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baepsaesbae · 4 years

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Pairing— Kim Seokjin x reader x Min Yoongi

Genre— SMUT like str8 up pwp

Warnings— Double penetration, threesome, oral (f receiving), nipple play, a butt slap, masturbation (male), unprotected sex, sensual themes in general

Word Count— ~2.6k

Summary— Bored and horny with your roommates during a social distancing period. What could go wrong?

A/N— Hi everyone! I hope you’re all staying safe and healthy~ Here’s a little something that will hopefully help lift your mood. Please let me know what you think!

Your roommates have always been competitive. That was one of the first things you noticed about them when you moved in. They competed to see who could help you move in the fastest (which was a blessing since you didn’t have to do any heavy lifting). Living with two random guys was an interesting thing to get used to, especially when they were already friends. It’s been a year since you moved in, and since then all three of you had gotten pretty close.

Now, due to the ongoing pandemic, everyone has been ordered to stay inside. It’s been months now, and you could swear you were all going insane. Playing board or card games always resulted in a sore loser (one or both of the boys). Day drinking had become such a common occurrence that even the thought of alcohol made you guys feel queasy, so that was out of the question now.

“Whoever does the next grocery trip can get puzzles?” you offered.

“You think I wanna do puzzles with Jin? That guy has no patience. I give him five minutes before he starts getting bored,” Yoongi scoffed.

“You WISH you lasted five minutes!” Jin childishly argued.

“We all know you’re a one pump chump,” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

You observed them silently from the couch, doing your best not to smile. They’ve been your main source of entertainment during these trying times. Their bickering was comparable to cheesy reality TV shows.

“What are you laughing at over there?” Jin dragged you into the conversation.

“Can you guys make fun of each other’s sex lives later? Let’s get back to curing our current boredom,” you responded.

“We have too much testosterone built up right now. Let us yell at each other for a bit first,” Jin said before turning back to Yoongi, “I think it’s pretty obvious who gets the most action around here!”

“You don’t SEE the girls I bang because I go over to THEIR place like a GENTLEMAN,” Yoongi raised his voice.

“So what? Are you guys gonna jack off in front of each other to prove who can last the longest?” you laughed.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jin’s squeaky laugh filled the room, “Unless…” he shot a sideways glance at Yoongi.

“There’s no way in hell that I’m doing that,” Yoongi immediately dismissed the thought, “But ___...how are you holding up?”

“Me? I’m fine. Online classes are weird but most of my professors are being super lenient so--”

“Not that,” he interrupted you, “You know…like uh...”

“He’s asking if you’re sexually frustrated,” Jin explained bluntly.

“Okay, I know I don’t get nearly as many dick appointments as you two but I make do,” you answered defensively.

“I may have an idea to settle our argument, but we’d need your help,” Yoongi tilted his head in contemplation.

“Are you guys both gonna fuck me?” you asked, now amused at the thought.

“Yes and no. If you’re okay with it, we’d be going at the same time. One in the front and one in the back. Unless you want both of us in the back, that part is up to you. Whoever cums first loses,” Yoongi explained.

“What does the winner get?” you try to mask your interest, it’s been so long since you’ve had any physical intimacy.

“They get to have fun with you all night long while the loser has to sit and watch,” Jin answered gleefully.

Both boys seemed to be completely on board with the idea. All they needed was for you to give them the green light.

“You guys are positive that things won’t be weird afterward?” you asked.

They both gave you their word. You took it with a grain of salt, knowing that neither of them have been laid in weeks. To be honest, you have been extremely horny lately. Living with two handsome guys wasn’t helping you. All rational thoughts were thrown out the window.

“I’d prefer one in the front and one in the back then,” you winked.

“Coin toss to see who’s where?” Yoongi suggested to Jin.

“Tails cuz I want that ass,” Jin answered with a smirk, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Dammit, tails,” Yoongi announced.

“Are we just going straight into this then?” you asked nervously.

“Don’t be silly. We’re gentlemen, foreplay is our middle name,” Jin took you by the hand and led you to Yoongi’s room, “It’s your idea, so we’re gonna use your room,” Jin said before Yoongi could complain.

They sat you on the bed, and that’s when things suddenly got awkward. All three of you stared at each other in silence, waiting for the first person to make a move. You were beginning to doubt your decision, and almost opened your mouth to call it off.

“Can I kiss you, ___?” Yoongi broke the silence.

“Uh, sure,” you agreed, scooting over to make space for him on the bed.

Yoongi shyly sat down beside you, showing you a side of him that you’ve never seen before. He softly brought his hand to your cheek as your eyes met. Your heart was racing, and you were sure Yoongi could hear it as he leaned in closer.

Meeting Yoongi in the middle was a dream come true. Admittedly, you’ve had a minor crush on both of them since you’ve moved in, but who could blame you?

Yoongi’s soft lips brushed up gently against yours. You found yourself melting into his palm as he continued to cup your face. The kiss was gentle and intimate, something you never wanted to end. Until you were abruptly yanked from Yoongi’s grasp.

“Hey what the fu--”

“My turn,” was all that Jin said before his lips crashed against yours.

Unlike Yoongi’s tender kiss, Jin kissed you with such a ferocious passion, it was almost as if you’d been dating and he hadn’t seen you in months. His hands immediately began to wander across your body, starting from your hips and working their way upward. You softly moaned into his mouth when his hands slid under your shirt to fondle your breasts. You yelped with surprise when he began to pinch and pull at your nipples.

“You’re so sensitive,” he chuckled, “This’ll be fun.”

“Stop hogging her,” Yoongi grumbled.

“Make me,” Jin challenged.

Yoongi yanked you away from Jin, and pushed you onto your back. His plush lips connected with your neck, aka your weak spot. You stifled a moan as he began to mix in small nibbles with his kisses.

“Take off your pants,” he ordered you, his dominance reemerging.

You shook off your pajama pants, revealing a plain pair of panties. You suddenly wished that you had gone to change into something sexier, and as such your body involuntarily shied away from Yoongi.

Jin pinned your legs down. He was about to kiss your stomach when Yoongi shooed him away. Jin was displeased but obeyed anyway, curious to see what the younger man would do. Yoongi kissed a trail down your neck, between your breasts, across your stomach, and finally settled at the top of your panties. He planted kisses on your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your pussy.

“Let’s get this off,” Jin focused your attention back on him as he tugged at your shirt.

“Then you guys have to take yours off too,” you huffed.

“Of course, princess,” Jin kissed your forehead, his sudden affection making you freeze.

He helped you take off your shirt, and in turn took his off afterward. You were about to make a comment on his physique when Yoongi flattened his tongue against your clothed core.

“Don’t ignore me,” Yoongi growled.

“Take off your shirt,” Jin reminded him.

“In due time, I don’t think she wants to wait any longer,” Yoongi said as he pulled aside your panties.

He licked up from your entrance to your clit. His tongue teased your clit in slow circles, causing you to moan. You covered your mouth in embarrassment, but Jin swatted your hand away.

“Don’t ignore me either,” he whispered as his lips once again connected with yours.

Jin played with your nipples as his mouth collided with yours. His kisses were wet and messy, but you didn’t care. You were lost in ecstacy. Yoongi’s mouth was heaven sent; every flick of his tongue had you moaning into Jin’s mouth. You gasped when he stuck a finger inside, curling to hit your g-spot.

“I think she’s ready,” Yoongi cockily stated.

“You ready for us baby?” Jin asked sweetly.

A simple head nod was all you could give them without getting too flustered. You couldn’t believe that you were in this situation. You were roughly flipped over onto your stomach before you could think too much about it.

The boys tugged off their pants and positioned themselves on either side of you. You looked up at Yoongi with anticipation. The moment he looked down and saw you, his cheeks reddened and he had to look away.

“You can take it out...if you want,” Yoongi muttered.

You didn’t hesitate to tug down his underwear, revealing his thick dick. You began to salivate on sight, you’ve never seen such a pretty cock before. You got closer to lick it when a sharp pain stung your ass.

“We have to go at the same time. Bad girl,” Jin admonished.

You felt him run his cock against your wet pussy, teasing you even more.

“Wait, shit. I should go get a condom,” Jin groaned in frustration.

“Just pull out,” you said softly.

“What?” the boys asked in unison with disbelief.

“I’m on the pill so it should be fine. I mean, as long as you’re both clean I’m okay with you guys pulling out,” you clarified.

“You sure?” Jin asked.

You nodded again.

“Alright then. Should I go get a timer?” Jin asked Yoongi.

“It doesn’t fucking matter. Please, I just want her to suck me off already,” Yoongi grew impatient.

“Fine, fine. In 3, 2, 1,” Jin counted down.

The boys entered you in perfect harmony. Jin’s long dick penetrated you deeply, and the curvature of his dick allowed him to graze your g-spot with every stroke. Yoongi let you take the lead as soon as the tip of his dick entered your mouth. He was worried about choking you, so he stood in place. Jin’s powerful thrusts made you gag on Yoongi’s cock anyway. Tears welled in your eyes as Yoongi hit the back of your throat.

There you were, being spitroasted between your roommates. Just the thought alone was enough to get you all riled up. Here you were, living your best life.

You did your best to flatten out your tongue to let Yoongi’s dick slide neatly in and out of your mouth. Unfortunately, Jin’s rough strokes had you moaning uncontrollably. Drool dribbled down your chin and there was nothing you could do about it. You looked up at Yoongi, only to find that his eyes were already set on you.

That did him in.

“Where should I cum? I’m gonna--oh fuck,” Yoongi stuttered as he unleashed his load into your mouth.

Jin was still thrusting, making Yoongi’s explosion even messier. Yoongi collapsed onto the bed beside you, defeated. Jin finally stopped moving and got off the bed.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked you.

You nodded after swallowing some of his cum. Jin came back with a warm washcloth and wiped off your face. He even handed you a glass of water. You were happy to see that his kindhearted nature was incorporated into every aspect of his life.

“No water for me?” Yoongi joked.

“No water for losers,” Jin said sternly, “Besides, the night is just getting started.”

You were flipped onto your back (which was a blessing, you were tired of having to prop yourself up with your arms). Jin smirked above you as his hand made a beeline down to your dripping pussy. He fiddled with your sensitive nub, making you squirm beneath him.

“You’re such a good girl, ___,” he cooed, “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you right.”

He inserted himself back in. Instead of resuming his rough pace from before, he took an agonizingly long time to bottom out. He used the same slow pace to pull out. You figured he was going to do it again, but you were wrong. This time, he opted to roll his hips into you. The sensation was different, and it allowed him to set a rhythm that was optimal for both of you. Judging by the high pitch of your moans, he figured you enjoyed it. He was absolutely right.

Yoongi moved to cup your face once more. He was leaning in to kiss you when Jin forcefully pushed him off the bed.

“Dude, what the he--”

“Losers don’t belong on the bed. They definitely don’t get to touch her for the rest of the night,” he snarled as he brought your knees by your ears.

This position let him hit even deeper, which you didn’t even think was possible. Again, he began to roll his hips. He leaned over to kiss you, forcing you to moan into his mouth.

“Hold your legs for me, princess,” Jin whispered.

You complied. As soon as his hands were free, one of them began to stimulate your clit. He went straight to rubbing you quickly, wasting no time in toying with you. It seemed as if he was desperate to make you cum before he did.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted Yoongi sitting at his desk chair, his eyes fixated on you. His pretty hand was wrapped around his fat cock, pumping it quickly. It looked like he wanted to cum with you too. His sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, and his mouth was agape as he concentrated on you. Yoongi gave you a little smile when you looked over at him. This time, it was his turn to make you come undone. That, and of course Jin going to town on you.

“I’m c-coming,” you announced as your body spasmed.

Jin helped you ride out your orgasm, his hand quickened over your clit. The extra stimulus made you squirt all over him, something you’ve never done in your life. Once he was sure that you’ve come down, Jin quickly went to jack himself off over you.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he panted before he splattered all over your chest.

Again, Jin went to go get a warm washcloth. In his absence, Yoongi quickly made his way onto the bed to cuddle you. He was the big spoon, and he brought you in close to his chest.

“Did you cum again?” you giggled as you asked.

“I did. Don’t look at my underwear. It was the quickest thing I could grab to clean myself off before Jin came back,” he answered.

“Dude, my cum is still all over her,” Jin said when he got back.

Yoongi just shrugged and kissed your cheek as Jin wiped you off.

“Guess I’m the little spoon then,” Jin said as he wiggled his way into the cuddle session, “Did you enjoy it, ___?” he inquired.

“I did. Maybe a little too much. I’ve never squirted before,” you admitted.

“I can always make you do it again,” Jin laughed.

“I can do it too,” Yoongi chimed in.

“You think you can do that? You can’t even last in her mouth!” Jin mocked.

“You would’ve cum first too if you were in my position!” Yoongi yelled back.

“Looks like you guys have another argument to settle,” you joked, trying to join in the teasing.

“Bet,” Jin said.

“Oh, you’re so on,” Yoongi sneered.

They agreed that the new bet is to be settled at the same time, different place (Jin’s room) tomorrow. You wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your isolated days like this.

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freshtomatoesddd · 3 years

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An Extra chapter i wrote for my TyZula fanfic.

The chapter I've been writing is surprisingly depressing so. So take my mind off it, as well as practice slice of life stuff, I wrote this extra chapter.

TW! MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND RAPE. NOTHING HAPPENS TO THE CHARACTERS, but Azula and Ty Lee talk about a book that contains such elements. They're about 14 at this time, and Ty Lee has started to realize her feelings for Azula.

FLOWERS

The Fire Nation royal garden was one mesmerizing sight to behold to anyone blessed enough to ever graze its beautiful path, let alone one star struck Ty Lee. Though it wasn’t her first time visiting the royal palace, it had been her first time seeing the garden in full. The girl had a grin on her face as she trailed across the garden, observing in detailed delight the many sorts of flowers the Fire Lady had so patiently cultivated. They came in all sort of colors, most being some shade of red and yellow, though there were a few whites and even purples scattered about. The scent of the flowers took Ty lee by surprise, most bearing a fragrant and pleasant smell she seldom came across her own home, intoxicating the brunette with their soft yet pleasurable scent.

“As you can see, I have the best garden,” Azula stated, loud and proud as she usually was.

Ty Lee’s attention laid still on the bunch in front of her, scarlet red petals peeking at her, it’s thorny stems nearly drawing the girl to at least poke it. A bit stupid if spoken out loud, however, Ty Lee always had an urge to at least press her fingers against such thorns. Certainly not enough to draw blood, but only out of curiosity, to see what would happen, how it would feel.

“Yeah, congrats,” Mai said, Ty Lee hearing her footsteps as she walked around the garden.

“Where did the Fire Lady find all these flowers?” She asked.

“From all corners of the Fire Nation, some as far as Ember Island,” Azula said.

Ty Lee turned around, her gaze met Mai, the girl’s fingers fiddling with the leaves of a bush.

“Huh, that’s pretty cool,” Mai said.

Azula scoffed as she crossed her arms. She raised one brow and pursed her lips ever so slightly, annoyance covering her face as she spoke. Her golden pupils stared at Mai with such intensity, as if they were to pierce through Mai’s body. Even in the midst of what seemed to be a rather casual conversation, Azula looked so serious. Ty Lee wondered what it would be like to have such a ferocious stare placed on her.

“I don’t see how. Anyway, let’s go play hide and seek,” she said.

Mai groaned. “Please, not that, you always make us hide and chase after us like some hungry tiger monkey.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be chasing after you if you’re hiding spots weren’t so easy to find, obviously,” Azula said.

Ty Lee looked off to the side, wondering how nice it would be for Azula to chase after her, how frustrated the princess would get if she couldn’t reach her. Surely, Ty Lee thought, the look on her face would be priceless, cute even.

“Yeah, Mai, you should be more creative with your hiding spots,” the brunette jumped in.

Mai turned to her. “Don’t tell me you’re siding with her.”

Ty Lee waved her arm. “Nah, it’s not that. I’m just saying, you know, if you don’t wanna be chased around then you should probably look for hard to find places.”

“Well too bad I don’t know any hard to find places.”

“Yeah that’s what I mean, you should try and find them, you know?” Ty Lee said.

“You’re precisely correct, Ty Lee,” Azula said.

The brunette turned to the princess. “Wait, really?”

Azula quirked up a brow. “That’s what I just said.”

Ty Lee’s eyes widened for a split second. She quickly looked away, knowing that she might risk burning up at the sight of Azula, after she had agreed with her as well. Ty Lee pursed her lips, knowing full well how ridiculous her feelings were. She wasn’t supposed to feel this way, not for any girl, and most definitely not Azula. She wondered why she had even developed such feelings for the young princess, only to be met with more than a dozen answers. From her intellect, to the way she spoke, her determination and single-minded drive, Ty Lee admired all of it and more. Ty Lee sighed, wishing the boys around her were as cool, as driven. Perhaps then, she’d be able to feel about them the same way she did Azula.

Ty Lee’s grey eyes pranced around the garden as Mai and Azula argued over the intricacies of hide and seek, the brunette eventually spotting the crown prince walking beside the Fire Lady. As per usual, they were engrossed in conversation, Zuko stuck close to his beloved mother. Ty Lee didn’t blame the boy, for the Fire Lady had a certain poise and charm to her. From her warm gaze, her inviting smile, down to the way she carried herself, Ty Lee wondered how one person could be so graceful.

“Hey, isn’t that Zuko?” Ty Lee asked, a smirk growing on her face.

Mai whipped around, her eyes locking onto the boy at once. She grew red as an apple, Ty Lee and Azula giggled at the sight, the former struggling to keep laughing once she heard the princess’s laughter. Clearly, Ty Lee was no better than Mai.

She jostled her friend, though stammered as the brunette tried to speak. “Hey—hey, why don’t you make a move?”

Mai frowned. However, Azula stepped in and added fuel to the fire.

“Ty Lee’s right, Mai. You should advance while you can, before Zuzu gets matched off in an arranged marriage.”

Ty Lee looked away for another brief moment, unable to handle the pace of her beating heart. It was fast and rapid, pounding against her chest as if to break free. Ty Lee took in a small breath, turning back to her friends as she repressed her desire to run away and scream.

“You don’t know that,” Mai said, crossing her arms.

“Well, he is the crown prince, after all. Once he gets older, it would make sense to marry him off.”

Mai turned to Azula. “Well, does that mean you’re going to get married too?”

Azula smiled, laughter slipping past her lips. “Don’t be stupid, Mai, I don’t need to get married.”

“How do you know that?” Mai asked, her face still flushed red.

Azula laughed once more, finger pointed towards the flustered girl. “Oh please, the only reason for me to get married is to create alliances. But since the Fire Nation is about to dominate the entire world, then what sort of alliances would we need to make?”

“But Zuko,” Azula’s golden pupils looked to the side, paying close attention to her brother as she placed a finger on her chin, “He’s the crown prince and needs to make heirs. You need to get married to do that, at least, for the heirs to be legitimate.”

“Well, duh you need to get married to have kids” Mai said.

The princess chuckled. “You don’t need to get married to have children.”

Ty Lee quirked up a brow. “Really? Actually, how do kids even, you know, happen? Do they like, come out of bamboo stocks? Or large peaches?”

Azula rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms, scoffing at Ty Lee’s ignorance. “Not even close.”

Ty Lee pursed her lips, chest aching at Azula’s words. Once again, she knew it was ridiculous, stupid even for her to get hurt over such trivial insults. It was ordinary for the princess to act as such, and Ty Lee would normally brush off her remarks as nothing to be given a second thought. However, over the course of the past few days, she’s had little else to think about other than Azula. Ty Lee sighed, looking off to the flowers at her side. Perhaps, her feelings would fade away in time, nothing more than another one of her plentiful crushes. But even then, she wondered if she’ll ever feel such intensity for another person in her lifetime.

“Don’t be so upset,” Azula’s word cut through Ty Lee’s thoughts.

“I’ll make you two a deal. If you can successfully hide from me for fifteen minutes, I’ll tell you where children come from,” she said.

“Really?” Mai asked, her words laced in doubt.

Azula nodded, hand placed on her chest. “Of course, a princess always sticks to her promises.”

“Right…Anyway, let’s just get it over with.”

The young princess promptly turned around and covered her eyes. Quickly, she counted down from ten, giving Ty Lee and Mai little to no time to find and secure their hiding spots. Ty Lee immediately began running towards where Azula was facing, unconcerned to where her friend chose to hid herself. Thankfully, the princess hadn’t specified where they were allowed to hide, and so Ty Lee ran towards the garden’s walk way.

She ran past red pillars which held up its tiled roofs, her footsteps muddled by the sturdy stone under her feet, no matter how hard she sprinted. Ty Lee ran and ran, not exactly sure of where she would end up. The girl whipped her head up, thinking as her legs kept barreling her forward, nearly causing the girl to crash into a few of the walkway’s tall pillars. Much like the pillars, the wood which held up its roof too was made of strong, crimson colored wood, strings of rosy wooden patterns stretching across each pillar.

Eventually, Ty Lee ended up inside the royal palace. She ran still, running around the dizzying array of hallways, each covered in the same soft carpet, coated in the same bold colors of red and yellow, tall doors at each side of every corridor, it’s doorhandles made of intricately designed metal of lion heads. Before she knew it, Ty Lee had reached the monument which marked the academic section of the palace. Towering pillars held up a pagoda style roof which scratched the heavens, a dragon coiled around each pillar as they pointed towards a statue of Fire Lord Sozin, an inscription written under him Ty Lee couldn’t afford to stand still and read. The road forked off into three paths, Ty Lee opting to take the right most road as she figured that Azula would have a fondness for the library.

As the girl dashed down the stone path, the only thing indication that she was moving forward being the red ribbons tied unevenly around the stone fences, she witnessed a rather large pair of doors. Unlike the library, they had already been opened, no doubt swung as they flew all the way back to the other side of the maroon wall.

As the girl stepped inside, she saw a wide rectangular table at the very center of the room, scrolls, leather books and brushes littering its clear glass covering. Some were stacked on top of one another, ink splattering a few parts of the sleek wood. The table itself was fairly standard for the royal palace, made of no doubt expensive, regal wood painted with a dark finish. The chairs, however, Ty Lee took a liking to them. Not only were they tall, they were also comfortable. Surely, she figured that sitting was much better then kneeling, and wished that sitting too was granted the ‘proper’ status that kneeling did.

Of course, being the nature of the academic section of the palace, bookshelves covered both sides of the room, the wall facing Ty Lee’s front spared as it only had a painting of Fire Lord Sozin hanging on it. Gently, he swayed with the wind, Ty Lee nervous that the late Fire Lord might fall at any given moment. Next to the wise man were two tables, both of which were empty, save for a random brush and some scattered scrolls, some even unrolled to the ground as Ty Lee wondered if someone accidentally stepped on it.

As the brunette leaned back against her rather comfy chair, she wondered what sort of a person, or rather, persons were busy enough to turn the study area to such a mess. The girl placed a finger on her chin, wondering if a few generals gathered just a few hours earlier and forgot to clean up. Perhaps, in their super serious meeting, they were re-searching the best way to destroy the Earth Kingdom, or something along those lines. However, Ty Lee noted that such an idea wouldn’t exactly make sense, as such issues would be addressed in war meetings, not study areas. Another thing which didn’t add up was the mess. If generals or anyone that wasn’t apart of the royal family left the place in such untidy disorder, Ty Lee was sure that the Fire Lord would banish them as soon as he found out. And seeing as the doors were wide open, she figured that he already knew.

Ty Lee snapped her fingers as she was reminded of the gaping doors. “Darn, I forgot to close them.”

Jumping off her chair, she approached the large doors. However, Ty Lee was not intimidated by their size, for she placed her palm in the wood and pushed hard. Unfortunately for the girl, she lacked the physical strength required to close one door without using both hands, along with her body. One door closed, another still open. Ty Lee took in a breath, sighing as she walked towards the other. With much the same bone aching struggle, she finally closed both, sliding to the ground in exhaustion. Ty Lee leaned against them, sighing once more as she wondered why the royal palace needed to have such unnecessarily heavy gates acting as the entrance to almost every room.

“So annoying,” Ty Lee huffed.

Somehow, she got on her feet and sauntered back to the same chair, sitting on it as she leaned back.

“Ah man, this seat feels so nice, I should probably ask mom to buy us these.”

Ty Lee thought for a moment, of her mother, and if she’d even be able to talk to her that day and the next. Realistically, she knew it to be untrue, for her mother and father were busy people. They had fellow important people to meet and mingle with, leaving her with only her servants and sisters at home. Ty Lee looked off to her side, eyeing the tall stack of books beside her, wondering what sort of a madman would read six books in one sitting. And judging by the amount of paper scattered about the table, how many brushes and ink trays were stacked on top of one another, the person was supposedly studying them as well.

She leaned forward, grabbing the top most book from the pile. “Well, if I’m gonna be stuck here I might as well do something.”

Ty Lee opened the book and flipped to the first page. In it, there was a brief description of a nameless kingdom, seemingly under political turmoil from within, its citizens suffering as a result. So far, it was a typical ‘intellectual’ book Ty Lee would see scholars argue about. She flipped to the next page, introduction of the supposed protagonist. He had no name, other than his given title as king. The man looked to unite his kingdom, to reach his country��s true greatness, whatever that meant.

As the brunette quickly grew invested in the story, she realized that though the king had good intentions, he was not a good man. He would attack his enemies without a second thought, killing his prisoners and pillage any village that laid between him and whatever army he was fighting. He would make a point to deliver swift devastation to any one population or person which got in the way of ‘achieving greatness’, by any means necessary. To say the least, the man was a monster, for he didn’t even feel pity when beating his pregnant wife when she pleaded for him to end his bloody crusade. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be reading such horrid tales, but she couldn’t look away, riveted by the story’s graphic accounts and deep plot.

So invested was Ty Lee to the plot that she had neglected to use her ears. Entrenched in the story, Ty Lee failed to recognize the sound of wood dragging open. It was only until a hand landed on her shoulder did she realize she’d been caught, Azula staring at her with the same fierce glare she gave Mai. Ty Lee froze, unsure of what to do or say. She had yet to recover from the gruesome tale, and she was now facing the rather annoyed looking princess. She gulped, feeling to be under the microscope that was Azula’s stare. Nowhere near as exciting as she thought, rather, it was terrifying to be scrutinized by means of a single look. Her hands shivered as a chill traveled up her spine, Ty Lee pursing her lips as she did little else than look at Azula.

“What are you doing here?” the princess asked in a low voice.

Ty Lee stammered as she struggled to for words, dropping the book entirely.

“Oh, me? I was…um, uh, I was uh—reading, and stuff.”

Azula quirked up a brow. Slowly, her hand approached Ty Lee’s direction, the girl wincing as she questioned what Azula would do. However, the princess grabbed the book and dusted it off, neatly stacking it on its original pile.

“You should refrain from mishandling my books,” she said in a stern voice.

The brunette’s eyes widened. “Wait, that was your book?”

Azula scoffed. “I just said that.”

Ty Lee looked around. “Does that mean that all of these books belong to you?”

Azula nodded. “Indeed.”

“So, like, all of this stuff belongs to you too? The books, the scrolls, the brushes and the ink too?” Ty Lee motioned her hands to the objects listed, disbelief clear in her eyes.

Azula shrugged. “What of it? In fact, why do you care of what I do in my spare time?”

Ty Lee gulped. “Ah, you’re right, sorry about that. But I mean, it’s pretty cool that you study super hard in your spare time. Like, I can barely do my homework right.”

The princess chuckled, Ty Lee’s heart pounding fierce against her chest once more. Unlike last time, she could not look away, it would be rude. So instead, the brunette smiled along, repressing her urge to flee form the immediate vicinity and do breathing exercises.

“Hilarious as always, Ty Lee. This is not for school, I’m studying things far more advanced than what you or Mai will ever learn in your lifetime,” the princess said.

Ignoring the insult, Ty Lee placed a finger on her chin. “Wait, if it’s not for school, then why are you studying?”

“I’m not studying, I’m learning.”

“Yeah, learning what?”

Azula leaned in, Ty Lee taking in a breath as she did so. Faintly, she could smell Azula’s fragrant shampoo. Ty Lee resisted the urge to shake her head, noting how creepy it was for her to even think of something like that.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” the princess said.

Ty Lee turned away, unable to meet Azula’s eyes. She pursed her lips, heat creeping up her neck. She clung on to the table, her fingers clawing at its wood to take her mind of the situation. But she knew, better than anyone that it was no use. No matter how hard she tried, to ignore and run, there was no denying the physical proximity between her and Azula. The princess was so close, so much so Ty Lee could practically hear her breathing, their faces only just a slight finger away. She wasn’t sure why Azula was doing such a thing, whether it be for her own amusement at Ty Lee’s expense. But whatever it was, the brunette hoped for it to end soon.

“Why are you so red? Are you sick?” Azula asked.

Ty Lee turned to the princess. She opened her mouth, though shut it as soon as her eyes met with Azula’s. Once more, she struggled for words, her attention stuck onto the princess. But soon enough, Ty Lee was able to force herself to speak.

“What? Me? Sick? No way. Nah, I’m totally fine,” Ty Lee said.

Azula was silent for a brief second. “You’re a horrible liar.”

The brunette sighed. “Yeah, I am.”

The princess spent another second or so staring at Ty Lee, much to the latter’s painful displeasure, her pounding heart practically cracking her ribs open. However, soon enough, Azula sat next to the brunette. With her arms crossed, she closed her eyes.

“Mai’s gone home, that’s how long it took for me to find you. How annoying,” she said.

Ty Lee couldn’t help but smirk, proud of her accomplishment. “Does that mean you get to tell me where kids come from?”

“I suppose. It depends, would you like to know?”

The brunette nodded. “Yeah, tell me.”

“That book you were reading, have you gotten to the section where the King met his future bride?”

Ty Lee scratched the back of her head. “Yeah, but I kinda skipped that part. It was getting…weird.”

Azula sighed. Slowly, she opened her eyes. The princess reached for a brush and paper.

“When the King first met his bride to be, he was so overcome with lust that he couldn’t contain himself. And so, in the dead of night, he snuck into her room.” Azula dipped the brush in ink.

“His bride had no knowledge of this, so she was fast asleep,” Azula folded the paper.

Ty Lee had absolutely zero idea what the princess was talking about, for the concept of lust and whatever strange happening Azula was talking about was completely new to her. And so, the brunette willfully listened to what Azula had to say, her ears wide open.

“The King spread the woman’s legs,” Azula placed the brush’s inked edge against the paper, “And went inside of her.”

The princess pressed brush through the paper, tearing it as Ty Lee winced. Now dirtied and torn, Azula set them aside.

“And that is how children come to be.”

Ty Lee furrowed her brows.

“So, basically, you…need to…uh,” the brunette couldn’t finish her sentence, unsure of what to say.

“I know what you’re going to say. And no, you don’t need to be in a bed. In fact, you can do it most anywhere, with anyone. It doesn’t really matter who or when, or even how it happens. So long as it does, there’s always a possibility for a child to be conceived,” Azula said.

Ty Lee leaned back against her chair, confused on what to do with her newly gained knowledge. She certainly couldn’t tell her parents about it, nor anyone she knew. So perhaps, she would carry it along with her, keeping it to her lonesome. But then again, the question arises once more, what exactly was she to do? Ty Lee fiddled her thumbs, staring off into nothing as she thought about what Azula said.

“Um, did the, uh, did the bride know what was happening to her?” she asked.

“No, not at all,” Azula said.

The brunette furrowed her brows. For some reason, what Azula said left a sour taste in her mouth. “Uh, I don’t think that’s okay.”

“In the eyes of the King, anything is fair game so long as he’s the one pulling the strings.”

“Yeah, okay, that’s pretty much his whole character. But, like, I don’t think you should just do that to someone without them knowing, you know? It just doesn’t feel right.”

“Since when did you start having opinions on literature?”

“Uh, since I read that book, I guess.” Ty Lee played with her fingers as she turned to Azula.

Much to her surprise, Azula had some semblance of a smile on her face. Not her usual snide smirks, or patronizing grins. Rather, perhaps, it was one of genuine amusement, how she didn’t expect Ty Lee of all people to take up the moral nuances of her book. The princess kept her smile as she leaned forward, resting her head on one hand, her golden eyes fixed on the brunette.

“What do you think of the King?” she asked.

“Well,” Ty Lee searched for the right words, “He’s a pretty bad person, so I don’t really like him. I mean, if he really wanted to unite his kingdom and achieve greatness and stuff, why couldn’t he just, you know, do it peacefully?”

“Well, his country has been stuck in a civil war for over a century, any chances of alliance between the warring sides was a mere dream,” Azula said.

“Yeah, you’re right. But still, even if he had to attack all those armies and villages, couldn’t he at least spare the innocent people? I mean, they had nothing to do with the war or the political plot, but they were massacred like animals. It just, doesn’t seem fair to me, you know? He wanted to help his people, but they became worse off under his rule.”

The princess smirked. “And how’s that?”

Ty Lee was taken aback by Azula’s smirk. “Um, you know, the economy and stuff. Since he burned downed and killed all the people in the farming villages, they had no crops or really any kind of food. He also destroyed the ports to stop his enemies from trading, right? So, he also can’t get any help from the outside.”

“What would you do if you were in the King’s position?” Azula asked.

“What? Me?” Ty Lee pointed at herself.

“Yes, who else am I talking to?”

Ty Lee stayed silent. She thought long and hard of what she was to do had she been in the King’s shoes, if there was even anything she could do to bring peace and ‘greatness’ to her kingdom. She knew that for one, she’d have to stop the civil war. But as Azula said, an alliance between the warring sides was impossible. She could try and try, and her calls for negotiations would fall on deaf ears. So perhaps, rather than trying the peaceful way, she’d have to bring them down herself to keep order. But then again, that would make her no better than the men who instigated the civil war in the first place. She would be just like them, a person who thinks of what she’s doing to be great and good, operating by her own moral compass.

Ty lee shook her head. “I…I don’t know, it’s complicated.”

“How so?” Azula asked.

“If I try the peaceful way, nothing will happen and innocents will die. But if I try the war way, more people will still die. There’s no winning.”

“So, is that what you see as winning?”

“What?” Ty Lee asked.

Azula leaned against her chair. “You want to bring peace to the kingdom with as little lives lost as possible.”

“Well, yeah, obviously.”

“I see,” Azula crossed her arms. ‘Well, however you see it, the King won in the end.”

Ty Lee raised a brow. “What? How?”

Azula clasped her palms. “He sought to unite his kingdom no matter the cost, and so he did. Even after his kingdom fell apart and crumbled, he had by definition achieved his goal, and so won. I don’t deny that his actions are near sighted and foolish. However, the one admirable trait I found within the king was his drive, his resolve.

“He had made it his purpose to unite his kingdom, and by proxy cause it to achieve greatness. Throughout the entire story, he stopped at nothing to inch closer towards that very goal. Not even after his wife’s death did he bother to reconsider his plans, or even so much as think of possibly ending his crusade. No, rather, he had the resolve to see his plan through. And by the end of it all, it was he who sat on the throne, it was he who brought his country to unified glory, even if only for a brief moment.”

Ty Lee furrowed her brows. “So, you like the King? As like, a person?”

Azula chuckled. “As a person, I’d have him executed if he so much as grazed my presence. However, I can admire his traits, even if they belonged to an idiotic psychopath.”

Ty Lee had nothing else to say or add, and so the girl merely nodded. The two of them spent the rest of their evening talking, about the book, and of other things. Whatever they were, it was not important to Ty Lee, for she was far too busy savoring every moment she spent with Azula. For once, she was able to speak with the princess in a way that made her feel good. Yes, her chest ached at the very thought of her, heart pounding as if she were to be chased down by a hungry tiger monkey at any given moment. But through it all, Ty Lee was still happy. Quite honestly, that was all that mattered to the girl, and she wished the princess felt the same way as well—no matter how unlikely it was. A/N: Hey there :) If you've enjoyed this little chapter, consider reading the actual fanfic here Anyway, thx for reading, and have a nice day.

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harringrovetrashrat · 4 years

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#41 and #11 but they are playing straight in front of the other guests (?)

I… don’t know what happened here, but this got away from me. I was originally gonna do something cute and tongue in cheek and Billy and Steve getting it on in a closet and then pretending they didn’t just suck face, and then the angst came a knocking and took over. And this all just kinda happened.

I hope you enjoy, anon! (And no worries, I still plan to write the other one ;) )

TW for homophobic language (the f slur)

#41 SPIN THE BOTTLE and #11 “YOU CALL THAT A KISS?”

Steve was on the couch, watching the party around him as he nursed his drink. It was almost spring break now, and he had started to go back to parties. Mostly because Billy still loved parties and since Steve and Billy were friends, Steve went. Wasn’t harassed by Tommy with Billy there. Well, not as much. He was still sour over the fact that Steve had dumped him and Carol, been easy pickings, and then suddenly usurped Tommy’s role as Billy’s right hand man. And he made sure Steve knew it.

But free booze and drugs were free booze and drugs, and Steve was still stressed from last fall. Stressed about school. Stressed about Billy.

He and Billy had been fooling around for a few months now. It had started around Christmas when they both found themselves at the Quarry. They’d been on better terms since the tunnels, forming a sort of friendship, and then that night, after drinking whiskey to keep warm, Billy had kissed him. Steve hadn’t known until it happened how much he had been wanting it to happen. Hadn’t realized that that was what those feelings were. Had kissed back ferociously and sloppily, until they had parted, panting and red lipped. Since then, they’d continued, unable to keep their hands off each other for too long.

It was hard though, of course. School was easier with them being friends now, but even so, Billy had never been overly affectionate with anyone, and it would have been noticeable if he’d been different with Steve. So they were careful. And the ways it could go wrong, especially for Billy, made Steve worry.

He was lost in thought when there was some shouting from the den. Steve stood, pushing through the slightly smaller crowd, to find a circle of teens with a bottle in the middle. He snorted, rolling his eyes a little. He thought this game had stopped being cool, but there was no limit to what drunks found entertaining. Steve spotted Billy, being forced into the circle by Krissy, and it made him prickle with jealousy. He sat between Tammy and Lucy, not about to idly watch Billy kiss girls. They met eyes across the circle and Billy raised a brow. Steve just shrugged, but Billy knew him too well, and he got that smug smirk he always got when Steve made it apparent how clingy he was. Billy was into it, luckily enough.

“I’ll start!” Carol called, spinning the empty beer bottle. It landed on some dude from the football team, and Tommy frowned when they kissed. The game continued, boring and kind of annoying, until Tammy landed on Nicole and all the guys cheered, chanting for them to kiss. The girls played it up, using obvious tongue and moaning obnoxiously. Steve thought he would have been into it, probably would have been before Nancy and everything, but they were so obnoxious, it made his insides squirm in a bad way. Billy just looked bored.

After that, the game carried on simply enough until Steve, who had gotten a simple peck from Stacey, spun the bottle, and it landed on Billy. The room quieted, many sets of eyes darting between the two. They met eyes across the circle, Billy’s smirk growing, and Steve turned bright red.

“Come on!” Tammy called. “We did it!”

“Yeah!” Nicole agreed. “Do it! Do it!” The boys in the room looked decidedly uncomfortable, but they were playing it by ear. If Billy didn’t care, they wouldn’t care. At least outwardly. Billy cracked his neck and leered at Steve.

“Well, well King Steve,” he said, tongue flicking across his top teeth as his eyes glinted dangerously. Steve tried to subtly adjust himself. “We gonna give the ladies what they ask for? Or are you chicken?” Steve rolled his eyes, but smirked before he leaned across the circle and pecked Billy on the lips. There was a tittering from the crowd and Tammy yelled,

“You seriously call that a kiss?” Steve locked eyes with Billy again, a fire churning low in his gut. It wasn’t that he didn’t wanna kiss Billy; of fucking course he did. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to do it right here right now. Especially when Billy was looking at him like that.

Billy gave him a quirk of the brow, one Steve had come to recognize as Do you trust me? And Steve did. So he let Billy yank him in, smile wide and devious, before shoving his tongue into Steve’s mouth. He bit back a moan, doing his best to make it look like he was only pretending to enjoy threading his fingers in Billy’s hair. The noise around them stuttered to a stop, silence sweeping in until they pulled apart, panting and red lipped. There was a beat before Steve gave a small quirk of the lips, and held out his hand.

“Not bad, Hargrove,” he said, letting the cockiness King Steve had worn as his crown out just a bit. Billy’s eyes flashed and he licked his lips obscenely.

“Next time tug on my hair a little harder,” he replied with a wink. The room erupted into noise. The girls were staring, eyes wide, smiles big, obviously pleased with the show they got. The boys were trying to act like they didn’t care, but were obviously not expecting either of them to have gone through with it. But no one wanted to look lame in front of Mr. California.

Billy settled back and rested his hand on Krissy’s knee. It helped Steve’s chub go down, but it also made his stomach twist. It’s what needed to happen. Rationally, he knew that. But fuck. Fuck he wanted to fucking shove his tongue down Billy’s throat without anyone making a fuss. Without fucking fear. Without having to make it a fucking joke.

“I mean, it’s a little gay though, dude,” Steve heard Mark say. “Like, kissing another guy?”

“Get your panties untwisted,” Billy grumbled around the cigarette he was lighting. “Shit only means shit if you want it to. You really think each hooker is into the guy she’s fucking? Nah man.” He exhaled the smoke into Mark’s face, making him cough. “They go where the money is.”

“Yeah but you didn’t get paid to do that,” Tommy said, sneering just a little. He’d never been the most open minded, and even Billy’s status couldn’t keep him from opening his fat mouth.

“Lemme give you some education, amigo,” Billy said, voice sharp, eyes even sharper. “Chicks dig confidence. They dig you showing off how comfortable you are with yourself, yeah?” He leaned forward, the cherry of his cigarette getting dangerously close to Tommy’s face. “You get paid in pussy for shit like that, Hagan.” His eyes glinted and Tommy flinched back, just the slightest. The rest of the guys seemed to mull this over, not wanting to argue with someone who was known to violently burst. Especially when drunk.

“It’s still gross,” Tommy mumbled, not meeting Billy’s eye. Billy rolled his eyes and pulled back, exhaling the smoke as he pinched the cigarette between his thumb and middle finger.

“Hagan, I have seen you eat out of the trash,” he droned, smirking more when Tommy went red and the girls around laughed at him. “And you didn’t get paid.”

“Whatever,” Tommy grumbled, anger pouring off of him. Krissy seemed to get tired of the conversation.

“Billy,” she cooed into his ear, hand rubbing up his thigh. Steve clenched his fists and tried to will that angry little green monster away. Those were his thighs too feel up, his chest to admire, and his lips to kiss. “The game’s a bust. Maybe we should just say that your spin landed on me?” Steve stood up abruptly and headed for the kitchen. The sounds of the group in the next room were quieter and he took some calming breaths. He grabbed an open bottle of tequila and poured himself a shot, tossing it back easily.

“Got what you wanted, huh?” Tommy’s voice cut through the quiet in the kitchen like a knife. Steve turned, frowning. He hadn’t even noticed Tommy had followed him.

“What?” Steve replied, because he was jealous, tired, and needed a fucking drink if he had to watch Krissy Simpson suck face with his boyfriend all night. Well, kind of boyfriend. They hadn’t really made it a thing, not out loud, but Steve could think about it however he wanted. And boy, did he want Billy to be his boyfriend. It was a vaguely sobering thought.

“I see the way you look at him,” Tommy sneered, voice low. It made Steve’s hands clammy but he rolled his eyes.

“Are you fucking kidding me man?” Steve asked. “Look at him like what? Like he’s an obnoxious tool that happens to be my friend?”

“You look at him like you looked at Wheeler.” It was like Steve had been drenched in ice water. He couldn’t help the way his breath stuttered and his eyes widened. Tommy grabbed a beer from the ice tub, eyes never leaving Steve. “So,” he repeated, words slow, calculated, and cruel, “Did you,” he popped the tab, “Get what,” he moved closer to Steve, who found he couldn’t breathe, “You wanted?”

“Fuck off, Tommy,” Steve bit out, trying to ignore the wiggling in his stomach. The nerves that threatened to burst. Tommy slammed the beer on the counter and shoved Steve up against the fridge, magnets clattering to the ground as Steve let out a whoosh of air.

“I’m not stupid,” he hissed. “You look at him all the fucking time. Bet you were just praying that the bottle would land on him. Fucking disgusting.” Steve turned red in embarrassment and anger, shoving Tommy back, despite the fact that his nerves were making him feel like throwing up.

“I said fuck off,” he repeated through gritted teeth. “You’d don’t know shit.” Tommy shoved him in retaliation and Steve cursed when the corner of the counter jabbed into his back.

“I’ve known you since we were kids,” Tommy said, an old hurt laced in his voice. “I know plenty. Like how you were the one who said we should practice kissing, you were the one who always wanted to fucking holds hands, you were the one who–”

“Shut up!” Steve yelled, shoving Tommy back again. This gathered some attention from the other room, finally, and people crept in the doorway, ready to watch a fight. “You think you know me, but you don’t know fucking anything,” he spat out. He was shaking, angry and scared, and his hands curled into fists at his sides. Tommy didn’t bother acknowledging the crowd, but his mean grin meant he knew they were there.

“Does he know?” He asked, taking a step forward. “Is that how you climbed back up the ladder? King Steve, down on his knees, just fucking begging to su–” Steve punched Tommy in the jaw, fury boiling over, heated by fear. The crowd ‘ooh’d. Tommy stumbled back, but recovered quickly enough and tackled Steve to the floor. They grappled, cheers from the group egging them on.

Tommy got the upper hand, as he usually did, and punched Steve so hard his head spun. He spit some blood on the floor next to him and bucked, trying to dislodge the other boy. Tommy just sneered and reared back to punch him again when he was being hauled off. Billy pulled him by his collar, making him choke ever so slightly. His eyes were dark and furious, teeth bared and glinting as he pushed Tommy against the counter until he hissed.

“You’re really pushing your limits tonight, Hagan,” he said, voice low and dangerous. The room buzzed with energy, tense and excited. Tommy bristled, but didn’t shove Billy, though he was clearly itching to. Billy leaned closer and tilted his head. “Well? You gonna tell me why you were beating up on Harrington?”

“‘Cause he’s a fucking–”

“Just leave it, Billy,” Steve said, finally getting up. The alcohol and fight had made his legs wobbly. Billy turned to look at him, earring glinting in the light as it swung. “It’s nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing.”

“Tommy’s being a fucking douche, what’s new.” Billy snorted and Tommy surged forward again, pressed back into the counter with a hiss by Billy’s arm. “Fuck this,” he said, giving Tommy the finger. “I’m fucking leaving, alright?” He was so goddamn tired of this evening.

“It’s ‘cause I’m right, isn’t it,” Tommy sneered. Steve just shook his head and pushed through the crowd, ignoring the way everyone stared at him.

“Right about what?” He heard Billy ask. And Steve froze a little, because Tommy running his mouth to Steve was one thing, but running it to Billy? It wasn’t like Billy didn’t know, obviously, but he didn’t want to have to hear this. Have to hear Billy tearing him down because kissing for a joke was one thing, but someone actually being gay? That wasn’t going to fly, even if Billy tried to play it off. Steve looked back and wished he hadn’t because Tommy looked fucking gleeful. Like Steve had given him a fucking present.

“That Steve wants to suck your dick,” he said conversationally. The room quieted and Steve heard the feet of the people next to him shuffling away. Felt the panic creeping up on him. Felt like he was definitely going to throw up. Billy took a step back from Tommy, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. Steve just shook his head and let out a shaky laugh.

“You’re delusional, Hagan. No need to project your feelings onto me.” He was glad his voice didn’t waver. Tommy snarled and jerked forward to go at Steve again, but Carol’s hand on his arm stopped him.

“Fuck you,” he seethed, arms trembling from holding himself back. “You disgusting fucking faggot.” Steve didn’t let his reaction show, just stared Tommy down, wishing he hadn’t come to this stupid fucking party. Billy was just staring, eyes wide, like he didn’t know how to proceed. How to say anything to Tommy that didn’t incriminate them both. And Steve– Steve suddenly didn’t care. They had just over 2 months of school left and it wasn’t like Steve cared about any of these people. They’d dropped him the minute he wasn’t in and had only accepted him back because Billy willed it.

“And what if I am,” he said, surprised at how even his voice was. He could hear the ripple through the crowd, could see the way Billy tensed up. “What if I am a fucking faggot?” He walked towards Tommy, who seemed surprised at Steve’s sudden turn. “At least I’m not a fucking piece of shit like you. At least I don’t suck dick and kiss ass for power in a fucking high school.” Tommy went red, baring his teeth. Steve sneered. “At least I’m not a fucking coward.” Tommy swung again, but this time Steve was ready. Knew it was coming. So he used Tommy’s weight to pull on his arm and flip him over onto the ground. He slammed into the cupboards under the counter and some cups of unfinished punch tipped over and dripped down on him. Steve turned and high tailed it without stopping to look at Billy. Wasn’t sure he could. People parted like the red sea for him, eyes wide.

When he finally got to his car, Steve’s hands were shaking. He fumbled with his keys, panic starting to set in.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hissed, throwing his keys to the ground. He pressed the meat of his palms to his eyes until he saw stars, trying to will away the tears threatening to leak out. What a fucking shit show. He took a few shaky breaths before crouching, turning to lean his back against his car. “I’m such a fucking idiot…” After a few calming breaths Steve grabbed his keys from the asphalt, got in his car, and drove away. He wished Billy had followed him out. He wished a lot of things.

Steve didn’t bother to take off his shoes when he got home, heading straight for his father’s study. His whiskey was off limits, but Steve didn’t give a shit anymore. Wanted to fucking blackout and forget the night ever happened. Forget the cold shoulder he’d certainly be getting come Monday morning. He didn’t bother with a glass, just drank straight out of the decanter as he went to the living room, collapsing onto the couch. The whiskey burned in the right way and Steve reveled in the feeling as he wallowed.

“Good going, Stevie,” he mumbled to himself. “Ruin the one good thing you had going for ya.” He took another gulp of whiskey, already starting to feel more pleasantly warm again. “Just, just had to prove a point… Just had to get one over Tommy.” He blinked through the tears that had started to fall. “Had to prove a point.” He curled in on himself, whimpering. “You fucking dumbass.” The decanter slipped from his fingers and thudded to the floor, the whiskey dribbling out. Steve didn’t move to pick it up or clean it. Just sat there, curled in on himself, until he fell asleep.

He woke up to something banging on the glass doors of the living room. Everything was blurry with sleep and he groaned as he sat up. It was still dark out, so it couldn’t have been long. He rubbed at his eyes and turned to look, jumping when he saw the shadowy figure.

“Harrington!” Steve tensed up at Billy’s voice. Found he wanted to get up but couldn’t move. “Harrington for fuck’s sake, lemme in!” Steve got up and stumbled to the back door, fumbling with the lock. Billy ripped it open the moment he could and he surged forward. Steve flailed and moved backwards, running into the coffee table and falling on his ass with a thud. He looked up at Billy, eyes wide with panic, and felt his lungs starting to get tight. Billy looked down at him, his face unreadable. Or Steve was just really, really fucking drunk. Probably both. Neither of them spoke, the only sound in the room Steve’s quick breathing.

“W-What do you want, Hargrove,” Steve said, unable to take the waiting. Figured he’d prompt the fight that was bound to happen, since they’d talked a lot about secrecy and how Neil couldn’t know. Billy’s jaw twitched.

“What the fuck was that?” Steve swallowed and looked away.

“I know,” Steve whispered. “He was just– He fucking– Fuck!” Steve buried his face in his hands again. “Tommy just gets under my fucking skin and he figured it out anyway and I just– I’m so tired of hanging out with people who pretend to give a shit only when it benefits them. I’m tired of pretending like I care about any of this, this bullshit. I just–” He deflated a little, hands still covering his face. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered. “I’m sorry.” Steve jerked when he felt a hand on his shoulder, pushing himself back along the coffee table. He hyperventilated, panic seizing him, and when he looked at Billy, he seemed shocked.

“I–” Billy stammered, thrown. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” Steve swallowed with difficulty and let Billy touch his shoulder again. The blonde’s brow furrowed and he crouched so he was eye level with Steve. “What did he even say to you?”

“Why?” Steve asked. “Why does it matter? We can’t– I mean– Why are you here?” Billy licked his lips and looked down nervously. He bit his lip, weighing his options as Steve watched him, wary.

“It’s– I’m–” He let out a harsh breath through his nose. “I was worried,” he mumbled. Steve blinked.

“What.” Billy blushed and grit his teeth, still looking away.

“I was worried. Because you were fucking drunk and still drove home.” He licked his lips again and looked at Steve.

“So… You’re not here to fight me?” Billy let out a strangled sound and ducked his head.

“Oh my god,” he muttered under his breath. “No, I’m not here to fight you.”

“But aren’t you mad? I mean, I fucked everything up.” Billy watched, face carefully blank. “And honestly I– I can’t do this.” Billy’s face crumpled and he stood.

“Oh.” Steve could see his hands clenching and unclenching. “I guess I’ll just leave then.” He moved for the door and Steve’s still very drunk brain worked in overdrive to figure out what the fuck was happening.

“Wait, Billy–” He stood and the room started to spin, making him trip himself up and he fell to the floor with a hard thump. He groaned and wished that he could wake up from whatever fucking nightmare the world had cursed him with. Calloused hands gripped his arms and hauled him up, Billy’s frowning face suddenly right in front of his. Steve couldn’t help himself. He kissed him. When Billy pulled back Steve winced. “Sorry, I know you don’t want me to–”

“What?” Billy furrowed his brow. “What do you mean I don’t want you to?”

“‘Cause I outed myself. So you don’t wanna see me anymore. ‘Cause your dad’s a dillhole.” Billy’s mouth opened slightly and he blinked away his confusion before ducking his head again.

“Oh my god, I’m a fucking idiot, of course you–” He sighed and looked up, shaking his head as he hauled Steve to his feet. “Come on, pretty boy,” he grunted as he heaved all of Steve’s weight up and onto the couch. Steve let him, turning his head to press a kiss to Billy’s hand when he pulled away. He made a face.

“Sorry, I just–”

“Stop apologizing.” Steve snapped his mouth shut and looked away. Then Billy was turning his head back, making him look him in the eye. Steve felt his heart speed up. Billy’s gaze was intense and searching. “What did Hagan say to you?”

“He just– He just implied some shit about me sucking your dick that’s it.” Steve licked his lips.

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m just not telling you everything.”

“That’s lying by omission, baby,” Billy replied with a fond smirk. Steve let out a heartfelt sigh, unable to stop himself.

“I love it when you call me pet names,” he mumbled into Billy’s palm. He could feel that his face was flushed, but whether it was because of what he admitted or the alcohol, he wasn’t sure. When he looked at Billy from under his lashes, his ears were pink and there was a flush spreading down his neck.

“Yeah?” He whispered. Steve nodded and looked away again.

“Tommy– Tommy knows a lot about me,” he said, voice soft. “Fuck, he was my first kiss, not that he’d ever admit it.” Steve could feel the way Billy tensed and he smiled a little to himself. “So he knows when I’m in love. Knows what it looks like.” There was a sharp intake of breath from Billy, but Steve couldn’t look. He couldn’t. “He said that I look at you like I looked at Nancy. That’s how he knew.” Billy was quiet except for some ragged breathing, but he hadn’t pulled away. Steve turned to look and, oh. Billy was staring at him, eyes dragging slowly over his face. Face flushed and mouth slightly open as his thumb made small circles on Steve’s cheek.

“You look at me like you looked at Wheeler?” His voice was hushed, full of wonder. Steve’s breath hitched and his eyes darted to Billy’s lips. He nodded dumbly.

“I can’t do this,” he said, speaking quickly so Billy wouldn’t run, “Because if you hated me, if you didn’t want this as much as I do, I– I couldn’t– I can’t pretend like I don’t love you.” Billy kissed him then, soft and sweet and nothing like the kisses they usually shared. He pulled back enough so he could speak.

“We’re gonna figure this out, okay? But it’s not gonna be easy– If my dad–”

“I’ve got a bat with nails in it and I’m friends with the police chief,” Steve said, bratty and so full of emotion he wasn’t sure what to do with it all. “I’d like to see him try.” Billy smiled against his lips.

“And Hagan?”

“Tommy’s never scared me.” He paused. “Carol scares me though.”

“Yeah, she was out for your balls after you left,” Billy chuckled. His face dropped a little and he pulled back. “I couldn’t– I didn’t know what to say after–”

“Honestly,” Steve mumbled into Billy’s palm, which still hadn’t left his face, “I don’t give a shit. And I’m too drunk to care about it right now.” Billy’s smiling lips pressed against his again. “Also, I don’t think I can get upstairs,” he mumbled.

“Lucky for us you’re a rich bitch who has a huge couch.” Steve snorted but his eyes were closing.

“Get up here and fucking cuddle me, you dickhead.” He fell asleep to the sound of Billy’s laughter.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #tommy hagan #angst with a hopeful ending #homophobic language #anon #prompt fic #ask

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profitinaecho · 4 years

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So You Wanna Spin Ch9

Max skims a hand up Liz’s exposed thigh where her black nightgown rode up in her sleep, smiling as goosebumps erupt over her skin. “Good morning.” His deep voice rumbles as Liz stretches.

“What time is it? You’re already dressed.” Liz remarks, noticing Max is already in crisp jeans and a blue plaid shirt. Liz’s hands flutter around her wild dark mane trying to tame it without a comb.

“9. I wanted to let you sleep. We’re already checked out, you just have to pack.” He watches her wake up fascinated. They always see each other first thing in the morning but they haven’t ever woken up together before.

Liz quickly sits up, flustered, Max’s wandering hand dropping to the bed. They’re running hours behind. “9! Max, we have to be on the road to get to El Paso to check in.”

Max chuckles and rolls her over under him, pecking her nose. “Nobody is going to be hoarding hotel rooms in El Paso in September. Kids are in school, it will be a ghost town. Just like everywhere else we’ve stayed.” Max goes to give her a proper good morning kiss and Liz wiggles out from under him. She’s running and he lets her, because he knows she will make a move on him when she’s comfortable again.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” It’s an excuse while she processes what happened the night before and they both know it. Max will let her run away- for now.

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“I’m sorry the hotel breakfast was packed up by the time we got down there, Liz.” Max glances over at his partner contrite. “We can pick up anything you want on the way out of town that you want. Oh! Look, that place with the croissants you like.” Max automatically turns on his blinker and heads for the small bakery. Liz had had their chocolate croissant three days that week.

Max pulls into the bakery parking lot as Liz’s personal cell phone rings and she picks it up with a bubbly “Hola!”. Max pantomimes nibbling a croissant and sipping coffee and Liz nods. He smiles at her rapid fire spanish knowing she is talking to her father and slips out of his seat leaving her to talk to him in peace.

When he returns with her coffee that is more cream than coffee and her chocolate chip croissant a few minutes later, Liz is giggling and talking about some telenova called Rubi. He can hear Arturo on the other line insisting that she needs to catch up on it so they can discuss the latest developments on it together. Apparently, something scandalous happened in the newest episode and he can only discuss it with Liz.

Suddenly, Liz hears a wail of aye caramba and a crash in the background at the Crashdown. “Papi, are you ok?” Max glances over at her concerned before merging onto interstate 10 towards El Paso

“It’s just Fernando. He forgot to use a potholder again.” Liz can practically see her father shaking his head in resignation that his employee will just drop pots every now and then. “Is Max there?”

Max sits up straighter as if Arturo can see him and smiles nervously at Liz. “Yes he is. Why?” Liz asks her father suspiciously.

“He's treating you right? Keeping his hands to himself?” Arturo growls on the other end of the phone. He is a short man, but he protects his family ferociously.

“Of course, Papi.” Liz sing songs back to him, in a well trained way from teenagehood that probably saved her boyfriend in high school’s life.

“Have a good trip, my amore” Arturo ends the call after another crash in the kitchen.

“Your dad is going to kill me if he ever finds out I touched you.” Max gulps, moving over a lane to avoid a tumbleweed on the two lane highway.

“He better not. I’m a grown ass woman.” Liz takes a defiant sip of her coffee and unwraps her croissant. She hates it when her father treats her like a baby.

Soon, Max’s personal cell phone rings. His eyes widen comically when his phone begins playing “Bossy” by Kelis and Liz raises an eyebrow at him in question at the bouncy club song. Max asks Liz to answer it since he’s driving and put it on speaker.

“Hello? Detective Evans’ phone” Liz answers Max’s phone after swallowing her mouthful of breakfast quickly, putting him on speaker phone.

“Oh my god, is this Liz?” Bursts an excited female voice. “Don’t worry, this isn’t a booty call. This is his sister, Isobel. He kept talking and talking about you and swearing you were real.”

Liz giggles nervously and Max growls “Isobel!”

“It’s true little brother!” Isobel chirps back at him cheerfully.

“We’re twins and I’m taller than you. So I’m the older sibling…” Max starts, just as they had argued countless times before.

“If you say so. Anyway, did you finally touch her or still jerking it behind closed doors.” They could hear the smile in her voice but nonetheless, Max sputtered.

“Oh my god.” Max blushed from the collar of his shirt to his ears.

“Oh! I finally mastered that hovercrafting technique you walked in on me practicing with Noah, you’ll be glad to know.”

Max gags in response while Isobel laughs delighted at his discomfort in her sex life. “Did you just call to torture me in front of my partner?”

“Of course not. Mom said to tell you to come to dinner next Sunday if you are back by then. You should bring Liz so we can meet her.”

“I’m sure Liz has better things to…” Max offers Liz an out, unsure if he is hoping she will accept or not. On the one hand, he wants to get serious with this woman. On the other, his family is freaking embarrassing.

“I’m free Sunday.” Liz pipes up, listening to the siblings fondly. It makes her miss her sister, Rosa.

“Traitor.” Max mumbles at her.

Isobel laughs delightedly. “Perfect! Just bring yourself. Mom always overcooks and has too much wine.”

“Is there such a thing?” Liz smiles.

“You read my mind! Love you, BABY brother.” Isobel exclaims then hangs up.

The two sit in silence for a moment, before Max breaks it. “So, you’re coming to family dinner.” He sees the sign for Texas approaching up ahead.

“You met my dad. It’s only fair. It doesn’t have to mean anything. We’re colleagues.” Liz twirls her long black hair nervously.

“Right.” Max smirks at her nonchalance.

“Your sister is a lot. Mine was too.” Liz smiles over at Max then jumps at a sudden loud pop. Max curses as the SUV swerves just as they cross the Texas border and eases it to a stop on the shoulder of the road.

“What was that?” Liz looks around panicked for the culprit of the noise.

“Flat tire. It will be ok. We have a spare.” Max leans across the console to squeeze her hand reassuringly then starts unbuttoning his plaid shirt to go out in the peak Texas sun.

“Max, is this really the time?” Liz flushes, watching his nimble fingers undo the buttons, transfixed.

“It’s hot outside, Liz. You’re lucky I’m not stripping down to my boxers.” Max winks at her then tosses her his shirt playfully. Liz only huffs his rain scented shirt a little.

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Liz bites her lip as she watches Max’s arms flex as he finishes tightening the lugnuts on the spare tire on the back right of the cruiser. Max comes up to her open window drenched in sweat carrying the wrench and shoves his head in her window.

“Ohmygodthatfeelssogood.” Max groans when the cool AC hits his face. He gently hands the wrench to Liz then playfully shakes off his sweaty hair in her direction making her squeal at him. “I got the tire put on. We need to stop at the first safe looking hotel we see to stop for the night. I’m not sure the spare will make it all the way to the hotel we were supposed to stop at.”

He gently takes the bottle of water she hands him and goes around to the driver’s side of the cruiser. He waits until an 18 wheeler passes and there is an opening in traffic before opening his door and hopping in quickly. He whips off his sweat soaked white undershirt and tosses it into the backseat, cranking the AC full blast. Liz traces his tattoos with her eyes before being startled by him clearing his throat.

“Elizabeth, my eyes are up here.” Max gestures at his eyes firmly, before breaking into a grin at her contrite expression. “You're always welcome to look at me, Liz.”

Liz curls into herself at the butterflies that erupt in her stomach at his words, looking out the window for a hotel. “There, Max!” She points one long crimson fingernail at the run down but well lit motel off the side of the road.

“Good eye, Liz.” Max agrees, turning on his blinker. It is Friday night and the small motel is across the street from a busy bar but seems to be relatively empty. Finding a room shouldn’t be a problem.

Max puts his plaid shirt back on and buttons it up smiling lopsidedly over at Liz. “Ready?”

At her nod, he meets her around at the hood of the cruiser, placing his palm gently on her lower back to guide her to the front door of the motel. When they reach the front door, he holds it open for her like his mother always taught him to do then follows her to the front desk.

“Welcome to Motel Del Turo, how can I help you?” A rail thin teenage boy with braces asks from the other side of the counter.

“We need two adjoining rooms, please.” Liz crosses her arms and smiles serenely up at the boy.

“Oh. We only have one room. It has a king size bed.” The boy wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “It’s the jalapeño room. VERY spicy.”

“Oh. No, we couldn’t possibly… I’ll sleep in the cruiser. ” Max starts, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Don’t be silly! We’re both adults and I will just end up in your room anyway.” Liz argues, placing her hands on her hips.

“You sure?” Max searches her eyes for any hesitation, although she has ended up in his room a lot lately.

“Positive. I don’t want to sleep in this hotel alone, Max.” Liz looks up at him through her long lashes, biting her lip.

“We’ll take it.” Max decides, sliding the teen his company card.

“You guys need condoms, towels or anything?” The boy nods his head suggestively at Max.

“Just the towels, thank you.” Max signs his name on the receipt feeling like he’s having some sort of out of body experience.

#rnm echo #ficlets? ficlets?#rnm fic #roswell nm #so you wanna spin the world around

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fantasiesxwritten · 4 years

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Water Works

“Chris, I don’t know what else there is to say.” I retorted blankly. He had spent the past 20 minutes trying to convince me of all the reasons our relationship was worth salvaging. In my mind, none of those reasons mattered because if it was worth it; it wouldn’t take my leaving him to light some fire under his ass. I looked down at the ground and my feet, while shaking my head; leaning against my car as he pleaded with me in front of my house.

“Raven, c'mon baby. You really wanna throw two years down the drain just like that? Is that what you really want to do?” Chris cupped his two fingers under my chin and lifted my head up, so that I was looking at him again. I quickly broke my gaze, I didn’t want to look into his eyes and become weak to him again. That’s how he always got me. This time I wanted to show him I was serious. “No, don't Raven baby me, Chris!” I spewed, pushing his hands down before he could retrieve my face in his hands again. He was so persistant. Sighing as he kicked his feet along the curb we stood next to, Chris slid his hands inside of his pants pockets. “So we’re really done?” He asked again, as if asking in a different way would illicit a different response. “That’s what I said, Christopher.” I replied sternly, chewing on the inside of my jaw. I did that when I was agitated. “I don’t believe you.” I chuckled, shaking my head at him, in complete disbelief over what he was saying. Thunder rang out in the night air as lightening followed shortly after. Both of us ignoring the clear signs that a storm was brewing, we continued to go back and forth about this repetitive issue. With my hands on my hips, I felt defeated with him thinking this was all a game, as always. “Well believe me. You know, I don’t even know why I’m still standing out here with you like this. I’m about to-” The rain fell suddenly and hard; it was literally a torrential downpour that caught us both off guard. I flinched as the cold drops fell against my skin, feeling frozen for a second. I was about to say I was going inside and now I had more reason than ever to leave him out here. Looking into his face now, as the rain poured down his face and sexy jawline; soaking his body completely, I was having second thoughts. Not about going inside, but about leaving him out here; I shook my head trying to rid it of those thoughts. He reached his hand out to me only this time I didn’t reject his touch. “You’re about to what?” He asked, his expression soft and inviting. It was as if the rain itself had calmed both of us down; extinguishing my anger that was growing from his blatant denial of my wishes. “I’m going inside, Chris. It’s fuckin’ pouring out here.” I tried to keep my facade for as long as I could. He moved closer to me, his arm wrapping its way around my waistline and tugging me closer to him. Both of our clothes now soaked to the extreme and clinging on for dear life to our bodies; he looked down into my eyes. “If you really want us to be over, then let me have one last night with you…” Chris suggested, his one hand finding its way down and slipping into my pants sneakily. I pondered for a few on his proposal and figured that was feasible only because my body was begging me to let him; the way the rain was falling down on him had me unbelievably turned on. Without answering him, I grabbed his hand and began to pull us from the curb and up the walkway to my doorway. When we reached my doorstep where we were shielded from the rain now, Chris stopped me and turned to have us face each other. “If I make you squirt, then we agree to stay together and make this thing work.” He stated. I looked at him, struggling against my own wetness forming between my legs and his ridiculous bet he was trying to get me to agree to. I couldn’t help but smirk, “You’re not going to make me squirt, Chris.” I argued. “But if I do, we don’t break up.” I chuckled, opening my door and walking inside with him following behind me. “Fine. But you’re not making me squ-” Chris grabbed me up by my arms, forcing his lips into mine, shutting me up in mid sentence. I didn’t even try to fight it as I kissed him back, grabbing his face in my hands. We interlocked into the most sex craved kiss we have ever had, as our tongues danced with one anothers, me trying to swallow his down my throat. I tilted my head while sucking on his tongue with immense pressure as his hands found their way up the back of my shirt, lifting it up. We both pulled back from the kiss, to look into each others eyes; both of ours filled with passion and sex written all in them. In a mutual agreement, we both undressed ourselves in a hurry, taking time out between each article of clothing we disrobed from; reuniting our lips again in sloppy kisses. Both of us were anxious and turned on at this point; I almost fell trying to get out of my jeans, being wet made them that much harder to get down my legs. We were both undressed now, admiring each others bodies, as I pressed myself up against his. Chris instantly scooped me up into his arms and carried me over to the couch where he plopped himself down, making me fall into his lap with both of my legs straddled over him. He dipped his head down taking my breast into his hand and bringing his mouth down on my nipple, flicking his tongue across my nipple and sucking on it roughly. “Mmm, Chrisss.” I moaned out lightly, feeling the fire between my legs stirring. He moved his mouth over to my other nipple now, doing the same as he had done with the one before. Small jolts swept over my body as he bit it gently between his teeth, while rubbing the other one with his thumb. I couldn’t wait any longer, I needed to feel him deep inside of me and he had fucked up letting me be on top; now I could control my own orgasm and how it came. “Lift up.” Chris mumbled, removing his lips from around my nipple. I did as he said, lifting myself up slightly so his hard dick could breath quickly before it suffocated inside of me. I hovered over him just for a bit before he gripped the base and allowed me to slide myself down onto him, starting from just the tip poking through before he slowly disappeared inside. A long, soft moan escaped my lips as I sat down on him, instantly rolling my hips and grinding on him. I was soaking wet which made grinding on him easier, it seemed his dick just flowed in and out of me as I pulled it in and out. He slid down on the couch some, so I had more room to work with, as I continued lifting up and dropping it back down on him. My movements turned into heavy bouncing, leaving Chris scrunching up his face and biting his lip from the pleasure. I watched his face expressions change as I slapped my hands down on the couch behind his head, gripping it tight in my hands. I was rocking hard as hell on him, all while bouncing; feeling his dick pulling in and out of me. “Mmm!” I moaned out the last time his dick slipped back inside of me, keeping up my steady bouncing on top of him, picking up the speed though. Chris grabbed my waist, pulling me harder and harder onto him, groaning out now and closing his eyes; looking completely overwhelmed in all of this from the look he wore on his face. “Shiiiit, Raven. Ride this fuckin’ dick.” He commanded, throwing his head back against the couch on top of my hands where they remained holding on tight. I spent the next 10 minutes rocking back and forth on top of Chris, occasionally bouncing and watching him lose it, because when I would bounce; I contracted my pussy muscles around his dick making the resistance killer for him. “FUCKKK YESSS!” I screamed out as Chris began to thrust himself up inside of me fast, matching my heavy grinding strokes against him. “You gonna cum?” He asked as he spoke through clenched teeth. “Cum? Yesssss.” I spoke through heavy breaths, “Squirt? No.” I smirked at him, continuing to bounce on his thick dick as it filled me up, biting my lip as I came back down on him. “That’s what you think.” Chris warned, sliding his hands down to my ass to grab me up as he stood, and then turned around to lay me down on the couch; all while his dick remained inside of me. Reminding me why he was my sex God. I grabbed onto the cushion of the couch in anticipation for the way he was about to pile into my pussy, I saw it in his eyes. He grabbed at my thighs and spread them further apart, pressing down on them as he slid himself in and out of me, slowly at first and then faster with each pump. “Ba-ba-baby..” I struggled to even moan out to him, without feeling like I was going to cum. He moved one hand from my thigh to bring it up to my lips, hushing me and then trailing his hand down to my neck, where he got a good grasp on it. “No words, you hear me? Moans and you squirting on this dick. That’s it.” He commanded. I moaned out softly at this words, that shit was so sexy to me. I loved when he talked to me that way, it made me want to fuck the shit out of him even more. But I knew what he was doing right now, he had noticed that I wasn’t going to squirt while I was on top of him, I had too much control. The position we were in now was usually how I was able to squirt, and no matter how much I tried to contain it from this angle, I would fail. Chris stroked me long, hard and fast; emphasis on hard and fast. He had his knees bent down as he worked me; everytime he went inside his dick was grazing my g-spot, teasing me and preparing me and him for the biggest explosion ever. I hadn’t squirted in months and the last time I had it was by myself, he has never actually seen or made me do it before. He pumped into me ferociously as he eased up the grip he had around my neck and brought that same hand to my breast, cupping it hard and rubbing over my nipple with his thumb again. My grasp on the couch now tightened as I felt my body building up, it was a feeling I got inside of my lower stomach and it felt like I had to pee, but I know that wasn’t the case. Chris watched my face intently to see the different faces I was now making everytime he entered me hard and came back out of me slow. “Oh fuck baby, yesssss! Yessss, please stay right there.” I moaned and begged out in ecstasy as I felt that pressure down there growing. “Didn’t I tell you no words?” He clenched his jaw, as he moved in and out of me faster now, still pressing down on my left thigh while my other leg began to tremble. “AHHH, I’M SORRY DADDYYY!” I screamed out, throwing my head back, leaving my mouth wide open as I felt myself getting closer and closer. Chris smirked as he pinched my nipple between his thumb and fore finger, never slowing while he focused in on my face. My leg was shaking more now than before as I stretched it out more, my stomach moving up and down as fast as the breath that was leaving and entering my mouth. “Oh my God.. oh my God..” I chanted through my many moans, as they seemed to roll incessantly off my lips. “OHHH FUCKKK! Pull out, Chris! Fuck, move move move!” I screamed in complete delirium from the orgasm that was quickly washing over me. Chris grinned down at the sight of me losing it, as he continued his quick strokes for as long as my body would let him, before the pressure itself began to force him out of me. He backed out of me quickly as I moved my hand down between my own legs, rubbing over my clit fast; squirting all over Chris, the couch and anything within my range. “AHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK!!! OH MY GODDD, BABYYYY!” I screamed out so loud, my own hoarseness cut me off short as Chris bit his bottom lip in awe and arousal. Chris jerked his dick while he watched me, using my juices as more than enough lubricant for him to get off as I did. After I had came, I couldn’t even touch my own pussy because of the sensitivity the area now held, as I moved my hand away quickly; my breathing erratic now as I tried to regain most of my consciousness. Chris came over to the couch, still stroking himself as he hovered over my face; I already knew what that meant. I guess I could at least give him that after what he had just given me. I stuck my tongue out as he slid himself into my mouth, tip first; still stroking the base of his own dick. I closed my mouth over him as he pulled back and forth, driving himself into my warm and wet mouth as he let himself go all down my throat. Groaning and grunting out as he shook slightly, cumming all down my throat and forcing me to swallow it before I could even taste it. After I swallowed him down, I sucked all of his length until his dick popped off of my lips, leaving my mouth. Looking up at him, he grabbed me by my hair and just bit his lip at me; a slight smirk growing across them. “So being that I won our little wager, no more of that fuckery you was talkin’. Nonsense about us breakin’ up and shit. I'ma go pee and you can get up at anytime, put our clothes in the dryer and I’ll meet you upstairs for round two. That is if you think you can handle squirting twice in one night. Haaaaa.” He laughed at his own cockiness, holding his dick as he ran off to the bathroom. I couldn’t help laughing at him too, he was cocky for sure; but the way he just put it down on this couch, he had that. I shifted around on the couch in my own juices which were now cold underneath me and all over my thighs; as I got up and went to where we had first stripped off our clothes, picking them up piece by piece. I felt compelled to do just as he said, because I infact wanted that round two and could more than handle another squirt. Since we had already fucked on his terms, mine were similar but slightly different. I thought to myself as I carried our clothes off to the laundry room, he could make me squirt again as long as he agreed to swallow me this time. Smirking to myself, while putting the clothes in the dryer, Chris came up and wrapped his arms around me from behind. “I see you doin’ what your man said to do. That’s a good girl. Now tell me, are you ready for round two, babe?” Chris asked me, reeking of confidence. “About that babe… I’m still down, I just want to try something a little different. I think it’s only fair that since I swallowed you, now it’s your turn.” I turned around in his arms after closing the dryer door and wrapped my arms around his neck. “That would be the sexiest shit ever…” I mumbled to him, pecking his lips softly. “Oh yeah? You wanna squirt in my mouth?” Smirking once again, at the thought of that with his freaky ass. Chris lifted me up and placed me onto the dryer easily, reaching behind me and pressing to turn it on. “I can manage that, baby.” “Mmmm. Manage this shit then baby.” I moaned out to him while spreading my own legs and moving my arms up to his head; pushing him down onto his knees so he could get to work. “If you make me squirt and swallow me, I promise to never break up with you again.” He looked up at me, grinning as he pulled me down a little further to the edge of the dryer as it moved underneath me. The last thing I remember seeing was that grin, while his face became embedded between my legs, working towards this new bet I had just made with him.

Author | Kierra Posted | May 2012

#fantasiesxwritten #original story #chris brown #chris brown fanfic #chris brown fanfiction #smut #chris brown smut

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raybyanothername · 5 years

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Chaperones are for Bad Influences - TimKon Week Day 7

Tim is forced to take Damian to a playdate with his friend. Said friend just happens to have a cute brother. There is some light flirting, a little obvious ogling, but mostly there is coffee.

Written for the final day of TimKon Week 2019 Day 7 - No powers/No capes AU - First Kiss

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The room was dark when Jason flung the door open. He stomped in loudly - making zero attempt to avoid things strewn about the floor - towards the window, where he promptly flung the drapes open. All of these actions, combined with his belly flop onto the bed, earned him a ferocious grumble and his little brother attempting to bite his arm through the comforter.

"If you actually rip through the comforter to draw blood, you will be breaking two Alfred rules at once," Jason spread out on the bed, making sure the bulk of his weight was on the ball of limbs in the center. The biting stopped.

The grumbling grew louder, "You are an absolute asshole, Jason." A tsking came from the doorway. Tim's growl increased, "That goes double for you demon brat."

"I'm not the one using offensive language." Damian did not enter the room. He stayed in the threshold, nose in the air.

Jason snorted, "This time, baby brat." Damian's mouth twitched. "Just because you swear in a different language, doesn't mean we don't know what you're saying."

"That was a double negative."

"Your grammar is atrocious."

The room went silent as the younger brothers realized they'd just accidentally agreed on something. Jason smirked and rolled off the bed, "Good, you two are getting along." He ruffled Damian's hair on the way out the door. "Cause Alfred said Tim was to take you on your playdate to the park."

The comforter flew off the bed as Tim sat up, "What?!" Jason was already cackling on the other side of the hallway. Damian was glowering at his feet. "Why do you even need a chaperone?"

"That is not your concern!" Damian fled from the doorway, muttering under his breath about 'ridiculous overreactions.' It was the plural that made Tim suspicious. Damian reappeared in his doorway with a scrunched scowl on his face, "We leave in an hour, Timothy, and I will not be late!"

Tim arrived at the front foot one hour and one minute later. Damian's left eye was twitching as he stood in the parlour with his backpack. Alfred stood beside him, hand on his shoulder.

"So which park are we going to?" Tim asked Alfred. The butler smiled. "Not a park?" Alfred shook his head. Tim looked down at Damian, "Didn't you just go to the zoo last weekend?"

"Not with Jon." Damian sniffed, arms crossed. "And I have not yet finished my portrait of the lioness and her cubs."

Tim asked no further question. He did stop for coffee on the wall. Damian yelled at him all the way through the drive thru. It was worth it to watch the vein in his forehead throb in near identical fashion to the one in Bruce's.

"I'm telling Father you tried to make us late!" Damian groused as Tim pulled into the VIP parking space that was reserved for their family. They really did take Damian to the zoo far too often... Maybe they could just leave him, let the zookeepers raise the demon brat. They probably has specialized training for dealing with feral animals.

"Dami!" Tim was startled by the chipper voice as a flash of blue ran past him to hook his brother in a side hug. There was now a young boy hanging off his brother's side, looking at his brother fondly. This, obviously, was Jon.

Tim blinked, "Not what I expected." The two boys were talking in hushed, excited tones. Damian's posture remained rigged and his face neutral, but he had a soft smile aimed at the ball of blue energy that was now talking with his hands.

"We should visit the lions first, I believe you will find their behaviors both familiar and majestic."

"Are you insinuating that Lois is a mama lion?" Yet another voice startled Tim. He should probably be paying more attention…

Damian looked narrowly at the broad shoulder teen that came up beside Tim. "Yes."

"Okay." The teen shrugged, "That's probably fair." Tim took a moment to glance over the guy - he was definitely built, probably from some sort of sport, and he had a jawline that could cut paper.

"Who are you?" Damian's entire frame was strung tight. Tim sighed. He sent up a quick prayer to whatever God or gods may exist to save his sanity. Why didn't he ever meet hot guys at the library?

It was the ball of energy that answered the question, "This is my new brother Conner!" Jon grinned wide at Damian, "Now you're not the only one with cool siblings."

Damian scoffed, "I would hardly call Timothy cool, Jon."

"You're the one that said he hacked Wayne Enterprises' firewall, that's pretty cool." Jon argued, completely missing Tim choking on his coffee.

"Damian!" Tim hissed, eyes narrowed, "That's not suppose to be public knowledge." The two younger boys rolled their eyes and continued to argue about the definition of cool as if Tim had never spoken.

Conner, however, was looked at Tim sideways. "Aren't you…like, a Wayne?" Tim shrugged, took another sip of his coffee cause his throat now hurt. "Doesn't that mean you hacked yourself?"

"I wasn't a Wayne when I did it," Tim admitted under the intense scrutiny of the man's gorgeous blue eyes. Conner's eyebrows rose higher, but his mouth stayed shut.

The two teens spent the day followed their younger brothers around the zoo. Tim only had to stop Damian from trying to release an animal twice. He didn't bother stopping him from berating the zookeepers.

Penguins were awesome, afterall, and their enclosure could stand to be cleaner. He had also been far too busy watching Conner lean over. The glutes were just as well-muscled as the shoulders.

"So, do you know why we're here?" Tim asked as they walked through the aquarium. Conner hadn't said much of anything and Tim was officially feeling creepy for ogling the dude so much without talking to him.

Conner raised a brow, "Cause Jon asked me to?" Tim stopped. His head turned from Damian to Conner slowly as the realization rushed over him.

"Are you telling me you're not here to chaperone?"

Conner shook his head, "Lois said I could just drop Jon off, as long as there was someone with Damian."

"So…Lois only requires someone to be here for Damian…not Jon?" Tim spoke with a scowl, head turning back to his brother. His voice went low as he cursed his brother's name.

"Jason is your other brother?" Conner guessed as Tim started walking again. Tim nodded, "So…you're a middle child?"

Tim snorted, "Technically, I am the second youngest. I think Cass would be the official middle child. If we don't count Steph. Which I am generally adverse to do." Really, the fact that Bruce had pseudo-adopted his ex-girlfriend (before she was even his ex!) was just the sort of family weirdness that Tim didn't like to dwell on.

"How many of you Wayne's are there?" Conner chuckled, scratching the back of his head he smiled at Tim. Blue eyes shifted down and back up.

Tim blushed under the very-obvious glance. He cleared his throat, looked around for a coffee cart. "Five, legally, assuming Bruce hasn't adopted anyone else in the last 24 hours. But, Bruce has a habit of taking in people who need him, so I'd put the actual count at around a dozen, just to be safe."

"Wow," Conner breathed out. Tim absconded towards a coffee cart to avoid more questions - he didn't actually know Conner after all and he was officially rambling. About his siblings. Ick.

Damian was explaining the hunting patterns of his favorite shark when Tim got back, because of course he was.

"Your brother scares me," Conner whispered into Tim's ear upon his return. A shiver ran down Tim's spine.

"He scares most people," Tim said as he looked literally anywhere but at Conner. Jon, apparently, was not most people because he was chirping questions at Damian to keep the topic going. Tim eyed him warily - anyone who liked Damian was obviously insane.

Conner's hand was suddenly resting on Tim's lower back. Tim looked at Conner out of the corner of his eyes. The other teen was relaxed, shoulders back, head up, leaning against a bar that ran the length of the glass. Tim gulped.

"Dami, did you want to go back to the lions to finish your painting?" Tim was gaping at the wonder of Jon Kent as the boy literally pulled Damian towards the enclosure they'd started at. Damian just…went. Without complaint.

Tim tugged on Conner's arm, "Did he just…comply?" Conner nodded, eyebrow raised, "The world may be ending." He checked the sky - still dark and dreary, still Gotham. Conner chuckled. Tim then realized that he was now, essentially, tucked into Conner's side.

"You wanna get another coffee while he paints?"

Tim blinked. He looked straight into Conner's face. Eyes open, mouth quirked. Tim nodded, "The farther from the coming calamity, the better, I suppose."

Now, Tim didn't make a habit out of kissing boys he'd just met - thank you very much, Stephanie! - but Conner had bought him coffee. A large coffee, with the exact amount of sugar and cream that he liked. With a double shot of expresso! So you see, really, Tim should get points for not jumping him right then and there.

"Your lips are really soft," Conner murmured as Tim pulled away. He was smiling, a goofy kind of smile with teeth and everything. Tim blushed profusely. Conner kissed him again, a soft press of lips that moved against his with just a hint of pressure.

Tim ran his tongue along Conner's bottom lip and enjoyed the man's shudder. The pressure increased and Tim found himself pushed up against the railing of the zebra exhibit.

When they returned fo their brothers, Damian was packing up his paint and Jon was attempt to talk down a security officer. Tim slipped the dude a hundred and the man dispersed. Jon looked up at him with a pout. Tim shrugged.

"I have completed my portrait," Damian informed Tim with a triumphant grin. He gestured towards his easel with a small flourish. The painting was good - visceral and bright - and the lioness looked both feral and fond.

Tim gave him a thumbs up, "Looks good to me."

Damian nodded, "Of course it does, even a amateur can recognize talent." Tim resisted the urge to shove his little brother only because he still felt vaguely warm from his time with Conner. Not because his brother was staring at his painting with trembling eyes.

"Do we need to wait for it to dry?" Conner asked. He stood much closer to Tim now than he had earlier. Air just barely whispering between them. Damian narrowed his eyes on that space before looking up at their faces.

"You may leave whenever," Damian sniffed, nose rising in the air. He gave Jon a quick nod, "Thank you for spending the day with me, Jon."

Conner stared straight into Damian's twisted scowl. He then grinned and leaned over to peck Tim on the cheek, "See ya around, Tim."

"See ya," Tim waved as the other set of brothers walked off. Jon was already jumping and throwing his hands up as he talked. Conner looked over his shoulder at Tim and winked.

Tim chuckled, smiling to himself. Damian huffed and Tim looked over at him. "You barely know the man, Tim, can't you keep your…your carnal desires to yourself."

"Did…did you just call me Tim?" He didn't exactly gape at Damian so much as eye him warily.

Damian's cheeks flushed, "That is not the aspect of the sentence you were meant to focus on!"

"Yeah, yeah, keep it in my pants, got it." Tim waved a hand as he leaned down to look at Damian, face to face. His mouth twitched into a grin, "But you called me Tim. Not Timothy."

A stuttered denial was cut off by Tim sighing loudly. He made a dramatic show of holding a hand to his chest - Dick would have been proud. Damian growled at the gesture.

"I can't wait to tell Dad how nice you're being to me. Protective even!"

Damian's left eye twitched. It was the only warning before he sprung on Tim.

When Alfred got to zoo an hour later to pick them up from security's holding area, he did not ask about the fist fight, nor did he comment on their dishevelled appearances. He instead focused on the painting that security had leaning against the cell.

"It's really quite vibrant," Alfred nodded his approval, "Your brush strokes have improved immensely Master Damian. Ms. Kyle will be delighted, I'm sure. Might I suggest a mahogany frame, to bring out the golden undertones?"

#timkon week 2019 #timkon week #timkon #ray writes #fanfiction #fanfic #dc universe #dceu #batfamily #batfam #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #no powers au #no capes #timkonweek

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zebraslovescupcakestoo · 4 years

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Awkward Encounters While Walking My Friend’s Dog

I was in my office and just finished my paper work for the day. It was a rare occasion that there's only a minority criminal activities and we didn't had any emergency calls yet so this is a very good day so far. Fortunately, my chief told me that I can take the rest of the day off after so I'll take this chance to relax a bit at home before the kids comes home from school by Sheba's turn.

That is until I saw someone at my door who rarely wore a navy blue jacket and I knew him well enough that he doesn't wear it without a good reason. “Sam, are you attempting to shop lift right in the station?” I asked him. He shushed me. “Hey! Are you done? Kit told me that you've don't have much today. We need to get out ASAP with you.” Did he said we and with me? Who is he talking for and... why does he looked a bit bigger with that jacket that he rarely used? Lawyers do have a three piece suits but Sam had his signature yellow sweatshirts on most days and doesn't take the coat parts unless he had to.

But then I heard am animal noise and some wiggling... then it made sense.

I have a friendly dog who likes to run around You may have seen us on our daily walk

Sam have brought his dog today! “Sam, why are you hiding Tia-” He hushed again. “Félix, just finish that sh!t and let's go. I don't wanna deal with any more pot-heads today!” He really doesn't liked being with people that he gets 'bad vibes' from. I know that he's hard to get along sometimes, but I know him well that he's a really nice guy and hopefully one day he can be a bit more nicer... “Alright, just let me report these and then 'we'll' head out. That poor girl needs air.”

We frequent the river and the parks around the town When I see someone I know she'll always let me stop and talk

When we exited the station without drawing suspicions, Sam finally let out his boarder collie, Tiara. She's a very friendly and beautiful dog. I'm also her favorite human next to Sam. It might come to a surprise that I'm a bit fond of dogs but not as much since as I'm more of a 'cat' person. For some reason since I can remember, dogs liked me, even the more ferocious ones like a guard dog.

She gets a little anxious when she sees another dog But with people, she's always been relaxed

“I hate it whenever I take her for walks, there's a bunch of idiots that wanted to see her.” Sam complained. “Then why couldn't you, I don't know, take a different route?” I might not relate cause I never had dogs in my life. “Félix, I already tried it three times, I can get lost in the Amazon jungle and there's still people that wanted to talk to my dog. She's a beauty but she's not exactly that one with white gloves and worked in Disneyland.” He sighed. I know it wasn't his or Tiara's fault that people liked her, but I do understand that being in the center of attention can be daunting.

But she's not very discerning when it comes to choosing friends And there seems to be a certain type of people she attracts

“Let's stop at the local supermarket before we stop at my house. It's my turn to make dinner and I was thinking making macaronis. Would you like to join us for dinner tonight?” I'm not a five star chef but I can do more than just slapping PB and J sandwiches. It was usually Sam who covered our coffee most of the times so I thought that this would be a nice gesture in return. “Yeah, sure, at least your cousin is out of town at the moment.”

“Why?” I asked confused. “Same reason why there's less branches in your backyard.” Ohhhhhh... Alex and Sam 'helped' to get a ball back a few days ago before he had to leave a while for 'business' reasons.

Translation: Alex refused at Sam's idea because he himself is more capable climbing trees and getting the ball than him. He pulled the tourist rule about not allowed to 'work' so Sam decided to 'reason and negotiate.' By throwing him up in the tree and then tells him off with his lawyer degree skills and the loop hole in that rule.

All the local whiners want to make friends with my dog and I'm far far too polite to walk away

We walked for quite some time and like Sam described, some people were attracted to her. If this was a dog show, she'll be winning first prize for sure. Sam was beginning to get a bit grumpier as soon as there's a few people that walked up to Tiara. “OMG! Is that your dog?” “Awww! Hey there!” “Who's a good doggie?”

They ask me lots of questions and offer their affections and I feel obliged to uncomfortably stay

I would feel a bit sad for him cause he has to deal with this, but I took that back when I looked up to him as saw that he was 'flipping' them off with both hands.

Their behavior may be crude but to ignore them would be rude and my mother didn't bring me up that way

“I found out that I could do this for a good amount of period and they still wouldn't notice it. How hilarious is that?” Sam smirked but I had to scold him and make him stop before they noticed it. All the local whiners want to make friends with my dog and I'm far far too polite to walk away

After they had their attention and noticed Sam's response, I had to scold him. “Sam! You can't put everybody on the hate list forever. Just because, and I know, there's bad people, there are also good people that really didn't meant any harm.” “ Félix, if I had to 'politely' accepted a salad dish recommendation and crap like a parrot for the next couple of days, you can at least let me steam off some 'pet peeves' or what I preferred to call some major psychotic f#king hatred.” I sighed deeply in frustration and rubbed my eyes. I swear sometimes that he must be related to Bendy like a long, lost elder brother. “Listen, I can hear your problems anytime over coffee if you promise not to do it again like that.” I offered so that way he's not gonna cause more damage. He shrugged but decided to agree. “Fine... Only because I trust you and when you're around.”

She's utterly oblivious to my concerns of their intent She runs to greet them with a wagging tail

Thankfully, the 'fans' soon resumed their ways without them noticing my friend's behavior. How can someone like him have a sweet dog like that? I decided to ask for real this time since I rarely ask about his past before he moved. “Hey Sam. I've never know how you got your dog since we've met. How did you got her?” I desperately search around for an easy exit point but the incoherent small talk starts before I have the chance to bail

He then told me the story. “Eh bien, Félix, it was when I returned back home from the war. After I reunited and returned with my twin brother, Simon, we both headed to our childhood home. Mind you, I didn't go back after that night he and my ex we're cheating on me at the time and before the war. That place was then passed on my brother since I didn't claim half of it. Which I didn't care for the old barn but anyways, I then soon found out that during those times I was 'missing,' they got married, had triplets which was a big surprise back home and what's more surprising but not that it's new by now, they look a lot like me at that age.” I can't argue with that cause I saw them in pictures and in persons at his birthday party. “I found they're really nice family. They are so-” “They're a bunch happy-jolly ranchers and I can only tolerate so much like my brother. They all drive me nuts but at least... they aren't bad.” He then said. I know that Sam's not much of an optimistic, but I do understand where he's coming from. “So apart from that, I did had a small apartment in the nearby town and build my career from law school. One day, they showed up on my rare days off and they gave me a puppy. She was from a litter in a neighboring farm and they wanted to give me a companion since I didn't have anyone and I was being 'cold' to almost anyone.”

My senses always tell me that I'm going to be mugged So I reach to get my wallet and my phone

“Well... maybe they wanted you to help you and wanted to give some affections? I get that sometimes from pets. I'm sure they really cared about you and wanted you to be happy.” “Félix, if I wanted some 'affectionate' companion at the time, I would have gone to a brothel.” I frowned a 'WTH' face at Mr. Sourpuss. But he then he got a gentle expression I occasionally see. “But... at least she's reducing my stress and well... comforts me.” I can imagine him sleeping and his dog snuggling in his bed. Most people wouldn't want dog hair in their beds but some would take the risk. He really is a nice guy deep down. I flinch as they utter unintelligible words And then sigh with relief when I detect a friendly tone

“Also, one of the best part is that she doesn't throw dishes at me when I called her mom's a bi-” “SAM!” Happy place is now temporary closed.

All the local whiners want to make friends with my dog and I'm far far too polite to walk away

We walked a bit more until we hit at a winery store. It seems like they're having some sort of a wine tasting stall outside of their store. I end up in a fug of fags and stale cider breath and I try to hide my obvious dismay

Like the previous group, they notice us and they went for the dog. How can a half drunken people be out like this at this time of the day?

She seems to be a breed that has a certain appeal to types whose diet consists of bark and boos for every meal

The owner had handed out cups of wine to both of us before he joined the others to have his turn petting the beautiful dog. Sam took mine and he dunked both cups into the drain. “White wine taste better anyways.” I would have 'remind' him again, but the dog's affections can distract people. Plus, I don't drink so he get a pass just this once.

All the local whiners want to make friends with my dog and I'm far far too polite to walk away

After a few minutes, we resumed and left those people with happy drinking. “Gee, Sam. Tiara is really is a special dog.” He laughs. “Ha! I had her for 5 years and you think I wouldn't noticed it? The kids loved her just as much.” I agreed. We already had a cat until we lost her a few years ago. The twins barely remembered him cause they were little, but our cat was so cuddly to me and he had a fulfilling life. I was pretty sad when he died and I wasn't ready for another one since then. Not to mentioned that the twins were a bit too wild to take care for one, no matter how many times they brought up the subject and I had to remind them the responsibilities that comes with it. But at least they started to learn a bit once Tiara came into the picture. “At least it's a good experience for them. Maybe one day we can have a pet in our house once they've learned their lessons.”

I do my best to avoid certain areas of the park where the druggies and the rough teenagers dwell

We then stopped at the grocery store. Unfortunately, dogs aren't allowed. Sam then handed the leash to me “I'll go. You stay here with her. I don't want anybody so something to her like tying cans to her tail.” “But Sam, I'm the one who's in charge of-” “Where do most pasta stuff is shelved?” He reminded me. “...Top. The top shelves. I'll wait here.” I forgot that time we both got in there and it was one of those tall-short problems that got 'solved.' Sam was going to grab an item that was on the top shelves but I said I was going to grab it. That smart@ss agreed, picked me up and said 'OK, you can grab it.' Oh my Ra! That was so embarrassing! Sometimes, it was better to grab my twins than tagging with him.

I rarely venture out with her when it has gotten dark lest we catch the attention of some drunk may be well

I was enjoying some alone time and dazed for a few minutes. I rarely have this type of moments so I indulge myself to clear my head. Sadly, life doesn't go the way we planned when I saw a familiar bodyguard coming towards me. It was Boris Von Wolf. Bendy's right hand man and the second command in Alfonzo's mafia. I gritted my teeth. What is he doing here? I try to keep away when there are people hanging round the benches and the sitting walls and swings on the playground

He seems to noticed me and smirked. So of course, he walked up to me. “Well, well, well. If it isn't the 'ace' detective himself. He he! Taking the night off? Well, at least we'll be sleeping better for tonight.” I just glared at him. “I'm still not falling for your dirty tricks. You two and the rest of you scums can't fool everyone forever. One day you'll pay for what you've done for the innocents.” I spatted. He then cracked his knuckles. “Oh really? Are they ALL innocent to begin with? You're just as dumb as Bendy always said.”

Then suddenly as if out of nowhere they appear staggering hands out slurring:

He then reached out at me, or at the thought of the moment at least. I winced for impact until I heard:

“BAHHH, Who've we got here?”

I widen my eyes and turned my head next to me to see the big, bad wolf being a softie to Tiara. Oh yeah, I forgot to watch her from anyone who tried to harm her. For someone like him who detested 'good guys,' he sure has a huge soft spot for dogs. If that wasn't enough to convince you, does these words that came out of his mouth sounds like it? 'Who's a good doggie? Is it you? Is it you? Dawwwww!'

All the local whiners want to make friends with my dog and I'm far far too polite to walk away

Now this is a rare situation. It's not exactly threatening, but it isn't good either. I'm risking my friend's dog to the second most powerful man of the Chicago underworld who's infatuated with her friendly doggy charms. I was not trained for this kind of situation! As if it didn't got any worse, Sam came out of the store.

They greet me with a wink and they offer me a drink and I say thanks but it's too early in the day

He got stunned to see me and the other two. I mouthed 'I swear I didn't mean to!' He just waved and singed me to say 'I know what to do.' He then handed me the grocery bag and did a karate chop on the wolf's fedora. Hard. I choked.

Though they catch me unprepared, I've long stopped being scared I just find it hard to work out what to say

The sun hasn't set yet and they already started to light up the matched. Boris grumbled as he rubbed his head and fixed his hat. He glared up to see Sam. “Oh, what a nice, f#kng, surprise to see you here. I should have paid better attention.” He dusted himself off from invisible dust as he got up.

All the local whiners want to make friends with my dog and I'm far far too polite to walk away

Boris then got face to face and stared at Sam like it was some sort of contest. From my point of view, they're only about a head apart in height. On one side we have a football/boxing body builder type while the other was decently built but taller person. While one is close combat expert while the other is more technique planned. It's a bit of a competition in a brawl.

And then there's me with only a dog... whom she did nothing wrong.

All the local whiners want to make friends with my dog and I'm far far too polite to walk away

“I see that you're still working for pigeons, lamp post.” Boris 'greeted' “I see that you're still an ottoman for your bat brat, ya wolf skinned doormat.” Sam replied. Sam and Boris is like me and Bendy, we don't belong in the same room together. “You're just jealous that I don't have to work that hard to get anything I want such as money, love and power. There's nothing that you and the kid next to you can't compete with what we have.” Boris said. But Sam brushed it off. “I object, cause I found one thing that MY cat partner let me have that your 'cat' partner will never let you have.” He squinted his eyes. “Oh really? What is it, bird brain?”

Accessorized with diamond white and cans of special brew It's really very sweet in its own peculiar way

Sam then smug a big grin as he grabbed me and Tiara in both his arms, while he had both his hands free to 'flip' him off. “I get to keep my dog, B!!!!!!!!!!!!tch!”

Ok! Now we're gonna die, thank you Sam, you gave me a reason why I will die so young.

Though they may cause some alarm, they don't mean any harm They only want to come and have a play

I can see the shaking anger from Boris as if he's gonna go rampage. “Oh, by the way, I think that specific duck meat that only sells in here, you know, that one your cat person loved so much? I think I saw only one left. It would be ashamed if someone else grabs it before you do.” Sam suggested. That made Boris calm down a bit. “Dang! That's the only ones Bendy likes only for here! Fine, you win this time, but don't you think you'll get off easy next time. You're only lucky that it was today's special dinner. I bid you two losers an unpleasant day. ” He then entered the store.

All the local whiners want to make friends with my dog and I'm far far too polite to walk away

“Lucked out indeed. He can't beat me that easy and he knows it's bad luck to mess with a black cat, righty-o, Félix?” Sam teased. “You're old enough to know I don't say righty-o.”

Dad, if you're still watching me from above, what did I do to deserve a friend like him and where would I be without him?

----Author's notes-----

Haaaaaaaaaah! I'm lagging nowadays! I wanted to do stuff but I just MEH!

So at least One-shots are faster and better. So I did made a story with my personal OC fave with his dog. It's a boarder collie, so they're very eye catching.

The song inspired this was Awkward Encounters While Walking My Dog by Thomas Benjamin Wild Esq

There is also that Felix the cat catch phrase ‘Righty-o’ I bet that Felix really doesn’t like to do it for some reason. Which on the other hand, my OC was based on the fruit loops mascot with his catch phrase of ‘Just follow your nose!’ which I could see him doing that but added: cause I can smell bullsh!t with mine!

I know that Boris is loyal to Bendy and would do anything, but I bet that he wouldn't harm any dog unless it's threatening his buddy. Including police dogs if there are any in the main BBTIM AU.

So I hope that everyone is doing well so far during these times. I know that there is a lot going on including recent events these past few weeks, but I do wish everyone the best.

BBTIM humanized characters belong to @marini4 and OC humanized Sam Toucan is mine.

#bendy before the ink machine #au #humanized #Bendy and the Ink Machine #bendy #boris the wolf #boris #Felix The Cat #Felix #OC #sam toucan #fanfiction #fanfic #marini4

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nom-the-skel · 5 years

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[vore] Redbunny is a Good Snack, chapter 9

[chapter 1][chapter 8]

[read on AO3]

soft safe vore, fox Stretch is a jerk

Sans was woken by his soul being turned blue, pressing him into the blanket. Then gravity reversed and he fell upward, out of the top of the cage and into Carrots’ waiting hand.

“Papy, be gentle!” Blueberry scolded, lifting Papyrus out of the cage as well. The angry rabbit was already wrapped tight in a blanket so that he couldn’t fight back. Sans thought he must be feeling a little better given the ferocious way he twisted against his bonds, though.

“I am,” Carrots muttered, and lifted Sans by one arm, letting him dangle above his tongue.

“No yer not,” Sans hissed, trying to catch onto one of the fox’s fingers in order to take some of the weight off his arm.

“You haven’t even seen ‘rough’ yet, bunny,” Carrots growled.

“Papy!” Blueberry scolded again.

“What? I’m not hurtin’ ‘im, and it’s not like you’re bein’ nice and kind with yours either.”

“Yes I am! He’s just—squirmy. Right, Chili?”

Papyrus glared daggers at the fox. There was no way Blueberry didn’t notice that, was there? Could he be so obtuse?

“My name isn’t ‘Chili,’” Papyrus rumbled menacingly. Sans was so startled to hear Papyrus speak something other than a threat to the foxes that he forgot for a moment about the strain on his arm.

Blueberry looked surprised for a moment. “Of course it is, Chili! I gave it to you.”

“I’m not your pet.”

“Don’t be silly. What else would you be?”

“If you’re not pets, you must be snacks,” said Carrots, leaning his skull back and letting Sans drop straight into his throat.

Sans yelped, landing on and quickly sinking into the orange magic.

“Papy!”

He could hear one last indignant scolding from Blueberry before the magic enveloped him. But his usual strategy of relaxing and letting the fox’s magic seal him away from all his worries and problems didn’t work this time, not even after he’d been squeezed down into Carrots’ stomach, where the soft magic almost let him imagine he was floating. He was too worried about Papyrus, and whether he’d have any success making Blueberry understand how inappropriate the foxes’ behavior was.

***

Papyrus clenched his teeth, furious at being brought so low as to negotiate with this giant imbecile.

“Fine. I won’t run or attack. Just put me down and then we’ll talk.”

Blueberry looked at Carrots for confirmation.

The taller fox shrugged. “The worst he can do is hide under the couch.” Papyrus bristled. He could do a lot worse than that.

Blueberry set him down, gently enough, on the table next to their prison. “There you go, Chili,” Blueberry said as the bunny unwrapped the blanket that had been used to restrain him. “Now what do you want to talk about?”

Papyrus rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to talk at all, but it seemed his options were limited. “If—if my brother and I are going to remain here for any length of time…” Even thinking about it felt like admitting defeat, but maybe it would be worth it if he could convince Blueberry to join him in demanding that Carrots treat Sans with a modicum of respect. “Perhaps we can come to an understanding,” he grated out.

Blueberry cocked his skull, one ear flopping comically. “About what, Chili?”

Papyrus ignored the name. That was the least of the humiliations that had been forced on him. “We are not pets—”

“You sure about that?” Carrots interrupted, patting his stomach. “Wanna find out what happens to bunnies around here that aren’t pets?”

Papyrus grumbled. The threat made him uneasy, and that just made him angrier. “In any case, you must not touch me, without permission.” He felt like he was making a great compromise by allowing the possibility that he might give permission for Blueberry to touch him.

“But—pets are for petting!” Blueberry seemed genuinely upset.

“I’m not—you can’t always touch a pet anyway,” Papyrus growled. “What if you took in a feral—”

“Oh, like a fish!” Blueberry perked up, pleased to have solved a riddle.

“Fine, yes, or a fish.” Whatever convinced the fox, Papyrus didn’t care. “And you certainly don’t eat pets.”

Blueberry looked like he might argue, but at last he said, “You mean without permission?”

Papyrus glanced toward his brother, inside the other fox. “Yes, I suppose it’s all right if you have permission.”

“Okay,” Blueberry agreed brightly. “So—can I cuddle you?”

“No.”

“Just a pat then?”

“No.”

“Sans,” Carrots interrupted again. “You can’t let that rabbit boss you around. You just—”

“A handshake,” Papyrus offered, realizing he risked their new understanding by denying Blueberry completely. Of course, he was an excellent diplomat when he wanted to be.

“All right.” Blueberry extended a finger for Papyrus to shake, and didn’t seem to notice if the bunny gripped it hard and shook it roughly. “But do you need help getting back into your cage?”

“No.” He held up a hand to cut off Carrots’ objection. “I can get back in easily. And I’ll thank you to leave the door open.”

It wasn’t quite as easy as it should have been to climb back into the cage, because of his injury, but the wound to his dignity was far more painful. Then again, he couldn’t escape without Sans, so he might as well wait here as anywhere else. Perhaps he should be scouting for an escape route, but he could do that better if he convinced the foxes to leave him unsupervised.

“If I put extra lettuce in your breakfast, can I give you a hug?” Blueberry asked as the fierce bunny dropped onto the blanket.

“No.” He wouldn’t be bought with food.

“You say no a lot.” The fox’s ears drooped.

Papyrus looked at him and tried not to glare.

“Maybe you just need some time,” Blueberry suggested. “That’s it! If I make you comfortable enough, we’ll be cuddling in no time. Maybe you can sleep in my room instead of the cage!”

Papyrus didn’t disillusion him, and the fox ran off to make breakfast.

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namjuicyy · 5 years

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Date Night - Kim Taehyung NSFW

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Genre: Smut.

Summary: You and your boyfriend have been together for quite a while now, but there was one thing you didn’t know about him until now.

Warnings: jealousy, posessiveness, daddy kink, choking, dirty talk, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, spanking, vaginal sex, rough sex, degradation, overstimulation.

Date night. Every Saturday night, Tae would make you dress up all fancy, and would take you out to the poshest restaurant around. He always wanted you to be frugal with your money, but he had no problem or qualms spending his money on you. He wanted to lavish you in whatever he could, and sometimes you knew better than to argue with him.

So, you dressed up in your new dress. It was small, curve hugging, and showed off all the leg you could imagine. It hid your cleavage somewhat, but your breasts weren't hidden by it. When you came downstairs to find Tae in his suit, you noticed he was staring at you. He swallowed. Hard.

"Like what you see?" You tease.

"If it wasn't hard enough to get a reservation at that restaurant, I'd be inside you right now." He answered.

You laughed but you knew he was being serious. There was such a look in his eye that you'd seen many times before, and each time he almost ripped you in half and fucked you off the bed.

You two had been together for years now, and were comfortable in talking about your future together. You wanted to marry him, and he wanted you to be the mother of his children. You were more than happy to do so. You'd never forget the look on his face when you agreed with him. You thought he was going to cry. You two were so in love, which, you thought, was why the sex was impeccable.

So he took you out to dinner and couldn't keep his eyes and hands off you all night. He would hold your hand, or your arm, or your thigh, and would kiss you at every opportunity. This was all typical Tae: sweet, beautiful Tae. That was until he clocked a waiter staring at you.

The waiter, who just so happened to be serving your table, figured it would be okay to flirt with you - and completely ignored Tae for the whole night. Tae only lost it when he clapped the server oggling your breasts. He was done. He clicked his fingers at the server making you become more embarrassed than before. "I want the check. Now." He snarled.

"Tae." You mumbled, almost warning him.

"Of course, sir. Right away." The server trailed off, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say he had his tail between his legs. He looked like a schoolboy who had just got told off by the principal. Tae looked at you. He wasn't playing around anymore.

"It's okay." You tried to calm him down but there was naught to be done. The damage had already been inflicted. He was going to be in one for the rest of the night.

"It's not okay." He growled. When the cheque arrived he paid it and stood up. He grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you out of the restaurant. "I don't appreciate it when my girlfriend decides she wants to flirt with the guy who brings our meals."

"I wasn't flirting! I was being polite."

It all happened so fast. One minute you were walking to the taxi, the next he had his hand wrapped around your throat and had pushed you against the wall. He didn't hurt you - he could never unless you asked him to. He wouldn't enjoy it. His dominant side came out however, much stronger than it ever had. "You're mine. Don't you ever fucking forget that. Got it?"

"Yes."

His grip tightened on your throat. "Yes what?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. Get in that car."

You did as you were told knowing that any kind of punishment you get would be ten times worse if you didn't behave now. The car ride home was silent; tense. Every time you looked over at Tae, his fists were clenched, or his jaw was. He was far from relaxed, and all that rage had to go somewhere. The likelihood was he'd take it out on you. There was a part of you that was excited. You loved it when Tae got rough with you. It was interesting to see a beautiful, gentle man turn into a complete animal and destroy you in order to get his pleasure.

Even on the way into your house he refused to even look at you. You wondered if it was down to his self-control. He had little of that at the best of times, let alone when he had a raging erection.

When the front door was locked, he tossed the keys into the bowl and, still, refusing to look at you he spoke. "You have five minutes. Upstairs, clothes off. Wait for me completely naked on the bed."

"Yes, Daddy."

You stayed there for a moment longer than his patience would allow. "Now." He ordered.

You scrambled up the stairs, tripping over yourself to get to the bedroom and sit on the bed naked for him. He always liked that. He liked being able to devour you with no obstacles to overcome. That's one of the reasons why you never played anywhere other than the bedroom. He would never get bored of the sight of opening the bedroom door to find you sat on the bed fully naked and dripping for him.

You liked it too. The feeling of his lustful gaze digesting the perfect art in front of him. You loved watching him open the bedroom door with him in some state of undress looking totally different to the man you fell in love with. His eyes were so dark when he was turned on, it was almost as if he'd been possessed by some kind of demon.

Five minutes later, as promised, Tae walked into the bedroom; his dress shirt off and his tie wrapped around his hand like some kind of boxing glove, his other hand holding the tail end. He could destroy you with one look and you both knew it.

He gripped hold of your chin and made you look at him. "I'm going to punish you, princess." He said. "Do you know why?"

"I didn't do anything, Daddy."

He unravelled the tie and wrapped it around your neck. He gave it a sharp tug. "You shouldn't flirt with other people. Should you?"

"No, Daddy."

"No. Undo my belt." You obliged, and followed every instruction consequent. "Take off my pants. Open your mouth." He didn't wait for you to prepare yourself, he just slid his cock into your mouth. His eyes were trained on your pretty lips around his length, and watched as he repeatedly disappeared into your tiny mouth. You often wondered how you could fit him in. He was so big. Yet you managed to, even though you were tearing up.

He began to get rougher with his thrusts, with one hand in your hair steadying your head, and the other tightening his grip on his tie. He pulled the knot just a little more, choking you in such a delicious way. You had his tie around your neck and his cock in your mouth. Breathing had become hard to do but the drip between your legs and the ache in your core was too strong to think about anything else. You sucked and gagged on his dick like good girls do, because good girls get rewards.

Tae was obviously loving it. His grip in your hair had become softer but his thrusts were just as rough as before. He groaned and grunted his praises at you, telling you that your mouth was magical, and that "you look so pretty sucking Daddy's cock baby. Fuck."

He started to stutter. "Shit." He stopped thrusting into your mouth and pulled out of you, sweat dripping from his face. "I nearly came and we don't want that. I'm nowhere near finished with you yet. On all fours. Now."

You did as you were told, getting into the position he liked the most: face down ass up, and hands behind your back. He loved it because you were the most vulnerable in this position, and so unbalanced you needed him to help you out. You heard him kick his trousers away, and felt a dip in the bed.

Two fingers were inserted inside of you immediately. He wasn't gentle with you at all. He hit your spot with the precise curves of his fingers and made you cry out with how ferocious he was being. It seemed as though he was digging for something, but it felt fucking amazing and you couldn't keep quiet.

"Is my princess enjoying this?" He taunted.

"Y-yes, Daddy."

THWACK. The sound of his hand on your arse rang throughout the room and mixed in with the sounds of Tae playing with your tight little cunt. His other hand just kept coming down on your ass, getting harder and harder each time. You were screaming in both pain and pleasure. You were so close. You were practically on the edge. Tae could feel it too. He could feel you tightening around his fingers, he could hear you getting weaker and weaker and just as you began to cum, he took his fingers out of you and left you there, whimpering, messy.

That is until he slammed into you, his length ploughing all the way into you and his balls smacking against your clit. Yet, somehow, that was enough you tip you over the edge and make you cum.

Without his permission of course.

"You better not have just fucking cum."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I couldn't help it."

"You wanna cum, Princess? Fine. We'll make sure you don't fucking stop." He slammed into you hard. He was ruthless with his attacks on your pussy. He got even more ruthless when his hand found it's way to your sensitive clit and kept rubbing it. He knew it was sensitive, but he kept playing with it, increasing the pressure and making it unbearably delicious. Using this tactic, he make you cum once more, taking more strength out of you. He kept fucking you relentlessly, never dropping speed even when you were cumming around him. He wanted to make sure you could feel him next time someone wanted to flirt with you.

"You like this don't you? You little, dirty fucking slut. You love Daddy destroying this little cunt, don't you?" You wanted to answer but you couldn't; and he knew it. All the while he was tightening his tie around your neck and forcing you into all fours. "Clearly I need to make sure the whole fucking world knows you're mine. I can't think of a better way to do it than fucking you senseless and putting my baby inside you. Then maybe people might leave you alone. People might stop trying to fuck you when they know that pussy belongs to me, because it was my cum that it swallowed. You want that? You want people to see that your Daddy fucked you real good? Yeah? Oh fuck, princess. Your cunt is so good. I want you to cum for me again."

"I can't, Daddy."

"You can," he tightened the tie a final time. "You're fucking going to whether you like it or not."

You came, oh fuck did you cum. Your little cunt got tighter and tighter around him, sparking him to cum too, more than he ever had. When he pulled out of you, he did it slowly and removed the tie from your neck. He pushed your shoulders down to the bed, kept your cunt in the air to keep all of himself inside you, then plugged the weakened hole with his soft tie. "I wanna make sure you don't waste a fucking drop, princess." He told you. He got off the bed and walked to the door. "And you can stay like that until I tell you, got it?"

You nodded and watched him walk out the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

#BTS #Bangtan Sonyeondan #Kim Taehyung #TaeTae #V #Taehyung smut #V smut #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #jeon jungkook #suga #jhope #rm #rap mon #rap monster #smut

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Each step in this forest stirred something inside of him.

He'd removed his steel clawed gloves to avoid getting moss and grass stuck in the joints, but still it was so quiet that every move he made was loud and obnoxious in comparison. He knew he was being watched, though not by what- or who- yet.

He'd been travelling for days, following mostly his gut. He had only stories to go after. Stories of how they found him, surrounded by a mythical green glow, the wounds healing before their eyes. There was not a soul about, if he were to believe the tales. It was a shame he remembered nothing of the encounter with the strange powers. And even if he did, he couldn't have told anyone. Ever since the incident, he'd been unable to speak.

His life before, he remembered perfectly however. Power thrust upon him from the moment of his hatching. Never getting the chance to be young, to be carefree like his littermates. He'd made only one choice of his own in that life, and that was to leave it behind. To prove he was more than just his birthright. How naive he had been. He'd been ambushed for his expensive belongings after two days of travel, the bandits leaving him for dead on the forests' edge.

All his life he had ran from what might have been. Returning home was not an option, but now, for the first time in his life, he had a chance to do what his heart told him to do. And that was to find the source of the strange power that saved his life that day.

A twig snapped under a heavy claw and he froze.

A low growl and a flash of yellow in the thicket made him recoil, but he wasn't fast enough to escape the giant dragon who pounced him out of the shadows, ferocious like a wolf leaping for it's prey. Giant claws grabbed him and a mouth full of sharp teeth grabbed his neck, rolling him onto the ground.

A giant Ridgeback towered over him as she held him pinned to the ground. Her nostrils flared and her spines rose as she roared down at him, shaking his very foundation. He fought against her grip, but her long nails quickly changed his mind, digging through his skin with every move he made, sharp like swords.

“Why you here?!” she hissed, in the deepest, most threatening voice.

He couldn't have replied even if she didn't have one of her claws resting on his throat, so he shook his head in a panic, trying to push her off.

“Speak!” she demanded, baring her teeth and weighing down harder on him. His struggling was useless, he couldn't overpower her. He'd never met a Ridgeback this large and powerful.

The Ridgeback had obviously reached the end of her patience and she roared again, with unbridled fury. How could he make her understand he couldn't reply to her demands? In a desperate attempt to make her understand, he tried to roar back, his mouth opening wide but no sound emerging from his throat.

She looked at him strangely. Like she was trying to figure out what he was doing. He made a couple of gestures that he'd learned, signing that he could not speak. He was still new at this however, and it seemed she only grew more annoyed.

“You mock Chomp?!” she growled.

He quickly shook his head, but it was too late. The Ridgeback picked him up with one claw and tossed him aside. He was dazed for a second and blinked hard to regain his vision, knowing he couldn't sit still and wait for her to attack again. He was overwhelmed by her strenght. What Ridgeback could claim they could pick up an entire Imperial and toss him around like he weighed no more than a piece of paper?!

He was only just in time to jump away from a next pounce, sliding out from under Chomp with unexpected agility. She needed little time to recover from the missed hit, continuing her movement and chasing after him. He wanted to flee, but Chomp was so much larger and faster than him, he couldn't -

He tripped as he ran, a giant log hooking his hind leg and making him stumble over. In a flash she was on him, big maw opened and ready to strike. He closed his eyes and curled up in a defensive ball by instinct.

But instead of the expected mauling, something heavy landed right between them, the airstream swept up the leaves of the forest floor, smelling of wet ground and freshly cut grass.

“Enough!”

He knew that voice. He looked up from his frightened position and saw another Ridgeback blocking Chomp's path. He was clad in the very essence of the forest, his leafed mantle seeming to move with an unfelt wind.

“I protect!” Chomp protested.

“At ease, Chomp. This one means no harm.” the other Ridgeback replied. He demanded her retreat with little more than his body language, and surprisingly, Chomp backed out of her aggressive stance.

“I'm sorry about that, my friend.” the other Ridgeback turned to him and smiled. It were the same eyes that he'd seen that fateful night. “They call me Mythos. What is your name?” Mythos asked as Chomp sulked in the background, her eyes still trained on him.

Deep olive eyes looked at him intently when he signed that he could not speak, and he mouthed his name. Sylvus.

“Sylvus.” Mythos nodded. “I know you.”

“What?” Chomp frowned.

“He's no threat. Come friend, you must have travelled a long way. Our lair is not far, you must rest.” Mythos said, as Sylvus rose to his feet.

“Please do not mind Chomp's rough greeting. She was only trying to protect me.” Mythos smiled as he started leading the way. Chomp huffed and her tail swept from side to side with annoyance as she followed Mythos.

“You too trusting.” she protested.

“If I am, you seem able to handle him.” Mythos simply argued.

“Yes. Puny, small Imperial. No match for Chomp.” Chomp agreed.

“Then we'll just wait and see, won't we?” Mythos smiled kindly, the forest seeming to open a path for him as they walked. Sylvus stayed close, despite Chomp's threatening look. He wanted to ask what they had to wait for and see, but Mythos merely gestured for him to go ahead and step onto the beginning of the path he'd created.

Sylvus nodded and stepped onto the path, a beautiful natural stone path unveiling itself before his eyes, the thicket parting and granting access to a grand, if old and decrepit temple. He could feel the history here, the sense of family and an ancient power. Even in this state, the temple breathed life.

Sylvus must've looked awed because Mythos chuckled.

“Welcome home.” he said, nudging him along gently. Sylvus couldn't help his watery eyes or his giddy smile. A feeling of belonging overwhelmed him. It hadn't all been for nothing.

“Pssht. Lucky.” Chomp rolled her eyes as she passed him. “You come to me for training, yes? Make you less puny. Is least you can do to protect home.”

Sylvus just nodded, too awestruck to even argue.

He was finally home.

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siriuslysnuffles · 6 years

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The Peppermint Bark Obsession

can also be read here on ffn! sorry it’s late!

Looking back at her boyfriend’s peppermint bark obsession, Lily did not know whether she should thank Sirius Black or whether it would have been better to throw him into a lake at sunset for the squids to have.

It all started on December first, otherwise known as the day you distinguish between those who abnormally need a month to celebrate the season and those who begin celebrating about a week before Christmas. Unfortunately for Lily, her boyfriend fell into the former category, whereas she fell into the latter.

‘James,’ Lily sighed upon seeing his outfit. ‘It is December first, Christmas is more than three weeks away.’

James examined his reindeer jumper along with his stocking covered pants. He had the audacity to grin at her. ‘Love,’ he said, walking behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He placed a kiss on her shoulder. ‘Why do you hate Christmas? ‘Tis the season to be jolly and all that.’

‘I repeat. It is December first. Christmas is on the twenty-fifth, therefore it is not Christmas.’ She shrugged him off of her, although a grin graced her face.

‘Are you Christmas shaming me, Evans?’ His lopsided grin had her holding back a very well-earned sigh.

‘Yes, I am, Potter.’ She came closer to him, letting her lips teasingly lingering a centimeter away from his.

‘Hmm…I’ll have to fix that, yeah?’ He closed the remaining space between them. His lips muffling her giggles.

She pushed him away as their cat brushed against his leg. ‘Good luck, reindeer boy.’

‘Hello, love,’ James announced as his girlfriend arrived home from work. ‘How was your day?’

She walked into his awaiting arms. ‘A patient flirted with me.’ Her mumbled words were still heard against his chest. ‘Oh,’ he said. He planted a small kiss to her head and asked, ‘Should I be worried?’

‘He was gross and vomited on me, and I told him where he could stick his hands.’

Lily felt James’ laugh vibrating against her. ‘I’m sure you did, my love.’

‘And everything was decorated in Christmas,’ she said, snuggling closer into him.

‘You poor thing,’ he sighed dramatically. ‘How will you ever recover?’

Lily looked up to glare at him. ‘I blame you, you Christmas addict.’

James chuckled. ‘I’m afraid you can’t blame me for Christmas. No matter how good I look in a Santa suit.’

‘Kinky,’ she said before letting go of him. ‘Why can’t everyone celebrate Christmas at a normal time of year.’

‘That would be a depressing December.’ He took her hand in his, leading her to the the kitchen. ‘Padfoot sent us something in the post, wanna open it?’

Mr and Mrs Prongs, it read along with their address.

‘Does Sirius really need to write that every single time?’ Lily asked as she took it in her hands. ‘And does it really need to be wrapped in Christmas paper?’ If there was one person Lily knew to love Christmas more than her boyfriend, it was Sirius Black.

‘Just open it, Mrs Prongs,’ he teased her with a small nip to the ear.

‘Prat. I would never marry a prat, you know?’ She said as she slowly began unwrapping the small box.

‘Hmm…good thing I’m not a prat.’ She shivered slightly as she felt his breath on her neck, his hands wrapping around her once more.

‘You’ll always be a prat.’ A grin spread on her face. ‘Although a bearable one.’ She tossed the paper aside to see a box full of sweets.

‘He sent us American sweets,’ Lily told him.

‘That’s nice of him, better than his last present to us.’

Her lips quirked up. ‘I am rather fond of not opening intimate presents from our friends, especially not in front of my parents.’ James snorted at reminder of her last present from their eccentric friend.

He grabbed one of the sweets that were wrapped in white and red. ‘Peppermint bark,’ he read.

And ‘tis how it began.

As the days to Christmas went by so did James’ obsession with the treat.

It was everywhere, and, quite frankly, it was driving Lily absolutely mad.

‘James, dear,’ she pinched the bridge of her nose slightly. As much as she loved him, he could be quite the pain in the arse. ‘This isn’t healthy, you can’t keep eating that ridiculous sweet.’

He popped another in his mouth. ‘Yes, I can,’ he argued back rather childishly.

‘Your going to become ill. You ate half a bar yesterday.’ She said recalling the gigantic bar she witness arrive in the post. She really needed to have a talk with Sirius about his dietary needs.

‘I’m still fit, love.’ He poked his stomach as proof of his statement.

‘Fine,’ Lily pouted at not getting her way.

An idea suddenly struck her. ‘Go ahead and eat as much of your precious chocolate as you want.’

‘Thank you.’ He got up ready to embrace her.

‘But I won’t be snogging you until you’re done with this obsession.’ Her words shocked him.

‘No snogging?’ He was gaping at her like fish. It was rather funny to her.

‘No snogging.’ The glint in her eyes was proof to James that she was indeed being serious.

‘But–but it’s Christmas.’ He managed to get out.

‘It’s not Christmas,’ Lily said in a singsong voice.

‘What about mistletoes?’

She shook her head at him and looked at her in fake innocence. ‘Not even for mistletoes.’

A smirk graced her face. ‘Good luck, peppermint bark boy.’

By the end of the first week without snogging his beautiful girlfriend, James had begun to exhibit the appearance of a puppy deprived of his favourite toy–not that his girlfriend was a toy, but James rather missed the way she would teasingly kiss him in the morning, when she got back from work, or when he got back from practising football with the team. His attitude wasn’t helped by his love’s adoration of teasing him at every opportunity. Whether it be in her just being her naturally adorable self or her very wonderful attempts at seducing him.

He rather loved her.

By the next week, it was only a few days before Christmas and neither individual had yet to cave.

‘It’s almost Christmas,’ Lily announced that morning, wrapping her arms around James’ waist.

‘Oh, now you’re in a Christmas mood.’ He said rather amused.

It was the same thing every year since he had met Lily Evans. She would shy away from anything Christmas related until less than a week before when she would be in full Christmas mode.

‘Ironic since you look like a walking Christmas tree,’ he had once teased her.

She didn’t speak to him until he apologised and agreed to getting a cat.

He would never forget the day they met. It was on the coldest October day five years ago when he had accidentally been pushed into her by Sirius. James had spilled his coffee on her and stuttered out an apology at seeing the beautiful redhead blushing. Sirius had offered to buy her a drink to make up for his clumsy mate. They ended up missing class to have a drink with her.

He had been her friend for a year–half of which she spent dating her jerk of an ex, Adam Mumps–before he asked her out on a date. Sirius always teased him about getting to be best man at their wedding because if it hadn’t been for him pushing him into Lily they might have never met. James only half-heartedly agreed with his logic.

‘Mmm…I love you,’ she mumbled sleepily into his back.

His heart beat faster at her words. No matter how many times she’s said them, the effect it had on him never lessened.

‘You’re not guilting me out of eating the sweet, Lil.’

He could feel her glare on his back as she gently hit his shoulder. ‘I know that.’ A roll of the eyes accompanied her statement. ‘I just love you.’

‘Enough to kiss me?’ He turned around to meet her eyes teasingly.

‘Perhaps not that much.’ She did, however, give him a quick peck on the cheek. ‘I’m going Christmas shopping with April today.’

‘Can I request a kiss as a present?’ His tone was playful as she walked past him.

‘I’m afraid you’re on Santa’s naughty list.’ Her laugh caused him to let out a schoolboy sigh.

He couldn’t wait until Christmas.

Christmas day began at the Potter-Evans residence as it always did–with James stepping on their cat, resulting in him being scratched by the ferocious beast.

‘Really, James? Again?’ Lily asked as she saw James nursing the tiny (according to Lily) scratch.

‘It’s not my fault the creature gets in my way every Christmas.’

‘He’s a cat, love.’

‘It’s not a normal cat, Lil. That thing senses fear.’ His girlfriend giggled at his serious expression.

‘More like senses idiots.’ She teased him as she took pity on him and handed him a bandage.

‘You love the cat more than me,’ he pouted.

‘Of course I do. The cat has never spilled coffee on me.’

He grinned at her. ‘Worked out in my favour though, didn’t it?’

‘Prat.’ But she couldn’t hide the fond smile that graced her lips.

The time was six in the evening when Lily and James decided to exchange presents before their friends arrived.

‘Open yours first,’ he told her as he handed her a medium sized box wrapped in reindeer paper.

‘All right.’ She pulled off the red bow before beginning to unwrap it. She glared playfully at him as she saw what it contained. ‘Peppermint bark, really?’ He saw an amused glint in her eyes.

‘There’s more.’ He saw the confused look on her face as she emptied the contents on the floor and noticed a smaller black box. She grabbed the box carefully, stroking it lightly.

‘This better not be a joke, James.’ Her voice came out softly.

‘Open it and find out.’ His voice was a whisper.

She opened the box as he got down on one knee in front of her.

‘James?’ Her green eyes met his hazel ones. A smile meant for only him.

‘I know you said you wouldn’t marry a prat,’ he began. ‘But I was hoping you’d make an exception for me.’

‘Are you really…?’ She looked at him in shock.

‘Marry me, Lily Evans?’ His voice came out a tad bit hoarse as he stared up at his love.

She flung herself into his arms, kissing his lips as she mumbled her response onto them.

‘I thought you weren’t going to kiss me until I gave up the peppermint bark?’ He sighed onto her lips.

‘Shut up,’ was her brilliant response as she pulled him closer to her. He was too content in her arms to argue.

Lily supposed she could get used to the taste of peppermint bark as long as she could keep kissing her idiot of a boyfriend (fiancé, she corrected herself).

Lily also later amended that she probably wouldn’t have to feed Sirius Black to the squids at sunset after all.

thoughts?

#jily #james potter #lily evans #siriuslywriting #au #muggle au #au oneshot #oneshot #jily oneshot #event: christmas #couple: jily #engaged: jily #domestic!jily

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ariannadi · 6 years

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As Luck Would Have It (5/5)

The epilogue!! Woo x3 Thanks for being patient with me while I finished this up, this last chapter is just a little send-off with some fluff lol

Previous chapter is here, Ao3 link at the bottom of this post!

Six years later...

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"Mama, can I do it now? Can I?" a soft yet eager voice cut through the fog of Leo's sleep, and the man couldn't help the little smile that rose on his cheeks. He was quite aware of what day it happened to be, and, judging by the sound of his son's voice, Forrest was just as informed and in the process of acknowledging it through his own means.

"Yes, go ahead, Forrest," came Kamui’s quiet response. "Just don't cause too much of a ruckus."

Leo could practically see the enthusiastic nod from the small boy and anticipated his next move, which came but a few seconds later. Forrest launched himself onto the bed with a ferocious roar, landing on top of Leo and squealing when his father immediately captured him in his arms and retaliated with a tickle attack.

"Papa! No! Stop!" the boy wheezed through his hysterics, trying to escape Leo's grip by flailing all of his limbs at once. Leo chuckled as he finally released him, not before running a hand through the curls of silver on his head.

The commotion was enough to startle the fourth and youngest soul present - Kana's little wails sounding from the bassinet near Kamui's side of the bed. Without delay, the woman hopped to attention and gathered the baby into her arms, hushing him in an instant as she rocked him to and fro.

"Oh, I'm sorry my little Kana-bean. Did we wake you prematurely?" she soothed the infant, grinning at his responding coo.

"Sorry, baby brother," came Forrest, looking sheepish. "I just wanted to surprise Papa for his birthday. Oh!" Forrest, realizing his error, quickly turned his attention back to Leo and blurted, "Happy birthday, Papa!"

"Thank you, Forrest," Leo replied, giving his son a fond smile. Kamui proceeded over to the bed to join them both, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to Leo's lips once she took a seat.

"Happy birthday, my love," she murmured, regarding him with a look of tender affection. Leo reciprocated it tenfold, his fingers reaching out and brushing the slope of her cheek.

”Thank you, my dear,” he replied, his voice soft. Kana chose then to start fussing for attention, causing Leo to chuckle as he wiggled a finger in front of the infant’s face. “Are you wishing me a happy birthday as well, little one?” he asked of his baby boy with a grin. Kana grabbed at his finger with pudgy hands, latching onto the digit and bringing it into his gummy mouth to chew on it contently. His large, grey eyes observed Leo with a sense of wonder, the man noting just how much the baby resembled his mother in that moment.

Their newest addition had been quite the surprise originally; while Leo and Kamui had agreed they wanted an average-sized family, Forrest had required so much time and attention that the idea had been put on the back burner indefinitely. It was only after the couple got some much-needed privacy during one of their family’s visits that Kamui approached her husband one evening, revealing that they were going to have their hands full again in a number of months.

Kana had arrived a few weeks earlier than expected, accompanied by a shrill cry and a full head of blonde hair. He and Forrest were already complete opposites in terms of looks and personality, but even so, Leo loved both of his sons equally, and was eager for the day he would be able to tutor them on anything they wished to learn.

“Mama! Don’t we gotta get ready for Papa’s lunch thingie, soon?” Forrest asked, tugging insistently on his mother’s nightgown. “I wanna wear the pretty dress Auntie Elise got me!”

Leo audibly sighed, earning him a pointed look from Kamui, who then nodded at their son with a smile. The man still didn’t quite understand Forrest’s fascination with girl’s clothing, but he knew arguing against the boy’s request would only land him in the doghouse for the day.

”Oh, I’m sure Auntie Elise will love seeing you in your new outfit, darling,” Kamui told Forrest happily. “Why don’t you head on over to your room, I’ll be there momentarily to help you get dressed. I need to take care of Kana, first.”

”Okay, Mama!” Forrest agreed, then climbed down from the bed and hurried out of his parent’s quarters. Once the heavy sound of the doors closing reached their ears, Kamui turned to Leo, raising a questioning brow at him.

”I didn’t say anything,” he muttered, shifting his eyes to the side. Kamui sighed.

”I know we were raised in an environment with specific expectations, but I believe in having free will. If Forrest wishes to express himself through what he wears, who are we to protest against such?”

Leo twisted his lip, but nodded in grim acceptance. “It’s just... going to take some getting used to, is all. He doesn’t show any interest in the arcane either, which, where Brynhildr is concerned, worries me. He instead mentioned being fascinated with the way Oboro puts together outfits when she and Takumi visited last.”

”Then perhaps our son will be a world-renowned fashion designer when he grows up,” Kamui theorized with a shrug. “We can’t expect our children to follow in our footsteps, Leo, as much as we may wish it. And Forrest is barely five, he still has plenty of time to grow and figure himself out.”

Leo nodded again, then let out a deep breath. A tired smile found its way to his cheeks, and he reached for Kamui’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “You’re such an amazing mother, Kamui,” he murmured, which earned him a bashful giggle.

”I try,” she replied, sending a wink his way. “But don’t sell yourself short, Leo; you’re a wonderful father, as well. You just need a little more patience.”

Leo turned his eyes to Kana, who had pulled his little foot into his mouth and was slobbering all over his toes. “Yeah,” he agreed, scrubbing a hand through the baby’s wild blonde hair, “You’re right.”

The king-consort's birthday gathering, as was expected of such a... unique group of individuals, was quite the charade from start to finish. It began with Leo being corralled into the main wing of the palace and coming face-to-face with practically everyone he knew, all cheering and shouting variations of "happy birthday" at him. He greeted as many of his friends and family as possible before he was ushered toward the ornate dining table set up in the middle of the room, taking a seat at the head of it at the urging of his wife. Kamui then took her place at his right, Kana sound asleep in her arms. Just as Leo was about to ask where their eldest son was, Forrest ran by in a frilly blue gown, laughing as his younger cousin Ophelia and elder cousin Kiragi chased after him.

Lunch was served a while after, a banquet consisting of many tomato-infused dishes that left Leo's mouth watering. He cast a knowing look to Kamui, who just shrugged with a little smile as she popped a forkful of pasta into her mouth. It was then that Forrest decided to join them, climbing into his father's lap and stealing bits of food from his plate.

"Ahem," came Xander's voice from the opposite end of the table, and suddenly the king of Nohr rose, holding a flute of champagne. "I just wanted to say a few words in regards to the man of the day - my little brother, Leo." He paused as he stared toward his glass and swished it a few times. "It's hard to believe you're already nearing thirty. It feels like only yesterday I was giving you piggyback rides and teaching you the basics of swordsmanship with a wooden stick." A low bout of laughter rose at the comment, which caused a tiny smile to bloom on Xander's face. "You've made me so proud to be your brother in the time since we first met, and have grown into one of the finest men I have ever known, and an even finer king, at that." He lifted his glass then, holding it out toward Leo. "So, here’s to my brother, Leo! May many more years follow you, and may they be filled with nothing but happiness."

"To Leo!" the rest present echoed, lifting their glasses as well. Leo's cheeks heated at the sudden onslaught of attention, but he nodded in appreciation, regardless. He nearly choked when Kamui suddenly stood from her seat, obviously wanting to reflect her own thoughts to everyone.

"I completely understand where Xander is coming from when he says it's hard to believe just how much time has passed," she began, bouncing Kana all the while. "I met Leo for the first time when I was just eight years old, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that he couldn't stand me at all." She sent a smirk her husband's way, who sunk further into his chair as his cheeks turned an even darker shade of red.

"That being said," the woman continued, closing her eyes, "The stubborn little boy I once adored quickly grew into the most beautiful of men, and it wasn't long before I found myself falling for his dry wit, superior intelligence, and passionate endeavors. Of course, this was only after I found out we weren't actually related." Another round of laughter sounded, primarily from the royals on both sides. As they quieted down, Kamui turned toward Leo, her eyes centered on him and him alone. "I love you so much, my dear Leo. You've given me multitudes of happiness in the years we've been together, and even before that, you helped me in learning everything I could about the world around me - shaping me into the person I am today. I can only hope that I make your days as easy as you've made mine, and I wish you many, many, many more. Happy birthday, my love."

She moved to return to her seat just as everyone began to cheer, but Leo didn't let her. Instead, he rose from his chair and cupped her face in his hands, slanting his mouth over hers in a kiss brimming with passion. Those around them instantly began to hoot and holler at the unexpected action, but Leo didn't pay them any mind - he himself too focused on expressing his gratuitous affections to his wife.

”Leo,” she uttered breathlessly once they parted, a bashful smile gracing her lips. The man tenderly swiped his thumb along her cheek, before pressing another peck to her lips.

”If only you knew the extent of my thankfulness for you, my dear,” he replied, his expression tender.

”I’m thankful for Mama, too! And I’m thankful for Papa, also!” Forrest blurted from where he still sat in Leo’s chair - obviously wanting to be the center of attention. Both of his parents smiled down at him, Leo leaning over to press his lips to the crown of the boy’s head.

”If we’re done with the sappy speeches, we really should continue stuffing our faces,” Camilla, who was sitting next to Kamui, of course, suggested with a huff. “I’m just dying to show you all the cake I helped design!”

The gathering lasted early into the evening, something that hadn't been planned originally but no one complained about. Leo ended up having to scoop up a sleeping Forrest from where he had passed out under the dining table, he and Kamui each carrying their exhausted sons toward the bedroom wing as others began to return to their own quarters.

"At least we'll have a few hours of peace," his wife said with a giggle. "Between Kana being passed around to nearly every relative and Forrest playing with all of the other children, they'll be sleeping until tomorrow morning."

"One can only hope," Leo chuckled in response. They stopped in front of Forrest's room, Leo pushing the doors open and letting Kamui enter first. His wife went to sit in the plush lounge chair that was placed near the hearth while Leo carried Forrest into his bedroom, pulling back the covers of his bed and gently laying him down. He didn't have the heart to wake the boy in order to remove his party dress, so instead Leo tucked the covers around his little body, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Is our little prince all settled in for the evening?" Kamui asked when he reentered the greeting room, and he regarded her with a smile.

"Comfy as comfy can be, and still sound asleep," Leo affirmed, walking over to his wife just as she rose from her chair. Knowing she would want to give her proper goodnight's to their son as well, he took Kana into his arms, watching after Kamui as she disappeared into the bedroom.

”It’s been quite the day, hasn’t it, Kana-bean?” Leo uttered to his baby boy, grinning when the infant let out a little gurgle in his sleep. Indeed, the day had been one to remember, and during its entirety had given Leo quite the reality check about his life.

He was, without doubt, the luckiest man in the world.

Between a group of friends and family that would forever support him, two beautiful children that always managed to make his day a little brighter, and the loveliest, most compassionate woman in existence as his wife - Leo was certain the gods had favored him tenfold, even if his life hadn't necessarily begun that way. Every little instance of pain he had faced, every little betrayal, he would endure without question again if it meant being able to be here in this moment.

"Ready to head out?" Kamui asked once she exited Forrest's bedchamber, placing a gentle hand on her husband's arm. Leo nodded once, allowing his wife to lead the way as the two of them quietly left their son's quarters and proceeded down the corridor to their own.

Fate... luck... whatever the case, sure had a funny way of going about things.

But Leo, genius he was, chose not to question them at all.

Yay! :D Thanks so much for reading, likes and reblogs are always sincerely appreciated!!

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Sleepover - Core Four

Hey so I was wondering if you could do a varchie fic where the course four have a movie night/sleepover as it's their last night together as they are going to college and they talk about old times and Veronica and Archie decide to go to bed and they talk about their future together and that leads to other times like them kissing and getting steamy

Warnings: slight smut

Archie was in the kitchen making copious amounts of Popcorn, and Betty was assembling drinks on a tray. Veronica was looking through the selection of movies, with supervision from Jughead who was sprawled on the couch behind her. The sounds of ice cubes clinking against glass had him sitting up and turning to see his beautiful Betty balancing four glasses of soda and a bag of chips on a tray. She set the tray down on the coffee table, being sure to give her boyfriend a nice view as she did. Straightening up she gave him a wink and he grabbed her hand, pulling her into his lap. Betty planted a kiss on his forehead and Jughead’s hands cupped her cheeks and pulled her into a long kiss.

“Guys, I know you are in love and whatever, but this is serious, we need to pick a good movie to set the tone for this sleepover” Veronica sighed.

Jughead released Betty’s face and rolled his eyes. Betty giggled and made her way back into the kitchen to find out what was taking Archie so long. Jughead slid off the couch and sat next to Veronica on the floor. She had four DVDs laid out in front of her; Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Casablanca, The Breakfast Club, and Sixteen Candles.

“No way. These are all chick flicks. And… Casablanca? We are going to college, not war!” Jughead scoffed.

“Shut up. This is a sad moment, we need a sad movie, Jughead. Anyway, I thought these would be right up your street. What do you suggest then?” Veronica argued back.

This debate went on for 15 minutes, and after lots of angry looks and sarcastic comments, the pair decided on Scream. Meanwhile, Archie and Betty had filled the room with snacks, drinks, blankets, and pillows.

Jughead put the disc in the machine and retreated to his spot on the couch. Betty sat so close to him that she might as well be in his lap. Archie and Veronica occupied the only other couch in the small living room, with a blanket pulled over them.

Archie wrapped his arm around Veronica and pulled her into his side. She tangled her legs in his and leant her head on his chest. “I hate scary movies” she whispered into his t-shirt.

Archie chuckled, “then why did you agree to this?”

“Billy Loomis is hot” she shrugged with a straight face. Archie pulled back and she looked up, a look of mock horror on his face. She leaned in for a kiss and whispered, “not as hot as you” against the corner of his mouth. Archie smiled and they settled back in to watch the movie.

“I’m gonna miss this” Betty mumbled, loud enough for the four of them to hear. Veronica looked across at her best friend and saw that her eyes were shining with unshed tears.

“I’m going to miss this too B, but don’t forget, we’re all going to be in and around New York, it won’t be too hard to get together, right guys?”

Archie and Jughead quickly nodded and murmured their agreement with the dark-haired princess. Betty sniffled and tucked her head into Jughead’s shoulder.

“I just don’t think anyone will ever understand me like you guys do. I mean, who else will understand everything that happened while we were at school. I mean, a kid was murdered…” Betty whispered.

Jughead kissed her hair and trailed his thumb in small circles on her shoulder.

“and we figured it out…” Veronica chimed in, smiling proudly.

“I think you’ll find that we figured it out” Jughead retorted, circling his hand above him and Betty.

“But we helped, right?” Archie interjected, a smile playing on his lips.

“Fine, fine, you helped. We’re a regular Scooby-doo gang” Jughead rolled his eyes and Betty giggled. He smiled down at her, happy that she was no longer on the verge of tears.

Archie sat back and Veronica leaned into him again. Pulling her knees up to protect her from whatever was about to come on screen.

The four of them watched the whole of Scream without another word, only the odd gasp or shriek from the girls, and flinches from the boys, who were too proud to show how jumpy they really were.

Veronica jumped off the couch as soon as the movie had finished and shuffled toward the TV, ejecting the disc and replacing it with Breakfast at Tiffany’s without giving Jughead time to argue. She stated that it was her happy film, and she needed to calm her nerves after watching the scary movie.

Jughead held his hands up in defeat and retreated to the kitchen to put the pizzas in the oven.

Two movies later and Betty had fallen asleep in Jughead’s arms, and Jughead had fallen asleep with his head leaning back against the wall behind him. Veronica looked up at Archie, who was yawning, and she giggled sweetly.

“Wanna go to bed?” she whispered, not wanting to wake the other couple.

“I thought this was a sleepover… aren’t we all meant to sleep down here?” he murmured, rubbing his eyes. Veronica raised an eyebrow and he smiled, standing and pulling her up with him. They tiptoed out of the room and she led him up the stairs.

Once they got to the top, Archie took a chance and lightly pinched his girlfriend’s rear, earning him a little squeak. She laughed and turned, pulling him into his own bedroom and kissing him ferociously.

They fell onto the bed together, Veronica straddling the boy beneath her. She sat up and gazed down at him, his tantalising smile drawing her in once more to kiss his soft lips. Archie’s hands slid up her thighs, pushing her skirt as they travelled upwards.

Veronica groaned and placed a hand on Archie’s chest, sitting up straight and making sure he doesn’t follow.

“Arch, we haven’t really talked about, like, what is going to happen when we go to college, which is crazy because it’s tomorrow, but like... have you been avoiding the topic?” she rambled, stopping only when he placed a gentle hand on her arm.

“Babe, I haven’t been avoiding it… I honestly didn’t think we had to talk about it, I just assumed that everything would stay the same…” Veronica smiled, his answer was definitely not what she was expecting, but she loved its simplicity.

“But, Archiekins, we are going to different schools, we will be living apart… I don’t want things to change. It took us so long to get to this point…” Archie could feel his girlfriend’s breathing quicken, and he quickly sat up and put a finger to her lips.

“Breathe, Ron” he smiled. She exhaled slowly as if the weight of the world was being lifted from her shoulders. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about? Why didn’t you tell me you were this worried about it?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was some clingy girlfriend. I like to think of myself as strong and independent, but sometimes I feel nervous and, just, not really myself…” she looked down, her hands fidgeting where they were clasped around his neck.

Archie smiled, the kind of smile that wordlessly said, ‘I love you’ and cupped her cheeks.

“I know you are strong and independent, hell, you are the strongest woman I have ever met” Veronica cocked her eyebrow at him, and he added; “alongside Betty” Veronica nodded and allowed him to continue. “But… you are allowed to feel weak sometimes, you don’t have to have it together all of the time… that’s what I’m here for, that’s what Betty is here for, and even Juggie if you let him in… what I’m trying to say is… I know that you want to figure things out on your own, and I know you want to be, and are, a strong, independent, feisty, one of a kind-“ Veronica cut him off with a kiss, but he pulled back wanting to finish his sentence “but you are not alone. Talk to me, okay?”

Veronica nodded, resting her forehead on his, her hands twirling the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“and as for going to college,” he continued in a whisper, eyes closed, “we will figure it out, we always do. We will make time for each other. I love you, Veronica Lodge, and I am not letting you go that easily.”

Veronica pulled back and gazed at him, tears threatening to spill, “I love you too, Archie Andrews”.

Archie beamed and pulled Veronica in for a long kiss, their tongues dancing together, hands skimming over one another’s bodies. Archie groaned and, grasping the back of Veronica’s thighs, stood up and spun around, placing Veronica on her back and looming over her. Veronica scooted up the bed, and he crawled in after her, leaning over her and gazing down at her in, memorising her beautiful eyes, her full lips, the blush on her cheeks.

Veronica’s legs wrapped around his hips and pulled him down so that he rested on his elbows, and kissed her once more.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Jughead stood there, a triumphant smile playing on his lips, slightly out of breath from running up the stairs ahead of Betty, and hands on his hips. Betty almost crashed into the back of Jughead, ponytail messy and slightly askew from how she had been sleeping on the couch.

“I told you they were up here!” Jughead shouted in victory. Betty stuck her tongue out at him playfully and he laughed.

“Guys! A little privacy please?” Archie groaned, throwing a pillow at the pair. Veronica flung her arm over her eyes, her blush creeping over her face and a sweet giggle emanating from her lips. Archie’s head dropped to her shoulder and she wrapped her arm around his neck.

Betty pulled at Jughead’s arm, forcing him to back out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him. They heard their footsteps retreating, but not before Jughead shouted through the door “Use a condom!”

Archie groaned again, and threw another pillow at the closed door, earning another giggle from his dishevelled girlfriend.

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