#my knees ache now and then i think mostly when its wet out. but im like. so young. why me god

[lord-shitbox]

My cringefail artist hand joints aching crying trying to make it through a set of bowling

[decaydanceredacted]

that one fic you linked where pete holds the bartskull choker above bilvys head its actually like one of the most important fics in the world. to me. i heart pete wentz power dynamic with every decaydance pretty boy. to get signed to decaydance circa 2005-2006 you have to be willing to sacrifice your lyricist to the pw harem im sorry you cant escape it. thing is i think pete wentz WOULD just like sign these bands normally if he had to. he already has patrick he doesnt really need all of these boys as well . but theyre all just aching for it and he knows. peter pan but all the lost boys are just subby sad musicians. and they all just get on their knees as soon as he asks so its not like its really his fault for taking advantage of the opportunity.

but i am mostly just thinking abt bill and ryan rn . his two doe eyed boys… and with how tai took panic on their first international tour (iirc) i can just imagine in my head pw calling them to tell them how to get off together (theyre not allowed to cum if pete cant see or hear, obviously, because then whats the point?) theyre in panics bus, having Very Strongly suggested that everyone else leave them alone Oh And Also Dont Come Back In Till One Of Us Says. Yeah You Know Why. theyre already making out on the couch when pete calls, but they immediately stop touching once they answer, the need for instruction strong in both of them. pete immediately gets them back on each other, the wet sounds of their kissing starting to get him hard from across the ocean. they undress each other slowly at petes request, so he can hear each item of clothing individually. petes known bill for longer than hes known ryan, knows more of his buttons and how to press them, so this first time he makes ryan fuck bill. he makes a rule that the boys arent allowed to talk to each other when they do this, only ask pete what to do and how, so that they have to trust that pete knows what hes doing and how far they can go and its soooo worth it. he has to have his volume all the way up to be able to hear all the gasps and whimpers the boys let out as he directs them, but he doesnt mind. ryan quickly learns that bill loves having his hair pulled ('you can pull it real hard, ry, he likes it. thaaats right, good boy.') and his throat fucked ('dont worry about his voice, he needs this, hes even more desperate than you.') and bilvy learns that ryan needs pain any way it comes ('bite his thighs, bill. again, but harder. hear that? he loves it, such a slut.')

it feels like hours before ryans finally allowed to start stretching bill, bending him over the side of the couch. he's never really done this to anyone but himself before so he's constantly asking for more instructions, the phone resting by bills head. 'can i add another finger now, pete?' 'am i allowed to touch his dick while i do this, pete? please, i really want to, its so pretty.' 'does he need more lube?' 'can i fuck him yet? can he take it after only two?' bills quiet throughout, content in taking what hes given and not asking for more, but after a while he starts begging pete to let ryan fuck him too. 'please, pete, i really need it, please let him?? we'll be good, you know we will, pleeeease.' bingo, thats what pete was waiting for, he guesses, both of them begging and pleading like they need it more than theyve ever needed anything, because it doesn't take much more of that for him to finally, FINALLY give them permission. he tells bill that he has to be as loud as he can, because he needs to be able to hear his pretty boy over the sound of skin on skin, and he does as hes told. he probably scandalizes anyone within 10 feet of the bus with the sheer volume of his moans. its really hard for either of them to hear pete through the noise, but sometimes his voice will cut through it all, telling ryan to be rougher, to slap bills ass when hes quieting down too much, telling bill when to clench around ryans dick and to keep tell him how it feels. at one point he makes an offhand comment about how pretty his pets sound breeding each other and that gets ryan closer to the edge than he has been the entire afternoon, which is new to everyone. hes immediately asking pete if he can make bill cum and feels himself swell with pride when pete tells him what a good boy he is, wanting bilvy to get off first, such a gentleman. of course he can, theyve been so good. he jerks bill off fast and rough, like hes told, and bill cums all over his hand as soon as pete says he can. pete tells ryan to get bill to clean it up for him, and groans loudly when he hears the sound of bill sucking and moaning around ryans fingers as he does. ryan asks if he should pull out, but pete tells him no, 'bill can take it, look at him ry, he can take it, you can keep fucking him till youre done. cum whenever you want, ryan, you dont have to ask if you dont want, youve been so good.' he does ask, though, needs to be sure its okay, needs to know hes not breaking any secret rule he doesnt know about yet, and that alone nearly makes pete cream his jeans, but this isnt really about him no matter what he makes them believe, so he manages to hold off. pete tells him to cum as deep in bill as hes able, to make sure it takes of course, and ryan lets out the most pathetic noise hes ever made in his life as he does so.

i havent considered the logistics of how aftercare would work with pete involved but i dont think he would have either so bill and ryan would try figure it out on their own. theyre allowed to talk to eachother again, pete says so, but they dont, neither of them really having it in them. ryan helps bill get dressed and helps him brush any knots out of his hair and bill makes sure ryan has something cold for the marks on his neck and thighs before helping him to his bunk. pete repeats through the phone line that they both did so good, tells them how perfect they are and how much he cares about them, but eventually they hang up so they can try to sleep. theyre truly too lanky to cuddle up together in it, so bill steals the bunk above ryans (which he needs help getting into with how weak his legs are) and dangles his hand off the edge for ryan to hold while they both drift off. pete informs the others with a text that the bus is safe again, and when they wake up theyre in a different city. heart emoji blushing emoji. - sweat anon

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[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Switch It Up

Gator Tillman x Kirby Rivers (oc) x Win Lewis (oc)

♤ Summary: Kirby teaches Gator some things in the bedroom. Things get a little out of hand. (In a good way)

♤ Warnings: sex. This is all sex. Trans oc (Kirby uses he/him), Gator x oc x oc, threesome. The more indepth tags im gonna put under the cut cuz it's... its all sex stuff okay here we gooooo!

♤ A/N: look @jozstankovich i finally wrote iiittttt!!!! Gonna tag @thecreelhouse too! If you aren't into smut stuff please go no further friend! I will not be offended but i never want to presume everyone is into sex stuff cuz i know some people arent!!! 🧡🤣🤣🤣🧡

18+ Under The Cut!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!

♤ Extra Warnings: trans sex, Kirby is a boy but he has a vagina, and they use terms for that. Mostly "cunt" i think, cum eating, overstimulation, blow jobs, fingering, oral (everyone receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it y'all), i wanna say.... cream pie? Not 100% on what that 100% includes but i wanna say its in there, switching! Allllll these fuckers switch!!! They switch more than costumes on Broadway okay??? And you have to love that for them. God i hope that's it, enjoy!!!!

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Kirby wipes the back of his hand across his face as Gator lowers himself to his knees next to him. Win's panting on the bed, her thighs still shaking, tremors volting through her body.

"You're better at that than me." Gator mutters, his hands on his knees. Kirby readjustes his knees, they're starting to ache from overuse. He narrows his eyes, staring at Gator.

"What?" Gator asks, leaning away a bit.

"Gimme a pillow for my knees. I'm gonna teach you somethin'." Kirby nods toward the head of the bed, Gator scrambles back up to grab one, Win gasps on the bed and pushes herself up onto her elbows to look at Kirby, and then Gator, who settles beside him again after he gets the pillow under Kirby's knees.

Win's shaking hand moves down, between her legs and Kirby slaps it, pointing at her with a look.

"No touching. You gonna be good?" He asks, head tilted. She bites her lip, her chest heaving as she looks at them, and nods. Kirby smiles, nods at her, gives her knee a squeeze.

"Good girl." He praises, and then turns to Gator.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks, hands on his knees still, his cock hard and pressing against his belly. Kirby's eyes linger there, he fades.

"Kirby." Gator snaps his fingers in front his face, Kirby shakes his head, blinks a few times.

"Sorry, distracted. Ummmmm... here. Gimme your arm." Kirby instructs. Gator frowns.

"I don't get to touch her?" He nods to Win, up on her elbows watching them again, her face is still flushed from the three rolling orgasms Kirby just pushed her through, but her breathing is finally leveling out. Kirby watches her pout mockingly at Gator before he looks back to him.

"Not yet. She's fine for now. Needs a little break." Kirby says, giving her a knowing look.

"Presumptuous." She mumbles. Kirby presses his tongue to his teeth, eyebrow cocked on his forehead and moves his hand up her leg slowly. Her breathing falters as his hand moves higher. Her teeth dig into her lip when his fingertips reach her folds, he smirks at her and pressed his fingers in, deep, his thumb pressing straight against her clit and circling. Her head slams back, fingers clenched in the sheets.

"Kirby! Fuck! I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'll wait!" She screams, overstimulation clenching her muscles, he whole body bearing down on his fingers. He pulls them out, slow, circles her clit one more time, her body jerking, manic laughter bubbling out of her as she lays there twitching. He pats at her inner thigh, fingers soaking wet.

"That's what I thought. Just watch sweetheart. It'll make it better later. You trust me?" Kirby asks, his hand curling around her calf soothingly. She presses up onto her elbows again.

"I trust you." She breathes, and smiles at him. Her eyes moving to Gator at the same time Kirby's do. He turns to him, holds out his hand, and smiles when Gator places his wrist in Kirby's palm.

"I'm gonna teach you what it should feel like okay? The ways you should be moving your tongue." Kirby's eyes are wide, waiting for Gator to respond. He swallows roughly, his throat working, and nods.

"Okay. I'm- yeah. That sounds...nice." His pupils are blown, his eyes almost black as he watches and waits for Kirby to start. Kirby smiles at him, presses a chaste kiss to Gator's palm, and then moves his mouth to his wrist and starts his lessons.

He moves his tongue slowly at first, the salty tange on Gators skin making his mouth water, he moans against Gator's pulse point and tugs him closer. His eyes are closed but he can feel Gator squirming next to him, pressing his thighs together. Kirby's been doing the same since he got on his knees for their girl. His thighs have to be slick by now, there's no way he's not fucking dripping. He pulls back, his mouth popping off of Gator's wrist loudly. He hears Win sigh on the bed above them.

"Okay, now show me what I just did to you." Kirby orders, holds his own arm out to Gator. He frowns.

"What? My arm not good enough?" Kirby asks, chastising.

"No! No it's fine. I just-" Gator voice stalls, his eyes fall to the floor.

"Hey." Kirby moves two fingers under his chin, lifts his head.

"Tell me what you want." Kirby says, easy. Gator swallows.

"I wanna touch you." Gator says, his voice quiet. Kirby smiles.

"You can touch me. Use my shoulder, c'mhere." Kirby shifts a little, angles himself toward Gator more and he's against him immediately. Gator's arms around him, hands pressing into the warm skin of his back, his mouth hovering over Kirby's shoulder.

"Go ahead."

Kirby closes his eyes, focuses on the soft slide of Gator's tongue against his skin, moans and grabs at Gator when he moves his tongue perfectly, exactly the way Kirby had against his skin.

"Okay okay." Kirby breathes, pushes Gator back, away from him, his hands linger on Kirby's naked hips.

"Did I do good?" Gator asks, his eyes wide, expecting, and Kirby's happy to see, there's no lingering worry or fear, that Kirby might be mean to him, might tell him he's worthless. Kirby and Win had been working hard to erase that feeling from their boy. And it was working. Kirby cupped his cheek, snorted a laugh when Gator moved his hand over his ribs, tickling,

"You did perfect. Lemme show you somethin else." Kirby smiles, held his hand out again. Gator immediately moved his wrist into it. Kirby looked up Win, she was sitting now, elbows on her knees as she looked down over the end of the bed, watching them. She smiled, her teeth pulling over her bottom lip.

"He's so good for us." She sighed, moving her foot out, pressing it to Gator's shoulder, he curled his fingers around her ankle and held her there. Needing the contact.

Kirby lowered his mouth to Gator's skin again, and felt Win's hand move into his hair, not guiding, just resting there, that touch, keeping them all connected. Gator whined high in his throat and Kirby pulled back again, goofy grin on his face.

"What the fuck was that?" Gator asked. His eyes wide, he looked between Kirby and Win. Kirby snorted, Win laughed, flopped back on the bed, her hands laying across her stomach.

"Oh I'm pretty sure I know exactly what that was." She laughed, her foot still resting against Gator's shoulder, it angled her knee up a bit and both boys leaned a little to the left, gawking as she exposed herself.

She clears her throat and they both look up at her, eyes wide and innocent and needy.

"Weren't you in the middle of something?" She asks, voice a little lower than normal, knowing look on her face. Kirby blinks up at her, slowly, she laughs again and lifts her other leg, toes at his cheek until he's facing Gator again.

"Teaching him." She says, her voice fond as she drops both her legs away from them, crossing her ankles and closing her legs.

"Right. Yes. That was- yes. I was doing that." Kirby nods, shakes his head once and pulls at Gator's arm again.

"Watch." Is all he says before moving his mouth back to Gator's skin. He keeps his lips off him, sticks his tongue out a little farther, lets Gator watch the way he moves and swirls and presses his tongue to him. Gator watches with wide eyes, whining again when Kirby moves his tongue just right.

"Fuck." Gator breathes, leaning closer, his free hand clamped down on his own thigh, his cock is nearly purple against his stomach now.

"Can I?" He asks, looking at Kirby. Kirby smiles, nods, tilts his head to the side and lets Gator in.

He curls his arms around Kirby, pulls him up onto his knees, taller, as he mouths at his neck, his collar bones, Kirby squirming in his arms.

"Fuck, Gate. You're such a fast learner." Kirby laughs, grabbing at him, pulling him closer as his tongue moves perfectly against his skin. He feels Gator's teeth and knows he's getting lost. Getting distracted. Kirby moves his hands into his hair.

"Want me to help you with this?" Kirby asks, moving his thigh just so, pressing it against Gator's cock trapped between them.

"Mhm." Gator whines into his neck.

"Yeah? How do you want me?" Kirby asks, his hands moving down Gator's back, pulling him closer, grinding against him.

"I want your mouth." Gator sighs, nosing into Kirby's hair.

"Oh yeah?" He asks, pulls back, looks at Gator.

"You want my mouth cuz that's what she got?" He asks, knowing the answer already. Gator nods, doesn't speak, his eyes glassy.

"Yeah? Somebody jealous?" Kirby teases, hears Win chuckle next to him. Gator nods again, licks his lips.

"That's okay sweetheart. No need to be jealous. You know I'll give you whatever you want right?" Kirby asks, cupping Gator's cheek. He nods again, slow.

"Yeah I know. Know you'll take care'a me." He says, voice syrupy, he nods again. Kirby nods back, kisses his cheek.

"Up on the bed." Kirby pats his cheek and smiles when Gator scrambles back up onto the bed, he moves so his back is against the headboard. Kirby crawls onto the bed thankfully, glad to give his knees a rest. He lays on his stomach between Gator's legs.

"This isn't- I mean I'm not-" Gator stammers, looking down at him, his hands flexing in the sheets beside his legs.

"Not gonna last long?" Kirby asks, eyes up and on Gator. He shakes his head.

"Fuck I love that. So fucking much." He crawls up then, kisses Gator deep, licks into his mouth and pulls back again before Gator can catch up.

"Fucking cum down my throat. I want it." Kirby growls, slides back down to his stomach, mouths at Gator's hip for a minute.

"Jesus Christ." Gator breathes, his chest heaving.

"Gonna let me help you pretty boy?" Win's voice in Kirby's ears, her breath tickling the skin just behind it, her hand moves over his back, slow, over his ribs and hip, slower. He feels her lay next to him, chest pressed against his side, sees her other hand move and lace together with Gator's.

"Am I pretty boy right now?" Kirby asks, peppering kisses across Gator's hip, moving closer, licking at his happy trail, smiling into the skin there as Gator squirms.

"You're always a pretty boy." She breathes, her breath hot against his ear.

"Lemme touch you. Make you feel good. Wanna watch my good boys cum together." She sighs, drags her teeth across his shoulder. Kirby shivers, feels her hand move down, away from his hip, over his ass, she moves her nails gently against the inside of his thigh, his hips move against the matress.

"Yeah. Fuck yes. Touch me please." Kirby begs, moves his mouth to the base of Gator's cock, as Win moves her fingers up, moves them over Kirby's slick thighs as Kirby swallows Gator, his throat opening for him as Win whispers,

"You're so fucking wet baby. So fucking good for us." As she presses two fingers into Kirby, slow, pulls them back out as he whines around the cock in his throat.

"You're our good boy aren't you? Hmm? Taking us both so fucking well." She adds a third finger, it goes in easy, Kirby's so wet, his hips rolling against the matress, pressing her fingers deeper as she licks and bites at his shoulder.

"Mhmm." He hums, his throat vibrating as Gator fucks his hips up into his mouth.

"Jesus fuck. You're fucking mouth." Gator groans, hands clenching in the sheets, and to Win's hand, their fingers still laced together.

"He feels so good doesn't he Gate, so wet and warm?" She coos, her fingers making obscene sounds as they move into him over and over. Gator's free hand clamps down on Kirby's head, fingers tangling in his hair, pushing his cock deeper.

Tears fall down Kirby's face as he forces himself deeper, Win's slick fingers moving over Kirby's clit now, her mouth clamping down on his shoulder, teeth sinking deep. Kirby whines around the cock shoved in his throat, his cunt squeezing Win's fingers as he cums, humming again as Gator fucks up hard, cumming down his throat with a yell.

Kirby stays on him until his cock is soft, and then pulls back with an obscene pop, gasping a little, he licks at his lips, his tongue sticky. Win's nuzzles into his shoulder. Kisses the mark she made.

"Fuck." Gator sighs, finally going limp with Kirby's mouth off him.

"I mean... fuck." He says, chest heaving. Kirby laughs, his cheek resting on Gator's hip.

"Such a way with words." He sighs, feels Win roll away from him, he reaches for her, draps his arm over her stomach after she wiggles her way up closer to Gator.

"Was it good for you too?" She asks, her eyes on Kirby. He scrunches his nose.

"You couldn't tell?" He asks, feeling sleepy, nuzzling his face against Gator's dick, making him squirm again.

"No I could tell." She says, sounding satisfied with herself.

"I couldn't tell." Gator lies. Looking between them both.

"Oh no?" Win asks. Gator shakes his head.

"Well here. Lemme show you." She grabs at Kirby's arm, yanks him up to lay between them, he goes easily enough, pliant and fucked out.

"Here." Kirby hears her say, his eyes falling shut, and then he feels hands on him, and then fingers in him.

"Mmm! Fuck!" He cries, his legs trying to close at the stimulation, Gator laughs, one hand hooked under Kirby's knee, keeping them apart. His other hand next to Win's, knuckle deep in his dripping cunt.

"Fuckpleasefuck." Kirby begs, his hips twitching and rolling.

"Is that what you want? Hmm? Want me to fuck you?" Gator asks, hums in his ear as he shoves his fingers deeper.

"Fuck. Mmm- ah! Please! Yes!" Kirby writhes between them, Win pulling at his other leg now, keeping them apart as she cirlces her thumb around his clit. Gator pulls his fingers out, moves them up Kirby's stomach and then sucks them into his mouth. He licks them clean and then he's moving, he's on top of Kirby in the time it takes him to blink.

"Fuck. She was right. You did enjoy that didn't you? Taste so good." He breathes into Kirby mouth, licking into him and letting him taste himself. Kirby can feel him hard against his stomach again already. He nods, letting Gator know he's right, he did fucking enjoy it.

"Wanna enjoy me now too?" Gator asks, doesn't wait for an answer as Win's hand between them lines him up. He sinks into Kirby easily, slips into him deep as Kirby claws at his back and cries out, tears falling into his hair as Gator fucks him.

"Take me so good baby. Like you're fuckin made for it. My pretty little boy." Gator growls, his hips slamming into Kirby, their skin slapping against each other.

Kirby feels fingers press against his clit, his hips slam up into Gator's. He feels more than hears Win laughing against his ear. Her breath hot, her lips even hotter when they mouth at the skin of his shoulder again.

"You want more? Hmm? Sweet boy? You can take more can't you?" She hums, her fingers moving down, pushing in next to Gator's cock, he and Kirby moan into each other mouths at the new pressure.

"More! please! Want it. Need it." Kirby whines, hips rolling, nails digging into Gator's back, and then Win's arm when she grabs him, both of them clutching at each other across Gator's back.

"I've got you baby. We've got you. Gonna give you what you need." Gator soothes, kisses his cheek and then pushes hismelf up onto his hands. He braces himself, hands on Kirby's hips, shifts his knees a little and pounds into him. His cock buried deep on every thrust, Win's fingers pushing in next to him, stretching him wider as Kirby cries, squirming beneath them as they push him over the edge, his whole body shaking as Gator fucks him into the matress.

"He's gonna cum inside you pretty boy. Fill that pretty cunt. That what you want honey?" Win purrs, voice rough and deep in his ear.

"Y-y-yes. Pl-please." Kirby begs, his hands above his head now, slammed against the headboard, his fingers clawing at it as Gator fucks him deeper, his hips stuttering as he gets closer.

"Such a good boy for us. Always saying please." She teases, moves her hand away from his cunt, up his stomach, nails scratching lightly at his skin as Gator keeps moving. She moves her hand back down, slow, over his clit again, making him scream, and then presses her fingers back in, slides them in beside Gator's cock and pushes them both over the edge again. Gator falling foward, hips snapped tight agaisnt Kirby's, cum filling his cunt as he licks at Kirby's neck, both of them moaning and whining into each others skin.

Kirby's soft laughter fills the room, airy and manic. The way it always does when they fuck him good. His hands still clawing at Gator's back. Gator stays inside him. Win pulls her arm from between them and snuggles close to them both.

"You okay sweetheart?" She breathes, kissing Kirby's cheek. He nods slowly, laughter still bubbling out of him, Gator pulls out of him, cock soft, and he laughs again, tucking his head into Gator's neck.

"Didn't hurt you did I?" Gator asks, lifting his hips as Kirby shakes his head. Gator looks between them, shoves Kirby's leg up a bit, shifts his hips just right and watches his cum drip out of him.

"Fuuuuuck. You're fucking perfect." Gator groans, moves his hand down, presses his fingers through his cum and curls them. Win groans as she watches him lift his hand, suck his fingers into his mouth and then reach for her. She goes willing, opening her mouth and letting Gator slip his cum covered tongue into her mouth. Both of them moaning as they taste him and Kirby on their tongues.

"Jesus fuck." Kirby breathes, watching them, his breathing calming slowly. He watches them both swallow and then look at him.

"What was that for? I was supposed to be teaching him, to fuck you better. Not... not this." Kirby waves his hand around weakly. Win snorts as Gator gets up, walks into the bathroom.

"Well you're such a good teacher, I thought maybe a preemptive thank you was in order." Win said, pressing again Kirby's side again, her hand moving over his chest and up his neck, angling his head toward her so she could kiss him. Her salty tongue licks into his mouth and he sighs, deep, as she pulls back.

"Well thanks. It was... it was fuckin great." Kirby says, smiling as she laughs into his shoulder. Gator comes back with a warm washcloth, wipes Kirby clean and tosses it to the side.

"What about me?" Win huffs, playful as she spreads her legs. Gator smiles, but his eyes go dark as he curls his fingers around her ankle.

"I'm not done with you yet." Gator says, his voice low. Win digs her teeth into her lip, plants her feet, her heels digging into the sheets.

"Oh yeah? Got some new moves you wanna try?" She asks, lifting up onto her elbows as Gator crawls and kneels between her legs.

"Yeah. Gonna see if I can make you scream the way he can." Gator jerks his head in Kirby's direction, Win lets her head fall to the side, looks at Kirby too. His eyes are closed, one leg bent at the knee, putting him on full display, but his hands are resting on his stomach. He doesn't look at them as he raises one and gives them a thumbs up.

"Good luck soldier. Make me proud." He says, voice soft and fucked out, he drops his hand back to his stomach as Gator lays down, his head between Win's legs.

"Gonna make me scream then?" Win teases, her legs bouncing slowly, like butterfly wings around Gator. He lets her knees fall back down and clamps his hands down on them, spreading her legs wide and holding them down against the matress.

"That's the plan, yeah." He says, looking up at her. Her eyes widen, her mouth opens, like she's gonna challenge him again and he moves. Latches his mouth onto her and moves his tongue the way Kirby showed him. Whatever words she may have been about to say fall away as she falls to the bed.

She moans deep in her throat as he keeps going, licking and sucking until she's shaking beneath him. Her eyes squeezed tight, hands clenched in the sheets for what very well might be the hundredth time today. Her thighs are starting to shake when she hears Kirby say,

"Here. Slip two in there. And curl them like this." And she feels his slender fingers slip inside her, curling perfectly the way they always do, hitting that spot inside her like no one ever had before. She snaps her head up, looks down to see both boys between her legs.

She watches Kirby lean close to Gator, feels his fingers pull out of her. She watches him move his hand over Gator's on her thigh and hears him whisper,

"Lemme show you." Into Gator's ear. Gator's face is all focus, his other hand droping down her thigh, his thumb moving to replace his mouth on her clit. She gasps at the change, opens her mouth to encourage them when she feels four fingers press into her, her head slamming back again.

"Right here." Kirby says, and she feels Gator's fingers hit that perfect spot. Feels Kirby's fingers from the other side, moving Gator's, showing him how to do it. And then Kirby curls their fingers together, filling her up and pressing inside her as Gator leans back down, his tongue finding her clit again as Kirby presses their fingers in deeper, a little harder.

She cums with a scream, hands shoving at them both, trying to push them away, to stop the over stimulation as her body shakes and clenches around them both.

"Not yet." She hears Kirby say, feels Gator's fingers push deeper, feels Kirby's slick ones cover her clit before Gator's mouth is there again.

And then Kirby is kissing her, moving his tongue in her mouth the way Gator's moving his over her clit and she's fucking thrown over the edge again, moaning and crying into Kirby's mouth as he kisses her through it.

Her body shakes for almost two mintes after their done with her. Gator wiping her down and both boys curling around her after. Kirby's head resting on her breast, his hand resting just below her belly button. Gator's got her tucked under his chin, his hand resting around her ribs.

"You okay babes?" Kirby asks, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She nods, smiles slowly, and breathes out a laugh.

"Yeah. Okay is... an understatement." She chuckles, her hand resting on Kirby's arm giving him a squeeze.

"So I- I did good. That was better than before?" Gator asks, nuzzling his nose into her hair.

"Yeah Gate, you did fucking amazing." She compliments, moving to kiss him, dislodging Kirby from her chest with a sqwuak. She gets settled back down and he licks a hot stripe across her boob before settling back down himself.

"Hey! Watch it!" She teases, slapping at him.

"Oh I was. Hence the lick." He grins up at her, she rolls her eyes, but watches his grin turn into a syrupy sleepy smile as he cuddles closer. His arm reaching across her to grab at Gator too. Both her boys angle themselves closer, holding each other as they hold onto her.

They lay there until the sun falls, shadows dancing off into the dark as they drift in and out of sleep. Eventually showering together before they all hobble and waddle and limp into the kitchen. They scour the pantry and then talk and laugh as Kirby makes them dinner, the others watching as their beautiful boy cooks for them, in his pretty little apron, no shirt on underneath.

[wh0rephobic]

All thoughts? Gone.

Brain is just sex with will.

"Darling, not right now." William said. He was driving home, with you in the passenger seat.

"William! I can't wait..." you said pouting

"Darling don't pout. Its 3 minutes till home."

"William, please! My pussy aches...you've not fucked me for 2 days!"

Then, after alot of begging William got pissed. "Stop begging me, can't you wait?!" William snapped. You stayed quiet for the rest off the ride home.

"Darling im sorry. I think all off me should apologize, mostly my tongue for upsetting you."

So he apologized and fucked you so fuckin deep with your tongue.

oh my gosh GENUINELY i’d be so devastated if he took this tone with me 😭😭😭

but yeah, staying silent the whole ride home, not even turning to look at william, just staring out the window quietly. when you finally get home you’re basically tip-toeing into the house, your body having closed in on itself in shame of what william had said to you… it’s almost like you’re walking into a strangers house for the first time with how nervous you look. well, it might as well be a strangers house, as the william you know would never raise his voice at you like that.

you head straight upstairs to hide in your shared bedroom, to get as much privacy and distance from him until he decides it’s time to go up.

which in about half an hour, it is. a few quiet taps on the door lift your head from the book you’re reading to watch him open the door slowly and poke his head in, making eye contact with you.

“can i come in?” he mumbles, to which you just put your head back down to your book.

he knows you’re mad, he’ll sort the rest out. he takes your silence as a yes and enters the room, walking slowly towards your side of the bed and sitting in front of where you’re curled up on the bed. you raise your book higher, seemingly hiding yourself from him. though, william isn’t having it. he reaches his hand up and slowly lowers the book. you comply, gazing up at him with an unreadable expression that makes his mouth dry.

he’s very soft spoken, “i’m sorry dear… i shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

you say nothing.

“and i believe that all of me should apologize.” you blink a few times. “especially my tongue, for upsetting you.”

oh. well, you can’t stay mad forever; all you really wanted was an apology and william gave it to you… plus, your pussy does still hurt from neglect…

william hooks his hands below your knees, spreading them out on the bed and adjusting himself so that he’s kneeling between you.

“so, what to you say?” he rubs his hands up and down your thighs. “do you forgive me?”

how were you supposed to say no to that?

you nod, sitting up and putting your book on the nightstand. william sighs with relief and without another word meets you for a kiss.

oh boy, you forgot how good his kisses were. the way you sigh into it, bringing a palm to rest on the scruff of his face, his hands reaching for leverage on your hips… he darts his tongue out to lick your lips, deepening the kiss when he slips it through. your tongues happily dance together as william pulls your hips down so that you’re laying flat on the bed. when your head his the mattress, he pulls away, you gaze at him with doe eyes that he just can’t resist planting a few more pecks to your lips before leaving to suckle on your neck.

you can feel william roll the skin between his teeth with the intention to leave bruises. you begin to pant.

he leaves two dark red hickeys throbbing on your neck before continuing to move down. he kisses down your shirt, before getting to the hem and pushing it up slightly so that he can leave wet kisses against your tummy. you whimper, watching his delicate movements, skin ghosting over skin whenever he moves and making your pussy ache.

by the time william has rested his chin on your pelvis to gaze up at your blown-out eyes, you could practically be begging him to take your pants off. but, you don’t have to.

“may i?”

you nod, fast and eager to be pleased. he stifles a chuckle at your desperate complexion, but doesn’t tease you about it. william, as eager as you, undoes your pants and sits up to pull them all the way off of your legs, throwing them on the floor.

he takes his time continuing to warm you up so that your body doesn’t shock when he comes in contact with your heat. aka, teasing. he’s teasing you.

you can feel his mouth attach on to the soft skin of your thigh, kneading it with his tongue and fluttering kisses around them in between sucks and bites as he lifts your legs over his shoulders. a few minutes later, you begin to soak through your underwear. when william notices, he can’t help but look up at you, lips parted, face flushed and a complete mess and he hasn’t even started yet.

there’s a dark look in his eyes, right before he moves forward to press kisses to the wet cloth, darting his tongue out and taking in the taste of you… you can feel his tongue squirm, it makes you whimper and grind down on him, just trying to give him the hint.

of course, william takes it. you didn’t need to hint, he always knew. he keeps his gray eyes locked to yours when he moves up to your stomach again, hooking his teeth in the lace lining of your panties and beginning to drag them off of your thighs. you throw your head back and sigh.

william makes contact with your clit, dragging his rough tongue over it like a puppy before attaching his mouth. your legs twitch as you finally get attention there, sitting up with a gasp. you watch him as he wraps his arms around your legs, holding your jerking body in place as he licks and nips at your lips, slurping up all of your juices.

“o-oh my god, f-fuck,” you moan, “william!”

he pulls away, “there’s my girl-“

“oh, please don’t talk right now, please! j-just keep going!”

without another word, william dives back in. he finally inserts his tongue inside of you, pushing the warm muscle against your walls and feeling as you clench down on the unusual sensation of his squirming, wet tongue. he only holds tighter, restricting you of your attempts to escape him and pushing his face further into your pussy to reach your g-spot. you’re panting, face red as you flail your arms for leverage as your body both tries to push into william and pull away.

the way he’s rolling his tongue inside of you is heavenly mixed with the way he reaches over your leg to begin rubbing your clit. you’re a mess of drool and slick, dripping down your shaking thighs and making a mess on the bed as you drill your heels into his back.

“oh, oh-!” you grip the sheets. “awwh!”

william loves when you get noisy, it spurs him on to dive deeper, practically suffocating himself with your pussy in order to please you as you squeeze his tongue delightfully. his eyes are closed, brows knit as he focuses on reaching as deep as he can inside of you. his teeth are resting on your clit as he growls into you.

then, he hits it. his tongue licks against that sensitive, spongy part of you that makes you go absolutely insane. your back arches as you reach down to grip onto his hair, pulling it so hard you could rip it out as you cry out repetitions of there, there, there! before you tighten your legs around his head and use all of your strength to flip both of you over so that you’re seated on his face.

william gasps in shock, tightening his hold on your thighs as you reach up to grab the headboard of the bed for balance before you begin rutting your pussy against his face like your life depends on it.

everything is perfect. the way despite literally being suffocated by your sex (though he enjoys it), he’s still actively fucking you with his tongue while you grind your clit down onto his nose… you’ve never felt this good in your life.

your movements become sloppy the more the knot in your stomach tightens. it’s not long before you stop and with one long drag of your hips, you gush out all over william’s mouth and start to drown him with your cum.

you let out loud, breathy moans as you rock through your high. you can feel william retract his tongue in order to swallow everything you just gave him and when the heat inside of you finally cools, you sigh and roll off of him, collapsing down on the bed.

william takes a second to catch his breath and revel in the activities you two just preformed. when he finally gathers himself, he turns over and crawls up to you, brushing the sweat-stuck hair out of your face and planting kiss after kiss all over your face while you pant.

you reach a hand up to cradle his jaw, gesturing to him as he kisses you and thumbing at the wetness left on his face.

“oh god,” you giggle, he moves back to look at you. “what did i do to you?”

his eyes are wide with fiery passion. “oh, you better do that again.”

“you liked that?”

“yes!” he groans, “oh darling, i’m so sorry for yelling at you…”

you scoff, over it now. “well, if you’re gonna apologize to me like that then you should yell at me more often,”

the two of you share a laugh before william relaxes next to you, pulling you into his chest so the two of you can catch your breaths before getting up to shower together.

[iloveemoboyss]

Scared

Summary: When the reader has a fear of spiders and she just so happens to come across one when when she’s showering, the outcome isn’t the best way to start Eddies day.

Pairing: Eddie Munson & Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of spider falling near reader, naked reader, Eddie giving hints of smut near the end, nothing other than Eddie being an adorable boyfriend.

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As Eddie was sleeping soundly behind her, she was busy getting her clothes situated for her to change into when she got out of the shower. Softly humming along a song before grabbing her towel and heading towards the bathroom, giving Eddies forehead a quick kiss while brushing a few stray hairs away from his face before doing so. Continuing on her trail to the bathroom, her feet padding against the slightly cold wood. A small smile ghosting across her face as she entered the bathroom silently. Not bothering to look around her surroundings before stripping down to nothing and twisting the knob of the shower. Water spitting down on her hand, seeing if the water is just right for her to take a well deserved shower. Nodding to herself as the water reaches lukewarm. Perfect. As she stepped in the shower, already reaching towards her shampoo something dropped in the peripheral of her eye. Thinking nothing of it she dipped her head under the water, her lungs caught her breath in a harsh gasp as she caught sight of the largest wolf spider she has ever seen in the drain, trying its best to crawl out of the hole. Her breath faltered, chest rising faster with each puff of air she pushed out her mouth. The spider then successfully got put of the drain, crawling towards where she was standing. In return she screamed at the top of her lungs while fussing with the curtains. Ending up with her falling, taking the curtains with. She let out a pained groan as her bum ached with already forming bruises. In the next room over, Eddie quickly awoke from his slumber after hearing the scream of his lover. Quickly darting out of bed and jumping into sweats, His feet carried him to the bathroom quickly, knocking twice before opening it slowly. His breath caught in his throat as he scanned the room, curtains ripped off the wall, the water running and mostly importantly, his naked girlfriend sitting on her knees looking back at him with wide eyes. “What in the world happened, my love?” He curiously asked while kneeling down beside her, running his hands through her dripping hair. She fondled with the tips of her fingers before slightly whispering out “Uhm there was a uh spider.” Eddie then looked at the tub, stretching over to turn the water off while peering into the tub she was previously in. His brows furrowed at the sight of a very well drowned wolf spider. “Sweetheart, its dead.” Eddie peered out from his shoulder. She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed, “no it wasn’t. it was trying to get me.” While avoiding eye contact, looking anywhere but Eddie. He softly chuckled while shaking his head, kneeling down beside her fully, taking her slightly wet hands in his own. “You’re scared of spiders?” He tilted his head, trying to have their eyes connect without having to tell her to look at him. “Well yeah, deadly scared of them I mean..look what happened just now Eddie.” She said, full of guilt that she had just ruined a nice pair of curtains and probably the paint on the wall as well. Eddie only shook his head while standing up, bringing you with. “Baby, its okay. I understand, im not mad at you.” She looked up at him with sad eyes, looking around while gripping his hands against her, “but look at what I did babe, I just ruined this bathroom.” She complained while turning away, grabbing the pair of panties set on the sink, slowly getting dressed. Eddie smiled while observing how she carefully looked around her before stepping on the floor. Scared that another spider might come chasing after her foot. “Its cute. I don’t care about the bathroom, as long as you’re okay.” Eddie spoke out after awhile, taking her now clothed hip into his hand, caressing the soft fabric of her boxer briefs. Finally making her smiled up at him, pressing a soft kiss against his collarbone. Picking up the curtains and the metal the held them, she walked out into Eddies room and threw it in a corner. Eddie walking up behind her, trailing his hands down her waist, caressing the front of her thighs while whispering in her ear “I think I have a better idea.”

[cross-d-a]

I want to know ALL about Wu Xie embarrassing time traveler!Li Cu!!! ✨✨ I'm also v intrigued by Nie Huisang death death death

(Also, Cross you have so many wips; I read in awe. And to think I thought I had a lot of star wars fix-it ideas! I only have anything at all written down for two of them!)

(this refers to the WIP tag game I completed a few days ago!)

Wu Xie being EMBARRASSING & Li Cu Time Travel: 

I’ve got a series of interconnected oneshots planned where Li Cu just- accidentally hops back in time to every drama/book and helps out the Iron Triangle. and it’s more like LI CU embarrassing WU XIE haha

I thought it’d be HILARIOUS if Li Cu got to see how Wu Xie (UR MY DAD BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE) is so YOUNG and STUPID and EMBARRASSING when he’s young!! Wu Xie making (ACTUALLY) innocent doe eyes at an emo Xiao Ge?? GROSS. Wu Xie accidentally (DELIBERATELY?) setting off multiple traps in a tomb?? Li Cu is 10000/10 going to RECORD THIS on his phone and bring it BACK to the future and make fun of Wu Xie FOREVER. Also!!! There are SO MANY SNAKES in Ultimate Note!! And?? Conveniently?? Li Cu has a lil’ snake buddy?? MAYBE HE COULD HELP??? 

I basically want Li Cu being the Actual Competent One and the baby Iron Triangle floundering. Mostly Wu Xie. I want Wu Xie floundering. I also want Wu Xie SO EMBARRASSED when Li Cu hops back to his own time. 

li cu: DAD UR AN IDIOT 

wu xie: i DONT WANT TO RELIVE IT PLS AND THANK 

li cu: nO!! U ARE GOING TO SUFFER!! UR SO STUPID u set off FIVE TRAPS

wu xie: i hate you 

li cu: no u don’t u just told me u loved and appreciated me for saving ur life like ten minutes ago. there were tears in your eyes. actually they were streaming down ur face. u might have been hugging my leg and sobbing

wu xie: tHAT WAS SIXTEEN YEARS AGO FOR ME OK i am an OLD MAN

Nie Huaisang death death death:

I think it’s hilarious that you picked out one of the resurrective immortality fics considering we were JUST talking about the old guard hahaha. This one I actually have a good chunk written so far, so here is a long snippet near the beginning. Context is that Nie Huaisang’s mother is VERY pregnant and she’s riding through the mountains to visit her family before she gives birth. WARNINGS for gore (kinda??) and child death and just- DEATH in general:

There are beasts in the mountains. Ravenous, born of fury and blood, more ragged spirit than flesh. Their claws are jagged and broken and their maws drip with sizzling saliva. They have roamed the mountains for years and years, and have only grown more enraged, voracious.

The Nie Clan have always harnessed the butchery of their past. Binding rage and ruin to themselves, channeling it through their hearts and into their swords until they are one and the same. Until it feeds upon their flesh and their spirit, gnawing on their bones, carving out a little space for itself between brittle ribs. Until, one bloody piece at a time, it consumes them whole.

The Nie Clan’s power is also the source of their doom, and these beasts who roam and know only hate hate hate are Nie-furen’s doom, as well.

They descend upon the Nie in the dead of night, a roiling mass of snapping teeth and furious howls. There is blood, screaming, desperate flashes of Dao magic and heavy blades. But there are too many and it is not enough.

But the mighty Phoenix of the West has always been filled with unmatched fury and she is full of new life and about to burst. She will not let her child die here today. Not before he can breathe sweet fresh air and keen that first high cry. Not before his father can cradle him in his arms and his older brother can plant a kiss on his forehead.

That rage within her swells. It devours her spirit and bleeds out her eyes as she screams screams screams- a raging beacon of power and brutality and every ancestor’s grief.

She slaughters everything in her path.

When she comes to, she is soaked in blood and there is pain in her belly and an ache behind her eyes and in every breath- but she is alive. She lies amidst the ruins of her people and the lingering darkness of vanquished spirits and Shan Xifeng—

She goes into labour.

It is long and hard, lasting through the night into the bloody dawn and beyond. She manages to crawl to the edge of their encampment but no further. She twists into a curl of agony and cries into the clouded sky.

Her son is born on the cusp of evening, just as the sun slides behind dark, ragged peaks. He is born soft and warm and silent.

Shan Xifeng cradles him in quaking hands. Cups his cheek to her breast. His tiny head is blood-streaked like his mother. Blood-streaked like her friends and family around her.

It is an irony that on one of the most important days of her life, she is surrounded by her loved ones and yet they are all dead.

“Little one,” she murmurs, and tilts his limp head. “Little one, please.”

But he is silent as the dead around her and that grief swells again in her breast. It gnaws on her ribs and scrabbles at her throat and she is shaking shaking shaking.

“No,” she spits. “No! He has done nothing wrong! Nothing! Does he not deserve his first breath? His first cry? Does he not deserve the family that awaits him?!”

She screams into the sky and tastes blood between her teeth. “Take me instead! I beg of you! Please let him live! I would give my life! Every single one of them, so that he may live!”

Her sword quakes along with that dark raging thing within her and she clutches her dead son close.

Then—

The faint, elegant curve of a fan in the corner of her eye. The shift of cloth, the echo of a breath. The glimmering of ethereal gold and silver, like someone has spun the stars and sun above into delicate thread.

Summoned, like a beast to blood.

“All of them?”

Shan Xifeng knows better than to face an unknowable thing and so she bows as low as her broken body will allow. She stares into the bloodied dirt and breathes in dust and rasps, “Yes.”

“Hm.” A flicker of a stretching smile, coy, with a hint of sharp teeth. She does not see the fathomless dark behind those stark white teeth, a gaping void of ravenous benevolence. It is hidden behind the flare of the fan. “Do you understand what you ask for?”

“I do,” she says without hesitation.

The grin widens, lips scarlet and dark against bone-white skin. “Then I shall grant your wish.”

A shift of cloth, then a cool hand cups Nie-furen’s cheek, guiding her up. Her eyes flicker open and she sees what no mortal has ever seen, and then that fan whispers against her cheek and blood-red lips press against hers and the last thing she feels is her golden core trembling spasming dying as life is pulled from her breath- all the lives she has ever lived, the one she lives now, and every life she could have ever lived.

Shan Xifeng falls into the bloodied dirt beneath, still clutching her dead son to her breast. And then there is no one left living in that small clearing.

Pale, bony fingers trace a delicate line through the blood that lingers upon her cheek. It is still wet and useful. Stained fingers press against scarlet lips and the life held between stark white teeth is breathed anew into that blood.

Carefully, bone-thin fingers trace a deliberate character upon the newborn child’s left cheek. The blood shines, brilliant and devastating, before fading back into a gruesome name across pale skin. Slowly, the child begins to twitch, brows wrinkling in displeasure, before a high keening wail escapes tiny lips as the child take its first breath.

“Your mother does not know what she’s doomed you to.”

A day later, travelers upon the road hear a faint keening noise not far from their wagon. When they find the clearing, they gag and retch. When they find the weak, whining child clutched in his dead mother’s arms, they shake their heads and then stare at the crest emblazoned upon the woman’s clothes.

Two days after that, the child is delivered to Nie-zongzhu’s disbelieving arms.

“No,” he says, violent spirit quaking deep within him. “No. It- it is not true.”

The traveler ducks his head and clasps his hands in a bow. “I’m sorry, Zongzhu. We were not able to take the bodies with us. You’ll have to send someone to check, but…it was the crest of your house. And…” he hesitates, then nods to his companion who stumbles up and offers a sword.

Not just any sword. A dao.

Shan Xifeng’s dao.

Feng.

“No,” Nie-zongzhu cries, falling to his knees.

“I-I’m so sorry,” the traveler stutters. “I am so, so sorry, Nie-zongzhu.”

Nie-zongzhu sobs, clutching his newborn child to his chest. “Little one,” he weeps. “Oh, little one. At least life is kind enough to have spared you.”

“Yong,” the traveler blurts.

Nie-zongzhu stares uncomprehendingly, tears running hot down his cheeks.

“It- it was written upon his cheek in- in blood. I- I think that is what his mother named him. She must have done it with her dying breath. She must have wanted you to know. He did not enter this world nameless.”

“Yong,” Nie-zongzhu echoes, trembling. “It- it is a good name, for my brave little boy.” He cups his son’s cheek and sobs. “Brave like- like his mother,” he murmurs, voice thin and quaking. “She named you well.”

And perhaps it is bravery that made Shan Xifeng give up the chance to ever be reborn. Perhaps it is bravery that saved her son’s life.

But it was all a mother’s wretched love, and Shan Xifeng did not write the character for brave upon her son’s cheek.

No, it was not Yong for bravery, but Yong for eternal.

And it is not his mother who wrote it.

Perhaps it is bravery that saved her son, but is the curse of eternity really a kindness?

No, no Shan Xifeng did not truly understand what she asked for.

But Nie Yong soon would.

The next section starts with:

The second time Nie Yong dies, he doesn’t even realize it.

He is four years old.

and the third section starts with:

The third time Nie Yong dies, his Adie kills him.

He is nine years old.

It’s basically an Angst Fest with a happy ending bc...I just need a happy ending Always. I just REALLY love resurrective immortality and I love making my favourite characters Suffer :)

I hope these were fun and satisfying to read!! 

♪(ﾟ▽^*)ﾉ⌒☆

(also omg NO it’s a CURSE!!! I WISH I could just finish SOMETHING!! ANYTHING!! OMG!!! I am so envious you’ve managed to restrain yourself to a few!! Also!! I am SUPER excited to find out more about your fix-its!!! :D)

[pbandjesse]

Its my last day of my 20s!! It only feels a little weird. But I was weepy today. I dont think it was related. I think I was just. Having a hard day. Emotional. But it was still mostly good. 

I slept alright. Getting up was hard but James came in at 830 and said he was going to bike to the store and would be back around 9. So it gave me a little time frame to wake myself up and get dressed. 

So I did that. But I was down. Just felt sad. I got washed and dressed. I was happy with my hair. I love my new sweater. It was the first time Ive worn  it and its really great. Very soft. But I was still sad. 

I have some aches and pains. I need to make an appointment to see the dentist soon. And I have a weird wound in the back of my knee. I tried to feel alright but it was hard. 

James got back and made me a bagel. I played a little animal crossing. And he worked at his desk. SweetP really likes the desk. It lets him be tall. 

Eventually though James asked if I was ready to go out and I wasnt feeling great. But I wanted to feel better. So off we went. 

First we went down to the harbor. We were squish hunting and I wanted to hit up 4 places. CVS, Marshal's, Five Below, and Target. Because they were each in a set of two spots. So we wouldnt have to keep moving the car and parking. 

CVS was a bust. They didnt have any of their easter stuff out and they didnt have any valentines ones left. We walked the aisles just in case one was misplaced but no dice. So across the street we went to Marshal's. 

Better luck there! They had a bunch of the goofy ones with the hair. An owl. Some unicorns. But I ended up getting a cuddler. I really would like the dragon one but this pegasis spoke to me. Its a very good hug. And it was on clearance. The cashier liked him too. Mostly because he was purple but I think they look like Guy Feiari. 

We went to the car and headed out to the next places. A car almost hit us when we were leaving but James kept us safe. We were just a little shaken up. 

We went to Five Below next. At first I was like. Aw man no luck. They just had a little unicorn. But I did get a mini brand surprise pack. James was trying really hard to cheer me up but I know I was radiating sadness. 

We checked out and as we were leaving James noticed that we didnt see that they had all the new easter squishes by the door! 

I was super excited. The cashier said that they just put them out but people had been calling for a week. I didnt want all of them. I got 5. I was super excited about the cow and the octopus but the goat and pig were really cute in person. James liked the carrot a lot but I want to make the bottom more pointy so they will need work. 

We still went to look at target. This target had a lot more then the one yesterday. I ended up getting a very large dragon. I almost went for the bunny loaf but I am excited about my dragon. 

We picked up some tissues and floss too. Because we are adults. Adults who were hunting for stuffed animals. And then we headed home. 

My mood was up for a little there but it dropped back down again. I was sad. It sucked. 

We went home and James would make up an at home picnic. It was to wet outside to try to do a proper one. But he made the food look all nice. He even made deviled eggs and green salad. It was a really nice meal. And we talked about my sads and he tried to understand what he could do to help. But I was just. Going through it. 

I did get another gift today. He got a surprise box of beanie babies from an antique store in Hampden. And they were almost all beanie baby birthday bears. So later in the day I would hang up a shelf for them in the studio. I think they are very cute. It was funny though because there was no february but thats okay. I like the clown ones a lot. I think they are all very cute. 

I had work to do though. After lunch I worked on the Capybara for Gaby. I finished him up fast enough that James was able to take him to Gaby when he went to take a bike ride. And that was nice. And it gave me a little time to be alone and chill with my own feelings. 

I worked on my last drawing for the 30 day project. And then I went to play animal crossing. I made a rose garden and a carnival area. I want to work on the carnival more but it was still fun. 

James got back and we talked about pancake dinner. He went to go bake in the kitchen and eventually the sun was looking really golden in the living room so I wanted to take pictures but we were having trouble with the camera and so we missed the golden light. But we still got a couple pictures. 

But then I was just. So sad. I got overheated and I just needed to go lay down.  went and laid in the studio and watched videos for a while. Eventually James came and laid with me. Until around 6 when he went to go make up pancakes for dinner. 

We had a nice dinner. And then it was time for him to go play a game with his friends. I stayed and talked for a bit. Showed off my new squishes. And my new piercing. I actually rattled my piercing a little today and the top one hurts a little. But I can tell how well its healing so Im not to worried. 

I have been hanging out for the last hour. I made outfits for the week. Played around with my renfaire costume, coming up with more accessories to make it more believable. Its been nice. 

And now I am just tired. I am ready to take a shower and get some rest. 

Its  my birthday tomorrow! I hope its just. A good day. James had to work. But I hope to like. Read. Maybe take a drive. Just have a nice day. I hope you all have a good day too. 

Goodnight everyone. Take care of yourselves!!  

[jimmy-josh600]

Winning Over the Magizoologist Pt2

ookay, here’s part twooo. some smut. please enjoy. 

lemme know if ya like. xoxo

3; he loves his creatures

 Graves should’ve noticed that Newt was an omega with the way he treats his beasts. He is all of their mummy in some way, and he couldn’t lie he fucking loved it.

“Newton,” there was a tone of warning in his voice. “seems to be that one of your little beasts has escaped.” The Director was holding a squirming Niffler much to Newts shock.

“You little pest! How did you get out?” Newt scolded grabbing his case and threw the pest inside.

“Newt.. how many creatures do you have in there? I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this sooner but I’ve been quite busy.”

“Uh, well.. it'd be easier to just show you Director.” Graves nodded and stuck his head out of Newts office.

“Richards!” he barked at the passing aurors. “Mr. Scamander and myself are going to be busy for a minute, make sure no one bothers us.” The aurors face instantly heated up but he nodded. Newts face also heated up, did the Director not realize how that sounded?

“Show me your case, Newton.” The Director hummed in a slight alpha tone and Newt tried to keep his legs steady but he wasn’t sure he succeeded at the low chuckle he heard.

Percy had an awed face as he took in the case, ending their tour by the mooncalf’s. “Newt, this place is beautiful.”  

“Thank you Percival, I like it. I can hope to one day have a sanctuary for them instead of the case.” Newt smiled brightly up at the Director.

“You are quite amazing, Newton. And your creatures treat you like their mommy, must say I’m not surprised you’re an omega. I should’ve looked at the signs closer, hm?” Newt blushed and looked down.

“Percy..” Newt sighed his name. The director took a few steps closer invading the magizooolist’s space.

“You’re so beautiful, Newt. Can I kiss you?” Graves rasped out. Newt ‘s head shot up in surprise the blush on his face moving down his neck but he nodded shyly. The Director cupped his face and gave him a sweet kiss. They both moaned at the contact and Newt felt himself melt into the Director as the kiss turned more heated.

Percy’s cock was starting to harden at the smell of Newts slowly growing arousal and they moans he let out. He wanted to take this sweet omega apart. The Director smirked with a growing realization. He sadly broke apart from the clinging omega.

“Newt, would you like to know the secret of knowing how an alpha and omega find each other?” Newt looked confused for a few seconds then shook his head ‘yes'.

The alpha in him was fucking howling. “The omega has to taste their alphas cum..” He growled lowly in the omega’s ear. Newt sucked in a shocked loud breath taking a small step back on surprise.

“Would you like to taste my cum, little omega? Find out if you’re mine?” the Director wasn’t gonna lie he was happy they were in Newts case then his office if the omega did decide to play.

“I-um Alph-Percy..” Newt moaned. The alpha smirked even more. “Use your words baby, do you want to play? Want to taste your alphas cum?” Graves was hard as a fucking rock as he stepped closer to the omega and rocked their hard cocks together.

“Yes, alpha. Please let me taste you.” Percy couldn't help but to let put a loud growl in triumph.

“On your knees, my pretty omega.” Seeing Newt listen to his command had him groaning. Fuck he wasn’t going to last. He quickly undid his pants as Newt looked up shyly at him. “Go ahead, little one.” Newt sucked on his bottom lip and went to grab the Director. He rubbed his hard length curiously surprised at the size, he wasn’t sure he’d seen a cock so big before. He watched as precum started at the tip. He rubbed faster at Percy’s moan that mostly sounded like a growl.

“Come on baby boy. I’m close for you, put me in your mouth and suck like a good boy.” Newt whimpered and did as he was told, sucking the Director hard and deep. The alpha shouted and he felt warmth shoot in his mouth.

Next thing he knew he felt himself coming as well and suddenly he was slick between his legs. A new sensation, and he was moaning at the feeling. Then he smelled Percy, God what a glorious smell. The only thing that his brain was screaming was alpha and mine.

“Mine.” Alpha rasped out.  “Mine.” Newt agreed.

  4; mate him

 “Come back to my house with me, Newt. Please, I’d love to mate you sooner than later.”  Percy was leading Newt out of the case, back to real life. And Newt was having a hard time catching up even though he knew what just happened. On top of it Percy wants to mate right now!?

“Alpha, I can’t..” Newt wasn’t sure how to explain it. The Director’s face broke at the rejection. “No, Percy I want you so bad. But it’s just too fast I need a minute.” The alpha took a few steps back and nodded.

“Contact me when you’re ready, omega. I don’t think I can be around you right now and not force you on my knot.” Damn did he really have to get even more slicked at that? And by the way the Director looked at him, he was sure the alpha could smell it.

“Uh, okay alpha..” Newt answered and the man looked ready to drop to his knees. “Fuck, Newt. You’re killing me.” The Director rasped out and quickly left the room. Newt was suddenly hit with the feeling of loneliness he wanted his alpha back, to snuggle and scent. Maybe this waiting wasn’t a good idea..

 ~~

 “Tina, how am I supposed to stay away from him? It feels like everything inside of me is calling to him, and to have him claim me.” Tina patted Newts shoulder in reassurance.

“Its uncommon for alphas and their omegas to not mate right away Newt, I read about it. The alpha and omega genes in both your bodies are calling to mate now that they found each other. Im surprised Boss let you walk away.” Newt took a few sips of tea before answering. He knew everyone mated instantly finding their alphas but he thought it was more of the alphas forcing it not a biology thing.

“He actually walked away when I asked him to.. I don’t think I can last much longer without him. One day is already to much.” His body was fighting with him tooth and nail to have Percy claim him.

“Newt, I have to tell you something.” Tina looked uncomfortable but continued at newts nod. “When Boss got out of the hospital, he asked me to help him court you. Well, he said it was a way to thank you for saving him, but I think along the way it turned into more, maybe even him loving you. From the tea, to the books..  I think he loves you Newt.” She repeated more firmly.

In the back of newts mind he felt it was true. From their bond to just getting to know Percy, he knew she was right.

“Oh. Tina, im so dumb. Forcing us both to wait when we love each other..” he apparated to the directors home before she even responded.

“Alpha?” Newt called out to the quiet home.

“Newton? What are you doing here?” he heard his alphas voice from down the hall. Following it, it led to a huge room with a huge king sized bed in the middle, it smelled so strongly of Percy. It was his mates room, and said mate was in what looked like nothing but grey sweats. Oh gods.

“I uh- Alpha.. Percy I need you.” The director looked fucking edible, and Newt just wanted to spread his growingly wet legs for him. The Director took a deep inhale in and growled lowly, making Newt shiver.

“You want me, omega? Want to be mine forever?” Newt saw his alphas cock start to grow in his sweats, making him get even more slick.

“Yes, please. So bad. Need you.” He whimpered thinking about his alphas huge cock inside him. “Strip baby.” Newt instantly was listening and did as he was told.

“Look at my beautiful omega. Fuck. You’re perfect. Get on all fours on the bed for me baby boy, I need to taste your delicious smelling slick.” He was moaning at the words, and got on the bed, presenting his wet hole.

Graves let out a loud approving growl at the sight. “Been thinking about you presenting to me before I even knew you were omega, baby. And I was right you look fucking prefect spread out for me, dripping. You smell so fucking good.” He alpha leaned in close and look a deep sniff before he buried his face in, licking his omega deep. Newt was an instant mess, gushing more slick and whining for his alpha.

“So good, alpha. So good, I need it, need you. Please. Please, pleaseeee.” Newt chanted and his inner alpha was growling in triumph. He licked deep and fast as Newt rocked back on his face. There was slick covering his face and dripping on his bed, and he couldn’t be more proud. He leaned back when the ache in his cock was too much to take between the taste and Newt begging so beautifully, he quickly took off his sweats.

“Need to be inside you, baby boy. Need to claim you. Okay?” he was rubbing his cockhead up and down Newts opening rubbing slick all over himself.

“Yes, yes, yes. Please alpha! Claim me please. I need you, so empty.” Newt was a sobbing mess his legs trembling.

“Ganna knot you so good, fill you with come nice and deep.” He was groaning as he slowly pushed in, giving Newt time to get used to his size.

“SO big, oh gods.” Newt gushed another wave of slick as Percy pinched one of his nipples, sliding the rest of the way in. He sat still as Newt screamed out, sobbing. “So good!”

Percy started to rock his hips growing faster as Newt seemed to be sucking him in deeper. “You’re so fucking tight baby. I fucking love it. Not ganna last, fuck.” The director was mindless pounding into Newt, making him scramble to stay up right on his knees.

“Gods. So good, alpha. Please, please let me come. Claim me, please.” Newts begging started to bring him close to the edge.

“Such a good boy. Being so good for your alpha. Fuck, you ready omega?” he could feel his knot starting to swell.

“YES, please alpha!” and then there was teeth at Newts neck, claiming him and knotting him all at once. He was feeling deep pleasure and then there was blackness.

Percy felt their bond fully connect at the bite, and he felt his omega come around his knot at the same time, making him growl in his mates neck. Percy grabbed Newts limp body rearranging him so they could be comfortable while his knot went down. After a minute or two of no response from Newt Percy nudged his mate. “Baby boy, are you okay?”

There was a few more seconds of silence, “M’fine. Too good, think I passed out.” Newt was snuggling close to Percy inhaling the smell of them together, mated. It felt complete, he wasn’t even aware how badly he needed this.

“Newt, I uhm wanted to say this before but I love you so much. Thank you for letting me mate you.” The Director buried his face in Newts neck licking their bonding mark.

“I love you to Percy.” Newt sighed out sleepy the blushed; “Can we do that again?”

The alpha felt proud of his little mate. “Anytime, my love.”

 *

the end 

probably

[darveyfics]

COuld you please write a 7.12 fic related please plaease im sorry for bothering you

So this is the scene of the two of them drinking together and listening to his father’s records. The one piece of context somebody might not know is that during a flashback to Harvey’s childhood in this episode Gordon’s band is playing a song called “Boppin’ with Donna”.

Sometimes I like to write a fic that starts on nothing and goes nowhere, you know, like the show. I hope it’s not too bad - Maria

Reticent

“Rememberwhen-”

“Ido.”

“Youdidn’t let me finish.”

Shechuckles, looks over at him with an eyebrow raised cockily “Really?”

Hersmugness stirs something beneath his chest, a warmth, a momentum only she canprovoke. It makes him feel guilty, the intimacy and precision in the way sheaffects him, dangerous. He swallows it down, dry and thick. Feigns indifferencehe figures she sees right through.

He rollshis eyes, “Sure, what was I saying?”

“Youwere going to ask if I remember another time we heard this song,” there’s notease in it but perhaps a little nostalgia, she understands his resistance tospar, she always understands.

Henods unspoken gratitude even though their agreements are supposed to beentirely elusive. A tired sighs pours out of him feeling the weight of theirrecent misunderstandings then, like fifty pounds sitting on his chest, stealinghis breath. He forces himself to shake it off “With my dad,” he meant todistract from the choking way he thinks about her now, in these increasinglyrare moments, like the two of them, as a unit, are fading, but it outs in awhisper like it is holy. In some ways, he figures it is.

“Withyour dad,” She agrees quietly, lovingly, a reflection of the sanctity in hisvoice refracted and divided like light into purer, more colorful sentiment.

Shehas always been better at this than he, better at feeling his feelings.

Therecord gasps and stops, saddling them with imperfect silence, the hum of thecity, ghosts and blurred edges. Harvey reaches over and lifts the needle beforeit can sing again.

Heleans back into the cushions, rolls his wrist until the amber in his tumblerspirals like a drain. His mind swirls and sinks with it, struck by a memory.

“Firsttime you heard it, right?” He asks almost sweetly; halting the swirl by rollingthe glass the other way he turns to her slowly.

Pastblends into present, he blames the scotch for seeing two of her overlapped. Oneexists minus ten years with longer hair and brighter clothes, bangs and a lotless complication; the other has been wearing black for the last week andhasn’t made him coffee in a year.

Hewonders who he would pick, fleetingly; knows without a doubt he would chooseher now, whenever now is. The most important thing has always been that she stays.

Donnasmiles, “Yeah, and he had the brass to say it was for me,” She reminisces,leaning forward. She pours herself another dose. The crystalline sound of thebottle touching the edge of glass ricochets across empty space prettily; theirtheme song.

“Itis your name in the title,” Harvey argues with faux gravity, still seeingdouble. In his mind’s eye, her dress is purple and his father’s voice ischarming, he never missed a beat with her.

“Itjust happens to precede my arrival by a couple of decades,” She counters.

Harveyscoffs, “Your arrival?”

Shenods “Yes, the amazing, life changing day, you met me,” she declares grandly.

He agreesbut cannot agree, “Seriously?”

Sheputs one hand on her chest, mouth agape, the picture of over-dramatic outrage“Oh, I’m sorry, we just established I was prophesied.”

“Inever said that.”

“Ithink you did.”

“No,I didn’t.”

Donnastraightens herself, crossing her legs and resting her hands on top of eachother on her knee, she stares him down seriously “Your honor, I think thedefendant is aiming for a perjury indictment.”

Harveysnorts a laugh, surprised as she sparks to life the old routine, there’sdelight but also an ache to it as they flex muscles they haven’t used forlonger than he had realized, “I believe the prosecution is distorting theevents,” he rebuttals setting down his glass to focus.

Donna narrows hereyes, pretends to look down at imaginary papers and push up glasses she doesn’tneed, “Mr. Specter, do you deny the day you met me was life changing?”

Harvey rolls hiseyes, “Really?” He whines.

“Plead the fifth?”She offers defiantly.

“Coward’s move andyou know it,” he chastises.

“If the shoe fits,”she says, reaching for her glass and taking a sip that does not break eyecontact. He watches the glimmer of humor in her hazel eyes and only marginallyremembers this is exactly what he was supposed to be avoiding.

“Whether you did ordidn’t is not the point, the point is I never said it,” he argues smugly.

“Well, well,” Donnastarts, leaning back with poise and pride, resting her forearms on the arms ofthe chair and drumming her fingers on the edges reflexively, “I see we havelowered ourselves to technicalities. Cheap.”

Harvey smiles, “Aslong as it gets results.”

“No honor,” she nods disapprovingly,though a laugh is edging behind her lips.

It is something elsehe has not seen in a while, this specific expression, he wonders if they reallyhave been fading or if he just hasn’t been paying attention. Which reminds him.

“My father did writea song for you,” he blurts out.

Donna lets the laughfly, he has heard it plenty but it is still welcoming warm familiarity, “No, hedidn’t,” She tells him like it is sure and obvious, like he has had too much todrink.

“He did,” Harveyinsists, wondering how he could forget, though maybe he is stretching thetruth, “He kinda did,” He corrects himself.

Donna raises aneyebrow, sustaining her suspicion “Kinda?”

“He never recorded it.It was a draft,” he reveals, “He said he got inspired out of the blue one day,”Harvey sinks into the memory, he himself only heard it once.

It was at his father’sapartment during a damp New York summer afternoon and they had run out of otherthings to talk about. Gordon hesitated to play him the song, kept explaining himself.Harvey mostly thought it was funny, “He asked me not to tell you,” He hadn’tand then it had never come up again, “I’m sorry, I forgot,” he apologizes and turnsto find her eyes, they’re glossed over with unshed tears. He blinks andrealizes so were his when wet warmth rolls down his cheeks.

“Did he write itdown?” It moves the very ground he stands on that that is the first thing sheasks, that she misses his father too.

It hurts all the moreto have to answer, “If he did, I never found it.”

She sighs, “If you do,it’s mine,” assertive but kind.

He sees the purple dressagain and bright red hair cascading over it as she throws her head back tolaugh at Gordon’s blunt flirting, “Of course,” he whispers so gravely it feelsmore binding than any contract. He could not deny her most things, much lessthis.

Donna nods, takes adeep breath and lets it out slowly, “You really killed the casual mood,” shejabs.

Harvey smiles, shakeshis head, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I wantedto know, I just wish you hadn’t done the job halfway,” she says it between asmile, it is a joke, an absolution, but he can see the edge of disappointmentin her eyes. He cannot read them as perfectly but that is a look he has alwaysbeen afraid of and paradoxically only grown more familiar with. He needs to dissolveher ache.

“Hey,” he whispers,reaching for one of her hands and stopping short of touching, they have kissedand hugged but he doesn’t know where they draw this new line, if meaning it toomuch violates its borders, “I am sorry,” he tells it from his core and watchesher drink it into hers.

“It’s okay,” sheanswers, her fingers tremble, itching to bridge the gap between them, insteadshe recoils not wanting the blame for breaking them again just for trying toinch closer, “It’s okay.”

They are too tangled,metaphorically, sometimes he wonders if he can even shake her off withouthollowing himself out, wonders if she feels the same. He is selfish enough towish she does, it would mean some kind of barrier from the searing pain ofbeing left. He is selfless enough to also wish she doesn’t for a chance tonever hurt her again with his careless needs.

He should not be thinkingabout any of that, “We finished the bottle,” he points out flatly, stealing aglance at the half inch of scotch left inside the glass.

She follows his gaze,“We almost did,” Donna says andreaches for the neck, downs the rest in one gulp, “There, now it’s done,” Hewatches with bemused surprise as she sets the empty Macallan back on his centretable, turns it between her fingers to ponder the label, “At least it was justa 12 year.”

“You say that like itmakes us less drunk,” he remarks, covering her hand on the bottle with hiswithout thinking, without pretense, just to turn it to him so he can also read.Hers falls away a second later, he wonders if it means she is afraid to touchhim now, hopes not.

“It doesn’t,” sheagrees, “I think I’m tired,” she says and points it with a yawn.

“You think?” Harveysmiles affectionately, “Are you brewing a hangover?” He asks, mildly worried.He knows scotch can upset her stomach and that she hates to vomit, he alsoknows she has some secret hangover cure she never told him about because itwould ‘encourage his bad habits’. How the tables have turned; he is barelydizzy.

“Are you asking thatas my boss or my friend?” She interrogates, side eyeing him suspiciously.

“Both,” because he isboth, needs her there tomorrow morning but also cares if she will be miserablethe entire night.

“I’ll be late, butI’ll be fine,” she bargains.

His eyebrows knighttogether, “You don’t have to come in,” the complacency is immediate, so muchfor thinking he can accept her misery.

One corner of herlips pulls up, she wants to say that is not the business-wise decision “I’ll behere,” she reassures him instead. She is a little disappointed in herself forbeing so averse to letting him down even in small ways.

Donna smoothes outthe skirt of her dress and stands on surer legs than the half bottle she drank wouldhave anyone guess.

“Already?Lightweight,” He teases, sneaking a glance at his watch, a quarter to midnight.

“I thought you had tobe home an hour ago,” She bites back, the implication is a double-edged sword,reminds him he has someone waiting; reminds her that she does not.

Harvey presses hislips together and watches his hands intently. She sighs, taking pity on him,like always.

“Sorry, I need Advil,”she breathes out tiredly.

He nods, “You’reright,” he says without meeting her eyes, “Good night.”

Donna considers him,them. She is tired and dizzy and has a headache brewing behind her eyes; it isnot her job to heal him, it never really was, “You know, I was wondering,” Shestarts and waits until he looks at her again, “Would I make a good lawyer?” ahand outstretched, it isn’t her job,she volunteers to save him.

Harvey allows himselfa small smile, “Thinking about going to law school?”

She scoffs, “God no.”

His eyebrows shootup,”Excuse me?”

She rolls her eyes,“You know what I mean.”

He does. He takes apause to think on it “You wouldn’t,” he answers earnestly.

She is mildlysurprised; Donna narrows her eyes at him, “Not smart enough?” As if, she isfishing and he knows it, she wants him to know it.

Harvey snorts alaugh, “You’d overachieve I’m sure,” it is what she wanted to hear, theexpected, but he isn’t done “Too good,” He adds, “You’re… too good,” headmits softly, with candid admiration.

Her breath hitches,he can do that sometimes, when it’s almost midnight and he knows she will dohim the courtesy of not bringing it up in the morning.

“You’re a goodperson, Harvey,” their lives might be easier if she could not read him sofluently.

He presses his lipstogether and shifts his eyes to the floor, index anxiously thrumming the glassstill in his hand, “Not always,” he made a lot of mistakes, can’t tell whichone is knocking on his conscience the loudest right now, “Not like you.”

“Well,” she startsgood-naturedly, “Nobody is like me,” Donna brags jokingly.

Harvey smiles andshakes his head “I’ll drink to that,” he announces and empties his tumbler.

She watches and sighs,feeling the prickle of the headache intensify, “Now it’s good night.”

He nods, “It is,” heagrees without looking.

She can feel histhoughts, his regrets, makes it hard to detach, “Are you okay enough toremember your address?” She teases, hanging back, a subtle way to ask if he isokay.

He snorts, “Sharp asa razor, I just…” he lingers, deciding if he wants to keep her “I think I’lllisten to a few more,” He admits, “Since nobody else will from now on.”

He hardly ever makesit easy on her.

Donna sighs, crossinghis office to pour herself a glass of water. She takes a pill from her bag nextto it and swallows it down with one sip, then moves to the window where therecords are stacked and lifts two of her favorites, “Which one?”

Harvey almost offersher an out, but there is no point in pretending he does not still need herthere, that he didn’t choose the words to make her stay “Left,” he picks andshifts on his seat, reaching for it.

She pulls the vinyloff the sleeve and hands it to him, waits until he gently trades the one on therecord player for it before going back to her seat. Once she’s settled Harveylets the needle drop and his office fills with his father’s music.

“I miss him,” hewhispers like he is trying to hide the confession in between the notes.

Donna closes hereyes, leans her head back until she’s facing the ceiling and breathes it in, “Iknow,” she answers.

They don’t speakagain except to mumble simple goodbyes an hour later, giving life permission togo on unhinged at dawn.

Being understood isenough.

[yeoldontknow]

Hi love. Congratulations on another milestone. People are discovering what a precious gem you are. I don't normally request anything ever but can I request 101 with Im Jaebum as an angsty*cough cough* smut, ehem...Here's to more and more people finding a girl who loves Park Chanyeol and Jung Hoseok with everything she is. And whose writing will being you to your knees. Love you Kat ♥♥♥♥

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Prompt: 101: You don’t hate me, quit lying to yourself. Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (oc; female)Summary: After your breakup with Jaebum, you run into him at a bar and realize that old habits die hard. Genre: angst; some light smutRating: RWarnings: explicit language; mentions of breathplay; dirty talk; sexual situationsWord Count: 1,725

The day he left was the day, for you, the world died. Or perhaps, it did not die rather, it simply withered. Time passing around you made you understand that you were aging, becoming consumed by the weight of existence, but your mind found it terribly difficult to care about such a thing when your world was already filled with ghosts. In the kitchen, he lingered, smiling wide and laughing as he made pancakes - badly, and burning them into malformed shapes. In the shower, you could smell him, feel his fingers as they moved through your hair and his skin as he pressed his chest against your back.

Your bed, you thought, was the worst graveyard of all. Beneath the slip of the pillowcases, the down feathers refused to release the indent of his head, anxiously awaiting his return and stubborn in their desire to hold his body close. Wide awake and too aware of your loneliness, the frazzled edges of your heart refused to truly let you recline into the mattress, the springs your dirt and the blankets your coffin. Still, though, you could feel him, feel the even rise of his chest lift the blankets like a phantom limb.

For days afterward, you slept on the couch, told yourself to stop drinking, told yourself to switch to coffee. One night, you left a mason jar full of cold water on the fire escape, told yourself the moon would saturate the molecules and turn you into something cosmic, something transcendent - really, all you were trying to do was leave your corporal form behind. Even when he still wanted to touch you, even when he was here and you thought maybe things were going to be fine, your body had already started to feel like a cage.

It’s these things, you think, that push you out of the mausoleum that is your apartment and into the bar. With heavy footsteps you walk, the pattern strange and uneven as though walking is a task you will have to relearn simply because his hand is not there to hold yours, to a table in the far corner. It’s dim here, dark enough to forget yourself and dark enough to pretend that you don’t mind.

Without the harsh light of a brightly lit, forcibly happy place, you think you can almost move on, think that you can become the person you always wanted to be - the person you thought you were. After one drink, you become an oracle; after two, you become a priest, thanking God and thanking yourself for being strong enough to leave, to remake yourself in public even though you cannot even see yourself. Truthfully, it does not matter if you have reassembled all your parts in all the wrong places. All that matters is that the needle did not hurt.

The anesthetic of the third drink is fading when he walks in, alone and boyish in the way he stands, as if this kind of pain were a casual thing. At first, he does not see you, and you take this opportunity to take him in.

Even at this distance, the scar on his forehead is the first thing you see - or, perhaps, you see it simply because you know it is there. Your lips have kissed that scar, in the harsh light of the sun, in darkness, even in the rain. Your mouth knows its curvature, and, because of this, you think your endearment towards it is deadly. Still, though, you do not mind. Condensation builds on the glass of your drink was you watch him, sweating the same way your skin perspires, melting at the sight of him. Typical, really.

At first you see the scar but it’s the angle of his lips, the sharp turn of his cupid’s bow that makes your gaze linger, turns your gaze from lazy remembrance to the penetration of desire. Your thumbs have felt those lips, tugged at their plumpness and pulled at them with your teeth - you have come against that mouth, hard and long, and with his name on your lips as your hand fisted in his thick hair.

It’s this memory that makes your lips part and your breath halt. It’s during this memory that he decides to turn your way. And, even in the dark, his eyes still find you. Even in the dark, even in all your wrong shapes, you still want him.

When his hands are pressed flat against your back, hot and fingers pressing bruises in the muscles, you start to question how you got here. Somehow, you made it to his car, to the driver’s seat with your knees on either side of his hips and his seat reclined all the way back. The position is awkward, uncomfortable, fitting for how you are now, but you don’t really have it in you to mind. Against your thigh, you can feel the thick hardness of his cock pressing against you as he moves. This is what grounds you to the moment, this and the wetness that pools in your underwear at his touch.

The position is awkward but his mouth against yours is not. His lips, even after all this time, are skilled and remember yours, remember how to fit with yours, as though they are still a puzzle piece made just for you. He’s made it clear they are no longer yours to kiss, but tonight he does not seem to care nor does he want to stop you. Tonight, he kisses you as a means of possession, as though he means to take hold of you and break you apart for the sole purpose of moving inside. Tonight, if he tells you he loves you, you will believe him, even though you know he does not. Not anymore.

In your mouth, his tongue is needy. His hands glide down your back, nails scratching hard enough to leave marks - you welcome them. They slide past the waistband of your jeans, burying beneath the cloth and cupping your ass to push you down onto his covered cock. Both of you break apart to gasp at the sensation, pulling back enough to look at each other - really look and see into one another’s eyes.

‘Jae -’ you begin, but he cuts you off.

‘We were always good at this, weren’t we?’

For a moment, you’re distracted by the redness of his lips and the harsh line of his brow. Stern, is how you always said he looked. At this moment, he looks statuesque, like something made of marble, and your soul starts to ache at the knowledge of why you ended to begin with.

‘Sex isn’t the same as feeling,’ you breathe, resting your forehead against his as you struggle to slow your heart rate. It would be best, you think, if you could remove your hands from his hair. You hesitate, though, because he always did look best with your fingers messing up his style.

‘I feel you right now,’ he says, thrusting up against you as if to prove his point. ‘Why can’t that be enough?’

With a moan, you nestle your face into his neck and suck at his pulse. Beneath your lips he is vital, alive, absolutely flourishing in his desire for you, but this was the only time you ever felt connected, felt like he cared. This was the only time he ever felt like something living, like something yours, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you try to speak.

‘Because it doesn’t last.’

Eventually, his pulse will slow. Eventually, things will return to how they used to be. Whatever this is, you don’t think you could survive it twice.

‘The feel of your cunt around my cock always lasts.’ Once more his fingers press into your ass, and you know that if he could, he would spank you hard enough to leave a mark.

‘Jaebum,’ you hiss, biting your lip as you pull away from his neck.

He pulls one hand away from your ass to rest it against your throat, tilting your head back to expose the length of your neck to him. Fear should come into play here, you know that it always should, but even when he presses against you, even when your breath becomes limited, you only ever feel a cascading swell of adoration wash over you. If anyone could control your breath, you think, it should only ever be Jaebum.

‘You always so malleable,’ he says, and you think the word does not fit, think it might be wrong as first. But then, for him, you always did bend to fit his will.

And, because you always bend, you still let him into your house - the house you once shared.

With his body beneath the sheets, the bed comes alive once more. It creaks as it smacks into the wall, as the springs bounce beneath his thrusts. He sweats against you and fucks into you like he’s never had you before, like it’s your wedding night and a way to say goodbye all at once. He fucks you into ash, fucks you into dust. Jaebum fucks you like he’s stopping time itself and erasing you altogether. His cock is buried deep inside you when you come, clutching at his shoulders and eyes wide open, yet seeing nothing.

From you lips, his name spills - loud and broken and splintered, and he swallows it whole, much the same way he swallows your heart.

Your hands shake in the morning after he leaves, your fingerprints tainted and stained with the feel of him, and forced to tap out a text to him against the cold glass screen. As if this feeling would be consolation, as if this feeling could match the burn of his skin.

YN[8:02 AM]: i fucking hate you for what you did to meJB[8:03 AM]: what did i doYN[8:05 AM]: fucked me like i mattered to youJB[8:09 AM]: i told you we were only ever good at sexYN[8:11 AM]: ur such a fucking shitYN[8:13 AM]: i fucking hate youJB[8:14 AM]: you dont hate meJB[8:14 AM]: quit lying to yourself

He is right, you know. The only thing you truly hate is how much you love him.

[samingtonwilson]

Loot - Part 6 - Jim Kirk

Loot masterlist Word count: 2,833 Warnings: angst, language, description of burn injuries

A/N: VERY LONG PART, I KNOW but i didn’t want to cut part of it. im not a huge fan of my writing here, nor am i a huge fan of majority of what happens mostly because i love jim x reader (GASP, spoiler?). i feel like i could’ve cut parts with scotty but whatever! tell me if you want to be tagged. enjoy n lemme know what you think! 

You opened your eyes and, through wet and clumped eyelashes, stared further into a room so dark, you could only make out the faint silhouette of a collection of shelves. You felt the rawness of your throat upon clearing it, wiping your right palm down the lap of your trousers. You curved your fingers so your right hand was clasped around your knee and stared at your left hand, tracing a border around the burns with your eyes.

Your breathing had finally slowed to a normal, healthy rate and your heart no longer slammed into your aching ribs. Your fingers didn’t shake anymore and there was feeling in your arms. You thought that might’ve meant progress. Your condition was stabilized in comparison to the moment you’d stepped into the storage closet that was now radiating a sticky heat.

You pushed off the ground with your uninjured hand and cradled your left arm under your chest.  Your blood boiled at the sight of the balled fabric on the ground. Your ears and cheeks grew warm enough to rival the artifact itself.

With the sole of your boot, you kicked at it with as much force as you could while gritting your teeth. Grunts of effort left your lips as you continued to strike it even after it hit the wall with a clank.

You wished it would break under your weight— you needed it to break, you need it to either destroy itself or destroy you once and for all. But, through the rubber soles of your boots, you could feel its heat only grow.

Giving up, you sighed and fell against the wall behind you. Your head lolled back against the metal surface and your right fist connected with it, a cry of frustration ringing through the room.

You pressed the control panel with much less force than the heel of your hand had grown accustomed to just a little while ago. You figured you should leave the swaddled artifact there until you were sure Scotty had already checked your room.

When the door slid open and you stepped out, you pressed your hand against the wall. You regulated your breathing again and hoped there was as little evidence of this incident over your features as possible.

However, your throat felt tight as you inhaled and didn’t loosen itself as you exhaled. Breathing openly, in a way that would fill your lungs, was laborious.

Retreating, you took a step away from the door and started down the corridor. Your steps were slow, calculated but were still a blur in your mind. You could barely register the faces and voices of the ensigns that passed you. You were even unable to perceive the whirring that only dawned on you as you rounded the corner to slam into a strong shoulder.

His hands held you in place when you stumbled. His brown eyes were wide as they searched yours, his forehead wrinkled to the border of his hairline in the precise way you’d pictured. “(Y/N)? You all right, lass?”

You wet your lips that remained dry. “I—” You cleared your throat. “Yeah, fine.”

You could only imagine what you looked like, especially if you used Scotty’s inquisitive and concerned expression as means to do so. You could feel the puffiness of your eyes and you knew they had been scrubbed red and raw. Your cheeks, the insides between your teeth as you bit down in nervousness, were likely more sullen. Your hair was unwashed and probably ruined by your incessant need to toy with it.

Considering that, you didn’t blame him for his expression.

His eyes widened when he noticed your hand against your chest, your palm skyward. He reached for you and grabbed your wrist, pulling it towards himself. You heard a small gasp leave his lips. “We need to get you to McCoy.”

“No,” you said quickly. You couldn’t maintain eye contact any longer. “No, I don’t— I don’t need to go to the medbay.”

He tilted his head. “Lass, this looks like a deep burn. You cannae leave it untreated.”

“He gave me a salve. It’s in my quarters— I just have to use that.” You thought you might have been speaking too quickly. But you weren’t able to slow down. “Did you—” You cleared your throat for what felt like the millionth time. “Did you check my room for electro-whatever?”

Scotty rolled his eyes. “Electro-whatever— s’like speaking to Jim himself.”

He released your left wrist and grasped your right, pulling you against his side as he walked through the hallway in the direction of your room. He mumbled something to himself you couldn’t hear over the pounding in your chest.

Your ribs felt the full impact of each beat. You could swear the healed portions were beginning to crack again. Especially when you approached your door.

He looked at you expectantly and you just stared back, tilting your head. “Pardon?”

“I told ye to unlock it,” he said in volumes far higher and at a speed far slower. “Maybe I can toss out the bloody replicator that keeps doin’ this to you.”

You tried to smile at him even as the weights at the corners of your lips forced them to curve downwards. “Sounds like a plan.”

You stepped inside first and it immediately struck you that the closet door was open, the artifact’s imprints still burnt into the floorboards which were clearly visible. You motioned towards the kitchenette on the opposite side of the room. “The salve’s in a cabinet there. D’you think you could get it out for me?”

Nodding, Scotty set his scanner beside the door and walked to the kitchenette. His eyes were on his PADD.

You nearly ran to the closet, stuffing the strewn shirts and trousers onto the melted floorboards. You hummed in mock interest as Scotty spoke.

“— so I told Lieutenant Kapoor that the damn source cannae be on any of the residence decks. Someone would’ve ended up with three arms an’ a spare eye grown out their ear by now with that kind of radioactivity.”

You hummed again, allowing the closet doors to slide shut and pushing yourself off the ground to a standing position. Your sore knees almost gave out under you and you leaned against the adjacent wall for support. When the doors clicked and locked themselves, you felt the relief wash over you.

You crossed your arms over your chest when he looked at you, attempting to appear nonchalant with a small smile and a whip of your head to send your hair out of your face. “So you didn’t find anything?”

He clicked his tongue and shut a cupboard. He rolled the tube of gel salve in his hand. He was frowning deeply. “‘M getting kind of discouraged. Keenser an’ Jim started a wager on how long it’ll take me to give up.”

“I’m sure they’re just joking.” You walked to Scotty and attempted to keep your steps stable.

He nodded towards your hand. “Hol’ your hand out, lass.”

You complied, watching his eyes widen as he took in the full extent of the burn. “Don’t worry— it doesn’t hurt much.”

“Probably because you’ve killed all your nerves.”

“Don’t be rid— Holy fuck!” you nearly screamed, pulling your hand back as his fingers brushed against a blistered portion of your skin and sent a powerful surge of pain up your limb. “What the hell, Scotty? You couldn’t warn me?”

“Dr. McCoy says there’s less pain when ye take the patient by surprise,” he mumbled as he grabbed your hand and continued to spread the clear gel in a thick layer. “Clearly the good doctor’s spreading bullshit.”

You felt your lips pull into a smile. “Thank you for doing this and being so concerned— I know we don’t know each other well.”

“Aye, s’not a problem,” he told you with a smile of his own. “Have you got gauze?”

“Same cupboard.”

He nodded and let go of your hand to retrieve the roll of gauze. Unrolling a fair amount, he took hold of your hand again and began to wrap it. “I feel like I know you well— Captain talks about you enough.”

“He talks about me?”

Scotty glanced at you through his eyelashes. “Aye, nonstop. He’s obviously fond of you.”

You almost smiled.

“Hopefully doesn’t act on it,” he added as he tied the ends of the gauze together. “It’s against regulations for the captain to fraternize with the crew.”

“I’m not on the crew.”

He hummed. “Yet. Jim’s planning on requesting your assignment to the Enterprise once you graduate from the Academy.”

Before you could finally let yourself smile, your mind reminded you of that scenario’s implausibility.

If you rid yourself of the burden of the artifact and failed to present it to the man you were hired by, you would have no way to pay the next term’s tuition— leading to the implausibility of your graduation, and probably continuation of life as the man you were hired by didn’t sound very moral. If you kept the artifact intact and within reach with the intention of presenting it to said man, there was a great chance you’d be caught and subsequently expelled, likely jailed— once again, leading to the implausibility of your graduation.

Once you sat at the corner of your bed with your legs folded onto the mattress, you looked over at Scotty who was staring at your replicator with his eyebrows together and his lips turned down in a frown. “The food it manages to synthesize tastes awful.”

He snorted. “That’s true of all the replicators, lass— it isn’t just yours.”

You smiled and relaxed your posture a little. You looked down at your hand, tracing the edges of the bandage and blowing at the thin fabric through encircled lips.

When there was a set of three knocks at the door, you looked at Scotty again with a small smile and a nod of your head in the direction of the metallic barrier. “You wanna get that for me?”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Because I’m injured and you feel bad for me.”

He shook his head. He dropped his screwdriver, that he apparently always kept in his pocket, beside the agape replicator and walked to the door with the heaviest of sighs. “You’re really layin’ it on thick.”

You looked down at your hand again. You were laughing when you heard the door slid open. “After all I’ve been through today, I deserve to.”

“Yeah? What happened today?” a third voice asked, causing your teeth to dig into your bottom lip.

Taking your eyes from your palm, you looked up to see Jim standing beside the doorway.

He was looking back at you. He wasn’t smiling, nor was he frowning. You’d never seen him so void of expression.

He didn’t avert his gaze as he continued, “Mr. Scott, if you don’t mind, I’d like to speak to the cadet privately.”

You tilted your head and glanced at Scotty as he nodded once with a quiet, “Aye, sir.”

When the door slid shut behind him, you cleared your throat and stood up from the bed. “He forgot his PADD.”

Jim didn’t reply.

You frowned. “All good?”

He shrugged. He remained by the door despite the many steps you took towards him. “Why don’t you tell me?”  

“A bit hungry, but mostly good.”

He nodded once. You couldn’t read anything in his usually expressive eyes— you felt like you were flying blind. “Not in any pain?”

Tilting your head, you narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms over your chest. You placed your wrapped hand between your right elbow and rib cage. “Cut to the chase, Jim.”

He sighed and looked away from you, mumbling something to himself. “You’re refusing medical care now?” When you didn’t answer, he continued in clarification, “For that burn you’re trying to hide.”

You breathed in relief. “For fuck’s sake, Jim, you scared the crap out of me. I thought this was about something serious.”

“This is serious, (Y/N). Scotty found you with an extensive burn and you’re refusing medical care for it.”

You scoffed. “I’m not refusing medical care.”

“Then why aren’t you in the medbay?”

“Bones gave me—”

“A gel, I know— for minor burns, not major ones. He told you to come in if it was any bit deeper than a surface burn.”

It was as if you were watching him unravel before you. The anger you were unable to sense just a few minutes ago was being released slowly— first from his eyes, then from his posture, and now in the setting of his jaw.

“It’s not deeper than a surface—”

His voice was loud as he interrupted, “Scotty said—” “I don’t care what Scotty said,” you almost yelled over him, shaking your head. “I can judge my own injuries, I can decide on my own if I should go to the medbay. I don’t need Scotty to tattle to you to inspire any sort of decision.”

“He told Bones, actually— not me.” You could practically feel anger rolling off his body, the heat of it warming your ears. “Bones seems to think you’ll listen to me and go in. He doesn’t know how fucking stubborn and hard-headed you are.”

He stared at you silently for a few seconds, then sighed once more. He spoke in a softer voice this time. “Everything was fine this morning— you were finally talking to me. I thought— I thought I was getting through to you, like you finally trusted me and understood that I care and want to listen, to understand. But, less than twenty minutes after you left, I get news that you hurt yourself again.”

“Accidents happen, Jim.”

“Bones said burns caused by replicators wouldn’t be so deep if you released whatever it was that was burning you.”

“So you think I did this on purpose?” you asked incredulously. “Well, I didn’t. And, if I did, you being angry at me wouldn’t help anything.”

“I don’t want to be angry at you, I hate being angry at you— I want to help. But it’s as if every time we take one step forward, you take three back.”

“Why would that even matter?” you nodded upwards and wet your lips.

You couldn’t let your tone reach even half an octave higher and couldn’t take your eyes from Jim’s, no matter how much you wanted to. It took work to do so. “It’s not as if this is going anywhere. As soon as this ship docks at a base, I’m gone and everything goes back to normal.”

Gone as soon as it came, a bit of surprise flashed across his features. He stood still, staring at you plainly for a few seconds. “You don’t feel anything then?”

In that moment, you made a decision you’d been contemplating from the moment you set foot in the supply closet and were pushed towards while speaking to Scotty. You felt you had no other choice.

“Gratitude, since you helped me off that planet, and I think we’re friends but—” You shrugged, “Jim, I’ve known you for, like, a month.”

“Right,” he said simply after several beats of silence, nodding.

He cleared his throat and took his eyes from yours.

“And we’re just— It’s just sex, nothing else.”

His voice was a bit higher.

Your throat grew tight at the sound and your breathing became a bit shallow. There was a sinking feeling in your chest and your stomach flipped. You tried to control it all, to keep your face and body language neutral. You moved your leg slightly to rid yourself of its restlessness.

“Even if you didn’t do it on purpose,” Jim began, his voice back to normal, “make sure to get your hand treated, (Y/N). Admiral Barnett would have my head if I sent one of his cadets back in worse condition than when I found them.”

You attempted to return the small smile he was offering you. “Yeah, I’ll go soon.”

He nodded once more and turned around to leave, sparing you a single glance over his shoulder as he reached for the control panel.

When the door shut behind him, you sank to the ground. For the second time that day, your knees sat at your chest that pained with a staggering heartbeat.

You set your forehead atop your knees and took deep breaths— you weren’t going to let the waves get you a second time.

You knew what you were doing and you knew why you were doing it. Being with Jim any longer, feeling everything you indeed felt for him grow any deeper, watching what he felt for you do the same— it all felt wrong with the inevitability of its demise. You told yourself you were saving yourself and saving Jim before it became any more intense.

After all, how deeply could either of you have felt after only a month?

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