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a-d-nox · 1 year

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web of wyrd: the left most number, your mask / public energy

wyrd (pronounced weird) is a germanic word that is associated with fate - so this is is not just "wyrd" - it's also uncannily your fate or destiny. this seems to be the new thing, so i too want to step in because the numbers are associated to the major arcana of tarot and i do read tarot sooooo - if the shoe fits wear it!

we are going to go number by number together - we are going to learn together!

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today i want to address the left most number.

this is my wyrd web. so it is based on my birthdate (27.10.2000 - october 27th, 2000).

the number we are focusing on today is based on the DAY you were born.

if you were born july 4th - it would be 4. if you were born april 22nd - it was be 22. but any date after the 22nd (i.e. 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, etc) needs to be summed together (my birthday for example: 27 -> 2 + 7 = 9 (the number in my left most bubble))!

but what does this number mean?

this number represents how others see you. not necessarily how you see you, but how the public perceives you. this is your face (or mask - aka persona) that you intentionally or unintentionally present to the world! there at evolved (higher vibrations of the major arcana card or the upright) and un-evolved (lower vibrations of the major arcana card or the reversal) numbers.

so let's talk about some examples:

9 - the hermit

rider waite smith illustrated the hermit (the card that symbolizes virgo) as a wise, old man dressed in gray. he holds his walking stick (possibly alluding to the suit of wands (the symbol of fire / fire signs, passion, creativity, ambition, and action)) to his head (if it is the suit of wands than this indicates an individual with a creative, passionate mind who has used their ambition to discover more about themselves). he holds a lit lantern towards the left side of the card (the past) and faces that direction as well (indicating that knows himself well as the lantern is shining a light on his past).

evolved 9s explore / learn from their inner realm and work through their past instead of dwelling in it. these people appear as wise and self-knowing. they set boundaries with those around them in a mindful manner. they know when to take a break and recharge in a social setting as most tend to be introverts. they do a lot of soul searching as to what they are and are not comfortable with and express these things to those around them - they do the inner work or "shadow work" necessary to living a full and happy life.

un-evolved 9s may not recognize the difference between alone and lonely or even solitude and alone. they often fear being alone (they may not wish to learn who they are as an individual) and don't know how to take a moment when they need it. they snap or become to critical of those around them in these circumstances - ironically they are critical of everyone around them but haven't taken the time to critically examine themselves. they may conversely isolate from those around them despite longing for support and connections with others. they may fear getting to know who they themselves are.

20 - judgement

rider waite smith illustrated judgement (the card associated with pluto) as an angel facing the viewer (this is a confrontational, present-oriented card) from a clouded sky blowing (air motif) a trumpet as people emerge from their caskets to face the angel (their backs face the viewer meaning to show vulnerability). these nude people (natural and comfortably exposed) are freeing themselves from a previously uncomfortable, cramped situation in order to see and hear the heralding angel. these people are reaching arms open wide ready to receive the angel - this is a card associated with a spiritual awakening.

evolved 20s no longer judge themselves too severely; they are comfortable with their bodies and accepting of their previous actions, choices, and experiences. they too are ready to leave the previous confines of their past (as the nude people do in the card imagery). they welcome new experiences and the future with excitement and glee. they are on a high frequency as they recognize their higher calling. they receive frequent communication and confirm from the universe / their spirit team. they let go of the past to embrace the future.

un-evolved 20s experience the same things over and over again. they struggle to get out of loops/patterns as they struggle to learn the important lessons that life wishes them to. they judge themselves harshly and are extremely critical of the work they do. they cling to what they know though they feel trapped/oppressed in their present circumstances. they don't notice the signs they are receiving from the world around them. they fear change and growth.

22 - the fool

there is no 0 card in the wyrd web as there is in tarot, so the fool takes on the 22nd number manifestation in the web even though it is the 1st card of the major arcana. rider waite smith illustrated the fool (the card associated with uranus) as a young man wearing a boldly patterned outfit. the young man parallels the hermit as the mountain range featured in the hermit card appears in the background of the fool card and the fool carries a stick (read the description of the walking stick in the "9 - the hermit" section above). on his stick is a small bundle likely filled with his essentials to life so he is prepared to start a journey... right off the edge of the cliff. also present in the card is the sun (enthusiasm and clarity) on the right (the future), a white rose (innocence and free) held off to the right along with his bundle, and a small white dog (the dog is prancing meaning to signal him of the cliff edge thus is a symbol of intuition) at his feet. the fool faces the left thus he has to first explore what is in his past (hermit energy), before leaping into his future, where all the fortunate elements lie (the bundle (worldly possessions), the flower (innocence and freedom), the dog (intuition), and the sun (positivity and clarity).

evolved 22s are always ready to explore the world around them - be it via their physical, spiritual, mental, and/or emotional realm. they trust they are on the right path and trust in the universe to not steer them wrong as they explore. they enjoy taking risks and taking big leaps - they do not fear "obstacles" or "setbacks". these are mere lessons to learn and experiences to gain. they are in tune with their guides and listen to those with messages as they consciously make their own path and explore it mindfully.

un-evolved 22s haphazardly take risks or are too afraid to take any - without risk they gain no reward, they feel stagnant in their journey. they fear change and hesitate when step even toeing the line out of their comfort zone. they make plans but never execute them. obstacles are treated as life inconveniences. they are often too afraid to experience life or explore the world around them - they often stick to what they know and remained tied to their past.

that's all for today! the next number we will be looking at is that top most number, your higher self.

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soggyriceee · 5 months

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ahhhhhh, your writing is too good <3

literally about to turn into a regular, but konig.. konig taking time off training to teach you german..

kinda like "what does [insert german word] mean?" with a *remote* in his hands.

are we seeing the vision???? love ya

Private Lessons

summary: request

warnings: female!reader, vibrators, strong language, praise, humiliation a bit. aka your crying and he doesn't care, orgasm denial. got a bit carried away at the end

side note. I cannot speak German so plzzz don't judge me if translations or spelling are not 101% right

Konig watched you at your desk as you struggled, tears dropping from your chin as your legs shook ever so slightly. in his one hand he held his throbbing member, pumping his hips up into his wet hand. in the other, a small black remote. he could crush the remote if he really tried simply by how huge his hands was. but thats besides the point.

"try again, engel." he spoke low, his eyes trailing from your face down to your crossed legs. he let out a breathy groan at the sight, bucking his hips up.

you wiped your eyes, your hands gripping the book tight enough you could rip it down the seam. "what does Alles Gute zum Geburtstag mean?" he asked for the second time now.

you couldn't see through the tears of pain but also pleasure, your breath hitching. "h-happy.. birthday." you whimpered out, feeling the buzzing between your legs dim down. Konig chuckled from behind you, the noise of his hand stroking his tip making up the rest of the silence. "good girl. see? no need to cry." he said slyly, a smirk spreading across his lips.

you two had been at this for an hour now. you sitting at the small desktop in your room, vibrator glued to your now sloppy cunt as Konig controlled it, raising the vibrations and denying your orgasm if you got a work wrong. but if you got the translation right, he'd give you a break, lowering the vibration. but that was it. you haven't cum once. and it hurt so bad.

"p-please." you'd whimper out quietly, barely loud enough for him to hear. "what was that?" he would ask in return, pretending he couldn't speak English. "Bitte." you'd say, this time a bit louder.

you could barely take it anymore. you were getting dizzy, your legs feeling like jelly. tears soaked the book at this point, your lips wet and parted as you begun to breath manually at this point. "please what?" he asked, pretending to be oblivious to the desperation you were feeling.

you could just cum. soak your panties and the white seat beneath you, pretend like you couldn't hold it back any longer. and while that excuse could work, it doesn't mean he'd be any less mean with you. you wouldn't cum for days if you made that choice to be selfish and cum now. you knew it and he knew that you knew it. he wasn't stopping you, but he also wasn't encouraging you to do it.

"I c..can't hold it." you said, trying to distract yourself from the gentle vibration still abusing your throbbing clit. you were begging him to show mercy, let you cum at least once. and you wouldn't dare to look at him. his large cock thrusting up into his hand. the sounds alone coming from him were enough to push you over the edge.

Konig was silent for a bit, the only sound in the room was the low vibrating sound and his slow pumps from his hand. sweat dripped from your forehead as your eyes squeezed shut, feeling your orgasm creep back up. you whimpered out painfully, your body hunching over the desk now as you tried to think of ways to distract yourself from coming all over yourself.

"tell me engel," he began, "how do you ask me to come?" his hand began to pick up speed, the sight of your limp, almost lifeless body tipping him closer to his orgasm.

you couldn't even think at this point, your mind foggy with the need to come. but, you pushed yourself to sit up, grabbing your notebook and looking at the tear soaked pages.

Konig had been teaching you German for months now. he got you your own personal notebook for words and phrases. and what once started off as sweet and genuine lessons, quickly turned into a game for you both. mainly Konig, but you got your own pleasure from it too.

he'd speak German to you while he fucked you, forcing you to tell him all the things you needed in German otherwise, he'd keep doing whatever he was doing. it forced you in a way to remember more of the sexual words and phrases rather than the ones that made a real normal conversation.

"bitte.." you started, your voice soft and hoarse. slowly, he increased the vibrations, causing you to cry out painfully. "keep going." he commanded, watching your body react. your body began to falter, arms barely strong enough to hold you up. your legs shook violently as a soft ringing began to fill your ears. he had finally pushed you to the edge.

"bitte.. lass mich kommen." you forced out, your arm wrapping around your stomach to try and stop the pain. Konigs hand pumped faster, his finger pressing on the remote to increase the speed. "come from me engel." he panted, watching your body shake violently as a result of the vibrator.

your toes curled almost painfully hard as your vision went in and out. you were coming but, your body was almost to weak to even fully enjoy it. but Konig loved it. he whimpered out as he watched your body tremble, your knees press together as your orgasm took over you, completely ruining your panties and the seat. and the sound of your sobs only added onto how good his orgasm felt. "o-oh engel~" he'd moan out, head tossed back as ropes of his cum shot out, covering his stomach and hand.

you on the other hand, now halfway out your seat, sat in the puddle of your own mess, body barely strong enough to hold you up. the vibrator was still going, overstiming your already aching sore clit. you felt like your body genuinely couldn't take it anymore.

you dragged yourself out of the chair, attempting to crawl to Konig and shut off the vibrator. but as soon as your body hit the ground, your vision had gone out and you'd officially passed out. this had happened before. at first Konig was scared of it, worried he'd gone too far. but when you'd woken up a few minuets later, you both discovered how much you both equally enjoyed seeing you so worn out.

so, Konig didn't rush to get you. in fact, when he did get over to you, shutting the vibrator off and pulling your panties to the side to see just how much of a mess you made for him, he couldnt help but press himself into you, feeling all your come coating his cock. "such a messy slut.." he mumbled to himself, pulling out of your cunt to watch strings of your slick connect him to you.

and, lessons were always like this. sometimes Konig would have his cock in you, fucking up into you as you tried to speak for him. other times were like this, a vibrator to your clit, you pass out from edging for so long and he'll use you. it was beneficial for you both.

so when he came in your room the next week, instead of being at training, vibrator in hand, you already knew the next hour or two were going to be painfully good.

#cod #call of duty fan fiction #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #konig #konig fanfiction #konig smut #konig x reader

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kill4luvina · 5 months

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“Christmas Nights”

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Plug!Armin x Black!Reader

CW - SMUT, Unprotected sex, Not proof read. (Prob more but Im not sure)

Summary - Armin had a problem with work and thought he wouldn't be able to come and celebrate Christmas with you, but your boyfriend made it work just for you <3 how? it doesn't matter just know he made it work.

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“Sing it to the moon, set it free You're the angel on the top of my tree Sing it to the spirit above Sing your heart out with all of your love”

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You'd laugh as you witnessed the funniest scene of your boyfriend struggling to balance his phone and some bags. "Gimme a second mamas, let me just get this stuff in the car." He'd say chuckling as he slipped you into his pocket, making you softly smile. You were so madly in love with boy it wasn't even funny.

"Armin, are you sure you wont be able to make it today?" You'd ask, you whole mood completely changing as soon as you remembered. It was the 25th of December, aka Christmas and he wouldn't be able to spend it with you due to some type of work. It made you upset but there was nothing you could do about it.

"I can't, I'm sorry mamas.. You know if I could be there I would..." He'd say as he propped his phone up in the car. Eye's softening as soon as he noticed your eyes started tearing up. "Don't cry, I promise I'll make it up to you.." he'd say, slightly panicking at the sight of you. "Alright.." Your voice would crack as tears started to flow down your brown cheeks.

"My heart.. don't cry please.." He'd say trying his best to make you feel better but just failing even more because you started crying more. "I'll talk to you later..." You'd say in complete tears hanging up on him before he could reply. You'd shut you phone off completely as you snuggled into your bed and started crying even more until you fell asleep.

You'd wake up too the door bell being spammed mad times, slightly annoyed you'd check the time. "11:43.. who the fuck.." You'd ask confused, as you grabbed your taser making your way down the stairs. You'd peak out the door, your taster dropping out of your hand in complete shock. You'd open your door only to be met face to face with bright blue eyes.

Your boyfriend was at your door step, at 11 pm with a load tun of gift. He had the prettiest smile on his face as his braces made it even cuter. His hair catching the soft snow that was falling, designer bags all around him along along with a big teddy bear and money flower bouquet in his hands. Poor boy was probably freezing as you just stared at him not even knowing what to say.

You'd jump into his arms giving him a deep hug not caring for the presents but rather he showed up. After being outside you door, in barely nothin for the span of 5 seconds you quickly jumped back inside telling him to come in as you helped bring everything the brought inside.

You'd shower him in kisses, saying thank you before every kiss as he just smiled loving the attention he was getting. "I love you so muchhh!" You'd exclaim as you cuddled into him from above, his hands resting on your ass as he gave you a kiss. "I love you more.." he'd say before giving you another kiss.

You'd slowly bring your body up, and idea coming to mind as your hands wandered his body. "Can I show you how much I love you?" You'd ask, as he nodded in response watching you turn your body around. Now in reverse cowgirl, you'd move your bottom half back your ass now in his face as you worked on getting his pants off.

Before you knew it, you were riding his face as you sucked his dick. Pleasure drowning the both of you as moans vibrated through the two of you. You'd quickly pull away as soon as you felt he was getting close, pulling yourself up as you turned back around. Now facing him, you'd bring yourself up before slowly lowering back down.

Slowly splitting yourself open on him, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tightly held onto his black T-shirt. "So tight-" he'd groan as he head fell back in pleasure. Soon, you were bouncing on his dick almost drooling from how good it was. You loved this man so much you swore if he let you tonight you'd let him give you a child.

Armin loved you too, so much to the point where he'd kill for you if he really needed too and tonight showed that, because later you'd find out he really did do that to be here with you that night.

"Armiiinnn!!" You'd moan as soon as you felt him start to fuck up into you, taking control of the situation as he started to guide you. He'd bring his body up before pushing you down to now leave the both of you in missionary as he slowly started fucking you. Giving you deep long strokes as he kissed you, telling you how much he loved you and how he'd do anything for you.

He'd slowly start speed up when he'd hear you start whining, you were too fucked out to even understand what he was saying let along care at that moment. Your boyfriend would fuck you into an orgasm and he came right after you. Pulling out before hand, leaving you a sticky mess as he gave you a soft kiss.

"Merry Christmas My Love.."

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“The wise men followed the star, The way I followed my heart And it led me to a miracle Don't you buy me nothing 'Cause I am feeling one thing, your lips on my lips That's a merry, merry Christmas”

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brucewaynehater101 · 28 days

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I keep seeing you mention Bart as the "Scariest YJ member" and I would love your full analysis of why that is (aka I kind of want to explore writing evil/morally grey YJ but i'm not as familiar with canon stuff)

Thank you in advance and btw always love your stuff <33

I'll warn that I'm not as familiar with Bart's canon, but yes he does scare me. I'm struggling a bit to put it into words, but hopefully this is close.

The other YJ members are obviously powerful. Tim and Bart are the only ones to probably be underestimated by a new villain. Tim's completely human, and Bart keeps up a demeanor of being a bit of an air head.

However, Tim is extremely intelligent and willing to go to lengths that aren't considered morally okay. Every hero and villain knows that, though. He's Batman's protege. Everyone knows the Bats are a paranoid bunch, probably have contingency plans against you, can beat you in a fight, and that Tim is considered a genius. He's a threat, and if you underestimate him, he'll ensure you never do again.

Bart? He's insanely smart and has a photographic memory. He is an overall great guy, but he was raised in a virtual reality of the future. He had accelerated aging until his morphological age of 12, or the chronological age of two. He most likely doesn't have the same ties to social standards of acceptable behaviors and acceptable levels of violence. Before he was zapped into the past, he also was dealing with world ending perils. I'm not sure I'm explaining this right, but Bart is like a hidden danger. He's bubbly and kind personality wise, but he knows how to vibrate your skeleton out of your skin. He might be impulsive and he might talk a lot, but he can and will obliterate you.

He purposefully doesn't threaten people. Kon could stand there glaring to intimidate people. Cassie too. Tim would raise an eyebrow as he dares you to cross him. Bart? He doesn't really try to intimidate. He can, he could list the various ways he could utilize the speedforce to cause you excrutiating pain, but he doesn't. If he did intimidate someone in that way, he would immediately switch back to jabbering on about this or that with a happy demeanor. The others don't have as tight of a claim to a bubbly personality as Bart.

Bart is consistently overlooked and underestimated by the hero community and villains. His demeanor causes people to lower their guards and underestimate him (whether intentional or not). If Bart would go evil, I think he would act the exact same. He would babble on about positive and happy things as he kills people. He wouldn't be much different from how he currently is if he committed atrocities, and that's scary.

Hopefully, that kind of explains why he's so scary. He hides how insanely powerful he is (intentionally or not) and isn't taken as seriously. His team knows better, but everyone else? No.

#bart allen #dc comics #dc universe #young justice #young just us #tim drake #bart allen is scary #scary bart #bamf bart allen #thank you for the ask!!!!

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drowsynyu · 11 months

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🔞 Visiting Diluc At Work! ミ★

cw: afab reader, gendered terms (wife, good girl) alcohol consumption, rough sex, kinda overstim, oral (diluc receives), mouth fucking, hair pulling

a/n: i can’t make any promises that this is a good oneshot i wrote it like three months ago 🧍🏻

masterlist!!

nsfw under the cut!!!

"Come in." Diluc said as he heard a knock on his office's door.

The door opened, and Diluc's gorgeous wife walked in (aka you) Diluc wasn't the type to casually smile, but he couldn't help it when the one he loved most walked in.

"Hello darling.. What do you have there?" He asked as he noticed the tray in your arms.

"I know you don't drink often.. But I got a bottle of wine I wanted to share with you." You said as you set the tray on the desk, two wine glasses next to a bottle of wine.

Diluc held your hand and left a gentle kiss on it. "I'm on the clock. I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

You smiled. "It'll be fine as long as you don't get drunk, right?"

Diluc raised an eyebrow as a slight smile appeared on his face. "I guess a few small glasses won't hurt." He spoke, making you cheer.

You poured a little wine into both glasses before handing Diluc one of them.

Diluc gently pat his lap, signaling for you to sit. You sat on Diluc's lap and you two enjoyed your wine, chatting a little.

After a while, you began leaving gentle kisses on Diluc's jaw. "This is nice.. Don't you agree?" You asked as you set your glass down.

Diluc lifted his jaw a little for you, humming in agreement. "I enjoy spending time with you. I wish I could have you to myself like this more." He spoke softly. "Did I mention that I think you look absolutely beautiful in that outfit?" He muttered as his hands rested on your hips.

You sighed as you kissed tiny, not-so-noticeable marks on Diluc's skin. "I miss you so much.. I know work tires you, but it doesn't feel good sometimes when we don't get a night to ourselves alone."

"I understand.. I'm sorry. Hey.. I believe no one should be coming here any time soon.. Why don't we spend some time making up for all those nights? And then when I come home I can make you feel even better in the comfort of our bed." Diluc suggested.

"I'd like that." You said before Diluc kissed you.

You kissed back, wrapping your arms around Diluc's neck.

"Did you lock my door when you came in?" Diluc asked in the kiss.

"Mhm." You mumbled before slowly unbuttoning Diluc's vest and shirt and removing them.

You broke the kiss before getting under the desk, between Diluc's legs. Diluc watched as you unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them before removing them as well, leaving his underwear on.

You gently stroked Diluc's dick, smirking as you heard his pretty moans.

You lowered Diluc's underwear before gently licking the base of Diluc's cock. You looked up to meet eyes with him and watched him let out little huffs as you teased him with just your tongue.

Just as you took him into your mouth, his fingers ran through your hair before almost roughly pushing his dick inside your mouth, nearly into your throat. You let out a muffled yelp before letting Diluc fuck your mouth. This was new, but You couldn't say you weren't enjoying it.

"You feel so good, darling." Diluc moaned, yelping as every sound you made vibrated around his dick.

You looked up at Diluc as you took his cock in like it was nothing. Your hand snuck down your body and you began to mess with your clit.

Diluc whimpered as he felt your moans vibrating on his cock. "Fuck-I'm go. gonna cum!" He moaned.

You yelped after a moment as Diluc fucked his cum down your throat. Diluc finally let go before he relaxed in his seat, his eyes closed as he was trying to take a moment to gain his energy back.

You backed away and licked your lips, swallowing any of the cum that spilled out.

Diluc opened his eyes as he heard shuffling and saw you undressing. He nearly groaned as he saw you lean on his desk, your ass out and facing him.

Diluc stood up and teased your pussy with his dick. He smirked as he watched you go weak in the knees.

"Put it in already." You whined.

Diluc chuckled. "Alright, alright." He said before gently leading his cock inside you. Diluc listened to your whimpers as he bottomed out.

You moaned out as Diluc began giving you slow thrusts, you moving your hips to get his dick a little deeper.

Diluc grabbed your thighs and groaned as he fucked you a little deeper.

You bit your lip and grabbed onto the desk, feeling Diluc run his fingers through your hair before slightly gripping it, pulling your head back a little. You moaned at the slight pain.

"Diluc.. I can't handle it.. S-So deep..!" You moaned. "Don't stop~.."

Diluc groaned, feeling himself get more turned on by the sound of skin slapping and the sounds your pussy made as he fucked you.

You yelped as you could feel yourself on the verge of an orgasm already. You felt your legs go weak and could only let out pathetic whimpers.

"C-Coming.. I'm~ I'm coming.!" You whimpered.

"Fuck.. Do it~" Diluc moaned, his hips struggling to move as he felt your pussy squeezing his cock the closer you got to coming.

You grasped the table and whimpered as you suddenly came, feeling Diluc help you ride out your orgasm.

"There you go.. Good girl." He muttered. He smirked as he felt you react to his words. "Did you like that?" He asked. He of course knew the answer, but he wanted to feel the satisfaction of hearing you say so.

You nodded. Diluc held onto your hips as he began thrusting his hips again, hearing your moans from the sudden movement.

"A-Ah!.. Wait! I-Ijust c-came..!" You whimpered.

"Do you need to say our safe word?" Diluc asked as he gently rubbed your skin. You shook your head, and Diluc smiled a little. "Please say it if it's too much. I don't want to hurt my lovely wife." He muttered before moving his hips a little faster.

"Mm..! Fuck! Just like that." You moaned out as Diluc only got his thrusts deeper.

"I'm gonna cum." Diluc groaned as his thrusts only got rougher.

You whimpered as Diluc pulled you up by your hair before sloppily kissing you, your minds only focused on fucking each other.

You could feel your legs getting weak as you felt another release start building up, so you held onto Diluc nearly scratching his skin.

Diluc groaned as he broke the kiss. "C-Cum.. I need you-Please- Oh my." He whimpered as he could feel your pussy squeeze on him as you were getting closer to coming.

You could barely keep your eyes open as you moved your hips against Diluc's, only little whimpers leaving your mouth at this point.

"Mm... C-Coming.. I'm gonna cum~.. So close~" You managed to whimper out.

Diluc continued fucking you until you two moaned out as you came. Diluc quickly pulled out and stroked his cock until his cum spilled out onto your back.

bonus~

"I'm leaving early to take Y/n home. She fell asleep while we were hanging out in my office." Diluc said as he had you in his arms.

"Okay, sir. Have a good day." One of the workers said as Diluc headed out.

"I heard them going at it earlier when I passed his office." Another worker sighed.

"Oh my.. I never took Mr. Ragnvindr as a slacker!"

The two chuckled to themselves before continuing their conversation like normal.

#i actually kinda hate this 😟#diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact

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charincharge · 2 months

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I Don't Want To Wait, sixty-seven

rowaelin high school bff au masterlist

AN: WHOOPS, I disappeared for two years. (Legit the last chapter was posted in May 2022!). But I’m back and have written… a lot of the rest of this fic, so we’re just going to post weekly (or even twice weekly!) until we’re finished. And I hope you’re still out there, anyone, to enjoy it. Quick recap for a previously on IDWTW. Aelin and Rowan had sex! It was great. Then they walked in on Rhoe and her dance teacher Petrah having sex, which was NOT great. Aelin never wants to go back to dance again. We returned to school. Senior second semester is going great. Busy for Aelin, who is still trying to work her butt off re: APs and grades. Less busy for Rowan, who is already recruited to college for lacrosse. Aelin and Lys had a huge falling out, but have slowly rekindled their friendship now that Lys is sober and working on her shit. Elide and Manon came out! They’re running as homecoming queens! Dorian and Chaol haven’t DTRed and are taking a break. Last we left off, Aelin texted someone to help retrieve her lacrosse hoodie from the dance studio after hours. But who? Keep reading to find out. Also, I have been gone for so long that I have NO idea who is still in the fandom or reading Rowaelin fic. Please reblog to spread the word! Taglist doesn't seem to possible anymore, so please share! Love you all and missed you all. Comment, message, meme, gif, whatever. Let’s go, team.

Aelin watched with wide eyes as Lys lowered into a crouch and removed a bobby pin from her hair. When she’d texted her friend to help with her mission, she hadn’t realized that Lysandra was a bona-fide expert at breaking and entering.

“It got boring in rehab,” Lys said with a small shrug, as if that explained her masterful lock-picking.

“Good to know,” Aelin said, chewing her thumb nervous and glancing over her shoulder at Rowan, who waited patiently in the jeep — aka, their getaway car. She didn’t think they’d actually need one, but this whole thing was such a thing, she figured it was probably safest to have a getaway car. What if the cops were called about the break-in, and they had to run?

Aelin almost chuckled at the thought of Orynth’s elderly Police Chief trying to run after them, but it hadn’t stopped her from telling Lys to dress all in black and meet them at the dance studio at eight. Luckily, Rhoe was at the station overnight, so he couldn’t see their ridiculous antics. But, after all, this mission was serious. She tried to refocus on Lys, who was finagling with a pin in the lock, taking her sweet time. A rush of panic ran through Aelin. What if they got caught? What if this got put on her permanent record? What if they got arrested?

BZZZZ. Aelin’s phone vibrated in her hand, making her jump with surprise.

“Gods,” she muttered under her breath, causing Lys to chuckle under her breath.

“Tell your buzzard not to worry, we’re almost there,” she said, twisting the pin again in a different direction. Aelin sighed at the reassurance. She knew that Rowan had to be feeling her nerves as well. Although maybe not quite as much. She wasn’t usually concerned about being a rule follower, but every step of the way had made her feel more and more stressed out. Which might have to do more with her overbearing boyfriend watching their every move than anything else. Couldn’t he just sit there and look cute and not worry? She looked at his text and shook her head. She should have known it’d be impossible. He was the biggest worry wart of them all.

Are you sure no one’s in the studio? It looks like the lights are on upstairs. Rowan texted from the front seat, his view of the studio probably better than theirs. But Aelin had spent too many years of her life at this studio. Despite her churning stomach, she knew they were fine.

Last class ended an hour ago. They always leave the lights on for the cleaning staff, but they get Fridays off, so they’re on until Saturday morning. It was part of my class schedule to turn the lights off. We’re good.

She looked over her shoulder after sending the text, and watched as Rowan threw a thumbs up in her direction. She couldn’t help but laugh at how silly he looked in his oversized black hoodie with the hood up. Despite completely disapproving of her decision, he showed up ready for the assignment at hand.

“Tadaaa,” Lys sang out quietly as the lock clicked open, the door popping ajar.

“Honestly, when I asked you to help me break into the dance studio, I figured we’d be throwing a rock into a window or something,” Aelin whispered, even though there was absolutely no reason to whisper at all. Aelin had timed it purposefully, so she wouldn’t have to run into … anyone. Okay, she really didn’t want to have to talk to Petrah. She’d avoided the studio (and Petrah) for so many weeks following the revelation that she’d been involved with her dad, and she had no intention of breaking that now. So, they’d had no choice but to break into the studio under the cover of darkness.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Lys said. “The door upstairs has a lock, too, right?”

Aelin nodded. Annoyingly, there were three doors they had to break open — the building door, the door to the second floor, and then the dance studio entrance. Thank god Aelin had her locker key, so that wasn’t a worry.

“So, why are we doing this again?” Lys asked as they trudged up the long stairwell to the second floor. She tried not to flinch as the rubber-covered stairs squeaked beneath her shoes. “Not that I’m not happy to help,” she continued. “I just thought that you started dancing again and loved it?”

“Ugh,” Aelin groaned. “I did.” Aelin paused for a beat too long, causing Lys to flip her dark curls over her shoulder to get a better look at Aelin.

“But?”

“It’s…complicated,” Aelin sighed as Lys crouched down in front of the second floor door.

“Well, this is going to take a minute,” Lys laughed. “Tell me.” Aelin was going to refute again when Lys’s voice changed, softer. “Unless you don’t want to…”

Aelin nearly smacked herself. She’d thought this would be a ridiculous, fun (and pretty low-stakes) way to hang out with Lys again, and here she was totally ruining it by keeping things to herself again.

“No, it’s not like that,” Aelin reassured her as she continued to work on the lock. “It’s just… horrifying.”

“Well now you can’t not tell me,” Lys snickered, but Aelin recognized the slight trepidation in her friend’s green eyes. Still nervous to push things. Aelin bit the bullet and let it out in a whoosh.

“Oh my GOD.” Lys’s nose crinkled, and she fell to her knees completely as her shoulders shook with laughter as Aelin told her story. “I mean, we all knew Rhoe fucked,” Lys cackled, causing Aelin to smack her friend’s knee.

“EW! That is my dad,” she said, fake heaving.

“He’s a hot, hot firefighter daddy, though,” Lys said, her eyebrows wiggling.

“I swear to god I will vomit straight on you.”

Aelin tried to be serious, but Lysandra’s smile pushed them both over the edge into a fit of giggles. They laughed and laughed, releasing the tension that had been hovering around them like a thick blanket all night, officially removing all traces of formality. Unable to help herself, Aelin reached out for her friend’s hand, squeezing her fingers gently and was relieved as Lys squeezed back. They weren’t healed, per se, but they were healing, and that was the most that Aelin could really ask for right now.

Taking a breath and wiping the remnant tracks of tears from her cheeks, Lys pushed herself back up to her knees. “Second lock?”

“Speaking of my family…” Aelin started nervously, but forged on, curious. “How’s Aedion doing?”

To her credit, Lys didn’t even lose pace as she unlocked the next door with ease.

“I know you want me to reply with something equally scandalous, but there’s nothing going on between me and Aedion,” Lys replied succinctly. “We’re friends.”

“Okay,” Aelin said, not completely convinced, but chose to respect her boundaries and believe her words.

The pair fell into an awkward silence as they headed down the hall toward the studio door. Just one last lock to get through — and then she’d never have to return to this place. A part of her heart panged at that thought, that she’d be leaving Orynth and this studio behind and not really getting to say goodbye to it. But running into Petrah was NOT an option.

“Hey, isn’t this the studio?” Lys asked of a propped open door, a gentle music wafting from inside. Aelin’s stomach sank. Had someone stayed late tonight practicing? It was a plus that they wouldn’t have to break into yet another door, but she really didn’t want to risk running into anyone. “I thought you said it was closed.”

At the same time, the pair noticed the schedule on the door, showing the company’s new rehearsal schedule. Their rehearsals now went until nine on Friday night, meaning that Aelin had shown up in the middle of a packed studio, instead of an empty one. And one where Petrah would surely be. She contemplated turning right around, but Lys had already opened the door too far, leading them into the studio lobby where the company was on break, milling around and refilling their water bottles.

And at the front desk, Petrah’s eyes widened with surprise upon seeing her. “Aelin!”

She should have guessed breaking in had been too easy. Had the doors even been locked? She knew Lysandra had gotten through them too quickly! Grumbling, she stepped out of the shadow and into the lobby toward Petrah. She couldn’t run away anymore, so she had no choice but to say hello to the woman who she’d been studiously avoiding for weeks. And by the look on Petrah’s face, she knew it, too.

“I’ll go grab your jersey,” Lys whispered, leaving her to fend for herself. “See you downstairs!”

“Traitor,” Aelin mumbled under her breath as Lysandra all but ran into the locker room, excusing herself from the awkward conversation that surely lay ahead. She wanted to run, but her feet were stuck, watching Petrah approach nervously.

“Aelin,” she said again, taking a deep breath. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you….” But Aelin cut her off.

“I don’t want to talk about it!” she said, ready to slap her hands over her ears, lest Petrah talk about her dad in any less than completely formal way.

Petrah’s deep pink lips curled up on one side in amusement, but Aelin watched as she took another deep breath and shook off whatever she’d been about to say. Instead, she watched as her smile fell into a wistful expression. “We’ve missed seeing you around here,” Petrah said.

Aelin’s eyes shot to the open doorway of the studio where the company practiced, all jetes and pirouettes and well-supported port de bras. She had missed dancing. She really had just gotten back into it when she let it fall away. Petrah must have seen her expression because she smiled faintly and let her delicate hand fall to Aelin’s shoulder.

“You could join the class. Dance it out,” Petrah suggested.

Aelin couldn’t tear her eyes away from the dancers. She watched the emotion pour from them. That is what she needed. But as Lysandra held up her jersey and trailed down the stairs in the periphery of her vision, Aelin shook her head.

“I can’t tonight.”

“I understand that it might be strange to spend time with me after what you overheard…” Petrah trailed off as blood pooled in her cheeks, filling her usual pale complexion with a deep blush. “It was completely casual. It’s only happened a handful of times, and we both know it’s not serious. I’m not trying to replace your mother, or anything like that, it’s just… an occasional stress release, and oh my god, I am sorry I didn’t mean to say any of that.” Aelin cringed at the words. She wanted to stop Petrah, but the woman couldn’t be stopped even if she wanted to. “Please don’t give up dance because of this,” Petrah pleaded. “You have such a gift, Aelin, and I would be filled with regret for the rest of my life if I knew I was the cause of you walking away from it.”

Aelin took a breath, the comforting scent of chalk and worn leather infiltrating her senses and calming her down as she figured out what to reply to Petrah. Of course she wanted to dance still. It was undeniable, the way her body pulled her toward the studio, the way a sense of calm settled through her despite her initial discomfort upon seeing Petrah. She thought about her lack of free time and her constantly building stress as the semester went on and how badly she wished she could just dance it out. That release of emotion centered her, and she knew that she was feeling off kilter without it. Making time for dance had improved her life drastically — it'd kept her sane as the rest of her semester spiraled out of control — and she wanted it back. So, so badly.

She was on the verge of agreeing to join the practice when there was a crash and loud shriek from the studio. When the shriek morphed into a choked sob, a churning nausea overwhelmed Aelin. She watched as Petrah’s face morphed into one of horror as she sprinted into the studio. Sure enough, one of the dancers was on the floor, cradling her ankle, cheeks red and involuntary tears dripping down her skin, while another dancer attempted to help her stand. The girl hissed, crying out in pain and sat down again.

“Call an ambulance,” someone ordered, and suddenly there was a frenzy, a rush of dancers looking on in terror at the injury in front of them. Aelin stood with her back against the wall, not wanting to be in the way, slinking out of sight while so much was going on. It felt like a sign from the universe that Aelin shouldn’t even think about wasting her time with dancing. Like the gods warned her that she had way too much going on to even consider it.

With Petrah distracted, Aelin slipped out, trying to gain control of her waging feelings. She slid into the backseat next to Lys, her mind reeling and unable to get the image of the crying dancer out of her head. So caught up in her own thoughts, she didn’t even hear Rowan call out to her, until red and blue flashed behind them. He swung his head over her shoulder, his mouth agape in horror as he stared at his unusually quiet girlfriend.

“Ace, what did you do? Are those the cops?!”

Aelin shook her head, the horrible feeling of nausea persisting in her gut as Rowan drove away from the studio.

. . .

It had been days since Aelin had received a text from an unknown number, and she still hadn’t decided what she was going to do.

I thought you should know we’re holding an emergency dance company audition this Tuesday at 5pm. Please come, Aelin.

Aelin chewed her sandwich thoughtfully as she pulled up the text again. The audition was merely hours away, but she was still on the fence.

“You still haven’t made up your mind?” Lysandra asked, glancing at Aelin’s phone screen. Her former — maybe current — friend had started joining them at the lunch table in the last few days since their late night break in, continuing to heal and thaw what had broken between them.

“I keep telling her to pro con list,” Rowan said, letting his fingers trail across the back of her neck and kneading the tight muscles there with his strong grasp.

“Mmmm,” Aelin mumbled, leaning further into his touch. “Con. Time spent without you.”

“Pro, something to do while I’m at lacrosse practice,” he countered as his fingers massaged a particularly tender part of her neck. She angled her head so he could have better access, but he took it as an invitation to let his head drop to her bare skin and press his lips against it, causing her body to light up. As she leaned toward him with another light moan, Dorian slammed his tray down on the table with a loud thwack.

“Get a room or get outta here,” he complained, tossing a fry at the still-intertwined pair.

“Someone’s got their panties in a bunch,” Aelin laughed as she tossed the fry back at the offender.

“My panties are perfectly smooth, thank you very much,” Dorian quipped. “Some of us would just prefer not to bear witness to your foreplay.”

“Pro,” Rowan whispered into Aelin’s ear, his lips ghosting against the tickling skin there. “I really love watching you dance.”

“Pro,” Aelin whispered back. “Increased stamina, muscle strength, and flexibility.”

Aelin glanced up at Rowan, who was already staring back at her with a fiery intensity. Her eyes glanced down at his mouth, which was curled into a satisfied smirk. His throat bobbed with a slow swallow, surely thinking of all the way those fitness benefits could be put to good use. She leaned in slightly, her lips a hairs breadth away from his when another fry hit her cheek. Aelin whipped her head around, rubbing at the salty spot where the food had made contact with her face.

Dorian was the picture of innocence, eyes wide as he chewed his own fry.

“Con,” Lys interjected. “Increased horniness.”

“Literally didn’t think that was possible,” Dorian said with a snort. “So, what are we pro-conning?” he asked, popping another fry into his mouth.

“Orynth Dance Company is having an emergency audition after an injury, and Aelin was personally invited to try out,” Lysandra explained.

“But I don’t really have the time,” Aelin started. “It would require actual rehearsal time. Like, a lot of nights. Not just an hour long class. Plus, I’d have to see Petrah every day. And I have to knock this last semester’s grades out of the park if I want to even think about getting a scholarship anywhere, plus I have a million AP exams to study for coming up, and that’s not even considering keeping up with hospital volunteering and going to your games and having any kind of semblance of a social life and…” she trailed off, her stomach finally settling as she came to the conclusion she knew she was going to come to all along. “I can’t join the dance company.”

Rowan frowned and reached for her hand. “Are you sure, Ace?” His hand wrapped around hers in a comforting squeeze, and she knew he was asking seriously. “We could make it work. I could help you study, we could bring out your color-coded schedule again to make sure we could fit everything in.”

“I know,” Aelin sighed, squeezing back. “But, I’m sure.”

But as the afternoon ticked by, Aelin couldn’t ignore the swirling feeling of guilt trying to pull her under. She was so distracted by the approaching time that she completely zoned out through all of AP Lit, startling when the period ended and Dorian poked her side.

And as five PM approached closer and closer, she found herself growing more agitated and even snapping at Rowan at one point. It wasn’t his fault; he had to head off to lacrosse practice, but Aelin had found herself so worked up that she had thought maybe he’d want to help release some tension.

“I’ll come right over after practice,” Rowan promised as he twined his hands around her waist.

“But you’ll be all sweaty and gross,” Aelin replied with a frown.

“I thought you liked when I get sweaty,” he laughed, nuzzling his nose into her hair. Aelin sighed, knowing she was being petulant, but she couldn’t get out of her own head.

“Only when I’m the one doing it!”

She tried to push him away, but Rowan’s grasp on her was iron-clad, too tight for her to even think about prying him off her. “Ace,” he lowered his voice. “I would love nothing more than to skip practice and be with you, but you know this is the only thing I need to do this semester to keep my place at Wendlyn.”

“Because Wendlyn’s more important than me?”

“I think you need a snack,” Rowan laughed, but Aelin didn’t find that funny at all.

“Sorry my blood sugar problems are amusing to you,” she said, stiffening within his grasp. She felt Rowan sigh deeply and watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose and scrunched his brows up the way she loved so much.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “You know that’s not—”

“I know,” Aelin replied quickly. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

Rowan raised a single brow as if to tell her he knew exactly what had gotten into her, and so did she.

“It’s not even four yet,” Rowan said. “You could still go.”

But Aelin was nothing if not resolute. She’d made up her mind, and it was completely logical. And she was sticking to it. No, she’d head home and, yes, get a snack, and dig into her lit homework. Maybe Dorian would be willing to give her his notes from the class, seeing as she couldn’t remember a single thing that was discussed earlier.

She forced a smile and shrugged her shoulders back. “Nope, you were right. I need a snack. I’ll head to Maeve’s and see what she’s got for me.”

Rowan grimaced. “She closed for the afternoon, actually, while they put in a new stove, but she should be reopened by the time I’m out of practice.” Aelin shivered as Rowan let his fingers trail in small circles up and down her back. “Why don’t I stop there on my way to your place after practice? Cheeseburger and brownies?”

“And then orgasms?” Aelin asked, causing a loud snort to erupt from Rowan.

“You want to have sex after cheeseburger and brownies? That feels dangerous.”

“Well, we could have sex first, but reheated cheeseburgers are pretty garbage,” Aelin replied, loving the soft smile that appeared on Rowan’s face. It was the one solely reserved for her. When she was being particularly ridiculous or annoying, it was like he couldn’t help but love her more, and the small curve of his lips let her know that.

“You’re right. Cheeseburgers first,” he paused. “Then sex, then brownies?”

“Deal,” Aelin said as she reached her hand out to shake his. But he instead grasped it in his and brought it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles lightly.

“I love you,” he said.

And though Aelin wanted to roll her eyes, she took a moment to relish the fact that her best friend in the whole world loved her. And would do anything to make her smile. In fact, he’d succeeded in getting her too distracted to think about the auditions and…

As soon as she thought about them, her smile faded again.

“Just go,” he whispered, but Aelin shook her head.

“Have a good practice. See you in a few hours.”

She kissed him and sent him off, hoping to pour herself into her studies. But even with her book open, Aelin digested none of what she was reading. She kept looking at the clock, distracted. Even as it passed five pm, knowing that she was missing the auditions, she still couldn’t focus. And her mood started to plummet.

It plummeted even further as she received a text from Rowan saying that their coach needed him to stay behind for a bit after practice and that he’d be later than anticipated.

She tried to read more, and when that didn’t work, she attempted to do some math equations, but she couldn’t get her brain to work. She knew what she needed. And it was to dance it out. Despite everything, that was still her best coping mechanism. When a second text from Rowan came in, apologizing for being even later, Aelin had had enough. She couldn’t just sit here and wallow. Instead, she wrote a note for whoever would get home first – her dad, Lorcan, or Rowan — and began walking.

She didn’t even know where she was walking until she ended up at the dance studio. It was unlocked, but empty. She couldn’t remember if there had been an end time to the auditions, but it seemed completely deserted. No one was sitting at the front desk, and the lights were eerily dim. This is what she’d expected to walk into last week when she’d stolen back her lacrosse hoodie, and she was even more annoyed about it somehow.

Instead of focusing on that, though, she went straight for the first open studio and turned the lights on. The fluorescent bulbs overhead flickered on, illuminating the wooden floors beneath with a warm yellow glow. She toed her sneakers off and padded barefoot to the corner of the studio where the massive (and ancient) stereo system was stored. She pulled her phone out and connected it, pulling up one of the old playlists Rowan had made for her and closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. Her feet took off, working in sync with the rhythm reverberating through the bare floor. Next, her arms spread, stretching out and shaking off the stress of the last few weeks.

For the first time, she really let herself feel it. The worrying and wondering what the future would hold. She knew Rowan was destined for Wendlyn, but she had no idea what she would do if she didn’t get in, too. He’d assured her that they’d stay together and figure it out, but who really stays with their high school boyfriend? She knew they weren’t like everyone else – they were special – but it didn’t stop her from thinking about it and wondering. When it came down to it, that’s why she really couldn’t bring herself to audition today. She couldn’t risk spending less time with Rowan, not if this was the last few weeks of their relationship.

Whoa. Where did that thought come from?

She ignored the small tear that pooled in the corner of her eye, letting it drip down her cheek as she spun in time with the music. How could she doubt her and Rowan’s relationship after all this time? She knew in her soul that they were destined to be together. She couldn’t imagine a world where she didn’t wake up and see him every day. But there had been a small slice of fear since they first kissed, and it had ebbed and flowed with each passing day until it was now a gaping chasm in the pit of her stomach. The idea that she could end up elsewhere without Rowan was a real, actual problem. And the timeframe was closing in on them. What if this was the end of them? How would she ever recover?

Her hands reached overhead and then she let her body collapse to the floor in a graceful fall, letting go over the overwhelming sensations of fear that had been swirling and threatening to paralyze her. She arched her back and her neck released, the tension that Rowan had tried to knead attempting to relax and letting gravity pull her down, down, down.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Rowan. She did. More than anything. She just didn’t trust this world. She didn’t trust that everything would work out the way it was supposed to. I mean, just look at her dad. He’d thought he’d found the love of his life, and she walked away like it was nothing. Walked away from Aelin.

She didn’t want to cling to Rowan, to be the girl who changed her whole life just to be with a guy. She wasn’t that person. No. She was Aelin fucking Galathynius, and she could live life fully on her own. But she wanted to be with Rowan. Wanted the whole package. Saw their life together. And wanted more than anything for it to become a reality. But what if that future disappeared? What if it was cut short? What if they drifted apart. What if they tried to do long distance? Last summer while he was at camp was only two months and it was pure torture. It caused a rift so big between them that she wasn’t sure they’d overcome it. And yes, of course they did. But… to do it again? And for four years?

Her emotions threatened to choke her as she continued to dance out her frustrations, stomping and spinning and leaping, hoping against all hopes that the answers to her anxieties would appear if she could only dance long enough. She left every feeling, every worry, every gnawing anxiety on the dance floor, letting it tumble out through her moving limbs.

She didn’t know how long she’d been dancing when she opened her eyes again and refocused at herself in the mirror. She didn’t recognize the girl she saw there. She may not have come up with any answers, but she felt better. Raw, red eyed, red cheeked, and breathing hard, Aelin felt totally exposed. Which is why she nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice cut through the silence, over her harsh exhale.

“Practice starts next week.”

The director of the company stood in the darkened doorway of the studio, arms crossed and lips pursed in thoughtful approval.

“Oh, I wasn’t—”

“I know you weren’t,” she said with a formal smile. “But we’d still love to have you. If you want.”

It wasn’t necessarily the answer she had hoped to reach, but something about this moment felt like the universe trying to reassure her. That things do work out the way they’re supposed to.

“Yeah?” she asked, feeling somewhat hopeful.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” she said.

A wide smile crossed the director’s face. “Welcome to the Orynth Dance Company,” she congratulated her.

Aelin didn’t know what had overcome her, but she couldn’t help but run over to her and throw her sweaty arms around her neck in a giant hug.

“Thank you.”

Right on cue, Aelin’s phone buzzed with another incoming text.

Cheeseburgers en route. See you soon. Xx

. . .

As anticipated, the cheeseburgers were exactly what Aelin needed to rejuvenate herself, but Rowan was totally right that there was no way to be sexy after housing a half pound of meat and cheese.

“I’m so stuffed,” she said, patting her extremely full stomach.

Rowan snorted. “Why don’t we take a post-dinner break and watch something?”

“Only if it’s Housewives!” Lorcan shouted from the kitchen where he was cooking dinner for him and Rhoe, who were properly affronted that Rowan hadn’t brought them cheeseburgers, as well.

Aelin sighed and chuckled softly as she let herself slump over onto Rowan, who was already pulling up Housewives onto the television.

“You are such an enabler,” Aelin laughed.

“It’s easier than dealing with him being pouty,” Rowan smartly replied.

Aelin was about to agree when they were interrupted by an unusual ring tone.

“I’m sorry,” Rowan said, sitting up suddenly. “Is that your… home phone?”

Aelin genuinely couldn’t remember the last time that had rung. Usually she and her dad were both contacted on their cells. They really just had a home line because it was part of their internet package. She couldn’t even remember who had that number.

“Uh, phone’s for you Aelin?” Lorcan shouted from the kitchen.

Even weirder?

“Who the hell would be calling this late on a Tuesday?” Aelin whispered. Rowan’s brow lifted.

“Why don’t you go see?”

Curious, Aelin pried herself off the couch and headed to the kitchen where Lorcan was standing with a spatula in one hand and the phone in the other.

“Who is it?” she whispered.

Lorcan shrugged, simply shoving the phone forward. Helpful.

Aelin cradled the phone against her ear and took a deep breath. “Hello?”

“Hello!” A deep voice rang out over the phone. “Is this Miss Aelin Galathynius?”

“Um,” she cleared her throat. “Yes?”

“Excellent!” the voice boomed, causing her to pull the phone away from her ear slightly. “My name is Xavier Forul, and I’m a local alum of Wendlyn University. I’d love to have you in for an interview some time in the near future. Whenever you’re available! I know you’re a busy senior with a lot on her plate.”

Aelin’s heart took off, beating faster as his words unfolded.

“Interview?”

“Yes,” he continued. “It’s my favorite part of the process. As a former Wendlyn man myself, I get to sit down and speak with young promising applicants to see what their goals and ambitions might be and how they might become part of the Wendlyn world.”

Aelin glanced at the silver-headed mop peeking out above the couch and exhaled slowly. This was it. The universe reassuring her. She felt it with every fiber of her being. She could dance, she could nail her classes this semester, and she’d get into Wendlyn and be with Rowan.

“Wow, thank you so much for reaching out,” Aelin began, her autopilot pilot voice taking over. “I’d love to meet with you.”

As Xavier explained the details of the interview, Aelin’s hope buoyed. She’d been waiting for a sign from the universe, something to tell her that she and Rowan were going to work out and be fine. If a personalized phone call on a landline that hadn’t rung in more months than she could count, inviting her into the home of a University alum wasn’t a sign, she didn’t know what was. And Aelin began to hope for the first time that everything was going to actually work out.

~*~

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Kinktober 7th: Inside Joke

aka mommy kink with James Potter

3.5k words

Summary: Jamie's poker face is put to the test when you surprise him with a new toy.

Pairing: Collegeau!boyfriend!james potter x reader

Warnings: mommy kink, unprotected piv sex (don't do this at home), james wears a buttplug in public, sirius is a dance major because i said so, nipple play/sucking, slight anal play, exhibitionism kinda, cum eating, degradation with a healthy dose of condescending praise, alcohol consumption, smoking (not reader or jamie, just the people around them), overstimulation, maybe hints of cnc (jamie expresses discomfort but doesn't ask to stop or struggle), cunnilingus, finger sucking, let me know if I missed anything!

While reading, I recommend you listen to guys my age - a Spotify playlist by me!

"You what?"

"Did I stutter?" you crossed your legs, turning back and forth a little in James' desk chair.

Meanwhile the man in question stood dumbfounded with an unwrapped package in his hands and his jaw dropped. "I-in front of everyone?"

"Well, yeah. But it's not like they'll see it." You quirked a brow. "Unless you make it really obvious."

James' cheeks burned scarlet at the thought. "I won't." He doesn't fully believe himself as he says it, but as he stares down at the brand-new silver toy in his hands, he doesn't really care.

"Good." You stood, kissing him on the cheek. Your touch was electric on his skin, from your lips to your hand on his chest. He was sure you could feel his heartbeat racing. "Cause we're leaving in ten."

. . .

As soon as he crossed the threshold of Sirius' house, he knew he had severely overestimated his ability to be subtle. Your fingers were locked together so as not to get separated- the house was overflowing with raucous college students and blaring music- but James was using it as a stress toy, squeezing it every time the plug nestled inside of him moved. He had worked up a thin line of perspiration under his glasses and across his hairline.

James could feel the bass of the song vibrating in his feet as he walked, through the walkway down towards the living room. His ears perked instinctively at the sound of a clear, crisp whistle from somewhere deeper into the room. He glanced around until he found the familiar, wide-grinning visage of his best friend. Sirius jerked his head, as if telling him "come over here", raven hair swishing with the movement.

You must have noticed, because when you turned back from him, one hand gripping two beer bottles by the neck, you nudged your chin to signal him forward.

"Welcome, welcome, my dear comrade!" Sirius hollered, holding a red plastic cup up in the telltale grandiose joy that always overcame him when he was drunk. "And Prongs."

James rolled his eyes, unable to help the grin splitting his face as Sirius clapped him on the back.

"Sit, sit!" Sirius beckoned them to the couch, where Remus was draped over the arm, blunt in hand. The sandy-haired boy waved lazily.

James struggled to hide a grimace as he sat down, the prodding of the metal becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. He was grateful for the bottle you passed him, eager for something to ease his nerves.

"Relax, baby," you murmured in his ear, breath tickling his cheek. James' neck felt hot, the hair at the back prickled.

All he could do was swallow thickly, nodding and taking a swig.

"Good boy," you purred, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. "You might want to cover up a little though, hm? A poker face doesn't help much when you've got a boner."

James' eyes shot down. Indeed, there was a growing bulge in his pants.

Before he could say anything, you stood, pushing his legs apart. Shock coursed through him before you sat on the floor between his legs, arms draped over his knees and head leaned against his lower stomach.

This made it infinitely worse. Now he had a bird's eye view of your cleavage, and when you looked back up through your eyelids to smile at him, he had to bit down on his lower lip to keep from groaning. Your head rested so conveniently against his crotch, and when he shrunk back from it, the plug nestled around.

"Oi, Prongs. Y'alright?" Remus nudged the man with his foot, concern painted on his face.

"Yeah," he managed to choke out.

"Sure? You look like y've got something up your arse."

James could feel you shaking with laughter underneath him. He exhaled, shaking his head. "Just tired, s'all."

"Aren't we all." Remus nodded, head lolling over to watch the dancers- or rather, one singular dancer. "But we've got the whole summer ahead of us to loosen up."

James lifted his half-empty bottle of beer in agreement. Remus wasn't even watching, his eyes were trained on Sirius, swaying to the music. He was a dance major for a reason.

James' attention was snapped away to his crotch when you began nodding slowly to the music. You were engrossed in conversation with Dorcas and Marlene- when did they get here?- but James knew that through all your subtlety you knew exactly what you were doing. What you were doing to him. James huffed, gripping the glass bottle so tight to keep himself from holding onto your hair. He wasn't even sure what he'd do with it once he had it. Would he tug your hair away, or rut against the back of your head like a bitch in heat? He knew you'd call him that if he did, you'd call him desperate and such a needy little whore-

He almost sobbed when your head froze. His fingers itched to touch you, but he knew better than to grab your head. So he opted to look down at you. You were glaring a cold fire, so he followed your gaze across the room to some girl whose name he didn't know and whose face he didn't recognize. She wiggled her fingers at James, and as she did so, she leaned forward and pushed her arm into her tits, accentuating her already plunging neckline.

Ah, James thought. He was almost amused at your annoyance, if he wasn't already so turned on at any meager touch from you. Your hand reached under the crook of his knee to rest on his upper thigh, sending electricity shooting through his muscles.

Your head tilted up, and he knew exactly what to do without you even needing to ask.

The minute your lips touched together, mashed in a frenzy of tongue and teeth and quiet sighs, James' body was set alight. Your hand kneaded at his thigh, and he could feel you smiling- you thrived on making him squirm, and you knew when you were succeeding.

By the time you parted, James' head was swimming. He watched through lidded eyes as you licked your lips at the girl, and as the latter rolled her eyes and stalked off.

James was throbbing. He couldn't help his hips from rising up into your hair, even if his efforts were hopeless. His face was red and he was breathless.

He squeezed your hand, and you looked up in question. He didn't even have to say anything.

"Wait." You told him firmly, taking another swig.

Wait? He couldn't wait, he'd been waiting all night.

"Please," he whimpered, leaning down to your ear.

"Patience, Jamie." He hated and loved the nonchalance in your voice, the indifference.

"Need you, so bad..."

"Wait."

"Mommy!"

It wasn't that loud, barely a sigh, but it rang in your ears, scorched your belly. You scrambled to your feet, hooking a finger in the collar of his shirt.

"Can't hardly wait a few hours, huh? I thought you could last longer than that." You snarled, turning and dragging him with you.

James held close to you, trying to hide his raging hard-on by pressing his front into your backside. You slithered through the crowd, around the pillar, up the stairs, and into the first bedroom you saw.

James quickly recognized it as Sirius'. Various posters were plastered almost on top of each other, so that there was more picture than wall. The smell of weed was fainter here than downstairs, and there were clothes- mostly black, but there was an occasional red or silver- scattered all over the floor. Makeup was scattered over the dresser, where a mirror was propped up haphazardly. The bed, however, was as tidy as ever, decorative pillows propped up and everything.

The click of the lock brought James back to the moment. You were standing at the door with one hand on your hip, tongue poking at the inside of your cheek.

"Go on." You said simply. Irritability was painted on your face.

"Huh?"

"Since you needed me so badly you couldn't wait until we got home, go on. You have me. Show me how badly you need me."

James' head went dumb at the idea, and his body acted of its own accord. He stood from the bed, taking your hand and pushing it into his crotch. A low moan was pulled from his throat when you cupped him, gently massaging the ache between his legs. His face dropped into the crook of your neck, relishing in the overwhelming sensations- your smell, the strain of his leaking cock against his jeans, your free hand tracing down the back of his neck. He shivered, gasping and arching his back when your finger trailed down his spine. It lingered at the base of his tailbone, sneaking under the waist of his jeans and tracing feather-light over that ticklish patch of skin.

"Mommy, please," James whined, fingers clutching your wrist.

"Turn around," you muttered, pushing him around by the waist. You walked him over to the bed until his knees hit the edge of it, trapping himself. Instinctively James reached down so he could plant his hands on the mattress, rendering himself entirely vulnerable to your will. Both of your hands groped at his behind. You reached around to unbutton his pants, tugging them down along with his underwear.

"No touching," you snapped before his hand could take his cock, bobbing heavily under its own weight. He let out a weak noise as it dripped onto the blanket pathetically.

You were still entranced with his ass, or rather, what was inside of it. Your fingers went from groping aimlessly to pulling his cheeks apart, finger trailing delicately around the little stud. At even the slightest of pressure, James' now shuddering body arched into your touch and he let out a noise so loud and unabashedly pornographic you had to clap a hand over his mouth. It wasn't until you felt the plug moving that you registered the rhythming clenching of his ass, a telltale sign that he just came.

And glancing around his body, you were right. There was a pool of white under his now softening cock, strands of cum webbing between the tip and the sticky puddle.

"Jamie." Your voice wasn't loud, nor really that stern, but it made him jump regardless.

He didn't dare look at you, but he also didn't dare fight the gentle hand of yours, guiding his face to turn back and look you in the eye.

"Jamie, baby, what am I going to do with you?" You shook your head, clicking your tongue.

It was a rhetorical question, but James gave a weak, defeated sound anyway. He wouldn't have been able to talk, your hold on his jaw having grown tight enough to hold him in place.

"I give you a nice, pretty new toy, help you stay hidden when you can't do it yourself, even start to indulge you when you can't even be bothered to wait, and you cum just like that? Without even asking?"

James knew it was a twisted description of the night's events, but shame boiled in his stomach anyway. "'M sorry, Mommy. Jus' felt too good."

You suck in a breath through your teeth. "I really thought you'd be good this time, bub. But I guess not."

James felt tears pricking in his eyes. But he was. He was so patient. You were just mean.

"Alright, on your back." You released your hold on his face.

"H-huh?"

"If you're just gonna be a needy little brat who cums whether I let him or not, I might as well get some use out of you."

James crawled, with shaking legs, up the bed, until he was propped up against the pillows, beefy legs spread enough to where you could see his sticky cock limp against his stomach and the plug, that goddamn plug that had gotten him into so much trouble in the first place.

He felt as though he were under a microscope, in a cage at the zoo, on a stage, the way you were staring at him. Hungrily, menacingly, with plans in your eyes that he was both terrified and excited to learn of. You kicked your shoes off slowly, stripping off your outer layers without breaking eye contact. James' eyes bulged when you shimmied out of your pants.

"Mommy.." he sighed, fingers flexing over his thighs as he willed himself not to touch.

"Shh, hush baby, I know," you crooned, crawling over to him. Your fingers, lithe and light, traced the underside of his dick, making him gasp. You only seemed to be spurred on by his reaction, your other hand brushing over his thigh.

"You just couln't help yourself, hm? Isn't that right?" James shook his head, resorting to clutching the comforter by his side. "Well, I guess we'll just have to work on that, won't we?"

James didn't have the opportunity to ask what you meant by that, because as you said it, you were shuffling up so that your hips hovered over his cock you were holding upwards. That was the other reason he couldn't ask you, because in his sensitivity, your touch knocked the breath from his lungs.

"Aw, pretty boy, what's wrong?" You cooed, though there was a mean tone to it. "You're so tense."

James gives a hiccupped whine, his lower lip trembling. When your hips rolled deviously over the tip of his weeping cock, his head kicked back against the lush pillows.

"Nuh uh, none of that." You snarled, taking a fistful of hair and tugging his head up so that his gaze, under hooded lids, met yours.

James' hands, now clutching your waist as though it were the only thing that would keep him from drowning- in what, he didn't know- trembled as you sunk down, slowly, onto his poor cock.

"Ah! M-mommy, too much, 's too much-"

"No." You stilled, which was somehow worse. "You're going to take it. I've been dealing with you being impatient and selfish and useless all night, it's my fucking turn."

He shouldn't have throbbed at the word, but he did. James nodded after a moment, when he noticed a tinge of concern in your eyes. It disappeared as soon as it came, and then, inch by agonizing inch, you sank down on his cock until you were sat fully on him.

You didn't move immediately, instead relishing in the feeling. Your eyes fluttered closed and you flexed your fingers over James' chest, which, oddly, seemed to upset you. Your eyes snapped open, staring down at James' chest, plucking at the material of his shirt.

"Off." You grunt, pushing the material up his stomach. James pulled the material from his body faster than he's ever done anything- anything to please you.

You seem satisfied; your hips roll against him, and James feels as though he's been set on fire. The evidence of his previous orgasm was not yet dry on the bedsheets, and here you were sitting on his cock- no, your cock. Your useless cock.

"Aw, yeah, see Jamie?" You dip down, mouthing around his heaving chest. "This is what happens when you don't wait. Mommy's going to get ther way either way, it's not my fault how that turns out for you."

James only nodded frantically, breathing heavy and yelps and gasps giving way to long, high moans. Your lips reached his nipple, and your tongue traced over the sensitive skin.

"Mommy! Please, mommy, don't stop-" James' pleas were cut off when your lips wrapped around the bud, tonguing and sucking and pulling the sweetest, most shameless sounds from the depths of his throat.

A new kind of panic settled over James as your hips sped up. He felt it in the throbbing up his cock, in the heat brewing in his lower stomach. He wasn't going to last.

"Mommy, Mommy slow down, please, 'm not gonna last," he pleaded, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes as he tried and failed to think of anything else. He was already denied looking away from you, but even if you'd let him he wouldn't want to.

"Oh, but you will," you purred in his ear. "You're gonna get Mommy off if it kills you."

"Can't, Mommy, 'm sorry," he wails, eyes screwing shut.

"Hold it." You grit, but the firm cant of your hips up and down his length make your orders impossible. White-hot pleasure mixed with shame washed over James as he, against his own will, releases into you.

You were fully planning on continuing regardless of whether or not he came, but seeing the way he fell into a series of jolts and falling limp, you had a lapse of pity. You could tell by the crossing of his heavy eyes that he was exhausted.

Once you were still, and James had caught a breather, he tried nestling his face into the crook of your neck. "'M sorry Mommy. I tried, I really did. Wanna take care of you, wanna make you feel good. Wanna taste you Mommy, please?"

"That's the first smart thing you've said all night, Jamie." You combed a hand through his hair. Gently, slowly, you lifted yourself off of him, rolling over and lying on your back. James was quick to follow your movements, chasing the warmth of your body despite being sweaty and sticky.

"Go on, baby," you nod, legs spreading open. You wince a little at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you, but James was ever so quick to replace it. His eager tongue lapped at you, licking his own cum out of you.

"That's it, sweet boy, just like that, doing so good for Mommy."

James' efforts redoubled at the sugary sweetness of your voice. The hand that was kneading your thighs slithered between your legs, tracing around your hole so his lips could wrap around your clit, tongue laving over your skin in a manner that could only be described as hot. Big doe eyes gazed up at you, pouty and longing for approval. Your moans and praises were confirmation enough, spurring his fingers to sink into you with ease.

James’ mouth and hand worked wonders, that was never a debate, but it was the devotion and surrender in his actions that sent you barreling towards that high. It was watching him earlier as you rode him, watching him try to stave off his orgasm for as long as possible, denying himself overwhelming pleasure simply because you had asked. Your pleasure was his pleasure.

“Ah, Jamie, so close baby, so good- ah!” Your hands flew to his hair when he delivered a particularly harsh suck to your clit; bleary, blinking eyes clouded with lust watched your face contort in pleasure.

You writhed underneath him, and at this point, you were bucking your hips up into his face, pulling it so that his nose rubbed over you exactly how you needed it to.

When your high hit you, your hips stuttered, so James took it upon himself to maintain the rhythm for you, head bobbing with the movement as overwhelming pleasure set your body alight.

The air was thick with the smell of sex as you basked in the afterglow; you’d only just realized how hot your body had become when you pushed your hair out of your face.

“Did I do good Mommy?”

James was blinking up at you wearily, but he looked content as ever. A mixture of your slick and his own cum was strung between his tongue, still poking out over his lip, and your lips.

You hummed, swiping your thumb over his chin to clean him. “Of course, Jamie, did so good for Mommy.”

James happily suckled on your thumb, laying his head on your thigh.

You watched him for a while, content in the silence, until you became suddenly aware of the music still blaring downstairs.

“Oh God, wait-”

. . .

Back at home, you sat with your legs dangling over the bathroom counter as you brushed your teeth. You were contently scrolling, not even paying attention to what rolled down your screen when a familiar name dropped down from the top.

Sirius “The Whore” Black: hey bestie boo

Sirius “The Whore” Black: why are my bedsheets gone

You snorted, clicking on the banner to respond. But before you could type, a few more messages popped up.

Sirius “The Whore” Black: they’re in the fucking washer

Sirius “The Whore” Black: why are they in the washer

You: Because I put them there??

Sirius “The Whore” Black: oh

Sirius “The Whore” Black: oh my god

Sirius “The Whore” Black: YOU HAD SRED

Sirius “The Whore” Black: SEC

You: Take your time

Sirius “The Whore” Black: fuck off

Sirius “The Whore” Black: copulation

You: there you go

Sirius “The Whore” Black: ON MY BED

Sirius “The Whore” Black: so I got cockblocked because of you

Sirius “The Whore” Black: Now Remus thinks I'm a disgusting slob who doesn't even have bedsheets

Sirius “The Whore” Black: I had it so perfectly made too

You: I can say with full confidence that your chances are not ruined

You: Besides

You: Would you rather I had just left the dirty sheets there?

Sirius “The Whore” Black: god no

Sirius “The Whore” Black: but I'm never using those sheets again anyways

Sirius “The Whore” Black: I'm burning the entire bed

Sirius “The Whore” Black: And you will be purchasing me a new set since you're soooo considerate

Your head kicks back in a cackle.

"What's so funny?" Came James' voice from the shower.

You scroll up so that you can show James the conversation. When you push the phone past the shower curtain, the words James reads aloud are not the ones you'd read.

"Sirius "The Whore" Black sent you an ApplePay request - €300."

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kiana-kaslana-423 · 7 months

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Merperson! Kiana Kaslana x Fem Reader

☆ Kiana that has the lower body of a tuna ☆

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!! Not comfy with men will block on interaction !!!

• Kiana is a Tuna Merperson so her lower half is a tuna, spacifically a bigeye tuna fish!

• The way you found her was interesting- you bumped into her when you were at the beach and she washed up! She was panicking and talking so fast when you tried to ask her who she was and did she need help?

• Eventually you calmed the poor tuna down with some rubs on her tail and head pats! She was finally able to explain what she was doing here and who she was! Kiana explain to you what a Tuna Merperson is and how she was lost..

• Kiana was traveling in the Pacific when she got hit by a boat and now she washed up here in cold water! Her species normally stays in more tropical and warm temperatures so being in cold water was practically stressing her out along with she didn't know how to get back home or how to keep even traveling since 1/2 of her one bottom tail fin was missing.. She couldn't swim like this at the moment since she would have to regain strength and get out of this cold water!

• So Kiana begged you to help her- she had no idea how she could keep going at all and she really just needed your help so you took the poor tuna in aka a whole bunch of struggling trying to get her back to your house trying to be unnoticed by everyone-

• Eventually when you do get her settled down in your bathtub that will start your new life with the a Tuna Merperson!

• There's a lot of prepping that you have to do, like digging out a whole pond / swimming pool and getting the food that she eats along with stuff to care for her needs! There's a lot that you need to get and it might be quite stressful but it's all worth it in the end! Since she's will be a cute and happy tuna swimming around!

• Kiana shows you affectionate in many different ways, If your on land she's pulling you into the pool or she's making you carry her into your bed so she can cuddle you!! her lower half might make it uncomfort cuz she will curl around you with her tail so you don't move or leave!! If it in water, she's going to try to communicate with you through vibrates but then she figured out it that doesn't work since you're not another tuna- Kiana is very frustrated at this-

• Kiana at random times will bite and scratch at you so you have her mark on you! She can't make you smell like her since she just smells like water- so she goes for more physical ways! She also cannot get along with other fish so do not try to put other fish in the pond / pool, it's not because she fights them or anything! It's just because they tend to accidentally swim into her or they don't want to share the water with her- so she has to be a alone tuna ;;;

• She will really like it if you take a toothbrush or a big washing brush of any kind and scrub at her tail and any part where she has scales to get algae off of it or any other type of debris that sticks to her scales!

• She is quite the loving tuna!! <333

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plan3tstarr · 9 months

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Drunken Sex

A/N: Hii!! I haven’t posted in a gooood minute so i thought I’d bring yall another smut of y’all favorite! Kakashi ✨ aka my husband. Hope y’all enjoy i wish to post more.

Summary: Girls night left you drunk and all you want is a dick to dick you down

Warnings: Drunk sex, all holes being filled, 69, couch sex, praising, breast play, cream pie

WC: 1,111

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It was girl's night between you and your friends. You decided to go out to a little fancy resturant and talk. You had an amazing time with your friends and had a lot to frink. You went home drunk, walking side to side, speaking pure gibberish and you only wanted one thing. To get fucked. You opened the door to your apartment to see your boyfriend laying down on the couch reading to the same old novel that he always does. You walked over towards him, setting down your keys and urse on the way there. You sat down right on to of his already half-hard cock. You started to kiss his neck mubling word like, "I missed you" and "I want you so badly." He gentely pushed you off to look at you.

"Bae you're drunk." He said as you contiuned to kiss his neck. "I don't know you need some water." He tries to get up but you shoved him back on the couch.

"I want you so badly right now." You said while taking off your underwear from under your dress. He laid on his back nervously chuckling as you undo his pants.

"Princess, I don't know if we should do this. You're drunk and need some water." Once again he tried to get up be failed due to you pushing him down.

"No! I want you to fuck me until I want you to stop." You whined as you pulled down his pants along with his boxers.

His cock sprung up and a huge smile appeared on your face. You slowly slide his throbbing cock inside of your wet hole and started going up and down on his cock. He groaned as you started to increase your pace. He dugged his nails inside of the skin of your hips and started to thrust inside of you as you went up and down on his dick. He thrusted deep and hard inside of you making you moan louder and his nails sunk deeper into your hips. You placed your hands on his chest grabbing onto his t-shirt. You groaned softly as you bounced up and down. You started to undress yourself by taking of the dress you decided to wear leaving you in nothing but your bra and heels. You removed Kakashi's t-shirt while he undoes your bra leaving you in nothing but heels. You went even faster on his dick as you felt an orgasm starting to form inside of you. You grabbed his hands from your hips and placed them on your breasts.

"Play with my breasts baby."

He started to massage and squeeze your breasts as you went up and down. Your orgasm was forming faster as you moaned from the sensations from your breasts and from inside of you.

"I'm gonna cum." You moaned. As you said that you had came hard on his dick causing you fall on top of him. It wasn't long until he came inside of you fulling your hole full of cum. Cum dripped from your pussy onto his dick as you kissed his lips.

"I wanna 69." You groaned.

You turned you body around until your lower body was on his head and his cock staring back at you. He placed his hands back on your hips placing your dripping cunt onto his moist warm tongue inside of you. You started to stroke his dick twirling your tongue on the tip of his dick. His tongue started to twirl inside of you. You moaned softly. His tongue went deep inside of you hitting your g-stop. You stop stroking his dick and decided to take his dick. Your mouth went up and down as you sucked his dick; hitting the back of your throat. His tongue was deep inside of you twirling around hitting that special spot that you loved. You moaned causing a nice vibration on his dick causing him to groan and moan inside of you. You felt another orgasm forming. His dick starts to throb inside of your mouth as you increased your pace as he did the same. The orgasm was coming faster and faster.

"I'm gonna cum." You mumbled. You felt your mouth filling with warm gooy cum not noiticing he was announcing his own orgasm. Soon his own mouth got a taste of you. You rose your head up and sallowed his cum and layed your head back down on his lap. He moved your lower body from his face to the side.

"Bae I think we should st-"

"I wanna get fucked in the ass." You cutted him off.

He groaned. "Ok but after this we stopping."

You moved back to the poisition your body orginally was. You was starting to get tired so you wanted to made this orgasm to be a fast one. You stroked his dick a little bit teasing it before slowly sliding it in of your ass. You moan as your ass tighten around his still hard cock. He let out a soft whimper as you started to ride him. He made eye contact with you and you looked right back at him.

"You so pretty when you're on top of me." He said softly.

"Oh yeah?" You asked coming closer to his face.

"Yeah, you look really fucking pretty riding me like the good girl you are." That made you even more wet. You let out a soft moan.

"Tell me how much of a good girl I am while you play with my tits again." You said.

His hands went back onto your breast massaging and squeezing them like how he did earlier. You could feel the sensation bulid up another orgasm. You started to ride him faster.

“You're such a good girl. I just wanna fuck you until you beg me to stop." He said starting to play with one of your nipples. Another orgasm was buliding up again.

"Mmm, well then fuck me baby." You moaned, increasing your pace wanting to the orgasm to come already.

He started to thrust inside of you again but harder this time making you held back another moan. His hands went back and forth from your breasts and your nipples making your body startingto twitch a lot. It was coming and you knew it was.

"I-I'm gonna cum~" You moaned as you came on his dick.

A few minutes after he came as well. You fell on top of his chest and rest there for a mintue. He kissed your head and placed his hand on your back.

"I think the good girl need a bath and some water." He said finally being able to get up.

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blueberrybladelemonade · 4 months

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Confess or Freeze

(Aka Confessions in the Fridge)

Summary: After you dipped out of the plan your friends made to get you and Peppino together, it's time for them to take more extreme options. Option B.

Contains: You both did NOT get together after Noise and Noisette made an elaborate plan and it's annoyed all of your friends now. Calculated back up plan, Get in the freezer and stay there until you start dating.

Note: I've had this idea in my head for a while but @some-person-named-c mentioned what if Peppino and Y/N got locked in the freezer from one of Noise, Noisette, and Gustavo's back up plans if the dinner plan failed 😂. I love "what if...?" and alternate scenarios and this was a great kick to get me to start up writing again.

I'd recommend, if you didn't read Confessions in the Dark, to read that fic first, as this one references a few things from there and the why and how you've gotten into THIS situation in the first place.

Linked below!

***Saturday 9:04 p.m***

"He shows up and we're still down idiot number two!" The door slams shut as Noise throws his hands up, looking at Noisette in exasperation.

"Y/N hasn't answered any of my messages either..." she drawled, somewhat concerned. "You don't think something happened, do you"?

He rolled his eyes. "Tch, doubt it. Y/N only wanted to go to ogle -" Noise paused his rant, a realization dawning across his features before flashing with annoyance at Noisette.

"Why didn't you confirm Y/N was still goIN-FUCK!" Noise yelled, staggering as his foot slammed into the corner of the wall. Noisette shot him a glare, placing her hands on her hips, "Why didn't you? I set up our reservations and outlined our plans for hours!" She snapped, brows knit together as she watched her boyfriend hobble towards the couch. Serves him right for trying to blame her.

In a less than graceful motion Noise whips out his phone and searches through his contacts before flopping onto the couch. Reading your name earned a scowl as he began to type sonething.

Silence, aside from the tapping of his fingers on the screen, filled the air. Noisette quirked an eyebrow at the length, then squinted in an attempt to read Noise's text as it continued to grow. To make out what he was typing Noisette stepped over towards the couch to hover over his shoulder. She let out a short gasp.

"Theo! That's a little too harsh".

He glares up at her with a huff. "No babe, what's harsh is watching two dumbasses avoid one another even if they want to jump each other on the spot and make out sloppy style!" He spat.

Noisette's lips curled downward, face wrinkling in disgust.

"I didn't need that visual." She replied flatly.

Immediately after Noise tapped send he tossed his phone onto the floor with a huff. Noisette made her way around the couch, picked up the phone, and dropped it onto her boyfriends chest, earning an indignant "oof"!

"Go text Gustavo".

***Saturday 9:21 P.M.***

Gustavo groaned, sinking lower into the sofa. Maybe if he sunk down deep enough the cushions would swallow him up, out of this world. Unfortunately he would have no such luck as his phone would likely continue buzzing until he answered it.

Across the room his phone had been chiming away, blowing up with what he knew were texts. From his peripheral he watched Brick prop himself up against the end table, his claws clinking against the wood. The rat tilted his head curiously, sniffing at the phone as it continued to beep and vibrate.

Without even opening his phone he knew their plan to get you both together had failed.

Damn it.

Gustavo could only assume you hadn't shown up. His eyes flicked back to the phone, which had fell silent. Before he could get halfway to the table Gustavo recoiled, the phone once again buzzing to life. The words "Noise (Theo)" flashed obnoxiously as the man called again.

With an irritated groan he cleared his throat and answered.

"Hello"?

*** Saturday 10:03 p.m. ***

You stared up at the ceiling, the clock illuminating your otherwise dim room. Peppino told you he wasn't going and it's not like you wanted to go to dinner without him there. You didn't dislike everyone else that was probably at this get together, but if Peppino wasn't going to be there you weren't in the mood. It would've been the perfect excuse to be around him without outright saying it.

Instead, you ran a hot bath, made a warm drink, and curled up in bed. Now left alone to let your mind wander, you thought back to this morning.

Peppino's responses earlier towards you had been uncharacteristic. He responded dryly, almost aloof, with anything you said. You thought further back, trying to recall if you had said or did anything days beforehand that could've irritated him, but came up with nothing.

After your bath you finally checked your phone and instantly regret it. A pit in your stomach began to form as your screen flashed with multiple notifications.

Nine missed calls and dozens of texts from Noisette and her boyfriend The Noise. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you skimmed through the messages from Noisette first.

You spent what little energy you had for her wall of texts simply saying you felt drained and tired and just decided you wanted to stay home. You typed out another message asking if you could make it up to her.

As you close out of her messages, you roll your eyes to tap Noise's contact to read what he had sent you. No doubt it was going to contain multiple expletives and at least one threat. You give an exasperated sigh as you read through his tirade of insults before setting your phone back onto the nightstand. Yep. He was predictable.

You toss your head to the side with a frown. If Peppino went out anyways despite telling you he wasn't going, was it because he hadn't wanted you to be there? What Noisette texted you contradicted that however. Did Peppino actually feel disappointed that you didn't come out?

As you tossed and turned in bed your eyes focused on the letter sitting on your desk. You cringe. That was confession number thirty-two if you weren't mistaken. No matter how many letters you tried to write, the next day you'd always reread it back to yourself and immediately become dissatisfied with it.

Telling Peppino with words you liked him was too daunting of a task, so writing was the next best option.

If only you could find the right words.

*** Saturday 11:12 P.M.***

Peppino shifted to lay on his side. A pang of guilt picked his brain. On the other hand, maybe it was a good thing you stayed home tonight. The get together had been a total bust, Peppino had been stuck with Noise and Noisette the entire time, as no one else showed up. Despite being their usual raucous behavior there was an air of unease as they waited for you to arrive. When you never did, the pair became more hushed as they ate their food. Peppino noticed The Noise's expression flashed with a look he couldn't quite place before they both decided to excuse themselves to leave for the night.

Peppino lifted his head to flip his pillow, letting out a soft sigh at the pleasant coolness of the fabric.

Was it his fault you didn't show up? His plan to distance himself from you and treat you like every other customer hurt. He knew it upset you with every flat response he gave this morning, your expression alone told him that. It hurt him too, but he couldn't continue with the daydreams he has so often about you. Not when they'd never actually happen. His redeeming qualities were lacking; being an anxious and overweight wreck of a man. Peppino had accepted years ago that he was passed his prime for what one would consider "dating material".

Despite this, Peppino found himself imagining what if you both had showed up tonight. What would've you wore? What would've you ordered to eat? He rarely got to be around you when he wasn't at work. Being more relaxed and talking with you without the threat of time or burning something. He wondered what you both could've talked about.

One step at a time, he told himself, shutting his eyes. Distance would hurt at first but it was necessary. He just wished each step was easier to take.

***Monday 6:21 a.m.***

"Today's the daaaay!" Noise sang, draping an arm around Gustavo's shoulder. Noisette smiled brightly, sandwiching the gnome between them. She laced her arm around Noise's as the trio made their way to the Pizzeria. Gustavo swallowed thickly, his grip tightening around the blanket he had in his arms.

The couple chattered excitedly, rehearsing their plan, Gustavo nodding along with his role and instructions.

"Can you hold this?" Gustavo asked, not waiting for a reply before shoving the blanket into Noise's hands. He wanted to hurry just in case Peppino showed up early despite their discussion yesterday.

To help with the plan, Gustavo had called Peppino, saying he that would open today if Peppino could go to the store instead. Peppino grumbled over the phone in protest, which Gustavo pointed out that he would get to sleep in - which if anyone needed more rest between the two, it was Peppino.

After a short exchange Peppino relented, though not without reiterating what ingredients needed to be defrosted and to make sure Gustavo set the fresh dough out for the day. Gustavo jot down those instructions along with a few others he needed to do to open for the day.

Gustavo hurriedly fished the key to the pizzeria from his pocket and unlocked the door. As the doors swung open he watched as the couple excitedly bounded inside, making a beeline to the kitchen. The swing doors to the back room squeaked to a close again as they disappeared through them.

Doing his best to ignore the two Gustavo flicked on the lights and begun to busy himself with preparing to open for the day. A small frown tugged at his lips as he felt in his pocket for the checklist. He shrugged, the list wasn't particularly long, Gustavo would just have to do what he could from memory.

As the overhead fans whirred to life the phone on the wall caught his eye. Was this too early? He thought, pulling out his phone. Noisette assured him earlier that you were probably waking up by now. Probably.

"Hey Y/N? Oh, I'm sorry! I thought you would be awake by now. I didn't realize it wasn't even seven yet". Gustavo watched as Noise set a container on top of the counter, Noisette towing close behind as the former pulled out the storage closet key.

"Would you be able to come over here in about thirty to forty five minutes"?

The pair dragged a heavy floor mat across the tiled dining room, back into the kitchen, and again disappeared. "It's a short notice -and I meant to call you yesterday - but we're hosting an event at the pizzeria".

What was that loud clang? Gustavo craned his neck to peer into the window. Noisette looked to be standing off to the side and Noise had a step ladder.

"I'll see you then, sorry again for waking you up so early." As Gustavo finished his call with you and hung up he rushed through the door.

"What are you doing?" he gawked up at Noise who was holding a large metal sheet pan, with another one on the floor. "I'm getting the pan out to defrost this shit." He gestured down to the sink where a few ingredients sat. On the counter beside him was a crumpled piece of paper which was very familiar.

Huh. Gustavo quirked an eyebrow. That's surprisingly helpful for The Noise. Before Gustavo could turn and leave, another idea formed. A 'just in case' idea.

"Can you put the sausage back into the fridge? Preferably towards the back?" He pursed his lips in thought, "And hide the step ladder when you're done, grazie".

***Monday 7:43 a.m.***

"Let me out!" You howl, clawing at the door. "Nuh-uh." Noisette smiles sweetly at you before pressing her hand into your face, shoving you backwards. You stop yourself from bowling over, lunging back towards the door desperately. "Let me out damn it"!

A heavy clang resounded in the freezer, your stomach tightened at the sound. She would let you out in a minute, right? You shivered, rubbing your arms in a poor attempt to stay warm. It was then that something dark in the corner caught your eye.

How long were you going to be locked in here?

You stare over at the thick mat on the floor, complete with a pillow and heavy blanket. Now that you got a better look at it, wasn't this Gustavo's? Why was that here? Regardless, you pull and drape the fabric around yourself to stay warm.

You slump to your knees on the mat with a groan, clutching the blanket tightly around you. Currently, the thermostat said 31 degrees and was dropping now that the door was shut.

*** Monday 8:24 a.m ***

"Hey Pep, can you go get the sausage? I forgot to take it out this morning".

Peppino huffed, "Mio dio that was supposed to be defrosted by now"!

Gustavo gave him a less than apologetic shrug. Earning him a scowl. "I couldn't reach it and our stepladder is missing." He replied, following closely after Peppino as he made his way towards the walk-in fridge.

"Hiya Italian man!" Noise flashed him a wolfish grin, Peppino drew back with a yelp at the yellow blur that appeared out of thin air. Noisette appeared beside him, hand on the door to the walk in fridge. "Hi Mr. Spaghetti! Surprise"!

"Vaffanculo!" By the time Peppino had registered what was happening, he swears he hears Gustavo utter what could've been an apology, before being blasted with icy air. His "best friend" helping The Noise shove him inside the fridge. "Goodbye Italian man!" Noise cackles.

Peppino let out a sharp gasp, bracing against the door to prevent it from sealing shut. What ever prank this was, he wasn't in the mood and was going to wring all of their necks when he got out.

A voice shrieked from behind him, making him flinch. "No! Don't let it shut"! Peppino's weight against the door faltered, stumbling inside and losing his grip as you lunge passed him, violently pounding against the metal door. You clawed at the door desperately, hearing muffled laughter from the other side.

"Hazel let me out right now!" you howled, wincing at your own voice as it bounced off the walls.

"What the hell-a is going on? Y/N?" Peppino's voice pulls your attention to him, white puffs of air coming out in short pants.

"I don't know! Noisette locked me in here and left but now you're in here too"! Peppino watched as you grabbed the nearby rack, wobbling before he caught you, preventing you from trying to climb. You let out an unintelligible noise in frustration before pressing your forehead into the wall. You flinch briefly at the frozen metal against your face.

Peppino remained rooted to the ground motionless, still processing what was going on. The sound of your breathing and the fans filled the air. As the adrenaline wore off a shiver went up Peppino's spine and down his arms.

After another moment he watched as you pulled away from the wall and scanned the various containers lining the racks.

"So you went to the dinner after all." You stated, finding a particular interest in the shredded cheese bin. It was less of a question and more of an observation.

"No one else was-a there besides those two. He made a face. "I don't-a recommend it".

"Why didn't you want to go?" you gingerly lift the lid, pulling out a pinch of cheese and pop it into your mouth.

At this Peppino fell silent and averted his gaze. How exactly was he supposed to explain if you were there he wouldn't be able to distance himself from you? That if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to get you out of his head, much less his daydreaming. He carefully considered his choice of words. He needed ones that were vague enough to not give away the truth but not so vague you'd pry further.

"So..." you trailed off, head turned, studying him tentatively. "Did you just not want me there?"

Peppino recoiled, "Yes-No! that's not what I-agh." he stammered, mentally clawing for the right choice of words. "I wasn't going-a to go. I didn't want to go. Noise threatened me until I said-a yes"!

You fell silent, eyes drifting back to the back wall and made your way over to the mat.

"I thought it would've been nice to see you outside of work." Your hand rubbed the back of your neck, "I kinda wanted to spend more time with you." You chuckled nervously, no real mirth behind it, before your teeth chattered together.

Peppino glanced over to the corner you were in. Noticing your uncomfortable state; huddled in the corner with your knees to your chest, you were underneath the blanket but your skin was still paler than usual. You looked pitiful, and not just from the cold.

He took a seat beside you, staring blankly across the room, at a loss on what to say. Peppino didn’t spend a lot of alone time with you, if any. It had always been at work or at get togethers that were far and few between. He had wanted to spend more time with you, too, but didn't think you would've felt the same.

"Why-a would you want to hang out with-a me"?

A blush lightly dusted your cheeks at how close he was to you. Though hopefully it was too cold to notice.

"Because I like being with you".

Peppino shivered, eyes trained onto the tile floor contemplating your words. Silently, you move one corner of the blanket off of yourself and drape the end around his shoulder. He glances over to you and is greeted by a soft smile.

You was so kind and perfect to him. You always would stop by the pizzeria just to talk. To him specifically. You gave him something to look forward to as he worked. Even as Peppino busied himself with preparing and making pizzas, he clung to every detail you shared and you always listened to him contently.

Now with how close you both were, it left him with butterflies in his stomach. Just his arm brushing against yours sent a pleasant warmth through him to the back of his neck. Peppino wished he had more to talk about, but with how close you both were had him too nervous to say anything.

"Why did they lock you in here too?" you muttered after another shiver wracked your body. "I thought Noisette did it to me to get revenge for not going out Saturday".

Peppino said nothing to you, offering a small shrug. He had a sneaking suspicion on the "Why" at this point. As if The Noise hadn't alluded to that enough when he confronted Peppino, threatening him to show up for that get together.

As he felt you shudder again, an idea popped into his head, but he hesitated, uncertain if it was a good idea. You were both freezing, you especially however. Scooting closer to you, Peppino gave you an awkward smile. “If you-a want, we can share the blanket and I can-a keep you warm"?

You peered at him, unsure you heard Peppino correctly. As seconds dragged on his expression wavered to a slightly more anxious one. Before he could move away you tugged at his arm to stop him. You drew back the blanket, letting it fall over your waist and legs before pressing yourself against his side. Peppino tossed his arm around your shoulders and brought you as close as he could.

You sighed, snuggling deeper into his arms, your own arm coming to lay across his stomach as you tried to cling to and absorb the warmth. Moving the blanket so it covered you both, Peppino wrapped his arms around you. “Better?” he asked quietly.

You gave a content hum as you pressed your head in the crook of his neck. He smelled nice -fresh- as if he had just gotten out of the shower, with a hint of his familiar scent too.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled, letting your head rest against his shoulder.

Without thinking, Peppino drew one hand up to caress your face. You melted into his touch and the warmth of his hand. Encouraged by your response, Peppino drew his other hand up to your face as well.

As your eyes focused on his, you suddenly became aware of how close Peppino was, to where your foreheads were almost touching. You offered him a small smile.

He leaned foward and closed the distance. Your breath caught in your throat, tensing for just a moment before easing against him, your eyes fluttering shut. It was a soft lingering kiss.

His lips gently moved against yours. "I-a like you Y/N." He whispered against your lips, pressing them together once again as you smiled against him. In a silent reply you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

* * * *

Noisette smiled from the other side of the door, a deranged smile spread across her face as she turned to look at Noise. He quirked an eyebrow, looking at her across before gesturing her to stay quiet. He flinched as the kitchen door creaked open, Gustavo's head poking through. "How's it going?" He asked in a hushed tone. Noisette nodded excitedly before giving him a thumbs up.

"Come on, let's give them more privacy. We'll unlock the fridge in like ten minutes". Noise rose to his feet, motioning for Noisette to follow. "Or we just forget about them, I don't care".

"Oh you do too Theo." Noisette elbowed him in the ribs, earning a squeak followed by a glare from the man as the group left the back room. The warm air greeted them as they returned to the dining room. Noisette turned her attention to Gustavo with a smile.

"Hey Gus, can we have more garlic bread"?

"Mio dios, how much can you eat?" Gustavo muttered before ducking back into the kitchen. As he piled another plate with bread he looked back to the swing door thoughtfully.

He'd unlock the door after he gave the pair their food. Hopefully you and Peppino wouldn't be too angry when he let you both out. If it weren't for locking you both in the freezer you'd both still be pretending you didn't have feelings for each other. Now neither of you would have to pretend anymore.

💜 I LIVE!!! 💜

🍋🫐Thank you everyone for your continued patience with me as I've staggered out of writers block! Here's hoping there will be a few new fics out in the future in the upcoming weeks 🫐🍋

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soemthingsparkly · 3 months

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hello! I just finished reading the most recent chapter of your Hermitcraft Coffee Co. fic, and I would LOVE to see the deleted scenes you mentioned in the notes at the beginning of the chapter! I'm loving this AU btw, it's so good! :))

Hi Hi Hi!!!! Just to let you know, I am vibrating with exitement because of this. LET ME FETCH ONE.

AND THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING THE FIC THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY. :D <33

The Hermit Coffee Co. Chapter 10 Deleted Scene: Short King Squad

“Oh, sorry, my bad, my bad,” he says, and then leans into Mumbo and stage-whispers, “Jeez, these nerdy frat boys are so sensitive.”

Mumbo slides his gaze towards Grian, to find the man staring back with mischief.

“I’m not going to bite, G,” he says, causing Grian to break out in a delighted grin.

“Oh, but you want to,” Grian teases. “And that’s almost just as good.”

Mumbo rolls his eyes, which makes Grian laugh again and both are too distracted by each other to notice the look that Tango and Impulse exchange.

[CUT]

Tango reaches over and takes his phone back. “I sketched them up last night after work. It was actually Grian here that inspired me with his little…” Tango wiggled his fingers in the direction of Grian’s wrist. “Friendship bracelet.”

Grian’s expression sours and he tucks both hands under the table. “It’s not a friendship bracelet.”

“But you do match with Jimmy and Joel, don’t you?” Mumbo asks, pressing a finger to his chin. Grian’s eyes glint and the corner of his lips twitch in amusement.

It makes things easier again and the discomfort in Mumbo subsides a little.

Tango is wearing a joyous smile at this interaction. “Aka, bracelets that signify your friendship, also known as… friendship bracelets.”

Grian huffs and rolls his eyes, which makes Mumbo chuckle in delight. Without much prior thought, Mumbo snakes his arm around Grian’s shoulders and pulls him into his side for a brief squeeze.

“It's okay, G, the friendship bracelet isn't embarrassing,” Mumbo says, ruffling his hand through Grian’s mop of styled chestnut locks. “It’s the fact that it says Bad Boy that really makes people cringe.”

Grian cackles at that and Mumbo feels a warm surge of pride, even when Grian pushes him off.

Tango clicks his tongue.

“Actually, Mumbo, Grian, I think you’ll find that cringe culture is dead and the concept of “coolness” is a social construction that exists within the insecure to alienate others."

Impulse takes a sip of his beer and shrugs one shoulder.

“I don’t know, T, that sounds a little like an argument someone uncool might make.”

Grian snickers and Tango points an orange painted fingernail in Impulse’s direction. He grins and says, “Be quiet, or no hoodie for you.”

Impulse mimes locking his lips.

“Careful, mate,” Mumbo says with a wink and returns his arm to resting comfortably on the back of Grian’s chair. “You don't want your custom nerd hoodie on the line.”

“It’s cool to be a nerd now, actually,” Tango mutters, folding his napkin into a neatly tucked triangle.

Zedaph pats his shoulder. “Don’t worry, T, you're almost 30. You don't have to worry about being cool anymore.”

Tango grimaces. “I’m 27! That's not almost 30.”

Grian mock-gasps. “Woah, I didn't realise you were so old, Tango. You don’t look a day over 15.”

Having just taken a sip of his drink, Mumbo quickly brings a hand to his mouth to stop himself from spitting it out or choking.

“When’s your growth spurt due, by the way?” Grian asks and Zedaph barks a laugh at that.

Tango, clearly enjoying himself, jabs an accusing finger in Grian’s direction. “Hey now, don't you start. Where’s your step-stool, shorty?”

“Oh, I leant it to Bdubs.”

“I HEARD THAT,” comes a shout from the other end of the table and that draws a pure cackle of delight from Tango.

“Nice one, G,” he says, swiping a finger across his lower lid, before holding his fist out to Grian.

After the briefest hesitation, Grian leans forward across Mumbo and brushes his knuckles against Tango’s.

He doesn't sit quite so far back on his return and ends up neatly tucked up against Mumbo’s side.

[END]

It's not super polished, but I did enjoy writing Grian and Tango joining forces to bully Bdubs, so I'm very glad you asked to see it :D I hope you enjoyed it!

Thank you for stopping by, it means a lot to me! <3

#The Hermit Coffee Co. Deleted Scene #The Hermit Coffee Co.#Jaz answers #Jaz writes #paint-in-flames

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 8̶ 7 - Fisting

Pairing: Dave York x wife f!Reader

Rating: E (explicit smut 18+ only!)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: ……fisting. Also: mentions of watching porn, passing mentions of other kinks, use of restraints, Dave’s filthy mouth, degradation, PIV sex, rough sex, spanking, soft!Dave

Summary: You and your husband share a Pornhub account to share inspiration with each other. You also have your own, personal account where you can explore the kinks you’re too embarrassed to bring up to Dave. You must have been on the wrong account when you were taking a little “alone time” last night…

A/N: I AM POSTING THIS A DAY EARLY BECAUSE I'M GOING ON VACATION TOMORROW AND I SELFISHLY WANT TO SEE THE REACTION BEFORE I GO! THANK YOU to @leslie-lyman, @honestly-shite, and @pedropascalx for being my sounding boards for ALL of Kinktober, AKA letting me spam them with screenshots every couple of hours for the past two weeks. Credit for the concept of Dave mocking you by saying his own name goes to @ezrasbirdie, whose fic rare might have ruined my life. Thank you to @absurdthirst for the amazing Prompt List!!

Masterlist | Kinktober Masterlist

It was just a matter of time.

A matter of time before you fucked up.

It's too easy, really–you have two separate accounts for the same website. It was a matter of time before you used the wrong one.

It's simple: you and your husband, Dave York, share a Pornhub account–to share videos as inspiration, to explore kinks, to watch together when Dave is pulled away for a work trip, as he often is. You also have your own account, where you can indulge in things that are a bit more niche, videos and kinks that you might not want to reenact in real life, but still really turn you on when you watch them solo. You’ve never shared them with Dave; you feel self-conscious over some of your darker tastes, not knowing what your husband would think if he knew some of the things that you watch out of sheer curiosity.

You must have been on the wrong account last night when you were taking a little “alone time” with one such video and your vibrator.

All Dave had done was to send you a screenshot via text of the offending video in your ‘liked’ page the next day while you were both at work. No accompanying words, nothing. You don't respond, too flustered and embarrassed to acknowledge your slip-up while in the office, trying to focus on your job and not the fact that Dave knows exactly what you were doing last night while he was working late.

That evening, you walk in the door with your heart in your throat. Dave is at the sink, loading the dishwasher, when he turns and fixes you with a look that is equal parts amused and challenging.

You know what the first words out of his mouth are going to be before he says them.

“Extreme… fisting… compilation…” Dave murmurs, letting each word hang in the air before he moves onto the next.

“Dave, I–”

“I didn’t know you were into that,” he says quietly.

“I don’t know if I’m into it–”

“You don’t know?” Dave parrots, pouting his lips mockingly. “You must like it a little, considering you touched yourself to it last night,” he muses. “How many times did you cum?”

“How do you know I was–”

“How. Many. Times,” he repeats, lowering his voice and moving close to you to speak the question directly in your ear while you feel the heat of his body against your chest. His breath on your neck is causing goosebumps to prickle your skin.

"Th-three," you breathe, voice wavering.

"Three…" Dave muses, pretending to think. "I think you might like it."

"I-I like to watch it," you protest. "I don't know if I'd like to actually–" you trail off.

"There's only one way to find out," Dave rumbles. "And what a coincidence–you're going to find out tonight."

Dave's lips finally meet your skin for the first time that night in a tantalizingly soft brush to your neck, contrasting starkly to his words.

"Dave," you whisper, your neck instinctively craving up to allow him more space, leaning into him as you have done for years in his embrace.

"Shhh," he hushes, in an imitation of being soothing. "I was gonna make you wait until after dinner but I'm done with the pretense of waiting," Dave says darkly. "Get your ass upstairs."

—

Dave might have been unwilling to wait to get you upstairs and naked in your bed, but now that he has you here, he's taking his fucking time.

You writhe under the ministrations of a little bullet vibrator with your wrists tightly secured over your head by Dave’s belt. He edges you viciously, building you up over and over just to wrench it away at the last second until you are dripping and close to tears.

"Dave–please, Dave, fuck–"

"Tell me what you want," Dave demands.

"Dave," you whine.

"Daaave," he mocks quietly. "That's not going to work. Say the words."

You bite the inside of your cheek, irritated at his goading and hell-bent on being a brat in retribution. Not that you have any semblance of power, here–already tied to the bed and dripping onto the sheets.

"I-I want you to put your fist inside me," you finally say, cheeks burning with humiliation. "I want you to make me cum from it."

Dave pretends to be surprised, his eyebrows shooting up exaggeratedly at your words.

"Really!" he says with an exaggerated tone. "Do the ladies on the HOA board know what a depraved little slut you are?"

"Dave, please," you murmur, voice quieter as you give in to his gentle degradation.

"I'll give you what you want," Dave agrees, "if you tell me what other videos you have on that other account of yours."

You blanch. "What?"

"Don't get shy on me now, not when I'm about to stick my whole hand in this perfect cunt."

You press your lips together. You aren't just going to give him what he wants, just like that. It isn't fun unless you fight back a little.

In retaliation, Dave brings the little vibrator to your clit, edging you toward an orgasm yet again. Just before you fall, it's gone, and you sob in frustration.

"Tell me and I'll let you cum," Dave teases.

You swallow. "F-Fuck machines," you admit reluctantly.

Dave slides one finger into your aching cunt as a reward. "Good," he murmurs. "What else?"

You bite your lip. "Double penetration," you squeak. "Um, h-hypnosis."

One of Dave's eyebrows twitches subtly. He wasn't expecting that one; that had been a surprise.

"What else," Dave says gently, continuing to pump you slowly with one finger.

"That's… that's about it," you say vaguely.

The finger leaves you, and you groan.

"Let's try that again, shall we?" Dave says. "I've spent hours interrogating people for information in ways you will never know about. It's cute how you think you can lie to me."

You shiver slightly at the mention of Dave's job. He doesn't tell you much–he can't. For one, you don't have the security clearance, but the biggest reason that side of him will always be behind walls to you is that the Dave that you know, the one who loves you and speaks to you softly, who enjoys watching space documentaries and fishing and who you've seen crawling on the floor with the two girls squealing on his back–that Dave–is the one he wants, no, needs you to see.

You do know, however, that your husband is a dangerous man, someone who has done unspeakable things in the name of his country, obeying orders to kill without question. He doesn’t want you anywhere near that part of him, and while the idea that Dave York is just as deft with a gun as he is applying Hello Kitty bandages to scraped knees or fucking you until you forget your own name makes a shiver of excitement run down your spine, you are more than happy to put that Dave into a neat little box that will never be opened by you.

"Dave," you whine in protest.

Dave doesn't react, just stares at your vulnerable, restrained form below him and waits.

"N-Non-con," you mumble with a grimace, no longer meeting his eyes.

He's going to think you're insane.

Dave, for his part, cocks his head to the side and doesn't comment further–no more gentle mocking, no more humiliation. He wordlessly unbuckles the belt securing your wrists, freeing them, and slides off the bed, giving your stomach a playful kiss as he does so, and retrieves a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

"You're going to need to tell me if it's too much," Dave says, his tone far softer than it had been before.

"I will," you whisper.

You watch as Dave pours an obscene amount of lube on his hand–far more than you normally use. He holds your gaze with a smirk as he coats his hand, including his thumb, as if he's willing you to picture all of it inside you. Then, he upturns the bottle directly above your pussy and lets it drip down, and you squeak at the slightly cool sensation.

Dave holds your eyes as he slides one slick finger into your cunt, quickly moving to a second. The third is always a stretch, and you let out a little whimper as you feel him slide another finger into you, thrusting gently as you adjust.

"I don't know how this became a kink of yours," Dave remarks, his voice playful. "When this little cunt has this much trouble taking three."

He curls his fingers up and rubs against your g-spot and your whimper turns into a sudden cry of pleasure.

"Do you think you'll be able to take all of it?" Dave murmurs. "Are you going to stretch to fit me without completely breaking apart?"

You feel like that’s kind of a rhetorical question, but you nod anyway, looking up at your husband with a mixture of trust and trepidation.

“Of course you will,” Dave agrees. “Because you’re my perfect girl, aren’t you?”

His tone of voice is smug and arrogant, but the praise–and the affection in his eyes as he teases you–makes you preen..

"Aren't you," Dave repeats, arching one eyebrow and dropping the smirk and giving you a stern pout. Of course–he expects you to answer.

"Yes," you say quickly.

Only then does he begin to slide his fourth finger into your pussy with the other three.

It's a lot, with those thick fingers of his–but you're pretty sure he's had four inside you before, and you know you can take it. You can take it, you can take more.

Already, he's creating so much pressure inside you, curling all of his fingers against your wall and rubbing back and forth as he works you open. There's so much pressure on your g-spot already that you think you might cum. Your hips rise off of the bed slightly as you clench and grind against his hand.

"No, no," Dave tuts, easing off with his fingers. "Not until it's all in there."

You nod rapidly, trying desperately to be good for your husband and not cum until he says. You relax your hips, willing them not to lock into place before Dave says it's okay.

Dave hunches down over you, propping himself up on one elbow, his hand gently cupping the back of your neck as his thumb starts to tease around your entrance.

"I want you to look at me," Dave says, his voice low and quiet.

Your eyes flick up to meet his, and you feel the pinch of his thumb sliding into your cunt to join the rest of his fingers.

"That's it," Dave rumbles softly. "Fuck, look at you."

His hand keeps moving, entering you even further, and your body instinctively tries to shy away, to close up, but Dave shushes you quietly.

"Relax," he says. "Breathe. You need to relax for me, honey. You can take it, let me in."

Your chest heaves with effort as you try to do what Dave says. He doesn't stop; his hand keeps inching further inside of you, so slowly that he's barely moving, but you can feel the change inside you until he hits the very end of you.

"Dave," you breathe. "Dave, Dave, Dave–"

"I know," he murmurs, his lips hovering just above your face as he watches every little expression flit across your face. "My perfect girl, you're taking all of me, aren't you? Greedy little slut. You need my whole fucking hand? I'll give it to you. Knowing you, you'll beg for it in your ass next, won't you?"

You press your lips together and whine, shaking your head 'no.'

Dave chuckles. "Aw, what's wrong, sweetheart? Is this too much? Is having my fist in your cunt too much for you?"

You quickly shake your head again. God, you need to cum. There's so much pressure on your g-spot, but it's not enough, you need him to rub back and forth, you need–

"I guess it's too much for this tiny little pussy," Dave mocks, "since you can't even use your words. I guess I'll have to stop–"

"No!" you cry immediately, making Dave laugh outright.

"Then tell me," he demands. "Tell me to fuck this perfect cunt with my fist."

"F-fuck me with your fist…" you say weakly.

Dave's hand around the back of your neck squeezes ever so slightly. "That's not what I told you to tell me. C'mon," he teases. "Apparently you watch some depraved shit online and get off on it. Surely you can tell me to fuck this perfect little cunt."

"Fuck my cunt with–"

Dave arches his eyebrow, and the pressure on the sides of your neck increases.

"Fuck my perfect cunt with your fist, Dave," you try again. "Please. Fuck my perfect cunt with your fist until I cum, please, I need it. I need to cum."

"So pretty when you beg, sweetheart," Dave says darkly, and his hand starts to move in and out of you. "You do have a perfect cunt, and you should say it. Be fucking proud of it. Fuck, it's squeezing my hand so tight, you know that? It's given me two little girls and here it is, still barely able to take me."

Dave sits up, both to see the mess he's making of you and for better leverage. His fingers–all of them– expertly find your g-spot and start to rub back and forth.

"And now it's gonna squirt for me, isn't it?" he continues. "This perfect cunt is gonna get me all wet. Say it," he barks.

“It’s–I’m gonna–”

“No,” Dave corrects. “‘My perfect cunt is gonna get you all wet.’ Say it.”

“My–my perfect cunt is gonna get–get you–”

The dam breaks, and your back arches off of the bed with the force of it. Everything clamps down, the overwhelming pressure of Dave’s fist finally breaking something inside of you. You cum harder than you’ve ever cummed in your life, thanks to Dave’s thick fingers pressing up. Your release splashes out around his fist, soaking the bed, the insides of your things, and Dave.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Dave groans. “Good fucking girl.”

He withdraws his fist and you’re left empty, a wet, trembling mess on the bed.

“I’ve gotta have you,” Dave says as he fumbles with his pants, haste and desperation coloring his words. “Tell me I can fuck you.” He’s lost his edge of command, that controlled, sometimes clinical way in which he speaks to you. The words are a demand, yes, but if you close your eyes, it sounds like he’s begging.

Your cunt is still twitching pitifully as you nod. Somehow, after all of that, you want more. You always want more of Dave.

Dave doesn’t answer, just yanks his cock out of his tight boxer briefs and thrusts home, sliding effortlessly into you from your previous release. He fucks you roughly, his cock hammering on something that even his fist couldn’t reach. His fist was brutal, yes, but something about the way his hips snap into yours is ruthless. Your head rolls back and you surrender to the feeling, moaning loudly into the room.

“Fucking insatiable, aren’t you?” Dave teases. “My fist wasn’t enough for you, now you want my cock?”

“Yes,” you pant, barely able to get the words out over the force of his thrusts.

“Then take it,” Dave gravels through clenched teeth. “Take it, fucking–take it for me, take it–”

You’re going to cum again–you can feel it. All you need is a little more, a different angle, his hand on your clit, something.

“Dave,” you cry out desperately. “Dave, I need–fuck, I need–”

“Turn over,” Dave barks. “Ass in the air.” He pulls out abruptly and slaps your hip a couple of times for emphasis. You scramble, getting on your knees, your chest pressing into the bed, presenting yourself to him. His hands grip the flesh of your ass roughly as he punches back into you, making you wail into the covers.

“You wanna cum, huh?” Dave teases. “You always cum so fast like this, don’t you?”

A sharp spank on one cheek when you don’t answer. “Don’t you?”

“Yes!” you squeal in response. “Yes, Dave–fuck, it’s–I’m gonna–”

Another rough spank on the other cheek sends you higher, so close to the path of no return that–

“Again,” you beg your husband. “Again, again–”

Dave indulges you, giving your ass a few more sharp slaps that you know are going to make you red. Good. It never fails to cause you to fall, and this time is no exception. You sob into the bed as you cum again, prolonged by Dave’s punishing thrusts.

“Good girl,” Dave murmurs, lost in pleasure. “Good girl, perfect–” His hips stutter as he cums with a deep groan of your name.

A switch flips, and Dave’s grip on your hip becomes a light caress, a comforting touch as he gently withdraws from your aching cunt. You pitch forward onto your stomach with a sated sigh and roll over on your back to look up at Dave.

“Fuck, the sheets,” you murmur tiredly as your leg catches on the wet material.

“In a minute,” Dave rumbles softly. “Come here.”

He moves to the other side of the bed and pulls you with him, folding you into his body and cradling you in his warmth. When you’d first met him, you didn’t imagine that Dave York was much of a cuddler after sex. You’d been proven wrong again and again, but even as the years have passed, your heart still soars with affection when the man who faces the rest of the world with hard eyes and clenched jaw positively melts for you.

Dave hums softly in contentment and buries his face in your neck, nipping lightly at the skin.

“Extreme… fisting… compilation,” he murmurs playfully into your skin.

“Stop it,” you scold, rocking your hips against him.

“Why don’t you tell me?” Dave asks quietly. “About the videos you’re apparently too embarrassed to watch on our account. I didn’t know.”

You suck a breath in. “I don’t know,” you respond. “I guess because I’m just… exploring, you know? There’s lots of stuff that I like to watch, but I don’t think I’d like to do it in real life.”

Dave hums thoughtfully, and you can feel the vibration on your skin. “Then why don’t we watch them together, and you can tell me what parts you do like,” he suggests. “I want to know this stuff about you.”

“Even the weird shit?” you ask quietly.

“Especially the weird shit,” your husband answers with a smile.

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