#these tags are so FUCKING long. why'd I say all that.

[sevicia]

Thinking of the way other kids treated me when I was in school makes me crazy like why'd they do all that 😭

& it wasn't even that bad I have always just been really really sensitive. SAD.

It only got physical a few times too like how long has it been, 6? 7 years? And I'm still hung up on it somehow

It's actually so fucked up how whatever you go through as a child will Literally change you forever, can't I like... scrape those parts off.... and be a normal fucking person for once 😭

[your-local-narc]

TW: vent, physical neglect, suic*de, self harm

Long story short: I thought my dad was going to make dinner when I went to his house so I didn't eat dinner with my grandparents and then when he came to pick me up he said "I'm disappointed you haven't eaten dinner yet".

Like sorry for trying to do the right thing I guess???

Vent continued in the tags

[yougavememyopia]

Can we pls get more of masochist yandere I love him so much!!

For you anon <3

Tags: PT.1, dirty talk, he's trying so hard to seduce you, bunny costume, "miss/mistress," 18+

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“Hey roomie~ I wanna show you this new thing I bought. I hope you'll like it!” You groaned at the sound of the cheery high-pitched voice, hating how sweet his voice sounded. You could practically hear him jumping from excitement. His foot lightly tapping the ground in impatience. "I wore it all for you, y'know? It'd be rude if you didn't look."

You hummed, unamused. "Don't tell me it's another one of those shirts that says 'I belong to her' or whatever. Those were fucking childish."

Scrolling through your phone, you didn't bother making eye contact. A part of you enjoying the exaggerated whine coming from him. "First of all, mean! Second, it's nothing like that. It's totally different. Come on, come on. Look at me! Please. Pretty please?"

A tired sigh unintentionally escaped your lips. All he ever caused was annoyance and a headache. You finally took one glance at him before going back to your device. Pausing for a second to register what you saw. Your eyes traveling back to his figure, scanning him up and down from his bare thighs to his exposed collarbone. He was wearing black over-the-knee socks, with a bunny costume tightly hugging his torso. Accessorized with detachable white cuffs and collar with a set of fluffy ears and tail to complete the look.

“Ta-da~ Don't I just look so cute? Hm?” He brought his hands cheeks and posed for you, one of his legs lifted in the air behind him.

"W-what the hell?!" The words left in a mumble. An unexplainable feeling stopping you from looking away. "I should've predicted that you were gonna do something like this."

He had recently convinced you to let him move in with you. Surprising you by breaking into your house with a smile and a prepared meal on the table. Proving his commitment by coming day after day until you gave in. The long romantic dates, the humiliating begging by your feet— all finally worth it when you helped him unpack his boxes.

You finally managed to turn your head. Trying to find something interesting on your phone to distract you from what you saw.

"Awe, come on! Why'd ya look away? It's good material and I got it at a good price! Don't tell me you don't like it..." His words weren't a way to guilt-trip you, but instead an accusation. As if he knew, without a doubt, that it was something you liked.

Realization settled in. "Have you been going through my phone, you fucking creep?"

"Mhm, you know I have. There I was, on my nightly visit to your bedroom, when I saw that someone forgot to close their incognito tabs. It was a real treat~" He giggled evilly, the teasing grin on his face growing as your eyes widened. In a chilling whisper, he said, "I know how filthy your thoughts are. There's nothing you can hide from me." His hands rested on the couch armrest while he leaned down to kiss your cheek. Making a 'mwah' noise before pulling away.

You involuntarily gulped. An embarrassed warmth flushing your cheeks and some place else. "That is a huge invasion of privacy, you asshole! Shit. How did you even managed to guess my password— no, what the fuck do you do during your nightly visits?!"

"ANYWAY, we never take anything further than kissing... And I'm tired of jerking off. So I thought this will help our relationship. I mean, seriously, don't I look fuckable?" He turned around to show you a view of his backside. Harshly slapping his barely-covered bum. "I would fuck me."

"I have a lot more self control than you think. We won't do anything of the sorts. Our relationship, if you can even call it that, needs more time. I don't fucking know how to love an annoying shit like you."

"But don't you want to have a good time? Again, with your tenseness... You need to relax. Making out is really nice and all, but it causes a problem down there... y'know?" He gave you a sly grin. It made you recall the times you caught him with your panties stuffed in his face. "I hope you didn't forget you're the one responsible, so for once, take care of it! It's all your fault."

He plopped down on the couch with crossed arms, the force of his anger bouncing the cushions slightly. A pout on his lips and a playful glare in his eyes. He circled his arms around your shoulders. Giving you a hug from the side and starting his whining. "I'm impatient, roomie~ Dammit, please! Please, please, please! I feel like I'm gonna EXPLODE soon. Augh!!"

"..." You refused to even look at him. Afraid of the flutter in your heart growing.

He continued, taking advantage of your silence to persuade you. "Don't you wonder what I sound like in bed? Don't wanna know how I'd moan your name?" He leaned in way closer. Your body stiffening at the breath fanning your face. A shiver sent right down your spine when he moaned in your ear. "Oh please, miss, please fuck me faster~ Ah~!"

You couldn't look at him, quietly mumbling a curse in defeat. Hands clutching your pants. Hoping he didn't hear how your voice shook. The truth was, you didn't want to deny him any longer, conflicted with how soft you were becoming to him. A part of you wanting to just throw him over and ride him, yet another, more sadistic part wanting to make him cry frustrated tears and beg you to just let him hump your leg. Ultimately, you were unable to stop the dirty scenarios flooding your head. The feeling of arousal growing longer by the minute when his lustful eyes met yours.

You mustered up your strength, "no."

"N-no?" His eyes widened in shock. He thought he had you convinced with his amazing performance.

"No."

You pushed him off of you. Immediately going on your phone. He exhaled a loud huff and leaned back against the couch, arms hugging himself instead. Blankness crossing his features. Why were you so difficult?

A few seconds of silence was shared until he got a new, brilliant idea.

He cleared his throat. Adjusting his fake bow and pushing a random object off the coffee table. "Oops! Better get that~"

He bent down in front of you, in a way that his round buttocks rubbed against your lap. Another way to evoke you.

"Answer's fucking no. Horny bitch." You kicked him away and he gasped in surprise. Dramatically humphing. Slowly losing his cool.

He stood up straight and stomped his feet to the ground. The sexy bunny outfit not making this situation any easier. He came off as adorable, rather than threatening.

"You aren't impressed by my big ass? I worked hard on it, y'know. Don't you just want to hit it? Punish me for dressing so naughty? I won't stop until you put me in my place. There are sooo many other outfits I can try on. So just spank me already! I won't give up. If this doesn't work, I'll just try again and again and a— Who are you texting? I swear I'll find them and kill them! You're supposed to pay attention to ME!"

His hands formed fists when you didn't respond. Fuck, he was getting tired of this. An exhausted moan left his mouth. He fell to his knees in front of you, burying his face in between your tights. Soft cheek nuzzling up against your leg. "Please. Just head pats. At least praise me, call me your bunny. I'll be satisfied with that..."

Finally, you put your phone away. A surge of satisfaction in your chest at how you made him docile only by ignoring him. Your fingers grazed the tip of the fluffy fake ear. Pathetic eyes looked up to observe your movements. Silently asking for more affection.

"Good pet." You praised. Your hand lightly scratching the back of his head. "That's so much better. You were gonna give me a fucking headache with all that whining."

"Ahh, it hurts." He looked so pitiful as he whimpered.

"What hurts, bun?"

A lazy smirk formed on his face. "My pants... they feel so tight~"

You rolled your eyes, You felt a bit dumb for thinking he was actually going to be satisfied with mere praise. Your grip became harsh, fingers tugging the strands of his hair up. He moaned— his eyes closed in pleasure while his bulge twitched against your leg.

"M-mistress, please..." He begged as your spit landed on his lips. He licked the liquid slowly, not breaking the eye contact. Groaning at the humiliating act. "Don't you wanna let me use my skillful tongue on you? Please just sit on my face. I want to taste you, so so so bad!"

"Licking my panties isn't enough for you anymore? Huh? Did you get bored of them that fast? Pity." You teased, pulling one last time before letting go of his head.

He winced. Fixing his hair, and soothing it with pets. "Miss, you treat your poor bunny so harshly. Not that I don't like it. Can I... tell you a secret? I'm wearing a pair of your underwear right now~"

"Ugh, you fucking disgust me." Your insult only caused him to greedily grind his hardness to your leg faster. He loved the look on your face. "Shit. Stop moving your hips!"

"Mmh, but I want relief, miss. I need it."

A harsh slap rang through the room. He gulped. His movements immediately stopping to obey you. "You'll get relief when I fucking give you permission. Understand that, dumb rabbit?"

"Finally— I mean, yes, mistress. Anything you say!" An endearing smile reached his eyes. "You have no idea how long I waited for this~"

You, too, felt excited. Thoughts swimming through your head about how you'll proceed with this. His fingers spread out to form a V, his tongue flicking up and down between them, giving you an idea of what you wanted to do. Thighs clenching together as you imagined it in your head. "Maybe we'll finally see whether you were lying about your skills, hm?"

[tokkiwrites]

CARE FOR SOME COOKiES?

in which Tangerine has had a not so healthy obsession for the girl next door for a while now & he finally gets what he wants.

tags: neighbor tan, smut, mean (kind of) dom tangerine, afab reader, sub reader, degradation, bdsm themes, dumbification of reader, unprotected sex (p in v) + more. just filthy filthy smut :p

the way her soft locks fell onto her round shoulders, covering her pretty neck. the way she always sheepishly tucked a piece behind her ear every time she saw him. it wasn't hard to see that he was long gone now.

the small crush has turned into something more. he hates it because he'd rather not want to fantasize about her all night long, but the thin walls provide him with utmost sounds when she touches herself late at night. it's not his fault she is so pretty and delicate, oblivious even to how she makes his heart beat so fast and how quickly he gets hard only at the sight of her.

he is taken out of his deep thinking state when the sound of someone knocking on his door causes him to jolt out of his seat.

"fuckin' hell, mate. who is it at this hour..?"

he rubs the bridge of his nose before opening the front door, ready to tear through whoever thought it was a good idea to bother him at 9pm on a Thursday night.

"the fuck ya wan-" he stops before he could finish his sentence, as behind the door was his dream come true of a woman. the smell of warm brown sugar and her jasmine perfume mix in the air, invading his lungs.

"hi, neighbor! care for some cookies?" she lets out the cutest giggle ever known to man, and tangerine feels like he could eat her then and there. she was dressed in a floral pink dress that reached her mid thigh, her hair in two messy pigtails, and splotches of flower scattered on her face and the top of the dress.

he looks at her up and down, quirking his eyebrows up before smiling and finally saying something. he was so lost at the sight of her. and he wasn't the only one in that position. y/n could barely mutter the words when she first saw him, only in a pair of dark sweatpants. no shirt, no nothing. just his perfectly messy curly hair and his way too good-looking mustache.

"hey, luv." tangerine tries to play his usual, confident and cocky self, which works because as soon as those words left his mouth y/n's legs felt like jelly, she swears her stomach just did a backflip.

"ya baked cookies, huh?" he teases.

"i mean...i tried! promise i didn't poison them!" she tilts her head up, trying to hand him the plate full warm strawberry crumble cookies.

"thanks, luv. care for a cup of tea? i think it'll go perfectly with your cookies."

she could die right now, cheeks oh so red, much like the strawberry jam in those cookies.

"that'd be nice-- I'd like that." she hums, nodding her head in agreement as tangerine motions her to enter his apartment.

it smelled so much like him. It felt like a big warm embrace, much like the ones she was fantasizing about all those nights she couldn't keep quiet.

" It's so pretty in here!"

" yeah, 's my mates work, Lemon. He has a keen eye for...decor, i suppose."

another giggle slips through her rosy and round lips. it feels like someone punched him in the stomach. and head. and heart. and gave him a magic potion because the effect this girl had on him was truly incomprehensible.

"uh- why don't ya sit down, darlin', yeah? and ill make us both some tea."

"sounds great!" she scurried into the nearest armchair, settling the plate of cookies on the coffee table right in front of her.

after some moments pass the tall bloke returns with two mugs filled with warm tea. as he places them down on the table he sits down opposite of y/n, his eyes never leaving her thighs, barely covered by that dress.

"so-" he makes a pause before smiling up at her "why'd you bring me the cookies?"

y/n smiles shyly before finally blurting out her thoughts.

"you always seem so grumpy, especially when you come home from work. and you seemed lonely... n i just wanted to sweeten up your week just a little bit."

someone better give this man an award for self control, because it takes so much will power for him to not just ravage the adorable bundle in front of him.

nonetheless, he leans his elbows on his knees and rests his chin on the knuckles of his hands. "oh?"

"that so?" he asks, a little chuckle after that.

"yeah...please dont get mad that i called you grumpy! and implying that you have no friends! its not what i meant, i just-"

"i know, luv, its fine. thank you for thinking about me. but you don't have to fill that pretty little head of yours with worries, yeah?"

that's it, she might as well let her heart jump out of her chest and run a marathon, because the way her heartbeat was increasing every second wasn't normal.

"can you at least try the cookies..?"

"yeah, darlin'." he smiles before reaching and grabbing one of the small cookies. heart shaped? god, even the cookies she makes are just as adorable. he bites in and his tastebuds are immediately flooded with the taste of strawberries, his eyes widening in response.

"a-are they bad?" y/n asks, anxiously

bad? that small bite tasted like heaven. he swears this girl is some kind of love witch.

"god, y/n. are you kidding? these are bloody amazing." after that, he started stuffing his face with more cookies, crumbs getting caught in his mustache.

"I'm so happy you like them..." her heart skips a beat, as she sips from her tea, so in trance that she manages to slip the cup through her fingers, splattering the tea all over herself and tangerines leather armchair.

"oh my god!" she yelps, embarrassed of herself, blood rushing to her face

" ya okay, luv?" tangerine worried, gets up from his place, grabbing a rag and quickly leaning in front of y/n "wasn't too hot, yeah? didn't burn yourself?"

"m fine, just embarrassed.." she puffs out her cheeks "even ruined your chiar."

"hey, darlin, don't worry, its leather, one wipe with water and its okay, yeah?

he reaches in and stars wiping her wet things with the rag, his rough fingers brushing agains her blushed skin. as he reached her inner thighs, he looks her dead in the eyes, only to find a flustered y/n looking at him with those doe eyes of hers that drive him mad.

without even thinking he presses his other hand onto her thighs, pulling himself up and hovering over her, his hands now gripping the arm rests of the chair.

how much he's dreamed of this, to see her all red and flushed under him, unable to say anything.

"y'okay, doll?" he smirks rather darkly, his face inching closer to hers.

she bites the inside of her cheeks, nodding as she couldn't believe what was happening. was she dreaming? was she imagining things? she caught herself off guard as she whispered bashfully "you can kiss me.."

"what?"

her eyes widened as she heard what she said, whole body now cemented in place by embarrassment.

"n-nothing, i-"

"do you really want me to, luv?"

she chokes on her breath, a timid yes slipping past her lips.

"i wanna hear ya say it, doll. what do you want me to do, huh?"

"want you to k-iss me." she couldn't believe herself.

this was it, the moment tangerine has been waiting for months. he has her now, and it'll take certainly more than a kiss to satiate his deep hunger for her.

"oh, luv. I'm so thankful you asked me to. i didn't know how much i could hold myself back."

he licks his lips, scanning her again, all stone still and flustered under him.

"when I saw you...the way you look right now. did it on purpose? huh? wanted to get a reaction out of me?"

she breathes heavily, before nodding her head, the hem of her wet dress twirling between her fingers.

"my sweet girl. you've no idea how little you need to do just to get me goin'."

"i d-do..?"

"you don't seem to understand, luv. you're deep inside my skin, my veins, my bones. you're everything my soul has yearned for all this time. since the moment i saw you."

he growls before finally leaning down and kissing her with an insatiable thirst. grabbing her by the hips he swiftly changes their position, placing y/n atop of his lap.

the feeling of his calloused palms all over her skin was indescribable, it was just like those many dreams she had of him. after a few more minutes tangerine pulls out of the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

he smirks, tracing y/n's skin with his fingers before speaking up.

"you wanna keep goin', love? want me to stop?"

"no! p-lease don't..."

"as you wish, doll. promise ill be gentle, yeah?"

he's interrupted by y/n's soft voice "please, don't.."

she gulps before finally continuing "don't be gentle...w-ant you to use me. p-lease?"

he scoffed, feeling himself getting harder and harder "that so? wanna be my little abuse doll?"

"y-yes.."

"y'know, y/n, never thought you'd be like this. i mean, you look so innocent and bubbly. but i guess..." he trails off before wrapping his large hand around her throat, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear "-thats just a mask, yeah? you're actually a dumb pup who wants to be used, no."

y/n whimpers, eagerly nodding her head and leaning into tangerines touch. "y-es" she manages to choke out, before she feels a strong tug on one of her pigtails, pulling her to the floor, kneeling at tangerines feet.

"then get to it, doll." he smirks before motioning y/n closer to his crotch. "c'mon, dont make me ask twice."

she places her palms at the hem of his pants, before pulling them down alongside his boxers. she jumped slightly as she saw what was expecting her. she couldn't believe her eyes, how is she going to fit all that in?

"what's wrong, luv?" he asks almost on a mocking tone.

"t-too big."

"you'll manage." he pats her head before tugging at her hair again. she whimpers at the gesture before leaning in closer. looking up as if asking for approval, she wraps her lips around the tip of his thick shaft.

"fuckin hell-" he bites his lower lip as he simultaneously pushes y/n's head further down, making her whine on it "yeah, just like that. c'mon darlin..." his head falls back, hips buckling up into a steady thrust, the only sounds filling the room being tangerines groans and y/n's soft moans.

the few minutes that flew by felt like more to y/n, her jaw wincing in pain from the size of tangeries shaft. even so, it fit perfectly in her mouth, he thought -- oh, how much he dreamed of this moment, having her like this, on her knees ready to take him. his mind went hazy as he felt his orgasm approaching. grabbing y/n by the back of her head, he pushed in further, thrusting one final time before finally releasing himself in her warm mouth.

after coming down from his high, he looked back down at y/n. "fuck." he muttered as he felt himself harden again at the sight: her rosy cheeks tainted by tears, lips swollen, semen and drool covering them and her chin.

"you're so pretty like this, luv. so pretty with your mouth full" he chuckles before swiftly picking her up and setting her on the armchair, tangerine towering above.

"did i do good..?" she flutters her eyelashes, averting the man's gaze. he smirks, leaning down to trail his lips along her neck up to her ear. "so good, doll." his rough palm settles on y/n's tigh, slowly inching it closer to the hem of the panties she was wearing.

"y'okay, luv? you wanna continue?" he stops himself for a little "sure you wanna do this?"

there was a short pause before she finally spoke, "Please." he furrows his brows before smiling cunningly. "Please what, darlin?"

"Please...need you in me-" she whimpers, rubbing her blushed thighs together. he scoffed before finally ripping off her white panties clean off, pulling her down so her head was almost on the seat cushion. "All right, doll."

his fingers danced around her thighs before finally reaching her bud, glistening from how wet she was. he glides his fingers down her lips, letting out a low growl. "fuck, doll, you're so so wet. for me, yeah? my pretty fuck toy..."

"j-just for you, tan..." she leans into his touch, prompting him to plunge his digits into her warmth. she moans, a shiver running down her spine. his hand stars to move slowly -- one finger, then two...the third brought her to a haze, she'd never felt so good, let alone from just someone's fingers.

"there...think ya ready, luv?" he asks, positioning himself in front of her entrance. a soft "yes" left her lips before he pushed in, groaning from the tightness. y/n wraps her legs around his waist and digs her fingers into the leather of the armchair.

"f-fuck, doll-" he moans, indulging further into her, his lips wrapping around her neck and palms roaming her breasts. after a few strokes, he grabs her ankles, pulling her down fully on her back, legs now on both sides of his head.

she sobs, his large shaft hitting so deep inside of her it made her see stars. "o-oh my god-" she whimpers as tangerine becomes more erratic and brutal, plunging into her aggressively.

one hand was wrapped around y/n's ankle and the other rapidly around her throat, making her gasp, pleasure clouding her already blurred mind.

after some more minutes of tangerine ruthlessly using y/n as he pleased, she was reduced to nothing but a drooling, incoherent mess, just as he always imagined.

"in m-me-" she mewls "i want y-ou to finish-- in me.."

tangerine was feeling himself getting closer to reaching his orgasm, both hands now gripping tightly on y/n's plushy thighs. "i want you to cum on my cock, doll." he grunts "c'mon- for me."

her legs twitched, whole body going limp as she finally finished, her walls tightening around his winching member, causing tangerine to release, painting her inner walls with white ribbons.

they both pant, none of them moving a muscle. after a couple of minutes tangerine pulls out, making y/n gasp at the emptiness. "filled you up so good, eh luv?"

a bright red blush creeps on her stained cheeks, as she tries to close her legs but to no avail. "think you dislocated my legs, actually." she lets out a gentle giggle as tangerine picks her up from the armchair.

"Let's get ya cleaned up, darlin, then we can finally eat those cookies."

⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾‎ 토끼's NOTE : sorry for any grammatical errors its also my first time posting here AAAAAA !!! this has 2585 words. hope u guys liked it cuz it made me feel some type of way lmao

[lohotine]

AN: I'm ashamed to say that I'd let him do these things to me. ANYWAY ♡

(Bro do yall want a Shadow Milk version of this- 😳)

Affogato Cookie x Reader

Onesot

Warnings: Suggestive scenes, collaring, praise, degrading, cock warming, mirror fucking, orgasm denial, choking, oral

-Pet-

How did you end up like this?

Sitting on the lap of the Royal Advisor..

"You're such a pretty little thing~" He'd coo while running his fingers through your hair.

"Aren't you just so lucky to belong to someone like me?"

His delicate fingers trailed down your jaw, then across your collar bone before taking hold of the tag at the end of your collar.

A hitched breath would escape your mouth as you squeezed around his length a bit tighter.

Oh how you wished he'd let you move already...

He tugged on the collar around your neck.

"Such a needy little pet. You need me that badly?" Affogato would ask with that wry smile.

You would nod your head frantically, just desperate for his cock.

"Come now, use your words."

"P- please-"

Affogato kept looking at you with those snide eyes.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me. I want to move, I need you so badly-" you managed to choke out between heavy breaths.

"What a desperate little slut... But since you want it so badly," he leaned closer to you. His breath was hot on your neck before he whispered into your ear. "Work for it."

At his command, you'd start to move up and down, bouncing on his hard cock. His hands were planted firmly on your hips, guiding you subtly.

Affogato would let out a groan before speaking once again.

"On the ground, ass up." His normal taunting tone was no longer present, and he stared at you coldly.

"W- what-?" You'd asked in confusion as he prevented you from moving more.

"Don't act stupid. You wanted me to fuck you, remeber?"

You swallowed with a flushed face before complying with his order. It'd be humiliating if you weren't looking forward to it.

"I just love your obedience.." He'd jest before grabbing your hips again.

He lined himself up with your entrance behind you, slowly and teasingly pressing his tip in and out of you.

Your pussy would squelch, as you repeatedly clutch around nothing.

"Don't tease.." You'd mindlessly mumble.

Affogato would smirk in an amused manner before finnaly pushing all the way into you.

He didn't start slow either. Affogato went at a fast and brutal pace, leaving you breathess. He went in and out of you as his nails dug into your sides.

You'd whine and moan as he trusted into you with no remorse, and your arms and legs would shake.

Affogato grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged it so that you looked out in front of you.

It was a mirror, and a perfect view of your fucked out face reflected in it.

"My my, you're such a needy little whore..." Affogato would say while enjoying your expression from the mirror.

How embarrassing it is to be seeing yourself like this... but it couldn't be helped.

Somehow, he managed to hit all of the good spots inside of your spongey walls. The orgasm inside of you was building up more and more.

"God, you're taking me so well." He'd moan out, beginning to get closer himself.

Your sounds would get louder, and you breathe heavier and with more need.

Suddenly, he stopping moving.

"Wh- why'd you stop?" You asked in a shaky voice.

"You wanna cum? You wanna feel good?" He'd ask tauntingly.

"Yes," you responded meekly.

He tugged on the collar around your neck. "Maybe... after you satisfy me." He pulled out of you and sat back down, waiting for you.

You shakily crawled in-between his legs, looking at his strained cock.

You began to lick at the tip, tasting yourself on it before he grabbed a tuft of your hair and pulled you fully onto him.

You'd choke and tears pricked the sides of you eyes, before you went back to sucking. You licked a long line from his tip to his base before taking in all of him.

Affogato would groan as you skillfully licked and sucked his cock. "That's it. Good girl.." He breathed out.

You'd swirl your tongue around his length, tears sliding down the sides of your face.

That, and from the previous fucking, had already made Affogato extremely close.

It didn't take long for him to release all of it into your mouth, and you slid off of him with a 'pop'.

"Swallow." He commanded as the salty liquid would pool in your mouth. You made sure to not let any of it escape, and swallowed it all.

He grinned, looking at you wryly before pushing you onto your back and lining up with your entrance once again.

"You did such a good job.."

He interted himself into you with a thrust.

Your legs were propped up onto his shoulders, and he was hitting so so deep.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he pounded into you, and the room would be filled with the most sinful, lewd sounds.

The coil inside of you snapped, and you'd release onto him. Slick dribbled down yours and his thighs as he gave you a satisfied grin.

He wouldn't stop though.

"I'm not finished with you yet, love~"

《☆》 Fin

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

26 - Empty The Bottle And Empty My Soul

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley-Owens

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: Alcohol comsumption, medical crap, mentions of suicidal ideation, mentions of SMUT

A/N: This should read like a series of bad dreams that neither Georgia or Tyler can wake up from. Lots of mutual pining and no actions. Don't think that Georgia doesn't feel bad for what she did. She does. Tyler was a fucking mess. Thank you y'all for reading and continung to read! As always comments, likes, reblogs, and any feedback is super appreciated! Hope y'all enjoy this one!

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Tyler laid uncomfortably in his bed, running his hand over the cut on his head. He traced it lightly with his fingertips and it seared with pain when he did. It was throbbing and the pain killers weren't doing shit for him. This was the last time, he vowed, the last time he'd get staples in his head for riding a bull. The last time he'd get stitches for opening up his skin on a fence. The last time he'd get a cast or a sling for breaking something. This was it. He was done. He needed to do something else because now he'd lost the love of his life and his riding career was pretty much over. He wouldn't live long enough to do what he's dreamed of his entire life if he didn't stop.

But he hated all of that. And the part he hated the most was that he'd lost Georgia.

“Why'd she leave?” He asked, sitting up, while groaning in pain.

“All she said was she couldn't lose someone else. I didn't ask her what that meant. I'm so sorry T. She said she loved you.” Boone said, as he shifted in his chair. He knew the biggest thing his friend needed right now was support and it was kind of shitty that Georgia left. She’d probably even admit that. But as the days stretched on and Tyler became more cognizant of what his life was really going to be like for a long while, he even commended her for leaving.

“Well a lotta good that does me now!” He exclaimed, slamming a fist on the bed, Agony radiated throughout his entire body and he yelped. 

“T, easy. Ya gotta chill.” Boone stood and made a calming gesture with his hands. 

“Why Boone? I'm fuckin’ done. I can't walk. Can't go anywhere. What the fuck use am I now? I'm glad she fuckin’ left. She doesn't havta see me like this, all broken and fucked up.” Tyler said, laying back down. He huffed in frustration.

“T, seriously man. It'll be okay. Just gonna be a long road.” Boone said, fidgeting in his seat, uncomfortable at Tyler’s burst of anger. He’d seen the bull rider get mad before but not like this. There was a ferality in his eyes that Boone wasn’t sure he was okay with in that moment.

“Nah, Boone. This is dumb. I...I gotta find somethin’ else man...what am I supposed to do sittin’ in a fuckin’ bed rottin’ away.” Tyler shifted again, grabbing the cup of water from the tray in front of him and chucking it across the room. It landed with a splash and Tyler cried out in pain.

“Tyler...I'm sorry.” Boone didn’t know what to say or do to help his friend, so he decided just being there was going to have to be enough for now.

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“FUCK THIS.” Tyler yelled, throwing the book he’d had his nose in for nearly three hours, across his room. It thudded against the wall and Boone ran up the stairs as quickly as he could. He’d been in the process of making his best friend lunch. Tyler was studying for an exam. A college exam. While he was laid up, he’d decided the best use of his time was to go to school. If he couldn’t exercise his body, at least he could exercise his mind. 

“What’s wrong, T?” Boone burst into the room and saw Tyler wheeling his chair backwards. 

“Fuckin’ cloud microphysics...pissin’ me the fuck off. I don’t get it.” Tyler said, slamming the wheelchair into the bed frame, the impact radiating up through the chair and into Tyler’s taxed body. 

“Can you be a lil’ less aggressive with the chair, T? You’re gonna break it and need a new one.” Boone pulled the chair slightly away from the bed.

“Maybe if I fuckin’ break it they won’t give me a new one.” Tyler glared at him.

“Then how you gon’ get ‘round?” Boone asked, knowing what his friend was hinting at. He would have to let the therapist know.

“I won’t. I’ll just heal or I’ll die. Who cares at this point.” His statement hurt Boone to his core. He knew someone that would care, but damn if he knew how to contact her, He’d tried and it came up as an out of service number. Maybe she had to get a new phone. Maybe she changed her number on purpose. Maybe she stopped paying the bill. There were a million reasons but there was only one that he cared about. Boone was banking on her coming back at some point. It would help Tyler. 

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“You’re gonna graduate in that fuckin�� chair if you don’t start tryin’ a lil’ harder.” Jake said to his brother, offering an arm and that was it. He wanted Tyler to be rageful, so that he would try to stand and maybe punch him. But Tyler had become complacent and it killed Jake to see him this way.

“Do you understand how much pain I’m in?” Tyler asked, glancing at his brother before gripping tightly to his arm.

“I don’t give a fuck. Get up.” Jake scolded him and helped pull him to his feet. “You’re supposed to be trying to walk. Let’s go.” 

“FUCK. It hurts, Jake!” Tyler yelped, nearly collapsing. Jake caught him and pulled him back up.

“I know it does but you have to try.” Jake said, helping Tyler straighten back up. “You wanna fuck a girl again?”

“I mean...yeah...” Tyler’s brows furrowed.

“Then you have to walk!” Jake exclaimed, pulling his hands away from Tyler. He wobbled as Jake backed away. “Walk to me.” Jake said, motioning for Tyler to go toward him. Tyler focused hard on Jake, taking a couple of heavy steps. He sighed and his breath shuddered. Jake stepped over and held his brother. “You’re okay, T. You’re okay.” 

Jake knew he was struggling. Tyler had begun standing in physical therapy but he needed help at home with it. Boone had been able to for a while, but he also had to go back to work so he could make a bit of a living too. Jake had come back from a deployment just in time to help take care of Tyler. 

Tyler couldn’t control his emotions. He began sobbing against Jake’s chest.

“I can’t do this Jake. I’m in so much pain. I just want to end it.” Tyler said between sobs and Jake guided him back to the bed. Tyler folded into his brother like a child, burying his face in his neck.

“You can’t, T. I need my wingman. You can get through this. I know it hurts. I can feel you shaking. But you’ve gotta push through. Its the only way those muscles are gonna come back.” Jake rubbed his brother’s back. Tyler’s muscles were spasming and he was sweating. He’d been in the wheelchair for so many months that most of his muscles had atrophied to a point where any physical activity was difficult. Tyler was thin and weak and it horrified Jake to see his brother that way.

“Jake...if I asked you..” Tyler began and Jake cut him off.

“I’m not helping you end it. I’m helping you live, T. Stop being selfish. You’ve been through harder shit than this. Pull yourself together. For me.” Jake and Tyler’s eyes met. “Do you still want to have a house, and the girl, and kids, and all of that? How you gonna get that  if you don’t get through this.”

“How can I have any of that...she left me.” Tyler said and Jake scoffed.

“She’s not the only girl in the world, T.” Jake said softly.

“No, but she’s the only one I want.” Tyler said.

“How do you know that?” Jake asked.

“When you know, you know. And I fuckin’ know.”  Tyler affirmed and Jake shook his head but then puzzled through a solution.

“Well then T, if she’s the only one for you and you know, then you gotta get her back. You gotta work to do that. She ain’t gonna want a fuckin’ cripple. And you can’t make babies and maintain a house and all that other shit like this. So pull yourself together and remember what you want. If you want all of that, then go get it. Make it happen. Get better so that you can have everything you want.” 

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Tyler had agreed to go on one date, set up by Boone with a girl from his Computer Modeling class. Talia was cute, a tiny blonde with glasses, little tits and a small ass. Not Tyler's type at all. There was only one girl that was his type.

The whole time he was at dinner with her he couldn't help but think of how different she was to Georgia. Tyler, being the stud he was, could barely see past her body. Sure she was smart, probably smarter than him, but all he could think of was what she'd be like in bed. 

He had to get Georgia out of his head. But even as they headed back to her apartment, fumbling with the lock as they made out, Tyler thought of the beautiful blonde he'd loved before. Her curves, which this girl lacked. Georgia had perky, large breasts that fit perfectly in Tyler's large hands. Georgia had just enough around her hips that Tyler could grab on and not be worried he'd hurt her. Talia was all bones. And as he slipped the condom on and thrust inside the cute meteorology major, pain shot through his loins and immediately softened his length. He tried. He did. He just couldn't keep it up. By the time Talia orgasmed, Tyler's hips were screaming. He pulled out and panted and she went to the bathroom to rinse herself off. 

He gathered his clothes from the floor, trashed the condom, dressed and left. He sat in his truck at home, rubbing one out to an interview that Georgia had done for the NFR. He couldn't believe himself and how low he'd stooped. 

Tyler would pick a bottle of whiskey, vodka, or rum, sit out in a wheatfield at night in the back of his truck and drink himself to sleep. He’d look up at the sky, pray to God and the heavens above that Georgia would come back some day, but the alcohol always left him with no hope for that and a hell of a hangover in the morning.

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He had an impressive archive after four years. Every run, every pickup, every exhibition, every interview. Even the silly English show she'd done. Gee looked damn good in breeches, he admitted. That was the only thing that had gotten him through school and his recovery, was being able to watch her succeed time and time again. But every time he went to comment on a post or DM her, his thumb would hover over the button and he just couldn't bring himself to send it.

He'd struggled with pain management throughout those four years, attempting to end his life twice because it had become unbearable. There were days that he woke up and could barely move. Then he had really good days where he'd thought maybe he'd hop on a horse at the local arena and rope the dummy a couple times. 

He'd been building a truck to start storm chasing. Boone had helped and they were looking for a team. They'd started a YouTube channel, he and Boone getting some wild chase videos. The one that went viral and put them on the map was just outside of Tulsa, after Tyler had installed the augers on the truck and they tested them for the first time.

It had been a long time coming, but that was really when Tyler began praying hard. Tyler would go out to some different wheat field, now only once a week and polish off a bottle of whiskey or rum, whatever he had on hand, and lay in the bed of his truck, mumbling to God and the heavens above about how he just wished he could have her back. He just wished she'd come back around and they could forget the past four years and go back to what they had. Tyler just wanted her. 

He was tired of the girls throwing themselves at him. Tired of taking them out and trying to learn what they liked and didn't like when he already knew Georgia. He didn't want some other girl. And he was tired of the meaningless sex. They only wanted to bang him so they could say they'd slept with a famous youtuber. He should be sponsored by a condom company with how many he used over the course of the four years. He was so done with girls trying to get in his pants that he started letting Georgia's name come from his lips as he came, if he came. He didnt give a fuck anymore. Sure, he felt bad when it happened, and he apologized but he just couldn't take it anymore. He was done with other girls. Time to focus on his career, which was on an upswing that he couldn’t deny.

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She was miserable. She was burnt out. Exhausted. She'd run every bit of ground at every single rodeo in the country over the course of four years. And she still thought about Tyler every single day. He weighed heaviest on her mind. He was the piece pushed far in the back that pulled at her subconscious.

“What's wrong, sweets?” Skylar or Beau or Johnny or any of the hundred other bull riders or ropers would ask her, knowing she was distracted and Georgia would just shake her head. He didn't care. Not like Tyler did. No one cared like Tyler did.

And not one of these guys could give her release like Tyler could. Skylar thought he was God’s gift to women, and was always too rough, making her sore afterwards. She’d fucked around with Johnny a couple times and he was too boring. Beau was too wild, too erratic, barely could get her off, so she made it very clear she wasn’t interested in him. There was a guy that had come close to Tyler, but for whatever reason she would always go back to Skylar. Maybe she felt like she needed the punishment. She felt like she deserved to be in pain. 

When Georgia saw the Tornado Wranglers channel for the first time come across her YouTube suggestions, she gasped. He looked just the same as he had, but a little older. More mature, but still playful at heart. The banter between him and Boone made her smile. She watched every livestream that she could. And then when the channel hit a million subscribers, Georgia wanted to message him and congratulate him but she couldn't. 

With Tyler's YouTube fame, she figured she would be as insignificant as any random fan that messaged the channel. He wouldn't recognize her. She fucked up. Now she had to live with that. 

So she did the only thing she could do. Continue on.

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She’d gotten a call from her mother, saying that she wanted help moving down to Florida. Eleanor didn’t want to deal with tornados anymore. Emmaleigh didn’t have time to help her with everything she and her husband were doing. 

So on the day, when Georgia brought the mares back home, let them out into the field by the barn and set up their stalls, it was her mother who came out to the barn for once.

“Hi honey.” She said softly, taking her daughter in a weak hug. 

“Hi momma.” Georgia said. They watched the mares for a moment and then her mother spoke.

“Came to bring me down to Florida?” She asked and Georgia shook her head. “And then what’ll you do after?”

“Probably come back here. I got a job offer from one of the local weather stations for camera work. Met one of the meteorologists while I was on the road.” Georgia explained, moving her tack into the barn.

“Yeah? That sounds good. No more competin’ then?” Eleanor asked, as the mare ran back towards the barn. She reached out to rub Twist, who nickered softly to her. Georgia threw a couple apples on the ground under the fence for the mares and then folded her arms across her chest.

“Momma. I need a break. I’m exhausted.” Georgia said, her tone flat. 

“I don’t think you’ll get much rest chasin’ storms either, sweetie.” Eleanor rubbed a hand over her daughter’s back and then glanced back at the truck and trailer.

“Maybe I'm hoping to find something or someone else while I’m doin’ it...” Georgia murmured as she began to walk back to the truck. Eleanor walked with her and spoke even softer then.

“Tyler.” She said and Georgia stopped dead in her tracks. Even after four years, she didn’t think her mother would remember him, but she did. 

“Momma I know what you’re gonna say.” Georgia leaned against her truck for a moment. Eleanor put her hands on her hips.

“All I’m gonna say is if that’s what you want...be prepared for him to not want you back honey. You know what you did. I love you. I do. I always will. But I also know that you know that boy deserves more than you gave him.” She said, then heading into the house, leaving Georgia to think about what she said. Her mother’s words stung and brought tears to Georgia's eyes. She was right. Why would she ever think Tyler would want her back after what she did to him?

[passivenovember]

posting this because I'm drunk and it will never go anywhere! Please feel free to expand on it, but i ask that you TAG ME SO I CAN READ!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS <3

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When the door opens, Steve's sock feet slip on the mattress, traction failing while he tries to hide, to get away, to cower.

And.

Eddie's never been grateful for Billy's silk sheets before. He's never really thought about them at all, to be honest, save the few times he's accidentally put them in the dryer on high tumble right before Steve comes over. Right before Billy, needs them, you fucking asshole.

His grateful for them now.

There's a wet spot blooming on their silvery face, little spiderwebs of slick under Steve's ass when he twists, ending up on his side. "Don't," Steve says, whimpering when something tugs on him. Somewhere. Outside, inside--

"Don't look," Steve says, chest heaving like he's finished a marathon. Like he's being chased by a psycho killer with a big, sharp knife.

Steve's tied to the headboard with soft, silky ribbon. Trapped by his wrists, like a fish on a hook. His legs flop back down to the mattress, and his cock slaps against his stomach, fat and long and angry red.

He's got a stopper in, and.

Eddie can't. Not look.

He's frozen in place. His palm sweats against the door handle. His knees knock. "I--"

"Shut the fucking door!"

Eddie does. He leans against it, eyes stuck on the thick base of Steve's cock. He's got a ring there, too, tighter than the one keeping him hard. It looks like it hurts, it's got. Bats on it.

"Get out of here, Munson--"

"--Where's Billy?" He asks, soft. Worried. The door is on fire behind him. Burning up.

"He's coming back," Steve says. Bitchy. High and whiny, like Billy's gonna walk in on this and flip out.

He probably will.

Eddie frowns, "Why'd he leave you tied up like this?"

"I asked him to," Steve squirms, panting loudly. He's trying not to moan. His eyebrows knit together, then, tongue laving to swipe at his bottom lip. Something's buzzing. A phone, maybe. Then the tendons on Steve's neck strain and he arches his back a little, head pressing hard into the pillow underneath him. "Shit," He says, gasping, "Goddamn--"

Eddie can't breathe. "Why'd you want--"

"--Why the fuck do you care?" Steve spits, straining against the silk on his wrists. "What we do shouldn't matter at all."

"It does."

"It shouldn't." The buzzing intensifies, and Steve makes this fucking noise, like. This tiny little scraped-from-the-bottom-of-his-lungs, kinda thing. His thighs tense, cock bobbing up and down three times, balls drawn close to the cropped hair of his taint.

He's coming.

Eddie realizes that Steve's coming dry, the tiny little ring and ball keeping him stopped up.

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Sterek fic rec: October edition (2024) 🐺 ⚓

Each month, I'll be sharing some of my favorite fics (and I'll make sure to backup and download them for safekeeping). Please note that I have a soft spot for darker themes, so warnings and tags will be plentiful - reader discretion advised!

Want specific recs? Feel free to send me an ask with your preferred tropes or genres, and I'll do my best to find some from my bookmarks. 

Pay by the hour, but don't leave so soon by JettieBettie 

"This is the last time," he tells her, heading toward the door.

"That’s what you always say. But I end up wearing his face for you again and again.”

Note: an incredibly hot pwp. I won't spoil much, but it does have an amazing Stiles voice regardless of being so short. 

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Step towards me, step away by Areiton 

The truth is, he’s been more than a little bit in love with Derek Hale for a long time.

Note: A compelling exploration of an unconventional relationship. Complex characters, angst, and favourite tropes (Derek angsting over age gap, Kate comparisons) lead to a satisfying ending. Worth the read!

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I found you hidden in plain sight (why'd I take so long?) by Gorgeousgreymatter 

Stiles is pretty sure he’s hallucinating. He’s got to be. There’s no other plausible explanation, he thinks, as he sits on the sidelines of the lacrosse field and feels the cold, hard bench underneath him, the roar of the crowd at his back like the worst white noise machine in the world.

There’s no other reason why he sees it, the hulking, black figure of a wolf peering at him from the treeline behind the bleachers. Its eyes flare in the glaring glow of the stadium lights, but they’re the wrong color, he thinks: blood-moon red instead of cobalt blue, but the familiarity of it all makes his stomach roll and clench.

Note: Gods. Another one my favourite trope, where Derek gets his alpha spark back because of Stiles. The line, the one which had me gnawing my pillow at 3AM:

“Jesus, Stiles. You never stopped being mine, did you?”

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Somebody that I used to know by Percybyssheshelly

Stiles and Derek have been together for months.

The trouble is, they weren't yesterday.

Note: short, but packs a punch. If you're having a bad day and want some relatively short angst with happy ending fics, this one's for you. 

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We live (not as we wish to) as we can by Endrversed

“I’m not a closet case,” Derek repeats, teeth gritted.

“Oh, yeah?” Stiles taunts, daring Derek with his eyes. “You coulda fooled me.”

“I’m not – gay.”

Derek spits that word out. Stiles snorts, no humour in it.

“Sure. You’re totally straight, dude. You just get all up in my personal space every time we’re alone. Stare at my lips any time you think no one’s looking. Well, I’m looking, Derek, and I know what you want. I know what you really want is to bend me over and fuck me.”

Derek is a closeted frat boy, and Stiles gets under his skin. Enemies to fuckbuds to <3

Note: Heed the tags. After DBC, I've been craving closeted frat boy Derek with the perfect Stiles voice. This one delivers. Endversed's mastery seals the deal.

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UST (an unfortunate series of tropes) 

Stiles and Derek sitting in a tree, M-A-R-R-I-E-D.

Wait, what?

Or: Stiles thought he and Derek were finally getting to be bros, and then Deaton had to go and ruin everything with his stupid spell.

Note: Amazing Stiles voice + mature Derek. Re-read worthy! Accidental soul bonding and more - my ultimate tropes. 10/10, left craving more.

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Stronger in numbers by bloodwrites

Stiles doesn't want to be the Alpha's mate, he doesn't want to be locked up for his own protection, and he's damn sure he doesn't want to be dealing with blood and werewolf parts on a weekly basis, but somehow that's what his life has become.

That's not going to change, unless he can convince Derek to trust Scott and the hunters, because it's the only way they're going to chase the Alpha Pack out of town.

Of course, that only solves two out of three.

Note: please heed ALL the tags. Also, remember, Derek’s somewhat of a certified jerk in this. And yet, somehow, that's the fic’s appeal. It honestly has the feels of a classic 2010-2014 fics, and that makes me eat it up even more. Also, it's HOT. 

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Werewolf love songs, vol 1 by aggybird. 

Peter decides to use the power of Barry Manilow's music to make Stiles and Derek fall in love.

Meanwhile, there are monsters and stuff, and Stiles and Derek are stupid.

Note: amazing fic very close to my heart. I love meddling uncle Peter, and the gradual progression of their relationship. It's also such a classic early sterek fic, and like the other ones, I'm always starving for it. It's funny and incredible with Stiles’ voice. 

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Rapture, sweet rapture (won't you put your hands on me) by queerly_it_is

Somewhere in the stringy mesh of his overactive brain cells, Stiles is sure there must be memories of what it was like to not have a totally possessive creeper with a leather fixation for an adopted brother.

Note: please heed the warnings. It's pseudo-incest! 

[living-dead-author]

Valentines day fun: Harry Warden x GN! reader

Saw a post awhile ago about "What if Harry Warden penetrated reader with the handle of his pickax?" And I loved the concept, but I'm not into being penetrated, so I came up with a sort of 'compromise'. If I find out who posted that I'll tag them for giving me this sort of idea.

Content includes: Strong language, mutual freak behavior, grinding on a pickax handle, 18+ sexual material, reader is a bit of a slut?

The first Valentines day party in...What was it? 20 years? Your town used to have them every year before that maniac, Harry Warden went on that killing spree in the 60s. You and your friends had planned to use the rec center in town for your party. But the Mayor and Sheriff canceled that. However, a lot of your friends are dating the miners in town, and they decided to throw the party at the mine, in their little rec area. You got invited to this little secret party, and with nothing better to do, you went.

Valentine's bluff is a small town, so most parties aren't exactly the kind you see in movies and whatnot. But you're still having a good time. Everyone's talking, laughing, drinking, playing games. You heard that there's some boiled hot dogs in kitchen too. You're busy playing darts with your friend Sarah, a cup of red punch in your hand.

"I'm telling you, I always get a bullseye when I play darts." You brag to her, one eye shut while you line up your shot. She chuckles and takes a sip of her drink.

"I'll believe it when I see it." She says in a joking tone. You bite the tip of your tongue and make your shot, the dart going into the smallest center circle. Bullseye. You laugh triumphantly and Sarah chuckles again. "I guess you're right." She says. You turn around to face her when someone bumps into you, making your cup tip back and splash red punch all over your white sweater.

"Shit." You say, setting down your cup and looking at the large, dark pink stain on the sweater.

"Oh fuck. I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that." Says the person who bumped into you. You shake your head and force a small smile.

"No it's alright I'll go clean it up." You walk past a protesting Sarah. You insist that you can take care of it yourself while heading to the bathroom. You walk over to the sink, turning on the water. Since the showers are barely ten feet away from the sinks, all you can find are towels. You pick one up and get the edge wet, rubbing it against your sweater.

"Just my damn luck." You mumble, watching as small amounts of the pink stain start to transfer to the towel in your hand. Lets hope this is a clean towel. You hear footsteps on the tile but you assume that it's just someone coming in here to use the bathroom. You just hope they won't be too insistent on helping.

The footsteps stop and you keep scrubbing at your sweater, mumbling to yourself.

"God damn punch. Why'd they have to make this stuff so colorful anyway?" You sigh and get the towel wet again when you feel a heavy hand touch your shoulder. You look into the mirror in front of you and see someone dressed in full mining gear behind you, complete with the gas mask. "Shit!" You exclaim, turning around to face the person before you.

You notice the pickax in their hand and quickly put two and two together. "How long were you down in the mines? It's pretty close to ten pm." You look back up at him, or should you say them? His eye holes are tinted pretty dark, you can't see his face behind the mask. But...That sort of...Intrigues you.

"Do you know who I am?" You ask slowly. He nods his head. "Do I know who you are?" He nods his head again. You smile, a little less forced this time. "Well there's a party going on right now. Take off your gear and you can go join me out there." You move to take a step to the side but he puts out his pickax, blocking your path.

You keep your eyes up on him. You know you should be attracted to this. But God you are. The party is still going on nearby. If you need help and scream someone will hear you. But you hope you won't need anyone's help tonight. "Do you want to stay here? Alone with me?" He nods his head and you smile wider, biting your bottom lip. "I've always had a thing for men in uniforms."

You move your hand up to unzip his jumpsuit but his free hand grabs your wrist and puts your hand back onto the sink behind you. You keep your eyes on him, letting him move your hand. Slowly, he turns his pickax upside down, so the handle is pointing towards the ceiling. You watch as he moves it to the growing arousal between your legs.

He puts the tip of the pickax against your upper thigh and slowly works his way up. You watch with baited breath as slowly but surely, the tip of the pickax reaches the perfect spot and you moan lowly. You grind your hips against the sturdy wood without giving it much thought. Despite the layers of your pants and underwear being between you and the handle, you can still feel the perfect pressure of it against your arousal.

The man before you holds the pickax steady as you begin to grind against it, your hands holding onto the sink behind you and your eyes up on his mask.

"I like this~" You say with a bit of effort, keeping a quiet and somewhat even tone. "Masked man in a uniform getting me off on the handle of his tool~" You moan softly and bite your lip again, grinding harder against the handle. Your eyes drift downwards for a moment and you can see a growing bulge in his jumpsuit. You smile and look back up at him.

"This is the best Valentines day I've had in a while~" You groan out, tilting your head back and shutting your eyes as you keep up the steady grinding of your pleasure against the pickax handle. You let out soft moans as your orgasm builds up inside of you. You look back up at the miner, smiling softly again. "You like watching me like this?" You ask. He nods. You half chuckle half moan as your grinding gets more desperate.

"You like this? You like me all hot and bothered while I ride your pickaxe?" You ask cheekily. He nods his head again. You shut your eyes and tilt your head back, breathing heavily as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. Your movements become hard and fast. Soon enough you cum in your pants, slowing your movements to a stop.

Your knees grow week and you fall down to them on the bathroom floor, your hands still gripping the sink behind you. You take a couple moments to come down from your high before opening your eyes and looking up at the man again, his bulge now closer to your face. You smile and put your hands on his legs, rubbing them up and down.

"It's your turn now. Happy Valentines day mystery man."

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

[19:17]

Tags: Jeon Wonwoo x Fem! Reader, Reader wears glasses, glasses kink (???? Both Reader and Wonwoo are really into the other wearing glasses), voice kink, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected piv sex, heavy praise (f. receiving), petnames and creampie.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

A throaty whimper is swallowed by Wonwoo's mouth as his hands drag along your sides. Making themselves at home on your thighs, his long fingers digging into your skin as your hips jolt up into him in search of any of friction. His erection dragging along your slick folds through his boxers.

You whine out when he pulls away from you. "Patience, baby," he laughs, the scratchiness in his voice prompting your walls to clamp down achingly around nothing. He reaches up to remove his glasses, but one of your hands shoots up to stop him, "Wait."

"Hm?" He looks down at you, waiting for an answer. God, his eyes look so pretty behind his black frames.

"Can you- can you keep them on?" You whisper.

The way he blinks at you is so cute, and you want nothing more than to slot your mouth over his again, but you resist. "You want me to keep my glasses on? Why?"

"They look- you look so good when you where them. You look so hot," you breathe in explanation. You watch your words wash over him and he contemplates them for a few long moments.

"You don't have to if-"

"Will you keep yours on too?" He asks, the further drop in his voice and the molten look in his eyes catching you off guard this time around.

"You want me to what?" Your brains supplies intelligently.

"Keep yours on too. You look so beautiful with them," he responds, nuzzling your neck and peppering it with kisses that send electricity down your spine to pool between your thighs, "So fucking hot."

"Okay," you whine readily, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and tugging him closer to you. He doesn't keep you waiting for long. Kissing his way back to your awaiting lips. Moaning into each other as his tongue snakes its way into your mouth.

"You don't have to-" his words are cut off with a choked groan when you tighten your grip on his flushed cock. Scorching and heaving in your hand. "Hush. You know I want to," you tease, looking up at him through your lashes, "Besides, it's your birthday." That's all the heads up Wonwoo receives before you take his glistening tip into your mouth.

His abdomen shudders under your other hand. Years of hard-earned muscle jumping under your touch as you sink down gradually on him. He's a little salty and so familiar on your tongue. Wonwoo looks otherworldly like this. Inky locks sticking to his sweaty forehead and his eyes barely open behind his lenses. His bruised lips parting to let out guttural groans as his fingers fist your hair. The tip of him brushes the back of your throat and the gravelly 'fuck' that hits your ears goes straight to your clit.

His hips shallowly fuck your mouth. The sounds of you gagging on his cock echoing throughout your bedroom along with his quiet sounds of pleasure. A few stray tears roll down your flushed face, and your spit and his pre-cum dribble down your chin. It's filthy. It's so intoxicating watching him lose himself while he uses your mouth. You can't help but, hurriedly shove your hand that's not wrapped around his cock between your thighs. Rubbing jerky circles on your clit and moaning around him.

"Fuck. Fuck, fu-fuck wait. I'll-I'm going to cum," he heaves out, stilling your movements with his hands. Gently easing you off of his wet, red, throbbing cock.

It takes everything in him not to cum on your pretty face when you pout up at him, your hand still between your plush thighs, "Why'd you stop? I wanted you to cum in my mouth."

His cock jumps a mere few centimetres away from your face.

"Don't say that," he grits out, his eyes shutting briefly behind his frames. "I'd rather cum inside of you," he says, the intent in his eyes causing the butterflies in your stomach to rage, "It's my birthday, isn't it? I thought I got to choose today."

He says that like he doesn't do that every day. Like you don't let him do as he pleases with you whenever he wants.

"Fine," you comply with the pout more for dramatics than anything else, "How would you like me, birthday boy?"

Your insides squirm when one of his large hands wraps around his length. Saliva pooling in your mouth yet again and more of your wetness dribbling onto your thighs,

"Come sit on it."

The command in his voice and how lowly he says it has you scrambling to your knees at breakneck speed. You choose to ignore his chuckle at your eagerness. Steading your hold on one of broad shoulders, your other hand wraps around him, nudging his fat tip along your entrance. His hands grip your hips harshly as you slowly ease onto him. The drag of his cock along your slick walls is toecurling. Your nails biting into his skin while he splits you open.

"Always so wet and tight for me," he mutters into your ear. The depth of his voice prompting your walls to clench around him and whimper in his strong hold. "Won-Wonwoo," you whine out when his tip kisses your cervix, "So deep."

"Fuck," he groans, pampering your throat with kisses when you start to move. Your thighs shake violently with every nudge of his cock along your sensitive walls but, you persist. His warm, massive hands cupping your ass. Grabbing as much of you as he can while his mouth lavishes your breasts with kisses and nips.

"My pretty girl with such pretty tits," he grits into your skin, drinking in the way they jiggle in time with your bounces on him. Your plump lips parted and your eyes screwed shut behind your foggy lenses.

You've never looked hotter than in this moment.

All your hazy mind can come up with is Wonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwoo. Your orgasm draws nearer but, you can already feel the burn stinging your thighs. You whine out in frustration, clutching at him even tighter as your walls spasm around him. Wetness leaking down his cock onto his heavy balls.

"Need help?" He pants, looking up at you with such genuine concern and unyielding patience that you think you might just fall in love with him all over again right now. You nod pathetically, "'M sorry. I know it's your birthday-"

"Shh, none of that," he interrupts, pressing a featherlight kiss to your cheek, "You've made today more than special. Thank you."

Before you can blink, you find yourself rolled onto your back with your devilishly handsome boyfriend hovering over you. He somehow looks even more attractive from this angle. His sweaty bangs hang in the space between you as he smiles down at you, "I can't think of a better way to celebrate my birthday than taking care of my favourite girl."

Your heart hammers in your chest and you soften at his words. "Won-" it's your turn for your words to be swallowed by a strangled moan when he drags himself out of you until his tip is the only part of his cock still inside of you before snapping his hips into you.

"My pretty baby," moans into your ear, his hands burning into your skin where they press your thighs into your chest, "looking so beautiful being fucked on my cock." All you can do is claw at his muscular back as he fucks you dumb on his length, "you'll take it all like a good girl, yeah?" He pants against your skin.

"Wonwoo," you cry out when one of his hands slots itself between your overheated bodies, rubbing fast circles into your swollen clit.

"Yes, plea-please. I'll take it all, please. I'm your good g-girl," you hiccup when he angles one of your legs higher to somehow sink deeper into you while he draws watery sounds of pleasure from you with his fingers.

"Then be good and cum for me. Want to watch you cum on my dick. Want to feel it," he slurs into your ear. His voice and words and fingers and cock and just everything that is him shoving you over the edge.

"Wonwoo," you whimper out, arching into him and keeping him as close to you as humanly possible. Your ankles locking behind his back and your fingernails raking his skin. Eager walls milking him while he fucks you through your orgasm.

"Shit," he gasps, his pace faltering, "Fuck. Fuck you feel amazing, baby. Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Please. I want it, please please please."

His hips are flush against you when his release rolls over him. He slams his lips against yours, moaning into you while his hips jerk into you. His cock pulsing inside of you and his warm cum painting your walls. You can't help the way your pussy grips him tighter, he's always just so gorgeous when he allows himself to lose his composure.

"Thank you," he says sleepily, toying with your hair and nuzzling into you.

"What're you thanking me for?"

"A pretty great birthday gift."

A laugh bubbles out of you, "We have sex all of the time, Wonwoo."

"True but, you haven't let me fuck you while you wear your glasses. 'Is was really fucking hot. We should do this more often," he says, smiling into your shoulder.

"The fogginess is a little annoying but, sure," you muse, tracing patterns on his back, "you look really hot too for the record."

AN: Happy Wonwoo Day!!! I don't know if I'll make it a habit to post on everyone I write for's birthday, but this was already pretty high up there in my drafts, so I thought why not.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Do not repost, edit, copy and/or translate my work. I do not give you my permission to do so, nor will you ever receive it.

[kichikichiko]

Just a quickie ♡

YALL ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT IM DUJSJCKSJD.

Theres not enough sub wanderer fics around here istg⁉️

Anyways be kind to me and my first smut work because I am a fluff writer by heart👹👹

Tagging my lovely @hitomisuzuya because shes my fellow wanderer lover 🫶🏻

Written by a minor! Just block if ur uncomfortable😁

Sort of public sex, sub!wanderer x gen neutral! Reader, hand job, idk whatelse to write, not proofread

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"You idiot! What if we get caught here! Ah! Mmhm~"

Wanderer covered his mouth, when a not so innocent sound came out of his mouth.

"Thats fine by me" you answered honestly, too focused on painting his pretty neck with kisses and hickeys. "Let's just make sure its an enjoyable show for those who caught us"

The chances of getting caught was high, considering there isnt a lot of private alleyways in sumeru city, but you made the most of it.

Wanderer covered his mouth anytime a whimper or moan of his was deemed "too loud" by his standard.

But that only riled you to take his arms up and pin it above his head.

"Youre doing this on purpose. I fucking know it, you horny bitch" he whimpered, trying to get his arms free before the inevitable comes to play. He acts all high and mighty and doesnt help with his big ego. But it all comes crumbling down the moment you trap him between your arms.

"Aw but you like it though wanderer" you teased, a smirk plastered on your face. "Especially when I do this" you started grinding your knee up to his growing erection, making the man whimper louder.

More soft moans and whimpers escaped his mouth before you stopped. Causing Wanderer to look at you and frown.

"Why'd you stop? You could have at least get it over with and we can finally go home. Hurry up and do it again before I-" his sentence once again got interupted with you suddenly placed your hand on his chest, and slowly drag down to his erection, and under his pants.

"What are you doing?!" He demanded an answer, his race growing red by the minute.

"What does it look like im doing?" You gently circled your finger around the tip of his cock before wrapping your arm around it and started pumping it.

"Oh archons- no- mmhm~ a-ahh~!" He started moaning louder . "(Name) please dont stop! Please dont dont dont!" Babbling nonsense got you riled up more and started pumping his cock faster.

"Wait- no - stop! I think im gonna cum" he started squirming, hands still above his head trying to get them free

"Didnt you say I shouldnt stop? Why are you complaining now? Come on, cum for me my dear" that only made you pump his cock faster than before, catching wanderer off guard and made him release a loud moan and cum all over your hand.

Wanderer plopped his head on your shoulder and twitches anytime you toy with the tip of his cock.

"Lets continue this at home shall we? Im not done with you yet wanderer"

It was gonna be a long night indeed

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[readingadream]

A Twisted High

Pairing: Bang Chan X OC Alexa/Alex

Summary: Alexa's favorite thing is Ice skating and hanging out with friend's. Chris's favorite thing is Hockey and working for the family business. What happens when these two get paired up for a school project and become each others new favorite thing.

Genre: Mafia Au, Hockey Au,

Warning and Tags: Drug use, violence, eventually smut, fluff, angst

Word Count: 1,589

Chapter Three

Alexa's POV

"You know, being your partner wasn't all that bad. Who would've thought you were actually smart and a hard worker?" I jest, teasingly nudging Chris while we get some of the flowers for part of our project. I slowed down a bit checking the time on my phone. Looking up, I take a look at Chris's shoulders. I didn't realize how long I was just staring at Chris's shoulder muscles until I ran right into them.

"Hey, why'd you stop? I'd like to go home soon, Chris," I say in a teasing tone, but then I see his back tense up and I start to get a little scared. I take a quick look around the park but see nothing. I start to think to myself that he's trying to play a sick joke on me.

Third Person POV

"Please be quiet for a minute, I heard something." Chris whispers to Alexa which makes the girl instantly shut up and wrap herself around Chris's arm, and then she finally starts to hear something. The sound is now getting closer to the two. Chris stays on high alert. The boy then starts to walk slowly to the parking lot, looking around and trying to hear where the noise is coming from.

"Chris what's going on?" Alexa whispers quietly looking around the park for a sign of something or someone. Feeling a little scared but also safe at the same time with Chris being near.

"Just stay close to me, okay? Don't leave my side unless I tell you to. I know we aren't that close, but I just need you to trust me right now, okay?" Chris questions with so much worry and sincerity in his voice. The two make eye contact and Alexa can see the truthfulness and urgency in his eyes. She instantly trusts him and nods her head letting him know that she trusts him.

"Of course, but Chris, should I be scared?" Chris starts looking around until they both hear rustling in the bushes, breaking their eye contact. Chris pushes Alex behind him, grabs her hand and starts walking faster.

"Oh yes, you should be, pretty thing," a guy comes up behind the two, whispering in her ear, making Alex scream and squeeze Chris's arm. This caused him to turn around and glare at the man with daggers in his eyes.

"Don't talk to her like that, Hyunbin," Chris says with so much force in his voice and grabs hold of Alexa tighter, trying to create some space from the dangerous man. The need to get the girl next to him away from here was incredibly strong.

"Oh, so she is your little girlfriend? Who would've thought," Hyunbin ponders teasingly while looking Alexa up and down, checking her out, making both Chris and Alexa uncomfortable. The girl stood up straight due to the increasing sense of dread.

"She is not my girlfriend. Now, you can leave us alone, or at least let me get her to her car and on her way home, then I can take you on. But she has nothing to do with me." Alexa gives Chris a confused look, then looks over at who she heard was named Hyunbin. She tries to put together who he could be. If he was a student, she’d know because she's in the yearbook, so she would know the name and the face right off the bat… right? It wasn’t until she made eye contact with Hyunbin did she realize that both him and Chris were staring at her.

"Hey sweet stuff, you should ditch him and come with me. I'm definitely a better fuck and can do things he's too scared to do. I bet you'd like that, you seem like the nasty kind of girl," the guy goads with so much confidence in his tone, making Alexa shiver.

"Umm, how about no. You're not really my type, sorry," Alexa says, getting over her fear and standing up straight behind Chris, peeking over his head. Due to her height, she can see over Chris, making easy eye contact with the stranger.

"Oh, sassy - I like that. No wonder why Chrissy boy here likes you. You pretty ladies like shorter guys. I get this dynamic now, really did almost get me there earlier," Hyunbin smirks, walking closer to the two, but the sound of crunching leaves make the two look to the cause of the sound. They set their eyes on four new guys now in the park.

"Stop Hyunbin, it's not like that. We are just doing a school project together, that's it, nothing else. Now, get your goons and just fuck off. " The taller boy laughs, disregarding Chris's words, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him out his way. Going to Alex, he grabs her arm, throwing her to one of his friends.

"Oh, I don't believe you, there is no way you are with this," gesturing towards Alex, "and not hitting it. But don't worry, this is just a little payback. My apologies to the pretty lady, I don't want a pretty girl like you to get hurt or anything, so you can stand next to Jinsen and once we rough Chris up a little, you can kiss his wounds and then dream of me tonight."

Chris gets up and makes his way over to Alexa before Hyunbin can get a hold of him again. He rips Alexa out of his grasp and whispers in her ear, "Alex, go to your car and drive. I'll call you when I'm done here. Run and don't look back, don't worry about me." Confused, Alexa nods her head slowly while giving Chris a soft smile and then runs as fast as she can to the car. Alex looks back to check on Chris but she didn't see him. He was gone and so was Hyunbin, and as she made it to her car she was met with a hard chest and she instantly knew it wasn't Chris.

"Not so fast, you are supposed to stay with me," Jinsen then grabs her shoulders making Alexa drop her keys and bag.

Alexa starts to thrash her body around and was going to yell for Chris but her mouth was promptly covered. Alexa's thrashing gets more aggressive as she realizes calling for Chris won't be able to help her. Thrashing too hard, Alexa uses all her weight and power and leans over to one side, accidently hitting her head on the car door and falling straight to the concrete, knocking herself out. Jinsen instantly looks at Alexa, trying to wake her up but got nothing. Scared for what could happen next he starts looking around to see if anyone saw or if Hyunbin is around, but seeing no one, Jinsen runs as fast as he can to his car and leaves, more scared about what Chris will do than Hyunbin being mad about leaving.

Chris POV

After I knocked out the last goon, I looked over at the parking lot to see if Alexa left, seeing her on the ground. I run to her side, checking to see if she's still breathing and she is. I check to see if she has any bruises and if there is any indication of what happened. I see that there is no blood or bruises, but I did notice a bump on her head. I don't know what to do, I can't take her to her place. The only option is to take her to my place, but no one can know. I need help though. I decided to call Jisung.

"Yo Chan, what's up?" Han asks with so much energy in his tone. I put him on speaker as I dragged around Hyunbin's goons who jumped us and laid them against a tree.

"Look Han, I need your help." I pull out a pen from my pocket and start doodling on their faces. Giggling to myself, I take a quick picture.

"With what? What did you do?"

"Alex and I were working on our project and we got jumped. I need to sneak her into my room," I let out a sigh, waiting for his response.

"Dude, that's easy. No problem boss."

"Thanks man I knew I could count on you. I'm going to move her car and lock it up, then I'll text you."

"Sounds good." I hung up and got Alex up and laid her down in my truck, then I looked for her keys but I realized she doesn't have her bag on her. I shut her door and looked around the spot I found her and saw nothing. I go to lock my car and start to retrace mine and Alexa's steps. Finally finding her bag in the middle of the field I check to make sure it has everything before I start to make my way to her car to lock it.

Finally I make my way back to my car and hop in, starting it up to make my way home, checking on Alex every few minutes. As I drive down the road I text Han to let him know that we are almost home. I take one last look at Alex, moving some hair out of her face and checking her breathing pace. Pulling up I make sure to grab her bag and step out of the car, immediately looking for Han. Then I see a shadow coming up and I tense, not knowing if it is Han or someone else.

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[rizzraa]

ᯓ★Jams and Jellies

Chapter 2: Longing for You (part 2)

A/N: I hope this is another banger, please enjoy! We're starting to get more romantically INCLINED >W<

Tags: mainly fluff, friends to lovers, post outbreak, yearning and burning, slight age gap (reader is in late 30s, Joel is in early 50s), reader insert, cute nicknames, shy n awkward Joel, Joel x f!reader, angst, touchy touchy Feely (nothing too graphic), small description of reader's body (very vague),

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Chapter 2: Longing for You (part 2)

You and Ellie leave your house and make the small journey to the diner. A lot of people gawk at you both, unfamiliar with the laughter and disapproving of the language used. But you don't care-- you love hearing the sound of laughter, especially from children. It's reminiscent of your life with your brother and mother. Ellie takes your hand and drags you past the diner. As you're about to remark about it, Ellie says "Let's go to the stables, maybe Joel's finished his shift." Your heart practically lunges out of your throat. Joel??? You look at your disheveled state; messy hair tied into a ponytail, worn out baggy shirt and jeans, AND a huge flannel on top. You don't want him to see you like this. At least let me wear a better shirt, you thought to yourself. Reluctantly, you allow Ellie to guide you to the stables. You peek around, hoping not to bump into Joel. "Joel??? Y'around??" Ellie calls. Ellie runs outside while you hang back, looking at the horses. One catches your attention, a beautiful, coffee brown steed with a contrasting white diamond-shaped mark on his head. Its beautiful equally brown mane hangs around the neck. You look at its eyes, and they feel familiar-- like you've seen them before. Piercing brown eyes, with a contrasting softness and fierceness flickering though its eyes.

"He's real handsome, ain't he?"

You jump, and turn around. You already knew who it was, you know that booming voice anywhere. There was Joel, looking as handsome as ever. His casual arms crossed against his protruding chest, practically bursting out of that tight cotton shirt. You make eye contact with him and then suddenly-- sparks fly. It's love at first sight. You're on top of the moon when you stare into Joel's golden brown eyes. You've never felt so safe, so seen. He made you want more in life. His intoxicating gaze left you wanting more. He made you feel pretty, sexy, flustered, flirty, and possessive-- just by looking at him. Never in your life did you feel such strong, passionate emotions for a man, or woman. You don't know what to do with yourself, so you just stand there staring at him, this gorgeous man. He shifts from leg to leg-- he can't handle your penetrating gaze-- eventually deciding to stroll up to you. You gasp a little bit and come back down to Earth- move a little for Joel so he can approach his horse.

"He.. he sure is handsome." You say, peering a glance at Joel. Wow. He's even more gorgeous up close. You see his graying streaks defining each brown curl, leading a path all around his face and chin. You study his strong profile, the curve of his nose and the way his Adam's apple bobs whenever he speaks. You look away and start caressing the horse. "What's his name?" You ask

"Old Beardy", he chuckles. "Pfft-- why'd you decide to go with that?"

"I- M'not too sure, darlin'." Joel scratches his neck. You stiffen and stare at the horse, completely red after Joel called you... darlin'. You replay it in your head, completely infatuated with his Southern charm, the way each letter has a twang in it. Darlin'. You only want him to call you darlin', his darlin'. Your breath is shaky, and you're about to fall apart. Then you hear pounding footsteps, "There you are, Joel! Didn't you fucking hear me screaming your name?" Ellie said. She runs to Joel and gives him a quick hug and a cute smile. Watching this warms your heart, your lips form an earnest smile because you're grateful that people can still find each other. It reminds you of how family feels, how love feels. Your heart pangs with sudden sadness and nostalgia and you walk down memory lane. You think about your brother, your caretaker, your dear parents-- how they were snatched from you. You look at Joel, and you wonder if someone he loved was snatched from him as well.

"We were planning on having dinner at the diner, care to join us?" Ellie said.

"Wouldn't be real gentleman-like if I declined, now would it?"

"It certainly would not" You giggled. Joel steals glances at your vibrant smile, not catching the implied sadness-- he's just mesmerized by your beauty. Ellie picks up on this and stores it for later, deciding she'll tease Joel about it at home. She grabs your hand and leads you out, "Let's go then, I'm starvinggg."

"Don't say that! Your dad'll think I wasn't feeding you!" Joel chuckles, and you scream internally when you hear the smooth bass rumbling through his throat.

"Oh-- Joel, you've gotta try her lemonade. It's the greatest shit ever." You blush slightly, getting ready to rebut her statement, but then Joel turns to you and says,"I'd love to." Your heart starts to race a million miles a minute. You're awestruck by Joel. He looks so excited and happy that he can share something with you and Ellie. He reminds you of a dog wagging its tail, his puppy-dog eyes go wide when he hears you laugh and say, "Sure, I'd love for you to try it."

You 3 make your way to the diner, familiar eyes linger a little too long when you rush down the roads. Joel is practically jogging to keep up with Ellie's fast pace, and your breath starts to fall heavily. You get there and catch a table, Joel and Ellie sit beside each other, and you're across them, immediately ready to order. You order a classic cheeseburger, Ellie orders a turkey sandwich with fries, and Joel orders a grilled chicken sandwich and a cup of joe.

"So, how was patrolling today, Joel?" Ellie says, after handing her menu to the waitress. "S'alright, we didn't find anyone. Sure was pretty outside, though." Joel answered

"Would've loved to see it." Ellie said sarcastically, reopening an old argument that never got resolved. Joel becomes slightly annoyed, and says "Y'know why you can't be outside, Ellie. It's too risky."

"It ain't risky. You just said there was nothing out there! Hell, you even said it was pretty outside!" Ellie replied angrily.

"That doesn't mean I want you outside, Ellie. Drop it now." Joel warned. Ellie just scoffs and gets up to sit next to you. You lightly chuckle and pat her knee. "Aw, c'mon, Ellie. Cut Joel some slack, he just wants to protect you." You insist. Joel looks at you with a smile and mouths a thank you. You memorize the way his lips move when he forms each letter. God, you want to kiss him so bad. Honestly? You don't care that each moment is cementing you further and further into an obsessive crush. You're actually welcoming it. You know that you're studying his lips, his eyes, so you can draw them again. So you can imagine them when you sleep tonight.

You just shoot another smile at Joel, hoping he'd pick up the affections you have for him.

"Anyways.. Joel, you should see the sketches Ellie worked on today, they were magnificent." You beamed. "She has such an intricate sense of detailing. She really bears her heart in each line, it's very inspiring." You go on and on about Ellie's innate skill with a pencil, heat creeping up her face as Joel looks at her with a huge smile and pride in his eyes. "That's m'girl." He grinned, and she completely forgot why she was mad at him.

"Alright-- food is here." The waitress sets the food at your table and whisks away to other customers. You 3 sit in comfortable silence while eating your food. Ellie snarfs down her fries and starts on her sandwich, and you look slightly concerned. "Wow, I didn't know you were that hungry Ellie. You should've told me, I would've made you something to eat!" You look at Ellie with concern, you don't want her to choke on the food. Ellie looks at you with big eyes and a stuffed mouth, "..sorry" she says with bits of food flying out of her mouth. "You don't need to apologize, just slow it down. I don't want you to choke." You pat her back reassuringly and smile. You turn to your food and lock eyes with Joel, who was watching you the entire time. He was going to make a remark about Ellie's hurriedly way of eating, but was pleasantly shocked that you mentioned something about it first. He thought you were going to be snarky about it, or make some remark about being lady-like, but you were just looking out for the hungry child. He really liked that, he really liked you. He smiled at you and looked down at his own food, leaving you with a childish grin on your own face.

After you all finish your food, you relax a bit and pat your stomach. "Man, I'm stuffed" You beamed with satisfaction and turn to Ellie, reflecting the same smile you have. "Like a big ol' pig" she joked. Joel is the first one to get up, "Alright ladies, let's hit the road."

"Man, I didn't think you'd be the one itchin' to leave." Ellie says teasingly. Your cheeks flush red for probably the thousandth time today and Joel's eyebrows shoot up to his forehead. "Let's get a move on kiddo, y'already bothered your teacher the whole damn day." Joel gently grabs Ellie's arm and pulls her forward. "Ugh-- fine." She yanks his hand off and exits the diner. Joel offers his hand out to you, looking in your eyes as he says "Let's get you home, darlin'." You don't think your heart can handle anymore of it. This reminds you of a "once upon a time" fairytale book of the past, where the gallant, charming prince and the quiet, beautiful princess fall in love. Once upon a time...

You take his hand, feeling every scar and callus on his big, rough hands. Your hand fits perfectly into his, like pieces of a puzzle coming together, like 2 notes forming a harmony. It just makes sense, your hand instinctively knows where to go. He leads you out of the diner, hand in hand, mouth agape, and silent words sitting tight in the air.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Thanks for reading! Please lmk what you thought LOVE YOUU👹🩷

[bella-rose29]

Not Your Lover - Chapter 3

A day late I know I'm sorry my lovelies <3 hopefully this makes up for it ;)

also i couldn't figure out why the name davor fit so well and then i remembered my obsession with before we die (purely because a certain privateer is in it, although actually i got hooked on the show pretty quickly)

Word count: 4k

Warnings: swearing, I don't think there's anything else?

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Nikolai was being pushed to his limits.

He'd been working in the shop all day, having clocked off at five bells after a tiring shift, and had come over to the mansion to help out Y/n. He'd hoped they could come up with some sort of peace treaty between them, but when she immediately glared at him the moment she saw him step through the gate, he gave up hope. He was too tired to try today, and just asked what she wanted him to do.

"I need that lot clearing so I can get in the door. Then I can make a start on the inside." She'd pointed him in the direction of a large pile of rubbish, and had left him to it for the last thirty minutes. He'd sorted through the pile, separating the rubbish from the items he thought could be salvaged and reused or sold (which mostly seemed to have come from littering), and was halfway through when she came over.

"You alright?" He didn't want to care, but he was too kind to actually loathe her. She might be a colossal ass to him, and he to her, but he was still Nikolai, and nothing like the people that had raised him.

"What the fuck happened last night?"

"We had dinner with your mother?"

"No, with you kissing me."

"I didn't kiss you though."

"That's not the point. You got close enough to. You made my mother think that we kissed and now she won't shut up about it. You could have made something up."

"Okay, first off, I don't control your mother's actions, so if she's talking about it all the time that's not my fault. Second, I'm scared of her and I thought she might kill me if we didn't do something."

Y/n snorted. "You're scared of my mum?"

"I know where you get your signature glare from, is all I'm saying."

"I do not have a signature glare," she said, glaring at him. He raised an eyebrow. "But still, you could have made up an excuse as to why we couldn't kiss!"

"You could have done the same!"

"Again, not the point! This whole relationship thing was your stupid idea!" Nikolai sighed, trying not to keel over from the physical and mental exhaustion of his day.

"Look. I don't know how to time travel, so there's nothing we can do about it. It happened, let's move on. Besides, I didn't actually kiss you, because I'm also scared of you." Her face lit up at his final statement, and Nikolai realised it was the first time he'd made her smile.

"Good! Don't do it again." Her smiled dropped, and Nikolai gulped. He hoped she didn't know which room was his in the hotel, or he'd likely wake up to her standing over his bed with a knife in the middle of the night.

"Why'd you even want to do this anyway?" he asked, the question only just occurring to him.

"What?"

"I mean, why do you want to do this place up? It's practically irreparable."

She studied him for a moment, unreadable expression on her face. Y/n turned back to what she was doing, and Nikolai huffed, going back to the pile of rubbish.

"It's revenge."

Nikolai startled at her voice, and then at her words. Blinking at her, he frowned. "Revenge? You're putting hours and hours of your life into this place for... for revenge?"

"You're telling me you've never done something like that? Been hurt by someone in the past, who has ruined you, so you play the long game to get back at them and shove your happiness in their face?"

Nikolai wanted to disagree, but his entire time at court he had been undermining his family in order to secure his own position, and had spent years crafting the perfect persona so that in the end he was the one on the throne, not them. Slowly he nodded. "I have, actually."

"So you see my point?"

"Not really. This is very different to what I did."

"Well what did you do?"

"Doesn't matter. It wasn't anything like this." He gestured to the building behind them. "Who are you getting revenge on?"

"None of your business." She turned away again, and Nikolai sensed that he'd come to a road block.

"It's not me, is it?" he joked, hoping to continue the conversation, although what for he wasn't sure.

Her only response was to shake her head, scowl on her face. "Saints, not everything is about you, you do know that don't you?"

"I wasn't... I just... never mind." He gave up trying to be nice for the day, and went back to shovelling litter.

~~~

Dominik was completely infuriating.

What right did he have, asking about her life like that? And what had made her answer him?

She was falling back into her old habits of opening up her heart to people, and it just wouldn't do. She'd started this venture as a way of releasing her anger at what had been happened; now she was working on it with somebody so similar to him it was starting to tear her apart.

They worked in silence until the sun went down, moving back and forth throughout the front garden to clear the remaining weeds and detritus so that the space looked somewhat alright. When the sun had first started setting, Y/n had gone to get food, stomach rumbling. They'd sat and eaten without a word shared between them, the air filled with tension.

She didn't understand Dominik.

One minute he was being classic fuckboy, all charm and smiles to win people over, then he was being a nasty piece of shit making people think the two of them were dating, and then he was being somewhat nice, asking if she was okay. He had been the same, minus the fake relationship part. This was a trap, this plan with Dominik, and it was bringing up the memories Y/n had fought hard to keep down.

When the sun had finally disappeared behind the horizon, Dominik had stiffened, staring off into space. He looked like he was talking to himself, mouth moving and forming silent words, but Y/n couldn't figure out why. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration (and Y/n felt frustrated herself at finding the action attractive), then stood up abruptly, turning towards her.

"I'm going to have to leave, I'm sorry. I need to be up early tomorrow to open up shop. Do you want me to walk you back to yours? Or are you going to stay a bit longer?" He looked like the words were killing him, as though it was difficult for him to make the offer, and Y/n bristled.

"I'll stay, thanks. I'll be fine, the faire's still on, so the lights will help. I always carry multiple blades anyway." The surprise on his face was unmasked, and internally she laughed. Externally she glared.

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye." He all but sprinted out onto the street, shoving his hands (that for some reason were always gloved, despite it being the middle of summer) into his coat pockets and hunching his shoulders. Scoffing, Y/n turned back to the last of her pile of weeds, picking them up and moving them to the bin.

"Weirdo," she muttered into the empty garden.

~~~

Nikolai was eternally grateful that Y/n hadn't wanted him to walk her home, because it was highly likely that the demon would have eaten her face off.

He definitely didn't want to explain that to her mother, or any witnesses, so for once he was glad that she hated him. The demon seemed to share her feelings, bristling and growling loudly in Nikolai's head any time it saw her. It really was all the worst parts of him sometimes, taking all the negatives and exacerbating them.

Currently Nikolai was at the docks, sat on one of the piers with his feet dangling off the edge. The demon was sat next to him, hunched over as it watched the water for fish. Every now and then it would spot one, and launched itself into the water, emerging a few moments later with a wriggling victim in its mouth. Nikolai felt more like a father to it now, watching on with something that felt weirdly like pride as the demon caught its own dinner. The last fish it had offered up to Nikolai, dumping it on his lap (which Nikolai had complained profusely about). He'd take it back to the inn, and cook it on the fire. Saved buying food from there when he inevitably got hungry in the night.

He'd been surprised at Y/n actually bringing him food, given how hostile she'd been. He figured she'd leave him to fend for himself for food, but when she'd chucked a takeaway box of breaded fish (fish was the primary source of food in Taya) at him, he had smiled when her back was turned.

Footsteps on wood made him freeze, gaze turning inland. Nikolai felt his demon surface, hiding itself under the decking. The sound grew louder, and a figure emerged from behind a boat. It paused, and the head swivelled towards Nikolai's position on the pier.

"Who's there?" A man. Nikolai made eye contact with the demon through a gap in the planks, trying to come to a decision.

Hungry.

No, absolutely not.

Trust the bastard to want to eat the stranger.

"Just me," he called back, settling on the non-murderous option. he stood, asking the demon to stay where it was.

"And who's that?" The man was walking closer, still not visible in the darkness of the night. The lights needed fixing.

"Dominik. Opus. Who are you?"

"Davor Miskovic. I don't recognise your name."

"Moved here not too long ago. How long have you been here?"

The man - Davor - was only a few feet away now, and Nikolai could pick out a few details, like the black hair and sharp nose that looked like it had been broken multiple times and never set properly.

"Used to live here. Went on holiday for a year. Just got back." He seemed to have difficulty speaking in long sentences, or maybe an aversion to connective words.

"Right."

"You shouldn't be here at night. Lot of danger." Something in his tone made Nikolai think that Davor was the danger, and he felt his demon shift under the pier. It was directly under the place where Davor had stopped, and Nikolai knew that should he need it, his demon would rip through the boards and give him an escape in seconds.

"I'll be fine, but thanks for the concern." Davor's gaze flitted down to Nikolai's hand, and he realised with a start that he was holding the fish. "Dinner," he said, lifting the dead animal. "I should get going, actually. Haven't eaten since lunch." He smiled, and Davor returned it, but with something sickly behind it.

"Sure. Don't let me stop you." He moved to the side, sweeping an arm out as if to show Nikolai the way. Nikolai walked past, urging the demon to follow him underneath, and tried to not look too much like he was running away. Something about Davor had given him the chills, and he wanted to get away. Turning a corner and checking that nobody would see, Nikolai called out quietly to his demon, taking it back in to his body and moving away without missing a beat. It had gone silently, not putting up a fuss, which Nikolai could only assume was down to Davor's unsettling presence. His demon had never gone so willingly, and that creeped Nikolai out more than the stranger himself.

Making his way back to the hotel, he thought he heard stones skitter across the road behind him, but when he subtly checked for signs of anyone following, there was nobody there.

~~~

"What is up with you? You've been jumpy all morning."

Gregor's voice proved his point as it made Nikolai jump.

He'd been on edge since meeting Davor the night before, and his demon had been weirdly silent in his head. Nikolai had thought that he wouldn't miss the endless commentary of the creature sharing his body, but now that it was gone he wanted it back.

"Nothing. Didn't sleep too well, I guess." Not entirely a lie. He'd spent most of the night watching out the window in his room at the inn, certain that he could feel eyes on him.

"Right," Gregor eyed him, concern flitting across his features. "Just... if you need to take a nap then do, yeah? I'd much rather you slept on the job than fucked something up."

"Sure. I'll be fine."

"Is there a reason you wouldn't be fine?"

Nikolai jumped again at Y/n's question, having not seen her come in.

"I see the problem. I need you to come and do a thing, Dominik. You don't mind, do you Gregor?"

"Nope. If it helps him sort his head out I don't mind. You're working extra hours tomorrow, boy."

"Yeah, sure thing, Gregor. Do I need to be worried about what the thing is?" he asked Y/n.

"Nope," Y/n replied, grabbing Nikolai's arm and dragging him out of the shop, waving to Gregor. "I just need you to be a boyfriend."

"...To you, right?"

"What? Yeah, obviously. Idiot. Why would I need you to be somebody else's boyfriend?"

"I don't know. You just said 'a boyfriend', so I wasn't sure!"

They arrived in the main square, the faire still going strong despite only having a couple of days left. The demon stirred, and Nikolai looked around, trying to find the source of its anger. Y/n came to a stop abruptly, causing Nikolai to walk into her back.

"Dick."

"Fuck you."

"Yeah I bet you want to."

"In your dreams, darling."

"I think you mean nightmares," she smiled sweetly, malice in her eyes. Her expression became slightly more guarded as she caught sight of something over his shoulder, and Nikolai choked on air when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body into his.

"What the fuck?"

"Why are you coughing? Are you gonna die?" She asked the second question with too much joy, face lighting up. Nikolai glared at her.

"Probably not." Her smile fell. "You're- you... What the fuck?"

"You're my boyfriend, so try to not look put off by the fact I'm hugging you, yeah?"

"Why are you hugging me?"

"Because my ex is here and I panicked."

That made Nikolai pause. Y/n had never really talked about that aspect of her life before, preferring to keep to herself (especially around him), and some part of him was interested to know who her ex was. Not because he wanted to figure out if she had a type, or anything, he was just curious.

The demon laughed at him in his head, and he told it to shut up.

"Your... ex."

"Yeah. He's the one I'm getting revenge on."

"Oh."

Why was his brain not working?

He quickly shot down the demon's idea that maybe it was because she was pressed so closely to him he couldn't tell where he ended and she started.

"Just, please don't be an asshole, okay?"

"Sure."

Saints, he wanted his brainpower back.

"Y/n? Long time no see," a voice drawled, and the demon flinched, growling in Nikolai's head.

"Davor, hi."

"He's your ex?" Nikolai whispered into her ear, and she nodded almost imperceptibly. Her smile was more fake than any of the ones she'd ever given Nikolai, and he wondered just exactly what Davor had done.

"Dominik, right?"

"Yeah." Nikolai smiled, not liking the sound of his best friend's name in this man's mouth, and stuck his hand out. Davor shook it, grip strong.

"Wait, you know each other?"

"Met last night. On the pier. He had a fish."

Apparently Davor was still unable to speak long sentences, and Nikolai resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"I thought you went home?" Y/n turned to him, eyes slightly wide.

"I was on my way, I just cut past the docks."

"So why did you have a fish?"

"He said it was for dinner."

"But you ate with me?"

"I always get hungry in the night, one of the many troubles with being me."

He could feel his face warming at the constant questioning, and wanted the ground to swallow him up.

"So how do you two know each other?" Davor asked.

"Dating. We're dating," Y/n said, and for once she sounded... glad? to say the words.

Davor's thick eyebrows rose, and he looked between the two of them. "He's not your usual type, is he? Didn't think you went for the pretty ones."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Davor."

"And it's nice that you think I'm pretty," Nikolai chipped in, smile on his face. Y/n stifled a snort, and Nikolai's smile widened. Maybe there was hope for something other than hatred between them.

Davor scowled, eyebrows coming down to draw together, and Nikolai felt his demon rise on its haunches. Something wicked came into the man's stare, and while Nikolai generally thought himself quite imposing and unafraid, he wanted to shrink before Y/n's ex.

"I'm not sure I believe it."

"Well it's happening, so I'm not really sure what you want-"

"Kiss."

What was it with people wanting them to kiss? First Y/n's mother, now Davor?

"Dominik?"

"Darling?"

"I think he wants us to kiss," Y/n said, gaze sharp. Nikolai smirked.

"Are you quoting me?"

"I- no, I am not. Shut up and kiss me."

"Properly?" He searched her face, hoping she would know what he meant.

"Properly would be good," Davor said. Nikolai had almost forgotten the man was there. "In your own time."

"Properly is fine, Dominik."

"How many times? Just Nik."

"Properly is fine, Nik."

He leaned in, smirk growing wider at her use of his name. Her arms were still around his neck, and she pulled him further in, going up on her toes as he gently pressed his lips to hers. His hands were on her waist, bringing her in (although not much given how close they already were), and he tilted his head, breaking away for air before kissing her again. His thumbs were rubbing circles into her hips, and her fingers were playing with his hair, running through it softly. He pulled back, bringing one of his hands up to cup her face gently, the other still stroking her side. Her cheeks were flushed, lips slightly more red than before, and her eyes were lidded. Nikolai couldn't help but feel a burst of pride at the sight, and he knew that he looked much the same.

"You were definitely quoting me, darling." Y/n blushed even more.

"Yeah, I was. Not ashamed at all."

Nikolai smiled, then turned his head to look at Davor. On seeing the place where the man had been empty, Nikolai felt his demon draw his attention to one of the stalls, where Davor was standing.

"Oh shit."

"What?" Y/n asked, worry on her face amidst the blush.

"He's talking to your mother."

"What?! Fuck no." All worry disappeared, and she extracted herself from him to stalk towards her mother's stall. Nikolai took an extra moment to collect himself, reeling slightly from the kiss.

It shouldn't have felt as good as it did, but Nikolai couldn't help but find himself wanting to kiss her again.

~~~

Y/n was surprised she could walk straight after kissing him.

It had been over a year since anything of the sort had happened, and Davor had never kissed her like that.

She knew it was dangerous, but she was comparing the two of them, cursing herself for doing so immediately afterwards. No matter what, Dominik wasn't going to be much better for her self-esteem than Davor was, and she couldn't go there.

Even if Nik had kissed her like she was the only girl in the world.

When had she started calling him 'Nik' in her head?

"Y/n! You and Dominik are getting on well, then?" She rolled her eyes as subtly as she could at her mother, plastering a smile on her face.

"Yep. All good."

"Is that why you left him standing like an idiot in the middle of the square after you kissed the living daylights out of him?"

Y/n turned to look, and sure enough Nik was still stood there.

"Uh... no?"

"Oh, he's coming over! Has he met Davor?"

"Yes."

Y/n did roll her eyes at Davor's monosyllabic answer, remembering that he wasn't much of a talker. It had always irritated her, having to do all the talking in the relationship. At least Nik could talk for fucking Ravka.

Stop comparing them, she scolded herself.

An arm appeared around her shoulder, and Y/n had to stop herself from flinching when she realised that it was her fake boyfriend. Looking up at him, she blushed at the state of his hair. Without thinking, she reached a hand up, trying to tame the golden locks. Nik jumped slightly, and Y/n wouldn't have noticed were she not pressed into his side (he'd stroked circles into her side when they'd kissed), and his eyes were wide when he looked at her. Conversation died as she attempted to return his hair to normal, and embarrassed Y/n brought her hand back to her side. Nik was smiling at her, a hint of smugness in his expression, but Y/n couldn't find the energy to hate him for it.

"Well," her mother started. "How's the building work going?" Y/n knew her mother wanted to know purely for the reason of having a reason to stop it, but answered anyway. Davor needed to know.

"It's going really well, actually! Nik and I have cleared the whole front garden, and once the entrance has been secured and stabilised I can make a start on the inside!" She perked up at the knowledge that she was making progress, and that her dream might one day very soon become reality.

"What building work?"

"The mansion, Y/n's doing it up and I offered to help," Nik spoke up, arm coming further around her shoulders, almost protectively.

"It's partly how he got me to go out with him."

"I thought you said he bribed you with paying for the date?"

"That too. I have standards, mother."

Nik chuckled slightly, and Y/n had to force her heart not to lift at the sound.

"You're doing work on the mansion? We talked about that."

"Yes, we did. And I'm doing it anyway." Davor scoffed, and she wanted to punch him and break his nose again.

"It's a terrible idea, and you'll never do it." He walked off, pushing through the crowds and disappearing from sight.

"Was he always that mean?"

"Yes, mother. You just never saw that part."

"Well it's a good job Nik isn't like that, eh?"

"Yeah, very good job." Y/n couldn't help but feel unease at her mother's words. Whatever she was feeling for Dominik had to stop. Davor had seemed nice at first too, all charm and smiles and kind words, and then he'd showed her who he really was, too late for Y/n to do much about it. If Dominik was the same, she'd never forgive herself for falling for the same 'nice guy' act twice. She had to distance herself. "I actually think I might go and work on it now, you know, deadline and all that."

"Oh, alright," her mother said, concern flitting into her voice.

"Do you want me to come and help?" Dominik asked.

She shook her head. "No, I'll be alright. You should probably take a nap, like Gregor said. I'll see you later when you clock off." He looked somewhat crestfallen, but the expression was quickly replaced by a smile. His ability to change face so quickly unnerved her, and further confirmed that she needed to spend as little time with him as possible. Waving goodbye to Dominik and her mother, Y/n headed in the direction of the mansion, desperately trying not to think of the echo of a kiss on her lips.

Chapter 4

[betweenthings2]

could you do 18 & 21 from the cuddle prompts <3

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18. Holding and cradling their face to study it, perhaps noticing something new. Something else to love and 21. “Do you want me to hold you closer?” “No that’s not it, ugh—I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?”

18. Holding and cradling their face to study it, perhaps noticing something new. Something else to love.

Matty wakes from his nap in their hotel room to George running fingers through his hair. It's nice and Matty is half tempted to let it lull him back to sleep. He's not tired anymore, though, and he'd mostly rather be awake to experience this quiet little bit of happiness and closeness.

"Good morning," George murmurs, half teasing, when he realizes that Matty is awake.

"How long was I asleep?" Matty asks, pressing himself a little closer to George.

"Hour and half? We're supposed to meet everyone for dinner soon."

Matty groans. "Why'd we agree to that?"

"'cause it'll be nice?" George offers.

"This is nice," Matty counters. "Room service and a spliff would be nice. Getting up is not nice."

"Should I say you don't feel up to it?" George offers, concern lacing his voice.

Matty shakes his head. "'m just bein' dramatic."

George chuckles. "At least you're self aware."

Matty hums and grumbles, "Turns out therapy is good for something."

"Matty," George sighs.

Matty presses a kiss to George's bare chest, and says, "I'm not wrong."

George combs his fingers through Matty's hair again and says, "You're not wrong, but I kind of don't think that's the point."

"The point is whatever I decide the point is," is Matty's counterpoint. He pauses, then says, "Actually, the point is to hate myself a little less, but self awareness is good enough, I guess."

"Matty," George repeats, a little bit sadder this time.

"Don't say my name like that," Matty protests, "like I'm some kind of tragic mess. I'm not. I'm ok."

"I don't think that," George murmurs.

"I know," Matty responds. "Kinda sounded like it though."

"Sorry, love," George offers. "You're not a tragic mess. Tragic is the last word I'd use to describe you. I'm proud of you and I love you."

"Oh, so you think I'm a mess?" Matty asks, voice a little brighter.

George can't help but laugh. "You're kind of a mess sometimes, let's be honest."

"Thank you, George, that's exactly what I wanted to hear."

George combs his fingers through Matty's curls again and says, "I love your mess. You wouldn't be you if you weren't a mess sometimes."

Matty presses another kiss to George's chest, this one a little bit closer to his collarbone, and quietly says, "I love you, too."

Quiet falls over the room for a few minutes after that, quiet breathing the only sound in the room until George's phone buzzes. They both try to ignore it, but then Matty's phone buzzes.

"We really should get up," George murmurs.

Matty makes a discontented sound, but he sits up, pushing curls out of his face, then clamors out of bed. George gets up, too, sitting on the edge of the bed, but Matty crowds into his space before he can stand up, kneeling on the edge of the bed so he can straddle George's lap and crossing his wrists behind George's neck.

"We're not going to make it to dinner if you don't move," George warns, wrapping and arm around Matty's waist. "We're gonna have to tell the guys that we missed dinner 'cause I was busy fucking you."

"You promise?" Matty pushes, leaning down for a kiss.

George chuckles. "We’ll never live it down," he warns.

"The funny thing," Matty murmurs, "is that I don't really care."

"You are incorrigible," George counters. "Absolutely incorrigible."

Matty takes one hand and cups George's jaw carefully, studying him intently, all big brown eyes and adoration. For a moment Matty thinks up an image of the George he met all those years ago, then of the teenage George he fell in love with and compares them to the George in front of him now. They've both gotten older, Matty knows, hell, he's begun to find grey hairs in his own dark hair, but he can't think of George as having gotten older, not in the way that he thinks of himself as having gotten older, or his parents as having gotten older. George is a constant, Matty thinks, even though there's stubble under his palm now and there wasn't the first time he touched George like this.

"You're staring," George says after a few moments.

Matty nods. "I've got a good view."

George ducks his head, like he's suddenly shy, and says, "Flatterer."

Matty urges his chin up and goes in for another kiss, this one a little longer and deeper. When they separate, he rests his forehead against George's and murmurs, "I love you. I adore you. And I keep thinkin' 'bout, uh, time, I guess, and how you're this, like, constant in my life, and I know I've gotten older, right, sometimes I look fucking old, but every time I look at you, 's like we're 24 again." Matty pauses, then, "I dunno, time is weird. I don't think any of that made sense, but I love you."

"It sorta made sense," George responds. "And I love you, too."

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21. “Do you want me to hold you closer?” “No that’s not it, ugh—I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?”

Matty has slowly been getting closer to George all evening. He'd pushed his chair just a little closer to George when they sat down for dinner and stood a little closer when they did the dishes. They'd put on a film after dinner and Matty had made himself comfortable on one end of the couch, so George took the other. At first, they were next to each other on the couch, then they were very close to each other on the couch, then George got up to go search for weed, and when he'd come back, Matty had closed the space between them, pressing their thighs together. Then Matty leaned against him, solid and warm, so George draped his arm around Matty's shoulders. Matty took that as an invitation to hook his thigh over George's and lean a little heavier.

Finally, George pulls Matty half into his lap half-annoyed and saying, "You can have things you want, you know."

Matty smiles and rests his head against George's chest. "'s hot when you get frustrated and physical with me."

"Yeah, alright," George agrees.

"'s true," Matty protests.

"Watch the film, Matthew," George says, doing his best to sound firm.

"See, 's hot when you try to tell me what to do, too," Matty murmurs. "'s also hot when you call me Matthew."

"What are you trying to do, love?" George asks, voice low.

"Nothin', really," Matty admits. "Just wanna be close."

"Close I can do," George agrees, urging Matty to be more firmly in his lap.

Matty settles after that, done with his search for closeness and contact, resting his head on George's shoulder. He doesn't watch the film, just closes his eyes and relaxes, feeling the gentle rise and fall of George's chest and the steady beating of his heart. By the time the climax of the film rolls around, though, Matty has lost his ability to sit still, shifting like he's trying to get even closer to George.

Frustrated, George lights a joint and passes it to Matty like he can will him to relax. Matty accepts it, stilling long enough to take a drag and exhale smoke, before he's trying to burrow closer and passing it back.

"D'ya want me to hold you closer?" George asks, ignoring the fact that they're about as close as two people can be.

Matty shakes his head. "No, that's not it," he pauses, then, "ugh, I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?"

"A little bit," George admits, "but it's in, like, the bottom half of weird things you've said to me."

Matty pouts and takes the joint from between George's fingers, saying, "Give me that. You can't be a dick and have the joint."

"I think that was honest, Matty," George responds, but he makes no move to take the joint back, just watches Matty take a drag.

"One and the same," Matty counters. "'s one and the fucking same."

George huffs a laugh and takes the joint back, saying, "Whatever you say."

"See, that's how you were supposed to react in the beginning. You're not supposed to tell me 's weird that I wanna be close to you."

"You said you wanted to curl up inside me," George corrects.

Matty huffs and takes the joint back, but he doesn't continue arguing, just says, "Doesn't mean you're not being a dick," and takes a drag.

George presses a kiss to Matty's temple and says, "Please accept my deepest apologies, then."

"That is an inauthentic apology, George," Matty says, faux serious.

George wraps his arm around Matty a little tighter and murmurs, “I love you so much."

"Love you more," Matty responds.

George takes the joint back and murmurs, "You're impossible."

"I love you. More than anything. I, like, if we could be one," Matty laces his fingers together, "thing, I'd do it. Sometimes, when we're not together, it's, like, physically painful," he admits. "Sounds co-dependent, I know, but, I just, I want to be closer."

"I love you, too," George murmurs, "and I get it. I do." He moves his hand it's under Matty's shirt, skin to skin, and repeats, "I get it. I get, uh, closer."

[suna1suna1]

It's WIP Wednesday again!

Alright, the tag game didn't work super great either, but that's okay. I got one person to play and they've got a really cool webcomic wip so it's all good lol

So, no art wips this week, but I do have an announcement.

The first chapter of To Catch a Hedgehog will be posted on AO3 next Thursday (probably after I get home from taking my chemistry exam)! After that, until such a time as it has been completely finished, I will update monthly, on the 1st of each month. I'm super excited to share this fic with all of you, and I hope you enjoy it! If you're looking forward to it, mark your calendars for February 1st! ^^

Now, here's this week's tag (go follow them, they're really cool) @deadrabbithq

And here's this week's progress! (that I totally didn't do late last night nope)

Shadow: "Sure. Let's go with that."

Shadow: "On another note, how attached to your job are you?"

Rouge: "0_0" 

Rouge: "Nah, I'm sitting this one out. You have fun. I'll try and cover your tracks." 

Shadow: "I didn't ask you to do that." 

Rouge: "You asked me if I was willing to be fired. I'm not. I'm compromising." 

Shadow: "Fair enough." 

There was another chime, and a new email address appeared in his inbox. No profile picture. The name was a string of nonsensical numbers and letters. 

yy783y7hhuqq7ht: "Would have come up with something cooler if my roommate had let me but oh well. It's me." 

Shadow rolled his eyes before he replied. 

Shadow: "What would you have come up with?" 

Sonic: "idk, fastest.thing.alive? Oh, wait... fuck, that's my ex's email. DAMN IT WHY'D HE TAKE THE COOL ONE?"

Shadow bit back a laugh as another message from Rouge came through. 

Rouge: "Look, just be careful, okay? It's not just losing your job you'll have to worry about." 

Shadow: "I know." 

He closed the window with their chat and turned his focus back to Sonic. 

Shadow: "Anyway, who is it that's gone completely 'Netic?" 

Sonic: "...Alright, here's an idea. It would be easier if I showed you. But since I can't trust you not to try and shoot my brains out, you come unarmed, and I bring back-up." 

Shadow: "Alright... but come where?"

Sonic: "The Mobius Strip. It's an Xtreme racing track. I used to race there not too long ago." 

Shadow: "Why did you stop?" 

Sonic: "Eh, dated a guy I met there for a little while, but he's just kind of a douche, so I try to avoid him." 

Shadow recalled the green-feathered hawk he'd seen talking to Sonic the night he followed him and Knuckles down to Station Square, and his quills stood in revulsion as he shuddered. If that was who he thought he was, he could see why Sonic would want nothing to do with him. 

Shadow: "Do you miss it?" 

Sonic: "Well, yeah, I guess... It was decent money for me too. But I couldn't trust that he wouldn't sabotage me because we broke up, so I cut my losses..." 

Shadow: "I take it you won quite a bit then? Or were you a foul player?"

Sonic: ">:( Rude, man. I race fair and square. Not my fault I'm aerodynamic." 

Shadow: "I've seen you on your gear. That's abnormally fast." 

Sonic: "Okay, yes, but that was after I quit. I had a friend juice it up for me. Better for running from the Hounds. And you. Oh, wait... you have those stupid rocket boots." 

Shadow: "Implants. Got them shortly after the Council died." 

Sonic: "Dude, just say they were murdered. We all know they were. Hell, you might have even done it."

Shadow: "Now who's being rude? I didn't. That was somebody else. At that time I was still in college." 

Sonic: "You went to college?"

Shadow: "Had to drop out before I got my bachelor's."