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wangxianficfinder · 2 years ago

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1. Hi I’m looking for this specific fic:

I remember there’s mpreg and lan Zhan is the one pregnant.

It’s a modern day AU where they’ve been hooking up in hotels. So friends with benefit to lovers to husbands eventually. Lan Zhan quits his job eventually to be a stay home and there’s conflict of interest between their two jobs.

Thank you so much!

Hi I’m looking for a fix where lz can get pregnant and eventually does. I recall it’s a modern au where they’re in rival companies. LZ eventually leaves the company to be a stay home dad for their kids. They meet up in hotels to have rendezvous frequently before their relationship was open.

They got eloped as well.

Thank you!!

FOUND? sweet as cherry wine Series by cicer (E, 81k, WangXian, Modern AU, Business rivals, Intersex, Mpreg, Barebacking, Pregnancy kink)

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2. hello! for fic finder, may i ask for a great tumblr meta that i cant find anywhere? (i feel like i should disclaim that ppl should read what they find hot. i just saw a recent mxtx interview that said like the exact same thing as the meta and thought it was cool)

the meta talks about how mxtx specifically choosing to write lwj as a top WAS the gnc option. i think op was just frustrated about some people insisting that switching/top wwx was 'less heteronormative' (as a justification for liking it??). i think op mentioned that this seems like a western take on mdzs?

basically, in the meta, they expand on how lwj is gnc-coded. like how touching lwj's headband equals staining his honor like how a cdrama man kissing an unmarried woman would be (this is what mxtx also said herself in the interview), and a bunch of other things (handling money, etiquette, lwj keeping track of wwx's tastes as opposed to wwx buying him spicy food, the incense burner domesticity, and idk more stuff i cant remember)

i *think* they wrote something like "all mxtx couples come with the gnc already built in" which was a cool point imo (one example is hc flipping the gege kink), but i tried searching for that and i couldn't find it for the life of me. thank you! (Huh, I feel like I remember this one faintly 🤔 ~Mod L)

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3. Hi there! I appreciate all the work yall do 🥰 I'm trying to find a fic where LWJ has to do an ascension trial in the moral world and WWX accidentally fucks it up. WWX has to break LWJ's heart in order for LWJ to still pass the trial. I remember that WWX takes the option to forget the trial but LWJ doesn't. Might be a foxxian fic? Thank you!!! @la-voce-to-me

FOUND! Keep Me on Your Pillow by catbrainedschemes (E, 42k, wangxian, fantasy au, pillow book au, high immortal LWJ, red fox WWX, pining, angst, fluff, eventual smut, slow burn, feelings, first meetings, misunderstandings, happy ending, sharing a bed, first kiss, oblivious WWX, oblivious LWJ, sexual tension, hero worship, falling in love)

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4. A) This fic is a modern au, I think that both LZ and WY are cultivators, WY specifically is kind of a witch (?), he messes with dark magic and lives in a haunted town or something like this. There's a reencounter between the two (I don't know if by chance or if LZ tracks WY) and at some point LZ gets worried that WY is sorrounded by ghosts/resentful energy, but he is aware of the situation. I think WY even has a pet crow/cat, but I'm not sure. And the plot may envolve him being isolated, running away or being expelled because of his methods of cultivation. Also, I'm pretty sure there's a fanart featured in the story that has Wangxian and the haunted place WY lives/takes care.

B) The second one is also a modern AU, LZ father is very sick, almost dying and stays in the hospital all the time, but LZ refuses to visit him because of the resentment caused by the situation with his parents. He meets WY in this same hospital, I don't remember if he works there, but I think it has something to do with Yanli. They connect through this situation, LZ eventually goes see his father and I think WY has some part in convincing him to do so.

C) Another modern AU, Lan Qiren is a priest/owns a church, the Lans are very religious and that includes LZ. WY is kind of a delinquent, he starts to go to the church and begins a friendship with LZ, who is very upright and frigid like in canon, plus the super religious part. I think LQ even says WY is a bad influence bacause of his behaviour and the things he did/does, but LZ realizes he is not that bad and there's probably some toutoring/disciplining envolved from his part. They are both teens or young adults and I specifically remember a scene when the two have sex inside the church with LZ being on the receiving end.

Thank you in advance and keep up the awesome work!

4B)

FOUND? 兔死狐悲 (tù sǐ hú bēi) by Anonymous (M, 14k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Meet-Cute, Doctor WWX, Hospitals, Canonical Character Death, (But a minor character - not the ones listed), Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

4C)

FOUND? Say Amen by Wuxian_Biscuit (Charlie_Biscuit) (E, 6k, WangXian, Religion, Internalized Homophobia, Church Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Bottom LWJ)

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5. Hi! I love your blog and I have found it really helpful in the past. I was wondering if you could help me find a fic? It does have wangxian as the endgame. With wwx and lwj being opposing generals on opposite sides of a war. However, they both respect each other and have worked together to save innocent lives in the past.

In the end the Lan win the war and lwj takes wwx under his protection as a sort of war prize. This fic is very heavy on the Jiang and Jin bashing and in the end I think the Jiangs and Jins have to stand trial for their crimes during the war. While wwx is under lwj’s protection and never committed any crimes thus is not punished. I don’t think it is terribly long and I thought it was finished or almost finished at the time when I was reading it. If you could help me find this fic I would really appreciate it! @kjwaikiki

FOUND! Crossing Paths by Ilona22 (M, 21k, wangxian, shapeshifter au, graphic depictions of violence, war between sects, war crimes, not JC friendly, happy ending)

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6. 👋 I am looking for a time travel/kid fic among thousands. This one LWJ travels back to being a kid, rescues his mother and they escape cloud recesses. He takes then to save WWX from the streets of yiling and they all grow up together I think in Meishan yu sect elser house before war happens. Cam you help this lowly one? 🙏🏻 @the-untamed-stole-my-heart

FOUND? The Dreams of Youth by sami (E, 86k, wangxian, time travel, fix-it, family, not lan sect friendly, canon typical violence & gore, childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, mothers who live, some people live/not everyone dies)

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7. Hi for the next ficfinder please help with this request. This came as a random thought that refuses to leave my mind. I really only remember one scene. Which is someone, I believe it’s lan xichen, remarking that lwj would walk all over jyl. Not in a bad way just that he was more assertive and her being more demure i guess. It was a wangxian fic though. Not sure if it wasabi. Please help @lilly-420

FOUND? In Love and War by Cataclysmic_Calamity (E, 68k, wangxian, ABO, canon divergence, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, arranged marriage, slow burn, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, menace to society WWX, doing his best LWJ, miscommunication, past emotional abuse, dubious consent, consensual non-con, semi public sex, dom/sub)

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8. hiii it's me again I'm sorry I can't seem to find anything rn and you guys are literal lives savers I'm looking for a fit where lwj was raisin A-Yuan and I just remember that they were talking about wwx and lwj compared him to a butterfly going in a dark forest to bring back treasures for other but each time he made the trip he lost some of his light until one day he couldn't come back. that all I have can you help ???🙇🏼‍♀️ thank youuuuuu✨✨ @ihaveasoftspotfora-yuan

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9. Hi, thanks for your time! I'm looking for a(n older), well-written fic where wwx takes the wen away from the cultivation world after breaking them free from qiongqi road. Lan Zhan decides to follow after them. They settle far away, I think, on a mountain. Living conditions are harsh, at some point I believe mud floods washed their crops away and they had to move them elsewhere. Wwx was quite weak for some time. At the end of the fic was a grand scene where wwx and lwj destroy the tiger seal together, almost dying while trying. They don't rejoin the cultivation world. Any idea? @kesterling

FOUND! wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, wangxian, canon divergence, Getting Together, Canonical Accidental Baby Acquisition, Families of Choice, References to Depression, Canon-Typical Violence, Happy Ending, Noping Out Of Society With Your Boyfriend And Your 50 Wen Refugees: The Novel, Overzealous Use Of Imagery, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Well Except Wen Ning But He Was Already Dead So, Fix-It of Sorts, Podfic Available, Spanish Translation Available)

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10. hello mods! I am looking for a fic where wei wuxian is taken over by a phoenix god (?) and is locked up post-sunshot in the cold pond cave so as to not kill everyone with his new phoenix powers. lan wangji willingly enters the cold pond cave as well even though he knows that wei wuxian is being controlled by the god.thank you in advance!! @yourancestorsarefrowning

FOUND? Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake (M, 110k, wangxian, angst, fluff, captivity, creepy WRH, no non-con, dreamsharing, politics, people making the best decisions they can, epic length, mythical creature WWX, canon-typical violence, dark, happy ending)

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11. Hi! I was actually searching for a mdzs meta blog here on Tumblr . i have been scrolling for hours now but i can't seem to find the blog.I am very sure that they write a detailed meta on the last scene of the untamed where Wwx says to lwj " You are indeed hanguang jun " and lwj replies with " you are indeed wei ying".They had a lot of other posts too .

I understand you do not find blogs / posts but if you know anything any account like that i would gladly appreciate it .

Please feel free to ignore this ask if you wish to ! Thank you.

FOUND! number eleven might be https://hunxi-guilai.tumblr.com/, with this being the post they mention

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12. Hiya, im hoping you guys can help me find this fic? The only things I remember is it was canon setting, lwj pov, where he kept hiding/fidgeting with his hands in his sleeves and the author kept bringing attention to it to show him being nervous. It was also complete and definitely longer than 10k at least. Thank you!

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13. Hi! I’m looking for a wangxian fic about right-hearted and left-hearted people. In the story, hetero couples have men with hearts on the left side and women with hearts on the right side of their bodies, and gay relationships were either both on the right side or a combo. I just remember that wèi yīng had a right sided heart. I remember that wèi yīng and lán zhàn got together before it was revealed that wèi yīng was about to be in an arranged marriage. I think wèi yīng turns the girl down and she shoots spiritual energy to his right side in an act of rage and almost kills him and because he and lán zhàn had, like become mates(?), he is the only person who could save him. I’m pretty sure it’s not a/b/o, and it is in the canonical time period. Thank you! @fries-n-salt

FOUND? Right-Hearted by 0_Heta_0 (E, 22k, wangxian, heartmark au, canon-typical homophobia, internalized homophobia, hurt/comfort, falling in love, fluff & angst, smut)

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14. Hey ! For the next fic finder i am looking for a work where wei wuxian was a god and so was lan wangji .I think it was a Hades and Persephone au .the clans still existed . Also i think lwj was the god of flowers and wwx the god of death and when lwj visits the underworld he makes flowers grow for ayuan who is wwx adopted son

FOUND? Flowers Blooming in the Dark by TheLegendOfChel (T, 65k, wangxian, WWX & LSZ & LWJ, Gods & Goddesses au, Inspired by Hades and Persephone, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Fusion, but it's still in a xianxia/wuxia setting, Pining, Courtship, Forbidden Love, Kidnapping, kind of, Smitten LWJ, Smitten WWX, Courting Rituals, Secret Relationship, references to wwx's canonical kinks, Child LSZ, Fluff)

FOUND? there will come soft rains by infinite (recursion) (Not rated, 14k, wangxian, gods & goddesses au, Hades/Persephone au)

FOUND? The Radish and the Pomegranate by MissMagus (T, 15k, wangxian, WWX & LSZ & LWJ, Inspired by Hades and Persephone, greek mythology au, kid fic, fluff & angst) could also be this, but in it ayuan is the God of flowers and makes them grow in the Underworld

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15. Hi! It's me again. It's for fic finder. On this fic, Qin Su dies and Jin Rusong lives. Before QS dies, she told JRS to never trust JGY and a few days after she said that, she dies because of drowning (i think). That happen in the flashback. And JRS indirectly help NHS in his revenge. Thats all i can remember. Thank you!!! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

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16. Hello! I’m looking for a fic and I can’t for the life of me find it… I believe the plot was branching off after qiongqi path or nightless city, and it’s wwx running away from the cultivation world and lwj pursuing him. And while this is happening wwx meets xiao xingchen and lwj meets song Lan on the way. And it goes along with song Lan and lwj tailing wwx and xiao xingchen hoping to find them and explain everything and make up. I know wwx and xxc end up at baoshan sanren’s mountain and that lwj finds mo xuanyu during this and takes him with them. I remember the detail that a-qing brings song Lan to Lan wangji bc she knows they’re looking for a cultivator dressed in white with a white cloth “over his eyes” and she mistakes the forehead ribbon for that description. Any help is appreciated I have such a hankering to reread!

FOUND! These Things Unseen by bonyenne (T, 34k, wangxian, WWX & XXC, WWX & LY, canon divergence, fluff & angst, accidental baby acquisition, getting together, happy ending, found family, alternating pov, pining, kid fic)

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17. Hi, hope you guys are good. I'm looking for a fic I read that I forgot to bookmark. I remember WWX never got adopted by the Jiangs and was instead raised by BSSR. One day he got caught sneaking into Cloud Recesses while helping to pass messages between her and LY. When asked why he was there he panicked and claimed he was a Jiang disciple and JYL rolled with the lie for the drama of it all. I also remember the Wens attacking and he helped defend the place with the help of the other guest disciples

FOUND! Become Tomorrow by ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 39k, wangxian, alternate universe, cloud recesses study arc, WWX is BSSR's disciple)

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18. hello!

i was trying to find a fic but it's as if it disappeared from the internet.

it's one where wei wuxian 'died' at qiongqi path and lan wangji goes to pay respects in burial mounds but turns out he isn't dead.

thank you.

FOUND? Also it’s possible 18 is my fic? in this place where we don’t have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T, 42k, JC & WWX & JYL, WN & WWX & WQ, wangxian, JYL/JZX, JC & WQ, JC & WN, future JC/WQ, character death (WWX), JC shouting, humor?, JZX is ok for a Jin, necromancy)

FOUND? End Racism in the OTW | The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, wangxian, canon divergence, hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, blood & injury, injury recovery, respiratory illness, major illness, fever, grief/mourning, angst w happy ending, implied/referenced suicide, hunger & food scarcity, surgery, Fix-it of Sorts)

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19. Hello! Please help! 🙏 I've been going crazy trying to find this fic. It's post-canon, married wangxian in wwx pov, where lwj is under a spell/curse which makes him emotionless (i think its a long one-shot). I remember a scene where wwx thinks lwj just fell out of love w/ him in the beginning until he sees lwj interact with sizhui and a very robotic sex scene that ends with wwx feeling very uncomfortable. @littleladysilver

I just read #19, I wanna say it was on a recent fic finder ?? it was a 2 part fic, I think it was tagged for curses rather than amnesia

FOUND? Does anyone even read work titles? idk what to call this by Nighttdust (M, 14k, WangXian, Curses, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, though not to much, Both get hurt both get comforted, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Happy Ending, Protective WWX, Insecurity, a bit only)

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20. Hi!

So i read a canon divergence fic long time ago that wangxian were betrothed to each other since young and wei wuxian always had to wear a mask and besides the jiang family no one was allowed to see his face, also he lived in a mansion in yilling with mian mian and xue yang, plus wei wuxian and lan wangji were pining hard in this fic. Also for the sake of her family wen qing married lan wangji. I feel like it was deleted from ao3 cause i searched a lot but i wanted to get help from you guys too.

Thanks!

20 might be a deleted fic. I've seen people asking about it before, but I can't think of the name.

FOUND? I think #20 might be Price to Pay by Wangxianist and unfortunately it is a deleted fic. I also don’t think it was ever finished.

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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danielleyongbokxlbeauty · 3 months ago

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Okay back after a few hours nap after being up all night.

My brother came over earlier with his wife and kid and an extra surprise, a little black dog that is he fostering for a forever home. And I got some quality time with her and aboulutely loved her licking my face, going for my eyelashes and glasses, pawing me like a little baby, and getting into tons of trouble. She was so little that she scared my big alpha golden because she's not used to close cuddles with a baby dog. Then once she warmed up they started to just exist with me in the old bedroom/mom work room on her day bed and it was the cutest thing ever. I was all soft inside for this little puppy I hope we keep her. She doesn't like the name chocolate or else u get bitten. That's how I woke my mom today was bringing the puppy to her and she was like awww gimme the puppy. I truely do love dogs of any size or types. Same with cats. I just met this service puddle the other day his name is KFC. Imagine how soft inside feel for Hyunjins dog. He's the cutest little shit ever. Dogs and baby animals are my weaknesses. My brother was like okay dani bring my baby back to me then he stored her away in his jacket like a kangaroo pocket and she liked it. This is why stray kids like me alot because they know i would take care of their animals like my own. I like to do that like a act of service to my s/os alot or even clean house when I feel like it just to help out. But it's a comfort thing for feeling safe with a person like my own kind. Because once you traumatic bond to a friend's or multiple friends pets u kinda losse ir mind when u don't see them. And emotional traumatic bonding is real not just on animals but people too. It's how we learn about ourselves together as a unit in healing and understanding ✨️ 💯 😌 So I guess that's what I did to all of seventeen back when I was going through sexual assaults and grief emotional bonding. Opening about this is aboulutely hard but a must for me for yall to understand why we are appendices to physical touching me. That's why sometimes I say don't touch me. Love really is contracting alot of the time. Wanna know what negative energy looks like on incenses black smoke. I use that to tell when someone is being toxicity on purpose. Then I pray and lightworker a 🧂 bath or shower and now I started putting into my wax candles to protect my self love candles. 🕯 and you know what it takes a loving lightworker to talk to a shadow worker. Both sides are needed but you can be a good shadowworker. It's possible because i have met one out here that was autistic and gifted me a stone with her prayers for my journey on it.

#Spotify

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awesamkiller · 2 years ago

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Talking to someone for a RP and it make me go back and look at my virgil headcanons and this shit slaps so take it. Please I want yalls opinions

- Virgil is naturally nocturnal. Always has been. Something about anxiety meaning vigilance meaning watching over the pack at night instinct. At least that’s how he explains it.

- If you condescend him or treat him like a child he lashes out.

- He has a funky lil power of SPIDER LEGS coming from his back. He can also spin webs from his fingers. The fiber is silk-like and can be dyed after it is produced. He uses it for barricading his door if he wants to be alone, creating fun swinging hammocks, and as a sort of knitting. Patton hates it. It’s all too much spider for him.

- Virgils also like 6’10. Like he’s unreasonably tall.

- If you talk to Virgil from behind without making your presence known first he will turn around and punch you.

- Speaking of punching. Virgil likes to use a punching bag in his room but often neglects to wrap or glove his hands so his hands are almost always completely busted and bloody, or at least red raw.

- This has the benefit of making him Fucking Strong. You can’t tell under the baggy hoodie but he has decent muscle. He doesn’t look like a bodybuilder but he… has like, a swimmers body. Strong but slender.

- Virgil has very odd food habits and doesn’t often come to meals (to Pattons dismay). He mostly snacks throughout the day. If he does come to dinner to socialise with the group, he’ll have a mug of broth or something similar. He’s fine, he just doesn’t like eating in big sittings.

- He has three normal piercings to each ear and an industrial bar piercing at the top of both too.

- He has a body-mod split tongue. Remus helped with that before Virgil left the dark sides.

- When not in the vicinity of the light sides, he likes to switch back to his old hoodie.

- He has a lot of incense and a lot of scented candles in his room. He also can change the atmosphere. Back when everyone got anxious in his room he didn’t have much control over it, but he’s gotten much better at it since.

- He has a little closet in his room that is full of pillows, blankets, and even a few fairy lights, as well as a few weighted plushies (all funky little spiders). It’s a calm-down space.

- He’s autistic.

- When over-tired, stressed, or at the peak of his anxiety, Virgil often hallucinates. This can be things such as being swarmed by rats, eyes watching him, or hands in the corner of his vision, coming from under furniture, around doors and the like.

- He hates coffee.

- Virgil can drink upwards of 5 energy drinks a day (because, as mentioned, he’s practically nocturnal if he doesn’t), and as a result always has very prominent shakes. He can usually hide it by pulling his hands into his massive baggy hoodie, but if you catch him pouring a drink, changing clothes, or anything that would cause his hands or general upper body to be visible, he will be trembling a *lot.*

- He has nothing against Romans colour choice, but he sometimes jumps when seeing him simply because red reminds him of danger, blood and fire, and as a result, red is a colour that makes Virgil anxious.

- Virgil is almost always in fight or flight mode. He fights more so than flights. If you scare him, you will probably get knocked out or at least get a good bruise.

- Virgil has scars on his arms from his nails, which are sharp and stained black. When he panics, he digs them into his arms subconsciously, and he’s self conscious of the deep, crescent moon shaped scars his nails have left behind.

- When Virgil cries, the tears turn to smoke after falling down his face. If he’s sobbing, it can become genuinely hard to help because he is literally creating his own smoke screen.

- Virgils blood is jet black, and sticky, like tar. If you try tasting it for some reason, it’s bitter and rancid tasting, and is heavy on iron. If you hold a magnet on it when it’s outside Virgil’s body, it will stick to the magnet.

#Toby tattling #Virgil sanders #lol

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bubblefemmejewitchery · 8 months ago

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yippee, im so excited i was tagged! here are my answers!

How long have you been practicing?

it all started around when i was 12-13 and got super into astrology and tarot and it has only grown from there. its been a solid 6-7 years now!

How would you describe your practice?

my practice is a folk practice built upon my religious (jewish), regional (american/appalachian/midwestern) and ethnic/heritage (irish, ashkenazi-jewish). i am a bit of a jack-of-all-trades in exploring and practicing witchy topics but thats just b/c of my immense love of learning!

What tools do you use in your practice?

a solid variety of tools! incense, candles, bottles, bowls, cards, pendulum, crystals, jewellery, the list goes on!

What kind of divination is your go to?

tarot! i feel the most comfortable with it compared to other form of divination

Where do you think your practice falls on the low energy to high energy scale?

it honestly varies day to day i feel. sometimes it’s simply just saying a blessing or some other mundane things, while other times its much more involved with spellwork and research and activities.

What are your favorite resource(s) in witchcraft? (books, youtube, podcast, etc.)

for jewitchery…

@/jewitches, @/devotaj_arts, @/sheydgarden, anything by jill hammer, “the encyclopedia of jewish magic myth and mystycism” by geoffery w dennis, “jewish magic and superstition” by joshua trauchenberg

for general/other folk witchery…

@/annekekathrina, @/chaoticwitchaunt, @/ellaharrison, anything by bree nicgarren, anything by jake richards, the firefox series, so many more im forgetting rn

How cycle oriented in your practice?

very cycle oriented! i follow the astrological movements, the seasons, and both the jewish and gregorian calendar and its movements.

How does nature play a role in your practice if at all?

it is a fundamental part of my practice as it is what connects me to the world around me and the spiritual within it. every single animal and plant and phenomena of nature is holy in its own way and carries its own magic.

What is your witchcraft hot take?

some of yall are NOT ready to hear this but most witchcraft spaces are dominated by wiccan, new age and culturally christian beliefs/ideas and it is truly a plague on the larger witchcraft community. that might need to be an entirely separate post just to get through all my problems here lol

What is the weirdest thing to happen to you via your practice?

perhaps just the amount of eerie “coincidences” i run into that at times. that might not necessarily be related to my practice, but who knows?

What is the best thing to happen to you via your practice?

making friends with fellow folk witches and finding community! it isn’t perfect ofc, but im so happy to have it!

i tag @endorsprophecy @toothandsugar or honestly anyone else who wants to do this!

I was trying to find something like this to just look at and see the responses, and I couldn't find any, so I decided to create one.

Witchcraft Ask Tag

How long have you been practicing?

I have been practicing for about 6-7 years now, kind of off an on as my adhd takes me from one place to the next.

How would you describe your practice?

Its a mix of kitchen witchcraft, green witchcraft, and my jewish religious practice and culture all together. I have also called it hearth craft to a couple friends since my practice is based in my household and home, ie what can I do to improve the quality of the lives within my home.

What tools do you use in your practice?

I have a mortar and pestle, thats sooo necessary imo. And all my kitchen utensils as well. I just have a lot of bits and bobs that are used.

What kind of divination is your go to?

Bone throwing! though I have recently tried crystal throwing and that is pretty cool too.

Where do you think your practice falls on the low energy to high energy scale?

I would say medium, and at times high.

What are your favorite resource(s) in witchcraft? (books, youtube, podcast, etc.)

I am gonna say Jewitches in my favorite resource for all my jewitchery needs.

For general witchcraft HearthWitch & ChaoticWitchAunt on youtube have to be my favs.

How cycle oriented in your practice?

Very! Thats because Judasim is a very cycle oriented religion due to the calendar being sol-lunar, and every week I renew things once more on shabbat.

How does nature play a role in your practice if at all?

A lot! being out in nature is very important to me, and my plants are a reflection of mine and my households health.

What is your witchcraft hot take?

Stop calling non-jewish holidays sabbats! You are appropriating if you do.

(link to a nice tumblr post that describes my feelings on this a lot better than I can)

What is the weirdest thing to happen to you via your practice?

I had a prophetic dream that predicted the end of one of my long term friendships.

What is the best thing to happen to you via your practice?

Making new friends and joining a community of like minded people. I am so happy to have met the people I have!

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I am going to @bubblefemmejewitchery, @zevthejewitch, @salixsociety, @shtetlshabbos, @will-o-the-witch, @hiddenhearthwitch, @magickkate, @broomsick, and anyone else who wants to do it! Feel free to share as much or as little as you would like, and don't forget to pass it on!

#personal

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danniburgh · 4 years ago

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Sins of the Flesh (priest!Dave York x f!reader)

Pairing: priest!Dave York x f!reader

Summary: His mind shouldn’t be on the new catechesis teacher as he cleaned the chalice after handing communion. His thoughts shouldn’t be on the young girl he knew for so long as he blessed the congregation and finished mass.

But you were different now. Something in you had changed. “Lord, have mercy on me.”

Word count: +10.9k

Warnings: religion! catholic religion to be precise, a lot A LOT of religious references and undertones (shot every time you find one lmao), age gap (around 15 years, reader is legal), smut, unprotected p in v, oral sex, breaking of celibacy vows!, catholic guilt, me making divine metaphors... i think thats it.

A/N: first of all this is all @asta-lily’s fault, she asked why no one had turned this man into a priest and i said “ok ill do it” so i did it, she is to blame. also i wanna say thanks to the pocket wives that encouraged this creation, sorry my loves, this isnt as slutty as yall thought lmao, and thanks to @alliterative-albatross who gave me all the bible verses that shaped this story as well. and i wanna thank the creator of this playlist that i listened over and over while writing this, and yeah, sorry for this monstrosity, love you <3

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moodboard by @asta-lily

“So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin.”–James 4:12.

Sunday 1.

Like a piece in a puzzle.

That’s how you fit in.

There, sitting in the middle of a ten people polished wood bench, eyes on the four feet tall crucified Jesus on the wall above the altar, ready for the first sermon you were to hear after coming back home.

Home. That was the name.

That church felt like home.

You were enjoying sitting there, among the children you met a couple of hours earlier when you were introduced to them as their new catechesis teacher, breathing in and out the myrrh incense burning and invading the navel and your lungs, filling them with new energy, getting them ready to feel the love that you were sure was about to pour over you.

You heard your name behind you and you turned around to see Mrs. Stevens, one of your mother’s friends waving at you from two rows behind.

“Hi, honey!” she smiled at you and immediately you reciprocated “I heard you were in town, are you staying this time?”

You drowned a chuckle inside your chest and bit your lip, nodding. Just realizing you even had missed the venomous messages hidden behind the kind words mouthed by old catholic moms.

“Yes, Mrs. Stevens, I’m staying this time.” you replied, the woman lifted her hand a bit to the sky and you smirked to her.

“God bless, I bet your mom is delighted you’re here!” she muttered “I know she missed you terribly all those years you were in that school.”

“It’s called college, Mrs. Stevens,” you reminded the woman, and she rolled her eyes, making you chuckle softly again “but do not worry for my mama anymore, I graduated, I’m staying for good.” you told her, amused at the way she acted as if you staying at home was some godsend blessing.

The organ began to play on the upper balcony behind everyone and you saw two altar boys, carbon copy of each other, almost rushing their way to the altar, and behind them… Father Dave.

You smiled softly at the sight of him as he walked solemnly to the altar, his green chasuble flowing with the air and the movement, there was a thought you had all those years you were away from home because of school, always coming back to Father Dave York: the young priest that decided to stay in the first congregation he was sent to, the one that became a pillar to the community, the holy man that held the direct link to God and that gave you your first communion, the one you missed when you went to attend mass at the church near campus because no one gave the sermons like he did. For some reason, whenever you least expected, you thought of him.

You saw him putting his bible on top of the pressed cloth over the altar, kneel and kiss the center of it and cross himself. And then, after he closed his eyes and muttered a prayer to himself and to God, he opened his deep brown eyes and he looked at you.

“Let us pray.”

Your mouth dried when his deep timbered voice, with the help of a small microphone on his altar, wrapped the entire navel and you with it, he looked at you as he cleared his throat and he opened his arms to the sky, breaking eye contact with you.

“Lord, have mercy.” he murmured, and the congregation replied to his prayer as you struggled to find the air that had escaped your lungs.

As Father Dave guided the congregation through the sermon and through the prayers, all you could see was him.

In some way, there was something different about him you hadn’t noticed the last time you were there; you didn’t know if it was something about his deep voice as he recited the credo by muscle memory, the way he walked from one side of the sanctuarium to the other as he talked about the scripture or the way his hands wrapped around the chalice when one of the altar boys handed it to him as the organ echoed all around the navel, announcing the communion.

You stood up and walked to the back of the line and sighed as he lifted the wafer to the sky, and your eyes closed by themselves when he lifted the chalice and took a sip from the sacramental wine and locked your eyes on him as the line moved.

As soon as you were in front of him your lips parted and he smiled at you softly.

“The body of Christ.” he murmured, his deep brown eyes on yours as they filled with tears.

“Amen” and you opened your mouth.

He put the wined wafer between your lips and his thumb brushed with your chin, making your skin burn as you brought it inside of your mouth with your tongue and forced yourself to walk away from him.

As you returned to your seat with the gold cross that hung from your neck between your fingers and kneeled to pray for the forgiving of your sins, all you could think of was brown, deep eyes, and a soft, brief touch on your chin that burned more than the wax of a burning taper.

Dave felt it.

The way you looked at him throughout the entire service.

And it made him feel different.

When you rose from your seat to walk to the communion line, he saw the way your body moved, almost as if you were floating instead of walking.

He knew you were back, and his heart was happy you were finally home.

But he didn’t expect to see you so changed.

And he didn’t expect the way your eyes had made him feel.

Then you were in front of him, and he smiled because he remembered the first time he handed the body of Christ to you, years and years before.

And your eyes filled with tears as his breath hitched when your lips parted for him as he fed you the sacred soul of the savior.

God, have mercy.

His mind shouldn’t be on the new catechesis teacher as he cleaned the chalice after handing communion. His thoughts shouldn’t be on the young girl he knew for so long as he blessed the congregation and finished mass.

But you were different now. Something in you had changed.

Lord, have mercy on me. He thought as he entered the sacristy.

“Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper, but he who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy.”–Proverbs 28:13.

Sunday 2.

“Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.” Dave heard your voice next to him and felt the air leave from his lungs. Not you, please God, not you.

You had been avoiding Father Dave for almost the entire week.

And you felt guilty about it.

You couldn’t even look at him in the eyes and not think about those dreams you were having about him.

If God was all love and perfection, why was he tempting you with dreams of Father Dave, his own servant, touching you in places you got shivers from, warming your body with his own, putting his mouth on your skin as you repeated his name like it was the sanctus?

Holy, holy, holy.

Why was God putting inside your head the sins of the flesh you had already asked forgiveness for? Why was he making you desire a forbidden man? A man that was not to be perceived as a man but as the representation of him on earth.

That morning, when you walked into the church to impart the catechesis class, you saw Jesus on the cross and you saw him look at you. And you knew he knew.

All omnipresent, all omniscient, all omnipotent.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Almighty God why were you thinking about him so much?

And the resolution in your mind was asking for forgiveness, you needed to pay penitence for those thoughts you knew you did.

But were you really about to confess to the man you had been dreaming about that he was invading your every thought?

“It has been two weeks since my last confession.” you mumbled, playing with your cross over your neck, Dave breathed in deeply and intertwined his hands on his lap.

“What are your sins?” he asked, closing his eyes as he remembered his own.

Dave was always a man of faith. It was in him from birth. He had been taught and trained to not fall into any temptations and so far his life had been devoted and dedicated to God and only to God.

But your eyes and the way you saw him, and the way your eyes made him feel when they locked on his, had him spiraling down into decadence.

Sometimes, dedicating his life to the word of the Lord made him forget he was still a human, he was still a man.

He had needs.

And he was alright before your eyes. Before your holy eyes were on him.

He had dreamed of them; he had thought of them; he had imagined them when he was in the limbo between sleep and awakeness.

He had dreamed of your lips, of your lips on his skin, he had thought of those lips that just looked like they needed someone to wet them and bring them back to life; he had imagined those lips of yours in places of his body he swore never to use.

He had prayed for them to disappear; he had begged to his God to erase those thoughts of his mind and free them from the temptation that was incarnated in you, in your body, in your eyes that denied to see him when you were in the same room, in your hands as you moved them to teach the children, in your legs trapped in the tight denim of your jeans, in your lips as you smiled to everyone but him, in your entire being, just by existing.

But they had increased, like a tamed flame sprayed with gasoline. He had a fire in his chest, one that was spreading through him as he was closer to you.

He needed them gone; he had sworn to never look at a woman as an object of desire; he had sworn on his life and he had vowed his commitment.

But you were there, kneeling next to him, separated by the thinnest patterned panel, holding the matches and the fuel.

“I’ve been having… improper thoughts, father,” you whispered, closing your eyes and left your necklace alone, clutching your hands together as tight as you could, you felt the aura change and the air grow thicker between him and you, “about a man.”

Dave opened his eyes at your confession and frowned. A man?

He knew you could tell him whatever you wanted; he knew he wasn’t allowed to ask in for details; he knew he was only there functioning as a link for you to get absolved from your sins and you were a young woman granted of free will and enough time to ask for absolution but he wanted to know; he needed to know who that man was.

“He is ol–older than me,” he heard you mumble and his hands tightened their grip on each other “and I can’t have him, father, I–I’ve been having these thoughts about a forbidden man.”

Dave’s mind went reeling, and he didn’t understand why. He didn’t like to assume about the life of his congregation members, he never did, but you were talking to him, after he had been dreaming about you for days, after you two shared something about desiring another man. And he was angry. He wanted to know who. He wanted to know who was keeping your mind the same way you were keeping his.

“He keeps me up at night, thinking of him, that is,” you whispered “I’ve–Jesus,” you let out the air of your lungs and Dave breathed in deeply once more “I’ve touched myself thinking of him.” you said under your breath and Dave felt his chest tug and turn.

“Does this man… know what he is causing in you?” he muttered with a frown and heard you sigh.

“No, I don’t want him to.”

“Alright, child,” he replied after a few seconds, and made a grimace of disgust at the pet name. It felt wrong, and he felt dirty with the word on his mouth, “do you repent these sins?”

“Yes, father, I do.” you closed your eyes at his words and wanted, for once, to be brave and tell him he was the one roaming around your mind. But it wasn’t fair.

“Please, recite in silence the act of contrition,” he muttered to you and you obeyed, feeling your eyes fill with tears.

As he waited for you to finish, he did the same on his side of the confession box

I’m choosing to sin and failing to do good.

“Amen.” you said, and he murmured the word to the ceiling.

“I think the word you do for the church,” he started, and you wrinkled your nose at the thought of him knowing it was you “the devotion you have, and how you repent, you don’t need to pay penance,” he muttered separating his hands and putting two fingers on the edge of the patterned panel that separated the two of you “through the ministry of the church,” your breath hitched as he whispered the words to you, and you saw with teary eyes the shadow of his fingers on the panel “man God give you pardon and peace,” you bit your lip and unclutched your hands, lifting your fingers and pressing it to his as two heavy tears fell from your eyes.

Dave felt the pressure of your touch and felt his hand tremble.

“And I ab–absolve you from your sin.” he said under his breath, pressing back.

“Thank you, father.” you whispered, not moving your fingers. You could feel the warmth of his through it and for a few seconds, you could also feel his eyes on your face.

Dave was the one to break the contact first. Absentmindedly brushing his fingers on his stole as he saw the shadow of you move and get out of the confession box.

He sat there, thankful you were the only one that morning and thinking about what you had told him.

A man of God, a man of hope. He had hoped, even if it was a sin and even if it was forbidden by pure creed and vow, that you were feeling the same as he was.

For a moment, he wondered about those thoughts… Were you thinking about that lucky old man touching you? Were you thinking about that man kissing you? What did that man look like? He wanted to be that man; he wanted to be the one whose touch you desired; he wanted to be that man you thought of as you sneaked your hand inside your underwear at night and brought yourself to pleasure. He wanted to be the one whose kiss you yearned for as your sex ached for attention; he wanted to be the one whose fingers you imagined as your own were buried deep inside you.

He fisted the flesh of his thigh over his dress pants and forced himself to stop thinking of you like that.

Dave stayed inside the confession box for twenty minutes more, praying for forgiveness, as he had done every night since you had been back.

At service, he saw you further back on the benches and he tried not to sneak glances at you as you sat there with your precious eyes on the crucifix above him, avoiding him at all costs.

And at communion, he tried not to brush your soft skin with his fingers as he fed you the wined wafer, failing when his knuckle brushed your cheek, his chest deflating when he noticed the way your face quirked in pain when you muttered Amen at him. Dave tried not to make anything of the fact that you kneeled more time than anyone else on the congregation after receiving the communion.

And when the service was over and he was alone in the sacristy, he tried and failed to not think about your skin, your eyes, your hands and your lips all over his neglected body.

That sunday night Father Dave masturbated in the shower thinking about you with your fingers deep inside you as his mind imagined it was him you thought of when you touched yourself in the darkness of the night and prayed for forgiveness.

He shouldn’t be thinking about you like that.

“Beloved, I urge you as sojourners and exiles to abstain from the passions of the flesh, which wage war against your soul.”–1 Peter 2:11.

Sunday 3.

“Father, sh–shit,” you bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning as your pointer and middle fingers circled your wet clit under the covers of your bed, your legs spread open, the soft cotton of the sheets grazing softly at your inner thighs as you imagined your fingers being one of Father Dave’s, as you imagined him next to you, with his arm above your head as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear and nibbled at your neck while his other hand played your clit like a master pianist. You imagined the hardness of his erection pressing patiently on the skin of your hip, wetting it with pre-semen, making your body burn with the feeling of his warm naked body beside you.

As your other hand played with your nipple you imagined his eyes taking you in, you imagined his lips on your skin, were they soft? you bet they were, and you bet as well his hand would be surprisingly rough for a priest.

“Jesus, fu–fuck.” the knot inside your lower belly exploded with the thought of him and his hand and his body and his lips and his priesthood and you came with a silent scream that made your ears ring for a few seconds and your legs tremble on the bed.

As you hazed out, ready to fall asleep again before your alarm went off to go to work at the church, you felt that familiar guilt cripple inside you and settle in your chest, warming up and leaning against your heart.

Dave was panting, he fisted his hand as he leaned on the tiled wall of his shower and his other hand moved desperately on his cock. The water was still warm, and he closed his eyes shut as he imagined it was your hand on him, giving him the pleasure he was seeking, as he imagined you were behind him, your lips brushing against the wet skin of his back, your free hand around his chest, gliding softly at his skin, making him whimper with your touch.

It was so early for him to be so hot over you again; it wasn’t good for him to give into these desires he had and had been praying so hard and so much to get rid of.

He didn't want to keep doing it and he surely didn’t feel good after it, but his body ached for you, his chest turned every time he thought about you, every time he saw you around the church, he felt the deepest, hottest desire for you and your hands and your body and he just couldn’t help it.

His hand gripped and pumped as fast as he could and he came with a silent groan, opening his eyes as he finished milking every drop of his seed and watched it mix with the shower water and go down the drain. Along with the decency and morality that was left inside him.

You heard your name being said, and you turned around as you finished picking up your things from the small desk you used to teach the catechism; you saw Mrs. Vega, the church custodian, a small, old lady that had known you forever, walking towards you.

“I’m sorry dear, but I want to ask you for something.” she said when you smiled at her.

“Of course, Mrs. Vega, what is it?” you put your small book inside your bag and hung it from your shoulders.

“You see, the little twins that help Father Dave are sick today,” you frowned at the mention of Father’s Dave name but let out a sad sigh at her statement, “and they can’t come help with the service, you’re the youngest of the teachers, could you do it?”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise and felt your stomach churn inside you at the thought of standing next to the altar for a whole service.

“Me?” you asked, your voice in a high pitch as Mrs. Vega reached for your arm and tugged you to walk out of the chapel and into the navel of the church.

“Yes, dear, remember only the youngest get to do it.” she obviated, pulling you with her to the transept and up two steps to the sanctuarium “you only need to hand him the communion things and the holy water, I will prepare everything for you.”

“Why don’t you do it?” you asked in a whisper, not daring to take a step further closer to the altar. Mrs. Vega turned to look at you, and she narrowed her eyes.

“Since when are you shy, girl?” she asked with a teasing smile “I remember you singing in that kiddie choir we used to have and doing it terribly,” you chuckled at the memory and bit your lip “it’s only until the boys get that bug they got out of them.” she palmed your arm, and you breathed in deeply.

You looked up at the crucified Jesus above the altar and silently begged him for anticipated forgiveness.

Dave almost cursed when he saw you standing next to the altar as he walked across the navel.

The thought of who would replace Bobby and Chris on their altar duties didn’t even cross his mind as he was more worried about praying for the boys and sending them some sweets and pleading for the cleansing of his soul after the incident on his shower earlier that morning.

As he stepped up to the sanctuarium your eyes locked on his and he noticed you lips parting when he nodded his chin once at you, he noticed the way you swallowed as you nodded back and for a brief second, his imagination ran wild and made him believe you felt the same way as he did about you.

Even if it was the wrongest thing to think about.

It was like torture.

An hour of torture.

You got to see him kneel behind the altar and kiss the white pressed cloth softly as he stood, as you wanted and wished to be the altar’s cloth he pressed his plump lips on, he crossed himself and you mimicked his movements. And for a brief fraction of a second, as he opened his arms to the sky, you saw him looking at you out of the corner of his eye. And his eyes burned in your skin, they made you feel like your chest was aflame.

The communion time arrived, and he turned to you as you grabbed the chalice with the wine, his eyes locked with yours and you felt them weigh heavy on your body.

Dave couldn't concentrate, he felt on his side the way you were looking at him. It was heavily distracting for him to have you there, in his space, so close to him.

His hands brushed yours when he took the chalice from you and he stood there for less than a second, his fingers on yours. His soft touch and warm skin made your lips tremble with the emotion that touching him gave you. You felt a shiver go up and down your spine and the small hairs of your nape rose as his hands trapped yours.

You caught your lip between your teeth as he broke the contact and you knew he noticed; he looked at your lip as you bit it, and you blushed under his and God’s gaze.

You watched him and he felt you observing him as he prepared the wafers and wined them inside the chalice.

Your throat knotted when he lifted the cup to the sky and you felt your mouth dry as he brought the rim to his lip and his neck strained while he took a sip of the sacramental wine.

Because of the closeness you could see the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed the wine, you noticed a small drop of the crimson red liquid escape from his lips and the way he trapped it with his tongue settled deep inside your belly and leaked through your sex.

The pain of the greatest guilt you’ve ever felt in your short life appeared again and clawed its way inside your chest and to its now usual spot right next to your heart, you were struggling to keep your thoughts at bay; you were looking at Father Dave, right in front of you, doing what he dedicated his life to, and you were imagining him using his hands on your body instead of handling the instruments of the church.

Would he touch you like that? would he treat you with the same delicacy as he treated the body of Christ? would he caress you as softly as he did the chalice? would his mouth be warmed with your taste as it was by the wine he drank?

Dave turned to you and he saw you clutching your hands together, you walked towards him slowly, and he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you moved, almost as if air went through you, as if instead of giving steps your feet barely touched the floor because you were floating.

Everything slowed down, the music of the organ in the balcony, the prayers of the congregation, even the way he moved slowed down so he could focus on your face; on your sweet eyes, those that had brought into him the feeling of humanity, on your soft skin that had scorched his hand when he dared brushed his fingers on it, on your lips, those lips that he couldn’t pray out of his head.

He lifted his hand with the wined wafer, and even the way those holy lips of yours parted was slowed down.

Your eyes connected with his and Dave felt it in his body, deep inside his stomach, the temptation, the whispers of his mortal body as it reacted to your actions; he put the wafer between your lips delicately and pushed it inside your mouth, and then, as if by the grace of God in the heavens, you closed your mouth while he did it, and your lips wrapped softly around the pad of his finger as he pulled them away from you.

And just like that, the world started moving at its usual pace.

His skin tasted sweet. And you spent the rest of the service thinking about what other parts of him would taste like that.

Would his neck taste the same if you kissed it? would his chest feel like that if you nibbled on it? would his lips be that warm or would they be warmer?

Dave’s finger was burning.

He wanted to chop it off his hand just to stop feeling that flesh-eating guilt of enjoying your lips, your soft, warm lips around it, touching his skin, wetting it with the slick of your mouth.

After the service ended and Dave blessed the congregation, he saw you rush to the exit and he felt the sting of the guilt and the sadness. He wanted to talk to you and offer his apologies before you went home.

Sunday 4.

You weren’t there.

And Dave missed your eyes on him.

“I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.”–Romans 12:1.

Sunday 5.

As soon as you walked into the church you felt the eyes of all omnipresent beings on your body. As if the desire that burned deep inside your body left marks all over your skin, that could be visible for all those that looked carefully enough.

You heard your name behind you and jumped slightly, startled. You turned around and felt your blood fall to your feet.

“Father Dave,” you muttered, more to help yourself acknowledge the fact that there he was, standing in front of you, out of habit, his white tab collar was the only piece of his attire that hinted the fact that he was a priest. You tried to control your body as you felt instantly that flame inside your chest beginning to spread.

“You weren’t here last week,” he said, hesitating to step closer to you “are you okay?”

You nodded a few times and bit your lip to stop it from trembling.

“Are you sure?” Father Dave asked, and you dropped your eyes to the floor and saw him give a couple of steps towards you, your breath hitched and your entire body began to shiver when you felt his hand on your arm “I’m sorry.” he whispered.

“What?” you looked up to see him and you could notice his pained quirk, his brow furrowed, his eyes narrowed and his lips… those lips you had spent all but two weeks imagining printing themselves and making marks on your skin, on a sad, downwards line.

“Can I please talk to you?” he said again in a whisper and you opened your mouth to reply, but only air came out, “please?”

His deep brown eyes were on yours and you felt your chest turn by the feeling of having him so close. You nodded, and he turned to the sides, as if he was making sure there was no one there, and guided you to the sacristy.

“What are you doing?” you asked, a bit altered when he opened the door and let you in first, followed you and closed the door behind him.

“I just needed to be alone with you for a minute,” he clarified, you let your eyes wander around the small space where he got ready every day for the services instead of letting them settle on him, because you knew being that close to him wouldn’t help your situation at all “I wanted to apologize.”

You frowned and looked at him. He had his back almost glued to the door and his hands together, his thumbs fidgeting with each other.

“Apologize for what?” you muttered, and he sighed.

“I’m–I make you uncomfortable, and I’m sorry.”

Dave felt stupid telling you that, but it was his truth; he spent every free moment of his days when you weren’t near him thinking maybe it was because of him. It would make sense, that you didn’t want to be there because you didn’t like his closeness, that you didn’t want to be there because he was taking advantage of his position to steal glances and give furtive touches.

He understood, but you were an excellent woman, devoted and committed to the congregation, and he knew he needed to stop or you would leave and he would never see you again. And he couldn’t have that.

“You aren–you…” you babbled, and then the look he gave you made you lose your words.

His eyes were all over you. And you could feel them on your skin, how they took you in, how they navigated through your body and every inch of you was immediately on fire.

Then he looked at your face and you swore you could see in his brown eyes the deepest form of devotion there was. And your mouth was agape and your eyes filled with tears and suddenly he was in front of you and his hands were orbiting your face.

“Can I touch you?” he said, and you nodded.

He cupped your face, and you felt his warm, rough hands scorching your skin as you closed your eyes. His warmth started mixing with your own and you could feel him inside you already. It was as if everything you needed in life was already there.

“You don’t make me uncomfortable,” you whispered, closing your eyes as his fingers started caressing the skin of your face, tracing your features “I swear you don’t”

Dave let out a sigh when his thumb traced the edge of your lips and he so wanted to lean down and take them in his. There had been so long since he last kissed someone and he, for a split second, forgot everything about him and the only thought in his mind was you.

“I don’t?” he asked under his breath as a tear rolled down your cheek and he brushed it off with his knuckles, you shook your head and opened your eyes and he felt his heart fill with the purest love he had ever felt in his life “you swear?” you curled your lips up and nodded twice.

“Can I tell you something?” you muttered, looking up at him and losing yourself in the depths of his brown eyes.

“Always.”

You allowed your hands to slide to his shoulders and you let out a relieved sigh. They fit perfectly.

“Yo–you are…” he nodded his chin, his hands still cupping your face softly as his eyes studied your face, you let out a trembling sigh and grabbed as much courage as you had left within you “you are the man I’ve been thinking of all this time.”

Dave widened his eyes and the movements of his hands stopped, he looked at you, searching for any hint of mischief or lie, searching for something that could tell him you were lying, that you were playing with him. But there was none.

“That’s why I wasn’t here last week,” he heard you say as he felt his heart burn with the flames of his desire and love “I was embarrassed after what happened at the communion.”

You looked at him for a second, waiting for the rejection, waiting for him to tell you what you already know, that he can’t for you what you wanted him to be, that he can’t give you what you wanted as his duty was with God and not with the mortals, let alone with a woman.

Father Dave had resigned to the pleasures of the mundane world; you knew that, but you also knew he deserved to know, even if nothing would happen.

“Am I?” he asked you, bewildered after such confession, you nodded and moved your hands to cup his face, a gesture that made him close his eyes. You wondered when was the last time, if ever, he had been touched like that “we can’t” he replied, opening his eyes and leaning in to you.

You could feel his breathing mixing with yours as the implications of his words fell on you.

“We can’t” he repeated, pushing his forehead to yours as you trembled under his touch.

“You want to?” you asked him and Dave asked for guidance in his mind as you started crying and wetting his hands. He nodded, and you sobbed.

“I can’t” he whispered, and you shook your head as he looked at you pouring your feelings from your eyes.

“Kiss me.” you pleaded, looking into his brown, deep eyes. Making him frown.

“What?”

“If you’re not gonna give me anything, at least kiss me.”

His face quirked from confusion to pain in an instant, and you gripped the hold on his face.

“Please, Dave.”

Dave sighed at the way you whispered his name without calling him a father, and deep inside him he was grateful. With you he didn’t feel like a man of god, with you, letting him touch you and touching him back, he only felt like a man. Like the man he never got the chance to be.

“I–I” he started, and you shook your head. Dave looked into your eyes and all the air he had stored in his lungs left his body in a hurry, you were the most precious being he had ever seen, and for a second, he wanted nothing but to make worth the fact he had you in his hands “shit.” he said under his breath.

Dave brought your face up to him and printed his lips on yours, stealing the little air and the close to no coherence you still had in you. You let out a soft moan out of the surprise and out of the feeling of your entire body warming up to his temperature.

His lips were as soft and as wars and better than you had imagined, they were a bit dry and hesitant on yours, but the contact of them with yours made you feel like you were floating away from the realm of the living.

Dave didn’t want to stop kissing you. He didn’t remember the last time he had kissed a woman, and in that moment he wasn’t kissing any woman he was kissing you; the precious being that had been in his mind for weeks and that had never left.

Unsure of his movements, he let you take control of the contact and soon enough you were sliding the tip of your tongue along the seam of his lips, Dave let out a surprised grunt and opened his mouth slightly of you, and you took his lower lip with your mouth. And he let you kiss him all you wanted, enjoying the contact of your slow, wet, warm lips on his less experienced ones until he was sure his lungs were screaming from the lack of air.

When he broke the kiss, he left a small one on your forehead and pressed his lips there and you closed your eyes to feel him settle inside you

“I’m sorry.” you whispered to his neck. And he nodded slightly.

“Me too.”

“But I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart.”–Matthew 5:28.

Sunday 6.

Your knuckles grazed softly with the sacristy door and you heard the muffled noise of the latch and the door opened.

“Hi,” you smiled and Dave looked at you up and down “got your text.”

“Come in.” he motioned his hand for you to hurry and you turned your head to both sides and walked into the sacristy, closed the door behind you and slid the latch.

Immediately after the door was locked, you felt his hands on your waist and his chin on your shoulder.

“This is why you texted me?” you teased and he moved to let a kiss on your jaw.

“I missed you.” he muttered and turned your body around for you to face him.

“You didn’t.” you smiled at him and wrapped your hands around his neck, grateful for the apparently deliberate choice of him to take off his tab collar.

“Yes, I did, I missed you all day.” Dave leaned towards you and took your lips in his, already knowing, after less than a week’s practice, how you loved being kissed.

His lips were as warm as they always were, his tongue barely present if not just to taste the sweetness of your lipstick, his hands always steady on your waist, and at the end, his forehead on yours, just taking in your breaths with his.

“Mass starts soon.” you said, and he nodded, sliding his hands to your middle back to wrap you closer to him.

“I know.” he left another brief kiss on your lips.

“You gotta get dressed.” you murmured against his lips.

“I know.” he muttered back and kissed you again.

“Want me to help?” you asked under your breath, just for him, as if you saying it as low as you could would stop God from listening.

“Yes, I would love that.” Dave replied and gave into another deep kiss that stole both your breath and made you want to stop the time so you could kiss until your lips fused together.

“C’mon you need to get ready.” you broke the kiss and stepped away from him, making him smile. You wandered around the sacristy and found his tab collar. You sighed and took it in your hands.

Dave looked at you and noticed the way you looked at the soft plastic piece, he walked towards you and raised his hand to grab yours. As you felt his hand on yours; you turned your head to look at him and smiled softly, and you moved your hands, raising them to carefully lift the collar of his shirt and clasp the piece around his neck.

“You okay?” he asked in a whisper, you nodded and bit your lip at the sight of him in front of you.

Dave moved and walked to the small table against a wall with a large bowl of water and you gazed at him as he washed his hands and whispered a few words. You leaned onto the wall just looking at him go to a small cabinet near the opposite corner and took a white, folded linen garment, which he unfolded and you recognized as the long robe he used under all his attire.

He slid it off and whispered another prayer again as he let it fall and graze his ankles. His eyes went to you and you smiled at him, he next grabbed a green square that you also recognized and you walked to him and took it out of his hands.

“Let me do it” you whispered, and he nodded, you unfolded the long stripe that was the stole and found its middle, Dave crouched a bit to help you and you let it fall around his neck over his shoulders.

“Return to me the stole of immortality,” he whispered, looking at your eyes, your throat dried at the deepness of his voice “which I have lost in the sin of my first parent and although I, unworthy,” he continued and took your hand in his “approach thy sacred mystery grant to me everlasting joy.”

You gripped his hands and felt your throat knotting around itself.

“Why are you praying to me?” you asked under your breath. He cupped your chin with one hand and brought you close to his face.

“You’re holy.” he whispered and left a soft kiss on your lips.

“Stop it.” you chastised him and he shook his head, giving you a soft smile that you reciprocated immediately.

You turned to the table and saw a long, golden cord and you took it.

“Not that one.” he muttered, and you frowned.

“Why not?” you saw him taking a deep breath as he took it from your hand and left it back on the table.

“The cincture… it means chastity and continence.” he replied under his breath and you let out all the air of your lungs as he took his chasuble and put it on without looking at you.

“Dave.” you called, and he lifted a hand to you as he said the last prayer. When he finished, he looked at you and as if he read your mind, he smiled at you and shook his head.

“Don’t,” he whispered, taking you again in his hands and pulling softly so your head rested on his shoulders “don’t apologize please.”

“I need to,” you mumbled against the light fabric of the green chasuble “I’m keeping you from your vow.”

Dave grabbed your shoulders and pulled you away from his body, his hands slid to your face and you gripped his wrists as he brought your face to his.

“You’re not doing anything, my love,” he muttered the last words directly on your lips as he stole a few kisses from your trembling mouth “you’re perfect,” he panted out and you shook your head “I’m doing this because I want to, please understand it,” he kissed you again, a bit more desperately “you’re the most divine creation I’ve ever laid my eyes and hands upon,” he whispered rapidly on your lips “and I want you to be mine.”

You gasped as the words left his mouth, and he gazed at you.

“Dave...” you started, but he didn’t let you finish, he wrapped his arms around you and brought your body to his, tightening the embrace as he thought of the implications of what he just asked.

Dave lifted his eyes to the ceiling and for the first time in years, with you slowly wrapping your arms around his waist, exactly over the place the cincture was supposed to go around, and the sweet aroma of your perfume inundating his senses, he felt really close to heaven.

“I want you to be mine too.” you whispered into his ear, and he smiled, leaving a kiss on top of your head.

“How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights!”–Song of Solomon 7:6.

Sunday 7.

You stirred on your seat again, the organ was playing the latest song before Dave would bless the congregation and wrap up the service and you were nervous.

You glanced at the crucified Jesus above him and you felt his eyes on yours; you felt him shove his holy hand on your chest and as the last notes of the song inundated the navel, you felt your throat sting with the green tint of your deep guilt, but at the same time, the rest of your body drown with the red warmth of your love and desire for Dave.

Is it worth it? you heard inside your head and your immediate response was yes.

Eternal damnation in exchange for a few hours of love. It was condemnedly worth it.

The service was over and you stood up with the rest of the congregation; you talked with a few people on your way out of the church and slowly and patiently you waited for everyone to disperse.

You walked around the gardens outside the church and slid between the gate that marked the beginning of Dave’s small house inside the church grounds. You rummaged around your small bag and pulled out the key he had given you earlier and with nervousness and the familiar guilt settled next to your heart; you let yourself into his house.

You turned on the lights. The space wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small and everything around smelled like him. For a priest’s home, the place lacked religious imagery, and you automatically chastised yourself for thinking about his priesthood again.

You sat on the loveseat next to the door as you waited for him and got dragged inside your head again; you talked about doing that throughout the week and you had agreed it was something you both wanted. But your head sent you through an unwanted train of thought and you sat there, thinking about the future. Something you hadn’t talked about.

After all, he would still be a priest and you would still be a young member of his congregation. You could spend time with him and let you love him and let him love you as much as you two wanted, but in the future… what else was there for you?

You could never ask him to leave his habit for you, you could never ask him to leave his life for you, you could never do something like that to him. But you were unsure if something like that had any other path but failure.

The door opened and there he was, unclasping his tab collar and dropping it on the end table as you rose from your seat and walked to him. He smiled at you and his hands found his place on your waist.

“You’re here.” he said, not surprised but relieved.

As he took off his attire in the sacristy and walked to his house from the church, he had a few minutes to think about what he was about to do. He didn’t allow himself to overthink it because if there was something he knew was that he wanted it; he wanted it more than he had wanted anything in his life. He couldn’t explain it even if he tried, but he knew there was something about you that made him feel human, there was something about you that made him feel like he belonged somewhere, maybe the way you talked to him, maybe the way you kissed him, maybe the way you always seemed to understand the moral and spiritual dilemma he was in. He didn’t know, but he knew that he loved you, even if he wasn’t supposed to, even when he wasn’t allowed.

And as he thought of it, love was one of the laws of the God he represented, and he felt it deeply.

“I’m here.” he pulled you to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and nodded.

“Thank you.” you closed your eyes and bit your lip, shaking your head at him.

You felt his lips on yours as they re-discovered your kisses and his hands roamed to your middle back to press your chest to his.

You were amazed by how fast he had learned how you liked to be touched, how you liked to be kissed and caressed, as if he was just trying to commit to memory everything you ever wanted and he wanted to do it to you to please you.

Dave slid his hands from your back down to your hips and moved you softly to the side, without breaking the kiss he snaked his hands to the back of your thighs and lifted you. You smiled in his mouth and wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked to his bedroom.

When you crossed the doorframe you started leaving small kisses on the skin of his neck and he sat on the edge of his bed with you in his lap, you were already feeling the hardness growing inside his pants and his hands started grazing up and down your thighs as he let you taste his neck how you best pleased.

Dave was in a haze. He understood then the power of physical touch combined with deep love; it enhanced the sensations, the flame inside his chest was burning him from the inside out with a deep desire he was sure he had never felt before, and you were there, moving slowly on his lap as you devoured the skin of his neck and kissed slowly around his jaw.

“Dave,” you whispered as you licked his earlobe and pulled out a shiver from him, he hummed in question “touch me.”

He didn’t hesitate on questioning where, his hands roamed all around your body, they were big and warm and they were rough; you cupped his jaw with both hands and took his lips in yours with a wet, open-mouthed kiss that he followed as his hands snuck inside your shirt and you moaned softly at the feeling of skin to skin.

You moved out of his lap and stood up in front of him, Dave let out a soft whine at the sudden loss of your weight on his body but stopped when you moved his legs open and stood between them.

“Take off my shirt, please.” you told him, not in an order but he obeyed, he grabbed the hem of it and lifted it, you raised your arms and felt his lips on your rib side as you finished taking it off and dropped it on the floor behind you.

Dave put his hands around your torso and licked your skin experimentally, which made you gasp at the feeling of his wet tongue against your skin and he smiled to himself, doing it again and nibbling on the same spot softly.

His hands slid to your waist and without being told to he unbuttoned your jeans and dragged them down slowly, his eyes directly on yours. You smiled at him with your reddened, kiss-swollen lips and he felt your smile settling inside his lower belly, his cock twitching inside his pants.

You put your hands on his shoulders as he helped you out of your shoes and jeans and when you were there, standing in front of him only in your underwear, he swore there wasn’t anything more divine than your body.

You sank on your knees and your hands landed on his thighs, Dave’s throat clutched and his chest turned as you smiled at him and your hands slid to his belt, you raised your eyebrows as if asking for permission and he nodded a few times, leaning backward into his hands to give you space for you to do whatever you wanted to him.

You unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, his breath hitched when your fingers hooked to the hem of both his pants and his boxers, and then he lifted his hips for you to pull them off him. Dave smiled when he saw you bite your lip at the sight of his hard cock resting on his abdomen. It did something unexpected on what he thought was his dead ego, but he loved the way you looked at it.

“Take off your shirt.” you said and again, without it being an order, he obeyed. Unbuttoned it as quickly as he could and slid it off his shoulders as you leaned over his lap and took his erection on your hand, your thumb grazing softly the tip and he threw his head back between his shoulders.

“Oh, my love.” he sighed out as you started pumping slowly and when he closed his eyes, you licked the underside and wrapped your lips around the tip, making him gasp.

You took it slowly, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum as it came out of him, pumping the rest you couldn’t fit inside your mouth with your hand.

Dave forced his eyes open and moved his head down to watch you, he shivered when he found you already looking at him; he moved his hand to your face and with his knuckles caressed your cheek, making you smile with his cock inside your mouth.

For him, looking at you on your knees between his legs was like looking at a sacrosanct painting; your lips around him taking as much of his length as you could, your saliva dripping from his dick to your hand, bobbing your head up and down as your eyes, those holy eyes that never left his, it was a pleasure he never thought he would get in his earthly life.

He felt himself close to cumming, and he pushed your head softly upwards, you rose from your knees and clashed your messy lips onto his and he wrapped his arms around your waist, his large hands roaming around the skin of your back. His fingers played with the back of your bra and he broke the kiss for a few seconds to unhook it and help you slide it off, you smiled when he sighed at the sight of your breasts in front of his face and he pulled you flush against his head, taking a nipple in his mouth.

The warmth of his mouth and the wetness of his tongue around the soft skin of your nipple made you cry out his name softly and arousal gathered between your legs. One of his hands rested on your other boob and kneaded delicately as you fisted his hair in your hand. Dave moved his mouth to your other nipple and lapped at it before trapping it inside his mouth, you pressed his head to your chest and let out a moan when his teeth grazed your nipple as he released it.

“I wanna taste you.” he muttered against your boob and you smiled at him, nodding.

He moved you softly to lie down on the bed; the sheets were cool and soft and he stood on the edge, taking you in again, studying your body.

He leaned down to you and you opened your legs to make space for him; he hovered over your body and kissed you again, softly, as if you were back in time to the first kiss he gave you in the sacristy, as if he wasn’t about to devour your body.

His kisses traveled from your mouth to your neck and your chest, he left one in each nipple, making you laugh, he left a trail of them over your belly and one over your belly button. As he kissed your abdomen and your thighs, you looked at the ceiling and you smiled at whoever was watching.

Dave took the hem of your panties on his fingers and you lifted your hips for him to slip them off you, you lifted your legs and he unhooked them from your ankles, grabbing your calves and opening your legs again. He gulped when he saw your wet, expectant pussy right in front of him and looked at your flushed face. He leaned down and left kisses around your thighs without breaking eye contact.

“Guide me.” he whispered and left a kiss right over the hood of your clit, making you moan.

You nodded once, and he looked at your pussy, opened the lips gently with his fingers and blew on your slick folds, making you shiver. He flattened his tongue and licked from your slit to your clit, tasting your arousal, moaning at the richness of it.

You slid your hand to your clit and looked at him.

“Here.” you mumbled, circling a few times to show him how. He had told you he had sex before his ordination, because he didn’t want to go into his holy orders without having experienced it and wondering for the rest of his life what he had missed, but he said it wasn’t as good as he thought it would be and before you, he thought he would never know. So you had to show him what you wanted and what you liked because his experience wasn’t vast.

Dave did as you showed and you moaned out loud, the pads of his fingers were warmer and bigger than yours and he was handling you so delicately you were already on edge.

He kept licking and circling your clit and then, without a second thought, he moved his fingers away and started circling your clit with his tongue.

“Oh m–my god,” you fisted his hair, pushing his face into your pussy and he pressed your hips onto the mattress, looking at your face with your mouth opened in pleasure and your eyes closed shut “Dave ke–keep doing that baby,” you pleaded and he did it, and started playing the pad of one of his fingers on your slit, making your hips buck slightly he saw you pant and smiled when you slid your free hand to play with your nipple so he added a second one to play with your entrance “inside, put them inside.” you said under your breath and he pushed his fingers slowly inside your cunt, making you let out a long moan of his name, he started pumping and curling his fingers inside as he had imagined you doing it all those weeks ago while touching himself in the shower and closed his eyes to hear you moan his name as he brought you closer and closer to pleasure.

He moved his fingers faster inside of you and hand fisted and pulled his hair as your moans became tamed screams and he thought of them as the most pious symphony that he and only him had the sacred pleasure to hear.

You wrapped a leg around his shoulders as you felt the knot inside your belly explode from his ministrations and you chanted his name over and over as he worked you through your orgasm. You panted for a few seconds and opened your eyes to the sight of Dave licking his fingers clean. You smiled at him and released his hair to motion him to come to you; he hovered over your body again and you put your hand on his nape to bring him to you; you moaned softly at your own taste and you felt it smile on your lips.

“What?” you asked in a whisper.

“Did you like it?” he asked back on your lips, you nodded and cupped his clean-shaven jaw, leaving a deep kiss on his lips.

“I loved it,” he smiled, and you wrapped your legs around his waist and felt his cock brushing lightly against your folds. “make love to me, Dave.”

You saw his smile widen, and it was his turn to nod to you, he kissed you again while his hand worked on aligning himself to you; he slid the tip through your folds and you gasped on his mouth when he found your entrance and started pushing in.

He did it slowly, no rush; he wanted to feel you in every inch of his cock; he wanted you to feel him and every ridge and vein of him as he found his home in you.

You nipped at his lip as he bottomed up and smiled when he stayed there, inside you, enjoying the wait for your body to acclimate to his, you looked into his eyes and you felt it.

You felt how you two fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

As if his body was made for you and your body was made for him.

It felt right.

It felt sacred.

Dave started moving at a calmed pace and you with him, quickly finding a rhythm where your hips moved almost in unison and he thrusted into you deeply every time he moved. He was supporting his weight on one arm next to you while the other gripped your hip and helped you with the tantalizing dance you both were having.

He hid his face in the crook of your neck when your hands moved to his back and you pulled his body down to yours, his chest gliding yours and his hips circling as he thrusted faster into you.

Dave moaned into your neck when you scratched his back as his thrusts became pounds.

“Harder, please, baby, harder.” you whispered into his ear and he listened, driving into you as fast as his body allowed, the noise of his skin clashing with yours and the wetness of you leaking around his cock flooded the room and his moans grew louder and you dug your nails into his skin chanting his name as you got closer and closer to your second release.

“Yo–you’re a goddess,” he muttered into the skin of your neck as his cock grazed your cervix, his hand wrapped around your hips and he lifted your ass for him to thrust deeper, making you moan his name loudly “you’re m–my go–goddess.”

You slid your hands to his ass and fisted his buttcheeks, pushing him further into you.

Dave felt his orgasm closer and closer every time he drove into you and your warm walls started to clench around him with the closeness of your orgasm, he nibbled the skin of your neck and clutched his eyes shut tighter when his body started to stiffen as he pounded into you; he muttered your name a few times like a prayer he never knew he needed to make, and it sounded right, your name in his voice as he drove himself and you to climax, his own name on your sweet voice as you begged him for everything he had in himself, it was all right, it was all correct, there was nothing wrong, how could he had felt so guilty about it when it was the most perfect, most righteous, most sacred, most heavenly action he could do.

You in his arms, your hands on his body, his cock inside your cunt, you wrapped around him begging him to cum inside you, everything about it was all he could have asked for to feel like he was in heaven. He had almost said no to feel it, and he bursted inside you at the same time as you broke in pieces around him, thinking that he would rather live his life with you around him than his afterlife in heaven.

“I love you.” he muttered against the skin of your neck and you opened your eyes after riding the high of your orgasm and looked at the ceiling.

You frowned when you heard his words and when you remembered what he said to you before he came, and as you turned to the side to see him that red warmth you had felt earlier disappeared almost completely and the bright green taint of the deep guilt inside you washed over your body and your soul.

He looked at you and narrowed his eyes. His expression changed as he realized you weren’t going to answer his confession.

“Dave,” you whispered and his face changed, his brow furrowed and you saw his jaw tighten “what did we just do?”

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blacknovelist · 3 years ago

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Ten Years Gone (Overwatch AU Fic)

Hi. In case yall needed more definitive proof that I live here now.

@painthorseblues mentioned a shimada roleswap au to me and I went "fuck yes" which more or less summarizes all the interactions, nowadays. Not to be generic, but i love these guys so much.

Dunno if links are still broken or not but if they are sucks to be me I guess!!

[AO3]

On the anniversary of his brother's death, a tired shadow breaks into Shimada manor in order to pay his respects.

Knelt upon the old sturdy mats before the vast untouched tapestry and carefully placed incense and a gleaming sharp katana, Shimada Genji bowed his head and tried to remember how to breathe.

It never got easier. His chest refused to loosen much with the passing of days, cinching instead tighter each year like a slow and steady march. Here on the trailing edge of the tenth anniversary, it resembled an intangible work vice more than anything, tightened as far as it would go around his lungs. Like ghostly arrows in his chest, an ever present ache that rattled and tugged and refused to abate, heedless of his attempts to pull them free. Like a blade lodged in his windpipe, bitter-sharp as he drowned on air.

On the worst nights he wondered— had it been like this, when the Elders struck him down? Had they drawn it out, vast years in a single night? Or had they pulled on nonexistent mercy to end it swiftly and without second thought?

Senses and instinct formed in a childhood of endless training and further honed by the road sent a cascade of needles down his spine. The quiet tap of a solid mass on the rafters high above, a soft echo of hissing air just shy of passing off as the wind. Metal on wood muffled by experience and cloth, not quite enough.

"I had wondered," Genji murmured into the dim night, "when I might see one of your kind again."

It had been weeks since the last attempt on his life. None of those who came before had followed him here without falling alongside the nameless, faceless guards outside.

How poetic, for one to slip past now.

Feet, feather-light on the floor. He did not shift. A clatter of something metallic, scraping against each other. His hands remained limp on his knees.

"How bold." A heavily modulated voice, dry enough to suspect a human, layered in enough buzz to make him second guess for an omnic. "To enter the den of your foes so brazenly."

Here on the estate's high and massive balcony, the advantage of new shadows and high walls the assassin held were mitigated by Genji's own memories, recollections of nooks and crannies and the best spots a body could wedge itself.

"I do not miss calling these halls home, but there are some things that must be done, regardless."

No reply. But then, there, the creak of a string, the frame that tethered it.

Genji did not rise. Instead he shut his eyes, willed his heart and breath to remain steady, hushed the disgruntled ripple of his dragon deep within. So long now, since that day. He tried, he really did, to stand up, to keep going, to live on, just as he'd been asked. Exhaustion seeped from his bones, weighed down on his veins.

Ten whole years. That was enough, wasn't it, Hanzo?

His breath escaped as the bowstring slipped from taut fingers, wicked arrowhead and sleek shaft darting forth to claim him. It sank deep into the floor in front of him instead, quivering, and he had no choice but to pull in another. Something tried to stir in his chest, old embers kindled by the projectile wind that flicked his ear, tempered by the bed of dread like ash on his tongue.

"That was pathetic," he said. "If you mean to do something, do not toy around."

Air hissed long and low like a breath— or perhaps, a sigh?— and the assassin shifted at his back. For a moment, nothing.

"So this is it?" they asked at last. The incredulity rang clear in the assassin's quiet voice, something tight beneath that Genji refused to read into. "You would choose to kneel, and die like a dog." Another, shorter hiss. "Just like your brother."

Ice scraped down his spine, past the swords in his throat, a rapidly bursting cascade that filled his chest, then his limbs, then his whole body. A sudden muted roar in his ears, both his dragon and his own roiling blood.

He felt more than heard the snarl that ripped itself out of his throat, the world crystalline and clear as he spun from his kneel to sink one of the dozen shuriken on his belt into the junction of the stranger's chest and shoulder, just shy of blinking blue lights. Ryū Ichimonji's hilt already rested in his other hand, drawing the blade as he stood and lunged. The assassin barely had time to lift their bow from where they'd begun to lower it, and it shuddered as the blade collided and showered sparks. When he sought to meet the other's gaze, he found a visor lit by a single glowing line.

"How dare you," Genji hissed, pressed heavy against his sword, seeking a chance by which he might drive it past the defensive stance. "Do not speak of him like that!"

The assassin heaved, tossing Genji back into the dojo, but that did little to stall. Three more shuriken carved a line towards them and they barely had time to jostle the one in their shoulder free before they ducked and dove aside towards the cover of a thick paper wall. The golden cloth hung from the back of their head failed to evade quite as smoothly, two new frayed edges fluttering as the shuriken spun off into the night unhindered. The youngest Shimada snarled.

"Did they not tell you what they did to him, that night? What they asked of him, how they answered?" The divider did well to mute the light, but not enough— the assassin barely flickered away from two well-aimed stars before they launched up with a flash of blue and inhuman grace, claw-toed feet grasping at the thick wood. "He gave them everything and they destroyed him."

He couldn't see where they pulled their arrows from, but he leapt back as one curved down towards his feet, another for his arm. A third, angled to graze across his torso, bounced off his hastily-drawn wakizashi instead. The single muffled grunt his return volley earned brought sharp satisfaction, more still as the assassin clamored for a new perch. Their next arrow struck the ground beside him and burst, and he was forced to divert briefly from his onslaught to deflect and dodge the thin bouncing fragments.

"Damned, regardless of the choice. But he did not give them everything, did he?" The assassin's voice echoed from where they clung to the beams, head cocked. "You are still here after all, aren't you, Genji?"

It took Genji a moment to realize that what he'd mistaken for burning ice had been white hot magma, blazing bright from long dormancy and spilling out across his tongue, through his teeth. His dragon rumbled in agreement, and its borrowed strength propelled him up further than any unaugmented human could have gone. With a muted gasp the assassin dropped to the floor once more, closely followed by the enraged ninja and a shower of chipped wood.

This time, when Genji's katana locked with the bow's frame, he jerked and kicked them first. The force tore the wall and sent them careening towards the courtyard, but experience told him to press the pursuit— and rewarded him the sight of the assassin's back as they began to pull back, arrow nocked but undrawn. A brief turn. Another flash of light, an unnatural leap backward. An arrow that narrowly missed his shoulder and curved to strike the wall, though this one didn't turn to shrapnel behind him. His answering shuriken scraped along the panels of their back as they tried to flee down one of the corridors. By the time he reached it and emerged on the other side, they'd vanished again.

"You spend more time dwelling in this past than in your own presence," said the assassin, ignorant of their target's plotting. Their arm whirred, and an arrow emerged from their right palm to rest upon the bow's frame. "What kind of existence is that?"

"What would you know?" he snarled into the darkness. "What do you care?" A creak in the boards. His shuriken embedded itself into the wall behind him, but the assassin had already moved away. Genji whirled in time to watch them settle near the rail, pulsing light. A plan wove itself from nothing behind his eyes as he studied them. A long shot, perhaps— but a victory, regardless of outcome. The shuriken slot themselves into his palms and itched to move, but he held for now.

"One where I can honor him when I am the only one left who will."

Father spoke of the dragons to them, a long time ago. Companions, spirits, guardians, a facet of their bloodline that could be neither abused or stolen. Perhaps, given time and energy, they could be replicated— but never the same as their own. A dragon to a Shimada, just as a koi to a pond.

Once more, the assassin tipped their head. Genji grit his teeth and allowed one star to fly. They shot it down mid-flight, but Genji soared behind it, long katana exchanged for the more flexible wakizashi.

This time he flit about, clashing with the archer only just long enough to cause sparks and prevent the other from drawing new arrows forth. The assassin adapted with ease, taking one end of the sturdy bow frame in both hands to whirl it at his center of mass. Both gave as much as they took, each swing met and diverted with like. Here, his foe's mechanical nature worked against him, a body no doubt built for combat equally suited to overpowering— if this had been how the battle remained, Genji didn't know if he would have succeeded.

They locked weapons once more, assassin curled low to halt the heavy downward stab. A shift of feet, and much like before they sent the other ninja up and away with a single powerful heave. Unlike before, he'd been ready. Genji twisted in mid-air and hurled the last two shuriken in his palm. The assassin lifted their weapon and arms reflexively, but he hadn't aimed for the head or the chest, or even the arms or hands.

Instead they twirled for the other's feet, the sturdy but slim structure of their legs and ankles. The assassin tried to scramble back. One embedded itself into the floor, but the second managed to carve a deep gouge. They fell with a grunted curse and heavy thump— it wouldn't stop them for long, Genji knew, but it would slow them down.

That was all he needed.

He let the short blade slip from his fingertips, Ryū Ichimonji returning to his grip as his feet impacted the wall. The momentum coiled him there for a beat, the dragon's call already falling from his lips, ethereal emerald green swirling. It manifested into open maw and cleaving intent as he sprang out and down to meet the figure prone upon the floor.

Through his focus, distant and muted, he also saw. The realization in the lines of their body, the renewed determination of their bow's grip. They lifted it, yet empty, as he drew the blade, his words fallen from his tongue, and—

Ryū ga waga teki wo kurau!

Light, vibrant, familiar, blossomed from the assassin's arm, a cascade from fingers to wrist to shoulder as an arrow sprang from their palm to be launched. Illumination followed the steel tip in a stormy swirl, blips like firebugs fusing to form scales, horns, two mouths and graceful roaring faces.

The arrow's angle led it to split on his blade, the impossible dragons colliding with his own like a summer storm. Their energy washed over him, invisible water and heat and something other that left his fingertips tingling, and though they never struck him— though they avoided him, burning coils mere inches from his arms, his face— he found his momentum arrested, feet and knees colliding roughly with dark wood before the other. His dragon hissed, roared, shrieked, cried as siblings thought lost spun and diverted ten years of wrath into empty air. And as it joined them, greens and blues intertwined in their return to the realm in which they rested, his katana clattered to the ground, his outflung hands the only thing that kept him from joining it.

Breath felt like an improbable dream born from older days, when all he'd needed to worry about had been what he'd eat for breakfast, what training Asa might put him through next, how to try and convince his brother to evade an afternoon of lessons in favor of far more important children things. But his lungs still worked somehow, wheezy and tight as they were, thoughts crashing into each other like train wrecks and tide-beaten stone.

Dragons. Bows. The stance of a swordsman behind that of an archer. The puzzle, all laid out neat and tidy, and yet the final realization refused him. He lifted his head to gaze at his would-be assassin, sat up themself with the empty bow still lifted and pointed at him. Between the junction of hand and sleeve, what he'd earlier dismissed as some glimpse of mechanics beneath— did ink paint the skin there blue, or was it wishful thought?

He searched for words, an answer, a question, held them up like paint swatches and found most of them wanting. With an aim like they had demonstrated, it would've been child's play to drive that final arrowhead through his skull. Even now, if they called upon the quiver within their arm, he knew he would not stop them. He had never managed to claim victor during spars that spanned growing up. His heart curled, body breathless, the blue glow leaving his eyes aching— but he needed this.

"Why?" Genji asked, heedless of the way his voice broke over the single word. The assassin said nothing, did little, save to lay their empty weapon on the ground and shift from prone to kneeling. Without thinking, he moved to mirror it.

"I refused to kill you once, ten years ago," they said, plainly, quietly. "Is it so hard to believe I would do so again?"

And before Genji could open his mouth in answer, before he could question, or deny, or even finish piecing together the riddle in full— the assassin lifted their hands to their head. With the hiss of a latch coming undone, the line of light dimmed and the shielding plate fell into waiting palm.

The face beneath differed vastly from the man in Genji's memory. Knotted pale skin lined what had once been sharp well-defined cheeks, one brow covered by metal and paired with a synthetic eyelid that did little to hide the faint artificial sheen of the eye beneath. When he pulled down the cloth that covered the rest of his face, it revealed a twisted bottom lip and more hard silver along his jaw.

But his other eye had remained whole, both the same glittering intense brown— whoever crafted the replacement had clearly paid close attention— and the arch of the remaining eyebrow, sharp enough to be a weapon in and of itself, felt ripped straight from memory. Beneath the rest of the helmet, Genji could only just make out the roots of dark hair, the edges of distinct sideburns.

Hanzo still pursed his lips the same, too, lips curled tight inward. It was the face he made when he wanted and thought he shouldn't have, but had already long caved to the desires regardless.

It felt like the arrows had managed to lodge into Genji's chest anyway, eyes alight with dripping fire. His hand reached without conscious input and clutched the gloved hand that met it like a lifeline, warm and abuzz with the remnants of the twin dragons' influence.

"You're dead," he choked out, disbelief thicker than the tears.

"I am not."

"Is that supposed to be better? I– You—" he stopped, swallowed. Both of them looked at the visor in Hanzo's other hand, one after the other, and knew what the unspoken meant.

"I am what I am. Who I am. I have adapted, and will continue to do so, as always." The hand clutching his squeezed, gently, and Hanzo lifted the plate once more. Genji didn't know whether to protest or let it be, and inaction decided for him. "The question now, Genji, is what you will do."

#blacknovelist writes #Overwatch #overwatch fic #Hanzo Shimada #Genji Shimada #Ovw fic #ovw au #Roleswap #y'all i love this verse So much

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imeverywoman420 · 3 years ago

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“I see the shawties went squad mode” really happened to me once. This annoying misogynistic hotlinebling hoodie wearing drake stan who wears short shorts (they were damn near booty shorts) ass bitch named Daanyaal that went to my school was working at Tj maxx and my friends and i were checking out and he said “damn yall got the whole squad” and it incensed us with rage for some reason.

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idontblushsrry · 4 years ago

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How the Jujutsu Kaisen Characters Smell

A/N: Absolutely no one asked for this but I have thoughts and now yall have to hear them. Btw gonna put a keep reading because I’m trying to cover as many jjk characters as possible so it’s gonna get long.

Warnings: Spoilers if you’ve only seen the anime or haven’t read the manga up to the Shibuya Arc (relatively minor but you’ve been warned)

Itadori

He’s nowhere near the best smelling but his scent isn’t awful

He sweats a lot so he takes showers a minimum of 2x a day

Overall his smell isn’t that bad, he just smells like outside

5/10 points for effort but he always smells like he just got done rolling around in grass

Fushiguro

Fushiguro smells like the suave ocean breeze body wash with an undertone of pen ink

His smell is very nice, it’s not the most remarkable but it’s not stinky

Middle school Megumi was definitely a hot mess that smelled solely of axe body spray and other middle schoolers he beat up (Tsumiki tried her best but there was only so much he’d compromise on)

After he started attending the Tokyo school, Maki threw out his axe and made Gojo buy him actual cologne/scented body wash

7/10 smells like a friend (points reduced because he used to use 3 in 1 body wash)

Kugisaki

Kugisaki is very much clean

She keeps up a beauty regimen and doesn’t play when it comes to upkeeping it

She has this light floral scent because of that; it varies between cucumbers and roses

Her body wash is also consistent with the smell of her beauty products

One thing about Kugisaki’s smell is that it does change completely depending on what products she’s using

Although, if she were to be completely clean with no scented products, she’d have a smell that’s a little bit metallic because of the nails and a little pumpkin-y

10/10 points because she sets the standard

Gojo

Smells like the inside of a guys car

He smells like bergamot and cedarwood mixed with a hint of leather

Overall he smells nice and it’s frustrating because his scent lingers. It’s so distinct that even when he’s gone, his scent will stay behind just to taunt you

9/10 minus one point for being Gojo

Maki

She’s very particular about hygiene

It mainly stems from 1) her upbringing and 2) the level of cleanliness needed to clean all the weapons she uses regularly

She smells of metal polish, lavender with a hint of patchouli, and a slight undertone of rust

10/10 overall very strong scent but it’s so uniquely her that it’s calming

Inumaki

This makes no sense but I feel like Inumaki smells like the sandwich part of a deli

Specifically that fresh baked bread and sliced lettuce smell

It can be a bit nostalgic at times especially because the smell in general occurs in a lot of places

10/10 because bread smells good

Panda

It’s canon that Panda smells like the sun but we can get more specific

Panda does smell like the sun but I think he smells like a freshly cleaned room with the curtains open

The smell is like air freshener mixed with the sun

The air fresheners he smells the most like are: morning and dew, wood, pine, pet odor eliminator

10/10 no explanation needed

Yuta

Smells like teen spirit

Pre-jujutsu high (and before he was sent away to Africa); Yuta smelled like deodorant

He smelled like wayyy too much old spice, it was pretty bad

Post trip to Africa (idk which country he went to), Yuta smells of shea butter, frankincense, and charred wood

8/10 the crimes of pre jujutsu high Yuta will not be easily forgiven

Nanami

He smells like the blue Ralph Polo Lauren cologne

No I will not take criticism

He also smells a bit like the wrinkle spray people use when ironing clothes

10/10 we been knew that Nanami looks good, smells good, and dresses good

I don’t even like that cologne but for him...

Shoko

Love Shoko but her smell isn’t the most pleasant

Literally smells like cigarettes and alcohol with the sterile smell of cleaner to top it off

She’s an icon but her smell can be overwhelming at the best of times and suffocating at the worst

5/10 some people might like it but it is not for me

Utahime

Her scent is very foresty, either pine or spruce, with an undertone of gree tea

Her scent is a bit muted too so you can only really smell it if she’s really close or if you’re hugging her

It’s not a bad scent though, it’s the type that immediately sets you on ease

10/10 smells like a warm hug

Mechamaru(spoilers)

He’s a robot what’d you expect???

Jkjk Pre-Shibuya he smells really sterile and clean due to his condition

His robots obviously smell like metal and wiring

Post-Shibuya arc(or yk during technically): He smells kind of like nothing

There's the slightest smell of sparks from his cursed technique and the hint of mojito’s smell lingering, but otherwise he smells like absolutely nothing

6/10 the lack of smell is a bit off putting

Miwa

I can’t explain but I feel like Miwa smells like banana and vanilla

Like Mai and Momo tricked her and she ended up actually liking the smell

6/10 not the worst but not the best

Mai

Mai smells really heavily of metal and gunpowder

Obviously brcause of her cursed technique but she ever expected it to stck to her like it does

She doesn’t make any active effort to change it though because she thinks it makes her seem cool and mysterious

4/10 because while it DOES make her seem cool and mysterious, she scares locals

Momo

She definitely uses bath and body works perfume (tempted to say she uses the glittery versions but alas)

She loves using all the candles, lotions, and perfumes because of how girly they make her feel; has a collection that’s probably on a rotater

Definitely uses sweet pea above all

Tries to get Mai to try some of her fragrances but she has a 30/70 chance of getting her to agree

7/10 another scent that’s not for me

Todo

He has a really intense cleaning regimen and is never caught lackin in the smell department

He gets all the more embarrassed when Yuuji smells stinky next to him and will always make Yuuji shower if thr boy stinks

Other than that, he smelled of an ocean-y cologne before Takada-chan released her perfume collection

Now all he talks about is how he smells like the perfect husband for Takada

Takada’s perfume is really light a floral (along the lines of rose + vanilla) and if Todo runs out, he tries to steal it from Momo’s collection

9/10 minus a point for being a simp

Noritoshi

Smells really clean except for when he’s using his cursed technique

On average, Noritoshi smells like the clean linen spray/ clean laundry

When he uses his technique, he smells like blood and when he uses his technique to “dope”, he smells like sweat

Usually he smells like clean laundry though, he’s very picky about how he smells and hates the smell he gets from using his technique

10/10 for keeping clean

Naoya

If you think this man washes his ass...

Sorry but he’s a little too busy being a misogynist

Naoya saw the term gooch grease and was like “wow someone gets it!”

-400/10 I’m sick of talking about the ways this man smells like a popped neck pimple

Mahito

Only person that smells worse than Naoya

If Naoya smells like a popped neck pimple, Mahito smells like a literal sewer

He smells like sewage, garbage, rot and decay, melted plastic,etc.

Not only does Mojito’s body stink, his breath stinks, hair stinks, just everything stinks

Jogo and Hanami can’t tell since they don’t have noses but everytime Geto gets a whiff, he dies a little inside

-21982913293237932392379319210391090320323019/10 GET BACK. GET BACK. GET BACK.

Sukuna

Pre-death; he smelled like blood 9 times out of 10

The other 10% of times he smelled like incense or jasmine but you’d never smell it for long

Post-death; stinky funky and rotten

I’m sorry but 1) he’s a mass murder who literally sits atop a mountain of skulls 2) he’s technically dead and only exists thriugh his fingers

If you think that man smells like anything other than rot and grave wax...

-2/10 be glad he got a higher score than Mahito

Choso

I love Choso with every ounce of my being

That being said, he smells like a scab

Scabs don’t even have smells but somehow he smells like one

Alright I’m done slandering him

3/10 because I didn’t have the heart to give him anything lower

Geto(spoilers)

Pre-Gojo angst: Geto was the best smelling sorcerer in the world

He was very meticulous about his grooming routine and showed Gojo how to care for himself w/o the aid of servants

A king of self care and personal grooming 10/10

Post-Gojo angst: Geto really stopped caring about his appearance

He’d keep clean to set a good example for his kids, but he didn’t really see the value of looking decent

Probably says “I refuse to use the technology of monkeys”

Even though Mahito smells worse, Geto does still hang around Mahito and that’s gonna rub off

2/10 take a shower man, sea water doesn’t count as cleaning yourself

Junpei

Junpei smells like dandelions/picked grass and cigarettes

Cigarettes are obviously because his mom smokes them so frequently the smell sticks to him

The dandelions/ picked grass smell is because Junpei spends a lot of time outside

Out of boredom or a need to keep his negative thoughts at bay, Junpei started picking at the grass

I do think he eventually started weaving flower crowns made of dandelions and strips of grass

6/10 because I feel bad for him

Toji

This man...

As much as I’d like to pretend he smells good, he has a drooling worm hanging off him and probably owns like one outfit

That being said, he’s not as stinky as Naoya or Mahito (or even Sukuna), because he does clean himself when he has the chance

It’s just that he spends his money so quickly that he kinda forgets sometimes

Although he usually has no problem finding some woman who’d be more than willing to put him up in a hotel room

His smell is musky but it’s not funky

He smells like a guy right before they start to get stinky, it’s a delicate balance

4/10 he’s a lil funky but it kinda feeds his image

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the-blackdale · 4 years ago

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QoAaD in-betweens

Kit and Ty in the shadowmarket

Headcanons

Long post warning ⚠ ( I got carried away 😅)

✰ what could've happened in one of Kit and Ty's visits to the shadow market ✰

It was just past midnight, they have been wandering the market for nearly an hour with no luck. no one was ready to sell them necromantic supplies because quote we dont do buisness with shadowhunters unquote. Kit should be happy that this necromancy plan was failing, but the problem was ,that it made Ty sad, which intern made Kit sad. He has to do something about this .

They were in the dark magic sector of the market, Ty was beside him with his headphones on and checking the list of ingredients they needed. Thats when he saw Big Ben's shop. Big Ben was a werewolf who often bullied young vampires and mundanes in the market. A plan started forming itself in the back of his mind.

He turned to Ty, and told him his plan. Ty was quite confused,"why would we shoplift when we can buy it ?" "Because its fun Ty !! And he used to bully me when I was young,this is payback." "But.." "Ty pleasseeee....."

After some pleading, Ty agreed. no one could resist Kit when he uses his special puppy-eyes. The plan was simple.

Ty went to Big ben's shop and started looking around like a curious customer, He pointed to something in the back of the shop and that was Kit's cue. As soon as Ben turned around, Kit made his way to shop and extended his hand to grab the small vial labelled as 'incense from the heart of the volcano'.

He was about to put the vial in his jeans pocket, when he felt someone knock into him from behind. Damn the crowd today. He lost his balance and grabbed at the fairy lights which were dangling in the front of the shop. He could see Ty reach out towards him, but he was too late. Before Kit could realise he crashed into the table where all the fancy glass orbs were kept, and heard them all crash in a deafening tone to the ground.

Big Ben turned at the noise and saw the vial in Kit's hand.He started to move towards Kit, screaming things like "bloody thiefs". Ty who was at first shocked by the noise recovered quickly and knocked over a plotted plant off the counter which, thankfully, landed on Big Ben's feets.

They exchanged a panicked look and started running like no tomorrow, Kit in the front pushing people apart to make way for them. He saw other customers and shop owners look curiously at them, but it was a normal thing at the shadow market. He could her Big Ben screaming at them from behind, he was limping a bit, and occasionally jumping up and down clutching his injured leg with both his hands, it made his look like a kangaroo, and Kit couldn't help but burst out laughing at the thought.

They were still running when they reached the fairy section of the market, it was quite crowded and they have lost Being Ben somewhere in the way. Kit glanced behind him to check on Ty, his hood was up and his headphones were on his ears. His hair was all disheveled from the running and his face was flushed, he also had a smile on his face which caught Kit's breath away. That smile was missing after livvy's death, it was like there was no sunrise in Kit's life.

Kit was too distracted by Ty's smile,cause next he knew, he was knocking into someone who was holding a huge painting in front of their face. Quite clumsy for a shadowhunter. He stumbled backwards and crashed into Ty, who intern lost his balance and they both fell into a table which held many different kinds of candies and fairy fruits.

He could hear the screams of many fairies, which to be honest, were really shrill. The bowls were made from fairy wood, so thank god they didnt broke, but the candies were scattered everywhere.

He landed with his ankle above Ty's foot, and he had somehow managed to grab onto Ty's left sleeve when he was falling, which was a bad decision both because Ty doesnt like being startled, and Kit took Ty down with him when he was falling. He quickly left Ty's sleeve and looked up at the fairy who was selling those candies, they were shouting something is a language, which Kit was glad he didnt understood.

Ty was the first to recover, He stood up and extended a hand to Kit. Kit gladly latched onto Ty's hand and let himself be pulled up. The fairy was still shouting at them and making weird hand gestures at all the mess that was made of their candies. Kit glanced at his and Ty's linked hands . Ty's hands were soft and warm, they fit perfectly with Kit's.

Ty pulled lightly at Kit's hand to get his attention. wow, he really had zoned out in the middle of a mess thinking about his and Ty's joined hands. When Kit looked up at Ty, he had a mischievous grin on his face, Kit couldn't help but smile, he understood what Ty was trying to say.

they started running again, this time with Ty in the front and their hands still clasped together. Ok, he needs to stop thinking about his hand in Ty's, it was distracting ! They passed various stall with fairies in them, but no one payed them any attention.

Ty rounded a corner pulling Kit with him as they entered a small alley which was separated from the market by a beaded curtain. The noises from the market were muffled here, so Ty removed his headphones. Kit ignored the way his heart crumpled when Ty pulled his hand away from Kit's.

Ty bend over and put both his hands on his knees, he was breathing heavily but also laughing, this was the most fun he has ever had !! Kit was leaning against a wall, also breathing heavily but still with a smile on his face. They looked at each other for a moment and doubled over with a new wave of laughter.

when they could finally breathe, Kit took the vial of incense from his jeans pocket and threw it towards Ty, who expertly caught it and added it to their shopping bag with the other ingredients.

He was about to suggest that they walk to the main street where their Uber would pick them up, when Ty said," I got something for you".He reached into his hoodie pocket and took out a handful of candies. Rose flavoured. "I picked them when we crashed into the candy table" at that he looked down and Kit would've said that he was blushing if his cheeks werent already flush from all the running " I noticed you have a sweet tooth and thought that you would like these."

Kit couldn't help but smile, his heart was full of happiness and something else he couldn't pin point. The mere fact that Ty noticed was enought to turn him into a blushing teenage girl with a crush.

Ty was there, slowly breaking down everything he used to believe about his life and replacing it with something as beautifull and pleasant as a dream. Yet so real. It was like Ty set free a bunch of fireflies in his dark world and everything was suddenly glamorous and worth fighting for.

in this moment, in a deserted back alley with dull lights and muffled noises of a crowd, Kit fell a bit more in love with Ty, and Ty fell a bit more in love with Kit.

Tagging some moots,hope yall dont mind: @ghafa-dale @niathesanctuary-bolastair-kanej @autumnangel20 @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood @eutonyinwhisper @queenlilith43 @pink-party-dino @clarys-heosphoros @neo-lightchild-decafineator @will-herondale-my-beloved @dark-artifices-only @gabtapia

#headcanons #kit x ty #kitty #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #TDA #QoAaD #qoaad #shadowhunters #TSC #hope yall like it 👉👈#the wicked powers

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sourmochii-v2 · 4 years ago

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Hahaha how crazy would it be for someone to write a short Kyalin fic where Kya is actually the one who’s scared to get emotionally attached because throughout her years of traveling, everytime she’s gotten attached to someone, they’d leave or she’d go to another place hahahaha how crazy...

Hahahaha...

How crazy....

Would that be....

Yall....

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CW: Drug use and sexual content

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The lights were bright and colourful, and the music was loud. "I can't believe I let you brats drag me here." Lin said to Korra and her friends. "Come on, Lin, it'll be fun!" Korra said. "I doubt it." Lin folded her arms. "And look at how good you look!" Asami gestured to Lin's outfit. She wore a dark green button up with the sleeves rolled up. The shirt was tucked into a pair of black jeans. She kept her metal boots though. "You know what would make it better?" Asami said to Korra. Korra raised an eyebrow, then watched at Asami unbuttoned the first two buttons on Lin's shirt. "Hot damn, you're right." Korra looked Lin up and down. "Can I go home with you tonight, Chief?" Korra joked. Lin scoffed at the two before looking around at the scene. "Ooh, Opal! Let's dance!" Bolin said. "Be careful." Lin said at they walked past her. "Oh, ease up, Aunt Lin. We come here all the time." Opal said.

Lin maneuvered her way through the crowd of people, trying to find Mako to take her home. She hated being out like this. Instead of Mako, however, she ran into a woman who was taller than her, spilling her drink all over her. "Oh- uh- I'm so sorry, I was just uh-" "It's cool! It happens all the time." She bent the water out of her shirt. Lin locked eyes with the woman. "Kya?" Lin said losing her breath. "Oh. Lin!" Kya said nervously. "How- how long have you been back in-" "Please don't tell Tenzin." Kya said. "Oh my spirits, Kya.. are you high?" Lin asked. "Uh-" Kya rubbed her arm. "No?" She said. "Your eyes are red, Kya. Don't lie to me." Lin said. "How long have you been back?" Lin asked. "A month or so now. I've just been kinda living here, staying away from the family." Kya said. "Kya, are you coming out back?" A guy asked from behind her. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute." Kya waved him away. "Sit down, let's catch up." Kya lightly grabbed Lin's hand. "I was actually trying to find Mako to take me home.." Lin looked away. "Lin," Kya squeezed her hand tighter. Lin looked back at Kya and sighed. "Alright." She said. They sat down in a small booth, and Kya asked one of the many people she knew at the club to bring them a couple of drinks.

"So.. were you gonna tell us you were back?" Lin asked. "Oh, of course. I was just waiting. I didn't want to have to listen to Tenzin's bullshit at eight in the morning as soon as I got here." Kya giggled. "We're you gonna tell me?" Lin asked. Kya's smile faded a bit as she looked down at her drink. "Yeah. Eventually. I've missed you a lot." Kya said. "Yeah well, all the letters you wrote to me sure proved it." Lin said sarcastically. "Lin.. listen, I-" "It's not a big deal. I'm just being a bitch." Lin said with a smirk. Kya nervously giggled. "Don't you have friends waiting for you outback?" Lin asked. "Oh! I do, don't I?" Kya said with a smile. Her and Lin stood up from the booth with their drinks in their hands. "Hey, how about you come out there with me?" Kya smiled. "Not to jump to conclusions but, wouldn't they just run when they saw me?" Lin asked. Kya let out a laugh. "Lin, you're practically unrecognizable without your uniform on." Kya lightly grabbed her hand. "And you look pretty damn good without it too." Kya looked at Lin's attire. Lin tensed up before letting Kya drag her through the crowd.

They walked into the alley behind the building where, sure enough, was Kya's group of friends, standing in a circle, passing around a lillyweed joint. "Kya, there you are." One of them said. They all seemed younger. Older than Korra and her friends, but younger than her and Kya. Kya put the joint to her lips. "Really, Kya? Right in front of me?" Lin said in a whisper that only her and Kya could hear. "What are you gonna do, arrest me?" Kya asked with a smile. They talked with each other some more, and soon Lin felt a nudge on her shoulder and the joint in her face. "Oh- uh- no thanks." Lin said. Kya reached over and grabbed it. "What, you don't wanna loosen up a bit? I know how stressful your job can be." Kya said with a smirk. Lin took a deep breath in, looking between Kya, and that joint she was holding. "Alright then." Lin said. Kya smiled before handing it to Lin, letting her take a hit.

Kya and Lin sat on the sidewalk in the alleyway. "Lin?" Kya looked over at her. "Hm?" Lin looked back at her, making Kya bust out laughing. "What's so funny?" Lin asked. "Your eyes are red." Kya smiled at her. "Yeah, well, so are yours." Lin let out a light laugh. "I never thought I'd see the great Chief Beifong stoned." Kya said. "Enjoy it while it lasts, cause it's not happening again." Lin chuckled. "Trust me, I'm enjoying it." Kya said. “Remember the last time I got you high?” Kya asked. “Yeah.” Lin chuckled. “Oh to be sixteen again.” Lin said. “Spirits, that was.. what? Thirty something years ago?” Kya said. “Thirty Six.” Lin said. Kya chuckled before looking at Lin. "You're pretty when you're high." Kya smiled lightly. Lin's face became red as she struggled to look for a reply. How is it that a single woman can make the Chief feel like this? And how it is that the Chief has been able to hide her feelings for decades? It's simply eating her up inside. So much that she couldn't stop herself from leaning in and kissing the water bender. Kya pulled away in shock, and looked at Lin. "Did you.. did you just kiss me.." Kya asked in disbelief. "Yeah.. I hope that's alright." Lin scratched the back of her head nervously. "That's- that's fine." Kya said. Kya's nerves were through the roof. Her hands were getting sweaty. "Can I kiss you again?" Kya froze in place. Can I kiss you again? Is that what she said? Kya looked back over at Lin, and nodded her head. Lin leaned in and kissed her. It started easy, but it became heated within a matter of seconds. Lin pulled back slightly and laughed. "Spirits, I'm so bad at this." She chuckled. "No you're not." Kya reassured her. Lin leaned back in, connecting their lips. Kya could feel Lin's smile against her lips.

"Chief?" Lin heard behind her. Her and Kya stopped in their tracks. Lin turned around and saw Mako. "Oh- uh.. hey, kid." She said nervously, avoiding eye contact. "I'm gonna go wait outside." Kya whispered to Lin. Lin nodded her head, and Kya walked away. "Who's that?" Mako asked. "Just an old friend." Lin said. "I came to find you to ask if you wanted me to take you home. I know big public places like this aren't really your thing so-" "Actually I'm going home with my friend." Lin said. Thank Raava for the dim lights. I really don’t need Mako seeing me in this state. "With your- your friend?" Mako said. "Yeah. Is that a problem?" Lin asked. "No, not at all, Chief. I just didn't expect this kind of thing from you." Mako said. "Spirits, Mako, I'm not going to hook up with her." Lin rolled her eyes. "No no! That- that isn't what I meant- I- I know you're not that kind of person! I just-" Mako became flustered. He stopped for a second and took in a deep breath. "Just be careful, Chief. And call me if you need anything." Mako sighed. "Thanks, kid." Lin said before going outside. "Ready to go, Chief?" Kya asked. "Yeah. Are you okay to drive?" Lin asked while they walked to Kya's Sato-Mobile. "I can drive perfectly fine when I'm high. I do it all the time." Kya said. "I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that." Lin said.

"Apartment, sweet apartment." Kya said as they walked into her place. "This is nice." Lin said. "Thank you." Kya said. "The bedroom is nicer." Kya said. Lin started getting nervous as she followed Kya back to her room. Lin sat down on Kya's bed as Kya lit an incense. Kya flipped the light switch, then used a remote to turn on the two lamps on either side of her room, both lighting up red. Kya stood in front of Lin and placed her arms around Lin's neck. Lin smiled nervously at her. "Everything okay?" Kya asked. "Yeah, everything's fine. I've just uh.. I haven’t done this kind of thing in a minute." Lin chuckled. Kya smiled at her. She leaned down and kissed Lin a couple times before pushing her back and climbing on top of her. "Trust me, Lin." She smiled at Lin before kissing her again. Lin let her hands glide under Kya's shirt to rest on her bare sides. Kya slowly unbuttoned Lin's shirt as she kissed down her neck.

Kya unbuckled Lin's belt after leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach. Lin sat up on her elbows and watched as Kya pulled Lin's pants off her legs. Kya kissed Lin above the hem of her underwear, and started sliding them off. When Kya looked up and made eye contact, she smirked, and Lin's breath hitched. "You're obviously really nervous, Lin. Just relax." Kya said in a low voice that sent shivers down Lin's spine. Kya tossed the last piece of Lin's clothing down on the ground.

Kya placed a hand on Lin's shoulder before pushing her back down on the bed, kissing her in the process. Lay back, Lin. Relax." Kya said. She kissed up Lin's jawline and lightly bit down on her earlobe, "Let me make you feel good, Chief." Kya whispered in Lin's ear. Lin felt Kya's hand slide down her stomach as Kya kissed and sucked on her neck. "Kya.." Lin breathed out when she felt two fingers inside her. "Yes, Linny?" Kya teased. "Don't- don't stop." Lin's breath started becoming faster. "Oh trust me, I don't plan on it." Kya said with a smirk before pumping her fingers faster. Kya saw Lin biting her lip to keep from making noises. Kya pulled her fingers out, causing Lin to gasp. "Why'd you stop?" Lin asked, breathless. "Don't sound so needy, Beifong." Kya said in a low voice in Lin's ear. "I'm just taking my time. You're so easy to get worked up. I love it." Kya chuckled and dragged her fingers along Lin's inner thigh while she sucked on her nipple.

Lin lightly gasped when she felt Kya's tongue in between her legs. "Ah~ spirits, Kya.." Lin moaned quietly. "Don't be afraid to get vocal, Chief. I'd love to hear it." Kya said as she inserted her two fingers again. Lin almost lost her breath feeling Kya's mouth around her bud, and her fingers inside her working together. "Kya!" She moaned louder. Lin tangled her hand through Kya's hair, her breathing pattern rapidly increasing. She was close, so close. "Kya.. I'm- I'm-" Lin heard a sinister chuckle come from Kya. Kya curled her fingers inside Lin, then started pumping faster. "Ah~ ah~" Lin now how a grip on the handful of hair. Kya's tongue moved faster, a smile forming on her face as she heard the small moans Lin made while she finished. Kya leaned up and roughly kissed Lin, a hand still tangled in her hand. Lin kissed her back, moving her hand from the back of Kya's head and to the side of her face. "I never would have took you for the hair pulling type, Beifong." Kya remarked. Lin chuckled before flipping Kya over. "There's a lot of things you probably wouldn't have taken me for." Lin said as her hand slowly wrapped around Kya's neck, squeezing the sides.

Lin came out of the bathroom in a pair of sweatpants and her sports bra. "Are you sure it's okay that I wear these?" Lin asked. "For the last time, Lin. Yes, it's fine." Kya said with a smile. "And you're sure it's okay that I stay tonight?" Lin sat down on the edge of the bed. "Yes." Kya laughed a little. Lin didn't say anything after that. It was quiet for a couple minutes before Kya spoke up, "Is everything okay, Lin?" She asked. "Yeah, everything's alright. I just feel like things are awkward now." Lin chuckled. "Why? Because we had sex? We're things awkward with your other sexual partners?" Kya asked. Lin slightly tensed up a bit. Lin wasn't the kind of person to just go out and hook up with people. She chuckled. "All of them but one." Lin said. "Well, lay back, and relax, cause I'd like to be number two." Kya said. Lin looked back at Kya and saw her smiling. Lin smirked a bit before moving next to her and leaning back.

It was five in the morning. Lin was trying to get her clothes on as quietly as possible, trying not to wake Kya. However, "Lin?" She heard a quiet voice from behind her. "Uh- sorry for waking you." Lin said. "No don't be, it's okay." Kya sat up a bit. She still didn’t have clothes on from last night. "Do you want some coffee before you go?" Kya started to get up. "Oh, no, no, no. I don't need coffee. Lay back down and get some more sleep." Lin sat down on the bed next to her and stopped her from getting up. Kya laid back down and pulled the blanket up to her chin. Lin couldn't help but stare at her. "What?" Kya asked in a raspy voice. That voice. "Nothing." Lin said. "I'm gonna go." Lin said softly. "Mhmm okay." Kya was almost half asleep. Lin went to get up, but she paused. She looked back at Kya, who's eyes were closed. She leaned over and gently kissed her forehead, then left.

Two weeks later

They haven't spoken to each other since that night. Well, Kya hasn't. Lin, on the other hand, had been trying to message her and get ahold of her. But since she's had no luck for the past two weeks, Lin went to her apartment. She was worried about Kya. What if something happened? What if she isn't okay? Did I do something to upset her? Did she only want me for that one night.. Lin's mind raced with thoughts. That was until she saw Kya's surprised face open the door. "Lin, what're you doing here?" Kya asked. "Making sure you're okay, given that I've been trying to get ahold of you for the past two damn weeks, Kya." Lin pushed her way past Kya. "I'm fine." Kya said in a monotone voice as she closed the door. "That's not the point, Kya. I-.. I was worried about you.." Lin said that last part quietly, hoping maybe Kya wouldn't hear her. "Well, stop worrying about me." Kya said. "I didn't hear from you for two weeks. I'm allowed to worry about you. Why weren't you talking to me?" Lin said. Kya shrugged her shoulders, no expression on her face. "Damn it, Kya, I want and actual explanation-" "Because, Lin, I fucking like you, okay?" Kya said.

Lin had to admit, she was sort of taken back by Kya's sudden outburst. She never yelled.. at least not at Lin.. "Well... I like you too." Lin said. "I know that! That's why I refused to talk to you." Kya said. "Why? Why do you have to stop talking to me?" Lin asked. "Because if I don't, then I'm just gonna like you more, and then you're gonna leave me." Kya said. "What're you talking about, Kya-" "Everyone I've ever been in a relationship with has ended with her leaving, or because of my traveling." Kya had tears in her eyes. "I have been left time after time, Lin. I can't handle anymore leaving!" Kya said. "Kya.." Lin said in a soft voice. She grabbed Kya's hands gently and sat her down on the couch. "I don't want you to leave me, Lin." Kya sniffled. "I'm not, Kya. I'm not gonna leave you." Lin said. "I care about you too much to do that to you." Lin said. Kya sniffled again, but this time a little laugh came out. "I never thought I'd see Lin Beifong talk about feelings." She said. Lin chuckled and she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

"Lin?" Kya said quietly. "Yeah?" Lin looked at her. "What if I decide I wanna go traveling again. Then what?" Kya said. Lin looked down at the floor. "Would you.. would you wait for me?" Kya asked, causing Lin to smile a bit. "What's so funny-" "Kya.. I've waited thirty six years for you." Lin said, her eyes still focused on the floor. "There'd be no harm in waiting a little longer." Lin said. "Do you really mean that?" Kya asked. "Of course I do." Lin said. "Kya, if you don't want to be in a relationship, then we won't be, and I'll leave you alone. But if you do.. just know I don't plan on getting into it just to leave you." Lin said. Kya leaned over and kissed Lin's cheek. Lin's eyes widened slightly and her face became red. "You're too sweet, Beifong." Kya said. "Don't go telling people that. I like my rookies scared of me." Lin joked. They were quiet. Neither of them knew what to say to each other. "I um.. I should probably get going-" Kya pulled Lin into a kiss. Just a short one. "Don't go." Kya said when she pulled away. "Do.. do you want me to stay?" Lin asked. "Yeah. I do." Kya said. "I want you to stay for awhile." kya said. "How do you mean?" Lin asked. "I want a relationship, Lin. I'm willing to give it a shot.." Kya said. Even though Lin tried to hide it, she was smiling. "Are you smiling? You know how to do that?" Kya joked. "That's it-" Lin stood up and walked towards the door jokingly. "No, Lin, wait!" Kya laughed as she ran to Lin and wrapped her arms around her from behind.

They laid in Kya's bed, wrapped up in each other. "Are you gonna put clothes on?" Lin mumbled into Kya's neck. "I might." Kya chuckled. Lin took a deep breath, inhaling Kya's scent. Kya pushed Lin away from her a bit and kissed her. "Thank you for giving me a chance." Lin smiled at her. "Well after that, i'm glad I did." Kya smirked. Lin chuckled before kissing Kya, running her fingers through Kya's hair.

#atla #lin beifong #beifong #lok #legend of korra #lin and kya #kyalin #kya ll #kya could absolutely kick my ass and i would thank her #lin fucking beifong #lin beifong owns my ass

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Start of Something Great - pt. 2

ALRIGHT, YALL WANTED IT, SO HERE IT IS! Is it a good ending? Maybe. You’ll have to find out. C: If you haven’t read part one to this fic, and would like to, you can here.

NSFW/ Smut / Jock Shawn/ Cheating with Shawn / ANGST / gratuitous oral scenes / Impatient h*rny Shawn /vague college boy style daddy kink / Angsty /Catching feelings /undescribed femme character because fuck non-inclusive descriptions✨ / did I mention angst? / 6.4k words

The lights were completely off, only the bathroom adjacent to the bed provided lighting from a slim crack in the doorway. Comforting scents of sandalwood and frangipani lingered in the air. The nag champa incense long since burned out. But it mixed with the musk in the air, the soft sweetness of coconut oil seemed to stick just below her nose. Warm, it was so warm, wrapped in blankets and wrapped in his arms. His body was warm, and soft, arms laced around her waist. One of his legs rested between hers, soft lips moved up her arm; to the tip of her shoulder and then down the curve of her neck and up to her jaw. The music was playing softly, but close to the bed, currently John Legend. Her eyes were closed as she soaked up the feelings of the moment. Large hands and calloused fingers moved up her stomach, over her breasts. She felt his lips move higher, teeth nipping at her earlobe, breath hot. “Tonight I'll be the best you ever had. I don't wanna brag, but I'll be the best you ever had.” She couldn’t help but laugh softly as he sang the lyrics against her jawline. He sang too well for just some hockey player, she’d told him that before, but now wasn’t the time. “Shawn!” she scolded in a whisper, giving him a shove. She turned now to face him, looking up at him as if her head wasn’t under his chin. Still he wrapped his arms back around her, his fingertips grazing her spine. Sometimes she swore he could feel the electric currents he sent through her body. “You had to ruin the moment,” she teased before leaning in and kissing the tip of his chin once. She moved back then, slowly pulling herself from his arms. A heavy sigh came from the curly haired boy, his hands holding her wrists trying to keep her in the bed. “I need to go Shawn,” she said in a whisper. “Stay the night,” his voice was almost a muffled huff, “You said he’s out of town.” She sighed, for a moment paused in her attempt to leave. “He is out of town, but I have to FaceTime him before I got to bed.” her tone made it sound like it made so much sense, almost like scolding him for not understanding. A huff came from Shawn, almost like a sneer as he fell back in bed. He wasn’t holding onto her wrists anymore. “Fine, go.” he said softly. “It’s literally 11pm anyway, if he believes you’re in the library this late on a Friday night, more power to him, I guess.” She scoffed at that, “You’re such a bitch sometimes Shawn, you know that? Why don’t you just call your round two and get off my ass?” Her tone was irritated with him, but so was she, and she saw no reason to pretend different. “Right,” he said in a tired tone, “I forgot you’re just here to get some good dick and then go back to your otherwise perfect sweet caring boyfriend who does nothing wrong.” his tone was almost mocking. “He is sweet Shawn! He’s a really nice guy, and he cares about me a lot! He’s not a dumb jock who sleeps his way through life and who’s biggest concern is if his hair looks okay.” her tone was so defensive and she wasn’t even sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. “Yeah but you don’t love him, do you?” Shawn’s voice was softer now, as he turned his head, looking over at her. There was silence between them, she didn’t know how to answer that. She cared about her boyfriend, of course. But if she loved him, why did she keep coming back to Shawn. Why did being in Shawn’s arms feel so right, in a way she’d never felt before. Why did she feel a pang of jealousy at the idea of Shawn taking her advice and calling a round two. But before she spoke, Shawn did, looking over her, “I can’t do this anymore.” It caused her to look back at him, almost shocked, “What?” her question was so quiet that she almost didn’t hear it herself. “This,” he answered, waving his hand around the room, clearly he heard her question. “I’m not doing this, I’m tired of being someone you come to when you want some dick. I liked it better when we were friends, I wish we’d never even fucked.” he said shaking his head. Everything about what he said, made her feel sick to her stomach. And she wasn’t sure if he said he’d have rather never done this, or the fact that ‘fucked’ sounded so casual, emotionless. “Shawn we were never friends,” she said eyes locked on him. “We had class together and you flicked paper balls at me until we had to work on a project together. And you barely did any of it, and you were annoying. And finally once you knew my name you decided to try and fuck me at a party,” her tone was bitter as she threw his own word back at him. “Nice,” he said nodding, “Glad we were never friends, at least I’ve been...just some dick this whole time.” he said giving her SUCH a fake smile. “Shawn you can’t be serious,” she sighed, “You can’t be upset about this for real.” her voice was almost exhausted. For a moment, he was quiet, looking over her, “Listen, I like you,” he said in a way that made it almost sound like an insult. “And if you want to stay with your boyfriend that’s fine. I..guess I am not the one to decide if you love him or not.” he said looking over her for a moment, “But I can’t...keep doing this and then watching you go home to some other guy.” he said shrugging. “So, I won’t do it.” he said, “Leave now please,” he added, “I’m going to go take a shower.” His voice was almost monotone, as he got out of the bed and walked himself into his bathroom. He closed the door behind him, leaving the room she was standing in entirely dark. She heard the shower turn on, and for a moment she still just stood there. He liked her? What did that even mean? Well, until that moment she hadn’t even been entirely sure he liked her as a person, but she supposed that meant he did. But did he mean he loved her? Or was that just a polite way of letting her know he didn’t hate her before he went off on her about her boyfriend. He didn’t use the word love, but he did when he mentioned her feelings. Did he just expect her to break up with her boyfriend to feed his ego about being the only man she was ...’fucking’? After a moment she decided it was either the worst love confession of all time, or he’d just had an ego trip from hell. Neither made her feel better, and neither did anything to ease the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Somewhere along the lines, she’d fallen in love with him. He’d told her not to but she did it anyway. It was why she kept coming back. The only reason she’d hooked up with him in the first place was because working on that damn project with him gave her the biggest crush. She swore he’d known it, he had to, or else he’d have never asked her to have sex with him, right? It was what made her keep coming back for a taste of him, even if guilt of cheating on her boyfriend was eating away at her. She loved her boyfriend, or at least she told herself. But Shawn gave her butterflies. The way she felt when he complimented her made her feel a type of beautiful she’d never felt before. She’d tried to convince herself it was just good sex. But it wasn’t. Somewhere between the car sessions and the milkshakes and fries he’d talked her into afterward...she’d fallen in love. A type of love she’d never felt before. Comfort. But she hadn’t let herself feel it, not with Shawn. She never felt comfortable in a crowd. No, they were two different clicks. He was with the jocks, the funny, the painfully handsome, the stupidly popular. And she... well she’d had three classes with him prior to their group project, and he still hadn’t known her name. A nobody, ro him just some nerdy girl with a major he’d never asked about. It didn’t matter how she felt around him when they were alone. That wasn’t love, she’d told herself, he treated every girl he fucked that way. That had to be true, right? Awkwardness of standing there, naked in his bedroom finally took over. With a soft sigh, she grabbed her clothes, pulling on each piece. Once she was dressed, she walked to the door of the bathroom where Shawn was. If this was over, she had nothing to lose right? He at least owed her an explanation of what he meant. Her hand touched the knob, and she turned it, but it stopped half way. Locked. Asshole. With a sigh she grabbed her bag, there really was nothing else for her to do besides go back to her dorm to sulk, and so she did. She went back to her dorm, and she did call her boyfriend, not for long, she couldn’t handle him asking what was wrong. She told him she was sick, not feeling well and needing to sleep. Once the call was over though, she found herself crying. Curling up in her bed, miserable. Even if she weren’t sick, she felt it. Never had a fight with a man made her feel this way, not even her boyfriend. She finally reached for her phone, opening up Shawn’s contact. She looked at the last message from him, his reply to her saying she’d be at his dorm soon. ‘Can’t wait ❤️❤️❤️’ It made her heart ache and she pushed it out of her mind before sending him another text. “Hi” she sent before double texting a “Can we talk?” she didn’t know what she wanted to talk about, but honestly she’d take most anything. Hours came and went, and no message back from Shawn. She looked for the message that he’d read it, but there was none of that either. Eventually, after a bit more tears, and a half pint of ice cream, she fell asleep. When she woke up in the morning, well what was left of the morning, she felt almost hungover. She groaned as she checked her phone, 11:23am. Instantly she opened her messages, no reply from Shawn. But there it sat now, and her heart sank. ‘Read at 3:04am’. She felt a wave of nausea when she imagined what he was doing up so late. Instantly she closed her messages, flipping through her phone and opening Instagram. Straight to his profile, no new posts. Stories? Three. A party. A video of him taking shots. Typical. A video of him and one of his male friends arm wrestling? Okay? The last one, Shawn, and a girl. He held her jaw in one hand, a bottle of beer in the other, pouring the beer into her mouth. Laughs all around, from his friends, from him, from her even. And then he kissed her, beer spilling over the both of them. She could feel tears welling in her eyes again already. She wanted to think he did that on purpose, to bother her, to send her a message. Well if his intent was to hurt her, it worked. But was she even so important to him? It took a moment, but she pulled herself together, she couldn’t be sat here crying over a boy she wasn’t even dating. Even if the thought of him with another girl did make her miserable. The rest of her day, progressed much like her morning. She couldn’t bare to make herself text him again. That evening she was supposed to see her boyfriend. Midway through the day she texted him to let him know she still wasn’t feeling well, and they couldn’t hang out. She just couldn’t drag herself out of this funk. It didn’t help that her boyfriend disregarded her wishes, and that night he came over, bringing her soups and juices. A sweet gesture of course, but here she was sick to her stomach over another man, and this one was being so kind to her. Her stomach in her throat, heart feeling like it was coming out of her chest, she broke up with him. There were tears, and frustrations, but even so, she went through with it. She was honest, confessing to him that she’d fallen for someone else. She didn’t tell him of the...affair the dozens of hookups, but she considered that cruel and unusual. Once he was finally gone, she found herself cursing Shawn, and she picked up her phone again, sending a message. “You’re such a fucking brat” she sent, as if he was he who had made her do what she’d just done. Truth be told, he was right, she should have done it long ago, after the first night. This time, it was much faster. ‘Read at 9:26pm’ A soft gasp left her lips, “Shawn I know you’re there.” she sent, “Answer me.” Once more, ‘Read at 9:30pm’ she waited a moment, before sighing hard. “Shawn, answer me, its important, we need to talk. I’m sorry” She wasn’t sure why she apologized, desperation maybe. ‘Read at 9:32pm’ For a moment, she considered going directly to his dorm, just to smack him across the face, but what would that do? Instead, she opted to call him. Declined, immediately. Finally, she saw the text bubbles popping up on his side of the screen. She watched impatiently until the message popped up. ‘Please leave me alone, I’m trying to sleep, good night.’ With shaky fingers she immediately responded, “Well that’s a goddamn lie.” A brief wait, ‘Read at 9:35pm’. But she got no answer past that, all it did was make her realize that she was in fact trembling. She gave a dramatic soft scream and threw her phone down. With one final sigh she went to microwave herself some ramen and call it a night, as far as she was concerned she damn well deserved it. The night passed, and days passed, she tried to text him a few more times, but no answer from Shawn. Finally, she decided it had been enough. He was going to know how she felt, and if he didn’t feel the same, fine, but she needed closure. He wouldn’t answer her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know how to get his attention. She took a break from her funk to get dressed up, a fresh shower and hair wash. She even shaved, lucky Shawn. And she sat down, doing her makeup, making sure it was perfect, and her hair, just the way she liked. Finally, time to get dressed. After careful consideration, she picked out a black dress. It was a little tighter on her than when she first bought it, but it did hug all of the right places. And she decided for sure, tonight was the night. She pulled out a push up bra, and some tall heels, ones that made her almost tall enough to kiss Shawn without him leaning down. Under the dress though..that was the real secret. Baby pink lace lingerie, that really did hug every single curve perfectly. Lace on the sides with only a bit of silk to cover the most important bits, heart shaped. Once she was finally done, she slipped her lipstick into her bag, just incase she needed to touch it up, a travel makeup wipe, and some powder, the basics in her mind. She almost felt like a fool walking down the halls like that, but of course girls did it all the time, she just..didn’t happen to be a party girl. In fact, it was already Friday night again, many girls dressed so similar to her walked past her. Silently she found herself praying that she hadn’t missed Shawn before he left for his own party session, it was still a little early after all. Once she arrived at his building, on his floor, right in front of his dorm door, she raised her hand to knock, and then froze in spot. Talking inside? A female voice? She leaned in, pressing her ear to the door, she could have sworn she heard a gasp, or a moan, or a sigh...or something above the nausea in her stomach. As much as she didn’t have a right to be jealous over him, she damn sure was. And with a huff, she knocked on that door, if there was a girl in there, she was determined to interrupt it. After what felt like an eternity, Shawn opened the door, a half crack. And there he stood, curls ever so slightly messy, a little stubble on his chin, and he was shirtless. In fact, he was only wearing grey pajama pants, bare feet sticking out from the pant legs. She tried her best not to stare at his chest, or....abs, or..if those pajama pants fit just right... “Hi, let me in,” she said finally, doing her best to have a stern voice. Shawn quirked a brow at her, “Well, don’t you have good timing.” he said before opening his door, “Come on.” he said before opening that door. “Is someone here?” she asked once she walked in, glancing at Shawn closing his door and flipping the lock. “No,” he said gesturing toward his open laptop on the bed. She took a moment to step over to it, peaking at the laptop screen, almost as if next shed look under his bed. But she gasped softly once she saw the screen, “Porn?” she asked. “I wasn’t joking about your timing,” he said, and as she turned around to face him, he kissed her. It caught her off guard, his hand on her jaw, his lips crushing into hers. It felt the same as it always had, butterflies in her stomach, her body seeming to melt against his. Every question, and accusation and demand she had, seemed to leave her mind. Even if this didn’t go the way she planned, what was one more time? She deserved a good lay right? That was what she told herself anyway. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her fingertips dragging down his back. Moments later it switched to nails as his lips grazed down her jaw, and down her neck. “You missed this dick, huh?” he whispered just below her ear. “Can you not be cocky...for fifteen seconds?” she asked against his jaw. It earned her a soft laugh from the curly haired boy. And he went back to kissing at her neck, nipping and sucking the skin there, but not hard enough to leave a mark. His hands moved over her body, and down her hips, before moving up her back. He unzipped that dress, and already began to pull it off of her. Within minutes, he had that dress off, dropping it beside them. “You look so fucking good baby...” he whispered against her jaw, before leaning up to kiss her lips. She felt her cheeks burn at the compliment, and at him calling her baby. She kept kissing him back, one of her hands moved into his hair, her fingers locking in those curls. Her body almost melted under him, against him still, she felt herself moan into those kisses. “This outfit..” he whispered against her lips, "Let me look at you..” he said pulling back gently and looking over her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in lingerie before..” he said quietly, his fingertips tracing her figure. “You look like something out of a dream..” he said in a quiet voice. ”You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen..” he said it almost like he was talking to himself. But before she could answer his lips were on hers again. All she managed was a soft ‘Shawn’ into those kisses, but he just hummed against her lips as a response. “I know,” he murmured into the kisses, “I know what I said before, but just one more time..” he whispered. “Shawn,” she breathed against his lips. She wanted to tell him that it should..not just be one more time. But he silenced her with kisses, his hands moving up the curve of her spine. His fingers undid her bra and pulled it off. His lips moved along her neck as his hands moved up over her chest slowly, massaging her breasts. Her hands moved over his body in return, along his sides and over his chest, down the toned muscles. She tilted her head to the side, soft moans falling from her lips as his lips moved along her neck. “I missed you..” she whispered before running one hand up his neck and tangling it into the curls at the base there. Shawn made a sound almost like a huff, and she couldn’t tell if he was laughing because he found it funny or because he didn’t believe her. He pulled her hips forward, his hands on her lower back, making her arch as he kissed over her chest. Little licks and nips as he made his way along her skin. Her hands tangled once more in his hair, playing with his curls and tugging them gently. “That feels so good Shawn,” she whispered, “Do you like sucking those tits?” her voice was soft, almost like a little moan of her own. Shawn gave a low ‘mhm’ under his breath, almost nuzzling his face against her chest. He kept sucking at her skin, licking and sucking over her nipples for a moment. His hands moved lower down her waist, massaging her for a moment, like he just wanted to feel her. And then his hands pushed her panties down, letting them fall as his hands began to massage and knead at her bottom. “You’re so hot..” he whispered against her skin gently. But soon enough he pulled back up, kissing her lips hard. “Let me taste something else..” he said against her lips before slowly pulling back. And he picked up his laptop, closing it and setting it on his beside table. Once he turned back to face her though, she bit at her bottom lip, running her hands up his chest again. “How about this time Shawn..” she said softly, “You let me have a taste,” she did her best to give him the most sultry look she could muster. “You..always go down on me, like everytime we’ve ever hooked up,” she said giving him bedroom eyes, “How about this time you let me spoil you? Let me suck that big cock before you fuck me?” she asked, running her fingertips lower, just above the waistband of his pants. “Please?” There was a moment where Shawn just looked over her, before nodding, “Alright,” he said giving her a little grin, “Who am I to say no to a perfectly good blowjob?” Once he agreed, she nodded, “Thank you daddy,” she cooed with her sweetest voice. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of his pants, and pulled them down, dropping them to his ankles where he slipped them off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath them, and his cock was already visibly quite hard. “Is all this for me?” she cooed, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his cock, slowly stroking her hand up and down the length of it. “It’s so big,” she cooed. She saw Shawn roll his eyes, almost shaking his head, but there was still a smile on his lips. “Sit down!” she said then, in almost a bratty voice, before shoving him to sit on the edge of his bed. Shawn half fell with a little laugh, sitting back on the bed and watching her as she moved down onto her knees in front of him. “You look so handsome,” she cooed looking up at him, running her nails up and down his thick thighs. Her hand finally moved to take hold of his cock and she leaned in, peppering kisses along the length of it. She dragged her tongue along the underside, giving a hum while she did. Her tongue moved higher, around the tip of his cock, and she used the tip of her tongue to tease the slit at the tip. Shawn’s hands were tangling into her hair now, pulling it a bit as moaned softly. Her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and he gave a shaky exhale. “That’s nice baby..” he whispered. He felt her smile against his cock, and he looked down to see it as well. She was smiling, before taking him deeper into her mouth. All at once she was bobbing her head, sucking hard and hungrily, almost leaning up on her knees while she did like she was SO eager. And truth be told, she was eager, she’d missed him. The noises coming from him were constant, soft hungry whimpers as he pulled her hair a bit tighter “Fuck baby that feels amazing..” he groaned. She pulled back, but only for a moment, spitting against his cock before her hand took over where her mouth had been. She stroked him eagerly and hungry, leaning down to gently suck at his balls. She gave him soft little kisses and licks in-between that made him spread his legs and groan out. “Oh..god...damn,” he groaned, his head rolling to the side and then back. One hand stayed in her hair, but one moved back to rest on the bed, almost like to steady himself. “You’re doing such a good job baby..” he whispered. “Mhn, I love my daddy’s cock..” she murmured against his skin, before popping him right back into her mouth. She felt him throb, just seconds before, at her words, more than her touch. It made her moan against him gently as she pressed her mouth down as far as she could, gagging against him lightly. She felt him shift on the bed, she saw his abs clench, and she pulled back, kissing the tip of his cock over and over. “Do you wanna fuck me now, Shawn?” she cooed, before kissing at the side of his cock now, along it gently. “Yeah..” he whispered, “Absolutely, come up here for me.” he said standing up, and pulling her up, putting her on his bed. He pushed her back, so her head rested on the pillow, before he got up and moved over her himself. He was spreading her legs moving between them, wrapping a hand around his cock and dragging the tip along her inner folds. He was almost shocked to see strings of wetness, not only his precum but his arousal. He’d have never owned it, but his cheeks flushed a soft pink at how worked up she was just from sucking his cock. “Wait,” her voice snapped him out of his almost trance, and he looked up at her, with a soft ‘hm?’ “Condom,” she said softly, “Get one.” For a second, his expression was blank, and he nodded, before opening his bedside drawer, grabbing a condom out of the box in there. “You didn’t make me use one the last time you were here, decided you don’t like my dick as good raw?” His question made her gasp, and she felt her cheeks burn. “Don’t be a asshole, the last time I was here, you showed me a letter showing me you’d been tested and you were clean. You got another one?” she asked. “No, but I’m clean,” Shawn almost scoffed the words as he pulled on the condom. “Right, it’s been a week I’m sure you haven’t put that dick annnywhere else.” she said giving him a look. “You sound jealous,” he added with a soft smile. She huffed, “You know I have toys bigger than that in my drawer right, and they vibrate, you don’t vibrate. You just say stupid shit.” He grinned at that, before taking a hold of his cock now, and pushing up into her, “What drawer?” he asked, leaning up. One hand held her hip, one rested on the bed above her shoulder as he began to thrust into her. “Mhn, fuck Shawn,” she moaned, her hands resting on him, one on his back and one around his shoulders. “Fuck that feels good,” she panted, her pussy already clenching around him. “I know it does baby, it’s good dick, which drawer?” he asked brushing his lips against her jaw. She quirked a brow at him, “The one beside my bed, why do you care hn?” she asked, wrapping her leg around his waist now, pulling him tighter to her, “Just fuck me, Shawn,” she hummed. “Mhn, yes ma’am,” he purred, leaning down a bit closer. But he took one hand, spreading her free leg open as the other hand balanced his weight. He was thrusting into her harder now, already reaching a sort of rough pace. “That feel good? You wanna tell me how good it feels?” he hummed against her jaw. “Your ego is worse than normal...” she panted, unable to keep from letting a moan slip out. “I just want some compliments baby, and I want you to give them to me, come on, tell me,” he whispered against her jaw, “Please? Don’t make me fuck it out of you?” For a moment she grinned, looking over him with such a little smirk. “Oh I think you might have to fuck it out of me Shawn..” she cooed. “I think you might just need to fuck that little pussy until I’m begging you to stop..” she cooed. She was already giving soft moans, but she heard Shawn laugh, under his breath, and she knew she was in for it. “Your wish is my command, princess,” he cooed. Within seconds, Shawn’s hands took her thighs, and he spread them wide open. He didn’t push them up to her shoulders, but he did push them up some. “God your pussy is so fucking pretty..you know that? And so are you, you look like a fucking angel under me,” Shawn purred. He looked over a moment longer before using her legs as sort of leverage as he began to thrust into her. He didn’t put all of his weight on her, but that meant each he almost ‘fell’ into her, and it slammed his cock deep into her. Within seconds, he had her on the verge of sobbing. “Oh fuck, oh fuck Shawn, oh fuck that’s deep!” she cried, her hands clawing down his back instantly. “O-..Oh Shawn!” her voice was strained and each thrust up into her made her cry out, in such a vulgar way. “Tell me you love it baby,” he whispered against her jaw, leaning in to literally lick up her cheek. “Tell me you love that huge fucking dick stretching out your pussy. Tell me how good it is, tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had..” Her voice was shaking so bad it took her a second to even speak. God it felt good, and she realized it even more now that it had been a while. She hadn’t been with him, she hadn’t been with her boyfriend. She’d been so down in the dumps about this that she hadn’t even touched herself. And now, all of that pleasure was flooding in, each thrust made her feel it in the pit of her stomach, burning heat. “Fuck Shawn,” she whimpered after a moment, she knew her nails were dragging blood down his back, she could feel it. “Please,” his voice was hot against her jaw, “Tell me how good it feels,” he panted those words, and it did sound like a plea, like he had to hear or he’d die. “It feels...so good Shawn..” she panted, and she could have sworn she heard him sigh of relief. “Mhm,” he moaned against her jaw, “More,” his voice was so quiet she barely heard it. “It’s the best I ever had Shawn...” she whispered, “I mean it, you fuck me so fucking good..” her voice almost sobbed those words. “I’m going to cum, so fast baby, I’m so fucking close Shawn..” she whimpered as she tangled one hand into his hair and tugged hard. “Do you want that baby, you want me to soak that thick cock? I want to do it..I want to cum for you so bad,” she whimpered those words. He nodded to her, almost breathlessly. “Yeah baby, fuck yeah, soak that cock for me..” he panted, “Show me how good it makes you feel, I just want to make you feel good so bad..” he panted. She nodded to him, eagerly, her response just desperate moans. He was so clearly invested, so desperate and eager to make her cum. He was focused on it, his lips parted softly as he gave quiet moans of his own. His eyes were locked on her, all that moved were his curls that hung in his face while he thrust into her so consistently like that. “I’m gonna Shawn..” her voice sounded like a warning, “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard for you, don’t stop,” she whined. And within seconds she was, her pussy clenching against him over and over. She felt her hips jerk forward, desperate for that friction between them. She gave whining almost sobs of pleasure as he kept thrusting into her while she rode it out. Finally, she pushed at his hands, getting them off her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around him. She pulled him closer with her thighs around his hips and kissed him hard, resting her hands on his cheeks. Shawn didn’t protest, kissing her back, and gently rolling his hips up against hers, keeping his tight to hers. “You fuck me so good Shawn...” she whispered, “You make me want that cock to be mine all the time,” she cooed. “It could have been,” Shawn said after a moment before gently starting to pull back, almost like that ended it for him. “Shawn,” she whispered, pulling at him more so, “That’s..why I came, I broke up with him.” she said looking up at the brunette with almost doll eyes, like begging him to react kindly. “You did?” he asked looking over her. For a moment she saw excitement, and then it was washed over by neutrality. “That’s...I mean that’s good for you but, I don’t get why you’re telling me because you said before like...a few times now that you’re not into me so..” he said shrugging. “Will you like..unhook your legs so I can pull out?” he asked quietly. For a moment there was silence, as she swallowed her pride. “I lied,” she blurted out. “I said that because I didn’t think you would ever date me..I thought you just wanted some easy pussy.” she said looking down, and away from him now, slowly unhooking her legs from his waist. But Shawn didn’t move, “So...you like me?” he asked, brow furrowed, “As in like you came here to tell me you two broke up, so...we could get together?” She couldn’t help but laugh a little, “Yes, why else did I get all dolled up and come over to suck your dick, you silly boy,” she cooed. She reached up, running her fingers through his hair, “Kiss me now,” she said, and Shawn sO eagerly leaned in, crushing his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. “I love you,” he finally said against her lips, “And I want to be your boyfriend. I know we haven’t...like had a chance to date for real before but..I want to now. And I want to be more than friends, and I don’t want us to fuck anyone besides each other.” His tone was so serious, but she couldn’t help but giggle at how sweet he was being. “Of course Shawn, I want that too, very much..it’s...a big part of why I broke up with him, to be with you,” she cooed, stroking her fingers down his cheek. He grinned so wide, like a cat who got the cream, “Good.” he said softly, and he was pulling back from her now, slipping out of her. She leaned up, looking down between them, once more that condom was full. “Shawn, did you...like cum midway again?” she asked and he nodded. “Yeah kind of early on. Don’t...fuck with me about it, I’m your boyfriend now, be nice.” he said pointing at her. “God, Shawn, we talked about how...unsafe that is, I shudder to think of the potential children you have and don’t know about..or..what you could have possibly just given me.” she huffed. “I told you I’m clean,” he snapped at her, throwing the condom away and then flopping down next to her, cuddling with her. He reached down, pulling some sheets over them, before giving his phone an order to start some music. “Mhn, you don’t have to leave this time there’s nowhere to go, you’re my girlfriend now.” he said against her cheek, giving her soft kisses over and over against her soft skin. “Well, I should clean up before we go to sleep,” she cooed playfully, “Also, we have something to discuss Mendes. Wanna tell me why you were watching.. ‘Big dick jock pounds slutty nerd tutoring him’?” she asked arching a brow, “Is that what I am to you? A nerdy slutty tutor?” her tone was slightly raised. “Pft, never,” he said shaking his head, “I..do have a big dick, and a history of projecting though.” he said grinning. “Oh god you’re awful,” she said laughing. “I knew you thought I was a nerd,” she playfully huffed against his shoulder. “Mhn, you are, but you’re also..my girlfriend,” he hummed before kissing her lips once gently. “I love you too,” she cooed against his lips, before stealing another kiss.

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