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pboogerswbb · 4 months ago

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SO IT GOES - prologue

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, none Wordcount: 5.6K A/N: LILA IS BACK with a new series. this is the prologue, purely here to give people an insight to our oc Izara (who i already love btw), so not as much paige here, but she will make a much bigger entrance come first chapter of the series. again, ty so much for everyone who hyped this up based solely on the synopsis i wrote and ty for your support! i am so excited for this series you guys don't even know!! this one will be a looooong one so buckle up

Passport? Check. Silk pillowcase? Check. Laptop? Check.

The list seemed to go on and on, filling out three sheets of paper, both front and back. Some people called it excessive but to me it was necessary. It was better to be over prepared than leave things up to chance. I had been making lists all my life, I wasn’t about to stop now. They have worked for me so far.

Flipping through the maroon moleskine notepad in my hands, my green eyes skim over one page after another - grocery list, changes I must make to my skincare routine, presents to buy next Christmas, wedding registry. There’s a sting in my chest as I stop, my french manicured hand brushing over the soft paper: Vitamix blender, Ginori 1735 cake plate, Baccarat candlestick set.

Inhale, exhale. The pain won’t relinquish. I bring my hand to the soft cotton of my turtleneck, rubbing soothing circles on my chest just like my mum used to when I was little.

“There you go Izara, don’t you feel better? It’s a magic trick, it takes the sadness away.”

The black suitcase is laid out on the floor in front of me, clothes folded neatly in their own nooks. I keep rubbing and rubbing but the sadness won’t go away. So I stop, my fingers carefully flipping a few pages forward.

Move to The US

Pros

Good career move?

New experiences

Cons

Leaving my family and friends

Boss talked about promotion for me in the next year

Leaving London

Visa hassle

Expenses

Wedding delayed off

Leaving Jasper (pro?)

My memories of the day resurface, the way I was locked in my car, dreading walking inside where my husband-to-be was expecting me. I had spent all day trying on wedding dresses near Soho, my mom and her sister fawning over Jasper the entire day. To everyone he was the perfect man, charming, nurturing and protective. But they didn’t know half of what I put up with. All day I wanted to scream, to throw a fit, tell everyone that they don’t know anything about my perfect fiancé. But instead I kept my mouth shut, and waited till I got into my car to cry. I didn’t like being vulnerable, for my relatives to see me weak. I had told no one about the conflicting feelings inside me, or the way I had applied for an open position to be a social media producer for the Dallas Wings. That very same morning the position had been offered to me.

So I sat in my car with my trusty lists, as usual. The moment I wasn’t sure whether to write leaving Jasper into the pros or the cons, I knew I had to go. It had been gnawing at my subconscious, making me sick to my stomach. Even according to the list this decision made absolutely no sense. But in my gut I knew had to go - desperately so.

“Izzie, are you done yet? We have to leave soon.”

My brother bursts into the room, watching the way I had undone all the packing that I had naturally finished a week prior. Clothes were all over my childhood bedroom, piles of them standing neatly. After calling off the wedding with Jasper I had decided to move back home, not wanting to stay with him and his temper under the same roof.

“What the hell have you done here?” He chuckles, shaking his head as I stand in the middle of the bedroom, notebook in hand, staring at the half empty suitcase.

“I think I’ve gone crazy Kiran,” I admit with a sigh. Two weeks ago when I accepted the job I had been so sure - now I wasn’t. This was insane, mad, completely, utterly unlike me. To get up and move, to disappoint my parents, to disappoint everyone. I just couldn’t stand it anymore, my life here. Every year I grew older I became more and more unsure. Now at 25 I felt like a complete fool, not knowing anything except this wasn’t the life I wanted. Something had to change - I had to change.

My younger brother walks over, wrapping a hand around my shoulder.

“Yes you have.”

I scoff and push him off. “That’s not helpful!”

He chuckles and begins to pack for me, just as neatly as I had done earlier. Guess being high-strung ran in the family.

“It is mad. But that doesn’t mean it’s not the right thing to do,” my brother mumbles, neatly folding my black cashmere sweater. “I think it’s good Iz, no matter what mum and dad are saying. Don’t mind them. They’ll come around.”

“I wasn’t raised not to mind them,” I chuckle, looking out the window, ours just one of many of the semi-detached houses extending along the road I grew up on. The cherry trees had just bloomed, pale pink blossoms covering the branches, decorating the pavement.

“Funny that, neither was I,” Kiran laughs and finally zips up my suitcase, picking it up and preparing to carry it to the car. “You got everything? Passport? Wallet? Documents?”

I nod with a smile. Even if we didn’t look almost exactly the same (though, we certainly did), it was impossible not to pick up on the family resemblance.

“I have everything.”

The drive to Heathrow Airport is quiet. Truthfully, I was far too nervous to speak. I could feel my stomach twisting uncomfortably, a nauseating weight on my chest. I watch as we pass the streets of London, the only streets I had ever known. We pass the red double-decker buses, the abandoned phone boxes, eventually making our way onto the highway.

London is cruel, relentless to its residents, yet simultaneously captivating and thrilling. I had travelled enough to know there was no place like it. Nowhere else I could hop on the Northern Line in the bohemian, eclectic Camden, switch tubes and step out to Canary Wharf, where skyscrapers stand tall above you and the streets are buzzing with men in suits, just in 40 minutes or so. The diversity of the city, the way it could feel like a large metropolis as much as a small charming town all at once, depending on where you were. I loved this city, I always would. But it was time for me to move on at least for now. I wasn’t getting what I wanted, not that I knew what that was in the first place.

“Can’t believe my sister’s gonna be working for the league,” Kiran interrupts the silence. “When you meet Bronny you must tell him hi.”

I let out a laugh, turning to look at him. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening anywhere else except your delusions.”

“Hey, you never know!” He scoffs as we pull up to terminal 3, the butterflies growing deep in my abdomen.

“You’re such a guy,” I roll my eyes. “I’m working for the WNBA and all you want is to say hi to Lebron James.”

“Well who else is there, Steph?”

In reality, my brother loved basketball, he was the sole reason I knew the first thing about the sport. But he loved pushing my buttons more - and nothing pushed my buttons further than women being underestimated by men.

“A’ja, Stewie, Sabrina, Jewell? Arike plays for the Wings!”

“Never heard of any of them.”

I smack him on the shoulder as he’s parking the car, making him yelp. He was joking of course, but I wasn’t in the mood. Some would argue I was rarely in the mood to joke around but it’s just how I am. High-strung, intense. It was just me, I couldn’t help it. You know how some people have that spark to them? The kind where they step in the room and the place just lights up? That wasn’t me, and I was okay with it. At least I got shit done.

“Okay sorry,” Kiran whines, rubbing his arm. Neither of us wanted to get out, to face the goodbye looming ahead. So we sit for a while.

“Paige Bueckers was drafted there though, right?” My brother asks, staring at the big sign for Terminal 3 above the sliding doors.

“Yeah, she was.”

“She’s tough,” he says and I nod in agreement. I had followed her college career quite a bit, saw her go through injury and rise to the top again. She wasn’t my favourite player, I preferred focusing on the league - but it was undeniable she was a generational talent.

“She’s also really fit,” my brother adds, making me snort.

“Kiran, I'm fairly sure she’s also really gay,” I laugh. My brother turns to me with shock written all over his face.

“You really think so?”

I roll my eyes, “I- well yes. It’s pretty obvious, don’t you think?”

“Damn,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Takes one to know one I guess.”

Another smack on his shoulder, another yelp spilling from his lips. One drunken night years ago I had come out to Kiran as bisexual and now it was his favourite joke in the world. I don’t think he realised I was serious, or that at points in my life I had dated girls as well. Honestly though, I hadn’t even thought about girls that way since I met Jasper. Not that I’d found any girl remotely attractive in the past years, perhaps it had just been a phase.

“You’re going to come back with some 6 '5 American basketball lesbian aren’t you?” He teases, making me roll my eyes.

“We need to head inside,” I laugh, climbing out of the car. I didn’t know much about what would happen, but I certainly wasn’t going to come back with anyone. The time I spend in Dallas would be time dedicated to me, to figuring out who I was, what I wanted. I had no time for love.

I pull the suitcase towards the doors, Kiran on my tail until we both come to a halt right inside. Quickly I check my purse again - passport, phone, wallet, charger, documents. All there. Just one thing left to do.

I turn to my brother and hug him. We had never spent more than a month apart since the day he was born. I had always been the annoying, bossy older sister, ordering him around since he could barely talk. But still, it had all been out of love. I wanted him to be safe and it was my job to protect him. He was my baby brother after all, even now at 23 as he stands 6’0 tall.

“Take care of yourself Izzie,” he whispers, squeezing me tight.

“You too, and of mum and dad please,” I tell him, holding my breath in as to not let any tears fall, though they’re already burning in the corners of my eyes.

We pull apart, and he smiles at me assuringly. “Call mum when you land, we don’t need her getting loopy.”

“I will,” I chuckle. There’s a few seconds of silence that stretches across us, our green eyes locked in each other’s gaze. We don’t need to say these things out loud, we both knew we loved each other.

“Well, have a safe flight and have fun in Dallas,” Kiran says and waves bye, turning around to walk away. “YEEHAW!” He turns around and yells before slipping out through the sliding doors. Laughing, I watch him, the ache in my chest growing exponentially. It was all becoming real. Me in Dallas, Texas.

A couple hours and a long security line later I’m sitting on the ascending plane, gazing out of the window. I stretch out my legs, glad to be short enough to fit in the seats comfortably. I’m holding a copy of War and Peace by Tolstoy in my hands, simply flipping through the pages, my mind too conflicted to focus as I watch the ground beneath me retreating further every second.

I could see Big Ben, The London Eye, Thames stretching across the length of the city, shrinking until we ascend through a thick layer of clouds, making it impossible to see anything. It’s only then I let myself cry, the first tears after ending my engagement only a couple weeks prior. I had no other plan, I needed this to work out desperately.

Jet lag was killing me, but I knew I could never allow it to show. It was the following day of arriving in Dallas. I spent all of yesterday sleeping, trying to let my body adjust to the time difference before my first day on the job.

Of course I had woken up three entire hours before my alarm went off. So when I get to the first media team meeting of the season, I have already had time to drink two coffees, go to the gym, shower, shave, do my jet black hair just to have a crisis and pin it up in a slicked back bun, do my makeup and send emails and make calls to the wedding venue to cancel it. I was on fire and wouldn’t let a little jetlag hold me down.

The maroon turtleneck and black slacks I was wearing had already been decided on the evening before as to avoid any clothing disaster. I wasn’t exactly sure how to dress for a job like this - but as I step into the tall building from the busy streets of Dallas I can tell I’m overdressed. Many of the people around my age are dressed much more laid back than I’m used to, wearing hoodies and jeans - and to my biggest shock of all, sneakers.

As I walk across the entryway the sound of my heels tapping on the tiles echo around the building, my cheeks turning bright red. I knew people were turning to stare, but instead of looking back and checking, I rush to the elevator, slipping in through the doors and facing my reflection. Maybe I was overdressed, but I look nice. The gold earrings decorating my ears contrast against my light brown skin and black hair, making them pop. I smooth over my belt, fixing the way the golden buckle of it was sitting on my slacks when a man around my age walks in just as the doors are about to close.

“Hey there!” He greets me, a charming smile on his face and brown eyes twinkling. His friendliness is so intense it nearly startles me.

“Oh, hey!” I reply, turning towards him. For a moment he looks at me, blinking, perhaps waiting for me to keep talking but when I don’t he’s quick to pick up my slack.

“I’m Trey, I do media stuff for the Wings. Basically a glorified cameraman,” he explains lightheartedly.

“I’m Zari, they just hired me to do social media actually,” I reply, shaking his hand firmly just like my dad always taught me to. There’s a sliver of recognition on Trey’s face as he takes in my words.

“Oh yeah! They said they hired someone new! Didn’t mention you were a Brit tho. Well shit we’re prolly gon’ be working together a lot then,” he says. It’s at that moment I decide that his enthusiasm isn’t fake even though it’s suspiciously intense. Maybe he’s just an energetic guy - maybe he’s just an American.

“I suppose yes!” I chuckle and look over the buttons of the lift. “So, perhaps you know which floor I need to go to then because I don’t?”

“Oh sure thing.”

Pressing on the number 10, the elevator finally begins to move upwards. I’m fiddling with the rings around my fingers, a nervous habit I had.

“You nervous?” Trey asks, picking up on my queues quickly. Guess I wasn’t as composed as I’d liked.

“A bit,” I admit.

Trey chuckles and wraps an arm around my shoulder comfortingly - or I suppose it’s meant to be comforting but I didn’t particularly find it so. “You’ll do good, everyone’s chill here. Except the boss but you get used to her. You can relax, Zari.” As much as the man’s enthusiasm and touchiness shocked me, I was glad to have someone show me where to go instead of wandering around the floors aimlessly.

In a corridor full of doors Trey picks the right one, opening it for me. Inside we find a team of 10 people or so sitting around a table, their discussion immediately coming to a halt when we step in, all eyes turning to me. I feel unease settle over me, but instead of panic I inhale and exhale. I knew I could do this, this was the only plan I had. I had never not had a plan B, a plan C before. This had to be it.

“You must be Izara,” a gravelling voice says as a red haired woman, likely in her 50s, stands up. She’s dressed much more corporate, a fitted blazer and a pencil skirt accentuating her curves. I immediately notice her brows, thin and sharp, appearing almost angry. I didn’t have to be told who this was, Trey’s description had been colourful enough for me to know she was my boss.

“Yes, well I go by Zari actually, if you don’t mind,” I say in a friendly tone, walking over in my black stilettos to shake her hand.

“You kids and your nicknames, oh well. Zari’s fine, but don’t complain if I forget,” she sighs, clearly already bothered. “I’m Linda Halford, the managing media director for the Dallas Wings. We spoke on the phone.”

Her eyes are blue and piercing, but there’s something about her straight forwardness that feels intriguing in contrast to the excessive friendliness of everyone else I’d met so far. Hell, even the cab driver tried to strike up a conversation after my flight. I wasn’t sure if I liked Linda or feared her - perhaps a bit of both.

“It’s nice to meet you in person,” I smile, sitting myself down on the chair Linda pulls out for me right next to her. All eyes were on me of course, the new girl. I just had to get through the first week and I’d be old news. Good old boring Izara. Just get through the week.

“I hope your travels went well,” Linda says distractedly, scrolling through a document on her laptop. As I open my mouth to answer, she keeps talking.

“Now, there are many big changes this year, and our media team has been… not up to par so to speak,” she glances up at Trey, and a couple of girls sitting next to him who I suppose I would be working with as well.

“Thanks to Bueckers, we’re about to have a lot more eyes on us. So I hired Izara-” Zari. Just call me Zari. I bite the inside of my cheek not to correct her, she didn’t seem like the type of woman you correct. “and she’s gonna help us. She’s here to innovate, to come up with ideas to boost online exposure and to boost clicks. We need to get active on Tiktok, and whatever the kids use. I need daily content. No more editing videos for weeks before posting them on Youtube, Trey.”

“My bad,” Trey says, making everyone chuckle, his eyes sparkling when they land on me.

Linda looks at him disapprovingly before continuing.

“We are sitting on a goldmine now guys. Paige Bueckers has over 2 million followers on Instagram. She is incredibly marketable, how do we use her best?” Linda asks, everyone going silent immediately, looking around, waiting for someone to bite. Fine, I will.

Clearing my throat I begin. “Well, I think it’s important that while we do use her to get clicks, we don’t make the Wings the “Paige Bueckers team” and repeat the same mistakes I personally think Indiana Fever did with CC,” My voice is steady, sure, even though deep inside I’m not quite certain about what I’m saying. I pause, composing myself - if there was one thing I was good at it was selling things with confidence. Even when I wasn’t.

“I think we use her for clicks, make loads of content with her but use that content to uplift other players and the whole team. Not just Bueckers, not just Arike, but everyone.”

Linda nods. “Yes, Izara. How do we do that?” Zari. Just say Zari.

I shrug. “A lot of Paige’s fans are young, I’m not sure if some of them even watch the sport at all. So we try to get them intrigued. Not posting purely basketball content, but including some fan service should help with that, incentivise the young girls to get involved with the sport. There needs to be a balance.”

To my shock, when I raise my eyes from the table, Linda is smiling. It’s not the warmest smile, but one nevertheless.

“And this is why we had to hire someone all the way from England, because you guys couldn’t figure this out in this hellhole,” Linda scolds my colleagues. The praise feels good, but I really didn’t want to come off as a show off or soon my only friend in all of Dallas, Texas would be Linda Halford.

“Good job Zari, welcome to the team,” the redhead says firmly before returning to her notes. “Okay tomorrow we are all having a little Dallas Wings get together. The coaches, players, everyone so be prepared to go out after work.”

As I write this down in my calendar I’m interrupted by Linda again. “Izara.”

“Yes?” I ask.

“By the end of tomorrow I’m expecting you to be friendly with Bueckers. You’re gonna be working together a lot, I need you on her good side.”

“Thank God!” I groan to myself, kicking off my black stilettos the second I step into my new home. The league had provided me with an apartment until the end of the season. It was modern, nice, sleek but so incredibly impersonal it pained me. It didn’t feel like me at all, the blank white walls, the dull grey furniture. It wasn’t home.

I crash into the couch face first, mixture of jet lag and stress of the first day on the job taking over. Not only was I the new girl, but I was also the English girl. All day I’d been asked if we really eat beans on toast, and if I’d ever seen the Queen - mind you she passed in 2022.

With too much left to do, I only let myself rest for a few minutes before getting up reluctantly, tiptoeing to my bedroom to start undressing. Throwing on a matching set of knitted cream coloured sweater and pants, I let my hair down, finally feeling comfortable.

Suddenly I hear a loud crash from the hallway, followed by even louder giggles and muffled yelps echoing around the building. Too curious about my neighbours, I step into my slippers and carefully open the door to see what’s going on.

“Bro, it’s not that heavy,” an accented voice groans probably a floor below me. Heavy steps on the stairs are closing in. Two people, I think.

“Lou, you’re kidding right?” Another girl complains, her voice bright.

“You’re too weak, just give it to me,” the other person argues, steps approaching me.

“Ha, no way, you’re just gon’ break my new plates. Ion trust you.”

“Next time you’re getting an at-home deliver- oh hey!”

A brunette girl with her hair down, only in basketball shorts and a sports bra sees me as she turns the corner, meeting my gaze as I peek through my door. She’s holding a cardboard box, full of pans and pots, hair sticking to her forehead from the humidity.

Suddenly the other girl appears, blonde, hair in a bun but other than that pretty much wearing the exact same thing.

“Who you talkin to- oh,” the blonde notices me, her blue eyes so intense my knees nearly buckle.

“Sorry, we’re being really loud, we’re gonna try and keep quiet,” the brunette apologises. The blonde is still watching me, never breaking eye-contact. Feeling uneasy, my eyes flicker to the brunette and I smile politely.

“That’s fine, I was just checking if you were okay?” I ask. The blonde walks past my door, my eyes lingering for a millisecond on the way her biceps flex as she carries a large and apparently heavy box of plates towards the next flight of the stairs.

“We’re good, sorry ‘bout that,” the blonde answers, her voice now much quieter, less lively than before when it echoes around the halls.

“Okay well, maybe next time you should get at-home-delivery?” I suggest, watching as the girls struggle slowly up the stairs before retreating back into my apartment.

“That’s what I SAID!” The brunette complains loudly. I can still hear them bickering when I close the door, a smile spreading to my face. The first time I’ve genuinely laughed since I landed.

It’s as if I knew those girls from somewhere, but couldn’t quite place it. Something about them was so familiar. It’s not till I hear them jogging back down for the next batch of boxes to carry upstairs, their voices loud enough to echo into my apartment, when I realise.

“Paige I’m about to call Bob Bueckers to come help us soon, I’m dead serious.”

“You don’t got my dad’s number.”

“Pretty sure I do!”

Oh. Peeking out through the peephole my suspicions are confirmed. Walking past my door it indeed is Paige and Lou, bringing more kitchenware upstairs. And I didn’t even recognise them. I look down at my knitted set with a deep sigh. So much about being professional huh? I better make a good impression tomorrow.

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marabow · 1 month ago

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A ROSE AMONG THORNS (circus ocs x fem reader series)

Chapter II: The Circus (25/03/2025)

CW: slight misogyny, just creepiness overall by a certain SOMEONE

MASTERLIST

<<Chapter I, Chapter III>>

Curiosity- was what (NAME) felt at that moment, as the handbell rang from the well trained polar bear cub’s paws. The girl slowed her pace as the cub gave an adorable growl, probably signifying that they were getting closer to the place the tickets came from. It was deep in the woods, yet the gloomy dark atmosphere from earlier died down, instead being replaced by rays of sunlight shining from behind the leaves of trees, as little daisies were growing from each one of her steps, creating a trail of flowers behind her.

She was in awe, almost giggly, as the atmosphere turned from grey and plain, to colourful and quirky. There were Colourful balloons, with ribbons attached to them, like butlers greeting guests at ball events, and even flakes of colour sprawled around the ground, sticking to her black shoes, decorating her mary janes’ soles with confetti.

The polar bear went out of the forest, out of her sight, and (NAME) couldn’t hear the bell anymore. In front of her, where the polar bear went through, was a bush of flowers with a very powerful pink colour, most likely begonias from what (NAME) thought. She used her hands to push the flowers further from her face, opening to an entrance of light.

In front of the light was colorful sign, creating a shadow to loom over the girl’s features, with the words “Strangemageddon” written in big bold letters. Looking to her right, there was another sign with the words “Willkommen, Benvenuti, Bienvenue, Bienvenido, Welcome!”, reminding her of those signs you’d see at toy stores, with those colourful symbols and beautiful pastels.

But behind the signs was something only fairytales could describe. On the evergreen grass of the clearing were amusement park rides, from ferris wheels to rollercoasters, complimented by tents and buildings of various colours, giving a cozy magical small-town charm to it. But, the gem of this place was the giant red and white striped tent in the middle of everything.

Rubbing her eyes in skepticism that her brain was inventing everything, she took one more peek, only to discover that this place was indeed a dreamland come true.

“Woah...” She whispered under her breath, unable to speak from the grandiosity before her.

“There... you are!” Behind her, (NAME) heard Clément’s voice breathing heavily from how much he ran, looking at the ground while propping his whole body on an oak tree to catch his breath. Once his chartreuse eyes looked up, past her, he saw the mysterious land that was in front of them. “Where...are we?”

“I’m not sure...” (NAME) was hypnotized, under the spell of various children’s voices all singing in a choir deep within the far distance of this place, almost calling to her.

“I don’t believe this is what it seems...” Clément said in skepticism.

“Why not?” (NAME) asked “I mean... what could hurt for a little exploring?”

Clément was still very skeptical, but (NAME) was right. It wasn’t like it was a trap, and even if it was, what could they want from two youngsters they didn’t even know.

Before they could take another step, the feeling of wind blowing their backs very powerfully pushed them inside the small world that was created behind the fences.

There was no turning back now. They weren’t stuck per se, but their eyes were glued on the magical elements of this land. From the vibrant terraced houses, each coming in different sizes, with different shops inside, from bakeries, toy stores to even barber shops, this looked more like a small town rather than a magical circus as the girl with the maroon mark on her face mentioned. ��She might be here.’ (NAME) thought, looking around for the sign of a girl with a unique stain around her eye.

“...Let’s get back... I’m sure Elijah will make an earful if I’m missing for much more-” Clément almost lost his balance as something collided with his body...or someone actually. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!”

He looked down to see a young girl looking at him apologetically, with her hazel eyes. She couldn’t have been older than thirteen, even if her sui generis white coils was a huge contrast to her rich and youthful umber skin.

She blurted a quick “sorry, sir” before running off to the giant tent in the distance, the gem of this whole place. Speaking about gem, something fell out of her satchel, a necklace with some sort of flower shape. (NAME) picked it up, looking closely at it, as the petals kept moving the same way a clock would around the middle part of the flower shaped necklace.

“What a strange girl. Have you ever seen someone so young yet so old at the same time?” Clément asked, before looking at the necklace. “Huh, what a peculiar pendant... Should we go after her to give it back?”

“Of course we should! We’re civilised people after all!” (NAME) said, taking the boy’s hand and walking towards the tent. What (NAME) noticed was that there were a lot of children around... much more than adults... all dressed normally or very strangely. Like kids in chitons and jewellery, which (NAME) knew only the ancient civilisations wore. Was there some sort of carnival? Where were their parents?

There were some older people, but they looked more youthful than the adults that surround (NAME) every day, with bright grins on their faces, complimenting their wrinkles and making them look so friendly.

“It’s becoming queerer, and queerer here...” Clément muttered, just enough for the girl to hear, as they finally got to the tent, at the main entrance. As they peeked inside, there were a lot of children, young ladies and gentlemen alike to them and even those older smiling people they’ve seen earlier... yet no sign of the white hair girl, and neither of the girl with the mark on her face.

Before they could play detective more, somebody began pushing them gently from behind towards the benches "Please, madam and sir, take a seat. You're stealing the attention from the stars of the show." the deep gloomy feminine voice of the person from behind them said. They were both very embarrassed, (NAME) was embarrassed for getting scolded, meanwhile Clément was embarrassed for being obedient like a mutt instead of being stubborn, as he didn’t want (NAME) to think of him lowly, so they sat down on the benches, next to three small mousy brown haired triplet boys, around 7 years old most likely, in navy blue sailor suits, talking to each other, before looking at the two in awe.

“Woah, you’re so pretty miss, like a fairy godmother!”

“You look like a Prince Charming, sir!”

“You remind me of our mamman and papa!”

“Really? Why, we thank you, boys!” (NAME) smiled at their sweetness, but Clément just smirked for a bit before looking back at the show.

“I’m Jack!” The boy who complimented Clément said confidently, before his much shyer brother who complimented (NAME) introduced himself “I’m Pierre...” “But we call him Pilou, m’lady!”, “And I’m Vittorio.” The third boy said, his voice very calm and soothing, unlike his energetic brother or his other more coy brother.

(NAME) couldn’t help but laugh at the little boy’s confidence, finding the kids adorable.

“Where are your parents, little ones?” She asked, noticing has there was nobody near them other than people around her and Clem’s ages.

“Parents? They’re on the other side, the one thats opposite of Strangemaggedon!” Little Vittorio said, which left (NAME) confused. This kid must’ve been so wise beyond his years that she couldn’t understand a thing from him... either that or he was babbling childish nonsense. Yet, she decided to try to ask. Key word: tried.

“Where-” “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and gals and gender nonconforming pals! Step right up, step right up, see amazing human oddities, freaks of nature. Be warned, people with heart conditions, children, women - we will accept no responsibility for fainting, reoccurring nightmares, or death!" The place became dark, the spotlight coming to a well dressed ringmaster, fully red, from his tailcoat to even his hair being an unnatural red, a hair colour (NAME) has never seen. Yes, she did know redheads like Olga for example, but her hair was a ginger colour, meanwhile this man had completely red hair. “With that in mind, welcome to The Circus Of Strangemaggedon! The greatest show ever heard of in entire overworld and underworld!”

The children began clapping, not caring too much for what (NAME) was going to say, but (NAME) wasn’t too disappointed, knowing anything could steal the attention of children. She began clapping too, as well as the rest of the crowd. Only Clément remained sat on his seat, playing with his fingers.

“This moment will live forever, tonight!” As the ringmaster said that, a bunch of spectacular colours began appearing in the vision of everybody: acrobats jumping high in the air, plenty of wild animals that haven’t been seen before in (NAME)’s life, and people in multicoloured clothing. There were even people juggling objects on fire ‘How do their hands not burn? They aren't even wearing gloves or anything to protect their skin!’. It truly was magical to (NAME), as if she was seeing dragons and mermaids from fairytales, except that these were real people.

The opening act finally finished, the carnies gathered inside the ring, around the ringmaster, who still had the light reflecting on him, showing his dominion over everyone. (NAME) noticed something strange about the carnies. Not only did they have unique appearances, but they looked... very young... around her age mostly, but there were some who looked slightly older, and some looked younger, which was very odd in the girl’s eyes.

“Thank you, thank you!" The ringmaster tipped his top hat at the audience. "Now, as I can observe you hungry pooches are waiting for the fun part, but we're trying to spice things up a bit today. I mean, seeing the same carnies do the same things every single time, must be getting quite boring for the viewer, wouldn't you agree?" The crowd responded with either yes or no, but the people mostly responded with "yes". "Well then, tonight we'll be having a star! But not just anybody, somebody who happens to be very lucky!"

The assemblage went silent as the man closed his eyes and began pointing his cane randomly.

"Ene mene miste,

Es rappelt in der Kiste

Ene Mene Mu

und dran bist Du!"

At each word, the man pointed randomly and inconsistently at the audience, and at the fifteenth word, the word "Du", was pointed towards (NAME), Clem, and a few people who were sitting near them like the triplets, yet the spotlight lit between the girl and the boy before it started slowly moving above (NAME). "Oh wow, what luck I truly have..." She mentally cursed myself for sitting here, meanwhile, Clem was laughing his socks off at her luck. “Fantastic job, miss lucky charm!” He laughed. The ringmaster opened his eyes and said "You, the mademoiselle with the black hat! Step right up, don't be shy!"

(NAME) gave the boy her hat, as to not ruin it in some way while there, as god knows what act she’ll have to do. “I’m holding my fingers crossed for you!” He smiled at her mischievously “Oh, please, don’t act like I’ll get killed!” She giggled.

“Good luck, miss!” The triplets smiled at her, saying in unison their simple yet encouraging words. She smiled sweetly at them, and then walked down to the ring, holding the end of her skirt between her fingers as to not make it dirty. Once she got past the fence, the ringmaster smiled at her, showing his golden tooth while at it. (NAME) did a small curtsy, feeling rather shy before the man. "Everybody give a warm welcome to our star of the show for tonight... what's your name?" The man asked, to which (NAME) gulped. She never really liked her actual name, always making people call her nicknames, literally anything that wasn’t her name. But... she wasn’t going to stay here forever, right? Might as well use a fake name.

“My name is Fanny, sir!” She smiled, before he laughed “Don’t think you can fool me, little lady! I specifically sent you an invitation and your little boy toy pal right there. You remember the tickets, right, (NAME)?”

She was surprised, but decided to play along “Aw, you caught me!” She laughed. “Yes, my name is...(NAME)...” She felt like she had something bitter in her mouth when she used the name in this context, but whatever, moving on.

"Ah, you almost caught me there, (NAME)! How are you feeling being the star for tonight?" The man shook her hand energetically, which made the girl feel a little dizzy from how fast he was shaking her much smaller hand. "Good, well, bring them there!" (NAME) finally regained her thoughts as she heard the last part being enunciated towards somebody who was behind her apparently. ‘Take me where?!’ She wondered. Before she could utter anything, (NAME) felt two gloved hands on my shoulders as she was guided towards a round wall.

The girl felt the adrenaline coursing through her veins for the confusion of what could happen to her, as the person who held her was preparing her for the act, putting her hands above her head. (NAME) couldn’t see their features too well, as the light from behind the person was hitting her eyes to the point she couldn’t even squint her eyes from how much it hurt, and the silhouette was dark, the only thing the girl managed to see was that the person had the physique of a tall woman with s lot of beautiful curves, and long curly hair to compliment it, making (NAME) imagine her to an image similar to Venus in Botticelli’s paintings from how blessed this person looked just by their silhouette.

“Good luck” the silhouette spoke to (NAME) as they finally left the girl at the hands of the person she shares an act with. Yet another silhouette, this time looking like a man, a young man by the looks of it, with much medium straight hair, that ended a bit more spikier than she’d seen on other people.

"Now, everybody get prepared for the first act of tonight, the art of impalement." The girl’s eyes widened even more. She thought she was going to die at that moment.

(NAME) kept trying to stay as still as a boulder while the silhouette kept making false throwing gestures towards her as if they were calculating the correct direction to throw the daggers. She almost flinched as the first dagger was thrown near her waist, and then another near her hair, and then a few more, until the daggers created an outline of her. The whole crowd applauded, herself included, even if she felt like her soul was leaving her body from the fear she felt. Before she could ask the showman if she could just walk back to her seat, the same silhouette from earlier took her backstage, leaving Clément alone.

“You did amazing, girly!” A bubbly deep feminine voice, as (NAME) finally saw her facial features. She had soft expressive cattle like light blueish eyes, almost violet if you looked at them in more detail, very pale albino skin which was painted with a bit of faceprint to make her features pop out, complimented by her white curls, and most importantly, a very friendly and warm smile.

(NAME) couldn’t help but blush bashfully, as she found this girl very beautiful, so beautiful in fact that she felt like a total dolt in comparison. “Why...grazie, miss!”

As they got backstage, a much taller and slightly muscular man approached her, which (NAME) noticed had this flamboyant air to him, with his soft features, like his rounder amber eyes and soft smile painted with a red heart over his lips, which were in perfect harmony with his aquiline nose and slightly elongated face, complimented as well by a side slicked hairdo of the same colour as regular toffee. He looked curiously at the strange girl that came backstage, but nonetheless smiled at her, showing that he had a slight tooth gap between his teeth. “Myrtle, is this the girl that took Cici’s place at Perry’s act?”

“Why, of course! Wasn’t she amazing on the stage, Dorian? Not flinching even the slightest bit at the knives that were being thrown at her?” The albino girl giggled. (NAME) knew she was trying to seem encouraging, but the whole act scared the devil out of her, as the saying would go. Even so, she smiled sheepishly.

“She took it like a professional, standing as still as a flower! Thank your brother that he didn’t pluck her petals! Even Sisi would’ve flinched by his speed of throwing!” The toff in a yellow leotard laughed, patting the girl’s back in slow rhythms, as if he was either encouraging her, or as if she was amusing him somehow.

Myrtle giggled too at the joke, just not as energetic at the brunette, even awkwardly if (NAME) caught it correctly. The voice of a little girl’s panting from panic caught their attention, cutting their laughter down: “Dorian, Myrtle, have you seen my pendant?!”

(NAME) knew who the girl was, the same white haired one who bumped into Clem earlier.

“Sadly no, Norrie...” ; “I’m so sorry Elisnora, but we haven’t seen a pendant anywhere.” Both Myrtle and Dorian shook their heads, giving the girl no sense of hope that she’ll see her pendant again. But in every story there’ll be at least one saviour. (NAME) had the pendant, but it was in her satchel that was currently in Clément’s care.

“Was it in the shape of a flower and made of bronze?” The girl with the blue bolero asked.

The much younger girl looked shocked, but nodded, desperate to get her pendant back.

“I know where it is-” “MYRTLE!” An agitating voice yelled from behind the young girl (NAME) was talking to before she could finish her sentence. Elisnora and Dorian were pushed aside as the owner of the voice tried to argue with the albino haired girl. “One of you idiots had hidden my hat somewhere-” but, before the voice could become higher, like the sound of nails on a chalkboard, it caught attention of the new girl, the guest of tonight.

(NAME) noticed the new figure to look a lot alike to the showman, both with the unnaturally red hair that most would think is a wig and bright green eyes, but this figure looked much younger than the showman, around the same age as Myrtle and Dorian, or probably a bit younger, but (NAME) guessed it was because he was a bit shorter than Myrtle.

His face somehow became whiter, even with white facepaint on. “Wait, who’s she?” If (NAME) wasn’t that attentive to details, she wouldn’t have noticed his ears becoming a flushed red colour, almost as red as his hair.

“This is (NAME), the star of tonight’s show!” Dorian smiled at the girl, before looking at, what (NAME) guessed, was the clown.

“Star of tonight’s show? But I knew the first act was my act with Perry-” but then he realised what had happened. “Good morning sunshine. Mr Ringling had replaced you with a girl for tonight.” Dorian and Myrtle began laughing like two turkeys, as (NAME) realised that this was supposed to be this boy’s act. This must be the Cici Dorian was talking about earlier. She looked at him, a bit saddened in fear that he would feel offended, as for one moment he was flabbergasterd, but the clown just laughed a bit before, pulling the girl’s arms to hold her shoulders. “My, and such a pretty girl took my place? I feel ashamed!” He laughed, inspecting her face, and disrespecting her personal space to a high degree, as he kept putting his gloved hand on her face, as if he was trying to memorise every aspect of her with tactile senses, including her eye, where he put his thumb on her bottom lid, and his index on her top lid, streching the eye, as if he was an ophthalmologist. “Your eyes are so pretty. They are like mirrors from how I can see my reflection in them!”

“Uhh, pardon?” (NAME) slapped his hand lightly, very much weirded out by his action, yet she still tried to be polite, as she thought that maybe this was normal for them? Cici’s exaggerated expression turned into one of shame as he realised he made the ‘pretty girl’ uncomfortable “Sorry for that, doll! But am I excited that you are joining us for at least tonight!”

“Yeah... um... I need to help her find her pendant... I’ll skedaddle for a bit! Toodles!” (NAME) laughed awkwardly, as she signalled for the younger girl with white curls to follow her, which obeyed her, as the much younger girl showed her a way to get back towards the seats without getting inside the ring.

While they were walking farther, they heard the conversation of the two male carnies. “You scared her, you donkey!” “Oh please, I’m just excited. I’m tired of only seeing the same faces all the time! And wasn’t she adorable? She looked like a small doe!” “Cici-” “Stop calling me that.” “Ugh, Cecil, she just appeared today-” “so what? She deserves all the admiration she could get, you...” But their voices became from coherent to straight up gibberish as everything became quieter and more quieter.

“Just ignore them... they think they own this place for being in the stage of being older than most children.” The young girl, Elisnora as (NAME) caught from the carnies’ conversation as her name being, whispered quietly, as if anyone could hear them

“Oh...” Was all (NAME) could muster up, as she walked back towards where Clément was together with those triplets, engrossed by the show, as he didn’t even notice her. She put her hands on his shoulder, causing him to yelp. “Not funny... wait, you’re back?” His anger became to curiosity quite quickly, as (NAME) giggled. “In flesh and bones!”

“...You know?” “Well, sorry mr knows-it-all-cause-my-uncle-owns-this-place!” Both Dorian and Cecil kept arguing, as a darker aura appeared in the backstage. “Oh Perry... hello...” Myrtle muttered, talking to the new figure, without even looking at it. Perry seemed angered as he threw a dagger towards one of the vanities. He seemed frustrated, as he put his hands over his long styled mauve tinted white hair. “What’s wrong this time, brother-” “Shut up!” He was angered. He hated the fact he almost miscalculated his act, almost causing one child to cry from how close his dagger was towards their neck. He was never distracted, but it was all caused by that stupid act, by HER!

He will get revenge soon enough, he was sure of it.

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ramblingsfromthytruly · 3 months ago

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could u recommend me some marauders fics?

I was in the fandom for a month like a few years back, but i had somehow stumbled upon the most toxic part of the community..and got scared away immediately.

Ive got some prejudice, but i really want to give it another chance after the enthusiasm i saw in your blog ;)

totallyyyyyyyy

(im sorry but im lazy to link them but um they're all on ao3.. also fair warning im a bit biased cuz these r some of my own personal favs.. at least among the ones i can actually remember lmao) (also i didn't include atyd cuz i figured if u were looking for marauders fics, that one was prolly the first one anyone mentioned to u..)

the cadence of part-time poets - motswolo

wolfstar (remus/sirius) centric. muggle band au. the ocs own my heart, especially tonya<33 also remus & marlene's friendship in this is so ugh<333 plus i love how the writer characterized remus in this one (i've been so sick of reading that whole angry alpha remus stuff so this was a welcome change)

alice, look at me - rollercoasterwords

14-15k words of just FULLY nobleflower (alice/narcissa) centric canon-compliant. angst. lovely<3

the hand that feeds - rollercoasterwords

dorlene (dorcas/marlene) centric 23k longfic. again, lots of angst, i.e., the lesbians gotta die :( there's an emmary (emmeline/mary) fic in the same series.

heroes in the seaweed - rollercoasterwords

(yes im in love with this person's writing) this one's about mary macdonald's time at hogwarts. with marylene (mary/marlene). oneshot.

as the worm moon dies - rollercoasterwords

this one's really interesting.. it's sorta set in the canon universe except no... it changed a couple major aspects of the history but the universe's mechanisms (the magic, the creatures, etc) are the same.. wolfstar centric. but there's a few interlude chapters with other characters' povs too. the most recent one with lily made me sob :(( the mcs (remus, sirius, james, lily, reg) are all in their mid-late 20s ig. horcrux hunt with james being the harry equivalent, i.e., the chosen one of the prophecy. discusses quite a few heavy themes so mind the tags..

dear moony - barneylove

muggle boarding school au. mainly focuses on the friendship and found family aspect. sirius centric, especially with his family (parents, cousins, brother). all the characters are incredibly fleshed out. this is year 1-3. the author is gonna write the rest of the years in another work. it's part of a whole series of various other works set in the same universe. very very wholesome and fluffy and hurt/comfort with emphasis on the comfort. maybe feels a bit unrealistic with how harsh the real world but it seems intentional

seasons in desire - dykesiriusblack

a dorlene oneshot i love very very much<33 tis incredibly poetic

maroon - arakhnee

a marylily (mary/lily) oneshot i like the vibe of very much

if we survive the great war - arakhnee

another oneshot by the same author whose vibe i just really enjoyed<3 pandalily during the war. tw: infidelity im pretty sure

shooting stars, falling objects - nyx_21

prongsfoot (james/sirius) centric. ongoing work. basically sirius died just before graduating from hogwarts.. except he didn't, he was taken.. and he's found again. but he has memory loss.. yeah it's cool. divorced jily (james/lily) & adorable toddler harry.

im really sorry but these are the only ones i remember off of the top of my head (if u hate them all pls just never tell me because i will not be able to handle that)

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things-of-fire · 1 year ago

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The Power of Sky 🌩️🌼

Harpy is a SkyWing animus who’s part of a future AU I made a while back. This art is a little old, but I think it holds up. I’ve been thinking about this AU more lately and I’ll probably come back to it.

In short, Harpy discovered their powers when they were a dragonet. Not knowing that magic was banned in the Sky kingdom, they excitedly showed it off by enchanting a field of flowers to bloom. They were sentenced to death the very same day. However, a NightWing dragonet born beneath blood moons had a vision of Harpy’s death and convinced her tribe’s prince to go save them. Harpy grew up in the rainforest alongside the NightWings and RainWings. Eventually, they become a key player in a continental war.

The NightWing dragonet who saw Harpy’s death has had a few names, including Bloodmoon and Warteller. I’d like to give her something different—maybe Omen? Sanguine? Who knows! She and Harpy have a tense relationship, made worse by the fact that they’re pining for each other. The NightWing feels responsible for putting Harpy in a difficult situation, while Harpy struggles to be loyal to anyone in the face of war.

[ID: A digital illustration of the creator’s Wings of Fire OC, a SkyWing named Harpy. They are a wyvern who has deep scarlet-orange scales with darker orange accents and a lighter underbelly. Their wings and the spikes on their neck and tail are a deep maroon. Harpy wears a black cloak lined with dark iridescent feathers, as well as a simple moonstone necklace and gold earring. Their piercing yellow eyes match a glowing flower that hovers between their talons. Harpy is floating in a background of abstract purple clouds. Three circles resembling dark moons frame Harpy’s head. They’re staring determinedly to the left, as if deep in thought. End ID]

#wings of fire #wof #wings of fire oc #wof oc #wof fanfic #dragon #anthro #my art

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jessiemeows · 4 months ago

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Lost & Found

Chapter 1: My Dagger Happy Friend

A/N: First impressions mean everything, right? This is just a retelling of events of how I think it would have gone down during Amaya & Astarion's first meeting. It played out similarly to how it does in the actual game but after this, things start to be different :) I'm very slow when it comes to writing so I'm sorry if I don't come out with a chapter like once a week. I would expect one to two chapters in a month. Of course, I will be writing other things, like headcanons or short little stories that I think of. :)

Pairing: F!Durge, OC (Amaya), Tiefling, Selunite Cleric X Spawn Astarion

Rating: 18+!!! mentions of violence, blood, corpses, death, basically durge things if you know how that character is

WC: About 1500

Previous chapter here

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Story:

"Gods, what a mess," Amaya muttered through gritted teeth, crawling herself towards the makeshift dock nearby. The tiefling had been wading in the cool waters of the Chionthar, desperately seeking relief from the wound on her leg that a flaming intellect devourer had so graciously gifted her.

Her muscles began screaming in protest, as she hoisted herself onto the weathered planks and collapsed, the sun's warmth washing over her face as exhaustion tugged at her consciousness. Every struggling heartbeat sent waves of agony through her body. Fighting against the pain, she pushed herself upright and summoned what little magic remained within her. A whispered healing word incantation brought forth shimmering streams of white light that caressed her skin like a warm embrace of moonlight. She then quickly uncorked one of her two remaining healing potions, and liquid warmth pooled in her stomach as the wound began to knit her torn flesh partially together.

Pushing stray curls from her eyes, she rummaged through her pack with trembling hands, she found some clean gauze. As she wrapped her injury, she noticed her left wrist bindings were soaked crimson with blood. Working quickly, she cleaned and dressed both wounds, though the effort had left her head beginning to pound, she sank back down on the makeshift dock again and closed her eyes.

Her thoughts wandered to the two women who'd helped her aboard the Nautiloid. Though their names escaped her, the dark-haired half-elf- another cleric, she'd wagered- stood out in her memory. Right now, Amaya would have given anything for anyone that could help with a healing touch.

Just as she was about to drift a man’s voice shattered her reverie. "Help, someone please help!" The voice pleaded. Curiosity overcame caution, and Amaya pushed herself to her feet, limping toward the sound.

The man who'd called out towered over her, a pale elven man, whose appearance bordered on almost unnaturally perfect, as if he possessed an ethereal presence- silver curls arranged with precision, framing his sharp features, his dark rich blue and maroon doublet adorned with intricate gold designs without a single thread astray. There was something else about him, a sense of familiarity that tugged at the edges of Amaya's memory.

"Hurry," the pale man whispered, crouching near a bush. "I've got one of those brain things cornered." His vermillion eyes fixed on her, brows furrowing. "There, in the grass. You can kill it, can't you? Like you killed the others."

"Uh, sure, I can handle it. Stand back," Amaya replied, her instincts screaming that something was wrong. As she approached the bushes, a wild boar burst through the foliage. In that same instant, strong hands seized her waist, and her feet swept out from under her. She hit the ground hard, her attacker's legs tangling with hers to prevent escape. Cold steel pressed against her throat.

"Shh," the elf breathed, his voice low and dangerous sending a shiver down Amaya’s spine. "Not a sound- not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours." His piercing gaze began to lower and fixate on her vulnerable neck. Amaya clawed desperately at his dagger arm, her long nails clawing at his skin and drawing blood, but his grip remained iron-tight.

He clicked his tongue, pressing the blade deeper. "Now, now darling, let's not be difficult. I saw you on the ship, didn't I? Nod."

Suddenly the world around her shifted, plunging her into a vivid flashback. The cloying scent of thick, coagulated blood hung heavy in the air, and she found herself once again surrounded by the thousands and thousands of lifeless corpses from her earlier nightmare. That same pale, elven face that had transfixed her in her dream now stood out starkly before her, with a dagger pressed against her neck.

As the flashback began to fade, a searing pain lanced through her wounded leg, clouding her thoughts. “Answer me, damnit!” the elf demanded raising his voice. She shook her head in protest, tears welling in her eyes. In desperation, she twisted his knife arm trying to lift herself up, but he slammed her back into the dirt. "Don't lie to me! I-agh!"

Again, suddenly, something twists, but this time, it's between both of their minds- the tadpole that infected them formed a connection, linking their minds. Through his eyes, Amaya glimpsed dark, crowded streets. She could feel his fear- his fear of not only the worm but also of the light and the dread of someone, someone that he knew.

"What was that? What's happening?" he snarled, his grip loosening for a precious moment. Amaya sought the opportunity to escape his knife arm, but he recovered too quickly.

"Ha! A fine effort, but I've seen it all. I was walking this land while your ancestors were learning to crawl." He growled into her ears. The dagger bit into her skin, she could smell a faint metallic smell of her own blood. "Now, tell me what just happened!"

Her head began to race, brewing up a dark tapestry of violent methods to murder the elf. She could weaken him with a quick sacred flame cantrip, burning his knife hand and easily gaining the upper hand. She could quickly topple him and slice his neck wide open with his own dagger, savoring his death as she bathed in his blood. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to act, to give in to the impulse, to give into the urge. Oh, how the urge would love to be drenched in his blood but this wasn’t her, this was not what she truly wanted.

The pounding in her head intensified as she fought to suppress these sick, intrusive thoughts. Only after a few agonizing seconds did Amaya finally snap. "We can talk when you stop acting like a paranoid lunatic!"

The pale elf's disapproving click was followed by a dangerous smile. "Stupid. I saw into your head, you know." His expression darkened but he then slowly released her, both of them rising cautiously. "You're not one of them. They took you, same as they took me. I'm half tempted to spill your guts all over the dirt anyway, but for now—apologies." His voice had a hint of sympathy.

"'Apologies' better not be all you're offering," Amaya growled, brushing dirt from her tattered clothes. "Though I can’t entirely blame you, I was looking forward to seeing yours spilled too." She avoided his gaze and began to fix her bandages, wincing slightly. The elf had reopened her wound, and the throbbing pain only worsened by the dirt and sand that now covered it. Infection was a looming concern, but she would have to worry about that later when they finally found somewhere safe.

"Aha, a kindred spirit! But I'm afraid I'm all out of wine and flowers, so an introduction will have to suffice." The elf offered a theatrical bow. "I am Astarion. I was in Baldur's Gate when those beasts snatched me and you are?"

Amaya straightened her spine, finally meeting his gaze. "I'm... Amaya. Amaya Othzál, I think," she said softly, arms crossed. The more she looked at him the more captivated she was by his breathtaking beauty, possibly the most stunning man she had ever seen. She felt a flutter in her stomach as their eyes met, her cheeks beginning to flush with a faint pink tinge.

"A pleasure," Astarion purred, resting his slender hands on his hips. "So, do you know anything about these worms?"

"You know as much as I do," the tiefling responded to him flatly, rolling her eyes at him.

"I suppose it's not exactly common knowledge. These worms are already affecting me- I can feel it." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Now what to do about it..."

"And, what's your plan?" Amaya said as she studied him carefully.

"Well, getting out of here might be a start," Astarion drawled sarcastically. "Then finding someone who knows about these worms. I need an expert. Someone who knows how to control these things..."

Amaya's face contorted in shock, "Wait, hold on. Control them? I want them gone!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, yes, of course," he dismissed with a wave, his tone nonchalant. "But first things first."

"Well, maybe we should travel together, I could use the company," a smile finally graced her lips. "As long as you promise no more daggers at my throat." the tiefling suggested playfully.

"You know, I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea. And you seem like a useful person to know.” He placed his hand over his heart giving her a mischievous smile. “And I promise on my honor, no more daggers at your throat. Unless you give me a reason."

Amaya giggled at him, now giving him an even brighter smile, “Very well, follow me then.”

As they set off, Amaya’s thoughts swirled as her body felt disappointed in her, a waste that she didn’t kill the man. She could feel her body recoiling against her again, beginning to feel nauseous. She then swallowed hard to keep herself from retching.

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tytoalbatross · 1 month ago

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i was tagged by @mageknife for this OC game!! thank you i had so much fun with this...

Name: Edwin Cadash

Alias: The Herald of Andraste/The Inquisitor; but when he worked with the Carta, he was derogatorily called Elf-Hands (compared to other dwarves with warrior or mining backgrounds, his hands are less rough and more dexterous)

Gender: Male but he doesn't care about it (he/him)

Sexual Orientation: Gay and a little weird about physical intimacy

Age: 42 at the events of the Conclave

Spoken Language: Trade, a handful of Orlesian words, whatever little Orzammarian he learned from his mother and Carta slang, a handful of Tevene words (via Dorian)

Occupation: Former member of an independent lyrium smuggling gang, and when they were caught, he was picked up as a low-ranking Carta agent (and his family was moved closer to Orzammar as blackmail when he gave the higher-ups lip); dropped the Inquisitor job as soon as he could; a Red Jenny after the events of Trespasser until the darkspawn show up in the South

FAVORITE:

Color: maroon red

Entertainment: drinking and having friendly competition with his companions, reading

Pastime: Crocheting, bugging any of the mages he knows about their magical knowledge, (related to the previous) listening to Dorian talk

Food: Spicy braised nug (family recipe)

Drink: doux champagne, though he hates to admit it (has a sweet tooth)

HAVE THEY:

Passed university: He learned to read when his mother brought him to the Chantry every week, and that's basically all of his formal education. He read whatever books he could in his spare time as a teenager, and he learned a lot from those (and experience, later).

Had sex: Before the events of Inquisition, sexual relations were few and far between, and when he did have sex, it was quick and no-nonsense. After he becomes involved with Dorian and gets more comfortable with frequent physical affection, they have sex pretty frequently---roughly every other day, unless work or distance comes between them.

Had sex in public: Edwin isn't hung up on social norms, but it takes him a long time to warm up to even chaste public displays of affection. The most he's done during the events of Inquisition is had sex with Dorian on the road not 2 meters away from the other tents. He's pretty comfortable (and a little pent-up) by the events of the Veilguard, and he definitely won't be opposed to "catching up" with Dorian in some closet in the Shadow Dragons headquarters when they reunite.

Gotten tattoos: He has a faded casteless brand on his cheek from when he had to go to Orzammar for Carta work. He also has a tattoo for every person he wants to remember in his life: geometric designs on his knuckles for his family (the oldest tattoos), a band on his bicep for his closest friend he lost in his first gang, and, his only tattoo that's not simple black ink, a peacock tail plume on his chest. (I loved thinking about all these, but now it means all the Eds I drew are WRONG. I'll make a proper ref someday.)

Gotten piercings: He has classic earlobe piercings for metallic studs that he puts in when he feels like it. They've closed up multiple times because he just forgets about them. He just does the piercing again himself.

Gotten scarred: Yes---many times. The scars on his face are from exploding lyrium (the shrapnel of the metal container got him), and he has a lot of little scars all over his body that he barely remembers getting. He remembers all the scars on his hands, though.

Had a broken heart: He never let himself get close enough to anyone outside his family until the events of Inquisition, when all he could do to stave off the fear and stress was try to rely on the people around him. When Dorian wants to return to Tevinter for good during the events of Trespasser, Edwin is beyond upset that he's the last to know. But if it weren't for Everything Else that happened to loosen his tongue, he might never have even told Dorian as much.

ARE THEY:

A cuddler: Not at first, but the more comfortable he gets with Dorian, the clingier he gets in private.

Scared easily: No. He tends to rationalize his fears just to get the job done, and the only thing that can override this is spiders. He hates spiders at any size.

Jealous easily: Not in the slightest. He can get protective, sure, but he has full trust in Dorian.

Trustworthy: He's only as good as his word, and he says nothing he doesn't mean. This, of course, only applies to the people he cares about, and if he's talking to someone in a political context, he'll frequently lie or obfuscate the truth for the Inquisition's ends.

FAMILY:

Parents/siblings: He has two younger siblings and a single mother, and until he became Inquisitor, Edwin sent a good chunk of the money he earned from his gang and Carta work (not much, honestly) to them. They're Andrastian because their mother converted to it after leaving for the surface while pregnant with Ed (still workshopping why she left Orzammar). The middle child is named Duran, and the youngest is Agathe. Duran tries to make up for Edwin's illegal dealings (not his job, but the whole family's cooked) by throwing himself into work for the Chantry, which is often thankless on account of him being a dwarf. Agathe is the peacekeeper of the family except when it comes to Edwin---he always spoiled her, and if Duran speaks poorly of him, they tend to get into shouting matches about it. Their mother's name is Pasha Cadash, and she raised all of her children near Haven to be close to the Chantry. She was widowed shortly after having Agathe (still workshopping the details), after which she doubled down on her newfound faith.

Children: Nope. And he doesn't want any! But he's looking forward to spoiling all his nephews and nieces now that his Carta work is behind him.

Pets: A little calico cat named Sparrow. More on her here and here...

aaaand i'll be tagging @lesbianwyllravengard for their inquisitor freydis (and marian... if you want...) and @sillyvampirestan for whichever rook he so chooses :)

#edwin cadash #da #dai #inquisitor cadash #pavash #tyto speaks

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thenumberonelistener · 1 year ago

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My Hero Academia playlist (and why the songs are there)

(pls reblog with further suggestions i wanna add stuff to my playlist because I made this playlist 2 years ago)

Dirty Little Secret (all american rejects) : idk it originally went with my main oc ship because it was with shouto and they needed to hide it from his dad

Bakugo! (KVMIL) : I mean, duh.

Me and My Broken Heart (Rixton) : I gave this to todoroki. I'm not sure why. for some reason I thought it matched the angsty vibe

Hey, Soul Sister (Train) : Dekuchaco. That's all.

Rude (MAGIC!) : This gave me really big Kirishima vibes when I made it and it still does.

All Star (Smash Mouth) : This is my All Might song. thats it.

Starships (nicki Minaj) : Minaaaa <3

Pound The Alarm (nicki minaj) : This gives me so many... Present mic dj vibes

Bang Bang (K'naan) : This is just so cute and I like using it for any ship I'm thinking of.

Boss Bitch (doja cat) : another Mina song. It's probably in here because it used to wake me up.

Hot 'n Cold (Katy Perry) : purely JUST for the icyhot memes.

Va Va Voom (Nicki minaj) : I think i thought this went with mina when i put it in here? i don't know but i like this song. Could go better with midnight though.

Peach Sign (Kenshi Yonezu) : this is one of the theme songs.

You make me feel... (good) (Cobra Starship) : This song is just such a bop?? soOO GOOD? and it was one of my dance team songs at the time. It's just a good, sfw kind of ship song? but can really be used for found family too? I think?

Uraraka (GameboyJones) : OBVIOUSLY I HAVE TASTE

The Red Means I love you (Madds Buckley) : this song was made about Himiko Toga, and i love it

Class 1-A (Rustage) : This seems obvious

A World Alone (Lorde) : i put it in here for my oc, honestly <3

Get Him Back! (olivia Rodrigo) : I have no idea whY, but it reminded me of hitoshi?

Sora ni Utaeba (amazarashi) : it's one of the theme songs

Here with me (d4vd) : made me sad and reminded me a little of the empty oboro-shaped hole in Mic and Aizawa's friend group

Everybody Talks (Neon Trees) : Gives me denki vibes honestly

Good old fashioned loverboy (queen) : ERASERMIC!!!! gay.

Dear Future husband (meghan Trainor) : no idea why it's in here, take your best guess.

Still into you (paramore) : ERASERMIC!

Moves Like Jagger (maroon 5) : Present mic. thats it.

Don't Threaten me with a good time (Panic!) : I think this is in here because of Mic, but I'm not sure.

Sweater Weather (The Neighborhood) : bisexual anthem... it's just the vibe

Airplanes (B.o.B) : the memes, but also because I just like this song. and it fits with the rest of the playlist vibes

The Record player Song (Daisy the Great) : This song was more attributable to one of my ocs, Sairento

Prom Queen (Beach Bunny) : I related this to Sairento but also to Ochako

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mintquetzal · 5 months ago

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Posting my ocs I have refs for put the fixation into hyperactive so I'm adding some rambles/info for Noctus Datura and other stuff I have cooking. Feel free to read if interested, if not then that's OK ✨️

Noctus Datura College staff:

Headmage (Chernabog): Ahmya

History Professor (Yokai): Toshiko

Alchemy Professor (Madam Mim): Mira

Gym Teacher (Gantu): Kaimana

Shop Owner (Helga Sinclair): Claire Preston

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Much like NRC, Noctus Datura College performs its orientation with its signature magical item. The school hosts a large Sundrop flower, its magic powerful enough to help power for the school. In order to keep it protected, a barrier is put up 24/7.

When freshman are inducted into NDC, they are given a potted datura flower bud for orientation. The freshman will approach the Sundrop, allowing its magic to allow the datura bud to bloom into the color of the dorm they most resonate with.

The flower colors are as followed:

Pradegala- orange

Felinox- white

Intica- pink

Sonneblum- maroon

Navisur- red

Cemuera- golden yellow

Samhaia- bright green

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Ahmya (NDC headmage) and Crowley's dynamic in a nutshell:

Crowley: all my students love me ✨️

Ahmya: *turns to the students* raise your standards

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Ahmya:

-originally from Briar Valley and is a fae

-sister dated Crowley and she was happy when they broke up because wtf did she see in him OR dobwhat a friend suggested with Crowley and her being bitter divorced peeps but idk if her standards would go that low.

-is strict with the NDC students, but will make sure all their needs are met as they attend school and help provide advice after graduation.

-24/7 Crowley hater

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When a student is named housewarden at NDC, the stained glass that adorns the windows of the Sundrop's room morphs into their image. Beside their image is a portrait of their vice housewarden, allowing new students to identify who is in charge of their dorm. If a housewarden is beat, the stained glass will instantly morph to the new housewarden.

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NDC Housewardens:

Navisur: Fara Rogers (Captain Hook)

Intica: Yasmin Salazar (Yzma)

Pradegala: Imara Sarma (Shere Khan)

Samhaia: Scolia Nyx (Oogie Boogie)

Sonneblum: Althea Bellefleur (Mother Gothel)

Felinox: Rochelle Lechat (Pete)

Cemuera: Cecilia Montenegro (Ernesto de la Cruz)

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Hallow's Valley has a diverse array of fae, many of their cultures dating back since the kingdom's establishment. The abundance of species flocked towards the Hallow's Valley during the era where humans started to invade fae villages for resources. In order to avoid a war that could have resulted in many fae species facing extinction, the reigning Nyx family made a deal with the humans. In return for resources from the fae, the humans were made to work with fae to maintain those resources so neither would risk starvation. In order to keep an eye on the human population to ensure the terms were met, the Nyx family cast a barrier that hid the kingdom from plain sight. If the humans tried to cross them, no other human settlements would be able to know of their sudden disappearance.

Despite some opposition from both sides, the Nyx family were able to stabilize the human/fae relationship for the centuries followed.

In modern times, both fae and humans intersect in order to help each other as a community as opposed to Briar Valley's relationship with humans.

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Hallow's Valley is a country home to various cites and towns with an abundance of cultures, thanks to the intertwining of human and fae. One of the most popular locations is Santa Cruz de Solaria, Cecilia's hometown. It's known as the birthplace of instrumental magic which the citizens have kept alive for centuries. Many spirits of the past roam the city's streets during the Festival de los Muertos, an annual tradition that honors the dead and let's loved ones reunite. However, if a spirit no longer lives on in the memories of the living, they vanish to the Isla de Olvidar where they can no longer wander with the living.

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Ok thats all ✨️

Let me know if you want to read more! I love talking about my bbys 💖

#twst wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst #twisted wonderland ocs #twisted wonderland #oc rambling #twst oc lore #oc shenanigans #im so hyperfixated on this damn game

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ashiemochi · 1 year ago

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(don't) go easy on me - iii ♰

✠ (don't) go easy on me ↳ not bad for our first time, huh?

➶ pairing: OC x Piers Nivans ➶ genre: mostly fluff, slight angst, gore (like a broken bone), first time! smut, cliche mean clique (like two girls) ➶ word count: 13.8k

♰ Content includes: dry humping, dirty talk, nipple play, foreplay (f receiving), oral play (f receiving), your typical sexy moment with coke can girth piers

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Gently dabbing the softly scented vanilla oil on her hands, So Ah smeared it all over her hands, arms, and legs, and focused more on her neck and the spots under her ears.

She stood by the tall mirror to add her final touches before straightening up once done.

The berry-coloured dress hugged her waist to give her that curvy look before draping over her hips and stopping at her mid-thigh. The sleeves were puffy and loose over her upper arms. The tie around her waist gave the illusion of a plunging V-neck collar, vaguely making out her chest.

The cotton fabric was cool on her skin, perfect for the summer heat of Washington DC. She won't lie that she didn't wear a lingerie set underneath the dress. The darkly desaturated rose-patterned maroon tights also reached her mid-thighs with a strap attached to her panties of the same colour and pattern. The bralette she wore was also of the same set.

Just a little precaution, she convinced herself, if something were to happen, I'd at least be prepared for it.

The doorbell echoed, jolting her out of her thoughts and she hastily ruffled her hair to her liking and applied her cherry chapstick before skipping out of her room to get the door.

She swung the door open, partially hiding behind it involuntarily and she couldn't hide the smile on her face at Piers standing there with a hand in his pocket and the other holding onto a big fancy paper bag of her paint.

"Hey!" She widened the door to let him in.

Piers walked in, mimicking her grin as she shut the door, "Someone's excited to see me."

She rolled her eyes and reached for the bag only to hold onto his wrist gently, standing on her tippy toes, "Says the one who invited himself to my house."

She pecked his pinking cheek and took the bag, letting out a small huff at the sudden hefty weight. You can always count on heavy supplies and tools when it came to being an artist.

"Oh crap, that's heavy!" So Ah set it down on the ground.

Piers pursed his lips to hold back any quips once he took off his shoes, taking it and easily picking it up, "Here, I'll take it. Where do you want it?"

"In my office." She answered bashfully, walking towards that room and she could sense his silent chuckles.

The office was a sunroom but it was clear the apartment layout had it as a bedroom instead. So Ah, living alone, had it changed into a suitable place where she could easily work on her art projects.

It was also Piers' favourite room because anyone could easily figure So Ah out with just one skim of the place.

It was cluttered but in a way, you'd expect it from an artist. There were shelves upon shelves filled with art books, notebooks, and sketchbooks. a stroller tray was next to it, also filled with tubes of paint of different sizes and shapes, some more used than others.

In the corner were the easel and the half-painted canvas, having a moving table next to it with all the brushes and a mug for dipping them.

Across the room were a chaise lounge and a coffee table in front of it. There were scattered papers and pencils on top of it with charcoal pens nearby. Finally, a plain white desk and chair on the other corner where she usually sits to have any of her online conferences or get stuck on video calls with her family as she had told him.

"You can put it here," She chirped, gesturing to her desk, and she noticed his gaze lingering all over the place, growing flustered, "Ah, sorry about the mess."

"Don't worry about it, this is where the magic happens." Piers put the bag onto the table and then looked at her, not thinking too much about her darkening blush, "So, what did you get this time?"

"Oh!" She skipped up to the table and opened the bag to take out the fancy box, "It's a sample of the new paint set that's coming out this spring!"

Nabbing the palette knife next to her, So Ah cut open the plastic wrap before popping open the box. Stars instantly appeared in her eyes at cherry blossom-themed tubes of paint. It came with extra sets of brushes.

Piers tilted his head at her silently, barely listening to her excited rambles about all the paintings she could do. She always had that glow in her eyes when it came to art – he wondered if he ever could earn that look too.

He trailed his eyes to the small canvases on the table, humming as he picked one up, "Aren't these too small to use?"

So Ah stopped her ranting, already hands deep into the box and she blinked at him, "Ah, I use them whenever I wanna paint something simple or try out a new style."

"Huh." Piers picked up another, turning to her with a subtle grin, "Why don't we give your new paint a try?"

She stilled, letting out an incredulous chuckle, "You want to paint?"

"Why do you sound so surprised?"

"You just don't look like an art guy to me," She continued, picking out one of the next brushes to check the bristles, "I don't think I've ever seen you draw before actually."

"Well, lucky me, I’m dating a professional artist to teach me the ropes then," Piers shot back smugly, waving the two canvases slightly.

She giggled, nodding as she started taking some of the tubes into her hands, "Okay. If you mess up, you're paying for the paint."

"Fine, these are samples so they're free," He scoffed, helping her and moving to the sofa, "And the real thing can't be that expensive anyway."

"Just around $500."

"Excuse me?"

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Soft hums came from the girl who was on the sofa and painting on the small canvas, placing down each stroke precisely and exactly where she wanted it to be. So Ah reached over to dip the tip of her brush into the small puddle of paint that she mixed, looking over at Piers to see how he was doing.

A permanent scowl was on his face, etched in concentration as he was leaning over to the table to have the canvas on it to keep it still and using his other hand to draw. His grip on it was as if he was a kid trying to learn cursive, shaking and all to make one smooth line.

His choice of colours on the other hand... Very questionable.

She could peek at the colour white, peach and brownish red, then there was a random splash of saturated red, pale yellow, and black. It made her involuntarily cringe as he was focused on whatever he was using black for.

It was adorable and quite hilarious but she wasn't going to say that. Instead–

"How are you doing over there, Picasso?" So Ah teased lightly, twirling her brush slowly and he shot her a quick glare.

"You make it look so easy but it's difficult as hell." Piers retorted, swearing under his breath, "Shit, I messed up."

She held back her giggles when he let out a grumble, roughly dipping the brush as if he was waterboarding it.

"Okay, okay, you don't need to do it like that," So Ah quickly stopped him with a nervous laugh, more concerned with the state of her brush and he looked at her, "You do it like this,"

She gently dipped her brush into the water, swirling it around before bringing it back up, "See?"

"Ooh," Piers hummed, mimicking her action and he went back to the task at hand silently.

Straightening up and scooting next to him, she tried to indulge in her curiosity and peek at what he was drawing but he hid it from her, red creeping up his neck and he gave her a look.

"No peeking."

"Oh come on!" She whined playfully, "I won't laugh!"

"Like hell," Piers shot back, "You'll laugh and then the next day, everyone at the BSAA would know about... This."

He gestured to the canvas vaguely and she pouted, "Awh, Chris told you, didn't he?"

Piers nodded, quipping as he leaned back against the sofa with the canvas up to his face and the brush, "For a quiet girl, you sure do like gossiping."

"No one laughed, though!"

"Chris did."

"Well, it's Chris. He laughs at anything." She tried to point out but Piers scoffed, shaking his head.

"You must have a different captain then." He said, brows furrowing for a moment at a certain line.

Maybe she was growing perceptive lately but she could pick up the way his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip subtly, hazel eyes as sharp as she'd see them during a shooting range. It was strangely attractive and her heart rattled behind her ribs.

Piers glanced at her without moving his head, noticing her lovestruck cinnamons on him. Assuming she really wanted to see his piece, he let out a defeated sigh, snapping her out of her gaze.

"Fine, I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He spoke nonchalantly and she blinked, laughing a little.

She picked up her canvas carefully, aware of the wet paint and she turned it to show him with a toothy grin. His eyes widened lightly.

It was a classic cherry blossom park. Though the colour placement was a little messy, it was good enough to make out the brick floors, the steel fences, the blue sky with several white clouds and the distant city. All that in a small 3-inch by 3-inch canvas.

"How did you manage to fit all that in this tiny thing?" Piers asked, visibly impressed with it all and her cheeks reddened.

"Ah, doing so little is enough." She answered, pointing at the city, "I didn't add any details to these buildings so it would look okay from afar."

"Okay?" He shot back with a raised brow, "So Ah, this is goddamn amazing."

Praises from him were absolutely god-tier.

She bit her inner bottom lip, growing flustered as she avoided his eyes shyly, looking down at her art piece. It really was only a quick sketch and it'd need more work to complete; especially the trees.

She trailed her eyes up to him and then to his canvas, "Your turn."

Piers hesitated in showing her his piece, eyeing her suspiciously, "You promise you won't laugh?"

"I pinkie promise." She put out her finger with a grin and he chuckled, the corners of his lips twitching up.

"What are we, five?" He joked, earning a huff from her before he linked their fingers, "You do know if you laugh, I'm gonna have to cut your finger off, right?"

She giggled, rolling her eyes, "I won't laugh."

"You just did right there!" He gasped dramatically, "You suck at this."

"Because you're being an idiot!" She defended herself, "Stop messing around and show me what you did! I showed you mine!"

"Ugh, fine," He scoffed, trying to appear annoyed but he seemed nervous, handing it to her.

"It can't be that bad," So Ah reassured him with a smile then looked down at it.

She froze.

It was badly drawn like the eyes you'd draw all over your notebook during a boring math class. Yet her artistic-wired brain was able to make out some of the shapes.

It was only a single brown eye with hints of smudged red which she recognized as the colour of cinnamon -- or an attempt of such colour. The skin was peachy with tons of blush and shading in the wrong places. The lashes were chaotic spider legs.

"What..." She didn't know what to say, "Well, it's a good-looking... Eye."

Piers grunted, growing more embarrassed than irritated as he repeated what she said, "It can't be that bad, right?"

So Ah coughed to muffle her snort, plastering on a small smile, "It's fine but uh, what inspired you to draw this in particular?"

He perched his arm over the armrest and leaned his chin on his hand, speaking quietly as he wouldn't look at her, "You."

She stilled, shoulders tensing up as she couldn't hide her surprise, "Me?"

"Yeah," He shrugged slightly, "It's... It's your eye."

She was speechless, staring at him and then down at the canvas, "This is my eye?"

Piers grumbled as if he was a kid getting annoyed from having to blabber nothingness again. He leaned towards her to look at the painting and he pointed at the blob on the supposed waterline of the eye.

"Yeah, stupid," He said, "That's your mole right here and your... Well, I tried to draw the freckles but they're so fucking faint."

So that's why there was an extensive use of brown and red.

The more she stared at the painting, the less it made sense.

One, it was horrendous but endearing.

Two, Piers had paid enough attention to have picked up the tiniest of details on her face. Hell, even she'd forget that there was a mole on her waterline.

Piers was immediately amused by her silence, noticing how her cheeks were growing redder by the second and he could feel his own face flush.

"You... Uhm," So Ah trailed away, trailing her eyes up at him, "Why would you paint my eye?"

He rubbed the back of his head, shrugging nonchalantly, "You told me to paint whatever's on my mind – I would've drawn the other eye but I don't want to spend five hundred bucks on paint."

He was so blunt about it and it only made her more so curious. Yet, shyness was catching up, coiling over her vocal cords when she'd try to speak.

"Wow, uh, sorry, I..."

Piers glanced down at the canvas and then at her, "I know, it's horrible."

She nodded quickly, "Yes, very but uhm," A soft smile reached her face, shoulders going up slightly to her ears, "I like it."

He blinked, cocking up a brow, "You gotta be kidding me, this junk?"

"Yeah," She giggled, pulling it closer to her but careful not to taint her dress, "It's very sweet. It shows you pay attention to details and that's a good trait for becoming an artist."

He huffed, feigning pride as he playfully waved her off, "No chance."

She laughed a little, covering her mouth and Piers picked up on a hair strand falling over to her face. Reaching over, he pushed it gently behind her ear, eyes growing softer by the second.

"I prefer observing art rather than creating it," He admitted tenderly, his thumb caressing the apple of her redred cheek as he hummed, "Like the fact you also have another mole on your nose."

A single peck landed on the tip of her nose, making her scrunch it up with a flustered giggle. He grinned and he brought up his other hand to cradle her cheek, keeping her still from shying away from him.

"And you've got one right here," Piers brushed the faintfaint mole on the bottom lip line with the pad of his thumb, making her lips part slightly, "It's my favourite one."

He glanced up at her eyes to find any sort of reluctance to this but all he could see were her dilated pupils. Hearts might as well bubble and pop over her head at this point.

Piers kissed her slowly to cherish every second of this. Her eyes instantly fluttered shut, lowering one hand to set it onto his knee and push herself closer to his plumplump lips. Parting his lips, he tugged on her bottom lip, his hand trailing to the back of her neck and the other reaching down for the canvas.

She pulled away with a pout when he took it from her hand and casually tossed it onto the table, opening her mouth to protest, "Hey! Be careful with that, the paint's still we – mmh!"

Piers didn't give her room to do so though, silencing her by pressing his lips on hers. That gnawing feeling in her gut returned and her lungs were finding it a bit hard to breathe.

She practically melted into his touch, setting her hands on his broad shoulders and he reciprocated it by wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Piers moved his lips against hers sensually, kissing her with utmost passion.

Her cheeks went redred when the side of her knee barely brushed past his hips and she could've sworn something poked her for a split second. A subtle tug on her waist to his lap was more than enough to shoot her anxiety sky-high.

She hummed, patting his shoulder and she pulled away, breathing heavily, "Wait, wait…"

Piers stared at her like he had done something wrong, pupils were blown as his swollen lips were parted for his heavy panting. His hands went down to her waist, frowning when she sat down back on the couch. Internally, he was already scolding himself.

She clearly wasn't comfortable going to the next stage just yet. Why won't he get that into his head?

"Was that too much?" Piers asked concerned, gingerly squeezing her waist as he licked his bottom lip.

Fuck, that cherry chapstick was going to be the death of him.

They did make out before, but the vibes of his certain one were teetering into a new area. He felt it. He knew she felt it, which was why she was the first one to pull away.

"No, no, it was... Good, uhm," So Ah stuttered, avoiding his eyes by looking over at the canvases and then she sighed, looking back at him, "Look, about what happened... You know..."

Piers was confused for a second before annoyance made its way to his eyes. His hands on her firmed up with that protective scowl on his face.

"What the hell did she do now?" He snapped, surprising her at the change of demeanour, "Did she say anything to you or hurt you again?"

She stared blankly at him, brows furrowing in a completely puzzled expression, "What? What are you talking about? Who's she?"

It was Piers' turn again to go silent before saying, "Cindy Lloyd, kinda hard to forget who broke your hand, So Ah."

"Why would I want to talk about her?" She pressed on, growing more so irritated rather than concerned, "Piers, what did you do?"

He released a heavy sigh, but it was clear he wasn't very remorseful, "I had a talk with her and told her I'd report her if she were to lay a finger on you again."

Her jaw fell slack, eyes widening and he seemed to tense up when she reeled back from him.

"You..." Her voice came out in a whisper, "You threatened her?"

His silence answered her question.

“Why the hell would you do that?!” She exclaimed in shock, “That itself can be reported!”

“Am I supposed to sit aside and watch you getting pushed left and right by her?” Piers shot back, growing frustrated, “By anyone who believes the same shit she does?!”

“Yes!” She snapped in a whine, silencing him and she exhaled heavily. She rubbed her face as he stared at her, baffled by her outburst when she muttered, “God damn it, both of you are so alike.”

He was taken aback as if actually offended, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“She made it her life mission to be part of the BSAA like you did. She trains every single day even on the days off, like you do. She looks up to Chris and hopes she'll make it into his team, she practices all the time, and she does everything in her power to climb the ranks to be one of BSAA's perfect soldiers, just like you.” She elaborated, gesturing to him for enunciation.

“Me joining out of nowhere was... It's unfair to her and everyone else involved. And it doesn't help that she obviously likes you and wants to impress you all the time.” She rubbed the back of her neck and looked away, voice heavy with guilt.

Piers frowned, his eyes darkening gradually, “You deserve to be at the BSAA as much as–”

“No I don't, Piers, and you know it!” She cut him off, groaning as she covered her face, “God... I don't train as much as any of you, and I'm always stuck at the infirmary for my condition. I joined for my family. Cindy joined for the world because it's her dream to make it a better place.”

"You think that little of yourself? All those people after the outbreak are alive because of you.” Piers glared at her, getting closer to get her to drop her hands, “You are part of Green Life Pharmaceuticals for God's sake, your whole thing is making the world a better place. Why would you let yourself be trampled by people like Cindy Lloyd?"

She frowned as she slid her hands down but one went to the back of her neck, gripping her nape with a subtle flinch and she looked down, whispering, "Because everyone at the facility died but me. You and Chris were the only ones who made it out alive, but the rest of your team..."

"Soldiers like us are willing to put our lives on the line no matter what. The mission's the priority."

"Yeah, but–"

"Hey, look," He gently grabbed her hand to encourage her to look at him, determination made his eyes glow, "None of those lives is on your shoulders. You were just another civilian caught in it like all the others. It doesn't mean you have to be punished for it.”

He continued, “You're using the anti-virus for good, and because of that, millions of people were given another chance at life. Doesn't that at least overshadow the bad?"

So Ah was quiet, lips parting but nothing came out, completely speechless. She knew Piers was an opinionated guy, debating with him with pure dogshit with that stubborn brain of his but hearing those words come from his mouth; it soothed her. She fully thought he'd at least agree to half of her thoughts but no.

Her eyes twitched, inhaling deeply and she held his hand, "I don't want you to fight my battles, Piers."

He dropped his head with a sigh, knowing she was talking about his confrontation with Cindy, "I know, I know. Why won't you report her, though?"

So Ah shrugged slightly, "Like I said, she reminds me of you. Pretty sure she learned some of your fighting techniques too."

"Copycat." he scoffed, lip quirking in the corner in annoyance, "At least I don't break bones or some shit."

She giggled a bit, earning a faint smile from him but then it fell when she trailed her eyes down, dreading something.

"What do we do now?"

Piers hummed, thumb caressing the back of her hand, "Well, I was thinking about watching a movie or–"

"I'm talking about Cindy."

He shot her a look, "I really didn't come over and planned on talking about her on our date."

She returned the look, "Well if you didn't go ahead and threaten her then maybe we wouldn't be in this situation."

He narrowed his eyes down at her and she mimicked it, standing her ground. Ah, he can't be too mad at her. She was also just as stubborn as him.

Shaking his head, he relented, "Fine, I'll apologize the next time I see her."

Cecile was right. Communication was fun and healthy.

A toothy smile came to her face and she patted his hand, "Thank you. Now we can watch a movie."

She went to stand up but he only tugged her down by her hand with a small 'hold on' when she gasped, tumbling back onto the couch. Her hand shot out to the cushion in surprise and she looked over at him.

"Wha–"

"If this was never about her, then what were you talking about?" Piers questioned curiously.

Nope, no.

Communication is scary. I repeat communication is scary.

Her eyes widened, tensing up and she tried to play it off, chuckling nervously. He raised an eyebrow at her when she removed her hand from his hold as she spoke, avoiding his eyes.

"Ah, it's nothing. Forget about it."

"So Ah," He pressed on, furrowing his brows a little and he leaned his arm down on his knee to look at her and the other was pressed to the couch behind her, "Is it something I did?"

She blinked, darting her eyes to him in surprise, "What? Why would you think that?"

"Well..." He suddenly seemed nervous, ticking his head to the side, "Whenever things get more intimate between us, you tend to stop whenever I try to go further."

She stared silently at him, eyes unblinking.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable or if it's something about me that's not... You know, it for you."

Piers didn't think he was living up to her standards – which he was, and more. She absolutely hated having made him feel that way about himself. Seeing that subtle frown with the low eyes, she wanted nothing but to change them into something better.

Piers looked over at her, gazing into her cinnamons, "I don't want you to feel pressured into telling me or any–"

"It's me. I'm insecure." She blurted out before she could stop herself and her eyes widened even more, quickly slamming her mouth shut.

Piers blinked at her, taken back and his eyebrows relaxed, eyes softening, "What? Why?"

She sighed defeatedly, cheeks blazing as she grew shyer by the second when she admitted, "It's... I'm worried that I might make it too awkward. I haven't done this in a while and you know... I don’t want it to seem like I’m inexperienced."

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby,” His voice dropped to a tender tone, “Even I haven’t done this in a while.”

“Ah, well,” That only managed to make her feel a little better and she cringed, “It’s different for you.”

He cocked up a brow, already knowing where this was going, “How is it any different for me?”

It was a constant topic.

“Because of... Uhm…” So Ah trailed away, shoulders going up to her ears, “You're young and–"

“If you bring up the age thing again, I'm going to flush all of this paint down the toilet,” Piers threatened and she really didn’t know if he was completely joking or not till he exhaled, “So Ah, c’mon, how many times did we talk about this? You’re not that old.”

“You’re only what, 27? That's still young.” He reminded, genuinely.

She blew a raspberry with a frown, finding the situation embarrassing and she looked away, "You say that because you've never seen me naked."

He shrugged casually, "As much as I'd love that, I don't have to. I'm pretty sure you look just as gorgeous beneath that dress."

Her cheeks reddened as her timid self made her want to coil up into a ball and disappear. So Ah never knew how to respond to compliments or praises. Piers knew that and he was amused about it.

“Look,” The hand behind her goes to her hip and the other gently grasps her wrist, thumb caressing her skin. His voice was calm and soothing; genuine even. The way he looked at her eased her bubbling anxiety down. “We don't have to do anything if you're not ready, but you really gotta stop worrying about your age, So Ah.”

“No, no! I want to! It's…”

The corner of his lips twitched at the sudden enthusiasm and she whispered, tugging and twirling her hair that was cascaded over her shoulder, “I don't want you to think… bad about it.”

“I won't, I promise.” He reassured her before straightening up for a second only to move closer so their knees were brushing, “Why don't we start off slow and see how it goes from there?”

The atmosphere around her seemed to have shifted into a sensual one and she could already feel something hot spreading in her. Letting out a heavy inhale to calm her nerves, she nodded.

Piers flashed her a grin, releasing her hand to cup the back of her neck with his thumb tracing her jawline. His eyes dropped to her lips, minty breath merging with cinnamon. Glancing up into her eyes for any indication that she was unsure, he sealed his lips on hers.

Piers was passionate like always, but now slower in case he’d accidentally make her uncomfortable. His hands stayed in their spots but his thumbs would caress her skin occasionally to offer some sense of comfort.

So Ah felt her heart banging out of her chest, setting her hand on his knee to push herself closer to his lips – which he more than accepted. His tongue swiped her bottom lip and her lips parted shyly only for him to deepen the kiss. He instantly earned a soft moan from her, tilting his head to the side as he fought back the smile.

Eventually, Piers trailed his hand down to her waist, tugging her subtly to lead her to his lap. So Ah crawled up onto him as he leaned back against the couch, keeping his lips on hers which were growing needy by the second. Her legs were on either side of him but she didn’t sit, barely hovering over him as he bit her bottom lip.

Piers grasped her hips, fingers digging into her plush flesh with a faint hum and he pulled away from the kiss a little. His lips were red and swollen, subtly shimmering due to her cherry chapstick as his voice was breathy.

"Sit."

The neediness and demand in his tone were so unbelievably sexy; it did nothing but make her comply – though hesitantly.

Then she knew why; something was pressing up against her subtly. It seemed the surprise had shown on her face, making the corner of his lips quirk up faintly. Her hands were grasping his jacket on his shoulders, hips as still as a wooden board as if afraid one slight movement would be too much for her.

"What is it?" He got her attention by pecking her jaw chastely though his hands were nothing but enticing, "Wanna tap out?"

His hips stayed still, if not shuffling his feet a little to get comfortable and thus widening his legs just slightly. His hot breath brought goosebumps as he peppered her neck with small kisses. She managed to whimper out a small 'no', fighting the urge to rock her hips to indulge in the heat spreading in between her legs.

It was only when a hitched faint whine came from her did he pause at the spot that he brushed past.

Her hand went to the back of his nape, fingers brushing the short hair at the back as he focused more on the spot right under her ear. He reached down to her thigh, squeezing her and the other hand went to the side of her ribs. His teeth grazed her skin and she found it hard to stay quiet, especially when his sneaky thumb pressed into the side of her breast.

So Ah muffled her moan, squeezing her eyes shut and his ears pricked up at the sound. He trailed his kisses up her neck and jawline, leaving the now obvious growing hickey behind. He cocked up a brow, noticing just how red she was.

There was something incredibly hot with how responsive she was to just kissing. Was she just playing along or was she actually that sensitive?

"Is there something I should know?" Piers asked, half curiously.

So Ah avoided his eyes shyly by looking down at his military tag, nervously toying with it, "I'm... I can be a little loud."

His eyes gleamed at that, smirking smugly, "I don't mind." He brushed her strand away from her face, pushing it behind her ear, "I think it's pretty sexy."

"Do you ever shut up?" She grumbled, fully sure that she must've looked like a freshly grown tomato.

"And not cause these cute reactions of yours? Never."

He laughed, shaking his head and he leaned forward to give him enough space to take off his jacket and toss it aside. He relaxed against the couch, leaving him in a white fitted shirt. He wasn't naked and she still thought he was so goddamn hot.

He kissed her again, this time, swiping her bottom lip instantly with his tongue. Parting her lips, Piers easily explored what was once his, making the kiss a tad noisy as he hummed against her softsoft lips. She gripped the collar of his shirt, moaning quietly and he pulled away a little, eyes hooded as he licked his lips.

"You gotta keep wearing that chapstick." Piers murmured, locking his lips with hers as they grew hungrier, and his voice came out muffled, "Never stop using it."

That was good enough for So Ah's restraints to start breaking.

As he tugged on her bottom lip, she shifted her knees slightly to push herself closer before grinding once. His breath hitched up and his hands shot down to her hips in an instant. Her clothed cunt pressed up against the growing tent, rubbing herself up on his bulge.

Piers panted when he broke apart from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting between their swollen lips. His nose scrunched up a little, guiding her hips with a groan.

"Shit... Yeah, that feels good." Piers trailed his eyes down.

Her dress was long enough to cover what he really wanted to see, draping over his hips like a curtain. His fingers itched to rip it off or at least move it out of the way and he looked up at her. Her hips stuttered to a stop and she grew flustered at the intent glow in his hazel eyes.

"Should I stop?"

"No, don't stop," Piers started with a breathless chuckle and then ticked his chin down where they were touching, "Can I see if that's okay of course?"

So Ah swallowed thickly, nodding and she reached down, "Yeah, it's okay."

Pulling on the dress, she lifted it up enough to expose the lingerie she wore. His eyes practically shone in glee, the hands on her thighs shamelessly caressing her bare skin, thumbs sinking under the straps of her panties as if teasing her.

"Holy shit," He whispered, brows furrowing a tick when he felt himself get harder, "You got all ready for this?"

She shrugged timidly with a soft smile, her ego being stroked by the starstruck look on his face, "Better to be overprepared."

"You're so goddamn cute, you know that, right?" Piers chuckled to himself when she darted her eyes down, the compliment instantly causing her to blush.

Not like she needed more with how flustered she already was.

Clenching his shoulder, she lowered herself down to grind on him whilst biting onto the hem of the dress to hold his other shoulder for balance. His hands stayed on her hips to guide her, his hawk eyes not once blinking at the slowly growing damp spot on her panties.

Her moans were coming out muffled, eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her pussy rubbing on the rough fabric of his trousers. The belt he wore held her back though.

"Fuck, you're so wet already?" Piers breathed out, squeezing her hips as he got her closer so her clit bumped against the buckle of his belt, and her sound came out hitched.

He wanted nothing but to discover every decibel she made. His hard cock was practically pushing against the jeans where the zipper was, needing more of her. With how responsive she was, he could only guess she was extremely sensitive.

God, he was fighting everything in himself to not rip off her panties and his own pants, pin her down and fucking her like there was no tomorrow. It made his mouth salivate at the mere thought of having her gushing around him; screaming his name.

Though luckily, it was the weekend.

"Mmh mmb," She tried to speak but her dress hindered her and she only earned a confused look from him.

Dropping her head, she grabbed a handful of his shirt and shifted her weight to one side so she could free her other hand and take the dress out of her mouth.

"The belt," So Ah repeated breathlessly, "It's annoying."

"Take it off then," He snickered at the annoyed look she gave him, "I'm all yours."

That made her stare soften and she looked down at the belt. Sitting down on his lap, Piers watched her reach over to undo it, her hands fumbling with it due to her excitement and nervousness. Once the belt was left dangling, she returned to her previous position.

Piers bit back his grunt at how closely she seemed now that the belt was out of the way and she moaned softly from behind her dress. He was rutting up against her, his lips parted for his breathing at the growing and heavy tension. The damp spot was beginning to imprint on his crotch and his abdominals tensed up at the sight.

He leaned close to plant his lips on her neck, teeth brushing over her smooth skin and a small keen came from her. The pressure intensified when he pulled her hips flush with his, his eagerness beginning to show.

"Mm–fuck," So Ah whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. Her climax was right over the horizon but the ministrations weren't enough. Her knees were beginning to grow uncomfortable, easing a hitched sound from her.

Piers picked up on it and leaned back to look up at her, seeing the neediness in her eyes. The dress in her mouth had gone wet with her drool at her attempt to keep the dress up. He wasn't any better, cheeks flushed with his chest heaving and his eyes completely blown black at the dilation, intensely staring at her.

"What's wrong?" He asked, trying to stabilise his tone but it was wavering a little, his cock throbbing for more stimulation and he knew it was the same case for her, "Not enough?"

She shook her head rapidly with a whine. He nodded, patting her hips, "Okay, hold on."

She stopped, thighs shaking at having her orgasm held back but she only grew excited once he hastily unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pushed them down low enough to expose his clothed dick and her eyes widened.

The bulge was massive.

It was visibly straining the thin cotton of his boxer briefs; visibly thick.

Biting harder onto the fabric of her dress, she caught Piers setting his hands back on her hips, inching closer to her ass but never going there. He threw her a look, seeing if she didn't think this was too much.

"Is this okay?" He asked, clearly on the edge of his climax but he held himself back for her sake, "We can try something else."

So Ah shook her head, a silent ‘it's okay’ as she readied herself. Piers' eyes lingered on hers when he tilted his head low before he looked down. With the thick and rough texture out of the way, the grinding was heavenly, scratching that itch that they both had longed for.

Instantly, her dress muffled her moan of relief, rubbing herself all over his bulge. Piers groaned, his hips rutting up to meet hers, pressing her onto him harder for more friction. Her eyes widened with a squeak when the curvature of his cock bumped her clit, her dress toppling down over what he considered was one of the seven wonders.

"Crap," She whispered, breaths laboured as she slowed down and reached to hold her dress, "Just gimme–"

"I got it." Piers bundled up her dress into two handfuls and gripped her hips, resuming their humping.

Her whine would've echoed off if it weren't for the cluttered mess of her art room. With the dress out of the way, Piers could catch a glimpse of his own boxers growing wet. Her pussy was practically slobbering all over him. He could feel the heat emitting from her core.

"Oh, f–fuck," He moaned, throwing his head back with his eyes fluttered shut, letting himself go in the feeling of her wetwet cunt riding him – not entirely – just right.

If this felt way too good to be true, how was it going to be if he was inside of her?

The thought itself made his hips grow desperate, cock thirsty for a release.

Her sounds started going choppy and stuttery, "Pier–s' oh god, I’m–nnh~" she whimpered, curling over him to have her face snuggled into the crook of his neck at the slowly tightening knot.

One hand gripped his bicep, feeling it tense up beneath her touch with every hump, and the other shot to the couch behind his head, digging her nails into it as a means to keep her bearings.

"M–me too, shit," Piers grunted into her neck, biting the spot between her shoulder and neck that had her mind reeling, guiding her hips to speed up steadily just enough to tick her off.

Her lips parted for a silent gasp when her orgasm hit her first, making her tighten her hold on his bicep and couch. It sent her thighs shaking as Piers groaned lowly at her coming undone, her cum soaking through her and his underwear that left his cock trembling in ecstasy.

"F–fuck!" Her voice ended up hitched when Piers practically pinned her hips down to his and thrusted upwards, directly against her clit to bring her down from her high and trigger his.

He gritted through his teeth, muffling his loud whine when his hips stuttered, cumming within his boxer briefs. He squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers bruising her flesh when he dug them through her dress. Her hips slowed, gently grinding on his softening cock to ease them down from their cloud.

Piers released a heavy sigh, half-lidded eyes staring up at the ceiling as he rubbed her thigh gingerly. Her face was still in the crook of his neck, panting heavily.

Orgasming together for the first time despite no actual intercourse happening was ineffable. The BSAA soldier was basically relishing in the lingering buzz of his climax, in love with the faint breaths wafting on the skin of his neck that brought goosebumps down his back.

So Ah melted over him with a final soft exhale, his big hands reaching up to caress her waist as he peppered chaste kisses on her collarbone and the crook of her neck, trailing them up to her ear.

"You good, baby?" He whispered and she pulled away to look at him.

She gave him a shy smile, her lips red from all the attempts to keep herself quiet, "I'm good, you? Was it..."

Piers chuckled with a tilted smile, nodding as he cradled her cheek, "It was amazing. I don't think I've ever felt it this good before."

She giggled as she slid her hands down to his chest where she proceeded to lean back to dart her eyes down – only to feel like her face was on fire. His boxers were ruined, damp with both their cum. The traces of his white climax was peeking through, the cotton subtly framing the girth of his cock.

It was a filthy mess – and it rekindled that heat in her again.

"Not bad for our first time, huh?" Piers joked, looking down with a smug grin, "If you could call it that."

"You wanna..." She trailed away quietly, catching his sharp eyes on her and her voice was thrown out of the window, "You know..."

His eyes lit up as he tilted his head, feigning a confused look with a pout, "What? I can't hear you, can you speak up?"

An annoyed grumble came from her as she rolled her eyes, knowing what he was doing. He adored seeing her flustered, so of course he'd want to hear her say it.

"Don't be an asshole now," So Ah scowled light-heartedly, "You with your dirty mind know exactly what I mean."

"Accusations." He shrugged nonchalantly, setting both of his hands back on her waist before trailing them down to go under her dress. His big hands settled on her thighs where his fingers grazed the side of her ass.

He snickered at how red she seemed with that bottom lip jutting out, murmuring, "We can go again. I just need a couple of minutes to get ready."

Stars appeared in her eyes as her chest fluttered in giddy and anticipation, "O–okay! Uhm," She glanced down then up at him as he raised an amused brow at her excitement showing, "What– should we move to the bedroom?"

That was when it settled in Piers. She wanted to go again – not the same grinding. He could do the latter or nothing, and he'd still enjoy her presence. Hearing those angelic moans of hers and how sensitive and responsive she was to every kiss and touch, was hyper-aware of everything that was happening – Piers was more than intrigued to know that side of her completely.

No man whose right in the head would say no to that proposal.

He gave her a smile, pecking her lips, "Yeah. I'm okay with that."

She grinned toothily at this, feeling bashful as she attempted to move off of him. Her thighs still felt like jello, causing her to instinctively grab onto his shoulders so she wouldn't fall off. He cocked up a brow, now cocky.

"Finished so hard you can't move, doll?"

"Eat one," She muttered quietly, earning a chuckle and his hands slid down to the back of her thighs, bringing her closer.

"I prefer eating something else." He joked sultry, enjoying the way her cheeks blazed up and he winked, "Hold on."

In one swift movement, Piers stood up with her in his arms. So Ah gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist to lock her place, utterly surprised by this gesture. Piers stared up at her with a shit-eating grin, his hands squeezing the back of her thighs as he made his way out of her art room.

Embarrassed by the turn of events, So Ah hid her face under his jawline and she could feel his amused laughter rumble within his chest. That was until she gently cupped the side of his neck and pressed a sweet kiss right under his ear.

His feet instantly stumbled but he quickly regained his composure, his voice coming out a bit strained, "Careful or we'll both fall."

"Then don't." She shot back softly with a giggle as she continued her not-so-innocent ministration to mark a small hickey, not realising they were in her bedroom.

A hitched sound emitted from her when she was dropped onto the bed with a subtle bounce, and Piers hovered above her with a titled smirk. Her heart pounded at the sight.

His eyes were blown in desire, the hazel colour barely peeking behind his pupils. His lips were red and swollen, and his hair haphazard but in an undeniably sexy way. The military tags dangled in front of her face as he had her basically pinned down.

Her eyes caught a spot on his neck growing redder, making her smile a bit as she swiped it with the pad of her thumb. He irked a brow at the gesture.

"What?"

"I gave you a hickey." So Ah said shyly, and his eyes softened with a snort.

"Yeah, well, wait till you see what I've done to you," Piers grabbed a hold of her chin and tipped her head up only for the smug look to drop at the clear skin, "What the hell?"

She swallowed thickly with a giggle, eyes coy, "What? Can't find them?"

Piers rubbed the side of her neck gently, brows knitted in the middle, "I swear there was one right here."

She squirmed a little under his intense but confused gaze before she spoke, "Did you forget?"

He darted his eyes up to hers, now noting the nervousness in them.

"I can't get injured – in any way."

It clicked.

"Ah, that's really inconvenient." Piers exhaled, visibly annoyed, tapping the side of her neck with his index finger lightly, "So how long does it take for it to heal, then?"

She blinked up at him, humming as she darted her eyes to the side to think, "Uh, I don't know. I've never really tested it."

She did get tested on other stuff that was actually painful but that's beside the point.

That was more than enough to make him grin, tilting his head down so his nose bumped along the side of her jawline, his breath on her skin making her shiver and her hands shot to his shirt by his waist.

"Let's test it." He spoke, butterfly kisses trailing down her neck before his lips found their place near that certain spot.

So Ah stifled her sounds as he started his erotic experiment. His lips were soft and wet on her, teeth would barely graze and bite the skin just to keep her on the edge of her seat. His hands had other intentions, one roaming up to her chest. His hesitance showed just a little but hearing a moan from her when he gave her bosom a gentle squeeze took that way from him.

As Piers kneaded her breast through her dress, he focused on that sweet spot under her ear, earning a louder whine and a slight arch of her back to his hand. It was then he knew – she had sensitive bosoms.

"Mmh," So Ah breathed out, growing dizzy from all the stimulations that just was not enough – but it was enough to make her cunt squeeze around nothing. She could substantially feel her arousal beginning to soak her once damp panties again.

Piers was more than amused about his, purring against her neck as he licked the sore spot. His other hand was pressed onto the bed by her side to keep himself up with one knee mere inches away from her core.

"Who knew that the shy woman from the BSAA," Piers murmured coyly, gazing down at the bruising spot before directing his attention to her jawline, "Would be this responsive?"

The hand on her bosom reached down to untie the ribbon around her waist and the dress loosened on her form. It exposed her heaving chest and the bra caught his eyes. He leaned up a bit and lifted up the edge of her dress to take a peek at her underwear.

It was a matching set.

"Jesus Christ, baby," Piers exhaled heavily, a groan seeping its way through at the sight of her in lingerie.

His stare itself would’ve made her blush for days – and it just might. Her brain was racking for something to break the stare and to, feebly, distract her from his enticing touches on the skin of her thighs that were inching higher and higher by the second.

“W–wait,” The quiver in her voice stopped him, the tips of his fingers mere inches away from her panties and he looked up at her, “Can we, uhm, put some music on?”

Piers blinked, tilting his head to the side a little with that confused puppy look, “You wanna… Play music while we’re doing this?”

“Yeah, I mean,” She cleared her throat, cheeks dusted red, “Everyone has a playlist for… Instances like this.”

Piers snorted at her wording, trailing his hands up to caress her knees gingerly, “You have a sex playlist?”

So Ah sputtered before shutting her legs with a huff, denying him from herself, “Can’t believe you’re still bullying me despite what we’re doing.”

“No, no, no, okay, okay.” Piers laughed at her action of hiding herself which he found very endearing, shaking his head as he cooed, “I’m sorry, baby – we can play something. Here, I’ll use my playlist.”

He leaned back onto his knees and brought out his phone from his pocket as she shot him a look, “Of course, you’d have a playlist.”

He chuckled as he was seemingly searching for it though his eyes were focused on something else she couldn't quite put a finger on – she shrugged it off that he was just skimming to pick the first song.

"You said it yourself," Piers looked up at her as he towered over her whilst maintaining eye contact and set the phone down by the nightstand with a cheeky grin, "Everyone has a sex playlist."

With that, he kissed her deeply as her ears pricked up to the smooth song playing from his phone. Obviously, it was about – you guessed it – sex.

Very classic.

Piers pulled away a bit, nose bumping hers in the process, a faint smile coming to his lips when her legs had widened to give him more space. He bundled up her dress once he scooted closer, giving her a look that only said; Do you want to?

So Ah only managed a nod, “Mhm.”

Piers pulled her by the arm to sit up before taking off her dress. His eyes shone, enthralled by the sight of her softly toned body. The lingerie she wore complimented her skin to the T and he could swear he had never seen something so beautiful before. His eyes land on the tattoo of a potted plant under her right bosom on the side along with a cute mole next to it.

“Woah,” He caressed the skin, voicing his surprise, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

“Ah, I got one after dealing with the outbreak in California,” So Ah said, growing shy under his stare, “Even though the one I currently own is not the same one, the original Minty kept me company when I was living in LA.”

“M… Minty kept you company?” Piers furrowed his brows, remembering a similar potted plant at the table by the balcony, “Were you living alone?”

“Yeah, my siblings visited at some point but other than that, I was alone.” She then shrugged, “Not that I minded it, to be honest… Though I think I… Wished I knew someone around.”

Living in LA was absolutely new to her. She didn’t know anyone other than the self-proclaimed neighbourhood lady. Her neighbour next door barely spoke to her, keeping his distance. Again, she didn’t mind as she was introverted – but having a friend back then wouldn’t have been such a bad idea.

“I had Minty to talk to at least,” She sighed, trailing his eyes down to his hand and then blinked at his silence, snapping her eyes back up at him, “Oh no, did I ruin the mood? Shit, I didn’t–”

“No, you didn’t ruin anything,” He shook his head, cradling her cheeks and gazing intently into her eyes as he teasingly asked, “Did you seriously talk to a plant?”

She pushed him away with a whine, scoffing, “You try living in a foreign city on your own.”

Piers snickered as he kept his hold on her, “It’s very adorable,” His thumb swiped the apple of her cheeks, eyes growing gentle, “Insane, but adorable.”

He pressed his lips against hers to get her to lean back to the bed. His lips plush against hers, soft but assertive. His hands roamed lower to the sides of her torso, the pads of his fingers caressing her skin along the way as his lips moved passionately with hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning softly against his lips and her back arched a bit off the bed when she felt his hands trying to ease under her back. Piers smiled at her responsive nature, humming lowly into the kiss as his hands snuck to the bra’s clasp, unclipping them with little to no struggle.

The kiss teetered into a breathless and airy territory, Piers pulling away for a moment only to kiss her again, his brows furrowing at the intensity. He slowly, but eagerly, slipped down the straps of her bra before pulling it all away.

Piers broke the kiss with a moist pop, panting as his eyes darted down to her chest. So Ah gulped heavily, staring up at him as he mindlessly tossed the bra aside. It toppled off the edge of the bed but really, none of them cared.

Her bosoms were definitely the perfect size for him, her buds were rosy pink and hardened, revealing to him just how sensitive they were. There were a small mole under her right breast with her hips being faintly decorated with stretch marks. Her cheeks were redder than even under his desire-blown gaze.

“You’re staring…” So Ah mumbled, growing shy as she covered her chest.

Piers blinked as if whatever trance he was in was broken only to chuckle, tenderly grasping her wrists to ease them away, “Sorry, you’re just too damn pretty.”

His smile only widened into a cheeky one when he noticed how heavily she was blushing, leaning down to peck her lips once before trailing his lips lower. A shaky sigh emitted from her, her chin tilting up at the butterfly feeling of his kisses going lower and lower till–

“Nnh!” So Ah couldn’t conceal the sudden squeak when Piers dragged his tongue over her nipple, his eyes fluttered shut to relish in her heavenly sounds and the feeling of her soft skin beneath his tongue.

His lips pursed down, sucking on her bud as his free hand kneaded the neglected bosom. Her chest was heaving as she held onto his arm and the other gripping the pillow beneath her head. Her sounds were constant, sometimes ending on a higher pitch whenever he’d teasingly and lightly bite the sensitive nipple.

Her head fell back onto the pillow, her back arching once again as Piers noisily sucked and licked her bosom, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses and obvious hickies – that would be gone within a minute.

Piers peeled his eyes open, trailing his sharp gaze up to her flushed face as he grinned at the loud moan she made when he nipped at the hardened bud. It was practically a devious grin, snickering to himself and he shifted his kneading on her other breast to have her nipple placed between his index and his middle finger – and he pinched, earning a hitched sound from her.

Curiosity got the best of him, trailing his other hand down even lower to her panties when he pressed the pads of his two fingers against her sore and needy clit through the thin fabric of her underwear. She was soaked, in addition to her first orgasm, Piers knew she was drenched.

“S–shit,” So Ah let out a whimper, legs trembling a little when she felt him rubbing her slowly and her hand shot to the back of his head, her heart starting to pound at being stimulated just right.

Piers was such a tease, and for what?

He applied an experimental pressure, picking up the pace and he audibly chuckled at the erotic sound he pulled from her lips. In a moist pop, Piers pulled away from her nipple only to start kissing up her neck, nearing her ear to give her a little break from all the pleasure.

She was sure if he kept this up, she’d cum again – and he was well aware of that.

“Did anyone ever eat you out?” Piers shamelessly asked lowly, his lips brushing against the skin right under her jaw.

So Ah’s throat was running dry, swallowing thickly to regain some of her composure, “Uhm, my ex… But rarely.”

“And how was it?”

So Ah blinked at the ceiling, her attention diverted from his sinful kisses, “Why do you wanna know?”

Piers exhaled, scooting his knees closer to have her legs on either side of his hips and he leaned up to look at her, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Just curious.” He replied, his hazels plainly scanning her face and body to see just how flustered he’s got her.

She eyed him suspiciously before bringing up her shoulders, avoiding his eyes, “I wouldn’t know. I never… Finished.”

He visibly froze and he looked up at her, shocked, “What?”

“I faked it just to, you know, get to the last part of this.” So Ah continued as if it was a normal occurrence in her previous relationship – which it was.

For a second, Piers stood there dumbfounded before he cackled, but not at her, “What a loser – wanna know how it feels to cum like that?”

She gave him an unimpressed look, hiding her anticipation, “What, are you like… The greatest guy alive to eat a girl out?”

Piers only grinned cockily, “Is that a yes?”

Again, she swallowed down her heart that bounced up to her throat at how confident he looked and she nodded, face flushed.

“Better hold tight then, I’m about to give you the best head ever.” He whispered, leaning down to peck her cheek, “And don’t worry about being a mess. I like it messy.”

Piers scooted down, dragging his fingers down her sides to tease the hem of her panties. His eyes darted up to her for a quick glance, “You can tap out whenever, okay?”

“Okay…” She nodded, fighting the urge to cover her face and close her legs when he slowly slid her panties off.

“Just relax…” He mumbled, feeling how tense her legs were, pining her thigh to the bed with one hand and he gently squeezed the plush flesh. The other arm goes around her thigh, and he flattened his hand on her abdomen to try and keep her still.

His eyes were half-lidded, practically glued to her soaking cunt, glistening right beneath his gaze. One last reassurance, he shot her a quick glance.

“You can tap out whenever, okay?”

She nodded shyly, "Okay…"

Piers was different from what she expected. He was always full of surprises in every possible aspect she could think of. She didn’t even know that he’d make her–

“Oh~!”

So audible.

Piers focused on the task at hand – or tongue in this case. His tongue was greedy and eager to explore all of her, from her core to her clit, he was ruthless. A giver. Messy. It didn’t help that he was precise with his ministrations, instantly finding that pattern to repeat over and over again.

His hand tightened on her thigh when it twitched up, forcing it back down onto the bed as he pinned her hips by her abdomen down as well. His tongue trailed up and down before lapping at her pearl, pursing his plum lips around it to give it a suck.

That pushed a loud hitched mewl from her lips, her eyes almost squinting shut and her hand shot down, fingers tangling on his messy spiked-up hair. He peeled his eyes open, staring intently up at her through his lashes, his mouth and tongue still at work.

His ears would prick up at the heavenly sound of her attempting to call out his name but it falls to a whimper, her chest heaving with her face flushed red. The sight was sending his mind and body into overdrive, his hips grounding into her bed uncontrollably to receive some friction.

“Fuck, you taste so good…” Piers groaned into her pussy, his lips and chin shimmering under the warm light coming from her table lamp, and his fingers dug into her flesh, nearly tugging her closer to him, “Can’t get enough.”

“Nnh! Piers!” So Ah managed to cry out when she felt his persistent tongue trace infinite circles right into that spot, making her see stars – and she didn’t even cum.

Yet.

Piers knew she was close, humming in acknowledgement which sent vibrations right through her sensitive bundle of nerves. He kept his movements intense but steady, knowing better than to let the sensations rise and fall too fast on their own – that way when she crashes, she crashes hard.

Her hips writhed, pushing him to ease her thigh over his shoulder and he grabbed onto her forearm instead. That caused her to release his hair and latch onto his arm, her nails digging into his skin.

The slurping and smacking noises only became more audible and constant, mixing sinfully with her moans and pitched hitches of breaths. The tension in her lower abdomen was tightening to the point she felt it deep within her heart, and she could’ve sworn the pounding of her heart was reaching her ears. Her breaths grew laboured, unable to inhale completely without breaking it with a whine.

Piers grunted as his hips rutted into the sheets, his cock aching behind his boxers for actual friction. The bed wasn’t doing it any justice. Her cries got louder that he was so sure they would get a noise complaint, but let’s be honest, while So Ah cared what others thought of her, Piers couldn’t give less of a fuck.

All he cared about was making her scream, and that meant both with an ‘s’ and without.

Her grip on his arm showed that she needed something to make her feel grounded, and so he released her arm only to grab her hand which she instinctively interlocked fingers with his. He pulled himself closer to her sweet cunt, dragging his crotch on the bed which pushed a groan out of him, muffled by her folds.

That sent her over the edge, her whole body convulsing as her back arched off the bed with a cry. The fiery pleasure shot through her chest and straight all over her body, gushing over his tongue as she went cross-eyed for a split second before she squeezed her eyes shut.

The high sent her back down to the mattress, pushing a heavy shuddered breath out of her lungs as if she got the air knocked out of her. Her legs were trembling as small moans escaped from her lips.

Piers let her ride it out, his tongue keeping up that insistent circles as he gulped down her juices, feeling ever so egotistical and cocky at her orgasm. Soon enough, he released her visibly pumping clit and rested his head on her thigh with a lazy and satisfied – very smug – grin on his glistening lips. His hand caressed and squeezed her thigh, easing her tremors down, observing the way her pearl was twitching from the intensity of her climax.

So Ah breathed heavily, having her arm over her flushed face as her body felt all melted and droopy.

“So?” Piers had the audacity to ask, his voice gravely, “How was that?”

“Wow… Just wow…” She panted, dropping her arm to the pillow next to her and lifted up her head a bit to look down at him only to notice the mess he had made.

His saliva was coating her cunt, and that was mixed with her cum. He wasn’t lying about making a mess. He caught her bashful but surprised stare and kissed her inner thigh before releasing her thigh and hand.

“You good to go another around?” He asked, raising himself up to his knees with an exhale as he took off his shirt, exposing those abs for her eyes to feast on and her mind to instantly study for an art piece in the future.

“Did you have to be that… Messy?” She answered with a question, looking back up at him and his grin just widened.

He chuckled, swiping his thumb against her clit to make her breath hitch, “I’m just getting you all ready for me, dollface.”

So Ah found herself finally able to catch her breath properly as he got off of the bed, sliding down his pants and boxers completely and her eyes widened comically at the girth of his cock.

Describing it won’t do justice – not one bit.

He climbed back onto the bed, crawling to be in between her legs and she shook her head profusely, her cinnamons frozen at the stiffened erection of his.

“Fuck no.”

Piers blinked, freezing up and he looked at her, “What?”

Did I do too much?

Should I have stopped before?

Did I do something wrong?

Did she not feel goo–

“That thing is not gonna fit, are you insane?!” So Ah exclaimed, pulling her legs close to her body where she shut them.

Piers stayed still, now unsure with a breathy laugh, “I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or not.”

So Ah went silent for a bit, looking down at his crotch and then up at him, swallowing thickly as she reminded, “Piers, I haven’t done this in a while…”

Those hazels of his softened and he leaned over her, cradling her cheeks as he gave her a look of reassurance, “Hey, we can stop now and I can take care of it on my own – I’d just need some time in the bathroom and–”

“No, I… I still want to do this,” She interrupted, releasing a sigh as she relaxed her legs slightly, “Can you be gentle?”

Piers smiled and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, “Yeah, of course. I’ll take it slow.”

He sat back, his hands rubbing on her thighs as he lined himself up but then he stopped, seemingly a bit panicked as he turned to look at his jeans, “Shit, I didn’t bring a condom.”

“There’s no need.” She whispered with a shy smile on her face, “I’m on birth control.”

His eyes visibly lit up at this, relaxing as he joked, “Christmas came early this year, huh?”

She snorted at this and tilted her head down so she can watch him scoot closer. His hand was jerking himself off to ease some of the tension, his brows furrowing deeply with muffled moans.

Reminder that describing it won’t do any justice.

His bigbig cock was visibly throbbing, with angry and bulging veins trailing up to a red tip. It was almost the girth of a Coke can, and probably around five and a half inches – if not a bit bigger. It was already oozing with pre-cum, and he was well shaved with faint hair crowning his dick and trailing up to the bottom of his belly button.

A happy trail.

He rubbed her clit with the blunt tip, grinding his hips back and forth to drag the underside of his cock over her wetwet pussy. A muffled moan emitted faintly from her, grabbing onto his arm as she caught on that he was using her arousal and previous orgasm as lubrication.

Piers traced circles on her clit with the tip with an airy chuckle as he held her leg apart, “Fuck, d’you hear that?”

He tapped his cock against her clit numerous times, making her yelp and her hips twitch. The moist smacking noise emitted audibly in between her legs, showing exactly just how drenched she was.

“All nice and wet just for me, hm?” He murmured, wincing at yet another ache of his boner, “Jesus Christ, just seeing this might make me cum.”

Her lips moved before she could even have a second thought, “Why don’t we have a bet then?”

Piers raised a brow at her sudden suggestion, “A bet?”

It was clear it was her anxiety trying to impulsively prolong the moment before he’d actually slide into her. She didn’t seem to be aware of it, nodding with a faint and nervous smile.

“Yeah.”

He humoured her, humming, “Okay, what do you wanna bet on?”

“Uhm… Whoever finishes first gets to, uh…” She trailed away for a second, “Cook breakfast tomorrow.”

Piers snorted before laughing light-heartedly, shaking his head. It surprised him enough that it sent him into a giggling fit, giving her a teasing but challenging look.

One of them hated waking up super early in the morning.

“You sure you wanna do that?”

And it wasn’t him.

“Mhm, I like my eggs runny.” She squirmed beneath him, smiling coyly, “Besides, I just came like a minute ago, unlike you.”

Piers followed her glance to his cock, seeing that he was clearly not lasting a minute in her. That fueled his competitive side, throwing him back to that game night. His smile turned into a devilish one as he aligned himself up, the tip teasing her core.

“Feels deja vu, doesn’t it?” He tilted his head to the side, “Think you’re going to win?”

So Ah shrugged as if nonchalant but he could see the devious sparkle in those fiery cinnamons of hers, “Think you can last?”

“Oh, babe,” Piers gave her a pout that was nothing of pity, “You’re in trouble.”

Huh–

Her voice died up in her throat when he pushed himself in – but not all the way, keeping in mind to be gentle just for her.

He didn’t go all the way in, but the stretch was–

“Oh, shit,” Piers cursed under his breath, stopping halfway and his brows knitted deeply, eyes narrowed, “You gotta be fucking kidding me…”

Never mind the stretch right now, the way her walls were squeezing the ever-living hell out of him was tensing up his grip on her thigh. He was already breathless, if not unsure to keep moving without cumming first. He was soso close from all the grounding against the bed, but he was so caught up with the taste of her to realise.

He inhaled through his nose before exhaling a faint okay, shifting his grip to her hip and the other hand shot to the sheets next to her body.

So Ah held onto his arm and the other around his wrist, pressing her lips into a thin line to muffle her whimper when he slowly moved his hips back. It was obvious by the shakiness of his breaths and by how hard he’d dig his fingers into her flesh before loosening up a little, careful not to hurt her.

Her lips parted, trailing her eyes up to him only to see him staring down at her body as if one look at her face would make him crumble. Pushing a soft moan out of her when he slid into her again, Piers muffled his grunt, squeezing his eyes shut at the intensity of this all – and he stopped.

“F–fuck, wait…” He shuddered, “I… Give me a sec…”

It was so difficult to hold back the massive urge to spill – but what faltered his patience was the way she looked so ravished. She had the audacity to be an angel laying beneath him all bare, her cinnamons shimmering under the warm light of her lamp, her skin redder in some areas, indicating that all those lovebites were almost healed, and god forbid, her sounds.

God, why would he agree to that useless bet when he could’ve just fucked her stupid instead?

“W–what?” So Ah panted, gulping heavily as the corner of her lips went up into a cunning smile, “You look like… You’re gonna c–”

“I said give me a fucking second.” Piers snapped harshly and avoided looking into her eyes, and on any other day, So Ah would actually shut up but seeing how hard he was trying to keep his composure, this all made her feel hotter on the inside.

“M–mh… Fine,” She hummed, her leg twitching when she could practically feel his cock pulsing inside of her – or halfway inside.

“It’d be a shame… If you came first.”

Someone should’ve taught her not to poke a bear with a stick.

That hit Piers’ huge ego hard, and his patience shattered. His glare would’ve bore holes into her skull, releasing the sheets and for a second, she thought he had had enough.

Maybe she poked fun a little too much. He thought he wasn’t all that for her just half an hour ago, she should be kinder. Gentler. Swee–

His fingers travelled between her legs, the pads of his middle and ring making contact with her sore and swollen clit, still sensitive from her previous orgasm, and he rubbed it expertly and fast.

A shriek left through her lips, her voice hitching up in her throat as her body convulsed and her sound echoed loudly in the room. The adrenaline shot through her veins, her pussy on fire from his assault on her puffy clit with his cock still inside of her.

“Pier–!” She squeaked, tears of pleasure brimming in the corner of her eyes, “Not f–fair!”

“We’re not playing fair. You never did.” Piers pressed the palm of his free hand against her abdomen, pinning her to the bed and stilling her writhing and squirming.

He was rough with it, bringing her closer and closer to another explosive orgasm. He barely moved his dick, if not a little deeper just so she’d be well aware of how he’s got her.

All slutty and needy.

“What’s the matter, doll?” Piers mocked whilst flicking her clit in a chaotic pattern, leaning over her slightly to meet her eyes that were now refusing to connect with his.

His hand reached up for her jaw, gripping it and forcing her to look at him, a smug smirk growing on his face at how much of a mess he’s got her, “Are you cumming already?”

“F–fuck! Yea– god!” She cried out and held onto his wrist with both hands, a tear escaping down her temple before the knot snapped, her teary eyes rolling to the back of her head as she gushed all over his cock.

Piers failed to hide his wince but she didn’t notice it anyways, too lost in the haziness of it all before he finally released her clit and grabbed her trembling thighs to wrap them around his hips and–

Stars.

Piers didn’t stop, fucking into her so ruthlessly with his whole girth and length. His hips were slamming against her as if actively attempting to bruise her and her body bounced uncontrollably with each powerful thrust. Her cinnamons were seeping tears, mixed with her mascara and eyeliner, her lipstick smudged and she was just fucked out of her mind.

She could do nothing but moan and whine helplessly and loudly. Not like she could do anything else.

Piers growled, pinning both of her arms down beside her and pushing his knees closer to keep her legs hooked over his waist. That consequently sent his cock even deeper, a smidge away from her cervix. The stretch was godly.

While her ex was on the longer side, Piers was on the thicker and heavier side. Her silken walls were tighttight all around, breaking the rest of his restraints and merely forgetting ever needing to be gentle with her. He would’ve remembered if it weren’t for her moans and cries of his name along with all the sensations and the way her squelching pussy was squeezing his cock.

It was messy and filthy, her cum on her inner thighs and the bedsheet, coating his thick cock. It went in sort of dry once and now it was just glistening with her slick juices. His hawk eyes followed the motion of her body, seeing how her bosoms were bouncing, her buds hard and rosy. Her face was redred, unable to hide it with how her arms were pinned.

And then he caught a glimpse of a bump in her lower abdomen, realizing he could see his heavy girth fucking into her. It shot fiery pleasure through him at the sight.

“Pier–ier–ier–s’ oh, god!” Her voice was whiney and pitched, shaking with each thrust, “Plea–he–he–heas! S–s–slow dow– I’m gonna c–hum!”

“Cum for me, baby,” Piers grunted, the skin-slapping skin sounding off along with the moistness of it all, “C’mon, you can do it, can’t you?”

“Y–yes!”

“Good girl,” He let go of her arms to grab her squirming hips, pinning her to the mattress once again as his thrusts went erratic, “Now, don’t move one little bit.”

That praise.

That godforsaken praise.

Her back arched, her hands grasping onto his arms so hard that her nails marked his skin and a vulgar moan left through her lips. Her world darkened for a moment, her head tilting back into her pillow with a cry as the pleasure sent burning tremors all over her bones.

Piers failed to muffle his moan, tugging her hips closer to have his cock as deep as he could go and he wrapped his other arm around her arched back, pulling her chest to chest where his face pressed up against the crook of her neck.

His cum spurted out thickly, the orgasm so intense it left his thighs shaking and toes curling over the sheets. His moan was boyish, almost a whimper when her walls clamped even tighter around his pulsating cock, practically milking him dry. The hotness and warmth of it all was felt, filling her up so that some of it seeped out of her in between them.

Her voice fell to a broken whimper and her arms went around his torso where her nails clung onto his toned back, the virus within her spreading in an instant to patch up any bruises or marks Piers had involuntarily caused.

The aftermath left both of them panting heavily and utterly spent. It was quiet, minus their breathing and the playlist which was on a loop because the first song was playing once again. So Ah didn’t dare to move, chest feeling heavy from blooming and her dazed eyes barely open, staring at the ceiling.

Lazy kisses were pressed onto her sweaty skin, trailing up to her jaw and the corner of her lips before stopping. Piers gazed into her eyes, letting go of her hip to cradle her cheek gingerly. His thumb wiped away a stray tear, his fingers threading with her sprawled hair under her head.

There was nothing but love in that look – and it nearly spilt from his tongue.

“Not bad for our first time?” He murmured, his mint breath wafting over her face as she could feel his lips brushing against hers with every word.

So Ah couldn’t help but smile faintly, knowing those three special words were on the tip of her tongue as well. Her hands caressed the angry red marks on his back. Although she’d heal overnight, Piers was going to be having scratches for a few days.

And he’d wear them with pride.

She whispered, her voice hoarse, “Y–yeah… Not bad at all…”

Piers chuckled breathlessly at that, grinning when a giggle came from her, and he closed the distance between them for a searing but gentle kiss. His lips moulded with hers like they were made for one another.

Maybe they were.

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