#if it escapes containment it gets fucking everywhere and it’s impossible to get rid of

[los-plantalones]

reblog to share some mint with your followers. just don't let it escape containment, okay?

#mint #peppermint #herbs #plants #transparent png #transparent background #plantblr #mint is to gardens what glitter is to craft areas #if it escapes containment it gets fucking everywhere and it’s impossible to get rid of

[archangeldyke-all]

my first request without anon, cause I feel brave today

that is gonna be so fluff, what do you think about making some targets for family (celebrating Christmas) and reader use glitter and sev is complaining cause is messy HSHSH and the tap just pops, Flys idk who say this and just sevika in glitter reader in glitter everything in glitter

I just think this can be soooo cute

like they laugh and that hah

thanksss🫶🏻🫶🏻

ahahhahaa i loveee glitter this is perfect.

men and minors dni

it's a sunday, and you and sevika are getting ready for the week ahead.

with the holidays coming up, you're assembling gifts and envelopes and holidays greetings cards for all you and sev's friends and family. you've taken over sevika's home office, and every surface is covered in wrapping paper, gifts, cards, and bows.

sevika's doing her weekly vacuum around the house, collecting the dust and crumbs that gathered over the week.

you're so distracted by your work and the christmas music playing throughout the office, that you don't notice when the whir of the vacuum stops.

you don't notice sevika's approaching footsteps, or the click of the office door as she swings it open.

you're trying to open a bottle of glitter to sprinkle on top of the dollop of glue you've placed over all your greeting card's rudolph's noses. just for a little extra pizzazz.

sevika catches you red handed, literally.

"hey babe, you wanna get take out fr-- oh, fuck no!" she says as she catches you. you glance up from behind her desk.

"what?" you ask, innocently batting your eyes.

sevika hates glitter. she hates how it gets everywhere, how it's impossible to get rid of, how it clings to everything for weeks and weeks and weeks.

"you know what, where did you even get that?! i thought i threw out all your glitter!" she huffs as she storms over to the desk, trying to snatch the container out of your hands. you squeal and take off and sevika chuckles as she chases after you.

"you did throw all my glitter out, and you broke my heart in the process!" you say as you enter the kitchen. sevika laughs.

"so you decided to buy more? knowing how much i hate that shit?"

"i didn't think you'd catch me!" you pout as you sevika backs you up into a corner. "i just want to make rudolph's nose sparkle!"

"i can't believe you." she says as she reaches forward to grab the bottle. you keep your grip on it, and you and sevika enter a tug of war with the bottle. "let go!" she laughs. you huff.

"but i already put all the glue on the cards so now it'll just be globby glue instead of beautiful shimmering red on his nose! hasn't rudolph already been through enough, being bullied all his life?"

sevika laughs and swoops in to kiss you. "you're cute." she mumbles against your lips. you sigh and smile, your grip on the glitter relaxing.

except, sevika hasn't relaxed her grip. so when you let go, the glitter tube that had been crushed in your shared struggle suddenly pops back into its original shape.

and as it pops back, the cap flies off.

a cloud of dazzling, sparkling glitter fills your kitchen.

and then it settles.

sevika is covered in red glitter. head to toe. you gawk at her. she takes a deep breath.

"that did not just happen." she whispers.

you burst into laughter as you reach up to brush some glitter away from your wife's face. sevika's frozen, like if she moves it'll somehow make the glitter worse.

"'s what you get for bein' a grinch!" you faux scold as you continue to laugh and brush your wife clean. she huffs a chuckle, and a puff of glitter escapes from between her lips. this makes you double over, giving up your task to grab onto the counter top as laughter over takes you.

sevika's silently giggling too, you can tell from the way her stomach's twitching and her shoulders are bobbing. when you finally right yourself again and you meet her eyes, you both burst into another round of laughter.

"it's not funny!" sevika says through her giggles. you sputter. "i just vacuumed." she pouts. you lean forward to press a kiss to her lips, cringing as the teeny tiny grains of glitter coat your lips.

sevika wraps her arms around you and pulls you towards her. you squeak and struggle in her grasp, but it's futile, and soon she's got you in a bear hug, all the glitter on her body now clinging to yours too. you groan in her arms but wrap your arms around her anyways.

"you're lucky you're cute." sevika mumbles. you laugh.

"lemme go get the hairdryer, it'll blow all this off." you say. sevika nods, but doesn't let go of you yet. instead, she leans forward and kisses you again.

"love you, you maniac." she whispers against your lips. you chuckle.

"love you too, rudolph." you say. sevika groans and smacks your ass.

"fucker. you're vacuuming this." she says. you roll your eyes and pout.

"fine. but i get to use what's left in the jar on the cards." you say. sevika huffs and rolls her eyes, but relents.

"fine." she grumbles. you grin and kiss her again.

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

[unforth]

What I think a lot of antis misunderstand about the message of someone like me - as someone outspokenly pro-ship and pro-kink is...

Everyone is within their right to want to protect themselves from content that makes them uncomfortable! If you're a minor, and you don't want adults to interact with you? That's a reasonable boundary to set! Boundaries, in general, are usually healthy, appropriate, and even necessary (not always, of course, but most of the time!). Heck, I am pro-basically-everything, but I still set boundaries, and there's lots of content I support the existence of without ever having any desire to interact with myself. Like. Ever. EVER. You do you but I'll be over here, having nothing to do with it, thanks. I'm anti-censorship, and pro-fiction-is-fiction, period.

So, when people like me roll our eyes and go, "God, why are all these people making ridiculous DNIs? Don't they know how pointless this is?" we're not saying "Don't set boundaries."

You absolutely should set boundaries, for your mental health, comfort, and protection.

We're saying - okay, well, maybe I shouldn't speak for everyone - but, I'm saying, "why are people who only feel comfortable within such narrow boundaries on a website like Tumblr?"

This is the fucking anti-boundaries website! It has reblogging functions you CAN'T TURN OFF. The instant your post leaves your blog? You lose all control over it! Even if you delete the original, you can NEVER get rid of those reblogs! So if you don't want certain types of people interacting with you? Short of hard-wiring that information into the very nature of the post (like, as an enormous watermark that covers your entire piece of artwork) you will never, on Tumblr, be able to set your boundaries, enforce those boundaries, and have them respected.

It's impossible, and it's not because everyone on Tumblr is selfish, or mean, or disrespecting you personally. It has absolutely nothing to do with you! The vast majority of Tumblr users see something they like - and like it for any of a million or more different reasons - and then reblog it without every considering the existence of the original poster beyond MAYBE noticing their username at the top of the post.

They won't check your DNI.

They won't know your squicks.

They won't remember your triggers.

Tumblr is not, nor will it ever be, a safe space.

You cannot, and will never be able to, control the behavior of the Tumblr userbase in the interest of protecting your own personal limits.

It is impossible to set and maintain personal boundaries on Tumblr.

People who say, "god, why do people have these DNIs" aren't saying, "you should be comfortable with everything and if you're not how DARE you," we're saying, "there is a fundamental mis-match between your desire to set boundaries, on the one hand, and the social media platform you've chosen, on the other."

There ARE platforms where it's possible to set boundaries. Discord, Pillowfort, Wordpress, even Facebook, have more functionality for any given individual regulating who interacts with created content and how they can interact.

THIS IS NOT THAT PLATFORM.

If you want to be able to strictly police your boundaries, you are in the wrong fucking place. Anything you post on here, could, at any time, wildly escape containment, get taken entirely out of context, end up on the blog of a domme, or a furry, or a parent, or your grandmother, or, or, or.

If you want to have strict control of your content, your blog, and who you interact with?

You should not be on Tumblr.

You are just setting yourself up to get hurt...and then you blame everyone else when it happens, even though the issue is the mis-match caused by your decision to be on a website that is a total free-for all. YOU CHOSE TO BE HERE, and then you get mad...at the people already here...for not conforming to your expectations. That's a YOU problem, not an everyone else problem. It's like you barged into a Pride parade and went, "Wait why are all these queer people here? And why is there a Parade? I'd rather just hang out with my own friends in a much smaller event CALL OF THE PARADE I DON'T LIKE IT." You sound like a child, and an idiot. Congrats, there are clowns at the circus, what a shock! If you didn't want the queers, if you didn't want the clowns, if you didn't want strangers interacting with you, if you wanted to set and maintain boundaries, then you failed the instant you came on Tumblr. Tumblr is not a website designed for this. End of story.

Have safe spaces. Set boundaries. I encourage you. Heck, I beg you. Having places you feel safe and surrounding yourself with people who respect your boundaries is stupidly important, no matter how young or old you are, how vanilla or kink, how anti- or pro-ship. But it cannot be done it here, and the expectation that it CAN is what so often leads people who are actually behaving like bullies to believe themselves to be victims.

So, like, if this describes you? If you want strict boundaries, and to have certain types of people not interact with you?

The best thing you can do is leave Tumblr, and find your communities elsewhere.

I promise, everyone will be happier if you do.

(and before you say, "but all the things I want are also on Tumblr!" it is...so stupidly easy to make a message board, or create a Discord server. I'm not saying don't have fandom spaces that suit you! I'm not saying you don't belong in fandom! On the contrary, PLEASE do things that bring you joy - but do it in a way you're comfortable with! You're entitled! You deserve it! And you will never be able to here! EVER. This is NOT that space, and you and those who feel as you do should create your own. For your OWN safety, first and foremost, because you deserve a space where your boundaries are respected. And you can't here. This website is explicitly designed to prevent bloggers from being able to protect their boundaries! Expecting your boundaries to be expected here is like going to a field of wildflowers and saying, "ONLY queen anne's lace here all other flowers DNI" and being shocked and personally offended when there'sother flowers all over the fucking place. You can't control what flowers are in the field. Tumblr is a field of weeds and they will grow like crazy, everywhere, no matter what you try to do to stop them. Because that's Tumblr's nature. So STOP TRYING. Go somewhere that you CAN prevent that, and tada, you'll be safe!)

#unforth rambles #i saw something that made me salty #and ended up spending 20 minutes writing this instead of doing any of the billion things i should be doing #antis are herbicide in the tumblr wildflower field #if you don't want weeds get out of the meadow #go some place where you actually CAN control the growth #pot a plant #put it by your window #cultivate it and protect it #you'll be happier #and you'll be safer #and so will all the weeds you cut down for absolutely no fucking reason #i'm so tired #ya'll can reblog this is you want #if it leads antis to me then i'll deal #if i'm lucky they'll just block me #if i'm super lucky maybe they'll even fucking listen #and stop expecting rain to be snow #or the wild flowers to stop growing #you came to the circus and shock there are clowns here

[georgiabread]

dust off your wings

summary: simon snow used to slay dragons. who would have thought he’d be afraid of moths?

rating: T

word count: 2425

ao3 link: dust off your wings

SIMON

I’m not saying I don’t care about the environment, but if all species of moths died out, I wouldn’t be upset about it.

I certainly don’t need them around. Especially when I’m half-asleep on the sofa watching Lord of the Rings. I might’ve had a nap. I know Penny’s studying in her bedroom and Baz – well, he left to get a drink (of blood) earlier, but I think he wanted to go home. I don’t expect him to come back. But now I can’t have that nap.

Because there’s a ginormous moth – probably the size of my face – chilling on the wall below the window. I know it’s the size of my face because one time, a moth flew right into me while I was searching for Baz in the Catacombs. I had just swung my torch round a corner, and one of those manky sods hurled itself out of the dark and nearly went in my mouth. Screamed blue murder, I did, before I legged it to the exit.

Right now, I’m seriously considering doing the same thing. Realistically, I should just leave it alone. Or scoop it up and put it outside. Or kill it. If I still had magic, I could kill it. I was absolutely rubbish at casting spells, though – I’d probably create more moths.

I try to let Lord of the Rings distract me, but the moth hovers in my peripheral vision like it’s a threat and I can’t loosen my shoulders. I can’t just leave it there. Merlin and fucking Morgana…

Frustration flares up in my chest, and suddenly I’m standing, the TV on pause. I pick an empty bowl from the floor (I ate all the salt and vinegar crisps) and scowl at this dastardly thing in my house. My feet won’t move me any closer, though. I feel awfully exposed without a shirt or shoes. Bugs are easier to fight when you’re wearing shoes, I reckon.

I creep forward anyway, holding the bowl to my chest like a shield instead of the trap it’s supposed to be. The moth just sits there. All I need to do is get the dish on top of it, right? I can figure out the rest later. I sort of jerk towards it, but I don’t actually go all the way. Fuck, I’m not getting anywhere. I’m fucking useless. Why can’t I just –?

I let out a sharp growl and launch the dish at the moth. And I miss it completely. The bowl clatters on the floor, and the moth jumps off the wall and right into my face again. I shriek, scrambling away, trying to strike it and then – well, I fucking vault over the sofa, don’t I? Wings flaring and everything.

I look up after regaining my balance, and the moth is gone.

That’s when I hear the squeal of the door hinge, and I swivel around. Baz is standing on the threshold, gaping. He looks like he just witnessed an attack from the Humdrum. There’s colour in his cheeks again.

‘What the fuck just happened?’ he asks.

BAZ

Usually, I wouldn’t put it past Simon Snow to treat his furniture like hurdles. He’s boisterous. He’s a child with a sugar rush. And without his magic, he always needs an avenue to channel all that stifled energy. Just...not recently.

Recently, that energy has festered away in his bones, trapped and sweaty for as long as he’s spent lying on the sofa. It’s like he doesn’t want it to go anywhere. Like if he lets it escape, he’s losing his magic all over again.

So, yes, it baffles me when I walk into the room to find him bouncing off the cushions and lifting empty snack packets in the thrust of his wings.

It’s nice to see colour in his cheeks, though.

Snow crosses his arms over his bare chest and slouches awkwardly against the back of the sofa. He doesn’t look as nonchalant as he’s trying to be.

‘Baz,’ he says, messing with his already-dishevelled hair. ‘I thought you were going back to your apartment?’

I frown. ‘I told you I was getting a drink.’

‘Well, yeah. But I thought –’

I’m not having this conversation right now. ‘Can you answer my question? What did I just walk into?’

‘Oh – nothing. I just, um, I needed to stretch my wings.’ He sprawls them out across the air as if to drive his point home.

‘And you found it necessary to leap over the furniture?’

He nods a little too fast. Crowley, he’s thick.

‘Are you sure you weren’t rushed by a magickal creature or something?’ It’s likely – to some dark creatures, Simon’s sacrifice made him no less of an enemy.

‘Yes, I’m sure. I’m fine if that’s what you’re worried about,’ he scoffs.

I catch the way his gaze sprints around the room. He’s clearly not fine. He’s on his guard, but for what, I’ve no idea.

(It’s stupid, yet) I wonder if it’s me.

My jaw tightens, and I shrug off my coat to give my hands something to hold. ‘Well, I’m not worried, so I think I’ll –’

As I turn, something black quivers to my right. Before I can react, I realise it’s just a moth. Snow, however, hisses a bunch of curse words and flings himself to the far end of the sofa.

‘Snow, what on earth?’ I follow his gaze, and the moth settles on a lampshade. ‘Oh.’ My eyebrow quirks. ‘So that was the magickal creature threatening your safety.’

‘The – what?’ Snow splutters. ‘The moth? Come on, that’s tosh. It wasn’t threatening me – I’m not – I don’t even –’

I’m smirking now. ‘You know they’re harmless, right? All they do is bump into walls.’

‘Of course I know. You’re acting like I’m bloody terrified of ‘em.’

‘Aren’t you?’

Snow juts his chin out, fists like dumbbells at his hips. ‘No,’ he spits.

‘No?’ I peer at him, sifting through all that heat and flinty resolve. He’s trying to make this a challenge. He’ll only admit defeat if I don’t take him up on it, so I shrug. ‘Alright. I’ll take your word for it,’ I say, slinging my coat over the sofa, meandering towards the armchair.

Snow’s tail thumps against his trackie bottoms as I collapse into the seat. I slide my phone out of my pocket and pretend to look distracted. The moth sits on the lamp.

‘Baz,’ he says.

I settle deep into the grey cushions.

‘Baz.’ Again, but louder.

‘Hmm?’

‘Baz, I’m not –’ He huffs.

I glance up, and his eyes touch on the moth for half a second.

‘They just bother me,’ he finally pushes out. ‘They’re always flying around like they’re having a fucking fit, especially with those huge, noisy wings. Absolutely bonkers, they are. And they leave dust everywhere. I’m sick of it.’

I don’t smile, but the urge is fierce. ‘That’s an awfully strong vendetta against moths. Can’t you leave them to absorb their light in peace?’

‘If they’re so obsessed with light, why don’t they just fly into the fucking sun?’

‘They’re nocturnal, Snow,’ I deadpan. ‘Ever seen a moth during the day?’

He frowns like we’re back in Magic Words and I’ve just told him it’s I couldn’t care less, not I could care less. Then he looks at the moth again. ‘They probably wouldn’t be as scary if they came out at daytime,’ he mutters.

‘So you are afraid of moths,’ I announce, springing forward on an armrest.

‘No, I just –’ Snow bristles. I can almost hear the words crashing together in his mouth before they burst out. ‘Okay. Yeah. I am fucking afraid, alright? I’m scared of moths. Isn’t that a bloody laugh? Simon fucking Snow is afraid of bugs. You happy now?’

Cold guilt plunges down my spine. I dig my nails into the upholstery, and Snow’s heavy breathing loiters after his words. He’s watching the moth again. Crowley, I had no idea he would – I didn’t think it would be about this.

I stand up, aiming for the kitchen, and Snow meets my eyes. ‘I can get rid of it, if you want,’ I say casually.

He hesitates, and then shrugs.

Somewhere under the breakfast bar, there’s a cupboard stacked with plastics. I snatch a wide container. If I wanted to, I could easily send the moth outside with a teleportation spell and be done with it. But using magic in this apartment is like walking through a minefield – one misstep and Simon detonates. (Not like he used to, but that doesn’t mean there’s no collateral damage).

‘I can understand where the fear comes from,’ I say, moving back towards the lamp. ‘They are a bit erratic.’

Snow shrugs again. ‘Yeah.’

‘Too bad humans invented electricity and ruined their flight paths.’

‘I thought light was good for them.’

‘Not artificial light – they need the moon to guide them. They’re quite similar to magickal moths, except those are about three times bigger.’

‘Oh, fuck.’

I can’t help giggling. ‘Relax, Snow. They feed on the dark instead of light, so you’ll only find them in caves and such.’

‘Oh. Right.’ He tugs on a thatch of hair, grinning sheepishly.

I roll my eyes. Simon Snow is an impossible wonder. He used to slay dragons. ‘Come here, you numpty,’ I say, shaking my head.

‘What?’

‘I said, come here.’

I’m standing by the lamp, open container at the ready. Simon’s wings, not quite tucked away, waver in the space around his arms as he inches towards me.

‘Here, look. You have to be gentle.’ I sink the container around the moth and slide the lid underneath. Snow’s got his shoulders all bunched up, and he’s hissing, but the wings of the moth barely flutter as it clambers neatly into the box.

I twist around, and my heart hits my ribcage. Snow’s closer than I realised. He smells like Pringles and dirty laundry, but I can feel his warmth, and I’ve missed it. I’ve missed him. I swallow, holding up the container. ‘Want to see?’ I murmur.

Snow grumbles in his throat before taking the plastic in his fingers. He’s giving the moth one of his move-once-and-I’ll-break-your-neck looks (not that moths have necks). But his wings ease around his shoulders.

‘Why is the body so thick, though?’ he blurts.

‘Crowley, enough with the harassment. The moth has done nothing to deserve this.’

‘It launched itself into my bloody face!’

‘That was your fault, I gather.’

‘It was threatening me.’

‘Well, we’ve trapped it now. If you release it outside, you won’t be intimidated by its thick body ever again.’

‘Fuck off, Baz.’ There’s laughter in his voice as he turns away. He manages to reach the balcony before he hesitates. ‘So I just – what, I just chuck it over the railing?’

I stand at the door and watch him. Dusky wind catches in his curls, and they bounce across his forehead. His eyes are unsure, but his wings cradle his figure. He looks lovely. ‘You’re exactly right,’ I say.

‘But what if it flies back in?’

‘Trust me, it won’t.’

Snow nods, almost trying to convince himself. Then it happens in a rush: he tears off the lid, hurls the moth into the night, scampers off the balcony and shoves the door closed.

I raise an eyebrow.

‘What?’ he wheezes. ‘That was well easy.’

I can hear his blood churning. ‘I didn’t say it wasn’t.’

Snow perches himself on the arm of the sofa, and all the excess tension drains from his shoulders. His eyes fall shut.

When they open, we’re left with something different. An old tension. The kind that sloshes around your ankles and ferments between your toes. I scrape my hair off my face, searching the room for my next words.

Snow beats me to it. ‘Well, the moth’s gone. You should probably go home soon,’ he says. ‘It’s getting kinda late.’

His words dig right between my lungs. I try to meet his eyes, but he won’t look at me. ‘Do you want me to?’ I ask.

He swallows.

And because she has a penchant for interrupting serious moments, Bunce gusts into the room like a hurricane and says, ‘Basil, you’re back! Are you staying for dinner? You might as well, I was going to make cheese toasties.’

(Snow suddenly looks interested.)

‘Although I need to finish studying first,’ Bunce goes on. ‘I just wanted to check in, ‘cause I heard some commotion earlier, but I don’t think it registered in my brain until just now.’

‘We’re okay, Bunce.’

‘We got attacked by goblins again.’

Bunce snorts, pushes her fingers up under her glasses and rubs her eyes. ‘Okay. I’m going back under. Don’t hurt yourselves.’

She closes the door when she leaves.

I look at Snow. ‘Does she know about –?’

‘No. Shut up.’

‘Hold on – I’m the first person you’ve told. This is new for you.’

Snow groans sharply and drops back into the sofa. ‘D’you ever get tired of being such a sod?’ he mutters.

‘Of course not. That’s my only desirable trait.’

He scoffs and I sink into the cushions beside him. He’s frowning at the ceiling.

I want to sweep my fingers through his curls. I think he’d let me. ‘Hey. You’re allowed to be frightened of things, you know,’ I murmur, brushing his fringe out of his eyes. ‘Even things that don’t seem frightening. I think it would be somewhat unfair if you weren’t.’

There’s a trail of silence before Simon pushes himself upright. He gnaws on his bottom lip. And then he asks, ‘What are you scared of?’

I turn and gaze at him, all of him. There’s so much of Simon Snow left behind, and yet there’s almost nothing. I know exactly what I’m scared of. I’m drowning in it.

‘Wasps,’ I say.

He huffs out a laugh. ‘That’s fair.’

Our shoulders are touching. I want to touch more of him – his hands, his face, his lips. I’m not sure he’d let me.

Instead, I turn my eyes to the TV. ‘What are you watching?’ I ask.

‘The Fellowship of the Ring,’ he says.

‘Oh, Merlin. What part are you up to?’

‘Gandalf’s trapped in the tower. I think he’s trying to make the eagles come save him – by talking to a fucking moth.’

I snicker. ‘Would you talk to a moth to save me?’ I ask.

‘Nah. Already got wings, haven’t I?’ Simon gives me a half-smile, and he’s always been right here. His ankle knocks gently against mine. ‘I’ll save you myself.’

#snowbaz #carry on #wayward son #snowbaz fanfiction #fluff #humor #hurt/comfort #fear #simon snow

[pynches]

risk it all (for you) ch1

summary: when adam and ronan try to protect the only openly gay kid at aglionby, they find themselves in a fake relationship they need to keep up

word count: 1503

tw: homophobic slurs by an original character, very mild violence

ao3

For a split second, Adam wondered if there would ever be a day that Ronan didn’t fight somebody. If there ever would be, then today is definitely not that day. 
As Adam ran closer, he could make out Ronan’s tense form, hauling a startled Preston Windsor by the shirt and slamming him against the nearby wall. A sickening crack sounded, that Adam recognised as a broken bone and watched him crumple to the ground.

“What the fuck, Lynch?”

Normally Adam wasn’t one to intervene, that was Gansey’s job, but Gansey was busy doing his presidential stuff and Ronan was one fight away from expulsion.

Ronan’s fist, already halfway raised, stopped in mid-air. He didn’t pull back but it was already more than Adam expected. When Ronan got into a fight, it was almost impossible to pull Ronan back. He often looked like a man possessed, only sated when it was sure he had won. It never scared Adam, though. Ronan wouldn’t hurt him, which was why he felt confident enough to step closer and touch Ronan's shoulder.

“Is this really necessary?” Adam asked.

“He nearly beat him up,” Ronan said with a sneer, still not taking his eyes off Preston who was bleeding heavily from his nose, down on his pristine white shirt.

‘Him’, in this case, was Theodore Montgomery, who was looking back and forth between the boys as if he was unsure whether he should run or stay. Theodore was also known as the only openly gay kid in Aglionby. With money came a lot of prejudice from the others, apparently. He didn’t have it easy in Aglionby, Adam remembered. He was often pushed into lockers, sneered or laughed at in the hallways, but nothing quite this bad had happened to him. His right eye was already starting to look blue and he stood with a slight slouch to favour his left leg. Adam felt a sudden rush of heat, blind, hot anger that someone would do this. He couldn’t even think about what Ronan must feel right now.

They never talked about it. Ronan probably being not as heterosexual as people might perceive him to be. Adam caught the looks he gave him sometimes, but he wasn’t ready yet to figure out what they meant and what they meant to him. It was easier to ignore them, making his homework instead of looking back at Ronan lounging on the floor next to his bed with headphones on and a curious glance in his eyes. It was easier to work until he was bone-tired and didn’t have to think about anything anymore.

Adam understood the anger, the pain Ronan must feel to see someone getting beat up for who they are. For who he is himself. However, Gansey will murder him if he didn’t stop him from getting kicked out of school.

“Why are you defending him anyway, Lynch?” Preston asked with a condescending smirk grazing his beat up face. “Are you a faggot yourself?”

“So what if I am?”

Adam froze and watched Ronan do the same. It hadn’t meant to slip out, but Ronan didn’t back down, just kept glaring at the homophobic shit with cold eyes.

Preston actually began to laugh, not one bit of self-preservation in his body. “I knew you and Gansey were fucking.” 
Ronan only glared harder. “Leave Gansey out of this, asshole. He has nothing to do with it,” he spoke through gritted teeth. Adam was momentarily taken back to Kavinsky calling Ronan Gansey’s guard dog.

“Hmm, then who-“

“Me.”

All three of the boys turned to look at Adam. Theodore, looking shocked but pleased, Preston’s smirking unpleasantly as if he had already thought about multiple ways to make Adam’s life miserable for this fake confession alone. 
Adam could barely look at Ronan. 
When he quickly glanced over, disbelief and shock pulled at his features and his eyes were unreadable when he stared at Adam.

“Got something against that, fuckface?” Ronan sneered, quickly pulling his eyes from Adam’s and pushing Preston against the wall again. There was even more power in his hold, his face twisting in something fierce, something that earned him the nickname “the snake”.

“Nope, none,” Preston quickly said, his eyes darting everywhere to look for an escape. Everything to prevent his face from getting ruined even more than it already had.

“Good, now I suggest you apologise.”

“Sorry, Ronan.”

“Not to me, asshole,” Ronan said, exasperation clear in his voice. He nodded his head to Theodore who watched it all unfold. “To him.”

“I’m sorry, Theodore,” Preston said, getting slammed against the wall once again. “It won’t happen again.”

Ronan dropped him like a piece of garbage and Preston rushed away, obviously aiming for his shiny car to get the fuck out of dodge. Theodore stared after him and gave Ronan a slight smile, sad but hopeful.

“Thank you,” Theodore said. “I don’t want to imagine what happened if you hadn’t come between them.”

Ronan just nodded, looking like his mind drifted away from the situation already.

“For what it’s worth, I think you two make a cute couple.” This startled Ronan back to earth and watched with his mouth slightly open as Theodore walked away and gave a small wave when he did.

“Wanna tell me what the fuck that was all about, Parrish?”

Ronan didn’t look mad, confused more than anything. Still, Adam was apprehensive to say, “I don’t know, Ronan. I just said it without thinking” because what would that mean? He said it easily, no doubt filtering his mind from speaking the word out loud and now they were in some deep shit.

“I don’t know,” Adam decided on. It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

“We’re in some deep shit now.”

-

By the end of the day, the news had spread all over Aglionby, though nobody dared ask in fear of Ronan Lynch and his sharp smile. Adam tried not to let it get to him but he knew that they needed to talk about it. Should they let people talk? Should they say it was a joke?

When Theodore rushed over to them in the parking lot, telling them that nobody had picked on him since the rumour about them spread, Ronan and Adam both instantly decided they had to keep this up.

“We need some ground rules,” Adam said, grabbing a notebook from his flimsy desk at St. Agnes. “And a backup story.”

Ronan threw himself back on Adam’s bed with a sigh. “Why the fuck would we do that, Parrish?” “Because, Lynch,” Adam responded, rubbing his forehead to get rid of the giant headache Ronan was giving him. “This needs to be realistic. We need to have the details ready on how we got together and we need to decide on how far we let this go.”

“We got together because we have been friends for a well over a year,” Ronan said, putting a finger in the air to start his imaginary list. “I asked you out, and don’t argue with me on this.”

Adam snapped his mouth shut, arms folding over each other to emphasise the glare directed towards Ronan.

“And I don’t give a shit about how far this goes.”

“So, you wouldn’t mind kissing me?” Adam asked, one eyebrow raised. He watched in amusement as Ronan flailed and nearly fell off the bed, his face red like he was sunburnt.

“I-you-why the fuck would that be necessary?”

“It needs to be believable!” Adam argued back. “Couples kiss, Ronan.”

“Well, we don’t.” Ronan decided. He would lie if he didn’t want to kiss Adam but this was too risky. He held his feelings contained in a locked box inside his heart that even he didn’t dare open and if this started, if they actually kissed, the box would open and all the contents would pour out. Ronan wasn’t ready for those consequences.

“I’ll add it to the list,” Adam sighed, writing down a big "NO KISSING" on the blank page. “What about hand-holding?”

Ronan’s mouth pulled down for a second but he eventually nodded.

After spending an hour bickering back and forth they came up with a plausible story. They had gone out for a drive, stopped by the side of the road to look at the stars, “we have a real Don Juan in our midst” “I’m surprised you even know who that is considering you skipped English for months”, made out, confessed feelings, and that was it.

“Do we tell Gansey?” Adam had asked and they decided on yes. Gansey probably heard the rumours already, being the most popular boy at Aglionby, and could actually help cover them when needed.

It wasn’t a perfect plan and something was definitely bound to go wrong. But they felt like it was the right thing to do, whether it was for Theodore of them, they weren’t sure. They just hoped they would survive tomorrow without being caught faking it. But, honestly, how hard could it be?

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Pinky Promise (one-shot)

Synopsys: Even though the rest of the Avengers are enjoying their summer, the Reader and Bucky get sent out on a mission in the middle of Siberia. What should have been an easy in-and-out, turns into them becoming stranded. And even though they both seem to be have gotten out pretty unscathed, one of them might be lying and is in mortal danger.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: fluff with some teensy bit of angst

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, so nothing unusual coming from me

Word count: 2775

   It was summer. Everywhere was summer. Pinacoladas were being drunk, bodies were getting tanner or they cooled off in the ocean, sea, lake, wherever they got the chance to. Yet here was Y/N and Bucky- stuck in the middle of a snowed-over Siberian forest, trudging their way to a safe-house. Oh, and it didn’t hurt that the rest of the Avengers were relaxing in Bora-Bora.    “When I get back, I’m taking a month off and leaving those assholes behind as I go to Bali,” Y/N muttered through chattering teeth as she tried to see something through the heavy snowfall.    “Can I come?” the man threw the girl an amused smile. He didn’t necessarily like the cold, but it didn’t bother him the way it used to.    “Be my guest,” she replied, pulling her furry hood over her head. “As long as those idiots ain’t coming. And we’re taking Stark’s credit card.”    “Wasn’t planning on paying with my own money. Not after this.”    Y/N snorted despite the inability to feel her toes, nose or any protruding limb.    It was supposed to be an easy in-and-out mission from a HYDRA base. Nothing they hadn’t done before and seeing how neither had gone on one in a long time they were put on a jet and flown there. Twenty agents, Fury had said. A day or two max, Bruce had promised. Instead, they had been surrounded to what rounded up to a hundred and fifty agents, barely gotten out alive, Y/N sporting a dislocated shoulder and a massive bruise forming on her ribs and add to that, their jet had been blown up. Obviously, the pair immediately contacted Stark and SHIELD, but when they informed the two Avengers about an incoming snow storm and the fact that their specific part of the woods would be unreachable, it really just put the cherry on the top.    Tony had said there was a hidden cottage about twenty miles from the base, so Bucky and Y/N had set off on their journey. With the girl’s injuries, it complicated things and the fact she refused any help from the super soldier was an added bonus.    “You know, you can go ahead. I know you’re only trailing behind because I can’t walk as fast as you.”    “If you would allow me to help, we wouldn’t be moving at a snail's pace,” he had smirked at her, right as the first snow fluttered to the ground.    “Bite me, Barnes.”    “Any time, babydoll.”

   That had made Y/N smile. They had formed an incredibly close relationship since the second they met. Teasing was a must,  but it never overstepped a boundary, always with the intention of fun, not harm.    She had been a new addition to the team, almost right after Bucky had been introduced. Literally, two days later, in comes Y/N Y/L/N, strolling behind Bruce and Tony, chatting with Scott Lang and Hope van Dyne.    His blue eyes only saw her. There was something fresh about the girl, something pure and untainted. Immediately Bucky wanted to know her, wanted to explore why his heart thumped faster with every second that he gazed upon the woman. Yet the dark thoughts, the blackness pressing upon his mind, told him no, she wouldn’t want to know him, hell, probably wouldn’t want to be associated with the ex-Winter Soldier in any capacity. So he admired her from afar.    Even though he was cold and distant towards her, she responded with affection. And Y/N didn’t give him much choice in how they were going to communicate, changing his mind on the third or fourth day completely.    Bucky had been lounging on one of the expensive leather sofas, watching a show called ‘F.R.I.E.N.D.S’, trying to catch up on what he'd missed in pop culture during the years when suddenly had Y/N slipped up next to him on the couch. Bucky didn’t move nor did he say anything, receiving the same reaction from the girl, though what he did not expect was her sliding her hands around his metal arm and taking it between her palms.    He pulled in a harsh breath, head whipping to look at her, but something in the way her Y/E/C eyes glinted made his body relax. Y/N put a finger to her lips in a ‘shh’ motion and once again took a hold of his palm. Bucky felt every little touch of her skin, setting the rest of his body aflame, because for once in his life, somebody else apart from Steve was touching him without disgust or fear or the intent to harm. At least not harm him. Because as it turned out her movements with the vibranium were deliberate as it caught the sunlight and she positioned the plates where the beam bounced off directly into Sam’s eyes.    Bucky had to contain a snort seeing what Y/N’s plan had always been and instantly a warm feeling spread through his chest. It was something akin to content, to peace. His heart rate slowed down and all the bad thoughts disappeared. Just from a single touch. Ever since that day he craved for Y/N’s presence, to have her glide her fingers against his, to feel her soft skin on his or simply be near her.    The crunch of her boots upon the snow brought him back to where they actually were.    “Buck, really, just go. We’re almost halfway there, so I’ll be fine.”    “I’m not going to leave you behind. The night is almost over us, so you’ll need protectin’.”    “What? You think I can’t hold my own?”    Bucky shook his head, smiling down at the woman. “I know you can. Have seen it in person. Though if a bear comes, don’t want to sound too cocky, doll, but I don’t think you could take it.”    “Pff, easy. I’ll just whine until it starts to regret it decided to eat me.”    “Well, you wouldn’t have to fight off a bear, if you just allowed me to carry you.”    “I said,” Y/N gritted through her teeth. “Bite me.”    Bucky huffed what now had turned from amusement to annoyance. “What do you have against me helping? No one would think you’re weak.”    “Buck, it’s freezing cold outside. You pick me up, I might just fall asleep and die. I need to move my body, because at this point, I can’t feel the shoulder, and I don’t think that’s a good thing.”    “Don’t worry, it’ll hurt like a bitch when I pop it back in.”    She stuck her tongue out at the man. “How generous of you.”    They walked twenty more minutes in silence, but then from the corner of his eye, Bucky saw Y/N shudder. At first, he thought it was just the cold getting to her, eyes having completely adjusted to the pitch black sky of the night but then she stumbled and fell into the deep snow.    “Doll?” worry instantly colluded his mind. In a matter of seconds, he had turned her over and he was plunged into a nightmare. Her face had gone at least three shades lighter, an ashy colour having settled underneath her closed eyes, but what was worse- Y/N wasn’t breathing. No little puffs of air escaped her nose or mouth.    “No, no, no, no, no,” Bucky exclaimed, ridding her from the winter clothes to assess what had happened. There was no way that the shoulder could’ve made her lose consciousness, let alone the ability to breathe.    He ripped open the front of her tactical suit only to be greeted by a stream of blood. There, right underneath the bulletproof sports bra was a bullet hole, scarlet spilling out of it.        “Come on, Y/N, you absolute idiot!” a stream of profanities echoed throughout the silent forest as he pressed down onto her chest, starting CPR. When his lips touched Y/N’s to push air into her lungs, it was not how he had imagined it. Butterflies invaded his stomach, not because of excitement, but because of terror, his eyes were wide, not because of the impossibility of the girl reciprocating, but because he was watching her chest rise and fall with the motion. After a full-blown minute of doing so, her body shuddered, mouth pulling in a painful breath of air. Bucky was on the verge of crying, yet there would be another time for rejoicing.    With trembling hands, he picked up the girl and ran. There was no time for Bucky to stop the damage the bullet had caused, nor was it the place, so with fear pumping through his veins every step of the way, the ex-Winter Soldier dashed through the darkness as fast as he could towards the safe house.

***

   The cottage was a little bit run down, but if Stark had anything to do with it, it’d be occupied by the top-tier technology. And the billionaire did. The second Bucky walked inside lights went on and F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice invaded his ears.    “Good evening, Mister Barnes. Congratulations on the successful mission.”    “Thanks, F.R.Y. Now tell me where the first aid kit is. Also, monitor Y/N’s vitals. Anything goes out of proportion, I need to know,” he said placing her down on an expensive looking leather couch.    “Of course.”    With the A.I. guiding him around the house, Bucky gathered every medical supply he could, starting from gauze and stitching thread to a some nano-foam Tony had invented a little while before his showdown with Thanos. It had saved the man’s life on Titan, so the super soldier could only hope it would work in this situation as well.    “Why do you always have to be such an idiot? Why in the hell would you not tell anything? God fucking damn it, Y/N, you absolute git,” the accusations and questions Bucky muttered underneath his breath while his whole attention went to the now clogged wound.    He knew how to safely remove a bullet, how to stitch up things and do it in a way that avoided infections, but he wasn’t a surgeon with any kind of expertise in mortal wounds. In his HYDRA days, they only thought him about minuscule things. Anything that even had a whisper of potential death was disregarded. After all, anyone who couldn’t pull through wasn’t worthy nor strong enough to be part of the great organisation. Luckily Bucky had always valued human lives, especially the ones of who he cared for.    “Stay with me, doll. I can’t lose you.”    Sending a little prayer to whoever might be listening upstairs, he disinfected and removed the dried up blood. Immediately a small stream started to pour out again, so he pressed the white gauze against the hole, turning it scarlet in seconds.    “What’s the damage F.R.I.D.A.Y?”    “My scans show that the bullet seems to have not penetrated any vital organ nor slashed any major artery. However, the bleeding is major and could result in death.”    A hologram appeared in front of Bucky’s face of what he could only describe as Y/N’s blueprint. Every organ and artery was shown, every bone, ligament and muscle was highlighted. By a narrow slice, the metal had missed Y/N’s lungs and the man himself sighed in relief. Now the most important thing was to stop the bleeding.    He didn’t bother pulling it out, most times no one did and the A.I.’s x-ray clearly showed other little souvenirs from battles Y/N had gotten injured in.    “If I leave the bullet in, will it cause any permanent damage or worsen her recovery?”    “If everything goes accordingly and she does not injure or overwork herself, Miss Y/L/N should be just fine.” "So maybe. Okay," he huffed and leaned in.    Trembling hands grasped onto the can of foam and unclasped it. Just to be safe, he treated the nozzle with some disinfectant before pushing it inside of the wound.    “I’m so sorry if this hurts you, darling.”    But she didn’t even flinch as the nanotech entered her body and started patching things up. It was in greyish colour which Bucky was not a fan of, but when he removed the red bandage he stared in awe as the skin moved together, leaving only a barely visible scar, a few shades lighter than Y/N’s own.    “How’s she lookin’?”    “Perfectly stable, Mister Barnes.”    His whole body sagged in relief and he rested his forehead against Y/N’s, noticing how even only after a few minutes of being treated, her cheeks had returned to their healthy glow.

***    While Y/N rested, Bucky took a quick shower and changed out of the bloody gear. There were three bedrooms in the place, wardrobes fully stocked with clothes in all different sizes and for different occasions, though he had no idea what someone could use an evening gown for in the middle of nowhere.    Once he came downstairs, gently he popped Y/N’s shoulder back and put a makeshift sling around her arm, securing it. The wood had just barely started crackling in the fireplace when Y/N slowly opened her eyes.    “Hey there, doll,” a gentle smile washed over Bucky’s features finally able to look into those Y/E/C orbs that had enthralled him so much.    “Hey, Buck.” Y/N’s tone was soft as a feather and he swore he saw love shine in her gaze.    “How ya feelin’?”    “Like a bulldozer ran over me and Hulk bashed my head against a wall, but other than that- perfect.”    Bucky threaded his fingers through her matted down hair before leaning against the couch, placing himself on the ground in front of the girl so she wouldn’t have to strain.    “You scared me. Like really scared me. I’ve never felt so helpless when you collapsed. Why- why did you not say anything?” he choked out, tears threatening to slip down his cheeks.    “I-“ Y/N huffed before pressing her palms against the couch to sit up, “I honestly don’t know. At first, I didn’t even feel it. The adrenaline and everything that was going on around us… it was all clouding my head. Hell, I didn’t even feel it while walking. I think I was just so cold to the point nothing mattered. It was only when you mentioned something about me fighting a bear I realised things were not at all peachy. But we were just so close, I thought I could pull through it until we got here. Guess, I was wrong.”    “Severely,” Bucky snorted through a sob. He stood up on his knees and leaned, in. His mind screamed at the man to stop whatever he was about to do, but the ex-Winter Soldier had run out of fucks to give. With a small touch to her cheekbone, his nose caressed hers before their lips met.    It was sweet, tentative, a barely-there caress, but it expressed more than a thousand words ever could. Her own hand traced Bucky’s jawline, nails scraping along his scruff before settling on the nape of his neck, making him smile into the kiss as Y/N seemed reluctant to break apart.    Only when it was apparent she was struggling for a breath, did Bucky disconnect, followed by a long whine from the girl. She tried to pull his face back towards her own, but he laid a palm on her chest, making her drop back onto the couch.    “I’ve had enough of you not breathing for one day. Don’t wanna be the cause of you getting put seven feet under.”    Her adorable pout made him chuckle, before Bucky stood, picking Y/N up like she weighed next to nothing and sat back down together, her head resting underneath his chin.    “Pinky promise you won’t die on me ever again?” Bucky extended his waiting finger for Y/N to grasp it.    “Well,” she whined out, cheek resting comfortably against his chest, but it was cut off by a giggle as he dug his fingers into her sides. “Okay, I promise, if you stop doing that.” Her laughter encased them, trapping the pair in a little bubble of happiness.    When Y/N finally linked her pinky with Bucky’s, it was like a boulder had rolled off of his chest. Such a simple and in all actuality meaningless motion, but it held such weight, such promise and care.    “I love you, Buck,” her warm lips pressed against his knuckles.    “I love you too, doll,” Bucky pecked her nose before burying it in her Y/H/C hair. “So fucking much.” "I guess being stuck is not gonna be that bad." He lifted an eyebrow at her. "We still going to Bali, right?" "Oh, definitely," and their happiness echoed through the cabin as the two people in love let their minds be washed clean of everything that wasn't their little moment of peace.

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[thatlittlered]

Burning Desire | Duo

Summary: A late night at some trashy bar gets John a whole lot more than he bargained for but he’ll have to put on a fight just to keep it.

Read Part One.

His hands are gripping the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. Your skirt is riding up from where you sit on the passenger’s seat but you’re too busy gazing outside the window to notice.

He wishes you would say something, anything to relieve him from this torture. Anything to make him forget about the fact that what he wants lies only inches away from his reach. All he has to do is spread his arm and...

“This is a nice ride you have.”

Good God, you’re killing him with that smile.

“Oldie but goodie, huh?” he catches you winking and bites down a sigh.

You’re enjoying this.

He grunts a ‘thank you’ or at least he thinks he does before his eyes are back on the road in hopes of not killing you both today.

“You get in cars with strangers often?”

He’s not quite sure what came over him, but the need to ask was almost as big as the need to touch you right now.

You smile again, extending your hand for him to take and he quickly picks up on your offer. John’s palm envelopes yours, large and warm and sweaty enough to make you realize the effect you have on him. Your smile widens.

“The name is Y/N.”

His response comes with a clearing of his throat as if to ground himself in the moment, “John.”

You settle back on the seat with a grin on your face.

“See? No such thing as strangers anymore.”

He laughs, as to why he’s not so sure. Maybe it’s your attitude or maybe self-pity once he realizes how deep in the shit he really is. You overwhelm him.

It’s five am and no diner’s serving breakfast, of course. You settle for burgers and he thinks that’s good enough as long as you’re sitting right across him in the small faux leather-clad booth.

The food arrives in little time, filling both of your senses with the scent. John’s eyes never leave you but you seem entirely invested in the little basket that’s placed in front of you.

You feel his stare and decide to have your fun with him.

Your leg grazes against his, softly at first; barely there. Yet he feels it. It’s like electricity rushing through his body and his onyx eyes twitch.

You can’t help but smile in triumph.

“Split the fries?”

He nods and you quickly grab one to place in his mouth, lightly grazing his facial hair before moving your hand away. He happily munches on them and you take the opportunity to stuff one into your own mouth, only halfway in.

John’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and he gapes at the expectant look you’re giving him, the way your lips pout for him to understand. Then your face inches closer to his and the message is clear.

Split them.

He groans and glares at the look you’re giving him; wide eyes and pouty lips driving him mad. “You’re impossible…”

His teeth sink into the soft flesh of the fry, merely inches away from your mouth and he quickly moves back to his seat like he’s Icarus and flying too close to the sun. The grin that pulls at your lips reminds him of a Cheshire cat. You wipe the bit of stray ketchup around your mouth, licking your finger clean.

John’s heart ceases its beat right then. He’s just meat and bones now, simply sitting there as the rest of your meal continues in silence. Your leg is still touching his. Your soft lips peck his own with every fry that you ‘share’ and all he does is gape at you in fear of this incredulous power you possess over him.

The fog inside his brain only clears up when your back hits the door of his house and he can feel your thighs around him, your mouth molding with his own. The weight of your body is nothing when carrying you to his room but there’s a sense of relief overwhelming him when he finally gets to lay you on the bed and he realizes that you’re still very much here, that this is not just a dream.

In the room that is twilight and shadow and sterile white surrounding you everywhere, your bodies are glued together, close enough to breathe the same air… relish in each other’s scent. He feels your hand in his hair. Oh, how you love the softness of it; dark locks tangling themselves between your fingers.

Then your hand is down his cheekbones, tracing the well-groomed beard down to his lips. He watches you in utter admiration, a mortal man paying homage to the goddess Venus herself. His mind’s enslaver.

You kiss him, long and sweet and rid him of all inhibitions. He’s yours for tonight.

A laugh breaks John out of his reverie and he cracks an eye open, stealing a glance at the disheveled you. Your gleaming eyes are focused on the hindrance that his jeans are. You want them off.

“Too many clothes…” you whimper, lips grazing his earlobe in a way that makes him shudder.

He nods in what you can only describe as desperation, making the mattress bounce softly as he lifts himself from the bed enough to fumble with the material on his legs that’s now beginning to itch the longer it restricts him. Soon enough, all his clothes are a mess on the floor as they should be and you beckon him back into your open arms, eager to rid your own clothes.

John watches a delicate hand wrap in the material of your V-neck, pulling it down enough to give him a heart attack when his gaze falls to your breasts; contained within a lacy bra and eager to be touched by his hands, his mouth.

He aches.

“You gonna help me take this off or should I just help myself?”

He growls, low and dangerous and you almost shudder at how lovely he sounds. You do shudder though when his hands come in contact with the soft skin on your stomach and slowly tug the shirt off, taking in your scent that clings there. His mouth is surprisingly soft while trailing a path to your breasts. You work on your bra while he does and his hand squeezes yours as a ‘thank you’.

He doesn’t want to waste another moment.

Your skirt follows and you feel your back arch in anticipation, knowing where John’s hands will soon reach. His fingers slide over the tiny piece of fabric that your underwear consists of and your head rocks back against the pillow as they do, the first moan escaping your lips.

He drinks that sound in, he does. Suddenly, all that’s important is making you do it again and again till you’re begging him to stop and all that’s heard inside the room are the sounds that you’re making.

He yanks the lacy barrier off and you moan again, this time louder. His eyes darken impossibly so at the heavenly sound that seems to linger on your lips. They’re more sweet-sounding than your laugh, something seemingly impossible but he swears that it’s true.

Your hands wrap around his biceps, feeling the beautiful muscles up there and pulling him closer on top of your body. There’s no space to be left between your aching selves and he accepts it, feeds off it. His finger hesitantly grazes where your burning heat rests and he thinks he hasn’t done this in forever.

He only hopes you can’t tell.

Yet you seize his movements, grabbing his hand and kissing the palm like it’s something sacred. John wants to laugh at the irony of that; those hands have killed and hurt and injured countless. It doesn’t matter when they’re touching you, of course. It almost feels like a cleansing of sorts, like redemption.

“Fuck foreplay?” his voice comes out in a grunt. He’s falling apart right in front of you and it’s hard not to bloody enjoy it.

You laugh, breathless as you are and all undone under his body, “Fuck foreplay.”

He fills you and it’s deliciously slow… until it’s not. The heels of your feet seem to dig in his behind with every thrust he gives but he doesn’t mind it. He couldn’t, not when he’s being so consumed by all that’s you.

Again and again, you squeeze around him and he grunts. He’s fucking losing it.

All he can hear is the wonderful sound of skin slapping together and soft mutters of ‘John!’ that fall from your lips. His thrusts are becoming sloppier and he’s long lost his pace but you don’t seem to mind it. You’re both impossibly close to the edge.

When it comes, it’s like electricity shooting through his body. With a single, final thrust John buries himself in you, whispering something into your neck. Still, his fingers move vigorously to please you and it’s not long until you join him.

With panting breaths and still wandering hands, the fog in both of your visions starts to disperse. You hold each other through it, allowing your bodies to mold together in the late of the night – or rather, early morning.

John doesn’t take his eyes off you once until you’re succumbing to sleep and he follows you then, albeit hesitant.

He’s fucking terrified you’ll disappear from his side should he dare to close his eyes for more than a moment, but the prospect of sleep is almost as seductive as you and he gives in for the second time tonight.

True to his thoughts, you’re gone with the first morning light.

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[darkloveangel]

you know what? i’ve been sitting on this for months ‘cause i thought maybe it needed something but rereading it now, it’s good, y’all can have it

it’s a write-up of a dream that then gave me ideas for a whole new ass setting and characters and plot-line, M rated warning because life gave me lemons, also it’s just kind of weird

As I guide the group of adventurers through the ancient castle, riddled with traps placed by Her and Her disciples, I almost feel sorry. Young and good of heart, simply looking to slay the evil and save the realm.

 Though I do sense inklings of desires of fame, riches, and vengeance in their souls, it is not enough to cloud their intent.

 They came to me, looking for an escort, hearing that I knew the ins and outs of the towering structure, hearing also of the depths of which it descends to house the ancient, evil Goddess. Rumors started purposely by myself, for just this occasion.

 Fresh-faced heroes looking to change the world for the better, exactly the kinds of gifts She adored most. Their naivety and foolish confidence would amuse Her greatly before She would make them succumb to Her will, Her desires.

 What would please Her more is knowing that such gifts did not merely stumble upon Her lair of their own wit, but instead brought to Her, by one with power seeking to curry Her favor. She adored powerful admirers, and those with the most power She would seek to make Her lowly king. If they could withstand Her… affections.

 As the adventurers slid down a trap, I stepped off to the side and shed my mortal disguise that I might make use of my natural anatomy, and draw more strongly from my power, so that I might climb the edges of the massive chamber in which She dwells.

 The mortals found themselves in a caged area at the center of the room, lined with beasts under Her command so that they do not escape while She assess their worth.

 I watched Her imposing form, Her luscious vertical blue lips against stark white flesh. No eyes visible but I knew well She could perceive every detail, nearly every minutiae of the situation as She praised one who would control Her castle by will alone, making sure the mortals would make it through to Her unharmed.

 Her gaping maw turned to me as I made myself visible from behind the shadows of the nearest arch.

 “You’ve done well, little one, to bring them to me. Do you seek to win my heart?” The last word came out with a heavy breath, lined with desire despite the gruesome sight of Her mouth splitting apart, revealing another layer of Her head beneath, more aligned with mortal standards.

 I leaped down from my perch, careful to land on the stone island at the center of the seemingly endless pit.

 “I do, my lady. Your beauty and power is utterly enchanting, I would be honored if I could rule by your side, or even being at your heel would please me greatly, should you deem me unworthy.” I said, kneeling with my face towards the floor.

 “That’s him!” I heard a whisper from behind me, within the cage the mortals were held. “That’s our guide, I know it!”

 “Are you sure? It doesn’t look a thing like him.”

 “It sounds just like him, get rid of the demonic tone and it’s him!”

 I turned my head to look over my shoulder, glaring at them more intensely than I thought, given how quickly they shut and stiffened.

 I turned back to see Her look down Her nose at the mortals, grinning a sinister grin. Then She looked down to me, expression turned alluring. “Shall I test your will then?”

 “It would be my pleasure to be subject to your scrutiny.” I dared walk closer to Her, turning around so my back was to Her and I faced the cage. “Should they be subject to this?” I asked, referring to not only the adventurers, but Her minions as well.

 She leaned closer, pressing down on me so that my chest pressed to the cold stone floor. “It will be amusing to have them watch, don’t you think?” Her breath was fetid in my ear, Her lower amorphous dark blue mass pressing into me where Her bosom did not cover, Her pasty white hand reaching out to grate against the metal bars to taunt the horrified mortals. “Or are you shy?”

 “No, I-” I gasped as Her form pressed closer to mine, unimpeded by any clothes, as I left them behind with my mortal form. She entered me, first gently with a smaller shape so that I was prepared for the true test that was to come. I was met with unexpected pleasure as She saw fit to caress my shaft, which had quickly hardened and revealed itself upon Her execrable stimulation.

 Thinking it was part of Her test, I had further reason to withhold succumbing to the sensations that washed over me. I had to keep a clear mind, and prevent myself from disappointing Her by withstanding her affections until She was satisfied. I would not win the right to be Her king, and share in Her power. All of my efforts, all of these years would be wasted. The lives of these pure and naive adventurers lost.

 Though, withstanding Her lust was not the final challenge ahead of me.

 Then, She withdrew and I felt a moment of desperation, of emptiness. She could not be done now, surely? All the tales of the others being devoured before me, unable to please Her? What weak wills they must have for them to give in so soon.

 But I knew I was not so foolish as to truly think this was the end, and was soon proven right as She entered me fully. Her greatness filled me, coaxing out from me a moan so deep it pressed into my throat as if She has pierced through my entire body. This, I was not expecting.

 She moved within me, the trembling and rumbling of Her form above me, Her moans, her breathing, echoing throughout the hall, the walls, the floor shaking with Her movement.

 Oh, what glory! What privilege! To be used, to please a Goddess such as Her! It was almost too much. Almost…

 By the Divines, I was almost there, almost succumbing to ultimate pleasure, almost at Her complete and utter mercy.

 No!

 I did not come here for this! I did not spend a decade, waiting for the right band of mortals to come along, sound of mind and body, determined with ultimate good in their hearts for this! I did not lead them to their death so that I might lose myself in Her test, before even reaching my true goal!

 I had to satisfy Her before I am finished, I must restrain myself and goad Her into Her bliss.

 “Oh, divine Saliasci.” I let out between heavy breaths. “Your pleasure is my pleasure, I would do anything to hear your screams of celestial ecstasy, to satisfy you fully. Please,” I huffed as She knocked the wind out of me with a powerful thrust. “I beg of you, use me to feed your deepest desires.”

 “Aren’t you precious?” She cooed, scooping me up with the hand that once taunted the hapless adventurers. “I do adore such fervent servitude. I think you’ll make a fine King.” She tilted my head up toward Her with a finger, pressing Her thumb into my back and stroking. Then She leaned close, lips caressing my horns as She whispered. “If you can last.”

 Sickly delighted laughter shook Her body, the undefined parts of Her form creeping up from the pit which it dwelt, like a horde of slugs seeking stale ale recently spilled. I was that ale, soon covered in the writhing mass.

 I lost my sight when it crawled up my spine, up to my head, then over the rest of my body. I felt it everywhere, cold, soft, and wet with electric stimulant. Everywhere but my mouth and my shaft, giving me just enough room to breathe, and staying well away from pleasing me overmuch.

 Though my breathing was labored enough, Her amorphous body soon took a phallic form and forced its way down my throat. My raw, tender flesh burned with unusual delight; the skin of my joints, the vents in my chest, the entirety of my cock. Burning like they would under strain, using my magic, but it was so much more than a surge of power.

 The mass tightened around my extremities, making it near impossible for me to move, to resist Her desires as She relentlessly used me, fucked me, as if I was merely a plaything. Like every living thing was to Her. A toy.

 It was then that She was finished, Her otherworldly screams rattling the very earth, Her entire form shuddering with the intensity, even the body hidden within the deep darkness that was yet to show itself.

 In this moment of Her weakness I allowed myself release, briefly, the waves of euphoria starting from my core, quickly reaching my extremities before it all came back to me with ten times the intensity, and none of the sensuality when I began to absorb Her power.

 It was almost too much, I could hardly stand it as my form strained to contain it all. Oh, my body ached, fit to bursting. And Her screams became more beautiful as She was torn from this realm, desperate and confused, enraged. But the power! More than I have ever felt before!

 No! I must not let the power overwhelm me! I must not become like Her. I must not become like those I hunt, the Gods drunk on the worship, clouding the minds of those near without them knowing, driving them to sin, to suffering.

 Her effects would linger but at last, She… she was gone. If the mortals behave well of their own hearts and souls, then she will be for good.

 I used some of the power I tapped into to float gently back to the ground, my body sore, burning, glowing.

 I took in a deep breath, composing myself before I walked to the edge of the cage where the mortals were still contained. They looked utterly mortified.

 “I apologize that you had to see such a thing, your minds must have difficulty comprehending.” I tore through the bars effortlessly, still surging with Saliasci’s magic energy. “And I apologize for lying to you, it was the only way.”

 Saliasci’s minions cowered before me, offering no resistance, weakened by their Goddess now defeated. I walked past them and motioned for the adventurers to follow.

 It was not until I had changed the floor to steps and disabled any traps within my range, glancing back, did I notice the mortals had not moved an inch, only looking at me with wide eyed stares.

 “I promise you, I will not lead you into further horrors. You’ve all played a pivotal role in my plan, you deserve your rest as much as I.” They still did not move. “And I would much like my rest.”

 “W-Why?!” One of them shouted, finally able to gather his words. Little though they were.

 I tilted my head, mouth agape at the sudden, vague question I could not answer.  “You must be more specific.”

 He stood there and stammered, unable to form anything resembling a sentence.

 I sighed, seeing that this would take too long if I did not do something more. “It was my intent from the beginning to kill her, I did not lie to you in that respect, I too wanted her dead. For years I’ve waited for mortals like you to show yourselves, others would become corrupt before they even glimpsed her, and she would become bored of my offering. She wouldn’t give me the opportunity if you had all become her thralls before she had the chance to turn you herself.”

 “Why did you want to kill her?” He asked as he finally took a step forward.

 “Was that not apparent in our initial meeting?” Seeing as nothing had changed in his demeanor, I continued. “She’s a blight on the land, she corrupts the minds of mortals, leading them to their own suffering.” My patience was beginning to wear thin.

 “B-But, you’re a demon! Why would a demon care about that?”

 “Is it so hard to comprehend that a demon would despise mortals lives being unnecessarily lost at the hands of an uncaring God?”

 “But-”

 “Not all of us enjoy misery, not all of us enjoy anger, not all of us see mortals as lesser and things to be used selfishly. I, in particular, do not so easily fall victim to a Divines aura. Now come.” I insisted, starting to make my way up the steps. “Saliasci’s beasts may not be so kind to you.”

 At last, I heard their footsteps shuffle after me. Though, I had to hear their confused mutterings to one another.

 I could not wait to sleep.

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[masonoftheisland]

passionfruit || 004 (cont.)

[LINK TO THE THREAD CONTAINING THE CHATZY CONVO]

Laney’s eyes fell shut as her head tilted to the side giving Mason more access to her skin. A soft moan escaped her as his teeth came in contact with her skin, the girl instantly reaching behind herself to untie the back of her top before reaching up behind her neck to tug at the halter’s secure knot. The barely there material fell from her chest, exposing her perky nipples. She moved her hands back to Mason, sliding up into his hair as she pushed his head down so his mouth met her chest.

Mason watched the top slide away and couldn’t fight the grin that spread across his face as he took the welcome sight of her in again. “What a sight for sore fuckin’ eyes,” he said with a chuckle, bending down to her breasts and relishing the sensation of her hands in his hair. As soon as his lips met her skin he started kissing everywhere. Biting occasionally - never enough to hurt her - but enough to evoke a moan from her lips. “You still taste so good,” he mumbled against the taut peak of one of her breasts before taking it between his lips, completely unconcerned with the fear of someone walking by at any moment.

Laney let out a quick laugh, at the comment he made in that husky, sexy accent, tugging lightly at his hair as he sucked at her buds, head falling back slightly when he applied a little bit more pressure and the occasional nip. “Shit,” she muttered as she dropped her hand from his hair and held onto the hood of the car, gripping at the edge of if it with each hand while he supported her weight. “Remember that you get to do anything you want to me.” She got out in between sharp breaths from his random moments of roughness. After a few more moments of enjoying being on the receiving end of the pleasure, Laney moved one hand from the car to his chin, pushing his head up and pulling him towards her so she could kiss him hungrily before pulling gently on his lower lip. “I want you,” she teased, moving her hand from his face down his body until she reached his bulge. 

Mason nodded into her, grinning as he replied. “I just want to fuck you.” He held her weight with his hips now, holding her against the metal of the car while he undid his jeans and feeling them slide down his legs. “Now. And hard. And then with my voucher I want to take you home and tie you to my bedposts so you can’t touch yourself and I’ll drive you crazy… and finally when you’re begging, I’ll fuck you.” He smirked at her and sat her down for a split second, only to tug her shorts and panties down. In the next second, he’d picked her up again. “Ready?”

“Fuck,” she whined out in anticipation for his cock as her hands gripped the car while he undid his pants before she lifted her hips to helps him rid her of her own. Within less than ten minutes this boy already had her fucking naked in public again. She didn’t mind, in fact she wanted more. “Fuck Mason,” she moaned a bit as she felt him line himself up against her, biting down roughly on her lower lip as she thought about what he wanted to do with her. “You better fuck me hard and fast. I can’t wait to get tied up and tortured like your little whore,” she breathed out desperately, mind still thinking about how she’d look tied up in his bed and how badly she wanted it. 

Laney nodded her head eagerly and instantly felt Mason as he pushed inside her, quickly and rough just as she’d demand, not giving her much time to adjust before she felt his hips thrusting up into her as she whined in pleasure. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist as she leaned her torso back as if to move her hips forward to meet his own. Her hands gripped the hood of the car as tightly as she could, but she kept slipping at the speed he was fucking her. “Your cock is so fucking good,” she moaned, leaning forward so she could grip onto his shoulders, her finger nails gripping tightly at his skin through the shirt he was still wearing. 

He groaned a bit at the feeling of her. Of everything about her. “So fucking tight,” he mumbled between thrusts and against her neck and he sucked. He enjoyed leaving marks on the girls he fucked a bit too much, but they never seemed to mind. Sometimes he preferred to take it slow, feeling every inch and every movement, but at the moment he didn’t find that a very good option. No, he thought as he moaned and huffed, still kissing every inch of her as he could reach. “I’ll earn your name, fuck… this is… nothing compared to… what I’ll do… as soon as we’re at my place.” He felt himself getting closer to a climax and his movements grew impossibly faster as he gripped her bare legs even tighter. “Fuck… god you feel so good on my cock.” 

“Uh huh,” she mumbled breathlessly as her mumbles turned into soft moans at the feeling on his lips all over her body. If this was nothing compared to what was to come then Laney was almost afraid of how good it could actually get with this one. She wrapped her arms around him tighter as his movements picked up speed, feeling herself growing closer too just from the idea of what was coming her way. She leaned forward and began sucking at the skin underneath his ear, gently tugging his on his ear with her teeth before sucking on it lightly. “Come for me then so you can make me come three more times tonight in your bed.” She squeezed her legs tighter for both of their benefit as she tried to grind down on him, which was harder than it looked while he geld her in such a way. “I want to be helpless for you.” She cried through another moan as she felt her orgasm coming in. “Mason I’m -“ going to come, she thought as her body stilled against his, her breath becoming a series of soft pants as she rode out her orgasm.

"Three more times, huh?" He chuckled before a groan escaped his throat as she tightened around him. "Fuck..." he moaned, pulling her closer. "Y-You greedy little whore," he practically growled around the words, laughing breathlessly as the moans that came from both of them grew faster and more frequent until they hit their climaxes almost simultaneously. He paused to catch his breath before he set her back down, handing the girl her shirt before getting himself dressed and unlocking his beloved Jeep with a beep. "Get in," he told her with a grin. "You know I love a challenge."

Mason climaxed almost instantly after her, feeling his last thrusts inside her as they both caught there breath before he pulled out and tossed her her top, wasting no time demanding things of her. Laney laughed through a smirk as she grabbed her shorts too, quickly stepping into them before pulling her top on, tying the straps quickly, in loose knots because she knew the moment she hit his bed it would just be ripped off again - if it even lasted that long. Climbing up into the Jeep Laney waited for him to pull onto the road before she leaned over to Mason kissing his neck as he drove while her hand ran up and down his leg, occasionally over his groin as she sucked and nipped, desperate to just be touching him in some capacity. "God I can't wait to be yours," she whispered in his ear as she nipped against his earlobe before pulling away and settling in her seat. 

 It didn't take long for them to reach his place, but Laney was certainly shocked when she saw just where exactly that was. As she hopped out of the Jeep and met him around the front she could not help but scoff out some chuckles as she grinned, finding the whole thing humorous. "The fuck is this place?" She asked, noting the various spears they had spiked in the yard. "Not so sure if I'll get head in there or my head taken off," she teased as she met Mason at the front of the car and held out her hand so he could drag her in. They didn't get very far past the front door before she felt herself being pinned against a wall, the stranger's mouth moving roughly against hers, Laney desperately kissing back as her hands flattened against the wall, letting Mason control her body completely. 

"Welcome..." he paused for a moment (and for drama) before flourishing his hands. "To Nirvana." Then Mason chuckled. "The tourists say it's cursed. Or haunted." He didn't dare blow the secret that it was in fact a mess owned by four boys. Still, all jokes about their house disappeared the second their hands met and, without regarding the idea of any of his roommates being there he found himself and the girl pushed against the walls. He pinned her arms to the wall behind her, kissing her as roughly as possible. His hands trailed down the bare skin of her arms and snaked their way up her shirt. It was only then, and the feeling of her soft skin beneath his rough hands that made him long for the privacy of his room. So he led her up the stairs and into his room. The second the door closed he was untying her shirt, tossing it off to god knows where before his hands cupped her breasts. His kisses pressed everywhere except for her lips while he brushed over the peaks of her breasts with his thumbs. One of his hands moved to work on unzipping her shorts, a finger pressing again the fabric of her panties before a low growl escaped his throat. "Already so fucking wet. Just for me." And you could hear the smirk dripping through his voice as he tossed the shorts to the side as well, her panties following shortly after. "Fuck," Mason mumbled as he looked at her. "On the bed," he said, nodding towards the bed as he pulled four ties from his drawer. "Oh," he said as he looked at her where she was laying on the bed. "This'll be fun." 

Laney felt her knees growing weaker with each rough kiss he peppered, nipped, and sucked onto her skin. She had quite genuinely never felt her body longing to give itself to someone before the way it was doing so now. Thoughts of potential roommates he must have had in a house this size didn't even cross her mind, nor did she notice the mess of the living room or the odd decorations. All Laney could think about was how badly she wanted him to dominate her. She followed eagerly as he pulled her up the stairs and into his room, not caring to check out her surroundings there either as she felt his hands roughly tug her shirt off, her chest once again exposed the second time that night. She didn't care and it was obvious from the loud cry of pleasure she let out upon feeling his rough hands squeeze at her breasts, his calloused thumbs teasingly flicking over her hard nipples. 

She didn't fight it as his hands moved quickly to her shorts, Laney's hands running through Mason's hair, giving a soft tug when he fingered over her clit through her panties, nodding desperately as he claimed her wetness was for him - which it was. She was ready for him and everything he was claiming to do to and for her. Laney locked eyes with the boy as she bit down roughly on her own lip, nodding when he ordered for her to get on the bed. Had she not been so wrapped up in her thoughts about getting fucked she'd find it humorous that this was the first time they'd even seen a bed together, having previously preferred the public sandy beach or the also public hood of his car. Laney lay across his bed, as she watched him fumble through his drawers for a few ties. She smirked, "Do this often?" She teased as she sat up, holding both hands out, wrists together and turned upwards as if granting him permission to bind her as he so pleased. "Should I say please?" She asked teasing yet again. 

He glanced over, his eyes getting stuck on her figure, captured perfectly in the dim lighting of his room. He smirked and chuckled shortly at her question. "A time or two. I'm always partial to ties, then I remember the occasion when I wear them out," Mason told her with a wink. He thought maybe this was a dream as she held her hands out for him. It wasn't, and he tied the smooth fabric around her wrists swiftly before securing the tie to his headboard. A wicked grin spread across his face as his hands ran down her body, gripping her breasts roughly before they moved slowly down her stomach, carefully avoiding exactly where he knew she wanted his hands to be. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want them there either. Instead he spread her legs, tying each of them carefully before his hands made their way back up. "Now," he said as he hovered above her, thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples around. "Here's how this is going to go." He took his shirt off, rolling his hips so she could feel how hard he was for her already. "I'm going to fuck you, and you'll come for me. Again and again, because I'm me. I'll make you last longer than you ever thought you could." He put his hands on either side of her head, running one of them through her hair. "And when you think you're ready..." he paused, kissing her neck. He pulled away completely, leaving her exposed as he grabbed a condom and a small box before coming back to her. "I'll get out my little bag of tricks." 

Laney was having a hard time believing that this was all really happening. She couldn't help but think about how disappointed her father would be if he knew the first thing she'd done on vacation was find a nice boy to tie and defame her body. She licked her lips eagerly as he wrapped the silky fabric around her wrists, body not fighting against his as he lifted her arms to secure her wrists to the bed. Laney hummed out a soft moan as his hands trailed down her body, teasing mercilessly at her breasts as he did so before securing her legs next. And there she was, completely helpless and at his pleasure. She smirked again as he crawled back up ontop of her, the sharp moan escaping her once again as her hips involuntarily moved against his as he rocked his length against her core, her head nodding obediently as he explained how the night would progress from that point. 

Laney knew he had no problem making her come multiple times in short periods of time, the previous occurrence being unlike anything she'd ever experienced before if she were being honest. Her eyes followed him as he pulled out the small box, Laney biting on her lower lip roughly as she watched him open the condom. She swallowed, her body already worked up from the dominance he'd exerted just by tying her up and telling her the rules. "I'm ready.." she began, nodding over to the small box that sit perfectly on his bedside table. "Whatever's in there. I'll be a good girl. I'll say whatever you want to hear, call you whatever you want.. do whatever you tell me to.." she pleaded almost pathetically, but she couldn't help but need to know what he had planned for her. "Or shut me up with your cock. Right now I'm all yours." 

"Mmm," he hummed quietly with a smile on his face and a nod as he looked at her body, so ready and desperate for him. He looked at the box and set it down. "Those are for round three, if you're lucky." His voice was low as he spoke, returning to the bed and hovering above her once more. "Those are only for the good girls, and I don't know if you are yet. I need proof..." Mason pressed his lips against the girl's neck, sucking and nipping until he knew he'd left his mark. "So you can call me whatever the fuck you want while I'm fucking that tight little pussy of yours but don't you dare come until I tell you to." His voice was more of a growl as he held himself up with one hand and lined himself up with the other. 

All he could think of was her cries of pleasure the last few times they'd fucked and knew that she liked it rough, so rough is what he'd give her. He ran his thumb along her slit, making sure she was ready for him, before he thrusted inside of her without warning. He moaned at the feeling and quickly made sure she wasn't in pain before continuing. Hard and fast, breathless moans and cries full of pleasure passed their lips as he struggled to speak. "Not until I tell you," he told her as he could feel her walls tightening around him. He kept thrusting, moans and growls passing his lips at the very feeling of her surrounding him. "O-Okay, you can come now." He huffed as he, himself reached his second climax of the night. He could only hope there would be more to come and her cries of pleasure mixed with names that even turned him on became music to his ears. "N-Now..." Mason had to pause to catch his breath and even then had to stop between words occasionally. "Since you were such a good little girl for me, t-tell me... ice cubes, whipped cream... vibrator or blindfold? I promise... that I will enjoy any op...tion you decide.

Round three? This boy really did like to prove himself and Laney was more than okay with it. Her breath escaped her in soft flutters as he sucked at the sensitive skin on her neck, surely leaving some mark that would be a bitch to cover in this summer heat the next day. "Yes sir," she let out softly with a single shakey nod, obediently promising not to orgasm until given permission. She could come from the thought alone right then and there. She licked her lips, hands still tied above her head as she felt him on her exposed body, humming softly to herself as she felt him run his finger along her entrance, and taking a loud and sharp breath in upon his sudden and rough entrance. Her hips buckled forward as an automatic response, her hands too going to move as if to grab onto his sides but they didn't move very far before his toes kept her from having any control of what he did and where. 

Normally Laney loved dirty talk but right now she was overly aroused by the bondage and the steady, rough thrusts and the sound of skin slapping kept her silent as she focused on trying not to climax. She bit down on her lip roughly to stop herself from reaching her orgasm once he reprimanded her, feeling the desire to apologize as he tormented her, purposely making her wait until he knew her body could literally not hold it back anymore, or at the very least until he came. Mason finally granted the girl permission and a very loud moan of ecstasy was let out from her swollen red lips, her back arching off the mattress as she reaching her climax around his length as he did the same inside of her. He pulled out after a few moments of catching their breath together, Laney once again forgetting she couldn't use her hands to caress his toned abs or even brush her hair out of her face. 

She sat up as best as she could, still panting slightly as she smirked at the options, glancing over at the box. "Do I really only have to pick one? But I was such a good girl for you, Daddy." She smirked before biting down innocently on that lower lip again. "But if I had to choose then I'd say that I guess I am a little hungry.." she spoke innocently, insinuating that she was opting for the whipped cream option first.

He got on the bed beside her, pushing her hair back and running a thumb along her chin with a surprisingly soft touch. He couldn’t say his smirk hadn’t grown at the use of such a nasty pet name, and he definitely couldn’t say he didn’t want her to use it again. His thumb brushed across her bottom lip, swollen and pink from all of their kissing, and smiled at her. “Of course not,” he told her softly, leaning down to take her bottom lip between his teeth carefully, letting it fall back into place. “In fact were so good for Daddy, you might just get to use all of my little toys…” His hand had travelled its way down her torso before he ran 3 fingers over her slit, clucking his tongue as he looked at the wetness on them. “Such a wet little pussy. Such a slut for me…” He placed his fingers in his mouth, sucking softly as he maintained eye contact with the girl. 

As he reached for the fresh can of whipped cream his fingers made their way back inside of her, one at a time with only a few thrusts each. This time his fingers were nearly dripping with her pleasure and if he hadn’t already been turned on, he would have been at the mere sight. He put a dollop of whipped cream on the tips of his fingers and held them to her lips. “Suck,” he told her in a stern voice, moaning at the mere feeling of her lips around his finger. “Taste yourself, Baby,” he said in an accent that was thickened by the environment they were in and the sensations coursing through his body. Once he’d taken his fingers back told her to part her lips. She did so obediently and, as a bit of a reward his thumb began drawing figure-8’s over her clit. “This time,” he sprayed a small amount of whipped cream in her mouth before kissing her, their tongues meeting even with the sweet fluff around them. “You can come whenever you want to. Just keep talking to me like that… show me what a good little girl you can be for me.” His thumb moved slowly, tantalizingly, but with purpose and as he created a whipped cream trail down to her entrance, he took his time, sucking and leaving little marks the whole way down. He didn’t give a damn how long they took to go away, as long as she remembered him every time she saw them. 

Finally, his thumb was replaced by his tongue and he wasted no time gripping her tits roughly. “Did you wait so you could come in my mouth?” He laughed against her warm skin, his tongue running along the length of her slit. “Good little girl… so hot… come for me again, and then it’s my turn. We’ll get… those pretty lips… around my… fucking cock…” He paused between words to move his lips against her until her climax came and when it did he grinned proudly, cleaning up the mess she’d made with a smile before using his thumb to wipe the last bit of her off of his chin. Mason stood up, catching his breath and giving her a chance to catch her breath as well. He ran a hand through his hair, damp with sweat before opening his fridge. He tossed the whipped cream back and grabbed the ice cube tray, popping two of them out. “Okay…” he said, once they’d both regained their composure (as much as possible, at least). “I’m going to help you sit up and you’re going to work that magic I know you can do with those pretty little lips… and since you wanted to use all the little tricks, you’re going to do that until these melt. Then you can tell me to come, and if you really want me to use that vibrator on you or fuck you again, you’ll swallow like the good little girl you’ve proven yourself to be. Okay?” So he sat her up a bit more, letting the ties at her feet out a bit and making sure her arms weren’t hurting before place the ice cubes directly on the crevices between each of her thighs and her lips. “Take it away, beautiful,” he said as he placed one knee on either side of her, running a hand through her hair gently.

Teasingly, Mason laid besides her restrained body on the bed, his fingers lightly tracing up her neck until his thumb toyed at her lip before he kissed her softly and ending with a rougher bite of the lip but not before he ran his fingers along her already soaking  entrance, even the lightest touch of his hand causing her back to arch with momentary pleasure. His calm tone was laced with power and lust and being submissive to his every wish was all Laney could want at that moment. He'd clearly done this before - he knew just how to maintain his composure, he didn't come right away just at the site of her eagerness to be dominated and controlled. No, he steadied his voice as he almost talked down to her - another thing that for some reason drove her wild in the best way possible. All she could do was nod as she watched him suck her wetness off of his fingers, eye contact being made as he showed immense pleasure in tasting her. Her eyes followed as he moved for the the mini-fridge that seemed to double as his bedside stand - how conventional - but her mind didn't follow what he was getting as she let out a sudden moan when she felt his lengthy fingers pumping in and out of her suddenly - slowly as if to make each second his finger brushed past her clit even more torturous. Laney swallowed as she watched him lift his fingers, soaked with her pleasure, as he sprayed the whipped cream onto his finger tips. 

Licking her lips as he brought his hand nearer to her mouth, Laney's eyes widened as she obediently followed his order, lips wrapping around his finger, taking in a mouthful of her own cum and whipped cream and not showing an ounce of distaste for the combination as she locked her wide eyes with his while she very slowly sucked his fingers clean, once again licking her lips after the fact to clean off any excess topping.  He demanded for her to part her lips and she did so expectantly, eyes fluttering shut in a brief moment of ecstasy as she felt his finger come into contact with her sensitive clit yet again, a soft growl teasing at the back of her throat. She wasn't sure how much more stimulation her body could take in such a short amount of time - but she didn't want it to stop either. He sprayed more whipped cream directly into her mouth before suddenly pressing his own to hers, his tongue meeting hers as he shared the sweet treat with him, Laney nipping softly at his bottom lip before he pulled away. She wanted more of that. She wanted to taste more of him - any part of him that he'd give. She smirked at his request as he told her to continue talking the way she had been before and Laney nodded to show she would do as told like the good little girl he wanted her to be. "Yes, daddy," she replied sweetly, an innocent tone to her words as she bat her long lashes up at him, chewing innocently on her lower lip. Soft whispers of moans fell to her lips as Laney closed her eyes, her bound hands pressing finger nails into her own skin as he worked his thumb against her, obviously fully aware of the kind of state he was sending her helpless body into. "You feel so amazing, Daddy." She continued as her hips bucked against his hand, as if demanding to feel more of him but he didn't oblige and grant her wish because he was in control and it seemed he liked to see her squirm beneath him, at his mercy alone. 

Laney moaned inaudibly as he sucked against her body, knowing full well that whatever marks he was blatantly trying to brand her with would be a bitch to cover when all she owned were crop tops and bikinis, but that was a problem for another time. Right now her only problem was trying not to come too soon. Her moan become louder and sudden as Mason suddenly gripped onto her breasts, roughly massaging them and every so often pinching her perky nipples roughly to evoke a louder cry from her before she felt him truly give her what she wanted and press his mouth roughly against her pussy. "Mason - " she moaned out rather loudly; loud enough that anyone in the next room over would know their roommate was about to deliver her third orgasm of the night. Her moans became the sound of helpless cries as she whimpered against his touch, her hips grinding up and against his mouth as roughly as she could while he worked expertly with his tongue, flicking and sucking on her clit, tongue deep inside of her. What really sent the girl over the edge were the words he delivered in hefty breaths in between sucking at her pussy. 

"Fuck, oh, daddy! I'm gonna come for you like a good little slut. I wanna suck daddy's cock," She cried out as she grinded her hips roughly against him one last time before her body stilled, hips lifted to his face as a soft pant of relief escaped her own mouth. Her body went limp against his mattress as he moved form between her thighs, chest rising and falling as she caught her own breath, head turning to the side to watch as Mason so easily went from one thing to the next as he removed an ice tray from the mini-fridge, a soft laugh getting past her lips. She swallowed at his words, a small smirk spreading onto her face as she nodded yet again, letting him position her however he wanted - which was however gave her the best access to his rock hard length. Her eyes followed him as he carefully placed the two ice cubes on her, at first there was no sensation but it didn't take very long for a sharp inhale to occur as she coldness hit her skin. She swallowed nonetheless, looking up at him with wide eyes as he positioned himself. 

"Thank you, daddy." She spoke innocently, referring to him giving her the punishment and torture that he wanted her to have before licking her lips and moving her head forward, keeping her eyes on his as she slowly licked hard and slowly from the base of his shaft to his tip, her tongue swirling against it for a few moments before she pulled back slightly. "Please make me choke on your cock. I want you to pull my hair and push my head down if you want to." She gave him permission - more so pleading for him to be rough with her before she leaned back in and this time wrapped her lips fully around his cock, sucking up his length and to his head where she let her tongue pass over his tip a few times before sucking hard at the most sensitive spot. Not being able to use her hands always provided to be a challenge when it came to head, but Laney was more than happy to get creative as she hollowed her cheeks and began to push her mouth down his length, her tongue pressing flat against the bottom of him as her lips neared his base, Laney lifting herself slightly so she could best angle herself to take his cock deep down her throat. Now fully lubricated with her own saliva, Laney tilted her neck so she could push her head further down him, letting out soft gagging moans as she choked on him, bobbing her head as her tongue simultaneously drew random patterns on the bottom of him. 

All of the attention she was giving to his cock was a decent distraction to the ice cubes that were surely, but slowly melting away against her skin, Laney needing to take momentary sharp breaths in from the freezing sensation. She pulled back and completely off his cock for a moment to glance down as she watched the melting ice run down her skin, sending shivers up her spine as she whimpered a bit from the coolness. Just a little bit more. Laney eagerly wrapped her lips back around him, sucking tightly against him as she bobbed her head quicker - as if the speed she sucked him off would make the ice melt faster. She moaned out loudly as the coolness grew and ran down her thighs onto the mattress and suddenly she knew that there were no longer solid blocks of ice. Pulling off she forced eye contact. "You can come in my mouth now, daddy. I'm gonna be a good little whore and swallow for you," she continued with the innocent voice as she wrapped her lips around his cock one last time, but this time keeping her eyes up and on his, wanting to watch as he climaxed into her mouth. 

As soon as she told him so it seemed Mason came immediately, his hips bucking forward a few times as his hands pulled roughly at her hair and Laney pushed her mouth down further so he could climax down into her throat. After giving him a moment to ride out the orgasm, Laney pulled off of him before sucking his tip clean, using her tongue to wipe up the remainder of his orgasm before licking her lips. "Was I a good girl for you?" She asked, smirking as he caught him breath from his climax. "Next time Daddy comes I hope it's all over me." She slipped out casually. She wasn't sure if Mason would physically be able to fuck her again that night, but she knew this would also certainly not be the last time and she liked getting a little dirty. "In fact.. if you wanted to use that vibrator on me and make me squirm while you.. you know.. I'd be more than happy to take your cock as soon as you're ready, maybe let you'll untie me and flip me over and bury my face into your pillows and fuck me nice and hard from behind. And then you can come all over my back because dirty whores like me don't deserve any better." 

He had been gripping the headboard so tightly as she had her lips around his cock that he feared he may leave imprints. After he caught his breath (if he could even consider it that), he moved back, running a thumb along her jaw. He kissed her slowly but deeply, running his tongue along her bottom lip before nodding. "You were such a good girl," he whispered heavily against her lips, still not sure if he was breathing correctly. His next words tempted him to do just as she asked and he chuckled, running a thumb along her cheek now. "What makes you think I'm not ready now?" His hands ran up her arms slowly as he untied her wrists, making sure she hadn't been hurt in the process. Next he moved slowly down her body to untie her ankles, running his hands up her legs now. "Turn over," he told her, watching as she followed the rules. While he was exhausted, he could hardly pass up such an offer. So he lifted her hips up, getting a great view of her ass which he squeezed just a bit, unable to resist. He lined himself up, moving slowly this time, but not in a gentle way. No, he was just fucking exhausted but fuck if she wasn't the greatest he'd ever had. Plucked straight out of his fantasies, it seemed. 

He waited until he could tell they were both close before he pulled out abruptly, tossing his condom to the side and replacing his cock with his thumb, moving it to help her reach what he assumed was the last of a record number of orgasms. No one could claim the man was selfish. He used his other hand to work himself up, though it hardly took any effort after everything they'd done that night and the mere sight below him. So he followed her request, watched as he came on her back while she quivered beneath his touch, reaching a climax again. Afterwards he practically fell onto the bed, tossing her a towel off the top of his mini fridge. "You're a fuckin' trip," he said, running a hand through his hair as his breathing finally got back to a normal pace. "And I'd say I've earned your name by now, wouldn't you?"  

The helpless girl found herself craving his kiss more and more as he stroked her cheek. She kinked her brow as if to accept his challenge when he questioned her, letting him manhandle her arms so he could free her, Laney taking a silent moment to let out a sigh of relief now that she could finally move her arms again, pleased to see there were no red marks on her wrists from his ties. She let out a soft whimper at the teasing touch of his hands trailing up and down her legs, Laney instantly obeying and turning herself onto her knees when he commanded, a sharp breath of surprise escaping her as she felt him lift her hips for her, the girl smirking and biting on her lower lip all the same as she felt him roughly squeezing her ass and lining himself against her. Another sharp inhale in when he finally pushed himself in again, this time slow and tender for whatever reason, but fuck if she couldn't feel every inch of him even more so now than before. "You're so fucking big," she moaned out in a high cry as her hands bunched desperately at his sheets, her body almost needing to adjust to his size with each deep thrust he made into her. Between the immense amount of kinky dirty talk and foreplay, their tired and bodies that could probably quiver just from the touch of the other, it didn't take long before Laney began to tighten around his cock again. 

"Mason," she started in a soft pant before he pulled out and quickly replaced his length with his thumb. "Shit," she mumbled, knees shaking against the sheets as she rolled her hips back against his hand. Before she knew it Laney was losing herself again - this time soaking his fingers with her cum as she finally stopped rocking, moving her hair over her shoulder as she felt Mason this time climaxing all over her back. She waited to hear his last few grunts and jerks of the hand, glancing over to her side where he'd appeared, exhausted as anything and laughed, taking the towel and doing her best to clean off her backside. "I'll take that as a compliment," she laughed before tossing the dirty towel over the side of the bed and letting her own body collapse against his bed, her own chest heaving slightly up and down before dropping her head to the side to look at him. "Delaney." She answered abruptly. "My name's Delaney." She answered as she looked back up at the ceiling from his face. 

After a few silent but comfortable moments Laney pushed herself up from the bed, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and stepping over to the discarded clothing that littered his bedroom floor. "Well the party was fun. All three minutes I got to spend there." She teased as she pulled her top over top of her and tied the straps around her neck. After that she took a few steps back over to Mason, crawling on the bed slightly to hover over where he was propped up on pillow. "Thanks for fucking me so well," she whispered in a teasing voice before giving him one longer, slow kiss. She pulled away quickly and held up two hands. "Okay, I'll get an uber home. See ya," she announced without as much as a pause for questions or objections. She wasn't about to start doing sleepovers - this was a booty call. She was called, her booty got some attention, and now she was off again. But fuck, if she didn't spend the rest of the evening replaying that entire sexual encounter over and over in her head.

#opp: delaney #p: passionfruit #para: 004