#if i stop being a pussy when it comes to shading i might get somewhere

[kawareo]

If Cult of Bhaal was a fraternity

At this point he is the only thing i can still draw, i fear

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Burst Your Bubble ||

Griff x fem reader

Tags/warnings: Griff is annoying(ly hot), oral sex (m receiving). E.

A/n: requested by @munsonownsmyass who wanted him to be a bit mean 😅

Chew. Blow. Pop.

Chew. Blow. Pop.

Chew. Blow. Po-

"Would you fucking quit it?!"

You had been sitting waiting for the Doc to show up with your share of the money after the latest job.

You and Griff. He's one of the most insanely irritating guys you had ever worked with, always quick with some antagonistic remark, and he just loved the sound of his own voice.

He turns towards you, slow, head tilting down so he can peer at you over his shades.

"Or what, babe?"

He continues chewing the gum, blowing another ridiculously huge pink bubble which he pops against his teeth with extra drama somehow just to piss you off.

"God Griff, you're so damn annoying! Can't you just sit still for 10 minutes? And I am not your 'babe'."

He grins, chewing noisily as you attempt to shoot daggers at him with your eyes. He's not hard to look at, irritatingly attractive in fact; dark half-buzzed hair, trimmed goatee beard, with dark eyes and tattoos up his arms and on his neck. You couldn't stop yourself wondering where else he might have them.

He snorts. "See somethin' you like darlin'?"

You try not to let him see the way you have to shake yourself out of a stupor from staring at him.

"Yeah, something I'd like to punch." You snap back at him.

He laughs, his hand slapping down on his thick thigh. You're surprised when the sound makes you clench.

"Think you get off on chewing me out baby, I think that fucking pretty mouth of yours needs somethin' else to keep it busy, don't you?"

"C'mere." He crooks his fingers at you like he'd call a dog, laying back on the leather couch and getting comfortable. You curse the way your body is reacting. He looks so fucking good.

You scoff, trying your best to come off as offended. "What? Fuck you." you spit, but it's taking all your self control to stay exactly where you are.

"Oh yeah… you definitely need an attitude adjustment babygirl, and I've got just the perfect fuckin thing for that. Come here. Right fuckin' now."

He orders you, and something deep within you blazes hot at the audacity of him. The self-assured smugness. You can't tell if it's the fire of the job you just finished, anger or desire but you find yourself drawn to him regardless.

"Aw there we go, we're gettin' somewhere now! Just knew you could be a good girl."

You flutter internally at the praise and hope he can't tell you're rapidly losing a battle with your common sense.

"Y'know why I chew gum?" he asks, pulling the shades an inch down his nose, openly looking you up and down.

"S'cos I like having somethin' in my mouth, keeps me calm on a job. See how calm I am right now?" He blows and cracks another bubble. "Get on your knees, sweetheart. "

You can't help yourself, you're being firmly overruled by your now soaking wet pussy and the thought that Griff would be a really good lay. You kneel, your face almost level with his crotch.

"Mm yeah, you like havin' somethin' in your mouth too, huh?" He reaches for his belt, unbuckling it with one hand, the other curling under your chin, guiding you closer as you watch him unzip his jeans, the anticipatory drool almost dripping out the side of your mouth.

"Yeah, you do." Griff smirks when he pulls out his cock and you involuntarily wet your lips as he gives himself a few firm strokes.

"C'mon sweetheart, how 'bout you let me see if you look as good sucking my dick as I've been imagining you do."

You shrug, maybe it would shut him up for a while at the very least.

"Didn't know you felt that way, Griff. Think you can last?"

He winks at you. "Why don't you open up that pretty mouth and we find out?"

Sliding your hands slowly up his denim-clad thighs you wrap one of them around his cock. You're surprised. it's pretty, and thick, and you find you have no qualms about sticking your tongue out and lapping under the head of it. You look up at him through your lashes and he makes a satisfied sound that's all you need to keep going, dragging the flat of your warm tongue all the way along the underside of his cock following the thick vein that pops out from it before taking him into your mouth. He's looking down at you still chewing on that fucking gum as he moans.

"Fuck yes babygirl, fuuuuck… I knew it, just knew that pretty little mouth was made for me." he groans, throwing his head back as you suck. No hope of shutting him up then.

His hands come to your head, stroking your hair and guiding you gently, at first. He grunts as you tease him, swirling your tongue around his tip, sucking just a little and pulling away. If you're doing this you want to make him suffer and he doesn't like that at all.

"You're a minx ain't you, doll? Yeah, dirty little minx…"

He puts more pressure on the back of your head and you've no choice but to take him deeper, jerking off with your hand what you couldn't fit in your mouth, your saliva starting to run down his shaft and drip over his balls.

You moan around his cock, relaxing your throat as much as you can as he pushes you down till your nose is brushing the dark hair at the base.

You hear the loud snap of the bubblegum bursting above you.

"Fuck baby, fuck that's it, yeah yeah… oh shit- goddamn it!"

He's fucking your face now, slow, but still thrusting his hips up, shoving his thick cock down your throat making you gag and your eyes start to water.

"Mm fuck, does that feel better kitten, having me all the way in your smart mouth, keepin' you busy?"

You hear him breathing loud through his nostrils, jolting everytime you bob your head down and his cock hits the back of your throat. When you tease your fingers over his balls, stroking and tugging at them he spits his gum across the room.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Oh m'gonna blow baby, any fuckin' second. You want it? Fff-uck, you want it kitten? Cos I'm gonna fucking give it to you…"

He grunts deep and curses long as you swallow around his pulsing cock and his load hits the back of your throat, his hands holding your head still until he's spilled every drop.

He lets you go and you pull off, licking your lips and wiping your mouth, catching a look at his blissed out expression as he gasps and pants.

You get to your feet.

"Oh, poor baby, you lose your gum? Looks like you need something else to keep your mouth busy now, huh Griff?" You crook your finger at him just as he did as you unzip your pants and as he's emerging from the post-orgasmic haze he twigs what you're saying.

"C'mon and have a taste, I promise it's way better than bubblegum..."

You kick off your shoes and he very enthusiastically helps you tug down your pants and underwear, grabbing you by the hips and throwing you on your back on the couch beside him.

"Well shit, s'that so?" He quirks an eyebrow at you as he removes the stupid shades and throws them aside.

"...and maybe," you purr when he dips down between your spread thighs.

"just maybe it'll shut you up this time."

[the-lady-writes-what]

30. Katsuki Bakugou

          Theme: Werewolf

          Kinks: Hunter/prey play, rough outdoor sex, biting, oral (receiving), one spank, doggie style, cream pie, commando

All canonically underage characters are aged up. Katsuki Bakugo is 18+.

Masterlist

The wind howled through the trees. Or was it the wolf chasing you? You smiled either way at the chase. The wind in your face, the damp earth beneath your pounding feet, the blood rush surging through you. A full moon cast a silver glow on everything before your eyes. You smelled the air full of fir, pine, and unsoiled earth. It was the perfect night for a hunt, and you were the willing prey.

When Katsuki suggested it, he turned red in the face and on the tips of his ears, though he was eager to deny it. The full moon was a dangerous night for him, not knowing if he could control his urges. A werewolf-human couple could be deadly, even. You'd gotten used to the scratches, bites, and the strength he used to pin you down to the bed. Tonight was different. It was going to be different and unique in ways that you only began to imagine. Tonight wasn't just a full moon. It was a Blue Moon. It didn't happen very often, and nobody could remember when it last occurred auspiciously in October on Halloween night. While everyone else you knew was partying or getting drunk, you were being hunted down by your boyfriend.

You didn't want Katsuki to lose. The thrill of the chase was enough for you. That didn't stop you from making it harder for him to catch you. You wore a new perfume and washed your hair and body in heavily-fragranced shampoo and body wash. With the smell of the damp earth and evergreens swirling around you, you might have made it too tricky for Katsuki to catch a whiff of you.

However, Katsuki was a lot smarter than that. He wasn't going to pass up a Blue Moon and be tricked by such girly smells. If anything, covering yourself in perfume and fragrances most likely helped him sniff you out. That was why he was hot on your tail. Katsuki was so close you could hear him panting for breath.

Twigs snapped underfoot, leaving a trail for Katsuki to follow. You ducked behind a tree and used it swing your body in another direction. You laughed into the wind as you ran against it. Katsuki's heavy feet pounded the earth, not very far behind you.

"Just wait 'til I get my hands on you, Y/N! You're not gonna walk for a week afterward!"

"You have to catch me first!" You shouted back.

You jumped over a fallen tree and over thorny bushes. Outstretched branches snagged your clothes, leaving tears and rips that left your skin exposed to the night air. Katsuki sprinted closer. Once he got a little closer, you pushed your legs and ran ahead of him. You chuckled at his frustrated snarl. He almost had you in his grasp, but you weren't about to let the game end so soon. Not when you were both having so much fun. 

Shouts and cries echoed on the wind. Friends and members of Katsuki's pack having their own fun. You bit your lip as you slid around yet another tree. Katsuki was once more catching up to you. Your heart and lungs couldn't take much more of it. Despite your desire to keep it up, your body was getting close to its breaking point. You whirled around a tree to stop and catch your breath. Katsuki seemed to have lost you in the bramble because you couldn't hear his footsteps chasing after you anymore. 

Sweat beaded down your face. The night wasn't cold, but you almost wished you had a sweater. Your skin felt clammy to the touch, and if you didn't get somewhere warm soon, you were in for an uncomfortable night. You clenched your toes to ease some of the aches you felt. Once your heart slowed to a steady rate, you leaned off of the tree and sprang back into the woods.

You didn't get very far. Katsuki had been waiting behind another tree. His patience rewards him with you practically springing into his arms. He grabbed your forearms with a firm but not a brutish grasp.

"Caught you," Katsuki snickered, offering you a devilish smirk. "What are you going to do now?"

"Beg for mercy?" You jokingly replied.

Your response was enough to make your boyfriend tilt his head back and laugh. Katsuki gently pushed you against a nearby tree. Slivers of moonlight heightened the ash-blonde tufts of hair on his newly sprouted wolf ears. His eyes were a darker shade of crimson, and they stared right into you. Claws carefully caressed your skin and tugged at your ruined clothes. You both were splattered with dirt and a little bit of blood.

"Kiss me," said Katsuki. Only it wasn't a request. It was an order.

You obliged and wrapped your hands behind his neck. You pressed your cool, moist lips against his warm ones. Tongues fought for dominance, a battle Katsuki always won. He shoved you against the tree while running his hands up and down and over your body. One hand found purchase on your hips with the other preoccupied knotting his hand in your hair. Katsuki gave your hair a soft tug and exposed your neck to him. He wasted no time leaning down and gracing your neck with feather-soft kisses. Fangs nibbled on your sensitive skin. You arched your back to press your body close to his.

"Are you hungry for me, Y/N?" Katsuki thumbed the button of your jeans.

"Always," you answered with a needy whisper.

"What do you think I should do about it, hm?" Katsuki bit into your shoulder, causing you to moan.

He suckled your skin and nibbled on your flesh. Katsuki quickly switched sides and gave the other side of your neck the same treatment. Claws tore at your clothes. Katsuki pulled at your torn and muddied t-shirt like it was tissue paper. When the night air hit your chest, the nipples on your breasts became taut before Katsuki even touched them. Goosebumps crossed your skin like a fever.

"No bra?" Katsuki flicked open the button to your pants and delved his hand down your crotch. His sharp brow rose. "No panties either?"

"I was expecting you to catch me." You smirked.

"Were you now?" Katsuki pulled the zipper down and coaxed the hem of your jeans down your hips.

"I expected nothing less from the great Katsuki Bakugo," you said.

"Tch," Katsuki feigned annoyance. "As if you had a chance. Smellin' like a fucking garden. It's like you wanted to get caught." He was careful with his claws as he rubbed your clit. You moaned at the touch of his warm hand against your bundle of nerves.

"Maybe…AH! That was…the idea. Oh, my god. Right there!"

"Slick for me already? We haven't even started yet!"

Katsuki was right; you were absolutely soaked. The thrill of the chase and the anticipation Katsuki had been building up all week (not to mention the abstinence forced upon you to make the Blue Moon extra special) left you an excitable mess. You knew before Katsuki even touched you that you soaked through your jeans. Katsuki had to be careful not to cut you as he massaged your clit with just the pads of his fingers.

"I need to know what my meal tastes like tonight," Katsuki growled. Katsuki hefted you over his shoulder like a potato sack. He shimmied your pants down to your ankles and shucked them off. He threw them unto the ground before laying down on a pile of fallen leaves next to them. Grabbing your hands, Katsuki set them behind your knees and pushed your legs apart. Even in the shadows, you saw his tail wag.

"Don't fucking let go until I make you come, got it?" Katsuki ordered. Hazy with lust, you nodded.

"Good."

Katsuki bent his head towards your weeping cunt. His rough tongue lapped at your wet folds before diving in between them. You dug your nails into your legs as you clung unto them for dear life. Katsuki slurped with lewd eagerness. He drove his tongue in and out, stimulating your walls into quivering around him.

"Does it feel good, baby? Do you like being eaten alive?" "Y-Yeah," you moaned.

"Then, there's more where that came from!" Katsuki sat up long enough to rip his shirt off. He returned to the spot between your thighs.

His lips and mouth worked your pussy into a fit and slurped at the wet mess your body was making. Your juices spilled all over the ground underneath you. Your legs trembled with the effort of his tongue against your clit.

"K-Katsuki!"

"Feel like you're gonna come?" Katsuki murmured against your cunt. He devoured it like a starving man.

"I'm so close!

"Then I better finish you off. Gotta get you prepared for my fat cock, don't I?"

Katsuki wasted no more time with words. He drove his tongue like a surrogate cock between your folds. You struggled to keep your legs up and open for him, but it was so hard to concentrate while he lapped at your juices. He dragged his thumb across your clit while digging his tongue into your pussy. With a few flicks, you spiraled quickly. When Katsuki finally raised his head, his mouth was covered in your essence, dripping in it. You panted for breath as you came down from your high, interrupted only by Katsuki pulling down his fly and pushed his jeans down to his hips. You weren't the only one who chose to go commando. His proud member was fisted in his hand. Pre-cum oozed out of the tiny slit on the blunt head. Katsuki leered at the hazy eyes you were making at his cock.

"It's going all the way in, Y/N. You're going to fucking enjoy this," said Katsuki.

He swatted your hands away from your legs and rolled you unto your stomach. You grasped at fallen leaves as you felt your hips being shifted off the ground. Katsuki lined up his cock then slowly impaled you on it. Your cunt was wet and warm and more than ready for him. You dug your nails into the dampened earth to compensate for the sheer pleasure shooting up your spine. Katsuki was fully seated and buried inside you.

"That's my girl. You're so tight for me." Katsuki gave your ass a playful smack. "You're gonna howl for me, won't you?"

"Fuck, yes." You groaned into the first thrust of his hips.

Indeed, Katsuki had you howling. There was no place for you to muffle the sounds you were making since you'd rather not have dead leaves in your mouth. Skin slammed against skin as Katsuki rammed himself deep inside your body. He was stretching you open while pounding you into the dirt. Over, over, and over again, he was buried in your cunt and sealed it up. That didn't stop the fluid gushing out of you; the more he attacked your cock. While fucking you, Katsuki had very little to say, at least in human speech. In this form, half-beast, and half-man, more of the animal side of him came out to play. Claws dug into the flesh of your hips while his teeth nibbled on your shoulders. You heard the brushing of his tail as it swung behind him. He was incredibly strong.

Katsuki grunted like an animal while beating your insides. He plunged his cock as far as it would go. You met him thrust for thrust and howl for howl. The pair of you were little better than dogs in heat. You panted and stuck your tongue out like one. Katsuki snapped his hips harder into you and pulled you close.

"Fuck, fuck," Katsuki canted. "I'm coming."

His pace became erratic. The thick cock inside you found your G-spot, which sent you over the edge again. You cried out his name as you gushed around him. Your body twitched from the impact of coming so hard. Katsuki fell right behind you, burying himself deep so that the ribbons of come shooting inside your walls had nowhere else to go. You remained stuck like this for what seemed like forever. He pulled out eventually against your wishes. You loved the feeling of him buried there and felt empty with him gone. Katsuki helped you back into your jeans and shoved his t-shirt over your head.

"Like hell any extra is gonna get a good look at your tits. These bad girls are for my eyes only, got it?" Katsuki came up from behind, wrapped his arms around you, and gave you a hug, which was really an excuse to grope your chest.

"Whatever you say, Katsuki," you chuckled.

[moonknightly]

electric spark : duke leto atreides x reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Excerpt: “You liked getting him to the point where he couldn’t help but be a little selfish, where his own pleasure was at the forefront of his mind and the only thing he could focus on.”

Warnings: Smut with a little bit of plot if you squint. Dom/Sub dynamic. Cursing. Leto’s beard which is definitely a warning. Mild blood kink but hi hey hello it’s me.

“Long day?”

Leto was already in bed by the time you made it back to your shared chambers, his chest bare, graying hair a complete mess from having pushed his fingers through it over and over again. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked tired, and not only physically so.

“It was a day like you wouldn’t believe, my love.”

You hummed gently, taking a moment to just stand there and stare at your husband, at the man you loved more than words could ever convey. There was a small cut on his chest, the blood long dried, more brown than it was red.

Of course he hadn’t cleaned it yet, but you couldn’t really fault him. He worked so hard, trained his men even harder. He hardly ever noticed when he wound up hurt during a sparring session. It wasn’t the first time you’d had to clean him up, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.

You walked towards the bathroom, grabbing a wet cloth amongst the other supplies you would need to disinfect his wound, letting the comfort that always came with just being in his presence wash your own worries from the day away.

“Anything in particular you’d like to talk about?”

He sighed again, but didn’t move even an inch, his arms and legs so heavy. He thought he could stay in that bed forever and never move again.

“I’m getting too old for this.”

“You? Old?” you chuckled, peeking at him over your shoulder. “Never.”

You missed his smile, but you knew it was there, could imagine the way his nose scrunched up and how the lines beside his eyes became more prominent. You loved his smile and how it could turn your day from bad to good in an instant.

“Well I’m certainly not as young as I used to be.”

You only shrugged your shoulders, taking a moment to pull the pins from your hair and work yourself out of your clothes. “I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

Leto shifted, the sheets rustling with his movement. “Is that so?”

“You know I have a thing for older men, darling.”

He let out a low whistle, and you finally turned to face him again, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

You weren’t sure if he was whistling because of your words, or if it was because you were standing there in nothing but your panties. You imagined both.

The duke tilted his head to the side, his eyes trailing up and down your almost naked body, lingering on every dip and curve as if he were trying to memorize the exact contours of your body with his eyes.

“C’mere.”

How could you deny him? With those stupid brown eyes and that seductive grin, how could you ever say no?

You made your way back to the bed, but before you could climb up onto it Leto’s hands were on your waist, pulling you into his lap. You spread your legs for him, his hips fitting perfectly against yours, just like every other inch of his body. Fingers, chests, lips — it’s like you were made to fit flawlessly together, always unable to tell where one started and the other began.

A collection of broken puzzle pieces, forming a beautiful picture once stuck back together.

“What are you thinking of, little dove?” he purred after watching you fall into your own thoughts.

You didn’t hesitate to answer.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Don’t seem so surprised.”

You were always thinking of him.

Taking the cloth that was still in your hand, you started to clean the cut on his chest, taking extra care to be as gentle as you possibly could be. It wasn’t deep, but you still didn’t want to chance hurting him.

Leto never let his eyes leave your face, and if the water or antiseptic stung, he didn’t show it. He’d always been so stoic, even when he didn’t need to be.

“Say more.”

You hummed gently, your gaze flickering from his chest to his eyes, moving back and forth a few times before they finally settled on his. He reached up, loosely wrapping his fingers around your wrist. He could feel your steady heartbeat through your skin.

“I’m just thinking about how much I love you.”

“Oh you love me?” he purred, his tone teasing in the lightest way. He knew you loved him entirely, never once questioned its authenticity. He just enjoyed hearing it.

“You know I do. You know I love you.”

Leto gently pulled your hand away from his body, his lips finding the inside of your wrist, soft kisses sending an electric spark through your veins, quick nips setting that spark ablaze.

“Might even be the reason I married you.”

“And here I thought you married me for my stellar looks and irresistible charm.”

“That might’ve just sealed the deal.”

Your husband chuckled, the sound deep, reverberating through his chest. He sighed contentedly and you couldn’t help but smile at seeing him so relaxed. He deserved it. He deserved so much and you wanted to give him everything.

“Let me show you just how much I love you, Duke Leto?”

A salacious growl left his lips as his title slid past yours, his large hands immediately flocking to your waist, gripping your body tightly. You felt his fingers splay out across your skin, and you loved how such a simple action exuded so much control and power.

“You want to be on top tonight, my love?”

You nodded your head, jutting out your bottom lip just a bit. His hold on your waist only tightened, and then he slid his hands down to your hips, pulling you in then pushing you down, grinding your center against his. You could feel him through the sheets, realizing that he was naked beneath them when you could feel the outline of his length so perfectly against you.

“You want to ride your Duke, sweetling?”

“Yes,” you breathed, your eyes fluttering shut as he continued to guide you over his cock.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, tugging on them. You raised your hips for him, expecting him to pull them down your thighs, but he surprised you with another sharp tug, the thin band snapping.

You gasped, and Leto only smirked, balling the ruined piece of lace in his fist. “I’m sorry, were you fond of these?”

“Not anymore.”

Another chuckle escaped the man underneath you, and he threw the panties off to the side. He smacked your thigh gently, silently asking you to raise your hips again, and once you did, he pushed the sheet away from himself.

His cock laid against his stomach — thick and veiny and dripping with precome, the tip red. You’d seen him exposed to you like this more times than you could count, but the sight of him still made your mouth water.

But you quirked an eyebrow, tilting your head to the side. “Been like this for awhile?”

“Darling, I’ve been hard for you since morning.”

It wasn’t a lie, really. Every time he’d had a spare moment to let his mind wander, he’d thought of you and his pants had instantly tightened. He’d been waiting to slip himself inside of you all day.

And he didn’t want to waste another single second, didn’t want another moment to pass without feeling your heat.

He pushed his hand between your legs, feeling over your folds, calloused fingers gentle as he rubbed at your clit. You were already so wet for him, he could smell your arousal dripping off of you, but he could never pass up the opportunity to feel it for himself, to watch as your face twisted when he worked your sensitive bud just right.

If he hadn’t been so exhausted, he would’ve flipped you over and shoved his face into your pussy. Your taste was one of his favorite things.

Maybe he’d just have to wake you up with his tongue pulsing inside of you.

“Been like this awhile?” he smirked, echoing your own words back to you.

You shivered, bucking into his touch but you immediately stopped moving when his hand on your hip squeezed down.

“You know I can’t help myself.”

Leto only hummed in response, his other hand finding its place back on your hip as he started to drag you along his cock again, his eyes glued between your legs, watching as your slick made his skin glisten.

“Such a pretty pussy. Always so ready to take me.”

You whimpered at his praise, letting him move you around however he pleased. He thought he could watch you slide against him for hours, watch your lips part and spread over top of him then envelop his head before he pushed you downwards again.

It was almost hypnotizing. Almost enough to make him come on the spot but he wanted to be inside of you more than he wanted to breathe in that moment, couldn’t think about anything else at all.

He angled his hips, allowing himself to slip halfway inside of your pulsating warmth, only meeting a little resistance but you’d both expected it, had gotten used to the small push and the consequential stretch — he was just so big and you were just so tight.

“Finally.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at your husband and the sheer amount of relief that dripped from a single word. The tips of Leto’s ears turned a subtle shade of pink, and he grumbled something unintelligible under his breath before rolling his hips up once, effectively pushing the rest of his length into you in one swift motion.

Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head at the welcomed intrusion, the most erotic sound falling from your lips that you couldn’t even begin to describe, but it was somewhere between a moan and a growl and a scream, and it went straight to Leto’s cock.

The stretch was always so delicious, the burn only adding to your pleasure and you felt dizzy from the sensation alone. It was nearly intoxicating and the sight of your husband underneath you had you going almost mad with desire.

You might’ve been on top, but he looked every bit as in control as he did while commanding his men, every bit as natural and competent. Completely in his element.

Leto adjusted his fingers against your waist, giving you another moment to breathe before he started rocking your body against his, his hips bucking upwards every couple of seconds, trying to push himself even further though he knew there was nowhere for him to go.

“S’perfect. So tight and warm around me.”

His words mixed with breathless moans and wicked growls and the sound of skin slapping against skin sent white-hot sparks of pleasure all the way to your fingertips. Your thighs, every single muscle already starting to ache and you weren’t even doing anything more than holding yourself on top of him with his hands on your hips to guide you, to show you just how he liked it, how he wanted it — slow and deep and oh so dirty.

Leto wanted you to feel every single inch of him. He wanted you to focus on how he slid himself in and out of your tight heat, how your cunt stretched to accommodate the size of his cock and how your walls fluttered around him each time he hit that hidden spot inside of you.

He slapped your side gently, trailing his hands down your torso until they found your ass, gripping your cheeks tightly in his hands, using it for leverage to properly bounce you on his dick. He slammed into that spot over and over again, pulling another sinfully screamed moan from you.

“Look at you, on top of me yet still making me do all the work.”

A soft whimper left your lips, and you tilted your head back a couple of inches, bringing your hands to your chest to grope your breasts for his benefit more than anything. You knew how much me loved to watch your tits.

“So let me take over.”

The Duke laughed, shaking his head from side to side as his eyes stayed glued to your chest, just like you’d predicted. “Not a chance, my filthy little girl. Not a fuckin’ chance.”

You whimpered again, trying your best to start grinding your hips but he stopped you with another smack to your side. He shook his head again, eyes dark and hard, calculated.

“That’s cute, you think you’re in charge here?”

“I-”

Another smack, this time to your thigh. “You think that you can do anything you want after your Duke tells you no?”

He flipped you over suddenly, before you even had a chance to respond to his question, staying buried deep inside of you, any sign of his exhaustion completely vanishing.

“Tell me, little dove.” Leto bent down, his lips brushing against your ear with each word he spoke. His teeth grazed your earlobe, nipping gently, sending a shiver down your spine. “Do you think you have control?”

Your chest was heaving, and you still couldn’t find it in yourself to say anything at all, the pleasure and desire making a complete mess of your mind.

Leto growled, the sound and ferocity of it making your core tingle and flutter around him. He gripped your chin tightly between his forefinger and his thumb, shaking you gently to effectively gain your attention.

“Tell me.”

“No sir.”

“Who’s in control?”

“You are, your Grace.”

Another growl, a little softer than before but still entirely erotic. “That’s right.”

He held both of your hands in one of his, pinning them above your head with complete ease, though you hadn’t even tried to resist him. Regardless, he was so strong, so much bigger than you — you were sure you could’ve pushed back with your entire strength and he still would’ve been able to pin you.

You watched as he took another moment to simply stare at you before he buried his face into your neck, his beard scratching your skin with the most delicious friction.

“But allow me to remind you.”

He quickly found a relentless pace against you, one that had your jaw falling slack though no sound escaped your lungs. You were nearly positive you stopped breathing entirely.

Leto snapped his hips against yours over and over again, and you relished in the deliciously full feeling that overtook your every sense, the heat that seemed to spread outwards from your core all the way down your legs and to your toes. Your nails dug into the palm of his hand, desperate for something to hold onto but he was completely merciless, his grip only tightening while his free hand held your hips to the mattress, forcing you down, angling your body so the tip of his cock brushed over your g-spot again and again.

You might not have been able to move your arms, but you could still move your legs, and you found yourself wrapping them around his hips, pulling him closer, deeper, and he couldn’t complain for even a second. It felt too good, way too good.

His thrusts became harder, more desperate the closer and closer he came to his release, the familiar rhythm of your bodies moving in sync bringing him to the edge in mere minutes but he was determined to make you come first. He’d been that way since your first time together, always wanting to see you fall apart for him before he even thought of his own orgasm.

But truth be told, you liked pushing him over the edge first whenever you could get away with it, liked being able to give your complete attention to the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you and the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The sounds he made, how his teeth would run over his bottom lip so hard he often drew blood. You wanted it. Maybe if you just-

You clenched around his cock once, twice, a third time, and you felt Leto’s hips falter as he desperately tried to push back his orgasm. He pulled back to look at you, his eyes stern, commanding.

“Sweetling, listen to me, you do not want to play like this right now- eugh.”

A fourth time, and his grip on your hip loosened enough for you to start rocking your hips to meet his. Any ounce of self control the Duke had left completely vanished in that moment, and you knew you had won once his pace quickened, once his hips were smacking into you so hard your skin turned red.

You liked getting him to the point where he couldn’t help but be a little selfish, where his own pleasure was at the forefront of his mind and the only thing he could focus on.

His thrusts became animalistic, his expression entirely feral as he chased his high, but he wasn’t about to let you off that easy. His fingers found your clit again, and he immediately started rubbing harsh, fast circles into you, the pressure causing you to try and pull away but you had nowhere to go, not that you really wanted to. It was just so much, it was all so much. His face, his hands, the feeling of his cock pounding into you, still stretching you-

You both let go at the same moment, a moan of his name that was more of a scream falling past your lips while he growled and bit into your neck so hard you were positive he broke skin. It only made your pleasure all the more intense, a second wave washing over your body, enveloping you in its warm embrace before he’d even started to come down.

Leto’s release dripped down your thighs as he continued to fuck you through your respective highs, his growls evaporating into throaty, breathless moan, maybe even a whimper or two. He sounded so completely wrecked and you couldn’t imagine a better sound.

His fingers slowly came to a stop, and he stilled his hips, letting himself collapse on top of you but you didn’t mind in the least, in fact you loved the comfort that came with his warmth and his weight. You weaved your fingers into his hair, slowly stroking his scalp, kissing the top of his head over and over again as you watched his exhaustion settle back over him.

He didn’t even get a chance to pull out before he was snoring softly, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind the fact that you were going to fall asleep with his come dripping out of you. He’d be up in a few hours, could never sleep through the night. You could clean yourself up then. You just wanted to lay with him and hold him and cherish him like he so deserved.

Your darling husband.

Always so good to you.

And that was only further proven when morning rolled around, sunlight shining into the room through sheer white curtains, casting shadows across your skin. When you weren’t woken up by the feeling of his tongue against your core like he had planned the night before, but instead to a warm rag and soft kisses along the inside of your thigh, a scratchy beard tickling your skin.

“Good morning, little dove.”

[bugsbucky]

DITTO

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are on a mission and forced to share the king sized bed. Which wouldn’t usually have been a problem if you and Bucky didn’t hate each other’s guts.

Warnings: teasing, flirting, possibly some sexual tension, enemies to lovers, language, foreplay, implied smut.

Word Count: 1,651 (ooops)

Authors Notes: this is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club 24 Hour Surprise Drabble in collaboration with @the-ce-horniest-book-club / @the-th-horniest-book-club and @the-mcu-horniest-book-club. Today’s theme was Tropes and I picked There’s Only One Bed and Enemies To Lovers from the list! Hope you enjoy ❤️

“Oh yeah baby. A king size bed just for me!” You squealed in delight as you face planted into the soft mattress.

“You mean, a king size bed just for us?” Bucky mumbled setting his duffel bag down and toeing off his combat boots.

It was a long trip, Upstate New York to California for the weekend. Okay, well maybe it wasn’t that long but it seemed that way because you were stuck with Barnes the whole time.

Tony needed you and Barnes to come here and work undercover, to retrieve some information from club members about some illegal trade of hydra weapons, or something like that. You weren’t really sure since whenever Tony started to talk, your ears closed up most of the time.

But you couldn’t deny the gorgeous ocean view from the rented condo Tony had found. The french doors were opened, the ocean breeze swooping throughout the condo. It was obviously a step up from the grotty motel room you found yourself staying in just a week ago.

“No Mr Barnes. This is my bed. That’s your bed.” You wagged your finger to the floor and Bucky scoffed, stepping in front of you with his big arms folded over that ridiculous buff chest of his.

“I’m not a dog Y/N. I don’t give a fuck if you like it or not but I am sleeping in this bed with you tonight. Feel free to take the floor, I don’t mind.” He grinned and if it wasn’t for your phone ringing, you might have knocked that grin off his face.

“What is it Tony?!” You snapped unintentionally. Bucky laughed and started to unpack his duffel bag as if to piss you off even more and make a point that he was staying in here tonight.

In your dreams you handsome, gorgeous asshole.

“Whoa there. Who took a shit in your bed? Anyway I have an update. I need you and Barnes at the club by 7PM sharp.” Tony gave the orders and you rolled your eyes, flipping Bucky off when you saw he was laying on his side of the bed.

“Yes boss.” You sassed and threw your phone at Bucky. “Get off the fucking bed and get dressed.” You ordered, grabbing your own clothes and storming into the bathroom. You slammed the door shut and groaned when Bucky yelled through the door.

“YES BOSS. Right away BOSS.” His voice was muffled behind the door and it might have been pointless but you flipped him off once again.

“I hate that fucking guy.” You muttered, turning the jet shower on. You just hoped there would be free food at the party.

***

The mission was a success. You’re not sure how you and Barnes managed to keep it together for so long without being down each other’s throats, but you did and it paid off.

You got the information you were looking for recorded on a small device that was strapped to your thigh. Now it meant you could enjoy the next couple of days relaxing, grabbing a sun tan and avoiding Barnes as much as possible.

“I’m really surprised you didn’t act like such a fucking brat tonight doll.” Bucky complimented as he took his suit off.

“I’m surprised you didn’t wedge your head up your ass.” You retorted as you undressed and changed into your comfy pyjamas. You couldn’t wait to sleep in your king size bed tonight. Your comment earned a snort from the man who just loved the tease and piss you off. It was his mission, it just didn’t matter what he was doing, he would always find a way to squeeze in a moment to annoy you.

“Yeah well, the only thing that did go up my ass was my boxers. I hate wedgies.” He chuckled and you wondered for a moment if he was testing you. He slipped his slacks off and threw them on the chair in the corner of the room and pulled the duvet cover back.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? I told you this was my bed.” You walked around to his side of the bed with your hands on your hips and your jaw gaped open as he proceeded to make himself as comfortable as fucking possible.

“Look. We’re not fucking five, we’re mature adults and the bed is big enough for both of us. Stop acting like a spoiled princess and get into bed and sleep.”

“No. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I just did now get into bed before I throw you on the mattress and sleep on top of you.” He warned, pulling the duvet back when you refused to budge. “I’ll fucking do it.”

“I don’t care.” You muttered and dropped your gaze to your feet.

“What?”

“What?”

“You know what.” Bucky swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rested his palms on his -holy shit- muscled thighs that you just noticed. The man has been holding out on you. “If you wanna sleep on the floor, be my guest.” He smirked.

“If you hate me I don’t know why you’re trying to so hard to get me into bed with you.” You scoffed and shook your head. You turned away but his hand reached out and grabbed your wrist, gently pulling you back.

“I don’t hate you. You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, you just annoy me which I thought was why you hated me.”

“I annoy you because you hate me and keep calling me an asshole.”

“I call you an asshole because you-”

“Shut up and come ‘ere. This could go on all night and I’m dead tired.”

“No I’m not done yet. So you were- AH!” You squealed as Bucky hoisted you up over his shoulder and threw you on the mattress as he promised earlier. You bounced and giggled, the feeling being similar to jumping on an 8ft trampoline. Bucky also kept his other promise and climbed on top of you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You giggled up at him. His large hands took your smaller ones and held them above your head. His hips slipped between your now open legs like a piece of jigsaw puzzle.

“I told you that if you weren’t going to get into bed that I’d throw you on it and sleep on top of you. I’m a man of my word doll. Now goodnight.” He pecked your lips quickly and shifted around to find a comfortable position.

Of course as he was moving his hips, his clothed member was becoming hard and kept rutting against your core. You sighed softly, your legs wrapping around his waist on their own accord.

Bucky’s face was buried in your neck, breathing in the delicious scent you showered yourself in earlier during your shower. His teeth gently grazed the skin, biting and sucking to leave a mark.

“Bucky- what the hell are we doing?” You whispered against his ear. His hair curtained his face but you could see the once blue orbs had changed into a lustful shade of black.

“I don’t know doll. But I really don’t hate you, never have and never will. It’s quite the opposite actually.” His cheeks were dusted in a cute shade of pink as those black orbs locked onto yours.

“Ditto.” Your blush matched his, a low growl from your lips when his tip unintentionally knocked against your clit.

Bucky’s tongue darted out to wet his dry lips before he lowered them to yours. They were soft and warm.

Your lips parted and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and fight for dominance. His non-bionic hand travelled under your sleep shirt and cupped your soft breast. His thumb and forefinger pinched your hardening nipple, eliciting a soft moan from you in response.

“Are you sure you want this? Once I stop I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” He panted, his minted breath fanned in your face.

“I’m sure Buck.” Those three words was all it took for Bucky to move his lips from your lips to your throat and down to the swells of your breasts. He pulled off your top, throwing it into the corner of the room somewhere as he continued his journey.

His lips found your nipples, kissing, gently biting and sucking. Your moans grew louder and your panties became more soaked by each passing second.

Once he gave both breasts attention, he continued kissing down your stomach, nipping and sucking any bits of skin his teeth could grip. He was marking you and that thought turned you on even more.

He settled between your legs, a wet patch on the front of your cotton panties giving away just how aroused you were. His fingers hooked on each side of the waistband and slowly peeled them down your legs.

He licked his lips when he was faced with his prize; your glorious wet pussy. Your juices had seeped from your entrance and dripped to the inner side of your thighs.

Bucky kissed his way up your legs, taking his sweet time and giving both legs his full attention just like he did with your breasts.

He looked up through hooded eyes and watched as you were moaning impatiently and squirming under his touches and kisses. You were this wet and he didn’t even fuck you yet. He decided he had teased you enough and pressed a light kiss to your mound.

“Are you sure doll?” He asked for a second time. You hugged out impatiently and propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Bucky. If you do not fuck me right now I will personally tear off your dick and fuck myself with it. Under- ohhh.” You moaned as his tongue delved between your lips, finally putting his tongue on the sensitive nub you’ve been desperate for.

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Request!!!

Hey you guys! Some of y’all have sent in requests which I am really flattered that you enjoy my writing and I am honestly SO excited to do these!  here is the first one that someone gave me and I really hope you enjoy it!!!  Also if you sent one and I haven’t responded, know that I have seen it, it just will not allow me to message you privately about it just publicly.  Anyway here is the first for @welcome-to-americanawritings​ !  I crossed some of it out so there wouldn’t be any spoilers for those who don’t know what it is about.

I love you, I hate you- Part 1

“Babe wake up,” I feel my sexy boyfriend nudge me speaking in his smooth English voice, “It’s time to start the day,”

My eyes slowly open and I yawn tired, “uhhh it’s 9am can’t we sleep in a little longer?” I groan.

“Get up y/n, the lost boys have already begun getting breakfast together I let you sleep in an extra hour,” he tells me a bit more serious.

“Come ere,” I tell him and he sits close to me as I start sitting up. I roll on top of him and start kissing him.

“Y/n, stop it we have to get going,” he tells me but I continue.

“Come on it doesn’t have to be long, you know you want it,” I tell him as I continue.

I feel his body start giving into it and move my hand down to his cock and begin stroking it slowly, “Okay just 10 minutes though,” he tells me.

He starts kissing me back as his dick hardens in my hand and he rolls on top me as our skin tangles.  He starts taking his pants off and I lift up my night gown and take my panties off.  I feel his hand on my pussy as he rubs it and I can tell we want each other.  Our physical chemistry is always the best.  I feel him put his large hard dick inside me and he begins kissing my neck as I lay my cheek on the pillow.  He thrusts harder each time and I can tell we are both starting to get close.  After a thrust he cums in me and I do it with him both of us moaning.

“Do we have to go out?  We could just do more of that all day” I smirk hugging him.

“Y/n, everyone has to do there part and that includes you,” he tells me.

“I’m your girlfriend, that should give me some ability to not follow everything that is supposed to happen? Besides the obvious that comes with being yours in physical and romantic ways of course,” I ask and bat my eyes.

“You get special treatment all the time,” he tells me and I sigh knowing he is right.

I get up and change into gray leggings and a green tank top and boots and go out to where all the lost boys are.

They all have already helped themselves but it’s fine because at least they aren’t rude about me not preparing it all. I get a plate and help myself to what I want. I sit next to Lee who was one of the newest lost boys here on the island that lots of the guys have been avoiding so I’ve been trying to make him feel more welcome. I smile and ask him how he is with adjusting and everything.

After we are done eating I help clean up. It’s the least I can do since I didn’t help in the morning.

Afterwards Pan announces that we will be doing target practice.  What this is is practice shooting arrows which is pretty straight forward.  If we want to take it up a notch we can put apples on our heads and have someone shoot it.  We all grab our apple and dip the tip of our arrows in dream shade which is this deadly black liquid that’s found inside thorns of these bushes.  It is insane how quick it can take a life.  

I start shooting and hit the apple each time.  A couple times I’m a little off but nothing too bad.  I get bored working alone and start asking others if we can do it the “funner way” as I call it.  Shooting it off the others head.  I know it shouldn’t be more fun but something about risking a life like that is so exhilarating. It’s an extremely adrenaline rush.

A couple people agree who I trust and know are skilled because it would be horrible if someone went just an inch or two lower.  Lee comes over and asks if he can join but we tell him it is too advance for him which is true.  He literally came here knowing nothing about survival instincts.  He never has gone camping or fishing or hunting we are teaching him it all.  Mostly me because none of the other guys are willing to help out.  I feel like I’m mothering him in the ways of Neverland.

I peek over and see him not being able to hit a single apple.  I go over, “You’re gripping the bow too tight,” I critique as I examine his form, “Also you can’t stand like that,” I tell him with his legs pressed together, “You need more of a stance, put your dominant foot in front and non dominant foot a step back.  That’s what I do at least,” I share and watch him readjust himself.

“Th-thanks y/n, it might help more if you show me,” he tells me.  I nod and come up behind him and grab his tight fist and tell him to relax his hand and then I slowly squeeze his to the point he needs and move his feet around kicking them with my foot.  I step back and he tries again and succeeds.

“There you go,” I tell him.  

“Thanks y/n, you’re really helpful,” he blushes.

“Anytime,” I smile softly and walk away.

We finish up target practice and as most days we just hang out doing whatever we want. I choose to go to mermaid lagoon to hang out with my friends there. As gentle and sweet as the name sounds it really isn’t. The water is a dark blue and there’s a lot of large dark mossy rocks and not a whole lot of light shines through. I’ve swam in it before and When I tried going to the bottom it lit up this bright glimmery light blue which freaked me out with how much it contrasted the above and I never went in again since. The merpeople are great but the place gives me the creeps a little.

“Y/n!” This mermaid Selena exclaims and swims over to me. She’s always so enthusiastic I love her energy.

Soon a lot of the mermaids swim over to me greeting me, “Hey you guys!” I say.

We start chatting talking about the latest gossip and I tell them about what’s new on my side, “Yeah there’s this new guy who came here last week, Lee. Poor thing he doesn’t know the slightest thing. He’s been needing my help teaching him everything,” I share, “He’s too afraid to ask the others for instruction. I tell them about this morning.

They all start to give me smirks as if there’s something that’s not being said, “Oh honey don’t you see? He likes you!” Alice says.

“Lee? Like me? You’re lying. Anyway I’m happily in a relationship,” I tell them.

“Does Lee know that?” Gwen asks.

“I mean… he should. I haven’t said anything about it to him but that doesn’t mean someone else hasn’t said it. I mean who would want to have Pan so infuriated by hitting or making a move on me?” I comment. They all nod agreeing with me.

“Just watch for the signs,” Selena tells me.

We talk for a while longer and then I head my own way.

I go back to camp where most people are hanging out and I join in. I go and hangout with all the other guys fucking around and doing stupid shit. It gets later and darker and I haven’t seen Pan at all since the morning.

“Has anyone seen Pan today?” I ask. Everyone says no, “I’m gonna go look for him,” I look around. I go in his cave and in his tent he does business in. He isn’t in either of the places. I go in the woods with a flashlight and head to his thinking tree, he goes there when he has to be alone but of course I would never step foot close. No one would. “Pan? Are you out here?” I shout. It’s deadly quiet. I know it means nothing but still I’m really freaked out. I head on back fearing something will come get me for no reason. I know he’s a big boy and can take care of himself though. He would tell me if he were going somewhere so I’m not worried.

I head on back to camp and hang with everyone again drinking and they start playing games with all the alcohol but I know if I have too much I regret it because of stuff that I’ll do or say that is not intentional. Of course no one here knows that because I have been drunk around them yet. I always drink to the point I feel it and then stop.

I watch as everyone else gets wasted making fools of themselves and I wobble off to bed making a somewhat discreet exit as usual. Pan still isn’t there and I start to get worried.

The next day I wake up on time putting on some clothes and yawn exhausted as I stand next to each of the other boys on the end. I hadn’t seen Pan since last morning which is really weird and starting to worry me. Felix comes around and stands in front of us to give orders.

“Where’s Pan?” Someone asks before Felix can open his mouth.

“He has business to attend to. He left last morning and will be back today sometime,” he tells all of us in his flat voice. I swear Felix tries to say as little as possible about everything, he’s so ominous it’s annoying, “Now are we going to talk about Pan or let me say what to do to prepare for breakfast,” half of us roll our eyes.

He sets us off in groups, “Lee, y/n, you two are picking berries,” he tells us plainly as he gives us orders. I get a bit uncomfortable after the mermaids told me about what there thoughts on it all was.

I go over to Felix as everyone disperses, “Is there anyway I could not work with Lee? He’s cool and all it’s just I could use a break from the new guy,” I explain avoiding the real reasoning for how I don’t want to seem like I’m leading him on.

He stares at me with expressionless eyes, “Y/n you have been the only one willing to deal with him. He is not good at anything which is why he has the easiest task there is. No one has patience like you for these sort of things,” he gets stern with me.

“Lee come on let’s go,” I tell him wanting nothing more than to see Pan and hug him. I need to see someone I love right now. I just don’t get why he didn’t tell me he was going on a trip.

He follows me into the woods and I show him where the berries are and which ones are good to eat and which are not. He stays really close the whole time and the awkwardness is kicking in. I watch him do it himself and we head back.

“Hey y/n. Can I ask you something?” He asks me not making anymore distance between us as I inch away some.

“Go ahead what is it?” I answer.

“Why do none of the other lost boys want to be around me? Is it because I’m new or something?” He asks and I don’t know what to say. If I were to be honest and say how he doesn’t know shit about survival instincts that would hurt his feelings terribly. And I’m too nice for that.

“It’s not that they don’t want to be around you. It just takes a while to find your place when you first get to this island. I was the same way but I impressed everyone by-“

“Y/n! Watch out!” Lee pulls me hard to the side by my waist as an arrow shoots through the trees.

I feel weird having his hands there noticing another sign as I was told to lookout for as he doesn’t move them, “Do you mind moving your hands?” I ask. Once they are lowered the awkwardness still lingers on my end but I try to look past it. I lean out and see two guys squatting in a tree with bows, “Really you guys?! You almost killed us!” I yell angry.

“Your bleeding!” One of them shouts and then they duck and head out.

I look and feel a pain in my upper arm and see it got nicked. Luckily they forgot to dip it in dreamshade.

“Ugh! This is a WONDERFUL start to the day!” I exclaim irritated.

“You really should soak that. There’s a river right where the berry bush was,” Lee tells me.

I roll my eyes, “I’m fine I can wrap a bandage just fine when we get back,” I huff and storm back to camp pissed off not paying attention to if Lee is keeping up with me or not.

When I get back I go to the medical hut where there really isn’t much besides bandages. I force my chin down on one half of my forearm as I get the wrap started. I wrap it tighter than I should that my skin squeezes out more than it probably should.

I come out and see that everything is getting started. Knowing Pan comes back today is the only thing that is getting me through. It’s just the annoying anticipation of when he will be here.

Everything gets gathered together and we eat. I hangout with Felix.

“It must be hard, Pan being gone,” he tells me.

“It’s only been a night Felix, I can survive without him, I did all those years leading up to now. I just wish he would have told me why,” I say sighing after the last part.

“I might know why,” he says quietly,“Im not sure why he’s there during the daytime but for the evening I know he’s been wanting to see this girl from London, her name is Wendy,”

[cryptidsandcatacombs]

listen sleep is irrelevant when there are vampires around a corporeal form what is that my needs of the flesh lol what are those

Ship: Noe Archiviste/S/I Rating: very adult anyone under the age of 18 skidaddle no srsly it's all nsfw smut from here no minors are allowed to read. All nsfw under the cut srsly do not read if you're a minor

Summary: Listen I'm not saying I'm horny for Noe Archiviste and I decided to make a self insert fic powered by that horny and make it everyone's problem BUT IDK you guys can decide for yourself whether i'm lying or not yall graduated high school, so yall have an adult level of reading comprehension. You guys got this. I'm rooting for you and so are my 10000 horny thoughts. This fic is brought to you by the sound of your past mistake chasing you. Remember. Ever day is leg day when you're running from your problems.

Also very highly self indulgent. Don't read if you don't like self inserts who are incredibly horny for certain people....or am I? Who knows.

Note: my s/i is a trans guy with all the feminine parts still attached. just needed to clear that up Copper. That's all Noe could smell. Being this close to Oz had an effect on him. One that drew him into a haze of nearly drug induced ambrosia. Gods how it made him dizzy in the most pleasant ways.

Oz unbuttoned the top of his shirt and gave him a slight smile. "Well, what you staring at," Oz said in a flirty tone.

Noe gulped going between Oz's purple eyes, chest and finally his neck. Fuck he was avoiding the neck. He felt like a Victorian virgin whose never seen a bit of skin before. Noe just felt Oz was so...exposed. It drove him crazy.

"Listen," Oz said interrupting Noe's haze, "I know what you're thinking. Well, what you waiting for. It's not like I'm saying no."

Noe was taken aback. Was Oz offering himself to him. No, it can't be. It can't be that easy. Who would offer themselves to a vampire?

"Oh or is the big bad vampire scared? I promise Noe, I've been wanting this for so long," Oz said through labored breath. Oz pulled down his shirt exposing his chest. "Please Noe, will you deny what we both clearly have been longing for. Partake onto me my love."

Noe's body moved closer to Oz than he already was. His lips grazed close to Oz's pulse. He can practically feel it throbbing with excitement.

Oz craned his neck to help Noe find a spot. Noe grazed his teeth experimentally to find the one spot that made Oz moan.

"There... no not there....wait where....," Noe thought to himself as he prodded around Oz's neck.

Suddenly, he heard that moan he had been looking for. Perfect.

He bit a little further. He looked up to see Oz's reaction.

Oz was panting wildly, face several shades dark with a violent, lustful blush. God, it was bliss to look upon.

"Please...." Oz said in a tone that Noe could have sworn was begging. If there was any doubts before, they were gone with his reserves.

Noe plunged his fangs further into Oz's tender, soft flesh. Noe shuddered at the feeling of Oz running his fingers through Noe's hair. God, it was heaven.(edited)

"Please, don't stop..." Oz said panting and moaning.

Noe tasted the blood that pooled onto his tongue. He grabbed Oz closer pulling him onto his lap. The effect Oz had on him was beyond addiction, beyond lust. It was an obsession he couldn't quit.

He had waited for this day for so long. It's what kept him up at night in a cold sweat and it invaded his dreams. However, all those dreams ended in a nightmare. Oz lying cold and deceased in his arms from not being able to simply stop. Blood run dry by his own hands. Tears streaming down his face by what he's done. He couldn't bare to act on his need to suck Oz's blood out of fear he may not be able to stop himself.

But dear god, how he wanted this so bad. So bad he's so happy he's tasting it now.

Noe suddenly push Oz down onto the couch they were sitting on. Oz's back fell to the couch, Noe pressed against him.

Noe dug himself deeper into Oz. Oz spread his legs to further accommodate him. This only encouraged Noe. His fangs dug further into Oz's pulsating flesh as he ground his ever swelling boner against Oz's crotch. Noe partook in Oz's blood like a dying man who hasn't seen food in days.

Oz began to grind back, moaning and whimpering gripping Noe's clothes for dear life.

Noe released his fangs from Oz's neck causing Oz to stare back curiously wondering why Noe stopped. The answer came in the form and Noe unbuttoning his shirt.

"So hot..," Noe managed to pant out, "Can't breathe."

Noe quickly, with deft precision, unbuttoned and took off his shirt revealing a sight Oz couldn't help but stare at disrespectfully and objectify to filth as he's done so many times in his sexual fantasies.

"Hey you ok," Noe asked noticing staring as Oz was not subtle and also thirstier than the most dehydrated man lost in the desert.

"Oh, yes I am. I just always thought you were very sexy. God, you're beautiful," Oz said blushing head to toe.

Noe's cool broke and he started blushing too. "T-thanks," he managed to squeak out.

Oz giggled at Noe's flustered reaction. Oz lifted his hand to Noe's face to calm him.

Noe stared down at Oz's face. It was almost magical seeing Oz's disheveled stated. Blood dripping down Oz's neck, shirt wrinkled cascading down his nearly exposed breasts, eyes and face filled with wanting. Noe touched Oz's hand that was still on his face. This wasn't a dream. God, this was better than one.

Noe couldn't help what he did next.

Noe lowered himself on top of Oz. Noe and Oz's noses practically met they were so close. A mix of being so close and Noe's hot breath against Oz's skin made Oz turn away flustered.

Noe placed his fingers under Oz's chin to keep his face where he needed it to be. Noe slowly and sensually placed his lips upon Oz's. Oz returned the kiss just as slow and soft.

Noe ran his fingers through Oz's hair as he pressed his lips harder against Oz's. Oz returned the favor running his fingers down Noe's exposed back. The sensation made Noe shiver and moan as he ran his tongue against Oz's lips. The kisses became laced with moans as Noe pulled on Oz's shirt.

Noe parted from the kiss with panting. "Take your clothes off," said pulling on Oz's shirt.

Oz did what he was told. Noe stared in fascination as his eyes partook in every length of the increasing exposure of Oz's skin. Noe suddenly became aware of the grating ache of his own erection. He would have taken his own pants if he wasn't so afraid it'd embarrass Oz at this moment.

With the last article of Oz's clothing gone, Oz turned away embarrassed by Noe's stare. Oz had trouble finding himself attractive, but Noe would beg to differ.

As if reading his mind, Noe turned Oz's face towards him. Noe gave Oz a kind smile. One that Oz always fell in love with over and over again.

Noe leaned into Oz's face. He gently put his hand on Oz's cheek, rubbing his thumb across it. "You're beautiful," he whispered.

"Thank you," Oz said blushing. "You're amazing Noe. I love you so much."

Noe smiled hearing those words. He had longed to hear them for so long even though he had heard them in many ways in his imagination and dreams. Nothing compared to how he heard it coming from Oz's own lips.

"I love you too Oz. More than I could ever explain," Noe said barely above a whisper.

Noe once again took Oz's lips onto his own as he pressed Oz back onto the couch again.

Noe once again placed himself between Oz's legs once again becoming aware of his aching erection.

"I-I'm sorry, mind if I..." Noe said lifting himself off Oz. Noe place his hands around the button his pants to gesture what he wanted to do.

"Mind if you what," Oz asked.

Noe was taken aback with that question. "God Oz, you better be glad you're cute at times like these," Noe thought to himself.

"My pants," Noe stuttered out, "Mind if I take them off."

"Oh yeah sure," Oz said immediately, "Why wouldn't I want you to?"

"I don't know. Anxiety told me I shouldn't because you might not like it," Noe said now fully embarrassed.

Oz bit his lip and ran his fingers through his own hair. "Listen, I want this I promise you. More than I have ever admitted to you."

Noe whipped his head back to Oz now fully intrigued. "Really," he asked without hesitation.

Oz nodded covering his face.

Suddenly, Noe placed his fingers on Oz's pussy to find it wet beyond what he thought it would be. The sensation of Noe's fingers down there made him gasp and moan as he curled his toes inwardly.

Noe kissed Oz's neck around the same spot he bit to tease him further. "How long have you been thinking of me like this," Noe asked as he rubbed Oz's wetness a little harder. Noe's thumb reached for the clit to tease him further.

Electric pleasure surged through Oz's body in such an overwhelming way that he couldn't talk. All that came out were squeaks and moans. The stimulation was killing him.

"Now now, that's not what I asked," Noe whispered in Oz's ear. "Be a good boy and tell me exactly what you've been thinking of me." Noe breath hitched as he managed to shudder out his next words,"and please don't' skimp on the details."

Oz wriggled under Noe's touched as he to rub the same way. Noe's brow furrowed realizing Oz wasn't going to talk unless Noe made him. Noe took his thumb away from Oz's clit. An action that made Oz whimper from its absence.

"Now now, I'll give you what you want once you give daddy what he wants," Noe growled out, his voice dropping to such an octave it seemed like it came from somewhere deep in his chest.

Oz's lip quivered as he struggled to tell him. God where to begin.

"Well, I had a fantasy similar to this. I'm alone with you in your place. You get so close to me and bite me sucking my blood because you can't take it anymore. The need making you so feral it hurts. Then you fuck me so hard I can't walk straight for a few days," Oz said blushing turning away so flustered by describing his sexual fantasies.

Noe blushed harder than he thought he would hearing someone think of him that way. He never thought he'd find anyone who thought of him that way. Confidence suddenly rising within him, he teasingly placed his hand upon Oz's thigh, hovering just above the spot he needed Noe's hand to be.

"Really and how often do you think of me in such a....sinful manner," he said voice heavy with lust straining against taking Oz right then and there.

"More than you can imagine," Oz admitted daring not to look Noe in the eye.

Noe's breath came out ragged hearing that. Noe's fingers grazed harder into Oz's thighs. He suddenly remembered he never took his pants off. They were officially killing him from how hard his cock was straining against them now.

Noe furiously tore them away revealing all of himself to Oz. Oz's eyes took Noe in fully, trying not to stare at his dick too long. Oz stared back up at Noe's. Noe leaned in close to Oz.

"What," Oz squeaked out.

"Were you staring," Noe asked.

Oz nodded blushing 500 shades darker than he thought he would.

Noe blushed along with Oz. "I-uh I hope I look ok," Noe said rubbing the back of his neck eyes darting to uncertain places. Places he will never admit but fortunately the writer is tattle tale and those places were Oz's tits. You're welcome.

Oz smiled and kissed Noe's cheek. "You look amazing. You're so beautiful," Oz said whispering against Noe's cheek.

Noe turned back to Oz's eyes. God, Noe considered himself the luckiest bastard on Earth right now and so did Oz. They felt so lucky to be in each other's presence right now, wanting each other in mutual lust.

Noe and Oz pressed their lips against each other for another kiss as Noe slid his hands down Oz's thigh and onto his clit once more.

Oz moaned wildly into the kiss as Noe pressed rubbed it harder and faster.

"S-stop..t-t--too mUCH,"Oz managed to squeak out.

"Ssshh sshh it's ok. You're so close. I just want to feel you cum once. Or tell me where you want it by precious boy," Noe whispered reading the vibes.

Oz, with much hesitance, pushed Noe's fingers towards Oz's dripping vaginal hole.

"P-please," Oz moaned.

Noe nodded as he dipped two fingers in. Oz dug his fingers into the couch cushion as Noe thrust his fingers in and out.

"Better," Noe asked checking in on Oz to see if he was doing ok.

"Yes oh gods yes," Oz said through his moans and pants.

Noe took this as a sign to go harder and deeper. Noe dug deeper trying to find the spot that would make Oz scream. Noe managed to find it with the sound of Oz's gasp.

"There," Oz said barely audible.

"There," Noe asked as he thrust his fingers harder onto that same spot.

Oz's toes curled and dug into the couch. His nail dug and scraped against Noe's back, driving him insane. Gods, Noe wasn't sure how much of this he could take before he took Oz like an animal in heat.

Noe, wanting to speed up the process before his own orgasm denial drove him to madness, kissed and teased around Oz's tits and nipple. Oz ran his fingers through Noe's hair encouraging him. Noe moaned at the sensation of Oz doing this. Curse the fact he was so tender headed.

Noe sucked on one of Oz's tits as his fingers thrust into Oz's spot harder feeling Oz on the edge of cumming.

With a final moan and gasp, Noe finally felt Oz cum around his fingers. Noe suddenly became self aware how hot and sweaty he felt at this moment.

He needed Oz now.

Noe took in Oz's blissed out, post orgasm face. Noe bathed in the sight. He couldn't believe Oz came for him of all people. Fantasized about him doing this to him. The thought of it made Noe's dick twitch with need.

Noe turned Oz's face towards him once more as he took him into another kiss. Sliding both hands down to Oz's hips, he pulled Oz forward so Noe's dick was at Oz's entrance.

Noe lifted Oz's legs higher onto his back so he can get a good angle.

"Ready," Noe asked looking for Oz's consent.

Oz nodded. "Please....fuck me please...."

That was the last thread that was cut for Noe. He ceased to be a man with reserves or gentleness at that point.

Noe dug his fingers into Oz's hips as he pulled Oz's body forward and thrust his throbbing cock in roughly. More roughly than he thought he would.

Oz moaned feeling himself squeeze around the sudden intrusion. God it felt amazing to him.

Noe panted, heart pounding at the new sensation he had never felt before. Oz was so tight around him. He could get drunk off this feeling for the rest of eternity.

"You ok," Noe asked checking to see if Oz was hurting or if it was too overstimulating.

"Yes. It feels amazing. I need you please please please," Oz said running his fingers through his own hair becoming overwhelmed with pleasure.

Noe nodded taking this as a sign he's allowed to move. Noe steadied himself, hand hooking around the back of Oz's head, other hand on Oz's hip. He began to thrust slowly and deeply trying to find a pace they both liked.

Oz's moans became progressively loud reaching in harmony with Noe's own moans. Both Oz and Noe's nails dug into each other with each motion.

Noe reached down and began to scrape his fangs against Oz's neck. Oz tilted his head back to expose himself more. Noe found another good spot and plunged his fangs into Oz's flesh once more.

As Oz's blood pooled onto Noe's tongue, he began to thrust harder. Oz moaned louder gripping Noe's hair. Noe moaned from the feeling of Oz tugging on his hair. He lifted Oz's lower body higher and began to thrust deeper and harder.

Noe ran his fingers through Oz's hair, pulling Oz's hair roughly. Noe released his fangs from Oz's neck. His teeth scraped and traveled other places on Oz's neck leaving deep, dark love bites all over.

Oz's legs began to buckle and shake from all of this happening at once. Nails dug further into Noe's skin.

"Oh gods don't stop fuck don't stop," Oz moaned and panted out.

Noe picked up the pace, thrusting harder until Oz screamed.

Oz became barely audible at this point feeling himself on the edge of cumming.

"Oz, you're so close. I can feel it," Noe panted out feeling himself getting close too.

"Don't stop. I'm gonna cum," Oz said just before biting down on Noe's shoulder.

Noe gasped and bit harder into Oz's neck. Noe had no idea being the one getting bit would turn him on too. Well noted.

With a few hard thrusts, Noe felt Oz cumming around him with Noe cumming with him.

Noe took a few moment to compose himself and then collapsed on top of Oz. The room was only filled with exhausted pants coming from both parties.

"So, how was that for you," Noe asked.

"Amazing. What about you," Oz asked in return.

"That was incredible," Noe said kissing the nearest parts his lips could reach before giving him a soft peck on the lips.

Noe pulled himself out of Oz, watching the stream of cum drip from Oz's hole. The sight made him shiver with arousal. Little did he know, Oz loved the sensation of it too.

In both their minds, they decided one round wasn't enough.

But it was Noe who made the first advance. Noe picked Oz up off the couch.

"How about we do this again, but this time on the bed where we can cuddle and have more room," Noe said holding her close.

"Ok," Oz said leaning his ear into Noe's chest feeling his heart pounding from excitement.

Noe settled Oz down onto the bed, moonlight beaming down into the room. "Thank you Oz my little moonbeam. I love you so much," Noe said pulling Oz towards him.

"I love you too little starlight," Oz said as Noe pulled Oz in for another kiss.

This was going to be a long night.

[ssson-of-sparda]

WHAT FORTUNE GAVE - CHAPTER 1 (VERGIL X NERO’S MOTHER)

Summary: Vergil arrives in Fortuna and crosses path with a rebellious lady dressed in red. But even if he doesn't want pay attention, Fortuna seemed determined to intertwine their lives.

(PROLOGUE)

Tags: Romance / Angst / Fluff / Explicit Sexual Content / Explicit Language / Canon-Typical Violence / Blood and Gore / Religion / The Order of The Sword / Civil War / Rebellion / Demons / Action and Adventure / Sparda’s past

Author’s note: So, let me introduce you to Elissa aka Nero's mother. I've decided to make her rebellious and quite feisty to mirror Nero's impetuosity. After all, that kid had to take after someone, right? So why not mummy dearest? I know the story might seem slow to start but I need to set up the scenery for the events to come. Hope you like it anyway.

It all started on a Holy Thursday, on the first day of a most-welcomed vigorous spring that tinted the cityscape of the Castle Town of Fortuna in luminous shades of gold and blue. The cobbled streets were empty, the shops and cafes all closed, for all the inhabitants were gathered inside the Cathedral whose majestic dome overlooked the nearby Renaissance-style buildings, a sacred beacon calling the devotees to pray. But the religious establishment was nothing in comparison to the partially-veiled giant-like idol standing tall and massive within the ramparts of the city, a figure made of stone and marble with the face of Vergil’s father. It didn’t look very resembling to him. Sparda never had such delicate features, not in his son’s memories at least. But it did not matter. The young man wasn’t here to judge some clearly distasteful architecture. He was here for the answers and the promises of power that island kept in between its walls.             “The Order of the Sword, huh? They worship a demon as a god?” This reality sounded foolish, incomprehensible even. His father was no god. He knew that better than anyone. But what was religion if not idealisation, divinisation of a flawed man? Humans …

***

“Elissa!” A fearful whisper pronounced the girl’s name but it would take more than a whisper for her to stop her mischief. “Elissa! Come dddd-down!” The girl named Elissa smiled, enjoying the risk she was definitely taking. Degrading the Savior? Not her first time. But she had never climbed that high before. “What if sss-omeone sees you … sss-ees us?” She rolled her green eyes, weary of the perpetual anxiety shaking the already very trembling voice of her friend. “Agnus! Stop being such a pussy!” She shouted-murmured, not really knowing why she was murmuring at all. “Everyone’s at church!” Agnus fidgeted even more as he saw the young woman taking her time spraying blue paint on the statue, the tip of her rosy tongue out, an adorable display of her concentration and perfectionism. “Does it look like the Guard’s symbol to you?” She demanded, observing her rebellious art from all possible angles.     Agnus sighed and looked up, regretting to have left his lab for this childish yet dangerous adventure. He wasn’t a teenager anymore. He even had a woman and a baby daughter waiting for him at home. So why wasting time playing vandals with Elissa? He knew why. “You’re not looking under my skirt, are you?”          The man blushed, terribly uncomfortable. “What? Of cccc-ourse not!” But he was a scientist and scientists were curious beings. That’s what he was telling himself each time he was thinking about what was hidden underneath Elissa’s crimson clothes.The Cathedral bells rang loud, signalling the end of today’s mass. Soon, the people of Fortuna would invade the streets again to come back to their boring daily occupations. “We’re definitely gonna get ccc-caught.” Agnus told himself. “What am I gonna tell Marcus?” A suspect noise stopped Agnus in his alarming thoughts. It was coming from a few streets away. Squeals and growls of fury and pain. Demons? “Ddd-did you hear that?” Elissa listened carefully and recognized the screams. She had heard similar ones in Mitis Forest recently. She had shut a lot of them up too. They were demons alright but not the worst kind. “Just a few …scarecrows.” She tried to reassure Agnus but realised he was already gone. “Such a pussy.” She shook her head, slightly exasperated but not surprised. Agnus was not famous for his bravery, quite the opposite. He was a coward but Elissa was okay with it. After all, he had been providing the Guardians with very useful information concerning demons for a few years now, all that thanks to his natural talents as an alchemist. The girl jumped off the statue and, in order to remove the beige dust from the fabric, shook her old red dress typical of Fortuna fashion, one of the few clothes she had kept from her past life in the Order and that she now used to blend in among the Fortunans each time she would venture in town. She then cautiously pulled up her skirt to reveal a thigh belt hidden under the white petticoat and strapped the spray can, right next to a sharp curved dagger she kept in a thin leather sheath just in case.        “Hey! You!” Did we say cautiously? “Shit!” Time to run.

***

Yamato shone in the sun, casting a shadow on Vergil’s young face that even this small fight hadn’t manage to fluster, and once again the blade made one with the saya with a perfect clink that echoed like a lethal musical note in the demon-cleared street. “Just what are your true intentions?” He wondered out loud as he wrapped his blue frame under a linen cloak that looked foreign to anyone who would take a look.Elissa took a look, green eyes staring with curiosity from under her white hood she had carelessly thrown above her head in precipitation to cover her soft locks of fiery ginger when she had left the place of her previous mischief as fast as she could, successfully escaping the angry guards shouting at her.           She took a look, knowing exactly what this stranger had just done as she watched him crossing the crowd with purpose, alone, going up the street towards the Cathedral while everyone was walking down, their minds still lost in religious psalms.             She stopped in her track for a second to admire him, wondering who he was and where he came from. She imagined a distant city at first, somewhere far away from here, crowded with people who hadn’t been indoctrinated by the Order’s promises. But then, as she noticed his bearing, so stately and yet so lonely, she thought he wasn’t from a particular place but from many places. A wanderer, traveling the world, someone who held knowledge, who had seen what was beyond the horizon of Fortuna.            He probably noticed her stare as he concealed his face even more under his hood and slightly hunched his shoulders. So, out of respect and despite her devouring curiosity, Elissa walked away, certain that if Sparda wanted her to meet this mysterious strange again, then their paths would cross one more time.Vergil quietly made his way in the main avenue where the marble giant was standing and slowed down when he noticed a small crowd gathered by the statue’s feet. Everyone was gasping in shock, hands over mouths as if they were the witnesses of the worst sacrilege, the most terrible infamy.       Wondering what the fuss was all about, the Son of Sparda peered over everyone’s shoulders from a distance but close enough to spot a graffiti plastered on the leg of the thing the Fortunans seemed to call The Savior. It was a symbol of some sort, a pair of winged arms with sharp claws protecting Sparda’s horned head. It had been drawn with turquoise paint that was still running down the immaculate white stone and that was leaving a heavy odour of solvents in the ambient air, identical to the one Vergil had smelt when that girl who had stared at him with insistence had walked past him, an odour indicating Vergil when the degradation had been made and who had done it.He scoffed briefly, amused by the political provocation and the over-dramatic reaction of the bigoted crowd, and after glancing one last time at the spray-painted symbol, resumed his exploration of the city.       “Looks like appearances can be deceiving in this city after all.” Vergil said as he thought about the rebellious girl in saint clothes who didn’t seem to be new in the graffiti drawing business according to the devotees’ wrath. “Those rebels again! Soiling the image of Sparda with their belligerent propaganda. Hope the Order will find them soon.” They agreed with each other with angry nods. “They are worse than demons! They probably hide in shadows like the rats they are.”     Had Vergil just stepped in the middle of a civil war?

***

When her holy hood fell back on her shoulders, Elissa sighed in relief, glad to finally feel her soft ginger hair finally liberated from that awful religious cage of white cotton she couldn’t stand wearing anymore. Few more minutes and she would also get rid of that ridiculous dress that constricted her like a straitjacket. But right now, she had a meeting to attend.      Summoned by her leader, probably to claim responsibility for her new roguishness that had caused such a big turmoil in the city this morning, she pushed the door of Guardian Marcus’s office without an ounce of fear or apprehension. She knew full well she would not be reprimanded. She never was.  “Elissa! My child, come.” The white-haired old man welcomed her with wide opened arms and showed her a seat before him where she sat in silence and waited for him to say what he had to say.At first, he just stared at her, without a word but with half a smile and a look of amusement he couldn’t keep to himself. And finally he spoke with a cheerful tone. “You should have painted it red.” His loud laugh echoed in the room and he took a huge sip of the red wine waiting to be drunk in a fancy chalice next to his velvet armchair.            Elissa had a timid respectful smile; unable to act casual with this man who, even though was distant family, had been leading the cause she was fighting for for so many years, since even before she was born. “How did you find out?”           “Agnus told me.” He admitted and gauged the girl’s reaction who seemed more disappointed in herself than surprised. “Should have thought so.”    “Be careful who you surround yourself with, Elissa. Offering someone your trust can be as dangerous as any blade. Believe me, I know.” He traced the large scar along his wrinkled face, a reminder of an old betrayal that had made him lose, in addition to his left eye, a man he used to call brother and who was now leading Fortuna thanks to his lies and his dark secrets. Sanctus. “I shall remember your advice, sir.” “But you know what surprises me the most? It’s that Adel didn’t try to talk you out of this. After all, he follows you like a shadow … an enamoured shadow even.” Marcus smiled, trying to build complicity with this young lady, the granddaughter of the brother he had lost long ago, a child he loved like his own. Elissa smiled in return and shook her head, having trouble to believe she was having this conversation with her leader. “And yet you seemed keen on refusing his advances. May I know why?”        “I didn’t know this was a matchmaking appointment.” Elissa humoured, definitely amused by the situation. “I’m old and I’ve been at war for most of my life. So let’s say, the frivolity of youth and the burgeoning loves are like peaceful songs to my heart.”        Elissa sighed and her heart, in spite of this new attempt at making it yield to a man she didn’t love, once again refused to see Adel as nothing else than a friend. “I’m just not interested. Enamoured shadows are not my type.”         “ And what, pray tell, is your type?”

***

Vergil had visited many places in his short lifetime. Perpetually on the move – he refused to say ‘on the run anymore’ for running was for the weak – he had seen so many cities, so many different landscapes, some in shades of blue, some in shades of green and other in shades of gold, so many colours most men would have forgotten but that he had somehow always cared to remember. But there was something about Fortuna that made her unique, different from all the things he had had the chance to see.         Perhaps was it the anachronistic almost medieval atmosphere that had shaped the city architecture and the inhabitants’ lifestyle or perhaps was it because every edifice seemed to hold secret knowledge about his family.  Whatever it was, Vergil was sure of one thing; what made Fortuna special were clearly not the city’s filthy underground bars from Port Caerula, well hidden under the docks, away from prying eyes that would be easily outraged by the debauchery they held between their walls. That kind of place he was familiar with, despite his revulsion for them and the people frequenting them.           “Hello, sugar. You’re a new face.” An eccentric woman declared as she tried to take a peek under Vergil’s cowl, her voluptuous body leant against the bar. “And a handsome one. I would lower my price for a face like yours.” The young man glanced at the woman, shortly but long enough to see how she looked, the embodiment of repulsive tragedy that once looked beautiful.             Her makeup was smeared and barely hiding the bruises and the cuts on her young face and she was wearing a church outfit ripped at the thighs and purposely unbuttoned to reveal her generous cleavage. And in her velvet purse, she kept a wig made of dry artificial ginger hair some despicable men had certainly asked her to wear more than once.       “Not interested. Now leave.” Vergil’s tone was curt and cold but she insisted anyway.        “You’re sure? I make the best blowjobs in all Fortuna. Isn’t that right, Captain?” She nodded towards a young charismatic brown-skinned man carrying a crossbow on his back and drinking sitting the stool right next to Vergil. When he heard his name, he spared a glare at the prostitute and at the Son of Sparda as well for no particular reason but because he hated his occasional obscene deviations to be exposed. “He just looooves some naughty church girls. Do you like them too?” Vergil ignored her and focused again on his drink, lying untouched on the bar. He didn’t like drinking. “Or do you prefer them innocent and prudish? I can be either.”  “Quit with your lies and just leave, Pomona².” The dark-haired man ordered with a strong voice that made her smile.       “ Ha! Looks like I finally have my name back. See you around, sugar… Adel.” She winked and left to sell her body to someone else that would accept it in exchange of a bit of money.“You should not visit that sort of bar if women like Pomona bother you, stranger.” The so-called Adel warned before drinking from his tankard. He, just like everybody else here, could tell Vergil was not from around. All they had to do was looking at him. After all, everyone knew everyone else in a small reclusive island like Fortuna. “It’s sometimes the loudest, worst people that give all the information a man looks for.”     “So you’re looking for information then. About what?” Vergil was a curious man but he despised curiosity in other people, especially when he was the subject of their curiosity.            “Nothing a man like you knows about.”        The answer surprised the Moor who hadn’t expected such arrogance coming from a stranger. “Well, piece of advice. If you want information in Fortuna, there are two ways to get them. Either you don’t behave like an arrogant asshole or you pay for them.”     Vergil smirked slightly under his hood as he already knew how to react to such pathetic insult. Adel was not a difficult man to read. “Just like when you want a woman’s love, am I right?”             The provocation burnt and stang like the most vicious hot poker piercing through

Adel’s dignity and ego. It pushed him to stand up and grab his crossbow in retaliation.         But his weapon, as precise and strong as it was, was useless in close combat and it instantly met the sharp blade of a magnificent katana that would make any swordsman worth the name grow pale. And with a dexterous swift move, the crossbow flew across the room as if it was a paper plane.But the clients in the bar didn’t gasp at the legendary Yamato. They gasped at the silvery-white hair adorning Vergil’s head that had been revealed when he inadvertently had lost his hood in this express fight. “It’s the hair of Sparda.” People whispered, amazed.     With an expert graceful move, Yamato found his saya again and Vergil walked through the crowd, high-handed and resolved to escape this place and all those bothering eyes he felt upon him.But as he pushed the door of the establishment, he came face to face with the feminine figure he had noticed in the streets this morning. It stopped him in his track and for the first time in his lifetime, but certainly not the last, he looked into her deep green eyes.  They reminded him of an old poem he loved greatly, one he had read so many times and would never grow tired of, about a dark forest and a tyger burning bright³. And as he gazed in that girl’s look and witnessed that emerald wood, wild and dense, trying to conceal in vain the fiery fur of a predator, Vergil knew he would never read that poem the same way or imagine Blake’s colours in the shades he would normally imagine them.               And so he stared, longer than he wanted, almost the same way she gazed at the pale blue topazes and at the god-like silver hair crowning his head. But while fire is wild, the ice is timid. And thus, admiration only shows through the eyes of the red lady.    And when she finally opened her mouth to speak her mind, Vergil escaped into the night leaving lost shadows behind him. But that was fine. Shadows were not the lady’s type after all.It all started on a Holy Thursday, on the first day of a most-welcomed vigorous spring that tinted the cityscape of the Castle Town of Fortuna in luminous shades of gold and blue.      But among them there was this vibrant red and two sparkling amber-tinted emeralds reflecting brighter than anything else in a pair of icy eyes, a mirror who strangely wouldn’t mind seeing that reflection again.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: ¹ Marcus: derived from the name of the Roman god of war, Mars to highlight Marcus' status and personality. ² Pomona: From Latin pomus "fruit tree". The word "Pomme" is also the French for "apple", the fruit of temptation. Pomona will come back in other chapters. ³ a tyger burning bright : From William Blake's poem The Tyger

[trippic]

“now say aaah.” tripp instructed as he held the cup in his hand. the female that sat next to him opens her mouth wide with her head slightly tilted back. rogue hovered the cup right above her mouth and cocked it down some, pouring some sprite into her mouth. “good girl.” he stated with a burst of laughter while coco was covering her mouth in a try to swallow the drink and not to giggle at the same time. “shit, i hate ya! i almost chocked!” her palm hit tripp’s shoulder and now both of them were sharing a good laughter together. 

they were at mc’donalds, higher than jesus, and instead of eating, they were messing with food, and with each other as well. “but did you die?” he smirked and threw a frie at the female. it hit coco right in her chin and fell down into her decollete. “shit, my bad.” tripp fake-sincerely apologizes and leans his face down to her chest, his lips brushing against her smooth skin before his teeth could capture a damn frie. coco’s manicured fingers kept covering her mouth to hold in the loud giggles, but she was failing at doing so. tripp’s mouth fished out a frie and ate it before licking over her bare skin. “you’re such a fool!” coco cupped his face so she could shower his face with kisses which trippie accepted with a mellow grin. rogue took a moment to capture the moment of getting smooches on his ig stories while his other hand snaked right underneath her skirt, finding it’s way to the female’s privacy. she exclaimed out a loud moan and hid her face in rogue’s neck. “can you shut the fuck up, dumb bitch? i’m trying to eat!” an annoyed yell flew at the two from the other side of the room. it was a guy in his twenty something, who was also with a girl. tripp’s face lost all the shades of fun and excitement; instead, it became cold and emotionless. “who the fuck ya just called a dumb bitch, pussy ass?” trippie’s tone was still yet loud enough for the male to hear. “ya hoe, and you too, motherfucker!” the male had something else to say, he kept going on but rogue couldn’t hear him no more. nor did he care. almost pushing coco off himself, he rapidly rose from his seat and headed towards the guy who kept running his mouth. with each new step rogue was getting closer to a lot of trouble for himself. he knew damn well he’s on parole, but at the same time, he didn’t care at all. just like that, just a few wrong words can start the fire of rage, those moments when trippie is not himself anymore. all he could see is his aim, the victim, and here he was, throwing a punch in the male’s  face before he could even get up from his seat.

the scene has changed once trippie dragged the male outside. coco was screaming and crying somewhere behind, but rogue was deaf to her begging. his fists gleamed with the mix of the man’s blood, and his own that was pouring through his knuckles. it’s not like the other one haven’t tried to fight back; he did, until the moment when he figured out that this red headed devil is just crazy. the way his fists flew right into the male’s face and under his ribs, it was clear as a day tripp went for a kill. like a pitbull, he wasn’t going to let go until he’s done. 

the sound of the sirens. someone screaming. a steal kissing his wrists before clenching onto them tightly. the backseat, where it smells like shit, dirty hoes and vomit. trippie shook his head and finally got back to reality. the wave of rage has disappeared and left trippie all by his lonesome with realization of him being caught by the fucking cops. “fuck!” he growled out and kicked the front seat with his foot. busted. and there’s no one else to blame for that. “fuuuuck...” he murmurs lowly to himself as he throws his head back and closes his eyes. a slow exhale and sequacity with the situation. what’s done is done, he just violated his parole, and he’s going back to jail.

he did it to himself. but, to tripp’s surprise, the car has stopped but not by the police station. it was the secluded area with the old, abandoned warehouses. the place where no one is going to bother you when you need some business done. rogue squinted his eyes some. what in the hell is going on? but he barely had time to think about it, instead, the door opened and his body got pulled out the car and pushed right over it’s hood. “well, well, well, rogue redd. long time no see.” one of the officers walked back and forth in front of him. trippie knew that motherfucker damn well, it wasn’t his first time meeting officer bellic. “yea, i missed ya’ll.” tripp hissed while trying to re-adjust his posture. “fuck ya’ll need?” he questioned and got a hit with a baton in a reply. “language.” bellic smirked while his colleague prepared to deliver another hit in case if trippie might have some more questions. instead, rogue scrunched the side of his face while his wolf like, animal stare focused on bellic. “i don’t care about the son of a bitch you just beat up out there, kid. and guess what, i’ll let you go but we need to have a little chat before that. is that clear?” bellic stopped from his slow pacing and looked down at trippie, who was leaning back against the hood. rogue refused to reply, so bellic continued. “okay. dan hernandez. taykashi. i bet this name is familiar, isn’t it?” bellic chuckled as he kept his eagle, piercing glare on trippie’s face. rogue did his best to show zero emotions, but, he knew that name damn well. his ex-best friend. “me and my friends got so sad after finding out taykashi is no longer with us. such unfortunate. you were probably sad as well, right?” bellic questioned trying to force emotions out of trippie. still, silence. “oh come on, i know you have a lot to say. he was your best friend who ended up snitching on you. you were probably dancing on his grave.” bellic lifts his eyebrow in already annoyed manner, awaiting for trippie to finally speak up. “may his rainbow hair rest in peace.” rogue mumbled through his teeth, something that tickled bellic’s nerves. “you’re being funny again, son? okay, looks like your best friend’s death didn’t bother you that much, but it did bother us. i think you know he was very helpful.” bellic chuckled and then smiled like a damn villain from the cheap, poorly executed cartoon. he saw how tripp’s top lip jerked some. “wait, what’s that? oh, right! he sung like a bird and dropped a few names. your’s included. so here’s my question, kid, and i better get my answers.” in the next moment bellic’s hand grippied around tripp’s throat. “who the hell killed taykashi? i need names, now. was it you?” trippie could feel bellic’s sour breath, he wanted to close his eyes and stop breathing so he won’t smell nor see this pig, but he wasn’t going to do that to please bellic’s ego. “i don’t know. i don’t fucking know!” trippie rasped trying to free himself from bellic’s grip. and, it wasn’t really welcomed by bellic. “stop lying, little motherfucker.” bellic grunted and tossed trippie onto the ground. bellic wasted no time throwing the same question over and over again. trippie wasn’t replying, instead, he tried to cover his head with his arms while bellic and the other officer tried to beat the names or confession out of him. but, they got nothing.

trippie coughed some and spit out the blood. he carefully peeked up. the car was gone. his hands weren’t handcuffed anymore. his body on fire, his busted lip swollen and his clothes all fucked up in the dust. rogue slowly got up and looked around. it will be a long way home, but taykashi was dead and trippie’s laughter boomed through the empty area.

[artificialqueens]

Forget Me Too (Taywhora) - Cashmere

A/N - A smutty yet angsty one shot dedicated to junosjukebox for encouraging me to play in the world of the DRUK. Love you, love your work. Can also be found on Ao3 under the pen-name crygiankie-trash

You want me to forget you Okay, forget me too You tell me you hate me Baby, yeah, I bet you do

“I fucking hate you” the words are mumbled against Tayce’s shoulder as she’s pressed against the wall, skirt hiked up around her waist as Tayce’s hand slips into her underwear not looking at all surprised when her fingers slide easily through the arousal that graces her fingertips before giving a low chuckle, one that has no business going straight to Aurora’s pussy, clenching pathetically around the single digit that Tayce has slipped inside her. “Is this all for little old me?” her tone is low, husky, lips pressed to the shell of her ear. “Don’t fucking flatter yourself Tayce” the words however don’t have the desired effect when they leave Aurora’s lips, her usually venomous tone, breathy and weak as her hips give an involuntary jerk as Tayce easily adds another finger, her thumb brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves already heightened from her  earlier ministrations. “I fucking hate you” the statement leaves her lips again, shaky and uncertain but it’s not at all surprising when Tayce’s nose brushes hers, dark eyes that are positively feral boring into her own; “I bet you do baby, but you’re still going to come all over my hand like a good girl, aren’t you A’whora?”

I saw you walk in the room and I tried my best Not to panic while I’m lookin’ for the back door I smell the perfume and it’s obvious I’m gonna stay and put my key in the back more

Kryptonite. She might have been a self confessed ‘bad bitch’ but the minute Aurora flashed those sultry eyes at her, Tayce knew she was a goner. The small miniskirt that rides up toned thighs that have been draped over her shoulders and bracketed her head countless times, the breasts that she knows will harden to dusky peaks under the smallest touch, lips that press against hers and throw every sense of self preservation she has out the window. It’s all wrapped into a delectable package that she knows Aurora deliberately chose to taunt and tease, in the game of give and take that they fall into over and over again.

Her outfit covers everything that it needs to, unlike Bimini who honestly runs a very real risk of being arrested for public indecency, but Tayce can’t keep her eyes off her. A cup of Ginny’s latest vaguely lemon scented concoction is raised to her lips, and from her vantage point across the room, she can see the smear of red gloss it leaves behind on the white plastic of the cup in her hand, the same one that’s smeared too many of her good shirts, that she’s scrubbed off her skin and washed out of her pillowcases. She’s got give or take 45 seconds to get out of the door before Aurora pounces, though the brief moment of hesitation has cost her time, and before she can make it across the room. The statuesque blonde is in front of her, makeup immaculate and Tayce wants nothing more than to force her to her knees, and not only wipe that look off her face but destroy that lipstick and perfect facade, and have her begging to be touched. Ruined. “Going somewhere?” Aurora’s voice sing-songs out, a teasing lilt to her tone as a groomed brow is raised, one hand tipped with talon like nails brushes against the buttons of her shirt, flicking one open with practiced ease, dragging the tip of her nail against the skin she uncovers. Her perfume; strong and heady permeates the air around them and overtakes Tayce’s senses, her hands coming to grip at the blonde’s hips, relishing in the soft gasp as they’re pulled together, bodies pressing against each other; fitting seamlessly, lips chasing the daring neckline of the scrap of material that Aurora’s trying to pass off as a top, before rasping out “Your room or mine?”

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t pretend to forget you The reason I punch a hole in the wall back home For the amount they fucked? They could double that amount with fighting. A screaming match here, an argument at the local pub, Aurora being carried out of the club by a bouncer as she screamed obscenities at the girl who dared put her hands on Tayce, or the time Tayce punched a hole clean through the plasterboard because Aurora dragged someone through the door after yet another disagreement and gave Tayce the bird from the top of the stairs, her moans deliberately carrying through the halls. Fucking, fighting. Not talking for days on end before crashing back together in a flurry of clothing, snapped comments of ‘I hate you’, and harsh bruising kisses that left their lips swollen and red and their chest and thighs with marks that took days to fade.

And then a couple hours later we’re in Room 29 at The Chateau

A glass of champagne sits next to her on the bedside table, as Aurora perches on the end of the bed painting her toenails a soft shade of baby pink, her face devoid of makeup bar a swipe of hydrating lip balm,  her hair bundled into a messy top-knot, the tip of her tongue poking out from between her lips as she concentrates, pushing the sleeves of the fluffy white robe past her elbows before huffing a sigh and wiggling her toes in Tayce’s direction. “Taaaayce! Help me?” the whiny tone would be annoying if it was anyone other than Aurora, but since it is? Tayce finds it almost endearing and allows the blonde to rest a slender foot in her lap and takes over painting her toenails. “So needy A’whora” her tone is gentle, teasing before pressing a soft kiss to the blonde’s ankle. It’s just  them, unguarded and a little champagne drunk, from Veronica’s rehearsal dinner, and once again? She’s lured in by the platinum haired siren.

A series of soft kisses start at Aurora’s ankles, peppering up well defined calves, and along tanned thighs until she reaches the apex of her thighs, and she can see how much Aurora wants her, she can smell her, can see the way her pussy glistens wet, and warm and when she unties the robe and lets it fall to the bed? Aurora looks nothing short of ethereal in the glow from the lamp. “Tayce, Tayce, Tayce” the words flow from her lips like a wanton mantra when Tayce delves into her as if she’s a starved man gorging himself at a banquet bringing the girl above her to incoherency over and over again, the familiar taste of her against the flat of her tongue, arousal slick around her mouth and sticking to her chin as she diligently works to bring the blonde undone over and over again leaving her shaking like a leaf and reaching out, their hands entwining as they catch their breath, Aurora’s movements languid and lazy as she sits up and moves Tayce’s robe off her shoulder before murmuring quietly “…my turn’.

I left before you woke up I don’t feel right, seeing you sober

She looks angelic, all pale skin and cosmetically enhanced pouty lips, her hair spread across the pillow in tangled blonde waves, her lashes flutter against high cheekbones with a smear of highlighter still stubbornly stuck on the skin there, and Tayce feels guilty, and does what she does best. She runs before she has to feel what waking up to Aurora’s eyes feels like, before she can be convinced to curl around her and feel the press of lips against her neck. The quiet laughter and the sleepy demands to stop thinking and spoon her that little bit longer. The way she’d hold the sheet to her chest, the swell of her breasts visible underneath the thin cotton and ask her to stay. Because Tayce would, but then she’d have to acknowledge her feelings, and she’s not at the point of doing that, because Aurora deserves so much more than what she can offer her. So she does what she does best and runs pointendly ignoring the pitying look Tia gives her as she puts on her sneakers and shoves her airpods in her ears before heading out the door.

You want me to forget you Okay, forget me too You tell me you hate me Baby, yeah, I bet you do

Sometimes the tables turn and Aurora plays Tayce at her own game. They’re both needy, possessive in their own way. Though Aurora is always more vocal about it, her naturally nasal tone gives her a whiny edge. Whereas Tayce in her anger is for the most part silent, with icy eyes and a harsh set of her jaw, one particular look that Lawrence notices directed at a girl that comes around to take A’Whora on a date. Cherry, a dark eyed nurse with waist length black hair that swings around her shoulders and a distinctive laugh that rings through the thin walls of their sharehouse. She’s pretty, funny and caring to boot and doesn’t seem to mind Aurora’s filthy humor or occasionally acerbic commentary. She stays around for longer than the others and Aurora seems almost content for a time, avoiding Tayce’s eyes, being alone with her. Though in company? She seems almost coy, her tanned manicured fingers weaving between Cherry’s pale ones, her gaze flicking over to Tayce from time to time and full of either feeble excuses of why she can’t come into Tayce’s room to watch Derry Girls for the 8th time, knocking on the bathroom door before she comes in.

She overhears a conversation between them, a laugh coming from Aurora, and a “shhh babe, you don’t have to worry about that. Tayce and I are just friends, barely’ before giving a scornful laugh. “No seriously babes, forget it. Tayce and I weren’t ever anything. Lawrence just wants everyone to have some sort of sexual tension because she wouldn’t be able to get it for herself if it smacked her in the mouth’, before their voices trail off and the soft smacking sound of lips connecting takes it’s place, and Tayce silently fumes, carrying her sandwich back to her room, teeth gnashing at the soggy bread angrily. “I hate you, I hate you” an ongoing loop in her head, despite knowing she really doesn’t and that if the moment arose? She’d end up back in A’Whora’s bed before the night was through.

I’m keepin’ you waitin’ But I won’t wait on you You want me to forget you Okay, forget me too

Drunken words are sober thoughts; at least according to a very inebriated Lawrence Chaney, which is why Tayce is currently sitting in a gutter, shoes next to her with a half eaten kebab in her handbag before Lawrence rambles in eloquently about how great her ‘fun bags’ looked in her new bra, how cute Ellie looked in her pink dress; though what pink dress confused Tayce since 98% of Ellie’s wardrobe consisted of pink dresses giving Tayce not only a view of the mouthful of masticated kebab that Lawrence was yet to swallow but also an earful of Lawrence’s thoughts.

“She’s nee gonna wait for you hen. Not if you keep up this shite” Lawrence’s voice is slurred, but the conviction is strong. “She loves ya you know? But yee keep running. Now I’m a runner too see? I run from me problems, and I run me mouth” before she leans forward, silvery coloured hair covering her face as she violently retches into the gutter under them. “When are youse going to sort your shite huh? Literally making me sick” and Tayce refuses to reply, instead focusing on gathering up Lawrence’s hair and holding it back refusing to let the words sink in until she’s lying in bed with Aurora snoring gently next to her, an arm draped across her torso.

I’ve wasted so much time Waitin’ around for your phone calls every night Aurora knows she’s an idiot, from insisting that her blonde is natural and that she just happened to be born with dark roots and eyebrows, that she can’t do maths, and that it took her a grand total of five times to get her drivers licence. But she’s also an idiot emotionally. She sits at home, the rapid click of her overlocker becoming a soothing beat as she feeds garment, after garment through the machine, the little metallic tap of her needle hitting the silver thimbles that protects the pads of her index fingers and thumbs as she painstakingly threads through another tiny bead, the ancient grandfather clock against the opposite wall showing the time as 3.55am.

“I’ll be home by 11, Asttina and I are gonna have dinner and I’ll call you after!’ Tayce’s empty promises run through her head before she sets the nearly constructed dress aside sighing, another night gone to waste, another broken promise before heading into the cake scented kitchen where Ginny is zipping around like she’s just downed a handful of uppers before offering a still steaming slice of tea cake to her. “Fancy a slice Babs?” her gaze still full of concern, but wisely choosing to say nothing already too familiar with the situation unfolding.

‘Cause I taste blood when you bleed It’s eatin’ me alive We’d both be better off alone Still think I’d get you on the phone With one last breath in me I’d die before I’d let you leave

They come crashing together again, a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing, their hands making quick work of Tayce’s trousers and Aurora’s skirt, their underwear carelessly discarded and their shirts following in quick unison. It’s rough, needy and everything they ever were, and will continue to be. Tayce raises her hand and brings it down hard on Aurora’s ass, the handprint blooming scarlet on the the pale flesh, with the hissed order to prepare herself as Tayce pulls the harness over her hips and adjusts it, lubing up the silicone as she moves back towards the bed, and where Aurora waits for her, three fingers deep in her own cunt, arousal webbing between her fingers and her opening when Tayce guides them out before pressing in with the strap.

The resounding moan from this both can only be described as primal. Her hips snap, thrusting into the blonde as Aurora bucks back into her, giving as good as she gets, her words mashing together in a cacophony of swears, please and Tayce’s name, before coming with a scream as Tayce’s teeth sink into her shoulder in a bid to muffle her own orgasm, the coppery taste of blood heavy on her tongue and flipping their positions. She looks like a queen, her usual platinum hair glowing golden in the lamplight, swept back like a lion mane as her hips move confidently, her posture perfect, like the very strap she’s sitting on is a throne, long lashes fluttering as she rides to another orgasm before flopping on the bed next to Tayce, an acrylic nail tracing the ebony areola of Tayce’s nipple asking plaintively  “….Don’t leave tonight?’

You left before I woke up Why don’t I ever see you sober? You want me to forget you Okay, forget me too

She wakes up in her own bed, swathed in pale blue mulberry silk sheets with a stomach of churning liquor and a head as heavy as an elephant. A manicured hand reaches out blindly next to her feeling for the warmth of the body next to her only come back empty, the sheets retaining a hint of warmth and the faint scent of perfume. No note, no nothing. Her other hand reaches out, locating a glass of lukewarm water that tastes faintly of dust but that clears the cotton balls from her throat and gives her the strength to open her eyes. No note, no nothing. Just a faint indentation on the pillow and a strap on the floor still streaked with the remnants of her orgasm. Her eyes roll, a breath huffed out between filler filled lips before she settles back to sleep, waking up hours later when Tia sneaks into her room and sits on the end of the bed, all gangly limbs and kind eyes before asking concerned ‘You okay bitchtits?’ and Aurora gives a tight nod in return before shrugging ‘fuck ‘em right?’ though she can see in Tia’s eyes that she doesn’t believe her but Tia ever the faithful friend; squeezes at her knee over the covers echoing “Yeah. Forget her’

You tell me you hate me Baby, yeah, I bet you do I’m keepin’ you waitin’ But I won’t wait on you You want me to forget you? Okay, forget me too The sound of a hard slap rings across the lounge room and Tayce winces, holding her jaw knowing a bruise will bloom to fruition by tomorrow, and she can’t even fault Aurora knowing that she deserves that and probably so much more. That turning up to Bimini’s party with Pippa on her arm was a dumb idea, especially since the girl was wearing a dress that could only be described as low rent version of Aurora’s, her veneers gleaming harshly under the ambiance lighting connected to the google home assistant that perches on the bench pulsing out a spotify playlist that Lawrence had dubbed ‘every good LGBTQIA, LMNOP party anthem of the past decade’ and Aurora had kept her composure until they’d come face to face, the old magnetic pull still there as strong as ever, their gazes locked in a staring contest before Aurora had commented plainly ‘You left, again. And then ghosted me. Again. God I don’t know why I keep waiting for you to change” before Tayce had shrugged plainly in return, a smirk touching at the corner of her lips unsure how to react to the situation before panicking as Pippa approached. “Sounds like a you problem Girl” immediately regretting the words as they leave her mouth, as a pained expression flits across Aurora’s immaculately painted face and her hand rises making contact before she swivels on her heels and storms away, the click of the front door somehow rising above the music, a sudden iciness that has nothing to do with the blast of January air that permeated the room and chilling Tayce to her bones as the party rolls on around her.

Hey you Tell me why you do the things that make me hate you? It’s an emotional kaleidoscope when I face you Permanent calligraphy, I just tattooed your name on me forever Her hand stings, though so does the biting wind that cuts into the bare skin of her arms and she’s not sure what pain she’d rather feel. The cold, or the emotional turmoil of seeing Tayce again, or the fact she knows deep down that she’d go back over and over again and that the hazel eyed beauty has gotten so far under her skin that she’s essentially tattooed her name over Aurora’s heart, and that each time she leaves? She stomps on it before closing the door.

A weight sits down beside her, a robust purple clad arm wrapping around her and warming her up as she leans into the familiar figure, giving a smile at the thick Scottish accent asking something that sounds distinctively like ‘U ok hun?’ before shrugging and not at all surprised when Lawrence sheds her jacket and draps it over her before passing a flask of whisky over, content to sit there for a little longer before Lawrence stands up. “Now c’mon. I can’t go freezin’ me clit off. Ell’s will kill me. Lets get you inside aye. Ignore her. We’ll go get Bim’s vodka and get you buzzing off ya tits.You know you’re not gonna get an answer off her Hen’ and so Aurora goes back into the house, trying to avoid the eyes that keep meeting hers, not at all surprised when Tayce slips outside without saying goodbye.

She hates her, but god she wants her, and when she’s tucked back into bed. The silken sheets now a stone grey flannel for the winter caress her skin as her hand moves between her legs, lips moving soundlessly as she brings herself undone, mouthing the same word over and over again. “Tayce”

You want me to forget you? Okay, forget me too

They meet in a coffee shop, somewhere neutral that isn’t enveloped in memories of them, and when things were easier. Aurora’s lips are still glossy and red streaking the white mug in front of her. Tayce’s hair hangs to her waist, bleached a vibrant shade of blonde that makes her look more striking than ever, especially when paired with the scarlet trench-coat that streamlines her figure. Their conversation ebbs and flows between them. Work, weather, their friends, a cocktail bar that just opened up, holiday plans, Aurora’s grandparents before it turns to a more serious discussion. Them.

“Do you think you’ll ever be ready?” Aurora; ever the brave one finally asks, sending Tayce lapsing into silence giving a shake of her head once, twice. Her lips pressing together as she works to find an answer, an apology, an excuse even but draws a blank each time, and Aurora can’t hide the look of disappointment that marrs her features, a deep crease appearing between her eyebrows in a display that she hasn’t gotten her botox recently. “Then forget me Tayce, whatever we had, or whatever we were? Forget me”

[antigoneidk]

Nothing's gonna hurt you baby|t.h.

A/N : something special for this special day heheh I hope you like it! It's a little different from what I've done before.Also I'm sorry for any mistakes. I love youu(you can listen to the song if you want to,trust me you won't regret it it's in the end)

Warnings : fluff and a little smut

_

She woke up hearing the birds singing outside,flying,being free. Her eyes blinked from abrupt contact with the bright sunlight and her head switched to the other side. Although she just woke,she felt exhausted and barely moved. Her cheeks were puffy and her small eyes were like fire. Everything burnt,the worst kind of pain. The sheets were cold next to her. A man's body was missing. Moments from the previous night came to her tired mind,as feelings overwhelmed her heart.

"Babe?"her voice sounded like a melody to his ears."Do you want to watch a movie with me?"his eyes met hers. He couldn't resist to this soul, who was now lying next to him.

"Of course my love,whatever you want"she laughed like a little kid, clapping her hands together. He watched her from behind. Her hair long, covering the half of her back, looked soft and brighter. Her curves, her hands, her legs, the way she was focused on searching a movie to watch. She could literally have any man she wanted or wished for. But she chose him, she was with him.

Their legs warmed one another, her head resting on his chest, going up and down. His lips on top of her forehead, kissing it every two minutes.

She felt the most luckiest girl. His arms wrapped around her, giving the comfort she never felt in her life. Her cheeks hurting from the bright smile she wore and from the heat, causing them to turn into a light shade of red.

None of them was paying attention to the movie. Were lost in their feels. They looked at each other at the same time, giving them a good amount of laughter, before their lips connect. The world stopped spinning. People stopped moving except these two lovebirds. The kiss was slow, expressing their inner feelings. They couldn't  hear anything but their hearts beating at the same tempo. She jumped to his lap, her hands now exploring his chest and neck as his hands were placed to her waist pulling her as much closer as possible. Their tongues fighting now,their hunger to taste each other's bodies.

She wanted to feel him inside her listening to his moans, kissing her neck and whispering sweet words like every other time.

He wanted to feel her around him, hearing her moans, feeling her quick breath to his shoulder, telling her how much he loves her.

In minutes their clothes were on the floor. His tongue rediscovered her body, her breasts, her belly, her pussy. So did his fingers. Every inch was something new. It was like the universe put an effort to make this piece of art that he had under him, moaning at his touch and taking his breath away whenever she called his name.

Her hands were scratching his back and later his curls. She wasn't able to speak from the pleasure she felt at that moment. The pleasure he was giving. He looked like an angel that was sent to this world to save and take her at a better place.

"Tom"she whispered at his ear, feeling him inside her, hitting her spot. He met her eyes only for a moment before she closed them again, leaning her head back and moan his name once more. He was the luckiest man in the world.

Her heart was exploding through her chest,not being able to calm. Her legs around his body, shaking and burning. Her skin was so hot under his touch, it wasn't even possible for a woman to feel like this. He had this power over her and he wasn't even realizing.

In fact he was scared that someday she'll fly away from his arms. She'll find love somewhere else, far away from him. This was the main reason he felt the need to express his love to her always, making her feel good in so many different ways. Kissing her,spoiling her, dancing with her, sing to her, writing about her, making love to her. He saw her eyes getting brighter, her smile bigger, her hugs longer. He knew she was going to be forever his, but still the fear of losing her was present.

Y/n was terrified too. That he will get bored, that his love for her will stop at some point, that one day he might me gone. His arms will hug another person's body, his lips will not longer kissing hers. The thought of it was enough for her to tear up. She didn't want to lose him. He was her soulmate, her world, the meaning in the miserable life she was drowning. He was her savior.

And although they were scared for the other person's feelings, the only thing both didn't doubt was their unconditional love they felt for each other. She was in love with him. He was in love with her.They knew they wouldn't stop loving and cherish the other. They were convinced that this was their destiny, to be in love.

"I love you"their voices blended so well. Their bodies started to move faster and both couldn't breath easily. Their moans filled the entire house, and even further, not being ashamed if the neighbors were able to hear them. They didn't care about the rest of the world. It was just the two of them, in that bed screaming as they were closer to the edge.

They finished at the same time. Tom's body moved to the side trying to catch his breath. She turned to him, placing her head to his bare upper body, giving little kisses.

"I'm gonna make something to eat okay?"she smiled as she watched him breathing hard and barely speak. She was responsible for that, but he did more to her in ways she couldn't express, and probably never will.

A satin robe covered her naked body. She was standing in the kitchen, moving every now and then to take things, add some, throw some others, mixing, baking. She wanted to thank him. He was the only one to take her away and travel in places even God had forgotten. He was the only one to make her smile so much. He was the only one that made her feel so weak just from a touch. He was much more than just a man walking down the streets every day and night. But she didn't know that she was the one that saved him.

When you are feeling lonely, it seems that everyone is happy except yourself. You don't have someone to talk to, share thoughts, laugh with, give your love to. Just silence. And then you start feeling less and less. That's how he was feeling the day she accidentally threw her drink all over him. She became that person he was searching for years. That made him start feeling again. Who knows where he would be of they didn't met there.

He leaned against the door, just watching her cook. Her hair up now, showing her neck that was full of hickeys he left moments ago. Her body so flawless, that made him want to feel her again.

"Y/n"she stopped and looked at him. "Can I have a dance with you?"

"What about this?"he grabbed her hand and started walking to the living room. She laughed a little and waited for him to put a song. She didn't know why his heart desired dance so much. She loved watching him dance around the living room though, he looked like happier like that. And she was always looking at him with a full heart.

His hands pulled y/n's body closer to his. He started swinging and she followed fascinated from him and the way he looked under nothing but the moonlight.

"Whispered something in your ear, it was a prevented thing to say but I said it anyway, made you smile and look away"

Her head was resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed enjoying the dance. Tom's head was resting on the side of hers, his lips next to her ear.

" Nothing's gonna hurt you baby. As long as you're with me you'll be just fine. Nothing's gonna hurt you baby, nothing's gonna take you from my side"

That's how she felt with him. He was the shield she needed. Nothing was getting to her anymore, 'cause he was the one that protected her. She never felt unhappy or worried about things she used to. Tom was the person that made her feel happy, loved, carefree.

And that's how he felt with her. Y/n took the pain away from him. She was there when his friends couldn't. She listened and cared. Only beautiful emotions got through him because of her.

"When we dance in my living room, to that silly 90's R&B. When we have a drink or three, always ends in a hazy shower scene"

He picked her from the ground, her legs around him. She rested her forehead to his looking to his brown eyes, darker that usual. Her butterflies flew inside her entire system. Their lips connected again as their emotions got the most of themThe only thing that bothered him was that robe that blocked her beauty. He wanted to see her from head to toe naked every day all day. She was like a drug, the most dangerous one he couldn't say no to. She was allowed to ruin his life if she wanted to.

They lay down, hunger take over them for the second time. Just with kisses and she was already wet enough.

"Waterfall is overflowed"he whispered to her ear, his fingers playing with her, moans coming from her mouth.

"Nothing's gonna hurt you baby. Nothing's gonna take you from my side"

He was now inside her, the pleasure hitting him like electricity. She was tight around him, fitting him better than anyone. His heart next to hers, his eyes scanning her expressions one by one. Every girl would be jealous from her beautifulness and every guy was wishing to be him right now.

"When we laugh into the microphone and singing, with our sunglasses on to our favorite songs"

They both remembered the same day. Their first road trip. It was a hot summer day, music was loud and they were singing, or dancing, or laughing, or kissing. A day spent away from where they lived, next to a river just the two of them.

She finished first only a few seconds before him. The moon was even smiling seeing their tired bodies come closer, hugging one another. She kissed his lips with lust and mostly love. She tried to make sure he knew she was there for him. And she was staying.

She got up from the bed, sun watching her naked body. She got her robe again and made her way to the living room where she found him. He was standing next to the window with a cup in his hand, only wearing his grey sweatpants. He knew that they would drive her insane and she knew that he was aware of that weakness.

"Good morning baby"her voice made him smile before he felt her hand to his curls.

"Good morning"he kissed her." How was your sleep?"he asked as he caressed her cheek.

"I slept good"she laughed."When did you moved us from the ground?"

"A couple hours ago" he sipped from his cup,pulling her to a hug." I made you breakfast. Well you did last night but something came up"

"Yes I know. What a pity!" she smiled at him before starting running around the furnitures with him behind her.

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I hope you enjoyed it. Here's the song:

[smol-and-grumpy]

Teacher Of The Year - P.11

Pairing: Professor Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Heartbroken and restless, she walked into a bar with the full intention of getting smashed but she got more than she bargained for. Much more.

Warnings: NSFW, sex toys

WC: 2699

SERIES MASTERLIST

BECOME A PATRON ~ BUY ME A COFFEE

She wakes up to Dean’s text.

D: Wear it today?

Y/N gets up and takes a shower, and now she’s standing around in her room naked, is kind of excited and anxious at the same time. 

Oh my god, she can’t believe that she’s doing this. 

Holding the little toy in her hand, she turns it around in her palm, sighs one last time before she touches herself down there, and of course she’s already wet, has been since she woke up to the damn text.

The toy’s not big, a little bigger than the tampons she uses and it doesn’t hurt when she slips it in. She wriggles her hips from side to side, making it comfortable, wriggling until she can barely feel that something is plugged up in her pussy at all.

She then proceeds to wear her panties and skirt. She notices that she’s wearing skirts more often lately but why should she stop. It gave Dean such easy access and she’s not complaining because he isn’t either.

*

 In class, she sits down on the cold chair, has to wriggle again to make herself comfortable.

And now, she waits for Dean to come in, she’s already wet of anticipation. 

He comes in a couple of minutes later, all smiles, doesn’t wear his glasses, and the crinkles around his eyes stand out even more. Her heart flutters strangely, of course her pussy flutters, too.

“Hello class. I hope you had a good start this morning.” He greets them as he looks around the room, his gaze rests on her for a couple of seconds before he moves forward with his lecture. 

“Okay, would you please open your books to page thirty-seven? There’s a riddle. Anyone tried to solve it yet? If not, do it now. And if yes, you can go on and read the next chapter.” Dean says and looks around. 

She’s been watching him, sees when his eyes meet hers. He raises his eyebrow, just one, how can he do that? It’s a question, she knows because she nods subtly.

Dean smiles, his face beams up, and she can’t help but bite back her laugh at the excitement that’s written on his face. This man is slowly but surely growing on her and she can literally feel herself falling more and more for him every day. But she also knows that she shouldn’t, right? Falling for your own professor, that’s not supposed to happen, is it? While her fellow students are reading through the riddle, she too, focuses on the writing. That is until she feels her pussy buzzing to life. 

Holy shit.

She presses her thighs together, looks up from the book and glances around the room to see if someone heard anything but all none of them seem to care. 

Closing her eyes, she tries to breathe, wrapping herself in the feel of the vibrations and she tries to concentrate on not moaning out too loud. She opens her eyes again, her teeth bite down on her bottom lip and there he is, sitting in his chair in the front and grinning at her. His hand holds something that looks awfully similar to a little remote that’s missing in the box she opened last night.

The vibrations start to get stronger and she sits upright, her hands grips at the desk in front of her and she looks around again, can’t help it, she so hopes that nobody notices. She bites down even harder on her lips, drawing a little blood, and tastes copper on her tongue. 

When she looks at Dean, the grin is gone and he licks his lips. 

It vibrates even harder now, and she wonders how much harder it can get, she feels like she’s about to burst already.

Squeezing her legs together, Y/N tries to move her hips, searches for friction that isn’t there but her cunt’s throbbing. It’s almost unbearable.

Fuck.

Her orgasm builds up so quickly, and when she presses her legs together harder, she’s almost there. She looks around the room again but no one does seem to care so she stares forward, sees Dean watching her. The grin is back and then he places his index finger on his lips, reminding her to be quiet. She rolls her eyes at that, as if she doesn’t know that she can’t fucking cry out right in the class.

She feels the sensation building and building, she’s standing right on the edge, ready to fall, and grips her desk harder, pressing her legs tighter together. Her toes start to curl up, her legs tremble and then she lets go, bites down on her lips so hard the blood drips down her chin. One splatter of blood drops down to her book. 

The buzzing is less intense and she knows it’s because Dean knows that she came, he gives her time to come down from her high, but he’s not taking the good feeling away completely. She’s sure that she’s drenched her panties, will probably have to ditch them for the rest of the day. 

Y/N sees Dean hiding the remote and puts it back into his pants pocket, he leaves the vibration on the lowest setting though, the vibrations barely noticeable, but the feeling is great. 

Dean takes out his phone from his pocket after, and she can see him typing something in. Seconds later, her phone buzzes next to her.

D: You look so goddamn sexy when you come, sweetheart. I’m so fucking hard just watching you. Can’t wait.

Immediately, her cheeks begin to redden even more, and Dean’s clearing his throat. 

“Miss? No texting in class. Thank you.”

Oh that little shit, she thinks, and rolls her eyes at him. Which probably isn’t the greatest thing to do because Dean still has the remote and there’s still over twenty minutes left of the class. 

And like she thought he would, Dean walks around, talking to the students about that damn riddle that she didn’t even read because he was fucking distracting her. He holds the book in one hand and the other hand is in his pants pocket.

Every now and then, while he talks to other students, he would turn it up to the maximum, bringing her so close to the edge to only turn it off again. By the end of the class, she’s a mess and sinks into her seat groggily. 

Dean waits until the last student’s gone before he winks at her with a cocky grin. “You need help there?” He walks up the couple of steps, waits for her to walk towards him on wobbly legs.

“You’re the worst,” She mumbles, comes to stand next to him.

“I know,” Dean chuckles, “It wasn’t fun, wasn’t it?”

She shoots him a glare and before she can even say something, he grabs at her wrist and places her hand on his bulge. Her pussy starts to tingle again at the feel of his hard cock. 

“Feel that?” He whispers, steps closer but stays clear of touching her. However he noses at her temple, whispers deep and low, “All because of you.”

She swallows and there’s a proud feeling in her guts.

“How long till your next class?” He growls and he can’t stay away, she knows that, because he swirls his tongue around her earlobe.

“I-I have thirty minutes,” She stutters.

Dean smiles, “Me too. Want me to help you take it out?” His hand brushes against the fabric of her top, grazing her nipple that peaks against his touch.

“Yes, please.”

 *

Back in his office, Dean sits down in his chair, and tells her to sit on his desk. She does what he tells her, no questions asked. What a fucking good girl.

Y/N places either legs on the armrests of his chair, caging him in and leans back, propping herself up on her elbows.

“I feel like I’m at my OB/GYN.” She says and he has to chuckle at that. 

“Well, maybe that’s another kink we can explore when we have more time,” He licks his lips, sees her blushing. Her cheeks turn the same shade as her cunt.

Dean hooks his hand around her thighs, pulls her closer to the edge and then he strokes the inner of her thighs, she squirms against his touch. He lets the tip of his fingers trace along her panties and feels how wet they are from the orgasm and constant teasing.

“You’re soaked, baby.” His voice comes out a little straining, “Love that it’s me that did this to you.” He presses the pad of his fingers on her clit through, rubs circles on it. He then takes them away, sucks them into his mouth, and she whimpers out at that. Dean can’t hide his smirk.

“Love it, too,” She bites on her lips, closes her eyes for a brief moment. 

“Let’s take it out, shall we?” He grins, his fingers toying with the crotch of her underwear and pulls them aside, groans a little when he sees her cunt glistening at him.

She bites back a moan when Dean blows air against it. He can be a little shit, he knows.

He leans down a little, his face ghosting in front of her wet heat and he literally smells her arousal. It makes him fucking light headed. 

Threading his middle finger through her slick, he dips it in a little, sees her flinch and stops, “You okay?”

“Yeah, god, go on!”

“I’m Dean, not god,” He giggles at his own joke before he pushes his finger in further and she might think that he didn’t see the eye rolling but he did. 

She liked to watch him, despite being so turned on, she still watched his face, hard in concentration, the tip of his tongue darting out, resting on the corner of his mouth.

“It’s in there somewhere…” He purses his lips, drilling his finger in deeper, “I can feel it.”

“Fuck, you’re not getting it out, are you? It’s going in deeper!” She breathes hard, tries to focus but the sensation is too overwhelming. She has to throw her head back, closes her eyes. 

“Gotta get more in there, hold still,” He places one big hand on her lower abdomen, pressing down a little to make her quit squirming around and then he works two more of his thick fingers in. 

Y/N bites down on her bottom lip, squints her eyes when she feels the stretch and Dean wriggles his fingers inside of her too, pushing all the right fucking buttons, almost making her losing it.

“Shit,” She huffs out, watches his head dip lower, watches him sticking his tongue out and licks up her slit, the tip of it twirls around the hood of her clit. She has to throw her head back again at the sensation and catches the sight of a clock on the wall, “Dean! There’s only ten minutes left and I need to run!”

“‘M sorry,” He chuckles, “Couldn’t help myself. You look so fucking delicious, spread out like a goddamn meal,” He sits back up a little, fingers digging around on the inside of her.

“Oh, haha,” Dean smiles, “I have it!”

She can feel his fingers grabbing at something inside, and then he pulls it out with a stupid grin on his face, holds it up to her afterwards for her to see. She knows that she probably could have taken it out faster and she knows that he obviously dragged it out unnecessarily but of course she let him because how could she not? The proud smile on his face is priceless.

Dean fishes out a handkerchief from his pants and she frowns. Who still owns a cotton handkerchief nowadays? He must be reading her thoughts because he smirks, “Shut up, I am a professor, elbow patches and all, I do have cotton handkerchiefs, alright?”

He proceeds to wrap up the vibrator into the handkerchief and places it inside the drawer in his desk, takes out a key and locks it up before he looks back at her. She’s still spread on his desk. 

“Baby, as much as I would like to eat you out and make you come three times in a row in the next ten minutes — and shush, I could definitely do that,” He winks, “I’m also dying to fuck you because I don’t think that I’ll be able to concentrate on my next lecture with a a fucking boner in my pants. And there’s not one hot student in sight in my next class, either.”

She snorts out a laugh, “Oh, you’re a charmer, aren’t you?” 

Her hands go down on herself, rubs at her clit, fingers trailing along her slit until it disappears in her cunt, “Fuck me, please? Professor?” She stares at him with puppy eyes. 

Dean grins, “You know that I can never say no to you, right?” He leans down, meeting her lips, kisses her hard and rough.

Y/N unbuckles his belt while he kisses her, pulls down his zipper and he groans into the kiss at the feeling of her hands wrapping around his throbbing dick. She guides his cock to her pussy, teases it a little before she places it to her opening. 

He stands back up, grabs her around her legs and pushes her back as he thrusts his dick into her, making her bite down on her lips to stifle her moans. He hoists her legs up to his shoulders, bites and licks at them as he begins to fuck her deep and hard. 

His gaze travels over her body, head tilting to look at the clock, sees that there’s only five more minutes left. “Baby, we’ll make it quick.” 

“Al-alright,” She pants and feels Dean’s thumb playing with her clit, his thrusts picks up speed either, fucking harder and faster in to her. 

“So good, Jesus, so fucking tight,” He mumbles low and dirty, the slapping of wet skin is loud in the room. “You close? Fuck, I’m gonna—” He bites on his bottom lip, tries to hold it back a little while longer, doesn’t like to come before her, and she knows that. 

So she tries to reach that peak, plays with her own nipples, twists and turns them and there it was, the trembling of her thighs, the shaking over her legs, “Shit, shit, oh god, Dean,” Quickly, she clasps a hand over her mouths.

“Now, baby!” Dean grunts out, and she comes, biting into her hand as Dean releases himself inside of her. 

He pulls out right after, a thing she absolutely hates because she likes to have him inside forever and always, if she has a say in this. 

“Fuck,” Dean chuckles, leans down and kisses her. But only short because he already turns around and gets tissues, rubs over his cock, throws the used cloth into his bin. 

Dean helps her up, on her feet, pecks her forehead. 

“I need to clean too,” She says, reaches out to grab a tissue but he stops her.

“Nuh-uh,” He says, pecks her nose, “You’re going to class like that. I want you to think of me when my cum runs out of you. Want you to think of how I just fucked you on my desk. Want you to think of how I will fuck you again later tonight.”

He lowers himself on his knees, lifts up her skirt and puts her panties back into place. She can already feel his cum dripping out, thick liquid pools around her crotch.

Dean comes up again, cups her chin in his hand before he kisses her hard, stealing what little breath she has left. “Baby, when my come drips out of you in the next lecture or the one after that and the one after that, I want you to know. You. Are. Mine.” He emphasizes each word with softer but not less intense kisses on her lips. 

She’s unable to form words so she just stares. Because my god, yes, she’s his. 

“Now run, or you’ll be late.” He turns her around by her shoulders, spanks her ass, “Go!”

P.12

[thisisthehardestthing]

Hello!!!! I love your writing!!! I came across the Tendou Rumpelstiltskin au and it is the greatest thing I have ever read in my e n t i r e life. The time period wording 🔥👌 the way Tendou is written 👌🔥 everything was perfect!!! Congrats on 1k!!!! Could I request the horoscope request for a Scorpio with Tendou with "you better be quiet if you dont want to get caught" 🥺👉👈 💕💕💕

heya love! Thank you so so so so much for your kind words!! They have made my day when I first read them! I love our Tendo, so it was a pleasure to write him for you!

FYI: I used this more as a prompt prompt, rather than a dialogue prompt incorporated in it, since I’ve already written it.

18+ “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

warnings: public sex, oral (receiving)

This was becoming way too much of a habit for you to be fine with it. Tendō has a thing for public sex, exhibitionism, getting so close to getting caught. There’s a bounce in his step, a whistle in his throat when he comes across the next spot to ravish you in public.

The current location? Right behind the public showers at the beach.

Your swimsuit clings to your folds, wet from more than the ocean as his nimble fingers stroke you over the lycra. His kisses are passionate, multiple, coming in hot waves over the salty skin of your neck, chest, falling to his knees in front of you. This is the most public you guys have been so far. Literally, anyone can walk around the corner. There are no trees, no shade. There's only a brick wall that your back is pressed against, open beach on the other side.

"Tendō, stop, someone might see us," you whisper, but it comes out weak. You don't actually want him to stop. It turns you on just as much as him, but so do your pleas.

"Ssh, only if you're not quiet," he hums, the breath against your inner thigh like fire. "Now open your legs a little wider for me so I can eat this wet ass pussy."

There's a long lick to your covered slit, and he groans against your skin, ignoring his own warning. He mumbles something about how delicious, how salty, how fucking tasty you are. It makes your knees weak, your fingers curl into his cherry-red hair, the colour rivalling the heat you feel licking your body, rising up your chest and into your cheeks.

Somewhere behind you, a toilet flushes, and you're reminded of how close you are to filth, how nasty the two of you are being. It's only fitting.

Your swimsuit bottom is moved to the side, a long finger teasing you as it strokes up, not entering inside but just hovering on the outskirts. You bite your lip, not wanting to give away the hiding place the two of you have found. With your head resting against the wall, you stare out at the empty beach, the white sand endless like the stamina of the man between your thighs.

"Fucking do it already, Tendō," you snap, thighs quivering with his teasing.

"So impatient!" he laughs, but he obliges, finger curling into you, lips coming back to suck at the skin available to him, the hood of your sensitive nerves pulled into his mouth as you're almost swallowed whole, drowning in him.

The gasp that leaves your mouth is in no way subtle. It's obvious, embarrassing, incredibly arousing. You can just picture that someone is on the other side of the wall, inside the changing rooms, listening in, trying to peak, maybe they touch themselves too.

Sure, Tendō has a thing for public sex, but then again, so do you.

[bylerboyfriends]

Can you write something with Will like being out somewhere and he runs into his dad whose just a big, dumb jerk and so he calls Mike to ask him to pick him up. And Mike's just super comforting and protective because I live for that obviously.

When Will Byers looked outside his bedroom window, a smile was immediately brought to his face. It was a wonderfully sunny day. He rushes out of his bedroom and down the stairs; nearly each step causing a creak in the boards. Their house in Ohio is nicer and bigger than their Indiana home even though it’s very old and in great need of a new paint job.

When he reaches the kitchen he is greeted by his mother. A small smile on her face as she stands at the counter with a mug of coffee in her hand. “Hi honey,” she says, opening her arms for a hug, “I knew you’d be down early on such a pretty day.”

Will smiles widely as he leans into her embrace, “Hi mom.”

They exchange a few words before Will takes the short grocery list and a twenty dollar bill then heads out the door. Their house was very conveniently placed, only a moderate walk from town. It’s an enjoyable walk: large trees that provide shade from the sun, sweet sounding birds, and the nicest neighbors ever.

As Will is strolling down the street he gets several smiles from cute elderly members of the block, sometimes being stopped for an exchange of small talk. He soon makes it to town, where he enters a family owned shop and is greeted by an enthusiastic hello from the owner. “Byers! I was just wondering when you would stop by again!”

“Hi, Mr. DeMarco! Just need a few things.”

“Of course, son. Oh, there’s a sale on Pillsbury products.” He winks and moseys away.

Will only took 4 steps down an aisle before he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see none other than his father.

“Hey there, boy.” Lonnie ruffled his son’s hair and half grinned down at him.

“D-dad?” Will didn’t even know if it was appropriate to call him that. He sure as hell hasn’t been much of a dad since.... well he never really had been one. “What do you want?”

Lonnie chuckled. A wet, sarcastic laugh. He’s been drinking. “What, a man can’t visit his son?”

“How’d you find me?”

Lonnie paused a moment before responding, looking Will up and down. “Ways.”

Will began to freak out. How in the hell did Lonnie find him? Does he know someone here, in Ohio? He takes a few steps backwards. This resulted in another chuckle from his father.

“You always were a fuckin’ pussy. Never wanting to face what’s in front of you.”

“What do you want? Why are you here?”

“I have a right to see my family.”

“We are NOT family.”

“Now, son,” Lonnie puts a hand on Will’s shoulder. When he pulled back from his touch, Lonnie got angry and grabbed both of Will’s arms, then got uncomfortably close to his face. “No matter how much you want to deny it, I’ll always be a part of you. You’ve got half my DNA kid, that’s not something you can run away from.”

“What exactly have I run from, dad? Because I can bet that I’m braver than you’ll ever even dream to be.”

Lonnie shoved his shoulder.

“You don’t know a thing about me. You don’t even want to! All you care about is making sure I know that we’re the biggest regret of your life.”

Another shove.

“Is this what happens when I don’t run? You push me away instead? Because it’s YOU that’s afraid to face what’s in front of you. Not me.”

Lonnie pushes Will so hard he slides down the floor of the aisle. “SHUT UP. SHUT THE HELL UP. You’ve got a lot of nerve talking to me like that, son.”

“I WILL NEVER BE YOUR SON.”

Lonnie rears his fist back. Will shuts his eyes tight and braces himself, but the punch never comes. Instead, there were sirens.

Will opened his eyes to see his dad running to the back exit of the store. He looks up from his position on the floor to see Mr. DeMarco at the end of the aisle, a concerned look on his face.

“Hey kid,” he says shyly, “you alright?”

“Uhm...” Will turns to avoid the sweet store manager seeing the tear slide down his cheek. “Yea, I’m fine. Thank you, Mr. DeMarco. C-can I borrow your phone?”                                        *** Mike got there frighteningly quick. When Will called him, he was ironically already on his way to visit the Byers as a surprise. But as soon as Mike heard the panic in his best friend’s voice, he pushed twice as hard on the gas pedal. He was honestly surprised he didn’t get pulled over, but it wouldn’t matter anyway. Will was hurting.

Mike swerves into a parking space and rushes to Will, who was sitting on the sidewalk outside of a small store. “Will, are you okay? What happened?”

“My dad,” he responds. “He found me, somehow. I- I don’t know how but he did and as soon as he saw me he just started... started berating me. Treating me like shit when he hasn’t even seen me since... since....”

Mike realized then that the last time Will’s father came around was when everyone thought he was dead. Even then, Lonnie only cared because he saw profit in the misery.

“Will, it’s okay now.” Mike looks around to see cops talking to a short and chubby man who seemed to be the store manager. “The cops will take care of it. They’ll find him and put his ass in jail.”

His best friend sighed exasperatedly, as if Mike’s words had no truth to them. “On what charges? All he did was shove me.”

“HE SHOVED YOU? WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE IS?” Mike only thought Lonnie had come to... well Mike didn’t really know what he had come to do. All he knew was that Will sounded scared and Mike needed to be there for him immediately. But now that he knows that asshole pushed Will? Anger was bubbling in the pit of his stomach. The knowledge that he couldn’t do anything, wasn’t there to protect Will... what if Will didn’t get away? What if no one called the cops?

“Mike?”

Will’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. When he looked over at his friend, the mixed emotions in his eyes broke his heart. Confusion, concern, frustration... fear. Mike sat next to his friend, “I’m sorry, Will. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

Tears fall onto Will’s cheeks. The exhaustion in his eyes broke something in Mike. He knew the pain his friend has been through. He couldn’t help but want to take Will into his arms and tell him everything will be okay.

He decides that might be too forward, though. Instead he helps Will stand up and they go to Mike’s car. When they were situated in the driver and passenger seat, Mike took Will’s hand. “You don’t have to go home, Will. I’ll stay here with you all night.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to! I’m not letting you go home when you feel unsafe. And this is the perfect opportunity,” Mike turns and puts his arm in between the seat and the car door. Suddenly, the chair pops backward, “To show off my reclining seats.” He wiggles his eyebrows; this was his weak attempt at cheering Will up.

He did end up smiling and wiping the tears off his red and puffy cheeks, eyes bloodshot. He hates seeing Will like this, it’s a side of Will that Mike is all too familiar with.

“Hey. You’re not alone.” He squeezes Will’s hand. “I’m here. I’ll stay as long as you need me to. You can come stay with me for a little while, even. The piece of shit already knows where I live so he wouldn’t be getting any new information.... Just tell me what you want, Will. I’ll do anything.”

….And this is when Will finally breaks down. He leans over the armrest that separates the two boys and leans into Mike’s chest, crying harshly. “What does he want, Mike? What does he want!”

A solid rock of anger, stress, and longing seemed to plant itself in his lungs. All he could do was wrap his arms around his friend and assure him that it will be okay. He lets him cry into his chest while rubbing circles on his back, not making a sound as tears stream down Mike’s own face.

Mike had planned to surprise Will that day. To use the courage he’s forced himself to work up and finally confess his feelings for Will. Of course he didn’t know what would come of it and he was scared as hell but… this was supposed to be a good day. No matter what would have happened Mike would at least be relieved of the secret he’s been killing himself with for years now.

But maybe his plans didn’t play out for a reason. Obviously it’s inappropriate to confess now, when the boy he’s in love with is crying, scared and shaking in his arms.

Maybe it’s a sign. Maybe Mike just isn’t meant to tell Will just yet… or ever. Maybe he should just be grateful that he’s friends with the boy of his dreams. He shouldn’t ruin what he already has.

Eventually, Will ended up completely in the driver's seat. Both boys cuddled close together. Mike continued to rub Will’s back as he was asleep, his face snuggled into Mike’s chest. He had never felt so uncomfortable yet completely secure in his life. He knew there would be several kinks in his neck and back tomorrow but he refused to move. Will was safe in his arms, peacefully asleep. And if this was the best Mike could get, he’ll take it. He’ll hold Will tight and bask in the closeness.

For now, this is good. For now, Mike is content. 

[wickedbarnes]

Forbidden Fruit (Pt. 4) | Keanu Reeves x Reader

Part 3

WARNING: Daddy kink/issues. Age gap. Filthy fucking smut, what everyone's been fucking waiting for (18+ readers ONLY). Slight blood kink.

NOTE: I hope this chapter was good enough. This is my gift for you guys since I saw how much you support my writings and how worried a lot of you were when my account was terminated. I hope this is a good enough gift hehe. Also, if you guys want to be added on the taglist in future chapters, just say so!

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"W-What?" You asked, secretly pinching your thighs to try and see if this was all a dream.

Keanu stared at you with this intensity in his eyes. The familiar chocolate brown eyes he always had was replaced by a darker shade of lust and you gulped at the sight. You tried your hardest to avert your gaze somewhere else, trying your best not to look at his twitching cock that was standing up against his abdomen on all its glory.

Jesus fuck he was huge.

"I said, come here, Y/N." Your body stilled at the mention of your name from his mouth. You knew he was serious the moment he uttered your name for the first time in how many days. Taking a deep breath, you skeptically made your way closer to him while nervously fiddling with your fingers.

"Sit." His command instantly made you sit down on the edge of the bed, still not having the courage to look at him in the eye because you knew that if you did, you feared you might spontaneously combust on the spot.

Keanu looked at you and almost hated you for looking so innocently tempting. He was much taller and bigger than you are and it'd be so easy to just grab you take you right there and then. He wondered how loud you'd get whenever someone took you so roughly in bed and the thought caused his cock to twitch again that he had to bite down his tongue to stop himself from making any noises.

"You shouldn't be watching me, sweet girl." Keanu would say gently but the gravel in his voice made you weak in the knees, you silently thanked him that he had you sit down.

"I-I know." You replied, feeling your cheeks heat up at the situation at hand. Would he tell your Mom? Would he ignore you after this? What will he do?

All these questions ran inside your head that you didn't notice Keanu reaching out and caressing your cheek with the back of his hand before tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear.

"Look at me, baby." He whispered and you couldn't help but shift your eyes towards him and the look you gave alone almost made him let out a groan on the spot.

God, you looked so fucking delectable. So ripe for the taking.

"What you did was bad. You shouldn't be watching me like that. And you shouldn't be touching yourself in the process." Keanu had this predatory look on his face as he gently grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, causing you to gasp lightly, the noise causing him to smirk quite a bit.

"M-Maybe you shouldn't have left the door open." You stated, trying to grab as much confidence you had left in you as you could. Your reply made Keanu's brows rise up in amusement, he found it adorable that you tried to act tough despite how close you were at falling into his whims.

"Yeah? Well maybe you shouldn't have peeked in."

"Maybe you shouldn't have moaned my name." You backfired, trying to test what his reaction to that one might be. Keanu stilled and looked deep into your eyes before he grabbed your jaw in his calloused hand firmly, making you whimper.

"Maybe you shouldn't be such a fucking temptress." He hissed and his words alone caused you to freeze on your spot as he slowly let go of your face, his fingers ghosting down to your neck, your collarbone and then your shoulder, where the puff sleeve of your dress began to slip down as it exposed your right shoulder.

"This is what I was talking about." He said, his voice dangerously low, "Just look at you. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to ignore you? Especially when you look so fucking good?"

You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. Instead, Keanu looked at you and took the opportunity to slip in his thumb inside your slightly opened mouth. The action took you by surprise but your body began to relax as you held his arm steady, your cheeks hollowing as you began to softly suck on his thumb.

Keanu never left his eyes on you. Instead, he watched just how pretty you looked, sucking on his thumb. How pretty your lips looked wrapped around it. And the look of pure bliss when you finally had something of his inside your sinful mouth.

"So fucking beautiful..." He whispered and pulled his thumb away, making you whine softly at him which caused a chuckle to emit from his lips.

"Please..." You pleaded, no longer taking the teasing anymore. You were already here, sucking on his fucking thumb while he was stark naked in front of you. You already knew he knew how much he wanted you and there was no doubt he wanted you as well.

You've had enough, you wanted him to take you.

"Please what, angel?" Keanu asked. He already knew what you wanted. But for some sick, twisted reason, he needed to hear it from your lips. To hell with the consequences, he'll deal with that later.

"Please fuck me... Fuck me, Keanu, just do it. I promise I'll be good. Only for you, just please." You pleaded, practically begged at him and your words caused Keanu to growl softly. The sound was enough to make you wetter by the second. You swore you were already dripping through the bed.

"Such a needy girl you are, baby. You want my cock, is that it?" Keanu teased, putting his hand on your thigh as he slowly hiked your dress up, revealing your baby pink laced panties that was already pushed to the side, giving him a glimpse of how deliciously wet you are already.

"Fuck, look at you.." You whimpered softly at the look he gave you. It was the look of hunger and you were already familiar with that stare. You've gotten it from the previous men you were in a relationship with but Keanu's was by far your favorite. His eyes were expressive and you could tell by how his cock has been twitching that he wanted nothing more than to have you sit down right on top of his fucking cock.

"What a naughty girl. Getting all wet by watching an old man like me masturbate." Keanu chuckled deeply and made sure your dress was all hiked up. He liked to see you like this. All flustered and soaking just for him.

Keanu's hand pushed your thighs apart, causing you to spread out more in front of him which you gladly obliged. The fucking sight of you is just mouth-watering. He had never seen someone so beautiful. So innocent yet so sinful. The older man sucked on the thumb you previously sucked on and pushed your panties more to the side before he began to rub circles on your swollen nub.

The sensation was enough to make you throw your head back, a delicious moan escaping your mouth as you felt his thumb just circling around your clit. You were so sensitive and lust began to cloud in your eyes and you felt as if your mind was shortcircuiting.

A part of you wanted to stop. This was your mom's boyfriend and you knew how much she loved him, you had seen it earlier. The way Keanu looked at her with softness in his eyes. And how he never fails to kiss her goodbye when she goes to work and when she gets home.

But a part of you was selfish. So selfish in fact, that you found yourself grinding against Keanu's hand, whiny moans escaping your glossed lips as the older man looked at you with this predatory look in his eyes. You knew you needed to stop this but your body was telling you otherwise.

And Keanu felt the same way. But it was as if he was throwing everything out the window and that included his morals, to hell with that. A soft growl escaped his mouth as he saw how you fucking glistened. And you glistened just for him, he did that.

The thought of being able to make you this wet made something in him snap and you found Keanu just suddenly ripping your panties off and you could've sworn he ruined them. You squealed when he grabbed a hold of your thighs, pulling you towards the edge of the bed as he hiked your dress up even more until you were completely exposed for him.

Keanu got off of the bed, positioning himself in between your legs when he spread them open. He couldn't help the grunt that emitted from his lips at the sight of your pussy looking like a whole fucking dessert.

"Holy fucking Christ, you look so good..." Keanu whispered, mostly to himself as he began to pepper kisses along your legs and inner thighs, his beard slightly scratching your skin making you whimper for him.

"Please, daddy..."

"I know, baby, I know. Shit, I've never seen a pussy this pretty." He groaned and spread your lips apart with his fingers and you could've sworn Keanu had drooled a bit at the sight of you all spread out for him.

"Y/N, I can't take it anymore, I'm gonna fucking taste you." And before you could even realize what was going on, you mouth dropped open as a loud, almost pornographic like moan slipped out of your lips when Keanu's tongue laid flat on your cunt before he began to lap up your juices.

"Oh, God, fuck yes!" You cried out and tangled your fingers in Keanu's hair while you spread your legs out as more for him. You felt his tongue flickering on your clit before sucking on it. It seemed as if he wasn't satisfied with just that. Keanu would spread your pussy lips open with his fingers before he shoved his tongue right inside of your cunt.

Your eyes rolled at the back of your head as you babbled incoherent words while you grinded your pussy more onto his tongue, dying for more friction.

"You taste so fucking good, doll. So sweet, fuck..." Keanu groaned against your soaking core just as you failed on keeping yourself up and collapsed on the bed completely, mind completely hazed with pleasure.

"You're making my pussy feel amazing, daddy." You whimpered, letting the lewd words out of your mouth before you could even stop yourself.

Keanu chuckled darkly at your words just as you felt his fingers teasing your hole, trying to lube them up while his tongue was too busy focusing on your throbbing clit.

It was too much, it was too fucking much and he was just eating you out. What more could happen when he starts to fuck you?

"Keanu, I- Oh fuck, fuck!" Your words were cut short when Keanu pushed two of his fingers up your pussy, "Holy shit, Keanu, you're so good!"

"How sweet of you, baby." He teased just as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you in a slow pace but it gradually sped up and before you knew it, he was curling his fingers up to hit that sweet spot that always weakened you.

"Fuck, baby, I wish you could just see how fucking beautiful you are. How fucking delicious you look." Keanu placed a kiss on your inner thigh and couldn't help but reach up to grope your breast with his free hand.

It was getting too much to bear. Keanu was being too skillful with his fingers. Shoving it deep in you and curling his fingers up to hit your g-spot. When that wasn't enough for him, he pulled back to watch your reaction when he started to rub circles on your clit with his thumb.

The writhing of your hips and the delicious noises that you let out was fucking heaven itself, he wished to have it recorded but maybe that could be done later. His lips twitched into a smirk as he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, your juices completely oozing onto his palm. You were close, he could feel it.

"Shit, shit." You whimpered desperately, "Daddy, I'm so close, you're gonna make me cum..."

"I know, sweet girl, I know. I can feel you. I can fucking feel you clenching around my fingers."

"Please, please! Please, Keanu..." You pleaded and you knew that Keanu knew what you wanted but it wasn't enough. He needed to hear you say it. Say and tell him what you want him to do to you.

"Please what, baby? Come on, I know you can tell me. Fuck, you've been such a good girl, tell daddy what you want." He cooed at you and the fact that he refers to himself as daddy just made you moan even more, tears starting to prickle in the corner of your eyes.

"M-Make- oh my god, keep doing that- make me cum... please make me cum, Keanu, I'll do anything, I beg you just... please!" You begged him and that was enough for Keanu to press his forehead against yours, silently coaxing you to look him in the eye.

"Cum, pretty girl. Cum for daddy, come on." He encouraged you as you struggled to keep your eyes open when your body finally let go and came hard on him fingers. Unbeknownst you, it drove Keanu crazy that you chose to look at him as you reached your orgasm. You moaned against Keanu's mouth just as he groaned against yours at the feeling of how tight and warm you felt as you came just for him. He could only imagine how much he'd ravage you when he finally gets the opportunity to push his cock inside your cunt.

When your body somehow stilled, you panted and whimpered at how empty you felt when Keanu pulled his fingers out of you. You felt yourself blushing when he proudly showed how his hand was glistening from your nectar.

You opened your mouth to say something but instead, let out a small gasp as you watched Keanu wrapping his lips around his fingers, tasting yourself on him while his dark eyes were completely focused on you.

"Keanu..." You whispered but you were instantly baffled when he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you roughly as his hand found its way on your cheek. Keanu would position himself in between your legs, the tip of his cock slightly brushing against your creamy folds.

"I don't think I could hold myself back much longer." He'd whisper.

"Don't. Just please, don't." You looked deep into his eyes, silently pleading him to just fucking take you.

Keanu stared down at you and he knew right then and there that he was done for. Well, he was already done for the moment he began to lust after you. This was just the cherry on top of the devil's cake.

He'd grab his throbbing length and rubbed it up and down your slit, making sure his cock was all lubed up before he slid himself into you. As much as he loved to know the feeling of your mouth around his cock, that had to wait.

"I want you to look at me when I shove my cock deep inside you." Keanu would whisper and you couldn't help but nod your head vigorously at his request.

Taking a deep breath, Keanu would line himself up at your entrance and slowly pushed himself inside as he groaned in response. You took a sharp breath since he was much bigger than you imagined and you needed a moment to adjust yourself around his size.

"Shhh, it's okay, sweet girl." He'd coo at you as he gently caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. Once Keanu was fully inside, you took a few seconds to get comfortable before you nodded your head for him to move.

His thrusts were slow at first. As if he wanted you to desperately plead him to go faster. And somehow, that worked. You found yourself rocking back against his cock, your legs wrapped around his waist and silently coaxed him to fasten up his pace.

"What do you want, baby?" He asked, sensing how much you were squirming underneath him, your hips rolling against his length and the sight made him curse.

"Faster, Keanu, please..." You whimper and Keanu didn't need to be told twice as he picked up the pace and began to pound your pussy as if it was the first time in a long time he'd had sex.

"Oh, fuck, fuck! My God, you're fucking tight!" Keanu moaned loudly and soon, it was followed by a whimper, "Baby, you're so good around my cock, holy shit..."

"All for you, daddy." You managed to say as you looked down, watching Keanu push himself in and out of your oozing cunt.

"Yeah, you like what you see? You're one dirty little slut, aren't you? Wanting to be fucked by a man twice your age." Keanu's filthy words caused a series of whorish moans to escape from your drooling mouth.

It was already too much but you wanted more of what you're getting. Keanu's cock was repeatedly hitting your g-spot and you knew he was getting close the moment you felt his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. Reaching down, you found yourself bold enough to grab his ass, your nails digging down on your skin as you silently indicated for him to go deeper.

An almost animalistic growl escaped his mouth as he grabbed your leg and put it over his shoulder before he grabbed your hips and drove himself deep inside your greedy pussy. The once silent room was filled with your moans and the bed creaking and you were sure enough that the neighbors could hear you especially when it's already late at night.

Keanu couldn't even help but collapse and nuzzle his face against your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin before he bit down on it causing you to yelp. The stinging pain from his bite just added more to the pleasure you were feeling and suddenly, you began to feel the familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach.

"Keanu... Daddy, I'm gonna-"

"I know, baby, I know. Just hold on for daddy a bit, yeah? Just a little longer, angel." Keanu whimpered against your ear as he kept thrusting himself balls deep in you. You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood on your lips that when Keanu pulled away from your neck and saw how red your lips were, the image of you all flushed with lust clouding your eyes and lips all red was enough for him to give you one final thrust before he moaned your name out loud as he shot ropes of his thick cum inside you.

You whimpered at the feeling and soon, your body jumped when you felt Keanu reaching down to rub your clit vigorously as he kept pounding your pussy despite him already cumming. The sensation got too much to the point you felt yourself letting go.

"Oh, fuck! Don't stop, don't stop!" You screamed out in pleasure and Keanu nodded his head vigorously at your demand.

"Holy shit, baby, I can feel you cumming on my cock." Keanu hissed and soon crashed his lips against yours, slightly tasting your blood on your lips and it only made him groan as he slowly calmed down.

Pulling away, Keanu collapsed on the bed beside you, panting as he looked up at the ceiling. You were trying to catch your breath, your legs were shaking and it took a good few minutes before you finally gathered your composure.

You were both disheveled. Keanu was laying down on the bed completely naked, his hair matted against his forehead while you were still in your dress. However, you noticed how the sleeves of your dress had already slipped off of your shoulders and the clothing barely covered your cunt, you hair looking like a completely mess with your lips slightly wounded from how hard you bit it.

It was all real.

The thought had hit you like a truck. You somehow hoped this was all a dream. But when you turned to look at Keanu and saw how he looked as if he had made the same realization as you, you knew this was as real as it can be.

"Oh God..." You whispered, your eyes widening slowly in shock.

But nothing could've prepared you from what you heard from Keanu.

"What have we done?"

At this point, you're not so sure anymore if this was worth it.

To hell with forbidden fruits.

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[punkscowardschampions]

Joe & Ronnie

Joe: Hey

Joe: my flatmate has some work I reckon your mate might be interested in

Joe: but it’ll sound a bit dodgy coming from me so you wanna pass it along?

Joe: moneys alright for no real work, depending on how you look at it

Ronnie: never done any work as a secretary myself

Ronnie: write your own fucking love notes

Joe: I see that

Joe: your accent down the 📞?

Joe: no cunt here’d understand you, never mind the demeanour

Joe: yeah, well, it’d really seem that way

Joe: but I actually need someone to take her off my hands

Ronnie: racism as foreplays playing to the wrong crowd hes more into homo bashing

Ronnie: errr dunno how you read his demeanor mckenna but he aint taken a her off anyones hands since before any of us had phones

Joe: i’ll keep that in mind

Joe: well homophobic of me to not tell him myself so he’s welcome for the freebie

Joe: not actual escorting

Joe: she does art, her life drawing class needs a model

Joe: I ain’t fucking doing that

Joe: tell me I ain’t 📖 him right on that one

Ronnie: fucks sake if youd said it was cash for cock wed be done talking already

Joe: I just did

Joe: sound, she’ll be made up, she’ll get off my case, and he’ll get £15 an hour, apparently 👌

Ronnie: sexist not to ask me

Ronnie: pass that on to your little gf

Joe: weren’t her idea to ask Charlie

Joe: you’ll have to take up that grievance with me as well

Joe: I’ll just point out it’d be even weirder if I’d have asked you

Ronnie: you wish

Ronnie: how much £ you offering me to bang you

Joe: if I did no point paying you to do it for her and her class and not me

Joe: that’s an interesting take on cucking though, loads that would go for it, I’m sure

Ronnie: ill write it down as youve made me go hunting for a pen in this shithole

Joe: cheers

Joe: take 20% commission or whatever

Joe: or take the IOU I owe him for doing this

Ronnie: you said it hed do this for fuck all ill take the lot and mary wont know it was a paid gig

Joe: if he can fend the flatmate off, undoubtedly a load of art gays he can have his pick of

Ronnie: that what youre telling yourself for why you dont want me to do it yeah

Joe: you wanna do it?

Ronnie: i want you to admit the reason you dont want me to is cause he scrubs up enough for horse girl and her course mates not to stage an intervention

Joe: not what it is so no

Joe: I know I don’t want to get my shit out in front of a load of middle class kids who know fuck all about fuck all, so I assumed as much for you

Ronnie: dont ever assume fuck all for or about me

Joe: why do you wanna do it so bad when like you said, you can pocket the cash and get him to?

Ronnie: i dont wanna fucking do it

Joe: well that’s grand ‘cos I reckon Sophie wants to see dick so

Joe: she’d be really let down

Ronnie: usually what gets you off

Ronnie: but im made up youre in love now like

Joe: please, she either don’t get it’s weird to ask me which means she’s some kind of special

Joe: or this is the start of her 50 shades fantasy and I have to be the let down to end all let downs and i’m already doing my best

Ronnie: rem is right to pay for it when she could just walk in on you taking a piss or having a shower

Joe: when you’re just a creep and not a predator 💔

Joe: not the girl my parents warned me about

Ronnie: if theyd be the type to go down the stables theyd have seen the other side of her

Joe: you’ve got your own daydreams, alright

Joe: put out the feelers, who isn’t a little gay these days, right

Ronnie: go ed and pass on ive got a bigger dick than him and she will have

Ronnie: i dont dream 💔

Joe: shame she isn’t equally inspiring for you

Joe: or anyone, really

Ronnie: cry about it with him when youre done pimping

Joe: what do you dream about then, when you’re awake

Ronnie: what you cant read me

Joe: clearly not

Joe: dashed your modelling dreams

Ronnie: blind and not able to read braille must be dead hard for you

Joe: is that sympathy?

Joe: or you offering me 🖐 to 👩🏼‍🦲 time

Ronnie: again you wish

Ronnie: 💭💉

Ronnie: cant make it any easier to understand soz

Joe: maybe I do

Joe: far as 💭s go

Ronnie: fuck maybe you do or you dont

Joe: well it ain’t why I don’t want to get my arms out for her

Joe: not tried it

Joe: but not a no

Ronnie: give a shit what you do or dont want to do for or to her

Joe: that is a no, tah

Ronnie: tell her not me baby

Joe: that’s not a big sister duty?

Joe: gutted

Ronnie: wouldnt know im the middle kid dorothy does that for us

Joe: i’ll ask him when i’m crying on him then

Joe: make a change for me

Ronnie: hot

Ronnie: rack up the ious like a fat line hes gonna be made up

Joe: oi he’s like family ain’t he

Ronnie: &

Ronnie: you wanna fuck your mam

Ronnie: not oi ing you

Joe: well you get to think about me and him, you gave me her and you, not fair

Ronnie: life aint soft lad

Ronnie: and stopping at thinking about shit is the difference between me and you

Joe: I get it, you’ve gone there

Joe: purely here for the homophobia

Ronnie: your kinks match 💘

Ronnie: purely there so the lads dont kick off before hes got his kicks

Joe: see, you’ve got it in you 💘

Joe: the sisterly thing

Joe: my hate don’t get expressed by putting me in him though so I won’t run my mouth

Ronnie: not what ive got in me but im not giving you the talk just cause your ma didnt

Joe: you want a virgin to defile reckon Soph and her mates are prime, vampira

Ronnie: set it up with her ill show if i get no better offers

Joe: lucky girl

Joe: no more nights in doing doodles of cute girls that look like you

Ronnie: we dont look alike youll have to accept theyre of you

Joe: i fit less than you, by far

Ronnie: fuck off

Joe: sorry

Joe: it’s weird, say the least

Ronnie: i fit nowhere she made sure i dont

Joe: ditto

Joe: so buzzing i can write shit songs about it though

Ronnie: no

Ronnie: weve got fuck all in common

Joe: just the same mother

Joe: who put her shitty genetics and choices on us both at different times

Ronnie: i ain’t got a mother you cant cross out the un from wanted and act like its the same word

Joe: incubator then

Joe: she was 19 and still fucked, don’t think they had a five-year plan down

Joe: worse if she did, the state of

Ronnie: she made 1 choice for me shes still controlling you

Ronnie: were not the fucking same

Joe: you reckon

Ronnie: if you wanna claim it aint her fault youre this big of a pussy try it

Joe: you don’t think it’s my fault?

Joe: woah, just say you love me

Ronnie: i dont think about you when you aint trying to compare us

Joe: hot

Joe: I’ve thought about you plenty

Joe: uni ain’t that interesting

Ronnie: you came looking for me werent the other way round

Ronnie: you ain’t interesting to me mckenna

Joe: you reckon you’re fascinating, yeah?

Joe: fair enough

Ronnie: if your flatmate knows anyone doing doc film making they can wank over me lying in the gutter when youre done

Joe: nah

Joe: you don’t want control of your narrative

Ronnie: i dont want a narrative

Joe: then i’ll be the only wanker

Ronnie: in your dreams

Joe: well you painted such a lovely visual

Ronnie: black screen would get you going can stay in your own fucked head with no interference then like

Joe: Static is my kink

Joe: you know me so well

Ronnie: your fucking kink is not shutting the hell up til i do

Joe: i’m a gentleman

Joe: and i’m taking that review

Ronnie: youll get a lengthy one from my big brother when you are

Joe: you don’t have to settle for hearing it and getting your kicks second-hand

Joe: I’ll have to be somewhere to be unavailable for this life drawing class

Joe: let’s do something

Ronnie: what you paying me to babysit

Joe: you can ask my mammy or you can see what you can get

Ronnie: if i was gonna talk to her it wouldnt be about you

Joe: thank god

Joe: so take the risk

Ronnie: of what

Ronnie: boring me is asking too much of you

Joe: that’s surely a given

Joe: risk anything but

Ronnie: if I need rescuing again ill call you thats the only given Joe: you’re worse than her

Joe: christian grey or superman, like

Joe: gonna be BFFs yous, I can tell

Ronnie: you dont like being compared to cunts youre nothing like either funny that

Joe: touche

Joe: come on, what would convince you

Ronnie: if youre gonna beg then beg and if youre gonna show me something do it

Joe: I know you’d like to hear me beg but I can’t tell what you’d wanna see

Ronnie: then the answers nothing

Joe: nah

Joe: the answers you want to wait or you wanna be disappointed

Ronnie: why the fuck would I want either of those things

Joe: that’s what I’ll give you then

Joe: the opposite of that

Ronnie: thats meant to convince me yeah

Joe: nah, I am

Ronnie: like fuck will you

Joe: see, you want to be disappointed

Ronnie: ill be disappointed want has fuck all to do with it

Joe: if you don’t come and see

Ronnie: come where

Joe: see me

Joe: i’m new in town, I don’t know where to go

Joe: fuck sightseeing

Ronnie: [somewhere she’d hang out]

Ronnie: go there

Joe: now?

Ronnie: whenever you dont know where to go

Joe: okay

Joe: and I’ll see you there when you don’t

Ronnie: when im not fucking either of our flatmates

Joe: when you’re done being disappointed

Ronnie: when you prove yourself as not

Joe: you’ll see

Joe: I can’t show you over the phone

Ronnie: you could

Ronnie: im going nowhere on a bullshit promise cause im not a meff teenager

Joe: and I ain’t young enough to think that’s a good idea either

Joe: pictures not doing no favours

Joe: if you’re there and i’m there

Ronnie: big if

Joe: I never know where to be

Ronnie: newborn i heard you

Joe: something like that

Joe: if you can’t leave soph alone I’ll do my best begging 🥺

Ronnie: she cant leave you alone id be doing you a favour

Joe: true

Joe: wouldn’t wanna be caught doing that though

Ronnie: let you do the clean up after ive killed and ate her id be caught well fast for that instead

Joe: you’d get caught for being three times your size

Joe: she’s a big girl

Joe: you should share, be sworn to secrecy

Ronnie: doing her a favour i shouldve said

Ronnie: fuck all going for her

Joe: way to get in shape

Joe: she’ll appreciate us using her blood for something artsy on the walls

Ronnie: ill ask the basic white bitch i live with to give me a clue

Joe: 🍆 will be appropriate for her

Ronnie: 🐎

Joe: they might reckon she did it with her dying breath

Joe: very artist of her, dying how she lived

Ronnie: hurry the fuck up with your confession song if you want credit

Joe: you wanna hear me confessing so bad

Joe: but I might be able to hand that in so

Joe: hold on

Ronnie: it aint me whos a choir boy

Joe: ugh, I wish

Ronnie: cant chat shit about us having the same fantasies ive been touched by a old bloke wearing a dress and i dont rate it

Ronnie: standard surrounded by homos night out

Joe: yeah, and the nuns are never the hot kind

Joe: if they didn’t self-flagellate they’d be entirely uninteresting

Ronnie: 💔

Joe: yeah, it’s tragic being this bored/boring, say it ‘fore you have to bother

Ronnie: didnt invite you to no pity party and if thats where youre trying to get me to turn up to dont bother is right

Joe: you mean you don’t wanna talk about your feelings?

Joe: like you said, like being left alone with my own fucked up ones too much to try and start a therapy session

Ronnie: what fucking feelings dead above & below the waist like

Joe: dangerously close to sharing there

Joe: you got your 💉 already then?

Ronnie: wouldnt be this chatty if i had

Ronnie: unlucky you

Joe: I’m the one that wants to see you

Joe: so I’ll cope

Ronnie: cant even spell martyrdom proper so youve fucked yourself looking for a pat on the back off me by matching the definition up

Joe: i’ll just ring mum up yeah

Ronnie: your da if not but it wont have the same satisfying end for you like

Joe: 💔

Joe: validations the last thing i need

Joe: had a whole lifetime

Ronnie: you crawling back to me with a boner for the accent your mummys losing is the last thing i need

Ronnie: get on the scouse samaritans

Joe: don’t reckon that’s a job you’ll get any time soon either

Joe: ‘less the purpose is to make sure people go through with it

Ronnie: couldve fooled me if it aint what else is talking a sad cunts ear off about their problems gonna do

Joe: attention seekers anonymous

Ronnie: no need to meet you there i earned all them badges as a kid 🧷🩸

Joe: wouldn’t be caught 💀 obvs

Joe: keeping it secret adds another level of masochism anyway

Ronnie: does it fuck

Ronnie: keeps you feeling like a smug bitch you can still pass

Ronnie: miss me with that pussy shit

Joe: nah, that’s that i’m in control shit

Joe: it’s not that

Joe: the only thing you might be smug about is how oblivious everyone chooses to be

Joe: if it weren’t also depressing as fuck

Ronnie: dont give em the choice

Joe: why?

Ronnie: why the fuck would you want to

Joe: don’t need to be my mother’s next cause celebre

Joe: she can force the therapy and concern on any of the others, I don’t wanna get better or have to fake like I’ll even try

Ronnie: then dont

Ronnie: cut off your umbilical cord and wipe up the blood trail

Ronnie: not like she tries very hard to herd back the black sheep

Joe: maybe they know and don’t give a fuck 🤞

Joe: I know I ain’t going back so whatever

Ronnie: & you reckon weve got anything in common

Joe: just 50% of our DNA

Joe: never said we were twinsies

Ronnie: if youd have said id have spat in your face 1st time we met get it collected and the tests run

Joe: I wish

Joe: has your face healed

Ronnie: wheres the fun in letting it do that

Joe: 😏

Joe: we can pretend that’s inherited if you need

Ronnie: not 5 i dont play pretend

Joe: if you keep digging, reckon the ink will be gone and it’ll be pure scar tissue

Ronnie: calm the fuck down i can hear how turned on you are about it from here

Joe: spoilsport

Joe: just thinking, scar that only vaguely looks like 🍒s might be well more rugged for my transformation from baby to independent real boy

Ronnie: laughing cos i like pain not cause youre funny

Ronnie: when you see or hear it from wherever youre lurking

Joe: you don’t leave room for me to get the wrong idea, you’re alright

Joe: all them fucked ones are mine alone and already there

Ronnie: get your girlfriend to draw you a pin up & dont tell her youve changed the lass horse head to look like your mas

Ronnie: masc for masc in your bio before you know it and 🦋 tramp stamp to follow

Joe: you know my dad already has a tattoo that looks like her, no bullshit

Joe: and another dead girl on the other arm but that’s a whole other boring story

Joe: playing dress up is off the cards too if I’m ever gonna be a big boy

Ronnie: where do you keep his severed arm when youre not using it to fist yourself and how old were you when you cut it off

Ronnie: if we re telling stories

Joe: 😂

Joe: where we keep the horse

Joe: that en-suite is massive

Ronnie: if he finds out it was a paid gig ill know where to crash

Joe: still gutted she don’t wanna see you naked

Ronnie: youre a liar if you dont wanna see her face seeing me

Joe: don’t know if anyone could be bothered to look at her when you’re about but yeah

Joe: the trauma would really fuel me and make her much more bearable to live with

Ronnie: youre welcome like

Joe: gotta stop being nice to me

Joe: you know stalkers, give ‘em an inch

Ronnie: telling me what to do is the fastest way 🖕

Ronnie: and i know you dont have an inch to give me making the best of this shitshow is what an optimist like me has gotta do

Joe: obviously you’re that type

Joe: not having it in common will have you back 👍

Joe: you’re inspiring, like

Ronnie: chop off my arms and legs and get a camera set up in the en-suite

Joe: you’d fit in my cello case then, could take you everywhere

Ronnie: course youve had a measuring tape out

Joe: hate to kill your optimism with 🍆

Joe: have a go at pushing it back in

Ronnie: how longs your tongue reckon that could kill any girls optimism

Joe: 💔 if it was only good for chatting your ear off

Ronnie: [send him a picture of your weird gross split tongue because obviously]

Joe: [how does that not make you lisp, or does it, I always think that]

Joe: that’s why you’ve not had an invite

Joe: 🚫🐍

Ronnie: gutted

Joe: you know you can show up and do whatever you wanna do whenever

Joe: I’ll take you back

Ronnie: this performance art is meant to what just scare her or teach you how to get her to back the fuck off as well as

Ronnie: im not a fucking tour guide mckenna & you can get yourself evicted without my help

Joe: you know I meant to Dublin

Joe: don’t think it’d take much to scare Sophie off, give it a month for us to both get comfortable and she’ll see what I ain’t

Ronnie: fuck you

Joe: I said if you want

Ronnie: dont need your permission to do anything i want

Joe: don’t think any of ‘em are that lax with their socials

Joe: you’d need directions

Ronnie: ive had years to find em & we dont both hang about with horse girls from kent

Joe: can’t say it’s your loss

Ronnie: shut up about it then

Joe: 🤐

Ronnie: 🖕

Joe: got a whole fist here, you can keep it

Ronnie: sizeist

Joe: told her yours is massive like you said, it’s fine

Ronnie: i said bigger than his not a horse shes in for a disappointment

Joe: gotta 🤞 she’s an optimist like you babe

Ronnie: unlike you shes gonna wait to see what i do with it before telling me to shove it

Joe: you just wanna blueball me for the pain

Joe: go on, for your lols

Ronnie: she wont want me at all unless youre gonna watch

Joe: and you need a witness so I get time too

Joe: I’ll do it, torturous as it’d be

Ronnie: the iou is gonna torture me too

Joe: if you’re lucky

Ronnie: not the dna half we share 💔

Joe: damnit

Joe: what’s good about being Scouse?

Ronnie: now the beatles are dead youve got fuck all to live for

Ronnie: noted

Joe: only the good ones

Joe: I dunno, anything good about it never happened, left when I was a kid and we still lived in a shithole with shitheads

Ronnie: get in line she left me in a shithole with shitheads 1st

Joe: where were you

Joe: wonder how close it was

Ronnie: what the fuck does it matter

Joe: it makes her more/less shitty depending

Ronnie: it aint gonna change my opinion and I dont give a shit about yours

Joe: fair enough

Ronnie: get cosy with charlie hed take you down memory lane

Joe: not before he’s got it out for the art class tah

Ronnie: you didnt say when

Joe: [probably an evening class like tomorrow or the next day, then the same time a week later]

Ronnie: too fucking late the pen is in pieces

Joe: sure it isn’t the first time you’ve left him a note in blood

Ronnie: hes only gonna cry about it & take the shine off his modelling debut

Joe: awh

Joe: message him 🧓🏼

Ronnie: fuck off calling me old

Joe: 😏

Ronnie: ill write him a note blaming what a twat you are for what hes gonna walk in on

Joe: what mess have you made

Ronnie: havent killed myself yet

Joe: and you’ve not stopped talking so no OD’ing

Joe: possibilities are endless still

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: come out

Joe: we can get new ink to dig out

Joe: whatever

Ronnie: you gonna suck his dick this time

Joe: I’ll just pay the old-fashioned way

Ronnie: flashy cunt

Joe: what being a student is all about

Ronnie: and youre too special to poison your blood how the rest of em do

Joe: I’m not opposed but I can do it alone, I don’t need to go to a sweaty student bar that plays shit songs and has a load of sad Soph clones giving it 🥺

Ronnie: you can get another tattoo without me holding your hand

Joe: I could

Ronnie: go do it 🦋 baby

Joe: have mentioned its not about the tat, yeah?

Ronnie: nah not that ive heard

Joe: come on

Joe: i want to see you, i’ve said loads

Ronnie: youve said loads of shit yeah

Joe: shit i mean

Ronnie: why

Joe: why wouldn’t I

Ronnie: thats your answer then fuck it

Joe: you don’t need to ask ‘cos you know

Ronnie: i did ask and you said why the fuck not

Ronnie: like its nothing

Ronnie: like you didnt turn up uninvited into my life not long ago

Joe: then tell me to leave

Joe: like it’s that easy

Ronnie: i didnt tell you to fucking appear

Ronnie: just cause youre a kid dont make me the dead fish you won at the fair

Joe: I never had the choice

Joe: she told me about you, talked about you all the fucking time

Joe: you’ve always been in my life

Ronnie: and youve never been in mine

Ronnie: im not gonna carve out a place for you now cos you want it

Joe: Alright

Joe: do it then

Ronnie: dont tell me what to fucking do

Joe: I’m not going unless you say it

Ronnie: no shit this is fun for you

Joe: like fuck it is

Ronnie: im the car wreck youre craning your neck to keep looking at

Ronnie: thats all the fuck this is

Joe: lie better

Ronnie: you dont care about me or what this feels like

Joe: I can’t take it back, you know now

Ronnie: you dont wanna take it back

Joe: I can’t, what’s the point pretending

Joe: I never said I was a good person

Joe: being sorry won’t change anything for you

Ronnie: its all your christmases & birthdays im west as this course youre gonna keep on spinning me out

Joe: Piss off

Ronnie: lie better cunt

Joe: So you’re allowed pity parties, yeah?

Joe: 👌

Ronnie: calling you out on your bullshit is allowed if youre crying thats your problem

Joe: if all you want from me is for me to go away, consider it done

Joe: you can’t hack it, my apologies

Ronnie: tell me why if im so fucking wrong

Joe: I like you

Joe: I want you, to get to know you

Joe: I can’t just stop it, not for myself

Joe: So make me

Ronnie: stop telling me what to fucking do

Ronnie: fucks sake

Joe: you ain’t saying anything

Joe: what do you want

Ronnie: I dont want you to like me

Ronnie: fuck is that

Joe: yeah, it’s obvious you go to great lengths to be unlikeable

Joe: not going to tell no one am I

Ronnie: so hate me soft lad

Joe: I’ll give it a go

Ronnie: ill make you

Joe: give it a go then

Ronnie: where are you then

Joe: [give a location of somewhere near your flat ‘cos don’t need to actually set you on the flatmate rn and that’s likely where you were]

Ronnie: [obviously we’re just gonna show up however long that takes us without another word like !?]

Joe: [just so much eye contact ‘cos what you gonna say what you gonna do]

Ronnie: [definitely gonna take him somewhere sketchy as hell to the level that like Charlie doesn’t know we still go there/we’d never take him ever like you wanna get to know me okay bitch buckle up]

Joe: [can’t let you hook up or shoot up yet ‘cos chronological but go along with this obvs]

Ronnie: [it would make sense if you made out/almost hooked up though because the vibe for the next convo was very much oh fuck what are you doing here we didn’t mean to run each other like this but also v flirty]

Joe: [agreed, and allowed, it’s the obvious vibe but any untold drama can happen to stop you in whatever dodgy place so makes sense]

Ronnie: [literally and just because you can’t shoot up together yet does not mean either of you have to be in any way sober so]

Joe: [hundo, we’re not saying he’s never done a drug lol, he clearly abuses his prescription as is so like, there’s plenty to be done without going there]

Ronnie: [and if we wanted to we could say that you watch her do it here and now before you do it together anyway because you’d both get a weird kick out of that]

Joe: [tea, bet you did not see this coming for your uni experience lmao]

Ronnie: [meanwhile she’s old enough to have left, do you wanna grow up babe? No? okay]

Joe: [the way you’re rolling with this, we know you’re fucked boy but pop off]

Ronnie: [I can’t overstate how much she’d be doing the absolute most to try and scare him away like I dare you to go back on what you said]

Joe: [we know you’re not gonna, soz babe, is very rude how he’s just waltzed in but truly did not say we were a good person lol]

Ronnie: [we know she’s not either and also is here for it more than she will ever express until we’re literally years into this]

Joe: [hi your mother’s daughter, but no, you actually have a reason this is messed up but we’re into it from the off and not pretending, risky af strategy boy]

Ronnie: [is there anything we wanna say happens that has lasting-ish consequences other than the make out/ almost hook up ie a tattoo or a fight with injury potential or an arrest lol]

Joe: [hmm, the possibilities, maybe a fight to show you can, could be about anything, it’s that sort of place]

Ronnie: [that is such a mood I love it and yeah could literally be you’re a new face or could be her fault because of the aforementioned doing the most]

Joe: [totally, and that’ll be an easy way to separate you and not meet until the next convo]

Ronnie: [exactly dr phil]