#but i just want for fucking once to have a fling with adventure

[time-like-tears-in-rain]

god i relate so hard to martha rewatching her episodes is fucking rough.

#i too got fucked up over a skinny bland white boy in a nice coat while #trying to get my career started #and was dragged backwards and into all of his shit #and figured oh god if i fuck this up he's gonna die #he's gonna kill himself #i'm never getting a relationship with him but i can't leave and also i kinda like it here #and my parents violently hate each other if i'm not here for one of my siblings than no one is #and my other sibling is a bit of a mess so i have to be the good child the smart successful child and my career has to come first #but i just want for fucking once to have a fling with adventure #a fling with whimsy i'm so desperate for it #and i'm stuck between my parents and yeah i also hate my dad's new woman but i literally cannot change shit #and this guy is saying hey lets go do something fun and stupid that does nothing but eat time #and i'm like sure!!!! #even though he's fun around other friends he's quiet and withdrawn with me and dumping on me about another woman #and it's like..... #I'T S LIKE...... #just me and my leather jacket against the world #yeah rose is my favorite and you'd think that my favorite would be clara bc she was the evil one #and i relate to donna's listlessness and perceived ineptitude when she just needs her fuckin adhd diagnosis and to get away from her mother #but god. i hate seeing the fandom #belittle the heartbreak part of martha's story because you don't get it #she thought she loved him and even though it started as just liking him AS SHE FOUND OUT THAT HE WAS UNATTAINABLE SLOWLY OVER TIME SHE WAS #ALSO FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM SLOWLY OVER TIME. #i get it i get it i loved it and it fucking SUCKED. #annie irl

[audrey-emeralds]

Smashing Diamonds

Pairing: Nate Jacobs x Fem!Reader

Summary: The well-organized party turns south for Nate when he sees his former fling just a few steps away from Maddie, with whom he recently rekindled. Deciding to stay away from her, he realizes he can't help himself after noticing what she is wearing. Word count: 2.3k (2381 words)

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, name-calling, slut shaming, degradation, fingering, a bit of choking, cursing, unprotected sex

A/n: I don't know why but I got the need to try something dirty and Nate is the perfect person to try this on. Anyway, first time really trying to get into it, so I apologize if it isn't the best. Also, I wrote this as quickly as I could, because I was afraid the writer's block was gonna get me, but thankful it did!

Friday night, a perfect time for partying. When your friend Lea first mentioned the idea, you already knew what you wanted to wear. A very transparent top and skirt, with minimal material, mostly consisting of thin stripes of diamonds. A hot look for any club.

However, Lea didn't have any club on her mind. She mentioned your friends from East Highland High.

" You remember Barbara, yeah, well she said that there was this party happening on Friday and how we should totally come. " You thought about it, not much linked you to the people from there, which seemed like a great opportunity to meet new people and face new adventures. Without any hesitation, you agreed to this party.

~~~time skip~~~

After dressing up, you gave yourself a few spins, and view your reflection from the full body mirror, admiring the shiny gems that only covered small parts of your skin.

" This is going to be epic. " You took a selfie of yourself as you heard a car honking in front of your house. Quickening your steps, you managed to pass your living room with neither of your parents taking a glance at you, knowing they wouldn't approve of the outfit.

" Damn, girl, are you trying to get knocked up?!?! " Lea let her jaw fall to the floor as you were walking towards her car.

" Hahaha, not really. " A giggle slipped through your glossy lips.

" Well, good luck trying to find a guy who will pull out in time with you like this. "

You gasped dramatically, giggling once again. " Oh my God, Lea! " She winked at you, driving away from your house and straight to the party house.

Before you even stepped into the house, a smell of weed hit your nose. Alcohol bottles were at every table, every counter, and at any corner available. The whole house was covered in purple and pink lights, pouring over the crowds, not missing a single human. Music was bombing the whole place with its beat, and you couldn't wait to get to the dancing.

You noticed that just next to the big sofa, Barbara sat on an armchair, vaping casually. Lea and you made your way over to her. She quickly saw you coming her way and stood up with open arms.

" Look who's here!! " She screamed out, even though it was barely heard due to the loud music.

" So glad you could come! " She said firstly looking at Lea and then at you. It took her 10 seconds to look at you before she commented " Obviously with a purpose! "

You laughed, smiling at her and slightly shrugging. Lea just nodded enthusiastically at her. She encourages you to give Barbara a turn, at which you initially shake your arms. However, Barbara was intrigued and kept encouraging you to do so. Giving them a mocking eye roll, you spun around with Lea holding your hand in the air.

" Well shit, you better take that ass on the dance floor. " BB clicked with her tongue.

" Oh, don't worry I will, but first I need a drink to warm up. " At your words Barbara, lead you two to the drinks, giving each of you a glass.

" In that case, drink the fuck up! "

Two and a half cups of alcohol were more than enough to make you drag yourself and Lea on the dance floor. The beat was gushing out of the speakers so loudly, you could feel it in your chest.

You completely let yourself go to the music, the freedom you were able to feel while dancing was mesmerizing. Nothing else had your focus and attention, with this addictive feeling you couldn't care less what your outfit was showing and whatnot.

Across the room, Nate was standing with his friends, as each held their cup, staring at the new girl. You.

" Fuck, who's that? " One groaned out while eyeing your body.

" Just some girl from Valley Torah High. " Nate's voice spoke as each of his friends turned to him with interest.

" Yo, Jacobs, you never told us about this one. You fucked her, right? " The same guy asked, waiting to hear confirmation. Nate looked at him quickly before, staring back at you.

" Ohhh! So where are the photos, we didn't see her yet. " Nate frowned at him, as the group of guys laughed.

" I didn't take any. " He admitted quickly. Meeting the guy's confused faces, he added. " Didn't have time. "

" I see. " The black-haired one said straightening himself up. " Well in that case we will make some. " He turned to the guy next to him, pulling out his phone and handing it to him, before deciding otherwise and giving his phone to Nate.

" I trust you will know better which angles to film. " With that, he started approaching you. Nate didn't even acknowledge the phone fully, his mind was kept on you.

The way you swayed to the song, dancing and turning. Nate had sex with you twice, firstly after meeting you at a party and the secondly when you accidentally found yourself in the same store. Expect that nothing else happened, you two barely ever talked, you knew your names but that was it.

Nate did make an effort to ask for your number, but with him getting together with Maddie once again, he didn't think of contacting you. He did, however, look at your social media, just enough to know which school you attended and who you hung out with.

Since he was on good terms with Maddie, who knows would you two ever interact again, if it wasn't for this night, that outfit, and Nate's friend.

As the guy was approaching you, Nate took the chance to look at your surroundings, seeing his girlfriend had spotted you. " Of course, she did, who fucking didn't? " He thought to himself while watching the stipes of your skirt reveal your cheeks.

The sight made him close his eyes for a second to regain his senses. The outfit was almost slutty, whorish, he thought, but yet it just made it harder for him to not start rubbing his pants.

Just before the man next to you could get to you, one of Nate's friends tried to call out to him. " Yo, you filmin' this? "

Without any hesitation, Nate dropped the damn phone, muttering under his breath " fuck this. " and fastly started making his way towards you.

His friends laughed a bit, at his reaction, waiting to see what was about to unfold. You were still in your own world when a black-haired guy spoke to you. " Hey- " not even properly starting his sentence before Nate go to him. He looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. " Thanks for borrowing me your phone, now you can go back for it, I left it with Caleb. " The taller guy said, composed and relaxed.

You stared at the two strangers, the taller one had a serious face as he spoke to the other one. " What are you talk- "

" Caleb has it. Your phone. " He cut him off, you tried to hear better what were they talking about as you leaned closer to them. The two of them just stared at each other, not matching their facial expression.

" Go. " The taller one almost whispered it to the other one's ear, who left only a second later. Just then you could recognise the man in front of you.

" Oh hey, you. Nate right? " He just nodded slowly, his eyes watching you lazily, his figure towering over you. You stared at him, awkwardly standing, feeling a bit uncomfortable since you were the only two people not dancing in the crowd.

" Come with me. " Nate said, walking away to the stairs. You followed before stopping in front of the stairs and calling after him. " For what? "

He turned to you, an annoying expression on his face, almost frustrated. " We both know why you are here, so you gonna come and get it or what? " You turned back to see Lea was drinking at the kitchen counter, before meeting your eye, you supposed she couldn't see Nate, but she knew what going upstairs meant, so with a jovial smile, she made a cheering gesture.

You laughed, acknowledging her excitement, and then followed Nate upstairs. He didn't look at the people that were there, he walked right passed them and into a room, that seemed almost fully prepared for this encounter to take place.

You went in after him, closing the door. " So you remember me? " He asked a rhetorical question. " Then you must remember what you were doing to me. " Your eyes glanced at him innocently, after all that dancing, you still felt a bit mischievous.

" I don't know Nate, am I suppose remember it? " He immediately came closer to you, almost fully, chest to chest. " You wanna play a game ha? "

" Is this what you came for? "

You preached up your lips as if you were thinking about it, locking up at him and seeing the tense position of his jaw. A lot took for you to not smile, since you knew the moment you looked down you would see how much more tension was held in his lower area. But, of course you couldn't resist to look. " Oh my. " You gasped, almost faking it. " Now I see what is stressing you out. "

Your hand automatically pushed itself on his bulge, making him bite into his lower lip. But before you could even react to that, he spun you around and pinned you on the wall. Now his covered dick almost went right into your hole, as he made the quietest groan ever.

As he held you in that position, his big hands began to rub in the inner of both of your thighs, the warmth it was creating made you push yourself into him completely out of reflex. He groaned into your ear, before sneaking one of his hands into your panties, only to rip them off you. His fingers immediately stuck themselves inside you, teasing each and every part viciously.

" Fuck, ah! " You moaned hard into the wall. He left his right hand to flick around your pussy and let his left hand reach your breasts. He easily got to them, as only the diamond stripes kept him from squeezing them firmly causing you to hiss out in a painful satisfaction.

" Fuck, yeah! Tell me how it feels. " Nate pushed his still-covered front into you, as his fingers played with your entrance, before entering into you once again.

" Oh, Nate! " You practically screamed out his name. " It feels so fucking good! " You couldn't help but drag yourself all over his pants, just wishing you could pull them down. However, your hands were more preoccupied with holding you against the wall.

" Imagine how good would it feel with my dick inside you. " At that, you whined mockingly, pushing your ass into him. This made his hand leave your pinched breasts as he smacked your ass, vividly leaving his handprint on it.

" A whore like you would, just love that, wouldn't you? " You nodded hard, making sure he had seen it. His left hand then once again made contact with your ass, slapping it to the point of full redness. His fingers still worked on you, as you felt your orgasm approaching. Nate noticed it, smirking before completely letting you go. He placed his hands on his pants, starting to pull them down. You turned to him, wishing to do it yourself, but were met with rejection.

" You better keep those hands on the fucking wall. You already fucked with me enough tonight, so I'm going to let you know how it feels. " You barely turned around, as he slipped his hard dick into you. The sudden thrust into you made you scream out in pleasure. Nate didn't even let you take a full breath in before he started pounding into you.

He thrusted more and more into you, groaning at the feeling. His hands held your hips as he fucked you. His eyes watched your ass bounce with all the diamond stripes. The diamonds glimmered and shook at each smack, creating a quite beautiful sight that was hard to look away from. It was mesmerizing him and he truly thought about how much he enjoyed this, having you against the wall, being completely at his mercy and command, he was becoming harder just thinking about it.

You hummed at his thrusts until Nate grabbed your neck and choked it." Be louder...can't hear you. " He said as he slammed his full length into you. " Mhm, I'm gonna cum! " You yelped out, squeezing his dick so perfectly. " Yeah, come on...fuck! " Nate encouraged smugly, stopping his rhyme just for a moment. " I want to see you cum on my dick. " He then slammed once again, strongly into you, as you shook helplessly.

" You wanted this all along. To get...fucked so well. And so...dirty! " Nate panted into your ear, biting on your earlobe, before relesing it. " Mhm, fuck...I like you this tight. And wet. " His left hand was left at your ass as his right one returned to your pussy. Fingers rubbing into you, before sliding in.

" Mhmm... " You moaned as tears started to come out of your eyes. " Yeah...come on! Come on my dick! " With just one merciless push into you, you released your juices all over him. Nate groaned at the feeling of wetness covering him, throwing his head back, before returning to fucking you.

" Nate! Ah! " You groaned, feeling his dick twitch. " Fuck, cum in me! " When you said it, almost breathlessly, he knew he couldn't keep going for long. It took a few more thrusts, before he too released his juices, pushing himself fully into you, back to back. He left breaths on your back, as you both calmed down and returned to your normal breathing pace.

Nate pulled his dick out of you, walked over to the bathroom, getting himself a towel and cleaning himself up.

" You still fuck good, Jacobs. I remember it. " Nate only smirked at your words, trying to not let it affect him too much. He took one towel and gave it to you to do the same.

" I still have your number. I might text you for another time. "

" We will see if you will. "

#nate jacobs #nate jacobs imagine #nate jacobs x reader #nate jacobs x y/n #nate jacobs x you #nate euphoria #nate jacobs smut #jacob elordi #euphoria imagine #euphoria #audreyemeralds #audrey emeralds

[axelsagewrites]

Being in a Secret Relationship with Aegon

Pairing: Aegon x Servant Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex but no smut

Word count: 804

Masterlist Here

It starts with you being one of his servants

He was used to them avoiding his gaze, but he liked how it didn’t faze you

It was a comfortable silence between you both as he worked

And of course, he thought you were hot but didn’t want to say and risk you switching duties

However, when he found out it was you placing a jug of water beside his bedside and herbal tea each morning to help with his hangovers, he began requesting you specifically

Aegon got so used to your presence that eventually you began to talk

One night he got drunk and confided in you about his trauma

The next day he thought you definitely wouldn’t come back but you did

This time with lemon cakes for him without saying a word

That’s when he fully began to trust you

Aegon started to send for you to change his already fresh sheets and would have you just sit and chat

Other times when you came to do actual tasks like mop his floor, he would insist you rest in a chair while he mopped instead

He tried to shower you with elaborate gifts, but you turned him down since the other servants would surely notice

Instead, he began to set up mini feasts for you in his room so you could taste the finest foods and wines

You began to bring him roses from the garden or bracelets braided from scraps of fabric or hand embroidered napkins

He would sneak out to the silk streets but not to drink but take you on semi dates

He would take you to taverns or inns so that for at least a few hours you could feel normal

His drinking also severely lessened after your relationship began as instead of drinking his problems away, he was now talking about them

Any problems you had he did his best to solve as soon as he could

Another servant giving you issues? Claimed she stole something and got her fired. Saw a knight acting creepy towards you? Insist he got transferred elsewhere. Your clothes were getting tattered? Orders you whatever you request to replace it

Sure, sometimes he could be extreme, but he insisted you deserved the best

He started waking up earlier in the mornings so you could share breakfast before the day began

Now he can’t sleep unless he can see you before bed

Whenever he can he squeezes in a quick hug or kiss

“Just one more kiss I promise, please”

“You can’t leave me without a hug”

Even when you’re five feet away he misses you since he can’t just walk up and kiss you when he liked

This meant your private time was savoured by Aegon

As time went on you began to take more risks

Shared conversations turned to cuddling in his bed and playing with his hair

One night you both accidentally fell asleep and didn’t realise till the next morning

“Shit! Aegon get up its morning fuck,”

“Hey it’s okay- “

“What if someone finds me- “

Hearing the door begin to unlatch and quickly flinging yourself under the bed just before Alicent gets in

She knows something is up by her sons lack of whoring but doesn’t want to ruin a good thing

Speaking of whoring yous actually didn’t get physical for quite some time to start but once you did it was fucking like bunnies

The sex was very different than any of his silk streets adventures however and it only deepened his trust in you

It also meant Aegon would insist you sleep over whenever you could so he could cuddle into you when it was done

He loves getting cuddles in whenever he can

He would tell you of the dates he would take you on if everything was different

He also seriously considers getting on the back of Sunfyre and flying away with you

One day while you and Aegon are cuddled asleep in bed Alicent walks in and sees but she decides its better this way seeing the positive change in Aegon

Little does she know you were now actually hatching a plan to run away together with Aegon

When his father dies, he quickly goes to you, and you catch the next ship leaving the dock with a bag you’ve both had packed for weeks

You both sail for Dragonstone where he tells Rhaenyra of their fathers’ deaths which Alicent had kept a secret until they could crown Aegon

Unfortunately for her Aegon decided to swear fidelity on one condition; she give you a title and official court position

She does

It takes less than a few hours for Aegon to make all the necessary preparation for you to be married on Dragonstone

I suppose the relationship didn’t stay secret for very long

Taglist: @clairacassidy

#aegon headcanons #prince aegon #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen headcannons #house of the dragon headcannons #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd headcanon #hotd imagine #hotd x reader

[ivyjupiterwrites]

MDNI - Jacket

(I know barracks aren't usually one per room, but for this, Imma do it)

You pretend to be Roach's jacket and scare the shit out of him.

Poor guy never trusts a hanging up coat or otherwise again.

Flinging the door open to his room, the poor, unsuspecting bug tiredly drug his ass into his room. It had been a hell of a long day--hot, endless, and lots of hollering directed at him. Roach desperately just wanted to kick his boots off more than anything and lay down.

To just open an icy can of soda, and ly in bed while he died.

Was that too much to ask?

Apparently so.

You had perched yourself atop his coat rack behind his door. Unsure as to just how long you had been there exactly; you knew damn well long enough as your arms were beginning to feel like jelly. At least it was a good work out while you waited.

The door swung closed with a click behind him, indicating that the time was rapidly approaching. You listened patiently as he trudged through, his boots flying across the room with a clatter as he kicked them off. The springs on his bed screeched as he lowered his tall frame onto them so slowly it sounded like he was a rusty machine or just plain ancient.

You waited for a minute, allowing him to fully get comfortable and have the potential to see you before your big reveal. Your fingers were getting slippery, heartbeat picking up, you were trying not to laugh at the anticipated reaction.

One thing you didn't take into consideration was, since he didn't know you were there, he might do things he would do normally if you weren't. As your foot faultered from it's place, you decided now was as good of time as any, and coincidentally, overlapped him unzipping his pants.

I imagine as you drop down, once you've got the jacket off your head this is the sort of reaction that ensues.

There is much scrambling, cursing and Roach is watching you with the biggest eyes.

You're too proud of your joke to even notice what he's all bashful about, riding the laughing high it's only once you notice he isn't laughing you take everything in more carefully.

Residing within his hand, is his quite firm cock. He's eyeing your reaction cautiously as you observe him, his yelling finally over. The two of you just stand there in an overwhelming silence, until you make the first move.

Like a choose your own adventure: Platonic 1st, Smutty 2nd

Platonic:

"Oh my fucking god!" your body nearly folding in on itself, you couldn't get yourself further from his naked being. "I was just trynna have a funny, why d'you have your dick out!?"

"You're in my room!?!" Roach hollered back at you in return, keeping the same volume. He was trying to obscure himself, put himself back into his pants--anything. This was the last goddamn thing he needed after a long ass day, and you had the audacity to question him as to why he had his cock out in his own room.

(I imagine it like the vid below)

''I mean you're not wrong I guess..." was all you could offer him, and he snorted at your measly mumbled words.

"You guess?" he was flabbergasted, you really could be a piece of absolute work sometimes. "Listen, I appreciate you trynna have a laugh with me n'all but--"

"Yeah don't worry, I'll let you...and your girlfriend get back to business."

"Thanks." he deadpanned back as you flashed him a peace, closing the door quietly behind you, you left him in silence. Hard, just sitting there, wondering what in the world happened.

And it's maybe minutes, hours or days later, when he finally wonders to himself 'how the hell did they even get in there in the first place?'

Smutty

"You need some help with that... Or?"

"Could you just tell from the other side of the base and teleported here?" heart nearly pounding out of his chest, he wasn't sure whether to kill you or fuck you. Both options were so tempting at the moment.

"Nah, I've been waiting for you." you earnestly confessed, to which he both furrowed and raised his brows. This intrigued him.

"Waitin' for what, exactly?" he curiously ventured, still holding himself while staring you in the eyes. What answer he had been expecting was beyond you, had he thought you intentionally done this? As if you could ever anticipate such events coinciding.

"You," as if there was another answer. He gave you a look at your simply, oh-so-obvious answer. "To scare the bejesus outta ya."

"Well consider your mission accomplished." was his half laughed response, he was still too shocked to allow you to have the fullness of his amusement over the whole situation.

"Well," you returned saucily, your body now lurching forward as you now made your way towards him. Your movements slow, you wanted to give him ample opportunity to tell you to get the fuck out or otherwise. "I think I see our next mission sgt."

His gaze dropped down with yours, noticing you weren't returning his stare anymore but rather peering down into his lap. After a second, he snapped back up, returning to your glossy, teasing eyes. A sassy, knowing smirk rising the corners of your usually downtrodden mouth.

"Solid copy--affirmative." he eagerly nodded in return to you, to which you laugh. He was so cute.

You were going to have such a fun time torturing him.

#gary roach sanderson x reader #gary roach sanderson #cod 141 #task force 141 #141 x reader #roach cod #call of duty #smut #18+ content #18+ post

[atlafan]

Magnet & Steel - Part One

a/n: I was updating my masterlist and I realized I never posted the first part of this on here!! I wrote this in sept 2021, before my life fell apart lmao there are several other parts on patreon. I was updating my masterlist because I realized I never added any of the "part one"'s to the patreon fics that I post on here. Hope this still holds up! REMEMBER TO REBLOG

Here's my author's note from when I originally posted: I haven't done a "college" fic in a while, so here we are! Penelope is 21, and Harry is turning 24. He's a TA for her senior major course, but they met over the summer under an odd circumstance. Can't wait to know what you think! [Inspired by this song]

Warnings: threesome (😮) angst, lots of smut

Words: 15.7K

Don’t ask Penelope how she ended up in a threesome. All she knows is that she agreed to one. School was about to start, and she was out with a guy she was having a casual fling with. They were getting drinks when he brought up the subject to her. She was hesitant at first, but when Luke said it would be with his friend Harry, Penelope felt a little more comfortable. She’s straight, and as much as she’d like to think she’d be adventurous enough to hook up with another girl, she just wasn’t. But the idea of having two guys going to town on her? Yes, please! She was also more than willing after Luke showed her a picture of Harry. Luke and Harry weren’t close, but Luke had really been wanting to check off having a threesome on his “Things To Do Before I Graduate” list. So, she agreed.

Luke set everything up, all Penelope had to do was show up at a hotel with whatever types of condoms she prefers, and her favorite type of alcohol (if she felt like drinking). She didn’t tell her friends what she was up to, just that she was spending the night with her fuck buddy, Luke. No one gave it a second thought.

She got the key card in a cute little box that Luke left for her, making her feel all the more special. She takes a deep breath in the elevator up to the room. She swipes the card, and enters. Luke and Harry both greet her with warm smiles. Luke introduces them, and the three of them laugh a bit over the situation. They all take a couple of shots of vodka before getting started. Luke had put together a playlist to set the mood. Harry dimmed the lighting by putting a sheer scarf over one of the lamps.

Luke wanted to make sure Penelope was comfortable, so he started off by asking her questions. Harry did the same. They all wanted to make sure everyone was okay with what they were about to do, and if anyone wanted to stop at any point, they would. And so, once they get all of that settled, Luke begins by kissing Penelope.

The three are sat on the bed. Penelope shivers when she feels Harry move the strap of her tank top off her shoulder for him to kiss on. She places a hand on his thigh, giving it a squeeze. She didn’t want anyone feeling left out. Luke gestures for her to turn to kiss Harry, and she blushes before doing so. He smiles into the kiss, and she moans softly as Luke’s hands grope her breasts.

Before long, they’re all completely naked. All of their lips are swollen from kissing. Penelope’s on all fours, sucking Luke’s cock while Harry eats her out from behind. She feels bad because she can barely concentrate on making Luke feel good. Harry’s tonguing her asshole while he’s three fingers knuckle deep in her pussy. She has to pop off of Luke, and just pump him with her hand. She can feel an odd pressure building, one that she hasn’t felt before. Without warning, she’s drenching Harry’s fingers and wrist. So much so, some of it even gets onto his chest. She lays on her back to catch her breath while Luke licks the mess off Harry’s fingers. Her mouth falls open as she watches them. She whimpers, feeling turned on from the erotic sight before her.

The only snag happens after they’re all through with the foreplay. Both of the boys want to fuck Penelope, and they weren’t sure how to do that so it was fair. Harry mentions that Luke had gotten to fuck her plenty of times, so he already knows what it feels like. They ask her if she could take one after the other, but she shakes her head no. Then they agree on whoever doesn’t get to have her cunt can have her mouth.

“I want Harry to fuck me.” Penelope says. She can see the tinge of disappointment on Luke’s face, even with the dim lighting. “It’s like he said, you’ve had me before.” She leans back on her elbows, opening her legs. “Don’t you wanna share so Harry can feel how tight and wet I am?”

Both of the boys lose their minds. Harry gets a condom on and flips Penelope onto her stomach. He pulls her hips back and enters her. Her mouth falls open, in shock from how much bigger he is than Luke. Luke gets in front of her, and feeds her his cock. (She got to suck on Harry’s earlier too. They even took turns fingering her and eating her out.) She moans around Luke when she feels Harry start to hit her g-spot. She sucks Luke’s cock faster, she needed him to come fast so she could fully enjoy Harry. And that’s exactly what happens. While Luke recovers, Penelope rubs her clit and Harry continues to pound into her. She cries out when she comes, and instead of Harry spilling into the condom, he pulls out, sits up against the headboard, and pulls Penelope onto his lap. She sinks down on him reverse, and he holds her wrists behind her back.

“Luke, rub her clit for me.” Harry grunts, thrusting up into her.

Luke does as Harry says, rubbing Penelope’s clit while licking into her mouth. Harry bites and sucks on the crook of her neck. Her back arches into him over and over, and her hips match his on every thrust. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she comes again. Harry comes next, his body going slack against the headboard.

The three of them sit for a moment before cleaning themselves up. The boys let Penelope use the bathroom first, which she’s grateful for because she needed to pee desperately. Harry goes next, then Luke. None of them were going to stay the night, so they tidy up before heading out. They’re all exhausted, but none of them wanted to wake up in that hotel room where so much had gone down. They say their goodbyes after checking out, and that’s that.

The next time Penelope hooks up with Luke, all she can think about is Harry. He just fucked her so much better than Luke ever did. He was shocked when she told him she didn’t want to be fuck buddies anymore.

“I just think we’ve reached the finish line of whatever this is between us. It was fun for the summer, but I need to focus on school. We also both go to different schools, so…”

“I just thought we had something good going. Where did things go wrong?”

“Nothing went wrong, I…I just don’t see this turning into anything more.”

“Is this because of the threesome? Should we not have done it?”

“No! I’m glad we did it, it was fun. I’m sorry, I just don’t want…I don’t want to hook up with you anymore.”

“Harsh, Pen.” Luke sighs. “Is it Harry? Do you like him?”

“I only met him that one time. I haven’t seen or talked to him since. You and I would have drifted apart after school started anyways. This is for the best.”

The truth was she couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. No one had ever made her squirt before, and she couldn’t get the thought of it out of her mind. She’d do anything to feel that good again. But she didn’t know his last name, and she certainly wasn’t going to ask Luke. She’ll just have to think of him fondly.

//

Call her basic, but Penelope is an English major with a concentration in writing. She has a graphic design minor as a backup, and already has plenty of freelance work lined up, so she’s not super worried about what she’s going to do after she graduates. She loves writing, and is hoping to make it a career someday, but for now she’s just trying to get through her senior year.

With that, her fall load is a mix of high level courses, and a couple of easy graphic design courses. The high level one she has to take for her major is called Critical Theory. She wasn’t sure if she was dreading this class, or if she was excited about it. Ever the proactive person, before class Penelope looked over the course description:

Critical Theory seeks acquaint students with specific modern and contemporary schools of literary theory including: Formalism, Reader Response, Psychoanalysis, Structuralism, Semiotics, Marxism, Poststructuralism, Feminism, Queer Theory, Postcolonial Theory and New Historicism. More importantly, students begin to develop their own theoretical approach, informed by what they learn from reading important literary theorists.

She was excited about diving into all of the different types of theory, she just wasn’t excited about who was teaching it. The class is taught by this older woman who is a tenured English faculty member. She has a bad reputation for being overly serious, and makes the class feel so mundane. It’s a senior level course, shouldn’t it be fun? Professor Allen didn’t seem to think so.

Penelope heads to class with her friend, Ryan, who is also one of her roommates. Ryan was one of the few people Penelope told about her escapades over the summer. He’s a no judgement kind of guy, and has been besties with Penelope since their freshman year. They met in their first major course, and became inseparable. She also happens to know that Ryan has had a threesome before as well, and his was also with two other guys.

The two walk into their classroom. It seats about forty, so it’s not small, but it’s also not one of those giant lecture halls you’d see on television. They sit in the third row from the front, a happy medium, and get settled. Other students trickle in as the time gets closer to class starting. Penelope and Ryan both sip on their iced coffees and scroll through Instagrams on their respective phones. It’s a 9AM class, it’s not insanely early, but it’s still a little too early to function enough for small talk. The light sound of chatter dissolves as Professor Allen walks into the room. A young man walks in behind her, and Penelope nearly chokes on her coffee.

“Good morning, class!” Professor Allen says, somewhat cheerfully. “I have some news before we get started. Some of you have known me for quite some time, so I won’t mince words. I’m having a medical procedure done in a couple of weeks that will have me bedridden for the remainder of the semester, so all of my courses will be instructed by some trusted TA’s. This is one of them, Harry Styles. I’ll be letting him take the lead and just observe before I’m out for the rest of the semester. Please pay him the same respect you would me. Harry, go on and introduce yourself.” Professor Allen smiles at him, and he nods.

“Yeah, hi, everyone. My name’s Harry, feel free to just call me that. I’m a grad student going for my MEd, and then eventually my PhD, so I’ll be here for a while.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I was an English major during my undergrad career, so I’m hoping we can all get along. I’ve only ever taught online before, but I’m really passionate about what we’ll be discussing in this class, so I think we’ll be alright.”

“Thank you, Harry.” Professor Allen smiles. “Go on and take roll, I’m going to pull up the course page and syllabus.”

Harry nods, and grabs a notebook from his bag. Penelope is sweating, squirming in her seat. Ryan looks at her puzzled, having no idea why she’s suddenly so out of sorts. Harry calls out each name, and asks if there’s any specific preferred names or pronouns he should be aware of. Then he gets to Penelope…

“Penelope Quentin.” He reads, and then his eyes widen when he fully registers the name. He looks ups when he hears her.

“Here.” She says quietly. The two make eye contact for a moment too long before he moves on to the next name. “Shit.” She says under her breath.

“What’s wrong?” Ryan whispers to her.

“That’s Harry…from the you know what with Luke.” She whispers back, and Ryan’s jaw drops.

“Oh, shit.”

“What am I gonna do? This class is only offered in the fall, so I can’t drop it.”

“Just relax, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Penelope and Ryan, I’m not afraid to separate you two.” Professor Allen says. Penelope notices the small smirk on Harry’s lips as Professor Allen begins going over the syllabus. Harry chimes in from time to time as well. “Since I won’t be here, I won’t be having office hours. Harry will be taking over my office, so you can see him during his office hours. Please try to remember that he’s not only teaching, but he’s a student too.”

Professor Allen is tough, but fair. That’s probably her one redeemable quality. Harry goes over the course page, and talks about the books needed for class. He goes over a couple of big assignments, but other than that, there’s not much else since it’s just the first week. It’s a relief when class is dismissed early. Penelope wants to get out of there as soon as possible. She’s right behind Ryan, but feels a slight tug on her elbow. She turns to look at Harry, and she feels about two inches tall.

“Hey…do you have a minute?” He asks awkwardly, putting his things in his bag.

“Um…sure, my next class isn’t until eleven, so…I’ve got a bit of time.” She looks back at Ryan. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

Ryan nods and leaves the classroom. Penelope follows Harry out, and they walk in an awkward silence out of the building. They walk until they get to the student union, and grab a table at the student café.

“I’m gonna grab a coffee, do you need another?” He asks.

“No, um, I think one is plenty for today, thank you.”

Harry nods and goes up to get himself a coffee. He returns with a small cup, and a large chocolate chip cookie. He nudges it towards Penelope, and she raises an eyebrow at him.

“Had to get you something.” He shrugs, and takes a sip of his coffee.

“Oh, um, thanks. This’ll be a nice treat for later.”

“I…I assumed you went to the same school as Luke.” He blurts out. “I had no idea you went here, and I didn’t even have a chance to check the class roster beforehand this morning.”

“No, it’s okay. Luke and I worked at the same restaurant this summer, that’s how we met and got familiar. I assumed you two went to school together.”

“No.” Harry shakes his head. “We went to high school together, we were on the same basketball team.”

“Oh…I guess we didn’t exactly have time to get to know each other given the circumstances.”

“It’s better when you keep your distance for things like that.”

“Had you ever hooked up with him before?”

“No.” Harry chuckles. “But I knew he was bi, and I knew he was sort of into me, so when he asked if I wanted to participate I thought it would be fun. Especially after he showed me a couple of pictures of you. Are you two still seeing each other, or…?”

“No, I broke things off with him a couple of weeks ago. We weren’t anything serious to begin with, we were just hookup buddies, you know? I don’t really want a boyfriend right now. Being tied down before graduating doesn’t sound like a great idea.”

“I completely get that, you’re preaching to the choir. I hope you won’t be uncomfortable with me teaching your class. You seemed so frazzled before.”

“I was in shock. You were the last person I expected to see today, and my friend Ryan is the only one who knows about the…about the threesome.” She whispers the word. “I’m not exactly known for being, well, for being a hole.”

“Oh my god.” Harry laughs. “You’re funny, you know that? So, what, you didn’t tell your other friends that you let two guys have their way with you?”

“No.” She blushes, a small smile gracing her lips. “I think they’d be in shock from the information alone. I had a good time with the both of you, it was fun.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Although…I think going forward I’ll stick to just fucking one person at a time. I was super tired the next couple of days.”

“It’s a lot of work, being a hole.” He smirks, leaning back in his chair. Penelope laughs at that, and finishes off what’s left of her iced coffee. “It was my first time doing something like that too. I’ve always been curious about the appeal. I had a tough time holding back.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you were Luke’s girl, or so I thought, so I didn’t want to be the leader, but there were a lot of times I just wanted to push him out of the way. You’re very…you’re very cute, and I kind of just wanted you to myself after we really got started.”

“You were sort of greedy with me.” She’s trying so hard to save face. She wants to melt into a puddle. The guy she’s been thinking about non-stop for weeks not only thinks she’s cute, but has just admitted that he wanted her all to himself. “I didn’t mind it though.”

“Fed my ego when you outright said you wanted me to fuck you.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Harry nods at that, and they both lean in so Penelope can easily whisper. “There were times I wanted to push Luke out of the way too.” Harry grins a beaming smile at Penelope. She sits back in her chair and chews on her bottom lip. “So, um, what do we do?”

“About?”

“Class.”

“I don’t think there’s anything to do. I didn’t know you’d be in my class when we did what we did. No harm done.”

“But what if, um, what if…we want to-“

“Oh!” Harry’s surprised since Penelope didn’t try to connect with him after everything. “You’d wanna hook up again?”

“Yeah.” She blushes.

“Little cliché, isn’t it?” Harry smirks. “A student fucking their TA?”

“I met you beforehand…it wouldn’t be totally wrong, would it?”

“You like doing things you’re not technically supposed to do, don’t you.” It’s not a question. Penelope can feel the heat in her cheeks getting warmer. Harry leans in a little more, making sure absolutely no one will be able to hear him. “And all this time I thought you were a good girl.”

“I am.” She swallows. “Or…I could just be good for you, maybe.” Harry’s eyebrows raise at that. “I could be your good girl.”

“Jesus Christ.” Harry sits back and fans himself with his hand playfully. “We’d have to keep it quiet. I wouldn’t want anyone thinking you’re screwing me to get a good grade.”

“I don’t need to screw you to get a good grade, thank you very much.” She smirks. “But I agree, it’s probably a good idea not to blab about it. Ryan will know, he can read me like a book.”

“It’s probably good to tell at least one friend. Secrets like these can be hard to keep sometimes.” Harry takes out his phone, and slides it to her. “Put your number in. You mentioned before you’re not looking for a boyfriend.” Penelope hums her response as she creates a contact for herself in Harry’s phone. “Well, I’m not looking for a girlfriend either. I’m happy to not fuck anyone else if that’s what you’d prefer, but I won’t be taking you out on any dates, and I might not call the next day. This has to be just sex.”

“Good, because that’s all I want from you.” She slides his phone back over to him. “I texted myself.” She gathers her things and stands up. “I need to run home quick before my next class. See you around.”

“Yeah, see you, Penelope.”

//

“From how mortified you were in class I never would have thought you’d leave your chat having made a new fuck buddy.” Ryan laughs later on that day as Penelope tells him what happened. “Good for you, he’s as cute as you said.”

“And this time I won’t have to share.” Penelope grins. “Ry, when I tell you a dick has never felt this good. I mean, fuck.”

“Are you gonna tell Luke?”

“No, why would I?”

“Because you’ll eventually end up working together again. Don’t you think it’ll be weird for him?”

“No.” Penelope shakes her head. “This whole thing probably won’t last long anyways. We’ll probably fuck, like, once, and that’ll be it.” She shrugs.

//

The rest of the week goes by in a blur. Syllabus week is usually pretty chill. During lecture on Wednesday, Professor Allen did most of the talking so Harry could observe. His eyes would occasionally drift over to Penelope. When their eyes would catch, they would both smile shyly before looking away.

Being a senior means having no classes on Fridays, which means Thursday nights are for drinking, and going to parties. With it being the first weekend of the semester, it was bound to be crazy. Penelope and her friends get invited to a few different houses, so they pregame at their own apartment before heading out. They go in and out of a few different houses, saying hi to friends, then Penelope and Ryan break off to go to the bars downtown.

“No fucking way.” Penelope says. “That’s Harry!”

Harry’s making drinks behind the bar, and Penelope goes right up, batting her lashes. He smirks and leans his forearms on the bar.

“What can I get for you, beautiful?”

“Two Grateful Deads, please.”

“You got it.” Harry makes up the drinks, and gives them to Penelope and Ryan. “They’re on me.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Penelope says.

“I want to.”

“Here, then, how about a fat tip?” Ryan puts a ten dollar bill on the bar, and Harry happily takes it.

“Don’t think this is a bribe for a good grade, now.” Harry teases.

“Me? Never.” Ryan puts a hand up in defense. “Pen, I’m gonna go see if Alex is here. Are you good?”

“Mhm, go have fun.” She smiles, and turns back to Harry. “How do you have time to work here?”

“I just do.” He shrugs. “I’m only the TA for our class, and I’m only taking three grad classes this semester. Two of which are online asynchronous, so it’s fine. The stipend I get is just enough to cover housing and some other bills. This’ll help me not live paycheck to paycheck.”

“That’s smart.”

“You didn’t think I was stupid, did you?” He leans a little farther forward.

“Maybe a little, since you didn’t ask for my number right away.”

“I thought you and Luke were a legitimate item!” Harry laughs, standing back up straight.

“If that were the case, it would have been a little fucked up for us to have a threesome. And even more fucked up of me to choose you over him, don’t you think?”

“I guess, yeah.” He sees he’s getting waved down by someone for another round. “I have to tend to the customers. Stay here? I can chat between orders.”

“Okay.”

Penelope watches as Harry tends to the bar. She watches as other people try to flirt with him. She feels a tinge of jealousy, but she gets over it because she knows that no one else will have the chance to know him like she does.

“I’m surprised you’re not at some big house party.” Harry says to her a little later on.

“We stopped by a few places earlier to say hi, but now that we’re all of age it’s more fun to come down here where we don’t have to worry about the cops coming to shut the party down.”

“Very true.”

“So, are you going to work here all semester?”

“I don’t know yet. This was honestly just a summer gig. I think I might work through September, and then see. I’d like to have fun with my friends too.” He notices that Penelope’s glass is empty. “Do you want another?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“Are you gonna take me home tonight?”

“Do you want me to?” She nods her head yes. “Alright.” He smiles.

“Then I’ll just have water. I don’t wanna be wasted if you’re going to fuck me.” Harry chuckles at that, and gets her some ice water. “Thanks.” She takes a big gulp. “I’m gonna go find Ryan and dance for a bit. What time do you get off, are you here ‘til close?”

“Nope.” Harry smiles. “I’m only on the clock for another hour. Go have fun, I’ll grab you later.”

Penelope smiles, takes her glass of water, and heads towards the dance floor. She finds Ryan, and he pulls her closer to dance with him. An hour or so later, Harry makes his way through the crowded dance floor, and finds Penelope. He taps her shoulder, and she turns around. He asks if she wants to dance and she nods, turning back around to press her ass against his pelvis. His hands grip her hips, and they move along to the music together.

“So, my place or yours?” Harry asks Penelope after a few songs. She chews on her bottom lip.

“Mine, then you won’t have to worry about walking me back when we’re done.” She grins.

“Smart.” He drapes his arm around her shoulders, keeping her pressed into his side. “Ryan, we’re gonna head out, are you good?”

“Yeah! See you later.” Ryan smiles. He was dancing with Alex, so he was perfectly content.

Penelope and Harry make their way out of the bar, and to her apartment. She keys inside the building, and leads Harry up two flights of stairs before reaching their destination. She puts a finger up to her lips, signaling to him that he needs to be quiet. Her other roommates could easily be back and asleep, and she didn’t want to wake them. They walk quietly, yet with a purpose, to Penelope’s bedroom. Once they’re in, she locks the door behind them. He comes up to her, pressing her gently against the door, and slotting his mouth over hers.

“You still want to?” Harry asks as he kisses a trail to her neck. “It’s okay if you don’t.”

“No, I want to. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” Harry pauses his kissing to step back and look at her with raised eyebrows. “I…I mean, like, that night…I’ve wanted you to fuck me again for a while. Shit, did I just ruin it?”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” He smiles softly at her. “I’m just surprised, is all. I barely got to do half of the shit I wanted with you, and yet I was still able to leave a lasting impression.”

“You know your dick is big.” Her face flushes.

“Was that the only memorable part?” He presses his thigh between hers, causing her to grunt.

“No.” Truth be told, Penelope couldn’t get a single part of him out of her mind since that night. Every kiss, every touch, every moan…there was just something so alluring about Harry, and she had wanted him again desperately. “Please, I…don’t tease me right now. I’m too riled up for that.”

“Ah, so you just want it hard and fast tonight, is that it?”

“Yes.” She tugs on the collar of his shirt, pulling him back down to her to kiss. She bites down and sucks on his bottom lip. “Please, Harry.”

He cups her jaw, licking into her mouth, then tugs her back to her bed. They both fall on top of it, and fumble around to get their clothes off. He nips at various parts of her breasts and chest, working his way down to between her legs. Her back arches as his tongue licks a fat stripe up her slit. He spits down on her pussy, then licks over her clit, swirling his tongue around the small bud. Penelope fists at her blankets, and grits her teeth. Harry rubs his fingers around her entrance before slipping his index and middle inside. She squirms a bit from the intensity of it all. His mouth is making a mess of her clit while his fingers thrust in out of her in search for her g-spot.

“Shit, right there!” She gasps, then claps her hand over her mouth.

Harry groans against her, feeling how wet he’s making her with what he’s doing. He can feel her tightening around his fingers. He wonders if she’ll squirt again like she did the last time he was between her legs like this. He hopes she does, it was one of the hottest things he had ever seen. A few more strokes of his fingers and she’s gushing. Harry quickly removes his fingers from inside her, and rubs her clit rapidly. He has to use his other hand to hold one of Penelope’s legs down so she won’t close them. Her comforter is soaked. She thinks he’s going to give her a moment to catch her breath when he takes his hand away, but she gasps when she feels his hot mouth back on her, licking away at the mess she made.

“Does that happen a lot?” Harry asks her as he kisses his way back up her body.

“No.” She reaches into her side table for a condom, and hands it to him. “It’s only happened one time prior to you, and then it didn’t happen again until you. It’s sort of embarrassing…”

“Are you kidding?” He rips the foil packet open and slides the condom on his hard cock. “I’ve only ever seen that happen in porn. I have to say, the real thing is way hotter than watching it happen on a screen.” He pecks her lips as he lines himself up with her. “I like knowing that I’m making you feel that good.” He pushes inside of her, and they both groan. “Did…did Luke ever…was he the first person-“

“It happened while I was touching myself one night, okay? And that was like two years ago, and then it didn’t happen again until you fingered me from behind during the threesome. Can we move on?” She says, rolling her hips up to his to get him to start moving.

“That’s not a very nice way to talk to me.” Harry gives her a sharp thrust. “Thought you wanted to be my good girl.”

“I do, but you’re making it difficult.” She huffs. “Don’t bring up Luke, or anyone else.”

Harry nods, and starts giving her hard and fast strokes. He takes her wrists, and presses them down on either side of her head. She’s breathing heavily, desperately trying to stay as quiet as she can. She knows the walls of her apartment are thin, and knows how annoyed she’d be if the shoe were on the other foot. Harry releases one of her wrists so he can hook an arm under one of her knees so he can drive it in deeper.

“Oh, God.” Penelope throws her head back into her pillow.

“Like that?” He grunts into her ear. “So fucking deep.”

“Yes.” She gets a fist full of his hair, and presses him further into her neck. He sucks on the tender skin, causing her to let out an elongated moan. She bites down on his shoulder to try to keep herself quiet.

Harry moves to sit up on his knees, gripping her hips to raise them up a bit. He holds onto her tight as he grinds his cock in and out of her. She reaches to rub her clit, but looks him in the eyes first as if to ask if it was okay. He nods rapidly, grabbing her hand to place it where she needs it most, and she starts touching herself. Harry’s mouth falls open as he watches the scene before him. Penelope bites down on her other palm to muffle the sounds of her cries and screams as she comes around Harry’s cock. He spills into the condom shortly after, and comes down to her to kiss her over and over. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as they explore each other’s mouths. Once their breathing evens out a bit more, Harry pulls out of her.

“Fuck.” He runs a hand through his hair and looks at her. “That was great.”

“Yeah.” She smiles at him. “I’ve got a small trash bin by my desk.” She points over to it.

“Right.” He nods, and gets off her bed. He disposes of the condom, then starts to put his clothes back on. Penelope throws on an extra-large bed shirt. “So…you good?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Just wanted to make sure you were alright before I left.”

“Harry, it’s not like you whipped me and called me a whore.” She laughs. “I’m all set, you can go.”

“Alright.” He laughs too. “I’m glad you came to the bar tonight. I was going to text you, but then I didn’t because I didn’t know if you had class tomorrow morning or not.”

“I don’t have classes on Fridays, actually.”

“Good to know.” He pecks her lips, and opens her bedroom door to leave.

Penelope goes down the hall to use the bathroom, and go through her nightly routine. She drinks a little bit of water, then goes back to her room. She yanks the comforter off her bed, and sighs with relief when she sees the wet spot didn’t seep through to her other blankets and sheets. She slips into bed and gets comfortable. It doesn’t take her long to fall asleep.

//

During the day Friday, after sleeping in, Penelope goes to the library with Ryan to get a jump on some homework. There wasn’t a ton of stuff assigned since it was syllabus week, but Penelope had an easier time reading her academic texts at the library, and so did Ryan. Novels she could read just fine in her bedroom. The two dove into how their nights ended: Penelope took Harry home, and Alex took Ryan home. All in all, they both had a good night.

“So, when are you going to tell Jessa and Naomi about Harry?” Ryan asks her.

“Probably tonight when we have our movie night.”

“I can’t wait to watch Mystic Pizza.” Ryan sighs happily. “I love our little traditions.”

“Me too.” Penelope smiles.

//

That night, Penelope, Ryan, Jessa, and Naomi all get comfortable in their living room to watch their movie. They have drinks, pizza, and cookies - nothing could be better. Penelope tells the girls about Harry, not naming him, but that she has acquired a new fuck buddy.

“Ohh, so that’s who I saw sneaking out of here last night. I got up to grab a late night snack, and I heard the door open and close.” Jessa says.

“Sorry, we tried to be as quiet as we possibly could.” Penelope explains. “I didn’t want to wake either of you.”

“No worries.” Naomi smiles. “Glad you got yours. The party we ended up at was full of gross people, so we left.”

“Yeah, and then we were too exhausted to go anywhere else.” Jessa shrugs.

About halfway through the movie, Penelope feels her phone buzz next to her thigh. Normally, she wouldn’t look at her phone during a roomie night, but she was curious to see who was texting her at 10PM.

Harry: wyd

Penelope: watching a movie with my roomies, wbu

Harry: just got home from the bar…wanna come over?

Penelope: I can’t…it’s roomie night, we’re watching a movie

Harry: come over after the movie

Penelope: I’m not going to walk by myself to god knows where at night

Harry: can’t Ryan walk you?

Penelope: I’m sure he would if I asked, but I’m not going to because it’s not his job

Penelope: If you want me to come over then you can come and get me

Harry: jfc fine! What time???

Penelope: idk whenever the movie ends, I’ll text you

Harry: don’t make me wait too long

Penelope rolls her eyes, and puts her phone down. She really didn’t want to leave her friends, and she was hoping for just a chill night. They didn’t technically have other plans after the movie, but usually they would watch another, maybe do their nails, and drink a little more. She didn’t want to ditch them.

“Hey, uh…after the movie’s over, would you guys be mad if I went to go hook up?” Penelope asks the group.

“Why would we be mad?! Did fuck buddy text you?” Jessa asks.

“Yeah, but I won’t ditch if you all want me to stay afterwards.”

“I have to get up early for field hockey, so I was planning to crash after the movie.” Naomi says.

“And I have an early shift at the coffee shop.” Ryan says. “Do you need me to walk you there?”

“No, he said he’d come get me. Thanks, guys.”

“Oh, please.” Jessa scoffs. “As if we’d ever cock block. It was nice of you to consider all our feelings, though.”

“Always.” Penelope smiles. She really does have a great circle of people around her.

After the movie’s over, Penelope texts Harry that he can come get her. She puts a small tote bag of things together for herself in case she ends up spending the night. She sure as shit wasn’t going to walk back by herself. Harry texts her that he’s outside, and off she goes. She doesn’t see anyone out on the street, just a car, so she walks up to it. She sees Harry in the driver’s seat, and she opens the door to get in.

“Hi.” She smiles.

“Hey.” He smiles back. He’s dressed more casually tonight, donning a pair of grey joggers and a white tee shirt. He pulls onto the street, and makes his way to his building.

“Are you way off campus, or…?”

“Nah, I live in the grad student housing complex. It’s sort of like a townhouse, which is nice. I share it with three other people.”

“I never asked before, but how old are you?”

“I’ll be twenty-four in February, why?”

“Just wondering.” She shrugs a shoulder. “Did you take a gap year between undergrad and grad?”

“Yeah, I wanted to work for a bit so I could have some time to figure out what I wanted to do next. I kind of just want to get paid to read, so when I was looking into different programs, the one at this school caught my eye. The grad program here has a smooth transition into the doctorate.”

“That’s so cool. I feel like once I graduate I’m never going back to school.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want to be a writer. I…I like writing creatively, fiction mostly. Too bad you don’t want to get into publishing, you could read while I write.” She jokes, and it makes him chuckle.

“I actually thought about going into publishing, but then I realized I’d have to read books I don’t really give a fuck about, and then marketing comes into play, and I really don’t give a fuck about that.”

“So, basically doing more schoolwork allows you to just read whatever, whenever?”

“Pretty much.” Harry pulls into a parking space, and leads her to his building. “All of my roommates are out, by the way. They like to go to the bar on Fridays since they know all you undergrads tend to stay in on Friday nights.” He smirks, and keys into the house. “And for even more convenience, three of the bedrooms are upstairs, and mine is on the ground level. So, either way, we have a little more privacy, and I have my own bathroom.”

“Damn, how’d you get so lucky?”

“I moved in first over the summer, so I already established my room and all that. The others didn’t seem to mind.” Harry puts his hand on the small of Penelope’s back to lead her to his bedroom. He flips the light on and closes the door behind them. “Here we are.”

“Nice.” She says as she kicks her Crocs off. “Not a total pit.”

“I clean up after myself. I’m not a pig.”

“You just never know what you’re going to walk into at a guy’s place.” She sees a book case stacked with all different types of books.

“What are you looking for?” He stands behind her, leaning over her shoulder.

“Just wanted to make sure there isn’t a copy of Catcher in the Ryeanywhere.” She looks up over her shoulder at him. “I can’t have a Holden Caulfield apologist on my hands.”

Harry bursts out laughing at that, and gives her playful shove.

“Definitely won’t find a copy of that book on my shelves. I hated that they made us read that in high school.”

“What was one of your favorites that they made you read?” Penelope asks as she crawls onto Harry’s bed. He sits down next to her, throwing his arm around her so she can cuddle up next to him.

“Hmm…I enjoyed Lord of the Flies, I think. This may sound stupid, but I didn’t read much in high school. I fell in love with it in college because of some random gen ed I took freshman year. Changed my major from Business Administration to English after my first semester. What about you?”

“That’s not stupid at all. I’m actually not the biggest fan of reading myself. I much prefer to write. I like short stories, and stuff like that. I’m a slow reader, and I hate super descriptive books, I’d rather read dialogue, you know? Nothing like some good subtext.”

“So, what does it take for a story to really suck you in? What makes you sit down and read?”

“I love a good, like, enemies to lovers, or even friends to lovers. Basically, two idiots that if they just talked out their feelings so much shit could have been avoided.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of genre, not so much a trope.” Harry chuckles.

“The genre doesn’t matter to me as long as it has the tropes I like. I hate reading a book thinking something is going to happen, and then it doesn’t. It’s like eating something with a bad after taste. I wanna know straight up what I’m getting into, and then I’ll be more than happy to strap in for the ride.”

“Wouldn’t that ruin the ending if you know the couple will end up together?”

“Not at all! Just because I know what the destination is going to look like doesn’t mean I know the journey. I wanna know how they get to be lovers, and a little bit of what happens next.”

“I’m guessing you mostly stick to romance novels?”

“I guess you could call them that.” She looks up at him and smiles. “Sometimes I like reading a story that just has a good fuck scene in it.”

“Ah, so you prefer to read your porn, rather than watch it.”

“I like having context.” Penelope moves to straddle Harry. His hands rub up and down her thighs.

She cups his jaw and leans in to kiss him. She didn’t come over to talk, after all. Harry adjusts them so they can sit a little more comfortably. Penelope licks into his mouth, and molds her tongue to his. He tasted like mint, and it just made her kiss him harder. His arms wraps around her body, pulling her closer to him. She rolls her hips down onto his, and a slow grind forms between the two of them. She pulls back for a moment and smiles shyly.

“It’s, uh, it’s a little quiet in here. Could you maybe put some music on for some background noise?” She asks.

“Sure.” Harry grabs his phone and opens Spotify, putting on a random playlist before gripping her chin to kiss her again. “Better?”

“Much, thank you.”

They continue to kiss and grind, sinking further into the mattress until Harry’s laying down flat on his back with Penelope on top of him. Both of their lips are swollen at this point, and Harry’s cock is throbbing. He rolls them both onto their sides so they’re facing each other. He reaches for the waistband of her leggings, and looks up at her.

“Wanna touch me while I touch you?” He asks.

“Yeah.” She nods, and presses her lips back to his.

She blindly reaches inside his joggers, palming his erection over his boxer-briefs. She wriggles a little closer to him so there’s less of a strain on her arm. Harry’s hand slips inside her leggings, and her thong, cupping her pussy. He grunts when he feels how wet she is, and slides his middle finger up inside her.

“Already so wet for me.” He says against her lips.

She hums her response as she pulls Harry’s cock out of his underwear. She grips him, and slides her hand up over his tip. She rubs her thumb over his slit, and whimpers at the feeling of his precome.

“So are you.” She looks up at him through her lashes. She slings her leg up over his hip so he can have more access to her. He slides two more fingers inside her. “Holy fuck.” She moans.

“Like the way that feels?” He nuzzles his nose to hers.

“Mhm, feels so good. Stretching me out so much.”

“Opening up so nice for me. Gonna take my cock like a good girl?”

“Fuck, yes.” She scooches closer to him, getting her other hand inside his pants so she can cup his balls, massaging them gently.

“Oh my god.” Harry pulls his hand away from her, and pushes her on her back. He wriggles out of his bottoms, and yanks her leggings and thong off of her. “I’m gonna eat you out, is that alright?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” She bites her bottom lip as Harry spreads her legs apart. “You really like doing that, huh?” She says just as Harry was starting to suck on her pussy. He pops off of her and smirks.

“I’m really into oral pleasure. Anyone can stick their dick in you and fuck you, it actually takes some talent and effort to get someone off with their mouth and fingers.” His thumb rubs slow, hard circles into her clit. “Don’t you think?” He slides his three fingers back inside of her, and brings his lips down to her clit. He looks up at her as he sucks on it.

“Shit, Harry.” Her mouth falls open as she makes eye contact with him. She was so turned on by him. Her hips raise and lower with each pump of his fingers.

“Come on, Penelope, give it to me.” He says, pumping his fingers even faster. He uses his other hand to rub her clit rapidly. “Can feel you squeezing around me.”

“H-Harry, I…I can never tell when it’s gonna happen it just happens.” She squirms under him, trying to close her legs, but Harry keeps them open. “I don’t wanna make a mess of your bed.”

“I don’t care about that. I want you to feel so fucking good. Just let go, be a good girl, yeah?”

That’s what pushes Penelope over the edge, soaking Harry’s fingers in the process. He pulls them out of her and immediately attaches his mouth to her pussy. He rubs her clit more to get more from her. Penelope thrashes underneath him, unable to handle the intensity of her orgasm. Harry pops off of her, and sits back on his feet as he catches his breath. He takes his shirt off, and yanks Penelope up onto her bum so he can take hers off as well. He wraps his lips around one of her nipples while his hand kneads her unoccupied breast.

“Harry, can I suck on you for a bit?” She asks him, almost lightheaded.

“Course you can.” Harry switches positions with her so he’s laying on his back.

Penelope kisses her way down his long torso, admiring the ink on his skin. The head of his cock is red, almost angry. She grips him, and licks a stripe up his shaft. She flits her tongue over his leaky tip. It’s a heady taste, but she doesn’t mind too much. How could she? She essentially squirted into his mouth, and he licked up every last drop. The least she could do was give him some good head. She suckles on his tip, getting plenty of spit on it so she can pump his shaft more comfortably. She uses her other hand to cradle his balls. Harry throws his head back, making the prettiest sounds. He sounds desperate and needy, and it was making Penelope even stickier between her thighs.

“Pen, I don’t wanna come yet.” He gasps just as she was about to suck on one of his balls. He yanks her up by her bun. “Please, it felt so good, but I don’t wanna come yet.”

“Oh…can you not, uh, bounce back that fast?” She blinks at him. Her lips are so puffy and swollen, and she still has some spit on the corners of her mouth. Harry thinks she looks really cute.

“It’s not that.” He chuckles. “Delayed gratification is more satisfying.” He sits up and licks his lips. “What do you wanna do now?”

“I…what do you mean?”

“Do you wanna keep doing this? Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Oh! Yeah, I want you to fuck me now…please.”

“Alright, c’mere.”

Harry reaches for a condom out of his bedside table, and rolls it on. Penelope straddles him, and lines herself up to sink down onto him. She bites down on her bottom lip as she gets adjusted. Her nails dig crescents into Harry’s shoulders. Penelope rolls her hips forward to grind against Harry properly. His hips match hers, creating the perfect rhythm between them. He grabs her by the back of the neck, and pulls her forward to kiss him. She moans into his mouth when she feels his other hand on her clit, rubbing precise circles with his fingers. His lips move from her mouth to her collar bones, nipping and sucking at various spots. Penelope’s head falls back, and Harry takes the opportunity to suck on one of her breasts. Both of his hands move to grope and squeeze at her ass. She whimpers at him, missing the attention on her clit. She forgets all of her troubles when Harry thrusts up and hits a specific spot.

“Oh!” She gasps. “Oh, my god. Don’t stop, shit, don’t stop!”

“Yeah? Am I hitting it?” Harry smirks, helping her bounce on and off his cock harder.

“Yes, fuck.” Her nails scratch harshly at his shoulders and chest.

“Who fucks you better than I do, Baby?”

“No one.” She pants.

“Who’s the best you’ve ever had?”

“You are.” Her eyes are teary. “Please, can I come?”

Harry nods yes, and Penelope lets go. Her eyes roll into the back of her head. Harry sucks a bruise into her exposed neck. She tightens around him as she comes, pushing him over the edge, spilling into the condom. Penelope presses her lips to Harry’s, sharing a kiss that eases both of their heartbeats. Harry lifts Penelope off of him gently, and sets her down.

“You, um, you said you have your own bathroom?” She asks shyly.

“Yeah, it’s through that door.” He says as he throws the condom away.

“Awesome, um, I’ll just need a few minutes to clean up, and then you can drive me back if you want.”

Harry turns to look at her, now in a pair of boxer-briefs. He looks at the time on his digital clock and he sighs heavily.

“You can spend the night if you want.”

“No, it’s okay. I know…I know you don’t really want me to.” She grabs her clothes and quickly makes her way into his bathroom. She comes out a few minutes later, and Harry’s thrown on a sweatshirt and his grey joggers from before.

“You brought a bag with you, I figured you wanted to stay.” He shrugs, grabbing his keys.

“I didn’t realize you’d be driving. I wasn’t going to walk back by myself.”

“I wouldn’t have made you do that.” They both make their way out to his car, and he drives her back to her apartment. “Thanks for coming by tonight, it was fun.”

“Yeah, it was.” Penelope smiles. “Thanks for the ride.” She leans in, and they both smile into the kiss.

“Well, goodnight.”

“Night.” She gets out of his car, and notices that he doesn’t pull away until she’s inside.

//

Saturday night, Ryan gets invited to an ABC party at one of the fraternity houses. He used to fuck one of the guys when he was only a pledge. An ABC party means “Anything But Clothes”, so you have to be a little creative with what you put on. Ryan put some fun duct tape over a pair of boxers for himself, and helped Penelope with a towel dress.

“Are you sure this will stay up? I wanna be comfortable.” Penelope says to him.

“If you want, I could tape up a pair of spandex shorts for you.”

“I’m already wearing a pair under the towel. I’m just afraid it’ll unravel.”

“Oh! What if instead of a towel, you put on an apron? That could be sexy. I can help you tape up your boobs for support.”

“But the shorts wouldn’t be hidden.”

“No one’s going to police you for wearing a pair of spandex shorts.” Ryan rolls his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll wear an apron.”

Once they both feel comfortable in their outfits, they make their way to the frat house. Did they look a little silly? Sure, but they didn’t care. It was plenty dark out, and there were people wearing all sorts of things. They go up the steps of the house, and are let in. They say hello to a few people, then make their way to the kitchen for drinks. Penelope just sticks with hard cider since she knew they weren’t open prior. This frat wasn’t known for doing stupid shit, but Penelope wasn’t the type to let her guard down either.

The music is good, Ryan and Penelope dance where everyone else is. It’s a fun party, and they’re both glad they came. They both try not to drink too much too quickly because the bathrooms at any frat house are usually disgusting.

“Penelope, is that you?” A guy’s deep voice fills her ears. She turns to see an old friend, Kyle, standing behind her in a pair of shorts made out of a few different Bud Lite boxes.

“Hey!” She throws her arms around his neck, and hugs him loosely. “How was your summer?”

“Good, worked a lot. How about you?”

“Same here, worked a lot.” She shrugs a shoulder. “Nice shorts.” She smirks.

“Nice apron.” He smirks back, then squints at her neck. “You alright?” He brings his hand up to her throat and gently presses on the hickey she tried to cover up with his thumb.

“Huh? Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. Um, just got myself good with my flat iron.” She takes his hand away.

“That doesn’t look like a burn…damn, are you seeing someone?”

“No…well, I’m not, notseeing someone. Why?”

“I was just hoping you’d be single.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“I mean, I am, but-“

“Hey, Pen.” Harry comes over to them. Her eyes widen in shock. He’s wearing a pair of swim trunks, and that’s it, besides shoes.

“Hi! What are you doing here?”

“I was a member of this fraternity at my other school. I’m the graduate chapter member on the exec board.”

“That’s so cool!” She smiles. “So, you know Kyle?”

“Yeah, a little.” He throws his arm around Penelope’s shoulders and looks at Kyle. “Having fun?”

“Uh, yeah, how do you two know each other?”

“I’m the TA for one of her classes. We actually met over the summer by chance, so we’re friends too.” He gives her shoulder a squeeze.

“That’s great, uh, we were sort of talking before you came over.”

“Oh? ‘Bout what?”

“Harry, would you mind getting me another hard cider out of the fridge? I’m finished with this one.” She says to him.

“Sure.” He smiles, and leaves them.

“Sorry, what were we talking about?” Penelope says to Kyle. She remembered perfectly fine, but she wanted him to drop the topic. She didn’t want to fuck him. Why would she when Harry had the cock of her dreams?

“You know, I can’t remember either.” He chuckles nervously. “We should catch up soon, maybe grab a coffee?”

“I’d like that.”

Penelope makes her way to the kitchen where Harry is just getting her drink. She walks over to him, and takes the can out of his hand.

“Didn’t think I’d run into you at a frat party.” He says to her.

“Could say the same to you.” Penelope cracks open her cider, and takes a sip. She looks him up and down. “Cute bathing suit, but this is an ABC party.”

“A bathing suit isn’t clothing. It’s a whole other category. Your apron is cute, sexy even.” He loops an arm arm around her waist, and hoists her up to sit on the kitchen counter. “What do you have on underneath?”

“Not much, just my shorts.”

“You look really sexy.”

“So I’ve been told.” She smirks.

“By who, Kyle?” Harry rolls his eyes. “Was he trying to hit on you? I saw him touch your neck. That’s why I came over, normally I wouldn’t just interrupt someone while they’re talking to someone else.”

“He was.” She nods. “He’s been trying to get with me since sophomore year. We hooked up once, but I didn’t let him hit it again.”

“Why not?”

“He just didn’t do it for me.” She shrugs. “Plus, I’m pretty sure you mentioned something about if I didn’t want you to sleep with anyone else you wouldn’t, so I’m sure that same rule applies to me.”

“I did mention that, but we never finalized things. I’m happy to only sleep with each other, but I’m a needy guy. I might text you a lot.” He leans in, and starts kissing on her neck. She bites down on her bottom lip. “Might have to fuck you after class sometimes.” He licks over a spot before sucking on it. “Does that work for you.” He ghosts his lips over hers.

“Yes.” She swallows.

“Had you the last two nights, and it’s still not enough.” He presses his lips to hers, and she throws her arms around his neck. She opens her legs for him, and wraps them around his waist.

They aren’t the only people in the kitchen. There’s plenty going on around them, so it’s not like anyone is sparing them a second glance as they devour one another. He sucks on her bottom lip, then lets it go.

“We can’t do this here.” He says to her.

“Is there somewhere more private we can go?”

“I’m parked out back.”

“You drove here? What were you going to do later?”

“Drive? I wasn’t planning on getting belligerent.” He laughs. “I’m not an idiot.”

“I never said you were.” She mutters. “I’m not ready to leave the party yet. Can’t we stay a little longer and dance? Then we could-“

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s one thing down at the bar, but someone else from class could be out there, you know?” He grabs her hips and helps her off the counter. “Grab me when you’re done, then I’ll take you home.”

“Are you sure? We could still go out to your car for a little fun.”

“Yeah?” He reaches to tuck some hair behind her ear.

“Yeah.”

Harry nods, and takes her hand to lead her through the house, and out the back door. There’s a number of cars parked on the grass in the backyard. Harry pulls his key out from one of the inside pockets of his swimsuit, and unlocks his car. They both climb into the backseat, and Penelope kisses down his chest. She gets him out of his swim trunks and immediately puts her mouth on him.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” Harry groans, and pushes some hair out of Penelope’s face. “Wanted my cock in your mouth, huh?”

Penelope pops off him for a moment, spits onto his tip, then gets her mouth back onto him. She takes him down her throat as far as she can, and just holds him there. Her nose presses against his pelvis, and she moans around him. She pulls back and gets his head in the back of her cheek, and she starts to pump the rest of him.

“Feels so fucking good when you do that.” He throws his head back. “You’re gonna make me come.” Penelope pumps him faster while sucking on him harder. “Fuck, fuck!” He comes into her mouth, and she swallows every last drop. She sits back and watches his chest rise and fall. “God, you give good head.” He breathes and tucks himself back into his swimsuit. He sits up as well, and looks at her with hooded eyes. “So…you wanna go back inside?”

“No, I want you to take me home so you can fuck me.”

Harry grins, and they both make their way to front seats of his car. He keeps his hand on her thigh as he drives away. Penelope texts Ryan to let him know she’s safe, and that Harry is taking her home. When they get to her apartment, she has Harry wait in her room so she can un tape her boobs in privacy. She comes back into her room only wearing her apron. She comes over to the bed and situations herself onto his lap.

“Not to feed into a stereotype, but you look like a sexy housewife with this thing on.” Harry smirks.

“I do, don’t I?” She smirks back. “We could role-play if that’s something you’re into.”

“You get better by the second.” He pecks her lips, and slips a hand under the front of her apron to feel her cunt. “Aw, did I make you wet, Baby?”

“You make such pretty sounds when you come, I couldn’t help it.” She nips at his bottom lip. She gasps when she feels two of his fingers slide up inside her.

“Ride my fingers.” His thumb presses down on her clit. “Show me how bad you want it.”

Penelope whimpers, and does as Harry says. She rocks back and forth on his fingers. Harry’s thumb rubs circles into her clit. He wants to make her use him, but he can’t help himself.

“I wanna finger you from behind.” He tells her.

“Please.” Penelope gets off of him, and gets on all fours, still wearing the apron which is doing things to Harry that he can’t fully comprehend. “Would you…do you remember when we…um…”

“You want me to your ass out?” Harry says as he slips his fingers back inside her from behind.

“Yes.” She groans, arching her back more for him. “It felt really good that first time.”

“I know, you gushed all over my chest.” He bites into her ass cheek.

“Don’t make fun of me, I’m self-conscious about it.”

“Please, don’t be. It’s so fucking hot.” He licks over her hole. “Makes me feel like I’m doing something right, remember?”

Harry licks and sucks over her other hole while continuing to fuck her with his fingers from behind. Penelope clutches at her pillow, her knuckles turning white. She tightens around his fingers, and Harry groans into her. He pumps his fingers in and out, faster and harder, making Penelope gasp for air.

“Oh my god!” She pants. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re hitting it.” She grits her teeth and tries her best to stay quiet. She had no idea if Jessa and Naomi were home or not, and she also had neighbors to consider. She smooshes her face into her pillow, and cries out as she comes around his fingers. “Fuck.” She breathes as Harry pulls his fingers out of her. She turns onto her back and watches as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. Penelope works to take her apron off, leaving her fully exposed to him. “Please, do whatever you want to me.”

Harry chuckles as he moves to hover over her, smearing his lips onto hers. She wraps her limbs around him, needing him to be especially close to her right now. He nips and sucks at her bottom lip before letting it go.

“I’m afraid that’s all I’m good for tonight.” He sighs, and moves to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’ve got an early morning tomorrow. I’m meeting with my group for this stupid project for one of my grad classes, and then I have a fuck ton of homework to do.” He stands up from her bed and looks at her. Her chest is heaving, and her eyes are wide, but her brows are furrowed. “What?”

“You…you can’t just leave me like this, Harry.”

“Why not? I got off, and then so did you. What’s the problem?”

“The problem is…that wasn’t…” She grabs a blanket to cover herself as she collects her thoughts. “That was like a baby orgasm. I’m all revved up now, you can’t just leave.”

“Pen, I’m sorry, I wish I could stay longer, but I really can’t. I wasn’t even going to stay at that party long, it’s why I drove.” He leans down and kisses her forehead. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll be in one of these situations again real soon.” He winks, and leaves her sitting there, alone.

Penelope blinks a few times, in shock from what just happened. Was this part of his master plan? To leave her wanting more? She gets up, and goes down the hall to take a shower, she suddenly felt dirty, and not in a good way. Yes, she got hers, but she was expecting more. Had he just spoiled her the two nights prior? She scrubs her body angrily, and grumbles to herself as she gets back into bed. She left a perfectly fun party for a boy…a boy. Never had she ever done something like that just because of a boy. Who even was Harry if not just some guy? She could have stayed at the party, and told him he could have her another time. She won’t be making this mistake again.

//

Filled with utter embarrassment, Penelope uses Sunday as a recovery day, making sure to drink plenty of water. She decides to just get some homework done in the living room of her apartment. She doesn’t want to risk running into Harry at the library. Ryan brings her a wrap for lunch, and they both eat together. She tells him about the night prior, and asks for his opinion.

“Like, am I just being overly sensitive? One second he’s telling me that he can’t get enough of me, and the next he’s saying he’s had his fill and leaves. I felt…rejected.”

“I get where you’re coming from.” Ryan mulls over Penelope’s story. “It was nice of him to drive you back and do what he did.”

“Yeah, it was, but I feel like he only wanted to take me home so he could make sure no one else tried to fuck me. From the beginning, he mentioned he wouldn’t fuck anyone else, and we sort of agreed on that. Am I not trustworthy, or something?” She scoffs. “Maybe I should just end it with him before more red flags pop up. I’m not going to keep my vagina held hostage just because some guy wants to be possessive.”

“You’re, like, super worked up about this, huh?” Ryan frowns.

“I don’t know why. I feel like he made me come, and then he just split. Like…he didn’t wait to make sure I was alright.”

“Had he done that previously?” Penelope nods yes, and Ryan leans in to whisper. “Do you think you’re in a subspace?”

“No way.” She shakes her head. “It wasn’t like he…we didn’t…there was nothing done between us last night that would warrant that type of reaction from me. I’m never like this over a guy, I feel so stupid.”

“I think you should give him a piece of your mind, then. Go roll up on him.”

“I can’t, he said he was really busy today…I don’t want to show up and look insane. I’ll just ignore him in class tomorrow.”

“Ah, the passive approach. That never backfires.” Ryan says sarcastically, and Penelope shoots daggers at him. “All I know is that if he makes you this upset again, I’m kicking his ass.”

“I’d buy front row seats to that.” Penelope smiles. Ryan always had a way of making her feel better.

//

On Monday morning, Ryan and Penelope make their way to class. They stop for coffee first, of course, then go into the building where their course is being held. They take their seats, as well as the others that are filing in, and get settled. Penelope decided wear a V-neck crop top with a pair of compression cropped leggings. She plans to go for a long walk after class to get some steps in, but she also knows how good she looks in her athletic wear, and is using that to her advantage. She’s going to make Harry suffer today.

Professor Allen walks in with Harry, deep in a lively conversation. This is Professor Allen’s last week before going on her medical leave. A few stragglers come in and take their seats, then class gets started.

“Good morning! I hope you all had a nice weekend, and didn’t get into too much mischief.” Professor Allen greets the class, and gets the projector turned on. “We’re going to start discussing the various theorists we’ll be discussing, and the approaches we’ll be taking to analyze their work.”

“Oh, did you plan on participating from your hospital bed, Professor Allen? That’s so noble of you.” Harry jokes, and it makes everyone laugh, except for Penelope.

“I suppose I shouldn’t say we.” Professor Allen smiles. “Go on, Harry, take it away.”

Harry smiles, and takes roll for class, saying each name, and checks them off. He gets to Penelope, and looks up as she says, “Here.” He furrows his brows when he sees her looking off towards the window, then continues taking roll.

“Okay, today we’re going to dive into feminism theory, this is personally one of my favorites to discuss.” Harry clicks on the slide switcher, and starts the presentation. Penelope can’t help but scoff under her breath, which makes Ryan chuckle to himself. “As a refresher, feminist theory combines elements of other theoretical models such as psychoanalysis, Marxism, poststructuralism, and deconstruction to interrogate the role of gender in the writing, interpretation, and dissemination of literary texts.” He clicks the button for the next slide. “Can anyone name off a few theorists in this subject?”

A few people spout off names, such as: Betty Friedan, Julia Kristeva, Judith Butler, Elaine Showalter, Carol Gilligan, and Adrienne Rich. Harry smiles and nods, clicking the button for the next slide. He starts by talking about Betty Friedan, and what her theories were. A lot of this was refresher information for the group, but everyone was secretly happy for it because it had been a while since all of them dove deep into theory like this. Harry continues to go over some of the major theorists’ theories on feminism in literature. Before long, it’s 10:15, which means class is over, and Harry dismisses everyone. He smiles and says goodbye to many of the students, waiting for Penelope to come up to him. Or at least he was hoping she would, but she doesn’t even spare him a glance. She simply walks out with Ryan in her cute little outfit. Harry gathers his things, says goodbye to Professor Allen, then rushes out to catch up with her.

“Penelope!” He raises his voice slightly to get her attention. Both her and Ryan look back at Harry, roll their eyes, then keep walking. Harry’s mouth falls open, and he stands there, stunned.

Was it a little immature? Maybe, but Penelope felt casted aside like an object, and she didn’t like feeling that way at all.

//

Harry tries to get some work done once he’s through with his own classes, but he’s too distracted. Penelope hadn’t answered the two texts he had sent, and what’s worse is that she left him on read. Her read receipts hadn’t been on for him before, but now they are. She wanted him to know she was ignoring him. He couldn’t figure out why exactly. He didn’t think he did anything wrong. He made sure to make her feel good on Saturday night. And he told her upfront that he’s not the type to call the next day. So what the fuck was her problem?

He wanted to just go over to her place, and bang on her door until she answered, but that’s probably what she wanted, and he wasn’t going to feed into whatever game this is. If something is bothering her, then she should just tell him. For the life of him, he can’t figure out what he did that pissed her off enough to ignore him. He texts her again.

Harry: hey, can you just tell me what I did? I don’t wanna play games with you

He thinks he’s worn her down when he sees the three little dots come up to signal that she’s typing. They leave and come back several times until all he’s left with from her is the read receipt. He sighs heavily, and tosses his phone elsewhere. Maybe it was too soon to start up a regular thing like this with someone. What could he have done to hurt her so badly? They don’t know each other that well, there’s no way she could have caught feelings just after a few nights of fucking…could she?

//

Wednesday morning was no different. Penelope was dressed a little less casually, but she still made sure to look extra cute. Harry’s lecture was about another literary theory, and the major theorists within it. Penelope takes her notes, genuinely interested in the content. It annoys her that Harry is just a naturally good lecturer. She could never teach, she’s just not charismatic enough, and she knows that about herself. If Professor Allen had been lecturing, the whole class would have been asleep, but Harry just has a way about him. The content excites him, and he’s able to crack jokes. Penelope didn’t laugh at a single thing he said, though. Every time he said something remotely funny, he looked at her and saw her mouth stay in a straight line. At the end of class, Harry announces he has cupcakes as a surprise for Professor Allen’s last class before her leave.

The class comes up to grab a cupcake. Some mingle with Professor Allen, and some leave after grabbing their treat. This is Harry’s chance. He watches as Penelope picks out her cupcake, and speaks up.

“Penelope, could you come to my office, please?” He asks her as professionally as he can.

“For what purpose?” She asks innocently, licking some of the frosting off of her cupcake. “It’s not like we’ve had anything due. I don’t think I’d feel comfortable meeting with you alone without a valid reason.”

“We need to talk.”

“I don’t think so.” She smirks, and licks some more frosting off. “These are good, where’d you get them?”

“Market Basket.” He mutters.

“Hm, good to know their bakery isn’t shit.” She pops the cake portion into her mouth, and chews thoughtfully before swallowing. “Have a good weekend.”

Harry grabs his things, and follows her out of the classroom. Ryan had already left, so Penelope didn’t have him for backup. She knows he’s following her, so she walks a little faster out of the building. He ends up catching up with her, and pulls her aside to speak under one of the trees outside of the academic building.

“What?!” She shouts. “What do you want from me?”

“I wanna know what I did to piss you off. Purposefully leaving me on read? Being dismissive in class? You’re being awfully immature.”

“If I’m so immature then why bother with me?” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“Look, I obviously don’t know what I did, so can you just explain it to me so I don’t do it again?”

“You act like I’m going to fuck you again.” She laughs.

“Are you not going to?” He steps a little closer to her, hushing his tone. His features are softer now, and Penelope can see that he really doesn’t get it. She sighs, and closes her eyes for a moment before looking back up at him.

“You…you made me feel like an object on Saturday night.”

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows raise. “How…how did I do that?”

“You find me at a party that I was having a perfectly good time at, basically tell another guy to stop talking to me, make out with me in the kitchen, take me to your car so I can blow you, which I was more than happy to do, and then you take me home. I’m sitting there thinking we’re really going to get it on, and all you do is finger me, and then tell me you can’t stay a little longer? I was obviously in a needy state, and you just…you just left, Harry.” Her eyes start to water a bit. “I don’t know why I got so worked up over it, but I did, and I just felt like I was this thing you could use whenever you wanted, like you own me. And I…I needed you to stay longer.” Her bottom lip trembles into a pout.

“I…Jesus, Penelope, I’m so sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I thought since I made you feel good you’d be fine with not…doing more that night. I never meant to make you feel like an object of mine.”

“I know it wasn’t intentional, but it still hurt my feelings. I could have stayed at the party and had a good time with my friends, but I chose to leave with you, and for what? So you could finger me and eat out my ass? And you didn’t even seem grateful for it. You were going to town on me, and didn’t even…I just felt really used.” She looks down at her sandals, her cheeks growing warm with embarrassment. “I’m okay not doing sleepovers, I don’t need that from you, but if we do some less than conventional acts…I need you to stay a little longer.”

“Look at me.” He gently grips her chin, and tilts her face up. His hand moves to cradle her cheek. “Before me…had no one ever…like, eaten you out like that?” She shakes her head no. “Had you done any sort of bum stuff?” She shakes her head no again, and he sighs. “I’m sorry…I didn’t think you’d need extra comfort because you didn’t after you squir-“

“Shh!” She puts her hand over his mouth. “Not an outdoor word, you got it?” Harry nods yes and she lets him go. “I know you’re not a mind reader, but I thought it was clear that I was upset when you said you were leaving so soon.”

“I guess I just didn’t pick up on it.” He frowns. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t want to come off as needy, or make you think I wanted you to stay for a different reason.”

“I think…I think you and I need to have a conversation about aftercare.” He says quietly. “I would never intentionally send you into a space and leave you there if I knew…if I knew it would put you there, and then just leave.”

“I don’t think I knew it was going to send me into that space, and I guess I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“Do you still feel like you’re there?” He caresses her cheek again, and she leans into it.

“Not anymore, no. I…I’m sorry for how I handled this.”

“Don’t apologize, I was the asshole. Just…next time if I do something that pisses you off, can you just tell me? I don’t want to play guessing games.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” She swallows. “Um, I need to get going to my next class.”

“Okay.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Can I see you tonight?”

“I’m busy tonight, and I have an early class tomorrow. Are you working at the bar tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, I’m doing the early shift though, so I can come meet up with you after if you want.”

“I’ll let you know where I’m at. I’m not sure what the plan for the weekend is just yet.”

“Sounds good.” He smiles softly. “Well, have a good class.”

“Thanks.” She returns his smile, and walks away. Harry sighs with relief.

He realizes now he needs to go do some personal research on how to take care of someone after having different types of sex. Well, he has to go to one of his grad classes first, and then he’ll go do some research.

//

“Three, two, one – shots!”

Jessa, Naomi, Ryan, and Penelope pregame together by doing tequila shooters. The four end up taking an Uber to a club about twenty minutes away for ladies night. A lot of the college kids come to this place, it’s a pretty popular spot. There’s drinking, dancing, and even a smoking area. Ladies drink for free on ladies night, so since Ryan shows up with three women, they get in easily.

The four dance and drink for a while, having a fun time just letting loose. The second week of classes brought a reality check for many students. Many professors didn’t hold back with their lectures and assignments once the semester really got rolling. This is why the students found different ways to let off steam once their weekends started. Some had kickbacks and played video games, some went bowling, some stayed in and FaceTimed their long distance besties, and others partied.

Penelope enjoyed letting loose by dancing every once in a while, and doing it for free on a Thursday didn’t sound bad at all. Something about getting dressed up and drunk was very appealing. The club was also off campus enough that if Harry were to meet up with Penelope, no one would be suspicious or care. So, about two hours into being there, she texted Harry to come join the fun, and he agreed.

“Hey!” He smiles when he locks eyes with her.

“Hi! Let me get you a drink! Mine are free.” Penelope smiles, and goes up to the bar to get Harry a drink. She returns and hands it to him.

“Thanks.” He smiles and takes a sip. She grabs one of his hands, twirls around, and presses her bum to his pelvis. “Eager.” He smirks, and kisses her cheek. “You look so fucking sexy tonight.” He moves along with her to the beat of the music.

“I know.” She looks up at him with a coy look on her face. “I always do.”

“Especially in class. You don’t make it easy for me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

After a few songs, the two find a booth to sit in, and drink some water. Penelope giggles at Harry’s stories from the bar. Eventually, she tugs on his shirt to have him kiss her. Their mouths were starved for one another.

There they were, having a sloppy make out session in a booth of a popular club. Harry kisses on Penelope’s neck, sucking a bruise into it. She clings to him, biting down on her bottom lip to help suppress any noise. She didn’t want to be too obvious. He pops off her, and slots his mouth back onto hers. Their tongues meet, and things get a little sloppier. Their chins get wet with spit, but neither of them care.

“Fuck, I’m so hard.” He presses his forehead to hers. She takes one of her hands and feels up his crotch.

“Yeah, you are.” She palms him a bit, and he whimpers.

“Don’t tease.”

“I’m not trying to.” She bites her bottom lip. “Do you “Order us an Uber, I’m ready to go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, my feet hurt anyways. Can we go to mine?”

“Sure.” He smiles, and opens his phone to the app.

Penelope lets her friends know she’s leaving with Harry before going outside with him to go wait for the car. It pulls up, and they get into the backseat. Penelope cups his jaw and kisses him. Harry wasn’t usually one to make out in the backseat of a car like this, but he admittedly missed Penelope. He didn’t like knowing what it felt like to be iced out by her. So, he kisses her back, not giving a fuck about the driver. They weren’t being vulgar, or anything, which was nice of them. The twenty minutes in the car flew by, and then they were off to Penelope’s bedroom. She sends her friends a quick text that she was home safe with Harry before pulling him back in for another kiss. Harry kicks her door closed, and guides her over to the bed. They fall on top of it and giggle.

“Tell me how you want it, Penelope.” He says into her ear, causing goosebumps to pimple on her skin. One of his hands starts to knead her breast over the top of her dress.

“I…I…don’t want to make any decisions.” Harry moves to look at her. “I want you to just…I want you to decide everything, and I’ll tell you if I like it or not. It was such a long week, I just want to clear my head.”

“I think I can help with that.” Harry grins, and pecks her lips.

He hikes the skirt of her dress up, and grips her thong to pulls down her legs. They both work to get themselves naked before coming back to one another. Harry buries his head between Penelope’s breasts, kissing on both of them and tweaking her nipples. Soft gasps escape her lips as her nails scratch down his back. Harry kisses his way down her torso, nips at the plushier parts of her belly, then gets his head between her legs.

“Wait! Uh, you don’t have to do that. I was dancing for a while…”

“Oh, Baby, relax.” Harry says, furrowing his eyebrows. “Do you not want me to?”

“No, I do…I just didn’t want you to think you had to.”

Harry looks at her as he licks up over her slit. He continues his eye contact with each long stroke of his tongue over her. He suckles on her clit, letting spit dribble down to her cunt. His middle finger slowly slides inside of her, and Penelope groans. His tongue and mouth stay on her clit while his finger pets against her front wall, continuing to look at her. Penelope’s back arches off the bed as she comes undone. Harry sucks his finger into his mouth, and moves to hover over her.

“Condom?” He asks her, and she blindly reaches into her bedside table for one, handing it to him. Harry rolls it on, and lines himself up. “You sure?”

“Mhm, yeah, please put it in.” She nearly begs him.

Harry pushes inside of her, and buries his face into her neck. She’s just as tight and warm as ever. He rocks in and out of her slowly, getting a rhythm going without getting too excited. She deserves a long session tonight. Her nails dig into the meat of his ass to pull him closer to her. She rolls her hips upwards to meet his thrusts, giving her clit the attention it desperately needs.

“Well, aren’t you greedy?” He smirks.

“Shut up.” She grits her teeth. “Just don’t stop doing what you’re doing.”

“Thought I was in charge?” He pouts, mocking her.

“You…you are.”

“Then shouldn’t you ask if you can do something before you do it?”

“No, you should just let me do what I wanna do, and let me use your cock as my own personal plaything!” She shouts, feeling her orgasm start to build up. Harry’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t stop thrusting. In fact, he bears down harder, and gives her what she needs. “Oh, fuck, just like that!” She grinds herself up against him and gasps as she comes around his cock. Harry rolls them both over quickly so she can be on top. He crosses his arms beneath his head and lays there under her. “What are you doing?”

“You said you wanted to use me, so use me.” He smirks. “I’ll just be right here enjoying the show.”

“You’re not going to move?”

“Nope, don’t see why I should when it’s you who knows best. Get off as many times as you want, Baby.”

“You’re punishing me.” She frowns, but starts rocking back and forth on him.

“Actually, I’m giving you exactly what you said you wanted, so be grateful.” Penelope rolls her eyes, but before she can do anything else, Harry reaches for her and squeezes her cheeks with his thumb and fingers. “Do that again, and then I’ll have to really punish you.”

“You don’t have the guts to punish me.” She laughs. Harry goes to make a smart remark but he stops himself, and instead sits up. He’s still inside of Penelope, but she stops her movements. “What is it?”

“We need to pause for a second, this is getting…we need to talk about all of this. Like, if we get into more of this explicit shit then we need a safe word, and I need to know what your limits are.” He tucks some loos strands of hair behind her ear. “Does that make sense?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “I’ve never really been like this with someone before. I never let Luke…I’ve never let anyone touch or talk to me the way you do.”

“That makes me feel really good.” Harry smiles fondly, and gives her hips a squeeze. “You can pick the safe word if you want. What’s something easy that you’ll be able to remember?”

“Um…I don’t know.” She squeezes around him. “Can we finish first, and then talk about all of this? We can keep it tame for now, I promise.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

He kisses her, and thrusts up inside her. Penelope moans into Harry’s mouth, and starts getting a rhythm going that allows her to bounce on and off his cock. He snakes a hand in between them so he can rub at her clit. She kisses on his neck, biting and sucking where she pleases, until they’re both coming and gasping for air. The two get cleaned up, and lounge on Penelope’s bed. Harry’s in his boxers, and Penelope is wearing an oversized tee shirt, her favorite thing to sleep in.

“So…you’d be into doing things to me?” She looks up at him, biting her bottom lip.

“Sure, I think it’s been clear from the beginning that I’m down for almost anything. What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know.” She sighs. “This is so new to me, I’m used to just kind of…going with the flow. You’ve turned me into this whiny brat, I’m never like that in bed.”

“And you’re too cute for your own good.” He pinches at her side and she giggles. “Do you want to be spanked?”

“Maybe? But not in a…like, if you’re doing me from behind, spank me until my ass is red, but I don’t want to be bent over your knee, you know?”

“So…you calling me daddy…?”

“Harry, you’re like two years older than me, you are so not daddy.” Penelope laughs.

“A man can dream.” He sighs, pulling her closer into his side. “If we’re going to get into some of the heavier things, then I think we should spend the night once in a while. I can’t leave you if you haven’t fully come back, you know?”

“I’d be okay with that. Just…every once in a while, though, not all the time.”

“What else do you wanna try?”

“Um, I might be open to more butt stuff. What you’ve done so far has felt good.”

“Are you serious? Because I know a great sex shop that sells all different types of butt plugs, and they’re great.”

“Oh?” She laughs from excitement. “Have you used any on yourself before?”

“Well…yeah.” He blushes slightly. “Luke wasn’t the first guy I’ve fooled around with. We could each wear a plug, it’d be so sexy if you fucked me with a strap-on some time.”

“You’d…you’d be into me doing that?”

“I’ve done it before, it feels insanely good when it’s done right.”

“Harry…do you think this is too much for two people who are just fucking?”

“Are you saying you want more from me? Because I really don’t have time to be anyone’s boyfriend right now. I’m sure you’d be a great girlfriend-“

“No, shut up, that’s not what I was getting at.” She shakes her head. “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page about what this is.”

“We’re friends with benefits.”

“Yes, exactly.” She sighs, and nestles in closer to him. “Would you…could this be one of the nights you sleep over? I…I think I need to cuddle with you for a bit.”

“I’d be happy to.”

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Devil's Snare 🔞

2,930 words, explicit, smut, MDNI - Read here on AO3 or below the break. Happy Saturday! ❤️🔞

Tags: bondage, unprotected piv, praise kink, dominis, porn with feelings, plot what plot, consent, idiots in love, love confessions, finally they fuck, sexual tension, biting, slight choking, aged-up characters, devil's snare is totally a wingman in this, slight alterations to canon, just suspend your disbelief a little it's smut okay, one-shot

Summary: Ominis and Blaire return to Hogwarts eight years after graduation. She tells him about the rumoured Hidden Herbology Corridor, and maybe it's the nostalgia, maybe it's the tension that's built between them for ten years, maybe it's just magic, but they decide to find and explore it. Blaire, too distracted by the tension hanging in the air, finds herself trapped against the wall by the vines of Devil's Snare. What will happen next?

“Did I ever tell you about the time Duncan Hobhouse asked me to gather a Venomous Tentacula leaf?” Blaire giggles at the memory. Her long-time friend Ominis shakes his head, his brow creasing. Leaves rain on them from above in brilliant reds and oranges, drifting along the ground as a breeze kicks up. They’re sitting on a bench in front of the castle that was once their home, so many years ago. It feels nostalgic to be back, a little exciting, a little bittersweet. 

“Why on earth did he want you to do that?” He rests his elbows on his knees, tilts his head in her direction. They meet at least a few times per week, have for years, but somehow Blaire’s never told him this story. He’s always happy to hear her stories, though. When Blaire transferred to Hogwarts, she accomplished more in a single year than most students did in all seven and she never runs out of anecdotes.

And somehow she’d captured his attention then, involving him in all her wild adventures and exploration. He fell in love with her along the way, but never had the guts to confess his feelings. He loves her still, after all these years, but he doesn’t dare tell her. 

Their friendship is far too precious for them, especially after their best friend Sebastian Sallow disappeared. They hear word of him occasionally. Never from him, but from others. He’s a curse breaker, somewhere exotic. Ominis and Blaire think the guilt of what he did at the end of their fifth year was too much. Think it drove him across the world, eager to escape it all, even the people who supported him in the aftermath. 

It hurt, losing their best friend with no warning. But it brought them closer, too. They both interned at St Mungos, worked their way up and became respected Healers - Blaire, known for her skill with magical maladies and cure research, and Ominis known for his skill in healing injuries and diagnostics despite his blindness. 

Now, just after their twenty-fifth birthdays, they live comfortable lives in London. There will always be a hole where Sebastian vanished, and Ominis thinks he’ll always yearn for Blaire in ways he’ll never feel brave enough to admit, but they treasure their weird little friendship. The trip to Hogwarts transports them back to their late teenage years and the intense emotions that marked their lives then. It’s poignant, reconnecting with the ghosts of their pasts.

Ominis doesn’t know it, doesn’t dare to think it possible, but Blaire’s just as hopelessly in love with him as he is with her, and just as afraid of destroying their bond. He can’t see the way she gazes at him with longing, the way she bites her lip when his forearms flex, or when he stretches after a long shift. He just knows she’s never far, and that brings him more comfort than he could have ever hoped for. Sure, they’ve had flings with others, but nothing that ever lasted long. They’d never said as much, but no one ever measured up.

Blaire giggles again. “Well, remember how everyone used to call him ‘Puffskein Dunkein’? I’m pretty sure you were one of the main perpetrators of that ” Ominis can hear the smile in her voice. She always sounds so lovely when she smiles. He hears her long hair blowing back in the breeze, feels an urge to wrap her scarf more snugly around her.

“I remember,” he says, a grin of his own forming. Something about the nostalgia and crisp fall air is stoking a giddy, electric energy between them. “And I certainly called him that often. Little prat deserved it.” 

“Right! Well, he wanted me to go somewhere he called the ‘Hidden Herbology Corridor’ to collect a leaf, so people would think he was brave.” Blaire leans back against the bench, tilts her head to rest on Ominis’ shoulder. Little affectionate gestures like this have been their norm since seventh year. Little dangerous dances. “I told him he’d be better off learning how to be braver, instead of paying off students to fix his reputation.” 

Ominis laughs. “Always knew I liked you for a reason.” He freezes. Neither of them speak, and they decide to pretend it didn’t happen. That’s how it always is with them. Something in their thin veneer slips and they both assume it was a one-off, an accident. They always assume there’s no way it could mean what they hoped it meant.  

But something about the clear fall air, the echoes of their teenage selves…Blaire feels daring, like she wants to take some chances. “I never ended up checking it out, but…we could, if you wanted?” 

He raises his eyebrows. “Is your return to Hogwarts making you want to relive your glory days?” 

She shrugs. “Why not? I mean, for all we know, it doesn’t even exist.” 

Ominis is cottoning on to the buzz in the air. “Sure, why not? You’ll have to lead the way, of course.” He holds out an arm. She tucks it against her side, relishing his closeness. Her skirt flutters in the breeze as they set off.

They wander through the grounds, navigating based on Blaire’s memory alone and encounter a thick wall of ivy. Blaire squints at it. Its placement is odd, like it’s hiding something. “Hey Ominis, I’m going to make some fire, okay?”

He backs up. Ominis is more than used to her proclivity for fire magic, a gift imparted on her by Sebastian. He feels a gust of warmth and hears the crackle of burning plants, followed by Blaire’s triumphant cry. 

“I think I found it! You ready for an adventure?” Her voice quivers just a little, and she latches back onto his arm. 

“After you,” he says. “Do be careful. I’m off the clock and I’d rather not have to treat you if you injure yourself.” His tone is teasing. He’s treated every injury of hers he’s known of over the years, and she’s done the same for them. It’s just what they do, without question. 

The burnt ivy scratches at them as they pass through and arrive at a large, ornate door, wooden with iron embellishments. Blaire pushes it open with some effort and the scent of greenery mixed with mustiness washes over them. It’s dim, the only light coming from the occasional hole in the ceiling, metres above them. The space is cavernous. No one seems to have visited in years. 

Blaire tucks herself closer to Ominis, relishing his body heat in the cold, draughty corridor. She shivers, from fear, from cold, from something else entirely. Neither of them admit it, but traipsing down a mysterious corridor together only heightens the strange tension buzzing between them. Nostalgia is a powerful drug. 

“Think there’s anything valuable here?” Blaire breaks the heavy silence. 

“What, first you want an adventure and now you fancy a bit of treasure hunting? You covert little thief. What am I going to do with you, Blaire?” His voice is lower than usual, a little husky. He doesn’t quite know what’s come over him. Maybe it’s the nostalgia, maybe it’s the creepy corridor filled with danger, but he’s feeling more forward than usual. Something intoxicating sings through his blood. 

Blaire shifts away from him, his tone sending a shiver through her core. Uh oh . She hadn’t expected this sort of tension, but they don’t have many opportunities to be alone, either. Their meetings always occur in public, like they both know they’d fall together if others weren’t around to keep them in check. Gotta distract myself , she thinks, and creeps further into the corridor. 

Despite her best efforts, her mind wanders to dangerous places, and in her haze, she doesn’t notice the mass of black vines to her left. Doesn’t notice until one loops around her wrist, pulls her back against the wall. 

“Ah-!” Blaire gasps as more vines appear and snake around her ankles and calves. She struggles, but the vines grip even tighter. Devil’s Snare , she remembers. She isn’t sure if the feeling in her gut is dread or arousal.

“Blaire?! What’s happening? Are you all right?” Ominis’ wand waves red trails through the air as he tries to locate her. 

Blaire’s heartbeat thumps under her flimsy blouse. The vines have wrapped around both wrists and ankles, up to her calves. She’s trapped against the wall. She knows if she struggles, she’ll just become more helpless. The thought sends heat pooling between her thighs, has her thinking maybe she wants to struggle. 

She whimpers. “I’m, uh…a little tied up?” The vines have her in a very compromised position. They’ve spread her arms at her sides, forced her ankles wide apart. Her back arches, pulls the thin material of her button-up blouse taut against her chest. 

Ominis draws near, but trips over a vine, drops his wand. “Fuck,” he mutters. He reaches out with his hands, follows Blaire’s whimpers. He tries to ignore how tight his pants have become. The sounds she’s making are utterly sinful and he’s never wanted her more, but he needs to help her. Focus , he chides himself. 

Her whines grow closer, bordering on moans. Ominis can’t stop thinking how positively filthy it sounds. She must be terrified, and yet he’s thinking with his cock. You’re despicable, he tells himself. Finally, his hands make contact with Blaire. He feels the silk of her shirt, gasps as his fingers ghost over the curve of her waist. He apologises, but her breathing only becomes more shallow, more desperate as he pulls away. 

“....Blaire?” 

She whines. “Ominis? Please don’t stop touching me.” Her entire body is on fire, her nerves screaming with want. “The vines have me immobilised. Um…I want…” She can’t say it, not after ten years of friendship. She moans, begging him in her mind to sense her desire, her face scarlet. 

Ominis’ breathing is ragged. Sure, he’s imagined himself with her countless times. Regularly. She’s his favourite fantasy. He’s stroked his cock, rutted into his hand thinking of her soft fragrant hair, her smooth skin, her curves for years, various erotic daydreams centred around her playing through his mind. But he never imagined anything like this.

His head is foggy. Too foggy. He can’t think straight, can only think of pressing his mouth to her neck, drawing out more of those pretty little moans… fuck . “Blaire,” he gasps. “I…I’m having some trouble focusing.” His hand lingers on her waist, then moves on its own, trailing up her side, skirting around the curve of her breasts, settling around her neck with utmost care…Merlin, he’s never wanted anything more in his life. 

And now she’s here, tied up like a present for him. 

Blaire can’t take it anymore. She needs him, needs his touch. “Please, Ominis. I…I’m begging you to touch me. I want you.” Her voice is almost a whisper.

Something snaps in his mind at those words, that desperate tone. His proper façade wears thin. She wants him? Finds herself tangled up in some vines and now she’s eager to give herself up? Who is he to deny her? His grip around her neck tightens.

He pats his other hand up her body, following the curve at her waist, sliding up to her cheek. “You want this, Blaire? Trapped by Devil’s Snare and you want me to touch you? Do you want me to fuck you? Goodness, I never knew you were so filthy.” He’s a centimetre away from her face, their breath mixing together. 

She cries out, arching toward him, desperate for contact. “Please ,” she begs, the word drawn out like a desperate prayer.

Ominis crashes his lips into hers. His kiss is needy, desperate. It’s over 8 years of pent up desire. She moans against him, her mouth open, and he slips his tongue against hers, moves his hand down to knead her breasts. This won’t do, he thinks. He deftly undoes each button, pulls the material aside. A delicate lacy brassiere separates her from him and he cannot stand it. He reaches around and yanks at the clasp till it falls apart, pulls the brassiere up and over her, tucking it behind her head. 

Blaire writhes, the vines tighten more and she gasps in ecstasy.  

“You’re such a filthy girl,” he murmurs against her ear. “On display for me, and you love it…” He fondles her breasts, rolls her nipples between his long fingers, nipping at her neck. His mouth leaves a trail of marks, leading down and over her chest, finally capturing a nipple in his mouth. He bites down, none of his usual gentleness present and she keens, her voice echoing off the walls of the corridor. 

Ominis yanks her skirt down and rips her panties off, discarding them for a future explorer to find. “I’m going to ask you one last time, Blaire. Do you want this?” His hand brushes against her pussy, marvelling at its slickness and heat. 

She answers by arching herself against his fingers, coating them, desperately searching for friction. 

Ominis moans, a deep, guttural sound. That was the point of no return. He slips his coated fingers into her mouth and she sucks on them as if it’s the loveliest thing in the world. Anything to please him, anything to have more. “My good girl,” he moans. “You’re so fucking lovely.” He undoes his belt and pulls down his pants and underclothes. His cock springs free and he wastes no time grinding it against her slick pussy. It isn’t long until he’s coated in her, the very thought obliterating any remaining hesitation.  

She whines, the friction driving her mad. “Please Ominis, I’m begging you, please, I need you inside me, please make me yours. I can’t take it any longer.” She grinds against his cock, and the vines pull her in tighter, slithering and coiling up from her wrists to her shoulders. She whines in frustration, in need.

He nips at her neck again, his bites turning sharp. “Such a desperate, eager girl…” He grinds his cock against her entrance slowly, torturously. She can’t move at all now, her upper half held flush against the wall, her lower half angled toward him like an invitation, her legs spread just for him. 

He lines his tip up against her entrance; the heat radiating from her drawing stuttering gasps from his lips. He pauses, dragging his tongue along the shell of her ear. “Want to know something?” he asks. 

She cries out. “Anything,” she begs. 

He sinks into her in one fluid motion, whispers into her ear. “You’re mine.” His voice is commanding yet sweet, and she moans as he fills her completely. 

The vines creep up her thighs, spreading her legs further apart as he moves inside her. His thrusts are deep and rough, rutting against her. Her oversensitive clit throbs at the new friction with every thrust as he holds nothing back. He fucks her like he wants to drive her into the wall, like this might be the only chance he gets.

“Oh Blaire, I’ve wanted to make you mine for so long. You’re so fucking tight, so good at taking my cock, sweetheart. Merlin, you feel perfect, such a good girl, my good girl.” He groans a stream of praise into her ear as he fucks her harder, each of them careening toward release. 

She’s lost in utter ecstasy, her mind fuzzy and drunk. There’s nothing but his cock driving into her and the vines pulling against her. She stutters out moans as each thrust rubs against her clit, driving her maddeningly close. 

She moans his name as her pussy throbs around him, whispers how much she wants him, how perfect he feels, how wonderful he is.

He feels her walls clench, hard, and bites down on her shoulder as he empties himself inside her. Their moans tangle and combine, gasping through their peaks and coming down as one. They pant together, and he kisses her face as they float back to reality.

“My wand,” Blaire whispers. “In my skirt pocket.” 

Ominis leans down, fishes it out. He murmurs “lumos” and “accio wand" and the vines release her, sending her forward into his arms, and his own wand back into his hand. He holds her gently, reverently, kissing every bite mark he left. 

She holds onto him, fearing if they break apart it’ll all end. 

“Ominis-”

“I love you,” he interrupts. “I have for years.” 

She pants against his chest, still catching her breath. “And so have I.” They laugh together in disbelief and awe. 

He dresses her slowly, peppering her with kisses along the way. Little I love yous, marked into her skin. When they exit the corridor, the bright sun sears Blaire’s eyes. Brilliantly coloured leaves dance around them in the breeze, and it seems to whisper its approval. 

“Ominis…do you think we were meant to come here?” 

He laughs. “In which way?”

She flushes, at a loss for words, and he takes pity on her. “Yes, I do. I’ve loved you for years and I’d like to keep loving you for years to come. Where else would we discover that?” A thought flashes through his mind: if he ever sees Duncan Hobhouse, he’ll have to thank him for giving them the courage to finally stop dancing around each other. He whispers this to Blaire, and the irony makes them laugh as they walk down the leaf-lined path, hand in hand. 

#hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #ominis gaunt x mc #hogwarts legacy smut #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt smut #hogwarts legacy

[tarotbydelilah444]

💭❤️‍🔥Their Late Night Thoughts About You 🔞

A quick disclaimer before your proceed to picking a pile. This is my first official 18+ reading, so keep it cute in the comments. If you are not mature to handle the contents of this reading, I strongly suggest to pick another pac reading on my page. Read at your own discretion. I hope you enjoy the reading and I am sending you love and light 🤍✨ - Delilah

P. S. - the photos are from the movie “ He Got Game”. Check it out it’s a good movie and one of my favorites!

pile one | 8 of cups • 10 of cups • ace of pentacles

Some of you could be in separation with your person right now, this could be a mutual breakup, or you two could be separated by long distance, but it will likely be because you two decided to take a break. At night, this person thinks about the day/moment you left them a lot, especially at night. You two may have had sex one last time  before you parted ways. This person also dreams about fucking you in the dreamscape, and it feels like they are touching heaven. They think about all the times you made them cum, or they made you cum. This person loves when you stroke their d*ck and how you let them hit it from the back. They really like how your ass looks and they consider your yoni a prize. They may have wanted to get you pregnant the last time, you two had sex to prevent you from leaving them behind. They also love how you talk dirty to them, or they miss the sound of your moans when you two were intimate. If this was a friends with benefits dynamic, this person could have had a crush on you or they developed feelings once you two became intimate, but they never confess their true feelings or they lied about their feelings for you. This person could also be jealous of anyone that you may be intimate with or in a relationship with at this time. They miss you dearly and they want you and them to get back together and build a future together or start a stable relationship with you.

channeled message: 444, “I need space from this connection”, Aquarius, Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn, Pisces, Cancer, or Scorpio, February, crown chakra, spiritual, “I have a crush on you”, “ I love you,” hater alert, deception/lies “i miss you,” telepathic sex, “ i sleep good when your with me,” good head, wet dreams, “I always miss you when you leave me”

pile 2 | the judgement • knight of wands • the wheel of fortune

Your person thinks about reconciling with you or apologizing for whatever they did to you. This connection may have been a fling/sneaky link/hookup. They definitely miss the sexual chemistry that you both had and they can’t find it with no one else besides you. This person masturbates to all the times you both were intimate. They play back every moment over and over again for a brief moment of gratification. The sex that you had with this person was eye opening & changed their life. You may have been more experienced than this person, but they liked it because they felt like they could learn a lot from you when it comes to sex and how to please you in bed. They loved how unpredictable and adventurous you were in bed. They loved how experimental you were and that you were down to do wild and exciting things in the bedroom. Never boring which kept them wanting and begging for more. This person finds you and your body to be sexy, and they think about how good in bed you are. They also enjoyed how you refused to be tied down afterwards, maybe this person prefers to cuddle or likes aftercare, but you like to just hit and leave them behind, which is why this person keeps running back for more. They may also like when you get drunk or they would like to see how freaky and nasty you get when you are drunk. This person may or would like to see you pleasure yourself in front of them while they watch or they would be down seeing you have sex with someone else while they watch. They could watch a lot of porn and envision your face while they watch. They may love slapping your ass or hitting it from the back. This person may also like that you can last for rounds and never get tired. They may feel like it is hard to satisfy you because you are always looking for something different in the bedroom, so they never know if they are satisfying you or not. Overall, this person wants to come back into your life whether this is to continue this arrangement or as a relationship because the sex that they had with you was mind blowing and seriously life changing.  channeled messages |“I’m not over my ex”, “I can’t forget about you,”, “I’m hooked on you,” they like your legs, foot fetish, Netflix and chill, “I want a second chance,” Scorpio, Capricorn, Taurus, Virgo, or Sagittarius, new house/apartment, moving on, lingerie and robe, cuddle time, manifestations on the way, soul snatching sex, “my soul has left my body” healing sex, and slow and sensual, younger than you/ inexperienced, let’s fuck, one last time, “you got that good good”

pile 3 | the hierophant • high priestess • king of wands

Your person may daydream or dream a lot about having sex with you or the sex that you both had/will have. They feel like the sex with you is/will be heavenly. For some, you and your person may have not had sex yet or you guys did little things when it came to sex. They fantasize a lot about how the sexual experience will go and what they would like to do to you in the bedroom. You or this person may be religious or celibate, so you or them may wait till marriage to have sex. This person likes the fact that you are a virgin or celibate because they intend to be your first and your last. They love that you are very choosy when it comes to sex or your views on sex in general (they love and respect you that you aren’t attainable and that you respect your body and know your worth, which turns them on even more. This person is into vanilla sex, as well as bdsm, so they are romantic and a freak, or they like this about you. This person will enjoy hugging, kissing, cuddling, giving and receiving oral, mutual masturbation, and beginner friendly sex when you two start to become intimate and build comfortability with each other, but as you two get intimate more and more, they will want to get a bit rougher and kinkier. This person likely has a high sex drive and they will want to dominate you majority of the time, so be prepared to be tied up, cuffed, punished into submission, if you are okay with it. This person may like it when you take control in the bedroom, or they may let you take control sometimes, but they love to dominate you in the bedroom. They are into roleplay and they would love to see you in a sexy outfit playing a role of their choosing, as long as they get to be the one in power. This person may also have a worship kink, so they will love to worship your body or want you to worship their body. They find you to be very sexy and a freak, but you keep it hidden, but they are very aware that you are freaky, maybe even freakier than they are. They are so drawn to you that they don’t even understand why or how, and you turn them on every time they see you or when you two are together. They feel very passionate towards you even if there is no sex involved. This person wants to know what your kinks or how to satisfy you because you are so confusing or you keep alot of things to yourself that they find both sexy yet frustrating. This person is determined to make you climax in bed. This person is in love with you and they want to be connected to you on an emotional level, not only physical. You are worth more than sex in their eyes. They feel like you are their soulmate and you belong to them in a nontoxic way.

channeled messages | soulmate connection, “you’re so damn fine,” unexpected changes in your love life, fake friends/haters, use your intuition, “I am not like your exes. Stop comparing me!” “You can trust me,” Sagittarius, Aries, Leo, Pisces, Scorpio, and Taurus, missionary, “look me in my eyes while I’m in it.” “Tell me, that it’s mine and only mine,” sex in the dream realm, “I only want you,” “I want to hear your moans, don’t hold back”, they feel like you are a mystery and a complex person, tease, “ I want to marry you/have a relationship with you,” “ tell me your fantasy and I’ll fulfill it” good in bed, short, but big or it could be long and skinny, likes being called daddy during sex, dominate & submissive

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[darthstitch]

Okay, so I really REALLY need to get this off my chest

I mean, we all make jokes about Dream being an ABSOLUTE fucking disaster when it comes to his lovelife and yes, how can you not, when bullshit like this is CANON:

I remember reading this for the first time and my reaction was ABSOLUTELY WTF.

Because, the last time I checked, Dream of the Endless was just busy doing his usual Dreamlord things, getting closure with Alianora in A Game of You, and generally just being his usual mysterious broody self. Like, normal for Dream, okay?

I even went back and double checked to see if I somehow missed an issue, a storyline, something because WHO THE HELL was this person who broke Dream's heart?

And of course, we know what happens next, right? Dream runs off on a road trip with baby sister Delirium, to find their lost brother Destruction, on an adventure that is simultaneously hilarious and horrifying. On the one hand - Dream and Delirium bonding! Dream learning not to be such an arse at the art of being a big brother! On the other hand - ABSOLUTE FUCKING DESTRUCTION. PEOPLE DYING. I kid you not - the horror and the humor are like side by side in this.

But in the end, Dream ends up having to spill family blood in order to find Destruction. And that sets off the events of the Kindly Ones and Dream's death and Daniel Hall rising in his place as the new Dream of the Endless.

Years later, I realized this was basically an elaborate suicide process. It wasn't that Dream had this great love that shattered his heart and made him want to die - we didn't even know who this goddamn mystery lover was unless you picked up on the hints. It was just one trauma (Burgess and the glass fishbowl) after another (Rose the Vortex and Desire's bullshit) and losing Orpheus in such a horrific way. It was just absolutely the last straw for him. Dream must have figured he was like, "Nope, I'm done. I'm noping outta here. I can't do this anymore."

I absolutely did not see this coming.

THESSALY?!!!

THIS GODDAMN IMMORTAL WITCH TERF THESSAY WAS THE ONE WHO BROKE DREAM'S HEART?

THE FUCK?!!!

There was only ONE GODDAMN HINT that I got that she was even REMOTELY attracted to Dream, okay? And it was here:

I'm sorry, Thessaly, unlike you, I wholly EMBRACE the fact that Dream of the Endless is kilig-inducing. Fuck you very much, okay?

So it kind of makes me think how the Sandman TV team is going to handle this once the next seasons are greenlit. Are we going to have Thessaly/Dream, the most toxic goddamn disaster relationship ever? How's that going to play out? Are viewers going to be left scratching their heads like we comic readers were?

I'm just hoping we don't end up with Dreamling replacing the Thessaly/Dream shit as the tragedy romance. That one's gonna break me. Nope, I can't. I wrote my own take on that in my previous post and I'M ALREADY READY TO FLING MYSELF INTO THE SUN.

What makes this even worse is that the TV version of Dream is even more lovable than the comic one. The more I rewatch it, the more I'm like: "Shit, he's changing fast, more like Daniel/Dream than the bastard Morpheus could be." So yes, Sandman Netflix team, congratulations we are latching on to this version of Morpheus and keeping him!

In the meantime, the quest for fix-it fan fiction continues!

#the sandman #dream of the endless #thessaly #hob gadling #dreamling #meta

[pikaglove]

Now that I have beaten Baulder's Gate 3, here is a list of headcanons I made up about my character and her life (also includes some in game canon events)

Sylvia

• Half wood elf

• Druid (circle of the lands)

• Folk hero

• Cis female

• Bisexual

• Early-mid 30s

• Lover: Gale (married)

• Adopted two kids after the events of bg3 (arabella and Yenna)

• Absolute freak in the sheets

• Has demon fetish

• Canonically forgets her quests (people have died because of this)

• Lived in Baulder's Gate when she was a young girl and was going to be married off to a noble drow but got in a fight that made her "unfit for marriage" and had to be shipped away due to being an embarrassment to the family.

• Lived as a hippie in her young adulthood with other druids.

• Went around saving small towns from bandits.

• Normally peaceful but gets really hotheaded when she sees injustice

• Has gone days without eating much (Gale has had to make her eat a proper meal instead of just a few berries)

• Had a fling with Lae'zel, thought it was mid.

• Did have a pixie friend when she traveled with the other druids

• Not good friends with Astarion because she wishes he would be a better person (she was really proud when he didn't ascend)

• Shadowheart is her bff

• Loves cats

• Prefers cooler weather

• Will fight Mystra at a waffle house

• Loves raunchy ballads about herself

• Has Heterochromia (left: blue. Right: green)

• Got a flower tattoo on her neck once she left Baulder's Gate

• Got facial scars from charging up too much lightning to take down a group of harpies. (She won of course)

• Down with Bukake (Gale gets her so well)

• Half illithid (cured)

• Has blanked out when Gale goes on tangents but she's happy to let him ramble

• Canonically told Gortash to fuck off

• Disappointment to parents (canon by auntie ethiel)

• Astarion, Jaheira, and Karlach judged her for fucking the emperor

• Canonically sacrificed herself to save everyone in the iron throne along with Astarion (character growth for astarion)

• Halsin is her father figure now after he found out her dad is shit

• Canonically cucked Gale 3 times (The emperor, the drow twins, and Haarlep)

• Whenever Haarlep is using her body and she is in puplic, she and Gale absolutely go off somewhere to fuck.

• Date nights with Gale include star gazing

• Is the reason why Gale learned more ice spells (He wanted to impress her)

• Taught Gale animal handling.

• Steals books for Gale while on adventures

• Canonically goes on adventures with Gale

• Uses vines to bind Gale's wrists so she can give him the sloppy toppy without him returning the favor. (All consentual)

• Taught Arabella druid magic

• Yenna and Gale cook while in waterdeep

• Tara and Sylvia have helped Grub come out of his shell more.

• Has a good relationship with Mrs. Dekarios

• Won the heart of Tara after growing her some catnip.

• Has gotten into cheese arguments with Gale, whenever Elminster comes to visit.

• People sometimes think Yenna is her biological daughter due to similar hair and eye color.

• Father is human, mother is a wood elf

• Has a younger brother

• Her bi awakening was when she was a teen and had a crush on a tiefling classmate

• Let's Shadowheart stay at their tower when she visits waterdeep to be at the Selunite temple.

• Once got attacked by Shaarans when Shadowheart was visiting.

• Has nightmares of turning into a mind flayer due to taking that parasite

• Years after all events and our heros have passed, the wizard tower of waterdeep becomes overgrown with vines.

#baulders gate 3 #bg3 #bauldur’s gate #bg3 tav #bg3 spoilers #bg3 roleplay #bg3 druid #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #baulders gate tav #baulders gate gale #baulder's gate 3 spoilers #bg3 oc #bg3 headcanons #Don't ask me what her alignment was because she was dumb as hell and changed based on who she was talking too #maybe chaotic good? i swear i got into more fights with her than my ranger #dnd character #dnd #dungeons and dragons

[kpop-stories-21]

Lobby - Introduction

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: ATEEZ x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Themes & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Sci-fi, Horror, History, Mystery/Crime, Fantasy, Adventure, Supernatural themes and creatures, aliens, vampires, gladiators, detectives, criminals, Dark & Light fae, princes, princesses, treasure hunters, monsters, demons

Content & Trigger Warnings: Strong language, Explicit sexual content(Minors DNI), themes of science fiction, horror, history, mystery, fantasy, adventure and the supernatural

Summary: After losing your job, you fear you won't be able to continue supporting your mother. Then you hear about the Library of Illusion and the fabled treasure housed within. Perhaps this is your lucky break.

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The ringing of your phone ripped you from your sleep, the shreds of a nightmare still clinging to your sweaty skin. You couldn't recall what the nightmare had been about, but an overwhelming feeling of terror lingered even now. Shaking your head to clear the cobwebs from your brain, you reached for your phone and answered the incoming call.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, where the hell are you?! You're 45 minutes late for your shift and Mr. Lee is losing his shit. You need to get over here as fast as you can!"

Looking at the time on your phone had your eyes in disbelief. How in the world had you slept this long? "Fuck, I'm so sorry. I'll be right over."

Cursing under your breath, you leap from bed and yank your uniform out of the closet. As you slapped on some makeup and dragged a brush through your hair, you prayed that your boss would be understanding and give you another chance. Throwing your phone in your bag and grabbing your keys, you raced out the door.

On the way to the restaurant you forced yourself to drive the speed limit, even though you wanted to go faster. Getting pulled over would just make you even later and that was the last thing you wanted.

Upon arriving you snatched up your things and ran across the parking lot to the back door. Flinging it open, you stepped in and were immediately greeted with Mr. Lee's bright red face. Freezing in place, you watched as a fat finger came up to wave in front of your face.

"I've had just about all I'm gonna take, young lady! I gave you this job because I'm a family friend and I felt bad for the position you've been put in. But compassion can only go so far, and I've given you too many second chances.

"At the end of the day, I have a business to run and it's not fair to me, the customers, or the other wait staff if someone has to cover your ass every time you oversleep. I really hate to do this, but today will be your last day working here."

You bit your lip to keep it from trembling as you watched him walk away. Deep down you knew he was right, and you felt incredibly guilty for disappointing someone who had been like a father to you. Taking a deep breath, you willed yourself to remain calm. The tears could come later, once you were alone. Right now you had a job to do, and you owed it to Mr. Lee to make your last day count.

As soon as you finished your shift, you headed to Mr. Lee's office to collect your final payment and turn in your name tag. The envelope he handed you was thicker than you'd expected, and you looked at him in confusion.

He smiled sympathetically. "Just because I fired you doesn't mean I stopped caring. I know things are hard right now, so I gave you a little extra to help hold you over until you find a new job."

You blinked, suddenly swallowing around a lump of tears. "T-Thank you Mr. Lee. I'm sorry things had to turn out this way."

Mr. Lee stood and hugged you tightly. "Me too. I'll still be checking in on you, so keep your chin up kiddo. Things will turn around one day."

Nodding, you thanked him once more and left the restaurant.

Back in your car now, you made the drive you've been making every evening for the last year and a half. After parking outside the hospital, you walked in and took the elevator to the cancer wing. You greeted the nurse at the nurse's station with a smile, after your many visits she had become something of a friend to you.

"She's in her room, having her dinner. She's expecting you."

You smiled at the nurse and walked down the left hallway. You'd memorised the room number by now. Pushing the door open, you smiled at the slight woman sitting upright in the bed eating her dinner from a tray.

“Hi Mom.” You said with a soft smile as you closed the door behind you.

Your mom looked up as you entered, her entire face lighting up at the sight of you.

"Y/N, my little dove, I was hoping you'd turn up soon! Have you eaten yet?"

You shook your head as you sat down in the chair situated next to her bed. "I came here straight after work, like always. I'll eat when I get back home." Reaching out to take her thin hand in your own, you changed the subject. "So, how was your day today?"

A grim look crossed your mom's pale features. "Dr. Kwang visited me this morning. He said the current course of treatment has stopped working, so they're going to have to start doing chemotherapy."

You felt your heart sink into your stomach. The chemo was going to be so much more expensive, and with you now out of a job there was no way you could pay for her to continue getting treated. Then you remembered the envelope in your purse with your wages plus the extra from Mr. Lee. You could keep a little out for yourself and give the rest to pay as much of the chemo as you could.

You spent some more time with your mom, then left to go find Dr. Kwang. He was in his office, probably expecting a visit from you due to the change in treatment.

“Ah, Y/N. I trust your mother told you about the chemo?”

You nodded and he continued.

“As we discussed previously, the chemo will cost more. Are you still able to support your mother's treatment?"

Taking the envelope from your purse, you flipped through the bills within, doing some quick maths in your head. Keeping back enough for you to get by for a little bit, you handed over the rest.

"This should be a good starting place until I can get ahold of some more."

Dr. Kwang smiled at you as he took the money. "I admire your drive, young lady. Most young people these days would just throw their parents in a home and never look back."

You blushed a little, unused to such praise. "She sacrificed so much to raise me all on her own, it's the least I can do."

"She must be so proud to have you as her daughter."

You blushed a little deeper, then put the envelope back in your purse and stood. "I'm proud to have her as my mother. Thank you for taking care of her when I could not. Good evening Dr. Kwang." You nodded to him once more and exited his office.

As you walked back to your car you ended up behind two young women not much older than you and happened to hear a part of their conversation.

"Have you heard that rumour about the Library of Illusion and the treasure that supposedly resides within?"

"I have actually. Isn't it supposed to be in the woods around the town?"

"Yeah it is! Maeri said she wanted to see what it was all about, so we're going up there this weekend to check it out."

Intrigued and wanting to find out more on your own, you stepped around the women and hurried to your car. On the drive home all you could think about was the "treasure" and how much it would help your mom with her treatment if you could get ahold of it.

Once you had returned home, changed into comfortable clothes, and eaten some food you booted up your laptop and Googled "Library of Illusion". The first result that popped up was a Wikipedia page containing the location, along with the sparse information known by the general public. Plugging the location into the GPS on your phone revealed that the Library was a good ways away from where your apartment was.

The town you lived in was in a bowl-like valley surrounded by mountains except for the cutout where the road was. The Library was nestled on a perfectly-sized plateau halfway up the tallest mountain in the eastern range, which put it out of reach for all but the most determined.

You hadn't been mountain climbing since your mom was first diagnosed with cancer, so you were rusty at best. But you'd do almost anything at this point to ensure your mom had the best possible chance of surviving. So you researched what gear you would need for such an arduous climb, then used the money from Mr. Lee plus some of what you had in savings to purchase everything.

It took several days for everything to arrive, but once the last package was delivered you began to pack things up and plan when you would begin your journey. You decided that the sooner you left, the sooner you'd be able to return. So you made plans to leave the following day as early as you could manage.

Your mind firmly made up, you went to bed earlier than usual. Tomorrow you would get that treasure and then you would be able to fully support your mom.

You woke the next day to the ear-splitting crash of thunder as rain pounded on the roof like it was trying to get inside.

"What a lovely day for mountain climbing." You muttered to yourself as you slipped from under the warm blankets to begin getting ready.

You dressed warmly to combat the cold rain and had a quick breakfast before grabbing your phone, gear and keys and heading out.

Twenty minutes later you arrived at the base of the mountain you would be climbing. Parking under a handy overhang of trees laden with thick ivy, you got out and began to gear up. By the time you were ready to start climbing, the rain had subsided and the sun was making its way out from behind the clouds. A smile rose to your face as you placed your hands upon the mountain and began to climb.

The next three days were a constant cycle of climb until dark, find a flat enough place to set up your tent, sleep until morning, then eat and begin the routine again. By the afternoon of day three you were starting to lose hope, thinking maybe this was all a dream and there was no library way up in the mountains.

Then you came to a flat place that seemed the biggest one you'd encountered yet, and your heart soared. Pulling your weary body up onto solid ground, you found yourself in front of a huge building that looked centuries older than it probably was. After a short rest and some food, you walked closer as a storm brewed overhead.

Ivy covered the majority of the brick walls, the gold on the door handles dim and tarnished. Taking a deep breath, you pushed them open and stepped inside.

The interior was far more well kept than outside, and if you didn't know better you'd have a hard time believing this was the same building.

The first thing that caught your eye was the front desk, or more accurately, the handsome man seated behind it. Feeling suddenly shy, you slowly approached him.

He was much more good-looking up close, bordering more towards beautiful than handsome. His hair was cotton candy pink, and slicked back stylishly. Chocolate brown eyes glanced up suddenly, amused at having caught you staring.

"May I help you?" His voice, almost as deep as the thunder roaring outside, jerked you back to the present moment.

"M-My name is Y/N, I heard about the treasure a-and…."

"And you wanted to see if the rumours were true?"

You nodded.

"Well, Miss Y/N, my name is Seonghwa and I am the Keeper of The Keys here in the Library. The rumours you've heard are more or less true. There is treasure here, but it is housed in the Restricted Section and requires several keys to access it."

Hope flared in your heart, and you leaned forward a bit. "How do I get those keys?"

"You must get them from the Guardians of the main sections within this library: Science Fiction, Horror, History, Mystery, Fantasy and Adventure."

"And how does that work exactly?"

"In each section there will be a special book that will send you into a dream-like state and transport you to wherever the Guardian is. The first time or two you might be somewhat aware that your surroundings are fabricated, but the deeper in you go the more real things will feel. Once you have obtained all the keys, bring them back to me and we can proceed from there."

Seonghwa led you over to a set of double doors and pulled them open. Inside you could see plaques announcing the many different sections. Determined, you stepped forward, deciding to go for the Mystery section first.

"I wish you luck Y/N." Seonghwa said as he closed the doors behind you.

#cultofdionysusnet #library of illusion event #kdiarynet #cacaokpop #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez members #maturefanfic #21+ #au #fanfic

[idw-sonic-fan-blog]

Sonic Frontiers sold 3 million copies.

For comparison’s sake, Sonic 06 sold 800k, Sonic Unleashed sold under 2.5 million copies, Sonic Colors sold 2.1 million copies, and Sonic Generations sold 1.8 million copies. Sonic Lost World sold 700k and is one of the lowest selling main games in the Franchise and yet the Zeti are prominent in the comic. Sonic Forces sold a pitiful in its first week and we may never know exactly how much Sonic Forces actually sold(and it having 5 million plus on players on PSN+ is not any indication of a sale since it was free.) Yet somehow the comic takes place directly after Forces. Sonic Mania sold just over a million in case those hardcore Sonic classic fans want to open their mouths. While I’m at it, Sonic Adventure sold 1.3 million and SA2 sold 1.7 million. Sonic Rush sold 1.3 million and its sequel,which suffered after 06 tarnished Sonic’s reputation, sold 300k. The first Sonic game sold 15 million copies and before Retro fans start talking shit, note that is the only game in the franchise that sold that amount and it was in the golden age of gaming. You could sell a wet fart in an Nintendo cartridge and it would have made a million easy. Sonic 2? 6 million. Sonic 3? 1.03 million. Sonic and Knuckles? 1.3 million. Sonic CD? 1.5 million. Shadow the Hedgehog? 2 million. And Sonic Heroes and probably the biggest offender as to why Sonic Team stopped giving a shit about quality or effort and more about that Christmas grind? 3.41 million in 2 years.

Sonic Frontiers sold like gang busters in the couple of months it’s been out.

If you think Sage or any Frontiers elements won’t be referenced or be in the comic, you are bugging. Especially given that one of the main writers of the game writes for the comic. If that’s what is keeping you from saying IDW Sonic is on the same canon as the games and not what Iizuka says or what Flynn has stated several times, you are bugging. You are kidding yourselves if you think IDW can’t possibly put in those elements from the game in their comic.

If you don’t consider Tangle or Whisper to be game character in spite of them appearing in two mobile games that have been downloaded and played more than any Sonic game and have been created with the help of Sonic Team’s own character designer, fling yourself into the Nile River and cope and seethe. Tangle and Whisper have merchandise in the Sega Shop.

TailsTube shorts? Written by Flynn. That little Amy Rose Tarot Card set that is coming out soon? Written by Flynn with art created by one of the many IDW comic artists. This comic series has well over 50 issues including 4 different 4 part miniseries. It sold out in Japan! It’s consistently IDW’s top selling comic beating both the Transformers and Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles. It has sold over 10,000 copies an issue in a world where comics aren’t widely recognized unless it’s in the Marvel or DC. What they said in the beginning about it being diverged from canon no longer applies. Shit changed. It’s a new goddamn world. IDW Sonic is the only medium that actually uses your beloved obscure characters like Silver and Blaze. Like Cream. I don’t know what Flynn has done to make you turn up your nose at him but get over it. And the days of Sega pimping out Sonic to whatever Western media content creator and not caring what they churn out are over. The only exception to this is the movie verse(and because Iizuka has explicitly said it’s in a different canon)and honestly I have a tougher time trying to grasp how Sonic Prime is canon than I am with IDW. But regardless, it’s a new day. You are in a renaissance of Sonic and for once Sega gives enough of a shit about lore to want to make it all gel together and avoiding SATAM or Sonic Underground or Sonic the Comic or Archie Sonic the Hedgehog. Get the fuck over it.

#rant #idw sonic the hedgehog #Sonic the hedgehog #Sonic prime #sonic fandom #honestly you are the worst fandom #and no you can’t say every fandom is like this #they aren't #just the sonic fandom #just you #because somewhere between the self-loathing #and the arrogance and overly inflated ego that the fandom can make better games than the actual game developers #you think somehow denying what the actual creators of the franchise has said to you is normal #it’s not #it’s actually cognitive dissonance #mixed in distorting reality #it’s frustrating when you can shove every bit of evidence in your face #and you can just move goal posts or just deny because it doesn’t match your feelings #I don’t like Starline either buddy but his existence doesn’t discount the whole of the series. #mfer

[thessalian]

Astrid vs the Shadow-Cursed Lands

Riding up in a big elevator, turning up in abandoned ruin

Astrid: I ... thought this was going to be Moonrise Towers. I ... don't think this is Moonrise Towers.

Elminster: Hi! Mind making camp? I need wine and cheese before I give the news.

Wine and Cheese: *is provided*

Elminster: You stock well for travelling adventurers! Anyway, Gale, Mystra sent me.

Astarion: Please tell me that Mystra's making booty calls now.

Elminster: Actually, she sent me to say that she'll stabilise that nasty mess you're carrying and only let it explode when you get close enough to the Absolute or its source of power or both. A sacrifice in Her name.

Astrid: ...So ... what if we destroy it first? You know, without having to have Gale erupt?

Elminster: Didn't sound possible to me, but ... anyway, you're not going to blow up until she wants you to now; good luck!

Gale: ...Well. That ... happened. I think I'm at peace with it.

Astrid: ......I'm going to do something about this. There are far too many Big and Powerful Entities messing with people I care about! Right. Fine. This is not Moonrise Towers. We will go out and find Moonrise Towers! *flings open door*

Outside: *is made of dark and cursed scary*

Astrid: ...Oh.

Shadowheart: I ... think it's mostly sparing me, the darkness. Shar must have blessed me?

Astrid: And it doesn't have anything to do with the shiny Light-casting ring I gave you?

Shadowheart: SHAR. BLESSING.

Astrid: In which case, thank you, Shar. Now let's see if we can actually find where we're meant to be going. Oh. Who's that over there?

Harpers: *point weapons at people*

Lady Harper: Who are you and what are you doing here?!?

Astrid: Um ... I mean ... this is not the nicest place for introductions and storytelling but I can break out a bottle of wine and some sandwich fixings and--

Lady Harper: Oh, so you're a funny girl. Great. The one bit of sunshine we get here and it's in half-elf form. Hey. Wait. What are you doing?

Astrid: Me? I'm not--

Other Harper: *starts shooting at companions*

Shadows: *peel forth from the darkness and go about killing people*

Lady Harper: Oh fuck.

Astrid: Hrm. Oh. Okay. Let's see. How well do they deal with fire?

Astarion: Let's find out, shall we? *Fire Arrow*

Shadow: *is very unhappy*

Shadowheart: Fire. Radiant. Anything that gives light!

Gale: Now you're playing my song. IGNIS!

Stabnation: *ensues*

Stabnation: *finally ends*

Lady Harper: Well. I guess that was a good interruption, since I can see you're not about to hurt any of us...

Astarion: ...No. No, I suppose not.

Lady Harper: Look, if you're wandering around here, come over to the Last Light Inn. The dark doesn't get in there.

Astrid: Might take you up on that. Thanks.

Gale: *siiiiiiiiidles up to Astrid*

Astrid: Hmm?

Gale: Soooooooooo ... I ... once read a thing ... about how tough fights with one's life on the line tend to make one ... well ... horny. Did you ... ever ... read anything ... like that?

Astrid: ...I'd say more of a ... practical experience sort of thing...

Astarion: Oh for pity's sake will you two just fuck already?!?

Astrid: *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh* But I am now also learning that an audience will tend to kill the mood.

Gale: Well. Um. Thoughts for later, then.

Astrid: With less blood and mud and maddening darkness. The most I like to be smeared with in those sorts of situations is ... honey, maple syrup, melted chocolate, that sort of thing.

Gale: I ... shall compose a grocery list.

Astarion: Should've moved faster, Shar devotee...

Shadowheart: I have effectively a sister in her now, so don't be vile! Anyway, you're only bitching because you won't be partaking in that or any other kind of feast with her any time soon.

Astarion: Hrmph. Well. At least you've found me a nice chest to open. Though with my luck it'll be a mimic again.

The Chest: *is not a mimic*

Astarion: Oh, well, that's fine, then--

Spine Blights: *ambush*

Corrupted Vine Blight: *also ambushes*

Astarion: Oh for pity's sake...

Stabnation: *ensues, painfully*

Controller Person: *now has a tiny taste of what they put their VTT RPG party through*

Spine Blights: *explode on death here*

Controller Person: *may or may not be going, "AT LEAST I DIDN'T DO THAT TO YOU!" at this point*

After hacking through to the inn

Jaheira: You're one of those True Soul things!

Mol: They're all about the being heroes, though! They saved my friends from harpies and nasty druids and snakes and all sorts, so they're fine!

Jaheira: .........All right, fine, but I'm going to want to talk to you in a bit.

Astrid: Okay ... these are ... some of the tieflings from the Emerald Grove. Um. Okay. Astarion ... I'm going to have to ask you to go back to where we're camping, and bring Wyll; he had the best relationship with the Emerald Grove tieflings.

Astarion: Fine. But I'm going to hesitate briefly to ask that demon piece of nonsense about the runes on my back.

Astrid: Just don't promise him anything right away!

Gale: And we should ... let ourselves be glared at in the meantime?

Astrid: Nope! *chugs a Potion of Speaks With Animals* I'm going to go find out what the deal is with that ox.

Wyll arrives, a bit later, to find Astrid, Gale, and Shadowheart dripping with ooze

Wyll: ...What happened to you?

Gale: That ... was not an ox.

Astrid: I just wanted to know what it was! All it had to do was tell me that it just wanted brushing and a warm stall! I'd have brushed it myself if I'd known that was all it wanted! But it just attacked after it told me that!

Wyll: Are ... you all well?

Astrid: Oh, sure. Just ... here, we did some trading on your behalf and also dug through the camp stash. Potential pack blade ... I got a new bow so you can have my hand crossbow ... shield because I got a good one ... boots that'll help you jump better... I think that's about what we need. Okay. Now let's talk to this Jaheira person.

Inside the inn

Jaheira: Yes, I drugged your wine with truth serum. Drink it.

Astrid: *chugs*

Gale; Shadowheart: What the fuck?

Wyll: It's not like we have anything to hide...

Astrid: Look, I can't say whether the parasite's changing me because people change all the time and honestly, when you've done half the things I have this week, change happens. All you really need to know is that we're as against this Absolute whatever-it-is as you are and we're actively trying to take it down.

Jaheira: ...Fine. I suppose you're about our only hope for rescuing all the people the cultists kidnapped and kill their leader. But you're going to need to be able to travel safely so go see Isobel upstairs.

Astrid: Okay; just ... can I maybe please play a little something to cheer people up first? If I'm going to have to pretend to be one of those cultists to get anywhere with this mission, I need some cheerful and for me, cheerful comes from cheering others up.

Jaheira: ...As you like...

Gale: So ... she drank the wine that was going to make her tell the truth ... and she talked around the problem instead.

Shadowheart: You have met her, yes?

Wyll: ...She's wonderful.

Wyll: *has hit three Inspirations in the last five minutes*

Gale: I thought your tastes ran more to the ... demonic.

Wyll: Thankfully those kinds of ... 'benefits' ... aren't in my contract. And the judgemental tone is a bit rich coming from someone who bedded a literal goddess. ...Look, I'm not trying to take her from you or anything. Let's just call it call it wishing you joy of your romance with this divine being.

Shadowheart: And if Gale really does have to explode himself to destroy the Absolute, I'm sure you can comfort her in her grief.

Gale: *dry as the Sahara* Thanks.

#Astrid the Bard #Thess liveblogs Baldur's Gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers

[ecoamerica]

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[bewitchingbaker]

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 Wolf sits down on the couch with a cup of tea and is ready for the tea to be spilled. @werspinna

The baker relaxes on the couch next to the laysister, a cup of tea levitating into his hands. Soon a plate of Madeline's followed, landing comfrotably on the coffee table in fron of them. It was nice to have a moment to relax in between her duties to spider society and his own surreal adventures. Plus the sight of Wolf in his tshirt and nothing else was pretty lovely, as evidenced by his hand resting on her thighs.

After a bit of their usual 'hanging out', the baker and the lay sister found that her dimensional watch was silent for a while. So why not spend their rare time off chatting. Tales of Wolf's adventures with the spider society brought a smile to the baker's face. Recollections of the baker's awkwaed childhood moments earned a laugh from Wolf.

Eight eyes fluttered at the baker, getting a blush from the baker. Upon hearing her inquire about his dating history, a bashful chuckle escaped his lips.

"Well..." Chris began with a laugh. "I wouldn't say I have the longest history of dating but I've done my fair share."

He takes a sip of his tea.

"The first lady who had my heart was girl in my university," Chris explained. "She was a comedian of sorts. Had a very similar smile to yours and an infectious laugh. Her name was Daisy. While she was a comedian, she was also into graphic design. Sometimes outside of her comedy she would tell me little details about her art and I'd happily listen....we ended things after our schooling ended."

A slight pause, hands grabbing the small sponge cake to avoid any awkward silence.

"After that I fell for a fellow witch named, Greta," Chris takes a sipof his tea. "The tea on Greta? Hmm, I wouldn't share her secrets. But I will say she was the first...well non human person i dated. She says she ruined me because...well let's just say I did alot of things for her, and she might have helped with my thing for ladies who could kill me. But in all honestly, I looked up to her. The Luna's never took time to teach me magic but with Greta...she taught me some of the basics. We ended things mutually though, but I think she had something after her that she didn't want me to worry about. Every blue moon we chat about films."

The baker takes a moment to relax on the couch, placing his cup of tea onto the coffee table. When he thinks about the guy he dated after Greta, a small scowl spreads across his face. With the lay sisters arms open, Chris relaxed into them. Happily cuddling Wolf.

"Now I would hope you're not judgmental, after all we've done,"Chris laughs. "But there was a boy who once had my heart. Xavier, the art moving picture extraordinaire and liar supreme."

Another pause and scowl, though a sigh escapes his lips.

"...He wasn't the most faithful. Honestly, I think he took advantage of my kindness...and that hurt. Like alot. I cooked and organized so many events for him just to go behind my back and fuck someone else."

An annoyed tsk.

"But you're not the first person from a different time who has me wrapped around their finger. It was brief but there was a vampire named Acacia who helped me get over the cheating bastard. She was sort of like a force of nature in Arizona, traveling the world drawing and learning about the new world. Nice taste in cars and...smokeable substances." he laughs. "But it was a year long fling before she moved onto the next town never to be seen again."

Brown hues looking up to meet Wolf's.

"What about you? I imagine you have some pretty interesting exes in your life."

[ @werspinna]

#werspinna #ic #; facts #mention: greta

[shivasdarknight]

for surkukteni

13. How important are romantic relationships to your OC? Do they prefer casual sex, short flings, or long term relationships? Do they want to get married or are they content with what they have? Or do they have no interest in romance whatsoever?

(last question struck through because I know that Surkie has interest in romance XD)

SEE RELATIONSHIPS ARE A FUN SUBJECT FOR SURKIE, mostly because it's such a tumultuous subject for her - and actually, that last question is applicable at different points in her life. So the short answers are:

Yes, they are important now but not necessarily have been

Surkie has mostly functioned on casual sex and a handful of short flings + one tumultuous FWB situation but now that she's figured out what she actually wants, it's predominantly focusing on the long-term relationships she's built over ~7 years

Surkie honestly has never wanted to get married? Like, she just never considered it as an option or something she'd do. She's perfectly content staying at the dating stage because she has no intent on being unfaithful whatsoever and has full trust in her partners. Yet understand that she's the one who was quietly freaking out on the boat ride to Sharlayan because of Aymeric popping the damn question to the three of them. She's more than fine staying at just fiances - especially since it gets people off her ass more than just lover, or w/e - but she's been warming up to the idea of marriage it's just...not a pressing desire? just a lack of wanting it, not necessarily against (though the legal ramifcations she could really do without)

She USED to not have interest in romance. And that's a trauma response on her part! Because her intro to romance and first - and for a while, only - example was her abusive ex girlfriend, Misaki. She set the standard for romance which made Surkie allergic to the concept. Only when people began to actually treat her properly is when she fully began to unpack said trauma and how it's warped her perception on intimate relationships.

More convoluted response below:

So, romantic relationships fluctuate in importance for Surkie through her life. She thought it was something she wanted as a teenager - which is when she got with Misaki - but that relationship went so poorly and had such a drastic power imbalance that it skewed Surkie's idea of what it means to be romantic and what romance should look like. So through ARR to about the beginning of HVW, she focused predominantly on casual sex and a few flings here and there to try and figure herself out. Misaki really fucked with her head and made her really standoffish to the idea of anything romantic or anything that'd leave her vulnerable. This is also where she develops her hard stance on top only, and has a fairly lengthy list of women she's slept with in the year and a half for this time frame.

This in part shifts because of traveling with Seraphin and Teodore. The two hooked up during their adventures and thus Surkie was stuck around these assholes constantly. It also immediately brought into perspective her only serious relationship (and first one) and how fucking awful it was. It left her feeling hollow and sick and basically told herself to not pursue anything serious lest she be lured in with the joy those two have for it all to come crashing down.

Ysayle was the first person she had proper romantic feelings for after Misaki. While she was good friends with Moenbryda and thought she might've felt something for Y'shtola, neither of those really panned out? Same with Yugiri. Ysayle, however, she was enamored with. And that was the glimpse into how things could've gone and she let herself be hopeful for once.

Uuunnnntil Azys Lla.

Surkie spent a fair amount of time after the fact trying to define what this sort of thing was for herself - especially now that Gwen and Y'shtola were a thing, and Katsuro, Thancred, and Urianger were public, and the fact that Altan had W'khittri - but it never worked. She tried Yugiri again, and that didn't work. She genuinely tried with Aymeric - the first man she ever had feelings for - and that ended in a panic attack and them keeping things at arms length while skirting around open feelings. Flings picked back up to an unhealthy degree, and instead of recognizing the fact that she was deeply lonely, her brother just chastised her for having bad coping mechanisms.

Then of course, the long term fling with Estinien that turned into feelings that she then tried to push him to get with Aymeric so that she had an excuse to not get with either (YOU FOOL, ALL THREE OF YOU ARE POLYAMOROUS). Loneliness and the issues with her brother began to compound and worsen the more obvious the couples got, which made the flings and one night stands into a regular occurrence.

Shadowbringers made that all worse. Katsu's relationship drama was front and center, Gwen getting to reunite with Y'shtola, and everything going on made that loneliness worse as Surkie dove headfirst into her prolonged will-they-won't-they with trying to sleep with Cyella. Something about this woman reminded her of Ysayle and she may have...spent a good chunk of that expansion pack trying to sleep with her because - from her perspective - this was the closest she'd ever get to ever being with Ysayle. Which...well she didn't know Cyella was being standoffish for the same reason since she saw her own assumed-dead-ex in Surkukteni (hm i wonder why). Regardless, because so much of the romantic bullshit culminated in Shadowbringers while Surkie was the only one of the group that wasn't partnered, it was starting to really hurt her and her brother was no help in the matter whatsoever. She had feelings for a man that her brother hated, her feelings for her "dead" ""unrequited"" crush only growing worse with time and not better, so this became a sensitive subject. And understandably (and predictably), she responded to this not with expressing the fact that she doesnt want to be lonely anymore (because again, gestures at katsuro and gestures at the group who is uh. kinda with each other? save the twns and ryne obvs, but like. y'shtola/gwen. thancred/urianger/katsuro. seraphin/teodore. only adult who wasn't partnered was the exarch), but with frustration at affection, anything implying romance, and denying herself from entertaining the idea that it'd ever get better. Again: she was plotting on how to get Estinien and Aymeric together so they'd be happy with each other and she'd not be that perpetual curse that got people she was interested in almost or actually killed.

Yeah, she's. Really fucked up and relationships for her are kind of a big deal for her.

She only starts to even out right around 5.3. Sure, the edge was curbed in 5.1 by briefly seeing Estinien again, but it was right back to the battlefield and having to stuff down how she felt for the sake of maintaining a Strictly Platonic relationship (you fucking dumbass, he's liked you since hvw). 5.3 is when she finally breaks from how awful she fucking feels and how fucked up this has made her, especially since the Cyella stuff has reached a head and they have to end things for their own sakes due to just...constantly reopening old hurt in the other respectively. 5.3 is when she fully gets with Estinien, but understand that she's a fucking wreck at this point. She doesn't explicitly know what she wants - does she want this arrangement to continue? does she want to just be honest? does she just want the feelings to go away? - but she opens her heart regardless of how much it hurts to do so and how anxious it makes her. This is panic attack no2 when confessing to someone, by the by.

This tangent is relevant because actually being honest with someone who genuinely cares about her and knows how to handle her vulnerability and internal issues around this stuff allows her to work through exactly what she wants out of things, realizing just how fucked up Misaki made her, and that y'know yeah, she can allow herself to pursue a serious relationship even with everything that led up to that point.

And then she reunites with Ysayle. And then she upholds her promise with Aymeric. There's also the stuff with Heustienne I'm finalizing - not to mention the ENW + post ENW acquisitions of Gwendoline and Venat, but that's all an aside.

What's more relevant is the fact that the relationship she builds with her partners helps give her needed perspective and time and space to work through the smothered down issues Misaki left her with. Flings quickly become less appealing, she's more okay with the idea of settling down with them (especially since they're now over here having kids), and marriage goes from an uncomfortable subject to something she actually humors since she still gets giddy from the fact she has three fiances, something she's always reminded about when picking at the engagement necklace she's got.

tl;dr Surkie's had a very rough relationship with relationships due to the abuse she experienced in her very first one. It's only through working through that trauma does she finally figure out what she really wants, but until she got there she stuck with flings and emotional distance to avoid getting hurt again.

#original #ffxiv writing #writing #mxkelsifer #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #wol #answered wol questions #answered wol question #asks #surkukteni #surkie #won't tag ships because this is ridiculous lmfao #yeah long ass response. whoops.

[flange5]

@squeeful

lol well. You asked for it, I guess. Here is the saga of the completely out of control summer job I had for 5 years.

Behind a cut bc this got long

So, in the mid to late 1990s, I did as many Midwestern teens did and I worked in cornfields in the summer. It was much better pay (I think it was $10-15 at the time, which was significantly higher than one could usually make at other jobs in that area and at that time.)

What we did wasn't the typical corn detasselling though. We worked in the ag research plots for a major corporate farming company, and our plots were peas and corn. I primarily worked pea crew, and worked up to pea lead (or pea queen), though later in the summer when peas were done being tagged, cross pollinated (which involved sitting on a bucket and painstakingly de-polinating one plant with tweezers, grabbing the fuzzed out pollinating bits of the designated cross and pollinating the denuded target plant using it, and tagging it, if successful). ANYHOO.

Corn and pea crews were made up of 16 -20 year olds plus a couple of outliers --Frog, a 23 year old just out of the Navy, and, for a couple of summers J, a guy in his 40s who answered to one name, applied under a second name, and submitted HR paperwork under a third name. More on him later.

Basically, there was little to no supervision. There was a guy in his 40s who nominally was our supervisor, let's call him Rob, who'd drive by in a ford F150 anywhere from once to 3 times a day and who was notable for always having an unlit, huge cigar in his mouth, around which he would mumble questions and directives. He rarely left the truck, unless it was while we were in the shack where we ate lunch. He was not much respected.

I described this job as very Lord of the Flies. There were a lot of reasons for the batshit nature of this job. Part of it was the predictable outcome of throwing about two dozen 16-20 year olds together in 80-100 degree heat for 10-12 hours a day for 6 weeks with little to no supervision.

Out of that came things like Stogie Tuesday, an homage to Rob, whereupon someone from corn crew would sneak out on the clock and purchase cigars for those who wanted to to chew on in imitation of the aforesaid Rob. Also, the Corn Smut Wars, in which people would make teams, ride teammates' shoulders, and fling corn smut at each other--it breaks on contact into what looks like crumbly soil.

Probably the most extreme incident that happened there though, came out of the habit Carl (a high school classmate of mine) and Frog had of mixing up homemade chemical explosives in milk jugs and setting them off in the ditch that ran parallel to the dirt road next to the shack. They each had different components and varying efficacy-probably about a 30-50% track record of actually exploding - and often, they took anywhere from 1-3 min to go off. Every day was an adventure.

So one day, we're all sitting in the shack, eating our sack lunches and enjoying the brief respite of shade before another 5 or so hours under the sun, and Carl and Frog come running in, yelling "everyone, act natural!"

Because none of us had any idea of what was going on, this made us all cease to act natural, and ask what the fuck, guys.

Apparently, Carl and Frog had just set up a new concoction in a milk jug, involving some cocktail of uric acid and other volatile elements, and just as they had set it down, Rob had shown up and parked right next to it. They'd beaten him into the shack to warn us, and now, all of us got to wait breathlessly to see whether or not it would go off, if so, how badly, what it did to the truck, and what the fallout would be.

So now we were all in it. Rob came in, started to discuss the 2300 corn series, and we all focused on whatever we were eating and the passage of time. When about three minutes had passed, everyone relaxed.

This, of course, is when we all heard a muffled whumph from outside.

I know I flinched, and I saw Dana in corn flinch, and through the window, I saw a plume of smoke rising from behind Rob's truck.

Every other person continued to eat without pause or any outward sign anything had happened. Silence hung in the shack.

Finally, after what felt like forever but probably was only 10 or 15 seconds later, Carl looked at Rob with this vaguely disappointed face and said "Roberrrrrrrt," like it was Rob's fault. Silence, again.

Rob looked at us, looked out the window at the thin poof of smoke, then looked back at all of us eating our lunches as if this was a perfectly normal thing to expect ... and then he turned to Frog to talk about the 2100s.

He walked out afterward, inspected the truck, which escaped unscathed, and drove away.

Nothing was ever said about it.

Other more everyday bizarrities at this job, seemed fostered by poor/lax management and a type of wanton disregard for safety that in retrospect as an adult, is breathtaking.

We had a rule that no matter the temperature, we couldn't go home because of the health risks until at least two people had passed out within a half hour. Even then, it was iffy whether the rule would be observed and people went down every year but were treated like they were slacking. I got both sunstroke and heat exhaustion different years there.

We were expected to operate large farm machinery like planters and tractors with little to no training, and in inclement weather, including rain and storms, until lightning was deemed 'too' close.

Once we saw a funnel cloud over a nearby field and called Rob, only to be asked if it was closer than a mile, as if we could tell and were told to keep working. There was no shelter better than a ditch. We didn't go home that day, and the tornado did touch down, but went in another direction.

Workers were encouraged to and paid extra to kill animals like groundhogs, mice, squirrels and rabbits, which might eat the experimental crops and seeds, with hoes and rakes over lunch. This led to some fairly traumatic scenes, and also I'm pretty sure at least one of my coworkers was legit disturbed. Once he set a nest of newborn mice on fire with lighter fluid in the shack where we ate. Mostly though, they'd run around with hoes, kill animals, and had tallies drawn on the walls of the shack in permanent ink.

J, the older worker, didn't like to talk much, and claimed that there was metal in his body that allowed 'them' to listen to him, and he had to be careful. When we were like ... dude what? He took a stick and wrote CIA in the dirt. He also claimed the CIA had given him 'mind powers.' He didn't have clear duties, and was assigned neither to pea nor corn crew, and mostly worked at clearing weeds and hacking animals with a hoe.

J was quickly ostracized, though not fired, for following the pea crew (all women under 20), standing, one to two rows away, and masturbating. We told our supervisor, and he was told to 'stop the filth' but there no other outcome. A week later, Rob approached me and asked if I could start driving the man in to the site and back (alone), which I refused. Rob had his high school student daughter do it for the rest of that summer.

#my bonkers summer job for 5 years #tw animal abuse

[shark-wrangler]

when i saw you pop up in my notifs i was like "wait a minute, i recognize that art style [in your icon]" and you can imagine my delight and surprise when i opened your blog and was like "oh fuck!!! the cool artist who also likes cathar and has the sexy catboy ocs!!" so! in the spirit of all that: B, E, F, M, T, & V for jial-ro and/or khatte. sincerely, fellow catboy enjoyer hyrohkaah (would've sent off anon but grr sideblogs >:[ )

eeey thanks! always thrilled to find fellow catboy enjoyers (also yeah sending asks from sideblogs should really be a thing, it's 2023 ffs)

I'm gonna answer for both of them, because I can (the meme is here if anyone wants to ask and/or reblog it)

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

So for this one the answer is mostly the same for both of them, because cathar as a species (or my very dubious headcanoned version of them) have a tendency to really fixate on the neck/jaw because they have scent glands and a situational erogenous zone around there, and they'll gravitate to the area even if they're with another species that doesn't have them. The main difference being that Jial-ro is very gentle and will mostly just nuzzle and nip occasionally, whereas Khatte bites (he'll also bite everywhere else but he will especially bite necks). It very much goes both ways and they'll both appreciate a partner giving them attention there as well.

Jial-ro is also, justifiably, very proud of his butt and he's not at all shy about using it to his advantage.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Khatte: Much. Some might say too much. He needs to be stopped.

Jial-ro: his experience is somewhat sporadic, he was raised in the Jedi Temple because his Force abilities manifested very young, and aside from a short-lived fling in his teens that nearly got him kicked out of the Order he just didn't have much opportunity for a good while. That changed once he started getting sent out into the wider galaxy, and he gleefully exploited the "code only says no attachments but it doesn't say no one night stands" loophole and picked stuff up as he went along until he eventually parted ways with the Order completely. aside from the aforementioned Forbidden Boyfriend Incident he's only had one other real relationship, which he's still in and extremely committed to (they aren't strictly monogamous and he'll still have some occasional one-off fun but he has no interest in pursuing anything else emotionally). he's extremely giving and generous as a partner once he gets into it and he physically knows his way around, but he's prone to nerves and overthinking, and he's hesitant about initiating or directing things not for lack of desire but because he has Jedi Baggage he's still working through. It gave him some interesting kinks though so there's that.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Khatte: you'd think given his adventurous tendencies it would be something obscure and specific but honestly he just really likes getting fucked from behind, preferably while either shoved into the floor or bent over the nearest object.

Jial-ro: I'm not sure he actually has one? He likes experimenting and trying new things, and beyond that he likes whatever seems most appropriate to the situation; when it comes down to it for him the actual sex is secondary to to the foreplay and just being close to the other person. He does prefer being face to face, but within that there's a lot of leeway where he doesn't mind much one way or another. he's also incredibly flexible.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Khatte: what doesn't no but in actual practice he is, unfortunately, very turned on by risk and danger, and he is not at all safe or responsible about it. he has knowingly fucked people who fully intended to kill or harm him in the past and he'd do it again. he also has some strong exhibitionist tendencies and really fucking loves an audience and being the center of attention. do not turn him loose at a party he's the worst.

Jial-ro: connection and feeling loved is a big one for him. he's not really demisexual, he very much does experience attraction on a purely superficial/physical level and can enjoy the occasional one night stand, but the difference in how he is with a relative stranger vs someone he knows and feels close to is very noticeable.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Khatte: not really. he owns a lot of harnesses and similar wearable/aesthetic gear but in terms of actual toys or other implements he just rolls with whatever his current partner/hookup already has. he almost always goes to other peoples' spaces rather than inviting anyone into his, and he's actually very utilitarian and no-frills about getting himself off, so he just never really collected any. for as many kinks as he has, most of them don't require much in the way of tools or setup.

Jial-ro: he doesn't have an extensive arsenal or anything but he's definitely collected a few over the years, nothing particularly fancy and mostly to use on himself. he tends to keep them hidden, but he'll pull them out if he's with someone he trusts.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Khatte: he's loud. moaning, growling, talking either to encourage or provoke, if he likes what you're doing you will know about it. gags are also at minimum a soft limit for him and he has no sense of shame so yknow, good luck with that.

Jial-ro: he's chatty, both during and after, but he's pretty shy about vocalizing or having big reactions to things unless he's fully lost in the sauce. the most you're likely to get from him is some breathy little sounds that he's trying very hard to keep contained (but he'll still talk your ear off if he's coherent at all and most of it will just be enthusiastic positive feedback).

#ask meme #oc: khatte #oc: jial-ro

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