#but i’m lazy and this made me snort laugh anyway

[garoujo]

ONE ‘N’ ONLY — GOJO SATORU

・✶ ｡ﾟ satoru gets roped into a bet that you’ll let him make you his one and only.

♱ warnings — virginity loss. f!reader, college!au, quarterback!gojo, inexperienced!gojo, he doesn’t accept the bet & tells you about it before anything happens, creampies. wc : 2.3k / note. this is a rewrite so pls ignore the lazy characterisation sob !

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another day, another sleazy, college football locker room conversation, gojo thinks as he pulls his sweater over his head, half assed listening to his teammates conversation behind him about their most recent conquests, who they’d fucked, who’d they’d fingered in the locker rooms— who cares. he snorts to himself, so what if he’d barely made it to first base, it’s not that he’s never had the chance, he’s just got a pro career to focus on—as if he’d ever admit it to these guys anyway.

“satoru!” the sudden call and smack on his back pulling him from his thoughts “huh—what is it?” “you know her, right? she’s in your class.” why are they talking about you? he can’t help the furrow of his brows, his lips turning into a tight pout before he presses the conversation further. “hm, oh yeah— not personally but why do you ask? she’s a sweet thing.” far too good for assholes like you.

you were a good student, sat infront of him, pretty face, pretty hair, pretty laugh— you weren’t like the other ones that swarmed around the frat, fawned over guys like him. you were better.

“she’s hot right? been trying to get in her pants all semester. wont even talk to me, but you sit right by her. how about you try it, call it a bet between us guys.” the quarterback jokes and if gojo was scowling any harder he’s pretty sure he’d pop a vein, he’s too prideful to outwardly deny it and they know that—he’s no excuse and he’s pretty sure i’m a virgin wouldn’t go down too well in this scenario considering his reputation (he didn’t even start that rumour).

“just another peg on the post, right satoru?” no—“oh yeah?” god these guys are fucking assholes, clearing out the locker room with more hoots and hollers, more teasing looks in his direction that have him giving them an almost too tight lipped smirk back.

gojo knows his next class is the one with you, walks in to see you giggling with your friend while sat at your desk— right infront of his as always, just as pretty as always. he wasn’t really going to go through with it, he thought you were pretty— would’ve been lying if he said you hadn’t caught his eye but you were unattainable, he’d watch you shoot down a few too many confessions.

maybe he’d just make out with you a little, maybe lie to the guys but fuck he’d be an idiot to not know how that was gonna turn out— rumours spread like wildfire in frats and then he’d have no real chance with you, how does he even talk to you?

“it’s gojo right?” “hm?” he smirks, almost by instinct as he lets his cheek rest against his fist — handsome smile in place despite the way he’s been abruptly snapped from his daydream only to be met with you turned around in your seat. “oh? if it’s you that’s asking, angel. you can call me satoru.” it’s almost natural the way he can’t help but tease you, flirt with you as the smirk on his lips seems to tug even wider but you smile back at him anyway, and he swears his heart almost leaps out of his throat.

“well, satoru—you dropped your pen.” you sigh and shit his name has never sounded better than it just did. that’s how it started, whatever you both had. the study dates, the way you laughed at his jokes, let him walk you to class—fuck, he’s such an asshole, you deserve better than this.

he should’ve told you sooner, but now he’s here, staring at you glassy-eyed as he sits on the edge of your bed with you straddling his fucking lap, he’s flushed to his chest and his cock is uncomfortably hard in his sweats after losing himself in the feeling of your lips against his, and he can’t go through with this, not yet. he didn’t even do this for the dumb bet, he never even accepted it but if word got out and he knows those assholes, the timing is too suspicious—he’d lose you.

“got something to tell you.. sweet girl like you deserves it, yeah?” gojo starts, his voice lacking the usual teasing drawl it usually carries but he relaxes when he feels your fingers smooth through the snowy hair at the base of his neck, shooting him that gentle smile that reminds him just why he needs to tell you.

“few weeks ago, the team were talking in the locker room.. bout you.” he begins as he lets his fingers punch slightly at your jaw, making sure your attention is on him —despite the way it always was.

“said i couldn’t get to know you, said you were unattainable but i think y’re just too pretty f’ them, sweet thing. deserve someone better, and they bet that it was me, i didn’t accept it but i think you deserve to know though.. can leave if you want me to, don’t need t’ go any further. our secret.”

gojo’s words are earnest as he holds your gaze, letting his fingers trace soothingly along the length of your spine, but when he’s only cut off by your lips slamming against his once more he can’t help but smile against you, call him greedy or selfish but he needs you—tightening his arms around your waist to pull you just a little closer, his tongue sliding alongside yours until you finally pull away for air.

“thanks for telling me, satoru. bet or not i’m glad i got to know the real you. but are you saying you think you are what i deserve?” you smile, pinching playfully at his cheeks and his heart feels like it’s gonna burst out of his chest right now because he really fucking does.

so gojo kisses you again, eager and messy—groaning against your lips before he moves forward, flipping your positions until you’re lying back on the mattress below him as his figure leans over yours, a hot rush of warmth over his skin at the intimacy he feels in the moment.

“yup, cause you’re so sweet f’ me, princess. only one who’ll treat you right.“ he breathes, dreamy and needy against your lips and he freezes on top of you when he feels your fingers move down to the waistband of his sweats before his stop them.

“oh, got another confession for you. never did anything like this before. been waitin’ for the right one. y’know.. my one and only.” gojo teases to get rid of the nervousness he feels shake in his bones as he wiggles his brow. honestly he expects you to laugh, even push him off but you don’t, you kiss him harder—like you’re reassuring him.

there’s pure adoration in the way your lips are moving against his, your fingers soft when he lets them tuck under his waistband—pulling his boxers and sweatpants down with one tug until his leaking cock is smacking against his abdomen. “and you think that’s me?” you ask and he smirks.

“do you want it to be?” gojo gazes at you half-lidded when you pull away from him to strip your clothes, tugging his shirt off after until you’re both baring all infront of each other and you’re just as beautiful as he’s always known.

“want me to take care of you?” he whispers shakily with need, he’s nervous ofcourse—letting his palm rest against your thigh as he looms over you but he relaxes when you give him another smile, letting your fingertips dance down his well trained chest and abdomen and he shivers at the featherlight touch. “it’s okay, i’ll teach you what i like another day, i need you satoru. we can just—“

“oh? you that greedy for my cock already, sweet girl? fu—“ his voice catches, his abdomen tightening with a shock of pleasure when your hand wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a few languid pumps as he gasps “fuck.”

you hook one of your arms around his shoulders, allowing gojo’s bicep to curl underneath your figure as he hugs you closer, situating his hips between your legs to kiss you again—groaning while his hands curl into your skin when you swipe the blunt head of his cock through your folds.

it’s embarrassing the effect you have on him already, rubbing your slick all over his cock and the small whimper that leaves your lips everytime it catches under the hood of your clit has his mind blanking, his cock twitching in your hold when he feels it prod at your flexing hole, until his eyes flutter closed in bliss when he begins to sink into you.

gojo breaks the kiss to rest his face in the crook of your neck, cursing softly with a mixture of need and delight as he continues to push into you. your thighs twitch when he grazes past your sweet spot, making him groan when your walls reward the stretch of his cock with another needy squeeze around him.

he’s long—thick and warm, making your stretched pussy clench hard around him the deeper he goes. “so fuckin’ wet, princess” he grumbles, smearing messy kisses along your skin as you grab and scratch at his broad shoulders.

he grunts when he finally bottoms out, leaning the weight of his hips against yours as his fingers grope a little too hard at your skin, his eyes clenched shut as he tries to not lose himself in the needy coax of your pussy—he can’t embarrass himself like that.

“you still with me, sweet girl?” gojo drawls, his voice sounding needier than he expected, pulling back to admire how pretty you look underneath him before you kiss him once on the cheek, mumbling something affirming that has him drawing his hips back.

your pussy flexes again, as if trying to coax back in every inch you lose and he grunts, his jaw clenching before a breathier croon of your name falls from his lips. the first real thrust is a little too eager, clumsy and he grunts before readjusting his knees—beginning a real pace that’s a little rougher, one that has your toes curling when he hugs you closer, listening to him pant and growl softly between your own moans. “pullin’ me right in.. fuck.”

your hips thrust up to meet his and you’re surprised at how good he feels, but it’s because he’s paying attention to your reactions, the furrow of your brows, the way your mouth is dropping open to moan and the way your pussy is clenching around him tighter everytime he rocks forward, pushing his cock against something sensitive inside of you while his strong grasp keeps you in place—good signs, gojo thinks. “didnt expect you t’ feel just as fuckin’ sweet around my cock, angel.”

“could get used to seein’ you like this.” his pace only increases, gets faster, needier as he curses roughly until you’re body is jolting— each heavy thrust leaving you breathless and driven by his sheer strength as the headboard bangs loudly against the wall behind you.

each smack of his hips is loud and clapping, forcing his cock deeper into your slick cunt until his pelvis is grinding against your clit and you’re leaving pretty red marks on his back with your nails.

“feel too fuckin’ good, princess. you tryna kill me? pussy feels like it was fuckin’ made f’ me.” gojo grunts, his cock throbbing and thickening inside of you as he squeezes at your hips—his brow crumbling while he pants above you, a thin sheen of sweat across his chest and his snowy bangs are sticking slightly to his forehead. he wants to go longer, wants you to feel good too but he’s losing himself in you, in the fluttering pull of your body and your cunt.

“i-it’s okay, satoru.” you breathe, scratchy and breathless and that’s all it takes for the hot rush of bliss to take over him, his cock flexing as he spills his load inside of you with a surprised grunt while his body trembles above yours, tightening his hold around you in some attempt to pull you closer.

maybe it’s the warmth that consumes you as he fucks into you with shallow thrusts that throws you off the edge after him, the shuddering of his body over yours that makes the dull throb in your cunt burst to warm as you squeeze and cream around him. but gojo swears he’s in fucking heaven when he hears you cry for him.

“that’s it, fuck! that’s my girl..“ he groans, low and gravely as he smears more sloppy kisses against your cheek and jawline with a few more gentle thrusts until he finally rolls off of you, keeping his arm trapped under you as his lips curl into a drowsy grin. trying to pretend he doesn’t want to scream a little too giddily when you wiggle closer to kiss him once on the lips.

“keep treatin’ me like that and you’re gonna have me falling in love, angel.” gojo laughs breathlessly, his arm encouraging you to curl up closer to him so he can pepper a few obnoxiously loud kisses to your face when you hum out a “awww, am i your one and only then?” and you know he’s never been one to miss an opportunity to tease you. “oh? you askin’ me out, sweet thing?”

it’s almost too smug the smile he has on his lips the next day, shooting proud glares at his teammates when you bounce down the hallway with his varsity jacket draped over your shoulders.

but oh how he wishes he could commit their faces to memory as they notice the red scratches littering his back while he’s changing again, whistling and hollering at him about how much of a hero he is, but despite the smirk on his lips, his next words are laced with venom.

“oh, yeah? don’t wanna hear you talkin’ bout my girl again.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

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[davemybeloved]

Must be quiet

(METALLICAERA!Dave Mustaine X Reader)

Just imagine: you are James’ sister and you promised him to not touch any of the member of his band.

Warnings!: smut, use of alcohol and weed, NON!sober sex, no grammar rechecking because I’m lazy

It was just one of the usual night where your brother James and his friends came over at your place to practice but just end up in them drinking and passing out on the floor. Usually you preferred to smoke over drinking, but that night you just gave in and drank a little more.

It was 2 a.m., James, Lars and Cliff were laying down on the ground, peacefully sleeping while you and Dave were the only ones awake. You decided to go in your room to smoke a joint, so you two would be able to talk without waking up the others, even tho you knew they wouldn’t woke up anyway, you really just wanted some intimacy. You promised your brother to not touch any of his band members, but a couple of months ago you and Dave had some drunk sex and from then on you started to secretly date. You planned to confess that to James, but you thought it was still too soon.

You took a deep drag, feeling the marijuana immediately hit your already alcohol-distorted mind. You never smoke and drank at the same time, and that was the reason why “Jeez, you wanna smoke it? I think it’s better for me to stop.” You snorted, handing him the joint.

Dave chuckled and took one last drag before putting it in the ashtray, clearly tipsy himself. He stared at me for a few seconds before speaking“You’ve been a bitch these days.”.

“What? No that’s not true, what are you talking about?” You asked even tho you knew exactly what he meant.

Dave laughed and landed closer, the smell of alcohol and weed surrounding him strongly “oh yeah, always acting mean and cold when I was around, rushing out of the room as soon as I entered it…” he was getting closer every second it passed, but you were too embarrassed to notice.

“Yeah- I mean no, no it’s not true! It’s because of James- I mean I think his suspecting something… jeez I drank too much I think I’m drunk..” i sight until I felt Dave’s hand on my thighs, making me quickly look at him again

“Well I am too” he said nonchalantly, caressing my thigh teasingly, climbing with his hand and getting closer to your panties.

“Dave what are you doing?! James is out there!” You whispered pointing at the closed door. Dave just laugh it off and said: “we’ll be quite.” And then he just smashed his lips over yours once again.

You didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol or just because of the feelings you kept hidden deep down all the time because of James, but when you returned the kiss it felt amazing. It was the best kiss you and Dave ever had, his lips moving at perfect synchro with yours, like they were meant to each other. Or maybe it was just the weed.

But still… It made you forgot about the promised you made to your brother to not sleep or flirt with any of his band members.

You quickly pulled off your shirt, leaning back again in a sloppy kiss. The weed amplified your desire and love so much, it was beautiful and painful at the same time, you felt like you weren’t on earth anymore, you were somewhere else.

He started to play with your breasts as he kissed you neck, leaving little marks on it. Soft moans sighs of pleasure escaped your mouth, so you quickly cover it as Dave started to kiss and bit your left nipple.

One hand was working on the other nipple as the other hand got lower, and lower until he reached your miniskirt, which he was quick to pull off.

“Dave…” you whispered looking down at him. When he look up at you, you just lost it. He had this look of love and desire in his eyes even tho he was clearly high as much as you. His red and happy eyes were the most beautiful thing you ever saw in your entire life. In that exact moment, when he raised his face from between your legs to look at you, looking into his eyes you realized you were in love with him.

Dave smiled at you and kissed you on the lips sweetly “just let me make you feel good baby, trust me.” He looked at you in the eyes to get a consent from you. When you nodded, biting your lower lip, he got back at kissing your chest as his hand started to rub small circles on your clothed clit, making you whimper.

He slid two fingers between your fold, feeling how wet you were “so wet for me.” He teased.

“Dave please…” You begged, needing his touch.

He kissed you to make you shut up as he pushed two fingers into your throbbing pussy, making you whine in pleasure.

He quickly started to finger fuck you as he felt your wall clenching every time he sped up.

“Fuck Dave… oh Dave please… I need you” You whispered, trying to not be so loud. You didn’t want to wake up the guys, especially James.

Dave pushed his fingers inside you for another couple of minutes before pulling them out and bringing them on your lips “suck them” He demanded, and you immediately did that as he watched you the eyes as you did so, feeling his cock hardening even more.

He then positioned himself at your entrance and you let out a surprised moan as he entered you balls deep without warning. “Fuck!” You whined, pushing your head on the pillow and rolling your eyes back.

“Good girl- shit your already clenching.. you’re so tight- fuck” He moaned softly as he started moving at a quick peace, making you bit your lips and cover your mouth to not be loud.

A tears of pleasure dropped your eyes as you closed them. Dave leaned closer, and kiss it away before biting your earlobe “look at me, baby” He whispered into your eyes as he slowed his thrusts.

He quickly covered your mouth with his hand “shh, we don’t want to wake up the others, right baby?” You nodded “good, you think you’ll be able to be quiet for me, sweetheart?” You felt your walls tightening as he said so, this man really turned you on by only speaking to you. You nodded again.

“I love you so much” he whispered, leaving sweet and caring kisses on your neck before pushing his head back to look at you in the eyes.

You uncovered your mouth, surprised by his words and then kissed him “I love you to baby”

After a couple more minutes, his thrusts became inconstant and messy, your walls started to clenching more as you hit your orgasm.

“Just like that baby, so good for me” He praised you as he came too into you, filling you up with his seed before collapsing on top of you.

“Thank you Dave” you whispered into his ear before kissing his cheek as he pulled out.

He smiled and rested his head on your chest, leaving a sweet kiss on it “I love you.”

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[to-the-stars8]

Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

63- A Shower and Gossip

Jason rubbed the washcloth over his shoulders and back, watching as you washed the shampoo out of your hair. It was a simple wash since the two of you were too lazy to wait for the other to get done with their shower. Jay had gotten so accustomed to showering with you that it didn’t require a second thought when you made the suggestion. 

“You know,” You said, trying to avoid getting water in your mouth. “I heard that the neighbor down the hall is fighting with her boyfriend again.”

Jason knew all too well the drama you were talking about. “Oh, yeah? Who is cheating on who this time?”

“The boyfriend is.” Jay only snorted before switching places with you to wash the soap off his body. You continued. “But it gets better.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know if better is the right word for their situation,” Jason remarked with a light laugh when you gently swatted his chest. 

“You know what I mean, babe,” You said, not amused. 

Just as Jason started to run his hands through his hair, he watched as you took your washcloth and rubbed it against your skin. He found it odd that he would find the smallest, most natural act something so beautiful when it was you doing it. With all his attention, he listened as you continued with your meaningless gossip like it was the holy gospel. 

“Anyway, it turns out, he’s been sleeping with her mother.” You acted shocked even though the news came from you. The two of you switched places again so you could wash off this time. “I just can’t believe it! Seriously, Jaybeans, what guy does that? Not to mention the shitty mom.”

Jason snickered, cupping his hands over your head to gather water before bringing it back to throw it over his face. “Now, shitty moms, I can relate to.” You leaned up and kissed the underside of his chin, apologizing for nothing in particular, but hoping it would make him feel better. “Thanks, baby. Though, that reminds me of Dick.”

Confused, you asked, “Your brother?”

Jason laughed, it was quick, and he swooped down to show you he appreciated your accidental joke. “Yeah. He’s had a messy love life.”

“Oh,” You said, and Jason could tell by your tone you were waiting for him to continue. 

Sighing, he did as you silently asked, “Well, there was this whole thing with Barbara and Starfire. Miscommunication and whatnot. I'm not even sure of the whole story. Dick likes everyone to talk to him about problems, but doesn't like to open up to anyone else in return.”

“Now that sounds messy,” You left Jason’s gossip at that. Reaching behind you, you switched off the shower. “No offense to your brother, or the girl down the hall, but I’m glad that’s not us.”

Jason smiled as he handed you your towel. “Me too, sweetheart.”

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[lottiecrabie]

girlie brings professor!matty some cheap raspberry wine and rides him on the couch in his office

well he Has been looking very professor🤸‍♀️

the office is hot and stuffy, air thick with cigarette smoke and pine scent. the furnace is right beside it, and it heats and heats and heats until sweat sticks you to his tartan couch.

matty speaks of art theories, gesturing and nearly knocking his whiskey glass as he does so. you listen avidly, mostly. every word is a lesson, a treasure, a puzzle to scratch and undo and complete. still, the way he pushes his glasses up his nose is distracting, and you can’t stop your gaze flicking to the buttons of his orange shirt he pops one by one, the temperature gaining ground on him.

it’s just the heat, you remind yourself. it’s something else, too.

you nod at him. you sprawl on the couch; mary janes kicked off, feet tucked under your legs, elbow resting on the back pillows. comfortable, familiar, unprofessional. you’ve been here before— made a home of it, even.

the wine rests precariously on the tartan couch, but it’s not very scary. little worse could happen to it; it’s beat-up and dirty, pulled from some vintage shop fifteen somethings years ago, and tucked oasis of many college students since.

you take a swig straight from the bottle, licking the droplets. matty’s eyes flick to your lips, pink from raspberry wine. you smirk. ‘d’you want a taste?’ you ask, knowing.

his eyes settle on the wine. ‘is it any better than the last one?’

‘marginally so.’

matty sighs, opening his palm. he takes it like a duty, like you’re forcing him, as if it’s not completely his decision. he takes the babiest sip, then winces. ‘you drink this shit?’ matty spits, a disgusted grimace frowning his features. you laugh at the sight of it, swiping back the wine from him. ‘how do you not vomit pink by the end of it?’

‘dunno,’ you start, the light set-up of a tease. ‘guess i’m just better at handling my liquor.’

matty snorts. ‘yeah, i remember the state of you after two glasses of cognac.’ you shrug, innocent.

you take a swig of the bottle. the sweet, rubbery taste washes your mouth. you grin, dropping two cold fingers on his trousers, blinking at him as you graze them. ‘do you want another taste? don’t think you really took the time to appreciate the understated flavors.’

‘flavors,’ he mocks, though still leans in, and kisses you. your hand finds his hair immediately, loving to mess with his already undone curls, rake and tug until they stick out of his head like some mad scientist. give a face to those unhinged ramblings.

you kiss hungrily, licking and biting until you’re not quite sure you remember your name. matty breathes away to whisper, ‘mmh, you’re right. it’s a bit floral.’

‘shut up,’ you pant, pulling his head down.

you climb onto his lap, pushing him back on the couch. he lets his head fall on the pillows, tilting it up in offering as you devour him. his hands weight at your waist, respectful.

you break away from him, frantically unbuttoning his shirt until you get lazy, leaving it half-falling off his torso. it reveals the one tattoo you desperately crave to see, anyway; chest ink bright and depraved.

you focus on his pants instead, unbuckling his belt with shaky fingers. ‘woah,’ matty laughs. ‘are you even ready for me?’

you stare up at him, surprised. you steal a hand from him, placing it on the burning, wet heat between your legs. ‘always.’

‘fuck,’ he mutters, rubbing at your entrance, gathering a pool of your juices, slicking your clit. you jump at the contact, low moan as you work his pants again. ‘been all wet for how long?’

‘god, ever since you started talking.’ you finally spring free his hard cock, practically salivating at it. you rise up on your knees, stroking him.

matty’s not quite done with teasing you, blocking the way as he swipes and circles your bud. ‘is that right?’ he smirks, cheeky. ‘does it always get you all needy for me?’

‘yeah,’ you pout slightly, rolling your hips onto his hand, begging for more.

‘even when i teach?’ he pouts back, mocking. you groan, your head falling on his shoulder. ‘use your words, smart girl.’

‘yes.’

‘oh, it must be so hard for you, sitting in class for hours and hours, listening to me talk, all wet and throbbing and aching for my cock.’ he speeds up his fingers. you cry in the collar of his shirt, drooling on the cotton.

‘sir, please, i need—‘

‘right, right,’ he says, finally freeing the way, moving your underwear aside as he does so. you flash a smile in glee. ‘you’ve been so good for me lately. been all patient, too. you deserve it.’ pride shines through your skin. you lower yourself on his length, gasping in relief.

you rock your hips as soon as you get used to the stretch of him, rolling and bucking until pleasure waves through you. his hands dig into your flesh, encouraging.

‘what do you do, then?’ he whispers. ‘when you get all turned on in the middle of my class?’

you mewl, thrusting faster. the words get you needier somehow. get you ready for that fatal strike of ecstasy. matty pinches the skin of your thigh, punishing like a professor.

you clench around him, understanding his demand. ‘i—‘ you start, but his cock makes any thinking quite hard. ‘jesus, i— i go to the bathroom, sometimes.’

‘to touch yourself?’

you shut your eyes, nodding. ‘just a little, just to relieve some tension. i don’t— i don’t come.’

matty’s hands fall to your ass, puppeteering your deeper, closer. you fuck hard and fast, out of breath. ‘course not,’ he teases. ‘i know how you get when you come. whole bloody building would hear you.’ you flush. ‘when, then?’

your hand holds your weight up on the pillows of the tartan couch. your thighs ache, but you remain focused, determined. ready to blow. ‘when i get home. i get my vibrator and i—‘

‘hands can’t do it, huh?’ he laughs. ‘not like me.’ as though to prove it, he sneaks two fingers to your clit, rubbing better and faster than you ever could, that callus making you see heaven. you cry, gripping the tartan couch.

‘i play back the whole lesson,’ you admit. ‘how you looked and how you sounded like and— and i think of you saying it to me, in bed. think of all the things you’ve done to me, and what you would do if you were there. fuck, it makes me come so hard.’

you feel your hips grow erratic, bucking wildly and desperately. your legs shake, exhausted, overrun with euphoria. you say his name, again and again, a worship and a plea.

‘next time, darling,’ he says. ‘come find me. don’t need to do all of that; i got a perfectly good desk in that classroom that’s semi-standing up.’ you throb around him, hit with a wave of heat at that idea. ‘oh, you like that.’

‘promise?’ you squeak, dropping your head back as you get close.

‘you don’t know how often i’ve thought of bending you over it in the middle of class, love. you don’t have to worry about my word.’

you cry out, thrusting up and down, letting yourself exist in only his office, only the shape of his hands, until your brain breaks and you snap with a scream. you throb around him, falling on his shoulder, shaking.

he shushes you gently, holding your hips up as he continues to fuck into you. ‘so good, darling. so pretty,’ he promises, stroking your hair. ‘my best girl. my perfect girl. gonna make me come so hard.’ you whine. ‘where do you want it?’

‘inside,’ you hum. ‘want you to drip out of me all the way back home.’

‘fucking— shit,’ he groans, then fucks up into you a last time, spilling.

you breathe together as he slowly softens inside of you, still linked like some strange clay sculpture he would decorticate in class. your smile slacks your mouth. ‘i’m very excited for your next lesson, sir.’

he bursts out a laugh. ‘me too.’

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

hiii could you please write a jude imagine where the reader and jude have a lazy day at home and it’s cute and fluffy and he confesses he loves reader for the first time? thank you 😊

The L word • Jude Bellingham

GENRE: fluff

WARNING: none

PAIRING: Jude Bellingham x reader

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A soft sigh fell from your lips as you started to wake up. The morning light that flooded into the room blinded you making you groan and mutter a curse word under your breath. You tried to turn away from the windows Hoping that would relieve the discomfort of the blinding sunlight, but unfortunately you couldn’t move.

Wrapped around your waist was your boyfriend’s large biceps. He had spent the night after a long awaited date now he was holding you prisoner against him.

Jude’s soft snores filled your ears as he slept soundly behind you. You loved Jude dearly but it was awful hearing his snoring.

You moved Jude’s arm trying to wiggle your way out of his grip. Jude stirred, waking up from you moving him “stop moving.”

“Jude move your arm. I need to turn. Too bright.” You said with a groan.

Jude grunted but moved his arm anyway from your waist. You turned around facing him.

“you woke me from my beauty sleep.” Jude mumbled as he squeezed his eyes shut trying so hard to go back to sleep.

You laughed softly at his words. “Good morning to you too”

Jude laughed softly as a soft smirked played on his face. He opened his eyes looking at you.

“good morning.” He leaned over and kissed you.

Jude pulled away “How’d you sleep”

“I slept fine especially next to you.” You smiled at him as you brought your hand up to his jaw. You ran your finger over his stubbed jaw as you looked at him with so much love.

Jude felt his insides turn to mush. He’s never felt the way he felt for you for any of his past girlfriends. You were everything to him. The way you could make his shitty days better just by your smile made him go crazy in the inside. Even though you only been together for 5 months it felt like a lifetime with you. The best lifetime ever.

“Yeah?” Jude leaned over and kissed you again this time a little more passionately then the last.

“I don’t gotta train today.” Jude said once he pulled away from you. “maybe we can have a lazy day. Just relaxing and watching movies. What you think?”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

“Ok.” Jude pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed. “im going to make breakfast. You find something to watch.”

You watched as he slipped on a shirt and walked out of the door.

A good 30 minutes went by before Jude returned with your breakfast. You had already settled on a show for you both to watch and was just waiting for him.

“ok I made us some eggs and bacon.” Jude handed you the plate and took a seat down beside you.

“I’m surprise you didn’t burn it.”

Jude sighed and out the corner of your eye you could see him rolling his.

“you’re very funny. My laugh will arrive in 4 business days.”

You snorted before stuffing your mouth with eggs.

You both began to watch your show as you ate. The day flew by after that. By 6pm you both were exhausted from all the shows you watched.

As you laid in bed while the credit scene rolled in Jude couldn’t help but stare at you.

You were fucking stunning he thought to himself. Jude sighed causing you to look over at him.

“What?” You smiled and sat up on your forearm.

“I love you.” Jude couldn’t help but say those words. Sure it took him by surprise because he wasn’t expecting those words to fall from his lips but he definitely meant it.

You looked at him shocked.

“jude-“

“you don’t have to say it back but I just wanted to say it.” Jude started to panic thinking it wasn’t the best idea to have said that.

“No no Jude.” You took his face in your hands. “I love you too baby.”

Jude’s face lit up. “your for real?”

You nodded “I’d never lie. I love you.”

Jude couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face.

“I love hearing that come from your mouth.”

“Yeah?” You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him close to your lips. “yeah.” he muttered as his lips ghosted yours.

“well then I’m going to say it more.”

Jude laughed before fully pressing his lips against yours kissing you with a lot of passion.

Next Jude fic would be angst

#Jude Bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham blurb #Jude Bellingham x you

[calaisreno]

Double Date

Prompt: Date

Sherlock glares at himself in the mirror. His hair looks acceptable, he decides, but he’s not happy about the grey that is encroaching. Or the little crinkles in the corners of his eyes.

“I have more grey hair than you,” John says, reading his mind. “Most of them have appeared since meeting you. Coincidence?”

“The universe is rarely so lazy. Grey hair is mostly genetics.”

“Could be worse. Look at your brother, who’s lost most of his.”

“Whose idea was this, anyway?” Now he glares at John, who is standing right in front of him, using the mirror to fix his tie. “Honestly, John. You do not need to wear a tie.”

“It’s our first double-date,” he replies calmly. “We should try to look our best. That may be easy for you, Mr Posh, but—”

“You look fine, John. Nobody expects you to look posh. I’m questioning the wisdom of this event, not your appearance or mine.”

“It’s just a date, love. We’ve had those quite often over the years.”

“When we go out to dinner, it’s not really a date, as I see it. We’re not getting acquainted. We’re already married. It’s just something we do. I do not object to dates.  A double date is something else, though. I don’t like it.”

John turns to face him. “Be nice, husband.” 

His tie is still crooked; Sherlock fixes it.

“I’m always nice. And we don’t have to impress them.”

John rolls his eyes. “Fine. You want to stay home? Let them get acquainted by themselves?”

“Dads!” 

Together they turn and face their daughter, standing at the door of their bedroom. She looks beautiful, Sherlock thinks. 

Even so, he frowns. “You’re not wearing that, are you?”

She rolls her eyes in precisely the way John does. “Yes, I am. No, it isn’t too short. And yes, I am wearing makeup. This isn’t 1895, you know.”

John smiles. “You look lovely, Rosie.” 

“Where did you meet this ‘Ben’?” Sherlock gives her a severe look.

“He’s my lab partner in chemistry. Does it matter? Are chemistry boys a bad lot? Do they have questionable motives?”

“All boys have questionable motives.”

“Including the two of you?”

Sherlock frowns; John snorts a laugh. 

“So, tell me,” she continues. “Dads. Which of you made the first move? Initiated the first kiss?”

They reply simultaneously. “I did.” Frown at each other. 

She laughs. “No wonder it took you so long to realise. Anyway, I already talked to Uncle Myc about Ben—”

“No,” Sherlock says. “Absolutely not. Under no circumstances should you take dating advice from your uncle.”

John shakes his head. “I’m afraid he’s right, Rosie. Your Uncle Mycroft certainly would like us all to think he knows everything, but sentiment is definitely not his area.”

“I mean, I had him run a background check. I knew he’d do it anyway, and it would make you feel better to know Ben’s not a sociopath or something. Uncle Greg said he seems like a nice young man. And he’s a policeman, so he would know.”

“Your Uncle Greg has met him?”

“Yeah, I took Ben down to Scotland Yard to meet him.”

“But— we haven’t met him yet, and we’re your fathers!”

“I know, but Ben is actually quite nervous about meeting you. I thought if he met Greg first, he’d be more relaxed when he meets you two. And Greg can handle Uncle Myc.”

“Will he meet us at the restaurant?” John asks.

“Yes, the Uncles are bringing him. I’ve called a cab for us.” She listens. “It should be here by now— hurry up, Dads. You both look beautiful.”

When she’s gone to check on the cab, Sherlock turns to John. “The Uncles? She’s invited the Uncles? This must be serious.”

John nods. “I think you’re right. She’s dated lots of boys, but this is a first.”

“He won’t like me,” Sherlock says. “People don’t, as a rule. Like me, that is.”

John puts his arms around him. “The first time I met you, didn’t I describe you as charming?”

“I think you said oddly charming. And that was you, John. I was really trying to make you like me, you know.”

“You succeeded. And if Ben can tolerate your brother, he will certainly like you. And he’s reading chemistry, so you’ll have a lot to talk about.”

“We’re not going to talk about the periodic table, discuss our favourite elements.” Sherlock frowns. “What will we talk about? The last murder we solved?”

“Just be yourself.” He kisses Sherlock. “We’ll be ourselves.”

“Dads! Cab’s here!”

Sherlock doesn’t let go of John. “This could change everything.”

John rises up on his toes and gives him another kiss. “She’s not a little girl anymore. I think we always knew this would happen.”

“I’m not ready.”

“I know. Neither am I.”

“What will we do, John?”

“We’ll love him because she does. She’s living her life, and that’s what we’ve always wanted, isn’t it?”

Sherlock sighs, gives himself a final look in the mirror. “I’m going to deduce him over dinner, you know. You can’t stop me from doing that.”

“I know. Just don’t scare him too much.”

“Dads! Stop snogging, or whatever you’re doing! Cab’s here.”

John smiles at him. “Ready?”

He takes John’s hand, kisses it. “I hope… I hope she’ll be as lucky in love as I’ve been.”

“Dads!”

“Let’s go,” he says. “We need to rescue him from my brother.” 

905 words / Flash Fiction

See? This is fluffier than yesterday's! 💕

@lisbeth-kk @meetinginsamarra @raina-at @bertytravelsfar @momma2boys @jrow @helloliriels @the-reading-lemon @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @elwinglyre @mydogwatson @thetimemoves @jobooksncoffee @lhrinchelsea @peanitbear @gregorovitchworld @7-percent @shiplocks-of-love @khorazir @gaylilsherlock @catlock-holmes @the-reading-lemon @inevitably-johnlocked @discordantwords

#may 2023 prompts #bbc sherlock #johnlock #my fics #date #johnlock ficlet

[minjix]

trouble→ jj maybank x kook!reader

requested! Hey! Can i request for jj? I'm back to my jj era but there's so little fics of him, and most of them are smut, and i want some angst with fluff too ya know!!!!

Anyway, I'd like some season 1 vibes, so could we have kook!reader helping the pogues to steal that water drone thing (dont remember what that was) and she runs with jj when the dog follows them and then you get the rest

I really just need more jj 😭

summary: in which you’re a troubled kook.

a/n: i gotchu <333 also I made the group split up simply to get more jj x reader time :))) love this request btw <333

warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse and criminal activity, also went of script cause this bitch was too lazy to pull up the actual scene :) also didn’t want to exaggerate the fluff, but I can easily write a part two if requested :)

masterlist:

You stood waiting by your car, waiting for the pogues to turn up. You had been relaxing at home when Kie had texted you, asking for a favor.

And out of boredom; you agreed.

So there you were, leaning on your car, waiting for the group to turn up, and they did with a pissed of JJ Maybank.

“What are they doing here?” He glared at you, his heated gaze locked onto yours. You knew who boy was, heck, everyone knew of him. He kept to his friend group and his dad was an abusive asshole.

You weren’t phased, being quite used to not being liked despite being a kook. You parents and teachers called you a troubled teenager, and you wholeheartedly agreed. You got into fights, and you were quite known for stealing shit and getting away with it, which why Kie needed you.

“Hello to you too, Maybank.” You smiled at him, taking step closer to the hesitant group.

“We need them.” Kie said, looking at the three unsatisfied boys. “They’re good at being sneaky.”

The blonde haired boy never took his eyes off you, “they’re a kook Kie.” He spat venomously.

You could take being disliked but being on display in front a group of people who hates you simply because of where you’re from made a lump grow in your throat.

You turned to Kie, fidgeting with your fingers, “maybe I should leave,” you trailed of, walking backwards to your car.

“No! We are going to do this,” she glared at her friends, “or I swear to god.”

Pope sighed and slapped Jj’s arm to get him to stop glaring at you. “Kie’s right man.”

And that’s how you found yourself trailing next to pissed of Maybank.

“Have I done something?” You hesitated to ask, the tension thick. He ignored you. You sighed. “Okay, look,” you grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Can you be more mature? I haven’t done shit to you or your friends,” you glared at him. He was quiet for a few seconds, and a sarcastic chuckle came from the blonde haired boy.

“You’re a kook, that’s enough reason for me.”

You snorted, a bit relieved actually. “That’s it?” A smile grew on your face. It made JJ confused. You continued, “it’s just, nobody really likes me, with reason of course, I’m an outcast I guess, and i thought it would be different when Kie needed my help, because I’m the last person people choose to trust.”

“Why?” He whispered his blue eyes softening after your rambling. You shrugged your shoulders. “I do shitty things, I steal and break things, I fight people when I’ve had too much to drink.”

The blonde haired boy laughed as you both started to walk slowly. “You’re a kook and you steal?”

You laughed yourself, “yeah, can’t help it.”

He gave you smile, “you sound like a pogue.”

That’s win, you thought to yourself. Your took a quick glance at his lips and immediately looking away, your face warm.

You laughed, “yeah, I guess that’s why the ‘kooks’ don’t like me.”

His smile was still present, growing more relaxed by the second, “welcome to our side.”

Not even a second later you both heard barking, ensued by Pope yelling out in fear. The blonde boy beside you immediately took of into a sprint with you running after.

You grabbed Maybank once again, almost letting go when your hand latched onto his instead of his forearm. And the dog made its appearance. It skidded around the corner, it’s eyes set on you and JJ.

“Shit!” You shrieked and pulled JJ away from the animal who’s drool was dripping onto the sandy ground.

It felt like you had been running for years when the blonde haired boy made you stop. He immediately pushed you towards a ladder, connected to a boat, urging you up first.

You both collapsed on the deck, breathing heavily all while the dog below kept barking. And then a man’s voice and you swore you heart leapt out of your chest in fear.

JJ heard your breathing quicken and slapped his hand over your mouth to both help and silence you.

“I know you’re there!” The man yelled over barking and you took it as a sign to remove JJ’s hand. “If I get arrested again, they’ll send me to juvenile detention” you eyes, wide with panic was stuck on his blue ones, less panicked as he thought of what to do. “Do you trust me?” He asked in a whisper.

Your face scrunched up involuntarily, “trust you? Dude, I barely know you.” He chuckled, nodded his head in agreement, “yeah, I know, but for now, do you trust me?” It was quiet as you thought it over. It was well know that JJ Maybank was loyal, no doubt about it. “Yeah, I trust you.”

He gave you a smile which turned forced as he stood up, his hand grasping yours, and you found yourself trying to force him back down before you realized that this was the moment where you put your trust in him.

You both stood, and JJ let you go to raise his hand in surrender. “I’m Luke’s kid!” The guard below became quiet as stared up at you two. “He said he’d beat me if I didn’t get shit for him. He’s still pissed that he got fired.” You stared at the boy beside, who’s hand once again connected with yours, giving a squeeze.

You watched as he sniffled and his eyes turning red. You found yourself frozen in shock. Kie never went into the reason of why she needed your help and you felt an ache in your chest when you thought about this being the reason. The tears that rushed down the flushed face of Maybank told no other story. He was being serious.

The security guard looked emotional too as he sighed, “it’s okay kid, come on down.” JJ helped you down, his hand immediately grasping yours while the other wiped the onslaught of tears rushing down his face. “Thank you,” He sniffled, your eyes now staring on the ground, not knowing what to do. You felt helpless and you hated it.

“Now leave.” JJ thanked the man once again and quickly dragged you away, still wiping his tears. And then he smiled.

“What the fuck.” He glanced your way, looking way too smug but the look in his eyes said something different. He wasn’t exaggerating.

“And that, Y/n is how you lie.” And despite the emotions rushing through your head in a dizzying pace, you found yourself smiling too.

You all gathered by Kie’ van, having successfully stolen the drone for whatever the group needed it for.

You stood, watching them as they all jumped into the van before JJ peaked his head out, “you coming?” He smiled at you, and you found yourself in the van with no questions asked, simply satisfied to be included even though you knew it was only for the moment, when they needed you.

JJ sat beside you with a grin, his hand once again making its way to interlace itself with yours, and you couldn’t help matching his grin.

“Wanna help us steal 400 million dollars?” The blonde boy asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Seriously?” You look around to the van to see everyone nodding, “you may be a kook, but you’re trust worthy,” John B said and you watched as they all nodded along.

“Then, count me in.”

#jj maybank fic #jj maybank fluff #obx jj #jj maybank #jj maybank angst #jj mayback imagine #jj mayback x reader #obx netflix #outer banks #obx fic

[1920sladydectective]

Scarborough - Late 1880s.

Hello Gang,

Here is a sad accident Aesop drabble - TW for violence and death and poor self view.

Let me know what you think, I haven't properly proof read this.

“It’s a fucking boat stuffed with shrunken heads, Richmond,” Sharp laughed quietly, boots squelching in the mud as the pair advanced forward quietly, “I’m not exactly expecting a note worthy battle,” 

“Why in Merlin’s name would somebody smuggle these, anyway,” His partner, Arthur Richmond, murmured as his pale eyes scanned the murky sky, “Fat waste of time if you ask me,” 

“It’s not ours to ask why, Arthur, just to apprehend,” Sharp mumbled sarcastically, eyes darting about as they approached the port where the ship rested.

“Apologies, Your Majesty,” Richmond mocked, as he dodged the whack to his shoulder, snorting at the older man. 

Damp, rotting wooden planks lined the Port, the thick stench of fish, salt and blood consuming them as they covered themselves in a Disillusionment charm, not entirely necessary but a precaution all the same. The slight October chill rattled through their coats as they grit their teeth, listening intently for movement. 

When nothing was detected, they slowly made their way onto the Boat, meeting no resistance whatsoever. 

“Fuck me this lot are lazy,” Arthur said, “Perhaps we will be back in time for that drink after all,” 

Sharp laughed at that, boot buckles jingling slightly as they navigated the dim, winding passages of the boat. They had already come across several boxes and documented them, muttering to each other about the ridiculousness of being sent on such a task with their level of experience. 

Nearly twenty minutes of searching revealed nothing other  than poorly packed cargo, the thrum of air outside growing more persistently the darker the night fell, as Aesop let out a grand rattling sigh and shoved his notes in his pocket. 

“That’s that sorted the-” A green flicker rushed past his ear, as they both instinctively dropped to the ground, letting out a stream of curses. 

“Bastards must have just got back,” Arthur grumbled, “Or they were here and under a potion or what have you,” 

“Whatever it is, let’s arrest them and be done with it,” Aesop sounded more tired than worried, eyes clocking six men as he shot off a spell of his own. 

The Diffindo sliced cleanly through the man’s arm, as the fight broke out, men dancing and jumping around each other. The first two men fell almost immediately, comically, as Arthur muttered a wise crack Sharp couldn’t quite catch, the sloshing water drowning his words as he dodged a Bombarda to the chest. 

Four men remained, slightly more able, though Sharp managed to creatively bind one as he watched the man misjudge the sway of the boat, the water aiding his mission. 

“Gentlemen, is this really necessary?” The adrenaline of the fight thrummed through his veins, as Sharp managed the tiniest smirk, body leaning this way and that to avoid vicious thrusts of magic. 

Arthur let out a laugh, trapping another, as the playing field was evened to one man each. 

“Watch your tongue,” The man to Aesop’s left spat, his dark eyes bearing into his soul. Sharp was not easily shaken, it was not in his nature to be intimidated by those he hunted, but something in the man’s eye spoke to a depravity and desperation Aesop had not accounted for. 

Shaking himself out of the slight shock, he felt the light stab of a Glacius on his arm as he grunted in frustration, taking another to the leg as he was rendered temporarily immobile. Arthur was fighting admirably, but his opponent was matched skillswise and it was showing in his ever so slight fatigue, eyes darting worriedly over to Sharp. 

When he was preoccupied, Sharp bound Arthur’s opponent in order to receive help from his partner with the only man who had spoken, inarguably the Leader. Instead, as the Incarcerus slipped from his tongue, another green flash danced past his eyes. Aesop braced for a pain that never came, as a sickly sweet calmness engulfed him almost making him fall over, as rather than the vicious sting of Crucio, the Imperius Curse enveloped his mind. 

Though he had received training on how to cast the Unforgivables for extreme circumstances, and to withstand the effects of the two less permanent curses, his shock and sudden icy pain had allowed the snare to dig into his brain as a warm, dragging sensation made his mind go blank. 

Arthur was shouting, that much he knew, loud and rough screams as he attempted to fight off attacks. Attacks which oddly enough, seemed to be coming from Aesop himself. Nothing was making sense, other than the quiet lullaby playing at the very back of his mind, his body moving in fluid, sharp motions as he did hardly any thinking at all. Though it may not have seemed like it, Sharp was attempting to fight the curse, mind fracturing in two with the force of it. He could feel what this vicious Bastard was trying to get him to do, and he would not allow it. Though a few of his spells had landed precise hits, his skill surpassing Arthur’s, Sharp had only injured the man. 

The whispers to finish it, the murmurings of that spell were nearly deafening, and the fury at their presence in his mind almost gave Sharp the strength to break the spell’s concentration on his mind. As he felt his sense returning, inch by inch, an almighty scream ripped from his throat as a mind numbing flair of pain engulfed his leg, the shock sinking his mind back into the Imperius Curse as he felt its tension tugging on his head. 

Still, Aesop couldn’t understand the words coming out of Arthur’s bloodied mouth, those words now the only ones rebounding in his mind, the only thought as his free will was burned through like gasoline soaked kindling. He saw the green flash, this time from him, and felt a crushing sorrow that took him a few seconds to connect to. 

The man had dropped the Imperius Curse, on purpose, to let him see the consequences of his weakness. 

Arthur Richmond had been murdered. An entire person, brimming with possibilities and life and humour had been snuffed out. His best friend and partner had died at his hands, due to his arrogance. 

He hadn’t even been able to hear his last words. 

Aesop’s shock was crippling him, the pain in his leg the only thing keeping him alert and conscious as he realised the limb was barely functional, his searing, tear soaked face turned to the snarling, triumphant man. With the only energy he had left, Sharp stunned him momentarily, as he forced himself to grab hold of Arthur’s body and apparate to St Mungo’s. 

There, covered in ice fragments, the mangled combination of their blood and his own vomit, Aesop Sharp collapsed. His last thought was not a kind one. 

Everything had gone so terribly, terribly wrong. Did he even want to survive this? 

#aesop sharp #hogwarts legacy #professor sharp #aesop sharp x oc #aesop sharp x reader #incident

[sitp-recs]

Hi liv!

First up looove your reclists! I read through so many in your pinned post and whenever you rec something I gotta check it out even if at first it doesn’t seem like my thing - and you’ve never steered me wrong!

If you like, I would love some recs for really cheeky, snarky sharp-tongued maybe posh/high society Draco!

Im thinking of the hilarious draco in Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive by loveglowsinthedark it just always makes me laugh or Nights with you by the_sinking_ship for something that’s currently ongoing.

I just love myself some fun and snark (and occasional smutt👀) sooo maybe you can help me find more?

Anyway, hope you’re doinh well!

Love

Vik

Hi Vik, thanks for the lovely message! Your ask truly made my night 🥰 love those bangers by @l0vegl0wsinthedark and @the-sinking-ship btw, Size Queen is a classic and I’m so hooked on Nights already, the UST is killing me! I can’t wait for next Sunday after that cliffhanger 😩

I also adore snarky posh Draco even if I don’t read crack-y fics very often, here are some of my favourites. Enjoy!

Student Digs by Lokifan (2016, E, 4k)

Harry’s living in *student accommodation*. Just the phrase makes Draco shudder.

Stand Back: I'm About to Perform Archaeology by Blowfish_Diaries (2018, E, 9.7k)

A new Muggle Studies professor takes the Eighth Year students to work on an archaeological excavation. In which Draco is lazy, Harry is sweaty, Hermione is drunk, and Ron turns red.

On Target by @the-sinking-ship (2021, E, 13k)

A charity dunk tank, some sorry excuses for friends, a Slytherin with freakishly good aim, a (mostly) empty locker room, and one very small towel. Because, apparently, everyone is dying to get Harry Potter wet.

An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy by 0idontknow0 (2014, E, 15k)

As Draco leaned on the wall to wait for them to get dressed, he could not help feeling like he had done a very kind thing by disrupting them. Someone should give Potter a better rogering than that sorry sod had.

Reparatio by astolat (2016, E, 17k)

Draco snorted. “I’m not reduced to penury. I want something considerably beyond money, and I rather think you’re the only one can give it to me.”

Meddling, Menswear, and Magic by @writcraft (2022, M, 18k)

Draco Malfoy is working in a job he hates and avoiding the magical world entirely, but he really is fine. When a bequest from Severus Snape brings Draco back to a much-changed magical world, he must find his place within it and navigate his growing attraction to Harry Potter in the process.

amid this warm and steady sweetness by warmfoothills (2019, E, 21k)

Harry is not living in a period drama, no matter what his friends or his new house or Malfoy’s sudden affinity for horse-riding might suggest, and if one more person uses the word courting, he’s going to start hexing people.

Slithering by astolat (2016, E, 27k)

Draco found the nest down in the Manor’s cellars, while he was clearing them out.

Bite Me, Hate Memes by pir8fancier (2007, E, 44k)

Draco Malfoy is incensed to realize that someone is trying to usurp his position as the premier Harry Potter hater.

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi (2016, E, 57k)

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

The Trouble with Wanting by waldorph (2021, E, 60k)

Draco Malfoy is cleared of all charges; this is what happens next.

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (2017, M, 131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #posh Draco #humor

[babydaddyleorio]

Hungover

genre: comedy/crack

pairings: reader x nanami

synopsis: Your big day is right around the corner, and you were beyond happy to finally tie the knot with your fiancee, Kento Nanami. As his best friend and best man, Gojo insisted on throwing Nanami a bachelor party before he gets married to you. Of course, chaos is bound to happen if Gojo is in charge of anything, though.

warning: adult situations, profanity, and grammatical errors!

and... this is a rip-off of the movie “The Hangover” if it wasn’t obvious lol sorry not sorry

final note: this story is very random and has been sitting in my drafts for the longest. I’m probably not going to continue this, and it's rushed because I was too lazy to edit lol. Anyways, enjoy the crack.

How could one bachelor party end up going so wrong?

Although Gojo was typically a lightweight when it came to the very mention of alcohol, he still never in a million years expected to become this shitfaced when downing the few drinks he did have last night. His head banged violently as if to constantly be beat like a drum, and his stomach bubbled with irritation as he twisted around in this small space he was enclosed in.

Gojo then retched back in abrupt confusion and slowly wiggled his butt in a side-to-side motion before a frown spread across his lips at how restricted his body felt.

And as Gojo’s palms curiously felt around the foreign walls that surrounded him, it dawned on him that he was no longer in his soft, cushioned bed– but instead sitting in something hard and uncomfortably narrow. His sore eyes slowly peeled open to reveal that he was sprawled in a bathtub, the water from its faucet slightly dripping onto his socks and the railing for the shower curtain sitting across his lap.

“What the hell?” He rasped as he struggled to sit upright, an ache traveling across his lower back as he slid against the tiled wall. However, the unsettling sound of what seemed to be a low growl caught his attention just before he could move an inch further. Gojo’s forehead scrunched in confusion at the sudden commotion before he slowly turned his head to the side, his blurry vision making the unclear figure beside him multiply into threes.

“Who… are you?” Gojo asked in a strained voice, but he was left with no reply. He languidly took his balled fists and rubbed his eyes to clear his foggy sight before blinking them open to see the person beside him.

Only, there wasn’t a person standing beside him.

No, what stood beside Gojo was none other than a Kangaroo.

Gojo squinted his eyes before drunkenly shaking his head.

“Nah, can’t be right.” He hiccuped as he shut his eyes once more, thinking that he should try again since he obviously still couldn’t see straight.

And after about 5 seconds, Gojo peeled them open again.

Just to see that the Kangaroo was still in the same spot he had left it.

Gojo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as he cautiously stood up, the Kangaroo also lifting its arms in a predatory stance at how Gojo raised to his full height. Now Gojo was really regretting drinking as much as he did because his intoxication was making him hallucinate.

“Tuh, the Tequila must be fucking with me.” He sighed before gripping the bridge of his nose in irritation. He looked back up to see the Kangaroo still sneering at him and Gojo chuckled tiredly. He figured he should entertain this idea, you know, since he was still dreaming right now.

“You are seriously one ugly motherfucker.” Gojo suddenly snorted as he examined the oversized rodent in front of him, and the Kangaroo's eyes slowly narrowed into slits as if to understand Gojo’s insult.

“What, got a staring problem, little dude?” Gojo taunted before laughing at himself again, his cocky aurora resuming. His long legs stepped out of the bathtub, wobbling slightly on his balance before he stood face to face with the growling animal.

“Oh, pipe down.”  Gojo scoffed before he flicked its nose. “You’re not even real. You’re in my mind.”

Gojo then made a poof sound and moved his hands as if to emulate an explosion beside his head.

Though, the Kangaroo merely snorted before quickly slapping Gojo across his face.

Gojo gasped loudly as his head flew to the side and he slowly squinted his eyes at how real it felt.

“Um… ow?” Gojo spoke while holding his cheek in disbelief. “That felt a little too real.”

Gojo suddenly stiffened before his gaze hesitantly trailed back towards the animal.

“Hold on a second,” Gojo’s eyes widened as if finally clicking pieces together. “Are you real?”

The Kangaroo nodded its head at Gojo’s question, a mischievous glint now present in its eyes.

“Oh, shit.”

Next thing you knew, Gojo was screaming at the top of his lungs as his body flew out of the bathroom, a result of being completely manhandled by the kangaroo.

Gojo sucked in a deep breath as his body collided into the back of the couch in the living room and he winced at the pain now erupting in his ribs. Normally he would’ve had his infinity on to protect himself, but he was way too out of it to get it activated in time in his defense.

“Hey, could you keep it down? I'm trying to sleep.” Getou yawned while peeking his head over the couch, his eyes still closed and slob crusted on the side of his mouth.

“Considering I just got assaulted by a fucking Kangeroo, no– I don’t think I will keep it down, Suguru.” Gojo hissed in response, causing Getou to knit his eyebrows together in confusion.

“The hell are you talking about? It’s too early for your nonsense, Satoru.” Getou groaned while sluggishly opening his eyes, but all his movements stilled completely once he saw the menacing animal glaring at him from the bathroom's doorway.

“Holy shit, that’s a Kangaroo.” Getou whispered now fully awake, eyes quickly darting towards Gojo. “Since when did we have a Kangaroo?”

“I don’t know where it came from, but it’s fucking evil, that’s for sure.” Gojo spat as he held his side, bitterness leaking from his tone.

The Kangaroo snarled before bucking at them, causing both Getou and Gojo to jump in their spot.

“What do we do?” Getou whispered frantically and Gojo pondered for a second before he snapped his fingers.

“I think I heard on National Geographic that his name is Joey, so maybe If we address it as that he won’t be as mad,” Gojo suggested, thinking that maybe being polite would help.

“You dumbass, his name isn’t Joey, that’s what they call their kids.” Getou rolled his eyes, wondering why he had even bothered asking Gojo in the first place.

“Oh,” Gojo frowned his lips before snorting disapprovingly. “Well, who came up with that?”

“Look, as long as we don't move or make a sound we should be fine. Anything can set him off.” Getou whispered in assurance and Gojo slowly nodded in agreement.

“Okay, I won’t make a peep.” Gojo said while folding his lips inward.

Their plan would’ve been solid, that was if the blare of a ringtone didn’t abruptly sound two seconds later.

The Kangaroo’s eyes shot open and he hopped after them, making Gojo and Getou scatter around the room while yelling in unison. The Kangeroo aggressively bounced after them with absolute murder on his mind.

“WHY IS IT SO VIOLENT?” Gojo screamed before he avoided a punch that it suddenly sent his way. “AND WHY IS IT ONLY AFTER ME?”

“I DON’T KNOW JUST OPEN THE DOOR. OPEN THE DOOOOORRRR! ” Getou’s scream was high-pitched as he jumped on the kitchen counter, grabbing the nearest spatula and waving it around to defend himself.

“Think fast!” Gojo shouted before throwing a pillow at the Kangaroo’s face, causing it to stagger backward. Gojo took this as an opportunity to run towards the front door and swing it open.

“Alright, you want a piece of me, huh, Joey? Well, bring it on, bitch!” Gojo waved a red solo cup that was beside him in the air, copying how he had seen the people on TV try to capture a bull's attention. The Kangaroo threw the pillow to the floor and turned to face Gojo, his beady eyes glaring daggers at him.

It was like a scene out of one of those western movies, where a tumbleweed fell between Gojo and the Kangaroo in the middle of their standoff. Gojo wiped the side of his mouth, and the Kangaroo thumped its foot before thundering towards the white-haired man. Gojo waited and just as it got close, Gojo stepped from in front of the door and the Kangaroo ran out into the hallway. Gojo immediately shut the door and put his back against the door while locking it, breathing in and out heavily before throwing his head back.

“What the hell did we do last night?” Gojo asked while out of breath, turning himself to face Getou. His best friend sighed while dropping his head, but before Getou could answer, they heard a loud bang come from the back room and then footsteps following suit.

“What’s with all the ruckus?” A deep voice called before sucking their teeth in annoyance. “You’re fuckin’ with my beauty sleep.”

Gojo and Getou’s heads turned to see a figure waltzing out of the master bedroom, but their eyes widened once they saw that the figure was also booty butt naked.

“Dammit Toji, put some clothes on!” Getou fussed while covering his eyes with a plate beside him and Gojo whistled lowly at the lethal weapon Toji possessed, and he wasn’t referring to his gun either.

Toji’s gaze lowered down to his exposed area before chuckling deeply to himself.

“My fault.”

Gojo smacked his hand against his forehead because of the pounding headache he still had. The hotel room was completely trashed and Gojo cringed at the damages he would surely have to pay for. Getou slowly eased off the counter he was standing on, scooting away from Toji in disgust as he passed him, and went to grab the phone to check who had called. But as soon as he picked it up, he froze once he saw the many notifications on the screen.

“Well, this is bad.”

Toji stuck his head out of the refrigerator he had just opened with a slice of bread now hanging out his mouth.

“What is?”

“There’s so many missed calls from y/n.” Getou stared at the screen before slowly looking up. That’s when he noticed that someone important was missing.

“Guys…where’s Nanami?”

Everyone in the room paused, those words seeming to snap all their memories back in place. They had come to Vegas for Nanami’s bachelor party, giving the stoic man a little surprise before his big day. Nanami’s wedding was in less than two days, and Gojo wanted him to go out with a bang before he would be tied down for the rest of his life. Though, he figured that he must’ve gotten a little carried away last night.

“Fuck,” Getou groaned out loud while dragging his hand down his face.

“Alright, okay– everyone just calm down,” Gojo stated, although he was inwardly panicking himself since the hotel room was empty of the blonde man. “Maybe he went to go get breakfast.”

“Breakfast isn’t open yet, plus this is his phone. He would never leave it behind.” Getou countered while shaking his head in protest.

“Is he anywhere in the back?” Gojo tried again, but Toji clicked his tongue.

“Didn’t see him when I came from the bedroom. And all the doors have been ripped from the hinges so it’s impossible not to notice anyone.” Toji commented and Gojo sighed since there were no traces of him in the bathroom either.

“Well check his phone, there might be something on it.” Gojo quipped, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor. Toji shrugged his shoulders before going back to fixing a sandwich. Luckily Nanami was too square to put a lock on, so Getou effortlessly scrolled to the camera roll to see the many pictures they took last night.

“Woah, this is insane,” Getou spoke once all the pictures were populated. There were pictures of them partying, and each one just seemed to get even worse the more he swiped.

“I see Nanami in some of these,” Getou commented the more he progressed, though he paused once he saw himself tonguing down an old lady, a look of horror now spreading across his face.

“Huh, never knew you were into Gilfs,” Gojo commented as he peeked over his shoulder and Getou sucked his teeth before hastily deleting the picture.

Yet the next picture they saw was of Choso drinking on the roof.

“Oh no… we forgot about Choso.” Gojo murmured in realization and luckily the roof he was on looked to be the Hotels. The three men all darted out the front door, well after they made Toji put on some pants, to go find Choso.

They ran up the escape exit stairs and burst through the door, and the harsh sunlight made them hiss painfully.

“Choso?” Gojo craned his neck as he pushed his sunglasses down, and Getou cupped his hands to his mouth as he continued to shout for him as well.

“Choso, where are you, man?” Getou yelled, eyes squinting in distress.

“Choso!” Toji sucked his teeth loudly while patting his knees enthusiastically. “Choso, here boy!”

Gojo and Getou immediately stopped and turned to face him.

“Toji, what the hell are you doing?”

Toji paused before looking at them as if it was the most obvious thing ever. “What does it look like– I’m calling Choso, duh.”

Gojo and Getou slowly turned their heads to look at each other before slowly turning back towards Toji.

“No… Choso, Nanami’s best man for the wedding.”

Toji raised an eyebrow.

“He drove with us here… remember?”

Toji raised his other eyebrow.

“Wait… so you mean to tell me that Choso isn’t a dog?” Toji asked in utter disbelief because this was news to him.

Gojo and Getou sighed loudly.

They weren't even going to start with Toji right now.

They ended up splitting up after that and after a few long minutes, luck seemed to fall on them.

“Hey guys, I think I found him!” Getou eagerly called over his shoulder. Choso had his body leaned against the cement door, his arms wrapped around his legs as he sat on the ground rocking himself backward and forward. The three men all stared at Choso with wide eyes before awkwardly clearing their throats.

“Hey, buddy… you alright?” Gojo cautiously asked as he slowly crouched down next to him.

“You guys… left me out here… all last night,” Choso muttered, hair stuck to his forehead and bottom lip trembling.

He truly looked traumatized.

“Jesus, he’s shaking like a stripper. The hell happened to him?” Toji squinted before chuckling lowly.

“Choso, we’re sorry we left you, okay? But we really need your help, right now. None of us can remember where Nanami is, so do you have any idea where he could be?”

Choso slowly shook his head. “No.”

“Great.” Getou breathed while dropping his head because they still didn’t have any leads. Toji stretched his muscles, honestly bored at where this was going. Though, Gojo noticed something under Toji’s tank top.

“Wait, did you get a new tattoo?” Gojo asked with squinted eyes.

Toji looked over his shoulder in confusion to see the tramp stamp that was now on his back.

“Must’ve got it last night.” He scoffed while tilting his head to see it better.

“Wait, what does it say? It could be a clue.” Getou perked up, thinking this could help them find their lost friend.

“It says… property of Monique.” Gojo read out loud before scrunching his face. “Who the hell is Monique?”

Toji furrowed his eyebrows and his gaze flickered to his finger. “Wait, is this a ring?”

“Don’t tell me you got married.” Gojo snorted jokingly before his face fell in realization once he realized everyone around paused with seriousness. Gojo rubbed the back of his neck before looking away. “Damn.”

“There’s a symbol on it.” Getou pointed out, ctrying to change the subject.

“I think I remember seeing that symbol in one of the pictures, it was on a building.” Gojo mused. Getou pulled out Nanami’s phone, pinching his fingers to zoom in to see the symbol that they were talking about.

“There it is!”

“Then let’s go, we need to find him today otherwise we’re screwed.”

The men jogged towards the door in haste, happy they finally got somewhere.​​ Though, Gojo paused since something still felt off.

“I feel like we’re missing something.” Gojo hummed as his pace slowed.

Getou halted before looking around and then sucked his teeth in realization.

“We forgot Choso again.”

Getou and Gojo ran back to go get their traumatized friend, but Toji simply rolled his eyes at the two.

“Some people just don’t deserve pets,” Toji tsked, shaking his head and trailing lazily behind them.

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[fruitcoops]

Could you write something about Alex bonding with Logan and Leo, just hanging out and getting to know Finn’s partners? And maybe sharing stories about little brother Finn 😈 or something like that

Fic O'Ween Day 8: Ghost! Fluffy bonding, character credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW mentioned alcohol (no drunkenness)

“Okay,” Alex laughed, setting his beer down on the coaster while Leo and Logan tried to catch their breath. “Alright, next q—stop it, we’re moving on!—next question: favorite Halloween costume of all time, and why.”

“Merde.” Logan wiped a hand under his eye. His stomach hurt from laughing for…he didn’t even know how long it had been at this point. Two hours? Four? The O’Haras had a way of making every minute magnetic. “D’accord, Knutty, you first.”

“Oh, god,” Leo laughed. He bit his lower lip and stole a fry from Logan’s basket, leaning back against the booth to sling an arm over his shoulders. “Favorite costume. That’s tough, my family goes all-out.”

“Mine, too!” Alex said with the cheerful grin that always made Logan feel at home.

Leo’s face lit up. “No shit?”

“Yeah, man, we used to spend days setting up. My ma once carved 13 pumpkins and they didn’t even fit on the porch.”

“Nah, we always had space.” His drawl was honey-thick, the way it only was when Leo was fully relaxed. Logan loved that sound. He loved how it swayed like a hammock and sweetened the very air—when he pressed a kiss to the corner of Leo’s mouth, he could taste it on the tip of his tongue. A pleased blush highlighted his freckles and Logan felt a squeeze on his shoulder. “NOLA porches are no joke.”

“I bet.”

“But costumes…” Leo drummed his fingers on the tabletop. “I went as a glow-in-the-dark skeleton when I was fourteen and quite literally scared the shit out of one of my teammates.”

“No!” Alex gasped at the same time Logan nearly snorted his rum and coke out his nose.

“Swear to God! I had just passed six feet and he came around the corner of the bathroom looking at his phone,” Leo snickered. “Ran right into my chest. Never heard a guy scream like that. Scared me, too, I thought there was a gotdamn chainsaw killer behind me.”

“How am I supposed to beat that?” Alex muttered, falling back into the soft leather seat. He spun his beer bottle between his fingers with a hum. “I dunno about a specific costume, but there was one Halloween where I convinced Finn that Hershey had started using coconut oil in their chocolate to make it shiny.”

Leo’s jaw dropped. “He’s allergic to coconut!”

“Indeed he is. I had a haul like you’ve never seen. Smartest 12-year-old on the block.”

“He was only eight?” Logan laughed. “Oh, that’s cruel.”

“Eight’s old enough to know better than to listen to your siblings about candy,” Alex corrected. “Finn was so fuckin’ gullible as a kid, you wouldn’t even believe it.”

“I bet he knew better the next year,” Leo snorted.

“You bet your ass he did. Still hasn’t forgiven me, either.” Alex tossed a fry and Logan angled to catch it, but missed—it bounced off his chin and into Leo’s lap, who snatched it right up with a lazy wink. “Batter up, Tremblay.”

“I’m going to win this one,” Logan informed them. “Because Noelle had a boyfriend when she was seventeen and wanted to do a couples’ costume, but she was still supposed to take the rest of us trick-or-treating, ouais? And of course Syd and Aubrey threw a fit when she tried to ditch for this guy from her math class.”

“Of course,” Alex agreed. “I would expect nothing less.”

“Well, anyway, our parents had to get involved and finally Noelle was allowed to bring her boyfriend with us, but Sydney wore her down into matching costumes as well. This is where it gets bad.”

“This is the bad part?” Leo asked, incredulous.

Logan leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Ouais. Shh. Noelle and her boyfriend had decided on going as the characters from that movie Ghost—”

“Oh, no,” Alex said gleefully.

“Oh, yes. All four of us went as different types of ghosts. Syd wore this creepy Victorian dress, Aubrey was a ghost goalie, and since I was ten—” Logan broke off to laugh for a moment. “—since I was ten, I was still their little dress-up doll and none of them could agree on who got to match with me, so they stuck a sheet over my head with the eyeholes cut in the wrong places—”

“Oh my god,” Leo gasped.

“—which meant I couldn’t see shit and Noelle had to hold my hand the entire night.”

Alex had given up on listening and had his face in his hands, elbows splayed on the table while his whole body shook with mirth. Leo planted a sloppy kiss to the top of Logan’s head through his snickering, but eventually buried his face in the curve of Logan’s neck to ride it out until he could take a full breath again. Logan’s whole body buzzed. Not only was he incandescently happy to spend time with two of his favorite people for hours on end, seeing Leo with a smile like that…it was beyond words.

He knew Leo was insecure about how long he and Finn had known each other, sometimes. He had brought it up once or twice—always quiet, always careful—but Logan could read it on his face clear as day. Alex was so entrenched in the bruised bones that made up one-third of their relationship that he would have been worried if Leo didn’t care about him. Even after six years, Logan still held Alex’s opinion in the highest regard.

But if their matching grins and rosy cheeks were any hint, there was nothing to worry about. Logan smiled to himself and leaned further into Leo’s side, sliding an arm around his waist while Leo’s thumb traced patterns by the collar of his shirt. “That settles it,” Alex said as he spread his hands. “Tremz, you win.”

“Oh, please,” Logan scoffed into his glass. “I always do.”

#alex ohara #logan tremblay #leo knut #coast to coast #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #finn ohara #noot fest #fic o'ween 2022 #ghost #bonding #o'knutzy #fluff #halloween costumes

[hazbincalifornia]

Centerpiece

I just realized that I didn't post this over here!

Summary: Gluttony is known for its parties… and its orgies. Blitzo likes feeling wanted. It's a good mix.

Wordcount: 1600

Rating: E

Warnings: Consensual gangbang, minor cum inflation, knotting

Ao3 link

Heat, honey, fur. Blitzo soaked it in, a buzz riding through his blood, and he couldn’t help a little whimper when big, strong hands settled between his horns.

“You like that, don’t you?” The voice had an airy sort of teasing tone to it, and when he was pushed down, cheek rubbing up against the front of a musky pair of briefs, he gave a sound that probably sounded like ‘uh-huh’.

Hopefully it did, anyway.

“Hey, Blitzo, we’re throwing somebody in the middle. You down?” The voice was familiar in a distant sort of way- someone he could imagine a sweet red imp face speckled with freckles to, but couldn’t place a name for.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

“Okay, sweet. Jack, get him.” That got him lifted up and pressed against a firm bare chest, and he curled up with half a purr, coaxed out by the cups of beezlejuice but mostly the contact itself. They smelled like smoke and vanilla and sweat, and he only barely resisted the urge to scrub his cheek against the skin, running high off the energy that always soaked in when Bee was happy and the party was going well.

“Damn, he’s a cutie, isn’t he?” There was a rumbly vibration at the sound of the words, and Blitzo looked up to see what seemed to be an imp and succubus hybrid with his long hair tied back into a ponytail, giving a lazy grin down at him.

“Sure am, big boy.” His tail curled around a thick arm. “You want to take your turn?”

“And you’re sure he’s not-”

“Nah, I’ve seen him drink way more than that. He just likes attention,” the nameless familiar voice said, stroking just below his back spines, which drew out a half-purr.

“Mmm, fuck, just like that…” He blinked up at Jack. “I had, like, two drinks so far. If I wanna get pounded, that’s my business, alright bitch?”

That got a chuckle. “Hey, not saying it’s a problem.” Jack squeezed his ass before dropping him down on one of the huge cushions settled in the corners of the hive that could fit like ten people. Blitzo recognized a few faces.

“Alright, anybody going in the pussy, use a condom, got it? That and the ass get lube, and you can suck me off but I’m not putting it in anybody where it could knock them up, I got enough shit to deal with without a baby.”

A pair of hounds started doing rock-paper-scissors, which made him snort as he curled up with his legs pretzel-style, taking stock of the meat. Jack the hybrid, two hounds that were both easily twice his size, and the freckles guy… Jix, that was his name. There were a few more hounds hovering on the edges that might want to join in the fun too, and he winked over at them. Jix scooped up a cup of the honey from the pits, taking a swig before offering the rest to Blitzo.

“Nice to see you here, man. Still working at-”

“Hey, hey, hey. Work is work, here is here.” Blitzo waved a hand before draining the rest of the cup for emphasis. “The less I think about that mess, the better, got it?”

Jix chuckled, taking the cup back and chucking it towards the trash can in a neat arc. “Fair enough.” His hand was slightly sticky as he cupped Blitzo’s cheek, pulling him into a kiss as one of the hounds cheered from behind them. Someone gripped at the band of his pants, and he arched his hips so they were petting at his butt, which got a snicker before they yanked it down.

Somebody wolf-whistled, and he waggled his ass until somebody slapped it, making him moan into Jix’s mouth.

Jix pulled back first, saliva breaking on his chin as he swiped at it with his wrist. “You want it, Blitzo?” The ‘o’ popped in his mouth, and his eyes twinkled from the shifting lights as his hands roamed hungrily over Blitzo’s body, like it was something he couldn’t wait to devour.

In answer, Blitzo pressed forward, nearly knocking him back and getting a laugh into his mouth as someone pulled his underwear down as well. He spread his legs automatically, and could feel his own arousal growing as it pressed up against Jix’s crotch.

Hands nearly the size of his torso flipped him over, and he almost growled before seeing that it was Jack.

“Hey, didn’t want Jix to get all the fun with such a sexy little piece,” Jack said. “You sure you can take all of this?”

“I think I’m not a fucking pussy,” Blitzo said, raising an eyebrow, and when Jack bent down to start sucking at his left nipple at the same time one of the hounds started pressing in with a lubed-up cock at his ass, his back hitched up and he groaned, elbows and heels planted on the cushion.

The direct sequence of time dissolved pretty quickly after that into a haze of heat, skin, and touch, touch, touch. Everyone wanted a piece of him, mouths and fingers and cocks and one pussy for a while that just wanted to be eaten out, all of them cooing over how hot and cute and sweet and sexy and good he was, how they wanted his mouth, his hands, his thick cock in their mouths or his mouth on their cock. He rode out his first orgasm while he was milking out two more.

“He’s so good, fuck.”

“Man, I wish my girlfriend did that.”

“Don’t those scars look like they hurt? C’mere, I’ll make it better, baby-”

“You sure I can’t just take him home with me?”

“Good boy, you’re such a good boy...”

“Yeah, the ass is great, but you need to try his blowjobs-”

All of it focused on him, praise, affection, care. Bee’s parties were never like other orgies, and he reveled in the way his body sung as his mouth curled around a thick cock, tongue wrapping around it as hands wrapped all around him. Someone grabbed his waist and yanked him down until they were hilted up to the base, while someone else underneath him thrust into his entrance. Everything was full, full, full- they must have passed on that the ones going in the entrance were supposed to use condoms, because only his ass and his throat were coated in thick, sticky cum that always had a special taste in the walls of the hive, and it filled his belly until he could swear it had started to swell as he was pumped from side to side. They were all bigger than him except for Jix and he liked it like that, liked being surrounded by people cooing at his body and his skills, how sexy and good and desired he was.

One of the hounds that took his ass got caught in a knot, and they all got giggly at that, feeling the way it swelled and pushed at the inside of his walls- not to mention forcing in ever-more cum into him until someone started licking at his belly just to see it jiggle a little. When they finally managed to come untied, someone else slid right in with the free lube.

More, more, more. More eyes on him, more hands touching him, more handling like he was something useful. The bystanders had jumped in at some point when they saw how eager he was, and he welcomed them all- he had two free hands and a tail that needed using. Someone tugged at his horns and pulled his salty mouth into a kiss, someone else smacked at his ass until it was raw and forced an orgasm out of him when he was already ready to burst.

Nothing mattered except them, and someone massaged at his sore cheeks before pressing between them again as he nearly choked on the latest length in his mouth. This one felt pointed, and his eyes trailed up to see a snowy, fluffy hound with his eyes closed, completely consumed by pleasure as he thrust forward and howled.

Blitzo could really feel it this time as he swallowed down the seed, stomach groaning and tongue lolling out.

“F-fuck…”

“Shit, you done, buddy?” The hound dropped down on his haunches as the one at his back pulled out. “That was fucking impressive though, sweet shit.”

“Mmph.” Blitzo stared up at the ceiling, stars dancing in his eyes as someone tipped some water in his mouth, which he sputtered in for a moment before swallowing down. “That’s me. Mr…. Mr. Impressive.”

“We have to invite him back for next week.” They were speaking over his head, but he didn’t particularly care when his whole body felt like it had been wrung out like a dishrag. It was in a good way, though, sore in the right places and full in the other right places, the titters of his prowess proof that he’d done a good job.

He was pretty sure somebody called him a ‘sweet hole’, but he was riding high enough that didn’t register as much as the fact that his cheek was settled into a soft lap.

Some of the party moved as voices shifted away, but a few of them stayed and somebody pulled his pants back on. He was pulled up against a warm, fuzzy chest before drifting away, a purr vibrating through his body as the dance music pulsed and he was surrounded by people who wanted him.

#shadow writes stuff #spicy text #helluva boss #blitz #hb

[frozenjokes]

WoF/Third Life Crossover Fic Chapter Four - Great Idea!

NOTE: I use italics to indicate thoughts with the mind reading shenanigans. Italics don’t copy/paste onto tumblr and I am lazy. Ao3 version has italics and you can read that here

Pearl looked around her second period class as the rest of the students filed in, tail twitching. BigB and her walked  in together, Ren came in a couple minutes later with a few other dragons, and last in was Scar as usual. Still no Grian. 

“Did you see Grian this morning? I didn’t even think to check if he was up in the Nightwing nook,” she asked, turning to BigB. The Seawing looked around the classroom, as if noticing for the first time that something was missing.

“Ah, I did think it was quiet in history today. No, I haven’t seen him. You think he’s still asleep?”

“I don’t see how anyone could sleep through Ren’s little morning ballad,” she snorted, causing Ren to turn around.

“Hey! You were already awake anyway!” He shot back in mock outrage, “My Bigwings always made sure we started the morning properly energized before anything else, and I’ll see to it that tradition is carried on. Just you see, you guys will join me in no time.”

“Apparently Grian wasn’t,” BigB murmured thoughtfully, “Or maybe he wasn’t in the cave at all. Have you seen him, Ren?”

“Huh? Whatdya mean? Isn’t he..” Ren swung his broad head back and forth.

“You guys are awful,” Pearl chuckled, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated motion.

“Well maybe you Icewings have strict morning routines and schedules, but I’m not used to getting up this early yet,” BigB yawned, but his dark eyes shining with amusement.

“Yeah, that,” Ren waved his talons, “Have you asked Scar yet? He’s been all over the place today, maybe he’s seen Grian around.”

“No, I haven’t- Hey Scar!” Pearl called, but just as he turned around, their teacher called the class to attention. Pearl deflated, disappointed, but lightened up at an encouraging shoulder bump from BigB. The Seawing had such a kind smile that always seemed to say everything is gonna be alright. Pearl nodded, settling down for class. She just hoped Grian hadn’t run off after whatever had happened yesterday. Something odd is up with that dragon. If only I could read minds and figure out exactly what’s going on.

…

The first thing Grian noticed as his dream began to fade was the warmth of the sun on his wings and back. The second was an odd scuffling sound that abruptly halted as he opened his groggy eyes. The third was four other dragons standing over him with wide eyes. Grian screamed, leaping to his feet and staggering backwards, wings flapping wildly as he attempted a wild escape.

Well we should have seen that coming. Pearl. As the other three stared regretfully, Scar burst out in a fit of laughter so strong, he knocked himself off his own feet and onto his back. 

“Oh-oh my- If only you could’ve seen your face!” Scar gasped, holding his chest. Grian could, in fact, see his face, plastered in Scar’s mind. Was.. was that paint? Ren couldn’t help but let out a little snort, and even BigB and Pearl were smiling.

“Sorry Grian. We didn’t mean to scare you. At least.. I didn’t..” Pearl said, looking sheepishly away, but her smile remained.

“Aw, but he’s being quite the pRoPeR gEnTlemAn about it!” Scar wheezed in an exaggerated accent that sounded uncannily like some of the Nightwatcher council. Ren couldn’t help himself from laughing now, and Grian once again saw a flash of his own face in Ren’s mind. Grian let his wings relax now, more confused than startled. He ran a talon across his face, and found it covered in blue paint.

“No! Not your monocle!” Ren bounded forward, grabbing Grian’s paint covered talon.

“My-my what?”

“Alright, alright, that’s enough of that, you two are gonna kill him at this rate.” BigB stepped forward with a wet rag, handing it to Grian. “You can wash your face with this, and we can get those two back later.” Grian’s mind whirled.

“Get.. them back?”

“Shh, we don’t want to discuss retaliation while Ren and Scar are right here!” BigB chuckled, a playful twinkle in his eyes.

“Oh, you can try!” Ren declared, launching himself at BigB and sending both of them rolling across the rock. Grian looked to Pearl, expecting her to be equally bewildered by their roughhousing, but instead, she let out a loud battle cry in BigB’s defense, jumping into the scuffle.

Grian found himself backpedaling towards Scar, who was watching with uncharacteristic tranquility. Grian settled, eyes wide.

“That’s a bit childish isn’t it?” he asked, quietly mesmerized. Scar gave him a warm look, similar to one of the ones his mother would give him when he was a dragonet. Before she permanently covered her eyes…

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that,” he stated, nodding a little to himself, “If adults aren’t allowed to have any fun, then I’m okay staying a dragonet.”

Grian blinked. He had forgotten these dragons were still so young, not just old dragons hiding in a dragonet’s body. It’s not like I’m treated like an older dragon anyway. Would he ever be allowed to grow up? He wiped his face as Pearl declared victory over Ren. However, after she turned her back, he leapt on her once more, leaving BigB to chase the two rolling dragons around.

As he set down the rag, he noticed a little picnic blanket set out across part of the rock. It was full of fruit from the rainforest as well as a couple prey items from the Prey Hall.

“Did.. did you guys do this for me?” Emotion swelled in Grian’s stomach, spilling out in quick breaths.

“Oh- yeah! You missed a spot on your horns by the way,” Scar said, picking up the rag and pushing it to the spot with leftover paint. Grian took it from him, grateful. Scar continued as Grian wiped away the rest of the paint. “I figured you probably had a lot on your plate.. I mean if I were in your position I think I’d be pretty overwhelmed..We just wanted to let you know we’re here for you! Oh- and I talked to the Headmaster and told him about your sleeping thing- and he totally understood! There’ll be an extra pad on the ground during Sun Time if you want to join the Rainwings while you adjust to your new sleep schedule.”

Grian could have cried. In fact, he might have if it wasn’t for one thing. He jumped to his feet, panic pulsing through his muscles. “Class- did I miss class??” He looked to the sun, which was high in the sky by now. He felt a talon against his leg.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Pearl got that sorted out for you, just lay down.”

“But-“

“Grian. It’s taken care of.” The firmness in his voice reminded Grian of a command. He laid back down, almost automatically, but his heart still raced. Scar removed his hand from his forearm, and reached for a piece of fruit.

“Just enjoy the show,” Scar murmured, peeling the banana he grabbed as Pearl, BigB, and Ren tussled.

Now… that’s an idea..

Grian whipped around, heart racing faster. Was that a Nightwatcher? There was something distinctly malicious about that thought that sent his mind spiraling. What were they saying? Are they angry I’m talking with a Rainwing? He couldn’t hear anything else, but that didn’t mean no one was there. Some Nightwatchers were particularly talented at shielding their thoughts from mind readers. They wouldn’t hurt my winglet would they? 

“Whoa- Hey- are you okay?” Scar was looking at him with intense alarm, and Grian realized his talons were shaking. Even the other three dragons had stopped fighting, looking at him with various levels of concern. Grian folded his shaking limbs underneath himself and tucked his wings close. 

“Grian?” Scar again. He must not have responded. Scar began scanning the rock behind them, looking for what had scared him.

“Sorry,” was all he could manage, eyes glued to the ground. His ears were still pricked, searching for any other crumb of information. Anything at all to alleviate this fear. The silence was deafening. He felt Scar scoot in beside him, leaning in a gesture of comfort.

Only then, Grian was sure he heard a dragon behind him breathe in. Strong. Deep. Purposeful. He shivered. Please don’t. He whimpered, a silent plea to whoever was there, drinking him in. Grian felt an aura of deep satisfaction on his back, and maybe even the breeze of a dragon taking off. He felt nauseous.

Please don’t take this away from me.

#hermitdragons au #third life #third life au #last life #double life #limited life #grian #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #rendog #bigbst4tz2

[firethatgrewsolow]

could u maybe right a modern mitch and rob snippet?

Here’s something I’ve been playing with. Not polished but hope you enjoy it! Thanks for the ask! 💖

Michelle flinched at the soggy snap emanating from the fireplace, her eyes shifting to the stacked wood inside of it. The maple was doing its best to burn, but only managing a steamy sizzle. Not dry enough. She didn’t hear Robert as he crept into the well worn living room.

“I made some tea for us.”

Smiling, she cupped the warm mug he offered. Michelle loved moments like these. No road, no chaos, no press, just the two of them. As he settled beside her, she admired the lines on his handsome face, like she’d done a thousand times before, each one a badge of honor for navigating yet another loop around the fishbowl. There were a lot of loops. But she had her share as well, and had earned them as justly as he had … mainly via the fact that she’d not done away with him. Thus far, anyway, she mused with a snicker.

Robert’s head tilted, his mouth curving. “Penny for your thoughts. What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing.” Michelle sipped her chamomile, savoring the flavor. He’d remembered to add the vanilla. “I don’t know … you, me … us?”

“We do make quite a pair, don’t we?” Robert crossed his legs, reclining into the plush sofa. “Do you miss the fishbowl?”

“Good God, you can read my mind.” She patted his thigh, snuggling closer. “And to answer your question, good God, no.”

“Not even one tiny shred of it? The madness, the adventure …” he trailed off, meeting her gaze with a smirk. “The adoring crush?”

Michelle rolled her eyes. “You forget, my love, the adoring crush, as you put it, was for you. Not me.”

“Ah, but I only ever returned the adoring crush to you.”

“Do you really want to go down this road?” Her brow lifted. “It’s a bit bumpy, if I recall correctly.”

Robert nibbled his lip. “I suppose we’ll, um, stick to the regular route.”

“Good idea.”

Robert raised his mug, tapping it against hers. “I’m full of good ideas.”

“You’re full of something, that’s for sure.”

“You always could see through me.” He clasped her hand, gracing it with a soft kiss. “What a gilded web we’ve woven together. And here we sit. I’m a lucky man.”

Michelle recognized his tone. The countdown to a lazy vinyl Sunday was on. She wasn’t averse to it, although it did mean that the barn repair would have to be put off. Robert wasn’t one to procrastinate, and she had to ask herself why he didn’t just hire out the job, but in truth, she was well aware of the answer. His aspirations to be a “simple farmer” were second only to those of Mr. Bonham. Except for Robert, it was a cloak or a veil, a construct to neutralize the tumult of his alter ego - The Golden God, the superstar, the icon, the list was endless. As was his acute compulsion to broadcast his lack of fascination with it. Michelle knew better, though. If there was one thing Robert adored the most, it was being adored. She snorted, noting his eyes narrowing as she tried to stifle it.

“Well, something seems rather amusing. Care to let me in on the joke?”

Michelle gently waved off the question. “I’m just in my head.” 

“And what a pretty little head-”

“It is,” she finished with a chuckle. “Do you remember that day? In New York?”

“How could I forget?” Robert brushed a pearly wisp from her forehead. “It was the first time I called you my girlfriend. Although I preferred the term paramour or … wait, concubine, I think.” He frowned mightily. “That was before you ruined me, leaving a downtrodden, hopeless soul doomed to wander aimlessly for the rest of my days a heartbroken shadow of a man.”

“You certainly haven’t lost your flair for the dramatic.”

Robert grinned. “What can I say? It’s a gift.”

“Gift and curse are not synonyms, darling.” They shared a quiet laugh at the remembrance. “Oh, I meant to tell you that Pat called. She and John should be here for lunch in about …” Michelle glanced at the mantle clock, “thirty minutes or so.” She cut her eyes at him. “And he wants his kit back. He knows it’s in the barn. The ruse is up.”

Robert cackled. “I told him I sold it on EBay.”

She shook her head, depositing her tea on the coffee table. “And don’t forget to make arrangements to postpone the Morocco trip. Bella texted me this morning that the baby’s due even earlier than they thought.”

At the mention of the newest Plant family addition, Robert beamed. “We’re going to be great-grandparents. Can you believe it?”

“Not really.” Michelle expelled a slow breath. “Time is such an odd thing, isn’t it? At first, it seems like a whole eternity is in front of you, and then all the sudden, it’s behind you.” She smiled as Ari lumbered into the room, their beloved blue eyed merle. “Look at Ari. Even Strider would’ve been a great-grandfather.”

“Not Ari, Aragorn the second,” Robert corrected.

“Right. So regal. Such royal lineage.” Michelle scratched the collie behind his ears. “You’re from good stock, Aragorn. Your great grandfather was famous.” She glanced at Robert as he took his turn with the pup. “I’ve never asked, but did you mean to misspell Bron-Yr-Aur on the record?”

“Christ, who knows? There was a lot going on in days of yore. And some of it might have been a bit mind-altering,” he added, snickering.

“Some of it?”

“We weren’t complete heathens. We had our moments of lucidity.” Robert shrugged. “Occasionally, anyway.”

Michelle sat back, her mind wandering. “Do you ever regret not buying it? Bron-Yr-Aur?”

“I’m not sure.” Robert pursed his lips, stroking his beard. “I don’t believe so. I largely try to avoid regrets.”

“So I’m told, Mr. Plant.”

His chuckle gradually waned. “I suppose there are times when I think about it. The cottage … that spring. It was such a, well, you know what it was. I’ve told you a million times.”

“Tell me again,” she whispered, squeezing his hand.

He pecked the tip of her nose. “We were babies. It was right before we met.”

“A year before we met.”

“Good Lord, woman, at our age a year’s ten bloody minutes.”

Michelle swatted the curly silver locks spilling out over his shoulder. “Speak for yourself, you old bugger.”

Robert laughed, his eyes growing as misty as the craggy ridge they’d hiked the prior evening. “Sometimes it feels like yesterday, and sometimes it feels like another lifetime.” He cupped her chin, caressing her cheek. “But yeah, I do think about it.”

#mich and rob #old man rob #modern mich and rob #this was fun #albeit sappy 🤷🏻‍♀️ #rough but i think it has promise #i may continue it #hmm

[justtuesdays]

meet the bombshells: interview

thanks again everyone for all your comments and support (and love, always love). the only way to cope this season is to shower our mc’s with some fun-loving group of bombshells. so I made three and then made another three. so if you’re looking for ig, marco & tandy’s interview or confessions look here. otherwise, here’s lambda, yosi & roma’s interview. feel free to send ask for any of the six!

✖️so the audience’s met the first set of bombshells, and wow! but look at you three— my days! so, tell us all, a bit about yourselves.

R: (smirks) "Requirements did say, hot— I'm Ro, short for Roma. Twenty-nine. Bi. Race-car mechanic. And yes, I do ride...in all the senses."

L: (snorts) "I guess we're coming in guns blazing (Roma shrugs, Yosi smiles) The name's Lambda, my brother the math nerd got to name me. (Yosi turns piqued with interest) Are you a nerd too, Yosi? Intelligence is sexy. (Yosi blushes) We'll get back to that later— (Roma nods) Twenty-seven, demi and professional gamer."

Y: "Professional gamer? Is that all? It felt like there was more. (Lambda winks) Right...I'm Yosiah Hamdy. It's either Yosi or Hamdy, twenty-five, figuring things out— um and, vet."

✖️ what are your types?

L: (cuts Roma off, sends them a smile) "Dr. Hamdy, huh? I like it! It’s about time we had a few people who could hold intellectual conversations. (Producers gesture for her to move on) What? That’s the best way to segue into— my type are people I can hold both intellectual conversation just like idiotic ones. Someone who enjoys a good laugh and a good meal…someone… who…doesn’t think my career is a joke—”

Y: (offers Lamba a one-sided hug, Lambda leans into him) “You’re awesome and no one else’s opinions should matter, but most times they do. It’s the human condition. (He shrugs) My type…a decent human being.” (Roma and Lambda chuckle, Yosi smiles)

R: “Ditto on that one, Doc. If only there were more than a handful. (shakes their head) My type…someone who can keep up, who’s interesting and if they want an actual relationship…(Lambda snorts, Yosi raises a brow) someone who isn’t scared to call bull-shit.”

✖️looks or personality?

L: “And what I’m getting is that no one’s ever done that. (Roma smirks) Where exactly did you say you were from? (Roma answers) Ahh…well I’ll happily take the bull-shit caller role until someone steps up. And, personality for me.”

R: “Definitely personality for me, but looks doesn’t hurt anyone right?“

Y: “That depends on your expectations. (Roma replies) I suppose not having expectation could work, theoretically. But, I’m gonna go with personality too.” (Lambda high-fives him)

✖️turn-on and turn-offs?

R: (holds out their fingers) “Turn-ons: nice hair, nice lips and knows what they’re doing. Turn-offs: a liar, tries to mansplain cars to me, generally mansplains shit and clingy.”

L: “Here I thought you liked them clingy. (Lambda giggles, Roma smiles) Hmm, I actually have to give the turn-on a good think. Turn-offs: doesn’t take my career choices seriously, can’t take an L, overbearing— (Yosi stares quizzically) Look, there’s little I can do when it comes to avoiding bruises, it’s the nature of roller derby. (Roma smirks, Lambda continues) Turn-ons: somewhat of a homebody, supportive, can cook…god knows I’m lazy and take-out is only good for so long. Doesn’t mind playing nurse once in a while. And…that’s it I guess, wait, nice eyes.”

Y: “Roller derby, what you’re a Jammer, then? (Lambda beams) My sisters a big fans of derby, maybe I’ve seen you play. Anyways, it’s not a long list for either. Turn-offs: hates animals, condescending, and chews with their mouths open. (Lambda cracks a cow joke, and burst out laughing, Yosi smiles) Turn-ons: has a great sense of humor, gets along with my family, doesn’t mind the quiet days and loves animals.”

✖️worst dates?

R: (Lambda nudges them) “I’m starting to think you are enjoying this, Lambda. (Lambda sticks her tongue out, Roma pretends to grab it) Ok, most people know this one, so I won’t be surprised if I come back to Twitter sleuths. I once went out on a date where my partner thought to surprise me with their cooking. Great cook. But bloody awful memory that one. I’ve told them time and time again that I was allergic to mushrooms and sure not twenty minutes into our food, I’m lying on the ground unable to breathe and they’re panicking. If you’re gonna go ahead and attempt to kill me at least help them out with their epi-pen.”

Y: (He cringes) “Yikes. If something like that happens here, I can help you with the application. Hopefully, it doesn’t. (Roma pounds him) Does it count if it happened before the date? (Lambda and Roma nod) So, my date offered to pick me up from the field, and they got their a lot earlier then expected. I was helping deliver colts, and they vomited.”

L: “Noo! They didn’t. (Yosi nods) How do you even go on your date after that? (Yosi answers) At least you didn’t have to go to lunch with vomit-breath. My worst date would be at the arcade. (Roma asks why) They thought I’d enjoy some competition. But, I got the satisfaction of winning and watching him storm away like a kid. Fragile masculinity. What can you do?”

✖️biggest romantic gesture?

Y: (rubs the back of his neck) “I got them a puppy.”

R: “Now, that’s sweet, Yosi. You’re a big softie aren’t ya? (Yosi blushes) Someone once filled my car with flowers.”

L: (She laughs) “I think they mean your biggest romantic gesture, Ro. (Roma shrugs) I was seeing this girl in a band once, and I liked their music so I used their music for one of my videos.”

✖️have you ever cheated or been cheated on?

L: “Never. And, yes I’ve been cheated on.”

Y: (mildly upset) “That’s shitty of them. (Lambda offers a weak smile) I don’t cheat. And as far as I know, I haven’t been cheated on.”

R: “Yes and yes. (Yosi and Lambda look on curiously) I came clean to them and then broke up. Apparently, being on-and-off all the time we kept losing track of when we were even together so a lot of what we did was cheating. It wasn’t really serious, but man did that f*** me up.”

✖️would you guys take back an ex?

R: “No.” (Producers ask them to elaborate, Roma doesn’t budge)

Y: “Um, I think so. It would depend on the situation we broke up in.”

L: “I couldn’t. No matter the situation. I hold grudges for a while and I’d hate to be the one to bring old shit back up.”

that was enlightening! glad you guys aren’t the ones in the villa with the ex. next time, we’ll have these guys answering your beach hut questions. until then, keep on sending those asks.

#litg5 #litg bombshells #oc bombshells #oc: roma valdez #oc: yosiah hamdy #oc: lambda rojas #meet the bombshells #interview #send in your asks #they'll be answered #tuesdays: ocs

[the-wardens-torch]

FFXIVwrite2022 Prompt # 25: Free Day (haven’t thought of a real title and I’m too tired to proofread it, let alone name it.)

I... actually did it. I think it stands okay on its own if you don’t feel like reading three times as much text, but since its technically part of a trilogy, here are the first two parts;

Forgiven (from FFXIV2019)

Laughing Steel (from FFXIV2020)

Anyway - content warning for a rape mention and a bit of graphic language

***

“Look, Al… you know I don’t know when to shut up.”

“But I do know that when you do shut up, something is wrong. And you’ve  been a little quieter than usual.  So unless something really really changed about you over the last few years… Something‘s on your mind, and has been for years.” Alain said.  The attentive sincerity in his brown-violet eyes was still there, and given what had happened, it hurt to look at him.

“How the fuck are you still being so nice?” Fal cast his gaze into the stark, deep shadows in the plaza below. Fal clasped his hands in front of him, all but obscuring them in the sleeves of the red Ala Mhigan garment Al had draped across his shoulders just moments earlier.

“I just missed you, Fal.  That’s all.  You’re the best friend I’ve ever had and we haven’t seen each other for years.  Even if you never want to say a word about the last time I saw you, I’m just glad to see you now.”

“I practically raped you, Alain!” Fal spat the words with uncharacteristic violence, purging them from where they’d been festering inside of him for years. “You were feeling guilty about letting me get hurt in Copperbell, and I used that guilt to get myself a pity lay like some sort of… lazy jackal going after a tame aldgoat on a hobble.”

Fal shut his eyes and squeezed his hands together so hard that they hurt.

“No…” Alain piped up tentatively. “ I didn’t think… you could rape someone… from the … um, receiving end.”

Fal snorted loudly as something between a bemused laugh and a scream of frustration tore up from his throat and through his sinuses, causing some of the people on the streets below to look up in alarm.

“Really, Al?  I appreciate what you’re trying to do here but me bottoming doesn’t matter. The problem is that I never asked you. I just grabbed your dick and told you to get busy.”

“I didn’t say no, did I?” Alain said.

Fal’s face was hot and his hands were shaking now.  Shame was not an emotion that came easily to him, and Alain trying to hide in the gray zone of it all made him feel so, so much worse.

“You’re just… Too pure for this world, aren’t you?” Fal shook his head. “And then I felt even worse later when I remembered what you’d told me before the whole Copperbell fiasco.  About still being a virgin?  I always thought the concept of virginity meant fuck all and I remember you saying that you don‘t care much about it either, but whether it matters to you or not, for better or for worse… You never forget your first time.”

Alain stayed quiet.  Fal could hear the sounds of his fingertips drumming against the sandstone wall they were sitting on.  It was excruciating. He either had to get out, or dig deeper.  

Fuck it, Fal. Just go for broke.  Overshare. It might make him laugh.  Just say something, for fuck’s sake. It doesn’t matter anymore. Can’t get much more awkward than this.

“Speaking of which, wanna know something really embarrassing? I lost my virginity to a whore twice my age. That my mother hired. I’ve never told anyone.”

Fal looked up to find Alain staring at him.  His expression was hard to make out in the fading light, but it looked like shock.  But shock was better than a lot of alternative emotions.

“Are you kidding me, Fal?  I mean, I knew you worked in a bawdy house that those sorts of people frequented, but… why? Really?

“Yeah. She said it was a tradition of her tribe for an older, more experienced woman to ‘initiate’ a boy into manhood before he could do anything stupid that might get him into trouble. I was 14 at the time so all I could think of was how damn lucky I was to be ahead of the game. A big experienced man who got to fuck before all the other kids even had a full set of pubes.”

“14?  That’s… not right.”

Fal sighed.  He had always suspected that it had been a mistake for his mother to arrange such a thing, and hearing someone agree with him was more validating than he had ever imagined.

“Yeah, I guess was pretty sick.  Maybe that’s got something to do with why I did… what I did. What made me bring it up is that what I did to you, was your first time.  It wasn’t what you wanted, and I knew it.  But I pushed you to it anyway. Just like someone pushed me. I didn’t see you again the next day, or the next, and when you still weren’t there after they booted me from the infirmary, I thought I’d driven you away forever by being a self-centered little prick.”

“Fal.  You wanna know the truth of it?“ Alain gently grapsed Fal’s shoulder and leaned a bit closer.  His mouth was curved in a smile, but his eyes still held that hint of sadness.

“I did it because… I thought it was what you wanted. You were my favorite person in the world, and I‘d just failed you by letting you get hurt. I thought you were going to die. But you didn‘t, and if that was the first thing you wanted to do when you felt better, who was I to say no?”

“I thought I wanted it too, Al. And are you really asking me who you are to say no? You’re you, that‘s who.  Alain.  Alain Daltamar. You own yourself and you can always say no, especially if its something someone else wants from you that you don’t want to give. Shit, and now look at you, you’ve gotten so caught up in making me feel better that you don’t even think you deserve an apology. But you do.  I’m sorry.”

Fal mirrored Alain’s sad smile.

“I don’t doubt that, Fal.  Every ilm of you looked sorry from the moment you recognized me in the marketplace. And  Fal, you know I’ve always been a lousy liar, so I won‘t deny why I didn’t come back was because I was angry and hurt, but I didn‘t feel like I… deserved to be? I didn’t come back was because… I just didn’t know what to say.”

Fal touched Al’s chest gently with one finger, right above his heart.

“I’m flattered but your heart is the only part of you I want to be inside of? And only metaphorically?”

Alain grasped Fal’s hand and burst out into his signature clear, clean laughter.  Fal hadn’t heard it in years. When the laughter subsided, he patted Fal’s hand amiably before releasing it.

“I guess so, but its not that exactly.  Well, it is that, but I don’t really want to… do that… with anyone, to be honest.  I haven’t done it again since.” Alain’s speech was halting. The lamplighters had begun to light the plaza below, and Fal could his face become clearer and clearer against the encroaching light.

“I’ve had opportunities…” he continued. “People find you very sexy when you’re a Bloodsands gladiator, even if you’re like I was and never made the top ranks. But it just… didn’t feel right. My body didn’t want it and my mind wanted it even less. Not with men, with women, or anyone else.”

Fal went silent for a moment as bits of his own love life tumbled through his mind.  Sex was great.  Sex was fun. But had he ever really even considered that the alternative was okay too? He looked up at the sky. The sun had dipped behind the city walls and was no longer visible, but even in its absence it turned the sky a deep ocean blue. He put his arm around Alain’s shoulder, and Alain returned the gesture without a second thought.”

“Al, even if you railed me into the next astral era, it wouldn’t make me nearly as happy as this does.”

And with that rapid and filthy subject change, it was like no time had passed at all. 

Gods, he had missed that laugh.

((THAT’S RIGHT I FREAKIN DID IT AAAHHHH. And then they show up to Pride arm-in-arm and Alain is wearing an ace flag and Fal is wearing a pan flag. Also Reonora is on his other arm with her lesbian and/or bi flag if Adeat says its okay. Fal has two arms after all. And now he knows that both of his BFFs love him but not in that way, and he can be at peace.))

#ffxiv2022 #prompt 25: free day