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Father knows best chapter 14: Don't give up on me
'I will fight
I will fight for you
I always do, until my heartIs black and blue
And I will stay
I will stay with you
We'll make it to the other side
Like lovers do.
I'll reach my hands out in the dark
And wait for yours to interlock.
I'll wait for you.
I'll wait for you. ~ Don't give up on me, Andy Grammer. {movie: Five feet apart.}
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Possum note: That's right, this book still exists. I didn't forget. Don't worry. Lol.
I've been so sick all week otherwise it would have been posted last week. Had some editing to do for it before posting. Hopefully it's alright. It's really late rn.
⚠️TW: involuntary Regression, talks of abuse, mentioned trafficking lots of hurt feelings, apologizes, regrets, implied self hate, Talks of violence, fear of rejection, hospitals. LMK if I should add.
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~~~M&M: Past:~~~
Millie and Moxxie had the most beautiful wedding.
He's not sure if it was only the most beautiful wedding he's ever seen because it was actually that beautiful…or because it was his.
It didn't really matter, it was the most beautiful in any case.
He's never been so happy in his entire life!
…but he's also never been more terrified either.
Millie would be in huge danger if they were ever found out.
He has absolutely no doubt that she could handle herself if anyone came after them, but that didn't mean he felt okay about that possibility.
“I wish my parents could've been here to see this.” Millie says as they lay in their bed at the hotel room.
“I know. Me too.” He says, laying down next to her.
The two of them stare at the ceiling…
“Did you tell your pa we got married?” Millie asks.
“Yeah, he says congratulations.” He lies.
Millie smiles. “That was nice. When do I get to meet him?”
“I don't know.” Moxxie says. “He’s just really busy. He's never really had time for family stuff…not since…”
“Your ma?” Millie asks.
Sure.
“Yeah.” He says.
“Do you think she would have liked me?” Millie asks.
“She would have loved you.” Moxxie tells her…
…It's the truth…he thinks.
But sometimes, you have to make up your own truth. “She would have been very happy for us.” He says. “She would have loved to be here.”
He tried so hard to imagine what it would have been like if she were here…
There's a good version…and a bad one.
In the good fantasy, she helped Millie get ready, told her how happy she was that Moxxie was happy…like the movies.
She'd give Millie the pearls she wore at her wedding, a gift from her mother.
And Millie would wear them, even if they're not really her style.
Millie is a badass, but she's also so kind and polite. Even if Moxxie tried to say something, Millie would insist she wear them.
‘I'm wearing them. They're the…most beautiful pearls I've ever seen in my entire life and I'm honored.’
‘Millie, you don't have to-’
‘Shut up, I'm wearing them!’
His mother would turn to Moxxie and tell him to treat Millie well because she deserved the world…because she does.
She absolutely does.
She deserved everything from him. Every good thing he could give.
Since he was already imagining, his father and Alessio would be there too…
His father would tell him that he made his father proud, that he found a good one.
Alessio would hand them the rings at the ceremony with a proud smile on his face.
But…
Then, there was the real version…
What would really happen if they were all there…
His mother would beg him not to do it.
‘Don't ruin Millie's life like your father did mine, please. She deserves better than this.’
She'd warn Millie not to go through with it.
His father would call him a miserable failure, he'd definitely put a stop to the wedding before it could actually happen…
Alessio would pull him away before the ceremony so that Millie would think he just stood her up.
They'd lock him up for a few days, and his mother would tell him it was all for the best.
“Honey?” Millie asks him, pulling him out of those dark thoughts. “Are you okay?”
….He decided he'd stick with the fantasy.
Moxxie smiles at her. “I'm okay. I love you so much.” He tells her, taking her hand.
“I love you too.” She says. She kisses Moxxie with such passion and devotion that he could feel nothing but happiness and love for her.
She was his family now…
No one else matters.
They're okay. And he’ll do everything to make sure of that.
~~~Present:~~~~
They arrive at the hospital to bring M&M in.
Stolas was already there at the door waiting for them.
Once they are parked, Stolas starts barking orders at the hospital staff, knowing he'll need to use his authority to get them to help the imps. Imps aren't exactly a priority otherwise.
Blitzø gets out of the van quickly so they can get to Millie first.
“Blitzø! Are you alright?” Stolas asks once he's out of the van, taking his wrist so he can look the imp over quickly to examine his burns and scars.
“I'm fine, M&M are the ones who need help.” Blitzø explains. “Millie was shot, and Moxxie- I don't really know what's happening with him to be honest with you. But he's not… doing okay.”
Stolas tells the staff to get Millie out of the van. “She needs help first, and then these two.” Stolas gestures to Moxxie and Blitzø once Moxxie is also out, along with Loona and Sallie May.
The staff nods and they immediately tend to Millie.
Blitzø sighs. “Stolas-”
“Shush.” Stolas says to Blitzø before turning his attention back to the staff. “And check those two as well.” He says, pointing at Loona and Sallie May. “No one is leaving this hospital until you're sure everyone is alright.” He says.
“Yes, sir. We'll get her in and fixed up, if everyone else can please wait in the waiting room.” One of the doctors says to them.
Stolas gestures for Blitzø to sit in the waiting room first, face firm in case he tries to argue again.
Blitzø does as Stolas tells him, but he doesn't like it! He hates hospitals! Stolas knows that!
His little self is creeping out, small thoughts of how mean Stolas is for making him do this, it's not fair-
Now is not the time to be small, Blitzø!
He tried to get himself out of it, thinking of big things…
Uhm taxes…
Paperwork…
Muder?
Stolas attempts to comfort Blitzø by placing a gentle hand in his.
Blitzø looks at their hands, then smiles and lightly squeezes Stolas's.
He's not really helping the smallness. But he does appreciate it.
Suddenly, someone shoves a clipboard at him. Not violently, but suddenly. “Just some paperwork for you to fill out. Where do I give Millie's?” One of the nurses asked.
Blitzø blinks. “Uh.”
“I got it.” Stolas says, taking the clipboard.
“You know nothing about Millie.” Blitzø says once the nurse is gone.
“You're doing it.” Stolas says. “I don't think Moxxie is in the right headspace for it.”
“No kidding.” Blitzø mumbles, taking the clipboard from him.
He finishes his and then does his best to fill in Millie's…
But he doesn't know everything about her…
Sigh…
He needs Moxxie's help.
He looks up at the white haired Imp, just staring at his own clipboard, eyes looking dead.
This was all his fault…
Why didn't he just ask Stolas for help sooner?
Moxxie deserves a lot better.
~~~Moxxie and Blitzø:~~~~
Moxxie sat down by himself across from Blitzø, but far enough away from him and Loona. He really just wants to be alone right now…
But he also doesn't. He doesn't really know.
The nurse handed him some paperwork, and he set it aside immediately, he didn't want to see a doctor…he just wanted it all to be over.
He wishes he didn't exist.
But not with his father…
Or with him? It would be easier if he was there instead.
No.
No, that would not be better, that's manipulation talking. Not the truth.
He wants to be here.
Okay not here…but better here than there he supposed.
He has a clipboard in his hands…
He looked at the other one that he just set aside, then looked down at it and realized it wasn't the hospitals…it was the list of all the littles that were trafficked by his father.
He doesn't even remember grabbing it. He flips it open and looks through the many names…
He carefully reads them…looks like most of those who were trafficked are in pride.
Makes sense, probably sinners since they can't adopt littles of their own.
For good reasons, he's sure.
Sick fucks.
“Moxxie?”
Moxxie looks up at Blitzø who was looking at him with what appeared to be nervousness.
He blinks…is he sure it's Blitzø?
Blitzø hands him another clipboard, there's too many clipboards.
“I tried filling it in as best as I could but I don't remember Millie's blood type.” Blitzø says. “Or birthday.”
Moxxie doesn't respond, only looks over the unanswered questions and fills them out real quick.
Blitzø sits next to him. “Hey…”
Moxxie looks back at his boss.
Blitzø sighs, he knows Moxxie is not okay, but he wants to ask anyway! What's a way to ask that isn't so…obvious?
“How uh- how you holding up?” Blitzø asks, hoping that was an okay way of asking.
Moxxie shrugs, expression not changing. “I don't know…I'm-”
He thinks it over, not sure what to say.
He gives up, finishing Millie's paper work before moving on to his own.
“Look…Mox, I'm so sorry for what happened today- I didn't mean to start that fire…” Blitzø takes a second to breathe, not wanting to think about how…
How familiar it all felt.
He often wished he just apologized to Fizz that day, he wasn't about to make the same mistake with Moxxie.
Moxxie doesn't say anything, so Blitzø continues: “I could have saved you earlier if I had just accepted help from Stolas. I don't know why I didn't I guess I just-”
Moxxie raises an eyebrow. “Did- did you just apologize to me?” He asks.
Blitzø looks at Moxxie, confused. “...Yes?”
“You've- I don't think you've ever done that before.” Moxxie says.
Blitzø hums. He looks away from Moxxie. “Yeah…pretty sure I owe you at least five thousand apologies at this point.” He says. “Sorry it took so long to finally hear one. I've been awful to you. I'm awful to everyone…it's not a excuse, that would be the worst defense actually…I just-”
“That's two.” Moxxie says.
Blitzø scoffs. “Shut up, please? I'm being serious.” He says, slightly amused by Moxxie, but not wanting to admit it.
“Serious too? Wow. Lots of new behaviors from you today.” Moxxie says, not mean or sarcastic, just…teasingly?
“Forgive me for being a little remorseful.” Blitzø rolls his eyes in annoyance, crossing his arms as he leans back in his chair.
“Vocabulary improved too.” Moxxie says.
“Okay, we're done talking about me.” Blitzø says, same annoyed tone.
“Stolas must be a good influence on you-”
“Moxxie!” Blitzø shouts, not in a mean way, just loudly to show his seriousness.
Moxxie chuckles. “I'm sorry, I'm done. I'm just…I don’t know. I can't take anything seriously right now. Everything is so fucked up, I don't really know how to react to anything right now.
Blitzø nods. “Yeah…I get that.”
“I’m sorry I lied to you, sir.” Moxxie says, catching Blitzø a little off guard.
“Blitzø.” Blitzø corrects, not sure how else to respond.
Moxxie nods. “I’m sorry I lied to you, Blitzø. I know I should have told you the truth before, but it was just- I- well…”
“Moxxie…you have nothing to apologize for, alright? You didn’t do anything wrong. I wouldn’t have told me either, are you kidding?” Blitzø asks. “You didn't know what kind of person I was. And even when you did, it didn't really matter. Besides, I sorta figured you were a little anyway.” Blitzø admits.
“Really?” Moxxie asks. ”It was that obvious?”
“Well, it was always a question in the back of my mind. The point is, you have nothing to be ashamed of, and just because I know for sure now, doesn’t mean I’ll treat you any different.” Blitzø explains.
“Thank you, s- uh Blitzø.” Moxxie says. “But-“
“What?” Blitzø asks.
“Crimson threatened your family, he threatened I.M.P! Even if he is…-” He can't bring himself to say it. “I bring danger wherever I go! What if the rest of my family decides to find me? What if they-”
Blitzø grips his shoulders again. “Moxxie, my family is safe. We’re fine. Everyone is okay. If they’re not, we’ll deal with it. This isn’t your fault.” He says.
“But I should never have let it get that far in the first place! You saved me from being homeless, you helped me escape prison, saved me from my family, twice now- you don’t deserve this!” Moxxie says.
“Moxxie, we’re friends. We fight shit together. Besides, this was nothing I couldn’t handle.” Blitzø says. “We escaped prison together, we started I.M.P together, we fought the human government! There's nothing we can't do. And Millie? She could do it all without us, but she has us: we can handle anything that's thrown our way so long as we got each other's backs.”
“Moxxie nods. “Thanks, Blitzø.”
“Don’t mention it.” He says. “Well, since I now know your secret…I guess it's only fair you know mine.”
“Are you going to tell me that you're a little too?” Moxxie asks him.
Blitzø sighs. “Yup.”
“I figured.” Moxxie says.
Blitzø shrugs. “Well, littles kinda have a weird sixth sense about these things.” Blitzø says.
Moxxie nods. “Yeah... “It doesn't change how I feel about you either.” He says reassuringly.
“Thanks, Mox.” Blitzø doesn't smile, but Moxxie knows that he was happy to hear it.
“I need to apologize to Millie.” Moxxie says. “But, I don't know how.”
Blitzø nods. “Yeah, that won't be a fun one. But, it'll be fine.”
“What if she never forgives me?” Moxxie asks.
“She will.” Blitzø says.
“She shouldn't.” Moxxie argues.
“She will.” Blitzø says again, a little louder.
“I didn't mean to cause all of this.” Moxxie says.
“Moxxie, stop. You didn't cause this.”
“Stop saying that.” Moxxie says. “Because I did.”
“I will stop once you stop blaming yourself, it was my fault more than it was yours; You didn't ask to be kidnapped or to be forced into your father's creepy mind games.” He says. “You're the victim in case you haven't noticed.”
Moxxie looks as if he's about to say something else…but he doesn't.
While they were talking, Stolas had taken all the paperwork to the nurse.
“Moxxie Knolasname?” The nurse called. “The doctor will see you now.”
Moxxie stands up.
“Good luck.” Blitzø says.
Moxxie smiles at him. “Thanks, Blitzø.”
Moxxie looks at him for a moment, as if there was something more he wanted to say…
But he didn't.
~~~Blitzø and Loona:~~~
After the conversation with Moxxie, Blitzø got started on his next apology…
He moved to sit down next to his daughter, the guilt eating at him alive…
“What do you want?” Loona sighs.
“I didn't mean to worry you, Loony.” Blitzø says. “I know I messed up.” He says.
Loona sighs. “We could have lost Moxxie.” She states.
“Loon-”
She holds up a finger. “I couldn't lose you both. I couldn't live with that. You're my father, dude. You're supposed to be there, I still need you around!” She shouts, trying not to be too loud, but she's so angry, she can't help it.
Blitzø takes a deep breath. “I know, I'm sorry. I just-”
“You need to take care of yourself!” Loona says. “I'm not losing another parent.” She says.
“Loona, you're not-”
Loona starts tearing up. “This was all my fault…” she whispers.
“What?” Blitzø asks, he hasn't seen her cry in a while…he's not sure what to do.
“I was supposed to be watching him, I couldn't track him down, I've been so awful to him!” Loona cries outwardly now.
“Hey.” Blitzø rests a hand on her shoulder. “Loona, this was not your fault…do you hear me?” Blitzø asks.
Loona nods. “Yeah.”
“Good. It wasn't your job to take care of Moxxie, he's a grown man.” He says. “I never should have put that on you. I never thought it would go this far.”
“...I couldn't track him.” She says.
“It was impossible to track him. Why would I expect the impossible from you?” Blitzø asks. “That's ridiculous.”
“You don't get it.” Loona says. “It's the one thing I'm good at, the only thing I'm good for, isn't that why you adopted me!?” She asks.
Blitzø's eyes widened. “What?! Of course not! Loonie-”
Loona turns away.
“No, look at me, Loonie.” Blitzø tells her. “You are my daughter. You mean way more to me than your physical abilities. I know you. You're smarter than you think you are, you're hilarious, driven, you hide everything behind sarcasm and anger but I know how passionate you are, how you want way more than anyone could or has ever offered. Loona…you matter to me. I love you. I saw that you had so much to offer the world and deserved a better chance, that's why I adopted you. No other reason.”
Loona looks at him.
“I went into that pound to find a hellhound for I.M.P. but…my motives changed once I saw you.” Blitzø explains further.
Loona smiles.
She wants to thank him, tell him that she loves him too…
But…
She really doesn't want to cry again.
Loona wipes away the tears quickly and stands up. “I'm gonna go get some real Coffee, want some?” Loona asks.
Blitzø shakes his head. “No, my nerves are bad enough right now.” He says, half joking.
Loona smiles and nods. “Yeah.” She turns to Stolas, who was a decent distance away. “Take care of him?”
Stolas smiles at her, then at Blitzø. “Always.”
~~~Stolas and Blitzø: a few minutes later:~~~
“Okay, Mr Blitzo. We're ready for you.” Someone suddenly says.
Blitzø's breathing fastens as his chest feels this horrible- horrible pain.
He was doing so well, but now he either wants to cry or kill every nurse and doctor in this damn place!
“Is it alright if I accompany him?” Stolas asks.
“I suppose so, if he's okay with that.” The doctor says.
“Blitzø?” Stolas asks him for clarification. “Is it alright if I go with you?”
Blitzø nods, taking Stolas's hand. “Please.”
He's feeling small…he can't fight it anymore. He needs Stolas there!
Stolas smiles. “Come on.” He leads Blitzø to the doctor's office.
They get a few strange looks, but no one questioned why he went with the imp.
“Take a seat please.” The doctor tells him.
Blitzø climbs up on the hospital bed and sits down, still holding Stolas's hand.
He's kicking his little feet anxiously and his eyes are showing off innocence.
Stolas realizes he's small now, and he gives Blitzø a worried look.
“Alright, Mr Blitzø. What happened here?” The doctor asks.
Blitzø doesn't answer, he just bites down on one of his claws.
“There was a fire.” Stolas says softly, taking Blitzø's hand out of his mouth.
“Is he a little?” She asks Stolas.
Stolas feels a cold sweat as the imp is reaching for him, asking for some comfort.
“Well, I want to say no.” Stolas says.
“Stowes.” Blitzø whispers loudly, it's cute he thinks the doctor can't hear that.
“He's a secret little then?” She asks. “I get those more often than you'd think. I promise I won't say anything.” She says. “It's not really any of my business.”
“Oh.. Thank you, I appreciate that.” Stolas says.
She gently and carefully touches Blitzø’s face.
Blitzø flinches and moves away from her.
“Hey, it's okay, sweetie.” She says.
Blitzø whines, reaching and clawing at Stolas to get away.
Stolas takes his hands carefully. “Blitzø, calm down, please. She's not going to hurt you, I promise I wouldn't let her do that.”
Blitzø does believe Stolas, but that didn't make him any less afraid!
His breathing continued rapidly as soft whines escaped him as she examined his wounds.
She looks them over and carefully bandages him up. “He'll be fine, there's gonna be quite a few new white marks on him, but-”
“But he'll be alright?” Stolas asks.
She nods. “Oh yeah, he'll be fine.” She turns to Blitzø. “You'll have to keep those bandages on for a bit until they're fully healed, okay hun?” The doctor asks. “Replace them every day or so, or whenever you think you need to.”
Blitzø doesn't answer her, just stares at her with fear and skepticism.
Stolas speaks up. “I'll make sure he takes care of himself. Don't worry.”
She smiles. “You're so lucky to have such a good caregiver.” She says, handing Blitzø a lollipop.
Blitzø takes it, reluctantly, biting the plastic and deciding its gross.
Stolas shakes his head as he takes the lollipop and unwraps it for him. “No, I'm the lucky one.”
“Is that your daddy?” The doctor asks.
Blitzø shakes his head. “Mm no. Dats my Stowes.”
Stolas pets his head. “Is there somewhere we can go until he's out of his headspace?” Stolas asks.
“Of course. There's a quiet room outside. Walk down the hall. It's the one with the koala on the door.” She says.
“Thank you.” Stolas smiles.
~~~Moxxie and Sally May.~~~
“You alright?” Sallie May approached Moxxie once he got out of the doctors office, she handed him a coffee from the machine.
“I'm fine.” Moxxie says, taking the coffee. “Thanks.”
“The coffee here sucks.” She says. “I'm getting some real coffee after they tell us Millie's not fucking dying.”
Loona offered to get her one, but she turned her down, not knowing the wolf well enough to trust her with her drink.
Moxxie’s breathing fastens at that moment, thinking about Millie and the state she's in!
“Woah, chill out. She's fine, she's survived worse than this.” Sallie tells him.
“I know, I know. I know she's fine, I just-”
“You're worried, I get it.” Sallie says. “I am too…”
They were quiet for a few minutes,
“So. You're a little?” Sallie May asks.
Moxxie nods, it was weird admitting it. “Yeah, so?”
“So, how'd you fake the test?” She asks.
“My father made me.” Moxxie says. “Hypnosis works wonders on the mind.”
Sallie May hums, understandingly.
“How about you?” Moxxie asks back.
Sallie's eyes widened. “What?”
“I've known since I first met you.” Moxxie says.
“You've never said anything...” Sallie says, shifting awkwardly.
“It's not really my business.” Moxxie says.
Sallie licks her lips. She has never talked to anyone about it…ever. Not even Millie or her brothers.
“You don't have to answer.” Moxxie says. “I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
She looks away from him, appreciating his sensitivity, she supposed.
She's not sure if it was the situation or the fact that Moxxie is a little that makes her want to, but she does want to tell him. “...It was hard after I came out.” She explains, not entirely sure why, but she thinks she can trust him. “My parents didn't really…get it. I mean, they were fine with me being myself, they tried to be supportive. But, it was so stressful! Everyone was treating me like- like I changed but I didn't! I dyed my hair and changed my clothes, and they acted like I was a complete stranger they didn't even know!”
Moxxie nods.
Sallie took some deep breaths. The only one who treated her the same was Millie, their rivalry didn't change a bit…and it was amazing!
‘Thanks for not…you know, treating me like a complete stranger.’
‘You're not a stranger, I always knew who you were, an annoying, stubborn, badass bitch. I think…you're brave. Being honest about who you are isn't always easy. Especially with our parents.’
It was a small compliment that they barely lingered on…
But it meant the world to Sallie…
“After that I- I just- I didn't know how to tell them that I was a regressor too. So, I didn't. I studied that test for months to make sure I didn't get a regressor classification… I just couldn't do it.”
Moxxie nods. “Yeah…I get that.” Moxxie sayd. “I don't know how I'm going to face it.”
“Face what?” She asks.
“The rest of my life.” Moxxie says.
“I've been there, trust me. Sometimes being yourself is harder than the fake version you've invented…but that ain't livin.” She says.
“But I've been pretending my whole life.” Moxxie says. “I don't even know where the facade ends and I start. I feel like I've been broken for so long…and I'm just pretending I'm all put together.”
“It's okay to not be, you know, it's okay to not be alright. It's alright to be a little broken. Everyone is a little…”
“People always say that, but they never mean it.” He says.
“I do…” She takes a sip of coffee then turns to him. “Suffer.” She says, snarkily.
Moxxie rolls his eyes.
“Seriously though, let yourself feel. Those who really matter will be there. “
“You need to learn to take your own advice.” Moxxie says.
Sallie shrugs. “But I worry no one in my family really matters.”
“We do.” Moxxie says. “Millie and I will be there for you regardless of what your family says. But you should give them a chance to care before assuming they won't be supportive.”
Sallie May scoffs. “You need to learn to take your own advice.”
“Moxxie, you can see your wife now.”
Moxxie feels a sharp pain of guilt hit his heart…
He takes a deep breath.
“It'll be alright.” Sallie May promises.
But there's no way she can know that…
Moxxie nods anyway and stands up.
“Moxxie?”
“Yeah?”
“Don't tell Millie about me.” She says.
“I wouldn't do that.” Moxxie says. “I promise your secret is safe with me.”
~~~Stolas and Blitzø:~~~~
Blitzø and Stolas find the quiet room.
The sign on the door wrote: ‘Quiet room/Sensory-friendly room. Please be respectful.’
The room was a beautiful blue color, and the lighting was soft as was the music that was playing inside.
There were toys in the center of the room, and beautiful shelves that were sorted nicely and labeled.
-Fidgets
-soft toys.
-paper
-towels
-wipes
-headphones.
It was a paradise for any little one, or for those who deal with sensory issues, anxiety, or those who are autistic.
It had everything they could possibly need.
Stolas set Blitzø down next to him in the seating area. “Are you doing alright?” Stolas asks him.
Blitzø shrugs, climbing back onto Stolas’s lap.
“Do you want to go home?” He asks, petting the imp’s head.
Blitzø shakes his head and whines through the lollipop in his mouth, hugging Stolas tight.
“Would you like to stay with me tonight?” Stolas asks him.
Blitzø nods. “Scay.” He says through the lolly.
Stolas kisses the top of Blitzø's head. “Alright, you can stay with me. As long as you'd like, little one.”
“Stowes?” Blitzø asks, taking the candy out of his mouth.
“Yes dear?”
“M’ in twoble?”
Stolas tilts his head. “Of course not, darling. Why would you think that?”
“I ‘pose ta be big.” He says.
Stolas kisses the top of Blitzø's head. “You can't help that, darling. You had such a big stressful day today. Besides, the doctor isn't going to say anything. Even if she did, I promise I would never let anything bad happen to you. Alright?”
Blitzø nods. “Stowes?”
“Yes?”
“Hawts.” He whines, resting his head against Stolas's chest.
“I know, dear. I promise it'll get better.” Stolas holds him gently, avoiding his more sensitive areas. It was hard but he found a comfortable enough position to hold the imp before the little one fell fast asleep.
~~~Millie and Moxxie:~~~
Moxxie hesitates a moment before entering Millie's room.
What can he say?
He lied to her, hid his true self, his family, and dragged her into all of it.
His head was spinning and he felt so cold…
The doctors had prescribed him anti-anxiety medication and gave him the number to a therapy clinic.
That's what he needs. Drugs and strangers to talk to about what happened.
Right now he wishes he could take the drugs.
And talking to a stranger would be easier than talking to Millie right now …
Which hurts…because Millie is his favorite person to talk to.
He takes a deep breath and opens the door.
“Moxxie!” She smiles, lively as ever. She acts as if she didn't lose a shit ton of blood from her leg.
“Hi.” Moxxie smiles. “How are you feeling?”
Millie reaches for Moxxie's hand and pulls him forward, hugging him tightly. “I'm so glad you're safe. Are you hurt at all?”
Moxxie shakes his head. “I'm fine Millie. I'm not hurt. I'm okay.”
Millie sighs with relief. “Good.”
There was a few minutes of silence between the two…now that they both know the other was fine… there was room for other thoughts.
“Moxxie?” Millie asks, voice a bit hesitant, but determined as well.
Moxxie looks at her. “Yeah?”
Millie looked up at her husband sadly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks him. “I would have understood. I don't under-”
“Millie…” Moxxie turns his head slightly away from her. “Can we maybe not talk about this right now?” He interupts.
“I’m your wife!” Millie says. “How could you not tell me? I am always here for you, how could you think that I-” Millie takes a deep breath. “What did you think I would do to you?”
Moxxie shakes his head. “Nothing, I just-” he really didn’t want to talk about it…he wanted to forget it.
“Moxxie?” Millie asks. “Are you alright?”
Moxxie shakes his head again. “She was right. I never should have dragged you into this. I'm sorry.”
“Who's she?” Millie asks.
Moxxie gets up and walks around the room a bit. He doesn't know why, he just has to move!
“Moxxie?” Millie asks.
“Do you need anything?” He asks. “Are you hungry or need another pillow?”
“I need answers.” She says simply.
She doesn't understand any of this…what was going on!?
Moxxie sighs. “Millie…please?”
Millie nods. “Alright. I'm- I'm sorry. You're right. It can wait, I'm just-”
Moxxie takes her hand. “You don't have to be…I'm the one who's sorry.” Moxxie says.
Millie smiles at him. “It's okay.” She says. “You didn't do anything wrong, hun. I'm not mad at you.”
“Really?” Moxxie asks. “You're not mad?”
“Of course I'm not mad. I'm confused, maybe a little hurt, but I'm sure you have your reasons, right?” Millie asks him.
Moxxie nods.
Millie reaches to touch Moxxie's face. “I love you so much. You know that, don't you?”
Moxxie nods. “I know. I love you too.”
Moxxie sighs and he's suddenly very unable to stand still, fidgeting, needing something to do.
“Hun?” Millie asks.
Moxxie looks at her. “Yeah?”
“Can you get me a glass of water?” She asks.
Moxxie smiles and nods. “Yeah. Thanks, Millie.” He says, about to leave the room.
“And Moxxie?”
He stops. “Yes, Millie?”
“Whatever the answer is- when you're ready…it'll be okay.” She promises. “We'll work this out together. Like we always do.”
Moxxie nods. “Okay…”
He leaves to get her the water.
And Millie sighs once she's alone again.
It was hard to accept. But she trusts Moxxie.
Sometimes trusting someone means not getting all the answers right away.
Even when it's killing you.
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'And I will hold
I'll hold onto you
No matter what this world'll throw
It won't shake me loose'
Cause I'm not givin' upI'm not givin' up,
No not yet
Even when I'm down to my last breath
Even when they say there's nothin' left
So don't give up on me
I'm not giving up,
No not me
Even when nobody else believes
I'm not goin' down that easily
So don't give up on me.'
Don't give up on me, Andy Grammer. {movie: Five feet apart.}
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Possum: One more chapter, one more chapter!! Then we get lotsa Moxxie fluff! Hang in there guys!!! Lol 😆
Hope you guys liked this chapter okay. It's not anything special, the next one will hopefully be better.
At least we know about Sallie now! What do you guys think of her being a regressor? Lmk.
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#ittybittyimps#father knows best#fkb ittybittyimps#father knows best IBI#little!Moxxie#age regressor Moxxie#age regressor Sallie May
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🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥 Secret Shanghai Edition
the character everyone gets wrong
Marshall. He is canonically an excellent cook, s why are we convinced he'd set something on fire if left alone in the kitchen?
a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom
no comment
screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr
EVERY SINGLE DAMN TIME I have seen Alisa and Phoebe shipped (let aroace people live and bisexuals are still bisexual even in a seemingly hetero relationship) or those takes I've seen on TikTok of people shipping Rosalind and Benedikt and Celia and Marshall if I weren't on my computer I would put sooooo many barf emojis here
what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?
luckily nothing yet I believe
worst discord server and why
mine with my friends its sooo annoying how we have incredibly amazing and intelligent and sometimes incoherent conversations like guys we're the worst (sarcasm)
which ship fans are the most annoying?
like I said, anyone who ships the above things needs to stay 10 feet away from me at all times and undergo intense media literacy training
what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?
I think everyone's answer for this is Oliver. I'm so sorry we (especially me tbh) did you so dirty pre fhh I promise we've learnt our lesson!
common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about
Oliver loves cats. incorrect. Cats are his entire life. there is a difference, and we need to recognize it.
worst part of canon
roma and Alisa's dad just disappeared before I could beat him up
worst part of fanon
we're too funny my stomach literally hurts from laughing too hard sometimes. Seriously though, the above ship takes that make my blood boil, as well as some complaints about how a lot of us talk about how we think certain characters are neurodivergent/disabled. While I think some of those are actually considered canon, I don't understand why people are so made that we (a relatively neurospicy bunch) are identifying the parts of characters we relate to and labeling them. We're doing you no harm and not interfering with your ability to enjoy the characters. Shouldn't it be a good thing that we're able to identify with the characters? Just mind your business. (also anyone who erases Rosalind's and Alisa's aroaceness that is indeed canon and I hope both sides of your pillow are too warm)
number of fandom-related words you've filtered
I don't think any
the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them
I don't think anyone hates these guys, but why don't we ever talk about the couple from LVC? They were so sweet, and I'm kind of sad we didn't get any mention of them in FHH.
worst blorboficiation
I feel like a bad Tumblr user, but I don't know what this means. is this like uwu-ification?
that one thing you see in fics all the time
@typingwithmyhandstied 's GENIUS
that one thing you see in fanart all the time
Juliette always has the appropriate amount of knives thank you very much for that guys :)
you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)
I personally don't get into the Rosalind is a vampire thing, but I'm cheering you guys on from afar (im just not into vampires lol)
there should be more of this type of fic/art
idk I should probably work on my university au
it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...
the fact that not only did she feel comfortable falling asleep around Orion (see one of @no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist 's recent posts) but Rosalind was also muttering in French in that scene. Her dominant language. She was both out of it enough/comfortable enough with him that she dropped the I was raised in American fake accent and just started speaking normally in this essay I will- basically we need to talk more about the use of multilingualism in the ss books
you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...
past me would be horrified to know that I like Oliver now
part of canon you found tedious or boring
I think TVD can be a bit boring sometimes, but that makes sense, since it was Chloe's debut, and she's grown immensely since then
part of canon you think is overhyped
the seagreen trio is overrated (they are literally my favorite characters)
your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores
THE MULTILIGUALISM
ship you've unwillingly come around to
Olivercelia. Like I said, I was his strongest hater pre fhh. Now I see what she clearly sees in him.
topic that brings up the most rancid discourse
discourse on ss Tumblr is mostly joking. my personal favorite is when @marsneedstherapy and I pretend to yell at each other in different languages
common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing
"no one appreciates x enough" I do. I love them.
#enjoy this took me all afternoon#chloe gong#secret shanghai#foul lady fortune#foul heart huntsman#writergracethepanda#these violent delights#our violent ends
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on aziraphale's insecurities in S2
i'm pretty sure one of the lines in the end scene where crowley shoots himself in the foot the most is "i think i understand a whole lot better than you do," and i don't even think he realizes how badly aziraphale takes it.
it's just a fact to him: he knows better than aziraphale what heaven is like. it's also a fact to the audience, who knows that the metatron is doing this for bad reasons and that aziraphale is walking into a trap. but it's not a fact to aziraphale. and that's the moment aziraphale goes from panicky and anxious to angry.
aziraphale's self-doubts and anxieties concerning his identity as an angel are shown frequently in s2. we start 2x01 with him deeply insecure in his 'retirement': crowley mentions that aziraphale frequently calls him to "tell him about something clever he did," and aziraphale confirms that he is essentially using these conversations as a stand-in for reporting to heaven. he misses being on The Good Team and doesn't know what to do with himself now that he's not.
so aziraphale doesn't know who he is if he's not an angel, but he also knows that he's a bad angel. he was frequently mocked and condescended to in heaven (by seemingly everyone, not just the archangels; even the quartermaster in s1 called him pathetic). he lied to heaven, he lied to god, he enjoys earthly pleasures, he loves works with a demon, and he doubts the Plan. he never fit in with them. lonely, remember?
and later in the season, we learn that shax, for all that she apparently is not great with sarcasm, is remarkably perceptive when picking up on insecurities. she mocks aziraphale twice, first in the car for his relationship with crowley (which, interestingly, doesn't faze him a bit--remember the eyebrow? he's not at all insecure in his knowledge that crowley loves him. crowley has always been the thing he's most sure of, even very early on--look at how much faith he has in him with job.) the second time she hits much harder: "crowley's emotional support angel," "shall we send in the sushi?" "the softest touch" etc. it hurts him, you can see it.
and there's another tiny moment in 2x05 I don't think I've ever seen anyone talk about, where crowley has just bluffed to the demon horde and is trying to get all the humans together to leave. crowley says, "I won't leave you on your own," and aziraphale says, "I know. But I have a suggestion--" and crowley brushes him off, saying "I got this." aziraphale looks very frustrated by this exchange, which--yeah! fair!
and over and over, we just--we see crowley be right. right about job and god, right about elspeth, right about the magic trick, the nazis, the arrangement, the apocalypse. "you were right, you were right, i was wrong, you were right." crowley's never done the dance before, he says. how many times has aziraphale had to?
and crowley's not just right, he's confident in it! he moves through the world and makes choices that fly in the face of everything aziraphale knows about Good and Evil, and it seems to come so easily to him. he's loud, and he's brave, and he's full of conviction, and aziraphale often feels overshadowed by that surety, because he's so often full of doubt. "you sound jealous, angel," is what crowley says at job's mansion, and i think he's more right than he knows.
all this to say: when crowley says "I think I understand a whole lot better than you do," what aziraphale hears is you idiot and how can somebody as clever as you be so stupid and I was right, I was right, you were wrong, I was right. and he's fucking sick of it.
and so he doubles down, and he gets in the stupid elevator, and he makes the worst mistake of his life, because he's sick of being treated as heaven's lackey or crowley's sidekick. the metatron knew exactly what to say to get him there, and crowley had no idea he was playing directly into it.
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MR. FUNNY GUY — l.heeseung
PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader GENRES: fluff, humor WC: 3.8k+
WARNINGS: a few swear words, mentions of alcohol. yeji, sunghoon's sister, is portrayed in this fic as being of age, because there is a part that insinuates that she has been drinking.
NOTES: this came to me as a totally random thought and made me want to write it, without pretension. yes, konon is written as jake's girlfriend just because i wanted something totally different, and i've never seen anyone put her as the girlfriend of any of the boys. idk, nothing special, hehehe. i hope you like it!
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Every group of friends consists of having outstanding personalities or a representative for each thing among them. Heeseung could be the personification of the funny kid.
He had always been in charge of making the best jokes and making everyone laugh ever since he met his friends at the end of high school and the beginning of university. With Heeseung around, it was as if there was no sadness at all.
Even his attitude was that of a big, awkward, funny guy, which gave him even more credit for his antics.
Heeseung was responsible for making Jake stop crying when he got his first low grade in calculus at university. Not even his girlfriend was able to cheer him up, but Heeseung trying to prepare a smoothie and forgot to close the lid of the blender, causing all the fruit and mixtures to fly around the kitchen... Oh, that got a good laugh out of Jake. And a few curses from Jay, for sure.
Heeseung was also responsible for making Sunghoon and Yeji cry with laughter a week after their puppy went missing. She was crying and he said he would help his friends find her, even if their hopes were slim. Heeseung did find her, but that didn't stop him from coming back all wet and with mud all over his shorts because the dog had wandered into a garden and he ran with his life to rescue her. Telling that story out loud made it all worthwhile in the end.
What Heeseung never managed was to get many smiles out of you, Yeji's best friend. It wasn't as if you and she joined Sunghoon's group of friends very often, but when you did, you were the only one who stayed quietly in the corner of the room and didn't crack a smile when he made a joke.
At first, it didn't make much difference to him, not least because you only appeared occasionally and Heeseung only found out about you sometime later. Because you really were so quiet that you seemed almost invisible. But as time went by and Yeji attended more and more of the boys' meetings – even more so after she and you made friends with Jake's girlfriend – Heeseung didn't want to admit it, but he started to feel a bit insulted.
Why weren't you laughing at his jokes? Why didn't you crack a single smile at his antics in front of his friends? You were supposed to hate him, in Heeseung's mind. That was the only explanation for why he never saw a single curved movement of your lips.
"Relax, man" Sunghoon said one night when the two of them were in the kitchen preparing the popcorn for the movie. "Yeji said that Y/n is like that, very closed," he took a larger bowl to pour the contents into, placing it next to another in case he needed a spare. "She took a while to open up to the girls, so maybe it's nothing personal."
So it would seem. Heeseung thought, rolling his eyes as he tried to forget about it and focus on the movie night they all had together.
A whole month passed and he tried not to focus on the thought that you didn't like him, because if that were the case, Heeseung would have gotten there first. He knew everyone there before you did, so if you didn't like him, you might as well not hang out with them anymore and just be friends with Yeji and Jake's girlfriend.
But no, that night what he wanted to happen happened. And without expecting much, without creating any expectations that you would smile at him.
"What are you three doing?" Sunghoon approached and ruffled Yeji's hair, hearing his little sister grumble and curse him for it.
"Trying to make sushi at home" she huffed "But Konon's the only one who can, and she gives the hardest tasks to me and Y/n to do."
"Come on, I think we're doing fine," you said, avoiding looking at Konon because you knew she was laughing at the two of you.
You held up a hot roll you had just rolled, hoping it wouldn't fall out of your hand and spill all the rice. Your eyes met Sunghoon's and then looked at Heeseung, who was standing in the kitchen doorway.
"You're doing a great job," Sunghoon complimented.
"Yeah, long and crooked... Looks like Sunghoon" Heeseung pointed to the hotroll in his hand, and he almost shouted when he heard the sound of your laughter.
It wasn't possible what Heeseung's eyes were seeing at that moment. You. Laughing and then smiling at him... Did that really happen?
Sunghoon abruptly turned to Heeseung as if he was thinking the same thing. Of course, he and the boys were the only ones to hear Heeseung's lament that you never smiled at anything he did. But now it had just happened.
And he wasn't sure if he wanted to see it again, because strangely Heeseung's heart was pumping in a way that he wasn't happy about. Not to mention the fact that, apart from thinking about your smile and the sound of your laugh for weeks, the boy wasn't proud to say that he had dreamt about it.
Was it stupid to say that he had actually dreamed of your smile? Shit, that couldn't be possible.
"Heeseung!" Jake shouted to get his friend's attention, snapping his fingers in front of his face.
"Fuck, what a fright" Heeseung wriggled in his chair "What's wrong?"
"I've been calling you for about five minutes, what world were you in?"
"In the world where Y/n keeps smiling at him" Sunghoon hummed.
Fucking bastard... How did Sunghoon have to be so direct like that? All right, his friends knew and couldn't stand to hear Heeseung fantasize about it for weeks, but hearing it out loud from someone else made him feel like a bit of an idiot.
"In my defense, I'm still in shock about this" he tried to say, hearing Jay's laughter from across the room.
"Still? How long has it been... like, three weeks? A month?" he asked, already knowing the answer. If Heeseung were to count, it had been a month and a few days, because every month the girls tried to make a different food. And he distinctly remembers his skills – not unlike Konon's – in rolling the seaweed into sushi.
"Do you like her?" Jake sprawled further back on the sofa, almost throwing his legs over Heeseung's lap. Sunghoon was sitting on the floor staring at the TV while the movie was still playing.
"What? No" he said too quickly, regretting it the moment all the boys' eyes landed on him.
"Dude, you literally went to great lengths just to make her laugh for you" Jay got up from his chair to walk over to Sunghoon and sit down next to him on the floor.
"And when that happened, you didn't stop talking about it the whole time," Jake added.
"I said you could all make me stop talking—"
"We don't want to, it's cute" Sunghoon smiled "Besides I think it happened a few more times after sushi night."
"What?" it was Heeseung's turn to shout, startling Jake who was cursing at him quietly as he curled up on the sofa.
At that moment Heeseung was standing in the living room, pacing back and forth near the TV and watching his friends with mixed feelings. Jake was still recovering from his shock, Sunghoon was pressing his lips together, feeling guilty for saying it just then. While Jay held in his laughter and closed his eyes to wait for the conversation to unfold.
"You're just telling me about this now? Fuck Sunghoon, what do you mean?"
"Dude, I'm sorry" he said, "It's just that you got so excited about it that if I told you she smiled a few more times, you might explode."
"I'm exploding right now" from the coloring of his face, it could be possible.
What do you mean you smiled at Heeseung or something related to him and Sunghoon didn't say anything at all? Now he wanted to know, what was the occasion? Had he done something funny, said something at the wrong time, or made a joke? Or did you genuinely smile just because he was around? What had been the circumstance in which you smiled at him?
"All your gears are turning at the moment and I think it's my fault" Sunghoon got up from the floor, straightening his pants and then sighing, "But she smiled at times when you weren't looking."
"Why?"
"Look, I know your mind because I've lived with you for years, but I have no idea what she was thinking about it" Sunghoon's words had a unique effect on Heeseung. He was even more pensive.
"Yeah, he's right," Jake said.
"You too..." Heeseung then turned to Jay.
"Dude, we talked about this for hours and worked it out together," he defended himself, cringing when the other threatened to approach.
"Hey, calm down!" Sunghoon held him by the shoulders even though he knew his friend would do absolutely nothing to any of the three "Now that you know, you can do something about it."
"Yes, kill the three of you."
"Or talk to her and ask why" Jake shrugged and stood up, giving his best smile in response "Now how about we order something to eat? I'm starving."
"No, no more drinks for you today, young lady" Sunghoon snatched the glass from Yeji's hand, listening to his sister's protests even though she was already a little upset.
"But hey, we're celebrating" she tried to catch it, but to no avail, her older brother was taller and would surely use that to his advantage.
"Celebrating what? The loss of your liver?" Heeseung looked around at the number of glasses on the kitchen counter.
He sighed as he imagined that the owner of that house would have an extremely difficult time cleaning up, but his thoughts were soon cut loose by the sound of laughter that flooded the room. His body went still and his eyes widened at the sight of your standing in front of the kitchen door.
"Hey, Heeseung, you look like you've seen a haunting" you waved at him, smiling briefly and then turning your eyes back to the Park siblings.
"He just heard something" Sunghoon added.
Not knowing what it was, you didn't bother asking him and just walked into the kitchen where the three of them were still standing.
"What's going on?" you asked.
"Yeji's already drunk, so let's go home."
"But she's celebrating," you pouted "It's not every day you get an A in Professor Choi's class."
"The worst professor at that university" Yeji picked up a glass to raise and pretend to toast, then put it back on the counter.
"But you've had enough, so I think you'd better go home" he looked at his sister and then at you "Has Jake taken Konon yet?"
"They just got home, Jay told me as soon as I came into the kitchen" you looked around for something to drink "And you two, what are you doing here?"
Sunghoon had gone after Yeji before he left and Heeseung had been in charge of looking for you, so the two of them could take you home safe and sound. But he didn't want to say that out loud.
"We came after you two," Sunghoon replied.
"Okay, let's go" Yeji whined "I won't be able to finish my drink anyway."
"Not even if we just have one more beer? It'll be quick and—"
"Nope" Heeseung stood in front of you when you threatened to approach the fridge. Looking up thanks to his height, this was the closest he had come to you since you two met.
It might have been the effect of the drink or the moment itself, but he looked glistening and that had – strangely – made your heart flutter.
Blame the drink, blame the drink, please.
"Come on Y/n, these two dullards don't know what fun is" Yeji pushed past Heeseung, ignoring his protests as she grabbed you by the arm and pulled you out of the kitchen.
"That's it man, a few more moves and you two would be kissing in this kitchen" Sunghoon held Heeseung by the shoulders without missing an opportunity to tease him.
He acted on instinct to stand in front of you so that you wouldn't advance into the kitchen, right? He also ignored the distance between the two of you because he miscalculated his steps and Sunghoon was right to say how close you and Heeseung were. But those thoughts had to be pushed aside as quickly as possible.
And that happened when Jay's voice echoed in Heeseung's ears, standing next to his friend's car.
"Can you take Y/n home?" he asked. Heeseung didn't want to show his shock, but the orbs almost popping out in the expression that caught him off guard made Jay laugh right away "I've had a few drinks and I certainly won't be able to drive."
"But—"
"Take her and come back for me" Jay handed Heeseung the keys to his car.
"Why don't you just go along? I can drop you home later."
"Because I'm not finished here yet" Jay's lips protruded forward in a pout, he took a few steps away from Heeseung, nodding and smiling at his friend "And I don't want to witness anything pornographic in my car. Unless I'm the one doing it," he shouted the last part and Heeseung turned sharply in the direction you were with the Park siblings.
He would have given anything at that moment for you to be so drunk that you hadn't heard any of the shit Jay had said so far.
"Where's Jongseong going?" Yeji asked when he saw the boy disappearing among some people in the garden of the house.
"He said he didn't finish whatever it is in there" Heeseung sighed "Come on Y/n, I'll take you home."
None of you missed the mischievous giggle that escaped from Yeji, soon to be joined by Sunghoon. Heeseung knew very well about his friend, but why did his little sister even seem to be complicit?
"Do you know where I live?" you asked so naturally that Heeseung had forgotten how serious you were whenever you were around him.
"No, but you can tell me while we go in Jay's car," he said, and you just agreed and let him guide you to the vehicle. Neither of you cared what the Park siblings said as you and Heeseung walked to Jay's car. He showed himself to be a tremendous gentleman by opening the door for you and checking that everything was okay until you buckled your seatbelt so he could close the door and turn the car around.
"Can we go?" he asked and you nodded, giving Heeseung the coordinates so he could get to your house.
For Heeseung, the silence was necessary while he reorganized his thoughts because, for the first time, he was in a place alone with you. That had never happened since the two of you met.
Now for you, the silence was agonizing because it made you think and observe. To think about how hard you'd tried to get away from that man next to you and to observe how well he drove. His hands firmly gripping the leather of the steering wheel, his long fingers drumming now and then when they stopped at a traffic light or how agile his hand was at holding the gearshift. You also found yourself swallowing when his hand accidentally hit your leg when changing gears. He wasn't doing it on purpose, you knew that, but it was inevitable not to smile quickly.
"We're here" he was the first to break the silence, indicating that he had followed your coordinates very well, and now the two of you were parked inside Jay's car and in front of your apartment complex.
You looked out of the window, a sigh escaping your lips as you looked back at the boy in the car sitting next to you.
"Thanks, Heeseung" you said sincerely, opening a smile when his eyes met yours. Heeseung smiled too, but he didn't look so happy about it. He seemed... Annoyed?
"Can I ask you something, Y/n?" he said just like that, not even bothering to respond to your thanks. But you didn't mind either, after all, your sobriety was starting to kick in, but even so, your alcohol-addled body made you more curious than usual.
"Anything," you said.
It took him a while to formulate that question, pondering whether he should really ask it or just let it go and get on with his life as if it didn't affect him. But it certainly did. Heeseung knew why he had dreamt it, he had to ask.
"Why haven't you ever smiled at me?" might seem like a silly question from the outside, or even sad if the person was as sentimental as Heeseung.
At first, your eyebrows drew together in surprise. But then everything relaxed and you unbuckled your belt to turn around and face the boy.
"What do you mean?"
Heeseung repeated your gesture a few seconds later, unbuckling his belt and turning to face you too.
"I mean, ever since we met you've never smiled at anything I've done," he shrugged, trying to sound firm in his words, not wanting to waver or show how ridiculous it might seem "Surely Yeji has already let it slip that I'm the clown of the group and, I don't know, you're the only person who's never given me a single smile."
"Does that bother you?"
No. He should answer, to appear tougher.
"Yes, a little" Heeseung didn't want to follow his thoughts, he wanted to act on the emotion of the moment "I thought you didn't like me or, at worst, thought I was so dull that you begged the girls to get away every time we met in a group."
He was being so honest with you, opening up so genuinely that you felt a little bad. Maybe your way of acting on everything you'd heard hadn't been nice, you might have been a bit extreme with it.
"I'm sorry" was all you managed to say, without knowing exactly why you were apologizing. Whether it was for your reaction or for never getting to Heeseung and wanting to get to know him.
"Why?" he asked.
You didn't want him to ask, so you wouldn't have to explain yourself, you'd get out of the car and drive away. But Heeseung's sparkling eyes seemed to call out to you every second, guiding you to him as if you belonged there, staring at him as the words came freely out of his mouth.
"We have a group of friends at college and certainly Yeji's brother and his friends are sometimes a topic," your gaze quickly shifted to the window behind Heeseung. Anything being more interesting than his eyes paying attention to you right now "I once commented that... Well..."
"Say, it's okay," he tried to encourage you and you looked back at him, could blame it on the drink if something got out of hand, and would say the next day that you didn't remember anything you were saying. Even though by then your sobriety had reached more than half of your body.
"I told I thought you were very handsome" you nibbled your lower lip and continued, not even giving Heeseung time to process the information "A friend of ours said that you were not only handsome but funny, but that was a danger."
"What? Why?" he tried to shake off the tingling feeling in his chest and his cheeks heating up at the confession. So you thought he was handsome from the start.
"Have you ever heard of the theory of the funny boy being a danger?" you crossed your arms and snorted when Heeseung denied it with a nod "He'll make you laugh so much, you'll laugh. Laugh and laugh until you're naked in his bed."
It was his turn to laugh, hiding his face with his hands and messing up his hair.
"Shut up, don't laugh," you groaned in frustration, uncrossing your arms and trying to push his hand away from your face. The contact was electrifying, even if it only lasted a few seconds. Heeseung uncovered his face and looked at you.
"So Yeji's friend said that about me, and you believed it?" Heeseung wanted to sound confident as he raised an eyebrow, even though, if he had to get out of that car, his legs would be as soft as jelly.
"Well..." a few seconds passed and you sighed, "I avoided contact so I wouldn't have to believe it. I don't know, preserve myself as much as possible since you seem to be well known at the university."
"So you didn't want to smile at me because you thought you'd end up in my bed?" Heeseung leaned forward a little, looking a little defiant. You leaned forward too, your hands resting on your lap.
"You make all the girls smile, what difference would it make if I smiled at you?"
Don't be so honest, Heeseung thought to himself, but it was already done when he launched into it.
"Maybe because your smile is beautiful and when that happened on sushi night, I ended up dreaming for a long time."
"What? Did you dream about my smile?" you almost shouted in the car.
"Too many questions for one night, don't you think?" Heeseung pretended to shake himself, looking for the car keys that he hadn't even taken out of the ignition. Turning on the air conditioning might be a good idea since neither of you made any mention of leaving.
"Too many confessions for one night" you leaned back in your seat.
"I think we're going to need a few more nights for you to tell me more" he also leaned back in his seat, but his head remained turned in your direction.
"Are you asking me out on a date?"
"Would you?" he asked back, a stupid – but extremely beautiful – smile adorning his lips as he said again, "I want to prove that friend of yours completely wrong."
"I'd love that, then" to his surprise, asking you out had been completely light-hearted. He didn't feel like throwing up or running away, or even saying something silly, stuttering... Nothing. Heeseung was just himself as he watched you bend down to him and brush your lips against the corner of his.
From the way Heeseung's head was tilted, giving indications that he wasn't going to move, you purposely kissed him on the corner of the lips, pulling away before he made any risky moves.
"I'm waiting for a message from you so we can make an appointment, mr. funny guy."
You winked at him, watching as the tip of Heeseung's tongue traced the exact spot where your lips touched the corner of his. The smile never left him as he watched you open the door, wave, and close it to leave.
A smile had never left Lee Heeseung like that.
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I've seen the "Non-ascended Astarion ending is bad for him because you have to persuade him to reject the ritual" opinion...
..implying that he never really wanted not to ascend, it's you the player who selfishly forces him to give up on his goal. To prove their point, they state that you can get a good ending out of all other companion's quests without using Persuasion at all, except for Astarion.
And boy did I want to talk about this...
(In fact, everything I wanted to say has already been told in this amazing meta post, but I still gotta ramble)
First of all, Astarion was going through an intense PTSD. The game gave him a debuff to show how badly going back to the place of his torment was affecting him. Larian couldn't make it more obvious that he wasn't thinking clearly.
Second, there is one thing all abusers have in common: they destroy their victim's feelings of self-worth to the point, the victim no longer wants or knows how to ask for help or have relationships outside their abusive circle.
Who would want you like this? Look at yourself, you think you're better than me? You're nothing. Who would want to waste their time on you? You think somebody else would treat you better?
Since entering the Cazador's palace, Astarion is reliving his worst moments. Initially, he takes it in stride, hiding his discomfort underneath performative and emotional expressiveness. He talks about how he spent time in the bedrooms where he never did any sleeping, about the kennels where he was tortured, about the barracks where he was sent to when he "deserved neither carrot nor stick". Bad memories, but he shares them with Tav because he trusts them with his scars already. They might as well know the rest.
But after descending into the dungeon, Astarion starts spiraling into self-loathing at a break-neck speed. He used to think that all Cazador victims he ever brought to him were long gone, drained, and discarded. A horrible, undeserved death, yet the thought of them not having to suffer for too long was a small consolation, one of the threads holding his sanity together.
But then it turns out that they weren't dead. They were turned. Locked away deep underground, alone with their new selves, with the hunger and isolation. They did suffer. All these years, they suffered, buried in this tomb - because of him. Cazador may have turned them, but it was Astarion who brought them to him. And they remembered it. They recognized him. The monster who stole them from their home. The monster who ruined their life. Monster. Just like Cazador.
So, as if his PTSD wasn't enough, this revelation was another blow to his grip on himself, his perception of himself. His confident facade was shattering - and in his head, he was starting to think that Tav's idea of him, of who he is, was shattering as well. He tried to warn them before. He said he couldn't be what they saw in him. Whatever person they believed him to be had never existed - and Tav was finally coming to realize that as they walked through the gallery of his sins, looking his victims in the eyes and hearing out what they had to say. Of course, Tav hated him now. They had to. How could they not?
So, at the end, he is scared. Terrified. He bit off more than he could chew by walking into the manor and thinking he had only six fellow spawns to deal with. He saw their lives as a small price to pay because Cazador made sure to erase any solidarity between them. He made them torture each other and compete with each other. He twisted the very meaning of family bonds to his perverted liking, and he knew that by doing so, he would make sure every single one of them would get a whiplash from anyone trying to mention family in a positive connotation. Astarion takes no issue with getting rid of his "brothers" and "sisters" because he is fully aware that had the roles been reversed, they would have sacrificed him without a second thought. And he was certain that Tav would change their mind once they learned more about his brethren.
But the spawns in the dungeon...All the faces he remembered. All the lovers he lured. They did nothing wrong. They never hurt him. They never tortured him. Their only mistake was to trust him.
The revelation horrifies him. His first response is to be shocked, overwhelmed with emotion - and then he has to remind himself that sacrifices must be made. He feigns indifference. He tries to cover his internal conflict with gallows humor. But his flippant mask keeps slipping as he lapses from indifference to anger, to guilt, to begging Tav not to hate him as his greatest crimes glare back at him and claw at him, shouting out threats and seething with hatred.
He can't bear the thought of dealing with all the people whose lives he helped to destroy. He can't do anything for them. Just killing Cazador won't undo what he did to them. He will never be anything but a monster in their eyes. And this is what he deserves to be. He will always be reminded of what he is.
He has no choice but to do the Ritual.
He has no idea what will happen to him after he is done - he isn't a planner. He has never been. But at this point, he doesn't see his soul as something worthy of preserving - and by association, he extends that to other spawns. He knows it all too well because he remembers how it felt. He dissociates, projecting everything he hated about himself onto Cazador's victims, trying to rationalize why he should live and why they must die while he actively avoids the truth.
Completing the ritual is no longer about being free. Or protecting himself and his lover. It's about running away. Even when Astarion has Cazador at his mercy, he still thinks of running away. Getting lost forever. So nobody could ever hurt him.
A part of him even realizes that it means running away from Tav too. But Tav can leave, he naively thinks, not knowing the full consequences of the ritual. Tav will leave to find someone else, someone better, and he will start everything anew, a king of his castle.
So, of course, Tav has to reach out to him through that thick haze of fear, anger, and self-hatred. Persuasion isn't about strongarming someone into doing what you want. It's not subjugation or emotional blackmail. It's reasoning with someone. And that is exactly what Tav does - reasons with Astarion after watching him mentally struggle, after seeing his genuine shock and fear, after understanding that he isn't fully on board with the idea.
It's true, vampire spawns tend to gravitate toward power, especially if nothing is pulling them back. A vampire spawn is a feared and scorned creature - it no longer matters whether they were an unwilling victim, forcefully taken and turned. They are seen not as an individual but as the extension of their master - and the only natural transition for them is to get on the top of the food chain. The only way to make a name and become treated as something more.
Astarion saw power as the mean to safety and freedom, first and foremost. Ironically, he never planned beyond securing these two priorities. He never saw himself after accomplishing his goals, and it's kinda amazing how people can make conclusions about his hedonism because he misses petty vanities, wants to drink blood from a goblet, and sleep on silken sheets. The man who was held and tortured in the kennels, fed rats, and had to stitch and fix his only set of clothes over and over to keep it presentable, the man who has never felt happy for most of his conscious non-life is called hedonistic for wanting nice things. For still wanting to take care of himself for once.
He wasn't harboring any grand plans, conquests, or schemes. Even his idea of taking control of the Absolute was abstract and shapeless because he didn't care about getting control over the most influential people as much as he was afraid of breaking whatever protected him from Cazador's domination. He never really knew what to do with power aside from keeping Cazador and the likes of him at bay.
The way Astarion behaves in a relationship also speaks tons of how controlling he really is...or how he isn't controlling at all. When his romance with Tav transforms into something real, and he enters a new territory, Astarion is empowered to make decisions and think about what he wants instead of pleasuring others. It's clear that he and Tav don't have sex after they come clear about their feelings. Tav respects his comfort and boundaries, gives him all the time he needs, and lets him take the lead. Whether they will have sex again or not is entirely up to Astarion. Whatever he decides, it won't change Tav's feelings for him. He doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to do.
Astarion enjoys this new autonomy. He is playful, affectionate, outspoken...and afraid of messing everything up. If Tav mentions breaking up, Astarion thinks he is the problem. If there is another potential love interest showing they have eyes for Tav, Astarion encourages Tav to be with them because he believes they can give Tav everything he can't. When Tav says "I choose you," Astarion is taken aback, needing a moment to hide his genuine confusion at Tav actually wanting to be with him rather than Gale, Karlach, or Halsin.
For all his talks of control and dominating others, once Astarion finds himself with a lover who values his autonomy more than getting power at the cost of his dignity, who makes it safe for him to be honest, and who listens to him, he almost stops mentioning control. He merely lives in the moment, happy not to know, not to pretend, not to manipulate. Just to be.
What Astarion truly craves - not wants on a superficial level, not conditioned to want - is not to be a vampire lord. He wants the freedom to be anything. Anything he wants. Little does he know that true vampires rarely get to be anything they want, even if they gain the ability to walk in the sun -- we see it in his Ascended path as, instead of acting up on his supposed freedom to be anything, Astarion repeats Cazador's rules step by step. Just like Cazador did. Just like Verlioth did. He isn't anything he wants. He is the replica of his former master.
Astarion never had the luxury to explore who he wanted to be outside what Cazador made him. He only makes his first steps once he is free. We see glimpses of that deep-seated aspiration to be seen as a person. Treated like a person. Loved like a person. To be reflected in someone's eyes. He wants to know if there is someone beneath his usual mask, something his, not tainted by Cazador. Someone real. And at the same time, he dreads to know the answer. Because that part of him knows regret. Knows shame. Knows guilt. Confronting it posed the risk of realizing he didn't deserve love, kindness, or a future. What if real him truly doesn't amount to anything? What else for him to do?
So, he tells himself that he has no choice, and he expects Tav to affirm it -- not because he wants them to, but because he believes that Tav has seen enough to make the same conclusion. However, Tav objects, trying to be louder than all the inner demons hissing into his ears. Tav speaks to the Astarion, who asked them what they saw when they looked at him. The Astarion, who thanked them for standing by his side when he said "No" to Araj. The Astarion one who stood frozen in their hug before returning it tentatively. The Astarion who diligently, dedicatedly, caringly kept pulling himself together instead of letting himself unravel completely.
Tav reminds him that this Astarion, right here, right now, is worth fighting for. That he didn't survive all these years of torture, pain, humiliation, and dehumanization to give himself up now. He already has the power to avenge himself, avenge all Cazador's victims. He can end everything right here, right now - and this is the only power to free him. He has the power (and responsibility) of having a choice.
Tav empathizes with other spawns as victims not because they're more "innocent" than Astarion, but because associating with them doesn't brand Astarion as weak or broken. These spawns aren't horrible wretches, and neither is he. They don't deserve this, and neither did he.
The only one who deserves to die today is Cazador - the vampire, the monster, the pathetic piece of shit.
Astarion Ancunin deserves to live.
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La luna enamorada with prompt 4 please? Romantic Nsfw with azul
azul ashengrotto x gn!reader
[tags] — nsfw, romantic, underwater sex, octomer!Azul
[wc} - 852
prompt 4 “You made a few sounds I've never heard before.”
song: la luna enamorada (Kali Uchis, “Sin Miedo (del Amor y Otros Demonios)”)
note - kinda sequel to the last azul request? I couldn't resist the reference, with this one being about the moon and the last about the sun
francesca (1k event)
“Vive la luna enamorada (wadalupa, wadalupa) / Y al contemplarla en su mirada (wa-la-la-la-la-la-la) / Me hace soñar”*
“Mmh! Azul, that feels so—oh gooood~” You let out a high-pitched squeal as Azul’s many arms curled and groped around your body, one in particular squeezing on your abdomen as he worked his spade-shaped tentacle in you. It pressed down as he pressed up against the sensitive spot inside you, forcing an extra burst of pleasure to course through your veins.
You opened your eyes, still crying out, to gaze at Azul and reach out to him for a kiss. If it wasn’t for the glowing blue of his eyes, you’d be unable to see anything.
Azul had the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. You told him once that his name in your language from home meant blue, and asked if it was intentional to name after one of his many, pretty features.
He turned a light purple as he blushed, rolling his (pretty) eyes at your comment as he mentioned that names based on colors were common in the sea.
They reminded you of an aquamarine, and they glowed too! Whenever you two would make a trip to visit Azul’s mom, in a deep part of the Coral Sea, his eyes would shine in the dark like the moon at night.
He often called you his sunlight. You’d often tell him that if you were the sun, then he was your moon. And you loved your moon and his pretty blue gaze.
The glow of his eyes, the glow of the stripes and freckles on his body, he was your pretty moon under the sea. You relied on him, both metaphorically and figuratively. After all, it was rare to see a human so far out in the deep sea, a quick, and easy snack for anyone to take. It’s a good thing that you had him to be your moonlight, seeing as you were in a very vulnerable position.
“Aaaaaah~ Azul! Too much, too much!” You squealed, digging your nails into the skin of his shoulders as he continued to fuck you well past your limit. Azul, on the other hand, was looking at you with those glowing eyes, filled with desire and greed.
“Mm, it’s alright Angelfish, you can take it, can’t you?” He cooed, his hands caressing your cheeks as he wiped away the tears falling from your eyes.
“I love—gasp—the way you squeeze around me. Do you enjoy it too?” Azul breathlessly chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your neck into his shoulder to muffle your cries.
“Hah, I felt that, you do, don’t you? You like me ruining you, don’t you?”
You nodded rapidly, wrapping your arms and legs to Azul to clutch onto him for dear life as his tentacle moved faster, focusing on your sweet spot as it pistoned in and out. Azul watched in awe as you threw your head back and wailed, chanting out his name amongst your moans and cries.
He watched as you shook again for the nth time, cooing as you slumped into his many arms from exhaustion. Azul peppered kisses against your neck, pausing over the pulse point on your neck. From his lips, he could feel the rapid beating of your heart as he suckled. You flinched as the tentacle in you slowly slid out, the rest of his arms curling around your body to hold you.
Finally feeling him pull away from you, you opened your eyes to lovingly watch as he licked his lips, eyes drawing up and down your body to admire the marks he’d made. His eyes met yours, an aquamarine glow beholding you.
He really was your pretty moon.
“Aha, what?” Azul tilted his head, raising a brow and smiling as he cradled you closer. Azul slowly floated down to rest against the stonewall of the sea cave, letting you rest into him in a fetal position. “I’m your moon, hm?”
Realizing that you’d spoken out loud, you hid your blushing face into his neck, smiling against his smooth skin. The freckles on his body were glowing a soft purple, brightening as you pressed a chaste, sweet kiss to his shoulder.
“Yeah,” You held his left hand, fiddling with the silver wedding band on his finger. “My moon, mine mine mine…”
Azul let out a musical chuckle, bringing said hand up to kiss it. “You say the strangest things sometimes, my dear. Though…”
He rubbed his nose against your own, a teasing smirk on his lips.
“You also made a few sounds I’ve never heard before~” You clicked your tongue as he continued purring teasing remarks into your ear. “And the way you said my name? How delightful, I could hear you moan my name like that for ages~”
The two of you shared a laugh as you bashfully hid into his neck again, basking in each other’s presence before you inevitably would have to return to the Ashengrotto residence. No doubt Azul’s mother was wondering where you two had gone off.
Though, with the way Azul was staring at you, you think she could wait a few more minutes. If just to stay under his aquamarine gaze.
*translation: “The moon lives in love (Ah-ah-ah) / And when I contemplate its gaze (wa-la-la-la-la-la-la) / It makes me dream (Ah-ah-ah)”
comments and reblogs appreciated 🩷
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Kyojuro x Reader (modern AU NSFW)
A/N: I have COVID brain fog and it shows. You legally can't hold how bad this is against me. But if you somehow like it, likes/reblogs/comments, always appreciated! I promise I'm saving Netherwood for when I've recovered lmao.
This is like a Frankenstein-fulfillment request of several of my 2K event requests. So if you asked for Kyojuro and any of the prompts involving “please let me cum in you” or “woah, woah, I’m here. I’m right here,” congrats! This is for you. I’m sorry it’s ass.
CW: angry/possessive Kyojuro • mentions of toxic/slightly verbally abusive ex boyfriend • ex boyfriend gets decked • explicit sexual content • breeding kink • creampies • car sex • MDNI.
Everything was too loud and too close. You swore you felt a dozen pairs of eyes burning holes into you with such intensity that you were surprised you were still standing, rather than folding over like a piece of Swiss cheese. The judgment in their gazes felt like a blade against your throat, the cold sting imploring you to fold, to disappear.
There was no air in your lungs, so before you could choke in front of all of your ex-boyfriend’s cronies and friends, you turned and did as cowards did; you ran.
You pushed and shoved your way through the thick crush of bodies that had gathered in this small, off-campus house for the last party of the semester, the last chance for them all to let loose before their lives became a flurry of final exams and papers and discarded coffee cups in dimply lit corners of the campus library. You’d thought it would be your chance to relax, too, after the hair-pulling stress that had been the last month and a half of your life. Stress, that had been expounded upon by the simpering, smarmy asshole you’d once called your boyfriend, who now stared after your retreating form with a vicious grin, apparently pleased to have gotten under his former girlfriend’s skin once more.
There was a buzzing beneath your skin that would not quiet, that seemed to only grow hotter and more incessant as you navigated the maze of bodies and tables set for beer pong in this labyrinth of college-aged debauchery. In the three minutes you’d been darting and ducking around what had to be half of the Ubayashiki University student body, you’d not seen a friendly or familiar face once.
Where was Kyojuro?
You needed to find your sun. You needed your kind, supportive, and steadfast best friend who’d been glued to your side ever since freshman orientation, when you’d shyly approached him and asked if you could eat lunch beside him, feeling too nervous to risk approaching anyone else. He’d laughed, warm and welcoming, as he made room at his table for you, welcoming you with such sincerity and kindness that it was no wonder that you and so many others were drawn to him.
And though Kyojuro treated almost everyone as though they’d been best friends for years, you had been the only one in your orientation group that he’d allowed to truly get to know him. Whether it was during a morning stroll through the campus green as you made your way to your early morning classes, or pressed up against the greasy wall of the grill as you waited for the fry cook to call out your orders, the walls Kyojuro had so carefully crafted to conceal the tempest of passion and fire that raged beneath his dazzling smiles and loud, booming laughs began to peel back, and you saw him for what he truly was.
Truthfully, the more he showed you, the more you wanted; he was a riddle you would never tire of working out, a puzzle you hoped never to solve, even as the pieces fell faster and faster into place.
As your circle of friends grew, your bond only strengthened. It was Kyojuro you called when you found out your beloved childhood dog passed away, hardly able to speak through the tears as they streamed down your face. It was Kyojuro who had all but sprinted from his residence hall to yours, well across campus, with three pints of your favorite ice cream in tow, and who’d let you eat your fill until your stomach was full and the emptiness in your heart had subsided.
And it was you who Kyojuro had called to come join him as he’d smoked a rare cigarette, hands shaking with both his hurt and his anger after a particularly nasty call from his father.
And yet, you’d never dated; you’d never escalated your friendship beyond a few, charged moments that had been marked only by a series of almost and never anything completed.
He wasn’t a fan of your ex-boyfriend; that much he’d made clear. Though Kyojuro had never been one to be unkind towards anyone, you hadn’t missed the way his eyes tightened any time your ex let a door slam in your face or ignored your hand in favor of his phone. Kyojuro hadn’t been shy to let you know that he thought you deserved better – far better.
You’d wanted to ask him whether he thought better was with him, because you knew deep in your heart, if he asked, you would be his; but you never built up the courage to ask, and so you quashed these feelings down deep, hiding them away in a locked chest never to be opened.
Then, you’d finally broken up with your ex only a month prior after discovering he’d cheated on you with no shortage of other students on campus, everyone but you apparently having been in on the cruel joke. Kyojuro had been one of the few steadfastly in your corner, insistent that you’d done nothing wrong, no matter how many times your ex tried to claim you’d pushed him into sleeping with half the student body.
You hadn’t seen your ex, not since you’d coolly told him the pair of you were over, all those weeks ago; not until tonight, when you’d nearly smashed into him while trying to get a drink from the makeshift bar in this strange house you’d never been in.
“Well, well,” your ex-boyfriend had crooned, hand gripping your elbow and keeping you trapped there with him and his smirking pack of hyenas looking at you like you were something to devour. “Did you miss me that much, gorgeous?”
“Get off me,” you’d tried to growl, though the slight wobble in your voice defeated any attempt of yours to be threatening, instead leaving you to come off as a scared little girl, cornered somewhere she shouldn’t have been.
Your ex’s eyes were malicious as they raked over you. “Did you wear that for me, darling?”
He was referring to the red sundress you’d worn, the one you knew made your curves look downright sumptuous, but now you felt like it was a neon sign that read “HARASS ME,” given the hunger in your ex’s eyes that sent your skin crawling. You’d worn it for yourself, to feel confident, only now, you felt like a piece of fruit ripe for plucking, and you’d somehow fallen into the greediest hands on campus.
By divine luck, your ex’s grip on your forearm loosened and you yanked back out of his reach, forgoing the red plastic cup containing whatever grotesque combination of alcohol the party hosts had come up with in favor of putting as much distance as possible between yourself and your ex.
You’d come with Kyojuro and your friend Tengen, but now you couldn’t find either and it only made you feel more lost; more vulnerable. There was a buzzing in your ears that drowned out the pounding base of the music thumping through the blown-out speakers haphazardly set up in the house’s den. Your vision tunneled, and you wondered whether anyone would notice if you dropped to the floor and screamed; if anyone would care.
Stumbling blindly, you smashed into something warm and sold, and it sent you staggering backward.
“Sorry, sorry,” you mumbled, eyes still wide and unfocused as you moved to push past whatever or whomever you’d smacked into, uncaring at the way your torment was surely etched into your face.
“Woah, hey, hey,” a warm hand closed around your arm as you tried to shove past the body, steadying you, locking you into place. “Y/N, look at me.”
The familiarity of the voice and the touch did not register, and you only continued to shake your head, muttering your apologies.
“Woah, woah, woah. I’m here. I’m right here.” Kyojuro caught you by the arm as you tried once more to shove past him in your haste the leave the party you’d stupidly decided to attend. A hand gripped your chin and firmly but gently turned your head up to meet a pair of ochre eyes, running over you in concern.
“Kyo,” you breathed in relief, feeling yourself melt slightly beneath the steadying warmth of your best friend.
Kyojuro’s mouth was set in a hard line. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
You uttered the name of your insufferable ex and Kyojuro’s eyes darkened. “What did he do?”
His hand gripped yours and you were grateful for the way it helped anchor you and kept you from spinning out under the anxious whirlwind of your thoughts. “Nothing, he’s just being an asshole – please, Kyo, can we leave?”
You felt slightly guilty – after all, it was you who’d suggested you all come to this party in the first place, and now you were the one wanting to leave less than an hour later, but it was too much. Surely, your best friend wouldn’t hold your fickleness so terribly against you, not when it wasn’t your fault in the first place that you’d been sent careening toward an anxiety attack.
Kyojuro didn’t hesitate as he nodded. “Just let me find Tengen and I’ll let him know. I’ll drive you home.”
You smiled faintly in relief, squeezing his hand appreciatively before letting him go. The way Kyojuro’s fingers had lingered against yours had made your heart flutter, chasing away thoughts of him, your ex, and replacing them with a shy curiosity that made you want to know what those fingers would feel like if they touched other parts of you.
Or, it may have been the little alcohol you’d ingested coloring your thoughts; after all, you’d hardly eaten that day in preparation for getting properly soused at the party you now were so desperate to leave.
You retreated into the kitchen, near the open door that led out to a finished, in-ground pool in which several other attendees were already swimming, some without clothes on, too lost in whatever beverage or drug they’d ingested to care. You’d thought yourself safe, amidst a crowd of admittedly drunk party-goers, but it seemed not even the threat of onlookers would keep your abrasive ex at bay.
A hand grazed your rear end, and it sent every hair on your body standing. “Why in such a rush to leave, gorgeous?” A sickeningly familiar voice purred in your ear.
You spat your ex’s name with as much vitriol as you could muster as you turned to face him. “I told you not to fucking touch me.”
Your ex placed a hand mockingly against the wall, next to your head as he leaned in close. “What’s wrong, baby?” His breath was rank with the stench of stale alcohol, and it made your stomach churn. “You used to like being manhandled.”
Your face hardened. “Not by you; not anymore.” You swatted his hand away from where he’d boxed you in, eager to put this party and him behind you, where they belonged. “Now, if you’ll excuse me –”
Your ex’s hand seized around your wrist, its grip tight – too tight. “Just hold on, you haughty little thing,” his tone was kept light but the look on his face was menacing. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
You pulled at the hold he had on you but to no avail. Though you were surrounded by other party attendees, you felt alone, more isolated than ever, as countless eyes pointedly ignored your struggle. You were about to open your mouth, to shout, to curse your ex out, when your ex’s hand suddenly released your arm.
“Take your fucking hands off of her.”
Wide-eyed, you looked to see Kyojuro’s considerable fist wrapped tightly around your ex’s forearm, its size dwarfing the limb beneath to look like a mere twig. Kyojuro’s eyes, normally so inviting and open, had gone hard and black, his jaw stiff with his ire. Though the cold rage contorting your best friend’s face was not directed at you, its sudden manifestation from your otherwise sunny, warm, and gentle friend made you recoil.
“Kyo,” you started, voice low in warning as your eyes darted between the lethal anger simmering on Kyojuro’s face and the infuriatingly smug look on your ex’s, as he smirked at the burly blonde.
“I don’t think this concerns you, Rengoku,” your former boyfriend simpered, a challenge lighting his eyes as he jerked his chin towards you. “This is between me and her, pure and simple.”
Desperately, you glanced around the room hoping to find any of your other friends who could step in, who could intervene before things turned too ugly. Mercifully, you locked eyes with Tengen, who was just on the other side of the pool, grabbing another drink. Eyes wide, you looked back and forth between Kyojuro and your silver-haired friend, hoping he understood your silent plea.
A curt nod from your friend communicated he had, and Tengen quickly began pushing through the throng of people who had begun to coalesce around the edge of the pool as they watched the pair of men engaged in a stare-off beside you.
Kyojuro raised his head slightly, looking down upon the man you used to claim to love in disgust. “Any yet she told you to leave her alone. Are we having listening problems?”
A sardonic smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Perhaps I can help you with that.”
Your ex’s eyes cut back to you, a sneer curling his lip. “Figures,” he spat, his tone full of acid. “Not even a month broken up and you’ve already spread your legs for him like a fuckin’ whore.”
There was a collective intake of breath from the surrounding spectators as Kyojuro stepped closer to your seething ex, their noses nearly touching as he held his stare.
“Say it again,” Kyojuro said quietly, all traces of that mocking smirk long-gone, replaced only by a malicious glint in his eyes that promised swift violence that had your hand jumping to grip his arm in warning. “Go on.”
Your weak tugs at Kyojuro’s bicep did little to divert his attention. For one, terrifying moment, you feared that blows were imminent, until a painted hand shoved between the two men, pushing Kyojuro back by his chest.
Tengen.
“As much as I hate to break up the fun, I’m sure you don’t want the entire school witnessing you getting your face pounded in,” The silver-haired senior said coolly to your drunk ex.
Kyojuro allowed himself to be pushed back by his friend, though he refused to break the tense stare he held with the man he’d marked as his opponent. “We can work this out anytime, it doesn’t have to be here,” he taunted with a jeering smirk. “But stay the fuck away from her.”
“Don’t try and fucking tell me how to talk to my ex-girlfriend,” your former lover spat, taking an unsteady step towards the three of you. “Why’re you standing up for the bitch, anyways? The whore has kept stringing you along for god knows how long without putting out –“
His drunken ramblings were cut off by a sickening crunch of bones beneath a fist that seemed to echo through the crowded backyard. Onlookers stared in shock as your ex staggered back, hands flying to staunch the crimson now coursing from his broken nose, curses thick and garbled slipping from his mouth as it filled with blood.
“Shit.” Tengen breathed, his eyes wide.
A dozen pair of eyes turned towards you and your best friend, round with shock as an uncomfortable buzz settled into the thick, night air. Kyojuro was panting, the skin of his knuckles stained with blood from his split skin and that of your ex’s as he stared at your flame-haired friend.
“I warned you,” Kyojuro’s tone was almost jovial but its cheerfulness was undercut by his glower. “Watch your fucking language when speaking about a lady.”
Your hand clenched at his bicep once more. “Kyojuro, let’s go.”
Your tone snapped him out of whatever cold rage in which he’d been simmering and his amber eyes lifted to meet yours. You did not wait for him to follow as you turned sharply on your heel and stormed out of the house, eyes resolutely focused on the door in order to avoid acknowledging the way dozens of pairs of eyes followed your every step.
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Your feet hit the pavement of the street outside, the night air cool on your heated skin. You heard the steady beat of your friend’s footsteps behind you, and you whipped around, eyes blazing, and blood boiling.
“What the fuck was that?” You hissed once the two of you were far enough away from the party and any nosy on-lookers as you stalked toward Kyojuro’s car. “Were you trying to get yourself arrested?”
Kyojuro did not answer, the scowl on his face turning into something menacing beneath the flickering lamps lining the crowded street.
“I was handling it just fine, you know, but you had to step in and turn it into a fucking pissing contest –”
“Stop talking, Y/N.” Kyojuro finally snapped, his voice a low growl.
You only seethed. “Who the fuck do you think you are –?”
Your fiery companion only placed a hand firmly at the small of your back and pushed you forward, your feet nearly stumbling to keep yourself upright as he guided you towards your car.
“Kyojuro –” you began, testily.
“Shut up, Y/N.” He cut you off severely. “Just – be quiet and get in the fucking car.”
Something about his tone coupled with the stormy look on his face quieted any further protest you may have had, and you allowed him to forcefully guide you to his car. Kyojuro wrenched the door open and pushed you down into the passenger seat, even taking the time to fasten your seatbelt for you, the brush of his hand against your waist searing into you in a way that made you squirm.
As embarrassing as you found it, you could not deny that your friend’s protectiveness over you stoked something hot and molten in your gut; made your thighs rub together, as your stomach fluttered.
Kyojuro was silent as he drove, the air between you cackling with electricity.
“Have you calmed down?” You asked sarcastically after several minutes of tense silence, unable to stomach the quiet any longer.
Kyojuro’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I can’t believe you dated something like that,” he ground out, eyes fixed hard on the road ahead of him. “The way he spoke to you just now – that doesn’t come out of nowhere.”
You fidgeted in your seat, fingers playing with the band of the seatbelt as the weight of Kyojuro’s accusation settled.
“That wasn’t the first time, was it?”
Your shoulders curled inward, and you suddenly felt like a cornered animal; you resented him for it. “What does it matter, now? We’re done. It’s over, and I’m not going back.”
Kyojuro pulled sharply off an exit, following a bumpy road to a quiet, darkened overlook that abutted a state park. He stopped the car, slamming it into park as his hands remained tightly curled around the steering wheel, his breath hard and fast in his nose.
“Why did you date him?” His tone was almost accusatory. “He was an asshole from the start, and yet you dated him for almost a year.”
You bit your lip and Kyojuro’s eyes followed the movement closely. “Because I wasn’t sure of another’s feelings.”
Kyojuro exhaled sharply, turning his body more towards you, his eyes locked onto you with searing intensity. “And this other – did you ever confess your true feelings?”
You hesitated for only a moment, shaking your head slightly. You chanced lifting your gaze up to meet his, gulping slightly at the heat which you found there.
There was a beat, and then the two of you surged towards one another over the center console of his car, drawn to one another like a pair of magnets. Your mouths met in a fiery clash of lips and teeth, Kyojuro’s tongue sliding seamlessly into your mouth to dance with yours. His hand rose to tangle in your hare, ensnaring you against him and his fervid touch and desperate lips.
He moaned your name against feverish kisses, his lips only breaking from yours to dance across your jaw, your neck, any part of you he could reach.
He wasn’t close enough; you tugged at the collar of his button down, trying to pull him atop you, to feel if his chiseled body felt as rock-solid as you’d always imagined.
“You’re impatient,” he chuckled against your throat as he sucked his mark into your skin. “Do you want me to keep going?”
Your fingers, buried deep in his flame-colored hair, tugged, insistent. “Yes. Don’t you dare stop now.”
Warm hands gripped your waist and hauled you up out of your seat. Somehow, you were folded in just the right position to be passed over the console of his car, and Kyojuro swiftly tossed you into the back seat of his car. As you panted for breath, the skirt of your sundress rising high up your thighs, Kyojuro clambered over his own seat to join you, pinning you half between the backseat and the car door.
Before he reconnected your lips, Kyojuro’s hands found his way under you once more, deftly maneuvering you until it was he who sat against the backseat of his car, and you were straddled in his lap, chest heaving and cheeks pink.
“Was this your goal?” You teased, and to your delight, you felt something hard begin to press into your groin as your breath mixed with his, a slight fog beginning to condense on the windows. “To have me at your mercy?”
Kyojuro leaned up slightly, brushing his lips against the fluttering pulse point in your neck, smirking against your skin. “If you’re asking whether I took you out of the party with this in mind, then no,”
His hands smoothed up and down your sides before sliding behind you to squeeze your ass, rubbing firmly as he rolled his hips up into yours.
“But if you’re asking if I’ve planned to have you this way at all… then I would say,” he cut himself off as he kissed his way back to your lips, holding back the tantalizing feel of his mouth against yours for a fraction of a second. “That has always been my goal, beautiful. From the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
He kissed you softly then, teeth lightly nipping at your lower lip before he pulled away once more to look over you.
“But I want far more from you, if you’re willing to give it.”
Your heart fluttered in your throat as your legs clenched. You knew there were several meanings to his words — both in terms of the physical and with regard to your long-term relationship.
You settled on his lap, arms looping around his neck as your breath mixed with his, anticipation fluttering in your stomach.
“Kiss me, Kyo.” You whispered, your eyes lowering to his lips.
He regarded you with a half-lidded, lust-filled expression of his own. “Where?”
Your fingers wound in his hair, pulling softly in a way that made him moan. “Everywhere.”
Sturdy yet nimble fingers worked their way up to the buttons on the bodice of your sundress, undoing them with a swiftness you’d not realized he possessed.
The last button undone, Kyojuro brought his hands to the loosened folds of your sundress and pushed them aside, warm hands grazing the sensitive skin beneath.
“Christ, woman,” he groaned as your bare breasts were revealed to him. “You’re killing me.”
You giggled, inwardly glad you’d forsaken wearing a bra beneath the dress, though you certainly hadn’t intended to wind up like this — perched in your best friend’s lap, his growing bulge digging into the sensitive spot between your legs as he leaned in to take one pert nipple into his hot mouth, his hand covering the other breast and rolling it beneath his fingers.
Not a single part of you could bring yourself to regret the decision, however, not as Kyojuro’s teeth grazed your sensitive bud, your head falling back as you pressed your chest against his face, begging him for more.
Kyojuro moaned against your breast, his hand steadily working the other as he nipped and sucked at you, covering your chest in splotches of purple and red, your skin bearing the mark of his teeth as he claimed you.
You ground down against the rigid bulge nestled between your thighs, breath hitching as he pressed against that sensitive spot between your legs, causing a rush of your fluid to surge forth and coat the flimsy lace of your thong.
If you weren’t careful, you’d risk leaving evidence of your desire smeared right on the front seam of his pants. But if Kyojuro cared, he certainly didn’t show it as his free arm looped around your waist to push you down, forcing your groin to mash tightly against his.
Your hands moved desperately down Kyojuro’s front as his mouth continued to work your breasts, until they reached the top of his pants. You fumbled with his belt, determined to loosen it and free the hardened bulge straining against the crotch of his pants.
“You’re so,” Kyojuro panted, his hips twitching up against your touch. “Eager, my flame.”
Your ears perked at the affectionate nickname. “Your flame?” Your lips swept to the side to suck at the side of his neck.
Kyojuro’s head tilted to the side, allowing you more access as he pressed you harder into his face. “Yes, my flame,” he nipped lightly at your pert nipple, just as his fingers slid between your thighs to dance along the sensitive skin between your leg and hip. “Because you make me burn.”
His fingers grazed the front of your thong and Kyojuro groaned at the wetness he felt seeping through the thin lace.You nearly hissed at the contact, grinding yourself against his fingers, beseeching your best friend to give you more, to touch you where you needed him most.
“Kyo,” you whined, head falling back.
“Oh fuck,” Kyojuro slid two fingers beneath the crotch of your underwear, dragging them right up your drenched slit. “You’re wet — so fucking wet.”
“I just want to slide right in,” your friend teased, and his fingers easily breached your entrance, working deep into your opening as you mewled for him. “I bet you could take me just like this.”
His thumb brushed against your clit as his index and middle finger worked your core, making you stiffen stop him as your breath labored. Kyojuro swore again as he curled his fingers upward, feeling the way your velvet walls clenched around him.
“K-Kyo!” You gasped. “I can’t wait — I need you. Need you now.”
“Then I guess we agree,” Kyojuro growled against your lips as he shifted you beneath him. “Because I can’t wait to be inside you, either.”
Kyojuro spread you out beneath him, against the worn cloth of his backseat. He fumbled above you, trying to contort his large body in the small, cramped space of the back of his car.
His hands moved to loosen his belt and shove the tops of his pants and briefs down his hips, just far enough to let his leaking, stiffened cock spring forth, its tip smacking against his belly. Your mouth watered at the sight, at the thickness of his length, far more than you’d ever encountered before.
Kyojuro smirked at the awe on your face. “Trust I know how to use it, too.”
You flushed dark at the boldness with which he spoke, though your voice somehow remained steady. “Then prove it.”
Kyojuro covered you with a low growl, his hands flipping the skirt of your dress out of the way as his fingers slid your thong down your legs, chucking it to the side. He tugged you forward over the seat, a buckle of a seatbelt digging somewhat uncomfortably into your back, though that discomfort was quickly chased away as Kyojuro lined himself up with your entrance and pulled you sharply down, impaling you on his rigid length.
Your scream choked off in your throat as he shifted to press one leg up against the back rest of the seat and used his hands to hold your other open, keeping you spread wide for him. His thrusts were wild and frenzied, though his motions were somewhat limited by the spatial constraints of the backseat of his car. You didn’t care, however; not as his cock pistoned into you so deeply, you swore you saw stars; not as his coarse base ground against your sensitive clit, Kyojuro’s name falling in a repeated whine from your lips.
Kyojuro tried to brace his feet against the rear door for leverage for his thrusts, but each haphazard movement only caused him to grow more frustrated.
He tried to distract himself by pressing his lips bruisingly against yours, but it was not enough. Your flame-haired friend slammed his hand against the roof of his car in frustration.
“Fuck this,” he growled against your lips before he pulled out of you and away. You whined at the loss of his body heat, so warm and all-consuming. The ache between your legs had become nearly maddening as the empty walls of your core now clenched around nothing.
Even in the dark, Kyojuro’s eyes glowed, like pools of molten ore threatening to burn you with their heat as he reached blindly behind him and jerked on the handle of the car door, using his foot to kick it open.
He slid out, his stiffened cock still standing proudly above the loosened waistband of his pants as he rose to his full height. Reaching back into the car, Kyojuro wrapped his strong, warm hands around your knees and tugged you across the backseat toward him until your ass was on the edge of the seat, your legs dangling outside the door, toes just grazing the gravel below.
“Wrap your legs around me,” Kyojuro’s voice was harsh yet commanding, and your compliance was automatic. Your legs instantly wound around his waist, locking at the ankles against his lower back.
His hands then dipped below where you still lay against the worn seat of his car, splaying across your back. His grip secure, Kyojuro hauled you up and out of the back seat, his arms readjusting his hold as his hands came to rest under the skirt of your sundress, fingers kneading the fleshy curve of your ass.
You decided you’d gone far too long without his lips against yours, and so with a needy moan, you slanted her mouth back over his, sighing happily into him as his lips parted to allow your tongue to sweep in and glide alongside his.
So intoxicated were you by his kiss that you did not realize Kyojuro had walked you around to the front of his car, his headlights still beaming bright through the dark of the night air. A startled gasp broke your kiss at the warm press of metal against your back as Kyojuro laid you over the front hood of his car. Your cry of surprise did not seem to faze him, for Kyojuro only moved his lips to sweep across your neck with needy, open-mouthed kisses.
“Much better,” he grunted against your skin, his tongue flicking out against the hollow of your throat.
“K-Kyo!” You hissed, though you found it difficult to actually feel irritated toward the fiery blonde pressing you against the hood of his car – especially given the way his hips ground and bucked against yours. “We’re in the open!”
Kyojuro’s mouth pulled off your neck with a groan as he lifted his head to glare down at you as you panted and blushed beneath him. A hand reached between your bodies to grip the base of his cock, and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull as you felt Kyojuro begin to drag the leaking head of his length up and down your slick folds, teasing.
“If I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to do it the way I want,” he warned, his voice roughened by raw desire. “I’m not letting myself be held back by a damn car seat.”
Any protestation or witty response you could have lobbed back at him died on your lips as Kyojuro pressed the tip of his cock firmly against your clit. Your head fell back against the hood of the car with a cry, your hips bucking up against his, begging him to take you and end the torment between your legs.
“I don’t want to hear a fucking word out of you that isn’t my name or how good my cock feels, got it?” Kyojuro bent low and took your nipple between his teeth, sucking at it harshly. “Answer me.”
A thumb and a forefinger replaced the head of Kyojuro’s erect length at your clit and squeezed once, in warning.
“Yes!” You yelped, your thighs tightening around his hips in a desperate but futile attempt to clench shut. “I understand – Kyo, please –”
Your begging was cut off with a scream as Kyojuro sheathed himself back into your dripping heat in a single, fluid stroke. Before you could catch your breath, Kyojuro began circling his hips, rolling them heavily against yours.
“That’s it, baby, just feel me,” He murmured, teeth grazing the sensitive shell of your ear. “God, you feel like fucking heaven.”
“Kyojuro,” you moaned, your eyes rolling heavily back into your skull. “Oh god, more –”
Kyojuro’s answering groans were loud and unrestrained, tempered only by the squeak of his car hood as he brought one knee up to rest upon it, bearing more of his weight down upon you as his thrusts grew harder and harder.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his eyes shut tight. “Fuck, I can’t get enough, I need more –”
His hands gripped your hips with a bruising force as he tiled them further, tugging you flush against his groin with your backside nearly suspended above the car hood. Your moans melted into loud, high-pitched cries as you thrashed against the front of the car, the heels of your feet digging deeper into the steel of Kyojuro’s backside to press him closer, deeper into your velvet heat.
The new angle allowed Kyojuro’s cock to reach parts of you you hadn’t known could be explored, stretching you in ways you hadn’t realized could be stretched. How you’d managed to go so long without knowing the euphoric bliss that was Kyojuro’s body was a mystery you weren’t sure even the most revered philosopher could solve. All you knew, however, as the thick tip of Kyojuro’s cock pressed against something so deep within you it made your eyes roll back and your jaw slacken until drool leaked from the corner of your mouth, was that you could never have anyone else. No one would ever be capable of fucking you the way Kyojuro was right then, and you didn’t think you’d even allow them to try.
Despite your brain having been largely reduced to a puddle of gray matter in your skull with every lurid drag and push of Kyojuro’s cock into your soaked cunt, you forced your mouth to form a single, desperate command.
“More,” you begged, the word slurring off your tongue, breaking up the series of nonsensical babbles that had poured from your mouth the minute Kyojuro decided to mold your insides to the shape of him. “More.”
“Jesus fuck,” Kyojuro’s jaw was clenched tight enough to crack his teeth, sweat running down his neck and sliding between the mass of his pectorals.
Broad hands slid to the back of your thighs and pushed them up and back until your knees kissed the hood of his car. The new angle allowed Kyojuro to pound even deeper into you, though it simultaneously rendered you utterly helpless to accept the battering of his cock as it rammed so far into you, you swore he would bruise your organs before the night was over.
The new position meant that Kyojuro’s base was pressed flush against your clit, the coarse hair of his groin circling against your sensitive nub as your own slick gathered, making a mess between where the two of you were joined. The stimulation made your toes curl, even as your feet flopped helplessly against Kyojuro’s broad back.
Whatever coil you felt winding tight in your gut, Kyojuro felt gathering as well, given the whimpers and moans that lilted from his lips in strings, his lips working a frenzy against whatever part of you he could reach.
“P-please, Y/N,” his voice broke through the pleasured haze in which you’d found yourself floating as you plummeted back down to earth; to him. “Please let me cum in you. Please.”
“God fucking – please,” Kyojuro groaned, his voice cracking under the weight of his desperation. “I need to fill you. I need it, I need it.”
You didn’t doubt the sincerity of his need; the dull thwap of Kyojuro’s heavy balls against the underside of your ass made it clear your friend was pent up, and desperate to find his release. And that release wouldn’t be nearly as pleasurable if he was forced to waste it over your stomach or breasts as it would be if you allowed him to fill you to your brim.
The answer was easy. “Y-yes,” you found your voice after a moment, though it came out as more of a squeak. “Give it to me, Kyo, please!”
Kyojuro’s lascivious groans deepened, the sounds falling from his mouth more akin to shouts of pleasure. His pace quickened though his rhythm grew sloppier. Kyojuro brought the leg still anchored to the ground up onto the hood of the car and positioned himself in a kneel, spreading his thighs wide and allowing his hips to weigh down heavily against yours as he pinned you in place, rolling into your heat.
“Fill me up, make me yours!” You were babbling now, half-delirious with pleasure and over-stimulation as you felt your orgasm build, the tight coiling in your belly promising to unleash the most powerful climax you’d ever had. “N-no one else has – no one else has – ngh – finished inside!”
A warm hand slid up to your throat and squeezed lightly as Kyojuro’s hips snapped against yours, his groans quieting to mere vibrations in his chest. “Not even – fuck – him?”
You didn’t need to ask him to clarify. “Never!” You gasped, limbs turning to liquid against the light pressure he applied against the sides of your throat. “Only yours – only yours to f-fill!”
Your affirmation made Kyojuro shudder violently above you, and before you knew it, Kyojuro was spilling forth within your core, giving you every drop of his hot seed as his hips rolled heavily into yours.
A broad hand slid down from your throat to rest against the bottom of your stomach and pressed down.
“Take it,” Kyojuro somehow had the presence of mind to speak, even deep in the throes of his climax. “F-feel how much I’m filling you up – oh fuck.”
You could. The weight of his hand against your lower belly pressed your front wall against the spurting tip of his cock as he unloaded deep within your core. And it was precisely because of the way you could feel him painting the inside of your walls that you felt yourself tip over your edge, that coil in your belly not merely unwinding, but breaking wide open.
With a sharp cry, you came, a rush of your sticky pleasure spurting forth from you and soaking Kyojuro’s lower abdomen and groin as he continued to pump into you, every twist and churn of his base against your clit only prolonging the sweet, torturous pleasure you felt as you screamed for him.
Kyojuro’s high finally ceased, as did yours, but that did not stop your flame-haired friend from continuing to pump into you, as though chasing yet another dizzying high.
“Kyo,” your cry was shrill was your nails sunk into the ropey muscle of your best friend’s back, your teeth gritting against the flicker of overstimulation flaring to life as Kyojuro’s rough base continued to grind right against your clit.
“I’m sorry, my flame,” and to your shock, you noted the desperate whine in his tone. “I can’t stop, I need more – c-can’t stop –”
You felt his cum squelching over where you remained connected, its sticky warmth dribbling down your inner thighs as Kyojuro continued to plunge his still-erect length in and out of your full cunt.
“I want to get you pregnant,” Kyojuro confessed, his eyes burning as they flicked between where he appeared and disappeared inside you, to the way your tits bounced with each of his punishing thrusts, and back to your face. “I’ve been dreaming about it since I met you.”
“C-can’t tell you h-how many times I’ve imagined filling you with my seed until – fuck – you’re carrying my child.”
Some small, rational part of your brain genuinely did not know whether he was serious, and an even smaller part was baffled that you couldn’t find it within yourself to care one way or the other. The only reaction you gave him, instead, was a struggle of your legs against his grasp until he allowed you to wrap them around his hips to hold him close as he chased his second release of the night.
“Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll pull out,” Kyojuro grunted, though, with the way he continued to thrust even harder into you, you doubted his ability to do so. “Just say the word.”
Admittedly, it was probably too late to worry about that, given that you could still feel the traces of his cum trickling out of you as he continued to ram his length into your spent core. But even if that ship hadn’t yet sailed, you knew you could not let him pull out; could never, not when he made you feel this good.
“Don’t you dare pull – ah – pull out,” you managed, legs tightening around his hips to keep him pinned against you. “I want it – I need it, Kyojuro. Give it to me.”
Your words were enough. With a strangled shout, Kyojuro came once more, his excess cum leaking out of your stuffed cunt, its hot stickiness trickling between your cheeks and pooling on the car hood beneath you, staining faded red with milky white. The cant of Kyojuro’s hips still did not cease as he continued fucking his seed right back into you, and you could do nothing but spread your thighs wider and accept it, mewling softly with your lips against his collarbone.
Kyojuro remained tense above you for several more seconds before he relaxed, his weight pressing you fully against the car hood as he collapsed against you. You both remained quiet for a moment, working to catch your breath.
“Are you alright?” your friend breathed after a moment, nuzzling your sweat-slickened neck affectionately.
You nodded, unable to stop the wide grin which formed on your face. “One would think you’d been waiting a long time to do that, Kyojuro,” you teased, arching your neck to expose more of your throat as his lips traced delicately across it.
“And if I have?” He murmured, pausing to suck lightly on the sensitive skin below your ear. “What would you say then?”
You threaded your fingers through unruly, golden hair and tugged lightly, pulling his face from the dip in your neck so that he would meet your eyes.
“I would say,” you began seriously, suppressing a giggle at the way Kyojuro’s eyebrows furrowed. “That you should probably take me home, then, because I’m not nearly done with you.”
Your fiery friend answered with a growl, low and deep in his chest as he rolled his hips into yours once more, his cock twitching back to life.
Instead of pressing you back against his car, Kyojuro instead flipped you to your stomach, your breasts smushing against the windshield of his car, the sweat clinging to your skin certain to leave behind a lewd outline of your body against the glass.
“You should probably buckle up then, my flame,” he said with a dark chuckle. “Because I’m afraid I can’t wait until I get you into my bed to have you yet again.”
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"It's the only name I can say."
So last ep, Kalina dropped this line after saying "Ragh Barkrock" again. She's really trying to get the Bad Kids to deduce who she could be referring to via Ragh. We've found out about the Spy's Tongue Curse since she last dropped Ragh's name, so it's clear that she's implying that she cannot say the names she wants to say and is dropping Ragh's name as a clue. I've been seeing a lot of theories about this line that are convinced it's implying Lydia Barkrock. I disagree: I think she is referring to Arianwen, Jace and Porter. Here's why.
First of all, and most obviously: Kalina says Lydia's full name in Sophomore Year episode 6.
Kalina: But you do have some time to talk it over because I'm gonna head out and kill Lydia Barkrock. So take care.
I don't think Brennan or the D20 Lorekeeper would have missed this. Kalina doesn't have a Spy's Tongue Curse with Lydia.
Secondly, the gang already investigated Lydia and got relevant clues from her, and Brennan did not encourage suspicion towards Lydia in any way. This repeat of the clue really feels like a "you guys didn't get it yet" type thing. Last time they assumed Lydia and that wasn't it. Try again.
Thirdly, Ragh's only real interaction with Kalina is about a single time he saw something he shouldn't have: Jace, Porter and Arianwen talking to someone invisible (Kalina) on Prom Night. I believe that if the Bad Kids just asked Ragh what Kalina could possibly have meant by "Ragh Barkrock" and "It's the only name I can say," he would absolutely bring up this fact. But they haven't!
That's why I am convinced that Arianwen, and to a lesser extent Jace and Porter, are who Kalina was referring to.
Below the cut are some bits of the trancript from Episode 4 of Sophomore Year, where Ragh reveals this to the Bad Kids.
Ragh is describing the aftermath of the fight with Kalvaxus:
Ragh: I ran into the school. And I went and I saw there was this conversation, and I was going, 'cause a lot of the teachers had been trapped in the crystals and had come out again. And I saw Jace, the sorcery teacher--
Adaine: Mm-hmm.
Ragh: Talking to this woman that I didn't recognize. She was an elven woman, she was wearing sort of like black, dark robes, it looked like, they were very light. She was blonde, she had glasses.
Adaine: She look like this? [points at her face]
Ragh: She look like you?
Adaine: Mm-hmm.
Ragh: I mean, yeah. Yeah, she looked like, yeah, she looked like you. But older. She didn't look like--
Adaine: Right.
Ragh: Um, you know, I mean, elves never look that old, but she looked like, you know, not a high schooler. Um. Jace and them were talking, and they were talking to somebody else who I couldn't see. I just assumed somebody was like, invisible. Um. Later, um, Jace and Porter came and talked to me--
Ragh goes on to describe Porter healing him, despite Ragh not feeling "that injured, honestly", and after that he can see Kalina despite not being able to see her moments before:
Ragh: And after that, I was like walking home, and I saw this cat woman, this tabaxi. And she came up, and told me all this stuff about my mom, and she said if I ever talked to anyone about it, she would kill my mom.
This indicates that Porter infected Ragh with the curse, on purpose. Probably to allow Kalina to threaten and manipulate him so he wouldn't tell anyone what he saw. She really doesn't want him telling anyone that he saw Arianwen there.
Ragh: She told me if I ever mentioned to anyone what I had seen about that elven woman--
Adaine: Mm-hmm.
Ragh: That she would kill my mom.
They have a short conversation about wether Jace is suspect, but dismiss it. Adaine shows Ragh a photo of her mother and he confirms that it is the woman he saw.
#fhjy#fhjy spoilers#dimension 20#dimension 20 spoilers#fantasy high#fantasy high spoilers#fantasy high junior year#fantasy high junior year spoilers#ragh barkrock#lydia barkrock#arianwen abernant#jace stardiamond#porter cliffbreaker
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Good Enough: Dad!Jake Sully
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description: Once your father’s world, you start acting out when he starts ignoring you and only your father can figure out what is going on
Jake and Neytiri were at loss, especially Jake he didn't understand what was going on with you lately and why you were acting out so much. All you ever did anymore was talk back and argue with them, and they couldn't figure out why, usually Lo'ak was the problem child, not you. Today was the final straw when you snuck out to join the war party after Jake specifically told you to stay behind and watch Tuk and help with the wounded, something you clearly didn't agree with.
"Jesus, I let you two geniuses fly a mission and you disobey direct orders," he sighed. "Not to mention you almost got your sister killed!" He said to Neteyam and Lo'ak who you felt bad for, your dad was always so hard on them.
"I came on my own." You said rolling your eyes and making Jake whip his head in your direction.
"What did you say?" He asked.
"I said I.came.on.my.own. and that these two tried to get me to return home and I didn't listen to them, so if it's anyone's fault, it's mine." You said looking in dead in the eye as Jake was rendered speechless at you.
"I'll deal with you later." He said tiredly running a hand down his face.
"Yeah, it's always later with you." You mumbled as you left the tent and went to go see your grandmother so she could look at you.
After getting looked at by your grandma, you headed back to your tent hoping to get some sleep, making sure to avoid your father and how much he couldn't see how much you were hurting and that you were acting out to get his attention. You had been laying there silently crying when you heard your parents talking, probably assuming you were asleep.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do with her, I can't keep doing this." Your father said.
"Jake she's just going through something...l can try and talk to her." Your mother offered.
"I know she is....but why can't she be more like Neteyam or Kiri, you know?" He said breaking your heart as you realized you were never gonna be good enough for him.
"Ma Jake, don't talk like that...she is perfect just the way she is, sure her attitude could use some fixing but I still love her as the day she was born and so should you." Your mother said to him but it was too late as you knew how he truly felt.
You waited until everyone was asleep and decided to go for a night-time flight to clear your head and think about everything. You walked over to your Ikran and climbed on top of her before taking off. After flying for a bit, you landed in a pasture and just relaxed trying to calm your thoughts wondering if one day you would be good enough for your father.
Jake was restless that night, hating that yours and his relationship were so strained, there used to be a day when you weren't seen without him and now you were practically strangers. He got up and went to check on you when he saw your tent empty making him worry as you and ikran were gone. He climbed on top of his and circled around looking for you or Ikran until he saw you both which he let out a sigh of relief.
"If you have come to yell at me or lecture me more, please go." You said not even looking at him which broke his heart.
"I haven't. Baby girl I just wanna figure out what's been going on with us lately?" He said taking a seat next to you.
"Why? It's not actually like you care." You said turning away from him and making him frown at your words.
"Hey talk to me. Where is this coming from?" He asked gently and even more worried.
"I heard what you said to mom about how you wish I was more like Kiri or Neteyam..Do you realize I've been acting out to get your attention because I don't feel good enough for you! You the one who trained me and yet you don't let me go out on missions but you'll tell Lo'ak of all people?? How am I supposed to feel when I'm told to sit here and take care of others when I know I could be out there helping you and mom? You don't talk to me or have any time for me and I hate that so much, it's always later baby girl, or not now baby girl. I miss our relationship but it doesn't seem like you do." You said breaking down into tears as Jake sat there in shock at your words before moving towards you and gathering in his arms.
Jake held you in his arms gently rocking you as he tried to calm you down while he also processed your words, he never meant to make you feel that way, that you weren't good enough for him because you were if any of his children were a carbon copy of him, it was you. Once your breathing was back to normal he decided to speak.
"You are good enough for me more than...I never meant to make you feel like you weren't and I'm sorry that I did...when I have to stay back here with your sister and the others it's not because I don't believe in your abilities as a warrior, trust me I do...it's because I know that if something was to happen, they would have you to protect and defend them...I'm sorry I made you think I was doubting you or didn't believe in you because I do so much. I didn't realize that I had gotten so wrapped in the war party stuff and your brothers that I ignored you, it was never my intention. I hope you can forgive me, baby girl." He said.
"As long as you can forgive me for the way I've been acting." You said looking at him.
"Of course, what do you say tomorrow we spend the day together like we used to do?" He offered you.
"I would love that. I love you, dad." You said to him.
"I love you too baby girl." He said pressing a kiss to your forehead.
#jake sully x daughter!reader#avatar fic#avatar way of water x reader#sully reader#avatar way of water
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16,904 | leah williamson x reader
so this was something I wrote a few years ago and I decided to change it into a leah fic cause I've been so obsessed :-)
hope you like it!
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Melbourne
October, 2023
You finally tell your friends that you’ve been talking to someone you met online on a Friday night. The response you got is that they all think you're crazy, and you can’t blame them—saying that you have a tiny crush on this blonde who’s almost twice your height and likes football and country music without actually knowing if this said blonde exists is kind of crazy.
But you really do like talking to Leah and you could only hope that Leah is Leah and not some fifty-year-old man.
“You don’t even know what she looks like,” one of your friends snorts.
“It’s not always about the looks,” you argue.
“That’s true,” another one of your friends chimed in. “But you gotta admit, the looks matter a lot.”
You were about to correct her and say no, they do not, because yeah, sure, Leah is so freaking gorgeous based on the pictures on her profile, but what matters the most is that she’s so kind, and funny, and just overall amazing.
Instead you kept your mouth shut. A part of you don’t want to share Leah with anyone just yet.
(And another part of you still needs the confirmation that that is actually Leah because god damn it Leah is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen and you wish that it’s really her.)
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6 Oct, 9:02 pm
y/n: I told my friends about you. they think it’s weird that I’m starting something with you when we’ve never met
y/n: it’s not weird, is it?
leahw6: starting something huh? ;)
y/n: shut up
y/n: we met on tinder. what were you expecting to find? a math tutor?
leahw6: ...
leahw6: you’re really funny, love
leahw6: and no, it’s not weird
y/n: good
y/n: and for the record, even if they think it’s weird I couldn’t care less
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6 Oct, 9:25 pm
leahw6: just to be clear
leahw6: ‘starting something’ that means you want to date me right
y/n: how else could I mean that
leahw6: idk maybe you were the one looking for a math tutor
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London
October, 2023
“Where did you meet her again?”
“Tinder.”
“Tinder,” Lia repeats.
“Yes,” Leah nods. “When we were in Australia for the World Cup… I got bored one night and decided to go on Tinder.”
“And you found her there,” Lia muses, sipping on her cup of coffee. “Wait, so she lives in Australia?”
“Melbourne, yes.”
“And does she know you’re all the way here in London?”
Leah hesitates before answering. “No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Oh boy,” Lia gives her a sympathetic look. “Does she know who you are?”
“Me… as in Leah?” Leah gives her teammate a confused look. “Yeah?”
“You as in you’re Leah Williamson.”
“Oh,” realization sunk in Leah’s face. “Then no. I mentioned I like football and she said she hates it. So, I doubt she knows who I am.”
“Oh boy.”
“I know,” Leah drops her head on the table. “I’ll tell her soon but what if it’s a deal breaker?”
“Which part? The part where you’re a famous footballer or you live thousands of kilometers away?”
Leah grimaces “Distance problem. She already said she hates football and wouldn’t dare step foot in a football game, but it’s fine! That’s not a problem because I can and will convince her to watch one of my games.”
Lia laughs. “Sure, buddy.”
“I really like her,” Leah continues. “She’s funny and witty and passive aggressive sometimes but it’s so endearing. She has great taste in music, great taste in movies and books, and just great taste overall—”
Leah’s words get cut off with Lia’s hand on her mouth. “You’ve known her for a few weeks and this is already how you act?” Lia chuckles, taking her hand away. “You got it bad, Williamson.”
Leah groans. “I know.”
“Just tell her now. If she likes you the same way, I have a feeling that she wouldn’t mind either.”
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24 Oct, 4:13 pm
leahw6: can we talk ?
y/n: sounds serious
leahw6: kind of
y/n: are you getting tired of me already :(
leahw6: ofc not
y/n: oh okay :D
leahw6: idk how to say this
y/n: do you want me to call you?
leahw6: oh god no
leahw6: omg wait
leahw6: I didn’t mean that in a bad way I swear
leahw6: it’s just that if you call me I’ll be hearing your voice for the first time and I’ll be even more nervous
leahw6: and I don’t think I’ll be able to put out a coherent sentence bc I’ve been imagining so much what your voice would sound like with that face and all my guesses are that you have an extremely hot voice, raspy maybe?
leahw6: but actually no I don’t think you have a raspy voice
leahw6: a deep one maybe and holy shit a deep voice with an australian accent? I’ll faint on the spot I’m afraid
leahw6: no you can’t call me
y/n: okay...?
leahw6: I’m really sorry please ignore all that
y/n: I won’t ignore it, it’s adorable
leahw6: you think I’m weird don’t you
y/n: absolutely
leahw6: great
y/n: it just makes me like you even more
leahw6: I live in london
y/n: as in the one in england … ?
leahw6: is there another london I don’t know about
[incoming call from y/n]
leahw6: why are you calling me ?!
leahw6: I told you I’m too nervous rn
y/n: I don’t get it. it says that you were 2km away?
leahw6: yeah… I was on vacation… kind of...
y/n: kind of?
y/n: so you don’t actually live here?
leahw6: y/n if I was only 2 km away from you I would make up excuses just so I can see you everyday
y/n: how many km is it instead
leahw6: between us?
leahw6: google says it’s 16,904 km
y/n: ??! holy shit
leahw6: I know
leahw6: look, I get it if you want to stop this. not everyone is cut out for long distance
y/n: we’re like
y/n: on opposite sides of the world
leahw6: I know
y/n: do you want to stop this?
leahw6: I don’t
y/n: then we won’t
leahw6: are you sure
y/n: let me call you
leahw6: NO
y/n: leah
leahw6: give me a day to prepare
y/n: you’re so dumb
y/n: but fine
y/n: do I at least get a facetime
leahw6: FACETIME?
leahw6: no. you get a phone call. voice only
y/n: r u catfishing
y/n: I knew it you’re too beautiful to be real
leahw6: ha ha
y/n: call me tomorrow okay lee?
leahw6: okay
leahw6: and y/n
leahw6: thank you
y/n: what for
leahw6: for giving us a chance
y/n: leah I’d be stupid not to
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Melbourne
November, 2023
You're in the middle of a meeting with boring, old men in suits when your phone rings—very loudly at that. You curse yourself for forgetting to put your phone on silent, quickly pressing the red circle on the screen, but not before smiling at the caller ID.
When the meeting finishes an hour later, you immediately pick up your phone and dial Leah’s number.
“Hey you.”
You smile at the voice on the other end. “Sorry I couldn’t pick up. I was in a meeting.”
“Oh sorry, bad timing. Thought you were finished for the day”
“Bad timing indeed,” you chuckle. “It rang really loudly.”
“Y/n,” you could hear Leah’s soft giggles. “The silent feature exists for a reason.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you take a seat in your office chair and sigh contently. “I’m glad it rang though.”
“How so?”
“I saw your name and my mood instantly picked up.”
Leah snorts. “You’re such a sweet talker, mate.”
You throw her head back in laughter. “But it’s true!”
Leah doesn’t say anything after that, all you could hear is the sound of chatter and honking of cars. “Where are you?”
“I just had breakfast, I’m walking to the… office.”
“You called me when you were having breakfast? Am I that much more interesting than whoever you were with?” you ask, your tone teasing.
“Of course you are,” is Leah’s reply and you could feel your stomach flipping upside down.
“Now who’s the sweet talker?”
“Still you.”
“Says the person who couldn’t stop telling me I’m pretty when we facetimed for the first time.”
Leah laughs and you really, really love the sound. “But you are pretty.”
“But I don’t think I need to hear it every five minutes.”
“Just accept the compliments, love.”
“Okay,” you relent, a grin spreading across your face. “Who did you have breakfast with?”
“Just my team– colleagues. My colleagues, Beth, Viv and Lia.”
You go silent for a few seconds, the last name ringing a bell in your head. “Lia as in your ex?”
“The one and only.”
“Oh.”
Leah must’ve sensed the jealousy in your voice (but honestly, you aren't jealous, you’re really not), because the next thing you know Leah is laughing and telling you that it didn’t work out between her and Lia because they were better off as friends.
“You see her everyday though,” you say, your voice less confident than before.
“And what about it?”
“You don’t see me everyday,” you pout, staring at a polaroid picture of Leah smiling at the camera that is stuck to the wall of your cubicle. Leah sent you a handwritten letter along with that picture a few days ago. Your roommate was the one who received it and it went something like this:
“Oh my god, there’s no way this is your Leah.”
“What?”
“This! Is this really her?”
“Is that Lee’s mail for me? Did you open it?!”
“I got curious!”
“Give me that!”
“You never mentioned that she looks like this!”
“I just haven’t shown you what she looks like ‘cause everyone kept on teasing me!”
“Because she could be a fake for all we know! But holy shit, she’s soo stunning. Does she have a twin sister?”
“No.”
“A twin brother?”
“No.”
“Can I have her instead then?”
“What the—no?!”
“Fine, be stingy like that.”
“...I’m really fine with us like this.”
You blink away images of your roommate in your head and focus your attention back to Leah’s voice. “What did you say?”
“I said I’m okay with not being able to see you everyday,” Leah repeats. “Talking to you over the phone is enough.”
You smile. “It’s enough for me too. It’d be great to have you next to me but this is good too.”
People would think otherwise but for you, having Leah a phone call away really is enough; you'd take hearing Leah's laughter through the phone than not hearing it at all.
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10 Nov, 1:11 pm
y/n: I got a dog
leahw6: ???!!
leahw6: Y/N CALL ME OMG
leahw6: I WANT TO SEE
y/n: you’re more excited to see him than me ://
leahw6: YES
y/n: excuse me
leahw6: WHAT’S HIS NAME
y/n: robert
leahw6: ROBERT?
y/n: yes, robert
leahw6: he's now my favourite
leahw6: SEND PICS
y/n: :/
y/n:
leahw6: you know you're my favourite too
y/n: :D
leahw6: but I think I like robert more than you OMG HE'S ADORABLE!!!!
y/n: bye
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London
December, 2023
leahw6: want to hear a funny story
y/n: what is it
leahw6: a guy tried to hit on me tonight
y/n: excuse me???
[incoming call from y/n]
“That’s not funny,” is the first thing Leah hears once she accepts the call.
“Hello to you too,” Leah stifles a laugh. You sound tense and Leah can just picture the frown on your face.
“Leah.”
“Yes, babe?” Leah learnt that the quickest way to melt away your anger is to use pet names and so for any argument (even if Leah is in the wrong), Leah would always win.
This time it doesn’t seem to work. “How is that funny again?”
“Darling, I’m just teasing you.”
“Did a guy really hit on you?”
“Yes,” Leah answers honestly. “He bought me a drink.”
“I see.”
Leah doesn’t like how dejected you sound. So she presses the button for facetime and the first thing she sees when you accept is her girlfriend pouting at the screen.
“What are you doing?” Leah giggles.
“Is all of this funny to you?” you pout even more, your phone screen illuminating your face in the dark room.
“Did I wake you up?” Leah asks instead. She knows you like to sleep in on weekends.
“Yes, but that’s fine. You know I want to talk to you any chance I get,” you answer, shifting so that you’re now lying on your side.
“You’re the best,” Leah says as she climbs in bed, tucking herself under the covers.
“Obviously,” you scoff. “Unlike that stupid guy who doesn’t know you’re off-limits.”
Leah grins at the annoyed look you’re giving her. “Baby?”
“Hm?”
“It’s so cute when you’re jealous.”
You roll your eyes. “Of course I’m jealous. He gets to be within your presence while I’m stuck here, freaking sixteen thousand kilometres away from you. It’s unfair.”
Leah sends her a soft smile. “But you’re the one I’m talking to every day, so who’s the real winner here?” The frown is still present on your face and Leah wants nothing more than to kiss it away—so that’s what she did.
“Leah, what the hell are you doing?”
“Kissing you,” Leah answers simply, kissing her screen again.
And when Leah hears laughter from the other end, her heart feels much lighter.
“Lee, have you cleaned your phone? That’s gross.”
“Shut up. I’m trying to be romantic.”
“Cute, but maybe clean your phone first.”
Leah rolls her eyes at you, her smile never leaving her face. “At least I made you laugh.”
“You always make me laugh,” you say, your face so close to her camera that the entirety of Leah’s screen is just a close up of your face. Leah’s heart swells in adoration at the sight.
“Did you have a good night's sleep?” Leah asks.
You hum in answer. “Now it’s your turn to get a good night’s sleep.”
You could see how hard Leah is trying to keep her eyes open.
“This sucks, time difference sucks” Leah pouts. “I just want to talk to you.”
“Baby,” you give her a sad smile. “It is how it is. We’ll talk more when you wake up.”
“Yes, captain,” Leah gives you grin, her eyes fully closed.
“Good night, Leah. Sweet dreams.”
You watch Leah go to sleep for a few minutes, the sound of her soft snores making it seem like she’s right next to you.
That night Leah dreams that you're right next to her, holding her close and keeping her warm on the cold winter night.
#leah williamson#leah williamson x reader#woso#woso community#woso fanfics#leah williamson imagine#awfc x reader#lionesses x reader#woso x reader
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AITA for refusing to do anything to help my roommate's baby?
More of a "was I an asshole" rather than "am I an asshole?"
I (21F) am a college student living in an apartment with two roommates, Anna (22F) and Mica (23NB). I've lived with Anna for two years now and Mica for one, and we've all always gotten along great with no major issues apart from the fact that Anna's boyfriend of several years is emotionally manipulative and incredibly insecure and jealous, but that's an issue for another time, except that I don't like him and make no secret of it. I also don't like children, never want children, and crying babies is one of the biggest overload/meltdown triggers I have because it stresses me out and also triggers some violent intrusive thoughts (I have autism and OCD, which both of my roommates know about, but never cause any significant issues and I don't act on those thoughts.) That is to say, I should not and do not want to be around children.
Anna and I live far enough apart over the summer that we only see each other during the school year, and this year I'm a junior and she's a senior. I showed up at the beginning of this school year and lo and behold, Anna is about five months pregnant. Turns out it happened toward the end of last school year, she didn't tell anyone at first, and didn't bother to mention it over the summer (which I'm pissed about). I was NOT expecting one of my closest college friends to be about to have a baby, let alone one that I'm living with.
For the next few months, I helped her out, drove her to doctor appointments, etc, because of course the shitbag boyfriend lives like three hours away (where Anna lives when she's not at college) and refuses to drive over to help her out himself. However, I made it clear that I wanted nothing to do with the baby once it's born. I wouldn't be helping her with diapers, wouldn't babysit, don't want her to put formula bottles on my shelf in the fridge, won't play with the baby or anything. I don't have the patience for that, I don't want the baby in my shit, I work 20 hours a week on top of my classes and homework and do not have time or desire to deal with a tiny human.
Fast forward to when the baby is born, Anna keeps saying she's looking for somewhere else to move, wants to move back full time to live with her shitbag boyfriend, have him help with the baby. Our other roommate Mica helps occasionally with the baby and is willing to do basic stuff and occasionally rocks him to sleep when they're sitting on the couch and stuff, but I refuse. Several months later Anna still hasn't moved out and has barely made the effort she says she will, she talks about the boyfriend a lot but I have literally NEVER seen him in person since the baby was born (he was there for the birth and that's it, drove her to our apartment afterwards since I didn't want to be there, then left again).
If there's ever a time when I'd be the only one home at the apartment and Anna asks me to babysit for a little while, I change plans and always leave so I'm not there even if it just means doing homework at the campus library instead of my room. Anna is exhausted and literally does nothing around the house anymore, never comes grocery shopping with Mica and I because she refuses to leave the baby home alone but doesn't want to take him to the store, I'm doing all of her dishes cause apparently she can't do that either, she asks us to do her laundry and cook dinner and everything for her now and I feel like we're being treated/put into the role of the baby's father.
I cannot stand children, I don't think Anna has any excuse for trying to make us care for her child, she seems to expect us to take care of him while she's in class and she can barely even afford her own share of rent and groceries and stuff let alone a baby (or hiring childcare), and I made it clear even before the baby was born that I wanted nothing to do with him and will not engage with him or do anything for him, and I think my "it's your fault you had a baby, sucks for you, now deal with the consequences" attitude is what might make me an asshole here but I'm so exhausted and my mental energy is always drained from the damn kid screaming and crying and making a mess of the house.
Mica talked to me privately recently and mentioned that they understand that I don't like children and that they're also upset with the fact that Anna can't take care of a child herself when she's a full time college student without a job and a shitty boyfriend who's barely in the picture, but they want me to try to engage more and have a bit of sympathy for Anna and not leave her completely stranded with an infant. I don't want children, I don't want to live with one, and don't want to have to care for one.
It's now April as of writing this and I have since moved out of the apartment (Anna and Mica still live together), I left in January at the start of spring semester when on-campus dorm housing was available and live with another friend whose roommate transferred the prior semester. I still see Anna around campus but I feel like the baby completely ruined our friendship but I still hang out with Mica a lot and occasionally get updates that way. I'm much happier, my mental health is better, and I'm not living constantly stressed and on edge because of the baby, and Anna still hasn't moved in with her boyfriend despite saying she's trying to for months now.
Was I an asshole for refusing to support my roommate and her baby, and essentially giving the ultimatum of "either the baby goes or I do?"
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Beer Boy and Sugar: The Second Lost Year (Bradley Bradshaw x Reader)
Part of the Lost Years series for Beer Boy and Sugar
Warnings: language, longing, angst (series fits chronologically between Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time)
Banner by @mak-32
Year Two
Bradley dropped down on his bed and started to untie his boots while Nat looked around at everything on his desk. They were both about to start flying solo now, and it was such a relief that she was advancing in the program with him. It brought him a little bit of joy every time they left the others in the dust.
"I always liked this thing," she remarked, poking his Navy desk lamp as he set his boots under his bed. "You said it was your dad's, right?"
"Yeah. Makes it vintage," he replied with a grin as he lounged back on his pillows, already thinking about dinner in the mess hall. It was hot as hell outside, especially by Rhode Island standards, and it made him miss Virginia a little bit. "Are you ready for dinner?"
She groaned. "It's too hot to go outside and walk all the way to get food. Your air conditioner works better than mine, too. Can't we just stay in here?"
His stomach growled as he said, "All I got is some protein bars and instant mac and cheese. And I'm starving."
Nat started to poke at the book he was currently reading as she said, "I'll order us a pizza."
This was something he'd never get used to, even though he considered her his best friend. She always seemed to have money from her parents, and he had basically nothing. But she continually offered to share her food with him. Bradley wasn't exactly sure what he brought to this friendship, but she seemed to enjoy having him around, so he didn't bring it up.
"Fine," he agreed.
This seemed to make her happy as she fished her phone out of her pocket. "You want your usual topping choice?"
Bradley froze with his fingers pushed back in his messy hair. At first, he always ordered his pizza that way, because that's how you liked it. Now Nat thought it was his preference. But maybe it actually was?
"Yeah," he replied softly. "Please."
Then he listened to her call it in while his thoughts drifted back to Virginia. He hadn't seen or heard from you in fourteen months, but he'd thought about you every single day. It hurt a little less now, but all the feelings were still there. He still looked at all the pictures he had saved on his phone. He thought about you when he touched himself. He still hadn't slept with anyone else since you.
"Why would you keep a differential equations notebook from UVA?" Nat mused, but he was barely listening to her as he thought about your body curled up against his while you wore his Grateful Dead shirt. "Did you even take advanced math?"
When he finally registered what she said, he sat up in his bed and saw her holding your purple notebook. The one with all the doodles and love notes in the margins, and he felt like he was back in the study room with you on his lap. The breath was knocked from his lugs as a sheet of loose, folded paper fell onto her lap, and she picked it up and started to read it out loud.
"Dear Beer Boy,
I'm bored in my calculus lecture, and I just started thinking about your bedroom door. It's still the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. Maybe you and I could wait until the middle of the night when all of your fraternity brothers are asleep and sneak out into the hallway and-"
Bradley lunged out of bed and grabbed the note from her hand before she could see the rest. "What the fuck, Nat? That's personal!"
Her dark brown eyes were as wide as saucers as she said, "That was from her."
He knew she was kind of mystified by you, given that he only shared details of the happiest months of his adult life sparingly. She always asked for more information when he mentioned you, always wanted to know more. But Bradley felt like the magic would wear off the more he talked about you, so he always kept it brief. He also knew he wasn't going to get away with saying nothing right now.
"Yeah," he grunted, taking the purple notebook from her hands and returning the folded note to the back pages. The sight of your handwriting filled him with a deep need for you. "And this was her notebook."
Nat's voice was gentle, as if she was trying not to spook him when she asked, "Why did she like your door so much?"
Bradley closed his eyes and laughed quietly. "I painted over all the other girls' names and phone numbers. For her. Or for myself. I don't really know anymore."
Now her eyes were narrowed when he looked at her again. "'All the other girls'. Holy shit, Bradshaw. Were you some sort of fuckboy in college?"
He leaned back against his pillows again as he groaned, "Basically." He didn't really like thinking about it, because that hadn't been him for a long time now. "Before Sugar."
She took her phone out again, and Bradley desperately wished the pizza would arrive so this conversation could end. But Nat asked, "What was her last name again? I want to know exactly what she looks like."
He whispered the word, loving the feel of it on his tongue as he took his own phone out. He located the picture of him with his arm around your shoulders that Dev took the week before graduation. Your smile was too pretty, and your face was too perfect. There was a reason he had to limit himself, and the onslaught of feelings was proof of why: He wasn't over you yet.
"Here," he muttered, stretching his arm out to hand his phone to Nat, but she gasped as she looked at her own phone.
"She's gorgeous. I found her Instagram account."
"You did?" he asked, launching himself off of the bed and forcefully switching phones with her. She gasped again as she looked at the photo on his phone, but Bradley was too busy staring at the tiny thumbnail of your smiling face. Your account was set to private, but this photo must have been more recent. Your hair was styled differently, and the only thing he could process was that he felt relieved you were posing alone instead of with some other guy. He didn't want to have to put a face to that.
He thought about taking a screenshot and texting it to himself, but he couldn't. He wouldn't. And when Nat asked if he wanted her to send you a friend request, he said absolutely not. "You think I want her to know I still think about her every day? No."
Then she said, "But maybe she still thinks about you."
Bradley didn't see how that was a possibility.
The pizza finally arrived just then, and Nat stood to go get it. She gave him a cautious hug and said, "I think she would be proud of you." She left him alone with both phones in his hands, and somehow he knew it would be easier to talk about you now if he wanted to.
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It was mind blowing. Three months ago, Chicago was freezing cold and practically encased in ice. Now it was blazing hot to the point that you couldn't get any relief unless you were inside your dorm room. It was Friday, thank goodness. Everyone in your graduate studies group wanted to go out for deep dish pizza tonight, and you had to figure out a way to stop sweating long enough to actually get dressed in something other than the shorts and tank you were wearing now.
You groaned as you carried your computer and textbooks across campus in your backpack. You had the highest grades out of all of the math graduate students, but you still took everything with you everywhere in case you had some extra time to study. But you should have left everything in your room instead on this sweltering day.
The quad was packed with tables and students participating in a career fair, but for some reason, this was where Jared asked you to meet up. Four dates with him, and you still weren't convinced it was a good idea to take things out of the friend zone. Four dates, and you still didn't really want to do anything besides kiss him. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with him, he just wasn't exactly right.
"Hey!"
As soon as you heard Jared calling out for you, your initial reaction was to hide. You were absolutely going to have to tell him you didn't want to see him anymore, and it mostly made you mad that it would probably disrupt your friend group.
"Hi," you replied as he squeezed through the crowd to get to you. And then he slipped his sweaty hand in yours, and you actually cringed. Why wasn't this what you wanted? After nearly a year, he wore you down enough that you gave it a try, but this was decidedly bad. Especially since you could picture exactly what you did want.
When you looked up at Jared's face, your gaze drifted to your left. You gasped and dropped his hand immediately. There were recruiters from the Navy. They were wearing flight suits. You caught a glimpse of wavy brown hair and a flash of dark eyes, and you were off.
Jared was calling after you as you fought through the crowd, catching glimpses here and there of broad shoulders and a handsome smile. Oh my god, he was here. Somehow, he was here. Like he'd just climbed out of your dreams and into the University of Chicago campus.
"Bradley!"
Your voice rang out, but he didn't fully turn your way. You rushed a little faster, no longer caring if you knocked someone into one of the tables.
"Bradley!"
But you stumbled as you reached the recruiters, and your smile evaporated from your lips. Tears stung at your eyes as he turned to face you, leaving your heart filled with disappointment.
"Hey, there. I'm Lieutenant Chapman," he said with a grin, and you honestly didn't know how you could have been mistaken. His eyes were hazel, and his hair was too curly, and now you were standing there feeling like you'd just broken your own heart all over again. The disappointment could smother you if you let it.
You nodded and turned away as sweat dripped down your chest and an awful feeling settled into your stomach. You made your way back through the crowd at a much slower pace with no real desire to talk to Jared, but you reached him all too soon.
"What happened?" he asked, grabbing your hand again.
You looked at the ground and tried to hide your tears as he squeezed your hand tighter. "Sorry. I thought I saw an old friend."
He just made an impatient noise and asked, "You ready to go get changed and grab some pizza with everyone else? I thought we could ditch them early and maybe go back to my room and watch a movie? And like hang out... on my bed?"
His voice was distressingly hopeful. You wanted to say no. You knew you should. But you kept your eyes fixed on the ground as you said, "Sounds good," with almost no conviction. You wanted to get past this, so you needed to actually start trying.
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FACE RIDING. GETO SUGURU
ʚ CONTENTS NSFW, college bf!suguru, oral (fem!receiving), clit rubbing, suguru eats you out on the couch to relieve you of muscle soreness, making out, mention of him having a pierced dick ᵎᵎ wc 2.4k
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you opened the door to your apartment, closing it after you and throwing your bag on the floor with a thud. you were nothing short of exhausted, the long lectures and the quickened walks around campus making your feet ache and your brain fuzz.
you took your shoes off hastily, putting the keys in your bag before lazily entering the living room. you heard the sound of a door closing and a figure peeked its head out from your bedroom "thought i heard you.. you okay?" the honey-sweet voice asked as your face softened.
standing in the hallway, on his way to reach you was your boyfriend, suguru, who took you in his arms with no hesitation, caressing your locks as he planted a gentle kiss on your head. your arms instinctively wrapped around his waist, head buried in his chest as you let out a tired sigh. it was quite fascinating how quick your body relaxed the second the familiar scent hit your nostrils.
"you look tired" suguru's voice drops a few octaves, barely above a whisper. you can't help but let your eyelids droop - suguru's calming voice was, after all, the perfect motive to go to sleep.
"i am... missed you" you murmur as suguru smiles, bending down to place another sweet kiss on the crown of your head. his hands start rubbing at your back, making you purr in response. it was a good thing he was holding you because your legs were inching closer to giving out.
"missed you too, ugly" you rolled your eyes at the nickname. as loving as your boyfriend was, he loved calling you names. he thought he was hilarious. you didn't mind it in the slightest. you knew he wasn't fooling anyone. 'ugly' to him meant 'you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen' and 'stupid' meant 'my smart girl'... you felt at ease hearing him talk to you like that, especially since you knew he never meant it.
with a tap on your shoulder, suguru made you turn his attention to him as he gestured to you with his finger "wanna lay down and tell me about your day?" he inquired, hands cupping your face. you nod slightly, letting him place another peck on your forehead before you wrap your arms around his neck and jump up, letting yourself be carried by him to the couch.
you melt into his touch as soon as he lays down, placing you on top of him. his fingers play mindlessly with your hair as you caress his sides "long day?" you hum in approval, raising your head and placing your chin on his chest. your eyes stopped to scan his features, in awe at how pretty he looked, even after all these years of being his. suguru truly had no bad angle.. and you knew that better than anyone else, having seen him from many positions.
"had a lot of boring classes.. i have so many assignments" you sigh as suguru caresses your cheek, eyes fixated on you, as attentive as ever. you melt into his touch, body stiff on top of his. the long classes and big distances between them had your body sore, every joint and muscle screaming in pain.
"yeah? i'll help you out" suguru continues with his touches, making you smile. you raised yourself up, towering over him as your thighs hugged his hips, making the raven-haired man smile and look up at you.
"haven't kissed you today" you pout, making him smile as his hands rest on the plush of your thighs.
"yes, you have. before you left" you roll your eyes in disapproval.
"oh, and that's enough?" suguru shrugs, knowing well enough he's being annoying "come here.." you plead as you grab his jaw gently guiding his lips to your own. kissing him after such a long day feels almost euphoric, especially after you hear his small chuckle before he kisses back.
"you look pretty tense... sure you're okay?" he expresses his concern after pulling away.
"just a little sore, it's fine" you pull him back into the kiss, shutting him up. sure, you might've been stiffer than a plank but you knew cuddling suguru would make it all better. your thumb grazes his jaw and chin, humming in the kiss as you feel his hands move along your thighs and ass, squeezing it lightly.
it didn't take long for suguru to push his tongue into your mouth, the small sweet kisses at the beginning now turning into a fully-blown makeout session. it was nothing out of the ordinary, making out often being your quickest resolve to solve anything from tiredness to fights. any excuse you had, you would jump each other, gripping at each other's clothes and pressing your bodies together, desperate for more proximity. you often thanked fate for letting you maintain such a lovesick state with him, even after so many years, after so many hardships and issues. if anything, you got closer as each day passed, falling in love more with each other every day.
you pulled away, chest heaving and gasping for air after a while, chuckling at suguru's flushed face "what?" he squinted his eyes, a hint of a smile on his wet lips.
"you look dumb" you chuckled as you fixed your hair, pressing your hips down on his. you grinned even wider as you felt his semi-hard length poke your thigh. it was so easy to turn suguru on, this man was literally obsessed with you. funny enough, you could feel a patch of arousal form on your panties in return.
"i look dumb? we look the same!" suguru pulled out his phone, showing you his front camera. your hair was messy, the little bit of red tint remaining on your lips smudged and your forehead showed some beads of sweat. you couldn't deny the electrifying feeling of your makeouts even if you tried.
you slap his hand away, earning a chuckle as he puts his phone in his pocket again, before turning his gaze to you and admiring you. a small smile of adoration appears on his face, fingers tracing random patterns on your thighs.
"i can help with that exhaustion, you know?" and there it was. there proposal you were waiting to hear from his lips, the proposal he always gave you after kissing for so long you forgot how to breathe. you smile, sighing softly. it was tempting. very tempting. yet you were not sure you could move a single muscle.
"i don't know, baby... i'm too tired" suguru could almost laugh. he wanted to chime in and say how you had no reason to mention tiredness, seeing as he was the one doing all the work during sex anyway. he decided not to. his fingers trail upwards, from your thigh to your hips as he glides them down, caressing your inner thigh. he could feel the throbbing of your pussy against his lower abdomen, confirmation enough that you did want him.
"you don't have to do any work... you can just ride my face like a good girl.." his words go straight to your core, body heating up as your hole clenches around air. suddenly, you wanted him inside of you in any way possible, be it tongue, fingers or his pierced cock... if you had the option, you would've taken all three at once.
"you sure?" you ask as he smiles softly, reassuringly.
"of course. it's my job to take care of you" his dark spheres stare into your as his hand finds the band of your pants, staring down as if to ask you if you're sure. you nod, biting at your lip as you raise yourself enough to take your pants off and shimmy them down. and right before you slide your panties off..
"no, it's alright" suguru says, taking ahold of your hips and placing you back on top "i'll take care of those" his voice is hoarse, baritone, a common characteristic of his when he was aroused. it always sent chills through your spine, making you bite your lips in anticipation.
soon enough you find yourself hovering over his face, his long fingers buried in your thighs as he places kisses to your clothed cunt, not moving his eyes away from yours. his long hair is draped around him and you resist the urge to grab it “stop teasing…” he chuckles in response, the vibrations making your arousal pool on the fabric.
his index hooks around the side of the underwear, pulling it away so he can have access to your pussy. you can make out the hungry expression on his face. it had been a long journey to get you to actually sit on his face since you were always worried you might hurt him somehow, especially during orgasm. however, after many pleas from your pussy-drunk boyfriend it was easy to be persuaded. after all, who can resist a man with dark eyes & long shiny hair?
you grip the couch’s armrest as suguru guides your hips down to meet his lips, making sure you were properly sat before starting to lick painfully long stripes to your sensitive bud “s..shit” you whine as suguru moves his eyes away from the view in front of him to you, as if to ask ‘is it good?’
and he knew damn well it was. if you were to take a guess, suguru probably knew your body better than you did, always attentive and making sure you got pleasured before he did — or, never leaving you unsatisfied if you decided you wanted to blow him first. you could feel your boyfriend smirk against your pussy lips as you found it harder and harder to keep your composure.
“o..oh… right there!” you whine, looking back down at him as he hums in response. the combination of messy licks, sucks and kisses was too much for you and now his face was damp, slick dripping from his chin down to his neck. you covered your mouth as you decided to look at the wall in front of you, scared you might cum quickly if you continued to look at the erotic image under you.
and suguru? he was on cloud 9. even when he wasn’t talking, praising you for the good girl you were you could practically hear him, hear his thoughts, as he swirled his tongue into your hole and sucked on your clit. you were pretty thankful his mouth was occupied, otherwise, he would’ve probably teased you because of the desperate mewls you were letting out.
with each movement of his tongue, suguru pushes your hips further down, face now fully buried into your cunt as his nose grazed your clit. you could barely keep your eyes open anymore, brain filled with lust as you mindlessly began to grind your hips on his face.
suguru chuckles, a low and deep chuckle as he continues his ministrations “fuuuckkk…. baby, oh my god!” you whine as his thumb starts to rub on your clit, his eyes switching back to yours. heat rushed to your face as you realised his intentions: he knew you were getting closer and wanted you to look at him as you did.
“mmph.. sugu..” you whined as your back arched, hips rapidly moving against his face as he held the small of your back. his pants tighten, dick straining against his boxers as precum leaks from his tip… he thought the mere act of getting you off was enough to make him cum loads. your knees sink into the cushion under his head, hips bucking and pressing your heated core down on his lips.
the sounds of your needy pussy echo throughout the room, your slick making wet, lewd noises as you chanted suguru’s name. you were praying the neighbours would not complain (again) about the noise, but in truth, it was so hard to think of anything as your boyfriend lapped at your clit.
with your thighs hugging his head your body shakes, repeated cries and pleads of his name leaving your lips “oh— fuck.. sugu, i’m gonna–“ and before you know it your orgasm washes over you, that euphoric feeling you love so much, the feeling only he can give you.
you try to hold yourself steady, nails digging into the couch as you close your formerly half-lidded eyes, legs still shaking. with a lewd pop! you feel suguru’s mouth part from your cunt, a string of spit connecting the two “that’s my girl” he pants as you whine in response, still trying to calm down the sensation from your belly.
“did so good.. how was it, huh?” he inquires, bringing his lips to your thighs and engraving his scent into your skin, biting and sucking gently as he continues to look up. you look at him, lips parted and trying to find the perfect words. you can’t find any. you’re too fucked out of your mind to form words. you just knew you felt amazing.
you dismount his face, making him rise up to your level and pull you into his arms, lips pressing to your forehead “i want an answer, princess” he demands as you try your best not to fall asleep.
“mhm.. s’good…” you slur your words as suguru chuckles, left hand kneading your ass cheek. “want me to take care of that?” you ask as you stare his hard-on down. he shakes his head.
“no, baby. i’ll help you clean up and get some rest. that’s way more important” and with a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, he picks you up, taking you into the bathroom as he lets the bathtub fill up.
you sit in the warm water, a hazy smile on your face as you feel your body fully relax “well… it worked” you grin, placing your chin on the side of the tub as suguru kneels, forehead touching yours.
“yeah?” he smiles, eyes staring deep into your own and seeping with adoration. his pupils seemed to resemble hearts for a moment.
you nod as he stands up, taking the shower gel into his hand, ready to tend to you. his actions are halted as you untie his sweatpants, looking up at him innocently “wait.. you don’t have to–“
“i know. want to. then we can take..” you said as you lowered yourself, pressing a kiss to his lower abdomen “a long…” you press another, even lower, as you drag his pants down “needed…” you stop your kissing right above his cock, on the base of his happy trail “nap…”
suguru’s breath gets caught in his throat, hand instinctively going to the back of your head “fine.. be quick, want you to get some rest” and with an approving smile, you get to work.
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Yes, because I got bullied by both of the games I played so... I'm here to rambling some stuff that has been stuck inside my head since forever.
How about... Reader with cute aggression, especially for those small, fluffy creatures, like... cats! (Ơ w Ơ).
You can't help squeezing, kissing, and biting (lightly) those cuties. Yes, you have Grim, but he won't let you pet him since you're too much, his words.
And TWST boys that by some accident, maybe from alchemy class or their clumsiness. They, unfortunately, have turned into those mischievous creatures.
You don't know that. You just walking around, minding your own business or headmage supposed to be business. Then, you saw it, a cat with the fluffiest fur and cutest eyes you've ever seen run by. And you know, you've fallen in love :)))
TWST boys, now in cat body don't know that they're in danger, roaming around freely with the hope that someone they know will realize and help them.
Oh, is that our calm and kind prefect? Surely, they can help our poor boy, right? No! They're deadly WRONG!!!
The next thing our boy knows after approaching prefect is that he's trapped in your embrace, being kissed, squeezed, and petted while you compliment him on how smooth and healthy his fur looks.
Damn it, prefect! He is not an actual cat, can’t you see it?! The answer is… No, you can’t. You’re busy admiring his cuteness.
He is struggling, embarrassed by your doing. Some of them might feel ashamed since it feels like he is taking advantage of you… or the other way around, some just aren’t used to being pampered. But, the worst thing is… prefect, please don’t rub your face on his stomach! Mmraooo!!! :’)))))
After a while, you finally stop, he sighs out of relief, … but why do you look at him like that? D..do you finally realize that he is not a cat?
You stared at the poor creature in your hand, thinking. And, this made him concerned, what are you planning to do?
Before he can do anything, you chomp on his face, more specifically, his muzzle … Yes, you do it without your teeth. But... YOU BITE HIM!!! ON HIS FACE!!! C...CAN THIS COUNT AS A KISS?!
He is panicked and stunned while you're in heaven. This might be the sweetest cat you've ever seen, he doesn't even bite or scratch you when you do all this to him.
Suddenly, pink smoke emitted from the cat, and with a "pop" sound, it turned into a human. Not to mention, you know him. Is it a good or bad thing? You don't know, the only thing you know is... you're DOOM!
You should know that this is a magical world, so you can't just hug any stray cat on the street, it can be anyone, not to say this is your crush. But you got tricked! By those sparkling eyes! And those fluffy ears! And now you can die from embarrassment.
Now, you're the one who panics while he just stands there, not knowing what to do or to say. The cure for this potion, it's a true love kiss. (Another version of the "The Princess and the Frog" potion but instead of a kiss from the princess, it's a true love kiss, why not? :))))
You two end up looking at each other for a whole minute before he decides to speak up but are cut off by you. "Please, just forget everything, this is so messed up of me, I promise I will try to make it up to you somehow, but please just erase that shameful thing I have done from your mind!" (QAQ)
Then you ran off, left him there with bewildered expression.
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That's longer than I expected :'D
But, yeah, this has been stuck inside my head for too long, finally it can appear under the sunlight...
You know, I want to make a request for that idea. I've followed so many good TWST writers. But, well I'm shy and don't really sure how to, so I just keep it in.
The idea for this post is... I have a cat, she's been suffering from my cute aggression. Ehe, poor her, but she never bites me when I'm chomping on her muzzle. So sweet of her.
But yeah, I can't stop laughing when I think about TWST boy turning into a cat and being chomped on. That must be terrifying for him, but they still tried their best to not scratch you, their dear prefect. Except: Riddle, it's just his reflection, and he feels regret right after. And maybe Leona? Or, he just shows his claw to threaten you but doesn't actually do it.
Nom nom :3
MY ANGEL!!!
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Finishing What We Started
Summary: One dress has Y/N leaving later than she had originally planned.
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Requested: Yes-ish
Song Inspo: Leaving Me Feeling Confident - The Driver Era
Warnings: 18+, minors dni, nsfw, smut, pre-established relationship, dom!christian (with like the tiniest hint of soft!christian), sub!reader, praise, uses of the she/her pronouns, possessive!christian, mentions of ownership, body appreciation, the reader does get called a whore and a slut, slapping, teasing, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, handjob, mentions of cum,...think that's it
Notes: happy new year whores! this was an idea that the gc discussed like ages and ages ago that i had stashed away, it was that long ago that christian was still at chelsea when we were discussing it 🫣 anyway....did we like it? do we want another part? feedback is really appreciated
A giggle slips past Y/N's lips as Christian wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back from the mirror and disrupting Y/N as she adds the final touches to her makeup. "Don't you look gorgeous," he compliments, kissing the parts of her shoulders exposed by the straps of her dress. It was old, something he had seen her wear multiple times before, but to him, she looked more beautiful each time she wore it. A goddess wrapped in gold. "And you smell heavenly, too," he chuckles, breathing in the mixed scent of her favourite perfume and the peaches in her shampoo, "you know, I'd smell even better if you let me use your shampoo too."
"Over my dead body, babe," she's quick to reply, trying to decide between two different lipstick shades. She settles on the darker shade, deciding not to go with her usual shade of choice, and applies it to her lips. "We'd have a threesome long before I'd ever let you touch my hair products," she jokingly tells him, holding back a giggle as he lifts his head a little higher, his eyebrows perked as he looks back at her in the reflection of the mirror, "oh, yeah, I'm curious to know what Weston is packing."
His arms loosen from around her waist, dropping both to his sides, and he takes a sudden step back. "Wes?" Y/N nodded her head, remaining as serious as she could. Their eyes catch in the mirror and he searches hers for any sign that she was joking. "You're fucking with me," he scoffs, quickly dismissing her when he spots the corners of her lips twitching, "I know it!"
"Of course, I am.” She slips her lipstick into her purse before spinning around to face him. His arms wrap back around her waist, an instant reaction to her wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'd never want to be shared with anyone."
"Good."
His head tilts slightly to the side, the corners of his mouth turning upwards into a partial smile. The look in his eyes, a hunger and desire made to burn the receiver, has her squeezing her thighs together.
"Are you sure you have to go tonight?" He asks, his breath fanning over lips that were begging to be kissed.
"I've already cancelled plans once this week," Y/N replies, raking her painted nails softly against the nape of his neck, "I don't want my new colleagues to start thinking I don't like them just because I happen to have a boyfriend whose hands seem to have a mind of their own."
"Oh?" He grins, walking his fingers down the small of her back. Each step left her body tingling, the sensation strongest at her core. "You mean these hands, right?" A sharp gasp pushes past her lips, reacting quickly to the way his hands squeeze her bum. He only chuckles when she gives his chest a soft push. "Who would you have more fun with tonight? With some girls in some cocktail bar? Or with me, in our bed, where I can worship this beautiful and always sexy body?" His hands began to roam over other parts of her body, caressing her hips, trailing his fingers up her sides, trying to touch as much of her body as he could. "I bet your answer is with me," he hooks his fingers under her chin, keeping their eyes connected, "Correct?"
"Nope." She shakes her head, holding back a giggle as he rolls his eyes. "But…" His eyebrows perk up once more like a dog excited and ready to obey whatever it was she had to say next. Her hands unwind from around his neck and slide down his chest, his eyes breaking away from hers to follow their path. "...you could always give me a teaser of what I might get later tonight."
He smirks. "How long until you have to leave?"
"I should've left five minutes ago."
"Then I better get to work," he licks his lips, bringing his hands to her sides, already pulling her dress up her thighs, "hike that dress up, baby, let me see what's mine."
The gold satin of her dress slips easily up her body, bunching around her waist, and reveals the tiniest piece of lace Christian had ever laid his eyes on. It covered what it needed to and yet still managed to leave nothing to the imagination. Her giggle snaps his eyes back up to her level.
"What is this?" He asks, hooking his finger under the thin band. He pulls it back, snapping it against her skin. "You were going to go out in this?"
"I thought about going out in nothing at all," she answers, his cock twitching at the thought of her bare pussy hidden underneath all this gold, waiting to be discovered, "but then I remember you wouldn't be there to fuck me in the toilets when the two of us are too tipsy to care, and decided there's no fun in that."
"Do the people you work with know how naughty you are?" Christian sinks to his knees, pulling the piece of lace off her hips and down her thighs, scooping it up into his hand and stuffing it into his pocket. "Do they know you cover your pussy with tiny bits of lace and beg to be fucked in nightclub toilets?" He kisses her left thigh and then the right, running his hands over the backs of her knees. She balances on one foot as he lifts her leg over his shoulder. "Do they know behind all those sweet smiles and little laughs that you're just a whore?"
"Well, I prefer the term slut," Y/N replies, carving a path through his short curls, "but being called a whore is perfectly acceptable too."
"I'm sorry," he chuckles, pausing to suck on the inside of her thigh. She jolts, tugging on his hair, whimpering as his tongue licks over the spot. "Do they know that you're just a slut?" He asks again, correcting himself.
"No, they don't, but they might if you keep trying to leave hickies in places that are hard to hide."
"Just making sure that cocky prick, who works on the front desk, knows you already belong to someone," he pleads his case, words becoming muffled noise as he licks his tongue over her cunt. Her body shudders in his hands as he blows warm air against her clit, soft mewls escaping her lips as he flicks his tongue back and forth over it. "Taste so fucking good!"
She holds the crown of his head in a firm grip, keeping him tucked between her thighs. "Feels so fucking good!" She mirrors his enthusiasm, rolling her head back and moaning.
"And to think you wanted to go out tonight-"
"-I'm still going out tonight," she corrects him, tugging on his hair, making him look up at her.
"You say that now," he fires back, licking the taste of her off his lips, "but once I have you coming in my mouth, there's no way you'll want to leave." He sucks her clit harshly into his mouth, making her whine and pull on his hair. He releases it with a sharp pop. "You'll be cancelling your plans faster than it takes for me to get the rest of that dress off."
Back on two feet, she makes her way over to their bed but softly yelps as Christian leaps to his feet and takes her by the waist. He presses a moan out of her pressing his cock, hard and strained against the front of his jeans, into her ass. "Feel that, baby?" He holds her hips still and grinds against her, panting hot breath past the side of her face. "Really gonna let me eat your pussy and then just leave me like this?"
"God gave you two hands, right?" Her smart mouth replies. "Just use your left," she taps his left hand, "maybe then it might feel like someone else is doing it."
"Don't need it to feel like someone else is doing it." His hand finds the small zipper and yanks it down. She laughs, fresh arousal trickling through her body and down to her cunt as he pushes the dainty straps off her shoulders, pulling the rest of the dress with them. "I need it to feel like it's my girl stroking my cock."
She looks down at the dress, a halo of gold silk at her feet. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm giving us both a head start," he says, mouth pressed to the back of her ear, "now get on that fuckin’ bed."
"On my back or my stomach?"
"Should that even be a question?" He gives her ass a slap for her blatant stupidity. The sting lingers as she crawls onto the bed, feeling his eyes watching her with hunger inside as she gets into position. "Perfection," he hums, kneeling behind her, running his fingers down the path of her spine and over the curve of her ass. He gives it another slap, his cock pulsating at the whine that leaves her. "You're staying in this bed tonight, princess," he tells her, grabbing at the back of his top and pulling it off.
"Then you better-" The words stop coming, her voice silenced by a single finger pushing slowly inside. She whimpers, grabbing at the covers, laying her face down against the mattress as he pumps his finger in and out of her, gradually stretching her tight walls. He withdraws his finger and circles it around her hole, teasing her until she whines for him to stop. "Christian!" She begs his free hand snaps to her hip, holding her in place as she tries to push back onto his finger. "I'm already late, so stop teasing me."
Goosebumps rise on her skin as he covers her back with gentle kisses, starting from the middle of her spine and working up to her shoulders. "Did your ears suddenly stop working?" He asks, propping himself up, his large hand splayed out beside her head. He listens for her whimpers, sliding two fingers inside her cunt and then back out. "Me and you are staying in this bed tonight," he repeats, pushing his fingers back inside, "you can go out with your new friends when I'm not here."
"What are you going to do?" She turns her head, meeting his lust-filled eyes with raised eyebrows and the trace of a grin. "Tie me to the bed?"
"Don't give me any ideas, princess," he replies, flicking his eyes to her lips, "we still have some ribbon leftover from Christmas."
A chaste kiss is placed on the corner of her mouth before he rears back on his knees, his focus shifting to the fingers withdrawing from her. His cock twitches and a soft groan slips past his lips, watching his fingers become coated in her arousal the more he pumps them inside her.
"One day, baby."
Christian pictures her laid on her stomach, her wrists and ankles bound together, wrapped in scarlet red ribbon, finished with a bow. The perfect present. A new toy for him to play with.
"One day," he repeats, withdrawing his fingers, and slapping her right cheek when she whines about the emptiness. He sucks them clean, groaning as her taste bursts on his tongue.
"Taste good?" Y/N asks, wiggling her hips, enticing him to taste some more.
He chuckles, unfastening his jeans and pulling his boxers down with them. His cock springs free, the tip engorged and a deep shade of red, leaking a lot of pre-cum, and he tips his head back, a moan trickling up his throat, as he wraps his hand around the head. With two slow strokes, he jerks his hand, squeezing the crown on the upstroke.
"C'mon," he grunts, digging his knees further into the bed to ground himself, "I think it's time you paid me some attention."
Y/N crawls onto her knees in front of him. "This morning wasn't enough for you?" She teases, poking her nails into his chest and scratching them down his skin. Four red lines directing towards his stomach gradually appear, the soft tingle of pain shooting straight to his cock.
He hooks his fingers under her chin, directing her eyes up at him. Christian wasn't the biggest of men but there was still enough of him to make her feel a little bit intimidated. "If I could, princess, I would have my cock stuffed between those sweet lips all the time," he says, running the calloused tip of his thumb over her lips, purposely smearing her lipstick. She grins, nipping gently at the digit. "But you would like that, wouldn't you?" His words aimed to degrade her, but it just leaves her squeezing her thighs tighter together. "You've always been so hungry for this cock; always desperate to get your smart mouth around it."
"I can't help it," she purrs, wrapping her hand around his wrist, pushing his thumb into her mouth. She bobs her head, sucking his thumb deeper until there's nothing left. His thumb pulls out with a sharp pop. "It's just so tasty."
A soft grunt catches in his throat as she wraps her hand around the centre of his shaft, holding it still as she licks her tongue over the tip. It's salty taste has her eyes rolling, a torturous moan rattling deep in her throat as she draws it into her mouth and sucks gently. He pushes on the back of her head, urging her to take more, and she obliges, swallowing him deeper, and pumping what she cannot fit with her hand.
"You're mine forever, okay?" His breathing grows more and more laboured as she switches her pace between slow and teasing and fast and hungry. "I'm the only one who gets to see you like this," he croaks, rutting his hips to meet each of her movements, "this is my mouth to fuck, no one else's."
"No one can compete with you," Y/N reassures him, licking her lips, breaking a string of spit.
He smirks. "I know."
"Not even Rocco-"
"Who?"
"The cocky prick, who works on the front desk," she giggles, not even surprised that Christian had forgotten his name as quickly as it took him to dislike him.
He shrugs. "Cocky prick suits him better."
Her hand takes over stroking him to release, ascending kisses up his chest as she sits up. Her thighs clamp tighter, a new wave of arousal flooding her core, listening to his groans growing more and more desperate.
"Y/N!" Her name slips off his lips like it was a prayer of sorts. Sacred to him and only him.
"That's it," Y/N nods, feeling him twitch in her hand, squeezing and pumping him faster, "watch me as I make you come."
She watches, mesmerised like always, unable to tear her eyes away from the swirls of gold in his dark eyes, even as his cum wets her fingers. She loved seeing him like this. Limp and spent, struggling to catch his breath, hiding the blush that always crept up his neck and made a home on his cheeks, seeking comfort in the crook of her neck.
"Don't," he mumbles, moulding his arm around her waist, trying to keep her close as she attempts to leave the bed. He kisses up her neck and over her jaw. "I haven't finished with you yet."
"It's gonna have to wait." She strokes her clean hand over his jaw, the stubble pricking her palm. He tilts his head, his head still foggy. She leans in and kisses his lips, catching the faint chuckle that trickles up his throat. "I'll message you when I get there," she says, grabbing some tissues from off the box on the dresser, cleaning up most of his cum.
Too tired to convince her to stay, and too aware he was just being selfish by keeping her away from her new colleagues once again, Christian collapses onto the bed.
"Finish this later?" He asks, watching her pick up her dress and disappear into the ensuite. Several minutes later, she returns with a cleaner hand, fixed hair and makeup and her body covered once more by the dress that had made her late. "That thing you called a thong is in my pocket," he mumbles, pointing to the end of the bed.
She walks back to the bed and kisses him goodbye. "Think I'll go without it," she winks, giggling as he lets out a torturous groan.
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Request for johnnie with fem reader
Maybe like a virgin johnnie and reader is his first relationship and he's super nervous to have sex and he avoids the topic whenever you bring it up and you don't know why but then he finally tells you that he's a virgin and you teach him everything and he's a sub
ofc!
I think he mighta lied
tags/ warnings: virgin johnnie, shopping for sex toys, sex education, p in v, trip to spencers, use of a vibrator, just overall smut 😭
minors do not interact
pairing: johnnie x fem
Johnnie had always been a nervous wreck around you. He'd stutter and stammer, fidget with his hands, and sometimes even turn beet red when he looked at you. You couldn't help but wonder what it was about you that made him so uncomfortable. One night, as you were cuddling on the couch, you decided to bring it up. "Johnnie, sweetheart… is something bothering you? You seem… I don't know, a little off tonight."
He hesitated for a moment, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard. "I-it's just… I… I've never really been with anyone before," he blurted out, the words tumbling out of him in a rush. "I mean… not like this."
Your eyes widened in surprise. "You're a virgin?" You whispered, not quite believing your ears. He nodded mutely, his face burning up even more. "Oh, Johnnie… I had no idea," you said, your voice filled with sympathy and understanding. You reached out to stroke his cheek, feeling a rush of protectiveness and tenderness wash over you.
"It's okay, love," you assured him. "We can take it slow, and I'll make sure you feel comfortable and loved every step of the way." He looked up at you, hope and uncertainty warring in his eyes. "You know I'll always take care of you, right?" you said, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. He nodded slowly, his expression softening as he leaned into your touch.
Over the next few days, you found yourself becoming more and more curious about his sexuality. You wanted to explore it with him, to help him discover what felt good and how he could best express himself. You considered asking about his fantasies or if he'd ever used any sex toys, but you didn't want to push him too far too quickly. You wanted him to feel safe and secure in your arms first.
One evening, as you were making dinner together, you casually mentioned a sex toy you'd seen in a shop. "Oh, that sounds interesting," he said, looking thoughtful. "I've always been curious about those." You exchanged a sly smile and decided to take the plunge. "Well, why don't we go check it out together?" You asked, leading him by the hand toward the shop.
Inside, you browsed through the selection of sex toys together, your hands occasionally brushing against each other as you examined different items. "This one looks pretty cool," you said, picking up a sleek, black vibrator. "It's waterproof, so we could even use it in the shower." Johnnie blushed deep red but didn't pull his hand away. "Y-yes," he stammered. "That sounds… nice." He seemed to be growing more comfortable with the topic as you continued to discuss it, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of pride and affection for him.
Eventually, you decided to purchase the vibrator and a few other items. As you checked out, Johnnie's face flushed even deeper, but he didn't complain when you suggested that you could test out the toys together that night. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of being so intimate with him, of helping him explore his sexuality and find pleasure.
Once you were back at home, you led Johnnie to the bedroom, your movements slow and deliberate. You undressed him carefully, revealing his soft, smooth skin, and then helped him remove your own clothes. He lay down on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his breathing labored. You knelt beside him, running your fingers lightly down his chest and abdomen before reaching between his legs.
As you guided his hand to the vibrator, he looked at you with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. You smiled reassuringly and showed him how to turn it on. The low hum filled the room, and you could see the anticipation building in his eyes. "Take your time," you whispered, "and just focus on how it feels." He nodded, hesitantly pressing the vibrator against his erection. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt the sensation, and then he let out a shaky breath.
You watched him as he explored the sensation, his hips beginning to move in time with the vibration. His hands trembled slightly, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, it only added to the endearingly human quality of the scene. You reached out to stroke his cheek, feeling a surge of love and protectiveness well up inside you. "It's okay, sweetheart," you murmured. "You're doing great." He turned his head into your touch, his eyes still fixed on the vibrator in his hand. "It feels… really good," he whispered.
You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, enjoying the sensation and finally beginning to feel comfortable in his own skin. You moved to kneel between his spread legs, taking the vibrator from his hand and guiding it expertly against his flesh. He arched his back, letting out a moan as the vibrations intensified. You watched him closely, admiring the way he moved, the way his body responded to pleasure.
As his breathing grew ragged and his hips began to thrust into your touch, you reached out to explore his body further. You ran your fingers lightly over his chest and stomach, teasing him with the promise of more sensation. He gasped and squirmed beneath you, his erection throbbing in time with his heartbeat. You couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and arousal at the power you had over him, at the trust he'd placed in you to help him discover this new side of himself.
With a soft moan, you pressed your body against his, guiding him into you. The sensation of being filled, of feeling so connected, was overwhelming in the best possible way. You wrapped your legs around his hips, urging him to move deeper, faster. He met your rhythm with eager strokes, his grip on your shoulders tightening as he lost himself in the pleasure.
The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, and the smell of sweat and arousal hung heavy in the air. You looked down at Johnnie's flushed face, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. You could feel the tension building inside him, the impending release of all that built-up desire and anticipation. You knew that it wouldn't be long now.
You slowed your movements, drawing out the pleasure for as long as you could, savoring the feel of him inside you and the way he moved against you. His breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking harder with each thrust. You could feel the muscles in his back tensing, preparing for the release that was rapidly approaching.
As he reached his peak, you felt his hot seed spill inside you, filling you up and connecting you in a way that seemed to reach beyond the physical. His body went rigid for a moment, then relaxed, collapsing onto the bed. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm pulse through your own body.
You rested your chin on his shoulder, breathing heavily, and looked down at him. His cheeks were flushed, his lips slightly parted, and his eyes were glassy with pleasure. "That was…," he began, and then trailed off, unable to find the words to adequately describe what he'd just experienced. You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the sight of him so thoroughly satisfied.
As your heart rate began to slow, you moved to lie beside him, propping your head up on one hand. He reached out to caress your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with his fingers. "thank you," he whispered, his voice still husky with desire.
might start writing for colby brock/ sam golbach soon 😏
#johnnie guilbert x reader#johnnie guilbert smut#johnnie guilbert#smut#goth#emo#fanfiction#scenecore#emo boy
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