling lightly into his forehead - that won't be the case for the next few minutes. 

You can hardly forgive yourself for causing him such worry last night. You promised him that you would let him know as soon as you got home. And even though you weren't actually home, and thus theoretically didn't break your promise, you feel miserable about it. 

You can't imagine how worried he must have been when he walked in the door hours after your last conversation and you were nowhere to be found. For sure, he ran all around the apartment several times to make sure you were indeed not home before he called twelve times. And you slept through every single one of his calls. 

Charles moves next to you, scooting a little closer to the center of the bed and turning onto his side facing you. He has his head nestled on his bent elbow, while his other hand is against his stomach. You notice the many birthmarks speckled on his skin, and you would love to run your finger over them, feel how soft and warm he is. But you would never cross that line in your life without his consent. 

Never would you have expected to find someone like Charles. A man so good, so kind, so unique and compassionate that your heart blossoms and opens to him in his presence, even though after Raphael you swore you would never take another person into your heart so quickly. And yet Charles has broken down the wall you so masterfully and carefully built, clawed his way into your skin, and you pray - almost plead - that he would never disappear from your life again,

Charles breathes in and out deeply and his warm breath gently strokes your face. He looks so peaceful, so young and innocent that you melt as his mouth twists into a faint smile. After last night's worry-filled night, he deserves an undisturbed nap, so you sit up and slip out of bed without waking him.

He seems to notice your absence anyway, because he slides another bit across the soft bed, to be exact, to where you were lying just moments ago, and puts his head in the hollow of the pillow you left there. He takes a deep breath and seems to relax a bit more.

You tiptoe around the bed without taking your eyes off him, reaching for your comforter to carefully spread it over him. Instinctively, he grabs the hem and pulls it up to his chin before tangling his legs in the fabric and exhaling deeply as the warm rays of the sun fall on his face. Apparently, nothing and no one can disturb his sleep.

Quietly, you close the door to the room behind you - not, of course, without catching one last glimpse of your sleeping friend as he turns onto his stomach and now seems to have fallen fully into a deep sleep. His bare back shimmers golden in the sunlight, and as he slides his hand under his pillow, his muscles dance beneath his skin. 

In the living room, you grab your laptop and plop down on the couch. On the home page of your internet browser there are still a few job postings and, just like two days ago, none of them are suitable for you. You're starting to fear that you'll actually have to apply for the dog-sitter position in order to continue living in Monaco, so you take a quick look at the pictures of the cute dogs before frustratedly putting the laptop aside and pulling your knees up to your chest.

You've been aware that finding a decent job would be difficult, but it seems almost impossible. You had already considered just sending a few applications to magazines without them explicitly looking for new photographers, but you already knew the small companies that might hire you from your old job and their treatment of their own employees definitely left something to wish for.

The thought of starting your own business has also crossed your mind, but unfortunately you lack the experience and financial resources to do so. And this aspect is exactly the thing you need to sort out. 

To distract yourself from your hopeless situation, you turn on the TV and press the Netflix button on the remote control. You don't even need to browse through the many movie and series titles before you find something suitable. There's one series that you've already seen several times and still can't get bored of. 

Bridgerton.

Although the first season with Regé-Jean page and Phoebe Dynevor did a good preliminary work, you find the second one a lot better. Although the protagonists can't stand each other at the beginning, the chemistry between the two is incomparable and electrifying. There's a deep connection that's unparalleled in your own life, and while Anthony Bridgerton can't tear his gaze away from Kate, you can't help but think of Charles sitting next to you in the restaurant, laughing as he shares the tiramisu.

Whatever is between you two - it goes so much deeper than what you want to tell yourself.

If it weren't for your exes, you might have a different relationship. Not as friends who are forced to share an apartment because they have no other choice. But as two people who met somewhere and got along great from the beginning and whose friendship would have developed into something more at some point. They would have had the opportunity to get to know each other better under different circumstances. They would have had a real chance. 

But you are not. You are Y/N with the ex-boyfriend who knows no boundaries, and Charles, who apparently also has problems with his ex-girlfriend. And you have to share an apartment. Your friendship is forced because you have no choice. Because it's more comfortable than not getting along well when you live in such close quarters. 

What happens if you no longer share an apartment? Would you still remain friends? Watch movies and drink wine and cook together? Would you have late night conversations about how important this friendship is to you? Would Charles continue to try so hard to be a good friend because he wants to, not because he has to?

You become painfully aware that your friendship is a means to an end. And that thought breaks your heart. 

The bedroom door opens and a sleepy Charles pads barefoot across the threshold. His hair stands on end and his eyes flicker around the room as if searching for something specific. When you come into his field of vision, knees drawn to your chest, he exhales and rubs the heels of his hands over his eyes and then his chest. 

"Combien de temps ai-je dormi?" how long did I sleep? His voice is raspy and deep and so beautiful. 

You glance at your phone next to you, surprised that it's actually afternoon already. The paused series in front of you also shows you how much time has passed, because apparently you've watched a whole four episodes without really paying attention. 

"A little less than three hours," you reply to him as he plops down next to you on the couch. He scratches the back of his neck before stretching out his arms and resting them on the back of the couch. "How did you sleep?"

He shrugs, running a hand over his beard. "Not so good. Kind of restless, like my body needed the sleep but my brain didn't. Like it hasn't been able to rest, you know?" When you nod, he puts his head back. "I definitely slept better with you last night. How's that going to work out if we don't see each other for four days now?" Means to an end. He looks at you again. "Why did you even let me sleep?"

You tighten your lips into a thin line. "You were apparently up very early this morning and the night was exhausting and I thought you could use a little nap," you counter him. 

He tilts his head, then glances toward the TV. "I just thought we could spend some time together before I leave the day after tomorrow."

You turn a little in his direction. The fact that he wants to spend time with you before you don't see each other for four days makes your heart beat a little faster. But in the interest of your friendship, you ignore the fierce pounding in your chest. 

"There's still time," you say, "The evening is still young. And tomorrow we still have the whole day to do something, too. Those few hours don't really matter, do they?" You smile slightly at him. 

He clasps his hands behind his head. If he had a shirt on, the hem of the sleeves would stretch across his biceps. God, couldn't the man put some clothes on?

"What do you want to do?" He sits up straight. "We could watch a movie, like the second part of Cars." He raises his eyebrows with a grin, and you throw a pillow at him. "Okay, okay. It's okay. We could also cook something or -" Charles is interrupted by the ring of his cell phone. He holds up a finger and answers the call. "Allô?"

You hear someone on the other end of the phone say something, and Charles nearly jumps up from the sofa to sprint to the bedroom. He closes the door behind you, leaving you alone in the living room. 

Is it his ex calling him? Why is she doing this? Hasn't she tormented him enough with whatever happened between them? If she's going to ruin his mood again like she did last night, you'll drive by her place in person - wherever that may be - and give her a piece of your mind. 

When Charles re-enters the living room a few moments later - this time wearing a shirt, even - he doesn't sit down next to you on the couch again, but remains standing in the open doorway. He types something else on his cell phone before lowering his arm and looking at you dejectedly. 

Oh God, it was indeed his ex. 

"That was my boss," he begins, and for a brief moment you breathe a sigh of relief. So you don't have to hurl any profanities at anyone after all. "They moved the meeting up."

"To when?" Your voice is low, because from the way Charles is looking at you, you know for a fact that the schedule change isn't for a few hours. 

The brunette exhales audibly. "'Tomorrow at noon." He moves around the living room, restless, as if he doesn't quite know where to go with himself. Your eyes follow his every step. "So I have to leave from here tomorrow morning around 7. I don't have to pack a bag, I still have a few things on site. I just need to -" He stops in front of you and looks at you sadly. "So we don't have the whole day tomorrow. Just tonight."

You have to swallow. You still think it's right to put some distance between you after dreaming about him that night, and since your friendship of convenience somehow goes deeper than it should. But you didn't expect him to leave so soon. So rushed. Head over heels. 

Your gaze catches Charles' sad look. You're certainly not going to let him drive hours to Italy like that. And like you said, the evening is still young. And even if this friendship is just a means to an end, you'll do whatever you can to get as much out of the time as you can. Savor what little time you're given, down to the last bit. 

If Charles should disappear from your life at some point, at least he should leave behind fond memories. 

"Then we should make the most of it, don't you think?" You get up from the sofa and stand in front of him. You would love to put your hand to his cheek and stroke his skin with your thumbs to comfort him. But you don't. Friends don't do that. 

Charles eyes flicker briefly from yours to your mouth. "And what do you suggest?" His arm twitches as if he's about to move it, but changed his mind at the last moment. He tilts his head before taking a tiny - but noticeable to you - step back.

"You showed me one of your favorite places," you begin, pushing past him into the bedroom. In your closet, you rummage for warm clothes - a thick sweater, plus pants and fuzzy socks - and lay them on the rumpled bed. "I'll show you one of mine now." You turn to him and put your hands on your hips. "But only if you are brave enough, of course."

Charles has to grin. "Are you taking me to a secluded place to kill myself? Or are you really taking me to one of your favorite places?" He crosses his arms in front of his chest, grinning. 

Theatrically, you smack your hand on your chest, "So that's how little you think of me?" You shake your head in mock disappointment. "And I thought we were friends. I was wrong, for better or worse. Sorry. My mistake." You pretend to put the clothes back in the closet until something soft lands on your head. As you carefully pull the fabric off of you and examine it, you see that it's a sweater. You look to Charles. 

"You better put this on. It'll keep you a lot warmer than whatever that was just now." With a nod of his head, he points to the open closet. 

The sweater in your hand is black and has a hood that catches on your head as you slip the garment on. Immediately, you're enveloped in Charles' scent - like you were in your bed just a few hours ago - and the fabric is so warm and soft that you wish you could never put anything else on again. Is that what Charles hugs feel like?

You try not to read too much into the fact that he gave you his own sweater to put on. After all, it's still winter and certainly pretty cold outside. He's probably just worried that you might freeze to death.

"So what are you going to wear?" you ask him as you fix your hair. You feel his gaze on you, causing heat to shoot into your cheeks, but you try to ignore it. 

"Just a second," Charles says, disappearing for a moment before joining you back in the bedroom in a white sweater. "'Ta-dah. It's the same as the one you're wearing. I usually wear it when I'm skiing, but somehow it's so cold outside that any other sweater would be too thin." He pats his shoulder with a grin. "How lucky I am to have those." You toss him off with the pair of socks you just pulled out of the closet. He catches it casually. "Well, that wasn't nice. Is that how you treat your friends?"

You reach for another pair of socks and this time actually hit him in the head. "You think I'm going to take you to some secluded place to kill you!"

"I only said to you what you said to me two days ago," he counters, picking up the socks from the floor to throw them to you. Then he walks up to you and stands close in front of you. "You know very well how much I appreciate your company, Y/N. And you also know that I would go anywhere with you if you asked me to." He grabs one of the laces hanging out of the hood of your sweater and wraps it around his finger. Then he pulls you a little closer to him so that there are only a few inches between your faces. You feel his hot breath on your skin, and his closeness and smell make you dizzy. "So, mon amour." 

At the nickname, images of your dream flicker before your eyes. His lips on your burning skin, his fingers on your heat. I'm yours, mon amour. Forever. You can almost hear him say it. 

"What are you asking for?"

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[noiriarti]

The Winner Takes it All: Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Enemies-to-Lovers Modern AU) | Chapter 7

NSFW! Minors DNI!!! Summary: The moment the thesis competition was announced, you knew your biggest threat. Anakin Skywalker, golden boy of the engineering department. He's the only other person smart enough to beat you, and the only other person insane enough to stay in the lab until midnight every night. He's also an asshole, but you're starting to think maybe he's not as bad as you thought he was... Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader CW: descriptions of anxiety + guilt, piv sex WC: 7.8k AN: hello my darlings!! i am back!!! (from the dead aka first semester of my PhD) i've missed you all so much. this chapter took sooooo long to write because i wanted to get everything just right, but we have now entered phase 2 of the fic, where new shenanigans begin. stay tuned!

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, [Ch. 7], Ch. 8

Chapter 7: Burning

"Need to talk to you," Anakin blurted out loudly over the music, obviously catching you by surprise based on your empty, blinking face. The guy who was upsettingly close to you shot him a look equal parts murder and possessiveness, and Anakin's lip curled in disgust. His face looked eminently punchable, and Anakin could just imagine the satisfaction of his fist in the guy's cheekbone, or the way he would buckle after one good hit to the stomach.

Somewhere, a rational part of him reminded him that this was not caveman times, and that you had agency and were allowed to make your own choices, but Anakin silenced it. Feeling angry was easier than admitting that it felt like his organs were being torn out when he saw you flirting with anyone else. Thinking about kicking the shit out of some random guy was easier than admitting that knowing you had put this outfit on for someone else, someone other than him, was killing him.

"I--" You began, half-yelling over the noise, then your face twisted into something Anakin couldn't read. Annoyance? Hatred? Pity? "Fine. Let's talk," you finished. The man, who looked like if all the finance bros in the university were merged together into one terrible Pokémon Evolution, scoffed his annoyance, but you ignored him.

Anakin didn't even try to suppress his smugness.

You pushed past the guy, then past Anakin, all the way to the staircase tucked in the corner of the room. He was enchanted, brainless when he followed you. The air got warmer, stickier, and the number of couples making out along the walls increased dramatically. Anakin remembered when that would have been the two of you. That night at TKD. How he wished he could turn back time to that night and just live it in a loop.

Just like then, you were divine in front of him. Your legs climbing the stairs, the gentle sway of your hips that he had fantasized about. He couldn't help it. He'd be noticing these things forever.

You slipped into a bedroom, and it smelled a bit disgusting, but he couldn't care less because he was with you. Anakin closed the door with a decisive thump, then turned to look at you.

You had that look on your face, that one he hadn't puzzled out yet. Your perfect eyebrows were scrunched together, and he could see you swallow hard. He couldn't care less if you hated him. If you pitied him, wanted him gone. At least some small part of you would have still cared. He had prepared a whole speech--telling you how sorry he was. How much he wanted you. That he hadn't felt this way about anyone before, and that he wanted to make you fall for him the same way he'd fallen for you. That he wanted more than whatever the two of you had been. That he wanted to be your boyfriend. Long-term, preferably.

Anakin was ready to get on his knees if he had to.

He opened his mouth to start, but you interrupted him.

"No, I have something to say." The words came out shaky, and dread clawed in his stomach. Were you going to say you wanted him to leave your life? That you had moved on with the finance bro downstairs, who had a trust fund and probably said slurs? That you were excited to never see him again in four months, when you graduated?

Then, you sighed and said something he never would have expected.

"I'm sorry, Anakin."

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It set in later than it should have. Much later.

All throughout finals, you were desperately trying to stop thinking about him. That horrible feeling in your stomach when his face popped into your mind. Which it did, all the time. It was a sticky, terrible pit that opened up whenever something reminded you of him. The lingering smell of him on your pillow. His hatred of orange Skittles. You'd been angry before, but this was different, worse, somehow.

But you pushed it down. Exams mattered more right now. So much more.

Sometimes, the wave of nausea hit you a little too hard, like when you thought about how badly you needed a hug, and how you didn't really want a hug from anyone but him. When it got too hard, you'd leap out of your desk and march to the corner store, just to buy a Red Bull and maybe some chips. Something crunchy, something to puncture the silence of your suddenly suffocatingly empty room.

On the walk through the biting air, you would let yourself think of him. You'd let that pain in your heart blossom, and you'd just pretend you'd said something, anything else. That either of you had made different decisions. That you'd be walking back to your room and he'd be sitting on the bed, giving you that crooked smile, ready to quiz you on fluid dynamics. It was the cold that made your eyes water, you swore.

And then you'd arrive home, and you had to get back to work. Anakin Skywalker was not an allowable topic of thought at any other times. You pulled yourself through finals like a zombie, not letting yourself think beyond the next meal or next exam.

That was not the brightest idea, it turned out, shockingly. When you left your last final, you were blank, empty. You went home and collapsed on your bed, and you finally let yourself imagine his arm wrapped around you as you drifted off.

When your alarm went off at nine PM to remind you to get to the airport, the pit was back. As you stuffed things in your suitcase, then rushed out the door, you felt like there was bile clawing up your throat.

It was a disgusting feeling. You'd been mad in your life, but this was different. It made you want to jump out of your skin just to be free of it.

Around a third of the way through the red-eye plane ride back home, everything was dark and quiet, with only the whir of the engines disturbing the cabin. You slipped out from your aisle seat, just to stretch your legs and use the bathroom, and then you passed him. Or, at least, you thought it was him. But it wasn't. The stranger sitting in 16C had Anakin's nose and curls, but his eyes were all wrong, and his hair was just a smidge too light. He didn't have those little dimples on the side of his mouth.

But just the same nose and the same curls were enough to light that painful burn in your heart. How many times had you looked at those features, traced them, even before all of this started? Why, why did your heart leap for a second, hoping that he'd followed you, like in some 90s romcom, to declare his undying, hopeless love?

That pit in your stomach you thought was bad before was swallowing you whole now. Your skin felt hot, clammy. You willed yourself to move one leg, then the other, heavy like bags of sand, just to get somewhere private before you imploded.

By the time you slid the lock closed on the bathroom door, you were bawling. Big, heaving sobs ripped from your chest, and you couldn't place the emotion. Anger, sadness, guilt--it was all mixing into a knot that kicked the breath out of you.

What had you done? What had you fucking done?

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Things got a little better at the airport, when you got to hug your family. On the drive home, they occupied you with anecdotes about the neighbors--the house across the street had apparently put up a garish snowman--and questions about your semester. And it was nice to recount some high points. A couple of times, you were tempted to tell a story that involved Anakin, but you held your tongue.

When you got home, and it was around time for bed, you tossed and turned, but all you could think about was him. That feeling in your gut was unbearable, and you were debating whether you should just go retch over a toilet to get it out of your system. You only managed to fall asleep by putting on Criminal Minds, and even then it took you two episodes.

The next night, the same thing happened.

And the next. And the next.

The next time you were in bed, you made yourself confront it. Just for a second. That feeling that came up whenever you thought of him.

For years, he was just some guy who got everything he wanted. You knew the department was stacked against you from the start--being in classes where only four people weren't men was symptomatic of the department culture. But when Anakin interacted with the professors like that, got all the internships, you wondered if you could do the same thing. If it had been you networking with the professors, would you have gotten the same reaction? And you didn't know.

Anakin was frustrating. So, so frustrating for years. Because everything just came so easily to him. It was like he waltzed in every day to your freshman lab course and made breadboard circuits that were even neater than the professor's. And when he did so well on every exam, he didn't make a secret of it. He gloated about how his projects were used as examples. Initially, that rivalry was one-sided. You'd do anything to beat him. Later on, when you'd worked on more than a couple projects together, you could see it in his eyes. He knew you were a threat, good competition.

And when he was clearly closer with the professors and got accepted to an internship you didn't get, it was whatever. It annoyed you to no end and you complained about it to your friends, but it wasn't terrible. Those were minor things. Your theses were major. This was what you'd present to employers, to the world. This was what you were going to do for the rest of your lives. And he'd gotten it from somewhere.

If even this was stacked against you, why did any of it matter?

You were still furious. You felt like you wanted to punch something or scream into your pillow at how unfair the world was, how you just wanted something to be easy for once.

But the worst part of it all was that you knew that, in his place, you would do the same exact thing. Or, at least think about it a lot. You'd feel like shit about it, granted, but you might do it. That feeling of trying and failing for months to get the perfect idea that was equally attractive to employers and the thesis committee, to get something that even worked, was probably the most frustrating cycle you'd ever experienced. If someone gave you a ticket out, what would you have done?

You probably would have taken it, if things were bad enough.

And that meant Anakin wasn't a bad person. Just a desperate one.

You knew he wasn't a bad person, though. You'd seen him smile at you with such openness, such sweetness. You'd seen him coach freshmen, including your own roommate, to become good athletes. You'd seen him get you food when you were too out of it to do it on your own. You'd felt him put his jacket around you when you fell asleep in the library.

But there was always that fear that, just maybe, your first impression had been right. That he was an asshole. That, one day, the mask would fall off, and you'd realize he was just pretending. That your relationship didn't matter to him as much as it did to you. That if you told him that you wanted more than sex, he'd laugh.

And, when you heard from Barriss of all people, that maybe he was exactly what you had thought he was, a liar, it felt like he was stabbing you in the back and twisting the knife.

Looking back at it, it still felt terrible, but you couldn't move the image of Anakin helping you, keeping you company in the library. He wasn't scheming against you when he took the idea, he was just scared and desperate.

It was the department that had pitted you against each other from the start--curves, calling out the best homework solution, TAships, and thesis competitions. None of it was made by him. He was just like you, trying his best.

You also hadn't heard all the details. The idea for the hand had been his, just the idea to scale it down had been someone else's. Just like you'd asked professors to help you choose between ideas early on in the process.

The more you thought about it, the more it felt like your heart was being carved out with a blunt spoon.

You impulsively opened your phone. The texts he had sent you.

please come back we can talk this out please give me another chance

How could you not trust him? How could you have watched him cry and just left? What kind of a person were you?

Fuck, what had you done?

You were gasping for air, the tears rolling down your face and onto your pillow. You had ruined something perfectly good. Just because you were blaming him for everything that had gone wrong.

It was too much. It was all too much. The stress climbed up your throat and choked you, and you writhed in the sheets to try to escape the feeling. To just go back to a time when things mattered less, when you were purely happy and never worrying about GPAs or rankings.

Fingers shaking, you opened Ahsoka's contact and smashed the tauntingly green 'Call' button.

She wouldn't answer you anyway, you reasoned. It was the middle of the night, after all.

The ringing was painfully loud in the empty room. The tone sounded one, two, three, four times, and you were about to give up when Ahsoka's tired voice mumbled your name.

"'Soka--I--Can I talk to you?" You managed to spit out the question despite the thick cottony feeling in your throat.

"Hey, woah, what's the matter? Are you okay?" The grogginess left her voice as she fretted on the other end of the line, and her protectiveness made you feel the tiniest bit better.

As you spilled your guts to her, she made comforting noises at the appropriate places, and grossed out noises when you described that you'd had sex with Anakin. Soon, your breathing stabilized, and she said exactly what you'd been thinking, too: you needed to apologize, stat. Preferably, in person.

You fell asleep on the line with her.

In the morning, everything felt better. Manageable. You just needed to collect yourself before you returned home, and then sit him down and talk to him--actually talk.

For the remainder of the break, you immersed yourself in the everyday. Your holiday traditions were familiar, calming. The constant clamor of your family to get this and that from the store kept you busy. You'd wake up late, eat some lunch, get some coding done, scroll Instagram, eat dinner, then pass out in front of the TV. And just like that, another day slipped by. And another. And another. And another. And then it was Christmas, and all you could think was that Anakin was opening presents right now, somewhere far away. You opened your texts again, trying to draft a message that seemed right--Hey or Merry Christmas both seemed slightly weird. But maybe hearing from you would mess up his day, or maybe he'd realized what you had, that you were in the wrong, and now wasn't interested in talking to you. As you were debating, the roiling guilt in your stomach grew, and, when your father laughed particularly loudly, you were relieved to turn off your phone and pay more attention to the breakfast table.

In the back of your mind, there was a subtle thrum of guilt that never really went away. It only got worse as the break came closer to ending, and you realized you hadn't really gotten anything done on your thesis in weeks. You set a countdown on your phone homescreen, just to keep you on your toes. All it did was make you feel worse.

On New Year's Eve, when you were watching the ball drop with your parents, your phone chimed.

It was Anakin. The world stopped, and your mouth went dry. happy new year. What could you even say to that?

Happy New Year. I miss you.

Happy New Year. I'm sorry for everything.

Happy New Year. Wish you were here

Happy New Year! How are you?

All of them felt wrong. But then one of your parents said your name, trying to get your attention, and you locked your phone.

That night, while having your nightly stew on your feelings, you resolved to talk to him in person after lecture. Otherwise, you were worried you'd never bring it up.

On the first day of classes, you were resolved to catch him before or after lecture. Any time would work, really. You'd have two chances that Monday, and then two more on Wednesday if you chickened out. The fact that you acknowledged you might chicken out was a bad sign, but you ignored it.

You got there ten minutes early, an act that was generally considered psychopathic in college, and you were ready to zone out while the professor said some things about the goals of the course for just long enough for class time to end before speaking to Anakin.

Would he say something to you? Would he try to sit next to you? Would he even notice you?

You kept your eyes firmly trained on the board, and tried not to look too desperate as you snuck glances. Then, finally, he arrived, and you tried to look as nonchalant as possible. You made a point not to think too hard about how he was more handsome than you remembered and not to wonder if he wore that shirt just for you. That wasn't your place. You needed to apologize, not ogle him. You expected him to sit down somewhere in the middle of the seats, somewhere distinctly Anakin, but he crossed the room entirely. He even sat one row in front of you. Did he not even want you in his periphery? Your heart sunk. Maybe he had a change of heart after you didn't respond to his New Year's Eve text. Maybe he was just done with you. Maybe maybe maybe, your mind chanted.

The second that the professor was done, you rushed out.

The same thing happened again in your afternoon class, and you walked home regretting every life choice that brought you to this moment.

The next day, when you got home from your class, you entered your living room to find Anakin on the couch. Immediately, that nausea that had been plaguing you punched you in the throat.

There he was. Looking so unbothered, so casual, like him being in your room didn't make him think back to the last time you had been here, entwined on the bed. Like it didn't make him think of how you'd ruined it. All you could hear was static.

The worst part was that you couldn't stop ogling him, even though you felt terrible about it. He must have been working out over the break, because his arms looked incredible in that shirt, and his jawline was etched even more strongly than usual. The haircut he'd gotten over break left his hair falling just over his forehead in those perfect waves. It caught in the light as usual, and when he turned to look at you all you could see was blue blue blue.

And then you realized he was looking at you--at you--and his eyebrows furrowed. You could see him swallow, hard, as he looked at you. Was it a glare? Was he angry? Was he about to storm out? Who knew?

But this was your opportunity. Class didn't work out--this was it. You had to talk to him now.

You opened your mouth to say something, maybe "Hey guys, can I talk to Anakin for a second?" or "Hey, can we talk?" or "I think I like you a lot," or literally anything, but nothing came out. The static in your ears got louder until it was deafening. Your stomach roiled and, for a second, you were worried you'd throw up instead of saying anything.

"Hey," you croaked out. The awkward silence sat between you three, and you didn't see his expression change. Fuck. He didn't even say "hey" back.

You had to get out of there. Had to. Right now. You bolted into your room and closed the door behind you, then dove into your bed and screamed into your pillow.

Motherfucker.

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Your next attempt to apologize came at practice the next day. You hoped to catch him at the end of it, maybe pull him away and talk in some empty stairwell. You crept up to the room, but, the closer you got, the more that tidal wave of terrible feelings threatened to wash you away. Through the door to Aerobics Room 1, your eyes found him in the crowd immediately. They were practicing some kind of form (pumsae? the exact name escaped you), and Fives made some sort of comment to Anakin which sent him cackling.

He looked light, and with the afternoon sun casting its rays into the room, he almost became angelic. When he laughed, and his eyes crinkled in that way that made you soft, you lost all your nerve. He was never like this when you were in class together, or that time he was in your apartment. Whenever he saw you, he got that look on his face.

But now, he was all smiles and laughs as he playfully smacked Fives, who repeated whatever he'd said and sent a bunch more athletes into fits of laughter.

Dappled in the sunlight, his face split with an enormous smile, Anakin was so perfect in that moment. How could you ruin it by making him have a hard conversation?

At the same time, you felt the anger at yourself build up. You said all those awful things to him, and you had the nerve to delay your apology?

But you knew that, if he heard your apology and didn't forgive you, that would ruin the day for him. He was just like that. And you didn't have the heart to do that to him.

Tomorrow, you promised yourself, as you took one last look tracing the contours of his jaw and lips.

As you turned to go, you didn't notice that he'd turned to see something moving in the windowed doors to the Aerobics Room.

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Ahsoka was fucking tired. There were approximately two people she cared for most on the campus, and they were both huge dummies. They'd proven that over and over. She knew something was amiss from the day the two of you fought/broke up/ended things/whatever, when you started sulking in your room alone and consuming an upsetting amount of caffeine. She started gently probing right when the worst of finals was over. She didn't want to rush anything, but a well-placed "hey going to go get some food, want anything?" might soften either of the two of you enough to let her know what happened.

She found out when you told her on a phone call. And, yes, it wasn't great. It was, perhaps, morally dubious and a little misguided, from what she could tell, but it wasn't clear to her why this was such an issue. Wasn't taking advice from others and collaborating the whole point of academic research and theses?

But she also knew you had gotten feedback from multiple professors after you'd submitted your initial proposal, trying to pick between several approaches, before one of the faculty nudged you in the direction of 3-D printing instead of plastic molding. And, sure, Anakin was a little more than nudged, but he came up with the idea for the mechanical hand in the first place. This was just a different application, right? And yes, it wasn't super duper ethical that the idea was just given to him, but what would you do in his shoes?

Ahsoka told you exactly that, and you sounded like you were choking on the other end of the phone. You told her about how horrible you felt, and that you felt like you didn't know if he even wanted to ever see you again, and she groaned. Of course he did. He was the biggest simp she knew.

So Ahsoka did what she did best: she meddled.

It started small, with mentioning the taekwondo team in front of you once the semester had started. Sometimes an anecdote would include Anakin, and she made sure to casually drop his name, just to gauge your reaction. You didn't even flinch when she said it, which seemed like a good sign. But the pulse in the hollow of your neck jumped. When you confessed that you'd failed to talk to him in class, because it just felt too awkward in public, Ahsoka nodded sagely, like she wasn't already scheming to give you a private time to chat.

Within five minutes, she had texted Anakin to invite him over to plan the competitions they would be attending that semester. Like she hadn't already discussed it with him in December, but whatever. A meeting between the captain and the vice captain wasn't out of the ordinary. And it just so happened that her room was free. Crazy, right?

She really couldn't have made it turn out this well if she tried. When you entered, and Anakin looked like he might fall off the couch, Ahsoka had to suppress a smile. You looked like you wanted to say something, like maybe you'd built up the courage, and she was about to say that, actually, she had forgotten an incredibly important errand she had to run at a cafe for 30 to 45 minutes, but then you just said "hey" and walked into your room. Ahsoka grumbled internally. What was so hard about just apologizing?

Two days into classes, Ahsoka had not-so-subtly hinted to Cody that he should host a party, just in case her other meddling didn't work. It was her backup plan, and, apparently, she needed it. So, after giving you a pep talk that this would be the perfect time to talk to Anakin because you weren't in class or a meeting, and after digging out some dress in the back of your closet for you to throw on, the two of you were off.

Once you arrived at the party, she watched you do a sweep of the room instantly. She knew what you were looking for, and rolled her eyes. He probably hadn't arrived yet, but she texted him anyway, just to check.

In the two seconds she was looking down at her phone, she watched you talk to some sophomore from the business school. He looked douchey, but he was cute enough and said something that made you laugh. Come on, Anakin, she thought, praying he'd arrive soon before she had to watch this guy flirt with you any longer.

Again, she realized she was great at meddling when Anakin showed up and beelined to Cody. She pushed her way through some people, and came to greet him, drag him to get a drink, but he'd already taken a beer from Cody, then insisted that they go dance.

At every opportunity, Ahsoka tried to hint that maybe they should go over there? Toward the other side of the room? Get some more drinks, maybe?

It took ten minutes, but Anakin finally agreed. He didn't see it, but Ahsoka was smiling like a maniac when she saw him take you in. When he started marching over, she was practically cheering. It was show time.

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As you walked to some quiet(er) room, your heart was pounding. This was more nerve-wracking than the first time you slept together, than anything you had done together before. When he just appeared in front of you, looking so intense, it took you a minute to get yourself together enough to form words. Was he mad at you? And now the moment of truth had come.

You pushed into a room which belonged to someone who had more weed than deodorant, and was covered wall-to-wall in dingy band posters. You didn't want to even look down to see how stained the carpet was.

But none of that mattered. Because right now, he was here. And you finally had the opportunity to say what you needed to say.

Before you started, you drank him in one last time, just in case. His deep eyes, the peek of collarbone through his shirt, his broad chest. A quick mental catalogue.

And then you started speaking.

"I'm sorry, Anakin." You weren't sure what gave you the courage. Maybe it was because he approached you first, so you couldn't hide behind the excuse that he didn't want to see you anymore. Maybe it was the slightly awkward conversation with that dude downstairs who seemed to have way too many takes on types of beer. Either way, you'd finally done it. You'd said it. Just apologizing to him made you feel lighter, but that was drowned out by the anxiety of hearing his response.

You were trying to read his expression, the draw of his eyebrows, the purse of his lips. This was the weirdest angry face you'd ever seen.

"Wait--huh?" Both of you were probably wearing the same expression--sheer confusion. Wasn't he supposed to be mad at you? What? You watched his eyes trying to read what you meant, and his plush lips were the tiniest bit open.

You continued anyway. It had to be said, even if he was just going to tell you to stay away from him.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, you didn't deserve it. Not everything was your fault, and I've been feeling so guilty over the whole break that I just--I couldn't bring myself to tell you. I chickened out every time. I wish I hadn't… ended things. Between us. I'm--I'm so sorry." Your voice came out more confident than you felt, comfortable in the words you had been rehearsing for weeks in your mind.

Once again, the room went quiet. Anakin stood, as still as a statue, clearly trying to process. Behind the pounding of your ears, you could hear the bass line downstairs and the chatter of people, and you tried to remind yourself that if this goes badly, you'll just go back home, time would pass, and you'd be able to heal your broken heart in peace.

Then, suddenly, Anakin pulled you into a crushing hug. You couldn't breathe from the weight of his head on your shoulder, and the tight squeeze of his arms around your waist. The sandalwood of his shampoo was comforting, familiar. He smelled like home as he buried his face into your neck.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry too--I wish I could take it back, that I just never entered this goddamn competition, then you never would've been mad at me and--" His voice came out broken and shaky.

"Anakin, hey," you interrupted. Had he spent the whole break feeling like this? He should be mad at you, not just upset with himself. You could talk to him about that later, but right now you could feel his desperation to just be near you again, mainly because you felt the same way. You wrapped your arms around him until your hand found his hair. Burying your fingers in it felt so good, so natural. How could you ever have ended this?

"It's okay," you said as you rubbed his back. You could feel his breaths were ragged, and he squeezed you even tighter. "I shouldn't have been that mad at you in the first place--I just got so upset that you had some sort of upper hand, and I went crazy," you continued.

"Fuck," Anakin muttered against your skin. The shift of his lips over your collarbone reminded you of the last time he'd kissed up and down your neck. You took a deep breath. Now was not the time to get horny.

Anakin pulled away, but kept his arms wrapped around your waist. Your heart clenched when you saw the mix of anguish and relief dancing across his features. His eyes were swimming, and a tear rolled down his cheek, then another, then another, until he was crying.

"Fuck," he mumbled again as he pulled one hand away from you to wipe his eyes with the back of his hand, almost as if he was embarrassed. Despite it all, you found him immeasurably cute.

"Uh, I was gonna come up here and beg you for another chance--I just couldn't watch you move on or talk to that guy downstairs, it hurts too much," he confessed. His eyes met yours and you felt that familiar jolt of joy that he brought, this time over the idea that he was jealous, possessive even, over you.

"I'm not moving on." It was a risk to say it, but you did it anyway. It was definitely true, but it came out more careful, more tentative than you wanted. Because there was a chance he didn't mean it that way, and you'd just shown your hand.

Fortunately, he had a terrible poker face. Even streaked with tears, a little bit sweaty, and standing in a room that stank like weed, Anakin's smile burst onto his face and shone like the sun.

You'd forgotten how many butterflies that smile gave you. Tentatively, you moved your hand from his shoulder to his jaw. His eyes slid closed and he leaned into your touch, like you might disappear if he didn't keep you there.

Then, someone hollered in the hallway, something about a round of shots, and Anakin's eyes snapped open.

"Do you want to go somewhere quieter to talk more?" You asked. "We can walk back home or--" Anakin cut you off.

"Um, if you don't hate me right now, and I don't--I could never--hate you, can I just--" His hungry eyes flicked down to your lips, and you knew immediately that the answer was yes. Yes. A hundred times yes.

You didn't think too many brain cells were firing, so you just nodded. His smile widened, if that was even possible, and he pulled you into him just like he had so many times before.

As he got closer, your heart started pounding, and your palms got sweaty, like this was a first date. And, in a way, it kind of was. It was your first time kissing as more than just enemies who fucked every once in a while, but as something else, something more.

When his lips met yours, he was so heartbreakingly tender, you melted under his touch. Anakin was so warm when he held you this close, and you were half expecting him to start deepening the kiss when he pulled away so that your foreheads were touching.

"I fucking missed you so much," he whispered reverently, then immediately kissed you again, deeper this time.

His kiss was all-consuming, like a whirlpool sucking you in, until you'd forgotten everything except how he felt against you. Your kisses grew deeper, until you felt his tongue gently brush your lips, and you immediately opened them.

Everything felt new, gentle, and you relished it. One of his hands slid down to your ass, squeezing gently, and you felt yourself get wet. You'd been pent up for weeks, and the simultaneous relief of being with him again and the way he had all but told you that he had feelings for you were making you dizzy with want for him.

Your hands grasped anything they could, his shoulders, his hair, his arms, as much of him as you could reach. Did he even know what he did to you?

He broke the kiss, just for a second, and you were about to protest when he pulled the two of you back until he was sitting on the twin bed shoved into the corner of the room. You stood between his legs, his hands trailing down the backs of your thighs.

You swung one knee over his hips, lowering yourself until you were straddling him. Anakin watched you, his eyes dark and mischievous, and let out a small "fuck" when you were finally in his lap. He was a sucker for this position, you knew. This was exactly how you'd gotten together, at that stupid night of truth and dare. The memory filled your heart with warmth.

As you settled onto his legs, you felt a familiar hardness under you, and the butterflies returned. You loved doing this to him, making him care about nothing other than the moment you were sharing. You not-so-subtly shifted your hips as you kissed him again, and you were rewarded with a low moan.

His hands kept teasing you, running up and down the sides of your thighs as he captured your lower lip between his teeth gently. You groaned loudly into his mouth, and he used that moment to slide a hand up your inner thigh, until he had passed the hem of your dress.

Using all the willpower you had left, you pulled away. You were both panting, and he was a vision when you looked at him again, his pupils blown wide and his lips red and wet from your kiss.

"Anakin, are you sure this is okay?" You desperately wanted him to say yes, because it felt like you might implode if you didn't have him inside you tonight, but if he was this emotional, you had to say something. Give him an out.

Instead, Anakin looked at you like a man starved. His pupils were wide, and, even through the tears, he looked ravenously hungry for you. Like you made his world spin.

"Yes--God, I've thought of you every day, all the time. I don't want to wait any more than I have to, unless you don't want to, or if you think you'd regret it--" He was rambling. It was adorable.

"I've never regretted you," you said, cutting him off. "But are you sure you're sure?" You stared into his eyes, looking for any trace of worry, or hesitation. All you found was desire, and something softer. Affection, love, maybe.

He rolled his hips, pressing his hard cock against you.

"Can't you feel how much I want you?" Usually, a line like that would make you roll your eyes, but with the mischief in his eyes and the feeling of him hard underneath you, it only served to make you wetter.

You immediately grabbed his shirt to pull his lips to yours again, rocking your hips over and over until he matched your rhythm. The hand on your inner thigh crept upward, until it reached your clothed pussy.

You'd forgotten how well he knew your body, like he'd been made to touch you. His fingers found the perfect angle to stroke your clit, and you became a mess, your kisses sloppy.

After he'd teased you for a long enough time to make you a wreck on top of him, Anakin pulled your underwear aside. He dipped just one finger inside, and he groaned at how soaked you were.

"Can I fuck you, baby?" He asked, as if the answer would be anything but please. You nodded as hard as you could, and he started unzipping his jeans as fast as he could while keeping his eyes on you. You weren't sure he'd ever look away.

Meanwhile, you stood up off of him just enough to pull your soaked panties down your legs and kick them off. As he pulled his cock out, you vowed to give him head the next time you were together, because goddamn, you'd forgotten how nice of a sight he was like this.

He pulled a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on, still looking at you and only fumbling a couple of times in his trance.

"C'mere," he grabbed your waist and pulled until you were straddling him again, right above his cock. He grabbed your hips with one hand, and lined himself up with the other, then slowly started guiding you down onto him.

As he split you open, you forgot how to think, or talk, or do anything other than feel him inside of you. Every ridge, every inch. You let your head fall back as a keening moan erupted from your throat. He kissed everywhere he could, up and down your throat as he grunted against your skin.

You realized you couldn't even draw a steady breath, you were so overwhelmed by the feeling of being with him again.

His breath fanned your collarbone as he finally rested his forehead there and groaned your name. It was music on his lips.

The hand on your hip started guiding you to move, and you gently rocked your hips. God, had it ever felt this good before?

The feeling washed over you like honey, drenching your limbs and making your fingers tingle. Almost on their own, your hips picked up the pace, spreading the feeling everywhere in your body.

As you rode him faster, he pressed his face into your neck, letting the wetness from his crying earlier rub onto your skin. He was groaning at almost every thrust, incoherent mixtures of yes's and your name falling off his lips with every breath.

You were holding on for dear life, fingers fisted in his hair, when he grabbed under your thighs and stood up, slipping his cock out of you while you were still in his arms.

Anakin turned around and laid you down on your back as he busied himself throwing off his shirt and pants until he was bare in front of you. Within two more seconds, he was inside you again, this time thrusting into you from above.

He was holding himself up on his elbows, so his face was right above yours, eyes locked onto yours. You could see every reaction, every groan fall from his lips.

Usually, he was rough and made his hips smack yours, but, today, his thrusts were slow and languid, like he was trying to make it last as long as possible. You could live in this moment for the rest of your life. A particularly strong twitch of his cock made you whimper.

"Fuck, baby. You're so gorgeous like this," he breathed, pressing a kiss to your forehead tenderly. You locked your legs around him, holding him close, so that this wouldn't end. So that you could always stay here.

His breath hitched, and you knew he was getting close. You loved that you knew things like that about him, that only you knew that about him right now.

"Shit, fuck. Your pussy is so fucking good, like you were made for me," he groaned into your ear, speeding up until he was going faster than you thought he could. The intensity made you grasp at his back desperately, your nails catching on his skin. He hissed loudly. Anakin's cock twitched inside you, and you knew he was seconds away from his release. And you were even closer, that delicious tension building with every thrust.

His hand came between you to rub small circles on your clit, and then you were gone. Your mind went blank, and everything became just sensation. Warmth, all around you. Him, everywhere.

Somewhere far away, while you were still twitching around him, he groaned, low and loud and raw, as he came while sheathed deep in your pussy. Anakin laid his head in the crook of your neck while he recovered. His breath hitched as he took a shaky exhale, then pulled his cock out of you.

You didn't need to say any words, you both knew what you wanted. He pulled you into his arms like you were the most precious thing on the planet, then let his eyes slip closed. All the tension that had been building in your body was released, gone into the wind. All that was left was him, and the rise and fall of his chest as you lay against it.

"I missed you, too," you ventured after a few seconds of comfortable silence. He hummed, letting the hand trailing through your hair cup your jaw and pull you up for another kiss.

This one was tender, not about fucking, not about anything but his feelings for you. It was addicting, and, when it stopped, you almost pulled him in for another round. But it was midnight, and every muscle in your body was screaming.

Anakin said something about cleaning up and getting out of here, and you nodded, but you found you were having trouble with coherent thoughts at the moment. Anakin gently kissed your forehead and then rolled out of bed.

"'Kay, I'm gonna go look around for a bathroom, be back in a sec!" He called out, putting his clothes back on quickly, but not quickly enough that you didn't have time to check him out.

Even when he left the room, you were still smiling. You grabbed your phone, discarded somewhere near the bed, and sat back down. You wanted to text Ahsoka to thank her for bringing you to this party, for introducing you to Anakin, hell, for being born, when your homescreen reminded you of something.

54 Days, 18 hours, 27 seconds until Thesis Due Date

That pit opened in your stomach. You thought you had gotten rid of it, but there it was again. Everything went tight in your body, and suddenly all you could think was how could you have let yourself get this far behind? You had to get to work.

Something bumped your leg. It was Anakin's hand. You hadn't even heard him come in.

"Everything okay?" Anakin asked, with that gentle smile that hadn't really left him since you'd made up.

You looked at him, the man who you kind-of-sort-of-definitely had feelings for, and you shot him a half-assed smile as you locked your phone.

"Yeah," you said, your voice tight as you put it away. But, for the rest of the night, even when he walked you home and kissed you in front of the building--in public--it echoed in the back of your mind.

54 days.

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*banging pots and pans together* WHO WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT FIRE GHOUL PUSSY?????

I made this post yesterday about fire ghoul pussy. People liked it, soooo I wrote something. This is unedited, uncut, and messy sooooo enjoy the filth!

Dew’s genitals are described using: tdick, clit, labia, cunt, cock

Swiss isn’t sure what to expect when Dew shyly invites him back to his room after his transition is complete. It’s understandable that Dew would be unfamiliar with his new anatomy after his elemental transition, but the new fire ghoul warns Swiss that he looks a lot different down there. Swiss doesn’t really care, he’s just happy to be able to give Dew a good dicking down.

Dew’s pants come off and he opens his legs. Swiss lays down on his belly to give his usual sloppy head and is greeted with… woah.

Dew’s tentacle is gone, replaced with a pretty tdick that makes Swiss’s mouth water. There are scales and ridges lining his outer labia that are smaller and softer than the ones lining his arms, legs, and tail. Swiss brushes his thumb over them, they���re slick from Dew’s arousal and feel somewhat like snake scales.

Swiss gently parts Dew’s folds and lets out a quiet chuckle. There are ridges, supple and the same dusky red as the head of his clit, along his inner labia, and they look like they continue inward.

“I know it looks weird-“ Dew starts, tail flicking nervously. Swiss digs his claws into Dew’s thigh with a small growl.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Swiss rumbles before diving mouth-first into the heaven between Dew’s thighs. He tastes different, more musky and smoky now but with a hint of that previous salty sea air. Swiss’s long tongue tongue unfurls and slides into Dew’s cunt, making Dew gasp and whine happily. His hands weave through Swiss’s locs and pull his face closer.

Swiss hums and flicks his tongue along Dew’s hot and drooling walls. There are ridges inside him now, Swiss realizes, and his dick twitches where it’s pressed between the bed and his stomach. He grinds against the bed slowly, not wanting to blow his load before he gets to fuck Dew.

“Oh- Belial- Swiss-“ Dew gasps. “Ohhhh, right there, yes, baby, fuck, suck my cock just like that, mmmmmh-“

It only takes a few more minutes before Dew tenses up and gushes onto Swiss’s face. Swiss swallows as much as he can before sitting upright with a satisfied grin. Dew’s panting, pretty lips parted and chest heaving, and he drags Swiss down for a kiss.

“Fuck me,” he begs Swiss, and the multighoul is happy to oblige. With the first slide of his cock into that delicious heat, Swiss lets out an embarrassing whimper. Unholy shit, Dew’s so warm inside and he’s got ridges. Dew clenches around him and Swiss sees stars. He ruts into the little fire ghoul like a desperate animal, curses, growls, Ghoulish words, and Dew’s name falling from his lips. Dew digs his claws into Swiss’s back and wraps his legs around his waist.

Swiss cums embarrassingly quickly. He can’t be blamed, he supposes. Dew is hot and silky and dripping and moaning so prettily he just can’t help it. He pulls out and shoots his load onto the little pudge of Dew’s tummy. Dew gives his tdick a few strokes and follows suit with a needy groan of Swiss’s name.

Swiss miiiight be addicted now >_<

[samicakes-exe]

May I ask when the Jeff fic is gonna get finished?🥺

Ahh! It's finally done and hopefully not too late! ♡♡♡ I hope you enjoy my first fic of 2023!!

ℍ𝔸𝕋𝔼𝔽𝕌ℂ𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕁𝔼𝔽𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕂𝕀𝕃𝕃𝔼ℝ ♡

warning: rough rough sex, BIG DEGRADATION STUFF, hair-pulling, it’s hate sex with a murderer sooooo, pain, fat-shaming??, you domming jeff???, use of feminine names and anatomy, unwanted cream pie, nipple biting and sucking, lot of biting, public kinda sex like you could get caught!, overall general nastiness, BARELY EDITED SMUT!

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: around 4k

ℚ𝕌𝕀ℂ𝕂 𝕃𝕀𝕃 𝔹𝕌𝕃𝕃𝔼𝕋 𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋-

Jeff is a little shit- You know it. I know it.

Sooooo He teases the absolute fuck out of you! when you two aren’t fucking or at least making out: he won’t let you hear the end of it-

“You hate me huh?” “You don’t seem to hate me slut.”

People at the mansion would never guess that you two hook up most nights- since both of you are at each other throats insulting each other for everything under the sun.

Something about the insults, the yelling and the hard grip he had on you made you wet. Made you quiver, made you want this man that you hated.

You hated this man but couldn’t truly express that while you were clawing up the counter tops, him behind you rutting into your needy cunt hard.

you both needed this release.

You still hated each other.

Y’all just needed this just this once!!your bodies took ahold of you! This would be the last night of it.

until you two did it again

and again

fine- maybe you liked it more than what you wanted to admit.

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ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠!! ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ��𝕞𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕣:

It was early morning in the mansion, and the sun was barely poking its head over the old windowsills; It provided enough light for you to creep through the sleeping house, the only sound was the sharp creaks of the aged wooden floor. The nerves made you walk slower and they didn't truly settle until the pads of your feet touched the almost ice-like tile of the kitchen.

The kitchen was darker than the rest of the house, it was completely devoid of the warm peeks of the sunrise due to the thick curtains. You placed your hand flat on the wall and blindly felt around for seemingly a minute while you stared into the void that was the kitchen currently. Past a certain pattern of bumps: The tip of your finger thumped into the thick light switch, and in a flash, the odd staring contest with the darkness ended.

You beelined straight for the fridge which looked worse for wear. Slenderman doesn't make any unnecessary purchases, it still worked good so why buy a prettier one. Sure, it was tough to get it open but a hefty push from your sleep-riddled arms was just enough for this morning.

The buzzing lightbulb in the fridge made you press your eyes tight together and squeezed the remaining sleep out of them. Once again you were back in the dark, giving your eyes time to adjust from the soft light of the peeking sun and the sickly dim yellow lights above to the now almost heavenly fridge light.

Lucky for you, It only took a second.

And there it was: All of the food in the house currently. The cabinets were pretty bare aside from cleaning products and dishes that weren't either in the dishwasher or being used as makeshift tupper-ware. Standing there and soaking up that light that once blinded you. There were a couple of items your eyes were flicking between; A neat plastic container that held some sort of pasta, a tin foiled-wrapped paper plate mystery, and an unwrapped probably stale mash potatoes from a leftover tv dinner. Absolutely none of it looked particularly appetizing but the grumbling in your stomach didn't at all care, but before you could reach for one of your choices for breakfast your appetite dropped.

"Getting a nice tan, fat-ass?"

The hunger subsided but your stomach filled with the same feeling it always had when you heard that nails on a chalkboard voice of his. Of course, Jeff had to be the only one awake just to spite you when you think the whole house is asleep. You clenched your teeth tight until you felt a slight whirring in your jaw, hopefully, he would fuck off if you didn't respond but that only seemed to spur him on more.

"What are you now, deaf? C'mon toots you know how to say good morning the right way," Jeff's voice still had the sleepiness rasp to it. "Don't ya?"

Honestly, if it wasn't for him being so annoying you would find it quite sexy.

"What's the proper way to say good morning then?" Your voice was also raspy, it was the first thing you said this morning. Too bad that you wasted it on Jeff.

Jeff liked the raspiness more than he would admit, it reminded him of how you tend to scratch up your throat during your guy's screaming matches and how much worse it would get when you were screaming for a different reason. The very thought of a possible fuck made him want to start poking those few buttons he knew.

"Not fucking ignoring me for starters," Jeff smirked against the already scarred smile, making it stretch more. "And giving me a big smile babe."

Your eyes rolled before you even looked back at Jeff. He was leaning against the door frame, his black plaid pajama pants were hanging low on his thin build. The white tank of his was tighter than what you would think, all of it revealed his belly and revealed your favorite part personally: That thick happy trail of his which led to your second favorite part.

You flashed him the most fake smile you could muster, lips stretching against your teeth with how grand you were making it, "Uh-huh."

He couldn't help but smile back before biting his lower lip, Jeff's eyes were glued to your stretched lips. He leaned in closer to you, watching how your lips twitched against the strain "Uh-huh~"

Just as fast as you put that smile on, it dropped into your resting face aside from your lips which were in a slight frown. "Like calling me a fat-ass is such a better way, bleach boy."

It was now his turn for his eyes to roll, "Real mature Toots."

"Oh shove it up your ass Jeff."

Annoyance aside, he was genuinely letting his semi speak for him, and the way you insulted him almost made his semi not a semi anymore. Still, he needed another screaming match to fully get into the mood; deep down, he knew that you needed it too.

"A better way to say good morning to me toots is by sucking my cock."

Your face was stuck in disbelief, your eyes flicked up and down his whole being. You were dumbfounded but when you saw a noticeable bulge in his pajama pants you immediately knew why he was saying this. You let disgust run all over your body, the only thing you wanted in you right now was food and even that was iffy since your appetite was draining by the second while you were with him.

"Really Jeff? As if I'll put that thing in my mouth- won't even reach past my gums." You sneered, looking away from him and towards the empty cabinets, a smirk came across your face.

Jeff rolled his eyes, annoyed but turned on even more now. He came closer to you, now standing in front of you. Towering over you even though he wasn't the tallest guy in the house but here, compared to you he was. He was currently taking up your side view, It made your breath hitched slightly, and the excitement rumbled in a ball in your chest, you felt it every time you breathe.

"You weren't saying that last time doll, you know that." Jeff's sleepiness rasp to his voice was actually sending tingles down your spine, just the excitement of getting into not actually an argument but a bickerment was enough to get over the hatred you had for this man, and get into the pure lust you had instead.

"Who got overwhelmed by my size? screaming about how big it was huh?" Jeff was still teasing you and seemingly his craved smile stretched even wider when he caught your cheeks starting to redden.

He only wants to continue this. wanting to see how red your cheeks would get.

"I saw how your little tummy bulged out when I was absolutely balls deep in you, Doll." Jeff couldn't help but smile more. Now his actual smile was now mocking his carved one.

You couldn't stop the blood rushing to your cheeks causing them to mimick the color now. The redder they got the cockier Jeff got. His ego was inflating and he wouldn't stop until you were naked and squirming underneath him.

"Shut up Jeff. I swear." You murmured, barely able to get it out of your mouth. You swear that the heat from your cheeks was getting in the way of talking, Jeff picked up on this as well and it only pushed him to keep teasing you.

"Come on now can't defend yourself now? Come onnn call me stupid or something sweetface."

Before you could even get a word out he continued.

"See absolutely speechless because of me teasing you? Wow, would never thought that I would see the day that Y/N didn't have anything to say."

He looks proud of himself but a better word for it would be cocky, you thought. He kept going on about his small victory and soon his words snuffed the heat right out of your cheeks. You needed to shut him up somehow before his cockiness also snuffed out your lust. Thankfully, you had just the idea.

You pushed him into the wall, cutting him off in the midst of another boast. You looked up at him with a devilish smirk as you gently pulled up his white tank revealing his lean but toned body, and that happy trail as well. When the shock subsided he immediately got the hint, smirking down at you, while his eyes watched you carefully.

Your hand slid down his pajama pants feeling that same semi he had while you were insulting him. Now you could feel the effect that you always knew you had on him. You, almost at a painstaking pace started to rub his cock. as you started to kiss all over his chest. Sloppy wet kisses, leaving a trail of slight purple bruises as the blood rose to his snow-white skin.

He could only groan softly, keeping his voice hushed because y'all were next to the kitchen door: He couldn't let anyone see him like this, pinned up against the wall, shirt pushed up his chest and you teasing him. He couldn't be seen especially with you. His pride wouldn't possibly let the entire mansion or a single person know that he could stand for a second or even a quick fuck.

The kisses got meaner with time, now biting into his surprisingly soft skin which made it a lot harder for him to conceal his moans and groans.

"Fuck.. Doll." He whined which made you smile against his ribcage. The noise was delicious, and you didn't expect that you would get that from Jeff of all people.

A soft giggle left your lips and was muffled by the bruised flesh currently in your teeth. Your hand that rubbed his semi-to-a-full erection paused its movements as you got an idea that would be rather fun to execute and hopefully get another delicious whine from him.

Your lips left his ribcage and your teeth left their marks in the now red-purple love bruise. Your lips made a trail of now soft and sweet kisses up his chest. No one could tell that you hated this man with how soft you were being in this moment.

You paused when your mouth hovered over his right nipple. Your eyes flicked up to meet his and he looked mostly confused why you stopped kissing him. He liked it despite how rough you were. Little did he know what you had in mind.

"Doll- what are yo-"

You cut him off but wrapped your pretty lips around his nipple and gently sucked on it like he had done to you during past hookups. You ever so slightly let your tongue graze again the hardening pebble.

Pitiful groans came from Jeff's mouth, he was shocked that he could muster up these sounds.

With a wet plop, you stopped sucking, leaving Jeff to scramble to catch his breath and thoughts. When he looked like he had a smidge of it back, you had your two front teeth and bottom teeth around the now reddish pink bud, the color similar to your blush from earlier.

A groan that ended off with a high pitch whine when you started to roll the bud in between your teeth, wriggling your tongue on the top part.

"Fuuuck Duh-Duh... Doll."

That free hand of yours had a similar mind as it went up to his lone nipple gently flicking it and pinching it.

Jeff was a blushing mess, happy that your view was only on his chest cause he would have hated to see your reaction to him like this.

You didn't stop until his right nipple was bright red and slightly puffy.

Jeff reached for your face which had some drool pouring out of your mouth and onto his chest. He absolutely didn't care, pulling you up to his height by your face so he could roughly make out with you. His scarred skin rubbed against yours, tounges smashed together and so did moans. Accidentally bumping teeth when either of you got a little too excited.

You struggled some with the height difference and the way you felt like you were just held up by your neck, so during the make-out, you climbed him like the bean pole he was. He easily helped you: his hands grabbing massive greedy heaps of your thighs, squeezing it hard to start making his own marks on your body.

Drool seeped out from the corners of y'alls mouths.

Finally, he pulled away so your lungs could take gulps of air. He moved to your neck where your pulse was beating the strongest and started biting and sucking: His hands moved to one of his personal favorite body parts of yours: your ass. His hands which looked to be made for piano left imprints.

Your moans filled the kitchen now and weren't the least bit quiet: fuelling him to carry you to the old island in the middle of the kitchen and plopped your bruised ass on the yellowed marble counter.

His greedy mouth traveled down your chest leaving wide 'O' shaped burst blood vessels. You felt your body warming up, you couldn't see all too well, blinded by lust. All that mattered was taking this man in every way y'all saw fit.

Jeff ripped open your shirt, sloppily sucking on your breasts in any way they could fit in his mouth. he didn't care what part he just wanted to suck on them and also for them to be marked since you did one hell of a job on his chest.

"Jefff fuuuck~"

"Now you're moaning my name toots." He said his voice muffled by your marked flesh still halfway in his mouth. "Good." He huffed, his mouth now going lower.

He left a couple marks on your tummy, didn't want to spend too much time there but didn't want to leave it bare. He couldn't wait. He wanted to taste you. To swirl his tongue around in your insides. quite hastily he pulled your underwear down to around your ankles and threw your legs over his shoulders: making you lay your warm naked back against the cold marble which made your nipples hard and that caught his attention.

He flicked his eyes back up to your breasts, taking in the sight before he reached out and grabbed them roughly leaving the same hand-shaped imprints.

His eyes looked wild as ever. the pupil constricted into a pin-point like a parrot who just learned how to say "fuck". Those wild eyes traced your body from your tits down to your pussy, pretty and glistening from all the excitement and fun y'all had earlier. He reached down, gently taking his index finger and rubbing the slit of your cunt. From how he grabbed you earlier you weren't expecting this. How he so delicately touched you as if you were a brittle piece of bone, threatening to snap

You greedily tried to move your hips, trying to push yourself against his hand so you could feel more. The red flush on your face now was out of frustration since he In perfect timing moved his hand so you just missed his fingers by a hair.

"Nuh uh uh toots. Not yet." He said through gritted teeth as if he was straining to hold even himself back from completely devouring you. "I wanna hear something?"

"What Jeff? Whaaat" You whined, now sitting up half-assed.

"Beg."

"I am not-"

"Shut up Doll: You did it before."

"Im not doing it this ti-"

You were cut off by a long moan erupting from your mouth one of Jeff's long fingers slid up inside you, bottoming out easily. the beginning of his palm right against your clit. You were knocked back on your back, legs naturally spreading open for this man which pulled him in closer due to your panties still being around your ankles.

"Please Jeff."

Jeff stood above you, jaw unclenched as now he worked his hand shoving his ring finger in to join his middle one.

"That's all you had to say bitch.. GOD, you're so hot like this." He groaned, pulling back as he lowered himself to be in direct line of sight of your pussy. He moved his hand so his palm wasn't covering your now swollen clit, His natural smile was now ear to ear before he leaned over and started to suck lightly on your clit which sent your hips into wild motions so wild in fact that he had to reach up with his free hand and firmly press it against your belly to keep you still enough while he tasted you.

He worked his fingers into you hard but slow, thrusting into you as if he was fucking you with his cock, his tongue flicking around your clit. he changed his thrusts to the scissoring motion when he noticed you tightening up on him, your pussy throbbing wildly, your moans pleads, and whimpers all in his ears.

He moaned along with you, seemingly getting off to see you getting off. Strangely, you twos emotions were always tied together.

Maybe it was from all practice he had but he genuinely felt you were close, it must've been muscle memory.

His fingers worked rough, sloppily thrusting into you with no real timing or pacing. His tongue and mouth got sloppier and so did his hold on you which meant you could buck all you wanted. You squeezed tighter on his fingers genuinely feeling a big knot in your stomach, only tightening more and more with how more messy Jeff has gotten.

His mouth trailed off, his tongue joining his fingers in your hole while his other hand's fingers rubbed your clit, flicking it back and forth between his index and middle finger.

The muscles in your legs twitched and generally shake as if that would help you hold in the need to come undone under jeff's talented hands and mouth.

The knot only swelled and so did the upcoming scream in your throat. In time, you clasp your hand over your mouth muffling the guttural scream the best you can.

You came and came hard, juices gushing out of your hole and onto Jeff's fingers and waiting mouth. He looked up at you, your whole body flushed a rosy pink. Your mouth agape taking in greedy breaths, boobs bouncing slightly from your chest moving.

"Jesus toots almost drowned me." He grinned, at how annoyed you looked. He straightened up, his chin still dripping with your fluids, he stuck his fingers into your hanging mouth.

"Suck." He ordered, eyes lowering but the smile was still the same.

You closed your mouth around his fingers and gave it gentle sucks, savoring the taste of yourself much to the enjoyment of Jeff. his eyes sparkled when you kept sucking even when he tried to pull them out.

He pulled you by your hips closer to him, his pajama pants barely able to hang on. He barely pulled them down, just enough so that he could take out his cock.

"I know you been wanting this~"

"Shut up Jeff."

"What am I wrong toots?"

"Ye-" A loud moan interrupted you when he shoved himself into your needy cunt, gladly sucking in all of his length.

He joined your choir of moans as being in your tight pussy was enough for his knees almost to buckle. He was hunched over you, god he could swear to a priest that this pussy was the closest thing to heaven he has ever known. He gave only shallow thrusts which were enough for you both to shudder and whine. You from being overly sensitive and him from just edging himself.

"Fuck toots- god!"

He thrust into you hard one time and you both saw stars. Jeff was hunched over you like a lion eating its's meal, his hands found a way towards your hair and pulled it backward, making you stay in an arch position. He gave you more brutal thrusts, knocking every damn thought out of ya.

"Cant fucking think huh doll?" Jeff mocked you for the glazed-over look you had in your eyes. Your tongue hanging out like a puppy-dog.

"Fuck you." your tongue found it's way back into your mouth and hurled that at him.

"You're already doing that sweetheart~" He cooed looking down at your pretty face, which know had more of a glare on it then lust.

He kept the same deep pace with you, looking intently into your eyes.

"Fu-fuck you jeff! I hate you!"

Your pussy squeezed around him almost like it was milking him. His thrusts only grew rougher as his smile grew wider.

"hate me huh? Dont hate me enough not to fuck me~ God you're such a stupid little slut."

The way he was bottoming you out on repeat was making you stammer on your words. "Shut shut shut up-"

"Or else what bitch? Am I the only guy you fuck in the house or just the one that does it the best?'

His index and middle finger went to rub your clit. pressing harder down on it. You couldn't help but to buck your hips again. The knot in your belly finding the loose strings and tying itself up again.

"Jesus christ Jeffery- You're such a fucking asshole- Can't even- make me cum again." You said through gritted teeth, the way you had to suppress moans just to say that drove you insane. And deep down you knew that he was gonna make you cum again by how the knot was quickly tightening up.

"Oh? I can't, news to me bitch." He slow down but still trusted into you hard enough for you not to complain. His hand went off of your clit and onto your belly pressing down on it. He could feel his own cock going in and out.

His other hand loosens up on your hair, allowing you to move a little and you did, propping yourself up on your elbows, looking him right in his cocky face.

"fuck smiles-" You moaned and he laughed.

Your hand went and grabbed his hair pulling him to your lips. The smart way of shutting him up, can't brag if he's busy swirling tongues.

The kiss was hot and heavy and soon you both got sloppier. Jeff with his thrusts and tongue and you with your tongue.

your facades both fell apart and you two wildly fucked into each other. Not thinking about the rivalry, the other people living here, nothing at all but getting each other off.

The knot was unbearabley tight, your thighs twitching like mad around his waist, squeezing him a little tighter. Jeff pushed you flat on your back, now chest to chest with your tongues still locked together. Moans seeping out in between the little breaks in the kiss. You pulled away to fully let out a louder moan and you could feel jeff's hot breaths against your cheek. He smelled of you.

"Jeff... I'm gonna cum."

"Fuck me too."

Jeff got sloppier like how he did when he was fingering you. No rhythm or pacing to it, fucking into you rough. Whatever felt good to him he just did it. Rocking his hips into you at a brutal pace. He lifted himself off of your chest, his hands taking greedy handfuls of your thighs and squeezing hard, matching the brutal way he was fucking you. He was holding you as if you would run away but you did quite the opposite, fucking yourself back against him when he wasn't pulling you against his thrusts.

When you did have your eyes open, you caught glimpses of him staring at you with such an intensity it made your pussy throb. His jaw clenched, eyes crazy but scanning your whole body drinking the view in.

It felt like hours going on like this but a couple more thrusts made you cum, your body seized up, tightening your pussy around him before just gushing all over his pelvis, thoroughly soaking his pajama pants that were loosely hanging around his thighs. Seeing you being sent over the edge was what he needed to come undone, with one last thrust he filled you up to the brim, his legs shaking as he dumped every last drop into you.

He then slouched and laid on your chest, his face resting in the nook of your neck. You both lay there, breathing heavily but in sync. Somehow your hands found their way to his back, your finger drawing invisible circles on his shoulder blade.

When both of ya'lls breathing stopped resembling that of an asthmatic kid who just got done running the mile, Jeff picked his head up. A gentle smile against his carved one.

"i'll make us breakfast, toots."

[imyourbratzdoll]

Sooooo it might be a little weird but I was thinking about Rick dressing up as Santa for the children in Alexandria...(I blame his beautiful white beard for that idea 👉🏼👈🏼💗) He would be really good in his role and the readers heart is melting while watching him interacting with them 🙈💗

At home, Rick is taking his costume off and one leads to another....I believe you will have a wonderful idea how and why but please please let Rick spank the reader for being a bad girl (oke I'm getting hot rn hihi) and the reader is like: I wanna be a good girl for you.... (I hope it's not confusing but I'm getting carried away with the idea 👉🏼👈🏼💕)

I might have a little praise kink hihi 💗💗💗💗

Love you sweetie 💗💗💗

hey honey! I'm so sorry for taking so long to complete this, I did try around Christmas! I hope you like it, love you!

summary - rick dresses as santa, and it turns you on to no end.

warning - smut, spanking, swearing, creampie, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You didn’t think Rick could get any more amazing, but watching him all decked out in a Santa costume and asking the kids that lined up what they wanted for Christmas made your heart skip a beat. The men in the group had decided that whatever the kids asked for, they’d search high and low for what they wanted. You smiled as your eyes connected with Rick’s, giggling as he gestured you over, the line of kids slowly diminishing. 

You walk over seductively, biting your lip as you feel giddy inside. You bat your eyes bashfully as you stand before Rick, rocking back and forth with your hands behind your back. “Hi, Santa…” 

“Hello, pretty girl. Why don’t you come sit on my lap?” Rick pats his thigh and smiles when you sit there. You feel yourself throb as you feel his body against yours. Even in the apocalypse, this man smells fantastic. “Now, what would you like for Christmas?” You pretend to think, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. His hands rest on your hips, and your core clenches and unclenches around nothing from his grip. 

You rest your hands on his chest, chewing on your bottom lip. “Hmm… I would like to be Santa’s good little girl for Christmas.” You giggle at his shocked look, and you quickly get up and take off running to your house, picking up the pace when you hear him close behind. You throw the door open and squeal when you are grabbed and pushed against a wall. 

“That wasn’t very good of you, darlin’. You need to be punished for being such a bad girl.” Rick growls into your ear. His large hand begins to land on your cheeks, and the slaps echo in the empty house, followed by your moans. “Are you going to be a good girl for Santa or continue to be bad?” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hand spanks your dripping cunt, catching your swollen clit with each slap. “My bad girl is so wet.” 

You whine, shaking your head as fat tears build in your eyes. “N–not bad! Wanna be good for you!” You are so lost in your head that you don’t notice Rick taking his throbbing cock out of his red pants and lining it up with your entrance. “F–fuck…” You were lucky you had decided to wear a dress today. Your fingers curled and clawed, trying to grip the wall. “Rick, so full!” You gasp as he pulls your hips closer, grabbing them as he pounds deep into you. 

Rick leans closer, whispering into your ear. His raspy voice sends tingles through your body. “Are you going to my good girl, baby? You feel so good around me, so perfect around me.” His member slides in and out of you, hitting your sweet spot, causing your walls to suck him deeper, pulsating around him. “You feel so good, darlin’. My perfect girl.” 

You whimper, your head falls back and rests against him as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you cum. Feeling every vein and throb of his cock, you feel like you are floating. Rick pummels himself deeper into you. Grunts and groans escape him, his balls tighten, and he twitches wildly before releasing thick ropes of cum into you. “Good girl.” He leans forward and kisses the back of your head.

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[cyber-skeletons]

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6 + 9 + 5 for megatron, 1 + 10 for Optimus, and/or 13 + 4 for both:333

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HI FRIEND!!!!!! Once more you have come to bless us with asks I see <333 Sooooo sorry for how late this is, things got busy and stayed busy

Megatron:

6) Something they lost, but would love to have back

My god. I've seen some HEAVY answers to this one and I love toying around with those, but as for what I actually believe in:

Terminus.

9) What calms them when they are upset. 

When she's angry and frustrated, she likes to destroy things. Sometimes those things are people. As for sadness and fear, I'm running away with my age regression headcannon again and saying that she likes to hide under a weighted blanket and listen to a safe, trusted love one's spark pulse as they rock her. If there's no one she considers safe, she'll play an audio file of some random spark pulse and pretend someone loves her.

5) A cherished personal belonging. 

During the war, she tried to keep no sentimental belongings ("no attachments"), but after, when she's in recovery, she holds onto the first thing given to her as a genuine act of kindness and belief in her goodness. (In IDW, a Rodimus Star; in Earthspark, a "live laugh love" framed photo of her and Dot; etc.)

Optimus:

1) Something this character is truly proud of.

Can it be someone? Because my first thought was "Bumblebee." Yes I'm on the "Dadtimus" hype train, but more than just the simple cuteness I genuinely think Optimus's pride manifests in the lives he manages to guide and protect for the better

10) How they deal with pain. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you just had to hit me with this didn't you. damn. well. The answer is that he ignores it. Optimus is the #1 target of Ratchet's wrath when he comes in with three rust infections and a completely stripped joint because he played the "I'm fine, tend to others first" game for too long. It's to the point of self harm. And mental pain???????? OH, BUDDY. He just meditates on the Matrix until he loses his sense of self and slips into a state of dissociation so deep that he can function again. Sometimes he implodes and has a 2-hour meltdown in his quarters and then he just starts the buildup all over again.

Both:

13) What kind of parent they would be. 

Crying weeping foaming at the mouth clawing at the walls shaking like a little dog. Them as parents is. everythign 2 me

Anyway, Megatron is a hot mess. He oscillates wildly between being the "fun dad" and the helicopter parent. Always obsessed with knowing exactly where they are at any given moment, if their surroundings are safe, if he can trust other mechs to so much as look at them... the moment that sparkling emerges, he's unlocked an entirely new level of PTSD. Also, because he grew up with "wire mother" instead of "cloth mother," he's VERY screwed in the head and doesn't know how to give affection at first. He shows his love through acts of service and protection until he finally adjusts enough to hug and cuddle. When their sparkling becomes a teen, that's when he really hits his stride. He handles the rebellious streak and the angst with an almost supernatural grace and shocking empathy and patience.

Optimus meanwhile is a tempering, nurturing force right out of the gate. He is the Snugglemaster, always willing to provide praise and affirmations. However, he is also just as paranoid as Megatron about their safety and is also a helicopter parent. That sparkling is 2000% homeschooled and has next to NO privacy. He absolutely gets cornered by the likes of Elita and Bumblebee staging an intervention that he's going to crush his bitlet if he doesn't open up that iron grasp, and that Megatron needs a counterweight. After that, Optimus absolutely earns those "#1 Dad" mugs, and even gets Megatron to chill tf out. It's the teenage years he has to watch out for. He struggles adjusting to his sparkling's new interests and struggles and he tries but man... it takes him a long time to break out of seeing his little one with Permababy Syndrome.

4) What they would do if they had one month to live. 

Megatron is no holds barred fighting it with all her might. She'll spend the entire month searching for a cure or a solution, she'll struggle and rage and defy it every step of the way, even if it means leaving her loved ones in a time of peace. She will never go gently into that good night. It is her nature to rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Optimus, if he's not going "finally," then he's using that time to give as much closure to others as he can. Making happy memories with loved ones, tying loose ends, building things. He's already written like three separate speeches for this day, a la "when I am gone, do not lament my absence" and "when you look up at the stars, think of one of them as my spark."

[i-t-guy-in-the-sky]

My wife has joined an online book club, and they only ever seem to read what she terms "spicy books". I have no problem with this, but it does make for some interesting conversations...

Lady #1, reading aloud: "His fingers wrapped around my throat as he pinned me to the wall, his muscular biceps flexing with his every subtle movement.

'You have two choices, you can suck it up, stick to your training and actually stand a chance of winning this fight, or you can die. What's it going to be?'

I licked my lips, his eyes following the movement. I saw his adam's apple bob as he swallowed, the cords of his neck standing to attention.

I swallowed too, his fingers around my neck making the action harder.

'I choose to fight,' I answered.

He smiled then, his fingers releasing their vice like grip. His arm shifted so he could lean in closer, his lips brushing mine as he whispered, 'Good girl.'

Lady #2, groans loudly: God, that's so hot.

Lady #3: I know, that's my favourite part.

Lady #4: I swear, men like him make me feral. Don't you agree, Sel?

Sel: Huh? Oh yeah, totally feral.

Me, looks up from my phone and raises one eyebrow:

Sel, continuing without missing a beat: I'm talking hissing, spitting, clawing, feral. Because if anyone ever touched me like that then had the audacity to call me a good girl-

Me, grinning to myself:

Sel: - he'd better make sure he was up to date on his tetanus shots.

Me, thinks about it for all of a second before every self preservation instinct I possess flies out the window: Good Gi-

Sel, points the finger of death at me: If you value your nuts you'd better stop right there.

Me, blows her a kiss: Whatever you say, my love.

Lady #1, clears her throat: Erm... Yes... Sooooo, what did we think of the world building?

@selene-tempest

[canonically47]

review pls

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP YUL HAD HIS ASS HANDED TO HIM AND WE GOT JAJAMES IN THE FINALE. ONC DO NOT FUCK THIS UP FOR ME.

DCAS ep 19 - review

spoilers !!!! (but you knew that.)

tom saying jake sees the best in people was so fucking funny i'm sorry like we both know He Does Not. even the line was like 'despite his anxieties he..' baby ur literally saying 'despite not seeing the best in people he really does see the best in people' you are so fucking stupid

side note tom is actually an idiot, unironically. not haha himbo idiot just an actual fucking idiot. how is he 30. how is he a fan favorite. HOW IS TOMJAKE A FAN FAVORITE SHIP nonono im not talking about this rn im NOT (claws at my enclosure)

ugh i forgot tomjake is like. a thing. and not a very bad made-up fanon ship. and they're giving them a spin-off. for a sec i allowed myself to exist in a world where ONC made good writing decisions. what a world it was

james being jake's biggest hater was amazing. almost unleashed my inner jake hater. there is still time though, trust

kinda sad to see huntess not hang out with anyone but each other. i was waiting on tess interacting with gabellie or something

on the bright side, GRETT HAVING A MOMENT WITH GABELLIE??? HELLOOOOOOOOO?????? CAN YALL HEAR ME???????????????

gabgrellie save me.... save me gabgrellie............

speaking of ellie she looked so off the entire episode. why did her eyes move like that. am i crazy. she looked so ugly

oh my fucking god they fucking burnt yul's face. that's crazy. grett the woman that you are <333 i might actually draw the prick because he looks cool now

i am also sooooooo glad they're not giving him a half-assed redemption arc. they know he sucks ass. at least we have that

krystal saying "that's the good shit" was the most embarrassing thing ever in fact her entire part before dinner was embarrassing. why did she keep. doing that and saying that. girl why are you interrupting the moment you want to get on camera are you an idiot

also she fell victim to the inconsistency bc tell me why she was bitching and moaning the entire season about 'those that really matter' and being all lpvey dovey about her friends but then derek is like 'trevor :)' and she goes 'why arent u professional' girl.

and derek. man. we all know youre lying genuinely fuck you. 'he matters to me' GIRLLL WHEEENNNNNNNNNNN HAVE YOU SHOWN THAT 😭😭😭

FIORE AND ALEC!!! ALEC SCOWLING THEN LOOKING AT FIORE AND INSTANTLY SMILING!!! HIM PROTECTING HER FROM YUL!!! HIM COVERING HER EYES WHEN YUL GOT BURNED!!! TH!!! THE!!!!!!! THE FATHER-DAUGHTER DUO EVERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭

now allow me to be even more not normal

JAJAMES CRUMBS 🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥 JAMES IS HELPING JAKE IN THE FINALE EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP HERE IS HOW JAJAKEDEN NATION CAN STILL WIN- [gets shot] [gets shot] [gets shot] [gets s

please god PLEASE LET THEM BECOME FRIENDS because if they do i will actually write DSVC fic about jajakeden getting together. i made a promise to myself to never write DSVC fic but if they become friends. i will be so. fucking. annoying.

JAJAMES PLEASE BECOME FRIENDS PLEASEEEEEEE PLEASE 😭😭😭

sooooo glad fiore not only did not pick riya but also GAVE HER THE DISADVANTAGE. JAKE FANS HERE IS HOW WE CAN STILL WIN

why did they bring emily back just to make her a bitch.

JAJAMES PLEEEEEAAAAAASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭

there are many things wrong with this ep (like derek existing, and also his lines, and also yul existing,,, and the stuff ive pointed out) but its ONC. i'll throw them a bone ig. i'm okay with what we got, it obviously wasn't a masterpiece and it felt fanservice-y in parts (yk that one post or ask or whatever that says season 1 & 2 DSVC was a show a fandom was built off, but season 3 is a show built off the fandom? yea some scenes reminded me of that. coigh cough krystal mildly breaking the fourth wall.) but i'm glad connor only got like 2 seconds of screentime, fiore and alec got along, and the jajames crumbs oh my.. <3

overall, an 8/10 and if my memory isn't failing me this is probably the best rating since ep 13?? but yea it was a good episode i'm fine with it. im surprised they didnt ruin.everything. bc yk its ONC. so yea!!! yay yippee yay!

i am so glad there are only 2 episodes left . istg if i watch the spin offs or new seasons i need yall to shoot me. and remember how i was talking some time ago about rewatching the entire show after DCAS came out fully? yea no. not doing that. when episode 21 comes out i will be cheering because i will finally put DSVC behind me. i fucking hate this show WE ARE ALMOST FREE!!!!!!!!! CHEERING

[stormyoceans]

I can't stop listening to the opening of FNoL. It's such an incredible song! I can't remember the last time I didn't skip the opening credits. Those moles on Neil's face! his pleasant voice! (Charles, damn it why don't you sing in all your series!) Xiao Hai's sweet encouraging smile! Their bickering over coffee! Ooooo I'm sooo drowned in this show! But 20 minutes Carl!!!!! Monica thank you for telling me about this series. I feel such an unprecedented surge of love inside me💜🎉

THE WAY I WAS SO SURPRISED AND EXCITED TO GET A FIRST NOTE OF LOVE MESSAGE THAT I BUMPED MY KNEE INTO MY DESK AND ACTUALLY SAW THE PROVERBIAL STARS FSDHFKJDGSFJGSDJ WORTH IT TBH

BUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM SOOOOO HAPPY YOU STARTED THE SHOW AND THAT YOU’RE LIKING IT ANON!!!!!!!!!!

i could not agree with you more about the opening song, it’s just SO GOOD, but to be fair im so in love with the entire soundtrack of this show, i’ve had it on repeat for a whole week and i still haven’t gotten tired of it!!!!! the song neil sings the very first time he meets xiao hai as a kid is probably my favorite rn, just because i ADORE charles’ voice and that scene in episode 2 with the juxtaposition of neil and xiao hai playing it (LITERALLY GAVE ME GOOSEBUMPS), but again, all the songs are amazing and i think you really can tell that they took a lot of care in making the music for the series. the other night i actually watched this small featurette about it and i love that they worked so hard on the physicality of the actors while they sing and play the instruments too!!!!!!

the funniest thing is. i honestly still have no idea why this series got me so badly, especially since i have a very complicated relationship with taiwanese BLs and im not particularly into age gaps, but for some reason the dynamic between neil and xiao hai just works SO MUCH for me!!!!!! and im once again reminded how subjective chemistry is because i’ve seen a lot of comments saying that charles and michael don’t really have it, or that they have only a platonic kind of chemistry, meanwhile im sitting here clawing at the curtains and climbing the walls of my apartment every time they look at each other because michael as xiao hai has these moments where he’s giving such ‘you were my sexual awakening and i haven’t had a single chaste thought about you since forever’ energies when he’s around neil, meanwhile charles has clearly gone to the jimmy jitaraphol’s school of looking at your co-star with a love so all consuming and full of adoration and a devotion so palpable and plain to see it drives people to the brink of suicide (IT’S ME IM PEOPLE)

and much to my embarrassment i could actually go on rambling about this show for a few more hours but im shutting up rn because this already got way too long ;;;;;;;; BUT YEAH THE EPISODES BEING SO SHORT REALLY IS THE ONLY NEGATIVE THING ABOUT IT (i wanted to watch episode 5 on company's time but I NEED TO MAKE THOSE 20 MINUTES LAST)

HOPING AND PRAYING AND MANIFESTING IT WILL KEEP BEING THIS GOOD UNTIL THE END

[chaoticaren]

Daemon Ravus X Reader HCs

(This is my first time writing HCs so cut me some slack)

He's big. Literally. The in game bestiary said nine foot four so I'm going to work with that

Basically just a giant goop covered cat

I feel like he'd purr if you pet his head idk maybe I'm just fantasizing too much I'm lonely ok

Doesn't fit in a regular bathtub or shower. You have to wash him in a car wash. Just saying

Does not take any shit

Will not take any shit

And will shut that shit down (congrats if you got the reference)

I feel like if you made him food and he didn't like it he'd do the idiot sandwich thing but he'd just stare at you and breathe heavily

Would eat a potato raw. No hesitation. But he WILL glare at you the whole time.

He's like a street dog. If you're in a verse or something with other daemons he regularly sneaks out and beats the shit out of all of them and comes home looking all smug.

Expanding on the point above, y'know the swords of iron or red giants in game? How big they are? Yeah he brought one home for you once and now it sits on the wall above his bed like a trophy

Speaking of his bed, king size with several things making it bigger. Like tables the same height at the ends to fit his legs. He is not fitting on a normal bed let me tell you

Don't take his food away from him. Even if it's not food. He will tear your arm off. Or just bite you. He likes biting.

He ate a microwave once. I feel like he'd do that just out of spite

Saw a picture of Noctis on the ground. Proceeded to bite it, tear it to shreds, run it over with your lawnmower, run it over with your car, piss on the pieces, and give the pieces to the birds living in a nearby tree. The birds thought they were worms and ate them and died

Are you struggling to open jars? Ask Ravus to help open them! He'll smash them into pieces and then look at you like you're the one who did it wrong!

If you have a pet Ravus can and will pick a fight with them and promptly lose

Likes to lay in the most inconvenient places and stare up at you like it's your fault.

Managed to lay on the ceiling once. Not clear how.

You know the scene in the first Avengers movie where the Hulk beats the shit out of Loki and slams him around and it's funny for no reason? That's Ravus right there

Alright alright let's get into the actual X Reader stuff right here

Oh

God

Let me tell you something

He likes to hold you and it's amazing because he's so big

It's weird because he's breathing like Darth Vader with autotune in your ear but he's so WARM

Cold? Cuddle with Ravus

Angry? You can hit Ravus all you want and let me tell you something he has 250,000 HP in game you are not hurting him at all he doesn't care

Intruder in the house? Cue Ravus falling down the stairs to go and kill them and their whole bloodline

He's like a dog honestly

He will randomly pick you up and carry you around everywhere whether you want it or not

Got stuck in a washing machine once. Will growl if you bring it up.

He likes to cut food with his sword. He gives you a funny look if you throw it out. But it's not safe to eat because it's covered in whatever kind of goop Ravus is covered in sooooo

NSFW time

Good luck taking him in bed. That dick is as big as you are.

Okay, not that big. It's like...

...

...

...

... 11 inches? We'll say 11 for now because a foot long is just a bit much but I feel like 10 doesn't give him justice

Prefers doggy or missionary or mating press. Something along those lines

Must be on top or he'll crumble into ashes

Prepare for extremely rough sex, because that's all he does

Are you a masochist? No? You are now

Claws you up, but only a little. He doesn't want to hurt you but damn those claws are a bit much

Speaking of his claws he lets you put nail polish on them but only sometimes

BUT THATS NOT THE POINT

When it's all done, you'll find claw marks everywhere. The ceiling, the floor, rooms you weren't even in all day, the neighbors house....

Places that don't make sense. It's not clear how they got there.

For aftercare let me tell you something

Great back scratcher

Will cuddle up to you

But if you both need to be cleaned you're both sitting in front of the sprinkler. Deal with it

That took twenty minutes to write but that was so fun. Holy shit. Ten notes and I'll do this for other characters (Current ideas are daemon Loqi, modern Ravus, daemon Luna, daemon Luna and Ravus, ect ect blah blah blah give me ideas and I'll feed you)

[j2zara]

ELLIE LADY MACBETH-ING IT UP.....sorry i have now been struck with the Thoughts of lj3 going full macbeth power couple to try and escape their circumstances. i feel feverish. that's SO GOOD janelle. god. fuck. let them have their furtive meetings and their whispered conspiracies and their ocean of history and their deep deep attraction and love and their clashing of tactics and their arguing about methods and their ride-or-die commitment to each other. i LOVE THAT.

LISTEN I know LJ3 going full macbeth power couple to escape LSOP is a long shot i know its wish fulfillment b/c there's never any winning the torment nexus but i also just think it would be so so so so so good. Like the role reversal and the change in their approaches would just be so compelling. At least to me flkewjfa. It's very "i have built a you within me" because like. I joke a lot that like. They would kinda take on each other in LSOP. J3 would go from passive recipient to like. actively hostile. He's always been reckless but this is the most extreme. J4's always going to fight, and she's exhausted ALL her options, so her last resort is to do the macbeth "look like th' innocent flower, but be the serpent under't" option. She's tried violence and it doesn't work! Not here! It takes her drive and clarity to i think get J3 to focus instead of just clawing at the walls to feel anything.

But also. J3 can't make it on his own. J4 can't make in her own, but if they worked TOGETHER... Like. J3 doesn't have the pull on Porter—he's disposable, he always has been. If he could do it himself, he would, and not even because he's selfish but just b/c its not something he would ever wish upon Ellie. But J4 doesn't have the tact. J4 has to learn how to smooth talk and manipulate.

And like. Its SOOOOO our blessed LJ3 vs. Their barbarous Jaceporter b/c like. They're trying to escape the torment nexus and in doing so they can never escape the second level of the torment nexus which is BECOMING the torment nexus! J3 submitting himself to be Ellie's second, devoting himself to what is essentially her ascension. Are they equals in this, husband and wife, or has he become the subordinate.

And how does J3 feel about it. Is he ready to support J4 because this is what she wants. Completely and utterly devoted. Maybe he would do anything for her. Believes that she can do this. She can do anything. She deserves this. She is Ellie after all. She's the only person who could do this, who could be worthy of this. Or maybe he has reservations. Maybe he's scared for her. Scared this could go horribly sideways and then he's alone. If it was up to him, could they be a version of Orpheus and Eurydice that can't make it out of the underworld but could build a life together on the stairs?

What would their life even look like if they got what they wanted for her. But also. The one who wants to ascend CAN'T do it alone. Porter always needed a spellcaster. J4 needs j3 to do this. Jace helps Porter seduce Ankarna, J3 helps Ellie seduce Porter. (I could be so good for you. I understand you. I am ready to revere you.)

We have to believe they can make it out of the torment nexus! Even if we know how it goes! We will sing it again and again and again!

[strangesmallbard]

and like. this is my favorite part of cersei’s character in affc. it’s genuinely compelling for motherly love make cersei worse, especially since western literature often posits motherhood as redemptive. in westerosi society, a noblewoman derives power from her sons, with her daughters used to bargain for more power via alliances.

in this context, grrm’s characterization makes perfect sense. cersei craves power; she loves her children insofar as they are conduits for that power. she loves joffrey because he’s strong (exemplifies patriarchal violence) and just as power-hungry (revels in being king), while resenting tommen because he’s gentler by comparison. she barely spares myrcella a thought except to mourn her good looks—another form of currency for noblewomen, albeit double-sided.

d&d characterizes motherhood for show!cersei as a source of internal conflict. cersei’s love for them is portrayed as a weakness others can exploit; it’s also the one source of “goodness” in her. after myrcella dies, cersei laments that myrcella was always better (kinder, more generous, etc) than her. she seems to loathe herself for prioritizing power. one could posit that myrcella’s death was a punishment for cersei; ultimately, she loses her children because she doesn’t choose them.

this is sooooo different from book!cersei it makes me claw at the walls lmao. book!cersei will lose her children because she’s narcissistic and power-hungry; she was tywin’s perfect son, but he rejected her, and now king’s landing will pay that price. she will lose her children because of her own fatal flaws. the prophecy is self-fulfilling. it’s a tragedy innit! but i really doubt grrm is gonna have cersei hate herself for not being a very nice person LMAO

i think it’s funny how people will say cersei’s love for her kids is her only redemptive quality when like. 1) that love is purely narcissistic, and 2) drives many of her morally objectionable political decisions in affc. by “people” i actually mean david benioff and daniel brett weiss btw

[hirokiyuu]

Hello I am someone who deeply loves The Twins and Enjoys Talking about The Twins. There just...It's hard to make coherent words but I love how similar the two are, there arcs are sort of reflections of each others and I really love that, also If I'm friends with one twin I have to befriend the author, I just need to be close to the both of them. On more coherent meta stuff I find both twins perspectives on wanting to be something else really interesting. I'm trying to tiptoe the best I can around possible spoilers but I really do love them. There good lads.

SHAKING UR FUCKING HAND

(cut for spoilers!)

i really love how clearly both tang+dys are like........ HEAVILY damaged by their mother's abuse even on a colony where Everyone Is Family! it's really interesting narratively speaking that even in this supposed-to-be perfect experiment already from the start is like....... someone who's damaged these kids so bad for literally the rest of their lives

like tang's constant desire to basically leave her flesh behind....... fear of addiction yet her own obsession w/science......... fixation on chief engineer as a surrogate mother to the point where she rejects her own brother......... and yet when that brother vanishes she's SO messed up by it so clearly like. she's always looking for some kind of affection+love and yet her own fears+coping mechs make it so hard for her to keep it. ive only dated her once but my friend also did and got a dif ending and we both got dumped so honestly like. if she just dumps u ever time u date. narratively perfect

and then on the other side of the coin is dys and like his Total Rejection of all the ppl around him and like........ his belief esp at the start when u approach him that ur just gonna try and make fun of/hurt him. how in every ending ive had w/him he's become a gardener. his overwhelming desire for connection is sooooo fun esp in conjunction w/how he doesnt think he can ever connect with PEOPLE its so good. i love dys i am cupping him in my palms

i havent gotten them to reconcile yet but my friend was saying smth abt how u have to make......... rex's bar???????????? which requires four pets?????????????????????????? idk man im just squinting but im sure ill get there eventually. not next time tho next time i am unfortunately going full fasc*st kill all the aliens run solely to see what its like

if u wanna come off anon and talk to me in private lmk btw. i am clawing at the walls

[astermacguffin]

Sorry but I just had another horrible idea. Inspired by this post started by @icefire149

If we rewind the clock a bit, all the way back to Jack in the Box, here's the idea: what if the Box worked?

Like. Genuinely what would happen if the Box worked? Jack stops being a threat so Chuck doesn't even bother with them anymore, thereby preventing all of S15.

BUT. Here's the good part. Cas arrives and is justifiably horrified that they locked up his baby. "I'll release him," he says as he starts running towards the Box. Dean and Sam chase after him.

One thing leads to another, then Cas and Dean are now physically fighting. Cas gets sooooo close to unlocking the Box that Dean panics—he traps Cas with the angel cuffs.

(The important thing here is that Jack can hear the fighting and shouting happening. He knows now that he was tricked, and is now powerless to do anything about it. Powerless to do anything but listen to his father's screams: for him, for being beaten up and cuffed by his loved ones.)

Dean chains Cas to a wall so he can't reach Jack. They lock up the room and return to the library. Sam has done nothing but watch in horror. He immediately resumes his research; the sooner they can fix Jack, the sooner they can let them out again. Dean returns to his bed without even attempting to care for his wounds. (In his head, it's a form of "penance." Maybe some self-flaggelation would ease the guilt.)

Days turn to weeks turn to months.

The first few days were the most horrible: apparently, angelic beings that never tire can scream their agony and pleading all day and night without issue. There's an unspoken agreement between the brothers to not go near That Room as much as possible. (Although Dean sometimes stays in front of the door all night when he thinks he's not suffering enough.)

Eventually the screams simmer down. Somehow the silence of the hallway is worse.

Cas resorts to constant chatter, to constantly telling his son different stories. He will alleviate as much pain and loneliness as he can for Jack and himself. (Unsurprisingly, he avoids stories about the Winchesters.)

The first time someone opens the door is after two weeks. Dean peeks and is shocked by what he sees: there are scrapes and claw marks on the wall where Cas is chained up. Cas' fingers show no wounds, but they are gritty with dirt and blood. Cas has been doing this for a while, showing no progress. He's slumped against the wall defeatedly.

The first thing that Cas says to Dean is: "Make a bigger box."

No questions, no arguing, no pleading. He knows Dean will never release him until they find a way to fix Jack, which might never happen. The one small mercy that he asks is to be locked up with his son so he can be near him all eternity.

Dean says nothing for a while, but eventually nods. He starts building another Box that's big enough to house both Cas and the previous box.

Days turn to weeks turn to months.

Cas is now safely locked up in a bigger Box with Jack. The first box still separates them, but Cas still thinks it's better than being chained to a wall, unable to go near his son.

There is still no meaningful progress in their research. The brothers go through a repeating cycle of hunts, research, and looking for objects or allies powerful enough to do something about their problem. No progress.

Days turn to weeks turn to months.

On their first year, Dean slips into the room to press his ears against the cold metal. He hears their murmurs, and that distinct rumbly low voice that he misses so much. He feels like invading something precious, something personal. He quietly leaves without a word.

Weeks turn to months turn to years.

The brothers successfully avoid any questions (both from friends and enemies) about the angel and his kid by coming up with some cover story about Cas taking Jack to some far dimension to fix his soul. They don't know when they're coming back. Eventually the questions stop. Whether due to politeness for their perceived grief, or due to mere forgetting, they don't know.

The box has been moved into a deeper location in the bunker.

Months turn to years turn to...well.

When the boys eventually die (out of old age or of a hunt, it doesn't matter), they take the secret to their grave. Sam makes sure to cover the box and the room with warnings not to open it at risk of danger. Dean leaves a journal there with pictures, drawings, and stories about the angel and his nephil son.

When someone eventually finds the room and reads their story, they can only wonder how the bunker is not haunted, given the amount of grief soaked up in its walls.

[smashmallowsblog]

PART 3

After a few weeks, Dulcy recovered from her fractures and she could now return to her normal activities. That night, she was with Chris in guard and he was taking advantage of the moment to torment her as much as possible.

"So you killed the sheep?" The wolf laughed with playfulness in his voice.

"No! Stop saying that." The lizard spoke waving his hand.

They had already done half of the patrol in the mansion and were now standing in one of the corridors, in a distance between the entrance, living room and bedrooms. Chris was leaning against one wall while Dulcy was on the opposite wall.

They didn't need to raise their voices to talk since the mansion was silent that night. Tiger Claw, Zeck and Steranko had left for external work and the rest remained in hiding.

Xever would be present with the two soon but he was keeping Celly company in his room.

Chris looked at Dulcy's side and continued the subject. "But tell me, why did you knock her down?"

"I don't know..." Dulcy briefly remembered how she acted towards Celly earlier, she recorded herself teasing her with her poison, which ended with Celly fainting and having to recover in the room. "I didn't mean to hit her like that, she just wanted help on the night patrol and I attacked her like that, now she's... bad."

She puts her hands in her pockets and continues talking. "I guess I was a little rude."

Chris wasn't too attached to the sentimentality of the phrase, he didn't care much about the sheep, but he had already noticed the small distrust she had towards him in particular.

"So she just didn't want to be on guard with me?"

She put her hands in her pockets and replied dryly. "Yes."

"I honestly don't understand what all the fuss is about, what's her problem?"

Dulcy raised an eyebrow and responded with sincerity in her sentence. "You said she would make a good afternoon snack."

Chris laughed, but at the same time he put a hand in front of his mouth to cover his emotion in that "serious" moment of the conversation. Then he turned his head to the side and, still with his hand over his mouth, he commented, laughing. "Sheep with dumplings."

Dulcy rolled her eyes at the comment but gave a slight smirk at the joke." You're sooooo funny."

The conversation ended when Anton opened the front door without delicacy and released a bang, scaring them both.

Chris was upset by the surprise and quickly scolded him. "What do you think you're doing?"

Anton was a little agitated, he bowed, placing his hands on his knees, and began waving one hand at the two of them as he tried to put the words together to begin the explanation.

They both felt scared so while Chris walked towards the door to check what had happened, as a precaution Dulcy took out her weapons and started to follow him but was interrupted when the wolf stopped her. "You keep the pig."

She nodded and turned her attention to Anton again.

Chris ran outside and noticed that the van was poorly parked, he slowly walked to the back of the vehicle and prepared to attack any intruder.

"BRADFORD!"

Chris jumped with fright and was irritated by the tone of voice, he put the words together and started the hate speech. "What's your problem Steranko? I thought it was a surprise attack-"

He swallowed his words as Ivan threw Tiger Claw over the side of his shoulder and called out to him with concern laced in his sentence. "Help me here, comrade tiger is unconscious."

Chris was in disbelief at what he was seeing but he hurried to carry the feline on the other side, when he tried to grab Tiger Claw's right arm he slipped to the side. Chris was even more terrified by the scene, of course he had already seen soldiers injured many times but he was scared by that specific situation.

He then straightened him out and began to speculate what had happened, then he deduced that Steranko and Zeck had failed in the mission and became irritated that he and Xever were supposed to be in their place.

They started to take him inside and Chris shouted to Ivan on the way. "WHAT DID YOU IDIOTS!? I KNEW I COULDN'T TRUST THE MISSION WITH YOU YOU-"

"Stop the drama poodle-" Ivan snapped at him. "We're not to blame for anything, just walk faster he's losing a lot of blood."

Chris picked up his pace and started walking faster, he was a little desperate but he didn't stop shouting at Ivan along the way.

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Still in the hallway, Dulcy tried to calm Zeck, who was a little shaky. "Zeck, calm down a little." She spoke carefully to try to understand the story. "What happened? Are you okay? Were you hurt?"

"No... I don't..." He breathed heavily and continued to worry about completing his sentence. "TC is... missing an arm... a fox appeared..."

Dulcy was so surprised by the last part that she couldn't even understand the worst part, so she could only mutter a name that came to her mind immediately. "Alopex?"

Anton began to recover little by little and responded a little tiredly. "That's right darling!"

Before they could continue the topic, Chris and Ivan walked by without greeting anyone, as they hurried to Stockman's office. At that moment, under her vision, everything went in slow motion and she followed them with frightened eyes, suddenly she also began to hear her heart beat faster as if it were a warning, her throat became knotted and she began to get up a little unbalanced.

Anton was talking and talking but the only sound she was hearing was a high pitched buzzing sound, she kept looking until they turned the corner, then she left Anton alone and just walked towards them without saying anything.

Anton followed her and continued to insist on calling for her. "Dulcy, Dulcy? Hold on, sister!" Zeck held her arm in an attempt to stop her in her tracks but she just kept looking ahead.

She ignored him, pulled her arm out of his grip and continued moving forward.

The buzzing reached his mind and at the same time covered the entire room. It was as if the ground was forming choppy waves and when she stumbled into nothingness she braced herself against the wall and continued on her way.

Anton noticed how she fumbled between steps and finally fell silent, so he followed her carefully.

When they arrived in the room, she watched from the door, she looked from the corner as they placed Tiger Claw on the bed, he was breathing heavily and apparently in a lot of pain.

Chris was yelling at Ivan, questioning if they hadn't let their guard down during the mission and Ivan only managed to yell back at him asking him to calm down.

Baxter was buzzing around the room and rummaging through the drawers of surgical supplies and rummaging through the drawers of sedatives.

At one point, Baxter managed to get them both out of the room and they continued screaming and shouting at each other, Dulcy lifted her feet to see Tiger Claw's condition in more detail but then the fly pushed Dulcy away and closed the door on them all.

Xever finally appeared, he was scared by all the noise and started asking about what was happening, Ivan started again and Chris was already running out of patience, Xever calmed him down to understand the situation.

During the conversation between the three, Anton observed Dulcy moving away from the group and heading towards the corridor they were in previously, he followed her and saw her going outside, the door was still open and she went towards the van.

The van was still poorly parked due to the rush in which it arrived, she turned around, opened the back door and sat down. She placed her arms on her thighs and looked at the mansion's entrance.

Anton carefully approached and sat down next to her, he noticed her eyes were watering and how she was breathing slowly.

He thought about commenting on trying to convince her to go with them to provide reinforcements but decided to spare her any more bad feelings.

He was afraid to start approaching, he didn't know if she would start cursing him for not doing his job properly, but he tried anyway."Dulcy, I'm sorry, I didn't know that was going to happen, I'm so sorry ."

She didn't respond but he continued looking at her, then he didn't know how to continue the conversation and just leaned over and started extending his arms towards her, she didn't react and he continued the act.

Finally he hugged her and said softly, "He'll recover, don't worry."

Finally the buzzing began to fade and fade until the point where she finally began to hear herself again, she did nothing for a few seconds but began to slowly move her arms towards Zeck.

She accepted the grip, returning it immediately, she strengthened her grip and tried to contain herself so as not to collapse on top of the boar.

Anton continued. "You will recover..."

It had been a long time since she hugged someone, she was repressing herself out of guilt and fear of all her choices, she missed having someone around, so she just decided to take advantage of that situation. She didn't know who to trust, but at that moment she decided to trust Anton, just that once it wouldn't hurt.

"You're kind Anton... Thank you."

HOLD MY ARM

It was a sunny morning, the corridors of Shredder's mansion were silent and lightly lit with the natural glow that reflected through the windows, from time to time it was possible to hear the delicate sounds of leaves moving with the gentle wind. In front of this peaceful silence, in one of the rooms was Dulcy, she had her eyes closed but she had been awake for a few hours just to make (or try) her mind a little lighter.

Her left arm was immobilized with an Orthopedic cast, her right cheek had a small bandage covering a small bruise, her right ankle had an almost melted ice pack that she was forced to change every night, perhaps she could consider that he wasn't as swollen as he was a few weeks ago.

She was putting together the pieces from the last few weeks, it was crazy, it happened so fast. She remembered the lair being invaded by Splinter and April.

That particular night she was on guard, but the night was a little stranger than usual, from the roof she witnessed two familiar figures approaching, she watched them from above as they thought they were successfully invading the place, she informed the others and asked Anton and Ivan to position themselves in case something happened, after which she attacked them with Tiger Claw commandos and when the foot surrendered them they were informed about the invasion and about needing all the help they could get.

After hearing the proposal she turned around and sincerely commented to Shredder "You know master, that makes sense, we could make a temporary truce and guarantee our safety."

"Yes, you can! For once in your life you could do something nice for everyone!" April exclaimed.

In silence, Shredder was reflective but already had his own decision on the matter.

____

After the foot came together and started to approach central park, everything started to gain more rhythm. During the war she had kind of panicked when she felt a threat of a supposed end of that world, she herself felt remorse for all those she knew (and even those she didn't know). She didn't want to die like this.

In the middle of the battle, she was caught by surprise during her duel with one of the dinosaurs and with one wrong move she sprained her ankle, unfortunately giving up was equal to her end, for a second she chose to ask Tiger Claw for help but changed her mind. Seeing him busy defending the human teenagers, for a moment she was a little proud to witness the cat doing something good. Her mind quickly returned to her own fight when the dino-man hit her in the stomach, she hissed in pain, but took advantage of the opening to climb up his arm to his back and wrap her arms as much as she could around the soldier's neck.

She tried hard to knock him down from behind and managed to pull out her teaser with the intention of holding him back for a while, she managed to do this but unfortunately during the fall backwards he fell against her and crushed her in the process and ended up breaking her own arm. She pushed the huge guy aside and slowly crawled to a tree away from all the chaos, for a while she watched from afar until the moment she witnessed Splinter himself fighting Shredder's attacks. "Idiots." She grumbled to herself and thought how they could face each other during the chaos before them, didn't they care about their family being at risk? She then remembered her own parents, her niece, her brother... How were they feeling at that moment? Did they worry about her?

Her thoughts were interrupted after seeing that Shredder had fallen while Splinter walked away. Tiger Claw ran to catch up with his boss, she continued watching until she saw the cat pick him up and start a small speech about the clan, she grimaced. to the scene and with a mocking tone she began. "Now he's going to start the marriage proposal."

She watched him leave the scene while the rest of the Hamato clan finished the fight, she waited for the dust to settle for a while longer until she noticed that a van was approaching and the foot Clan was preparing to leave central park. "Wait a minute, he doesn't even want to bother looking for me?"

_____

Across the yard the rest of the foot was housing Shredder in the back of the van. Xever walked hurriedly to the vehicle and suddenly bumped into Anton, who stopped suddenly and consequently made Celly, who was right behind, hit his nose on his back, making the fish stumble forward again, irritated by the attitude, Xever said. "What's your problem?" ? If you wait any longer here it will turn into bacon."

Anton ignored the comment and started comparing the amount they started with at the beginning of everything. "Wait a minute, don't you think someone is missing?" Anton asked thoughtfully and placing his hands on his hips he continued. "I remember we were outnumbered."

Ivan then chimed in "Did the dog die?"

"I'm here,stupid." Chris replied irritably.

Celly and Xever exchanged thoughtful looks until they both finally understood and shouted in unison. "Where's Dul--" "THE LIZARD IS GONE!!" Anton interrupted them and turned around, moving the two out of the way, with the help of his visor he quickly started looking around the park and managed to spot Dulcy a few meters away.

"I found it!" Anton exclaimed. He and Ivan quickly went to meet the lizard and carefully helped it to its feet. Anton noticed the condition of her arm and ankle at first, so he carefully supported her on the other side so that she could stand upright and slowly they began to walk.

"I can carry you there buddy, it will be much faster." Ivan commented to his partner.

Anton imagined the scene and thought to himself about the rhino hurting her by accident. "I think we better walk just in case baby."

On the way Ivan tried to support her with a hand on her arm but stopped abruptly when he heard a sound. "AAH!". In response, he timidly muttered one. "Sorry" and continued the path more carefully.

Chris watched them walk towards them and noticing Dulcy's arm he commented. "Are we going to let Steranko do this? He could break it in half, that wouldn't help much."

"It would be so interesting if YOU were helping, don't you think?" Celly snapped at him.

"And why don't YOU make it a ball of yarn?"

"The least I could do was carry a leg!"

"It would be something useful, don't you think?"

A muffled scream caught their attention as it was uttered "SHUT UP AND GET IN THE VAN!" Inside the vehicle, Tiger Claw who was busy taking care of Shredder until that moment was oblivious to the subject of the conversation and suddenly appeared, then sticking his head out of the van, he ordered them to enter immediately again but was surprised by a weakened Dulcy. passing by his side without saying a word.

The tiger opened his mouth to say something but Anton unconsciously interrupted him."Dude, let's make a stop at the den okay? I can arrange something for...that, she can hold out for a while, I think she might be in a lot of pain and-"

"Just sit down we're in a hurry now!" The tiger replied irritably.

Anton fell silent, scared by the tiger's response and quickly sat down next to Dulcy to support her arm more carefully. He looked at Tiger Claw who was already taking the wheel, when he opened his mouth to throb again, Xever (who was already taking one of the seats) caught his attention. "Let's just keep our mouth shut and keep it steady until the destination."

Anton looked at him and turned his attention to Tiger Claw but Ivan also chimed in. "Be quiet comrade."

Anton didn't say anything to both of them, when he looked at Dulcy who was already almost unconscious next to him he said softly "Hang in there dragon."

___

A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts, opening her eyes quickly she turned around and made eye contact with Tiger Claw.

After staring at him for a few seconds she changed her expression and said rudely, "You entered the wrong room."

He entered and closed the door behind him, as he approached her he began "I just want to talk..."

_________

Note: I've had this in mind for some time and after seeing some of my friends writing I became more motivated to move forward.

You might come across the punctuation but I'm not an active writer so this might be common for me.

Maybe I'll move on from this.

[binniesthighs]

ANON THIS WAS SO FUN.  Oh my gosh thank you so much for requesting this 😭

bites like bittersweet | reader x minho | 

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x lee minho 

Genre: that good good smut 

Tags: aphrodisiac au, switch!minho, switch!reader, mentions of food, oral (m recieving), unprotected sex (stay safe!), degredation, pet names, dirty talk, accidental exhibitionism 

Word count: 2.4k

“are you kidding me? I can’t believe that you actually spent money on this!! aren’t you just a tiny bit embarrassed?” 

“what? I thought that it would be fun to try!” 

“if this is your way of seducing me, I hate to tell you, but it isn’t going to work.” 

minho threw the chocolate bars back down on the coffee table. he was right;  they looked fake and you knew it. the giant logo on the front stared up at you and your skeptical friend. it was an obscenely large kiss mark with different icons of couples fucking for each flavor. you really should have had better judgement. right in front of you was $36 dollars that you would never be getting back. 

“and you had to get all the flavors?” 

your defeated arms rang themselves above your head. “what?? I wasn’t going to pass up mint, salted caramel and...what’s this called...yeah, cherri amore!” 

“and why is it again that you’re asking me to try these--” minho snatched up the flavor Salted Caramelicious in Milk Chocolate to read the label.  “--proven aphrodisiac and libido boosters?” 

“I dunno!! you were the only one around I guess...?” 

minho flicked up one of his eyebrows in his suspicion. “really? that’s why? I don’t believe you. you’re trying to get in my pants aren’t you?!” 

“no! Why the hell would I want to get in your pants?” 

“hmmm...dare I bring up the locker room incident from a couple summers ago?” sly as ever, minho punched your arm lightly. “i bet that you’ve been dreaming about it ever since then.” 

“-have not!! you’re ridiculous.” you gifted him a punch back, but this one wasn’t nearly as joking. 

minho rubbed at his arm with a dramatic little “ow” on his lips. 

“I’m bored, you don’t have anything else to do, it’s probably a scam and I don’t feel like wasting my $36.” 

for a moment, minho pondered in silence as you dished him out your best puppy-dog eyes. in all your years of friendship, there was nothing that did him in better than the way you could make your eyes glisten. “that should be illegal” he would gripe. 

“Pleeeese?? ~I know that you like mint chocolate~” you waved the bar gratuitously in front of his nose. 

“fine.” he clawed it from your grasp. “i’m sure that it’s gonna be shitty chocolate anyway.” minho’s fingers hastily tore at the little foil edges and wrappings then cracked it in his hand. 

you teased him, “should I get us some wine to go with this chocolate?” 

minho scoffed and popped a couple chunks in his mouth. “fuck, this is so waxy. I hate you for this.” 

~💋~ 

to your right, your wall clock ticked on as late as it was into the night. you hadn’t expected yourself to get so sleepy, but you and minho had made up the couch into your usual mess of pillows and blankets that would often accompany movie nights. after a while, the two of you had decided to just let netflix autoplay each episode, not really caring that you weren’t quite watching anymore. 

“--you feeling anything?” you asked minho for the hundredth time. 

“...no; its same answer from the last fifty times that you asked me. like I said, it’s a scam. you were swindled. just admit it.” 

“...I don’t think I’m feeling anything either.” 

“we ate the shitty chocolate, and that was that.” minho huffed. “god, you owe me big time.” 

“isn’t it supposed to take a second to kick in...? isn’t that how these things work?” 

“hell if I know.” 

your friend sighed out the same unimpressed sigh he had been repeating for the last 45 minutes or so. he sat up a little straighter upon his realization. 

“wait...so you’re saying that you want me to get turned on???” 

“ah-no!!! don’t misunderstand!! it’s not that I want you to get turned on, i just want to know if it’s a scam or not. you know...for science?” 

“for science? since when was science a part of all this?” 

“i-it always was!” 

“let’s just...finish watching this episode or two and then you’re leaving, got it?

you nodded, “got it!” 

around your shoulder, minho snaked his arm to rest it gently, leaning you into him just a little. this place had always been your favorite spot. nuzzled into him like this, you could nearly hear his heartbeat in his chest. with the tv droning and the muffled “boom-boom” of his heart, you were drawn to sleep with ease, however, as you drifted, there was something different about the pace in which his heart would usually beat close to you. 

~💋~

at first, you were woken by the sound of explosions. in the time that minho had promised, “this episode or two,” netflix had already made it’s way to playing a movie. strangely enough, minho hadn’t bothered changing it; it was his least favorite kind: the kind with car chases and missiles and the end of the world. 

secondly, you were awoken by his voice, urgent and shallow. 

“hey. hey. get up. y/n, get your heavy-ass head off me.” 

“wha-what is it? what time is it? what is this?” you rubbed your blurry vision away with your palms. 

“I...” minho choked down a thick gulp. “I-I think that I’m feeling...something...” 

“what?!” your head snapped to look him in his terrified widened eyes. normally he would make fun of the rat’s nest on your head, but this time, his eyes remained unmoving. 

mortified, minho uttered out again, “I feel...something...” 

“something what? spit it out!!” 

“don’t you dare look but...oh god...” your friend choked in an inhale. 

he didn’t need to finish his sentence before your eyes had drifted down to where the spiderman themed blanket covered his lap. sure enough, he tented the fabric in the most obvious way. 

“shit-this is so embarrassing.” minho steadied his breaths then winced “it kinda...hurts.” 

this time, your eyes widened. “hurts?” 

“yeah it does, okay???? don’t fucking rub it in.” 

you found yourself getting defensive, “well what the hell do we do now???” 

“I don’t know!!!” minho yelled into the dark room incredulously. 

“can’t you just...I don’t know...jerk it away??? ” 

“right here???” 

“NO like in the bathroom or something I mean!!!” 

“greaaat, you broke my dick!! and you’re being of no help at all!” 

“well what would you have be do then huh? suck it off for ya right here and now?? would that be sooooo helpful to you??”

in your frustration, you tore spiderman off of his lap, then there it was: in its full glory. 

yes, the locker room incident had lingered on your mind from time to time but.. you certainly didn’t remember it looking like that. 

in your whole life, you never would have guessed that the thought, “thank-you-god for-blessing-us-with-the-invention of-grey-sweatpants” would grace your stream of consciousness but...here you were. 

“m-minho...I-I think that it’s effecting me too.” your eyes ogled his member: lusciously thick and long, practically fighting the pants that kept it in. it bulged in his pants gorgeously and he had even wet himself a little from his leaking pre-cum.

“Huh!?” 

“wow.” you marveled. 

you really don’t know why you had done it, but suddenly the entire room felt much hotter, and taking off your shirt made much more sense so, you did.

“what the hell are you doing?!” minho attempted to pull up a blanket to cover your chest. 

“does it really hurt?” something must have possessed you: your voice had dropped several octaves and you felt yourself breathing out the words with air. 

as soon as he had heard your voice change, it was like he was enchanted. “A-a little. ‘feels really...trapped.” minho ate up the way that your eyes raked over his hard-on. 

“oooh does it?” you used your index and ring finger to walk your hand over to his thigh where you then grabbed at him in starving handfuls. his muscles felt so beautiful in your hands. 

minho whimpered out the whiniest, most desperate little sound that he could manage as his closed eyelids fluttered. there was no way in this world that you could ever imagine him making such a noise, especially from your touch. 

yeah, you might have dreamt about it a couple times or more. 

your hand tranced the outline of his dick on his pants. 

“oh-shit--” minho keened under your touch, jerking his body viciously. 

“god, you’re fucking gorgeous when you’re hard.” the words left your lips unapologetically and by seeing the way that minho practically melted from the compliment, you felt your whole body swell with that same aching pain. 

“--tou-touch--” 

your hand gave minho’s cock one good hard squeeze and he grunted out so loudly that you were fearful it could have been heard from the next apartment over. shaky breaths trembled from his lips and he rutted into your hand. 

“‘hurts so, so bad.” 

you almost missed it, but single tears fell from both of his eyes. 

“what do you want me to do about it?” 

exasperated, minho threw his head into the crook of your neck, panting, “an-anything. but--I-want your mouth. please...” 

“of course.” you cooed, then snuck your hand under the elastic of his pants, getting another squeeze in. his eyes had glared at your lips long enough, so you decided to grant them their wish. you practically threw your whole weight into him, knocking both of your balances away as you rushed your lips into his. both of your mouths were hot and insatiable: your sloppy kisses were an utter mess: and you had never used so much tongue before in your life. wet kissing sounds filled the space between you both and tangled up with your shameless moans. 

in your own pants, the situation wasn’t much different, but your desire to utterly destroy your needy friend was overwhelming and you could ignore it for a couple seconds more. 

minho rose his hips for you pull his briefs and pants off, then sat back down to display his cock, red, veiny and dripping. your mouth salivated just thinking about how amazing it would feel in your mouth. 

your friend didn’t give you much time to think before he had pulled your head nearer to him, then tapped his tip on your lips. 

“shouldn’t I tease you first? whatever happened to foreplay?” you licked his length up and down. 

“just--I don't care about that, I’m ready now,--fucking--please, please, I’m begging you to take me in your mouth. 

“~ahhhh~ you’re so cute when you beg.” 

minho’s full length was nearly too much for you to handle, but regardless, you swallowed him down using every ounce of your skill. the way that he moaned for you sounded so pathetic and needy, but he only pushed your head down farther. 

“my little cockslut” minho gasped, “taking me in so good with that pretty mouth of yours...you’re so amazing, it’s so...mmph...just like...I always dreamed it would be...” 

he threw his head back to guffaw at himself. “I can’t believe that this is happening.”

“quit talking and let me hear more of those pretty moans of yours.” you demanded of him, switching to jerk him up and down with your hand. your own saliva coated each and every one of your fingers.  

“gonna...make me cum!” minho’s fingers dug into the edge of the sofa. “can-can I?” 

“no.” you answered with a devilish smile. “you’re not gonna let me have any fun?” 

“sorry, sorry...what do you want from me now?” 

you continued jerking him once you had crept your lips up his body, kissing up his chest and stomach. your thumb played with his slit, eliciting even more pre-cum to come dripping out of his adorable tip. you reached his mouth where you let him get a taste. 

just as before, the sofa started feeling too stuffy and warm for you, so your frazzled brain searched the room for the next best place, and there really was only one other. 

“come with me,” you circled minho in your arms, pulling you both down to carpeted floor, taking a couple blankets with you as they tied in your limbs. “fuck me into the ground minho.” 

a fire lit behind minho’s soft brown eyes that you had never seen, and soon he had ridded you of all of your own clothes. 

“oh kitten, there's nothing that I would love to do to you more.” 

for mere moments, yours and minho’s bodies lingered, pressed flush against each other as both of your hips grinded together seeking some kind of relief and your mouths searched for hungry answers. 

“be a good boy for me minho,” you whispered into him, “fuck me so hard I’m dizzy, hmm?” 

“if you insist...” minho buried his head into your neck to bite into the skin, no doubt leaving marks for you later. 

everything reached a certain symphonic climax once he guided himself into your entrance which was nearly twitching to be filled by him. his length and girth stretched you out perfectly, and soon you knew it wouldn’t take too much for him to show you all the stars in the galaxy behind your eyelids. 

he thrust into you with feral sounding grunts, and your back burned a little against the carpet under you. 

“don’t-don’t stop...mmm--” 

body ablaze, the beginnings of your orgasm start to build in your core, begging for more and more. deep inside you, minho grazed your euphoric spot and you moaned out his name with reckless abandon. 

“say it louder for me baby.” your friend would greedily command, adoring the way that his name would bounce off the walls. 

“I’m close, god, minho--” 

ding-ding-ding! 

had you not been cumming with a searing white heat with minho jerking himself wildly over your stomach, you would have seen chan open the door, pretending to sneak his way in. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” chan threw his arms over his eyes. “...AND IN THE OPEN LIVING ROOM???” 

“ch-chan?” minho threw the blankets over both of your gasping bodies, still recovering from your orgasms of seconds ago. 

“ I...oh my god.” chan shielded his eyes the whole walk to his room. 

“I’m sorry!!” Minho called after him, eyes then falling to his white painting on your stomach. “hmm. that looks kinda nice.” 

~💋~

later, when you would be cleaning up, chan would discover your litter of half eaten bars of chocolate, then would turn them over to laugh in your face: 

“uhhhh guys...you know that those are a placebo right?”