#i need to stop putting 'core' and 'mouth' in the same sentence i keep thinking of wheeth

[glass-oranges]

Made a portal oc!! Wanted to make a character based on the new artfight teams!!

[velarisnightsky444]

You're Mine*

Azriel x RhysandSister!OC

AN: This is from my Stargirl fic. OC is Rhysand's sister. When I published this chapter on Wattpad, someone put the 'holy water' sticker on every other sentence, so do with that information what you will.

CW: Intercourse, d/s dynamics, fingering, oral, biting.

Word Count: 1.5k

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Azriel's bedroom in the House was much different than the bare room of the town house. This was had a canopy bed with deep blue sheets. The walls were the same shade, and unlike most rooms in the House, there were no windows.

He went over to the bed, and I watched as he pulled two knives out from under the blue pillows, placing them on his nightstand.

"Just to be safe," he explained to me.

I snorted, thinking how unfortunate it would've been to be impaled by one of those while I slept, or during sex.

I wondered where else he had hidden weapons. The only mess I could find in the entire room was an unorganized pile of paperwork on his ebony desk.

He turned back to me, his shadows clinging to him. The deep lust in his eyes only sparked arousal through me.

"Now that we've spoken of boundaries . . . " I began, too embarrassed to ask. He neared me, lifting my chin so I was forced to look at him.

"You'll tell me when you don't like something," he instructed. "And if you need me to stop anything, you tug on the bond. Understood?" I nodded. "I need words, princess."

"Understood," I whispered, breath hitching.

"You have no idea what you just got yourself into," he smirked.

He waved his hand, and my clothes were gone. I squealed, my breasts peaking against the cold.

"If it's too much for you, just let me know," he reminded me.

"No, it's fine," I promised, shivering against the air. "It just caught me off guard."

He grinned again as something appeared in his hand. A shadow wrapped around my wrists, lifting my hands above my head. I tried to tug them down, but I couldn't.

Azriel took the ribbon in his hand and wrapped it around my head, tying it so I was blindfolded.

Two shadows swirled around me, holding me in place with the other keeping my hands above my head. My wings flared as I tried to get away, but my attempts were futile. Azriel stood behind me, his scarred hands moving down my body. I whimpered and bit my lip.

"Can you be a good girl?" he asked darkly. I nodded desperately. "Words, darling."

"Yes, yes, I can," I promised.

"Yes, sir," he corrected.

I blushed and kept my mouth shut. He pinched my peaked nipple in his fingers until I squeaked from the pain.

"Yes, sir," I finally blurted.

I groaned as his lips moved to my neck. I felt him sucking, biting, and marking me as his. And I loved it. I squealed as his hand moved between my legs while he worked on my neck.

"How else can your shadows join in the fun?" I wondered, panting.

"Oh, you want something more?"

"Maybe."

"So many options to choose from," he mused. "I could make you feel pain, pleasure, or both. What do you want?"

"I want it all," I begged. "Please, Az. I want the pain and the pleasure."

"Are you absolutely sure?" he wondered.

"I want it," I insisted, only wanting his hand between my legs again. "I trust you."

"Tug on the bond when it's too much. When you've reached your limit."

"I will," I promised him.

His lips moved to my neck. He pressed his mouth against the soft skin and bit down, his teeth sinking in. He tugged at my hair to give him further access. I whimpered but didn't want him to stop.

"More," I begged, desperate as my core ached with desire.

"You like this?" he taunted. I nodded. "Words."

"Yes, sir," I gritted out.

"It seems I've already broken you," he murmured against my neck.

Suddenly, all sensation of him disappeared. I whimpered, tugging at the restraints, but he placed a scarred finger to my lips as he stepped in front of me.

"You are mine."

I let out a desperate moan as his mouth closed around my breast. I felt another sensation lower down, his shadow, messing with the bundle of nerves that gave me so much pleasure.

"Az," I whispered, wincing as he grazed his teeth against my nipple. He rolled the other between his fingers. "Want your mouth, please."

"Such a good job asking what you want," he praised, sinking to his knees.

Two of his shadows replaced where he had been, tugging and teasing at my nipples. His lips closed around my core. I let out a cry of pleasure, my head thrown back.

Two scarred fingers entered me as he sucked on the bundle of nerves that made me see stars. The texture of his scars inside of me was still one of the greatest things I'd ever felt.

I didn't care how loud my moans were--it felt too good. Besides, Rhys was the only ones staying here tonight, and he was likely still in the dining room.

The way he curled his fingers inside of me was perfect. Nobody had ever known my body so well.

"Fuck," I whimpered, trying my best to fight the overstimulation. But his shadows held me tight. His fingers hit a spot that made me scream. "Oh, Gods! Gods, I'm gonna--"

"Ask permission," he spoke against my core.

"Please, please, may I?" I begged.

"You may," he granted.

I came with an undignified moan, seeing starlight against the blindfold. My legs were shaking so badly that he had to use his free hand to steady them.

I panted as his shadows released me. My arms were sore as I brought them back to my sides. Az scooped me up and carried me to the bed.

He removed my blindfold and immediately kissed me. I could taste my release on his tongue, which only made me more aroused.

He flipped us around so that I was on top. Feeling a bit more in control, I ran my closed hand up and down his shaft, making sure he was ready.

I raised my hips, and slowly--so slowly--lowered myself onto his cock. I let out a harsh breath, the stretch still so painful. Once I was able to sit, I took a few seconds to let myself get used to the fit.

"Do you want it gentle or hard?" he asked me, his hand coming up to cup my cheek.

"You can be rough with me," I decided.

"Are you sure?" he clarified, quirking a brow.

"Yes, please," I begged, grinding my hips against him to spur him on.

The smirk on his face almost made me regret my words. He gripped my hips, fingers digging into the skin, and forced me up and down on his cock. I cried out at the addicting pain.

He rolled us over, so that he was on top again. Once we'd adjusted to the new position, he began drilling into me again, absolutely relentless.

"Please, please, please," I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for.

He took one of my legs and placed it over his shoulder. I moaned at the new angle, tears forming in my eyes as he found a spot that made me scream.

"Oh, does that feel good?" he teased me. I nodded through my sobs, unable to form words. "Words, Princess."

"Y-Yes," I managed. A warning glance made me realize my mistake. "Yes, sir."

One of his hands closed around my throat, just enough to cause slight discomfort. I groaned as he took his thumb and began to stroke my lower lip while still choking me.

His shadows began abusing my clit and nipples, and I shrieked at the overstimulation. My moans grew louder as I sobbed and squirmed beneath him, absolutely lost in the pleasure.

A coil tightened in my stomach, a burning desire unlike any I'd felt before. He took his free hand and ran a finger down the tendon of my wing. I gasped, squirming against him and the shadows.

"Too much," I moaned.

He was pounding into me, his shadows playing with my clit and nipples, his hand around my neck, stroking my wings. I'd never experienced overstimulation like it before.

"You can handle it, darling," he promised. "Just tug on the bond if you really need me to stop."

I nodded, resting my head back and letting him do all the work. His shadows began to work harder and I realized how close I was.

"Holy shit," I moaned, my nails digging into his back. "Gods, can I cum, please?"

"How bad do you want it?" he grunted.

"So badly, please," I sobbed, the coil dangerously close to snapping. "Please, Az." One of his shadows, probably Nisha, nipped my clit. "Ow! Sir, I mean sir."

"Give it another minute," he decided.

I whined, but obeyed. His shadows slowed down so I wouldn't lose control, or maybe that was my punishment for whining.

Azriel's eyes shut tight, a grunt leaving his lips. It was my sign that he was close.

"We'll cum together, okay?" he offered. I nodded desperately.

He released into me with a groan as I moaned and came hard on his cock. My eyes rolled back into my head as he continued to stroke my wings through it.

When I finally came down from my high, his shadows released me and he pulled out. I felt his release combined with mine dripping down my thighs.

I couldn't move. My eyelids fluttered and my core was sore and dripping. I let out a satisfied sigh as Az lay next to me. I curled up at his side.

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[slytherinboysvip]

Tom Riddle x Reader Smut

My first nsfw post on here 😈🙏 hopefully you enjoy;)

(Summary: No plot just smuty smut smut smut

(Warnings: Mature/Nsfw, unprotected p in v, dom/sub dynamic, dom tom, degrading, rough sex, cream pie)

(I listened to this song on repeat whilst writing, so I assume it should fit this well)

You walked into Tom’s dorm, no underwear on under your skirt. You wanted to tease Tom, he always managed to seem so nonchalant about everything; it drove you crazy. But the second he showed his dominant demeanor it caused you to fold into his touch immediately “You’re here quite late, I’m assuming your intentions are not for the faint of heart” He smirked slightly, pulling you by the waist into a deep kiss.

His tongue began to explore your mouth, occasionally biting down onto your tongue and lower lip, making you moan slightly. “Keep making those noises and I won’t be able to control myself doll.”

“Then don’t.”

The second those words left your mouth his lips attached themselves to your neck, your head leaning back exposing it more. Wet sloppy kisses, and hickeys were being scattered across it as he made sure to mark up every inch.

His right hand began to explore your waist, slowly moving down, rubbing up and down your thigh teasingly. “Tom, please.” You needed him to touch you. You craved it. “Beg.”

You sucked up your pride and gave in, the feeling of submission flooding over you. “Please Sir. Please fucking touch me, I need you.” You were helpless, a needy mess all for him, and he knew it. He fucking loved it.

You felt his fingers rub against your folds, causing you to gasp at the sudden friction. “Naughty girl. No underwear? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were just begging for another guy to fuck you, walking to my dorm without underwear like a fucking whore.”

Before you could respond he plunged two fingers deep into you without warning, your body folded over upon instinct and he catches you, still not stopping. “Fucking beg for me.”

You were already struggling to speak, his pace quickening everytime you opened your mouth. “Please mm fuck me Sir, please I need your dick please.” You pleaded through moans, barely able to look him in the eyes.

“Remember, you asked for this.” He grabbed you by the neck and threw you onto the bed, your back down. He yanked you by the foot to the edge of the bed and began to undress you. Your top was the first to go, revealing a new black lace bra.

You thought he’d admire it, however he ripped that off in the same fashion as your shirt, discarding it to an unknown area of the room. He yanked down your skirt and just stared at you for a moment before he undressed himself.

“Come get my cock wet whore.”

You wasted no time, you grabbed his dick and began to pump it slowly, putting it in your mouth and sucking slightly trying to take it all. Without warning Tom shoves your head down, making you gag immediately “We both know you can take all of me” His voice was deep and raspy, making your core ache, needing him more.

“Please fuck me” You looked up at him, still jerking him off. “Fine then, but I’m showing no mercy.” .. “Okay sir” .. “You know the safe word, yes?” .. “Yes, now please just fucking fuck me”

Before you could even finish your sentence he slammed into you, instantly starting a consistent pace; fast and hard.

“I want everyone to know who you belong to, so no fucking hiding your moans, understood?” His pace was relentless, constantly hitting your most sensitive areas. He could so easily drive you over the edge.

“Yes.. I understand, fuckk” You couldn’t hold in your moans even if you tried. He was hitting all the right places, all the while making eye contact. The way his eyes slightly rolled back as he rolled his neck letting out a deep moan drove you crazy.

His pace quickened even more, which you didn’t even think was possible, your moans filled the room and you were sure all of Hogwarts could hear you but you couldn’t care any less in this moment.

“Fuck, fuck, I need to cum can I please cum” You begged, he didn’t tell you to but you knew better than to cum without permission. “Cum for me, but I’m definitely not done with you yet.” He pounded harder, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Your body was shaking, you were a mess. However he didn’t stop, just as he said. He continued to abuse your pussy, slamming into you endlessly.

“Tell me who you fucking belong to, slut.” He pulled out, flipping you over and slamming right back into you, continuing his previous pace. In this new position it felt like he was hitting all new places, you forgot to respond.

A hard slap landed across your lap, causing a shrieking moan to come from you, it stung terribly, especially where his ringed finger hit. “I fucking told you do tell me who you belong to” He pounded, and pounded your words being swallowed by moans. “YOU FUCK I BELONG TO YOU TOM”

At this point your vice became hoarse from your screaming moans. You could barely hold yourself up as he showed you no mercy. “Does my whore want my cum” His pace started to get sloppier signaling he was close. “Please, I need your cum so bad. Please sir” Your words came out between moans.

“I’m gonna fucking fill you up like the cum dump you are Y/n” He pounded harshly into you a few more times, before cumming with deep long strokes, his cum completely filling you up. You could feel the sudden warmth of it, and it made your brain fuzzy.

HOW WAS THAT 🤔🤔 PLS LMK IF YOU LIKED IT!

[pipsqueakparker]

hey, how y’all doing, i been thinking about blitzø and fizz again 😌 (over the past 2 years I’ve rekindled 2 really important friendships after major falling outs - it lends to a lot of my blitzfizz feelings..)

what if it’s actually almost too easy for them to fall back into how they were before the fire? 15 years is a long time, the fire was a huge trauma for them both… but are they really that different? at their core? especially when they’re with each other? they’re both surprised by it, too.

but one day they decided to watch some bullshit on voxflix & they’re huddled together on the couch in fizz & oz’s huge fucking lounge, watching this huge fucking tv, and it’s all a little bizarre because the last time they watched something together they were huddled over a phone screen, tucked away from prying eyes (ie Cash) somewhere in the back of the tent. now they’re in their 30s, sharing a luxuriously soft blanket that probably cost more than their circus tent, but fizz’s head just naturally falls onto Blitz’s shoulder just like it did when they were 16 - and everything fell away except for the teenage versions of themselves just happy to be together again.

fizz has never been touchy save for with very few people, and that really only got worse with time and fame and Mammon - the first time blitz casually put his arm around him, he expected to feel like crawling out of his skin, but the gesture was so warm and so familiar and so comfortable he immediately sank right into blitz’s side.

they had a rhythm to their friendship, they could reach other with a single look - they had to, growing up there was so much they couldn’t say out loud, but they both understood. the looks are the same, even if they don’t know the specifics anymore. fizz recognizes the lines under blitz’s eyes, the slightly downturned corner of his mouth, the way his smile doesn’t reach his eyes - these were once tells of a fight with Cash, bad news about Mama Buckzo, or some other bullshit that Blitz didn’t deserve. it’s the same for fizz, blitz still knows when he’s uncomfortable by the way his tail winds around his ankles, knows he needs a distraction by the way his voice wavers. neither of them even notice how much they’ve pavlov’d themselves to the others needs until blitz starts complaining about something - fizz isn’t even fully listening, but he hears the shift in blitz’s tone, and he immediately wraps his arms around blitz, his tail winding around blitz’s own, and it stops blitz mid-sentence.

“what are you doing?”

“..hugging you.”

“why”

“… it sounded like you needed it?”

and ofc, he did. fizz always knew. fizz would always know.

and their moments alone are probably the easiest because they could just pretend they’re young again, pre-fire, pre-fall out, pre-everything going wrong.

and blitz can hold fizz close and pretend that this was how things worked out actually, that he never caused the fire and they did get to keep growing up together, and this was the future they deserved.

and fizz would soak up the casual affection & attention - not that he didn’t get enough from ozzie, not that he feels like he’s missing anything from his relationship with ozzie… but blitz was everything to him once, the first person to ever hold him like this, the first person to know him. no matter what, blitz was the first friend fizz ever had and the first man fizz ever loved. and it’s so easy to remember what it was like when they were together. and maybe half of the thrill was that they were sneaking around and trying to be subtle,

but the other half was that blitz understood fizz on such a deep & intimate level it felt like no one would ever understand him that way again.

and honestly no one has. because blitz doesn’t have expectations, he never did. fizz was never a commodity to him. and he knows ozzie doesn’t see him that way, but it’s hard not to feel it. it’s hard not to think about whether he’s actually worthy of ozzie’s love & time - but he never felt that way with blitz. there was no question, they were on equal footing from the beginning, just two traumatized circus kids. and it’s just nice to just be.

anyway i hope them becoming friends again is as healing as it can be for them.

also in my personal hc, fizz is very open about all of this with ozzie, and ozzie does his best to understand - they don’t play any jealousy games.

[annabethy]

aurora // a 'tis the damn season au

Percy and Annabeth had something real. They fell in love somewhere between bookstore kittens and vintage novels with pages tinted yellow with time, and they were happy. It's rare, finding the type of love they did. It's even more rare making it last. (Chapter 7/8) | Read on AO3

“Fuck.”

Of course this is her luck. 

Annabeth wiggles the doorknob again, and when it doesn’t give, a few more choice words slip from her mouth. She’d be more concerned if there was anyone around to actually hear it, but there isn’t. That’s the exact predicament she finds herself in. 

It’s cold outside, which isn’t unusual, but after twenty minutes standing locked out of her own father’s house, it starts to slowly burn, like dry ice on bare skin. It’s not so late that it would be unusual for a family to still be awake, especially during the holidays when people are traveling all over, so she’s half convinced they’re watching her through the security cameras and laughing at her. 

Annabeth wipes her nose on the sleeve of her coat, pushing the discomfort of the raw skin to the back of her mind, and thinks, yeah, this was definitely intentional. 

She’d try to pinpoint why she’d be intentionally locked out, but the reality is that it could’ve been any number of things. The reality is also that it probably isn’t actually intentional because even her family, twisted as they are, wouldn’t want a premeditated murder hanging over their heads. She’s just bitter enough, though, to pretend they are that bad, and she decides that tonight’s predicament is entirely because they found out she spent the night with Percy after ditching the Christmas party. 

It’s also entirely possible that the door was locked the night before too, and she just hadn’t noticed. 

She’ll give herself a pass if that had been the case, because spending time with Percy was definitely worth it. It had been… just like old times. She hadn’t expected it to feel that way while she sat in his passenger seat and followed him through the neighborhood stores for discount lights and cheap chocolate flavored candy. 

They’d parted ways hours before, Annabeth choosing to spend some time with Piper. She’d promised herself she’d give him some space, as fun as the day was, because it wasn’t fair to keep bothering him and letting him steal kisses between the tinsel and candy canes when she’d be leaving soon enough, putting them in the exact same situation they experienced before. She chose to lean upon the memories of the past few days for company instead of making new plans, but now the cold is freezing her to the core, and it’s not like her own parents are going to be the ones to save her when she rings the doorbell for the sixth time.

Her eyes lock onto the front door. From the outside, it would look like she was examining the intricate designs on the surface, but the reality is she’s wondering just how humiliated she’s going to be calling Percy again so soon in the middle of the night to help her out.

The answer is: a lot.

“You’re definitely the only person I would do this for,” Percy says as he unlocks the bookstore for her.

There’s a lot that goes unsaid in that sentence, and a lot that’s implied. Words are louder than actions though, so when he’d picked up on the fourth ring and hadn’t hesitated to haul himself out of bed to come get her, he didn’t need to say anything for her to read between the lines. 

Annabeth slips through the door quietly, eyes adjusting to the darkness as she awkwardly slides off her coat. He flicks the light on, and it takes a few more uncomfortable blinks for her eyes to stop burning. 

A bout of deja vu slams into her as she remembers the last time they were here after hours. It had been forever ago, back when they were still in high school. She’d decided to accompany him to work after classes ended, and it was soon after she gave the cat a home in the bookstore, so she was perfectly content to stay there the entire night. Turns out when there’s a pretty girl and no parental supervision, he was perfectly content too. They lost track of time, and when midnight rolled around and the alarms still hadn’t been set for the night, Percy’s mother had figured she better roll around to see what was up.

Poor girl showed up to find them in quite a predicament, fooling around in the back rooms. 

She wonders if Sally ever recovered from that. Annabeth should’ve gifted her bleach that Christmas. 

“You okay?”

Percy’s voice is gentle, and it reminds her of a breeze at night, soft and slow as though to not startle her. Airy as the snow lining the ground at dawn.

“Yeah,” she breathes, turning to him. “Just remembered something kind of funny.”

“Well, don’t keep it to yourself.”

“I am not telling you,” she says, but the slight smile gives away the general direction of her thoughts. “No way.”

“What else are we supposed to do? Who knows when your dad is going to let you back in.”

“Could be all night,” she says seriously. 

“I’m really hoping not.”

“You’re telling me you’re not cherishing this time?”

“If it weren’t the middle of the night, sure. I’m tired.”

Annabeth rolls her eyes and chooses that moment to move further in and set her coat onto the wooden countertop. It’s loud in the silence, just like the unsaid words. “Go home. I’ll be fine by myself.”

“Not a chance.”

“Because you’re just so heartwarming and kind, right?” Her voice falls flat.

“More like I don’t trust you won’t rob this place dry.”

“Oh, you’re right.”

“It’s the lit major in you.” He laughs at his own words like it’s the funniest joke he’s heard in a bit. “I’d bring you back with me so you could get some sleep, but it’s been a long night with Estelle, and I’d feel bad not asking my mom first—”

“You don’t have to explain,” she says. “This is more than enough.”

He joins her at the counter, putting his weight onto his elbows. They’re close, but not close enough for it to be considered intimate, which is for the best. From the moment she saw him, she’d been unable to forget the warmth of his embrace and the feeling of his lips on her skin. Any closer and they might find themselves in a similar situation to the past. “It’s not a bad thing, though. This is practically your dream.”

“Being locked out of my house with no company except you.”

“You could be less disgusted about the me part.”

“I really can’t.”

Percy snorts. “Alright.”

“You’re right about the book part, though. It’s not the worst.”

“Are you still a poetry type?”

“It’s not my focus, but I still love it.” He doesn’t wait for her to stop talking before he’s already weaving between the aisles. She watches in amusement as he almost trips over the cat they dropped off between errands who darts out from beneath a shelf, and when he’s analyzing a few books before picking one out, she asks, “Why?”

“Well,” he starts as he turns back toward her, waving an unfamiliar book at her. “Since you left, I’ve gotten more into poetry myself. It’s not that bad once you really get into it.”

“I’ve been telling you that since we’ve met.”

“Yeah, well, I was stubborn.” He shrugs and comes back to her to place the book in front of her. It’s a collection of poetry, which isn’t unusual. The book, though, seems old but in good condition, like it’s been carefully preserved for years, waiting for the right person to come along and run the ridges of their fingers over each individual page, to get to know the experiences of the poets before them. 

“Any suggestions?” she asks as he turns to a specific page. 

“I’ve been more into Robert Frost since you left,” he says, looking up at her for a moment. “Have you read Out, out? It’s kind of tied into Shakespeare too.”

Annabeth kind of wants to kiss him. Of course he’d get more into poetry after she’s gone, but she also wouldn’t doubt he did it because she was gone. It makes her smile, and she’d kiss him for real, if his attention hadn’t returned to the book, reminding her of the situation at hand. They’re only here because she has nowhere to go. 

She’s definitely read that poem before when she was, like, five, but to humor him, she tells him she hasn’t. 

“You’ve done your homework,” she comments.

He flips to another page. “I’ve had six years.”

The way he says it makes her feel like he always intended to tell her about poetry after she left. Like he always intended for her to return home to him, if only for a weekend. Like he had this waiting, preserved for her because he somehow knew she would come back before even she knew. 

A moment of guilt takes over thinking of Percy holding onto that for her, no end in sight but hoping he’d find a way to give it to her. It reminds her of a child waiting hopelessly for something that would never come.

“Anyway,” he says, and he’s onto another page. “I’d recommend this one, if you ever get the time.”

“How much is it?”

He gives her a bored look that reads, Really?

“What?”

“It’s insulting you think I would make you pay for it.”

Half of Annabeth wants to argue.

There’s a smaller part of her that thinks there’s meaning behind it.

“Do you just give out books to all the girls who walk in?”

“Only the ones that deserve it.”

“And are there a lot of those?”

Percy winks. “A few.”

Annabeth smiles and snatches the book from him. “Give me that.”

“I don’t actually give books away unless it’s for a little kid without money or something, but the other day, Drew of all people walked in. I half thought she couldn’t read, so imagine my surprise when she tried to flirt with me to get me to give her a few free books.”

“Did it work?”

“I mean. I did give her the books just to get her off my back, but the flirting? Not so much.”

“She’s just going to come back for more now.”

“That’s when I hide.”

Annabeth shakes her head at him, biting her lower lip. She wishes she could analyze him like she does everything else in life, pastel highlighters streaking across the important points, writing in the margins the things she loves. “Look at you. A neighborhood gossip.”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re above a little gossip.”

“Depends on who it’s about.”

“Anyone you want. I have the scoop on just about everyone we went to high school with.”

“God.”

“You mean you don’t want to hear about the adventures of Drew Tanaka?”

“I can never escape her, can I?”

“Probably not,” he agrees. “I swear for as much as she says she hates you, she tries so hard to be you.”

Annabeth laughs. “Does she really?”

“She does! She acts like she’s obsessed with books and poetry, but I know for a fact that she hasn’t opened a single one of those books she stole from me.”

“You said you gave them to her,” she points out.

“Against my will,” he says. “I was flirted with.”

“Seemed voluntary to me.”

“You would do it too if Drew was five inches from your face.”

Annabeth stifles a laugh into a cough. 

“But seriously, she’s obsessed with you. You become a writer, and suddenly she’s a writer. She’s been trying to hop on me ever since we broke up too.”

“Should’ve taken her up on it.”

“Funny.”

“Anything else happen with Tanaka?”

“She’s just insufferable as always,” he says. “Sure you saw that a few days ago.”

“I definitely did.”

“Someone did start a rumor that she was pregnant, though. Says they saw her with a big ol’ bump and that she’s hiding the baby in the basement for the child support money.”

“That’s…” Annabeth blinks. “Wow.”

“I know. Crazy, right?” Percy straightens with a smirk on his face, like this whole situation amuses him. “Anyway, I’d get a restraining order against her before she tries to peel your skin from you and step inside it.”

“Have you considered that she might enjoy poetry?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Annabeth, no one enjoys poetry.”

“I thought you did.”

He smiles. “Did I say that?” 

Annabeth laughs. “Any more gossip for me?”

“Leo from chemistry went to jail because he started a fire. Heard rumors that Jason’s dead.” 

“That can’t be true. Piper would’ve said so.” 

They trail into silence, and she lets herself look him over, any shame lost to the late hours. She really must’ve pulled him out of bed, and she’d feel bad, really, if it weren’t for the look on his face like there’s nowhere he’d rather be.

“What about you?” The green of his eyes seem darker. “Any gossip for me?”

“Just a bit,” she says, and for a moment, it doesn’t hurt as much when she thinks of where she came from. She’s not sure what’s changed. “You know, in LA, I have a friend. Connor. He’s kind of like Drew.”

Percy snickers. “Uh-oh.”

“Not like that,” she laughs. “He tried to be something that wasn’t really him. He hated poetry, but he used to research poems anyway and try to make sense of it. He was awful at it—he’d be a terrible poet—but it was sweet.”

It hurts less. 

Something tells her it’s because of the person standing next to her.

He’s silent, analyzing her face, and she thinks he recognizes the name. She’d never admitted it to him, but it was never a secret. He’s smart enough to ask around, to know where she’s been, who she’s been with. His gentle eyes tell her he knows.

“What happened with that, anyway?”

“With what?”

He tilts his head, and the dim lights seem to get darker. It’s like teetering on a tightrope, only one direction to go. The thing is…she wants to go there. She wants to tell him what she never thought she could tell the person she once loved. The person she still loves. She just doesn’t know how.

He smiles, and it’s not hurt that flashes in his eyes. 

“I think we both know Connor was more than a friend.”

Somehow, when he’s the one to say it, it’s more difficult to look him in the eyes. It’s like she’s done something wrong, even if she didn’t. She thinks it’s because they took a path they weren’t supposed to. Her and Connor were never supposed to happen, just as she was never meant to leave. 

What happened to that?

He proposed. She said no. She said she wasn’t ready, and maybe it had been the truth. At the time, she thought it was. She’s not so sure anymore.

Now, in the bookstore with a cat hiding in the shadows, with Annabeth standing painfully in his line of sight, she can’t admit the real reason she said no.

“He wanted a wife. I just wasn’t ready.”

He doesn’t believe her. 

She sees it in his stance, in the tension in his shoulders, in the look of disappointment flashes through him, in the way he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, the way he doesn’t do anything at all, except stare directly at her. 

His fingers find their way to the book, tracing over the leather spine. He feels the dip of the letters, the divots and creases, and it feels a lot like his fingers are on her, turning her in circles, analyzing her every move like he’s the poet and she’s the muse. He picks apart what she says, what she doesn’t say, what’s true, and what isn’t. 

“You have something to say,” Annabeth challenges. Her fingers twitch towards the book, but she lets him have it. “Say it.”

“I don’t have anything to say.”

But he does. 

There are six years worth of words to say. It’s a question of who’s going to say those words first.

“Yes, you do,” Annabeth says, frustrated. “Say it.”

“Annabeth, please.”

Her name, her name— 

His lips, and her name. That’s how they belong. 

Percy sighs and catches her eyes. “The way you talk about Connor. You say that you weren’t ready to marry him, and that’s why you broke up.”

“It was,” but she knows that’s not the truth. 

The truth is something complex, lying on the road not taken. 

His eyes dart around the room, like he’s scared to look at her now, or like he’s scared of what she’s going to say next. Eventually, they find their way back to her, and he looks her up and down in the dim light in a way he hasn’t done since long before she left, when they were still in love, when they didn’t know that they’d be here six years later, familiar as strangers. 

“You say that, but you’re sitting here in my bookstore telling me about how great he was, and how he read you poetry he couldn’t understand just because he was doing it for you.”

She swallows.

“You’re telling me he did everything right.”

“He did.”

“It just makes me wonder,” he says, walking the tightrope.

As always, he’s always known her better than she’s known herself.

“Did you break up because you weren’t ready to be a wife, or because you weren’t ready to be his wife?”

[mememanufactorum]

Armored Core 6 sentence starters

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"Forged in ash, we stand as one!"

"It's just a job. All of it."

"Damn it! I can't die like this!"

"I... I just... I just wanted a callsign of my own..."

"Remember who you're messing with."

"You? You're just going to be tagging along on ass-wiping duty."

"Who gives a shit. We'll handle this mission ourselves."

"Why don't you start a sewing club together... and stitch that damn mouth of yours shut?!"

"Can't say I considered you a pro either."

"Tch... Does this guy ever shut up?"

"No luck with the sewing club, I see."

"You got lucky, merc. You were the only warm body they could find."

"Have fun watching from the sidelines."

"Know your place, you meager dog sitter."

"I think I'll enjoy doing business with you."

"Do try not to die like a dog out there."

"You're fast—guess you're sharper than they say. I'll have to step up my own game."

"The higher-ups are going to remember you now, that's for sure. As will I."

"Believe you me, I'm gonna put you to work!"

"Pitiful dog. I feel sorry for you, I really do. You may have survived a little longer, if only you had a different master."

"I hear you make fine hounds with the right training. Shame you'll have to die here."

"I'm fairly adept at analyzing systems— and manipulating them too."

"Can't get good help these days, can you? Would've been cheaper to just hire you instead!"

"It's been miserable knowing you, but... I guess playing nice is the smart choice here."

"They might be a pack of dumb animals, but at least they know quality workmanship."

"Anyway, you know the score. You made this mess, now you get to clean it up. Well, technically, I'm asking you to make a whole new mess... Ah, whatever. You know what to do."

"Guess I was right to pick you for the job."

"Well, I guess a dog can't choose it's master... But, still... Tough luck. I feel sorry for you, I really do."

"Looks like you ruffled some feathers."

"If you ask me, they're counting their eggs before they're hatched."

"I want you to be a walking advertisement for opportunities in destruction."

"You're not their mascot. Just focus on getting the job done."

"I'm sure our paymasters planned for that too. They got their 'walking advertisement' alright."

"I knew you could do it, buddy. I've got my eye on you."

"S-Stop that! How dare you attack me with my back turned?!"

"I don't know who put you up to this, but clearly you need to be disciplined!"

"I asked you a question! Don't you have any manners?!"

"You need discipline!"

"You've got skills... Shame you don't put them to good use."

"What?! Wh-Who are you?! Stop right there! How dare you pretend to be one of my own...!"

"Let me go, and you'll still come out on top... Understand?"

"You're quick on the uptake, aren't you? Splendid."

"You're not like those savages. Keep up the good work."

"Death and dishonor... Such is the oathbreaker's due."

"Heed me, oathbreaker... Treachery benefits none."

"That was certainly an adventure."

"Stubborn to the last... You don't know what's good for you."

"I have a question. The way you dealt with him— did [name] teach you that?"

"Some of us were worried that the enemy might have won you over. But it seems we can trust you after all. Glad to be on the same side."

"Must you always put your life on the line?"

"That's one way to light a fire under your ass— keep it alive for the next field trip."

"I'd say this calls for fireworks— and I've got something that'll blow them away."

"The anticipation's half the fun. We want our guests to enjoy this."

"...Looks like I was a little off. Well, close enough is good enough for me."

"You again? I'm a busy man. Far too busy for the likes of you."

"You're going to need more pawns on the board."

"...Of course. You're here to hawk your services again."

"You're a survivor, no doubt."

"You will be under my direct authority. Consider it a rare privilege."

"Looks like you're doing just fine, buddy."

"It's time to pay the piper."

"I've got your back, buddy. Hope you've got mine."

"Nice work, buddy. Glad you're on my side."

"It's a delight to enjoy the company of a visitor from so far away."

"Here's to new beginnings...! By all means, be my guest."

"A new friend from afar, just for me... What joy! Be still, my beating heart!"

"I'm waiting for you, friend... Fidgeting anxiously before the big dance. I do hope I'll keep up... But the anticipation is part of the fun."

"I've done my best to welcome you. I do hope you'll enjoy your stay, friend..."

"Don't forget, the guy's a rat. This won't be smooth sailing."

"Please! I wanted to surprise you, friend!"

"You've introduced me to such wonderful people! Wonderful things..."

"Let's trip the light fantastic, friend!"

"I'm starting to feel confused... It'd help if you could shut him up."

"Why, friend... This is a gift... Thank you..."

"Looks like he's dead. Good."

"Let's see how far they can fly... On borrowed wings."

"We will see if you can do it justice."

"Either way, you'll never spread your wings... At least not yet."

"A Raven is a symbol of resolve. The will to choose what one fights for."

"All right, we'll watch this one. See where they go on a Raven's wings."

"You're a famous mercenary now. Time to act like one."

"Tell you what, I'll watch and let you know how badly that goes for us."

"You can leave that to me. I know a thing or two about sharpshooting."

"A ragtag crew like this needs leadership."

"I know just the volunteer to go poke that beast with a stick."

"It's not every day you see competing forces working together like this."

"Act like a professional outfit and you might live."

"Who does that creep think he is? I ain't here because I want to be."

"Enjoy the show— and don't forget to smile."

"You don't gotta tell me. I ain't going down with you fools."

"I won't miss."

"That freak actually did it..."

"Did what, the bare minimum? This is just the first hurdle."

"Finally, someone with their head screwed on straight. Ever thought about switching sides?"

"You beg for your mother, we'll give you another!"

"It'll all be over once your sorry ass is dead!"

"I know you're laughing at me! What makes YOU so special?!"

"As if you hardly need help from me. When'd you get so good at exploring?"

"You can go home now— or follow me if you've got a death wish!"

"Go multiply your rifle training and see if you can learn to do something useful."

"Are we doomed to spark conflict wherever we go?"

"Figures. Seems both of us are too dangerous to keep around. And the higher-ups wouldn't miss an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone."

"So, buddy. Who needs you?"

"I don't want to dance to their tune, but this time, I don't have any other choice."

"You never change. You're not afraid to die... Or to kill."

"This has been a real eye-opener. You're strong—a threat...!"

"You're sharp... But that's not the only thing that makes you dangerous."

"I've fought alongside you several times but I never could figure you out."

"Tell me, buddy. What drives you?"

"Never failed to impress... But this isn't over yet."

"There's no graver threat than power without purpose!"

"Once something's alive, it doesn't die easy."

"I'll be well-rewarded when I bring them your head on a silver platter."

"I'll see that the unruly dog is punished and brought to heel. Oh, and of course, let's not forget the hound's master, either."

"This isn't an order—it's a legacy. My fallen friends entrusted this duty to me... And now it's my turn to hand it on."

"Feed the fire. Let the last cinders burn."

"I have one last job for you: Find your freedom."

"Been a while, tourist. Good to see you're still kicking."

"He asked me to look after you. Don't mind if I do."

"I don't just design weapons, you know. You'll see what I mean."

"Looks like they're falling over each other to get your autograph."

"You've been working like a dog... Must be [name]'s influence. Guy's a real slave driver."

"Where do they even find all these people?!"

"Seems they weren't so trivial after all."

"Let's get this trash out of the way first."

"You seem like you've lost someone too. Hope I'm just imagining things."

"Time to do or die. Let's get our laughs while we can."

"Hope you don't mind a little friendly competition."

"Yikes, tourist. Looks like they want you dead first. Tough break. It's not easy being popular."

"Looks like all your fans are dying to see you."

"Oh, we're serious. Right, tourist? Thing is, the serious ones die first— so we should at least pretend to be having fun."

"Someone has to put an end to this injustice!"

"Where did this... Resolve come from? You must have chosen something... Sacrificed something... You found your purpose... Didn't you, buddy?!"

"Always were at your best under pressure, buddy. But this ends here and now!"

"Must be heavy... This purpose you found. You've finally shown me who you are... It's too late now— but it didn't have to be this way!"

"Do him a favor, tourist. Remember him."

"You know... For a tourist, you've got a sense of humor."

"I saw the potential for our future within you. You and I... Could have walked together."

"You are strong. Dangerous. I... Will hold nothing back."

"I realize what you are... The spark of war..."

"I won't let you... Your fire must die!"

"You chose to carry our burden and right the wrongs of our past. I'm sorry... And I'm grateful."

"There's nothing left to bind you. Whatever choices you make now... I just hope you find your true potential."

"I'm not taking any more of your shit!"

"So you got a nice punch in, meh. Go buy a lottery ticket."

"They've called in backup. Shall we step outside and say hello?"

"And here I thought I'd just make some extra scratch. Guess I can settle the score at the same time."

"It'll be peace and quiet when you're gone!"

"Damn it... I would've had you! Don't you dare think you've won!"

"You fight like a bird in flight. You may yet fly higher."

"The others are so used to fighting and shouting slogans that they've given up thinking."

"I don't know who you are but you're dead!"

"We need to stand on our own two feet. That's how we'll win."

"We're war buddies now. Maybe I'll find a comrade in you yet."

"I thought you'd run away with your tail between your legs... Back for more, are you?"

"You fools don't know your place. You don't know when you're beaten. You don't even know what's good for you!"

"How dare you bare your filthy fangs against me?!"

"Howl into the abyss, dog!"

"Will nothing stop you, pest?!"

"Let me tell you my motto, tourist: Get your laughs while you can."

"I don't know what you're up to, but you better make it worth it."

"Looks like you made a friend of your own. But it's good to make a choice. Sit on the fence and you make no enemies... Or friends."

"Hope you've got room for more... I've brought a full course meal."

"Never thought the plan would go so wrong... But it's good teaming up with you again. Couldn't have hoped for a better silver lining."

"You're out of luck. There's only one person who can keep up with me."

"You're not the mutt I thought you were. You're below that—you are vermin!"

"You took on my hopes... My selfish dream. Now, I want to see the future that you choose. Whatever waits ahead... I'll support you."

"Whatever works to get your name out there. That's the benefit of being independent."

"Whatever happens, handle it. Just like you always do."

"As much as I'd love to stop and chat... I'm afraid we're rather pressed for time."

"I'm okay... Still alive, at least. A little rest... And I'll pay 'em back."

"You're daring, I'll give you that. But I've fried bigger fish than you."

"Humanity assumed its current form to fight itself. To choose from infinite selections. That is the essence of the human race... And the key to biological evolution."

"Tired as I am... I'm not ready to die yet."

"Shovel down your bland rations. Slurp your coffee-flavored sludge. Sure, it sucks—but that's being human."

"Don't tell me you like it here."

"He may seem like a pessimist, but he lives for the way things are. A life that can't coexist with what we want."

"Maybe now... I'll get some sleep..."

"Something's... Changed since last time. But you still haven't found a purpose."

"A chain made of human links is easily broken."

"You always did work hard for me... Handled all my requests... And, yet."

"Now that the choice is made, we have to carry on. No matter what obstacles confront us."

"Sorry, but I'm not laughing this time."

"I don't care about the big plan. I just want that damn freelancer DEAD!"

"We will bring order to chaos."

"You want some of this. I'll give it to you..."

"I know how this goes. This is where that grit of yours kicks in.

"It was always so easy for you... What makes YOU special?"

"I always... Envied you. The freelancer... Who had it all..."

"Let's meet this new age... Together."

[giulzart]

Thought I'd share some of the stuff I wrote about Violet, art stuff will come soon but I've been busy irl 😖

For context these were Violet's thought after chosing to ride the bus together with Soft Violence.

Also for bonus Violet has a secret crush for Orion AND still is in love with Seven, no matter either route she's on

I'll put it under the cut so I can spare those not interested!

Violet munches down on Devyn's words while she hangs back, outside the bus they are now going to share with Soft Violence because she chose to. The choice should've been a hard one but in the end it really wasn't. Not even in the slightest. At least not for Velvet Solstice's lead singer. Violet had already made up her mind the moment the words started to leave the mouth of Viktor White.

Soft Violence.

No doubt. No further questions needed. Violet honestly thought it wasn't even something they had to ask. In her head it was the only option. She didn't even turn it into a vote as she would usually. Especially since it's a decision that will affect all of them. That will affect Velvet Solstice and their future as a band in this competition.

In the end Violet is selfish and she knows. She could pretend that she's doing it because she feels guilty for skipping the fight at the party - she does feel guilty - or because she knows Rowan is still visibly worked up about the whole situation. Without counting out all the allegations that came after, that hang over their heads like a guillotine. She's fucking pissed that someone would even think they don't deserve their spot. Violet is a liar but not a cheater.

Aren't they one and the same? Aren't you?

She casts away the thought quickly. Violet is no martyr, nor she has any wishes to be one. If she thought logically, choosing Soft Violence - Seven - in the long run is actually the worst decision ever. Yes, it's been years but the implications, the not-said linger in the air like a ticking bomb just waiting for a spark to go off. A kamikaze move that could jeopardize both their bands - Seven and hers - into the competion. She doesn't want that, no matter how much she pretends otherwise.

But again, Violet is a selfish creature at its core, so she chose like any of those pesky things do. The opportunity too delicious, too inviting to pass up. Not when it's been three years and four - maybe five - months since she last saw Seven Lawless in person. Or so she thinks. She stopped keeping the exact count after the first year and a half.

Violet can't dismiss that Seven's presence still haunts her today. In the faces of strangers that don't quite look like him at all, but her mind recognizes something of his to latch onto. Never quite right but similar enough. A shadow of him forever lives in between the walls of her second-floor apartment. In the old sheets that she washed and changed a thousand time, but still manage to startle her awake at night every now and then. Minty scent brushing against the nape of her neck. Thoughts of him are scattered in between the pages of her notebook. Angry and jagged sentences and regret and hurt marking the white paper. In the hollow space behind her ribcage that she still deals with to this day. A piece of her gone forever that he took for himself when he left her and the band behind.

She shudders at the thought. Right now she would just like to spend a couple of hours cooped up inside her bathtub, smoking and trying to untangle the mass that are her feelings. Her skin itches and she represses the urge of scratching it. Instead she presses her nails in her biceps, the sensation of the pressure taking her attention away. She kicks a lone peeble by her feet and watches as it scurries on the concreate. Violet hopes that it'll take away all the nasty mudding her head. It doesn't. Of course it doesn't.

She looks up at her reflection in the bus' windows. The blue of her eyes clouded, nervous. She's scared. Vulnerable. She hates beign this way and she looks away. Teeth worring on her bottom lip.

She can hear voices coming from inside so she looks back again. Violet barely makes out Orion's silhouette while Rowan is trying to fist-bump his shoulder. Iris snikers and Devyn and August politely try to stiffle their laughters. She lets out a sigh of relief. The tension in her shoulder lessening as she lowers her arms by her side. She'll never admit it out loud but thank god Orion came when he did. He's been a constant for the band - for her - ever since. She's quite sure that her manager will never understand the extent of the gratefullness she feels towards him. Just as much the same she feels for her friends. Her true family.

She looks down at her feet, her new vinyl boots shining in her face. Her mouth twists as thoughts run around like a carousel in her mind. The beginning of a headache already building in the back of her head. The unpleasant pulsing behind her eyes a familiar sign.

You better not fuck this one up, Violet.

She takes one more breath, rolls her shoulder and straightnes her back. She's finally gaining back her control. Violet slips her practised mask back one as she starts to make her way into the bus. A stray thought crossing her mind when she catches the familiar sight of a red bandana further back.

This tour is such a bad idea.

[mistralxsoul]

Even if Flynn wanted to protest the sudden hug, he wouldn’t have been able to get the words out, even if he tried. Not that he wanted to protest. He never ever wanted to protest being this close to Yuri, being held in his arms like this. If he ever protested, he needed to be locked up because chances are that it was someone pretending to be him. His voice had completely died out and his face was hot from just how much Yuri’s confession struck deep into his core. 

Flynn hadn’t meant for the words ‘I love you’ to slip out of him as he scrambled to react to Yuri’s words that had practically took his breath away but even if he hadn’t meant to say those three words so soon (really, he thought he had more self control than that) he still couldn’t bring himself to regret them or would he ever take them back.

Still, he wondered when exactly he had fallen in love with Yuri. It seemed like one day he just knew but it had to have been a gradual occurrence, right? He remembered knowing that he loved Yuri after he had left the knights (and wasn’t that a heartbreaking revelation to have during such a time?) and thinking back, he could tell that the boy had been crushing on Yuri when they were teenagers too. All too often when Yuri clung onto him or leaned in close, or put a hand on his waist… Flynn had just wanted to lean in and kiss him or hold him and just never let go. 

Had it been when he was a teenager? But… even as a child, Flynn couldn’t deny how intrigued Yuri had made him. Despite the fact that Flynn desperately wanted to close himself off and to never have to interact with anyone… there was something about Yuri that nagged at his mind. The young boy was strange but clearly had a big heart and… at the time, Flynn wondered if maybe he was jealous by how open Yuri seemed to be with the others in the Lower Quarter. And maybe a part of him still was but… there was definitely something else to it. 

Maybe it wasn’t love but Yuri definitely had his attention from day one and had never once lost it, even when he and Yuri were butting heads in the knights. Everyday for fifteen years, Yuri had crossed his mind and stayed in his thoughts that the idea of not having Yuri around might as well sign Flynn’s own death sentence. He couldn’t imagine his life without the other. 

In a way, maybe becoming too dependent on each other wasn’t entirely a good thing but if it was bad, then maybe Flynn would simply ignore it. Yuri was his other half, plain and simple. Nothing– Absolutely nothing was going to change that. Nothing could come between that. Not if Flynn could physically help it. 

And so, Flynn said it again. “I love you. I don’t… I don’t think there’s been a day that’s gone by where you haven’t been on my mind.” His voice is quite as he shoves his face into the skin of Yuri’s neck, still hiding his eyes from his partner because he just needed a minute to get his racing thoughts back under control. His arms slide around Yuri’s waist, squeezing him gently as he holds the other in the embrace. 

He holds the other for a few short moments as he manages to get himself calmed down enough to risk looking back up to Yuri and even then, he can’t stop himself from leaning in close to leave  a quick peck on his lover’s lips. His smile is back, warm and inviting but the red on his cheeks remain as his eyes dart away in embarrassment. There is a moment of hesitation before he continues speaking. 

“If you want me to keep this from Karol for now, you should be careful when it comes to saying stuff like that.” Flynn warns, tone wavering but there is a hint of teasing in his voice as he looks back up to Yuri. Amusement shines in his eyes as his mouth tilts up into a smirk. “If you keep saying such romantic things to me, Yuri Lowell, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you. And unfortunately, I think that would be a dead giveaway to Karol, right?”

It was a joke, he told himself. And it technically was. But at the same time, with how his heart was practically beating from his chest, he wasn’t sure just how much longer that statement was going to remain a joke. Because, in full honesty, Yuri had a tendency of making him feel like he was going completely crazy. 

Still, to make sure he didn’t completely overload the poor man, Flynn does laugh a little as he pulls back from the hug just enough to give him space. “I’m kidding, of course. I’m capable of being on my best behavior.” 

He was practically the definition of a chivalrous knight, after all.

It was silly how those words made him stop walking and freeze up. They had just confessed to each other, but somehow this was a step up from that. What was even more silly about it was that he was pretty sure they both knew this was the direction of that. They both knew that meant this. Yuri knew that was exactly what he felt, and it wasn't like Flynn hadn't made it a point to express the same.

Somehow hearing it rephrased like this took the air right out of him for quite a few seconds though. Again; silly. It did make sense Flynn would say that. It did make sense Flynn would feel that way. Yuri had just established to himself it made sense. Maybe it was because Flynn had come so far from back when Yuri first started being there for him - had made something of himself - that made it difficult when compared to a (formerly? Currently? He really wasn't sure right now) depressed, isolated nobody.

As like before, Repede stopped in his tracks and turned to look at them. Yuri became aware of it quickly enough, sparing the poor pooch a look who had decided to walk back over to them and start walking around and nearby them. Better than sitting still, Yuri supposed. They'd already gotten distracted once like this, and Repede was a smart enough pup to pick up on shifts in mood and distractions. Poor guy was gonna have to get snacks from the store tomorrow for this.

Part of Yuri wished Flynn would look at him, and yet... the other part of him had no idea how to handle that right now. For how hot his face was, it probably wasn't even all that red. Rather, his heart was pounding instead. Until just tonight, Yuri had still been uncertain how to move forward with Flynn. How to stop looking back and wanting what they used to have. Now Flynn was... basically presenting both.

If Yuri could get out of that mindset that he wasn't good enough for Flynn, it would help a lot. Flynn's success in life had nothing to do with who they were together. Who they had always been. Why should Flynn be deprived of that? Even if Yuri didn't truly fully understand whatever appeal existed in him, Flynn saw it. Flynn had lost enough. Why should Yuri take himself from Flynn too just because he didn't understand what Flynn was seeing?

Not that he was going to reject him or his feelings. It was just a lot to wrap his mind around after he'd convinced himself for literal years that he was not good enough to be with Flynn anymore. He couldn't... do that anymore though. He was just going to end up hurting Flynn if he kept doing that. It didn't matter what he didn't understand, as long as Flynn was happy with this.

As much as Yuri felt fidgety, his body wasn't moving. His hands felt like they needed to be restless; like they needed to be messing with the hem of his shirt or something. Pulling at his sleeves. Messing with the collar part of his shirt. Anything. None of it was happening though, and his mind was doing all the restless motions.

Normally he danced around admissions. Normally he couldn't just come out and say he cared about something or someone. When did that even start...? When had he just... stopped being open about what was on his mind? As a child he may have been begrudging about admitting things, but he was better at it than he was even now. When he'd gotten a bit older, he'd gotten more honest. At some point he'd lost it all. As if honesty would just scare him off into some hole.

With Flynn it was like a fifty fifty shot of honesty. Usually that was in front of others though, because he could, for the most part, let his feelings out when alone with Flynn. They had been in fights all their lives and they were still here, right? They had managed to get this far despite that, right? Because... there was something there.

Quiet as his voice was, it was steady when he spoke up. "You are home to me, Flynn."

It wasn't an exaggeration. On his journey with people who were once strangers to him, even despite the fighting and the tension, Flynn was familiar. It was like taking a piece of home and bringing it with him. Sure, a lot of it was Alexei moving his pieces along his chess board, but they kept ending up in the same place. Always finding each other in the same places literally across the world.

At the time he acted about as normal about it as he could. Like it was just "oh hi, you're here too" and not the comfort of something completely familiar. Maybe it was because he knew Flynn had changed when they were in the knights that his attitude when Yuri met him at Nor wasn't too surprising. He knew they could get past that. When Flynn went along with the plan to break into Ragou's mansion, he knew the Flynn he'd grown up was still in there (and it did vaguely remind him that Flynn sneaked out with him and the other kids to get that water that day... It did sort of... feel like that).

Thinking of Flynn as anything else but natural to him didn't really seem possible at this point. There was, now that he thought about it, a reason the Lower Quarter kept seeing them as some sort of package deal. Anyone who was around when they were kids knew they did everything together. Shared everything. Spent a ton of time together. When Repede came into their lives, they raised him together. Looked after him and worried about him. Set any differences aside between them to take care of him when he needed attention and safety.

Yuri wanted things to be the way they had always been. They could still do that as they got older, right? Could still share everything, do as much as possible together, have each other's backs whenever they needed to, right? There was no actual reason not to beyond Yuri thinking their jobs and his lack of being somebody (which was a bit funny to consider, seeing as he was someone even Don Whitehorse respected and someone that even Commandant Alexei had on his radar...) was going to harm Flynn or his career.

For just a moment, he thought back to his own joking earlier. If it did all fall to ruin somehow, what if he did just run away with Flynn? That was silly too, right? That wouldn't happen. But it was still a sort of... failsafe for them. If everything else went to shit no matter how hard they tried to stay together and benefit society both, if society just wouldn't goddamn cooperate and tried to pull them apart, would he just let it? No... He would just choose Flynn. He would choose Flynn like he always had. If it really came down to it, could he actually consider a life with Flynn removed from it? No. He couldn't. His voice had wavered at Nordopolica that day for a reason.

Ah. Right. This would be easier than looking at him. God, why were they like this? He could only hope it would ease with time again (just like they had been before...). He pulled Flynn into a hug, momentarily dropping his head onto Flynn's shoulder, lifting his head back up with a light sigh. "I love you, Flynn. I think I always have." They could go back to being who they used to be together. What the hell was the world gonna do, stop them? Nah. It couldn't stop them as seven year old kids; what was it gonna do now? And he wasn't asking, because that was wholly rhetorical to the world.

[fantasy-on-parchment]

hi again i had another idea since tbona left a bunch of loose ends how about writing how you think the 3rd kiss will go...

Okay well, here’s the thing.

I actually don’t have any theories for the third kiss, because I think there’s so many different ways it could go. I mean I think we all know he’ll make her kiss him, or she’ll just go for it, but I don’t think I could really do justice to whatever Stephanie is thinking. I believe it’ll be a spur of the moment thing, probably built on action, but other than that…

I did however discover a plot hole in tbona… and some of you might not like hearing about it, but it does involve a kiss. Bc… if Jacks was gonna go back in time anyways… why not just… yk ;)

DISCLAIMER: I am using a specific scene from Stephanie Garber’s work, and obviously all characters and plot lines belong to her. I am simply putting a creative twist on a scene I loved.

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Any Other Way

Evangeline x Jacks

Summary and warning: closed-door smut, 18+, otherwise… find out for yourself :)

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“Little Fox, when I saw you, I thought—“

Jacks broke off before he finished the sentence, and Evangeline was left to wonder just what he might have worried about. Was he worried she was hurt? Or that she was with Apollo?

She didn’t get to ask as she was sat atop the twisted sheets, getting the first chance to really scan the room. Apple cores lie everywhere, along with torn maps and crumpled papers. Evangeline’s cheeks flushed, she got the sense maybe she wasn’t supposed to see this. It all felt so personal.

But then his fist was tugging at the nape of her neck, and with a whimper she looked up at him. He would always be beautiful, she realized, no matter how much agony he seemed to be in. His blue eyes flashed as they caught on the blood on her lips. It took everything in her not to project her thoughts and ask him to kiss her.

She wanted him to kiss her so badly, almost as much as she needed air to breathe it seemed. And the way he was staring at her mouth, well… maybe he thought the same.

“You’re still bleeding.” Was all the warning she got before he lowered his lips to hers and licked a line up the center of hers. It was slow, deliberate, and almost torturous the way Evangeline wanted to beg for more. She was still shaking with fear from the hands that had wrapped around her neck and yet— all she wanted was Jacks.

Another whimper escaped when he didn’t immediately pull away, keeping her close with his hand in her hair. She felt like she was watching him battle with himself, and she hoped-this once-he’d let his wants win.

But no. He pulled away and dropped her head. “I have to go.”

“No!” She pushed off the bed, landing in front of him and blocking his path. “What are you so afraid of? What is it?”

He looked at her, positively broken with the way his blue eyes gleamed, “Do you still want to know what the stones do when they’re together?”

Her breath seemed to leave her lungs in one final: “Yes.”

She watched him think it over and over, as if she could hear his thoughts when he wasn’t even projecting them. He stopped at his desk with another apple, “When the four stones are combined, a person has the power to return to any moment in their past. It can only be done once. Once the stones have been used for this purpose, they’ll never have the power to be used like this again.”

Something rolled in Evangeline’s stomach that this wasn’t right. Her heart twisted, as if knowing she was about to hear something she didn’t want to. But she had to know, “What moment do you want to return to?”

He didn’t look at her, “I want to return to the moment I met Donatella.”

There it was, there was her heart breaking. “The princess who stabbed you?”

He nodded, that was all she got. She couldn’t figure out how he was feeling. “Why would you want to go back to her?”

He still wouldn’t face her, “She was my one true love—I want another chance at that.”

No. That couldn’t be it. Evangeline had been with Jacks, and had never seen him bat an eye at the mention of the princess. “Why go to all this trouble for a girl you don’t love?”

Turning to her, he bit down hard on the apple, never taking his eyes off her until he dropped it back onto the desk, “This is a pointless argument,” he spat, “and you won’t remember this anyways.”

“Wha—why are you saying I won’t remember it…” but she knew, Evangeline knew that if Jacks went back in time and met Donatella all over again, he wouldn’t need Evangeline. They would never have this argument, would never have anything.

Unless he made it happen again, “Will we ever meet?” She asked after a long silence.

“No.” His face was stone.

“But… will you remember me?”

“Yes.” His arms were crossed, she didn’t bother trying to change his mind because she knew when a Fate set their heart on something—not even entire worlds could put an end to it.

“So… if none of this ever happened…” Evangeline took a deep breath as a sudden though fell upon her. Jacks wouldn’t like it, and she’d probably embarrass herself but… “Why haven’t you kissed me?”

She watched his eyebrows lift to his forehead, “Excuse me?” He coughed.

“You heard me,” She took a step closer, crowding him to his desk, “If everything will change, then kissing me wouldn’t really kill me because I will have never met you.”

Jacks smirked, but his eyes remained agonized, “That desperate, Little Fox? After all this time you still believe there’s any reality where this works?”

She kept her face neutral, shrugging as she scanned the room once more, “It doesn’t really matter does it?”

Silence fell, the world fell it seemed. It was just them, face to face, inches apart in the trashed room that didn’t even feel real at the moment. He tore his eyes between hers over and over before: “No.”

But she stopped him from sidestepping her, “You’re scared.”

“I am not.” His nostrils flared.

“You are. You’re scared of what could happen.” Evangeline laid her hands on his chest, pushing him against the desk once more. “But you should really be scared of walking out that door and forever regretting that you didn’t take this chance.”

She stared up at him with all the courage she’d mustered this last year. She took all the pain she’d felt, and all the times he’d healed her, and she let the intensity roll off her just as it was him. She watched him break behind blue eyes, watched his fists clench and unclench.

It was when his eyes landed on her lips again that her really broke.

And his fist found her hair again, his free hand landing on her waist. He twisted them, pushing her up against the desk before locking his mouth to hers and—

No, this was when everything fell away. Everything but the two of them as his hands found her thighs and lifted her up onto the desk. He tasted like apples and blood and felt like the most torturous happily ever after. He was smooth but rough. He didn’t bite her until she bled, but his fingers on her hips dug in until she knew she’d have bruises. His tongue slid against hers as he pulled her chest flush to his and she moaned. He was all strong muscle and smooth skin under his shirt.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling him hard between her legs. The sensation had her pulling away for air, dropping her head back with a call of his name. But he didn’t miss a beat, his tongue finding her neck and biting down, sucking bruises no doubt.

“Fates be damned Little Fox,” he groaned against her, “I’ve never told you how sweet you taste, have I?”

“Jacks—Jacks—“ Evangeline moved her hips, this was so much more than just a kiss.

“Yes, love?”

“Bed.”

There was a growl against her throat as he picked her up in his arms. With her chest against his, she felt his heart racing. He walked across the room, never taking his eyes off her, before he sat on the bed with her on top.

He tugged on her bodice, his fingers tracing the curves on her breasts. “Tell me how to get this off or I swear, Evangeline, I will cut it again.”

She pushed to stand up, “Laces in the back.” On wobbly legs, she turned around and lifted her hair for him to undo her dress.

His long fingers tugged and pulled and, the world seemed to come back to her. This was moving really fast but, she’d wanted it for so long. Maybe before she’d even known. And his kiss was smooth, worth dying for…

Dying…

Her dress loosened enough to fall to the floor, leaving her in just a beige slip as she turned back around.

His eyes reflected her thoughts, “Are you…”

“Still breathing.”

His cold hands went to grab hers, “You’re shaking.” He whispered, and she watched as tears welled in his eyes.

“I…” she laughed softly, “I really want you.”

He trailed up her slip, his hands following so he could pull her down with his own laugh. Or maybe it was a sob. Evangeline didn’t care, she was right there with him as he turned her onto her back.

His hand drifted under the slip, and she whimpered as it trailed up her stomach to squeeze her breasts, “Really?” Jacks asked.

Evangeline cupped his cheeks, pulling him down to her, “Don’t leave.” She whispered against his lips.

The evoked a true chuckle, “Trust me, Little Fox, I’m not going anywhere.”

The moment felt endearing, perfect as she stared up at him.

That was, until his fists took her slip and ripped it right down the middle as she squealed.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

[folkloreguk]

French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

[kimnjss]

"feels good, tiny?” | kth

⤑  series: kinda hot

⤑ pairing: campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader

⤑ genre: smut.

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 1.7K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: cursing, subtle dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, slight size kink, deep throat, riding, multiple orgasms, scratching... drooling and mentions of spit, cock warming, cum inside.

⤑ A/N: this is long overdo... nd i highkey forgot abt it that why. buut this happens like after she sends him that picture that was actually meant for him ., so yeah - enjoy !! let me know what you think x

you're making such a mess. drool and precum pooling around the corners of your mouth. sharp nails digging into the skin of his thighs as the head of his cock brushes against the back of your mouth. it drives him insane how nicely he slides down your tight little throat. jaw straining to take all of them, but even still you're only able to swallow about half. lips wrapped song around his shaft.

a breathy groan falls from his lips as your teary eyes lift to look at him. mascara smudged down your cheeks and hair knotted from the grip he held in your hair. you looked so sexy when he had first entered your house. although, the way you looked now was a whole different level of sexy.

but when he first walked in, you had been laid sprawled out on your bed. nothing but that flimsy set of lace covering the best parts of you. he could see your hard nipples peeking through the fabric as well as the wet patch staining between your legs. he was climbing on the bed without a second thought, his hand slotting itself between your legs.

you moaned so pretty when his fingers began to rub against your slit, further spreading your wetness over your underwear. he about loses it when your lip latch onto his earlobe, tongue gliding over the edge of it. whispering in the most sultry voice he's ever heard from you. “please, let me suck you off,”

and that's how you've ended up right where you're are now.

with a hand wrapped around his base, taehyung is pulling his cock from your throat. strings of saliva connecting him to your lips. you greedily take to filling your lungs with oxygen, chest heaving up and down. his dark eyes zero in on how swollen your lips are and he can't help but tap his cock on them.

once and then twice, continuously lifting and dropping his dick on your face. amazed with his length compared to your face. the little kitten licks you swipe against the underside of him has a shiver running down his spine. his cock rests from your chin to just above your forehead, his head reaching to tangle in your hair. he's heavy against your face, salty on your tongue.

slowly being lowered until your mouth is meeting the velvety skin on his balls. he doesn't need to tell you what he wants next. easily sucking both of them in as your hand lifts to cover his shaft. “baby, fuck.” he groans, head tilting back as you jerk him. holding his weight on his hands planted behind him, he watches you over his nose through hooded eyes.

he spots the way your hand slides down the front of your body, fingers dipping underneath the waistband of your panties. your hips grind into your palm, moving in time with your hand on him. thumb swiveling over the tip of it, forcing a low grunt from the back of his throat. the soft moans that leave your lips tickle his skin, adding to the pleasure your mouth and hands are already giving him. it's no surprise when he's feeling the cave in his stomach, cock twitching in your palm.

he's whining, both hands reaching to push his hair back as the warmth of your mouth engulfs his cock again. taking your time with pushing his cock down your throat. and then you're swallowing, sending a shock of arousal throughout his body. “holy fuck...” you hallow your cheeks, the suction of your lips filling the room and causing him to shoot up.

large hands gripping your hair at the root, holding your head steady as he fucks his hips forward. slowly, experimentally at first, but then he's quickly losing himself in the warmth of your mouth. the wetness that drips around him, big watery eyes staring at him as your nails scrape against the skin of his thighs.

“swallow it all for me. okay, princess?” that's as much warning you get before thick spurts of cum are trickling down your throat, paired with a low grunt from him. tae's holding your head in place, hooded eyes watching the faint bulge in your throat that can only be caused by his cock. he pulls back only when you start to gargle around him, filling your mouth with the rest of his seed before his wet cock falls from your lips completely.

he forces his eyes to keep from shutting just so he can watch the greedy way you push his misplaced cum into your mouth. licking your lips and fingers clean like you've just finished a five-course meal. a lazy grin spreads across his features when you flash him your empty mouth.

there's only a bit of an ache in your legs as you rise from your knees, but you ignore it as you move to straddle his waist. half-hard cock nudging against the apex of your thighs when you lean forward to press your hands into his chest. “don't fall asleep on me,” your lips are inches from his ear but he can hear your pout.

soft tongue pushing out to glide over the edge of it as your fingers brush over his erect nipples. he was far from tired, just needed a few moments to catch his breath. even still, he was never the type to leave you hanging. especially, after you just quite literally sucked the soul out of him. you deserved a little something in return.

the movement of his fingers is slow, but it's not long before he's fitting his hand underneath the fabric of your panties. two fingers effortlessly sliding past your walls. you hadn't noticed it before, but in the midst of getting him off and the half-assed way you were fingering yourself, you managed a baby orgasm. he could tell with the way your walls quivered around his fingers with each thrust.

much whinier in the way you call out his name, legs flinching when he presses his thumb into your clit. “sensitive,” he notes, then ignores his only words by pushing into you with much more force. pace fast enough to rock your body, arousal dripping out around his fingers. long fingers reaching deep inside of you and pressing into your gspot with each thrust.

you're cumming with a broken cry, nails digging into the skin. though, your vision's blurry, you can still see the mischievous glint in his eyes. the deliberate way he moves his fingers inside of you and just as you're putting two and two together, his hand is gripping your waist, keeping you from running from his fingers.

it's a loud scream of his name that punctuates the stream that rips through your body, soaking his lower stomach and dripping onto his pubic bone. little black dots spot your vision, a new wetness surrounding your eyes.

but that doesn't stop you from pushing your fingers into his hair, hips desperately grinding against his. “more, more.” you pant. can only imagine how pathetic you look in front of him. messy hair, smudged makeup, face, and body damp with a mixture of cum, sweat, and tears... begging to be fucked.

he thinks you look and sound hot. the quick way his cock stiffens against being an indicator of that. with his eyes glued to your features, taehyung makes a mental note on the way you look as he pushes his cock into you. saving it among his many favorites when it comes to you.

“ride me,” delirious enough that you're moving with a second thought, would most likely follow him over the edge of a cliff if he asked. hips rolling and bouncing on his as your nails carve thin lines into his skin. “fuck. your pussy just swallows me right up.” the comment has a wave of pride washing over you, working harder to prove him right.

one hand lays lazily on your hip, but you're doing most of the work. sat up on your knees to make it easier to swivel your hips. angling yourself so each thrust has his sensitive head hitting against your even more sensitive inner.

he finds it amusing. the spaced-out look on your face as you use him. soft moans filling the air, arm lifted to keep your hair from falling in your face. you're barely focused on him, eyes fluttering and teeth cutting into your lower lip. “feels good, tiny?” proving him right with the way you startle at the sound of his voice. dark eyes working to focus on him again. “so good, tae.” he can feel your pussy clenching around him, the tremble of your thighs. he's snaking his hand around your hips up the length of your back, applying enough pressure until your chest is falling onto his. the cry you let out landing against his neck as he lifts his hips up.

taking control to fuck into you roughly, holding your body in place with a thick arm around your back. he moves his cock mercilessly, driving the both of you to completion within minutes. you're first, of course, walls spasming around him as incoherent sentences leave your lips. something along the lines of how much you love him and how good he was to you. nothing new.

he only gets faster and more determined after that, bringing himself to release with the help of the sloppy kisses you land on his neck and the untimed push of your hips. filling you to the brim with his cum and holding it there, not bothering to pull out as he'd usually rush to do with the intention of helping you clean off.

not since he was finding out just how much you liked when he took his time. letting his cock go soft deep inside of you, the mixture of both of your arousal warming your core. taehyung is easily flipping your bodies around, slipping deeper inside of you with the movement.

the prettiest smile he's ever seen in his life is on your lips and he can't help but lean down to kiss it. you're giggling against his mouth, arms lifting to wrap around his neck while your legs do the same around his waist.

“i love you,” a double confession and neither of you are sure who spoke first. not like it truly mattered. the three words didn't seem like enough to cover how you both felt. how you've always felt, so you're going in for another kiss.

[thewrldx]

Hi i love ur work! Can i request a vinnie smut wherein they just finished having sex n vinnie tells her to just keep his cum inside her (maybe leaking thru her lingerie idk) n then they go down to socialize with other hype members n it gets y/n n vinnie horny again bc its very sexy n all that + d ppl dont know whats up lol + y/ns being such a tease abt it AAAA can it also have lots of dirty talk 😮‍💨🏃‍♀️ thank u sm! I appreciate it.

behave | v.h

!warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral, dirty talk, daddy kink, spanking

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“oh vinnie” you moaned out, “please fill me up”

“who?” he grunted in response, speeding up his thrusts.

“d-daddy” you stuttered out, unable to form complete sentences due to the pleasure.

“what do you want?” you didn’t respond, overwhelmed from the stimulation. he gripped your jaw forcing you to make eye contact. “answer me.”

“i w-want your cum so b-bad”

“such a pretty little slut, always wanting my cum. you want me to fuck my babies deep inside you? huh angel?”

“y-yes please.” you replied, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. vinnie noticed and kissed your neck, trailing them to your ear lobe before whispering, “cum for daddy”

you felt yourself come undone by his words, raking your nails down his back and moaning his name. the clenching of your tight cunt was enough to send him over the edge cumming deep inside you, coating your walls.

he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavy and matching your own. he met your eyes and kissed you passionately before slowly pulling out. he glanced down at the pretty mess, tracing his fingers around your folds making you squirm.

“keep this cum inside of you.” he states sternly, getting off of the bed and throwing you the black lacy panties he had previously ripped off. “and you better behave when we go down to hang out with everyone.”

the way he spoke to you made you want him more and more. as he started toward the bathroom he made one last look at you. “understand?” he asks.

“yes vin.” you respond.

“good girl. now get over here.” you quickly slid your thong and shuffling to the bathroom. you stood in front of vinnie watching his eyes wandering over your body and stopping at your clothed mess. he smirked making you look down. his seed had soaked your panties and began to drip down your leg.

“you look so good right now gorgeous, i wish i could fuck the shit out of you all day.” his hand reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “but we have plans. get dressed.”

-

downstairs you began to socialize with everyone else, acting as if you didn’t just get fucked into the next universe. however, the feeling of vinnie’s cum dripping slightly out everytime you stood was making you impossibly horny again. you know you told vin you would be on your best behavior but you couldn’t help the feeling between your legs.

you walked over to him on the couch and sat next to him, he smiled gently and put his arm around you. you scooted closer to him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“are you having a good time?” he asked, you nodded and put your hand on his thigh, trying to send him a signal. he ignored it.

“can i sit in your lap baby?” you stuck your lip out, pouting, making it difficult for him to say no. once on his lap you guided his hands to your hips and very subtly adjusted yourself so his member was against your core.

“what are you doing y/n?” vinnie whispered, tone of voice dropping.

“i was just getting comfortable relax.” you smirked knowing that you would get him to fold any minute now. you once again started to slowly grind yourself on him feeling his pants tighten beneath you. his hands grip your hips tightly. closing his eyes.

“upstairs. now.” he growls in your ear, gently pushing you off of him. you wave bye to your friends before slowly walking up the stairs being sure to sway your hips just right as you felt vinnie’s eyes on your every movement.

vinnie apologized to everyone making up an excuse about you not feeling well. everyone looked at each other and shrugged as vinnie headed up the stairs behind you.

in the room he shuts the door and clicks the lock slowly walking to you on the bed.

“you couldn’t ever wait an hour you little slut.”

“i didn’t even do anything-“ he grabs your face, cutting you off.

“don’t even finish that sentence baby girl. i told you to behave.”

his words were harsh and you knew you were about to get punished. the excitement between your legs was growing rapidly but you weren’t going to let him know that.

“i’m sorry vinnie.” you apologized he shook his head.

“you’re going to regret being such a tease.” he smiled, “you just want me to fuck you like the little whore you are don’t you princess? not behaving so you can have this dick right?”

“yes daddy.” you responded. he knew you like the back of his hand.

“good baby, now turn around” you gulped knowing what you were about get, and hesitated to do so.

“i don’t think i asked you a question. turn. around.”

you obeyed him turning around, his hands quickly ripped off your skirt leaving you in the soaked black panties from your wetness and his cum from earlier. he gently rubbed your ass cheeks, the coolness of the metal from his rings making you flinch.

“how many should i give you for being bad baby?” he asks.

“10”

“no baby” he laughs “little sluts get more than 10 spankings for being bad. how about 20?”

he didn’t even give you a chance to respond before his hand roughly collided with your ass. the sudden action making you gasp.

“count.”

“o-one.” you obeyed. as the words flowed out another slap was placed. the sound echoed off the walls.

“two.” another. “three” another.

it seemed as if the spanking was never ending. the pain was unbearable but at the same time the pleasure was. you felt yourself getting wet with every single slap.

“t-twen-ty” you moaned out. he gently rubbed his hand over your now red and bruised ass.

“you were such a good girl for me.” he says, trailing his hand down to your panties, pushing them aside. “do you think you should be rewarded pretty?”

“please.” you whimper, he then inserts two fingers into you soaking core. you moan at the much needed touch.

“you’re dripping baby.” he grunts, “you love being punished don’t you?”

he thrusts his fingers fast, and rubs your clit with his thumb. the feeling in your stomach builds embarrassingly fast.

“vin i’m gonna-“ he then pulls out his fingers, delaying you from your orgasm. before you could complain he sticks his fingers in your mouth.

“you taste so good baby don’t you think?” you suck his fingers tasting yourself. you can tell that this arouses him even more.

“fuck get on your knees”

you obey him, scrambling to your knees. you watch in awe as he strips himself. god he looks so good. he pulls out his hard member, stroking himself a few times.

“you just gonna stare or you gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” you open your mouth wide in response. vinnie quickly pushes his tip to your lips in which you wrap them around.

you suck and lick at the pre cum before your hair is gripped and pulled back, forcing you to make eye contact with vin.

“no teasing.” he pushes your head back toward his member on which you take him in your mouth. he lets out a low moan in response. he begins to slowly thrust his hips, making his cock hit the back of your throat. your eyes water as you gag, black tears fall down your cheeks from your eyeliner.

“you’re such a pretty mess.” he groans, “i love to fuck this pretty mouth.” his thrusts speed up, you moan at the feeling causing him to twitch into your mouth. you reach up to play with his balls, pushing him over the edge.

“oh fuck babe.” he moans, shooting his load down your throat. you suck a little before pulling off with a pop and swallowing all his seed. he then pulls you up to mash your lips together. the makeout is sloppy, intense and full of lust. you are gently pushed back on the bed, careful not to break your kiss. you feel his member becoming hard once again against your thigh.

“you want this cock pretty?” he asks reaching down to rub it against your clit. you moan in response.

“use your words baby. i’ll give you want you want.”

“fuck please.” you whimper.

“please what?”

“please fuck me daddy, i want your dick so badly. i need it.” accepting your begging, he slams himself into you making no time for you to adjust to his size.

your moans are loud and pornographic, making vinnie confident. he leans down and begins to suck on your nipple. the sensation enough to send you over the edge.

“daddy f-fuck.” you moan out, “i’m going to cum.”

pulling his lips away from your nipple, he speeds up his thrusts before responding, “no.”

“please i can’t hold it anymore.” you beg, your orgasm approaching very quickly.

“you can and you will.” he grunts, “unless you want to be punished some more.”

his thrusts are fast but becoming sloppy letting you know that he’s close, you clench yourself around him receiving a low groan from him.

“do that shit again.”

you clench around his cock once more, the pit in your stomach going to release itself any minute now. he notices and leans down, whispering in your ear. “cum with daddy baby, i want you to cum all over my cock.”

his words instantly lead you to your release, you moan out his name and tug at his perfect locks as you cum. vinnie fucks you through your orgasm before twitching inside you.

“fuck angel-“ he cuts himself off with a loud moan, shooting his second load of the day into you. he thrusts it deeper into you before slowly pulling out. he watches as his seed spills out of you and leans down to press a kiss to your clit. you gently push his head away, sensitive from your previous orgasm. he smirks before holding your hips down.

“think you can cum for me one more time princess?” he asks, kissing on and around your heat.

“n-no.” you stutter out.

“that’s too bad.” his mouth is immediately connected with your pussy, tongue lapping at your clit. you scream in pleasure as you pull at his hair.

he inserts his finger in you, still sucking your bud and curls them perfectly hitting your sweet spot. your orgasm approaches very fast, feeling yourself already coming undone on him.

“i’m cumming daddy.” you shout, squishing his face between your thighs. he pulls away from you, looking at your sweaty exhausted body laying on the bed.

he walks toward to bathroom and comes back with a cloth. he cleans up the mess softly before laying down next to you. he rolls your body on top of his, your face connected to his sweaty chest. you trace your finger along his tattoos as vinnie strokes your hair. he pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

“i love you y/n”

“i love you vin.”

a/n: i hope this is something that you wanted! this is one of my longer smuts i made soo idk how good it is

[notanotherreidgirl]

could you do a fic where spencer is recovering from that leg injury, and doctor says not to be active, and during sex he would kinda have to move it and they tried and it didn’t work, so reader teases him until he’s begging, verge of tears i mean,for a handjob or blowy (slut for a desperate spencer🙏)

guess who's back and as long-winded as ever?!

wc: 1100

Warnings: edging, light degradation, handjob, masturbation, fingering

Spencer’s eyes went as wide as saucers when you emerged from the bedroom wearing one of his old college t-shirts. His mouth opened, closed, and then opened again but no words came out. Ignoring him, you flitted around the kitchen and packed away the last of the dishes. You saved the coffee mugs for last, reaching up for the highest shelf and letting his shirt ride up to your lower back, revealing your noticeable lack of underwear. At the same moment, Spencer’s book hit the floor with a resolute thud.

Normally he would be out of his seat in a flash - coming up behind you and dropping to his knees without a moment’s hesitation. But Spencer wasn’t normally recovering from being shot in the knee so he could only watch as you sashayed through the apartment, bending over at every opportunity and letting the oversized shirt slip from your shoulder. By the time you were done, the bulge in his pajama pants was too prominent to be concealed.

But ever the tease you pretended not to notice, sinking to your knees in front of him to retrieve his book. You made a show out of reaching under the couch and lowering your face mere inches from the apex of his thighs despite the fact that the book was clearly within reach. You let out a feigned huff of frustration, your warm breath fanning over his center and he let out a strangled moan. “Shit, I want you so much. It’ll be ok, I swear.”

But much to his chagrin, you sat back on your heels instead of coming in closer. You were used to his empty promises, especially as he recovered. He had even managed to convince you to fuck him three weeks ago, insisting that if you were on top there wouldn’t be any weight on his knee. And it might’ve worked if Spencer didn’t get greedy - unable to resist bucking his hips up into you and taxing his injury. To make matters worse, he refused to admit he was in pain until he couldn’t hold back anymore and you had to pry yourself away to avoid hurting him. That little stunt earned him another month out of the field and a very disapproving look from his doctor. But that paled in comparison to what you put him through.

Weeks of teasing. Weeks of traipsing about in your underwear, of lingering touches that lead to nothing, of pushing him closer and closer to the edge. “Oh really? You know what happens when you make promises you can’t keep, darling.”

Spencer whined as you trailed a finger up one thigh and down the other, skipping over the area where he wanted you the most. He was desperate, beyond desperate and tears were already welling up in his eyes. “Uh-uh, tears aren’t gonna get you anywhere,” you cupped his face and wiped his cheeks with your thumbs. “Let me hear you ask properly”

“Please, I’ll take anything. Just please-” he broke off, noting your bored look. He knew what you wanted to hear but the words stalled in his throat. He looked down, contemplating his next words when sighed and began to move away. “Wait! Please, wait! I-I want you to touch my cock. I need it so, so bad. Anything - a blowjob, a handjob! I just need you”

“How can such a pretty mouth say such dirty things?” You unearthed the book from the floor with a satisfied smile and handed it to Spencer. “Here’s the deal. I’ll give you exactly what you want as long as you read to me but the second you stop, I stop. Can you handle that?”

He nodded vigorously and took the book without hesitation, eagerly flipping it open and beginning to read. He started off strong, reading loud and clear as you undressed him. He even managed to get out one last coherent sentence when you wrapped a hand around his base but he faltered when you started to move, having been denied for too long to maintain even a semblance of control. Just a few strokes later he was a babbling mess, desperately trying to read the words on the page but his vision was clouded with warm tears and his mind was overcome with pleasure.

True to your promise you pulled away the moment he stopped reading, pursing your lips in disapproval. “I guess you don’t need it that badly”

“No, no, no! I do - really I do! Please, pretty please let me try again. I can do it. I can be good,” he wiped his face with his sleeve as he pleaded and you pretended to consider, tapping your chin with a finger. You reached out for the book. “Let me help you, then. I know how dumb you get when you’re needy.”

He gave it to you without question, thoroughly surprised at your leniency and not daring to question you. “I’m sorry, I just can’t think when I’m around you”

“I know, baby.” But rather than put the book away like he was expecting you opened it right back up and settled into the armchair opposing him, spreading your legs wide and starting at the top of a random page as he watched dumbstruck. You lightly trailed your fingers up your thigh, bunching his shirt above your waist so he could have a full view of your drenched core. Spencer made a move to get up but you stopped him dead in his tracks with a stern glare, firmly pointing back at the couch before resuming. You read slowly, matching the tantalizing pace with which you ran a finger up your folds, lightly circling your clit before dipping back down to your entrance.

“Don’t do this. Please just give me one more chance. I need it, please” But Spencer’s begging fell on deaf ears. You were in your own world, reading the words without processing them as you touched yourself. It didn’t take long before you felt the tension in your lower stomach come to a head and at the very last moment, you tore your eyes from the page to see Spencer shifting about on the couch in a desperate attempt to gain friction without further injuring his leg, cock flushed nearly as red as his face.

That did it to you every time - seeing him absolutely ruined and completely under your spell. You came with a shout of his name, calling for him when you knew he could only watch. You slammed the book shut when you finished and tossed it on the seat next to him. “Still want to try again?”

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[robininthelabyrinth]

🧿🤠🐇🍲🍯: Lan Wangji does not think it’s safe to raise A-Yuan in Cloud Recesses after the Lans participated in the killing of his zhiji and the entire Burial Mounds community (or more accurately that it’s not safe while he himself is in seclusion and can’t watch over A-Yuan, at least) so he delivers A-Yuan to the one person who he knows did not stand against Wei Wuxian (and got away with it, bc this person has never stood against anything, since standing takes effort): Nie Huaisang.

Little Side Door - ao3

Nie Huaisang’s rooms in the Unclean Realm had a little side door that no one but him ever used.

They hadn’t originally. The Unclean Realm was a fortress, designed to maximize protection and defense; there was no better place for keeping things safe by locking them away. While it had its fair share of boltholes and escape routes, they were not common and universally difficult to access lest the enemy learn of them and use them to their advantage. Even the layout of their open spaces were carefully planned lest the attack come from the sky, a concern that only cultivators had, and not about how they themselves could escape – after all, weren’t they all Nie, ready to die rather than endure dishonor?

The little side door that led to Nie Huaisang’s room opened onto a small rock garden, left to grow wild with weeds rather than reveal its presence to more people. It existed only because his brother had ordered it constructed by those he trusted most, all in secret in the dark of the night. He had never explained why he had gone to such lengths to create such an unwelcome and inauspicious place, but then, he hadn’t needed to – Nie Huaisang had been there, too, when his father had descended into madness and they had been trapped in the familial quarters with no way out that did not take them through him. If his brother had been the one to brave his father’s rage directly, Nie Huaisang had been the one stuck in a small space that was only not claustrophobic because it was so painfully familiar.

Now, though his father was long dead and gone, Nie Huaisang had a little side door.

A little side door, and a little garden that almost no one knew about; in combination with the saber that his brother forced him to learn and the golden core he had so begrudgingly formed, he now had a way to reach the sky and the illusive freedom it represented – the freedom to flee and leave his home behind.

If it ever happens again – his brother had said once, the closest he had ever come to speaking of it.

He did not finish his sentence, as Nie Huaisang had thrown his plate into his face and stormed off, steaming mad and close to tears. He did not raise the subject a second time.

Nie Huaisang did not often use his little side door.

Although he enjoyed gardens, he preferred the aviary he’d constructed, or one of the myriad of well-tended gardens in the main part of the sect; even the vegetable gardens out back beside the kitchens were far more welcoming than that sparse straggle of land. He’d only ever spent time there when he was a child and in desperate need of some quiet, wanting to avoid adults with their arguments and their miseries; he’d taken some friends there because he thought it might impress them, but it hadn’t, and anyway his brother had put a stop to that soon enough.

He didn’t even think about the little side door, most days. It was just a part of the room, a small tucked away corner with nothing in it. Nothing to think about.

And then, of course, years after he’d put it out of his mind entirely, there came a terrible banging noise at that little side door, like someone was kicking at it furiously from the outside.

Nie Huaisang nearly fell over sideways in his scramble to get up, and then once again when he realized where the noise was coming from – almost no one knew about his side door and its little garden, and so no one had ever come to him through it. Who would be knocking now…?

He opened it.

Lan Wangji, white robes stained with blood and cheeks bright with fever, shoved something into his arms. “You have a child now,” he said through bitten lips. “Congratulations. He is called A-Yuan. I entrust you with his care, for my sect cannot be trusted with it.”

And then he turned and staggered away, mounting up on Bichen and flying off before Nie Huaisang could say anything – before he could even finish searching his memories and recalling that yes, in fact, Lan Wangji had been one of the friends he had shown the side door to, years and years before, and thus knew how to find it. Before he could even start processing the thousands of thoughts that had spring to life, fully formed, at all the information he’d just received: the bloody robes, the desperation, the reference to the Lan sect – the Lan sect! – being somehow untrustworthy…

He looked down at his arms.

“Congratulations,” he echoed blankly. “I have a child now.”

The child blinked up at him, and then smiled.

-

“Da-ge!” Nie Husiang howled, rushing into the sect leader’s study where his brother was doing work – luckily it wasn’t receiving hours and he wasn’t in the main hall, as that would have been unfortunate. “Da-ge, you have to help me! I have a child now!”

His brother stared at him, expression blank and mouth slightly agape. The brush in his hand dripping ink onto a now-wasted piece of paper.

“Huaisang,” he said after a moment. “What the fuck.”

Nie Huaisang nodded furiously.

“Where did you get – how – who – what did you do?!”

“I am currently unable to disclose any details,” Nie Huaisang said promptly even as his brother tossed aside the brush and got up, striding over with a storm brewing in his face. “All I can say is that I have to raise this child now. By which I mean, you have to help me raise this child now; I can’t raise children! I’m not mature enough to raise a child!”

“No kidding! Why would someone entrust – to you…” Nie Mingjue trailed off, looking down at the child with a frown that shifted from disbelieving irritation to concern. He pressed his hand to the child’s forehead. “Huaisang, this child has a high fever. We need to get him to the medical wing at once – is that blood?”

“Not his, I don’t think?”

“I don’t want to know,” his brother decided. “Move.”

Some time later, they were both sitting next to the bed in one of the spare rooms in the family quarters; Nie Huaisang thought it might even have been the same one that he’d used when he was very young. A-Yuan was sleeping, and Nie Mingjue was still holding his little hand in his own, having been clocked as the oversize comfort animal that he not-so-secretly was from the very first moment A-Yuan laid eyes on him.

The doctors had declared A-Yuan’s fever to be very severe, but they had applied plenty of medicine – the Lan sect might have more esoteric healing techniques, but there wasn’t anything like the Nie sect when it came to standard medicine for injuries and illnesses associated with the battlefield, and despite A-Yuan’s tender age Nie Huaisang would be willing to bet that his injuries were from a battlefield. They were confident that A-Yuan would make a full recovery, body and mind both intact, although they warned that his memory of the past might be impacted.

Nie Huaisang had thought about all that blood that wasn’t his, of Lan Wangji pale-faced and wild-eyed, and decided that a little bit of forgetting might not be so bad after all.

“Are you going to tell me anything more,” his brother said after a while. “Or should I just give up now?”

Nie Huaisang leaned over and patted his knee. “It’s good that you know your limitations.”

His brother rolled his eyes.

“I can’t believe this is my life,” he remarked.

“What part?” Nie Huaisang asked, curious. “The fact that we have a kid now, because obviously we’re keeping him? Or the fact that someone gave a kid to me?”

“Both,” his brother decided. “Definitely both.”

-

“His name’s A-Yuan,” Nie Huaisang said. “Apparently.”

“Well,” his brother said. “Obviously that won’t do.”

-

Nie Huaisang had the ability to be sneaky when he wanted to be. It wasn’t a matter of stealth, he had explained to his brother, but sneakiness– a completely different concept. Stealth suggested that he was doing something to conceal himself and required skills and talent, or else a lot of practice, and obviously Nie Huaisang was not going to go in for either of those.

Sneakiness, though…

He didn’t need people not to be able to see him in order to be sneaky. He just needed them not to care about him, or wonder where he was.

“Psst,” he said, knocking on the window to the rooms where Lan Wangji was purportedly practicing seclusion. “Psst! Lan Zhan!”

Lan Wangji had given him a child. They were definitely past the ‘Lan-er-gongzi’ stage.

“Lan Zhan!” he rapped at the window with his fan. “We need a courtesy name!”

There was some sounds from within the jingshi, mostly stumbling around. Nie Huaisang waited patiently, and after a few moments the window opened and Lan Wangji stared out at him. He was as pale as a ghost with lips as red as blood, and very clearly not in seclusion at all, but rather in the midst of healing whatever wounds had left him bloody – he probably shouldn’t have gotten out of bed to answer.

Oh, well. Too late for regret now.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Lan Wangji said, voice dull and eyes blank as he stared at Nie Huaisang. It was unclear if he meant in the Cloud Recesses generally, or here in particular, interrupting his ‘seclusion’.

“Didn’t you hear me?” Nie Huaisang said, scowling at him. “We need a courtesy name! A courtesy name for the child, you hear me? You know, of course, that Qinghe Nie don’t use personal names, not even for children – certainlynot for children older than their first year. It’d be a complete giveaway that he’s not organically ours if we call him something like A-Yuan.”

Lan Wangji raised a hand to pinch his nose. “Please go away.”

“Courtesy name, Lan Zhan. I mean, I may be the one who’ll be raising him, but please think carefully: do you really want meto be the one naming him?”

“…call him Sizhui.”

“Sizhui,” Nie Huaisang repeated. “With the characters…?”

Lan Wangji nodded.

“Uh, no,” Nie Huaisang said. “I need a bettercourtesy name. Are you joking?”

“Nie Huaisang. Go away.”

“But –”

Lan Wangji slammed the window shut.

“…fine,” Nie Huaisang said to the closed window. “Be that way, see if I care. Not like we don’t need to build up a decent coparenting relationship or anything eventually.”

He thought he heard a choking sound from behind the door and smirked.

“Don’t you think you can baby-trap me and just walk away, Lan Zhan,” he said in his best ominous tone. “If you wanted someone to raise your kid without ever consulting you again, you should’ve dropped him off in the Lotus Pier with Jiang Cheng, who’d probably be too busy being confused to even question where he came frome – but no. You came to me. I don’t make decisions in the best of times, least of all good. I have questions. A lot of questions.”

He thought about it for a moment.

“Not about how you got him or anything like that,” he said. “I’m not stupid, I can tell a secret when I see one. But, you know, other types of questions. Parenting stuff. Are you a ‘go sit and think about what you’ve done’ sort of parent? Or more traditional discipline, with copying lines and occasionally strikes when they’re naughty? Do you want him to learn the Lan sect rules along with the Nie sect principles –”

There was a muffled sound from inside the house.

It sounded angry.

“…we can talk about it later,” Nie Huaisang decided. He might’ve pushed his luck a bit too much. “Talk later!”

-

“You have a…what?” Lan Xichen asked, his smile a little fixed and stare a little wilder than normal.

“A nephew!” Nie Mingjue gushed. “Isn’t he wonderful?”

“Nephew.”

“He’s so well behaved, too! He plays quietly by himself most of the time, drawing and even writing a little, and Huaisang’s already teaching him how to play the dizi –”

“When you say nephew, do you mean Nie Huaisang’s child?”

“Do I have other brothers?” Nie Mingjue rolled his eyes at him. “He’s obviously not yours. Anyway, I know Meng Yao is expecting one, too, but he wouldn’t be dressed in Nie colors if it was his, would it?”

“Yes, but…are you telling me that…that Nie Huaisang…”

“It’s a battlefield child, Xichen,” Nie Mingjue said patiently. “Obviously. Someone entrusted him to Huaisang.”

“Oh,” Lan Xichen said, looking relieved. “Yes, that makes more sense…wait.”

Nie Mingjue waited.

“Someone entrusted him to Nie Huaisang?”

“I know, right?” Nie Mingjue said, and Lan Xichen didn’t notice how strained his grin had suddenly become, or how thoughtful his eyes were as he surveyed Lan Xichen as if trying to find an answer to a question. “I would’ve assumed they’d go for someone more responsible, like you. Guess you never know…”

“I guess you don’t,” Lan Xichen agreed, looking down at the child with a bemused expression. A battlefield child, entrusted to Nie Huaisang… “They must have been truly driven to desperation.”

“Perhaps,” Nie Mingjue said, and then changed the subject to little Nie Sizhui’s accomplishments, of which he could list many at great length and very great enthusiasm. By the time he was done with that, Ln Xichen was so overwhelmed that he didn’t ask a single other question.

-

“So I’ve got an idea on how to do this whole co-parenting thing,” Nie Huaisang said, cracking nuts to eat. He was sitting next to Lan Wangji’s bedside, and dropping the shells straight on the floor, too, staring dead-eyed at Lan Wangji as if daring him to say something – which he wouldn’t, of course. “Since with Sizhui starting classes soon it’s become much more urgent, on account of me needing you to attend meetings with his teachers and discuss his progress.”

Lan Wangji looked deeply long-suffering. He’d only invited Nie Huaisang inside because Nie Huaisang had threatened to start shouting out his business loudly on account of oh but Lan Zhan, how was I to know if you could hear me in there, I just had to raise my voice just in case because I wouldn’t want you to miss any of the extremelyimportant news –

It was all Lan Wangji’s fault for being born earlier than Nie Huaisang, Nie Huaisang thought virtuously. It was merely Nie Huaisang’s lot in life to fulfill the role of annoying younger brother to everyone.

“See, it’s the music,” Nie Huaisang continued. “You do music, right?”

Lan Wangji’s ice-cold glare suggested that he did, in fact, ‘do music’.

“So your brother has been playing this song for da-ge on a regular basis,” Nie Huaisang explained, ignoring the glare entirely. “And when he’s not available, which is most of the time nowadays, he’s been sending san-ge instead. Even though, of course, poor san-ge’s so busy back at Lanling all the time…ughh, it’s so unfair, you know! Poor san-ge has to do all the work of being the heir and gets none of the benefits, and they pile even more work on him on top of that – really, he gets no respect.”

Lan Wangji’s expression suggested he didn’t care.

“And think about the inconvenience to us!” Nie Huaisang sallied forth, undeterred. “People coming and going all the time, da-ge having to interrupt his schedule of spending quality time with me and Sizhui – and sect leader work, of course, though that’s less important – in order to march over to greet them and host them and listen to them…what a pain it is!”

Lan Wangji appeared on the verge of suggesting that Nie Huaisang consider getting to the point.

“So you should come do it instead.”

Lan Wangji’s expression cracked, suggesting that Nie Huaisang had actually managed to make an impact.

“You remember,” he said, voice low and a little hoarse from all that refusing to speak he’d been doing. Really, if Nie Huaisang wasn’t around to goad him into it, he might’ve lost the voice entirely – he didn’t even have little Sizhui around to force him to speak! “That I’m in seclusion. Right?”

“You’re horribly lonely is what you are,” Nie Huisang said briskly. “You require company. Therefore, coming to take up a semi-permanent posting in the Unclean Realm to play the Song of Clarity for my brother morning, noon, and night is clearly the finest way to solve all of our problems, and for you to see little Sizhui as often as you like.”

Lan Wangji visibly wavered. “My brother,” he said, then coughed. “My brother will never believe it.”

“That’s your problem,” Nie Huaisang said. “Find a way to sell it.”

He stood, shaking the remaining shells onto the chair.

“See you in Qinghe soon, Lan Zhan..!”

Lan Wangji was trying to kill him with his mind, Nie Huaisang thought happily as he wandered off with a whistle and a vaguely silly expression. Good – he’d been inside for too long. He needed the stimulation.

-

“Truly,” Nie Mingjue remarked, strolling around their gardens without any apparent notice of the small child perched on his shoulders, giggling wildly at the feeling of being tall, “I feel far better than I did before! One can scarcely compare it – night and day, really. Your Lan sect’s Song of Clarity is a marvel, even if it does take a while before it kicks in.”

“Mm,” Lan Wangji said, walking slowly with his hands behind his back. He was still unsteady on his feet on account of the absolutely horrific injuries he’d incurred – but if the Lan sect’s response to everything was seclusion, seclusion, seclusion, then the Nie sect’s equivalent response was exercise. These little excursions through the gardens were the result.

Thus far, they were still only doing laps around the main gardens, but Nie Huaisang had plans to eventually force Lan Wangji to go even as far as his own little side garden. He’d made it through his side door once, after all; why not a second time..?

At any rate, Nie Huaisang still wasn’t quite sure how Lan Wangji had talked Lan Xichen into allowing him to come to the Unclean Realm, but it really did make the whole co-parenting business a lot more convenient. And his brother had had so much fun making Lan Wangji stiff and awkward over all his thanks and praise for his decision to come ‘help out’ with Nie Sizhui’s raising until finally, at last, Nie Huaisang had taken pity and revealed that Nie Mingjue knew perfectly well whose battlefield child this was.

Both in terms of who had gifted him to Nie Huaisang, and who’d adopted him originally, and of course even his original surname – The little tot’s been through enough adoptions to make anyone’s head spin, his brother had said, his voice gruff as always. There’s no point in thinking back too far, is there?

Lan Wangji had been very relieved.

“Run, bobo!” Nie Sizhui cried, pointing over at a bird. “We need to get it for Sang-gege!”

Nie Mingjue snorted like a bull but obediently quickened his feet and left the rest of them behind, heading in full charge straight at the wild pheasant that was far more likely to end up on Nie Huaisang’s plate than in his aviary. It was about even odds which one Nie Sizhui meant, anyway.

“Nie Huaisang,” Lan Wangji said, his voice low, and Nie Huaisang looked at him. “The Song of Clarity does not take time to work. These effects should have happened at once.”

Nie Huaisang opened his fan, hiding his face as he frowned. “How odd,” he said. “And after san-ge put in all that hard work.”

“Perhaps he played it wrong.”

“Odd,” Nie Huaisang said again. “When san-ge gets so very little wrong…has your brother sent any word on the Xue Yang issue?”

“…he has not.”

“He’s going to need to pick a side eventually.”

“He does not want to make things difficult for his sworn brother.”

“Does he have only the one?” Nie Huaisang asked archly, and Lan Wangji averted his gaze. “It’s awkward for us if he doesn’t back us, and is a bad look besides…truly, it’s a wonder that san-ge managed to squeeze out the time to come here.”

Lan Wangji’s frown deepened. “Indeed,” he said. “One would think his father might be tempted to stop him.”

“Wouldn’t you just?” Nie Huaisang said. “Wouldn’t you just…you know, maybe when you’re feeling better, we should go visit Lanling ourselves.”

Lan Wangji glanced at him, arching an eyebrow, and Nie Huaisang smiled, fanning himself casually.

“I’m not the only one with a little side door,” he said. “Let’s go knocking and see what we find, shall we?”

[teddi-too]

Male Minotaur x Gender Neutral Reader (NSFW)

A/N: Lemon, 18+, my goodness this plot doesn’t make sense but it’s just a vehicle to the spice, ya know? 

Finally, time away from the city, from work, from everyone. Sure some of your friends thought it was weird you wanted to rent a cabin in the woods for a week by yourself but it was heaven to you. Your job has been stressful lately and with working from home it never really felt like you got a break. You needed to get away, actually away. Out of your home. A chance to decompress and refresh. 

You brought several books with you, some playing cards, and your laptop for when you broke down and needed a screen. The nearest residence was the owner of this cabin and that was nearly a mile away on the other side of the property. You were deep in the woods and you felt comforted by the seclusion. The cabin had everything you needed, a small kitchen that you loaded up with groceries from the nearest town, a surprisingly large bathroom with a huge whirlpool tub, a cozy living room with a gas fireplace, and the bedroom was a cute loft that you had to climb up a ladder to get to. There was a desk near the front window that you could sit and eat or play solitaire at and a small table and chair on the front porch. 

You settled in and made yourself a cup of tea and sat on the porch. It was a long drive and by the time you had checked in, stocked up on groceries and unpacked, the sun was beginning to set. Instead of popping up to make dinner right away, you let yourself just watch the sunset sitting on the porch. The trees were so thick outside the cabin, you couldn’t really see the sunset but it was nice seeing the color change in the trees. The darkness seemed to swallow up the thick forest and you felt comforted knowing you were truly alone. 

The next couple days were simple and lovely just like you had hoped. You slept in, made good meals and laid on the couch reading. But your favorite thing to do was to sit on the front porch and stare out into the woods. There was something healing about breathing in the fresh air and letting yourself do nothing. 

The third day passed by just the same except when you were on the porch eating your dinner, you felt differently than you had before. You didn’t feel the same emptiness from the woods that you did before. It almost felt like something was watching you. You stared at the treeline, scanning for movement and trying to convince your quickening heartbeat that you were, in fact, alone. You stared at the treeline so long you must have gotten dizzy because you swear you saw some greenery moving on its own. A mossy mass of...rocks or something behind the trees looked like it had moved. But that would be ridiculous. Rocks don’t move, moss doesn’t breathe...even though that’s what it definitely looked like it was doing. 

Your throat was dry and even though you felt a little silly, you called out anyway. 

“Hello? Um...trees-forest? Are you...alive? Are you...watching me?”

What the fuck, you immediately thought. Did you just talk to the forest? You stood up and started to gather your plate and silverware. 

“I’m sorry.” You heard a faint, low voice respond. You froze in your tracks, eyes widening to try to see anything in the dusk. “I just liked watching you. Please, don’t be scared.”

Ok, yup. Three days in isolation and you have started hearing voices. You thought for sure it would take longer than that, you thought you could at least make it a week and be ok. You closed your eyes tight and then opened them to scan the treeline again. The mass of moss and rock you had eyed earlier was now gone. Your heart sank. You began to stop forward towards the edge of the porch. 

No, stupid feet. The other way. Inside. Inside! 

“Who are you?” you called again, your voice slightly shaky. You heard some trees groan, some leaves shook, and then out between two trees emerged the most beautiful creature you had ever seen. 

It was tall and broad, its body rippled with muscle and its skin was a cool greenish gray that mimicked the woods around it. It had the head of a bull, with ivory horns extending upward. It had a thick, shaggy mane framing its face that stretched down its neck and covered its shoulder. It’s torso looked like a human man albeit with more muscles than any action movie hero you had ever seen. Your eyes followed along its thick arms down to its hands which nervously turned over and over each other.It’s middle section melted back into the same mossy looking fur of its man and its legs returned to a more bull-like anatomy ending in large hooves. It...he...looked exactly like a minotaur out of a fantasy novel. His face was kind from what you could see, his mane hung shaggily over his eyes a bit. He had to be over seven feet tall. How he had hidden himself so well among the trees was a mystery.

“I’m sorry if I frightened you. You just are so beautiful...I couldn’t help but watch you.” he said, his deep voice getting smaller and smaller as he finished his sentence until watch you came out as a whisper.  You were so mesmerized by this creature any fear you had before subsided.

“It’s ok, do you have a name?” It felt like an odd question, considering it was clearly an intelligent creature that spoke your language but you didn’t know what else to say. What are you? seemed like a terribly rude thing to say. The creature shrugged.

“No, I’m…” he seemed to be searching for words, “the guardian of this forest. Which mostly means I just live here.” You chuckled and he looked at you with a small smile. You told him your name and explained that you were just visiting for a few days. The minotaur knew this cabin well, he liked to come and see who the visitors were. Though, you learned, most of them weren’t as quiet and respectful as you. Most of them came to binge drink and make a mess for a weekend. It made him happy how often you just liked to sit and look out at the forest, his forest. 

“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Are there more like you?” you asked, smiling. He seemed to light up at your comment for a moment before the spark dimmed a bit.

“You really think I’m beautiful?” he rubbed the back of his neck shyly. “I’m...the only one that I know of. I’ve been alone since I was a calf.” You frowned at the sadness in his voice. 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you said and began to walk towards him. He backed up a few steps as you got close. “I’m sorry, should I...keep my distance?”

“No, it’s just...most people are scared of me or...want to...hurt me.” he said while looking at the ground. He massaged his bicep and you noticed a dark scar stretching across his arm. “I usually stay away from people but…I feel drawn to you and I'm not sure why.” He didn’t move further back when you continued to step towards him. 

“I’m so sorry people have been cruel to you. I would never hurt you, I...you’re so…” your words trailed off. You felt drawn towards him too. You looked back at the cabin, wondering if he could even comfortably come inside. While you were looking away, he had closed the distance between you. You turned and looked up at him. You reached your hand out to touch him. There was tension pulsing between your bodies. You wanted him, you couldn’t explain why you wanted to give yourself so freely to him but you did. You were so certain of it. 

The fur around his neck and upper chest that had looked almost like grass and moss from far away turned out to be soft and thick and cool to the touch. Your fingers could nearly disappear into it. He lowered himself so that you were nearly face to face. You stroked him softly from cheek to chest playing in his fur. Your light, wanting touch seemed to relax him and he began to lean towards you. He snout nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He breathed in your scent deeply. You felt a long, thick tongue lick up your neck. It was warm and heavy on your skin. It caused an electric and staticy feeling to pool in your lower abdomen. You realized quickly how badly you wanted him--to explore him, touch him, feel him. 

He pulled away and looked at you earnestly with wanting eyes. His strong hands danced up and down your arms and you weren’t sure if he was reassuring you or himself. You smiled at him and nodded your head, closing your eyes and moving in to kiss him. He circled his arms low around your waist and returned your kiss. Before you realized it, he had pulled your feet off the ground and was holding you against him. He straightened himself and you put your legs around him. He so smoothly and effortlessly navigated your height difference to make it so neither of you were straining to meet each other. Pressing against his body, wrapped in a deep, sloppy kiss your body couldn’t help but react to him. Heat moved throughout your body, concentrating in your core and desire took over you. Holding tight to the giant creature, your hips began to writhe slowly against him. 

You broke from the kiss every so often to check in on him, cupping his jaw in your hands, placing small chaste kisses on his snout, moving your hands through his mane and rubbing his chest. Never parting for long before returning to his mouth. 

“I want you--need you,” you said breathlessly. He leaned over and layed you gently on the hard ground and crouched down onto his knees. He stilled himself for a moment and then reached out his hand to you. 

“I want you to touch me but...I know that I’m...different” he trailed off, his eyes breaking contact with yours. You sat up and closed the distance between you once again and kissed his chest and ran your hands over his muscled body. 

“Please, believe me when I say I want this...I want you. You’re beautiful.” You weren’t sure how else to convince him that you were being sincere so you took your hands away from him and began to remove your clothing. His jaw dropped slightly and his eyes moved all over your body as he took in the sight. He cooed compliments about your figure, your skin, your complexion, he babbled on and on until you were naked in front of him. When you had finished taking off your clothes you looked at him and noticed he was palming his crotch. You touched his arm gently and he moved his hand away to let you see. 

The bulge you barely noticed before had grown bigger and there was a small opening that wasn’t visible earlier. You reached out and traced your fingertips along the opening. It was warm and slick. You cupped the bulge in your hands and began massaging it. Looking up at his face, his eyes were closed tight and he was nodding his head compulsively. His fists were balled up, settled on his hips. He was used to his own hands being his only source of pleasure but he wanted your touch to be what undid him this time. 

As you massaged him, the tip of his penis began to push out of the sheath. The head was round and thick, red and glistening with his own slick. You continued to work the sheath, watching in awe as his full length pushed itself out of his body before falling heavily against his thigh. His cock was long and thick and your body pulsed with your need for it. He parted his thick, muscled thighs, spreading his knees apart further to give you better access. You took a deep breath and your body tightened at the sight wondering what it would feel like to be stuffed with his cock. 

You slowly trailed your fingers along the top of his hard cock before encircling it in your palm. It was heavy and warm, your fingers could barely meet around its girth. You dipped your head lower and dragged your tongue along his member. It was sticky with the cooled slick from his sheath. 

After teasing his length with your tongue, you took him into your mouth. He was so thick, the corners of your mouth felt stretched just taking the tip. You slipped your mouth as far down the shaft as you could and began to suck, bobbing your head lightly along his length. You breathed in through your nose, trying to relax your throat and mouth to take more of him but he was just so large. You resigned to focus in on the head of his cock where you could more easily create suction with your mouth. You stayed there teasing his tip until you could taste his precum begin to weep. His hips jutted forward instinctively, choking you on his length. You pulled away with a cough, drool falling from your mouth. 

You heard him clear his throat, attempting to regain his composure. You smiled up at him and began to move your hand up and down his shaft to extend his pleasure. You reached out with your other hand cupping his testicles and rubbed over one then the other with your thumb. The only sound you could hear was his heavy breathing and his choked back groans. His large hands reached down towards you, pawing at you with no real intention. He was overwhelmed with the sensation of your hands working him. 

His hand cupped your chin gently and pushed lightly on your shoulders to signal you to lay down again. Inching forward on his knees, he grabbed your sides and lifted you up onto his hips so he could reach your entrance more easily. You could feel his hard cock digging into your back and you laid, exposed and vulnerable against him. 

He took his large thumb and stuck it in your mouth, you sucked on it slowly moving your head in an exaggerated way that drove him wild. He pulled back his hand and used his wet thumb to start massaging your entrance; slow large circles just next to your entrance. A cool electric feeling stretched out from your sex throughout your entire body. After teasing your entrance, moving closer and closer with his thumb quickening his pace he moved his hand away, leaving your desire falling off a cliff. 

You whined at the loss of his touch and tried to move your hips to show your need. He smirked, moved your body up on him further and dipped his muzzle down towards your sex. His breath was hot and heavy as he moved his snout over sex wanting to take you in with all his senses. He nuzzled your entrance with his lips briefly before opening his mouth and laying his strong tongue against you. His tongue was wide and flat and moved over your hole with a heaviness that left you wordlessly begging for more. His drool mixed with your own slick left you sopping wet and pulsing with need. He worked the outside of your entrance for a dizzyingly long time before dipping his tongue into you. You could feel his cock twitch beneath you and you knew you both wanted all of each other. 

He tasted you, moving his tongue in and out of you, lapping over your entrance until he was confident you were ready to take his large cock. He longingly moved his hands over your body as he repositioned you. You reached for his cock and stroked it a few more times making sure he was at the same height of his desire as you were. You stared intensely at one another, your bodies pulsing with anticipation. 

He lined himself up with your entrance and you felt his thick cock press against you. 

“Please” you whined, not able to take the slow pace any longer. You knew he wanted to savor this but your body needed him so badly. He pushed into you slowly and you let out a loud gasp as your body clenched and spasmed trying to take him in. Your eyes stung with tears as he continued to move into you, stretching you to your limit. When he got to a place where he felt like he couldn’t push in further, he slowly moved out of you; then back in again. He picked up his pace just slightly moving in and out, working you open with his cock, pushing deeper in as he thrusted. 

He grunted quietly as he continued to move faster and faster and you returned with your own moans. The wet sucking noises of him fucking you filled the cool night and your body felt like it was swimming in pleasure. You tried moving your hips in pace with his to multiply the friction your bodies were experiencing but he was so big and you were so overcome with bliss you got lost in the feeling. 

Making you thunder back into the present moment, you cried out loudly as he placed the heel of his hand into your stomach rutting into you with even more strength than before. The added pressure of his hands on your torso made you see stars and your first orgasm ripped through you without any warning. Your body felt hot and sparks pricked all over your skin as he fucked you through your orgasm, never slowing down. You tried to catch your breath and steady yourself but he began fucking you even faster, pushing into you nearly past your limit as he chased his own release. 

“I-want to see me all over you” he stuttered out, a grunt and thrust punctuating each word. You nodded wordlessly, your head dizzy as your overstimulated hole spasmed around his cock. He pushed into you a few more times before he pulled himself out of you and let you drop roughly to the ground. His voice strained against his desire as he grabbed his cock and started stroking himself. Your body buzzed with anticipation and you started fingering your hole waiting for him to finish all over you. 

His head thrashed, horns cutting wildly through the air, suddenly reminding you of his bull upper half. His pace was erratic as he worked himself to the edge, he stuck his hips forward to move over your body and he came with a roar. Thick ropes of white-hot come erupted from his cock and landed on your torso. He continued to stroke himself, moving his hips as he came, sending his seed all over your neck, face and on the ground around you. His whole body seemed to spasm and he fell forward on to his hands, breathing heavily and hovering above you. The sight of him coming sent another shiver up your body as your hole pulsed around your fingers, desire still swimming around you. 

After pausing for a moment, both of you quiet in your blissed out state, he placed a hand on your chest, fingering his own seed admiring the mess he made of you. He placed a come covered finger over your lips and pushed into your mouth, watching your reaction as you tasted him. You sucked his release off his finger. 

“How many more days are you here?” he panted, still catching his breath. You laughed and put your arms around his thick neck. Your body felt completely drained of all strength and you weren’t sure you’d even be able to lift yourself off the ground right then. 

“Do that again and I might never leave.”

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Watermelon Sugar

Pairing — Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Word Count — 1.6K

Genre & Content — Smut, college au(?), explicit language, porn w/o plot, spitting kink, cum eating(?), oral (f. receiving), sex in public except they don't really have sex (they do it in the library, to be specific), Chan's a bit of a jerk.

“Do it,” you challenge Chan, crossing your arms. “I dare you.”

It’s supposed to be a typical Friday afternoon. You’d spend an hour or so at the college library to finish some assignments, look through the thousands of books, mind your own business at the quiet halls then head straight home. Getting sidetracked by human interactions is the least of your worries, knowing that all of your closest friends attend different universities. You should be fine in your second year but Bang Christopher Chan's decided to ruin your daily routine by starting an argument over your love for space exploration—that he believes is an utter bullshit—much to your chagrin. His whole conceited demeanor changed when he takes notice of the lip balm you’ve had clenched in your fist, an idea coming up to his mind.

"Don’t mind if I do,” a smirk appears on his face, taking a few steps closer to you.

Of course, you’ve seen it coming. But it’s all so sudden when he grabs you by the hips, pulling you closer to him. The lip balm in your hand drops to the floor and is completely forgotten as he grabs your chin, closing the gap between the two of you. Your heart starts pounding while he keeps his eyes on you. You can barely form coherent thoughts, your main focus is on his lips—hoping he gets the signal to kiss you.

Throwing your last bit of shame out of the window, you take his hand onto your lips before kissing his knuckles. Trailing kisses on his palm then onto the back of his hand, you hear a hum of approval. In an effort to seduce him—as if what you’re doing isn’t enough—you take one of his fingers and start sucking it into your mouth, looking straight at him.

Chan swallows the lump in his throat before planting a kiss on the slope of your neck. Coincidence or not, he’s hit the specific spot. It’s enough for your breath to hitch in your throat. You hastily drag his hand down to lift your skirt up a bit. You feel his lips smirk against your neck when his hand’s finally underneath your underwear, stroking your wet pussy.

Just when you think it’s finally happening, he almost immediately pulls his hand away from where you need him the most and leans his forehead onto yours.  “Are you sure you want this, Y/N?”

Whatever happened to the person who said they want a taste of your lips?

“Just do what you have to do,” you breathe out, almost sounding like a whimper.

He chuckles. “So fucking cute and needy for me, huh?”

He doesn’t give you that much time to think of a comeback, pressing his lips against yours. Your back hits the bookshelf behind you as you fold your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through his hair. You feel the hand on your neck cradle the back of your head, pulling you as close as possible. His smooth tongue toys with your lips, invading your mouth as you sear each other with hot, passionate kisses.

“Your lips taste so fucking good,” he says in between kisses.

Soft moans escape from both of your lips, filling the quiet corner of the library.  “Want me to eat you out? Make you feel good?”

He doesn’t let you answer, capturing your lips again with his.

You pull away from the kiss. “Chan, I don't think we should do this here.”

“Where do you want to do it then?” he asks you, caressing your waist.

Your dorm? Definitely not, he’s going to get himself kicked out before he can take one step inside. Restroom? No way in hell you’re going to enter the men’s restroom nor let him enter the women’s restroom. An empty classroom? You doubt there’s a single one that’s unlocked. Running out of options, you decide to take the risk.

“Fuck it, let’s just do it here.”

Chan kneels down, looking up at you. “You have to be quiet though.”

You scoff. “I find it quite an easy ta— shit!”

Almost immediately, you cover your mouth with your hand when he presses a gentle kisses on your clothed pussy. His hands have found their way on your bare thighs, thumb brushing against your skin. You shift above him, feeling the anticipation of having his tongue against your core coming in.

He senses your impatience, a mischievous grin sliding onto his lips. “So you’re saying?”

“Asshole,” you mutter to yourself.

“I’m doing you a favor here—

Before he can even finish his sentence, you’ve already knitted your fingers in his hair to tug him towards where you need him the most. “Just shut up, will you?”

You try to look around to make sure no one’s suspicious of the noise you two have been making. Luckily, you’re in the Reference Section of the library that barely anyone walks through. It’s a perfect spot for people like you who can’t contain their hormones.

Chan doesn’t give you much time to think as he cups your heat with his hand to feel your wetness soaking through the fabric. You bite into your finger to suppress further noises escape your lips, watching him slide his fingers into the waistband of your underwear to pull it down onto the ground. You mindlessly spread your legs for him.

He looks up at you, a cocky smile plastered on his face. “You’re already this wet?”

Not wanting to hear another word from you, he starts teasingly sliding his two fingers up and down your slit. It’s enough to make you shudder, the feeling of his fingers’ already too much for you. You feel one of his fingers poke your entrance but before you can signal him to move, he finally pushes it inside you as his mouth starts working on your clit.

“Put one more” you manage to breathe out as you tug on his hair harder, your face and neck already covered with light layers of sweat. "Please."

You feel his lips smirk against your wet core before he slowly pushes another finger in, making you gasp loudly. He abruptly stops his movements, looking up at you. He’s never seen you this flustered, chest rising and falling with your pussy all wet and glistening for him. Usually, you’d have this stern look on your face before he can even say a word to you but now you're being shameless and begging for him.

“I thought shutting up is an easy task for you?”

As much as you want to slap that stupid grin away from his face, you’re too preoccupied to even bother think about a comeback. Slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, you arch your back from the shelf while holding on to his hair.

“Do you want it faster?” he asks, before licking a bold stripe from your entrance up to your clit. "Y/N?"

He expects you not to give in that easily but you nod, whimpering at the sensation. “Please, just please.”

“Well, that was easy,” he teases before he starts fucking your hole faster, producing lewd and wet noises.

You watch him as he flicks his warm tongue against your clit before sucking it, curling his fingers inside of you at the same time. Pushing him closer to your dripping pussy, you lift one of your legs to rest your foot on his shoulder for support. He would’ve been annoyed at you for laying your dirty shoe on his white polo but this position’s giving him more room for his tongue so who’s he to complain?

"Chan— fuck,” you pant.

He smirks against your core, loving the fact that he’s making you feel good enough for you to call him by his name. Not Bang. Not even asshole nor jerk. You called him Chan.

“You like that, Y/N?” he moans against your pussy, the vibration making your insides turn from the immense pleasure. He keeps the drilling pace of your pussy, feeling you clench around his fingers to signal your high. Not to keep you waiting, he continues to wrap his lips around your clit—sucking on it while flicking his tongue around with no intention of stopping.

It doesn’t take that long for you to feel your body giving up on you, legs shaking from pleasure as your head falls back.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” he presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing it roughly as you start rocking your hips against him. “That’s right, come for me.”

“Holy shit,” you drag out as you spill everything on his fingers and mouth.

Chan doesn’t waste time to stand up, keeping your juices inside his mouth. Cupping your cheeks, you almost immediately knew what he’s going to do. You part your lips open as he spits your cum into your mouth, not letting a single drop spill down your chin. “You’re so fucking hot.”

If he has enough time, he would’ve taken his precious time to look at your fucked out expression but he needs more. He wants more. Just as he’s about to unbuckle his belt, you’ve already pulled up your underwear before you start wiping your sweat off with the back of your hands.

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, placing his hands on the sides of his waist. “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah,” you casually say as you grab your backpack from the ground, slinging it onto your shoulder. “Do you have a problem with that?”

He looks at you in disbelief, pointing at the obvious bulge on his pants. “You’re going to leave me with this?”

“You can handle it on your own, can’t you?” A cheeky smile escapes your lips.

Turning around to walk away from the clearly disappointed Chan, you suddenly hear him call out to your name. “Not even a blowjob? A handjob?

You stop in your tracks to face him again. “I’m not the type to return a favor, Bang.”

“You’ve had your taste, that’s all you’re going to get.”