#next time i'll put a pillow under my hips and see if that helps

[slippery-minghus]

such a bad tension headache that it feels like my eyes are two notches away from popping out of my skull to relieve some of the pressure.

so i tried an ingenious new stretch which was. literally. laying on my stomach on my bed with my head hanging off the side. and it actually helped??

made my low back feel... weird though. hard to tell if it was a good or bad stretch for that tangled mess yeesh

[dykeomania]

PLS write smut for Hazel from bottoms..I need her so bad I fear..maybe like subtop!hazel..is her having a strap too far..I need her..

this is not. a full fledged fic. but this is the first time in a sec that ive let myself be inspired by an ask. this is weirdly switcher and just pure gay-sexier than it is subby!hazel. lmk if you want things to get subbier, bc i can probably do that. but for rn i have.. this image.. and i want you to walk with me on this but also hold my hand because i'm #supershy,

(minors [including 17 year olds 🙏🏽] dni fr, under the cut: not that proofread. strap lol (r!r), foul language, breeding... language... (my bad) (hazel has a strap tho), subtop!hazel except i could've made this shit so much worse so i guess switch!hazel but like, switch!reader, idk everyone's just a whore. there's an "i love you" (or.. multiple, i guess). there's a mirror. there's a vibrator. purely stream of consciousness, i don't even think the position they're fucking in makes physical sense fr. i was bored and i was thinking, so i wrote a lot. this whole thing is not realistic btw. i have very little confidence that hazel's blowing anyone's back out, but. it's my first day out in a min so i'm rusty. all respect to the community. next time when i pull up, i'll offer something a little more tame and saccharine as opposed to [exaggerated p*rnstar moans!!!]. reblogs and whatnot appreciated.)

so, i have this .. picture.

of you putting a bullet vibe in the pocket of hazel's strap before she fucks you from behind for the first time.

she eventually finds the confidence to blow your back out, and tbh, you think it's gonna end with you seeing stars because you can already hear the fucking lottery machines going off in your head. she's fucking you so well, and hazel's problem is that you're letting her know.

at first she thinks she's going crazy. but those fucking mewls into the pillow over how deep she is, how she's making you feel so good, how you've missed her so much, are sending shocks through her clit that the vibe keeps amplifying, everytime her pelvis hits your ass.

if she thrusts hard enough, which god knows she does, it almost makes her buckle over.

you're left clenching the sheets, and gasping against the linen while she fucks you, taking you in a way that's so uncharacteristically perverse that you don't even have the brain capacity to ask yourself why you didn't ask her to take you like this, sooner. her thrusts are quick and shallow, her words breathy and a little sharp. with every jolt of your body forwards as she experimentally blows your back out, it's like you feel yourself becoming more and more removed from this fucking planet. you can't help but cry -- sob, even -- as she makes you into a mess of limbs, leaving you tugging at your tits in one split second, and gripping at the sheets the next.

something happens, though.

where her hips rut into yours in deep, hard thrusts, spaced out by what feels like eternities, you can hear her. she's moaning now, breath quickening and chest rippling everytime her crotch hits yours at a particular angle. she's mewling, and unless you're hallucinating from how fucked up you are, you can hear her --

"fuck... f--uuh--ck, fuck, fuckfuck..."

-- silently beginning to whimper.

the girl goes from bullying your cunt to burying her strap deep enough in it to make the apex of its curve nudge against your g-spot, in a way that leaves your mouth hanging wide open with nothing spilling out of it maybe other than drool, but...

it's the slick warmth of hazel's back pressed nearly flush against yours and the heat of her breath against your shoulder that makes your eyes flutter open, facing your reflection in the floor-length mirror stationed across from hazel's bed.

hazel's in it so deep, you can't even see the strap anymore. and by no exaggeration, it's like an earthquake pulses through her body everytime she nudges her hips into your ass, making your vision blurry. she's rutting into you. greedily grinding her strap into your cunt in the effort of chasing her own high.

it wasn't a secret that hazel was sensitive. more often than not, the poor girl writhed against your mouth whenever she let you put it on her ("let you" is a loose sentence -- she begs for it, sometimes). you don't even know why you're surprised that your girlfriend is getting this close over having a bullet vibe pressed against her clit, hardly protected by fabric. "b--babe--"

what sounds like a plea, amongst the feeling of hazel's thighs trembling against the back of yours, inspires something sinister inside you.

you wind your hips against her, pressing back against the strap and the toy. the sight of your ass rolling against hazel's pelvis, combined with how good it feels is gonna actually, like, make hazel fucking--

"don't cum."

she loses her breath, entirely, and her rhythm, apparently. she slows, as if that was her body's instinct to obey your orders, despite the string of breaths that tumbles out of her mouth. "n-- wha-- fuck, no, nonono--"

you wind your hips deeper into hers, extracting a moan from your own throat -- fuck, maybe your gut, since that's how deep you could feel her. you press your ass into her until you feel the buzz of the vibe against folds, the frequency of it changing and humming as you press it further into her clit. "y--es," you grit. "don't fucking cum yet, hazel."

the dull, rolling vibrations through the fabric of the strap draw hazel's eyes into the back of her head, and then closed. she's grunting now -- or all of the above -- and she tries her best to unchap her lips, fruitlessly dragging over them. the little breaths she takes through them only brings them back to being puffy, pink, and a gateway of noise that gives evidence to struggle.

"gonna let me count you down?" you puff out your sentence in one breath, and hazel can fucking hear the grin in your still-fucked-out tone and it makes her whine louder.

"yeah? gonna fuckin' let me count you down so you can cum in me, haze?"

cum.. in you. three words that you'd never even fucking uttered to her before this, and that she never fucking thought she would ever hear and.. it looks like she can't complain, because her eyes roll into the back of her head and hazel swears that she -- at least, briefly -- meets jesus christ, "oh my god--," hazel slurs, hips rolling impossibly deeper into yours, it's a miracle she hasn't swabbed your cervix yet -- "ohmygod, oh my god--"

"three..."

ohfuck. ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck. it's the soft chorus that she whispers to herself as she starts to fuck herself into you, again, opting for thrusts as a means of trying to regain control with no consideration for your demise. the vision of her blurs in the mirror, and you feel your fists grasping at her sheets again.

"fuck--" you croak. "t--two.."

she pulls you further into her, and at this point, hazel's okay with being written off as a lost cause, 'cause fuck, it's not like she has a choice. the strap brief is soaked and it's entirely your fault, and god, she throws her head back. a mess of words, a mess of sensations, hazel just blurts, "oh my g--od--i love you--"

you burst out laughing at the random proclamation, admist everything.

she forces her head down to watch you, jaw hung open. and at this point, she's just speaking. rambling and slurring and gasping, tears-in-eyes-in-awe-and-all, as she watches you throw your ass back against her.

"iloveyou so much, you're so f--ucking hot, whatthefuck?--"

there's something weirdly sweet about it. something that makes your cunt clench around the strap in a way that hollows you out shortly thereafter, and lets hazel hit that fucking spot just right. before you know it, you're wherever hazel is, cunt fully creaming around the silicon.

"i love you--" you dumbly spit out a giggle, a gasp causing a steam of spit to cascade off your bottom lip and onto hazel's navy sheets. "babe," you warn. "ohfuck, ohmyfuckinggod, you're gonna make me cu---"

"fuckingsayone," hazel, unbelievably pleads while she unbelievably spears her strap into your cunt. "oh my fucking god, say one, please, please, pleaseplease--"

she starts begging. unprompted. "it's s-so good, it's so, so good, feels so fucking good, wanna c--um in you--" and she probably repeats it. probably repeats that she wants to cum in you until she's blue in the face and,

"o-one--"

until you let her.

the noise that's ripped from hazel's throat is .. embarrassing. virginal, almost. fully reverberates off the walls, and she trembles. her clit convulses against the vibe, twitching with every short stream of her release and she folds. poor girl was holding your hips for something -- for reassurance, to get a grip, dear life, perhaps? as her hips languidly fuck and press into the surface of your ass., rocking your near limp-frame after you've pretty much creamed all over her strap.

hazel hangs over you for god knows how long, dark hair shaggy and some strands stuck to her forehead in wavy wisps. cheeks flushed, and lower lip bitten to hell. the bullet vibe fucking dies, thank god almighty, because god knows she was not in any shape to reach down and turn it off.

she stays like that for a while, until she you feel her again. this time, only gentler, and much more like herself. soft hands caressing the skin of your back, her breath warm and shaky as she peppers a splay of kisses across your skin.

as you come from the surface of your own high, you feel yourself hum. still full of her, and dizzy with it. despite it, you manage -- slurring, slightly.

"haze?"

there's a hum, somewhere.

"did that really feel that good?"

hazel distantly nods, brown locks brushing against your back.

"uh.." hazel frowns, letting out a weak laugh. "y-yeah, honestly."

the mental note gets filed away somewhere deep in the haze of your brain and you grin, when you press your ass one against her just for shits and giggles and hear her gasp, from the sensitivity of it alone.

"that's my girl."

[livingformintyoongi]

free use roommates/fwb??? Jungkook and yn 🫠

He gets home after a stressful day at work and goes to her bedroom.

While she's laying in bed just scrolling through TikTok he lifts her shirt up, no bra, and starts sucking on her big tits while she keeps scrolling like it's nothing (I mean she enjoys it but she doesn't get weirded out by that).

Just no explanation, she understands he had a rough day at work and lets him have his way sucking and playing with her tits and fucking her, because he would let her do the same with him.

They might be talking about what went wrong at work, how was her day... just casual conversations! After sucking - and playing with her nipples for a while, he fucks her (raw) doggy style and cums inside.

Friend-to-friend support

a/n: It's my first time doing free use, I hope I did it right. I hope it was to your liking, and that you enjoyed it. warnings: The request says it all, I did not add anything else. wc: 1.9k taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss

“Rough day?” you muttered, feeling Jungkook's weight fall on your chest. You just wrapped your arms around his neck, holding your phone above his head. 

“Yes” he murmured between your breasts, lightly inhaling your scent. He let out a heavy sigh, trying to relax his tense shoulder muscles. “I'm tired, frustrated and very upset.”

“Did you fight with Jimin again?” you looked away from your phone for barely a second, only to see your friend slip his hand under your shirt. You were quite aware of his intentions, so you didn't have much of a reaction to it either. Jungkook, on the other hand, was quite surprised to notice that you weren't wearing anything underneath.

“You didn't wear a bra tonight?” his big bright eyes locked onto yours, he looked so cute excited. 

“No, it was annoying, why?” your screen mirrored the video of a guy you'd never seen before, but he seemed to be talking about random space data. You found it interesting, so you left it until the end.

“Can I play with them?” he murmured, running his hands up to the level of your ribs, barely brushing his fingertips across the skin under your breasts. It was no secret Jungkook's obsession with your bust. Every day, ever since you started having this kind of “more than friends” relationship he would play with your breasts, squeezing them, kissing them, licking them, sometimes he didn't even do it in a sexual way, they just... helped him de-stress. Besides, according to him, they were much more comfortable than his pillow.

“If you want” you kept watching the videos of the guy you had just found, but this time you put on one that had to do with the sea and its mysterious and terrifying depths. You barely let out a moan as you felt Jungkook's hands squeeze your breasts.

“Thank you, you're the best” he laughed softly, lifting your shirt until it was completely wrinkled under your collar. His lips soon moved to your nipples, licking and biting one as he pulled and squeezed the other, his free hand traveled to your hips. He let out a moan of satisfaction, thoroughly enjoying the feel of your hard swollen button on his tongue.

“You hadn't answered my question” you mumbled, concentrating on how stupidly interesting the account you had just found was becoming. 

“Yeah, we fought again, I hate fighting with him” he sighed, smiling as he noticed how your nipples hardened even more, “but it's okay, we always talk the next day when we fight, maybe tomorrow I'll stop by his apartment so we can talk” he placed his lips in the center, right where your breasts seemed to meet. He licked and kissed that little bit of skin until it was completely red. “I love how pretty your skin looks when I mark it.”

“You do? I guess I hadn't noticed” you laughed softly, watching as he tried to bite as much of the flesh off your left breast as he could.

“Your breasts are so pretty too” he smiled slightly, taking both between his hands to press them against the other, giving both mounds kisses as he hummed contentedly. He liked it when you were willing to do whatever he wanted with them. “I love them.”

“Yes, Jungkook, I know,” you rolled your eyes with a smile, feeling an electric current in your back after he buried his teeth around your nipple, tugging at it carelessly. “Careful, animal.”

“Sorry, I got excited,” he looked at you apologetically, pausing just a few seconds only to return to his work from before, but this time much more carefully.

You nodded, bringing one of your hands to his hair, fiddling with it as he continued his work and you continued to watch more videos on your phone absentmindedly.

More than thirty minutes had passed, yes, thirty, and Jungkook had never stopped licking, kissing and biting your nipples. On more than one occasion you had let out a sigh or gasp, and by this point you were wet enough to be able to fuck him without any problem. Still, you were too focused on how a girl was trying to clean a carpet that looked like it had come out of hell itself. You had no idea how it had gotten into such a deplorable state, but it was quite amusing to watch it being cleaned.

“Y/N?” he asked coyly, looking at you with his oh-so-characteristic bambi eyes that you loved so much. You hummed in response, still not letting go of the dirt coming out of the carpet. “Can I fuck you?”

You watched him out of the corner of your eye, noticing his labored breathing, his red cheeks and his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. You had felt the occasional loud movement he made that moved the bed, but you hadn't realized it was him trying to relieve his erection until this very moment. 

“Sure, no problem” you turned your full attention back to the video, hearing hundreds of “thank you's” from Jungkook. His firm hands grabbed your hips and turned you around, making you stand with your back to him. “Oh, by the way, your brother called today, he said he wanted you to go visit him.” 

“Really? He called here? I didn't have any missed calls on my cell phone” he mumbled, pulling down your athletic shorts so he could leave your middle exposed. He licked his lips at the wetness in your underwear. “Did you tell him I was busy?”

“Well, technically yes you were” you moaned softly as you felt his tip brush your entrance through the thin fabric of clothing, “don't you remember? You went to take a shower, left your cell phone on the bed, your ringtone was too annoying, so I was forced to answer it.”

“Sure” he murmured, pushing aside your underwear, pressing his tip against your hole. He seemed to want to tease you, pulling out and pressing his cock against you again. You'd be lying if I said it didn't irritate you. “Hey, wait, my ringtone rocks.”

You were going to laugh at his comment, but just as you opened your mouth he shoved his member inside you. It didn't hurt like the first few times, you were starting to get used to his size, but that didn't take away from the fact that it felt strange every time he was inside.

“Your ringtone is a baby's cry with the fucking autotune set over it, Jungkook, it's horrible” you snorted as you realized you couldn't keep watching videos in this position. Jungkook's thrusts were making you move along with him and, consequently, the video was moving as well. It made you too dizzy.

“It's harmonious” he said with a chuckle, grabbing your hips so he could quicken his pace. He couldn't help but watch as you settled your phone against the pillows, playing some sort of compilation of videos about thorough cleaning of stuffed animals that looked like anything but stuffed animals.

“No, it's irritating” you said, trying not to moan too loudly, you'd had problems with the neighbors in the past, you weren't about to listen to them berate you again. 

Jungkook moved down until his chest pressed against your back, his hands returning to your breasts as he shamelessly played with them. He left several kisses scattered along your back, smiling at the sight of your tattoo under your neck. He loved the way it looked on you.

“I love being inside you, you're so warm, so tight, and all just for me... it feels even better after thinking about it” he whispered near the shell of your ear, leaving a soft kiss behind your ear. He growled softly as he felt you tighten around him.

“I didn't think you were this sensitive, Jungkook” you murmured, your attention completely on the video, or so it seemed. You were starting to feel your stomach shrinking more and more, and your brain seemed further and further away from functioning normally. 

“Let me be, it feels good to show myself as I am with you” he chuckled, going faster and faster. His nails barely burying themselves into the flesh of your hips as he fucked your pussy with the sole intention of making you come. Your pleasure was his pleasure, that was a fact, he couldn't come if you didn't first.

“It's okay, I didn't mean it in a bad way, I like it when you get like this, it's tender” you swallowed saliva, grabbing the sheet beneath you only to cling to it discreetly. It was hard to stay conscious when Jungkook seemed so determined to fuck you until you were in fucking heaven. Every night with him was like that really....

“Thank you, it means a lot to me” he whispered against your neck, lowering his hand to your clit, letting his fingers play with it as he pleased, “and you definitely deserve a treat from me.”

You laughed, resting your forehead on the bed, “I deserve a prize?”.

“Yep” he smiled, marking your neck, “you're very good to me, it's the least”, his fingers started to move faster and his lunges were starting to get more and more accurate. You had understood what he meant, and you knew he knew your body well enough to know which spot to hit so he could completely disconnect you.

And you were absolutely right.

Almost instantly after you thought of that, Jungkook's head hit your G-spot in the most exquisite way possible. You had to bite your lower lip to keep from screaming. 

“You're so tight... will you come soon?” he whispered, starting to move more sloppily than before. 

You just nodded in response, completely refusing to open your mouth. You had to control yourself. 

“Good, me too” he smiled against your head, moving his hips so hard against yours that your legs ended up giving way and falling against the mattress. “Can I do it inside? Please?”

“Y-yes, go ahead” you murmured, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten tighter and tighter,

“Thank you, thank you so much, God, you're amazing” he growled against your ear, pounding your G-spot until he felt you cum all around him, dripping down to his fingers that were still taking care of your clit. It wasn't until that moment that he let his cum spurt out and spread inside you, staying inside you for a few seconds, giving strong but long thrusts until he was completely empty.

He leaned against your back for a few minutes, just until his breathing was fully regulated. He pulled out of you once he felt he could move without shaking completely. He fixed your clothes, letting his cum remain inside you, then took it upon himself to find your shorts and carefully put them on you again.

“Come here” he murmured, turning you around so he could fix your shirt, “ready, good as new” he chuckled, laying down on top of you, letting your breasts be under his head to use as a pillow. “Are you going to keep looking at your phone?”.

“If you want we can watch a movie.” you looked sideways at him, gently stroking his hair.”

“Right answer, this is exactly why you're my best friend” he gave you his trademark bunny smile as he grabbed the remote from the nightstand and turned on the TV, “let's watch Iron Man.”

“Again?” you looked at the screen, laughing. Jungkook's arms wrapped around your waist protectively.

“Yeah, it's the best movie in the universe.”

“Fine, whatever the boss says” you replied with a smirk, settling in to watch your friend's favorite movie for the thousandth time. 

Masterlist.

[lilgantsu]

Help I'm stuck!

Author's note: it's been years since i wrote something again! Sorry if its all over the place. Enjoy!

pervert!stepbro!simon x bimbo!stepsis!reader

Simon is home from deployment he just could not help but still visit you.

Then he saw you, ass up in the air, wearing a cute little sundress, a thong that barely covers your pussy. You're stuck in between your queen size lift up bed.

"Help me! Is some home? Mom?"

"Its me sweet cheeks"

You let out a gasp trying to cover some kind of decency you have left.

"How long have you been standing there! Please help me I'm stuck"

Ghost knelt down, and rubbed your ass making your hands fall down on you sides to support your weight.

"I will, don't worry" spreading you ass and pussy wide. Your pussy tightening on nothing, already dripping. Earning a moan from you and absent minded wiggling your ass a little bit grazing his crotch.

"You can't do that, you're my brother!" Wiggling your ass some more, attempting to remove his hands away

"Well how am I supposed to help you, if I can't touch you" Slapping and fondling your ass lightly. The slight fondly and teasing is making you really wet. Its been a long time since someone played and teased you like this.

"I'll get you out promise"

He tugged the front of your dress, "trying" to pull you out but in the process making you spill your tits.

"Pull baby" you tried to pull yourself off but greeted with Ghost's crotch. Humping your barely clothed pussy. And that left a wet spot in his khaki pants. His hands left the dress and grabbed your tits, on his other hand rested on the mound of your pussy curling his fingers a little bit, scratching and teasing your swollen clit.

At this point you can't thinks straight, his hands are all over you, teasing you nipples with his fingers rubbing them back and forth, the with his nail earning more moans from you. His other hand grabbed the back of your soaked underwear and pulling it up, stretching the fabric making it rub on your swollen clit every time you move.

"Please, don't, stop"

"What are you trying to say baby please dont, stop or dont stop? And for someone who's trying to stop me, you sure are enjoying this, rocking your hips like a damn dog" pulling your nipples harder making you yelp a little bit.

He just love to tease you. Ghost moved your soaked panties to the side, his fingers playing with your pussy playing with your folds and clit. "All this for me baby" inserting his fingers in your pussy. "Holy shit baby listen to this" curling his fingers making squelching sounds. Rubbing your inside toying your g-spot now.

"Si something is coming please stop! I'm gonna pee." Your hips are now shamelessly rocking back and fort. His other fingers went in and abused your little clit some more, he pulled his mask up for a moment and he spit on our ass, then his mouth went in and lick your ass to you pussy.

"Let it out baby" making your legs shake and squirt all over your floors, "oh fuck baby" his hands never leaving your g-spot and clit. "If you can see my face right now baby its soaked, come on baby ride my face"

"Si please" bucking your hips to ride his fingers and face his nose bumping on your ass making you feel so dirty but also slutty. Humping you step brother's face and soaking him with you juices.

He took pity at your state, lifted up the bed and carried you, and throwing you on it not caring if the pillows goes disarray. Ghost unzipped his pants, grabbed a pillow and put it under your hips.

You might have blacked out for bit, the next thing you know something big is entering you. That sweet delicious feeling the first time feeling a cock enters you. You can't help but moan and grabbed his face and kissed him. Smearing your juices on you face. The kiss was dirty hurried and slutty.

Then ghost starter to thrust his hips, the thrust was so good it made you crossed your eyes a little bit. But you're still trying to cover yourself buy trying to cover you tits with you arms and closing your eyes.

Ghost clicks his tongue grabbing you hands above your head, locking you in place leaving you more exposed, your tits bouncing from the hard and slow thrust he's giving you. "Look at me, I'll stop if you close your eyes baby"

You tried so hard to maintain the eye contact, you're a moaning mess when it come to Simon. You wanted to please him for so long, trying to earn his approval but you're always end up making a fool of yourself.

"Shit baby I'm close, your pussy feels so good, c'mon baby tighten that pussy for me, you're my good girl right" rubbing your clit again. Bringing you so close to the edge again. "Oh is my little baby gonna come again? Make a mess for me"

After you came for the 2nd time, Ghost pulled out and jacked off, cumming on you stomach making a mess out of you again. Ghost was panting so hard but he pulled your panties off you. Cleaned off his cum with it, wiping your tummy, and the top of your pussy and something shocking was entering you pussy again.

He was stuffing you with your panties! The process was slow he's taking his time stuffing your panties in you leaving just a little bit of portion hanging out. You're looking at him dumbfounded and horny again.

"Keep you panties here okay" straightening your dress. Helping you to stand up.

"Bend over for me princess" you bend down on your hands to your bed you know ghost can see your bare pussy stuffed with soiled panties.

"Good girl"

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

Hello hello hellooo from your neighbourhood lurker you see I’m going though something horrible, the blood moon aka my period so would you be ever so kind and have the moriarty men comfort reader with her period.

(I don’t remember seeing a character limit so I like all of them not just moriarty brothers)

Sorry comes of as rude and if you can’t do all the characters that fine and if someone already requested this then feel free to ignore.

Thank you for reading my request from yours truly the neighbourhood lurker.

Period Pain with Sebastian Moran and Albert Moriarty

Sebastian Moran

If we are to be honest, Sebastian can be very loving if he wants to. But back in that time the concept of periods wasn't really understood by most men. Of course, Sebastian knew about periods from his previous partners so it wasn't that big of a deal when yours came.

He had learnt pretty quickly that you just wanted to stay in bed wrapped up in something warm and that was exactly what he did. He took care of everything. Be it stained sheets, stained dresses, food, blankets, tea, literally everything and without raising a single complaint.

Because Sebastian knows that periods are tricky and while you might be all happy now, the next moment you can get sad or angry.

"Everything okay over there?" He laid down beside you with a long sigh. It had been a stressful day with all of William's planning and all he wanted was to relax.

"As okay as it can be." You murmured but didn't move. Laying down in a straight line had so far been the only position that calmed down your cramps and you weren't going to risk it.

"Moneypenny said that perhaps a warm cloth over your stomach can help." The fact that he had went out of his way to ask Moneypenny meant a lot so you weren't going to tell him that you knew that fact already. "I'll go bring one for you."

He was back in no time with a light burn on his arm that he really didn't seem to mind. Sebastian let you get comfortable with the cloth and changed into the clothes he usually wore to go to bed before laying back down next to you.

In general, Sebastian doesn't do a lot and whatever he does in order to comfort you is subtle, something that always leaves you grateful and leads into some very sweet and freaky moments as soon as your period ends.

Albert James Moriarty

Albert is lost and doesn't know why. All he knows is that he is busy and that you are curled up in your shared bed, clenching onto your stomach. If he wasn't that tired, he would be certain that at some point you tried to rip your uterus from inside of you but upon a second thought, it was just you saying you actually wanted that.

An unusual occurence but it also happened that the two of you were completely alone in the estate, meaning that Louis wasn't there to prepare you a cup of chamomile or whatever you liked. Though, Albert was sure he could prepare a simple tea himself, the biggest problem was the fact that you couldn't talk from the pain.

So he did the only thing a man of his caliber could do: think. Albert had been to enough events that whether he had wanted to or not, he had overheard of women talking about their periods and they all had to say that only two things helped.

"There you go, how does it feel?" If you could look yourself in the mirror, he was sure you would laugh at the awkward and strange position he had put you in. There was a soft pillow under your hips and a warm cloth on your stomach underneath your dress.

"Surprisingly better." You sighed and he nodded, already transferring some of his paperwork on the bed next to you so he could be in close range just in case you needed more of his assistance.

"Love you." He smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead and before he could say anything else, you had already fallen asleep.

[strwberri-milk]

hi hellooooo if you feel like it could we have another big dick kaeya with "ill make it fit" energy im enamored with how you write it!!!

god i love big dick kaeya so much im so feral for him im glad its not just me on this dark side LMAO

You know Kaeya would never do anything to hurt you. He's always so nice, and considerate, and you know you would trust him with your life. However, this means that Kaeya also is aware of your limits, and is always more than willing to keep you testing your limits for your own benefit.

Kaeya is so sweet. He'll do whatever he can to help you out, talk you through anything you need help with, walk you through it step by step. His patience has always been good, and this is no different.

Even as you lay underneath him, sighing a little in response to Kaeya's faint touches on your skin you know if you earnestly said no, he wouldn't hurt you. His eyes rest on yours, carefully watching to see what you might have to say.

"Are you doing alright?" Kaeya asks, letting you come down from the orgasm he just pulled from your body. He wanted you as prepared as possible, and judging from the wet noises he managed to draw out of you with just his fingers seemed to be all the evidence he needed.

"I-I'm fine," you barely stutter, catching your breath as Kaeya positions your legs to sit on his waist.

"I hope you are. I want to feel you around me."

He nuzzles into your neck as he says the lewd words so sweetly, pressing soft kisses against your throat. You can feel his cock prodding at your thigh, narrowly missing your hole with each slow thrust he makes. He's just grinding against you right now, waiting for you to give him the go ahead.

You nod, Kaeya's excitement palpable as you feel his cock twitch against you. You hear him rub some more lube on himself, sighing softly with pleasure as he runs his palm over his shaft. You appreciate the work he's putting in for you, spreading your legs more and trying to stay relaxed for him.

You look up at him as he puts his hand on the side of your head, readjusting the pillow under your hips to keep you comfortable. He bites his lip at the sound of your breath catching when he starts to press into your hole, somehow getting harder when your hands brace against his chest as you gasp.

"Already? So soon darling," he coos, unshed tears in your eyes exciting him more than it should.

"I'm just nervous. You're so big and I know once you're inside it'll feel so good but I just need to catch my breath."

"Take all the time you want. I don't want to hurt you after all."

The next time he tries he manages to at least pop the tip through, the moan you let out like music to his ears as he tries his best not to cum just from that. No, he needs to fuck you senseless first, just shallowly thrusting into you as you adjust to the feeling of him inside of you.

Just from this, he can see the drooling mess you've become thanks to his cock, kissing you hard to try and distract himself from the burning in his gut.

"It feels so good," you whimper, Kaeya nodding and pressing more kisses against your forehead.

"You're doing so good for me. See? Just a little bit of patience and you'll be taking all of me inside of you like a champ," he praises. You meekly hold him, glad that this time he's waiting a lot longer to fuck you deeper.

Kaeya doesn't press in further until you start rocking your hips back on him, sliding down a little bit more and making him moan. He follows your lead, scolding you gently when you begin shaking your head and writhing in mild discomfort.

"Shh, shh, it'll be okay. You can take me, I know you can. Just let me get in further?"

He stays perfectly still, wishing more than anything he could just ram himself inside of you fully but wanting to make sure that you wanted it to. The way you scratch down his chest makes him see stars, doing his best to keep his hips where they are.

"Please, Kaeya. Just - just fuck me. I'll tell you if it hurts, but I think the wait is making it worse." Your slight begs are tinted with needy whines and that's all it takes for Kaeya to pull out all the progress he's made and sink himself back in balls deep inside of you.

Your back arches sharply, moaning pathetically as the sudden intrusion makes you cum around him again. Thankfully, it relaxes your body further but it's still so incredibly tight around him. Kaeya can't help but start fucking into you almost ruthlessly, moaning right into your ear about how good you feel.

"Fuck your hole's so fucking tight. You're doing so fucking good taking me like this. You like it, don't you? Being ruined by a cock that you can barely fit inside that cute little hole of yours?"

His filthy words don't help at all, clenching even tighter over him as you cry from the overstimulation he's pushing onto your body. You know he's always right, that yes, it might take some time but the second he's fucking you like he means it there's nothing more that you want him to do.

He makes you cum over and over again, and despite your body feel like it's going to melt into the puddle of sweat and cum underneath you you can feel every vein on his length. He's so big, touching every part inside of you that needs to be touched, shooting his load so far inside of you that you can feel it warming up your chest.

You know it's always a good idea to trust Kaeya, and you've never been given a reason to regret that decision.

[generalkenobee]

Needy whore

Warnings: name calling, degradation, mentions of female masterbation, pnv, reader is on birth control FEM!reader, dom!Kylo, reader worshiping kylo, choking but little to no force, rough sex turns into soft sex, reader is the only person allowed to call Kylo Ben

This was your punishment. You were trying to get a rise out of Kylo so he'd fuck you harder but things didn't go as expected. "Well if you're going to act like this then I won't give you any sexual attention"

The past two weeks had been so long and agonizing. All you could think about was Kylos heavy cock and how it would feel to pump. You've thought about masterbation but it wouldn't even work, your body has become so used to him you can't do it by yourself. Your fingers are too small, your hands too soft, and you don't have the same stamina he does.

You wanted to be filled up to the brim with his seed while he continued to push in deeper, you needed him to pull your hair, fuck you against a wall with someone in the next room, his large rough hand would travel down your belly until it was rig-

"excuse me? Are you even listening or are we wasting our time miss (L/N)?" General Hux's voice rang through the empty hallway. You weren't even sure what he was talking to you about, something along the lines of needing help with a new droid?

"yes sir- I mean general" you responded quickly straightening you back and looking him in the eyes. "Very well, you may go-"

"thank you si- general!" You cut him off running to the supreme leaders quarters to try to beg for forgiveness

•••

"please!" You whined with Kylo standing in front of you while you spread your legs around him so you could rub your cunt on hit boots. "No" his response was short and cold.

"I'll do anything.. Please Kylo! Please let me cum!" There were hot tears running down your face at this point. "I- I need you!"

"is that it? Too pathetic to make yourself cum?" His voice was deep and would've been scary if you hadn't been dating for over 3 years. "Do you need my help?" He questioned grabbing your jaw in his left hand while cupping your vulva in his right.

Your hips rutted up into him while your eyes rolled back, moaning in ecstasy. It was such little pleasure but it meant the world considering it had been so long.

Kylo pulled your face forward forcefully pressing his full lips to yours. Oh God his lips... They were so plush and soft, the feeling of them on your pulsing clit was unmatched. You moaned into the kiss trying to pull him over to the bed. both your hands were on his biceps pulling him further toward you till he was practically laying atop you crushing you under his weight.

"mmm.." your arms wrapped around his neck scratching his scalp while Kylo gently ran his middle finger down your stomach to the very start of your slit. "Please"

"needy whore" a chill ran down your back when his finger slowly dragged down you "you're my white though, you'd never act this way towards anyone but your supreme leader, isn't that right?" You loved when he talked like this, and you were so lost in his words you didn't respond. "I asked you a question." Kylos voice rang in your ears while his hand wrapped around your throat as a warning. "Yes Kylo, no one knows me like you do"

"no one gets to see this side of you but me" your head lifted off the mattress to kiss him again while his finger started slowly rubbing circles on your clit "thank you, thank you so much" you feel short of breath as your head lulls back onto his pillows, eyes closed. You still felt his fingers but he wasn't rubbing you anymore, instead he was getting his clothes off.

About 15 minutes had passed of him teasing you with the force "augh! I'm c-close- mmhmmm, please" but it stopped "nice and wet hm?" You nodded your head reaching over for his hard cock pumping him softly "I'm soaked"

Kylo put his hands on your hips lifting you up to straddle him while his head rested on his headboard "slide it in whore, wanna see how bad you want it" at that sentence you yanked him up to your entrance moaning while you slid down with ease "maybe I've been too cruel?" Kylo said with a questioning tone "ma-maybe you have.. neglecting me, and my needs" your throat felt tight and you couldn't continue your sentence "careful baby..." He said looking at you through thick lashes. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cock inside you at last and the feeling of his hand around your neck.

Eventually it became softer sex, less choking and more kissing, less degradation and more praise

"B-Ben..can you" you stopped in fear of looking stupid. Although your boyfriends hand slightly tilted and you felt the similar feeling of his middle finger on your clit once more. "Ben!" Your hands flew up to his shoulders squeezing as you clenched. "I-I"

"I know baby, go on"

[makeyoumine69]

Small lil blurb about alpha patty and omega reader

It was time for you to go into heat; you knew oatrick would most likely be upset with you if you messed with the sheets but you desided to do it anyway.

You began to push and knead the sheets and blankets untill you formed your nest, adding pillows you finally felt okay.. until Patrick came home from work.

He walked into the bedroom and stopped "Darling.... why is the bed rui- P-Patty please, later; im in heat right now hurry and fuck me already."

Hello, my dear babe! It's been a while since I wrote A/B/O fics, but I hope you like it! 💗

— [MASTERLIST] 🪓

The moment Patrick stepped over the threshold of his apartment, a sweet, intoxicating scent hit his nose and made his blood boil in his veins. Frowning in disappointment, he cursed to himself as he realized that you went into the heat while he was away. Nervously, Bateman rushed into his bedroom to find you lying on his bed in a sort of nest, surrounded by several battles of water and ice. 

"Darling -"

"Alpha, you came," you breathed out, feeling so exhausted from the burning flame under your skin. "N-need you so much."

"I know, baby," Patrick took off his jacket and came closer to kneel on the bed next to you. "C'mere, (Y/N)," he smiled as you obeyed so eagerly and pressed his large palm to your cheek. "It's all right, I'll take care of you, my little one."

Tenderly, Bateman left a small kiss on your lips, his strong arms now worshipping your shivering body. With a soft purr, you nuzzled against the scent gland on his wrist to calm yourself a little, and it helped, but not for long.

"It h-hurts, Patrick," you almost cried as the walls of your womb spasmed around nothing. "Please, Alpha."

Patrick pecked at your temple several times while he was undressing, his heart cramping from seeing you in such pain. Breathing heavily, you cocked your head to the side, allowing him to suck on the mark he left on your neck, feeling the tension running from your lower abdomen up to your chest, forcing you to tremble uncontrollably.

"Mmm, my sweet Omega, I'm gonna fuck you really good," Bateman whispered in a raspy voice before you heard an unzipping sound. "Do you want me to put a whelp inside of you, love?"

"Y-Yes, yes, Alpha ... please, breed me," you whimpered, getting down on all fours and presenting yourself to him. "Take all of me, Patrick."

His ferocious growl sent chills down your spine, but then you almost choked as you felt his firm body covering you from above, his powerful hands seeming to touch you everywhere.

"A-aww, mmm," you put a pillow under your head, bending over and spreading your legs even wider. "You're so strong Alpha, mmm and so big, ah!"

You squealed as his sharp fangs nibbled the delicate skin of your shoulder blade as he moved down to your loin, leaving a wet trail of sloppy kisses. Huffing, Patrick planted a visual hickey on one of your buttocks, then groped both of them to open you up and slide his tongue into your twitching cunt. 

"A-aahh, y-yes, aah...please!" You were already a whimpering mess, bucking your hips towards his face.

"Mmm, you taste so delicious, little one, so fucking delicious," he slapped your ass and wrapped his hand around your hip to reach your throbbing clit. "Your pussy is so tight, darling... mmm."

Bateman growled against your burning flesh as he lapped greedily at your feverish cleft, drinking in your sweet juices and stimulating your clit at the same time. You were trembling like a leaf, moaning pitifully into the pillow and wrinkling the soaked sheets from the delightful rapture, and as if that was not enough, Patrick pushed two fingers into your dripping pussy, finding your G-spot almost instantly.

"I'm ... I'm cumming, aawww!" You jerked and clawed at your skin as your inner channel began to spasm.

Bateman didn't stop pumping your pussy even for a second while his soft finger pads played with your oversensitive little tip.

God, this was something beyond reality.

"Good girl," he mused, kissing your hip before cleaning his fingers by licking off your flavour. "Do you want me to go soft or hard?"

His sudden question made your heart skip a beat and you looked at him with pure devotion in your sparkling eyes. "Take me just the way you want, Alpha."

You could hear a low growl escaping his half-open lips as his nostrils flushed. "Ahhh, you don't even know what are you asking for …"

Harshly, he pressed down on your loin to make you bend over even lower, causing you to cry out, but then you had to hold yourself back from screaming as you felt his taut tip prodding against your extremely drenched entrance. 

"Alpha!" Your high-pitched whine echoed through the room as Patrick buried himself inside your pulsating cunt, his beefy girth brushing against all the right spots in your throbbing womb.

Bateman growled in response, gripping your hips almost painfully as he began to ram into you with merciless effort, your legs about to give out from such a hard assault. Your moans turned into pitiful cries as his dick was so huge, drilling into your tight hole so ruthlessly, you could feel your saliva running down your chin, dampening the pillow you were desperately clutching like a lifeline.

"Feeling better, huh?" Patrick chuckled and spanked your butt, fucking you harder with each thrust. "My little Omega likes to be torn apart by the big Alpha's cock ... Fuck, what a slutty girl I've got."

"Mmhm, yeah ... it feels so good, aaahh, your dick is so b-big, aaaaw," you tried your best to keep talking, but it was getting harder by the second, especially when he pinned you flat against the bed and put a pillow under your lower belly. "A-aww! Please, mmm, GOSH, ALPHA!"

With a satisfied grin on his face, Bateman leaned onto his fists, covering you with his huge frame, and slammed into you from above, pushing his full length in and out of you, your slickness running shamelessly down your thighs.

"Shit, you made a fucking swimming pool in my bed, honey," his mocking voice only added fuel to the fire. "Mmm, I like to see your tight little hole struggling to take my huge dick, f-fuck!"

"Mmm, please ... a-ww, claim me with your seed, Alpha, I wanna carry your pups, p-please!" 

"Oh yeah?" He encircled your neck and forced you to look at him. "You want my cum?"

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt his knot swell in your inner channel, widening you from the inside and making you feel numb. 

"A-aaah, yes ... yes ... yessss," you hiccupped each time he rocked into you as deep as he could, still holding your neck and pressing his forehead against yours. “I b-beg you!”

"Arhg... you belonged to me, Omega."

With these words he bent down to bite your scent gland, sinking his sharp teeth into your soft skin and tasting your blood as you began to bleed. Grunting, Bateman unloaded his fertile cum into your pussy until he was spent, plugging it with his engorged knot. Sobbing, you took every drop of his cum like an obedient girl as you didn't even dare to move under him, feeling so small and fragile beneath this beast, but he was your beast after all.

[beastofburdenxo]

Sick Day

Tommy gets the sniffles. One shot. Tame, just some Tommy language, slight fluff. 864 words.

“Tommy are you alright?” you asked him as he made his way into the kitchen. He looked paler than normal, his normally bright blue eyes a little watery. “Yes love, never better just a little hoarse this morning.” he rasped as he sat down next to you. “Nothing a nip of whiskey won’t fix, eh?” He states reaching for the bottle. You stop his hand, “Maybe you should stay home today, can’t do any meetings with barely a voice can you?” Tommy sighs as he pours a shot, “Can’t do that, these meetings have been on the books for months. I can’t keep them waiting any longer. I'll be fine.” Knowing you can’t convince him otherwise you state, “Well I'll be here all day if you need me. You can always come home if you need to.” With a smirk he stands and puts on his coat. “Always the good nurse, ready to take care of me, aren’t ya?” With a slight cough he walks out the door. Eyes rolling to yourself you get up to clean off the kitchen table, “You’ll be back.” 

Tommy’s morning goes slowly. On top of the boring meetings and being asked if he’s okay by everyone, he can’t stop coughing. He hides in his office to get away from all the prying eyes and countless questions. He's burning up, his head is pounding, and his voice is almost gone. “Maybe I am sick.” he thinks to himself. “I can’t even taste my whiskey anymore.” Laying his head down on the cool wood of the desk, he dozes off. Unknown time passes as there is a knock on the door. “Tommy, last meeting of the day is here....” Finn trails off, “Lord, you look terrible Tommy.” He awakens enough to reach for the trashcan to throw up in. Finn cringes, “Go home, jeez, Arthur and I can handle the last meeting. Can’t have you spewing everywhere.” Tommy finally empties what little he had in his stomach and shakily stands up, “Finn, I'm going home for lunch. If you want to deal with the meeting fine, but don’t screw it up for us. Better yet just send them back home for a few more days. I don’t give a shit if they’re mad. They'll live if they want to do business with us.”  

Finn grabs Tommy by the shoulders and helps him out of his office. “Don’t worry about it Tom, we’ve got it handled. Go home and get some rest, yeah?” With barely a whisper Tommy manages to get out, “It’s just the sniffles, I managed to survive France, didn’t I?” Finn just shakes his head at his brother’s stubbornness. Tommy makes it home, his muscles aching like he got in a fight. You meet him at the door. “Goodness, you are a sight for sore eyes.” Tommy just looks at you with pitiful sick puppy eyes. “It’s just the sniffles. I came home for lunch.” Practically dragging him through the door you reply, “Oh yeah, then what’s this I heard about you getting sick in your office today?” Groaning, he mumbles, “Damn Finn. I'm fine just a little under the weather is all.” You guide him up to the bedroom and help him out of his suit. “Tommy Shelby, you’re not going back to the office you will stay here. I told Finn that when he called to tell me you got sick.” You state, hands on your hips, “I knew you was in bad shape this morning, but no, you wouldn’t hear of it.” 

Tommy just flops into the bed with a groan. Before he could ask for anything you interject, “And no whiskey either young man, just tea and soup.” You hear him grumbling into his pillow at that one. You go to the kitchen to prepare his soup and tea, talking to yourself, “If only he listened to me this morning, he’d probably be better by now, but no, big Mr. Shelby had meetings today!” Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Tommy is delirious with fever. Hair in a mess and eyes glazed over, he can barely see. His poor face was all red and splotchy. With every cough, his head felt like it was going to explode. He feels a cool rag on his forehead, now realizing that you entered the room. “Poor thing,” you coddle, “You are in rough shape. No, certainly no more work for you today.” Struggling to sit up, he takes the cup of tea from you. “You know love, I think I might be a little bit ill.” 

You lightly slap his arm, “Well you don’t say Mr. Shelby!” Drinking the hot tea, he manages to point out, “Well at least I have a good nurse to take care of me.” You bend down and kiss his hot forehead, “That you do Mr. Shelby that you do.” Finishing the tea he resumes, “Does this mean I get a sponge bath from my hot nurse?” You glare at him not trying to sound amused by him, “No, now have your soup.” 

“But nurse I need a sponge bath! I’m all sweaty from the fever!” he teases. 

“Eat your soup, Thomas!”

[james-is-here]

So, No Air Fryer?

Yey, Chapter 4!!

Topics: Kai teases LF with plug at the start, LM bites HJ, Bondage, cumswapping, Blowjob (K and HJ receiving), Hyunjin being a brat, Minho comes across as a mean (?) Dom, Aftercare. Kai teases Minho a couple times. let me know if i forgot something.

BTW: This use to be Lee Know's chapter but after rereading it I realized I wrote it with Hyunjin having more interactions than Minho. I'll have to rewrite the intro to line up with Changbin's chapter. 😅

Kai woke up the next day without Felix, or that’s what he thought as the sun glared in his face and he squeezes his eyes closed, going to turn away when his hips were stopped as he went to flip onto his stomach.

Blinking his eyes open, he sees Felix overtop of him, arms next to his head. He didn’t do anything, just smiled when he saw him awake before he leaned back down and snuggled into the side of his neck. “Hi…” Felix mumbled as he laid on top of Kai and the older males arms wrap around his waist and hug him tightly.

Moments later, everything came back to him as he blushed and covered his face. “What?” Felix chuckles as he sat up and Kai moved his other hand to his face. “Kai, what’s wrong?” Felix smiled while Kai whines, even with Felix on top of him he manages to roll over and hide his face in the pillow under his head.

Kai mumbles into the pillow before Felix laughed as he tried to pull Kai onto his back again. “What was that?” “I had a threesome…” He whispered, shying away from Felix’s gaze. “…with my biases…I haven’t processed it properly.”

Felix sighs but stays quiet which has Kai turn towards him. When he does, Felix leans forward and captures his lips, pushing into Kai firmly as he hums. Kai gasps at the sudden action which gives Felix an opportunity to swap spit and when Kai came to his senses, he immediately took over, grabbing him by his neck and flipping them over, Felix whines as he reaches a hand up to Kai’s wrist.

Kai pulls away and Felix smiles. “You’re starting to like doing that, aren’t you?” “Honestly, yeah, but to be fair I never thought I’d be able to do this.” “Fair enough.” “What’s got you on my lap this morning?” “To take a shower.” “Really? Already at that point?” Kai says with a smirk, laughing when Felix smack his arm.

“No…Don’t you remember?” “What?” Felix sighs and looks away shyly. “Ch-Chan-Hyung grabbed the wrong size last night and he’s not here to help me take it out…” He mumbles, still not looking at Kai.

“What? Oh! Well, Lixie, I can’t help you with your pants on.” he immediately shuffled around and got his shorts off and his himself. “C’mon, Lix, don’t be shy now.” Kai said softly and moved entirely to sit on his heels, giving him a little space.

He slowly spread his legs and Kai now saw that there was a gem, a red one. Kai let’s put a breathy chuckle, resting his left hand on Felix’s knee and bringing his other hand to the plug, pushing it slightly, making the boy mewl and twitch at the push, wanting to close his legs when he remembered Kai’s hand was on his knee.

“H-Hyung~” He whines and Kai looks up. “Sorry.” He chuckles and slowly pulled the toy out, even when he went slow, Felix let out a muffled moan and managed to push Kai’s hand to close his legs when the toy was fully out, the empty feeling felt weird since he was stretched more than the usual size he’s given.

“You okay?” The younger exhales slowly then looks at Kai. “Y-Yeah…th-the red isn’t used on me…uh…that often s-so it feels weird.” “Often? Is it someone else’s?” Kai asked as he looked at the gem and the size. “Mhm…it’s Hyunjin’s…” He said softly but Kai was aghast. “Hyunjin’s???” He asked shocked, looking away from the toy to Felix with wide eyes.

“Y-Yeah. Chan was even making comments about all of us last night.” “Uh, Lix, Last night I wasn’t really in the right mindset, I was fucking and kissing my Biases, coherent thinking was out the window.” “R-Right. Anyway, we’re all doing stuff with each other.”

Kai sat back, “Y-You…” “Yeah.” Felix smiled as he put his shorts back on. “It just lucky that fans think ‘gay kids’ is a meme name.” He takes the toy and stands up, walking out of his room then laughing with a big smile when Kai yells a flabbergasted “WHAT?!” from his bedroom.

The whole day, which Kai learned was their off day, he’d begin the schedule with them the next week, he was processing what Felix said.

All of them? Together? As friends? Are they poly? Why were Felix and Chan so calm about adding him so soon? He had literally been there for one day before that exact night they included him in an orgy.

His thoughts were broken when he heard a noise outside Felix’s room where he spent his day, Felix told him that he was going to the studio with Chan’s word of needing some lines for a song.

Even though it was an off day, he’s learned a few of them still practice or the producers of the group go to the studio to do who knows what, he doesn’t know who else is here.

He gets up and walks out to the living room where he hears the noises from the kitchen. “See, I’m not annoying.” He hears a voice and for a moment his jaw drops before he covers his mouth and thinks.

Two of them are currently in there and the main voice sounds like Hyunjin. “Yes you are, pabo, you are the epitome of annoying.” Oh, they’re just having a conversation. The other sounds like Minho.

“No I’m not! You love me.” Then Hyunjin muttered something else. “and my dick-AH!” Minho had stepped over to him and slapped him. “20 MINUTES!” “That’s not nice!” “I don’t care, 20 Minutes, you liar!!” “Liar, I’m not a liar!” “You take dick, not me!”

Kai moves to the side of the kitchen doorway when he hears sudden struggle. Hyunjin hooks a foot to the back of Minho’s knee and he falls to the floor, astonished the Hyunjin would do such a thing and Minho doesn’t have anytime to fully process what Hyunjin just did when suddenly he was gagging and looked up with wide at Hyunjin’s boldness. How’d he get his pants off so fast?

Kai looked into the kitchen and his jaw dropped again as he looked away and leaned his head on the wall. Do they not have any shame? He’s pretty sure they don’t know he’s here and he knows Seungmin is in his room down the hall.

He sighs, he straight face turning into a smirk after he hears Minho groan and Hyunjin yelps, telling him not to bite. What’s with Minho and Felix with biting?

Kai collects himself and casually walks in after a moment. “What’s with you guys and biting?” He asks nonchalantly and Hyunjin jumps practically three feet in the air as he pulled away from Minho, who gasped for air and glared at Hyunjin as he wiped his mouth from his spit and sat back on the floor fully.

Hyunjin awkwardly put himself away and turned back to Kai. “H-Hey, uh, Wh-What did you say?” He stuttered heavily and scratched the back of his neck.

Minho stood up slowly and quietly, practically stalking Hyunjin. “Oh nothing…Was just wondering what’s with Felix and Minho and biting.” He smirks and Hyunjin’s eyes widen when he saw a wink but it wasn’t towards him, it was to the male behind him.

It all happened so fast, Hyunjin didn’t get a chance to think. After Kai winked at Minho, the oldest knocked his knee, making him fall onto the other knee as his arms were grabbed and he was then again being pulled up and taken to another room, Minho’s room.

Kai smiled, glad that Minho got the hint and followed them, shutting the door and turning around to see Minho sitting on the bed, his left hand hold Hyunjin’s wrists and his right bunching the raven’s hair and pulling his head back. “W-What is happening?” Hyunjin asked confused, sitting on his heels as he tried to lean his head back to relieve the pain on his scalp.

“I’ve learned that you guys are a thing and I guess you could say I’m trying to be apart of it.” “Didn’t you hear him Jin-ah? Felix bit him.” “Oh, No, He bit Chan. I fucked him, although it started with Felix sucking me off while I was asleep.” “Wow.”

“Did Chan tell you about Hyun?” “Probably, I don’t remember.” “If you liked Felix, you should try Hyunjin.” “W-What?! Ah!” He groans when Minho pulls his hair and he squirms the best he can in his position. “Hey, I was just gonna punish you later for doing what you did but this seems better.” “Probably, I think I fucked Felix really well, he was so gone afterwards he didn’t let me go.”

Hyunjin whimpers and his eyes glance down before going back up. “What? You want to see?” He nods, his thighs rubbing together. “mmm…no.” He walks behind Hyunjin, sitting next to Minho who goes to turn him but Kai shakes his head, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. At first he awkwardly greets him with a small ‘hi’ before asking his question.

“Does he like…bondage?” “Absolutely.” He smirks. “You saw red lights, didn’t you?” Kai’s jaw drops before he chuckles and his tongue pokes his cheek. “I knew it.” He looks away from Minho and moves his hand from Hyunjin’s hair to grab it himself and pull it back. “Who would’ve thought you’re into bondage.” He closes his eyes and whines. “Please, do something.”

He huffs and turns back to Minho. “Tie him up?” Minho nods with a grin and pulls him up and onto the bed. After asking what his plan was, Minho took Hyunjin’s shirt off, tying his arms behind his back tight enough so he can’t move them.

He laid there whining, wanting the ability to move and touch but upset that his wishes are being denied. Kai hovers over him, stopping his squirming as Minho sat next to them. “Let me guess…you want to be a good boy, huh?” He nods with a whine. “Words.” “Y-Yes! I-I want to be good for Hyungs, please let me go, please, please!” He whines and moves about, trying to escape.

“Hmm, No, I think you were pretty rude to Minho in the kitchen. So you’re gonna watch as I show him the respect he deserves, you should be nicer to your hyungs…Understood?” “Y-Yes! I-I understand, please…” He says breathlessly and leans away from him.

Moving to sit next Minho, he lays on his side, leaning on his elbow as he look in Minho’s eyes. “Y-You…Do you bottom…?” He asked shyly and Kai shakes his head. “No, but I do like to suck.” He smiled and moved down to Minho’s legs, cockily grabbing his hips to pull him down further on the bed before laughing and leaning back up to kiss Minho.

Hyunjin breathlessly whines as he watches Minho and his newest group member make out. Like Chan, they had equal power, Kai being a bit stronger and pressing further to deepen it even more and move his tongue further into Minho’s mouth, surprisingly making the male hum which turns into a whine. Kai bit his bottom lip and the kiss got sloppier and quicker, now that it’s happened, neither want to pull away.

From lack of air and Hyunjin groaning and whining, they pulled away, Kai looking over to him, his fluffy hair blocking his eyes and all Hyunjin could really see was his smirk, making him gasp with a moan at how hot Kai looked.

“P-Please~ Please~” He begged, his arms pulling at the restraints again and Minho patted Kai’s chest to get him to move as he reached into a drawer and pulled out a toy, a ribbon, and more rope. “Here, how about you control it.” Minho says as he moves to Hyunjin. Kai sits back, one knee up and an arm draped over it as he watched.

Minho removed Hyunjin’s sweats before finally tying up his legs, knees up and rope binding his shins to his thighs so he couldn’t move as much and shuffle around. As Minho was wrapping his other leg, Kai couldn’t resist but leaned forward and bit at Hyunjin’s thighs, but didn’t move anywhere Hyunjin desperately needed.

His dick laid hard on his stomach, twitching with every bite and moving everytime he squirms. He tried to close his legs but Minho stopped him and held them open. “Don’t make me get the bar.” He glared before securing the rope. “Keep them open or you’ll get it.” “Bar? Kai asked as he sat up. “Yeah, secure it between his legs and they stay open and he doesn’t move.”

Hyunjin cried when Minho touched him but the touch left immediately when Minho tied the vibrator with the ribbon. “Try it out.” The older dancer said as he got back in place next to Kai who pressed the second button. “N-No! Please! I-I’m sorry, ngh! Ah~!” Hyunjin moaned as he threw his head back and tears gathered in his eyes.

“I’ve never dommed like this before, Hyung…” “That’s okay. For now, kiss me and ignore him.” He said slyly and Kai smirked, rolling his eyes before leaning over Minho again and kissing him like before.

Minho laid flat in his back, his hand moving to the side of Kai’s face as his other moves down. He first slides his pants down enough to free his painful erection before pushing down Kai’s sweats (technically they’re still Chan’s) and wrapping a hand around Kai then taking both into one hand and they moan collectively into the kiss.

Adjusting, Kai’s hand goes to hold himself up with a hand next to Minho’s head and he accidentally presses a button on Hyunjin’s remote causing the male to release a choked moan as his head flew back and he squirmed.

He pulls back, looking at the remote then Hyunjin then Minho who kept rubbing their cocks together and stroking them. “W-What?” He mutters through his panting. “Accidentally bumped the vibrator to a higher number.” He says and shows Minho the remote, his thumb pointing to four which is what he changed it to from a two.

“That’s okay. J-Jinnie, color.” “Ah~ G-Green! P-Please, Please, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t-“ He cut himself off with a whine and a small cry. “Not yet, Jin.”

After a few seconds, Minho’s wrist was getting a bit tired from the angle and how spread his hand was from both their cocks in his hand so he stops and pushing Kai away from his neck where he left behind blooming marks.

He points off the bed and Kai takes that as a gesture to move and moves off the bed with him, both stripping the rest of their clothes to be completely naked. Minho moves him to stand in front of Hyunjin’s face before placing a hand on his neck and pulling him forward. He surprisingly taller than Minho, maybe a few couple inches but he’s still taller and he held Minho’s hips.

Suddenly, Minho is sinking to his knees and all in one, has Kai’s cock in his mouth. “Ah~ I-I w-was gonna do that to you…” There was almost disappointment in his voice as he pants and combed a hand through his hair.

Kai didn’t know why the male who says he doesn’t suck dick is doing exactly that but he doesn’t question it as he pulls off and turns Kai to Hyunjin. “I’d say you’ve been good but not quite enough so all you’ll get is a dick down your throat.”

“Y-Yes, P-Please, I’m good, please! I want more please, Hyung, please.” He begged even more before Kai shut him up. Hyunjin hums, immediately trying to bob on Kai’s size before the male grabbed his hair and started to use his throat like his own sex toy, all Hyunjin could do was constrict his throat whenever he thrusted all the way into his throat and hit the back.

Minho just stood next to Kai, watching tears roll down the males cheeks as he took the cock as it was given to him before looking up and leaning in to kiss Kai. It was sloppy and but it made Hyunjin squirm, whining in between gags.

“Jinnie, if you can make Kai cum, I’ll fuck you but only for me, if you cum so be it, if you don’t, maybe ask one of the others.” “D-Damn, Minho…” “It’s what he gets for forcing me to my knees and shoving his dick in my mouth without any warning.” “Well…I-I guess that’s fair- Ah shit! I-I’m close.” The male below him hums and moves his tongue the best he can to get Kai to the edge.

He doesn’t care if he’ll get to cum or not, he just wants something.

Suddenly, Kai is falling forward over Hyunjin, his dick as far as it can go as he unloads down Hyunjin’s throat which constricts as he swallows around his tip and hums, finally getting the male to his high and being relieved that he’ll finally get filled.

“Shit, that- Ngh, y-you we’re right, his throat feels so good.” Kai stuttered before pulling out of Hyunjin’s mouth, the male humming before exhaling sharply to catch his breath. “Good Boy, Jinnie.” Kai says breathlessly which the male mewls before yelping at being pulled further down the bed by Minho.

“Yes, very good, but you heard me.” “Y-yes, please, please just fuck me already, please!” Kai moves back onto the bed next to them. “Minho, you think he’s good enough for kisses?” “Hmm, I don’t know. Are you Jinnie?” “Yes! I am, Please Kai, please kiss me, please.” He whines, pulling at the ropes on his arms as he tries to reach for the blonde.

Kai smirks before leaning down and kissing his cheek, then his jaw, then his neck, kissing everywhere but his lips, purposely avoiding them as a wicked grin grows on his lips when the male under him moans from Minho finally entering him.

Hyunjin bites his lip, trying to muffle his noises as he’s finally getting more stimulation. It’s almost too much with the vibrator still going on his sensitive dick. “P-Please remove the t-toy, P-Please, it hurts, ah~”

Kai looks at Minho, faltering for a second when he really looked at Minho’s body and face before looking into his eyes again, ignoring the smirk he wore as he simply asked with his eyes.

“Sure, but you said you suck, right?” “Yeah.” Kai replied as he turned it off and untied the ribbon. “I’d say he’s been a good boy so let’s make him cum.” Kai smiles and moves to place the toy out of the way before going back to Hyunjin to kiss him.

Out of habit, his mouth opens and Kai chuckles at his obedience, licking and tangling his tongue with Hyunjin’s. He pulls away, pecking his soft plush lips one more time before moving down.

He has Minho widen his legs more before leaning down and kissing his stomach, making his way down before kissing his tip. “Ngh~ please, more, please, Hyung.” He teasingly grazed his teeth along the side, causing his hips to jerk at the sensation, before taking Hyunjin into his mouth.

He lays on his stomach, one leg bent up as he shamelessly get hard again and moves against the bed. His right forearm rests on Hyunjin’s stomach as he holds his cock in place and his left arm his folded under him to prop himself up.

Minho chuckles at Hyunjin’s disheveled appearance before looking at Kai and brushing a hand through his blonde locks. “Damn, a top who likes sucking, never thought i’d see it.” Kai hums out what was supposed to be a chuckle. Hyunjin squirms and bucks as much as he can before he’s crying aloud and Kai can feel his stomach tighten below his hand. “I-I’m gonna- Ah~ please! I-I’m gonna cum, please!” Tears finally run down his face as he tries to buck further into Kai’s mouth but the blonde holds him down.

Kai swirled his tongue around his tip before taking him all in while Minho pushes in deeper, hitting that good spot inside him which has him crying out even louder. “Cumming!! Ah!” Kai pulls off slightly, using his hand to stroke Hyunjin through his high. When Hyunjin finishes, Kai pulls off and goes to swallow when Minho stopped him.

“Open up, I want to see.” Kai raised an eyebrow with a smug smile. “Yeah, yeah, just shut up and open.” He swats the air in regards to Kai’s teasing look, not stopping for one moment as the coil in his stomach is about to break. Kai opens his mouth, Minho groaning when he sees the younger dancers cum on his tongue. He looks into Kai’s eyes, a teasing a questioning look in them and he rolls his eyes. “Fine, yes, I want you to kiss me.” Kai breathlessly chuckles as he moves over to Minho, grabbing him by the hair at the back of his neck and pulling him in, shoving his tongue into Minho’s mouth as they swapped saliva and cum back and forth.

“mm…Hyung~” They pull apart to look at Hyunjin, the boy looking at them desperately with his mouth lazily dropped open. “Whats wrong, Jinnie?” Minho asks as he went faster, on the cusp of his release as Hyunjin whines. Kai leans down to connect his lips with Hyunjin’s, the latter humming through his whines at the pain of overstimulation as Minho manages to go even faster. Hyunjin can still taste himself on Kai’s tongue and hums, growing to like kissing Kai a lot as he gasps, feeling Minho’s release fill him up. He softly tries to grind back into Minho who pants and leans down.

Kai pulls away from Hyunjin and leans back as Minho rests for a moment on the other dancers chest, Kai raking a hand through his hair a scratching his scalp.

“So, No air fryer?” The male huffs and looks over to Kai. “No, I got my revenge.” He leans back up, slowly pulling out of Hyunjin who lays motionless. “Jin? You okay?” “Uh…Huh? Y-Yeah…” He mumbles, his head moving from side to side.

Before untying him, Minho cleaned the mess off him gently, apologizing a couple times when Hyunjin flinched by accident. After, Kai was gonna help Minho untie his legs when he was told to sit behind him instead, to hold the male. Kai did that, holding him in a comforting hold while softly kissing his shoulder. After Minho rubbed the red, irritated skin, he leaned forward and kissed him softly. Even though Minho knew he liked it, he felt bad seeing Hyunjin’s skin afterward from the ropes.

“Sorry, Jinnie.” “s’okay…” he slurred. Minho pulled him up and had Kai lay down so the younger could be on his chest so he could untie his arms. With only half the ropes gone, Minho’s eyes fell and he looked in pain. “Minho-Hyung? You okay?” Kai watches as he slowly unwraps the rest of the rope. “Yeah, just…every time he wants bondage or is punished with bondage I feel bad when I see the red marks or even bruises. Makes me hurt for him but he likes being tied up. He knows we’re concerned with the marks showing up in videos and whatnot so we made a compromise when we all first started doing stuff.”

He slowly moved Hyunjin’s arms to his sides and Kai rolled onto his so Minho can get behind Hyunjin and softly rub at this angry skin. “What was that?” “He only gets tied up on punishments. If he got tied up every session, there might be concern articles on if he was being abused. They way I tied him up is his favorite plus the marks can be covered by long sleeves.” “Well, if clothing can cover, can’t you go back to bonding all the time?” “We thought that, too, but Hyunjin said it was too much so he settled for punishments only with occasional tying outside of bonding.” “Who would’ve thought Hyunjin was kinky.” “I know right?”

Hyunjin curls further into Kai, grabbing Minho’s hand at his waist to have the older dancer hug him tighter and closer before wrapping his arms around Kai’s waist. “Damn, we’re right…Hyunjin is so pretty and handsome.” He kisses Hyunjin’s forehead before resting his head on the pillow and looking at Minho.

“Also, I didn’t know that you liked sucking-“ “Not another word or YOU will be going in the air fryer.” “Threatened with the air fryer by THE Lee Minho, at least a few Stays dream come true.” Kai laughs as he tried to get closer to Hyunjin, burying his face into Hyunjin’s shoulder.

He dozed off eventually, a smile gracing his face when he feels Minho leave a kiss on the top of his head and snuggle further under the blankets.

His knee moved and he groans. “Kai…Weren’t you humping the bed while sucking Jinnie?” “Yeah?” He mumbles a reply. “Why?” Minho sighs. “You failed to mention that you came so now the sheets need changed…” “Oh…” No one, excluding Hyunjin cause he was knocked out, made a sign of moving before Minho sighs again. “Screw it, I’ll deal with it later.”

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[mmuschi]

Taunts and Threats

Pairing: Rolan/named Tav Word Count: 3,176 AO3 Pt. 1: Drowning in Blood and Booze

Summary: While putting their plan in action to help their friend, Gale and Rolan accidently bring up a buried past.

TW: Suicidal ideations, depression, and spoilers

By the time Bethany woke up, Rolan was back in the room. He was sitting in a chair in the corner, his nose in a book. His yellow gaze flicked up as she started to stir. She had been concerningly still the entire time she was asleep, so the noise of her rolling over seemed to startle him. Bethany slowly opened her eyes to see him stare at her from the corner. She blinked several times before closing again as if to ignore his very presence. She stretched out her legs before rolling onto her belly and nuzzling her face into the pillow as if she was a feline. She was fighting drowsiness and the headache from her few too many drinks the night before. Rolan did not dare say a word as she woke up.. While Bethany inhaled a long breath, nuzzling her nose deeper into the pillow. A small smile tugged at her lips as she took in his scent, a smile only her and the pillow would have knowledge of. Everything in her urged her to snuggle into the pillow, to chase that sense of safety she did not realize he provided. She let her mind wander to his face as he concentrated on his books as the lingering scent of old ink invaded her senses. The warmth of it made her but the inside of her cheek to keep herself from grinning like an idiot. Bethany instead forced herself to sit up, though her entire body protested at the action. He simply watched as she stretched her arms above her head and let out a teary eyed yawn.

"Finally deciding to wake up?" Rolan finally spoke up as he watched her rub the sleep from her eyes. Bethany merely rolled her eyes at him, but elected not to respond. She stretched for a few more minutes before sliding herself off the bed. He watched her, his head tilting to the side slightly. She made no attempts to elaborate on what she was doing, and he was not inclined to ask. She looked around until she noticed the hilt of her rapier under the bed. She strapped it to her hip, letting out another yawn as she did so.

"Well, thank you for whatever last night was. I'm going to go find somewhere to get food or something. I'll see ya later, I guess." Bethany sounded indifferent towards him, but the way she was avoiding his gaze said otherwise. There was a faint tint of red dusting her cheek, and her jaw was tense. He slowly put the book down on the table next to him. 

"Just like that? This isn’t the annoying, selfless, hero I remember." Rolan replied, his tone taunting. She glared at him for just a moment before lifting her chin in spite of his taunting. Not bothering to grace him with a response, she just walked to the door of the room. He rolled his eyes at her attitude before pushing himself to his feat. He took a step over to block her path to the door.  “As much as I’d love you out of my hair, however, Gale requested I make sure you get food. He doesn’t trust you not to resume yesterday’s activities. So where are we going?” Rolan stated plainly, though there was a small smirk on his lips. He could detect her irritation. She gritted her teeth as she watched him speak. Despite wanting to deny him, they both knew Gale was right. 

“Elfsong tavern. I haven’t closed my room there yet. Hopefully that means you won't have to watch me sleep anymore like a creep.” Bethany crossed her arms as she replied. The response she got was a slightly amused eye roll. He stepped to the side and opened the door for her. 

“After you, your highness.” Rolan replied, giving her an over-emphasised bow. He seemed to be enjoying the way she stiffened with frustration. She shook her head and stormed out of his room. 

Bethany’s hands clenched into fists at her side as she pushed the image of his smirking face from her mind. She looked over her shoulder as she darted down the stairs only to stick her tongue out at him. She could almost hear him softly cursing in the background as she made her break for the exit. She got to the entrance of Sorcerous Sundries before he did, expertly weaving through the very few people who were shopping at this hour. As she left the building, the sunlight momentarily blinded her. She froze and immediately went to cover her eyes. Rolan managed to catch up with the help of the sun for the distraction. He grabbed her upper arm with a surprisingly strong grip she did not expect. Bethany shot him a glare over her shoulder, but did not resist him. 

“How long have I been asleep for? It only looks to be midday?” Bethany finally moved her hand from her eyes to glance at the sky. Her face was tense due to the brightness of the sun. She must have fallen asleep just after dawn, a few hours at most.

“A little over a day. It seems even someone as heroic as you needs to sleep sometimes.” Rolan replied, watching her out of the corner of his eye. The glare she cast at him only forced that smirk she hated back to his lips. Without another word she started onto the road.

Bethany took the path she knew he could follow, rolling her eyes as he did not release his grip. Despite not sharing any words, she got the hint that he was not going to let her go. She wound her way through the crowd towards the inn she had a room at, and where she thought she might find Gale. While she moved quicker than Rolan had anticipated, he still managed to keep his grip on her arm. The walk was only a few minutes before they arrived at Elfsong Tavern. She finally tried to shrug off his grip, but he only pulled her closer instead.

"For the love of the gods, would you stop trying to run off." Rolan leaned down as he hissed out the words, though he kept his grip tight and held her close. She glanced up at him with ever so slightly wide eyes before her gaze darted away.. 

"Only when you stop being an ass." Bethany hissed back, keeping her head turned away. Her cheeks had a light dusting of pink. Despite her poor mood, she still allowed him to guide her into the tavern. Now, she let her free hand rest on the rapier at her side. Her body stiffened with paranoia as she entered the noisy tavern. He glanced back at her, feeling her stiffen in his grip. His only response to her discomfort was to pull her closer. She winced as the noise hit her, almost entirely overstimulating her. While the streets were loud and chaotic, she knew the best ways to avoid and tune out most of it. Being in a loud building would only give her a headache. The two made their way to the back where the stairs were, but a familiar voice stopped them both.

"Bethany! Rolan! It is a pleasure to see you both here. I never actually thought Rolan here would leave his tower." A purple haired tiefling woman exclaimed as she approached them. She had a tray in one hand that looked just emptied. Bethany heard Rolan make a noise of annoyance next to her. A small smirk tugged at her lips as she turned her attention to Lakrissa.

"It took everything in me to drag him out of his seclusion. I was getting a little worried only talking to Lia and Cal might drive him insane!" Bethany lied with concerning ease. She plastered an all too fake smile on her face as she elbowed Rolan teasingly in the ribs. This earned her an annoyed look.

"Oh and you think being coerced into spending time with you is any better? I'd say I have mere minutes before I start losing brain cells." Rolan replied, rolling his eyes. He knew better than to point out her lies. Even if her jovial attitude was fake, it was better than her sulking. 

"Don't be so hard on her Rolan. I am sure your siblings would agree with her." Lakrissa let out a laugh at the two. While Rolan, Lia, and Cal were not siblings by blood, they certainly acted like it. 

"Yeah, Rolan, go easy on me." Bethany finally turned to him and looked up at him through her eyelashes, her lips formed in the smallest of smirks. He stared down at her for a moment, a scowl on his face. He jerked his head away and turned his attention to Lakrissa instead of Bethany. His grip on her arm only seemed to tighten.

"Doing so would only be doing you a disservice, Hero." Rolan hissed out. Bethany wasn't sure what a tiefling looked like when blushing, but he certainly looked like he could be. 

"Alright, let's leave the all powerful wizard alone. What can I do for you, Bethany." Lakrissa said through a few giggles. Bethany took a moment before replying, her attention was fixed intently on Rolan next to her. She had to tear her gaze away from Rolan before she got too distracted. There looked to be a look on her face that only Lakrissa noticed, though she smartly kept her mouth shut about it.

"We just came to find Gale." Bethany finally said after clearing her throat. The knowing look on Lakrissa's face after Bethany finally looked away from Rolan causing a faint blush to dust over her cheeks. 

"That's a shame. Gale left a few hours ago. I think he went into the upper city." Lakrissa responded. Bethany felt her body deflate with disappointment. Seeing him now would have cheered her up, even just a little bit.

"Any idea why he went there?" Bethany's voice betrayed her disappointment. Next to her, Rolan clenched his jaw.

"He unfortunately didn't say. He just let me know in case you came looking for him. He seemed very sure that you’d come by. I think I saw someone go up and talk to him, but they didn’t look like a magic caster or anything. More like a guard." Lakrissa responded, giving Rolan a confused look. Bethany had turned her gaze to the floor, not noticing the exchange of looks between the two. He gave Lakrissa a look,  silently begging for her to not say anything else. She had only been told a few details of their plan, but nothing more. “We haven’t seen you here in a day or so. Need anything to eat? I’m sure I could get you something special made?”

“It’s fine. I’m not really that hungry. Anything unique about the guard’s uniform?” Bethany didn’t look up yet. Her hand on her rapier tightened. Now both of them were giving her a confused look.

“Not particularly, why?” Lakrissa asked, a hint of suspicion sneaking into her voice.

“Nope, not at all. I’m just gonna go check on him.” Bethany’s voice was strained as she forced out her lie. She slipped out of Rolan’s grasp and hurried out, giving no reason for her hurry. 

Rolan and Lakrissa gave each other looks of confusion before he took up a brisk pace as he hurried after Bethany. He cut between a few people before he caught up to her. When he grabbed her, he gave her no time to fight back before dragging her out of the street and into a side path. He guided her up against the wall so her back was pressed against it.

"Do you think you are subtle? What was that about?" Rolan asked, his irritation coating his words. The accusation made her visibly bristle with frustration.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. Have you maybe considered that I don't like being separated from my friends?" Bethany hissed out at him, leaning up so she was closer to his face. While there was truth to her words, he also knew she was hiding something. He seemed taken aback by her ferocity in her tone. He had never seen her this mad, nor had he heard of it. Perhaps the last time was when she came storming into Sorcerous Sundries demanding for spells after Halsin had been taken by the Absolute Orin. That experience helped him learn how protective she was over her friends. 

“I suppose… There is nothing else I should know before I follow you into the Upper City, correct?" Rolan replied, carefully curating the words so he could catch if she was lying. The way she averted her gaze to the side to avoid his gaze told him exactly what he needed to know. He let out a soft sigh, even when she did not verbalize a response. “Alright, fine. If you don’t think its necessary for me to know, I get it.”

“It’s fucking complicated, alright? But, I can promise you it wont be an issue." Bethany murmured like a child being scolded. She let her gaze slowly shift back to him, her face twisting into a look of guilt. He held his gaze for a few moments before nodding.

"After everything I’ve seen you do, I trust you. There cant be anything you cant face now, Hero." While his belief in her should have made her feel better, she seemed to wince at his words. He wasn’t sure if it was the tone or that she didn’t believe in herself, but she left no time for questions.

“Let’s go find Gale. I don't trust this city enough for him to be alone. Or you for that matter.” Bethany ducked away from his grasp. She was already making her way back to the streets, not waiting for him to follow. He, of course, followed. 

"I’m touched. Lead the way, Hero." Rolan taunted as he followed her 

"Shut up." Was the only response Bethany could manage before leading him back to the main streets. She kept her head down, and her hand on her rapier at her side. Rolan fell into step with her rather quickly. They both walked in silence, minus the bustling streets around them. She walked the streets with not only purpose, but a recognition not even he had yet. She had mentioned before she was from Baldur’s Gate, but she only ever seemed uncomfortable and stressed out while in what should be her home. She had never mentioned family, at least not in front of him. She had not gone to see anyone. Nobody seemed to know her, which was odd if this was her birthplace. His mind drifted, almost losing track of where they were in the city. He wasn’t sure how long they had been walking before a voice snapped him out of his swirling mind.  

“Name and purpose.” The deep, bored voice stated. It was a guard they almost walked past on their way into the Upper City. Despite almost ignoring the man, he barely seemed agitated. He merely looked annoyed and bored.

"Bethany Byron. Considering how I just saved the city, do I need a purpose?" Bethany replied. Normally, she would be much more patient, but her worry for Gale seemed to overrule any patience she once had. She put her hand on her hip and looked up at the guard with a glare on her face.

"Ah, the runaway Grausamkeit kid. Run along.” The guard replied, curiosity now sparkling in his eye. It almost looked like her mere presence was enough to brighten his day. Though, the name he called her made her bristle with agitation. She looked as if she might lunge on the man. 

"Any other stupid questions? Or should I cut out your fucking tongue?" Bethany hissed out, her anger coming out of seemingly nowhere. She stared at him as the much larger man shrunk back away from him. He audibly swallowed as he motioned for her to go right on ahead. The longer Bethany glared at the man, the more he seemed to sweat and squirm. Just before Rolan was about to start pulling her away, she turned on her heel and marched past the checkpoint.

"What in the hells was that?" Rolan whispered as he caught up to her. That anger came from a place he had not seen before.

"Mind your own fucking business." Bethany looked over her shoulder at him as she hissed out the whisper. She gave him a glare that made him shut up and not question her any further. Deep, pushed down memories were fighting their way to the surface as she stalked her way deeper into the upper city. Her hand flexed repeatedly around her rapier. She knew the streets well enough to only have to be partially paying attention to find her way through.

“Yeah, sure… Hero…” There was a tone in Rolan’s voice that she recognized as fear. It only made her body stiffen. The anger in her body was so hot it was painful. It took all her self control to not let it boil to the surface. She let her subconscious map lead her to where she assumed Gale had gone. 

Rolan followed Bethany through the Upper City, he kept a watchful eye on her. While he was told she had bouts of anger, sometimes even bloodshed, this was not what he was expecting. He had even doubted the warning with what he had seen of her thus far. He followed her in silence, his discomfort all but said. Bethany could feel it, but she couldn’t be certain if it was just his discomfort, or fear. Giving Gale the benefit of the doubt that he was not seeking out his wretched goddess, Bethany led them to the largest library in Baldur’s Gate. She only stopped right outside the doors. She let her head tilt back, and she took a deep breath. She exhaled at the sky very slowly. When she finally turned to look at Rolan, who looked less uncomfortable by that point, she managed to give him an apologetic smile. 

“Listen, I’m sorry you had to see that. I’d rather use their fear of that name than try to convince them what I’m not.” Bethany made an attempt to apologize and explain, but without the full truth, the look she got was slightly distrustful. If she could, she would curl into herself and never come out. Her embarrassment was almost too heavy.

“No apologies are needed. Is this where you think Gale is?” Rolan brushed past the apology, skipping straight to the point of their travels. He looked up and down the large building before looking back to her.

“It’s the only place I can think of. If he went to a temple for Mystra, I will kill everyone there.” Bethany replied with a shrug. She did not wait for a response before she entered the building.

[random-myxs]

HELLO :P

this is gonna be lee! Tommy and Ler! Tubbo :D

Clingy duo my beloved<3

Warnings: sad tommy, and like one swear- Nothing more!

This is my first time writing and I'm not a great writer so don't expect this to be good lol

This is all platonic, people that ship them please go away

Words: 547

This is a tickle fic, if you don't like that leave

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Sleepy problems,

It was a beautiful night in L'manburg. It was peace, and Tubbo thought it was the right time to visit Tommy.

He was at his doorstep, he knocked, but no answer, he could only hear sad noises, noises that broke his heart in two.

”Is everything okay Toms?.. " He asks worried.

No response.....

He decided to go inside, luckily the door was open. He opened the door and peaks his head trough the door.

He saw Tommy under a blanket, hugging a pillow for what tubbo though comfort. He came inside and sat next to him.

"Tommy..Whats wrong?.." He asked quietly.

"Nothing. Just please leave, I want to be alone." He said.

But Tubbo didn't leave, he cares about his best friend, and he knows he's not okay. He stroke a hand through tommys hair.

"Tommy, Don't lie to me, I know your not okay. Please tell me what's wrong, i care about you Toms!" Tubbo said worried.

Tommy didn't response, Tubbo was going through enough and he didn't want to put him in more problems.

"Please Tommy, please tell me what's wrong!" Tubbo pleased. " I care so much about you!"

"I-its just, sigh, I just can sleep a-and I'm just so tired!" He cried out.

Tubbo said nothing, he just picked Tommy up and hugt Tommy tight. Hugging Tommy with one hand and the other playing with his hair.

Then, Tubbo had a idea, to cheer Tommy up, And also get Tommy to sleep, he didn't want to have a sad Tommy!

"Hey Toms, I think I have a idea to help you sleep!" Tubbo said.

"Hmm?...." Tommy asked quietly.

Tubbo didn't respond but just traced fingers over Tommy's stomach.

Tommy squealed and giggled

"Hey! Tubbohoh!" Tommy giggled

"Yes? That's my name Toms! What's wrong?" Tubbo said, like he wasn't ticking Tommy.

Tubbo smiled, seeing how happy Tommy looked now, he loved Tommy, they have been best friends since they where little, he cares about him more then anything else.

"Tubbohoh, Stohohop!" Tommy giggled.

Tubbo knew he didn't want this to stop,he knew that Tommy loved being touch this way.

"Oh, but why? I think you like it!" Tubbo answered.

He decided to change spots, so he went for his hips, the spot gave Tommy laughter and squeals. Tubbo adored the sounds.

Tommy became sleepy and Tubbo saw that. He decided to stop and rubbed the ghost tickles away. Tommy fell asleep in a second.

They cuddled and both fell asleep. Before Tubbo fell asleep he took a photo of him cuddling with Tommy, because he fucking adored Tommy when he's sleeping.

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Sorry if this is short and a bit weird -_-

Anyways like this took 2 days-

Hope you enjoyed this! I'll promise to write more of just don't have much motivation-

Anyways I hope you'll have a good day/night! :D <3

[lilyevanstan1325]

❤️ Still Falling For You ❤️

Chapter 2

Nora POV

“Miss Stark it's time to get up.Miss Stark?"

The gentle but authoritarian voice of mama Lupe wakes me up from my dream leaving a strange feeling on me.

I think I had a beautiful dream, like those dreams that you feel were beautiful but as soon as you open your eyes you cannot remember and you are left with a strange bitter taste in your mouth.

And that's exactly what's happening to me.

I know the dream was pleasant but I just can't remember what I was dreaming about...the only thing I remember is that there were a pair of deep blue eyes staring at me as if I were a Venus.

I roll on my stomach, moaning slightly irritated.

Now I'll just think about this dream and I'll just feel irritated because I don't remember it.

Mama Lupe opens the doors of the large window in my room, pulling back the heavy white and gold brocade curtains to let in the first rays of the sun.

Light that obviously beats heavily on my face forcing me to carry the pillow on my head.

"Get up miss.Your parents are already in the kitchen.You know they both want you downstairs so they can say hello before they leave so you have to hurry.I'm going to wake up your brother Peter”

The voice of my sweet nanny comes muffled because of the pillow that covers my head.

God I just don't want to get up and above all I absolutely don't want to see my parents.

“Tell them I'm sick.Or that I'm dead.I don't care and I'm sure they won't care either" I murmur annoyed.

I narrow my eyes trying to remember for the last time what or rather who I was dreaming, I try hard but suddenly the sunlight returns to hit me straight in the face, distracting me from my thoughts.

Mama Lupe pulled the pillow off my head and literally ripped the covers off me.

"Oh c’mon mamacita!" I grumble going back to lie down on my back and putting my arm over my face.

I peek under it and right next to my bed mama Lupe is watching me with a raised eyebrow and her hands on her hips, in her usual pose that indicates that she is about to scold me.

I pull my arm away from my face and stop for a moment to look at the woman in front of me.

Maria Lupe Ruiz, for all of us mama Lupe, has been working for the Stark family since time immemorial.

She comes from Spain, she arrived in America about fifty years ago and she was immediately hired by my grandmother Maria so that my father would have a figure next to him to help him in everyday life.

Grandma Maria and Grandpa Howard have always been too busy to take care of their only child so mama Lupe has become more than just a nanny for my father over time.

She was his one and only point of reference in his whole life, she became such an important part of his life that although my father was already grown up he never allowed Lupe to be fired so she transformed in the house maid.

Mama Lupe cooked and did laundry, cleaned the house and, if necessary, she also did small maintenance jobs.

She was the one running the cabin.

On the sudden death of my grandparents, my father became morbidly attached to Lupe and despite Tony being now a man of twenty she became his lovely nanny again.

She has been with him every single moment.

She was there holding his hand on the day of the Starks' funeral.

She was there when my father felt he couldn't make it.

She accompanied him to the altar when on a spring day twenty years ago he married Virginia Potts, whom he nicknamed Pepper, the daughter of a simple postman and an elementary school teacher.

She was there next to him when I was born and the same happened seven years ago with the birth of my brother Peter.

So mama Lupe is not just a maid, she is part of the family.

And although I am now grown up always makes me happy to receive her sweet attention.

She is the only one who has ever shown me a shred of love in this family.

Before Peter's birth I had no one but her, she was my only family.

“Eleanor, mi querida, they are your parents” Mama Lupe says softly.

I snort interrupting her.

She looks at me intently as she moves her time-stamped hands from her hips and slowly crosses her arms in front of her generous breasts.

"Don't look at me like this.You know” I tell her with a hard voice.

I get up and sit down while my feet touch the polished floor entirely made of refined Carrara marble.

Mama Lupe sighs but I cut her off even before she can speak.

“It's all like an endless loop mama.You've seen my grandparents do it and now he, he and my mom are doing it to me.To Peter” I hiss in anger.

This is really the only thing I will never be able to understand.

According to mama Lupe, my father suffered terribly from the lack of attention and love from his parents.

Yet here we are!

With him acting exactly like them.

And I can't get over it.

When I find myself fantasizing about my future I always hope that one day to my children I will be everything that Tony and Pepper Stark were not to me.

I could never make this torture pass to my flesh and blood.

Yet they succeed and do it with the total absence of guilt.

My father is always too busy between trials and meetings with wealthy men.

My mother, on the other hand, is always too busy chasing the latest fashion or going around clubs to have party with her friends.

Too busy living their lives to think about their children.

I've blamed myself for years, thinking it was my fault they didn't love me enough.

I blamed myself for never being enough…but then over time I realized that the fault was never mine and so all my pain turned to anger.

I grew up alone, with no love from people who are supposed to love me more than anything else in the world.

Yeah I have mama Lupe but basically I just wanted what all the other children had.

The love of mom and dad.

But if I have resigned myself over time, there is still another thing that tears my soul apart.

Seeing Peter that day after day realizes that his parents don't love him as they should.

Sometimes he asks me why mom and dad never spend time with us and why when they do it's always so cold.

And I punctually find myself forced to give him all the bullshit that mama Lupe has told me over the years.

They are too busy.

They do it for us.

When you grow up you will understand.

Yeah, I understand.

I understand that they don't love me.

Easy.

And lying to Peter is one of the things I hate most in the world but how can I tell a seven year old that mom and dad prefer money, success, power to him?

I've been there before him in all of this and it sucks.

You feel guilty about something you have no control over.

And that's why the first moment my eyes landed on my sweet little brother, I made a promise to myself.

Although I was just eleven, I promised myself that I would love him with all my heart and that I would do everything to make him feel loved.

Not to make him feel alone.

I want Peter when he grows up and looks back he will think I was loved, at least one member of my family loved me with all her heart.

And this thing I will never be able to say.

My parents don't love me.

I am just yet another trophy to show off.

The model daughter, with good grades in school.

I'm just that.

I'm just Tony Stark's heir.

Nothing more.

Mama Lupe's gaze softens and her deep black eyes stare at me full of sadness.

She knows the truth but in her heart she still hopes that deep inside the megalomaniac lawyer Stark is still hiding the little Anthony whom she loved and raised.

“You know what your parents are like, they may seem cold but they love you.In their own way but they love you” she whispers trying to reassure me with a smile.

I refrain from rolling my eyes, I don't want to offend the only person who has filled me with love in these almost eighteen years of life.

I nod.

I avoid speaking because at this moment only bad words would come out of my mouth.

Mama Lupe smiles at me again as she walks out of my room to Peter's.

I shake my head disconsolately.

My parents love me...what great bullshit.

The only thing my mother loves is money and maybe my father.

My father, on the other hand, only loves work, he loves the power that comes with it.

I get up and go to the bathroom in my room.

I pause for a moment in front of the mirror and trying to clear my mind of any bad vibes I start brushing my teeth.

As I look at my reflection in the mirror, a thought suddenly strikes me, causing a smile to appear on my face that goes from ear to ear.

Today is Thursday, which means I'm spending my lunch break with Barnes.

For the past two weeks we have seen each other in the same place and at the same time every Tuesday and Thursday.

I bring lunch and he helps me with math.

And I must admit that in two weeks I have learned more than I could ever hope for.

Of course it often happens that he has to repeat the same concept over and over again but he never loses patience with me and always with a smile on his lips he manages to help me.

And his eyes...

God his eyes are always so kind.

So beautiful.

I love looking at his profile while he's talking or eating or reading.

I sigh aware of what is happening to me.

I think I have a crush on James Barnes.

But I honestly can't figure out if I could interest him in this way.

Barnes never seems to have ever shown any interest in anyone so I have no idea how is his ideal type of girl.

For my part, I tried to flirt with him a little but without success because in addition to being denied in this, the maximum response I receive from him are weak and embarrassed smiles.

I have an idea that has been in my head for a few days but I have not the faintest idea how to tell him.

And above all, I don't know if it's a good idea after all.

I sigh shaking my head.

I rinse my face and then go back to the room.

I grab the clothes I prepared last night and put them on without thinking too much, then I put on my shoes and take a last look in the mirror.

For today I chose a cream-colored knit dress, long up to mid-calf with two deep side slits and at the foot I am wearing my beloved white Converse All Star.

I chose this dress because it enhances my soft shapes.

And above all, I chose it hoping to impress a certain person.

Oh my God am I really that pathetic?

I fix my hair with my hands one last time and then I grab my backpack and put in it the camera and the books that I will need for today's lessons, then I grab my brown teddy coat from the closet and get off ran up the stairs.

The rubber of my shoes creaks on the polished marble floors, attracting the attention of the person in front of me.

Right in the middle of the staircase is my little brother who has turned towards me, smiling at me radiantly.

He is lovely wrapped in his little school uniform.

My heart melts and I approach him to be able to take him in my arms.

His arms immediately wrap around my neck and his lips rest softly on my cheek.

"Morning Nora" he yawns placing his cheek on my shoulder, his sweet breath caressing the skin of my neck.

“Good morning to you too Pete.Are you still tired?"

Peter nods, snuggling even more into my arms.

And so with my backpack on my shoulder and my little brother tight in my arms I reach the kitchen.

In the center of the room there is a huge antique oak table.

My father is sitting at the head of the table in his usual super expensive suit reading The Wall Street Journal and sipping his strictly bitter coffee.

At his left side is my mother, already very elegant in her immaculate white suit, she is sitting elegantly with her legs crossed and at her feet a pair of exaggerated heels stand out.

I get dizzy with it just looking at them.

And she too, like my father, is intent on reading but her reading is nothing more than one of those stupid gossip magazines.

Mama Lupe is focused on sautéing something, something I suppose is our breakfast.

"Good morning" I murmur trying to keep a cheerful tone, I'm not going to let my parents ruin my mood, not this morning.

I'll see Barnes today, the rest doesn't matter.

My father looks up at me looking over the frame of his whimsical glasses.

I approach the table making Peter sit in his place and leaving a kiss between his tidy dark hair.

“Good morning Eleanor.Good morning Peter” my father replies with a half smile.

Peter turns to him, in his eyes you can see the desire to receive the attention of his father.

"Hi daddy" he chirps back but our father has already brought his attention back to his finance magazine.

Peter's smile fades from his face as he looks down at his hands resting on the table.

My jaw stiffens.

I swear I'm holding back with all my strength from yelling at these soulless parents.

As I make my way to my seat at the big table my mother deigns to take her gaze from the magazine she holds in her hands, placing it on me.

And in the time of a blink of her eye, her smile drops from her face.

“Oh Eleanor!How did you put on?" she asks me shaking her head disconsolately.

Peter turns his attention away from his hands to turn it to our mother.

Pepper very rarely turns to Peter.

Her main purpose is to make my life hell by belittling me every time she gets the chance.

I look down for a moment to observe my clothing.

Where was I wrong this time?

Yet I wear a dress, which I rarely do.

"What?" I ask disoriented.

"What are those?" she gasps almost in disgust, pointing to my feet.

I observe her by raising an eyebrow.

"They are shoes" I reply almost bored.

"Eleanor don't use sarcasm with your mother" my father scolds me without even taking his eyes off that damned newspaper.

I sit down aware that there will be yet another discussion this morning.

“It's not sarcasm.I simply answered her question" I answer by placing a fine linen napkin on my legs, I really wouldn't want a few drops of maple syrup to stain my dress forcing me to have to rack my brains to choose a new dress.

“You know what I mean Eleanor.Why don't you dress a little more appropriately?" my mother asks me shaking her head discouraged.

“Mom is school.It's not Milano Fashion Week" I mutter as I grab the crystal jug with the orange juice and pour a generous dose into my glass.

"I know it's school but you could dress more suited to your status"

Mama Lupe meanwhile approaches me putting three pancakes on my plate.

"No Lupe, take one off" orders my mother gesturing towards my plate.

Reluctantly I watch Mama Lupe take a pancake off my plate.

I love so much her pancakes.

Her mortified eyes turn to mine and I gently shake my head to let her know that everything is fine, that it is not her fault.

If there is one thing that haunts my mother more than fashion or plastic surgery, it is physical fitness.

Pepper is almost fifty years old and yet her physique looks like that of a twenty-five year old.

Every day she trains for about two hours with Juan, a 24-year-old personal trainer full of muscles and with a bright smile.

For my mother, appearing is all that matters.

I look down at my plate biting my tongue until I taste the taste of my own blood, I don't want to start a discussion that will eventually end with her humiliating me for the umpteenth time.

I feel Peter's eyes on me, even if he is a little boy he can perfectly perceive the tension that has arisen so to avoid him worrying more I turn my head towards him and blatantly roll my eyes making a face.

He chuckles, attracting the attention of my father who, after having drunk the last sip of coffee, places the newspaper on the table and stands up.

Peter follows his every move closely.

"This morning I have a business meeting near your school Peter, would you like if you come with me in the car today instead of taking the bus?"

At his words, my brother snaps like a spring and puts the last half pancake in his mouth, almost threatening to choke.

My father smiles.

A genuine smile that appears very rarely on his lips and the few times it happens is when Peter is involved.

Although he never lets himself go to great displays of affection, Peter seems to be the only one who manages to break through his heart.

My mother looks in disgust on Peter, her own son.

"What manners are these Peter?" she scolds him with a sharp look.

Peter swallows the pancake apologizing in a whisper but forgetting it shortly after because he is too excited at the idea of spending a few more moments with his dad.

Our father strokes his head and then holds out his hand, Peter grabs it with a toothy grin and so, holding hands, they leave the kitchen.

I smile happily.

Even though it's too late for me to love him or to be loved, I'm glad Peter has these little moments of happiness.

Mama Lupe says goodbye and she go upstairs to clean the rooms so the Ice Queen and I are left alone.

“You know I was serious earlier Eleanor” my mother suddenly says.

I stiffen.

I'm not ready to argue with her, I just want to get up and get out of this damn house.

I ignore her trying to finish my breakfast as quickly as possible.

“Don't ignore me Eleanor Maria”

I hate it when she uses my full name.

"I'm not ignoring you mom" I reply, finally looking into her eyes.

My mother is really beautiful.

She has long blond hair and skin that appears to be made of porcelain.

Her big blue eyes are capable of hypnotizing you.

But if outside her the features seem those of an angel, inside her resides a coldness and a wickedness that would make Satan envy.

She is always ready to judge everything and everyone from the top of her status.

God what a disgusting word.

As if money or power could define a person.

More money equals better person.

Fortunately, this is not the case, not for me.

"Eleanor you are almost eighteen years old and you are one of the most important heiresses in America, don't you think you should start bringing honor to your name?And maybe you could start looking around” she chirps in a sweet voice.

"Look around?" I ask confused.

"Yes sweetie.Start looking for someone who could support you in life”

Without being able to restrain myself I burst out laughing, I laugh until I have tears in my eyes.

“Mom, I'm almost eighteen, not thirty-eight.I don't think it's time” I reply shaking my head.

Instead she continues to look at me more serious than ever.

"I was your age when I met your father" she hisses almost offended.

I roll my eyes getting up and wearing my coat with quick gestures.

"I'll take care of the men when the time comes" I repeat walking towards the door.

“And when will the time be?When you are thirty and your physique will not something to be desired?"

I stop at her words.

She can't have said it seriously.

As if my highest aspiration is to be loved for my body or my bank account.

I remain motionless without being able to move, unable to speak.

Her heels click behind me until she reaches me and stops behind me.

I slowly turn towards her and we remain to observe each other for a few moments.

There is no loving gaze between us, no mother and daughter.

We look like two perfect strangers.

I often wonder why she had children.

Maybe she did it only because society imposed it on her.

“Eleanor behaving like this and with your stupid libertine ideas you will never do anything good in life.You are safe only because you are a Stark and you already have a future otherwise you would be just a little failed dreamer” she hisses furiously.

I feel the blood boil in my veins and my heart starts pumping furiously in my chest.

"Sorry?" I ask outside of myself giving her a chance to take back what she just said.

She smiles slightly shaking her head.

“Your dreams will get you nowhere.Your art, your photos will be of no use to you.Get your head right honey, becomes a great lawyer and marries a wealthy man.Only in this way can you feel truly fulfilled"

I look at her with eyes wide open with disbelief.

I stare at her perfect features of her looking for a small flaw, a small hint of some expression that can make me understand that she is not really serious.

She can't be.

I feel the tears stinging my eyes but I push them back.

I do what I do best now, suffocate the pain with anger.

“I am not you.And I don't want to be like you” I spit through my teeth.

Her gaze in response seethes with anger.

I hit her nerve.

To her ears it is a heresy that her own daughter does not want to look like the perfect Pepper Potts.

I turn my back and stride away from her.

I get into my car, throwing my backpack onto the seat next to me and, as I get out of gas I move away from this hell hole.

Bucky POV

I'm nervous.

As I stride towards the library my hands continue to sweat relentlessly and my heart does not want to stop its furious rush.

It's just a nice gesture.

Nothing more.

So why am I so fucking nervous?

Yet in these fortnight everything has been wonderfully perfect with Eleanor.

This is because she is wonderfully perfect.

Suggests my brain.

I sigh as I enter the large doors.

I show my school ID to the librarian and walk over to our table.

Our table.

This ours sounds far too wonderful to my ear.

Me, Eleanor and ours are certainly not words I would ever have thought of putting in the same sentence.

I'm the first to arrive so I sit and wait.

I look out of the large window and smile.

I've been doing it a lot lately.

I smile when I think of her.

I smile when I talk to her.

In this fortnight we got to know each other better, I discovered that we have many things in common.

We both love art and music.

I think back to our first meeting.

I'm sure she thought that I wasn't okay with my head, but besides observing her bewildered, I absolutely didn't know what else to do.

I mean Eleanor Stark was talking to me.

She was talking to me, James Barnes.

And in those few kind words and in her sweet smiles I realized how she really is a special person.

Her kindness is truly real, boundless.

A girl of her caliber would have been disgusted to sit next to me thinking twice...but not her.

She asked me to stay.

She asked me to meet again.

And now here we are.

Spending these few moments with her helps me to face my days at school with more strength.

They help me cope with my homecoming.

Walker and his friends continue to torment me while my father in turn continues to vent his anger on me for his miserable life and yet I continue to smile and wait for these few hours to the seventh to be able to see her again.

Footsteps behind me make my breathing quicken.

Finally she is here.

I turn to her smiling shyly but the smile dies on my lips and my eyes open wide in wonder.

I believe my jaw dropped on the floor at the moment.

I know I should compose myself but I just can't.

And as if that weren't enough to make the situation worse, my erection pushing furiously against the flap of my jeans.

I can usually keep my body's reactions at bay but today I feel my brain doesn't want to cooperate.

“Hi” Eleanor whispers as she approaches and as she usually takes her seat next to me.

“Hi” I stammer with my face on fire.

God today she is truly breathtakingly beautiful.

The dress she wears perfectly follows every curve of her, highlighting her narrow waist and generous breasts.

I look away embarrassed by her directing my attention towards my backpack, where I dip my hands in search of what I brought for her today.

I try to figure out how to get through this hour with her boobs that seem to literally scream at me to grab them in my hands.

Or how to resist the sight of her thighs appearing between the slits of her skirt with every little movement of her.

For a moment I let myself go to my most perverse fantasies.

I imagine kissing her, stroking her hips and slipping my hands under that skirt.

I imagine squeezing the tender flesh of her thighs between my fingers as my tongue continues to invade her mouth.

I imagine the sinful moan that comes out of her lips as my lips descend all the way down her neck and then get lost in her lustful breast.

"What are you looking for in there?" Eleanor chuckles tearing me away from my fantasies.

I jump like an idiot and turn to her.

Her crossed arms are resting on the table and her head rests on them.

She looks at me with an amused smile on her lips.

I stammer something indefinite.

Damn!

I clear my throat.

“I have a present for you” I mutter embarrassed as I pull a small plastic container out of my backpack.

She straightens up immediately with a strange expression on her face.

"A present?" she asks bewildered.

I scratch the back of my neck embarrassed.

"Yeah...I...I made it for you" I say hurriedly, handing her the container.

She grabs it, there is still an indecipherable expression on her face.

Her eyes are planted in mine, leaving me breathless.

With the light coming in through the windows this morning they look almost the same color as amber.

I feel like a prey bewitched by its predator, ready to succumb to its attack.

We simply remain observing ourselves, without moving.

Without speaking.

Then she frees me from the prison of her eyes and focuses on the small container she squeezes between her thin, delicate fingers.

I watch her as she lifts the lid and her eyes dilate.

Slowly her gaze returns to me.

"You did it?" she incredulous question.

I nod unable to find my voice.

Eleanor places the container on the table and with a trembling hand grabs the contents studying it carefully.

"Did you really do it?"

"I swear" I smile at her.

And she smiles at me in turn.

Eleanor observes the little tart in her hands and a moment later she brings it to her lips and takes a bite.

She sinks her teeth into the pastry firmly.

She closes her eyes and a moan of pure enjoyment escapes her lips.

And another discharge of pure excitement runs through me entirely making me swallow empty.

Eleanor Stark is standing here in front of me moaning with pleasure and I feel like I'm losing my mind.

I clench my hands in fists trying to curb my desire for her.

Eleanor just wants to be my friend, she feels sorry for me and she is just showing compassion towards another human being.

That's all.

I have to stop making mental films.

"Oh my God!Oh my..." she murmurs opening her eyes.

Hers tongue licks her upper lip trying to pick up the cream that escaped her bite.

With two fingers she grabs a raspberry and puts it in her mouth.

She continues to chew smiling at me.

"It's a shortcrust pastry tart with cocoa, with a coconut cream and berries" I explain ignoring the direction of my thoughts, I have to try to free my mind from certain thoughts.

“God Barnes you should open a bakery.You have a monstrous talent” she replies, taking another voracious bite of the tart.

She really seems to like it.

I shrug indifferently.

“I'm really serious Barnes.Have you ever thought about making it a profession?You know men who know how to cook are really sexy” she retorts with a sly look, winking at me.

I blush at her words.

Is she flirting with me by any chance?

Nah what nonsense!

Eleanor continues to look at me as if she really expected an answer from me.

I give up on the topic of sexy men, I do not understand if her was a simple statement or if she was flirting with me.

Yeah, you would like it man.

My cursed conscience laughs at me.

“I like to dabble in cooking but I don't think I'll ever do it as a job”

My father would kill me.

But her does not need to know this.

Cooking this very simple dessert was already an odyssey for me.

I had to ask Joe if I could use his oven and when he asked me why I wanted to make a dessert I just told him the truth.

That is, it was for the girl I liked.

But when he asked why I didn't do it in my house, I had to lie and tell him that the oven in my house was broken.

Joe wished me good luck and made me go up to his house, which is right above his shop.

To thank him, I made a tart for him too.

Eleanor has finished the whole tart and tastefully licks the tip of her index finger where a little cream was left.

My mind paints the image of her lips wrapped around something else...something else of mine.

I shake my head firmly.

That's enough or I won't even get to the next hour without cum in my underwear like a stupid idiot.

Eleanor smiles at me again.

“Thanks, you were really sweet.And your tart was really delicious”

She smiles beaming.

"It was a pleasure ma'am" I replied, bowing my head slightly forward.

We both burst out laughing.

“Ok ok!Come on help me with these damn homework.I don't understand anything about it” she sighs as she pulls her chair closer to mine.

Now our shoulders touch.

I grab my book from my backpack and after looking for the page with the topic that I will have to explain to her, I turn to her who, all concentrated, waits for me to speak.

But on her chin there is a little cream left which attracts my attention and makes me laugh.

"What?" she asks, looking around, unable to understand what amuses me.

“You…you have something on your face.Here” I tell her, pointing to her chin and trying to be as polite as possible.

I don't want her to think I'm laughing at her.

Eleanor's face turns red.

"Where?" she asks embarrassed making her hand wander over her chin but not finding the right spot.

I laugh amused.

"Here.Wait” I reply bringing my hand close to her face.

I grab her chin between forefinger and thumb and with the latter I rub the cream off.

I realize the gesture I made when Eleanor's hazel eyes widen and her cheeks turn even redder.

There is a storm of emotion in her eyes and for a moment, for a single moment, I feel as if she likes my touch.

My heart beats furiously and its echo reverberates deafeningly in my head.

In a completely instinctive gesture I trace the outline of her lips with the tip of my thumb.

As soon as my skin comes into contact with her soft lips, she open it and her warm breath touches the tip of my finger and my skin is literally on fire in that point.

The same fire that's burning in my eyes.

In her eyes.

I immediately retract my hand, murmuring an apology on my lips.

And rejecting everything I feel, everything I feel, I return to focus on the book in front of me.

Eleanor's eyes burn down my profile but I'm too cowardly to face her.

I ignore her hoping that she too will let go of whatever just happened between us.

Maybe you should kiss her and stop acting like a shit.

Or you could stop saying bullshit fucking conscience.

"So" I stammer clearing my throat.

"Tell me what you don't understand"

I hear Eleanor sigh but despite this I continue to keep my gaze fixed on the book.

"I don't understand how to do this calculation" she murmurs in a dejected voice.

"Now you have understood?" I ask after explaining the same thing to her four times.

Eleanor smiles beaming.

"Yes, I finally understood"

I remain enchanted to observe her while she smiles in that delightful way that I like so much.

“Sorry I'm a landslide” she giggles as she begins to pick up her things.

“Nah!You are not a landslide, you just need a few more explanations” I reply.

“Yeah…just a few…” she murmurs as she rolls her eyes.

We laugh together.

The embarrassment that was created before seems to have disappeared.

That's good.

I couldn't bear to lose her company just because of a foolish illusion of mine.

What a jerk I am.

How could I have thought that she could want something more from me?

I lean my back against the back of the chair and with my hands immersed in the pockets of the large sweatshirt I'm wearing I watch her put all her things in order.

God she is really beautiful.

I drink of every move of her like a thirsty man in the desert.

She bends forward to pick up her pencil case and my eye falls right on her neckline, below it I can see a strip of white lace.

And my cock for the umpteenth time makes me feel its presence strong and clear.

Yeah my friend, I know.

Eleanor stands up carrying a lock of hair behind her ear while she makes sure she has taken everything.

Finally I get up too and put all my things in bulk in my old and worn backpack.

We walk together but just before reaching the exit she freezes.

"Damn!" she mumbles, slapping her palm against her forehead.

"What happens?" I ask confused.

Maybe she realized we were about to leave the library together.

Usually she goes away first and after a few minutes I go away.

I always did it to leave her free to decide whether to show up with me or not and she never replied so it became like a tacit agreement between us.

But then she smiles.

“I promised Wanda to get her a science book.I have to go back.You go ahead.See you Tuesday"

"Are you sure?Do you need help?" I ask her eager to earn even just a few more short moments with her.

She shakes her head.

"I can take care of myself Barnes" she giggles, giving me a wink she go away from me.

I watch her until she disappears among the high shelves.

I remain impaled like a stupid until my feet move by themselves in the same direction from which she disappeared.

What the hell am I doing?

I don't know but I can't stop.

I look for her among the shelves until I see her.

Her beautiful profile stands out before my eyes.

She is on her tiptoes and she is pushing her arm as hard as she can to try and grab a book from the top shelf.

I smile and I approach her to help her and when I reach her side I raise my arm and grab the book.

"Luckily you knew how to take care of yourself" I mocked her jokingly.

Eleanor at first jumps from fear then turning to me and she hits my chest hard with her small hand.

“God Barnes!You scared the shit out of me!" she scolds me in a low voice.

I laugh with amusement at her funny expression.

And when my laughter is lost in the air around us, an awkward and tense silence returns overwhelmingly.

This part of the library is more isolated, there are no windows but only narrow and long corridors illuminated by some neon.

I hand her the book and she grabs it and hugs it to her chest.

Our gazes are chained to each other and we remain so, silent and motionless, studying each other.

Then for a split second her gaze falls to my lips.

I watch her as she tortured her lower lip with her teeth.

I can't do that.

I can't kiss her.

I am nobody.

I am just an outcast of this society devoted to money and consumerism.

I'm an ordinary nobody destined to have nothing good in this life.

I'm not a nice guy, I don't have a beautiful or sexy body, and I'm not a confident guy.

I allow my father to destroy my body and soul, the man who should help me face this life.

No girl will ever be attracted to a weak and pathetic guy like me.

I am nothing.

And she is Eleanor Stark.

She could have it all.

She has the world at her feet.

Why should she ever settle for someone like me?

I take a step back and for the second time I break our eye contact.

"I have to go Eleanor" I murmur with my eyes down.

Right now I can't even look into her eyes.

"James" a strangled whisper and a deafening thud.

The science book lies on the floor as Eleanor's arms are tied around my neck and her lips are pressed to mine.

She presses them hard as she lifts herself up onto her toes.

Her eyes are closed while mine are wide open in shock and my arms hang lifeless along my body.

Eleanor is kissing me.

Eleanor Stark is kissing me.

She wanted it.

This is not a fantasy.

This is reality and in this reality she chose to kiss me.

And now it is my turn, now or never.

And so I let myself go.

I raise my arms and with a trembling hand I grab her hips.

A shiver shakes her and her lips press even more forcefully against mine.

In response to her enthusiasm I begin to kiss her too.

Our lips brush, gently rubbing each other and with my heart beating so hard that I think it can be heard from miles away I push myself further.

I part my lips and with the tip of my tongue I caress her lips, full and soft.

Eleanor moans opening her lips in turn and a moment later my tongue is in her mouth.

I have no idea what to do, I've never kissed a girl, so I let myself be guided by my instincts.

I bring my body close to hers by pressing her against the shelf behind her, a moan escapes from her lips and I don't know if it's for surprise or for pleasure but that's enough for me to unleash the sleeping beast inside me.

I let myself go completely to the kiss.

My tongue caresses Eleanor's with passion, I move it together with her in an unknown but pleasant dance.

Much more than pleasant.

In the heat of the moment I push my hips towards her, rubbing it against her abdomen ripping out of her another moan.

Her hands caress my neck and then move towards my chest where they forcefully claw my sweatshirt.

My head is spinning as my breath gets shorter and shorter.

I move my hands from her hips and slowly with my fingertips I caress her thighs through the slits in her skirt and then I go up to her arms, I stroke them up and down and then I bring my hands to her face.

I wrap my finger around her beautiful face and as I continue to kiss her I gently rub my thumbs against her delicate skin.

Her perfume invades my nostrils.

My head.

My heart.

It is a strong fragrance, delicate like flowers and strong like wood.

Oriental.

I feel overwhelmed.

As if I flew up to the sun and after getting burned I fell down at a speed that leaves no alternative but crashing to the ground.

And even if you already know it's going to hurt like hell, you'll want to do it again.

And again.

And again.

A pleasant torture that worth every drop of blood.

We are now short of oxygen and we just have to separate.

We slowly move away only a few inches.

I slowly open my eyes.

Her's are still closed so I take this opportunity to kiss her again.

Gently and delicately I kissing her slowly and Eleanor lets herself be guided by me, it is as if she were clay in my hands.

She too grabs my face in her hands.

Now her fingers too slowly caress my cheekbones.

Ours lips touch, ours hands study new horizons.

The world around us seems to have disappeared, it's just me and her.

James and Eleanor.

The only sound around us is the crazy beating of our hearts.

Eleanor opens her eyes again.

For a moment there is only silence and a deep sense of fear makes room in me.

What if she pushes me away?

What if this kiss meant nothing to her?

What if she regrets it?

But then one thing happens.

Eleanor smiles at me.

Her hands come off my face to tie around my waist and her head rests on my chest.

She is hugging me and I feel that in this exact moment we are more intimate than when we were kissing.

I too hold her in my arms, sinking my face into her soft and scented hair.

After a few seconds of this moment of bliss a serene and amused voice resounds behind us.

“Oh Nora!Really?"

Eleanor stiffens and I immediately pull my arms away from her body, throwing my hands up in the air as if giving up.

I turn my head in the direction of that voice.

Behind me with a sly smile on his lips is Pietro Maximoff.

I continue to keep my arms raised as Eleanor lifts her face in search of my gaze without ever loosening her grip on my body.

"Everything is fine.He's a friend” she murmurs and then sinks her face back into my chest.

I embrace her again.

If before I thought that my heart could come out of my chest now I'm afraid it could just explode.

She did not dodge me, she continues to hug me regardless of the fact that we have just caught together.

She is not ashamed of me.

Pietro raises an eyebrow as he crosses his arms across his chest.

“Hey Wanda come here!You will not believe your eyes" chuckles Pietro, drawing the attention of his sister.

“Oh P!Shut the fuck up!” Eleanor chuckles raising her head to focus her gaze on her friend.

Pietro approaches, holding out his hand to me.

“How you doin', dude?I am Pietro” he introduces himself smiling at me.

I don't know if this is really happening or if in a few minutes I'll wake up sweaty and panting in my bedroom.

Eleanor intercepts my bewildered gaze and as soon as our gazes meet she smiles at me encouragingly.

I move my gaze to Pietro's hand and then to his face.

There is no mockery or malice in his eyes, he just smiles at me in a friendly way.

And then I raise my hand and squeeze his.

“Hi, I'm James.Nice to meet you”

Pietro laughs.

“Oh man, the pleasure is mine!You know I did not believe that there was a boy in the world capable of catching the attention of our Nora" he replies and then calls her sister again.

"Wanda!" he exclaims and the sound of her footsteps gets closer and closer.

"Yeah!I'm coming!Stop screaming"

Her voice reaches us from around the corner.

"Did you find Nor..."

Her question dies on her lips as soon as she notices the small crowd in front of her eyes.

Her big blue eyes are at first confused then as she studies our positions they move from confusion to curiosity.

Yeah, I can understand her.

There is her best friend hugging the strange boy from school and that boy is wrapping her shoulders with his arm.

First she takes a look at her brother Pietro who continues to smile slyly then her attention is all to us.

"What the hell?" she asks advancing towards us.

Eleanor loosens our embrace but immediately her hand looks for mine and once she finds it I let our fingers intertwine.

Wanda captures our every movement with her attentive and crystalline gaze and then focuses her clear gaze on that of her best friend.

“Wanda this is James.James she is Wanda” introduces Eleanor to us without ever taking his eyes off those of her childhood friend.

And if earlier her reaction to Pietro's arrival had been serene, now I can feel all her tension through our interlocked hands.

Even if she continues to smile, her eyes seem anxious.

I think she cares about Wanda's judgment more than she imagined.

Wanda shakes her head and walks forward smiling.

“And you said you came here to do your math homework.Liar” Wanda teases her.

"It's actually the truth" Eleanor grumbles as she gets a roll of eyes from her friend.

Wanda joins us standing right in front of me.

"Hi James" she greets me, scrutinizing me intently, as if she were trying to read my mind.

I move slightly uncomfortably greeting her in turn with a faint “Hi”.

I'm still too stunned by the latest events.

A lot is happening and all too fast.

Pietro at my side gives me a playful shoulder with a wink.

"She just wants to intimidate you" he whispers to me, indicating her sister with a nod of his head.

"I don't know whether to kick you for not saying anything to me or be happy because you can't stop smiling"

Wanda's words attract my attention again.

Eleanor beside me rolls her eyes and never stops smiling.

“As much as I love gossip, I really have to run away.Coach Winkler doesn't particularly like latecomers” murmurs Pietro, patting me on the back.

The simplicity with which Pietro is treating me as if he has always known me is incredible.

As if I were a friend of him.

“What are you doing Wanda?Are you skipping the lesson?" asks Pietro to her twin.

"Obvious!Eleanor and I have a lot to talk about.That's true, my dear best friend?" Wanda chirps, smiling slyly.

“But I would have math class now.I've studied a lot, I don't want to miss it” complains Eleanor but immediately she falls silent at Wanda's skeptical gaze.

"Yeah, study...sure" she replies grabbing her free hand and pulling Eleanor towards her.

“Say hello to your James, Nora” she tells her as she continues to pull her until our hands separate.

Your James.

I blush.

“Ok ok!You won!" Eleanor exclaims.

"Hi James.See you soon” she whispers.

Her uncertain gaze, however, seems to want to tell me more.

"See you soon" I answer her smiling weakly.

Now the future is truly a frightening unknown.

What will happen between us now?

What does everything that happened mean?

Eleanor turns her back to me and takes a few steps forward flanked by Wanda but she immediately stops.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaim.

I watch her as she turns back to me and she joins me, stopping just a few steps away from me.

"Listen...do you want to go out with me tomorrow night?" she asks me straight away.

Her face is on fire and I can't help but find her adorable.

"Yeah" I whisper embarrassed not so much by her proposal, I am totally incredulous about this, but by the fact that we have an audience that witnesses all of this and she doesn't seem to care at all.

Eleanor reaches out her hand in front of me.

I look at her without understanding.

"Give me your phone" she tells me answering my silent question.

I hand her the phone without hesitation.

God!Is there anything I wouldn't do for her?

She grabs it and quickly types something, then she hands it back to me.

“Now you have my number.We'll talk later to agree, okay?"

"Sure" I reply simply stammering, the hands that holding the phone tremble uncontrollably.

Then she smiles and after leaving me a kiss on my cheek she turns her back to me and she walks away giggling with Wanda.

"Women.Whoever understands them is a genius” murmured Pietro, shaking his head.

I nod to agree with him.

"What lesson do you have now?" Pietro asks me.

I look away from where Eleanor disappeared from, turning my attention to the boy next to me.

His hair is so blond that it almost looks like silver threads.

"Art" I reply.

"Then we go to the same side" says Peter, patting me on the back.

"Come on let's go" he encourages me to follow him and I do, I pick up my backpack from the floor and walk beside him.

We walk in silence but it is not an awkward silence.

"So...you and Nora, huh?" he chuckles amused running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah...I confess that even I can't get over it" I murmur confused.

What the hell does Eleanor find interesting about me?

Pietro answers me something but I am not able to understand what he is saying because in front of me, wrapped in his jacket, green and silver as the colors of the school, Walker is advancing with his stupid friends.

I look down at the floor hoping he will let me go.

"Hey sissy" he yells at me rudely as soon as he notices my presence.

I ignore him but Pietro next to me doesn't seem to be of the same opinion as me.

"Stop it Walker" he warns as we advance towards them.

Walker slows to a stop.

"Oh sorry!I didn't know the fag was your friend” he laughs followed by everyone else.

Pietro stops grabbing me by the arm and forcing me to stop too.

"Forget it" I whisper faintly.

I don't want Pietro to antagonize someone like Walker because of me.

“Yeah!He's my friend.Any problems?" Pietro asks him, challenging him to continue.

Walker exchanges a couple of amused glances with his friends then turns back to Pietro.

“Oh no dude.No problem.If you like to be seen around with that loser, that's fine by me” he retorts, looking at me as if I were garbage.

His empty, soulless eyes focus on me as if he wanted to do nothing but destroy me.

Pietro laughs, catching everyone a little off guard.

Me too.

"See Walker if I liked being seen around with losers right now I would be part of your team" he replies with a shrug.

At the words of him Walker's face is transfigured, he no longer has the air of a braggart now.

His eyes ooze anger.

Hate.

His friend Lemar, his trusted right hand man, urges him to let go.

"Let's go away John"

"Yes, go away John" repeats Peter then turns his back on him and continues on his journey.

I stand there, Walker's eyes staring at me with a single promise.

As soon as he catches me alone he will have his revenge.

I turn quickly and reach Pietro.

As soon Walker is no longer visible to our eyes, Pietro stops giving me a blow on the chest.

“Dude!Why the hell do you get treated like this?" he asks me.

He looks genuinely pissed off.

I look away from his face staring at somewhere in front of me.

"Have you seen him?He is twice the size of me!What the hell am I supposed to do?"

What does he thinks I enjoy being humiliated and beaten up?

“He's bigger than me too but he's just a jerk.You should learn to be respected”

His words drive me crazy.

All the anger inside me suddenly erupts.

“Do you think I don't know?You think I like being treated like I'm human waste, huh?I am not you Pietro, I am not brave and sure of myself.I'm just a fucking coward!" I hiss at him.

But then I immediately realize that I'm mistreating a person who is basically just trying to help me.

Perhaps the only one that has ever done.

I take a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to take it out on you" I apologize to him, rubbing my face in my hands and then bringing them through my hair.

"It's okay" he reassures me waving a hand in front of my face.

"But you really shouldn't allow that idiot to treat you like that" adds Pietro, softening his gaze.

I nod, sighing wearily.

“Ok I run away or the coach will kill me.See you dude!" so saying he pats me on the back and runs off.

"See you soon" I now whisper to the deserted corridor.

I take a couple of deep breaths and settling my backpack on my shoulder I enter the classroom.

Thank goodness the professor has not yet arrived so I hurry to get to my seat in the back row, I sit down and a trembling breath leaves my lips and despite the encounter-clash with Walker I find myself smiling again.

Eleanor kissed me and we have a date tomorrow night.

With a trembling hand I grab my old smartphone from my trouser pocket and scroll through the address book.

I smile again like an idiot at the sight of her contact, she has memorized it under the name Nora.

The professor makes his entrance and the whole class falls silent so that the lesson can begin.

But no matter how hard I try today I just can't understand a single word…my mind is too busy retracing every single moment I spent with Eleanor.

All I do is think of her lips on mine, of the softness of her hips under my greedy fingers.

The feel of her warm body pressed against mine.

I can still feel her perfume poison my soul and cloud my senses.

She wasn't ashamed to be seen with me.

She hugged me in front of her friends, she introduced me to them.

She asked me for a date in front of her two best friends.

This must mean something, isn't it?

I am excited and terrified at the same time at the idea of spending more time with her.

This date could be the turning point in my pathetic life.

Finally Eleanor has noticed me and I will do anything to keep her close.

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[izzy-b-hands]

"Okay," Ed says, a careful eye on the inn's ridiculously big bed (though, for the price they paid for the best room, it should be.)

"Stede, you first, right side, turn on your side to the left aaaand there we go! Stay put," Ed instructs as Stede strips and follows him to the letter.

Izzy spends that time stripping down, and stands not unlike he might on the deck while waiting for Ed or Stede's next instruction to the crew. Arms behind his back, wrists clasped, bouncing gently on his heels.

With his cock firmly at attention.

Ed can't seem to help but laugh. "Iz, relax. We're on vacation, remember?"

"I'm perfectly relaxed!"

Ed shakes his head. "Sure. Then go ahead and mirror Stede there, on the left side."

After Izzy is in place, Ed hops up by the end of it and crawls to snuggle between them. "See? One of you can fuck me, the other can frot with me, and we still lay down and rest a bit! Win, win, win."

However, he's not all the way up yet, his face still snuggled with Stede's tits on one side, and Izzy's on the other. "Hm. Two seconds actually. I need a minute to enjoy where I am right now."

Izzy and Stede giggle, but they snuggle closer and let him nuzzle. He turns on occasion to gently smash his face into each of their chests, seemingly more relaxed by the moment.

"Oh," Stede says softly. "Iz, is he?"

Izzy nods. "He fell asleep."

Ed's breathing is slow, and he lets out a tiny snore as if on cue.

"Shhh," Izzy giggles. "Don't laugh!"

Stede slaps a hand over his mouth and nods.

They watch Ed sleep for a moment, then Izzy sighs.

"Let him sleep. I know he wanted to break in the bed, but I think it can wait."

"Doesn't it tickle?" Stede asks, gesturing to Ed's face smushed almost completely in Izzy's tits. "Him breathing against you there?"

Izzy nods. "I'm trying to ignore it."

Stede smiles, then in one voice they both say:

"He'll be a grump if we wake him up now."

Izzy smiles back. "Come to think of it, wasn't I too grumpy for you earlier?"

Stede yawns. "You were. And you bitched at me about the damned barnacles again-"

"They're physically affecting how the ship moves," Izzy interrupts. "And there's enough of them now I can't scrape them all off myself. That's why I was bitching."

"Iz," Stede scoffs. "Why didn't you just say that then?"

Izzy pauses, wheels turning. "Well fuck. Suppose that would have been better."

"Eh," Stede sighs, and snuggles into his pillow. "Consider it water under the bridge. When we get back, I'll make sure someone helps with that. I've already run the damn thing aground; I don't need barnacles to sink it next."

Izzy giggles. "Since we've been...getting along better, can I trust you with something?"

Stede looks pleasantly surprised. "Sure."

"Ed and I have run aground twice ourselves," Izzy says. "And the last one not too long before we ran into you."

Stede's mouth drops open. "Izzy!"

"I know," Izzy continues. "So...don't feel so fucking bad about it, alright? It happens. We just can't let it happen again, or at least not let anyone find out about it."

Stede grins. "Jack?"

"Fuckin' asshole," Izzy sighs. "As if he doesn't have a record of mutinies, but no, he brings up the fucking runs aground every time I see him-"

"Well, you won't see him anymore I don't think," Stede interrupts.

Izzy breaks into a grin, clearly fighting off a laugh. "Bonnet!"

"Well! I don't think I'd survive a cannonball like that."

"He'll hear you and come back from the dead purely to spite you," Izzy jokes.

"Let him," Stede says. "I'm ready for him now."

"What? To duel him and slap his ass with your sword?"

"And more," Stede yawns, setting off a yawn for Izzy too. "I can't keep my eyes open. If he's out, we may as well..."

Izzy nods, and snuggles in, a hand draped over Ed's side to rest near his hip.

Stede's hand joins after a moment, as Stede presses a few gentle kisses to Ed's. He reaches hesitantly for Izzy's hand, holding it as gently as he dares.

Izzy doesn't let go, but squeezes his hand and holds it tighter.

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Chapter 253

Rollie

Leah comes over to me rubbing her stomach. I narrow my eyes at her. She sighs as she get to me.

"What's wrong, Love?"

"Nothing. Shay wants to spend a night at Lexi's. I told her I'd see what you say."

I rub her hips. "You in pain?"

She drops her arms. "No it's nothing. I'm okay."

"You couldn't tell Shay whether or not she could stay? You had to come ask me or you wanted to get in here to lay down?"

"I'm in the middle of washing clothes. I don't have time to lay down."

I stand up. "I feel like you ignoring your body. I'll do it alright?"

"Do what Rollie? The fucking laundry?"

"Whatever needs to be done. Make a list." I lay her down on the bed putting her feet up. Ain't no reason why I can't help."

She closes her eyes not saying shit else. I watch her for a minute then walk out of the room to Jordan's room. It's dirty as shit. Stuff thrown everywhere like she in the middle of playing. I walk into the living room. Her and Lexi are on the tablet.

"You think you going anywhere with your room like that? Your mama trying to grow a baby while cleaning up after us and we can't help?"

"Yes sir I can." She scrambles up.

I look around the living room. "You think people want dirty people coming to their houses? They see this shit you won't be allowed."

Lexi starts cleaning the chips up. "Sorry."

"Is mommy okay?" Jordan (Shay) says folding a blanket.

"We will see after she is done with her nap. She went straight to sleep."

Jordan looks worried. "Mommy doesn't usually nap."

Lexi turns the TV off. "Did we stress her out? Oh no. Pregnant women are at risk. Let's do your chores the right way."

"Yeah." Jordan straightens the pillows. "God I love my mommy."

"She will be okay." I say cutting my eyes at them.

Fucking Bible reading got these girls shook. Don't know if I should be worried or not. I go into the kitchen. I got to ride over to Cammie's Atlanta house and check on things. Kirven was there the other day. I didn't ask him how long he was going to be staying there. Cammie should have rented the place out. Got that nice ass house sitting.

"Dad?" Jordan sits her laundry basket on the floor. "You washing these clothes?"

"I'm folding these clothes. You wash your own damn clothes."

She giggles. "You folding clothes?"

I fold the socks up. "Don't it look like it? Go on about your business."

"I never seen you take clothes out the machine. You be like what wrong with your hands. Jordan help yo mama."

"She pregnant and it getting harder to do this stuff. I can't make you do everything. You still a kid."

"Thank you." She smiles at me.

I smile at her. "You welcome precious. We need to have a talk before you go stay at a man's house."

"Okay." She opens the washer.

"Look at me." I say touching her hand. "Grown men don't touch little girls under their clothes. If your clothes cover it nobody touches it. Not your breast, butt, or anything between your legs. And don’t fucking touch anything on anybody's body. Kids don’t play like that. Got it?"

She nods her head. "Okay."

"You poke his eyes out, run and hide, then you call me. Always have your phone close by. Don't be playing so much you forget. When you away from home you got to keep your eyes on everything. You not a tiny little girl anymore."

"Yes, sir."

"And be clean." I hit her with a towel. "Nobody wants messy girls at their houses."

She giggles. "Yes sir."

I nod my head. "Your mama gonna cut your ass you wash them clothes like that."

"It takes so long." She throws the clothes back out the machine and goes through them.

She knows her mama don't fucking play with her about throwing everything in the washer. She separates them the right way. It didn't take her ass long at all. I reach up to the detergent for her and start the machine. She smiles at me and sit the basket with the next load neatly to the side. She grabs the vacuum and drags it out the room. I answer my phone.

"Yo?"

"Yeah, what's up?" Trey says.

I shrug. "You called me."

He chuckles. "Yo, my fault. I was tryna read this text. But yeah. When does Leah have her baby?"

"In like a month?"

"She having it in Atlanta?"

I get a bit irritated. "Where else She gonna have it?"

"California, South Carolina, wherever her people from."

"Her people from Atlanta. The ones she got."

He clears his throat. "Lane, boy I'm going to cut your ass. Stop. No. Hold on man."

I chuckle. All I could hear was screaming and Trey talking far away from the phone. Trey can't fucking handle that boy. He bad as shit and does whatever the hell he wants to do. I prepare myself to laugh. I'm so ready for it. I know he done did some bad ass shit. Trey comes back to the phone.

"Jayla." He blows. "Keep him in there with you. Cause. Naw he keeps fucking taking his fucking clothes off and putting a diaper on. I don't know where he getting the diapers from. I done put his draws back on 3 times."

I laugh. "Nigga wild."

"He fucking crazy. He go tell her that I'm hitting his butt. She thinking some weird shit."

"Cause she know you not spanking him." I laugh.

Trey blows. "I'm trying to plan this boy birthday party and make sure we are able to come to Atlanta for your baby shit. When is the baby shower?"

"Who supposed to do that me?"

"I don't know. I just know we didn't have one cause Caden was early."

I suck my teeth. "I'm already cleaning the damn house and shit. Don't give me more shit to do."

"Naw call and ask a woman about the baby shower."

"Like my mama?"

"That's who I would call. My mama."

I sigh. "Aight. I'll have her let you know."

"Aight. She here."

"Oh, she was just in Charleston." I laugh. "Yeah with Lane pulling some little girl hair."

Trey laughs. "I got to go ask about that story."

"Yeah." I say hanging up then calling my mom.

"Hey, Tummy. I only invited 5 people."

I chuckle. "Okay. Trey asked me about a baby shower for Leah. Is that like a woman thing or what?"

"Cammie, do you have plans for Leah a baby shower? Me? I would love to throw a baby shower. I usually just attend stuff."

"Well this not April's son so she can mind her business." Cammie says laughing.

"Be easy." April says.

Ma chuckles. "Don't worry baby we will get something thrown together. You would get more gifts if you had it in Charleston at the church."

"That's fine. Leah needs God's hands according to these little girls."

"Amen." Ma says. "Little children will lead the way. Little Lane got Ike to talk to his mother. At 2 years... well almost 3 years old. He is wise beyond his years."

"Ike talked to his mama?" I confirm.

Ma smiles through the phone. "He sure did, Tummy. Now he back to being quiet. There's gonna be a day when she wants that boy to shut up. Tummy let me get off this phone. Lane, Sweetie, why are you wearing that diaper?"

"I pee."

"Lord have mercy." She hangs up.

I laugh out loud to myself. That boy a damn fool. I swear. I get a picture to my phone from Ma. Lane has on no shirt and a damn pull up. Not fucking Caden diaper but a damn pull up. Where the hell he find a damn pull up that fit his ass? I laugh some more staring at the picture. Lane had a big smile on his face like he was proud of his diaper. He a fucking clown. The moment they put him in school the fool gonna get kicked out. They gonna stay changing schools.

"You talking to yourself?" Jordan ask pulling the vacuum back.

"Aye don't go wearing diapers when this baby comes."

She touches her chest. "I would never."

I show her Lane. She falls on the floor laughing.

"This was today?"

"Yes." I nod.

She rolls around holding her stomach then she grabs the phone. "Let me show Lexi. Lane so funny. His butt too big."

"Yeah."

"I promise I won't put on no Pull-up." She laughs walking out with my phone.

Cammie

I hit Lane on his naked butt. "What you doing?"

He laughs picking up his old baby bag. "Put on my draws."

"You stop acting like a clown. Let me see that bag."

"It say Daylan." He says digging through it.

I kneel down digging in it with him. Where the hell did this bag come from? It was from last year. Have we been gone from California since last year? It is his old overnight bag. His ass wants to dig through the damn bag like it actually belongs to him. Put the Pull-ups on. I pinch his butt. He falls over holding his ass.

"My cup!" Lane snaps digging in the bag. "Open it Mommy."

"Lane, I know that cup stank."

"No it not." He smells it. He makes a face. "Smell it."

I laugh. "No."

He smells it again then throws it. Trey just so happen to walk up and get hit by the cup. Lane gasps looking at Trey worried. Trey wasn’t bothered.

"This old ass cup."

"Smell it." Lane says standing up.

Trey smells the cup then holds it away from him. "Damn."

"Throw it." Lane giggles. "Throw it, Nevers."

"Boy." Trey says narrowing his eyes at him. "What you call me?"

Lane was back digging through the bag. I smile at Trey. He called him Neverson. He loves changing Trey's name. But Neverson. Trey points at Lane.

"Why your son naked?"

"This is where he has been getting the diapers. He ran out though. Lane put on some clothes."

He is playing with a toy that he finds. He starts crying, dropping the toy, and walking away. I shake my head. I don't know what his problem is. Trey touches the top of my head. I swat his hand away. He takes his foot and taps my ass crack. I suck my teeth. He chuckles then taps my ass again.

"Can we talk?" he asks

"Yes." I say standing up. "This house is crowded. Do you want to talk privately? Maybe take a walk."

He shrugs a little. "Ditch the kid and fuck."

"Talk."

"Nobody out back, sexy."

He winks his eye at me. I start to walk around him. He steps over a bit but not blocking my way. I run pass him but he grabs me anyway. Thinking I'm so fucking fast. I laugh to myself as he pulls me to him.

"Mommy." Lane says.

"Oh Lord." I yell running from Trey to Lane.

This boy had my baby. Oh my gosh. Lane had Caden by his shoulders hugging him with both hands with his legs fucking dangling. I take him from Lane checking him to make sure he breathing. He just chilling.

"Lane." I start. But what the hell I supposed to say? Don't touch my fucking baby? "Lane why do you have Caden?"

"Cammie!" April says coming down the hall. "You could have fucking said I'm taking the baby."

Trey chuckles taking Caden. "Lane had Caden."

April makes her eyes big. "Daylan! I told you not to touch your brother!"

Lane was unbothered. "I give Taden to mommy."

"I'm done." April says turning and walking away. "Hell."

"Nanma no say that." Lane follows her. "Nanma go outside?"

April spins around. "You gave Caden to your mommy so you can go outside? I can't believe you."

"Go outside?" Lane whines.

"Lane, Mommy going outside." Trey says walking behind April.

Lane cuts his eyes at me. "Mommy go outside?"

"Yes, let's go."

He runs his short ass legs through the house. I can't believe he took Caden from April so that he could go outside. What do you say to this little man who think he is 10 feet tall. I see Ike on the way out the door. He waves at me. I wave back. He is drinking juice sitting at the table by himself. He is such a sweet kid. He gets out the chair running over to me as I walk outside behind Lane. He looks at me.

"Yes?" He whispers nodding.

"Yes, you can go outside." I nod back.

He runs out the door behind Lane. He hugs Lane then runs to the bikes and power wheels. He hops in a car and ride off in it. Lane climbs the jungle gym all by himself. JJ runs outside with his draws on and nothing else. He freezes when he sees me. I just watch him. He walks out towards the yard staring at me. His partner in crime running around with only draws on as well. I guess April put them on him.

"Jayla?" Trey says hugging me. "We have a lot of talking to do before dancing with the stars."

"Yeah."

He kisses my neck. "I missed you."

I touch his hand. "Don't you get worked up about that. It's gonna be just like me teaching that class and that movie."

"Naw, man. Bae, who the hell watching Lane? And JJ? Caden plus Minnie?"

"JJ and Minnie are not your problem."

He blows. "But you gone be working with MiMi. Devin ain't shit. Bitch know just as much as me. We know the time that Mommy comes home. Two feedings and a couple diaper changes. Mommy will be home. Mommy in the next room."

"Tremaine, stop. Lane has April and Rose. Plus my mother."

"You not gonna let Lane stay away."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Cause they will come help if they know we have to be here. My mother will come. We can afford a nanny as well. Are we in financial trouble?"

"Naw."

"Okay then." I nod. "All those weeks I stayed in the hospital."

He sighs. "We each had a baby."

"Tremaine." I grab his face. "I did it for a year with Lane right there like Caden's age. I got this okay? I'm not leaving. I will be right there."

"Right there?"

I kiss him. "I like you stressing over our future. Now next thing."

"Breastfeeding and dancing."

"We take breaks. Plus these pumps are amazing these days. Just put them in your shirt and pump. Do a little dancey dance then empty."

He blows. "Church."

"Oh." I smile. "I found one. Celebrity friendly in Beverly Hills. Diverse, no cult like shit. My mom and Lonnie been there for a wedding before."

"Okay." He smiles.

I kiss him. "You were prepared."

"And what you say about birth control?"

"In my arm." I hold it up.

He touches it. "Oh."

There's screaming. It startled the hell out of me. I look around the yard. Lane is standing there staring at Ike. Ike swings down from the top of the fireman's pole. I don't know who screamed but JJ is riding a bike off to himself. Ike screams. It was Ike the first time as well. I watch how happy he is playing with Lane. Maybe he needed a friend or a family member to encourage him to let go. I hug Trey as he watches JJ fight with the bike.

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warden. jt/kniesy anon here DID I CONVINCE THE ADDING MO????

(ps: i wanna know about so many of these pairings but first of all. flowerdeweys??? mitch/benny??? jeff/rasmus????? DUCKS POLYCULE??????)

(ps ps: i feel bad being in ur box all the time referring to myself as a ship anon so maybe an emoji assignment? ⚡️ is my idea!)

YES!!!!!! YES YOU DID!!!! i took your ask to the Council (the beej au gc lmao), and we discussed how mo could be added to the au.... we decided to go with adding mo to jt/kniesy... I'll put two things i wrote for them under the cut!!! they're both smutty so be warned lmao

as for some of the other pairings-

jeff/ras was a semi-recent addition! it starts with jeff/eric, with jeff having eric's pup unexpectedly (since jeff's an alpha), and thinking eric was on board with having a kid. it later becomes rather obvious that eric was not interested in having a kid, and basically ignores their pup. they break up, jeff leaves the canes, and gets a fresh start.

along comes straight-faced omega ras, and jeff loves trying to make ras crack a smile.

This is a short thing i wrote about Mo coming over to help Matthew out when one of JT's heats gets to be too much for Matthew to handle alone.

Mo comes while inside JT with a low groan, relishing in the feel of JT’s pussy fluttering around him. After a moment, he pulls out, and slips a fake knot into JT’s loose cunt, locking it in place as he takes condom off and tosses it out. JT comes with a shudder, and slumps down. He’s done for at least an hour, probably two. Mo presses a kiss to JT’s forehead, and tucks a blanket around the already sleeping omega’s hips. He slides on his boxers, and heads out to check on Matthew, who’s dozing in the guest room. Mo grabs an extra water bottle and a few snack bars from the heat kit before knocking on the guest room door, peeking in when he hears a grumble. He can’t help but laugh at the sight that greets him. Matthew buried under several comforters, poking his head out to look at Mo. his hair is rumbled, his face is scrunched, his skin is creased from the pillows- definitely a good nap. “Hey, Kniesy,” Mo coos as he sits down next to Matthew. He offers a snack and a water bottle, and Matthew takes both. “How’re you feeling?” “Good. Thanks again for coming in, we both appreciate it. How is he?” Matthew asks as he sits up a little and starts to nibble on the snack. The comforters slip down to reveal Matthew’s bare chest, covered in bite marks. “Good, for now. I left him with the biggest knot, and he immediately fell asleep, so we have at least an hour.” Mo explains. Matthew nods, and as he finishes his snack, he opens up the comforters. “C’mere.” He requests, wiggling back down so he’s fully flat. Mo tilts his head, confused. “Get in here. I wanna cuddle.” “Oh.”

and this one i wrote for basically the opposite situation- one of Kniesy's ruts being too much for JT to handle.

Mo seeing the lube around Matthew’s hole and immediately popping a boner. As if the scent of a young alpha in rut wasn’t gonna do that already. He runs his hands over Matthew’s ass, spreading his cheeks to get a good look. Matthew’s hole is dripping lube and visibly loose- he must’ve been wearing a plug before mounting JT. He tests the give with his thumb, and groans when it sinks right into Matthew’s hole. “Jesus,” Mo mutters, starting to shed his clothes. By the time he’s naked, Matthew’s knot is deflated enough to slip out of JT, and the usual torrent of cum gushes out of him. But the alpha isn’t even paying attention to his omega leaking his cum- he’s presenting fully now. On his elbows and knees, thighs spread wide to show off his hole, spine slung low, heavy alpha cock swinging between his legs. Matthew keens, and Mo can see his hole clench on nothing. “He’s been begging for a cock since his rut started,” JT explains from further down the bed. He’s audibly exhausted, and already half asleep. “But I can’t do both. Anything you’re willing to do, Mo- we’d both be grateful.” Mo nods, and approaches Matthew. He lays his hands on the alpha’s back, sliding them down to rest just above the swell of Matthew’s ass. The alpha wiggles his hips, enticing Mo. “please, please- breed me-“ mo hears Matthew beg. A thick spurt of precum oozes out of his cock at that, and he can’t take it anymore. Mo takes his cock in hand, and slides it between Matthew’s cheeks, gathering the lube there. With a brief pause to settle in, Mo slowly feeds Matthew’s hole his cock, shuddering at the tight, hot feel. Matthew sobs in relief.