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[quinn-borel]

[Quinnmeric/Wolmeric Modern!AU. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.Part 4, Part 5, Part 6]

A/N: This chapter contains NSFW content.

The moment they got into the Kwehber together they knew that the night would be an interesting one, each sitting in silence yet glancing at the other while their fingers were interlaced.  Quinn had taken the initiative to hold his hand once they left the restaurant, and Aymeric happily obliged if only to feel her soft skin against his once more.  He once again felt his heart race in the back of his throat as they awaited their stop, the temptation to lean over and kiss her completely at the forefront of his thoughts.  He wondered if she felt the same–if she, too, wished to simply drop her guard and allow him to indulge.

But such affection was not appropriate inside a stranger’s car, so they continued their vow of silence up until they arrived at the Exarch.  But there was still the matter of getting through the lobby and up the elevator, both of them still in silent agreement that any public display of affection was unwarranted.  But upon the elevator doors closing, Quinn turned to him while tilting her head upwards.  One small peck wouldn’t hurt, right?

Like a swelling dam, Aymeric was fit to burst at that point.  Her gentle kiss made him want more, and had it not been for his upbringing and current status he may have very well made out with her while waiting for the fifth floor.  Yet alas, his lips twitched with need while Quinn retrieved herself and squeezed his hand rather firmly.  Was she aware of the game she was playing with him?  Most likely by the way she smirked and slowly ran her tongue against her upper lip.  He retaliated by releasing his hand from hers, running it along her lower back before resting it on her hip.  He then quickly pulled her towards him with little resistance, to which Quinn mimicked his actions in response.  The lift door finally opened, allowing the intertwined couple to walk almost gracefully towards Aymeric’s room.  Luckily, no one was in the hallway to see them…

And then they crossed the threshold, Aymeric shutting the door behind him while Quinn whipped around and grabbed him by the lapel, pulling him in for a sultry kiss–full tongue and all.  He grasped her waist with his ‘gentle’ hands, gently nudging her away from him so he could remove his jacket.

“Ahh, yes, I’ve missed this room.” she said as she abandoned him and went straight to his bed, plopping onto the edge and kicking her shoes off.  Aymeric chuckled as he draped his jacket over one of the decorative chairs,

“Make yourself comfortable.”

Quinn leaned back a bit, crossing one leg over the other and gazing upon him with a beckoning look in her eyes.  Her alluring gaze drew him in as intended, and the man found himself abandoning his wallet and phone on the night stand so that he could comfortably sit next to her.

“Shall we continue where we last left off?” she cooed, drawing her hand to his tie, “Unless you had something else in mind?”

“By your leave.” he whispered back.  Quinn drew him closer with the gentle tug of his tie, and their lips pressed together once more.  As they met, Aymeric allowed his hands to wander freely as they did before, one palm resting upon her thigh while the other kept him propped up on the bed.  Again, her lips tasted sweet with the lingering hint of wine upon her tongue–something Aymeric wished to drown himself in.  

“I know I said you were gentle,” she breathed, “but you can have a little fun with me.”

Aymeric felt a stir below his belt upon hearing those words–her own words, begging for him to make her his plaything.  But where was he to begin?  That’s when Haurchefant’s words echoed in his memories–acting all sly, but performing like a virgin…

Aymeric closed his eyes and went forward with what felt natural to him, his lips dragging from her own along her jaw and down to the crook of her neck.  The hand that once gently gripped her thigh moved upwards and planted itself against her breast.  

“I want to hear it again…that squeak.” he hummed against her neck.  She obliged him as he put pressure on her, groping her with one hand while gently suckling on her.  He was surprised to find little resistance, mentally noting that she most likely wore the bare minimum underneath that little dress of hers.   Had he the gall, he would reach for the back and begin to unzip it.  However, the man knew better than to tread into the territory of undressing her at such an early stage.  Yet it seemed that Quinn had other ideas as she softly moaned while pulling at his tie.  He released his lips upon her neck with a soft pop, his icy blue gaze falling to the small mark left behind. But he wasn’t done yet, nay, Aymeric nudged Quinn onto her back and continued from there, again kissing her lips before finding a new spot on her neck to leave a mark.

“I don’t suppose you stopped by the drug store today?” she asked with a small smirk.  That’s when Aymeric froze in his spot, heat filling his cheeks as he damned himself for not doing so.  

“Shit.” he muttered, yet Quinn brought both of her hands to his cheeks, forcing him to look her in the eyes,

“Ah ah ah,” she cooed, “at least one of us expected this night to go the way it is…”

His face lit up with a tinge of excitement, yet moreso relief than anything.  Quinn couldn’t help but to laugh as she pulled him in for another kiss, then forcing him to roll over onto his back as she sat atop him.  He looked upon her in awe, yet unable–or rather, unwilling–to explain that he wasn’t expecting her to have sex with him that evening.  But would she believe him when he acted the way he did?  Sly and flirtatious while offering to share a bottle of wine with her in his room?  Anyone with two eyes could see that his inner intentions were to satiate his curiosity of sleeping with someone whom he found a fondness for.  But he wasn’t all to blame, no, Quinn found herself already prepared for the inevitable in his stead.  She wanted it just as much as he did.

“I had a feeling you’d be a little too busy to do so.” she said with a smirk, her hand running itself down from his neck to his chest.  Aymeric swallowed his words of protest–a futile attempt to explain himself when she pinpointed the very reason why he forgot.  Quinn began to pick at the buttons of his shirt, slowly peeling away his top layer as her gaze was drawn to the toned features of his torso.  She noticed his chest heave as her hands touched his bare abdomen, and she finally broke the silence between them with the painful question Aymeric begged her not to ask,

“Is this your first time?”

“Your hands are just cold.” he lied.  Truthfully, his body count was at a solid 1 at that moment.  He had only been with one other person, and that was going on almost a year prior.   To say that he wasn’t nervous to have a sexual relationship again was a tad bit of an understatement.

“Ah, I’m sorry.” she giggled as she accepted the lie, “Just let me know if you’re uncomfortable, alright?”

“I could say the same to you.” he chuckled, his chest heaving once more in relief that she believed him.  He would rather not have to explain to her the intricacies of his sexual past, especially noting that he had not slept with someone of the opposite sex before…

Her hands lingered on his lower torso, which only made him quiver in delight knowing she was just inches from his lower half.  The anticipation was killing him, his hips shifting ever so subtly underneath her if not just to feel an ounce of friction against his length.  She caught on rather quickly and slid off of him as she reached for her purse on the floor.  He knew what she was fishing for, which signaled that it was time to finally remove his trousers.

“If you don’t mind…” his voice trailed off expectantly, his gaze going from the lump between his legs to her bent over the side of the bed, ass in the air as she continued to fish around her bag for a condom.  He certainly couldn’t help but to stare.  

“Not at all.” Quinn replied back as she glanced over her shoulder to catch him staring at her.  His gaze quickly left hers as he made work of his belt and trousers, removing each article with zeal until he was left wearing only his underwear.  Quinn repositioned herself back on the bed with the small packet in hand, her eyes immediately drawn to the thick outline of his cock through his drawers.  He noticed her raised eyebrows as she stared, which caused him a tad bit of concern.

“Is everything alright?”

It was if the sight had left her speechless, though he could see a twitch in her lips…and was that gods damned twinkle in her eye!? He never felt himself that impressive, but apparently this was rather the shock for Quinn.

“Everything is perfect.”

She crawled over to him, yet he stopped her with the gentle press of his lips against hers, his hand falling upon the small of her back,

“Let’s rid you of that dress first.”

Having a newfound sense of confidence, Aymeric reached for the zipper on her dress and gently pulled it down, allowing Quinn to peel the garment off as she retreated from the bed to give him a small show.  She wiggled out of it, and it fell to the floor at her heels.  

Ah, indeed she was not wearing a bra, as he expected…

Speechless, Aymeric reached for her hips, pulling her closer to him.  His lips grazed the soft skin of her abdomen, his hands finding their way to her ass and fingertips tracing the lace of her panties.  

“You are so beautiful.” he breathed as he gripped the suppleness of her backside, “So…fucking beautiful.”

She got back on the bed, straddling him and forcing his hands to her breasts. Following another zealous squeeze, Aymeric released her and planted his mouth against one with his hands going right back to her hips.  Quinn moaned softly and started to thread her fingers through his hair, her hips sensually rocking back and forth as she began to grind against him.

Halone have mercy…

After a few moments of suckling, he released her—their eyes meeting with a tense stare as both of them were rather breathless.  Hungry.  Needy.  Quivering with anticipation.  Chests aflame with desire.  Quinn cupped his cheeks in her palms once more,

“Let me put it on for you.” she whispered.  Aymeric swallowed, gave her a nod of approval, and leaned back.  From there she yanked his shorts down, allowing his cock to finally break free of its prison.  Again, the look of surprise was blatant on her features.  With a soft exhale, she abandoned him and went back to her purse,

“I thought your manspreading was just an act of dominance,” she explained with a soft chuckle, “But now I know what you had hiding all this time…”

“What I...” his words left him once more, and he could only awkwardly chuckle in return.  Quinn came back with a different condom in hand,

“This one will be more comfortable for you.”

Did she really…bring a bigger size in anticipation?

Aymeric shook the thought from his mind in an attempt to redirect the mood back to what it was before the ‘big reveal’.  However, he couldn’t help but to be a little self-conscious about how he normally sat…

“You’re so cute.” Quinn hummed playfully as she removed the rubber from its package.  Red in the cheeks, Aymeric sat back with trained eyes on her as she performed the act–a gentle jerk of his shaft to get him nice and firm before she began to unravel the condom over his length, “There we go…how does it feel?”

“Fine.” he breathed, “Now…I want you to lay down on your back…”

She appeared rather receptive to his demands, smiling with warm cheeks with her hands slowly going to her thigh highs, to which Aymeric cleared his throat in response,

“Keep those on…”

“Yes, sir.” she purred, dropping only her panties and crawling onto the bed to lay down before him.  He approached her carefully, slowly parting her legs just enough to fit himself between them.  He felt his heart nearly burst from his chest, yet he forced himself to keep his sly smile–anything to make it seem like he was in control, though he very much had his doubts.  Especially when it came to parting her legs and seeing the soft pink flesh of her cunt just waiting for him.  Begging.  

It’s not so different…you’ll do just fine...

With a harsh exhale and a sharp inhale he nudged himself into her–inch by inch, all while watching her expression in case she felt discomfort.  Nay, her eyes lit up once more along with her cheeks.  Her brow furrowed and lips parted as she gasped at his touch.  Both of Quinn’s hands found Aymeric’s locks, tugging them gently as he filled her.  A staccato moan left his throat–how wonderful it felt to be inside of her.  So warm, so tight, so pleasurable in every sense.  It had been so long…too long…

The feeling was most welcome again.

As he filled her to the brim he buried his face into the crook of her neck, into her hair, taking in her scent and her sounds and the feeling of her nails digging into his scalp.  He wrapped his arms around her, pushing himself into her, listening to the way she gasped and moaned his name.  His teeth grazed her ear as he began to pound himself into her, his words so faint that they may have not met her over her own noises,

“I adore you, Quinn…”

He meant it, though. Even if she didn’t hear him, he meant it.  But she didn’t respond how he expected, though he did notice her grip loosen on his hairline and eventually fall to his shoulders.  Her nails plunged deep into his skin, causing the man to wince yet at the same time fueling him to continue his pace.  

“Harder.” she demanded, breathless, “Fuck me harder.”

He had zero hesitation in bending to her will, the force of his thrusts causing the stable bed beneath them to quake.  His hands were planted firmly against the headrest as he watched her whole body shake with each thrust–she moaned behind gritted teeth, her nails still stuck firm against his skin.  But the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure they both felt, each of them smiling at the other as they did the deed.  

It didn’t take long before Aymeric was riding his high, eyes closed as he felt his pulse quicken before his hips came to an abrupt halt.  His whole body vibrated with delight, his jaw clenched as he spilled his all into the condom.  A low moan followed, signaling his finish.  Quinn squeezed him between her thighs, a look of satisfaction painted upon her visage as their eyes met.  She grinned widely, disheveled with a bead of sweat rolling down her cheek,

“Holy shit,” she whispered, “Aymeric…”

“Yeah?” he huffed, trying to catch his breath, “You alright?”

“Better than.” she giggled, “You outdid yourself.”

With a sigh of relief, Aymeric removed himself from her and made the awkward trip to the trash bin to dispose of the remnants of their lovemaking.  When he turned back to the bed, Quinn had already pulled the comforter over herself and curled up to one side, leaving little blanket for himself.  Yet he didn’t care, if anything he found it adorable that she nuzzled up so quickly after sex.  

“Are you still with me?” he asked with a chuckle, shutting the light off in the room.  Quinn hummed a bit to show that she hadn’t fallen asleep just yet, but she chose to stay still in her cocoon.  Aymeric plopped down on the opposite side of the bed with his eyes trained on the ceiling.  He took a moment for himself to realize what had just transpired, again lingering on the thought that he had only known Quinn for a few days.  It all felt unreal to him, if not out of character of him.  Yet when he looked over at the curled up lump beside him, he couldn’t help but to feel a warmth well up in his chest.

“Hey…”

He glanced over at the ball of blanket that spoke to him, noticing two eyes peering from the top of it, “Yes?”

With hesitation in her voice, she asked, “…do you mind if…we cuddle?”

He parted his lips to answer, but no words seemed to leave him when the question at hand was…why would she ask?  Naturally, he wanted to.  Without a word he gently patted his chest to invite her in.  Quinn slowly scooched over to him, planting her head against his pectoral and sliding her arm around his torso.  

“Comfy?” he asked.  She could only nod before it seemed that sleep took her, for not another word left her for a long while.  Aymeric ran his hand through her hair and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

Although it was dark, he could see a soft smile pull at her lips.  

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[baeglbites]

My boys… 🥺😢

[ash-and-starlight]

Sokka baulked. "I'm not getting on that." "That," said Zuko, "is my baby." Zuko's baby, a fifty foot dragon, huffed. Great white plumes of smoke issued out of his nostrils and buffeted around Sokka. "Play nice, Druk," said Zuko, laughing

for The Mercy of Magpies chapter 2!

as always written by thee wonderful showstopping incredible @ranilla-bean ✨

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[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

[forgettable-au]

PROLOGUE

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 1-9)

AND SO IT BEGINS!

[CONTINUE] [MASTERPOST]

[fonulyn]

since I've seen it talked about in several places recently:

if you are going to do a whump- or kink- or ANY-tober or other similar challenges please please please don't post them as one fic with 31 chapters unless it actually is one coherent fic. if they're 31 completely separate fics or ficlets then please just make a collection for them or just post them as separate fics. it doesn't matter if they're only 100 words or if you think they're too small or insignificant to post alone, they're not.

and why this?

because if you post all 31 of them in one fic the tagging is absolutely useless. if I look for things to read on ao3 I'm gonna look at the tags, and if the tags include something that's a dealbreaker for me, i won't even click on the fic. I might not even SEE the fic because I've filtered out the nope-tag! so I'm gonna lose out on reading 30 perfectly nice fics because of one fic that my nope-tag applied to.

ao3 is about archiving. it's about clear tagging and being informative. there is nothing informative about it if the tags in the fic apply to random chapters while others have nothing to do with it. it makes so much more sense to have each work as an individual fic with its own individual tags and warnings, so readers can make informed choices.

of course, you do you. I can't police what other people decide to do. but personally, I find it incredibly frustrating to weed through 31 chapters to find the ones I actually want to read. so I don't. I automatically scroll past all works posted like that. and I know some others do, too.

there is absolutely no shame in posting short things on ao3. there is no minimum word count. no one is going to look at you funny if you post a small ficlet on its own, I promise. it's just going to make some readers very happy when they can actually find the things they want to read.

so, please. at least consider the upsides of posting each work as their own fic.

signed, one very frustrated fandom grandma.

[hinamie]

parenthood was not on my 2024 bingo card but clearly life is full of surprises

[egophiliac]

crossing my fingers and wishing upon every star that chapter 10 finally brings us the tweel cards 🤞🤞

[blueboyluca]

“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”

— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)

[defnotkanyewest]

So this mf was friends with Sukuna in the heian era

Found out that Sukuna ate his twin in the womb

Decided to get railed by Sukunas Twins Reincarnation

Gave birth to an absolute unit

Then plotted to put his Son up against his Brother in Law?

What the fuck is wrong with him

[bumblebeebats]

As much as i love Dungeon Meshi, i do think that given Ryoko Kui's attention to realistic worldbuilding there ought to be a companion series called Dishes Meshi where they spend 2hrs washing and drying and packing away. Alll the goddamnfuck dishes they just made

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Soup solves everything.

[chiptrillino-art]

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something stranger and more wonderful: CHAPTER II

Now there is blood in the water 👀

Written by @faux-fires (ao3 Link)

beta red by @ranilla-bean (ao3 Link)

Start at the beginning

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[hellspawnmotel]

cementing my place as the crossovers for no reason guy

(third pic based on)

[nonomives]

I did something