#syd speaks;; OOC

[heroic-blood]

poking my head in

been a while, huh

school's kept me quite busy but figured i'd check in to see if anyone remembered me and if i feel up to writing again

perhaps dipping my toes into HSR and ZZZ muses because i have been obsessed with those the past year lmao. maybe someone from Engage too? not sure. definitely an MtG character or two if people were interested

[iwatodaimessiah]

I hear it’s time for some...

Mass Destruction - Reload?

[lupus-bones]

GUIDELINES + THE MOD;

hello there, my name's syd. let me tell you a bit about myself.

firstly, this au is very reliant on my own interpretation of a character I have loved for years--I am staking no claims to her story other than Hugo being dead (oops). if you see any issue with my interpretation, kindly chose to not interact because tastes are acquired. what may seem fitting to my version of ép might not suit yours, and that's okay.

if you are wanting to participate in hate speech of any kind, leave me out of it.

I am working full-time, but from home so I have the ability to be more present online than someone who is away from their devices.

this blog will approach heavy topics. not only is les miserables a story with heavy content material but the story of éponine's is another bag entirely. topics such as; abuse/abusive relationships, alcoholism, mental illness, neglect, self-defensive violence, smoking, self-injury, and overall depressing topics will be, at the very least, referenced.

my listing of the topics above was a way of warning anyone who could want to interact and find themselves triggered without a warning. these topics will not be the focus of this blog, however.

this blog will contain nsfw content, as the mod and muse are of age. the content will be tagged when appropriate.

my ask box is always open and I love to discuss with people, in or out of character. come say hello!

[propertyofkylar]

kinktober day 17: double penetration (m!sydney x f!pc x m!kylar)

word count: 1173

tags/warnings: double penetration (vaginal), unprotected sex, corrupt sydney, lowkey ooc for both syd and ky because neither of them would willingly get into this situation but it's my kinktober and i get to make the rules

“You can’t back out now. This is what you wanted, remember?”

Sydney’s teasing voice taunted you as you laid bare before him and Kylar. Things had started out so lighthearted. You were only teasing, or so you had thought. But one thing had led to another and now you were entirely naked, laying on the bed - and so were the two of them. 

“I-I want her pussy,” Kylar muttered, looking shy but his voice having a determination in it. Truthfully, you could barely hear what he said. You were focusing on his hard cock just inches away from your face, with Sydney’s hovering nearby as well.

Sydney sighed and brushed his dark hair away from his face. With the hair dye, if you didn’t know any better, the two of them could be brothers. “That’s not fair,” he chided Kylar, who flushed slightly. Even now, he still treated Kylar like this. “Why should you get it all to yourself?”

Kylar’s face darkened, and he crossed his arms across his chest. “B-because,” he said, but it was clear he had no real argument.

Finding your voice finally, you managed to speak up. “You guys know I’m right here, right? You shouldn’t talk about me like I’m a piece of meat��”

Both of their faces softened slightly at that. “Sorry,” they said in unison. But then, Sydney cleared his throat.

“But I’m still right. It’s unfair to let Kylar hog your cunt.”

It was still embarrassing to be talked about like that, but you had to go along with it. “You could take turns?” You offered.

Sydney shook his head. “No, Kylar wouldn’t let me have a turn,” he suddenly snapped his fingers, as if a great idea had come over him. Which sent a shiver down your spine. “I know! We’ll share.”

He had a devious look on his face, and you felt yourself blanch. “S-share?”

Sydney nodded, stepping closer. Not one to be one-upped, Kylar stepped closer too. “You can take us both, can’t you?”

You weren’t confident, honestly, but knew there was no use arguing with them. Kylar suddenly pulled you up to him, holding you close and pressing your chest against his. He whined as he dragged his cock through your folds.

But before he could do anything further, Sydney stepped behind you, his cock hot against your bare ass. “There’s nowhere to hide, beloved.”

Kylar was already helplessly rutting against you, bumping your clit as he did so. “So wet,” he mumbled. “I-I can’t wait.”

With that, Kylar pushed his fat cock into your hole, and you gasped at the sensation. Just when your walls were adjusting to his presence, you felt another poke at your entrance. Sydney’s long, slender cock was attempting to slide in. 

“Fuck,” was all you could manage, and after a few moments of trying, you felt him inside you, too. You felt fuller than you ever had before with their two cocks inside, sandwiched between them.

“Oh, god,” you moaned as they both began to move, stretching you out more than you ever imagined possible. You felt a little lightheaded, overwhelmed by the body heat surrounding you. 

“Feels s’good inside you,” Kylar whispered, as if it were a secret only the two of you were sharing. He dragged his tongue all over your breasts, sucking on your nipples occasionally. “I love you. I love you so, so much.”

“Do you like this?” Sydney murmured directly in your ear, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “Being filled up like this? I never knew this could - hah - be so fun.”

Sydney’s hands were on your shoulders, his breath hot against your skin, while Kylar’s badly bitten nails scratched your waist. Both boys were thrusting into you, moaning, your cumulative sweat making every plap plap plap as hot and wet-sounding as imaginable.

You couldn’t deny how incredible it felt to be fucked by two cocks at once. Every slight movement hit the perfect spot inside of you, and even just the feeling of their bodies squishing against yours was enough to make your head spin.

You opened your mouth to try to explain this to Sydney and Kylar, but you were already so supremely fucked out that all that came out was a strangled “mmph.”

“Don’t try and speak,” Sydney shushed you, and your head lolled back onto his shoulder. “Just enjoy it, love.”

“Mhm,” you choked out. With Kylar licking and sucking your tits, and now Sydney doing the same to your neck, you felt embarrassingly close. “Ah - ah - gonna cum -”

“Already?” Sydney let out a breathy chuckle, though he sounded fairly far gone himself. Meanwhile, Kylar was mumbling what sounded like “pleasepleasepleaseplease” over and over again.  

A guttural cry burst from your mouth as you came on their cocks, unable to form words anymore. Kylar and Sydney were jackhammering into you to the point you felt like you might pass out.

“Feels so good having you clench around our cocks,” Sydney said softly. Kylar nodded furiously in agreement, damp hair sticking to his forehead. 

Squeaking out breathy moans, you began to grow overstimulated. It was almost too much to handle. That triggered your second orgasm, and you were thankful for being sandwiched between the two. Otherwise, you would have entirely collapsed, their bodies the only thing holding you up at this point.

“Gonna cum inside you,” Kylar muttered. “Gonna fill you up so much so everyone will know you’re mine–” his babbling got cut off by a sharp gasp, and he moaned your name and buried his face between your tits as his cum spilled inside of you.

“Fuck,” Sydney moaned through gritted teeth. “Not gonna last much longer - I -”

Whatever he was going to say was lost as his own climax hit, filling you up with even more seed. Sydney’s body was hot and sweaty against your back, and you could feel his heart beating erratically and his body trembling as he came down from his orgasm.

After a few beats, the two men gently pulled out of you one-by-one. First, you felt a gush of cum leak out of your fucked-out cunt. Then, your knees began to wobble, and they each caught your arm before you collapsed fully, gently setting you down on the bed, cum still trickling out of you. You needed several moments to catch your breath before you could even think of saying anything to them. 

“That was,” you tried, but nothing else came out, so you simply flopped back onto the bed. Kylar gave you a soft smile and laid next to you, tracing idle patterns into your skin with his finger.

“I love you,” Kylar whispered, before his eyes narrowed. “...but I was better, right?”

Sydney scoffed and sat down on your other side. “Seriously?” 

Kylar shrugged, but you gave him a sharp look before he could say anything more. Sydney took your hand and pressed it to his lips. And the three of you sat in comfortable silence for some time after that.

[omgrachwrites]

Sweater Weather - Carmy Berzatto

Pairing: Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Summary: Carmy visits you at work and slowly opens up, revealing more of himself to you.

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, dialogue heavy, prob ooc Carmy

A/N: This is part two of my Carmy mini series! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

part one

It was a slow day at your bookshop in the middle of the city but it was alright, you had to get some paperwork done and now was the perfect time. The little bell above the door tinkled and you smiled when your favourite little customer came in with his mom all wrapped up in his little red scarf with his matching hat.

“Hi, Miss Y/N!” he waved, his stutter was getting better.

“Hey, Jack,” you smiled, “are you here to read to Henry?” you asked, when the little boy nodded, you gestured towards the back of the shop, “I think he’s in his bed but you can just go and wake him up. He’s being very lazy today.”

Jack giggled as he dragged his mom towards the back of the shop.

Another hour passed and the bell rang again, and this time when you looked up, a light flush accompanied your smile. The man’s cheeks and nose were rosy from the cold and the snowflakes were melting in his curls as he stepped into the warmth of your shop. You watched as he pushed a hand through his curls and he wiped his snowy shoes on the welcome mat before he looked up and grinned at you.

“Hey, Carmy. What brings you by?”

“It’s getting hectic in the kitchen, Syd and Richie forced me to take a break,” he laughed before abruptly stopping, “it’s okay that I’m here right?” his blue eyes went wide and you knew he was worried that he was imposing.

You smothered a laugh, “of course. Come and sit down,” you giggled, gesturing for him to pull a comfy chair over.

Carmy smiled as he sat next to you, “I brought you lunch, just um in case you hadn’t eaten yet,” he put a bag on the front desk.

You grinned, “you’re sweet, thank you,” you pulled out a sandwich and some fries. From up close, you could see how tired and stressed he looked. You wondered whether he was taking care of himself, “have you eaten today, Carmy?” at your question, he fell silent and you had your answer, “you’re splitting it with me.”

“No, Y/N, come on,” he started but you interrupted him.

“You’ll notice that I didn’t ask, and I’m not taking no for an answer,” you laughed as you dished out portions of the delicious meal he’d made.

He gave you a sweet appreciative look that you almost missed. You groaned with appreciation as you took a bite out of your half of the sandwich. It was hot and sweet, “that is so damn good.”

Carmy laughed as he flushed and took a bite out of his half, “glad you like it.”

You were about to reply when a little voice from behind you spoke up, “bye, Miss Y/N, see you next week.”

You smiled as you waved at him, “have a good week, Jack,” you glanced over your shoulder as your dog curled up in his bed, “good boy, Henry.”

When you looked back at Carmy, you laughed at his expression, he was understandably confused so you elaborated.”

“I rescued a dog a couple of months ago – before we met – and he was a little nervous around people so I started bringing him here to get used to people. Some of the kids that come in here started reading to him. So, I made a group where my little regulars like Jack come in and read to Henry get more confidence, like if they have a speech impediment,” you flushed as Carmy directed a warm smile at you and you shrugged, fiddling with your fingers, “it’s not a big deal.”

“Hey,” Carmy started softly and you glanced up at him, “it may not be a big deal for you, but for kids like that,” he pointed at the door that Jack had walked out of, “it literally means the world. Kids like that are usually scared to speak, I was, I had a stutter as a kid.”

“Really?” you asked.

Carmy was usually pretty closed off, even though you’d known him for a little while, but sometimes, sometimes he would sit with you and open up just a little. You knew it was difficult for him so you appreciated it.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “I had zero friends,” he flushed as his eyes darted around the shop. His eyes landed on something behind you and his eyes lit up, “you have a guitar?”

You laughed as you grabbed it and handed it over to him, “my dad got it for me, my mom wasn’t too pleased.”

He laughed as he held the guitar, placing his fingers on the fret board and strummed, going bright red when no sound came out. You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your lips and you shot him an apologetic look.

“Wow, so you’re not good at everything? That’s humbling and very good to know,” you grinned as he rolled his eyes. You leaned forwards and moved his tattooed fingers to the correct position. His skin was warm and he flushed as you touched him, “okay, now try.”

He tried again and actually managed to make a noise, it was flat but it was better than the one before, “it takes practise.”

“Yeah well, I think it needs tuning,” he joked as he carefully put it in its stand, “this is a real nice place, Y/N,” he looked around with interest, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Thanks, I’m not sure my mom would agree with you though,” he raised an eyebrow as you continued, “my mom wanted me to be a doctor, carry on the family tradition. But one, I am not academically smart enough to be a doctor and two, like if I have a bad day here it means I probably just got a shitty customer. But a bad day as a doctor probably means that you’ve killed someone and I’m just not cut out for that,” you trail off when you notice that his blue eyes never left your face as you talked. You were a rambler and most guys hated it, “I’m sorry, I’m an oversharer.”

You watched Carmy’s eyes widen and he shook his head, “no, Y/N. I don’t mind at all! I like listening to you talk. Does it bother you that I really don’t open up all that much?”

“No,” you smiled, “I don’t mind at all.”

You decided to close the shop early and Carmy offered to walk you home before he headed back to the restaurant. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Carmy glance at you as you huddled into your scarf.

“Y’know instead of cooking together on Friday, why don’t we go out to eat?”

You giggled, your breath coming out in smoke, “are you tired of teaching me how to cook already?” you teased.

He rolled his eyes as he looked at you, “no, smartass. It would be nice to talk y’know? Without all the distractions.”

“Sounds great, Carmy,” you laughed, you knew it wasn’t a date but god did you wish it was.

As you walked up to your apartment, Carmy pulled you into a hug, “I’ll see you real soon, okay?”

“Carmy, we’re neighbours, we see each other all the time.”

He shook his head, “you knew what I meant,” he took your chin before his forefinger and thumb as he planted a kiss on your cheek.

You flushed as you looked at him, “don’t work too hard, Chef.”

Carmy snickered, “never, Y/N.”

[edwardsissyhandsthtdanceslikeabb]

crazy person check: did you see Richie being eviscerated by Syd in steadily personal and intense ways, until he was ultimately bothered / defeated, after belittling and undervaluing her. while also backdropped by past gems of empathy/connection and fondness.

all culminating in them getting in each other’s faces, and Syd brandishing a knife against him, and a part of you didn’t see it as a mere symptom of the chaos erupting in the kitchen, but as a greater manifestation of their tension (despite the good), especially with how needlessly close and frankly abetting/low Richie was speaking, not stepping away from the challenge, which later led you to realize that you actually ship it?

Especially bc he valued Sydney’s words sm that it borderline induced his S2 psychological spiral (which is fckɪɴɢ hilarious lol), exemplifying her impact/value to him, and how she’s equally if not more unhinged than him. and was allowed her retaliation in a grander, more intense way which validates her feelings against Richie, and elevates her above a passive recipient. With this tension transcending into S2, with their pointed tentativeness whenever they would initially interact, although awkward, it was evidently made so by all the things unsaid.

And doubly appreciate the detail of S2 ending with Carmy and Syd on repeatedly bad/disconnected footing and Richie conversely, earnestly imploring Sydney trust him, wanting to be utilized by her, giving himself to the person who arguably holds the most weight (was the one who really saw his inherent issues/needed to prove himself to) and was thusly crucial in pushing him to grow. and how sydney trusted him, chose to in fact — despite everything — which allowed her to achieve a huge part of her dream, actually being there for her - in opposition to his prior trend of self-centeredness (and so becoming endearing to you and smth you really appreciate). And the easy synergy this brought, evidencing their compatibility and natural gravitation — so while sydcarm are mirrors, their fallibilities tend to distance and depersonalize them from e/o - at least in carmy's case. Did this make you admire their depth and dynamicness and their uncanny ability to complement each other, whether piercing under the skin or building the other up? Did their [initial] tension make you think they were gonna makeout, but are you satisfied even tho they didn't (OOC, duh), but lowkey think they wanted to/should, like sydrichie nasty sickonut hɑτefuck when (with knife even)?

Would you lowkey love it if the show trolled and ended up not pairing sydcarm but unexpectedly the two that challenge each other - with sydrichie, despite many ppl falling to their knees in wallmart. Should sydrichie kiss sloppy style with τoɴɢue to make me very happy?

Do I need help? And is it an obvious problem that I ship Syd with any cousin 🐻 that breathes (she can't help that she's so charismatic and wifey 🤷🏿‍♂️)? Yes, yes. Clearly indicative of a hashtag normal person, very well adjusted yes.

[ultimate-soldier-soldier]

AN INTRODUCTION!!!

So you maggots wanna talk to the Ultimate Soldier, eh? Well, no problem!! Those Monosingers can't stop me, Soldier from talking to people!! ASK ME ANYTHING! ESPECIALLY ABOUT AMERICA!!!

(Rules are the same as the one on Lambert's blog! No NSFW since minors are in this fangan, no politics, no bigotry!)

Run by @sydsfandomhub!

Tags:

#LISTEN UP MAGGOTS! - Answering Asks

#Off-Duty - Daily Life

#On the Clock - Deadly Life

#ATTENHUT!- Trials

#DROP AND GIVE ME 20!- General RP/Chatting

# Syd Speaks- ooc

Overall fangan- @fandomronpa-monosingers

[ultimate-savior-lambert]

Introduction!

What an interesting turn of events.. I am Lambert, the Ultimate Savior, and one of the participants of this strange game made by the Monosingers! Savior? Well, the people of my community to seem to call me that, hehehe... Perhaps you'd like to join in?

(Rules are no nsfw (minors following!), no slurs, no homo/trans/xenophobia, and try to keep politics off this blog please!)

Run by @sydsfandomhub!

Tags:

#No baaad questions- Answering Asks

#Tending to tasks- Daily Life

#A follower lost- Deadly Life

#Gather round, everyone- Trials

#The Lamb Speaks- General RP/Chatter

#Syd Speaks- ooc dialogue

The Fangan: @fandomronpa-monosingers

[sacred-sins]

It’s Sinday, so feel free to come mess with any of my muses in asks or otherwise!

(For reference: muses are Odin, Ophelia, Lyn, Boey, Mae, L’Arachel, Micaiah, and Nephenee!)

[sinfulmessiah]

Look who did the thing.

[iwatodai-messiah-moving]

Big Announcement

I would like to inform you all that... I finally did it. I’ve made a standalone blog for Minato, and it can be found right here. Same URL but without the dash for now, until I can think of a better URL. I don’t plan on deleting this blog, but I do plan to eventually unfollow people and refollow them over there instead, letting this blog sit as storage for all my old threads.

So, if you’re still interested, head on over there. My promo is going up right after this post does, so reblog from there to spread the word.

[heroic-blood]

so hear me out. what if i added the Boy

[iwatodaimessiah]

Sorry to disappear for a bit, but I’m back to say: that new trailer has officially sold me on the new cast for P3 Reload. Everyone sounds so good, especially Mitsuru and Akihiko. I’m so ready to experience this game again with this voice cast, if they’re this good the entire game.

[propertyofkylar]

a visit with the princess - f!sydney x f!kylar (royalty au)

word count: 2210

tags/warnings: TOXIC YURI, my royalty au, thigh riding, humping, kylar's kinda ooc i think but just imagine a world where she got yandere over sydney instead of pc and it's fine, a squint of homophobia from religious syd

The two young ladies sat awkwardly across from each other in the sitting room. 

Somehow, without either of their input, it had been decided that the two should get together as a sign of unity and allyship. So, here they were. Two childhood friends who hadn’t spoken in years. Sydney and Kylar, staring uncomfortably away from each other as their tea grew colder by the second. 

Sydney examined the girl who had once been her closest friend, the girl currently staring out the window and adamantly away from Sydney. She remembered quite well being young together. How one day, she was forbidden to see her best friend ever again. Things had changed, as evidenced by the two sitting in the same room together. But the tension lingered. 

Kylar looked well enough. Though years had passed, she was the same beautiful girl as ever. Her dark hair was braided, though the braids were fuzzy and coming apart. Her dress was clean, but was clearly old. It made Sydney wonder what she had been through these past few years. Not that Kylar would tell her. 

And it wasn’t for lack of trying. Every time Sydney tried to speak, Kylar fixed her with a glare so severe that it made the girl wilt. So the only sounds in the room were the occasional sips of tea and crunching of biscuits. Even the girls’ personal maids - themselves well-acquainted from Sydney and Kylar’s earlier days - were huddled in a corner together, whispering, clearly uneasy. 

Sydney picked up a jam-filled cookie and studied it closely. She let the sweet flavors spread across her tongue as she took a bite. And very hesitantly, she turned to face Kylar. “Is this–” Sydney’s voice cracked, and she cleared her throat quickly. “Is this what I think it is? Do you still have the same cook…?”

Kylar frowned at the cookie Sydney was waving in the air, but at least she was looking at her now. “Yes,” Kylar said after a beat. “She…she made those specifically for you when she heard you were coming.”

Sydney couldn’t control the wide grin forming on her face. “Really? She remembered?”

Kylar didn’t respond. But Sydney decided to keep going. 

“Do you remember when we were little? And we snuck into the kitchen and ate so many sweets? I don’t think I’ve ever been scolded that badly,” Sydney couldn’t help but giggle as she fondly recalled the cherished memory. 

Then, she saw it. She knew what she saw. A ghost of a smile flashed on Kylar’s face. It was brief, but Sydney was sure it was there. 

“…yeah,” Kylar grumbled. “I think I still have trouble sitting after what mother put me through.”

This time, Sydney full on laughed. And Kylar looked at her incredulously, her mouth slightly agape. She wanted to say something. But she wouldn’t let herself. 

“Oh, I knew it! I could recognize this flavor anywhere,” Sydney beamed, finishing the cookie and quickly grabbing another. Kylar watched her, silently sipping her tea. “Please give her my regards.”

Kylar didn’t say anything. The two returned to their silence again, but the awkward tension had dissipated ever so slightly. 

As Kylar finished her tea, she had balled up part of her skirt in her fist, and her other hand was shaking as she set her cup down. “U-um,” she began, and immediately had Sydney’s full attention. “Would you like to see the gardens? I remember you liked them…”

Though Kylar’s face was sullen, Sydney’s heart swelled with joy - she had personally remembered something about her!

“I would,” Sydney replied. “I really, truly would.”

And so, just as they had done many years before, the two girls dashed outside to stroll through the manor’s luxurious gardens. 

They weren’t quite as Sydney had remembered. The flowers were in need of pruning, and the shrubbery was overgrown. It clearly hadn’t been totally abandoned, but obviously wasn’t being taken care of nearly as well as it had been in the past. 

Still, it was beautiful to Sydney. She wandered in awe, fondly remembering the hours spent here as a child. 

“Sorry that it’s kinda messy,” Kylar mumbled, picking at a loose thread on her sleeve.

“Oh, no!” Sydney replied so quickly and forcefully that Kylar couldn’t hide how taken aback she was. “It’s as lovely as ever!”

Kylar turned away, but Sydney thought she saw the hint of a blush creeping across her cheeks. 

“I remember playing hide-and-seek with you in these gardens,” Sydney said with a fond smile. “But you were always so much better at hiding!”

Kylar shrugged, still picking at that loose thread. “Well, I-I mean, I live here, so…”

Sydney nodded as the two of them continued their stroll. With every step, the atmosphere became more comfortable and inviting. With every step, the two girls grew closer. 

She turned to look at her childhood best friend and was surprised to see Kylar looking straight at her. There was an intensity in her eyes and while a blush crept across her face, she seemed to be willing herself to keep looking at Sydney. She offered the girl a small smile and felt something brush against the back of her hand. 

Kylar’s fingers were entwining with hers. Just as they did, so many years ago. 

The touch triggered memories in Sydney, of hours spent walking hand-in-hand. So she said nothing and simply let their hands meet. 

Sydney could hardly believe it. Kylar’s small, slightly clammy hand was in her warmer one. Her heart started racing and she wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it just made her that happy. 

She stopped to examine the length of rose bushes, breathing in the sweet smell that brought her back to her younger years. A smile stretched across her face as she looked at the stunning pink and red blooms. With her free hand, she stroked a delicate petal. “I can’t tell you how much I missed these,” she said. “They’re so much bigger than the ones at the temple, and–”

But Sydney was cut off when she turned to Kylar and fully took in the look on her face. There was a heat in her eyes, and her lips were slightly parted. It was magnetic. 

“Kylar, are you…” Sydney trailed off as Kylar’s eyes darted around the garden. Sydney wasn’t sure what she was looking for. But then, Kylar nodded. 

And her lips were on hers. 

It wasn’t very romantic, and it wasn’t very good. Sydney assumed that Kylar had never kissed anyone before (much like herself) and her lips were hard and unmoving. Sydney’s were as well, but that was because she hadn’t been expecting her childhood best friend to kiss her suddenly. 

Sydney expected the girl’s face to be bright red when she pulled away, but it was ashen. Kylar looked like she was going to be sick. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t know why I did that.”

Obviously, Sydney didn’t know why either. But honestly, she didn’t hate it. So she bent over and kissed her friend again. 

Kylar pressed her hands against Sydney’s stomach, while Sydney took Kylar’s face in her hands. Sydney parted her lips and the kiss deepened, and though it was so awkward and so clumsy, it felt right. 

But then, Sydney came to her senses. She pulled away so quickly that she stumbled slightly backwards. 

“Wait,” Sydney said, gasping for air like a fish out of water. “Wait, wait.”

An odd feeling she had never felt before was stirring in the pit of her stomach. Images flashed in her mind. The bishop. Jordan. Her own late mother. This was what they had warned her about her whole life. This was that dangerous, sinful lust. 

Kylar was peering up at her, her cheeks reddened and her bottom lip pouting. Her eyes were wide and dark. There was no other way Sydney could describe it - she simply looked appetizing. But she shook her head. 

“We can’t do this,” Sydney said, suddenly feeling like she was choking. “It’s…it’s wrong.” She tried to push her friend away, but couldn’t find the strength to do more than place her hands on Kylar’s shoulders. 

Kylar frowned, her eyes narrowing. “You really still believe in that stuff?”

A spark of anger coursed through Sydney’s body at that. Her thoughts were frenzied. “Yes - the church says it’s wrong - and we’re two GIRLS, even - we cannot fall into lust - just because you abandoned the church doesn’t mean you get to - ”

She stopped at the look of rage in Kylar’s eyes. “I didn’t abandon the church,” she said simply. “The church abandoned me.”

And with that, Kylar stood on her tiptoes and kissed Sydney again. 

This kiss was more passionate and almost violent. The girls’ teeth clashed against each other, Kylar’s tongue swirling in Sydney’s mouth. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was…glorious. 

Kylar pressed her body against hers and she could feel the heat through their layers of dresses. Kylar’s breasts moved against her own. When Kylar bit down on her lower lip, she let out a half-yelp, half-moan. 

Was this real? Was this actually happening? Was Sydney kissing her childhood best friend, whom she hadn’t seen in years, in a private corner of her manor’s garden? 

And if it was supposed to be wrong, why did it feel so amazing? What else were they hiding from her?

Sydney pushed that thought aside for now and turned her focus back on the warm girl she had in front of her. 

Kylar pushed her down onto a bench and hiked Sydney’s skirt up to her waist before lifting her own up and straddling her. Something hot and wet was touching Sydney’s thigh, and she shuddered when she realized what it was. 

“We can’t be doing this,” Sydney mumbled against Kylar’s hot mouth, but neither girl made any effort to move. 

Kylar’s knee bumped against Sydney’s core and she realized that, more importantly, they couldn’t. Kylar pulled back slightly, her head tilted. 

“You wear one of those things?” Kylar asked. Sydney flushed. Never before had she considered that her chastity belt would cause problems. She felt embarrassed by it. 

“S-sister Jordan said I needed to protect my purity…” she replied shyly. 

Kylar sighed and pressed her knee against where the belt covered Sydney’s most sensitive spot. It made the girl gasp. Kylar smirked. Seems that the belt wasn’t entirely useful when it came to preventing lustful actions. 

As the two of them continued kissing passionately, Kylar began to move on Sydney’s thigh, panting into the other girl’s mouth as she did so. And every time she grinded down on Sydney’s leg, her knee pushed against the belt, sending a jolt of pleasure in the area Sydney had long been forbidden to touch. Her thoughts were incoherent, dizzy and jumbled thanks to this brand new feeling. But one thought managed to cut through the rest…what else were they hiding from her, if this felt so good?

Both girls were gasping in a stuttered way, moaning into the other’s mouth as Kylar’s movements grew more and more frenzied. “W-wait,” Sydney practically yelped, but this time she wasn’t trying to stop. “It feels…it feels so good…I feel like I’m gonna explode…”

That was when Sydney climaxed for the first time in her life. Her mind went entirely blank and she squeezed her eyes shut, bright lights dancing behind her eyelids. She felt her body seize up and her belt became uncomfortably wet.

Kylar did not stop or even slow down. Sydney opened her eyes to look at the girl and found her tantalizing in a way she could have never imagined. Her own eyes were shut, her face bright red and her lips swollen. Sweat dripped down her brow and her hair was fuzzy where it was coming out of her braids, but the way the sun backlit her in the garden made her look like she was glowing. Like an angel, come to life. 

“O-oh,” Kylar moaned, rocking back and forth. “Feels s’good!” 

The smaller girl let out a high-pitched whine as she evidently hit her own climax, her hips starting to slow down as Sydney felt a rush of sticky liquid coat her upper thigh. Then, both breathing heavily, the two girls looked at each other quite seriously - and then burst into a fit of giggles.

“That was…” Sydney was at a loss for words. “I didn’t know that was possible. I didn’t know that was something people could even do!”

Kylar smiled and suddenly, she looked much younger and more full of life than Sydney had seen all day. It made Sydney forget how uncomfortably wet and sticky she was, and how she was going to hide what she had done from her maid when they left. Kylar threw her arms around Sydney’s shoulders and buried her face in the crook of her neck. 

“Thank you for coming to visit,” she said in a small voice. Sydney pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

“I’d like to come by again soon, if you’ll have me,” she said in response, and she could feel Kylar smile against her skin. 

“Yeah,” she said softly. “I’d like that.”

And the two of them sat in silence after that.

[liveshaunteda]

do you ever cry bc stan’s lived in brownsville his whole life, and no one, not a fucking soul has picked up on the abuse he has been going through? because i fucking do.

[plantesper]

i do work tonight. as in i need to get ready to leave [checks watch] basically right now. but i will be here over the next few days to get things set up properly again, even as work threatens to take me out with exhaustion.