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mae-gi-writes · 3 years

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Yūgen | Sunwoo (The Boyz)

Yugen (n.) a profound, mysterious sense of the beauty of the universe that triggers a deep, emotional response.

Requested by anon! In which Sunwoo, the ace of the volleyball team, is curious about what you’re drawing all the time. Until one day, he stumbles upon a drawing of himself made from yours truly.

Genre: fluff, volleyball player! Sunwoo and art student reader, shy love, softness, and inspired by haikyuu because I have been obssessed with the anime lately TT__TT A/N: It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve posted here! Slowly but surely, I’m going through my inbox and replying to your requests. Thank you for your patience, stay safe loves, ily all xx

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Sunwoo wasn't artistically inclined.

But that never stopped him from admiring those that were. He was always so curious as to how just a flick of fingers managed to create a shadow, or how just one glance at a subject made it through onto paper without so much as an effort to remember the details. It was like it was automatically recorded into one's brain, hands already registered to mimic the curves and the folds and the shadows that turned into nothing short of a miraculous piece. So when he caught sight of someone drawing, it always piqued his interest. He stumbled upon you one late afternoon after his volleyball practice, with sweat dotting his forehead and his training bag slung casually over his shoulder. He was about to direct his way to the parking lot upon exiting the gymnasium, only to spot a lone figure huddled upon the bleachers and curled into a ball that caused Sunwoo to frown. Slowly sidling up to the stranger in question and peeking over the railing to catch a glimpse of your face, his eyes are instantly driven to the sketchpad in your hands.

You didn't notice him though, so absorbed in your own world with earphones blocking out reality that a tsunami could've gone unnoticed. So Sunwoo took advantage to climb over onto the opposite bleacher and, after ensuring that your back wouldn't turn to greet him, leaned over the separation to catch sight of a lone figure cartwheeling freely over the page. Woah. You were talented alright. There was nothing else to describe the fluidity of movement you caught with your pencil. It made Sunwoo's breath catch in his throat. He had the sudden urge to know exactly what kind of face hid behind the visual mastery manifesting before his very eyes. After all, there must be other things for them to see rather than the boring literal reality that most people settled for. What kind of imageries were they creating in their heads? What beautiful stories were they crafting? Worlds they got lost in? You moved then, causing Sunwoo to jolt back and scurry away with his heart beating out of his chest, deciding that it was enough spying for the day. After that day, he made sure to seek you out every time after practice although he noticed you never strayed too long in the same place, always moving about like a shadow lingering in the corner, invisible yet omniscient. Sometimes you would find a quiet spot in a patch of sunlight by the tennis courts. Sometimes you'd be found on the bleachers, alert eyes observing every pass, every move, every twist of a body like camera taking everything in. Sunwoo never approached you. Not that he didn't want to, but he found it awkward to just come up to you and present himself as the guy who'd been stalking your drawings. So he admired you from afar instead, relished in the passion of your dark coffee coloured eyes and in the attentive focus dipping your eyebrows in a soft frown, lips paeted slightly in concentration. "Do you know her?" He'd asked one of his friends from the volleyball team once, during their lunch break as he saw you line up at the cafeteria. Changmin took a peek at your face before he shook his head, "she might be in one of my electives." "Which one?" "I think it's art." Sunwoo forced his face to remain in a mask of calmness as he grabbed a steak sandwich, no fries, "do you know her name?" "Nah. I don't think she's ever spoken in class," Changmin's eyebrows quirk up then, "why'd you ask?" "No reason." Changmin's pointed look defined anything but that. Although he did have the decency to drop the subject as soon as the rest of the volleyball team joined the table. Sunwoo got his answer a few days later when he practically toppled over you and your drawing crayons. It was his mistake. He'd been leaning too far out from the top of the basketball bleachers, struggling to get even the smidgest glimpse of what amazing piece of art hiding under your jacket sleeve, only for his foot to slip. Down he went with a curse, crashing straight into your body and quickly scrabbling to wrap his arms around your head, a pathetic attempt to cushion your fall as you fell into a heap in front of the bleachers. "You--you okay?" He huffed out, breathless and heart beating like a time bomb. Pulling his arms away slowly, gently, he finally met your gaze straight on and --oh my, your eyes were not coffee coloured at all. But more of a honey-brown, wide open and framed by soft lashes. Currently dilated in panic. "I'm fine! What--What about you? Oh gosh, I'm so sorry--" "No it was my fault," he made a grab for your sketchbook and scattered pens only for his orbs to register the face messily etched onto the paper. His breath caught. For a minute, he could do nothing but stare at the replica of his face made in charcoal. Those were his eyes, his slightly crooked nose. The scowl he wore during his soccer matches. That was him. The resemblance was akin to that of perfection. That was before your hands snatched away the sketchbook before you quickly slammed it closed, cheeks blazing red, "that's-- I swear I"m not a creep, I-- I just do that for practice--" "It's amazing." Your head-- which had been bowed this entire time for fear that anger would be his response -- shot up in surprise, "what?" "It's amazing," Sunwoo repeated. He wouldn't mind repeating it forever, he realized, if that meant he got to see that aforable blush of yours. He reached out with his hand, "can I look at it again?" So you allowed him after some slight hesitation, and if he noticed, he didn't comment. Fingers brushing against yours slightly, he handled the sketchbook with utmost care as he flipped through the pages with child-like awe. He'd seen your drawings, sure, but mere glimpses here and there, a sneak peek, always accompanied with the fear of being found. But now, he could take his time and actually relish in the soft tracings of your crayon, admire the gentle shadings that made up the tip of his nose. You had managed to capture that frown -- the one he used whenever he concentrated -- to perfection and for a minute he swore he'd fallen in love with himself. "You're really good," he murmured, though that definitely banalized the array of praises popping through his head, "you should keep doing them. I mean it." "So, you're not--" you paused, "mad?" "Well I think you'd have more reason to be mad if you knew I was stalking you from before." "What?" Oh Sunwoo, you idiot. Your eyes had tripled their size and you were looking at him like he'd just grown a second head. He lifted his hands as defence, "that sounded so much better in my head. I swear I'm not that creepy, or a stalker, I just--well you're always drawing and I got curious but I can't really come over and tell you to show me so I had to hide and peek and--" You burst out laughing in his face and despite the fact that he was the cause, he couldn't help joining in with a small chuckle, a grin spreading across his features at how alive you looked at this very moment. "You can ask me next time," your grin settled into a soft smile, "I don't bite." "Your words, not mine," he said, tone lighter and teasing. He helped you gather your belongings and as the pair of you started towards the school gates, he asked for your name. "Y/N," you answered, "and you?" "Sunwoo," he noticed the sky was darkening into purple, a sign that twilight was approaching. Usually, he'd be in a hurry to catch the last bus of the evening to avoid the pain of traffic after six. But it was like his body was slowing down on its own to join your pace, as if he was automatically tuning in to the rhythm of your steps. He found he didn't mind. "So why athletes? Any special reason why you like drawing them?" He asked as you reached the gates. "I just like watching the way they move. It's ...graceful," a hand went to rub the back of your neck, "and they come in handy for figure practice." "I mean, we're not that graceful when you're on the pitch ready to get blown away," he chuckled, "but thanks. At least we know we don't play like animals." "Oh god no. The volleyball team's pretty good. The rugby team on the other hand..." you sigh before you shake your head, "that team is nearly impossible to draw." His shoulders shook as he laughed, "well I don't think they aim for graceful. They look like a pack of wild dogs. Even I don't understand how they play." You had reached the said bus stop by then before you spotted your mother's car along the sidewalk, "oh, my mom's here," you turn to him, "where do you live? Maybe we can drop you--" Meeting your mom? On the first day of meeting you? Sunwoo's hands flew up, shaking them wildly in response, "oh no no, that's not necessary. I'll see you tomorrow!" Thank god for the bus that pulled up at the right time so that he didn't have to linger longer than he needed to. But he didn't miss the small wave of your hand as you watched him go, the smile on your face warming his heart even when it was one of the coldest winter days of the year. From that day onwards, Sunwoo made it a must to make his presence known whenever you were deep in your sketches, always observing, sometimes silently keeping you company and sometimes getting so wrapped up in conversation that your pens would lay forgotten by your bag as you bantered back and forth about subjects that would've made people throw you looks of concern. It became routine to have Sunwoo's head pop up from behind the bleachers or to see him walk up the path to your special hiding spot, right where your gaze would meet the tennis court. You sketched him more and more, folding your drawings into your bag so that he wouldn't see although the urge to catch his face on paper was a growing addiction you couldn't ignore. Even your friends had noticed his lingering presence, proceeding to prod you with questions reflecting their curiosity. "He's from the vòlleyball team isn't he?" Yeji asked one time during lunch, upon noticing the way the said young man's stare lingered over the back of your head before turning away just as quickly, "do you know him?" "We've spoken once or twice." "How do you know him?" Your other friend, Saeron, nudged you with a wriggle of her brows. You brushed her teasing away, "we bumped into each other and then he saw my drawings." "Oh right, you do sketch athletes," Yeji leaned forward, mouth full of bread, "did you sketch him?" "I did, actually." "Oh awkward," Saeron giggled, "he's handsome though, can't deny that. You gotta introduce us sometime." You mumbled out an agreement even though you sat with them just for the sake of having people around. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate them. You did. But they seemed to speak a language you couldn't quite grasp. You would rather sit in your own silence, enjoy your own company if that made sense. Maybe that was why it was so surprising, that you allowed Sunwoo to linger as long as he wanted to. There was something authentic about the way he reacted to your words, an unguarded expression that made you comfortable enough to speak up without fear of judgment. Spending time with Sunwoo was listening to water trickle down the river. Smooth and free. Peaceful. But Sunwoo seldom knew of your high regards, was not aware of the tiny sketch of his figure in mid-spike that was hidden in the pocket of your school skirt so that you could take a peek whenever you felt out of place or nervous. It calmed you down to admire his composure, even if his expression was a mere mimic that could not replace reality. "Do you have any material in particular that you like to use?" Sunwoo asked one cloudy afternoon, breaking the silence while huddling a little closer to peek at your newest sketch of Lee Juyeon; a basketball star player known for his quick reflexes and adept playing style. Not only was his skill on par with that of a Nationals team, but his looks had garnered him quite a fanbase from the get-go. Sunwoo would've liked to say that he wasn't jealous of the way your thumb gently applied shade to Juyeon's lower lip. But the spike in the middle of his chest proved him otherwise. "I like charcoal the most, it's the easiest to work with," pausing to admire your work, your eyes glanced over at him, "do you draw?" He scoffed, "like a five year old." "Wanna try?" "No way. I'll ruin it. I'm okay with admiring it from afar." You hummed an unknown tune as you pulled back your sketchbook, "how is practice?" "Alright. Could be better. We won a practice match last week so we're kind of taking it easy." "That's good though isn't it?" Your gaze met his. His eyes were various gradients of warm maroon and you wished-- at this very moment -- to paint his features into memory. That was when you realized how close you were. You shuffled slightly back and didn't notice the frown Sunwoo threw you in response, "it is. And I'm happy we get to rest. The team deserves it." "You're pursuing it in College?" Your eyes tried not to linger too much over his lips, "volleyball, I mean." "Depends," he smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes, "if we make it to the Nationals." "You will." "Someone's confident," he chuckled. "Well I'm no pro but even I can tell you're talented, Sunwoo," you peeked at him from behind your fringe, glad that you could blame the cold for your red cheeks when just the intensity and closeness of his entity made you want to squirm, "so if there's anyone who can do it, it's you." It was impossible to keep eye contact after such a confession. You lowered your gaze, glad for your sketchbook that acted as a distraction. It was at that very moment that the paper tucked so neatly in your pocket slipped out, causing Sunwoo to quickly make a grab for it. You made a noise of protest before trying to snatch it back, but the boy only chuckled before unfolding the creased page so that there he was, depicted in all his glory. "Is that--" his voice was hoarse and you took this as your chance to steal it from his grasp, reddened cheeks burning and fingers shaking as you folded it back to its tiny square shape, "is that me?" "Y--yes." "You--you keep that with you?" "I--I do," you lifted your chin up defiantly, though you felt your limbs trembling. His eyes, they pierced your own, piecing together a coherence that caused your stomach to fill with butterflies. When he spoke next, his words were a mere murmur. "Why?" "I--I don't know," eyes darting towards the ground, you mumbled, "I just like watching you...play." A pause. Then, Sunwoo shifted a little bit closer. "You like watching me play? Or do you like," he cocked his head, "watching me?" If you were red before then you were probably the colour of a fire engine truck by now. Averting your eyes and turning your head away were instinctive responses due to the blood rushing through your face. "Stop flirting with me," came your mumble. Laughing softly in response, he scooted himself a little closer, so close that his shoulder brushed your back. He leaned over, head tilted to catch your expression. "Cute," his lips broke out in a crooked grin and you swore you felt your heart explode. Flustered, you shoved him away out of instinct but he wasn't having any of that. His hand grabbed your wrists and with a yelp, you were dragged even closer to his chest. "You like looking at me that much huh?" His tone was teasing while his eyes glimmered with playful mischief, "why is that,Y/N?" "You ask as if you don't know," you mumbled out through jumbled words and you were glad he actually understood you. But instead of laughing some more, his features softened into a smile instead as he proceeded to gaze down at you with an expression you couldn't quite place. It was in your normal behaviour to admire people. Not the other way around. And at this very moment, you felt way out of your comfort zone. "I don't know." Your orbs flew up to his in surprise and what you found in those coffee-coloured pupils made your breath stutter, heat coiling through your abdomen. "It...it calms me down," your whisper was barely louder than a breath but by the way Sunwoo's smile widens to reach his eyes, you could tell he heard you just fine. "I like watching you too," he replied. A strand of your hair caught in the wind and he raised his hand to curl it around the back of your ear, his touch ghosting with sparks wherever flesh bumped into flesh. You felt warm. He didn't pull away. Didn't bother hiding the slight dust of pink in his cheeks either, as he slowly allowed his palm to cradle the side of your face. Gently. As if he feared you might run away, recoil back. But you didn't. Even with your breaths going staccato, even if your heart felt like a wild animal. You calmed yourself down with the knowledge that he seemed just as nervous as you were and suddenly, out of a stroke of boldness, your hand went up to hold on to his, pressing it close to your cheek. His breath hitched. You shivered. The wind blew against your figures, a gentle reminder that the day was coming to an end. You weren't exactly sure what changed that day. There were no verbal agreements, nothing that suggested your relationship had changed. Yet, the subtle touches of his hand against your back, your shoulders, moving your hair from one shoulder to another, complemented by his gentle doe-eyed stare that made your toes curl, these changes were small, but significant. And you couldn't find it in your heart to say that you disliked it. What are we? The words lingered at the tip of your tongue, as bitter as the aftertaste of coffee as you stole small glances in his direction. You were sitting comfortably under a tree that overlooked the tennis court where Sunwoo had decided to join you. He'd fallen asleep halfway through your beginning sketch and was now leaning against the tree trunk, face relaxed and body leaned towards yours, close enough that you could admire his face. Countless hours you had spent tracing Sunwoo's features on paper. Countless times you had imagined tracing his lips with your thumb, wondered whether they were as soft as they looked. Maybe it was just curiosity or maybe you had let him walk into your heart so easily that you hadn't realized it yourself. But if there was one thing you could swear your heart upon it would be that you could no longer imagine every day without Sunwoo's presence at your side. As if on instinct, your fingers took a life of their own as they reached up to push a few strands away from his face. They gently carved a path down his cheek, landing at the corner of his jaw. Dangerously close to his open mouth. There was no denying it. Sunwoo was beautiful. Handsome. Had those features on par to that of a model's. You were so focused on edging your way to touch his lower lip that you didn't realize you had been staring, until you glanced up to see his brown orbs fixated on yours. You froze. Shit. "Like what you see?" He murmured. Then, before you could scramble back and probably run with your tail between your legs, his own hand grasped your own and he pushed himself off the trunk before his head angled towards yours, finding your lips. Soft. Sunwoo's lips were soft. You panicked. Not used to the closeness. The fire that sparked between your lids. But his other hand went to clasp your jaw, holding you close as he kissed your next protest away and unconsciously brushing his thumb against your cheek. Shivering in his touch, there was no running away from the way his mouth molded against yours so snugly, and you didn’t want to. You found yourself addicted to the sweet pressure of his upper lip meeting your lower ones and soon enough -- without realizing -- you melted into his touch.

Sunwoo made a noise that sounded like a soft grunt, his other hand lacing around your waist to pull you closer so that you tumbled halfway into his lap. With embarrassment suddenly flooding through you, you let out a squeak that he answered with a chuckle of his own before distracting you once more with a series of kisses that left you gasping.

Your hands, initially balled into fists in your lap, went to rest against his chest and you didn’t realize that you were gripping onto his school shirt until you parted for air. Only were you aware of your compromising position, of the hard ridges of the young man’s thighs, of the firmness of his chest against your palms, of the way he seemed to be so much bigger than you even though he was a lean athlete, meant to be light and as speedy as the wind.

Breaths coming out ragged, you tried to slow the beating of your heart. Though it seemed to be quite the challenge, given how lovingly, how intense, Sunwoo seemed to be in making love to your neck, nibbling on your pulse point and causing a soft whimper to fall from your lips.

A whistle blew in the distance.

The soccer team. They’d be crawling up the hill any minute now.

“Sunwoo,” you breathed out, eyes hazy with mixed feelings of desire and embarrassment. You feebly tried pushing against his chest, to no avail. He merely groaned, head tilting upwards to catch your mouth into another kiss.

“Sunwoo,” you groaned against his lips. But he held on for dear life, one hand clasping the back of your neck, tangled into your locks. The other around your waist, pressing you as close as he could possibly get you to be.

“Just one more,” he mumbled in-between kisses, hooded eyes fluttering closed and head slanting to kiss you a little deeper, a little harder.

Your body was on fire. You weren’t used to this intimacy, nor all of the affection he was raining down upon you.

But it felt good. It felt amazing. Eye-opening.

He finally relented after what seemed like an eternity and you quickly made a move to scramble out of his lap. Though he wasn’t having any of that, grip made of iron as he held on. You looked up to snap at him to let go before everyone saw but was faced with his pout instead, which was enough to bring down your defences.

“Please,” his pout deepened and your heart practically vaulted through your chest. Cute. Cute. Cute. Stop. Burying his face into your neck, he whispered, “I just wanna hold you.”

So he did. And thank god the team had decided to take a different route so that you would avoid their imploring, questioning gazes. Though Sunwoo admitted that he’d already known they would go up from the other side of the gymnasium, considering they did that every other week to train their stamina in the process.

That earned him a light smack on the side of his head, making him whine, “What did I do to deserve this Y/N?”

“You knew!” You wanted to throw him a glare, but it was impossible when you were busy fighting the grin spreading across your face.

He grinned back at you, that crooked smile that always resulted in a burst of butterflies roaring through your abdomen. Just like now.

“So, since you have a drawing of me that you keep staring at every day--” his words died into laughter when you tried smacking his arm, proceeding to cage your wrist with his hand before kissing your knuckles. You squirmed as he continued, “does that mean I can get a picture of you?”

You let out a noise of protest, “that depends,” you mumbled, unconsciously finding refuge in his neck.

Chuckling, Sunwoo grasped your chin lightly to pull you back so that his brown orbs gazed right into yours with a gentleness that had you weak at the knees, “on what?”

“On what I get in return.”

“What if I say I’ll take you on a date?” he said wickedly.

You couldn’t help your smile.

“I guess that could work.”

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peterpparkrr · 3 years

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(Poe Dameron x Reader): Last Night

Summary: (Y/N) Solo is new to the D’Qar base and meets a certain pilot.

A/N: This is an idea I’d been toying with for a while, the introduction is way too long but I couldn’t bear to cut any of it because I’m kind of obsessed with Solo!Reader now lol (apologies for any spelling or grammar mistakes)

Warning: this fic is 18+ for smut! (also this is my first time publishing like genuine smut so apologizes for how awkward it is)

To say you were upset would be the understatement of the universe. You were furious. After years of training and countless successful missions, your mother had decided to abruptly transfer you back to her base, on D’Qar.

You’d grown up traveling around the galaxy thanks to your parents. But your mother had sent you to a resistance base in the outer rim, on Dantar when you were a teenager so you could train as a pilot, far out of the reach of your brother and the rest of the First Order.

But now your mother wanted you back with her, on D’Qar, so you could help her. After what? Six? Seven years of seeing your mom only once or twice a year when she came to meet with the vice admiral who ran the base where you were stationed. Seven years of her refusing to meet your eyes all because your brother had betrayed everything your family stood for. She had been punishing you for what he had done, whether she was willing to admit it or not.

She wanted you back. And Leia Organa was the general. So you had no choice to follow her orders.

Lucky for you, one of your close friends was also being transferred with you. Rose had been filing for a transfer to D’Qar for years so she could be on the same base as her sister, and you’d told your mother that if she wanted you on the transport that there needed to be a spot for your best friend too.

That was why both you and Rose were currently being pulled along at the wrist by Rose’s sister, Paige, as she told you all about how the cantina near the base had the best band on the planet — and how she couldn’t wait to introduce you to some of the other pilots.

Your trio strolled up to the bar where you each ordered drinks before a group of people seated at a booth in the corner of the cantina started calling Paige over to them.

“Hey, guys!” Paige said cheerfully as she hugged most of the members of the group, “This is my sister, Rose, that I’ve been telling you about, and of course-

“-(Y/N/N),” You say, cutting Paige off before she can tell them your full name. If there was one thing you knew for sure it was that no one likes to party with the General’s daughter, at least not before they get to know you. Withholding your full name for the time being seemed like the best move, especially since you were looking to have a properly wild night, which was much easier when people didn’t know who you were.

Everyone introduced themselves to you and Rose and you sat down with them. Paige and her friends took turns telling embarrassing stories about each other while you and Rose played the role of the attentive listeners.

As the night wore on, and you had lost count of how many drinks you’d had, people began to get up to go dance. And you were all but ready to turn in for the night when you heard laughing and cheers from a few members of the group who were dancing nearby. You turned towards the commotion to see what could only be described as quite possibly the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

Eventually, after the man had made his greetings to the people who were out on the dance floor he came over to the table and hugged Paige.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around,” The man said as his eyes finally landed on you.

“I just got transferred to this base,” you shouted over the music, “my friends call me (Y/N/N),” You tell him as you stuck your hand.

“Poe Dameron,” He introduces himself as he envelopes your hand in his own.

“Oh, I know who you are,” You say with a slight chuckle. Commander Dameron was infamous, you’d heard of him, even on Dantar.

“Best pilot in the resistance,” He quips with a smirk.

You coughed slightly on the drink you’d just taken a sip of. Was this guy seriously so pompous that he would compliment himself? Now you understood all of the rumors, with a face and attitude like that, you were sure that Poe could get anyone in the resistance he wanted.

You cleared your throat before turning back to Poe, “You know, someone once told me that (Y/N) Solo was the best pilot in the resistance.”

“General Organa’s daughter? Pfft, please, she’s just some kid,” He told you with a smug grin, “Just because she’s the General’s daughter and her dad’s Han Solo doesn’t mean she actually knows anything about flying a proper ship.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Rose and Paige silently watching your conversation, and the warning look that Rose was giving you. But you didn’t care, you were going to get him back for that comment somehow.

“Do you wanna dance?” You asked as you placed your hand on his forearm.

He nodded with a warm smile before taking your hand in his and leading him towards the thumping music.

As you danced with Poe you slowly began to relax. Maybe this transfer wouldn’t be so bad after all. You let yourself forget everything, the war, your family, all of the expectations that your mother had for you. You forgot them all as you snaked your arms around Poe’s neck and pulled him close to you.

You began to move in sync with one another. His eyes locked in on your own as you inched closer and closer together. Eventually, you couldn’t bear the tension anymore and you kissed him.

You pressed your lips against his as you pushed your fingers up into his thick curls. You pulled slightly, causing him to groan into your mouth. You smirked against his mouth as your tongues tangled together.

Your head spins, and you’re not sure if it's from all the drinking, or the way Poe’s soft lips begin to trail down to the crook of your neck and suck on that sweet spot.

“We should-” Poe mutters against your skin, but you’re already a step ahead of him as you grab his hand from its place on the small of your back and lead him off the dance floor.

You winked at Rose as you tugged Poe by the hand out of the Cantina. You were heading towards your new quarters but Poe seemed to have other intentions because before you were even two steps out the door he had you pushed up against the wall of the building as he feverishly pressed his lips against yours. His breath was hot on your face, his entire body was pressed against yours, only your shins were left to face the biting chill that the night had to offer you.

Eventually, the two managed to break apart.

“Now do you wanna go back to my quarters?” You asked, slightly breathlessly, as you looked up at the dark-haired man.

“Lead the way,” He said with a wolfish grin as you grabbed his hand once again and headed back towards the base.

It took you far longer to get back to your room than it had taken to go to the cantina at the beginning of the night. Mostly because every once and a while Poe had decided it had been far too long since he’d kissed you and the would pull you back into him, distracting you for a moment (or several moments).

Finally, you made it to your room, you were giggling as you finally stumbled through the doorway with Poe’s lips still attached to your neck.

“Woah, how’d you get a room this nice?” He said as he finally looked around.

“Oh, didn’t you know? I’m actually very important,” You tell him with a wry smile as you sit down on the untouched, completely made bed, “Do you want to help me break it in?” You ask as you nod down at the mattress beneath you.

“I’d love nothing more.”

His hands are on you before you can register it. His fingers are pulling at your shirt as he pulls the fabric over your head. You get to work on his belt as he pulls at your bra and palms your breasts.

Poe’s eyes bore into your own as you shrug his jacket off his shoulders and he helps you make quick work of his shirt. You don’t say anything as he tugs your pants down your legs and lets them pool at your ankles.

“Fuck,” You groan as Poe’s fingers finally make contact with your aching core, brushing against your slit over the thin piece of cloth still forming a barrier between you two. His lips make slow work from your knee to your inner thigh, leaving a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses in their wake.

“Please,” You mutter, your voice barely above a whisper as Poe’s fingers continue to tease your clit through your underwear.

Poe smirks up at you before hooking his fingers around the hem of your underwear and finally pulling them down. The cold air hit your already wet cunt and you had to stop yourself from gasping.

Your breath hitched and you can’t help but arch your back off the bed as his mouth attached to your clit. For a moment a thought forms in your mind about how maybe Poe’s cockiness is derived from the godly things he can do with his mouth but then he’s pressing two fingers into you and any coherent thoughts fly out of your brain just as an embarrassingly loud moan flies out of your mouth.

You get hot, so deeply hot as the elastic in your center begins to coil. You’re already close to your climax and Poe shows no signs of stopping.

“I-I’m gonna-”

“Come for me,” He mumbles into your thigh as he looks up at you, and sees just how close you really are.

And all it takes are those sinful words to come out of his mouth, dripping like honey as he looks directly at you.

Your orgasm comes fast and hard as your thighs tremble around Poe’s head, pressing slightly against either side of his neck as he coaxes you through your orgasm. You breathe out a shaky breath before propping yourself up on your elbows and getting a better look at Poe.

He pulls himself up to you and presses a kiss to your lips as you eagerly kiss him back, licking your own come off his mouth as your hand snakes down his torso and into his pants. He’s already hard, and as your fingers begin to stroke around him, over the head, and then back down. Poe grounds in your ear as he presses himself down onto your hand, trying to gain more pressure.

“You’re awfully needy,” You tease as your fingers continue their ministrations.

“Don’t-don’t be a fucking tease,” he grumbles as his hands begin to trail up and down your sides, desperate to feel more of you.

You smirk as you pull your hand out of Poe’s pants and he can’t help but groan in frustration before you make quick work of pulling his pants and underwear down his legs and push them off and throw them on the floor.

Throwing your legs around his thighs you push him down onto the mattress as you straddle him. You brace one arm against his chest as you use the other to guide yourself as you slowly lower yourself down onto his cock.

You’re not sure you’re still breathing as just the feeling of being so full brings up so close to another orgasm already.

You slowly lift yourself up and then back down, easing yourself into a rhythm as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“Fuck baby, you’re so good,” Poe hums as he looks up at you as you bounce on his cock, certain he’s never seen something so ethereal and unbearably attractive.

Poe can’t help but press his thumbs into your hips as he grabs onto your waist and rolls over on top of you, taking control before he begins to relentlessly pound you into the mattress.

“I’m so fucking close, so fucking close,” Poe groans, “Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” You huff as you feel yourself teetering on the precipice of your own orgasm.

And then that thing deep inside you snaps yet again. You think Poe said something, but you can’t hear him over the sound of blood rushing in your ears. Your eyes roll back as Poe continues to thrust into you with stuttering pushes as you ride out your orgasm.

Once you’ve both come (somewhat) back to your senses and your movements slow to a stop Poe unceremoniously pulls out of you before flopping down next to you on the bed.

You sighed, “That was…”

Poe smirks, “Amazing?”

“Don’t let the compliment go to your head, your ego’s already far too big,” You tell him as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his chest.

You feel Poe’s fingers playing with your hair as you slowly drift in and out of sleep, eventually you turn your head up to look at him with a teasing smile, “You can fall asleep, y’know, I’ll be here tomorrow.”

“I want to look at you just a while longer,” Poe replies, causing you to roll your eyes but you curl into him and finally close your eyes and let him lull you to sleep.

Poe woke up the next morning, in your bed, only to find you long gone, he suspected that you’d had to be up early to start your first day on the job.

He quickly pulled on his discarded clothes and made his way to his own quarters where he quickly changed into fresh clothes before making his way to the command center for his meeting with General Organa, a meeting he was already running late for.

“Commander Dameron, I want to introduce you to my daughter, (Y/N),” Leia said as she beckoned the pilot over. Poe made his way over to the General but the last thing he was prepared for was for you to turn around and smile at him.

The look on his face was priceless, you wish you had a holo of that moment so you could treasure it forever.

“Do you two know each other?” Leia asked after a beat as she took in both of your expressions.

“We met last night,” You tell your mother innocently, “At the cantina, Rose’s sister took us so she could introduce us to her friends.”.

Smoothing over the awkwardness quickly you turn back to Poe and stick out your hand, “It’s nice to officially meet you, Commander Dameron, I hear we’ll be working together quite closely,”

This was going to be fun.

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notnctu · 4 years

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to jisung, my family friend ♡

To All The J’s I’ve Loved Before Series by notnctu ♡ park jisung x fem!reader ♡ genre - fluff ♡ wc - 2.2k ♡ warnings - none ♡ synopsis - in which you guide a lost freshman to his lecture ♡ taglist - @colpen ; @cestmoncoeur ; @hyucksberry ; @lexiluness ; @lovelycharm05 ; @dearlyminhyung ; @classic-antifood ; @pikijaemin ; @whorefortaeyong ; @jaeismytamtation ♡ a/n - let us know if you want to be on the taglist for the next ones!

Jisung,

I’m already laughing at myself writing this letter, but it has to be done. You’ve grown up so well, I think it has to be a good four years since I’ve seen you in person. I can’t tell whether or not you're a stranger to me.

Our moms are literal best friends and I think we could’ve formed the same relationship if they didn’t try to force that on us. I’m reminiscing about our many play dates we had together as I write this.

We were such awkward kids, I mean, you still kind of are. Word of advice as your upperclassman, don’t wear your freshman lanyard. It’s too much of a tell that you’re a freshie, not that you don’t already look like one being lost on campus or clumsiness bumping into people on your way to class.

Jisung, I can’t help but look at you differently. When did your shy smile light up the room? You really grew into your features, because I don’t remember you having such a sharp jawline. I questioned my thoughts for you as we laughed together even after all these years. Your personality was still the same, maybe more mature now? Like someone hurt you in the past. Like your eyes grew sadder.

But honestly, you’re the most innocence I’ve experienced being in college. You showed me a type of love that could develop beyond a kiss or devious acts. I thought I’d never come across that again.

It was like an epiphany, like my cheeks felt warm whenever you acknowledged me. Your silliness never sold itself short, I could laugh for hours with you. There were no consequential thoughts between the two of us, like a refreshing love that is so pure and full of warmth from sunshine.

There’s a lot for you to learn and experience. I won’t rob that from you, given that I’ve experienced plenty after all these years. But there is such a compelling feeling within me to shield you from any negativity, to guide you in being the best version of yourself. I want to help you find yourself and maybe, grow with you since we have been absent of that during our teenage years. Maybe this is what should’ve been of our relationship a while ago.

If I had tried to notice you sooner, we could’ve saved each other from all the pain.

-from your mom’s favorite, y/n

“Honey, do you remember Jisung? You two were best friends when you were younger?” The phone call with your mom had droned on for more than you had anticipated. It was one of her I need a favor calls that could not wait until later.

The loud chatter and background music of the store caused your lack of attention to what she had been going on about. “You mean, your best friend’s son who you tried to force me to be best friends with when I was younger? What about him? I haven’t seen him for almost four years now.”

The phone receiver buzzed before she continued hesitantly, “I gave him your number.”

The box of pasta fell from your hands at her sudden statement. The strangers around you watched as your anxious hands recovered it from the ground. “Why?” The annoyance in your cadence was nothing surprising.

“He got accepted to your college, sweetie! Isn’t that great? You can guide him around campus, help him transition to college life. No one is forcing you two to be friends anymore. But it would be an amazing favor for me and your auntie. You know, she has been saying how she wants to pitch in to buy you a new car.” Coercion. Rolling your eyes, you aggressively packed your groceries in your reusable bag.

“How could I ever say no to her when I’m her favorite person?” It was a double edge sword with your mom. She never really gave you many options to work with and expected you to follow through as her very obedient daughter.

“That’s what I like to hear!” After the strenuous call, messages from an unknown number sat patiently in your inbox.

(127)-127-1271: hi (Y/N)!! idk if you remember me, we haven’t talked in awhile but it’s jisung! I’m going to be attending ur school in fall and I was wondering if you can help me with some housing stuff????

you: hey bud, congrats! Yeah, you can ask me anything you need to know, everything is very confusing when you first start out :)

The least you could do was act friendly. Jisung never did anything wrong and if anything, you two were oftentimes in the same awkward boat during your childhoods.

Talking to him again reminded you of all the holiday barbecues spent at his house and running away from the adults to play games with his cousins. The many sleepovers where his mom made him sacrifice his bed for you and he’d end up sleeping on their blow up mattress. Fond memories that were definitely lost in your present. You no longer remember how this boy even looked like.

Summer slipped from your fingers faster than you could blink. Another school year of newer experiences, yet without the aid of being a lost freshman. Everything fell back into a schedule as classes began. The floods of college students rushing to their next lecture. Students working in study rooms or at the outside commodities. The lost freshmen with their dangling lanyards who walk too slow and bumped into people.

There was one tall, shy boy that caught your eye. He wandered outside the building, checking the lecture hall number and scanning the enormous facility. The sheer panic in his expression when he looked down at his phone in his iron grip.

His features were clearly recognizable, but Jisung had grown incredibly older. His jawline was wider and he had several inches stacked above you. As you approached him, his infamous pout appeared as he rapidly scrolled on his dark screen. His cheeks weren’t entirely slimmed out.

“Jisung?”

Jisung was quick to see who could have possibly known his name at this new institution. He tilted his head when he finally laid his tired eyes on you. He knew there was no way he could have recognized you on his own. Not that you were absolutely different, but the whole aura that surrounded you embodied a college upperclassman. You were no longer the loud, weird middle school girl who wore her hair in wacky ponytails.

“(Y/N)! Wow, it’s been so long. I almost didn’t know who you were.” The deepness of his voice took you aback. His hand retreated to the back of his neck out of shyness. His high cheekbones marveled in the autumn afternoon. The boyish charm was very prominent, but his eyes seemed a bit lifeless, a bit sad. There was no gleam, loss of fairy dust that glimmered.

“I can recognize a lost freshman anywhere. Let me walk you to class.” You offered and his cheeks turned slightly pink from embarrassment.

A small side smile appeared when Jisung handed you his phone to see what building he was struggling to find. “I was trying to not be obvious, but the campus is so big. I really haven’t gotten used to where my classes are.”

A laugh escaped your lips when you gave the boy his phone. His wide eyes grew concerned, afraid you were mocking him. “It’s already the third week and I never noticed you were in my class. Let’s go, I’ll finally have someone to sit with.”

A sense of relief washed over his entire body as he followed your lead. The curious boy remained astonished as you two walked side by side on the large campus. He was barely taking in the massive structures, long roads, and the volume of people. His whole face lit up, with tiny sound effects whenever he was amazed by something.

“How could you ever get used to a place like this? I feel like there is so much to explore.” Jisung tried his best to match your strides to avoid losing you in the stream of hurried students.

“Yeah, it loses its luster after a few months.” Looking up, you noted the drop in his smile. Guilt filled your system at lowering his spirits. “But with the right experiences, you’ll fall in love with it more.”

Just like that, his rectangular smile rested well on his small face. “Thanks for answering all my texts over the summer.” His eyes averted to the ground as he held his backpack straps.

“I’m happy to help. C’mon, Jisung. We go way back, you’ve helped me escape many horrible adult encounters during your mom’s get togethers. The least I could do is return the favor.”

“Oh, we’re bringing up the past? Are you still afraid of the dark?” He raised a snarky eyebrow and you were surprised at the random attack.

You scoffed dramatically, and pretended to seem offended. “Says the one who had the night light in his room growing up.”

His hearty laugh surrounded the air around you two and you giggled lightly at how cutely he reacted. As his melody came to a descend, he analyzed your facial expression before saying, “talking to you is so natural, like we didn’t have a long pause on our barely developing friendship. I’ve been waiting to encounter a conversation like this since I got here.”

A strange, inexplicable feeling burned across your chest. Were those the butterflies that you felt so often around a boy you found the slightest potential? Long stares at Jisung’s profile had you admiring his strikingly handsome features. You shook off the unusual thought, “what about your roommate? You two haven’t hit it off yet?”

Jisung shrugged and looked around as if expecting his roommate to be wandering around him. He relaxed and stood by your side to wait for the lecture doors to open with leaving students. “Not exactly. Chenle’s a bit loud, a little weird too. He sleeps on silk pillows with his initials embroidered on them and has fancy cutlery.”

Laughter and more laughter filled the gaps with Jisung. It was the most refreshing feeling to be around, something you never knew you missed. Everyone was too busy being adults or experiencing wild, mature adventures. There was no room for innocence or child’s play. For a brief moment, you forgot about the stress of your future and wanted to bathe in the smiles that Jisung provided.

After the long boring lecture and a whole hour of Jisung performing pen tricks, he practically begged you to walk him to his next class. Given that your schedule was a bit more free today, with the spin of your heels, you were off giving him random tips about surviving his first year.

“Make sure you avoid walking to class through the center of campus on Wednesdays, unless you want to be harassed by clubs.” You cringed remembering the fateful encounter with your orientation leader from your first year, Jeno, that happened not too long ago. And how he still managed to flyer you after catching up.

Jisung did nothing, but nod aggressively to your advice to mentally note them all. He was overwhelmed, in a good way. However, knowing that he had you by his side, it made him feel all the more better. The realization that you two could actually be friends hit him like bricks. He wanted you to be guiding him, teaching him, bettering him.

“Hey homie!” A familiar, taunting voice called after you. You both perked up and watched as your best friend, Jungwoo, danced his way over to you.

You chuckled at your silly friend, “when did you ever call me homie?”

“When I noticed you standing next to a new friend and I don’t want to be too mean by calling you a loser.” Jungwoo’s happy smile bloomed as he stuck his hand out for Jisung to shake. “I’m Jungwoo, 2nd year Chemical Engineering major.”

Jisung stared at his hand, unsure how to even begin at introducing himself to other people. His only instinct was to throw scissors to Jungwoo’s extended palm, like he was playing a game of rock, paper, scissors. Jungwoo erupted with giggles and jumped at his hand being sandwiched between Jisung’s fingers. You, also, laughed at the awkward boy’s action.

“I like him.” Jungwoo patted Jisung’s stiff shoulder, causing Jisung to smile at his statement. “First year?”

“What gave it away?” You asked, eyeing Jisung with a matter of fact attitude.

“The lanyard dangling from his back pocket.” Jungwoo crossed his arms and joined you at your side. Jisung quickly stuffed the rest of his exposed lanyard into his pocket to refrain from being a first year stereotype.

The lecture doors opened with a bustling blast of people pouring out. You gave Jisung a warm touch on his arm, which he blushed unknowingly at. “Welcome to college, Jisung. We’re hanging out tomorrow because I said so.”

It was almost difficult for Jisung to stop smiling around you. He nodded and waved goodbye to both you and Jungwoo. A small thanks was all you heard before he disappeared inside.

Sighing, you and Jungwoo began heading towards any source of food. “Jisung, first year and undeclared major. He’s a family friend of mine.”

“He’s cute. You two look great together.” He winked. You pushed at Jungwoo’s arm playfully to rid any romantic thoughts. Though, it would be an absolute lie you weren’t already having some of your own. Maybe not entirely romantic, but more in a sense that you endearingly cared for him more than you had anticipated.

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

Erik fucking plus size OC and he is obsessed with how wet her pussy is/ Erik fucking plus size OC in college and she wants to do it with the lights off.

Warnings: SMUTTY, Hardcore, College Erik, Sorority OC, Fraternity Erik, Inspiration from Zane story called APF. Just a disclaimer I am not a member of any of these sororities and I don’t want to disrespect or take credit.

hey y’all! This is so long and detailed. I’m doing another story with an OC. I’ve been reading this Zane book called APF and it is straight up nasty and I figured if I’m doing college Erik and OC I could put my own twist on this amazing erotica and I hope you guys love it! I recommend reading the book y’all I promise you won’t be disappointed 😩😩😩

“Rodney, ohhhhh, Fuck, Rodney! Yes yes yes!-“

“Jada, Stop moaning so damn loud! You want Valentina and Chanel to hear us?”

“She won’t say anything,” Jada laughs before whimpering, “Your dick is just so good, baby.”

“How about you quietly let a nigga know how good this dick is. I don’t want Erik coming up in here ready to kill me-“

“Now, I want you to shut up and fuck me. You better work this pussy and stop complaining! Better yet,” Jada could be heard flipping over on the bed causing the springs to bounce, “Gimmie back shots, you know how much I like it like that, Daddy.”

“So damn nasty, JJ, ahhhhh, Fuck,” Rodney quietly moans before grunting, “Fuck, you got some good pussy on you.”

Valentina didn’t understand why Rodney complained about Jada being so loud when he was making her ass clap back on him. The entire Sorority house could hear them. Both of them were stupid as fuck. Valentina was on her way back from her shift at the Founders Library on campus when she first heard them. She worked in the back of the Library archiving books. This situation with Rodney and Jada has been going on in secret for over a month now. Valentina began to notice some wild shit going on in her Sorority, Alpha Kappa Alpha, just a few days after she joined in her Freshman year. Valentina pledged to uphold the values and ideals of the bond she was seeking to join. It's like a marriage to your sorority.

After she pledged for Alpha Kappa Alpha, Jada Summers asked Valentina in her sophomore year if she wanted to be in a secret society that involved Not just Alpha Kappa Alpha, but other sororities as well. It wasn’t for the faint-hearted but Valentina decided to go along with it to make new friends. The secret society was involved in sexual freedom and the fulfillment of its members. They titled it Alpha Sigma Zeta Delta because pledges from all the different black sororities were involved.

Valentina could still remember the initiation process. She had to sleep with a Kappa Alpha Psi member. It was embarrassing at first because she didn’t feel comfortable with her body but he sweet-talked her the entire night like no man has ever done to her. Valentina thought the sex was great, mind-blowing, fantastic, but he complained about her being too shy and how it killed his mood. Luckily he graduated in the winter and she wouldn’t have to see his face again. Ever since then, Valentina hasn’t participated in any sex with her fellow sisters or other fraternities. She was surprised Jada didn’t kick her out yet. It was probably because she was afraid Valentina would tell someone about their secret society.

“Fuck, JJ, no wonder why Erik kept you, Mhm,” Valentina could hear Rodney slap Jada’s ass, “You can suck some dick girl. Look at that mouth.”

“Ugh,” Valentina complained while trying to get some sleep. She shared a room with another pledge, Chanel, who practically slept like a baby throughout it all. It’s probably because Chanel had Rodney too.

“Suck the nut out my dick, bitch,” Rodney spoke with a gruff tone, “Suck my shit dry like I told you to.”

“Mmmm, mmmm,” Jada mumbled with a mouth full of dick.

“I wish I could cum in that pretty pussy but that’s Erik’s job, right?”

There was no response but Valentina guesses that she probably nodded her head.

“Fff-fuckkkkkk, uhhhhh,” Rodney damn near lost his cool. The bed rocked a little more, probably from Jada sucking him harder and Rodney fucking her mouth. Right when Valentina grabs one of her champagne silk pillows to cover her ears with, Rodney growled and moaned with his release. After about 30 seconds, Jada and Rodney started laughing and talking with low voices. Too bad the walls were thin.

“Doesn’t Erik stop by around this time?” Rodney asked.

“Yes, but I didn’t hear from him about that. Why do you always ask about him? I’m sure he’s out there doing his fucking dirt too. I’m grown I can do whatever the fuck I want to.

“No disrespect, beautiful, just asking. You know Erik is my boy-“

“Just shut the fuck up, Rodney. You’ve been fucking me for over a month now. If that was your boy you wouldn’t be coming to my room every chance you get, would you?”

There was silence followed by the sound of clothes ruffling. Rodney was getting himself dressed to leave. Valentina pulled her Hello Kitty sleeping mask up from her eyes to check the time. It was 11:00 PM. They’d been laid up having sex on and off for about three hours. Now, Valentina was hungry and thirsty. She pulled her comforter back, put on her Ugg slippers, and walked from her room and down the hall to the stairs. She walked at a fast pace so she wouldn’t have to run into Rodney. She tiptoes down the steps and made her way towards the kitchen. Valentina has a habit of snacking late at night and her taste buds were calling for some sour cream and onion chips with an ice-cold glass of apple juice.

So far so good as she checked the cupboard. They were still stocked with all the junk food in the world. Valentina grabs the rolled-up bag of sour cream and onion chips, then opened the fridge to grab some apple juice with her Alpha Kappa Alpha cup. When she opened the fridge she noticed that it was stocked with Martinelli's 100% Apple Juice. She’s never had it before but Valentina assumed it was because of Erik. He drank those things to death. Jada probably bought them because Erik put her on and now she wanted to put her Sisters on. Taking a chance, Valentina grabs two, closing the fridge and walking to one of the bar stools in the kitchen to sit her round backside on.

Valentina tried crossing her much thicker thighs while sitting on the barstool, but her plumpness and the area didn’t leave her enough room to get more comfortable. She groans, swinging her feet while leaning over the kitchen island to eat her snacks. As she munched, Valentina could hear Rodney and Jada descending the stairs. The first thing Valentina noticed about Rodney that made all the girls go crazy was his piercing green eyes. His skin reminded you of desert sand and his hair was faded around the temple with loose bouncy curls up top. Jada has tortilla colored skin with sandy brown hair and eyes close to the color of gingerbread. She had abundant umber-colored freckles that covered her nose and cheeks. Athletic and short. Jada wore nothing but an Alpha Kappa Alpha hoodie and her feet were bare.

“So, when do you want to meet up again?” Rodney pulls Jada closer by her waist, bringing his lips to her neck to suck on. Jada slowly pushes his head away before rubbing the spit from her neck.

“You better not had put a hickie on me,” Jada glowered.

“I didn’t calm down. So, when can I see you again?”

“I’ll let you know. You can’t have me whenever you want, Rodney. Erik has to have some of me too.”

Valentina almost choked on a chip.

“Ugh, I should have never fucked you,” Rodney reached behind her to slap her ass, “You should be mine and only mine.”

Jada giggles before lightly pushing Rodney away, “Boy. Go back to your frat house. I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow.”

“Aight,” Rodney gave Jada a couple pecks on the lips before turning his gaze towards the kitchen and catching Valentina’s eye. He didn’t seem to care not once that he was touching on Jada in front of her. Jada clearly felt the same.

“Sup Valentina,” Rodney gave her a coy smirk, “Couldn’t sleep?

“Apparently not,” Valentina took a sip of her apple juice.

“Hm, Sorry about that. Jada here is to blame. A nigga can’t help himself when he’s in that pussy.

Rod, stop it,” Jada shoves him lightly while trying to hide a smile, “Let Valentina snack in peace.”

Rodney puts his hands up in surrender, “Aight, I think it’s time for me to bounce. JJ, Val, I’ll be seeing you.”

Rodney finally makes his exit, closing the door softly behind him. As soon as the door clicked shut, Jada properly locks it before making her way into the kitchen. She walks to the fridge, grabbing one of the apple juices to drink herself. Jada slapped the bottom of the bottle to make it easier to open. Once it was opened, Jada guzzled that juice in practically one gulp before throwing the glass bottle in recycling. Jada pulled all her sandy brown Dominican blown out hair up into a ponytail before taking a seat directly across from a disinterested Valentina.

“So, Val,” Jada licks her full lips, “What has been up with you? You seem to have an issue with me and Rodney.”

Valentina twirled a piece of hair from her wig, “Not an issue. You’re grown, I’m not your mother. But I do think it’s reckless.

“Teh,” Jada gave a short laugh, “Reckless? Sis, how long have you been a pledge for ASZD? Did you forget your initiation? Did you forget that we participate in all kinds of sex that would have the faint-hearted laid out dead on this kitchen floor? I mean, I’m surprised you aren’t dead.”

Jada chuckles, folding one cream-colored leg over the other, “Sis, what? Are you jealous because I have Rodney and you don’t?

Valentina rubbed her temples, “No, JJ, I don’t want your sloppy seconds. I just feel like you have Erik so I don’t understand why you would want to fuck Rodney-“

“Because I can,” Jada gave Valentina a wide grin, “Erik is cute, fine as hell, but I don’t owe him anything. We are in an open relationship, Val. He’s probably at some booty call right now giving the bitch some good dick. But it’s cool, one thing I know about Erik is that he will always come back. This good pussy has him hooked. I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes knocking on this door right now-“

Knock Knock

“Oh? Would you look at that.”

Valentina rolled her eyes at Jada before hopping off the bar stool causing her silk half shirt to push out extra cleavage from the top of the shirt. She couldn’t stand Jada at times. She thought she was the best thing walking on two feet. On the outside, she looked breathtaking but on the inside, it would only make you puke. Jada acted like her shit didn’t stink. Valentina walked to the cupboard to put away the chips and that’s when she heard his voice

“Daddy sorry he’s late, baby girl, you know I’m apart of that teacher's assistant program so I had a lot of papers to grade, look at you,” Valentina looked up in time to see Erik cupping both of Jada’s ass cheeks nice and firm before slapping them extra hard. Jada whimpered like a child in need of attention, wrapping her arms around Erik’s neck

“Don’t keep me waiting again, Daddy,” Jada sucked on Erik’s neck, “You miss this pussy?”

“You miss this dick?” Erik grabs one of Jada’s hands to rest over his crotch, “Yeah, that’s right, you know how I get when I see you.”

“So damn big,” Jada sighed, “Let’s go, I need it right now.”

Valentina just about heard enough. How was she going to get away with having sex with Erik in her bed after she just had sex with Rodney there? Valentina didn’t want to stick around so she placed both bottles of Martinelli's 100% apple juice in the recycling bin and walked out of the kitchen. Screw being discrete, Valentina loudly walked past them both and towards the stairs

“Valentina?”

She felt a shiver creep up her spine. Turning, Valentina caught Erik’s eye. Those almost black eyes because of the low light. He always overawed Valentina. Even in just a pair of basketball shorts and a Raiders hoodie with a durag on his head he looked appetizing. Then, he smiles at her with his full lips and deep dimples. Valentine wraps her arms around her belly to calm the butterflies. She was sure she looked a bit peaky and her forehead was sweating. Valentina couldn’t understand how Jada slept with Rodney and whoever else she wanted when a man like Erik stood before her with his large biceps wrapped around her.

“Hey, Erik.” Valentina shyly places some hair behind her ear, “Long night?”

“Always. Then I have this dissertation to write as well so your boy is tired.”

“Hey, why don’t you get some rest then, yeah? We can pick this back up tomorrow night.” Jada rubbed circles with her long lime green nails in the center of Erik’s chest.

“You tryna keep me away, ma?” Erik gave her a suspicious look before smirking, “I need you to take care of me. I didn’t come all the way over here for you to put me out.”

“Oh, she’ll take care of you alright,” Valentina mumbled before taking the stairs to her room. She had to figure out how she was going to get sleep with an 8 AM class tomorrow.

“Goodnight, Val,” Erik called out to her, Valentina waved at him before turning down the hall and to her bedroom. She felt a ping of jealousy and she hated that it was because of Jada. Erik needed to cut ties with her. Valentina didn’t want to tell him about Rodney because that would be fucked up but at the same time, he didn’t deserve it. Rodney was supposed to be his best friend. Finally, in bed, Valentina pulled her Hello Kitty mask down over her eyes, brought her comforter up and over her whole body, and forced herself to sleep.

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“What’s happening tonight? A party? At our house?”

Valentina looked around the lunch table at her Alpha Kappa Alpha sisters. She pushed away from her bacon grilled cheese with a side of sweet potato fries to listen in on the conversation. Party or not she had a research paper due on Monday and if she stayed up to party with AKA and everyone else she wouldn’t get any work done on Saturday. The house would be an uproar.

“Nah, it’s an ASZD party,” Jada spoke with a whisper, “We have new pledges and they have to go through initiation. They have to be trustworthy, secretive, and be willing to take all the freak nasty shit we do to the grave.”

Valentina forgot all about that. She felt her heartbeat quicken behind her rib cage. She really wanted to back out of this one like the last time but if she did she would probably fuck up her chances of being an AKA and she needed that. Valentina comes from a family of women who were AKA.

“So, I have to lie to Malcolm about where I’m going?” A new pledge of AKA and Jada’s little sis, Janelle, wanted to become a part of ASZD, “We were supposed to go to the movies-“

“Nelle, what did I tell you, sis? This is a serious commitment. You want that sexual gratification? You gotta keep this a secret. We could all lose our reputation and possibly future careers if word gets out to the wrong crowd.”

“You gotta be a woman and look to take sexuality to another level,” China, a southern bell from Texas says, “Freaky Friday is our day. We do this twice a month.

Janelle nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, “Are the Kappa’s gonna be there? They recruited Tory as a new pledge and Tory is in my Health class. If Tory sees me...he may say something.”

Jada shared a look with the others before turning her gingerbread-colored eyes back on her sister that could pass as her twin, “If Tory is gonna be there, sis, Tory wants some pussy. If he sees you, he might want to sample what’s between your legs. You’re gonna let Tory have some if he asks?”

Janelle blushed, looking down bashfully at her two slices of veggie pizza, “Yeah...I like Tory.”

“There you go, sis,” Chanel cheers while applying lip gloss to her heart-shaped lips, “It’s gonna be wild and fun. You won’t regret it.”

“So, what do we wear?” Janelle asked with a chipper tone.

“Nothing,” Jada replies.

“Nothing?” Valentina finally speaks up, “Um, like butt ass naked?”

“Yeah, that’s the point, Val,” China jokes, “We’re supposed to be having sex so what’s the point in wearing clothes? We rented out a loft for the night near DuPont Circle to have the event. That way, we can have free roam to walk around with our ass and titties out.”

“Y’all nasty bitches,” Valentina laughs, “I’m bringing lingerie fuck that.”

“Do you even plan on fucking, sis?” Jada asked, “I mean, you haven’t since that one time.”

“Um, we’ll see,” Valentina smiles, “I haven’t had some dick in a minute so I need a sexual release besides my dildo and vibrator.”

“How are you going to handle Erik and Rodney, Jada?”

Valentina perked her ears up for this one in particular.

“I’ll have Rodney this afternoon and Erik this evening.”

Valentina rolls her eyes and turned back to her food. She couldn’t even find her appetite anymore.

“Are you okay, Val?” China asks with a worried expression

“Yeah, I’m cool,” Valentina packed her food away in a to-go container and got up from her seat at the table, “I gotta head over to the library I’ll be back to the house in enough time for us to get there.”

She didn’t even entertain the smirk that Jada had on her face. Clearly, she knew that Valentina was bothered by the fact that she was juggling sex with both Rodney and Erik.

——————

Valentina didn’t want to sit at a study table in the Founders Library so she walked in between the bookshelves to sit down on the carpet to study. She fluffed out her black and white pleated skirt, crossing her Doc Marten covered feet while pulling out her Theatre Arts books to study for her upcoming exam. Even though it was quiet, Valentina needed to tune out the world and listen to some Floetry and Lauryn Hill.

All you gotta do is say yes

Don't deny what you feel

Let me undress you, baby;

Open up your mind and express

I'm about to let you know you make me

So, so, so, so, so, so, so

You make me

So, so, so, so, so, so, so, ah

Purple glitter gel pen between her lips stained with NYX Butter Gloss in chocolate brown, Valentina read from her textbook that rested over her knees. She was invested in her music and studying that she hadn’t noticed Erik Stevens standing at the end of the aisle admiring her while munching on an apple. Erik wore a denim jacket with Sherpa collar, a basic crisp white t-shirt, Khaki cargo pants with a chain, and a pair of UGG Neumel Utility boots on his feet in black. He didn’t want to disturb her just yet because she looked so in tune with her studies. His eyes kept drifting down to Valentina’s exposed legs in that black and white pleated skirt. Legs the color of peanut butter with a left thigh tattoo of a pink lotus flower. Erik inhaled deeply before removing his Airpods from his ears, approaching Valentina slowly while twirling his half-eaten apple in hand. Valentina’s mocha eyes looked up at Erik, that glittery purple gel pen falling from between her juicy lips. The pen rolled towards Erik’s feet. He reached down leisurely, grabbing the pen, then holding it out for her to grab. He could still feel her gloss on the pen as his thumb rubbed against it. Valentia took it from him before saying thank you in a soft-spoken voice.

“You’re welcome,” Erik placed his apple between his teeth to take off his camouflage Supreme backpack. He removed the apple from between his lips, licking them, and then speaking in a hushed tone, “Can I sit with you?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Erik got down on the carpet so close to her that his knee hit her thigh. Valentina almost rips the edge of the page in her textbook while turning it. Erik took out his own various books along with an iPad. Valentina peeks over at his books to see what he studied. Systems and Computer Science. Supposedly he already completed schooling with a Computer Engineering degree.

“Applications for Artificial Intelligence.

“Huh?” Valentina looked up at him with a whimsical expression.

“That’s what my dissertation is about. I have only 15 pages typed and I still have another 15 to do.”

“Sounds...stressful.”

“I just can’t wait for this shit to be over with so I can get back on the grind with the Military.

“Military? Wow.” Valentina was inraptured by Erik’s smile and warm hickory-colored eyes. His teeth were so white, Valentina figured he must have gotten them bleached. She felt ashamed of her lack of skincare because Erik’s russet skin is blemish-free and so smooth like he regularly visited an Aesthetician.

“Theatre Arts,” He pulled her book from her lap to rest on his, “Acting?”

“Yes.” Valentina blushes.

“What made you get into that?”

“My mom used to act on Broadway. My father is a Writer. My family is full of the arts and I figured if they followed their passion, so can I.

“I like that, I don’t know why I thought you were a law major.”

“If you would have asked me, you would know...yeah?” Valentina teased.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Erik licks his lips, making his voice lower “So...will you be at the party tonight?”

“Um, I plan on it...why?” Her heart damn near bounced around her chest.

Erik uses his thumb to rub the tip of his nose while trying to fight a smile, “Teh, um...I’m tryna see you there.

“Excuse me?” Valentina was perplexed.

“I wanna see you there,” Erik’s head fell back lightly against the bookshelf, “That’s the only reason why I’m going.

Valentina tittered, “Erik...what?”

“You don’t believe me.”

Valentina shook her head slowly, “No, I don’t.”

How could she anyway? Erik never showed her any interest. Then again, he was always nice to her. Then it was the looks he gave her that made her body shiver. It could be believable but he had Jada. Last night he practically hounded her. They probably didn’t make it up the stairs. It was pretty silent. Jada could have been arched over the steps getting plowed by Erik. The thought of Erik only going to the Freaky Friday Night because of her blew Valentina’s mind. He definitely knows what happens with ASZD. Sex, sex, sex. If he wanted to see her there...

“Valentina.” Erik must have called her name 20 times.

“Sorry,” She timidly placed hair behind her ear, “What would seeing me there do for you?”

“Hm,” Erik’s hickery-colored eyes watched her face closely, “What do you think?”

Suddenly, Valentina’s lips become dry.

“It doesn’t matter what I think. What about Jada?”

“What about her?” Erik says with an annoyed tone.

“Isn’t that your girl? Aren’t ya’ll you know...fucking? In a relationship?”

Erik laughs bitterly, “We are fucking, but she ain't my girl, Val. I don’t make bitches like Jada my girl. You gotta earn it and just because you have good pussy doesn’t mean you're mine. We fuck, that’s that.”

“Oh,” Valentina looks down at her knees, “She seems to think you two are together.”

“Look at me, Val.”

Valentina fixed her eyes on his. She wished she hadn’t.

“I know about her and Rodney already.”

“When did you find out?”

“last night. I saw Rodney leaving.”

“They are so stupid,” Valentina chuckles, “I don’t understand why she thought this would go on forever-”

“Oh, it can go on for infinity, I don’t give a fuck. I’m not surprised. I know how she gets down. She slept with a lot of niggas and that’s not even including bitches.”

“Yeah, Chanel, China-”

“I saw that in action a month ago,” Erik closes his eyes while laughing, “I respect the sexual awakening and togetherness though but you gotta be careful, feelings can get involved and I know Chanel felt some type of way when Rodney and Jada started having sex.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m shocked she slept through it all last night. I just hope Janelle doesn’t get like that. She has a boyfriend and everything.”

“Nelle just might. Tory, the one here on the basketball scholarship? He’s feeling Nelle heavy heavy, That Lil’ nigga is gunning for her.”

“Damn,” Valentina licks her lips, “I can’t believe I agreed to be a part of ASZD. I’m not cut out for this at all,” Valentina looked from side to side then between the books behind her head to see if anyone was around, “Gotta be careful talking about this shit here.”

“Can’t fuck up yall little secret society.”

“Shut up,” Valentina bumps Erik with her shoulder

“So, if you aren’t cut out for being a member for ASZD, then that means you aren’t freaky.” Erik jokes but then Valentina looked away with embarrassment.

“I’m just fucking with you, Val-”

“I’m sure you know about my initiation, right? I didn’t hear the end of that shit for at least a month. Jada made sure I remembered that horrible fucking night.” Valentina brought her knees to her chest, folding her arms across it and resting her chin there. She avoided Erik’s eyes and focused on the stack of books across from her on the shelf.

“Calvin talked a lot about you so all that other shit you heard is a fucking lie. Probably some shit that Jada made up to make you feel like shit because he jumped on you before her. I told you, Valentina, Jada be lovin’ the crew.”

“He liked it?” Valentina glanced over at Erik with a hopeful look in her eyes

“Oh yeah,” He smirks, “He said you had the wettest pussy in the motherfucking world. And the fattest pussy too.”

“For real?” Valentina hadn’t noticed that she scooted closer to Erik. He could smell whatever scented oil she was wearing. His dick jumped and tapped her textbook resting over his lap

“Girl, hell...yeah,” Erik cut his eyes down to stare at her cleavage. It couldn’t be helped because the compressed white turtleneck outlined her DD’s perfectly, “That nigga wanted round two honestly. If it wasn’t for him graduating he would have. Ma, he could not shut the fuck up about that body in general.”

“Oh my God,” Valentina squealed behind her hands, “So I’ve been feeling like shit for so long and he actually enjoyed it? I can’t believe Jada.”

“She’s jealous of you, Val.”

“I can’t understand why. She’s so pretty”

“Fuck all that. So are you.”

Valentina gawked at Erik like he spoke German. He frowned slightly at her reaction. How could she not believe she was more beautiful than Jada? Plus size or not Valentina is BAD. Badder than Jada in his opinion. Erik fully turns his body to face Valentina while bringing his knees up to rest his arms on. Her textbook thumped against the floor loudly because of all the silence. Valentina picks it up, closes it, and places it behind her with all her other belongings. Erik’s hand reaches out to touch her knee. Valentina melted like an ice sickle under the sun when his warm hand came into contact with her skin.

“What’s not beautiful about you?” Erik asks with a whisper.

“I know I’m beautiful, I just have my insecurities. All women do.”

“I can’t tell you what you should feel but I will say that you shouldn’t compare yourself to JJ.”

“Thanks, E,” Valentina gave Erik a sheepish smile, “Jada doesn’t deserve to fuck you-”

“What? You do?” Erik bites his bottom lip, “Is that what you’re telling me, baby girl?

“May-be,” Valentina murmured before giving a short, half-suppressed laugh. Erik reaches out to play in Valentina’s ombre honey blonde wig. She found herself rocking back and forth nervously because now, Erik was studying her face. If someone told her she would be coming to the Founders Library to run into Erik and flirt with him she would have cackled but now, Valentina couldn’t even mutter a word. She wondered what would happen next. If he kissed her, she wouldn’t stop him. He has nice full lips that looked like they tasted sweet. They had to be sweet right now because he was munching on an apple that’s currently going rotten right next to his left foot on the carpet.

“Nah, answer my question properly.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I feel like I deserve to fuck you instead of her.” She couldn’t believe the words that flowed from her mouth.

“Cool cuz that’s exactly what’s gon’ happen,” Erik peered behind him then over Valentina’s shoulder before turning his eyes back on hers, using the hand that was in her hair to push her knees apart forcefully so he could get a glimpse of her panties stretched over her phat pussy. Sure enough, sky blue cotton panties with little clouds on them, and a wet spot in the center, the fabric taut over her pussy lips and exactly what he needed to see. The perfect image to make his dick even stonier than what it already was.

Erik twirled his finger in an authoritative manner, “Take these off,” He demanded in a low gruff tone.

Valentina lifts her butt from the ground, using her thumbs to push her panties up and over her thighs, down her calves, and then over her boots. She waited patiently for Erik to pull her knees apart again as she watched over his shoulder closely. Anyone could come and find them. Erik’s sharp intake of breath is what made Valentina look at him. She could hear her pussy lips spread each time Erik opened and closed her legs. He was doing that on purpose, generating her pussy to make smacking noises. Valentina bit down on her lip and looked behind her, then over his shoulder again. She could feel her leg being lifted up and onto his back while Erik eases his way down to eat her pussy from the side. Valentina blinked her eyes rapidly before closing them when she felt Erik kiss her pussy lips. He repeated this going up and down her pussy. Valentina brought one of her hands up to cover her mouth. Now, Erik took his fingers to part her glimmering pussy lips. Directly in his face was her pink clit, labia, and entrance dripping with all her wetness. His entire face was in her pussy as soon as his tongue poked out to lick her pussy up in one strike. She could hear the way his tongue sounded gliding over her. The constant flickering and lapping noises like a dog licking water from a bowl.

“Uhhh,” She moaned softly, “Mmmhh, uhhhh.”

When his lips sucked lightly on her clit, Valentina’s head steadily fell back to rest against the bookshelf.

“Keep that leg up,” Erik whispered into her pussy. Valentina used her left hand to keep her left thigh up while her foot rested on Erik’s back. Her other thigh was down enough so Erik could properly fit his lips around her clit and labia to nibble on.

“Umph, uhhh,” Valentina couldn’t see him eat her pussy past her large breasts. If only she could watch the way he ate her.

“Shut that fucking noise up,” Erik spoke through clenched teeth.

“E-Erik, I c-can’ttttt,” She gasps, “Ohhh, Fuck. It feels so good please.” Her voice was barely audible.

Erik wiggled his tongue in her pussy, catching all of her juices in his mouth. Valentina’s hips bucked into his mouth, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. Valentina tried to be aware of her surroundings but the more Erik tongue-fucked her and flicked that tongue up to show her clit some attention, She couldn’t keep her eyes open. Valentina lifted her hips off the carpet, Erik following her with his lips slurping her like an oyster. Valentina hissed sharply making her lungs burn from a deep breath she took while pushing his head away. Erik wasn’t having that, He smacked her hand away so loud the sound almost echoed through the many rows of books. Before Valentina could strengthen herself for what Erik had in store for her, she was flat on the carpet with Erik’s hand around her neck while he continued where he left off before she pushed his head away. The way he sucked on her made her thighs quake. She never felt pressure like that on her pussy. Her eyes crossed and her mouth fell open into a silent scream. The heels of her boots dragged back and forth across the carpet. All she could see every time her watery eyes looked down was her mountainous breasts heaving up and down. The muscles in her belly twisted tightly causing her to get a painful cramp on her right side like she was doing sit-ups. He just would not...stop...sucking.

“Uhhh, uhhhh, uhh-uh-u-uhhh,” Her hot tears rolled down her cheeks and into her hairline. The feeling of her release crept up slowly like an intro to an orchestrated song. Erik’s hand gently released from around her neck to place his hand over her mouth. Eyes crossing like the Exorcist, Valentina’s hips oscillate back and forth into his voracious mouth. Her body finally gave in to his insatiable nature. She never knew a man could be this insane over eating pussy. Valentina could feel herself leaking into his mouth. He was right there to catch it all so he wouldn’t miss a drop. Like Calvin said, she has the wettest motherfucking pussy in the world. Valentina was so wet Erik’s lips smacking against her sounded like he was drinking from a puddle. Her thighs will slip and slide as she walked the rest of the day. Her ass was probably a mess too. So much came from her pussy. Erik couldn’t find it in him to stop. Valentina lightly pushes his head away with a pout of her lips. Erik caught sight of her pussy twitching before his eyes glanced up at hers to see her face. His nose down to his chin was covered in her mess. The lights above them caused the juices on his face to shimmer. His thick tongue licked around his lips and his hand smoothed down his face to wipe it clean. He could still smell the sweetness of her pussy on his upper lip and his face felt warm like her mound was a thermal.

“Goddayum, ma,” Erik adjusted his dick in his khaki cargo pants, “Just know I am eating this pussy whenever the fuck I feel like it, do you hear me? You are so fucking wet down here,” His fingers slipped between her fat lips, “Come sit with me at one of the desks up here. If I get a taste for some pussy I wanna be able to crawl under the table and eat it”

“Erik,” Valentina smoothed hair from her face, “Won’t people see-”

“Not where I sit. C’ mon, Valentina. Come with me to the table. I’m not finished eating your pussy just yet.”

“Won’t you have some later?” Valentina looked over Erik’s shoulder.

“Yeah, and then whatever time after that. But that’s later, I need that shit now.

“Ugh, this is too reckless,” She couldn’t ignore the way Erik was looking at her and the way he kept licking his lips like he was hoping there was still more of her left on his lips.

“It’s all good, Val, I promise,” Erik gave her a charming smile, “Please?”

This man could get anything he wanted.

“Okay, Erik.”

________________

It was raining heavily when the Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority arrived. The other Sororities such as Sigma Gamma Rho, Zeta Phi Beta, and Delta Sigma Theta were already there and dressed in nothing but their birthday suits. All women in all different shapes and sizes and shades of brown. They had the perfect fuck songs of the ’90s playing loudly from a large Bluetooth speaker system that belonged to whoever owned the loft. The only things missing from the large scatter of women were the men. Undergraduate students, Graduate students, Alumni, and even some men who had cash flow such as Lawyers, Doctors, and Engineers. All black and brown men who came to fuck and suck like them.

Valentina arrived wrapped in a long pink trench coat with a black lace teddy underneath and some black red bottom pumps; the only good pair of heels that she has. The rest of the Alpha Kappa Alpha entourage wore long trench coats as well, some wearing pink like Valentina and others wearing green like Jada. The only difference was that everyone else was completely bare underneath. Valentina didn’t have the confidence enough to drop that coat around her ankles and walk around with her breasts bouncing and ass jiggling with every step she took. That didn’t include her thighs and her stomach as well. She wished she had the same confidence as the other plus-sized women at the party. They were so sexy.

“The sex better be good this year because the guy I hooked up with last year was a joke!” China complains while removing her coat. She dropped it revealing A cup breasts, traveling down to at least a size 16 around the hips because she has a lot of ass. China kept her hair in a buzz cut and she colored it different colors but her favorite to flaunt was violet purple. China has almond-shaped chocolate eyes with skin that reminded you of maple syrup. Lips like Megan Good. If Valentina were to ever sleep with a woman it would be China. China was known for being the girl who orchestrated threesomes and orgies. The same men showed up every year with a few new ones sprinkled here and there. All tested and clean, and the Sorority ladies clean as well, some on birth control and enjoying the idea of a man fucking them and releasing their load deep inside of them while the other women needed the men to wear a condom. Some even enjoyed simply having their pussies ate and being fucked by ten-inch dildos. Valentina only had sex with Calvin a while ago and they used a condom because Valentina wasn’t on the pill. Now she was.

The men began to arrive. Some in groups and others by themselves. All of them knew each other except for if you were new to the ASZD parties. All of them were taken off guard when they walked into the loft to find every single woman there naked. The shared looks and mischievous smirks on their faces let Valentina know that this Freaky Friday would be the best so far. Valentina looks down at her lingerie set. She couldn’t do it. She was so shy and the way all these men looked they would probably jump on her. All these butt-naked women walking around with wet pussies. Jada and a Zeta Phi Beta Graduate student named Ariana decided to plan it where the men assumed it would be a 90’s house party for them to arrive in 90’s attire and find all these beautiful black women stripped and ready for dick. Huge fluffy floor pillows surrounded them so they could have the comfort to freak on.

H-Town Knockin’ da Boots played putting everyone in a vibe. Janelle was a lightweight, already drunk and twirling her petite naked hips to the beat.

Good lovin', body rockin', knockin' boots all night long, yeah

Makin' love until we tire to the break of dawn

But oh, come on, come on and turn the lights down, and let me get on it, yeah

'Cause when I do, just me and you, it'll be so right

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots) somebody rockin', baby, ooh

Out of nowhere, Tory shows up behind Janelle wearing paint-splattered overalls and a tye-dye with a backward cap. Janelle looked back at him, biting her lip before bending over to grind her ass further into his crotch.

“That’s little sis ya’ll!” Jada spoke over the microphone before handing it over to Ariana.

Ariana spoke with her Dominican New York accent, “Time to strip! Let’s get busy!”

Valentina grabbed her cup of 1800 pineapple to take a long swig of. She needed it in that very moment. Every single one of them was blessed between their legs. Thick and long, curved and wide, lengthy and veiny. Moisturized, all shades of brown and heavy balls to suck on. Dicks swaying and wagging in her face. China was primal next to Valentina. She handed Valentina her cup when she spotted a 6’5 carob-skinned man with shoulder-length dreads and a body that would put Hercules to shame. China climbed that man like a tree, wrapping her plentiful thighs around his chiseled waistline that looked to be carved from stone. His fingers were so long when they squeezed her abundant ass and made it bounce up and down. That long tongue rolled along her neck like Venom. Valentina could not hold it together. She felt her knees wobble. Turning away from China didn’t help because everywhere she looked, her ASZD girls were either kissing, sucking, dancing, and fucking on a man of their choice. Moans overpowered Ginuwine’s Pony and the heat was turned up in that loft; literally. Valentina’s body was sweating. There was dampness on her forehead, back, chest, and thighs. The moisture between her legs was on a whole other level. The lace fabric of her thong felt slick and slimy. It was so wet that the crotch of the thong kept sliding to the left side of her mound causing her lips to spill out. All the moans had her heart pounding.

Mmm! mhm! ahhhhh! Uhhhh! Umph! Mmmmhhhh!

“Erik!”

Valentina’s eye cut to the entrance of the loft. Erik was fashionably late and shocked. He was wearing a cropped muscle t-shirt with the Los Angeles Lakers logo on it, some basketball shorts, and a neon 90’s hat that reminded Valentina of the hats that Wesley Snipes wore in White Man Can’t Jump. He looked around like he woke up from a coma. Jada rushes over towards him with her large teardrop breasts bouncing. Jada tried wrapping her arms around Erik’s neck but he was walking away from her with his mindset on reaching Valentina. Valentina felt like she was stuck in a soap opera moment with the way Jada glared at her.

“Erik, where the fuck are you going? Erik?!” Jada yelled angrily.

Valentina wasn’t surprised that no one reacted to Jada’s loud outburst. Erik took his hand, gripping the back of Valentina’s head, and pulling her in for a searing kiss. His tongue was lethal. Valentina’s eyebrows furrowed and her arms reached out to squeeze his biceps. Erik’s hands gripped her cheeks to keep her steady while his lips and tongue did all the work. She needed to breathe because Erik was literally sucking the air from her lungs with such ferocity Valentina was growing weak. Erik finally stops, Valentina, taking in a deep breath before closing her eyes and rocking backward as if she were dizzy.

“Why do you still have this on, Val?” Erik looked at her lingerie with raised brows, “Daddy’s here now you can take this off.”

“Out here?” Valentina looked around at all the sex, “In the open?”

“We don’t have to,” Erik rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip, “I want you to myself anyway. I plan on being in you all fucking night so what’s good?”

“We can go to the bedroom,” Valentina sucked on Erik’s thumb, “Please?”

“I got you, ma. Let’s go all this sex got my dick so fucking hard. You gon’ suck Daddy’s dick like I sucked on that pussy earlier?”

Valentina was having flashbacks while leading the way past everyone exploring each other. He was a man of his word when she sat with him at the study table. She wasn’t even sitting there for ten minutes when Erik puts his iPad down looking around him secretly, before lowering his body under the table and crawling between her legs. Erik ripped her panties down the crotch without even taking them off before licking her pussy. He did that about three times before she couldn’t take anymore. The largest bedroom in the loft was where they went. It had a great view of DC. Erik didn’t close the door. Valentina nervously looked towards the bed then over at Erik expectantly. Erik started undressing, Valentina finally having the opportunity to admire him. Broad-shouldered, sturdy, and powerful. The gym had to be his second home.

“Get on your knees and be Daddy’s good girl. It’s my turn now, baby girl. Show me how freaky you can get on this Freaky Friday.”

“Wait,” Valentina walked towards the door to turn off the lights, “It’s better like this.”

“Nah, turn the lights back on.”

“But Erik-”

“Valentina flip the switch.” Erik commands, “Do it.”

“Ugh, okay,” Valentina pouts, “It’s just better that way-”

“How am I supposed to see you? Are you tryna hide from me-”

“No, I swear-”

“I think you are,” Erik walked towards her with labored steps but his eyes were gluttonous and his lips were curled up into a wolfish grin, “we're fucking with the lights on. I want to see everything.”

Valentina was moving too slow for him so Erik flicked it on himself. His left hand covered the switch while his right hand elevated her chin to make her look at him.

“Look at those eyes,” Erik bit down on his full bottom lip, “How do you want Daddy to fuck you tonight?”

“Deep and hard,” Valentina spoke softly.

“Let me see that body, ma,” Erik removed his hand from her chin to pull down her left strap to the lingerie she wore, “It’s just me and you. Didn’t I tell you I would take care of you?”

“Mhm, I remember,” She was exposed from the waist up now. Valentina pressed her face into Erik’s solid chest. He uses her hair to pull her back so he could look at her breasts. Large and bell-shaped with tawny colored areolas and nipples. Erik could see her veins under her peanut butter skin. So healthy and hefty. He imagined himself laying on them like pillows. Erik leans down to suck on her breasts while holding them up in his mouth. Valentina weakly nibbled on her bottom lip with a scrunchy nose and eyes shut. Her hand stroked the back of his head, dragging her nails over the faded area of his hair. She could smell lavender castor oil in his hair. While he sucked, his hands pulled down the rest of her lingerie except for her thong. Valentina’s arms wrapped around her stomach. She really wanted the lights off. Erik sensed her insecurity, placing soft kisses up her neck and to her lips again. Valentina melted in his mouth and slowly, her arms fell from around her belly. Erik pulled her body in close almost lifting her from the floor. Valentina giggles against his lips causing Erik to give her a dimpled smile.

“Don’t you ever cover up when you’re with me, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” Valentina blushes.

“That’s my good girl. Now let Daddy force this dick in your mouth. Show me how you suck now, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” Valentina got down on her knees, reaching out to pull Erik’s basketball Shorts off. She looked up at him through her lashes while pulling those shorts down that were already poked out in the crotch because of his dick. When Erik’s dick finally sprang free, it hit Valentina in the nose. She went cross-eyed staring at it. Getting into a squat, Valentina grips her Daddy’s dick, bringing her face closer to wrap her juicy lips around the tip of his dick. She began to suck lightly before lowering her lips to try and fit him further inside.

“Good girl deepthroating Daddy, you better try and fit my dick in there before I pop that ass. Give it a nice smack.”

Valentina drooled and slobbered as she controlled her breathing to fit him all in. Screw fucking ten inches of the dildo when you have all this real dick in front of you waiting. He was giving her the dick without even touching her. His hands were behind his back while his hips moved.

“Open that mouth, BABY, let Daddy put that dick all the way in. Say I love big black dick.”

Valentina slips her mouth off before licking her lips, “I love big black dick,” She spoke timidly.

“Say, I want Daddy’s big black dick in my phat pussy all night,” Erik strokes Valentina’s hair back.

“I want Daddy’s big black dick in my pussy all night,” She licked his tip.

“Hmm, yes, you knew Daddy would be horny and needed a throat to fuck?”

Valentina nods her head while sucking his dick with her mocha eyes drawing him in.

“You got some sexy ass eyes, ma. Looking up at me like that. Are you gonna suck the cum out this dick and swallow it?”

She blinked at him while nodding her head.

“That pretty face with those big brown eyes looking at me like you want me to turn you out. Stay still so I can fuck your face with this big dick.” Erik fisted Valentina’s hair to keep her still while his hips propelled his dick in and out of her mouth. She gagged and made gurgling noises around his thick pipe each time he went deeper. Valentina and Erik hadn’t noticed a chick from Delta Sigma Theta sucking dick herself outside of the bedroom door while forcing a glass dildo in and out of her pussy. She had a few towels laid out under her butt to soak up her squirting mess. Speaking of squirting, that was exactly what her pussy was doing. She pulled that cream covered glass dildo out and rubbed her clit to help her pussy squirt. The guy getting his dick sucked palmed the back of her head and forced his dick inside so hard and deeply that her nose touched his pelvis.

“Can you help me bust a nut before I play all in that pussy? I’m tryna give you this big black dick from the back, you little nasty bitch. Hmph, that's my girl.”

UGHH!” Erik snatched Valentina’s lips from his dick, some of his cum shooting on her cheek before her lips hungrily swallowed him whole again to milk him more. He tasted so damn good. Valentina fingered the cum from her cheek to lick clean. She swallowed cum for the first time. Now she wanted some more but Erik was pulling her up from the floor and walking her over to the bed where he arched her body over it. He didn't waste any time spreading her pussy lips apart to munch on her peach. Instantly, Valentina was a fountain in Erik’s mouth. She squirted and squirted each time he sucked on her clit like it was a never-ending popsicle. That was her weakness. LIcking and tongue-fucking her pussy did that job too but when his full lips wrapped around her clit and labia and sucked she wasn’t herself anymore.

“Fuck, Daddy, stopppppp uhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” She whimpered with her release. All Erik kept whispering was that she was so wet, so fucking wet, so juicy.

“Daddy, Daddy, nooooo, umph, Daddy, Umph!!!!!”

Valentina had Erik’s face between her ass cheeks from how hard she rocked back and forth. Erik slowly but tightly pulled his lips off her clit, finally full with her juices. He wipes his mouth with the back of her hand before rubbing Valentina’s clit. His eyes looked up to see a few chicks in the bedroom, on the bed, rubbing their pussies. They were all eyeing Erik heavily, hoping to have their turn next. They all stared with dripping pussies while finger-fucking and rubbing themselves. It was such an erotic sight.

“Look what you’ve done,” Erik pops Valentina’s ass, “You got all these bitches in here waiting for me. Look at their fucking faces, come on, do it, bitch,” Erik barked out between clenched teeth while fixing her arch so he could fuck her, “They are so fucking desperate, shit doesn’t make no sense, HOLD THAT PUSSY OPEN WHILE I BEAT IT UP!”

Valentina quickly did what she was told while staring at the women as they moaned and came all over the bed.

“Yes, Daddy, bang my pussy out,” Valentina begged.

“Can you bang mines out next?” Valentina recognized the face. Her name was Taylor, they had Sophomore English ii together. Tall chick with long lemonade braids in her hair and features that reminded her of Dorothy Dandridge. A striking beauty.

“Fuck,” Erik’s dick got harder at that. He grabs Valentina’s cheeks while using his hips to push his dick in. Not only was she wet, but she was also tight too. It felt like a force grabbed hold of his hips to make him push his dick in all the way. It happened so fast, no time for Valentina to get used to him. She clenched him tightly that his dick sank in. She arched further, her head whipping around to give him a dumbstruck look. She was stuffed to the hilt with ten inches of big black dick.

“Oh my God it’s so thick,” She pants heavily.

All the women around them moaned in unison. A few guys piled into the room to help them out since their pretty pink pussies needed attention from a man and fast. Now, it was like one big orgy.

“Erik, it’s so big. Daddy, you were right, it’s so huge inside of me! I can’t even move without feeling it in my stomach, Oh! Daddy! Oh! Oh! Oh!” She said that each time Erik dug deep.

“Listen to how her pussy sounds!” A random guy's voice yelled out.

“Damn, Erik, yo, she’s creaming all over your shit.”

“Give it to him baby, it’s okay,” A seductive female voice spoke.

“I just love to watch a big dick nigga fuck some black pussy! Ahhh!”

It was multiorgasmic. Just hearing other people getting fucked and watching big black dicks swing in her face with Erik grunting and clawing at her hips while he pounded away inside of her gave Valentina a sexual high. A straight-up fuckfest. Dicks, tits, ass, and pussy. You had women who came to these events with the urge to suck dick. You had other chicks who needed their puss ate out so bad to the point that the person sitting next to them were their victims. China was in that room and Valentina caught a glimpse of her grabbing the back of an ASZD member's neck, bringing her face down and in her puss.

“Look back and watch this dick while I fuck you,” Erik watched as Valentina looked back at him with her sexy eyes that he couldn’t get enough of.

“Make a mess on this dick, pussy just creaming while you getting fucked. So you like em’ long and thick, huh?”

“Ummm, yesssss,” Valentina loved the way he stretched her.

“You were built for a big dick in you, huh? Show out, ma, show me how much you love the way I treat this good pussy.”

Erik went still while Valentina bounced off his dick. She was fucking him like she was fucking a dildo suctioned to the wall. Erik just bites down on his lip painfully and watched her ass ricochet off of him. Valentina was throwing that ass in a circle on his dick.

“Yeah that’s right, fuck me hard. You cumming? You gon’ use Daddy’s big dick to make yourself cum? You gon’ use me, ma? Wet fucking pussy, I need all that, use me, uh-huh, mhm, pussy sound wet as fuck too, throw it back on Daddy’s dick baby girl, yes, you the best, baby, fuckkkkk, cum, cum, I bet this feels amazing-”

“OOOOOOOOO, Uhhhhhhhh!” Valentina’s ass clapped louder than any other chick in that room while she came on Erik’s rigid pole.

“Long strokes only,” He thrust forward so sharp and sudden making Valentina let out a silent scream.

Fuck, I love it. Why your dick so big like this? Why Daddy? W-why?” She shuddered when he hit her hard from the back.

“Fill her up so good!”

“She got that phatty too!”

“That’s how you work a pussy.”

“All up in that shit.”

Valentina’s hair was being pulled as her hands reached out in front of her to grab hold of the sheets. Tears streamed down her cheeks while Erik used all his strength to knock her pussy down and into that bed. The headboard smacked against the wall as he chased his release.

“Look how far it goes in! Mmm”

“Daddy, I love this dick. I’m yours, I’m all yours, fuck me like this all the time, Be a good Daddy and fuck me like a Daddy would. Make me your little slut, yes, Daddy!”

“GODDAYUM oh yeah, baby, take this dick!!!!!”

Erik was defeated. He slaps Valentina’s ass causing it to sting as his dick rippled and expanded inside of her to shoot his cum into her pussy like he was busting a cap in her.

“Fuck my dick with your wet pussy baby! Give me your juices on my dick!”

“Umph, I’m coming, Daddy,” She turns onto her back, pulling her legs back and making that pussy laid out for more.

“Come to Daddy then.” Erik put that dick back inside its rightful place sliding in and out that wet puss.

She felt so warm with a belly full of cum. He still wanted more of Valentina. The night was young. She will offer her wet pussy to him as long as he continued to be the best Daddy and fuck her silly. Exactly what she needs.

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agentwhiskeysdarlin · 4 years

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Full of You

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Fem!Reader (no y/n)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: this is pure filth okay, cockwarming, Jack’s filthy mouth, spanking, Daddy kink, clothed Jack and not clothed reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), I believe that is all

Word Count: 1,659

Author’s Notes: So technically this was a request made by @sabinemorans awhile back and I am just getting to it because inspiration just kind of struck and it kind of happened. I owe some emotional support to @clint-aww-no-barton & @discogrrl cause honestly they are my cheerleaders. I hope you guys enjoy and feedback is always welcomed!! (As much as I write for this man I am sorry for the repeated use of gifs. I was eventually going to run out.)

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You both had agreed to this and you needed to be good and do what you promised. My god it was so damn hard though. Laying in an empty bed night after night, not hearing from him and when you do it’s short lived and sweet words of missing and longing. You had so much pent up energy it was driving you insane. Why could he not just come home already? Maybe you could just once. I mean how was he going to know? You could just hump your pillow or just rub your clit, nothing too crazy and you would never have to tell him. Why in the world did you agree to this anyway?

Jack had made you make a promise before he went on the longest mission in history to not touch yourselves while away from each other. It was the first mission he had went on since the two of you had moved in together and were perfectly in the honeymoon phase of constant love making. The simple thought of the man drove you wild and now you couldn't stop thinking about his hands all over you. You laid in bed starring at the ceiling, your mind racing and finally you decided to fuck it all. How was he going to find out anyway? You slipped your hand into your shorts and brushed over the bundle of nerves. You let out a small moan. You closed your eyes, let your mouth fall agape and let your head fall back as you went to work rubbing you clit. You moaned Jack’s name like he was right there, laying behind you working you like he only could. You never heard him come in nor did you see him leaning against the doorframe as you lost yourself in the fantasy in your head.

“Now princess what’s this?” His tone was series and you jumped quickly sitting up.

“Jack you scared the shit out of me!” You exclaimed as you looked at him.

A very vivid blush had rose to your cheeks and you were giving him the most innocent eyes you could muster up. He walked to you still in his suit and cowboy hat that he normally wore on missions. He let his hand gently rub down your cheek, a thumb across your bottom lip before he took his pointer finger and raised your chin up so your eyes met his.

“Would you like to explain yourself princess?” He set a stern face and shame immediately washed over you.

“I just really missed you Jack and I needed a release so bad,” your voice had dropped and your eyes looked away from his.

“Well darlin’ I’ve needed a release for days now but not once did I touch myself because we made a promise,” he stood up straighter.

“Jack I’m so sorry,” you looked up at him with a pleading look.

“Oh you will be once I’m finished with you princess,” a smirk grew across his features and you audibly gulped.

He started to remove his jacket before sitting down in a chair that sat in your shared bedroom. He pated his lap before crooking his finger to come to him. You very clumsily climbed out of the bed and went to him.

“Strip.”

“Yes Daddy.”

You started to remove the few clothes you did wear, a pleased look appearing on Jack’s face when he saw you wore nothing underneath his shirt and the short sleep shorts you wore. He had already worked his cock out of his jeans and was stroking the already hard member. You watched not helping when your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

“Come here princess,” Jack reached out a hand for you.

You gladly took his hand before he pulled you to straddle his lap. He never spoke a word as he simply pulled you up and lined himself up with your already dripping entrance. You slowly sank down on top of him and my god did he feel so good filling you up again. Your eyes had fluttered open and your mouth dropped with a moan as he sank completely into you. He held his hands on your hips surely bruising you with his grip.

“Jack please,” you whimpered as you wrapped you arms around his neck and played with the hair that stuck out from under his cowboy hat.

“Oh no no princess. This is how this is going to work. You wanted my cock so damn bad you are getting it but if you want to cum you are going to have to get creative because you are not allowed to move.”

“That’s not fair Jack,” you pouted yearning an amused chuckle from the man.

“Oh it’s perfectly fair princess and actually a lot nicer than what my original punishment was. You would have been begging for this,” he let his hands rub through your hair and down your arm.

His fingers brushed at your nipple and then grabbed ahold of it before pulling. You gasped out and bit at your bottom lip as you arched into him before his hands came back to grip at your hips to keep you still. Fine he wanted to play like this then you were going to make him break first. He will be fucking up into you with no mercy in no time. You let your hands that still played with his hair lean him forward towards you and you connected your lips to his. It was a hungry and deep kiss, you wasted no time. It felt like it had been ages since you had kissed him and for the smallest moment it made you forget about the cock that pulsed inside of you. You pulled away panting and keeping your face close enough to his to feel his breathing fan across your face. You smirked before squeezing the walls of your pussy around his cock. It yearned a groan from him that followed in a chuckle before one of his hands left your hip and came crashing down against your ass. You let put a yelp but arched your back at the stinking feeling.

“Keep pulling that crap and this punishment is going to get a lot worse princess.”

You didn’t even flitch at his words as you reached down and started to unbutton his shirt and slowly pull it apart. You rubbed your hands down his chest keeping your eyes on his before you reached down, letting out a moan at the new position before kissing up it from as far as you could reach up to his neck. You let your tongue flick out every once in awhile leaving a lick in its path instead of a kiss. Jack let out a growl before pulling your head by the back of your neck up to look into his eyes again.

“Princess…” his voice was full of warning and all you did was smirk.

“Oh come on Daddy. You know you want to fuck up in me. You want to feel my pussy cum around your big cock. What’s that saying again? Save a horse, ride a cowboy? Why take that away from a girl,” your voice was teasing and Jack’s breathing had picked up at your words.

He seemed to look all over your face. His features had almost grown angry and you wondered if you had went to far. Jack’s movements were quick and it took you several seconds to realize what was happening when he started to fuck up into you. He had reached one arm around your lower back to support you and his other one found your hair and pulled back as he began to pound into you. His hips snapped hard and fast never letting up even once. He pulled noises from you that you had no idea you could make. He let his hand in your hair come around and find your cheek softly placing over the burning skin and pulling your face close to his. He locked his brown eyes with yours.

“This what you wanted huh? Wanted me to pound into you like I’ve wanted to for fucking weeks now? Yeah Daddy is the only one who can make you feel this good ain’t that right princess?”

“Fuck yes Daddy! Yes!” You moaned out and your eyes fluttered closed.

“Oh no open your fucking eyes I want to see them when you cum around my cock. Fuck I’ve missed this pussy so much!” Jack moaned as he seemed to speed his efforts up which you had no idea was possible.

“Daddy I’m…”

“Cum for me princess,” Jack growled the words in your ear and they sent you off the edge.

You body shook and you let out a loud moan. Tears danced at your eyes as you squeezed around his cock, your orgasm completely taking you over. Jack followed right after moaning and groaning your name as he released inside you. The both of you sat there panting, sweaty messes after the highs washed over you both. You let your head fall to his shoulder and he slowly and gently pulled out of you before bringing you fully onto his lap. He held you and ran his fingers through your hair as you contained to catch your breathe.

“You okay?” His voice was horse but gentle and you finally opened your eyes to look at him.

“I’m perfect,” you smiled a sleepy smile and Jack bent down and planted a kiss to your forehead.

“I really am sorry Jack.”

“It’s okay darlin’. I may have to catch you trying to please yourself more often,” he chuckled and gave you a wink.

You couldn’t help but to let out a laugh of your own as you cuddled more into him.

“Let’s get cleaned up and get in bed. You are going to need all the rest you can get because I have weeks to make up for darlin’.”

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headoverhiddles · 4 years

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You're So Vain - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You wear a Rob Zombie dress to your boyfriend's double headliner concert. This article of clothing has a certain effect on him, and it’s not good.

Notes: Heaven Upside Down era! I just banged this one out fast (that's what she said) and figured it's passable enough to post. Takes place in the same timeline as "Just For Me." Enjoy the light dom/sub jealous!Manson quickie! ALSO HAVE YOU SEEN HIS NEW HAIR FROM THE OSCARS PARTY???

His eyes meet yours through the mirror as he shadows his eyes. You can tell immediately upon your entrance into the room that he’s not pleased, and you can’t wait to hear why this time.

"What's that?"

You look at your boyfriend, to see where he's looking now. His eyes are on your clothing. "What do you think it is? It's a dress."

"Don’t need your attitude. Is that really what you're wearing? For the show?"

You sigh. He always has a way of making you feel special. "Yes." You spin around in your black and red dress, adorned with symbols, splatters and big "Rob Zombie" logos on it. "I think it's perfect, since you're playing the show with Rob, Twins of Evil, yada yada."

"I'm sure Rob’s going to love that," Manson says in a low voice, and the undertone of irritation does not go unnoticed by you. He sucks in his cheekbones to dust them with a powder puff of blue, and you dissect the darkness in his eyes. You can’t say you didn’t know this was going to happen, when you wore a dress with his co-headliner’s name all over it. You know how possessive your boyfriend can get.

Provoking? Of course that’s not what you’re trying to do...

You smirk, walking over to smooth your hands down his chest. "Jealous?"

"I’m not jealous. But you've got his name emblazoned over your tits."

"And whose tits are they?"

"Mine."

"The correct answer there would have been "yours," but the jury will accept it."

Manson grumbles some more. "When did you even get it?"

"I ordered it."

"With my money?"

"Look, I'm supporting my friend. He's in the band."

"In case you don't remember, Ginger was my drummer for 15 years."

"Well, he's not anymore. What do you want me to say?! I'm not gonna wear a dress with you on it! I've got you on my body every other night of the year, I don't need it tonight."

"You don't think I'm going to fuck the shit out of you tonight?"

"Not at the rate you're going," you tease.

“Watch yourself.”

“Make me.” It’s a clear invitation, up in the air.

Manson looks like he's about to literally growl, but turns back to finish his makeup, sulk, and down his three "complimentary" glasses of stadium beer. It’s not worth it to start anything with you ten minutes til showtime, and you have to say, you’re disappointed he doesn’t make a sport of it.

When your boyfriend goes out on stage first, Zombie's band comes in through the backstage, along with your best friend from when you two worked in Vegas together. "Kenny!" you grin, jumping into his arms. He picks you up in a hug, that drummer strength useful in boosting you up.

"Ah, (y/n)! Glad you could come on this leg of the tour. I was so excited when I heard we were playing with Manson again, couldn't wait to see you."

"We're definitely meeting under calmer circumstances this time," you smile, arms wrapped around him tight.

He laughs, remembering all the backstage shenanigans from the late 90s touring days with you along for the ride. "Yeah, it's much more chill with Twiggy and Pogo gone. And Manson's toned down a little I guess."

You cock your head. "In a manner of speaking."

"It's kind of nice. It's like we've grown up, you know?"

"I don't think Manson will ever grow up," you laugh. Ginger pulls away to look at your dress, finally noticing it.

"That's super cool... what did he think of it?"

You giggle. "What do you think he thought of it?"

Ginger shakes his head, remembering the fiery look of pure rage his ex boss had given that one guy from the pit at that one concert in 1999. The guy’s never gonna change, I swear.”

Rob comes in, punching the air. "Ready to fucking ROCK!?”

"Totally!" John calls from a distant room.

"Woah," Rob says, "You must be (y/n). Ginger's told me all about you."

"All bad?"

"Jesus, yeah. Heard about the time you got plowed on stage in '99. Typical Manson. Cool dress." Rob looks at your outfit. "Really cool. Hey, what's up with your bf?"

"What? What about him?"

"He's crashing and burning out there. Crowd's pissed, whiiiich means I'm gonna have to save the show."

"Shit..."

"Bad day?"

You sigh, and walk out to the wing. Rob's right. The crowd is practically rioting, and they're not the only ones who are pissed. Manson seems to be out of his mind, singing Kill4Me with a particularly hard edge and apparently a version that skips every third lyric. He then launches into an overly aggressive rendition of The Beautiful People.

You know exactly what this is about.

Rob jostles your shoulder as he prepares to go out, wishing you luck when you should really be the one wishing him luck. Ginger gives you a low five, and you take a deep breath as Manson comes stumbling off stage, makeup trailing down his face and neck from the water he always spits upward.

"Could you be anymore of a child about this whole thing?" you demand, crossing your arms. He points a wavering finger at you, letting the security carry him properly toward the hall.

"Don't. Even."

"Oh, don't what? Don't what? I can't wear a dress now?"

"Wear whatever the fuck you want, I don't care." Piggy D hurries between you two awkwardly to run out on stage.

"You are being such an asshole."

"Whatever. You wanna misinterpret how I... what I'm..."

"I know you, you're jealous."

He shoves the security off, coming back over. "I'm not fucking jealous."

"It's a dress. What, you think I wanna fuck Rob?!"

This time, he does growl. His tall, imposing form advances on you, and despite his debauched appearance, the intense darkness in his eyes is unmistakable for anything other than hunger. Real fear flickers through you for a split second.

"Wanna try that, little girl? Hm?" You shiver, breath quickening, but you've known your boyfriend for far too long, and you're not about to back down now. You want him hard and fast, and it’s your turn to get him back for making you wait.

"Maybe I do," you whisper defiantly. That does it. He tears the straps on your dress. You moan, letting him reach in and grab your thighs, and lift you against the wall with ease, pinning you there.

"You want me to drag you out on that stage, and fuck you in front of the crowd again?”

“You only teased me in front of the crowd,” you have the nerve to reply, “You never actually fucked me out there in front of anyone.” Manson holds you by the neck as he roughly marks you down your jawbone.

“That’s because you're mine," he mutters, hurrying to get his dick out, "You're fucking mine. Only person gets to see these tits, see this pussy? Is me." He leans in to hiss: “Only one who gets to see you gush is me.”

You can't protest, caught up in a rush of arousal as his stage pants rub dangerously close to your clit. You grind your hips forward, desperately seeking his touch. You’ve never wanted him so bad, his stupid fucking feral expression covered in pink and blue gloss driving you wild.

"Fuck me," you gasp, not stopping to wonder if the roadies were around or minding their own business.

"Oh, I'm going to, baby," Manson whispers, finally getting himself out of his briefs, "You need to remember who you fuckin' belong to." He tugs your hair back sharply, and sinks his teeth into your shoulder. You scream from the shock of it, and wetness starts to drip down your thigh.

"Ah," you hiss, pussy clenching desperately to be filled, "Do it again."

Manson bites down your flesh to the tips of your nipples, leaving pink marks across your chest. He reaches up, letting your leg fall slightly as he slips two fingers inside you.

You gasp again, louder this time over the beat of Rob performing Superbeast, and clutch tighter to your handsy boyfriend. He comes back up to suck your neck, nipping slightly at the sensitive spots where he marked you before.

"Fuck me, come on," you chant, “Fuck me like you did that day.” He grabs you again by the neck, dragging you in for a rough, sloppy kiss. A hard pound, and your back hits the wall in rhythm with his body. He doesn't wait for you to adjust, and you both know you don't need him to. He slides in deep, with you very ready to take him, and he pulls back easily before thrusting back in harder, the weight of his body pounding against you heightening the thrusts. His belt buckle jangles with his every movement.

"How much do you love this cock?”

“I love it, I want it--”

“Can Zombie do this?"

"No--"

"Could he make you cum like this?"

You whine. "Only you can make me cum."

"That's right. Don't ever forget it, or I’ll fucking remind you again." He kisses you again, all sloppy tongue, and your hair falls forward between you two as he puts every ounce of effort into bouncing you on his cock. He thrusts one more time with a low grunt, and the pain in your scalp as he tugs again sends you over the edge into a much needed climax. He freezes too, deep inside of you, and you feel him finish.

Manson lets you down, groaning as he rubs the sweat and shiny makeup off his face. Adrenaline shooting through him from both his show and the sex, he’s spoiling for a fight as was usual in these moods. He glares at a stage tech who had been coiling ropes. “Fuck you staring at?” The poor guy looks down in terror, carrying on with his job. Yep, Ginger was right, you think with a smile. He’s never gonna change. No matter how long it’s been, he’s still the same Manson you’re stuck with.

Manson zips up his pants again and unbuttons his restricting black stage vest. Breathless and rubbing your hands around and down your boyfriend’s chest, you pout at your ruined dress in the mirror, straps dangling down your arms.

"Look what you did to the dress, baby.”

“Looks better this way. Now you can’t see his name, you can just see your tits,” he smiles lazily, sucking on his bottom lip lasciviously.

“You’re a dirty old man, always looking at my tits.”

“What am I supposed to do? They’re tits, they’re attached to your chest, and I think you’re hot.”

You hide your flushed smile as you turn your nose up, sighing for show. “You do realize it's not normal that the best sex we have is when you're jealous."

"Since when are we normal?" He looks at you through the mirror, tired and grinning. "And I told you. I'm not fucking jealous."

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rhetoricalrogue · 3 years

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“Undress” for Roz and Vincent pls and thanks ❤️

And another one that’s been sitting in my inbox for three whole years! I went with the Witch of the Wilds AU where Vincent is an Amell and Roz is Morrigan’s adopted sister. This is a direct sequel to this piece and this piece I wrote some time ago.

Rated M for some bathtub friskiness.

“Tell me another story, Papa, please?” Vincent sat at the edge of his daughter’s bed, his hand stroking her hair.

“That’s four extra bedtime stories already,” he laughed, leaning over her to kiss her forehead. “I think that’s more than enough for you to go to sleep with, my little Sprout.”

Bryony’s forehead crinkled as she frowned at him. “But…”

“Yes?”

“Will you be here tomorrow when I wake up?” she asked, looking far more worried than a little girl should ever be. “Or are you going away again?”

Vincent’s heart broke. “Oh, my love,” he told her, gathering her up in his arms and gently rocking back and forth like he used to when she was a baby. “I am not going anywhere, not without you or your mother, for a very long time.”

“You found what you were looking for?”

He tapped her nose with his finger. “I did. And now that I found it, I can stay at home with you forever.”

Bryony snuggled into his chest, her head resting in the crook of his neck and shoulder. “Do you miss it, the singing? Grandmother took the songs and the voices away and it’s been ever so lonely since.”

Vincent was thoughtful. “Sometimes,” he confessed. “Though now I’m looking forward to all the adventures we’ll have as a family.”

She looked up at him. “Aunt Morrigan too?”

He smiled. “Yes, even Aunt Morrigan. Now,” he scooted her back into bed and tucked her in under the blankets. “I think it’s time for you to go to sleep. You’ll need to be fully rested so you can show me all the wonderful things you’ve been up to while I’ve been away, yes?”

“Okay. And we can have pancakes for breakfast? Like we did before?”

Vincent chuckled and kissed the crown of her head. “I’ll see what I can do.” With that, he stood from her bedside and went to the door, a flick of his wrist extinguishing the candles in the room.

“She worries,” Morrigan told him from where she was leaning against the wall nearby. “A bit too excessively for a little girl, but I guess it’s not every day her father comes back into her life after a two year absence.”

“An absence I hope she never has to bear again,” Vincent replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

“So, it’s truly gone? You are a Warden no longer?”

He nodded. “In name only. It feels...strange.”

“How so?”

“I’ve lived with the presence of darkspawn and the nights of nightmares for so long as Warden Amell, going back to being Enchanter Amell who can sleep through the night will take some getting used to.”

She snorted. “More like Apostate Amell, seeing as the Circles are no more.” She pushed herself off the wall and began to walk down the short corridor towards another set of rooms nearby. “And what of your former comrades in arms? What will you do, if they try to summon you to Weisshaupt to explain exactly how you rid yourself of the Taint?”

He frowned. “I would like to see them try. I’ve avoided them for a decade, I believe I can do the same for several more.”

She arched an elegant eyebrow. “For the sake of your family, I hope that is the case.” They stopped before a door. “Rosalind...she has missed you.”

“And I have missed her.” He fiddled with the rosewood ring he wore. “I’ve missed her more than words can express.”

“She worries as well. Life in Orlais wasn’t always as...kind to her as it was to me. She fears that you won’t find her as desirable as you once did.”

His eyes went wide. “That’s ridiculous! I love her, no matter what she looks like.”

“Try telling that to her. Some women need to hear the words.” She nudged his shoulder with hers. “I am glad you’re back.”

He smiled. “I knew you’d miss me.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I never said that. Though I am glad that Bryony has her father and Rosalind her lover again.” She turned on her heel and headed back in the direction they came. “Don’t worry about tomorrow, I’ll take care of my niece so that you and Roz can have a late morning...reuniting.”

Vincent turned his face so she wouldn’t see the blush that bloomed across his cheeks, but she laughed nonetheless, raising her hand in a parting wave as she walked away. Alone in the hall, he stared at the door in front of him and felt a bolt of anxiety streak through him. Roz may have fears that he wouldn’t find her desirable any longer, but Vincent had the same fears as well. The two years he had spent apart from his family hadn’t been peaceful ones. Scars littered his body, most noticeably across his face. Would she find them ugly, as many others had? He’d grown accustomed to using a hood or his hair to hide that side of his face from passersby, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to do the same for the woman who held his heart in her hands. Taking a bolstering breath, he raised his knuckles to the wood and knocked.

Inside her bedroom, Roz had lit only a few candles at the bedside, opting to illuminate the room with floating wisps, globules of light glowing amber above a copper tub on the far side of the room.

“You haven’t had a chance to bathe since arriving,” she explained, standing next to the tub, the steam coming off it making her look hazy, as if she were a figment of a long-remembered dream. “I thought a soak would be nice.”

Vincent noticed the way she held her hands tightly in front of her, fingers worrying the matching rosewood ring she wore. “That would be nice. Thank you for thinking of me.” He’d taken off his traveling cloak, gear, and armor earlier, and he noted that it hung neatly by the fireplace. “This is a nice room.”

Roz nodded. “The Inquisitor spared no luxury for their arcane advisors.” She reached down and fussed with the cakes of soaps and towels sitting on a stool she’d put by the tub. “I’m grateful they put Bryony in her own room nearby.” Moving away from the tub, she held out her hands and guided him to sit at a chair so he could remove his boots.

“We’ve never had any problem filling the silences,” he told her, wiggling his toes against the plush rug as his socks followed his boots.

Roz bit her lip. “Then why does it feel like we’re back at the start?”

Vincent rose from his seat and came up to her, hands cupping her shoulders. “You know me, my love. Just as I know you.”

Her brow furrowed. “Things have changed since we last saw the other.” There was a slight tremble to her lip and she took a sharp breath through her nose to try to still it.

“Yes, I’ve noticed.” His fingers trailed over the silk robe she wore. “Silks instead of wool.” He swayed forward until his face was buried in her hair. “Roses instead of herbs. Though you know what hasn’t changed?”

“What?”

Vincent’s palms slid upwards, past her shoulders, over the column of her throat, until he cradled her cheeks in his hands. “The fact that you look absolutely beautiful to me, no matter what you wear.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “Although I will say that I prefer you wearing nothing at all.”

She let out a watery sounding laugh, her hands trembling as she smoothed them over his chest. “I feel the same way.” Her fingers moved to the laces of his shirt. “May I?”

Vincent tensed when she helped him lift his tunic over his head, muscles still sore from a skirmish the day before. Before she could get a good look at the slashing scars across his ribs, he took her face in his hands again and kissed her, making sure to pour the years of longing and loneliness into it, silently telling her how much he had missed her.

“What about the bath?” she asked, laughing against his mouth.

“Sod the bath,” he mumbled, hands moving to remove her robe.

“Ah ah ah,” Roz reluctantly broke away. “Those sheets are clean and you, while I very much like the look of you as is, are definitely not.”

“I can’t even tempt you?” His hands went to the ties of his pants and for once, the way she looked at him broke through his self-consciousness and he gave her a toothy grin as he made a show of unlacing them.

“You know I find you irresistible,” she countered, eyes roving across his naked body. “But in.”

“As my lady commands.” After shedding the last of his clothes, Vincent sank into the water, groaning at the way the heat seemed to sink all the way down into his bones. “I will say,” he told her, resting his arms on the rim and tilting his head back, “I haven’t had this sort of luxury in a while.”

“Oh? No fine inns or other places on your travels?”

He snorted, dunking his head and coming back up, hands sluicing water from his face. “I’m afraid not. At worst, I’ve had a frozen stream to scrub my arms and face in and at best, a pitcher and a rag with a cake of soap that was gone far before I was finished using it to scrub off the grime.”

“Well then,” Roz bent and swished her hands in the water to lather up a bar of soap that smelled of spices and myrrh. “Let’s see if I can do one better.”

Vincent groaned as her fingers slid through his hair and massaged his scalp. “I’ve definitely not had this sort of treatment while away.”

“I should hope not,” she laughed, playfully tugging at his hair as she finished scrubbing it, taking a cup and running water over his head to rinse his hair. “Sit up, I’ll wash your back for you.”

“You don’t have to,” Vincent mumbled, taking another towel and lathering it up so he could scrub at his arms and chest.

“I know, but I want to.” She watched as the suds covered his shoulders, obscuring various freckles and scars, both old and unfamiliar to her. “Where did this one come from?” she asked, finger tracing what looked like a partially healed over bite mark.

“Wolf attack after dealing with a group of genlocks. I ran out of lyrium potions and magic to heal it completely or else it most likely wouldn’t have scarred.”

“And this one?”

Vincent looked down to where her hands had rounded his shoulder to trace over his collarbone. “Thief who thought he could mug me and take whatever I had off my body in Orlais. Suffice to say, he’s not around to do the same to others.” He grunted as he reached down to scrub at his legs and feet, his knee rising up over the surface of the water, the wounds still fresh looking and healing.

“This is why you were limping, isn’t it?” Roz moved so she could put her hand over the injury and Vincent inhaled sharply, goosebumps breaking out over his arms at the familiar and long-missed feel of her magic settling over him like a warm, comforting blanket. Almost immediately, the low, throbbing ache that had kept him company was silenced.

“I ran into a small pocket of those Red Templars you’d spoken about earlier. One of them was quick with a knife, but not quick enough to dodge a bolt of lighting.”

Roz kept a hand on his knee, feeling the skin knit under her palm, and raised the other towards his face. “And -”

He stiffened. On reflex, he tilted his head down, trying to hide behind hair that was unfortunately slicked back from his face. “The Deep Roads,” he said, reaching out and holding onto her hand. It happened about six months ago, right while I was at the end of looking for answers.”

“Vincent.” Her hand tightened on his knee. “Please, don’t hide from me.”

“It’s ugly.”

She wiggled her hand out of his grasp and moved to lean her hip on the rim of the tub. “The injury may be, but the man beneath them isn’t.” She reached out again and although he tensed under her fingers, he allowed her to gently turn his face towards the light the wisps gave off. “How did it happen?”

He closed his eyes tightly as the pads of her fingers traced the long tracks that went from his temple all the way down to his chin. “Shriek ambush. I was with a few fellow Wardens I’d met on my travels and one of the creatures got too close to me.” He leaned against her hand as she moved over the deep, jagged marks across his eyebrow. “I was lucky that I didn’t lose the eye.”

“And the others?”

He shook his head. “As I said, I was lucky. After burying the others as best as I could, I spent that last leg of the journey alone.” It had been painful: out of healing potions, out of lyrum, out of magic energy, Vincent had bandaged himself as much as he could to try and stop the bleeding, the pain of sweat and blood and various darkspawn ichor seeping into open wounds nearly unbearable.

“I wish that it hadn’t happened to you,” she murmured, her fingers tracing along his jaw and chin before catching on the corner of his mouth that had also been split by shriek talons. “But I’m so grateful that you were able to return to me.”

“Honestly, when I was at the point where I felt most alone, my thoughts would always go to you.” He circled her wrist with his hand and leaned his face against her palm. “Thank you for being there with me when I needed you the most.”

Roz let out a cry as she threw herself into his arms, not caring if she managed to get most of her robe wet in the process. “I’ve missed you so much,” she said, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

He held her tightly. “I’ve missed you too. You have no idea how many nights I spent imagining you next to me, the way the light of the campfires would catch on your hair or how just your very presence would throw a sense of calm over me when nightmares would wake me from a few hours’ rest.”

“Probably the same amount of nights I spent wishing you were here beside me,” she answered, standing and moving close to his shoulders so she could bend over him and kiss him passionately. She grinned at his crestfallen expression when she moved away, nipping his bottom lip as she moved towards the opposite end of the tub. “I don’t think we finished your bath, my dear,” she teased, kneeling to fish the abandoned cake of soap out of the water near his feet. She winked at him before moving back up his body, sudsy hands submerging in the cooling bathwater to stroke at his hips, then lower, her motions making Vincent grasp at the sides of the tub with white knuckles while he bucked under her touch.

“Enough,” he rasped, standing from the tub, water sloshing onto the floor and dripping off his body. “Please, my love. My wife. I need you.”

Roz didn’t know who moved first, but her robe was off her shoulders and flung somewhere behind her, leaving her as bare as he was. “Hand me a towel,” he requested, hands already roving over her body to press her as close to him as she could get. “I don’t want to get your nice sheets wet.”

“Sod the sheets,” Rosalind all but growled against his mouth, hands moving across his back as she walked backwards towards the bed.

She let out a muffled shriek as Vincent gathered her in his arms and lifted her off her feet, carrying her the remainder of the way until he could lay her in the bed. “As you wish.” His hair dripped water onto her body, rolling coolly down the valley of her breasts, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

They were together again.

#witch of the wilds au #otp: sometimes home has a heartbeat #alittlestarling

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When The Beasts Run Wild

A weird choice for a first tumblr post but alas! I must undermine expectation! If you’re unlucky enough to be interested in reading this, here’s a little description:

In a deserted environment, brutalized by nuclear fallout, we find Cherry. She’s a quiet, nihilistic young woman plagued by the knowledge that she has lived her entire life in the remains of a society that no longer exists. The story follows her as her fellow survivors celebrate the Summer Solstice. Unfortunately, more seems to be at hand as it dawns upon Cherry and her lover that the world might be ending soon.

When it came to the explosion, no one imagined it would lead to the downfall of humanity. It would lead us to a return to order, an acoustic version of the world the humans had created. They would no longer be a part of it. It was a strange concept to grow used to as the days passed, and people were eaten at by the radiation. Of course, there were people that ran to the nuclear hostels, the ones hidden deep in the underbelly of Mother Earth. Yet, they talk of those places being overrun. One person says they were there when the President was found, slumped over. She’d also been killed by the radiation from the second blast. The person who told me this would die too in the coming weeks. Her face was bloodied when she took her last breath, shaky and demure. Then, with a flourish, she sucked in one last time, as hard as she could, and breathed out, “Fin!” While she didn’t have the strength for that exclamation point, I like to imagine her enthusiasm behind it is deserving of the emphasis.

Dogs run free now. If I had to take a guess on who ruled the expanse of land Mother left us, it would be them. She seems to have made them impervious to the air, to the invisible killer. Then again, we believe that she made us impervious to the same air. Perhaps we are just lucky, though. The dogs are destined. Eventually, we will die out. I don’t think the same can be said about the puppies, with their floppy ears and jovial smiles that cut through the particles.

I toss a piece of my flatbread to the yappy pup at my ankle. Her name is Annika, after Queenie’s grandmother who survived the first blast only to die because of the second one. She isn’t my dog; unlike most of the people here, I don’t choose dogs. They find me, visit me, and then they drift away either to their human companions or back to the dust and decay. Mother Earth would’ve blessed me with one if She wanted me to tend to a dog. They are Her chosen successors, after all. I’m merely here to die and be eaten by one of them when the time comes for my body to return to Mother through a dog’s shit that will hopefully make this land fertile once more.

Or maybe it won’t. Who fucking cares? It’s not like there’s a 9 a.m. office job to attend or a peewee football game to cheer on my snot-nosed kids at. There’s the dogs, the open sores, the radiation, and Mother Earth. That’s all. Those are the last things a human will ever know.

I used to ponder what the limits of humanity would be. I thought I would see the end of it, and that ending would be magical. We would finally know what the finality of the human brain was, what its capacity was. However, it’s become quickly apparent that in my eighteen years, nothing will ever show me that capacity. This is the capacity. The height of human invention and creativity? Its own destruction. How poetic. And to think, I was a baby and I missed it all.

It’s weird, living in a sarcophagus of time. I know everything about a culture that is dead. A species that is dead. Soon, I will be dead too. I’ve been told, by a doctor who lives in the camp, that most of us will only make it another 15 years. Maybe I’ll make it longer, he said, because I miraculously survived the first two blasts before the age of five. If I didn’t die then, perhaps I’m meant to last long enough to outlive the cancers and the ARS. Personally, I don’t think he was a very smart doctor. Even I know that’s not how radiation works. Put simply, I will be dead. It’s only a matter of when Mother Earth decides to reclaim me.

Father sits in The Temple when I return with Annika. The growth of what few flowers and vegetables can be produced in this climate surround him, billowing at his feet. His toenails were kissed by the vines of the potatoes, which had grown gnarly like his bunions. Father was a sight for sore eyes, with the fallout aging him past his years. He deserved to have a big, great white beard, but alas. All he had to show for his near two decades of turmoil was a small patch of growth on his face. He no longer had a full head of hair, and the sores on his skull near his neck opened daily with each movement. That’s what filled my vision as I walked towards him, as his head was bowed in prayer.

“Father,” came out soft and trembling. I cleared my throat. No need for that.

“Any news? Has Her Graciousness spoken to you?”

He spoke about Mother with a reverence that no one in the group possessed. He worshipped her. My mouth became dry, and its taste made me nauseated. There was nothing to report. Mother Earth had never spoken to me. She never spoke to him, why would that change with me?

“Yes, Father. She has.”

His eyes widened, pupils dilating as he took in more light. Blue rhinestones. “What did She tell you?”

I glared at Annita, nudging my head to snap back and tell her to kindly fuck off. The stupid animal simply sat there and stared at me. I rolled my eyes. “Stupid girl,” I muttered before looking Father in his eyes. “Mother Earth tells me that we will be safe for the coming Solstice.”

We had no idea if the Summer Solstice was close or not, actually. We assumed, based on the markings Monsignor Karl had kept for the past nineteen years since the first blast knocked out the power grid in the eastern hemisphere. He was the original Keeper, passing on the reins to Ingrid after he passed. It was hard to watch him go, as the cancer overtook him. For the last weeks, he did nothing but bleed from his mouth. Thanks to him, we are able to honor Mother. Kind of.

“That’s a good girl. Thank you, Cherry.”

I nodded in response, bowing at Father, before walking away. Annita followed me, yipping as we made our way to Camp. Ingrid acknowledged me with a demure nod as I passed her. She wore an ornate necklace, one that was found through scavenging when the Monsignor was still alive, that held a long-stopped pocket watch as its pendant. It was the Monsignor. It ran for the first few weeks following the Chernobyl incident, before the battery finally died. It was what helped him keep the time in the first days. Now, Ingrid wore it to simply mark herself as a special one. She could study sun patterns and tell you the approximate time of day, which made her invaluable, especially when it came down to times like the Solstices. These days, though, she seemed to be slipping up more and more. It made sense, given she was always awake when I woke up for my nightly leak. She had to be tired after being up half the night.

“Hey,” I called out before plopping myself down in front of her sundial.

“Hey yourself. Your shadow is fucking up my clock.”

That was all I needed before I was brushing myself off and moving away from Gritty. It was no matter; she was routinely not in the mood to fuck around. “Talk to you later, precious. Perhaps I’ll visit you on your nightly ‘stare at the sky’ session?”

“Fuck you,” came from behind me as I walked away. “Go concoct more lies.”

The last part came out quietly, as a small tease. My body froze up at first, with my back to her, but I could hear her chuckling in the annoying way she would. I flipped her off before turning into the tent that held our food. Dinner, it appeared, was served.

The small feast consisted of grains, including sunflower seeds, and bits of wild strawberry. For the group of ten people, it would barely make us feel full, but it was enough to satisfy the Itch. When your stomach lining is eaten away for so long, even a smidge of food does away with the Itch for a few. It would at least let us sleep until the Sun came up, flooding us with the blessings of Mother. Ingrid sat across from me, kicking at my shins when she caught me staring at her plate, which was empty but for a bit of juice stain from the strawberries.

“Perv,” she said with as much menace as love. Her smirk told me everything.

I rolled my eyes, playing with my ponytail, wrapping it around the ends of my finger. Perv. It rang over and over in my mind. So what? Was how I wanted to respond. I didn’t, though. My throat stopped me. My heart stopped me.

“Thank you for this blessed bounty, Mother Earth,” Father’s voice rang out.

“Thank you, Mother,” we whispered in a low baritone. Our heads were bowed over our empty plates.

“We worship you for saving us, Lover. Thank you for blessing us with eternal servitude to you. We will cleanse your Home, Wife,” Father continued with our heads dipping further towards our empty plates. There was a small clang as my glasses hit the edge of the ceramic. Gritty kicked at me again. I almost giggled.

This was my moment. I knew this. I had practiced this countless times. I raised my head to see the crown of Ingrid’s head, and I stopped for a minute. Her dark hair caught the last rays of the sun, and I was blinded. My voice cracked as I started us all in, singing, “Danke- Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen.”

“Thank you for all the joy you bring,” everyone started in on the second line, holding their hands out to each other.

Miss Fieri grabbed my hand. Her painted red nails scratched at my palm, and the old hole in the corner of her lip caught my eye as I faced her. Her face sagged, and her eyeliner was smudged. It was a miracle she had any. To my right, Monsignor Karl’s son, Vlad, sat though I had to reach out to wrap my palm around his amputated wrist. He smiled as he sang the lines, “Save those lies, darling, don’t explain.” It was strange to think about the fact that Mother blessed him with the stupid mustache the twinkled with as we sat there, singing. Yet, he was too stupid to become the next Keeper. That’s why we have Gritty.

Across from me, Gritty winked at me. She nodded at my hand on Vlad’s stump, and I knew what she was doing. Who’s the perv now? I thought. I relinquished my smile, giving her a disappointed nod. “Get your head out of the gutter,” I mouthed while Queenie fucked up the “Auf wiedersehen” despite the fact that her mother is from Germany. Dumbass. Gritty caught my look towards Queenie, smiling. She flipped her hair, impersonating the prima donna. I held in my laughter, smiling at her. I shook my head again, but this time in appreciation.

Then, I saw Father’s gaze. His eyes narrowed, brows furrowed so that the long spindly hairs were more apparent. His scar across his face was terrifying enough without the expression. I avoided looking him in the eye for a reason. My mouth formed a thin line in response. I bowed my head, and we finished the hymnal for Mother. We let go of each other’s hands to our lips, kissing our hands, and shooting the kisses towards the ground. Oppa and Kyle gave small whoops and hollers as the old woman and the young man hugged each other. I watched them closely, noting the miracle of their friendship.

“Thinking about the time you fucked him?”

“Fuck you, Gritty. It was four years ago.”

“We all know how formative that was for you.”

“You fucked him too. Shut up.”

“You know we’re supposed to fuck him again.”

“Yeah,” I whispered as we walked further from the tent. Oppa and Kyle went their separate ways, with the kind old woman heading to her tent, wrapped in her shawl she swears Stevie gave her. Kyle appeared to be more preoccupied with the new girl we picked up. Her name was Cola. Like the soda. She was his new toy. She was only fifteen, but she told Father she hadn’t lost her virginity yet. We were supposed to give her unto Mother soon because of that. I don’t know why she bothered to stay. I suppose the food alone is worth it, maybe the dogs. She’s only been here a week and she already found a little dachshund to be her companion. She’s taken to calling him Nilla. Gritty and I passed them, and I gave Nilla a little pat on the head as he came up to my ankles and pushed his nose against me.

“Do you think they’ll force us to do it when we hold the Ceremony for her?” I asked once we were out of earshot.

“Probably. Father is known for liking convenience,” She responded quietly. Her tone was melancholic.

We found our way out of the light of the camp fires. I scooped her hand into mine. “That’s true. It’s been too long since the last time.”

“I don’t know why we’re supposed to wait until the Solstice.”

“It’s because it’s spring. Fertility and all that shit.”

“Isn’t sex supposed to be sacred? What does the time period have to do with that?”

“I don’t know, man. Stop asking such stupid questions.” I let go of her hand, picking up a stick instead.

She folded her arms across her chest. “Just because you don’t want Mother’s babies doesn’t mean you gotta be a dick because I’m asking questions.”

“It’s not that, and you know it, Grit.”

“Then what is it, Cher?”

I rolled my eyes, facing away from her. “It’s easier to just do this shit than think about why it makes no sense.” It was as close of an answer I could give.

“Yeah, but doesn’t it kill you that Mother Earth says it’s just a sacred act but instead we treat it like this fucking parade that happens once a year. Sometimes twice, if Kyle doesn’t get his jizz in us.” Her head was cocked to the side as she studied me. We stopped at the edge of the woods like we always did. We knew no one could see us all the way out here. They just assumed we were playing in the woods, as we had since kids. Not questioning the basis of our existence. I threw the stick into the woods, hearing a small yelp from some animal. Probably a cat, from the sound. “I just…” I plopped on the ground next to a rock, resting my elbow against it. “It’s easier to not think about it instead of what we can’t do.”

“What is it that you want to do?”

“You know what I want to do,” I fire back.

Her mouth snapped shut. She came and sat down next to me. “You’re the only one stopping that from happening.”

“Existentialism doesn’t work when you live in a nuclear wasteland,” I responded as she put her head on my shoulder. “You’re looking for trouble,” I whisper as her hair tickles my ear.

“Maybe I am.” She shifted so her bicep rubbed mine. “Though, I suppose, you’re looking for it too.”

I stared out ahead of me, looking at the stars that peaked up from the line of mountains. The sun was sinking fast, so only a small blue line spread across the sky, and it only served to continue to illuminate the stars. They were twinkling, like the look in Ingrid’s eye or the way the last rays bounced off her pendant. I wanted to sink into the folds of her essence, even if that was the exact trouble she was getting me into. Her cheekbones were highlighted in the rising moonlight, eyes curled up in a smile. I flicked her black hair behind her shoulder, holding it close to my nose for a brief moment. Beauty incarnate.

“You’re right.” I sighed as I sat back to look her in the eye. “I don’t understand why things got so twisted around here, but they did. Perhaps Mother wants it that way. I can’t tell. She doesn’t speak to me. But you knew that, didn’t you?” I joked, tugging on the braid in her hair.

She smiled, poking my shoulder. “Yes. Perhaps She doesn’t exist at all, have you thought of that?”

My eyes widened, and I almost looked behind me to make sure no one heard her. “That’s not true, and you know it. Why else are we here?”

“Pure chance. Luck. Destiny.” She moved closer to me; her breath fanned over my face. “Have you considered why we’re here?”

I sat back, sitting upright. “No.”

“Maybe you should.”

“Mother exists. Nietzche was right, but Mother isn’t God.”

“I think Father killed her, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“The words have been twisted. The principles have been twisted. Shit, we worship the Earth because of some age old religion that ruled the before times. Wake up, Cherry.”

We weren’t close to each other anymore. We both sat upright, rod straight. Her dark, arched brows captured my attention and I stared at them as she stared at the plains of my face. “It’s not like you and I can do anything to change that. Father rules over us, protects us. At least we have food. At least we’re living in the meantime.”

“I don’t think we’re going to be here for long.”

“I-” I stuttered, stopping. “Grit, what are you on?”

Her eyes were serious. Their brown expanse was narrowed for the first time in a long time. They were hard, determined to be taken for reality. She looked practically possessed. Her dark eyes were almost black. She didn’t speak for a moment. “Ingrid, please, tell me.”

The lost, yet determined, look in her eyes faded and she grabbed my chin, pointing my head towards the sky. “You see all those stars?” I made a noise to affirm yes. “Do you see that green one? Over to the left of the moon?” I made another noise. “That’s a new star. I don’t believe it to be a star, though.”

She let go of me, though her hand held my face still. “Oh,” is all I said. The world came together like a puzzle piece at that moment. That was why she was being so careless as of late. That’s why we were here now.

“You’re going to kiss me before the world ends, right?” I asked in a petite voice that almost broke. It was the only thing I thought of as it occurred to me that my prediction would be coming true sooner than I thought.

It was then that she tucked her hands into the base of my ponytail, anchoring herself to me as she pulled me forward to touch her lips to mine. They tasted of cherry chapstick, something she must have collected when she went out exploring to the local abandoned gas station a few days ago. My tongue instinctively reached out for a better taste, and she let me in. It was then that my hands were all over here, and she kissed me harder.

A week passed, and the Ceremony was upon us. Cola was going to be the star of the show. She was dressed in a red bridesmaid dress we found on one of the group explorations we went on. It fit her perfectly, and coupled with the dandelions in her curly red hair, she was fit to be the Solstice Queen. Kyle was also dressed in his suit that he’d worn for the past two years. Ingrid sat in front of her sun dial, dressed in her normal pair of jeans and a t shirt with holes. She couldn’t be convinced to dress up. I, however, was in a new dress Father had given me. It was a wedding dress like Princess Di’s. It was found in a thrift store, and he had held onto it for this Solstice celebration. It was poofy, and I was forced to wear the headpiece with it. I looked like a sullen bride, with my stained face and ratty hair. Queenie dyed my lips red with leftover strawberry juice. Gritty told me I looked like a pig to slaughter. She was probably right.

“Cherry,” Father called out in his quiet tone. “Come ‘ere.”

I shuffled towards him, passing Kyle and Cola, who stood whispering and touching each other. “Yes, Father?”

The sun was high in the sky, forcing Father to cover his eyes. “Will you get Ingrid in her dress? I know you two are close.” When he saw the light leave my eyes, he continued, “We have to prepare for our Solstice Queen’s first Outing.”

“Yes, Father.”

“I’m sure you can persuade her,” he said with a smirk.

My heart levitated, escaping my ribcage. I looked across the field, over Father’s shoulder, and made eye contact with Gritty. She was looking straight at me with a similar expression to the other night when she revealed to me the nature of the future.

“Yes, Father.”

I passed by Ingrid, nudging her shoulder with mine as I grabbed onto her and forced her to follow me. “Get your fucking dress on,” I mumbled as I led her to her tent.

“He knows, doesn’t he?”

“Probably. He’s acting funny.”

“How would he know?”

“You don’t exactly hide it.”

“Neither do you. You drool in my presence.”

I glared at her. “Bitch.”

“It’s just the truth.”

I rolled my eyes. “Just get dressed. It’s almost twelve. We have to get this show on the road.”

“Wow jeez can’t wait.” Her voice was saccharine.

I didn’t respond. I just waited for her to get into her flowy gown. It was peach colored, and it made her look washed out. Her hair stood out, at least. I played with the ends of it after I helped zip her into the dress. “You look great,” I said in an aimless attempt at flirting.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

It was a miracle she was here. Ingrid had the magical way of being everything all at once. She made me want to relive the artifacts of the past, to dive into that sarcophagus. It hurt knowing that the world was taking that away. It had taken away so much. Mother had taken away so much. I suppose someone has to pay for the sins of the humans past, but I didn’t imagine it would be me. The visceral part of me, in my heart, felt the pain of this realization. I was the penance for disrespecting Mother. This was my service. This was why we did the Solstice Outings. This was why Kyle, Father, and Vlad and the rest of them could fuck whoever whenever. It was why they called it fucking for them instead of an Outing for us. It felt wrong to call what me and Gritty did fucking. It wasn’t that. It was something sweeter, less one-sided. Then again, what we did is the sin that brought us to this aftermath in the first place.

“Is this the price we pay?” I asked as I braided her hair. “Forever damned to a lack of pleasure and to death?”

“I suppose.” She sighed, looking disjointed though connected to what I was saying. “It doesn’t have to be like this. We choose it to be.”

“There you go with existentialism again.”

“It’s not philosophy, my dear. It’s how things are.”

“I didn’t ask to be left to this world. To be forced into this stupid shit.”

“No, you didn’t. But you worship the people, the men, who made it this way.”

“So do you.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true.”

I let go of her last braid, letting it come undone. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”

“What does being free mean to you, Cherry?”

“What are you? A cheesy sitcom? Let’s go.”

I walked out of the tent without looking back. Whatever. Whatever. Whatever.

The Ceremony lacked the pomp and circumstance that many of past Ceremonies would have had. There weren’t many flowers we cultivated beyond weeds. We made a bed out of hay, grass, and these pesky flowers. Ingrid and I held onto Cola as we walked her into the circle of people, which consisted of our tribe. Father stood at the head of the pack, with Kyle standing next to him and Oppa on the other side. She was the eldest in our bunch, so she got to be on his right hand side while Kyle stood on the left. Everyone hummed the Hymnal, while sometimes people sang a few of the words.

Danke shoen, darling. Danke schoen...

I wore the veil in front of my face while Gritty and Cola bowed their heads. Cola was only fifteen, from the looks of her, and I felt a pang in my heart as I remembered that Kyle was two years older than me. He was twenty. The difference sat in the pit of my stomach, sickening me, as Cola smiled so sweetly at him. We were by the bed of flowers now. The humming had stopped. She was pure, still. She was worth worshipping. That would change once this was over. She’d be expected to work the fields, collect things. She’d become withered and worn like the rest of us. She was no stranger to hard work, I knew that. She had survived for this long on her own when her mother died a few months ago. Her innocence was simply so palatable in this moment. Though, perhaps that was the problem. I boiled her down to this ball of naivety when she probably had seen more shit in her lifetime than I had. She was nomadic, built with “street smarts” as they used to call it. She was human. That was why the disgust laid heavy on me.

Father put his hand on Kyle’s shoulder. He smiled in his robes, which were really just shawls we found and blessed him with. He stood with a glint in his eye as he spoke. “Thank you, everyone. Mother Earth has blessed us with a new addition, and may we bless her unto the Earth and manifest Her bounty.”

We nodded, some people making a few grunts in affirmation. Gritty stood stoic, unwilling to do anything more than bow her head. I saw out of the corner of my eye a droplet fall from her face to the floor.

“Cola, darling, step away from your sisters and lay yourself upon our Mother.”

The human stepped forward, kneeling before Father, reaching up to touch the top of his toes from a praying position, before she moved to lay on her chest. From there, Kyle stepped forward, bowing to Father, and then he bent down to unzip Cola’s dress. The red peeled back to reveal white. It was like reverse bleeding. Instead of finding the depth of a person, we were finding the outer shell. Perhaps that was how one got through this.

From there, she was stripped. The dress fell from her chest, revealing her budding breasts, before Kyle pulled it down and off of her, revealing her naked body to the rest of us. He touched her breasts, cupping them roughly, before biting at them. She laid there still, waiting for it to be over. Or at least that’s what I presumed. She didn’t act enthused. That wasn’t her job. Her job was to be there, to pleasure him. Everyone started humming, though not the Hymnal. A different song.

I made it through the wilderness,

Somehow I made it through.

Thankfully, we didn’t sing the lyrics. We hummed. We hummed louder when she started to groan in pain. We hummed even louder when he covered her mouth. We hummed louder still when he finished. We stopped when she sat up. She covered herself again, walking to join us again. She had given herself unto the Earth.

“She gave herself unto him,” Gritty whispered.

I didn’t respond. The sun shined in my eyes, blinding me, as we walked away. Kyle wouldn’t be ready again for another five hours or so, leaving us to tend to Cola before it was my turn. Then, we would turn in for the night before it was Ingrid’s turn in the morning.

It was strange, having an appointment for something like this. It made it better, I suppose, than being shocked by it. Cola wiped at her eyes as we went to Ingrid’s tent. I offered her a shoulder, wrapping an arm around her as we all piled onto Gritty’s cot.

When the sun started to set, we were woken from our nap. Father stood at the opening of the tent. His hands rested on his hips, making dual triangles. His face read of disappointment.

“You silly girls,” he said with a jovial smile, the disappointment fading. “You know it’s inappropriate to sleep together.”

“Sorry, Father,” I started as Cola started to wake up next to me.

“Shut up,” his voice came out hard. He softened as he said, “Just don’t do it again, okay?” though he looked to Cola, not me.

“Sorry, Father,” she said quietly.

“Good girl,” he said back before walking away.

Funny how easy it is to become a pet if you let yourself. Though that was what Gritty was talking about. I chose not to judge Cola because of this.

We got up, picking at each other to make each other primed for another Outing. Gritty fixed my hair, sneaking a small kiss on the cheek before the tent door opened and Oppa came in.

“Let’s go, girls. There’s a shooting comet we see coming our way across the sky. We want to watch it when the sun goes down.”

Gritty and I looked towards each other, and she smiled. My Outing was on a schedule. My life was on a schedule. We knew what this meant. I looked Oppa in the eye. “I’m coming!” It came out happy, bright. It was filled with the last squeeze of life from my lemon.

I left the tent in a flourish. This was it. This was the end. I felt the joy buried beneath me come undone. The string has been cut! I am free. I walk quickly, with Cola and Gritty on either side of me.

“You’ve never looked so excited to be fucked like a stuffed pig,” She teased me quietly.

I looked over to her as we walked to the tune of the Hymnal. “It doesn't have to be like this, remember?” I smiled wide, aware that I looked a little unhinged.

“Yes, you’re right,” she whispered before I stepped away and kneeled down. I didn’t bother to touch the toes of Father before I laid down. In fact, I reached behind me and started to work my zipper down. Kyle murmured, “I got it,” but I didn’t listen to him. His hand stood close to mine as the zipper was worked down. The fabric billowed around me, squishy as I worked my way out of it.

“Cherry, this isn’t how the Outing goes,” he whispered quietly as Father stared down at us.

I didn’t respond. I finished my way out of the dress. I stood up, stepped out of it, and looked Gritty in the eyes. I was naked. Exposed. The stars were looking upon me, as was everyone else. I chose this. It was then that a hand pushed me down, hard, onto my knees. I saw Gritty freeze up, and Cola held onto her harder.

“Cherry,” Father’s voice came out cold. “This is not how the Outing is done.” He pushed me back onto the bed of growth. “Have your way, Kyle,” he said as I laid there, spread out like a plate of hors de o’deauvrs. The circle began to sing.

My fear is fading fast

Been saving it all for you

He bit me, ate my skin, before he fucked me. It was a blip in time. I looked towards the green star, the thing that was coming to destroy us. It was beautiful. I saw life in it. I saw the beauty in all things. I forgot that there was a boy fucking me, brutalizing me, making me his meal. His object. I didn’t care. I wasn’t his. I was this star’s. I was death impending. I was free.

When he was done, I didn’t wait. I plopped upright and walked away naked, forgetting the stupid costume. I wrapped an arm around Gritty’s waist before taking her hand and running off into the night. My bare feet pounded across the wasteland’s floor. The star was coming closer. It would be here soon. I knew this chapter was coming to a close. I was going to end it with her.

We made our way to the edge of the forest.

“Can I unzip you?” I asked Ingrid.

She nodded, smiling, as she turned around and pulled her elegant hair towards her front. It twinkled and wrinkled down her breasts. She was elegance, the form of death that I least expected. I pulled her close and kissed her, enveloping myself in her the way I needed to a week ago. I heard the sounds from the camp as the sun disappeared but the star came closer and illuminated the expanse of earth. I paid them no mind as I danced with Ingrid. Eventually, we became dizzy and fell.

Her hand laid on my bicep, and mine on hers. We stared up to the sky as we had a week ago when we kissed for the first time. The green of the meteor shooting towards us blinded me, but I kept my eyes open. I started to sing quietly as Ingrid’s fingers played at my skin, touching me. “Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen. Thank you for walks down Lover's Lane.”

My voice was awkward, and I didn’t sing in tune. Ingrid rolled into me all the same, shielding herself from the green glow. I wrapped her hair around my finger. This was death. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. She was who I wanted to die with.

“This is what free means to me,” I whispered as she continued to hum the song, taking it for her own.

I could see the details of the rock now. The edges were curved, like the indents of her body. My heart left its cage. It floated above me, blocking out the death rock. This was what was coming to claim me. It sung the song of my soul, repeating back to me the song I had just been singing. It was mine. This was my choice.

The green became more intense. She wrapped herself closer to me. My heart sung louder. This was it. Whatever. Whatever. Whatever.

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SPYING ON MOM by Donna Allen

CHAPTER SIX

So began the incestuous affair between Pat and her son. They continued their ordinary lives, Pat selling real estate and Stuart going off to school each day, but in the evening and on weekends, mother and son had a private life no one suspected. After the frenzy of the first few times, the sex between them became casual and unhurried. They lived together. They loved each ether. The only new thing was that now they satisfied each other sexually when one or both felt a need for it.

Stuart, of course, was more in awe of what had happened than his mother. He had never balled an adult woman before, and he understood the difference now. He was learning all kinds of things about sex. He had more confidence in himself. He wasn't timid with women and girls any more. He had a new boldness. Even his mother was aware of it. And the women and girls he met outside the house sensed he was a guy who knew what to do in bed.

But so far, since the affair began, he hadn't touched any woman except his mother. He was too busy thinking about Pat. Then as the weeks passed, as the affair simmered down to a steady heat, he began once again looking at the world around him.

There were new possibilities now. He looked at the girls and women he knew with greater understanding. He told himself that many of them would gladly fuck him if he gave it a try. The problem was to choose the right woman and the right approach. His math teacher, for instance. Miss Nancy Dale. . She wasn't that much of a knockout, but he'd always had the hots for her. He'd always found her incredibly sexy. Her long thin body. The subtle perfume she used. The way the curves of her ass showed

when she wore a thin dress. And she was unmarried, too. Did she have a boyfriend? The hell with her boyfriend, he thought. He'd give anything to fuck her, but it would never be possible if he didn't try.

He had no trouble talking to her. They knew each other well. She'd known him as a student for nearly four years. The next chance he had, during a lunch-break one day, he talked to her in a way he hadn't dared before. He flirted with her. They talked about popular music, and every chance he had he hinted that she turned him on.

Miss Dale seemed amused. She bantered with him. She smiled whenever he complimented her, but it was a smile that said we both know you don't mean it.

Stuart imagined himself fucking her. He wondered what would be the best way. With a long body like that, maybe it would best to have her on her back with her legs over his shoulders. He imagined her legs pointing straight up at the ceiling and wide-apart. He wondered what her cunt would look like in that position.

"I mean it," he said.

Miss Dale looked at him. "Mean what, Stuart?"

"I mean what I've been saying. You're a very sexy woman. I have fantasies about you."

"Oh my!" She seemed a bit taken aback.

She looked at him a long moment, as if her eyes were trying to penetrate his skull. She pursed her lips in thought. Then she said she wanted him to come to her classroom when the school day ended.

"Maybe we need to have a little talk," she said.

That afternoon, when school was let out, Stuart remained in the building and went to Miss Dale's room. There was nothing unusual about it. Students and teachers had conferences all the time. He had no idea what would happen. There was a possibility she might reprimand him for talking to her like that. But something in his gut told him that wouldn't happen. She's as horny as I am, he thought. He had a feeling about her.

He found her alone at her desk. She looked up from the papers, she was working on and smiled at him. He closed the door and sat down when she asked him to. He sat in one of the front row seats. She moved her chair to the side of the desk and they sat facing each other.

She started talking about teachers and students, and how sometimes a student might get a crush on a teacher.

"It's normal," she said. "You're young and inexperienced. It's perfectly normal for

a guy your age to think about an older woman like that."

Stuart shrugged. "I'm not that young and I'm not inexperienced. I've been with a grown woman before."

Miss Dale blushed. "I see." "Don't be angry with me." "I think about you all the time. "The fantasies."

"That's right."

She sighed. She seemed nervous. "All right, we'll talk."

He knew he had her when she began glancing at his crotch as she talked. She glanced once and then again. During the third glance he slowly opened his legs and she blushed.

"Tell me about the fantasies," she said. He came right out and told her. He said he had daydreams about making love to her. "I think about fucking you all the time."

Her smile vanished and a deep flush spread from her throat to her face. "You shouldn't talk like that."

"I'm just saying what I feel. Everybody knows the words."

"Yes, I suppose they do."

"I'd like to ball you."

"Just like that." "That's right."

"You may be too young for me, Stuart."

"Why don't you find out?"

She glanced at his crotch again and sighed. "All right, maybe I will. I hope I won't regret anything."

What she did was invite him to come home with her. She was very direct about it. She said it wasn't an easy thing for her to do. The school administration didn't approve of such things. She might get into trouble. He had to promise not to tell anyone. Stuart nodded.

"I promise," he said.

"What do you usually do after school?"

He shrugged. "My mom doesn't get home until seven. I usually go home and fix myself a sandwich."

"Then I'll fix you a sandwich at my place.. He didn't care about the sandwich. All he care about was fucking her. But he smiled at her and said that would be fine.

They rode in her car. They talked about school: Then the talk turned to sex. She seemed amused when he told, her he'd balled some of the girls in her classes.

"What about Christie Simpson," she said. "I see the way she looks at you."

"Not her. "Really?"

"I've never even dated her."

Miss Dale laughed. "The way she looks at you all the time, I thought you were lovers."

Then at last they arrived at her apartment. Once they were inside, Miss Dale seemed nervous again. There was no talk about fixing him a sandwich. All she could talk about was how warm it was. He could see the sweat on her upper lip. Then suddenly she backed him against a wall and kissed him full on the mouth.

"I hope you're good," she said. "I need someone who's good."

He could smell her perfume. He found himself quivering with excitement. He had been looking at this woman so long. Now here they were in her apartment. His cock was hard. When she kissed him again, he pressed the bulge of his cock against her belly.

"Oh my!" she said.

She dropped her hand and stroked the bulge. Her fingers moved up and down the length of his cock. She murmured something as she pinched his cockhead. Then she unzipped his fly, slid her hand inside and pulled his cock out into the open.

Holding his thick prick on her palm, she

looked down at it. "You're circumcised." "That's right."

She handled him carefully, as if she was afraid he might go off too soon. "These jeans are awfully tight. Can you get your balls out?"

He wondered why she didn't just tell him to drop his pants. Then he thought maybe she wanted to see his equipment hanging out of his fly. His mother seemed to like that sometimes. She said it turned her on to see his cock and balls hanging out. He slipped his hand inside his fly and scooped his nuts out ta dangle under his cock.

Miss Dale stepped back a bit to look at his exposed fuckmeat. "You're certainly not a child. It's a man's cock and balls, and a guy's face."

"No good?"

"Plenty good, buster. I hope you know how to use that thing. But first I'll say hello."

She dropped down to a crouch in front of him and gobbled his cock. No delicate sniffing and licking. What she did was open her mouth wide and take all of his cock down to the root. He was caught by surprise. He hadn't expected her to be so aggressive about it. This was a teacher everyone said was a dried up old bitch. He'd always suspected that wasn't true. Now here he

was with his cock halfway down her throat.

She held him there, his fuck-knob deep inside her throat. Then she slowly pulled back, all the way back to the tip of his prick. She pulled her mouth free of his cock and licked his pinhole.

"That's my hello," she said. "I like this banana, Stuart. I really do."

After that she rose up. She made him stand there with his cock and balls hanging out of his pants while she started undressing. She walked around the room, peeling off her clothes and talking about the school again.

"I hate the principal," she said. "He tried to fuck me once. He came here one night and I had to throw him out. What a silly old man he is. He drinks too much and then he gets randy and thinks he can fuck anyone he wants. Stuart, what a lovely cock you have! I've known you all these years, haven't I? Honestly, I can't say I've noticed you that much. Not in any special way, I mean. I never realized how mature you really were. Nicely furnished, as they say. I think I'm the one who's being seduced, you know. It's not you, it's me."

She was almost naked now. She had small tits with long dark nipples. Her nipples looked about an inch long. He had never seen nipples like that and he wondered what it would be like

to suck them. His mother had big nipples, but they weren't as long as these.

She worked at her panty-girdle now. She amused herself by being coy about it. "I'm not that much of a sex-pot," she said.

"You're enough for me, Miss Dale."

She giggled. "It might be better if you called me Nancy."

"All right, Nancy."

She turned her back, peeled the panty-girdle all the way down to expose her ass. The girdle came off and she turned around to face him again.

"There," she said.

She had the hairiest crotch he'd ever seen. Wild hair growing everywhere, all over her crotch and halfway up her belly. He could see it on the insides of her thighs when she walked.

She smiled when she saw his eyes on her. "I used to trim it," she said. "Do you like a big bush like this?"

Standing close to him, she tickled his cock with her fingers.

"Do you like a hairy pussy, Stuart?" "It's nice."

"Nice enough to fuck?" "You know it."

"Now it's your turn to strip. Let me see all

of you."

He hurried out of his clothes. When he was naked, she fondled his ass and then his cock and balls again.

"In the bedroom," she said. "I want you on a bed."

During the next two hours they fucked up a storm. First he fucked her missionary style. He had her with her legs way up in the air and her thin hips gripped by his hands. She had an agile body. He found he could push and pull her back and forth on his cock. They both grunted as his thick prick pounded her cunt-hole.

Then at his suggestion they changed the position. He made her bend over to get it from behind. The idea excited her. She said he was a skillful lover. She knelt on the mattress to offer her cunt. When he moved behind her and saw how hairy she was, he went crazy. She had hair growing all the way up her asscrack. He found it incredibly exciting. He pushed his cock between her hairy legs and rammed inside her cunt-hole.

Now they fucked in a fury. She bucked and tossed her ass. She said it was the best fuck she'd had in ages. She said she loved his cock. She loved the way he fucked.

After he came, she sucked him to another

hard-on and told him he had to fuck her again. "Now about your ass?" he said.

She blushed. "Oh, Stuart "You might like it."

"I know I'll like it. That's the trouble."

They had a rousing assfuck. Not as good as what he had when his mother was in the mood, but Nancy's asshole turned him on. All that hair around it. Her ass had a nice firm grip, too. Tight and warm. She told him she'd had a lover once, who used to fuck her ass all the time.

"He left me for another woman," Nancy said. "Maybe she had a tighter asshole."

Stuart thought her asshole was tight enough. He decided Miss Dale had a classy shitter. His mother's was a. bit on the loose side.

I'll fuck all the teachers asses, he thought. He giggled to himself as he shot his load.

The next day in class he kept thinking about the way he had fucked her. She was at the blackboard, solving some equations, and all he could think about when he looked at her back was the shape of her ass and all that hair in her asscrack and the way her asshole grabbed at his cock. He would always think of her like that, as long

as he knew her during the time he was in school. But he didn't want to fuck her again. He had realized that in the morning. His mother had come to him in the morning and found him with a hard-on and sucked him off. It felt so good. It made him realize how much he loved his mother. He didn't want to complicate things by fucking around with another woman his mother's age. His mother didn't mind him seeing girls his own age. She even encouraged it. She said he had to live a normal life. No, he wouldn't fuck Nancy Dale again. Once was enough.

It was only natural now that he thought about the girls in his class. The very class where Miss Dale was working at the blackboard. He thought about Christie Simpson. He remembered what Nancy had said about Christie. She said Christie had her eyes on him. All right, he would find out. She's got nice tits, he thought. When Christie wore a teeshirt you could see she had fabulous tits.

When lunch-time came, he brought his tray over to Christie's table and sat down next to her.

She blushed. "Stuart?"

"You want me to move?"

"No, I'm just surprised," she said. "You never even talk to me."

"I'm talking now."

They flirted with each other. Yes, Miss Dale was right. He could tell Christie liked him. When he said he'd like to see her after school, she was obviously pleased.

"I'd like that. What have you in mind?"

"We'll see what happens."

"There's something different about you, Stuart. I don't know what it is."

"Maybe I'm some kind of alien in Stuart's body."

"Don't joke around, that stuff scares me.

He met her after school and she agreed to walk with him through a nearby park. "It's on the way to my house," she said.

"Can I go home with you?"

She looked at him and smirked. "Sure, why not. I might as well find out what you're up to."

He thought about fucking her as they walked. She would be the first girl his age since he started with his mother. He wondered what Christie would say if he knew he was fucking his mother. Somehow Christie didn't seem as innocent as the other girls. She seemed to know her way around.

As they came near the house where she lived, Christie turned to him. "My parents are not home."

Stuart smiled. "That's nice." "Do you expect to fuck me?"

"Well, answer me."

"I don't know. Yeah, I guess I thought about it."

She said nothing. She led him up the porch steps and into the house. When he closed the front door behind them, she turned to him again. "Do you have an erection?"

He rolled his eyes. "Someone may be home." "No one's home, they never come home this early."

"Okay, the answer is yes. I've got a hard-on."

"An erection."

"Call it whatever you want, I'm going to fuck you with it."

"Not unless I say so." "Jesus Christ!"

She continued teasing him for another ten minutes. They went down to the den and she brought in two cans of Pepsi and a box of crackers. "I don't take any crap," she said.

Stuart shrugged. "What docs that mean?" "It means that even if I like you, I'm not going to let you walk all over me. Okay?"

"Okay."

After that she pulled her teeshirt off and unhooked her bra. She had gorgeous tits. Big and round, the pink nipples standing out ready to be sucked. "You can touch," she said.

"Do you always do this?" "Always do what?"

"Never mind, come over here."

She came to him. She sat on his lap and he fondled her tits. She purred as he tested the weight of each one. He licked each nipple. Then he lowered his head again and this time he sucked. She made sounds of pleasure.

"That's nice, Stuart. You know how to do a girl. Most guys are so dumb."

He tried moving on to other things, but she made him stay with her tits.

"Until I tell you to stop," she said. "You can use your hands more. I like to be squeezed."

He worked on her tits another ten minutes before she stopped him and slid off his lap. She went down on the floor between his legs. She ran her fingers aver the bulge in his crotch.

"It's hard."

"I told you it was." "Let me see."

"Go on, you do it."

She unzipped his fly and brought his cock out. She gazed at his cock-knob with hot eyes.

"They always look so juicy. Like a fruit." "So eat it."

"Maybe I don't want to." "Sure you want to."

She did want to. The next moment her pink tongue came out to lick his cockhead. She had such a sweet face. She kissed his fuck-knob. It turned him on to see that pretty mouth against his prick. Then she opened her mouth and started sucking. She worked on just his cockhead, her eyes raised to watch his face.

"Oh that's good," he said.

It was better than good, it was great. What he discovered during the next ten or fifteen minutes was that Christie Simpson gave great head. He'd had enough girls and women suck his cock to know the difference. She was almost as good as his mother. Maybe at moments a little better. Christie had a way of using her fingers at the same time as she sucked his knob. His mother liked to deep-throat him. His mother like to bring him off without using her hand. If Christie kept using her fingers like that, he knew he would come. How long could a guy hold out with that kind of sucking going on? But she stopped before he came. She pulled her mouth off his prick and smiled at him.

"I want you to lick my pussy."

Girls! he thought. You could never tell what they were like. He'd always thought this one was a shy little thing with a lock on her box. Look at her now.

He went down on her. She quickly slipped out of her panties and sat on the sofa with her knees pulled up. When he zoomed in, she draped her legs over his shoulders.

"I'm hot," she said.

He could see she was. Her cuntlips were banging open. She had a ripe-looking pussy. He could see the white fuck-juice oozing out of her cunt-hole and it turned him on. He went to that first, then he moved up to her clit and she groaned as he whipped it with his tongue.

She had a hot little teenage cunt. More of a fish-smell than his mother had. He had a time sucking her pussy. She squealed when he stuck his tongue all the way inside her cunt-hole.

"I'm coming, Stuart! Oh, boy, I'm coming!" Later they fucked in her room. First they took all their clothes off and looked at each other. He liked her body. She had beautiful tits and a luscious ass. She was blonde like his mother, but maybe a little darker. He made her bend over the bed. "Move your legs apart," he said.

"It's embarrassing."

"Come on, haven't you ever done it this way

before?"

"Not this way."

"I'll suck you off again."

"Like this?"

He showed her. He pulled up a chair and sat down behind her ass. She moaned with understanding when he put his mouth on her cunt. In this position he could actually fuck her cunthole with his tongue. He did that awhile and then he moved north to the puckered rim of her assbud. Her tight little asshole. When she felt the tip of his tongue tickling her asshole, she groaned and pushed back to get more.

"You're blowing my mind," she said. "You're really blowing my mind."

After a while he rose up and drilled his cock inside her wet cunt-gash. She moaned. She squirmed her hips. She fucked her teenage pussy on his cock.

Why not both? he thought. He could have both. Teenage cunt and his mother's hot cunt. There was no need to do without either.

#SPYING ON MOM by Donna Allen #Chapter 6

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Chapter 5 - SBT

Here it is!

"Your suite is number 504 on the fifth floor. You will find your luggage there and a leaflet at the entrance with the times for the meals. Should you need anything, just call the number one on the phone in your room and I shall make sure your request is met."

"Merci bien."

[Thank you very much.]

Lucien was at the reception of the Grand Palace. It was obviously a five-star hotel. If the Frenchman flew in business class, wore custom-tailored suits and drove an Aston Martin car, he surely wouldn't bear the possibility of a hotel with lower standards. Speaking of the Aston Martin…

"May I ask…" He started.

"Yes, Sir?" The receptionist nodded.

"Have you received my car? It's an Aston Martin, a dark blue one, the Panthera."

"Ah, yes indeed we did, only a few hours before you arrived, Sir. I must say, I have never heard of that model before. Absolutely magnificent, Sir."

Lucien smiled proudly.

"Merci. It is indeed a unique model."

The receptionist's eyebrows jumped.

"But of course… Here is the key to it." The receptionist put an Aston Martin keyring with two keys on the counter. "But Sir, I was asked to check your identity before handing the keys over to you."

"Of course." Lucien showed his passport.

The man at the reception had a look through it and noticed that it was filled with many colourful stamps from all over the world.

"Everything is in order. Thank you very much for your patience, Mister… Uh…"

The receptionist looked at the name on the passport but before his eyes could decipher it, the spy slipped his document out of his hand and put it away.

"You may call me Mister L."

"Very good, Sir. Mister L then, if you would be so kind as to sign the register here…"

The man behind the counter offered a fountain pen to his elegant client who accepted it. The expensive pen went from white gloved hands to dark ones. Lucien signed the register and the receptionist couldn't help but be impressed at his smooth handwriting.

"Thank you very much again, Sir."

"My pleasure."

"Here are the keys to your room."

The Frenchman immediately tangled his car keyring with his room one to make but one bunch of keys.

"Merci."

[Thanks.]

The receptionist nodded and almost bowed. Lucien courteously nodded back and took his hat from the counter before turning on his heels.

He walked to the lift and an employee called it for him before joining him.

"Good afternoon, Sir. Which floor?"

"Fifth, please."

"Fine, Sir."

Lucien looked at the young man with him in the lift. His eyes ran from his worn out shoes that didn't match his suit to his hat on his head, which he wore slightly on the side. He was about half the Frenchman's age and clearly had started that job recently. His uniform wasn't perfectly adjusted to him and his heart beat fast in fear that his client would be disappointed with him, Lucien could hear it.

"Tell me young man…" The spy started.

"Y-yes, Sir?"

"You want to keep this job here, non?"

The young man gasped.

"I-I'm sorry if I did anything wrong, Sir, I swear I didn't mean it, I-I've just started and uh-"

"All that does not answer my question."

The young employee blushed beyond his ears and lowered his head.

"Y-yeah, I wanna keep this job…"

The lift stopped and the doors opened with the sound of a bell-ring. The boy looked at the client in the impeccable suit.

"You are doing very well. Don't worry that much."

The young man smiled.

"Thank you, Sir."

Lucien stepped out of the lift and the doors started to slide shut. He turned to face the young man and said, as he nodded courteously:

"Thank me after you see what is in your pocket. Your shoes need a good replacement."

The lift slid shut and the Frenchman headed to his suite, smiling at the thought that the young man was finding a tip that would allow for him to purchase better footwear.

He entered his suite and found his luggage waiting for him next to the door. It was one single suitcase as he liked to travel lightly. Lucien took it and went to the bedroom, looking left and right to his new home. He liked the decor, it was very modern, light walls sharply contrasted with black varnished furniture. Simple and sober, geometric decorations, abstract, black and white paintings on the walls.

He nodded to himself as he entered the bedroom. A large king size bed, a rosewood wardrobe for his clothes, and underneath his feet, one of those very soft carpets that almost massaged his feet as he walked, his entire body sinking with every step.

Lucien quickly emptied his single suitcase. He liked to travel lightly and didn't have much personal belongings. A few old pictures gathering dust in his parisian flat, as he himself had been so, before accepting to come back in business and take on that job. He looked through the window. It was already almost night time but for his brain, it was only the beginning of the day. Ah, the joys of jetlag… He knew he would have to take it easy for a week or so before his body adapted to the local time. Bah, so be it, he could still do plenty of things.

First, he needed to have a good knowledge of the geography of the city surrounding him. That, and locating a few of his contacts would surely fill his week up. Also, as it was his first time in this continent, he wanted to appreciate this new territory, apprehend it and make it his. The Frenchman had to adapt and the faster, the better. He knew he couldn't rely on any guide other than his own gut feeling, and he liked it that way. He liked to think that he was capable of taming this wild new country and make it his on his own. He had always managed it before, even in America.

Lucien went to the bathroom and switched on the light. It was bright white and a light scent of vanilla floated in the air. The room was spacious and contained a wide bath, a separate shower, two sinks and the toilet. His eyes darted between the bath and the shower. He frowned as he hesitated.

As he looked towards the sink, Lucien's eyes caught his own reflection in the mirror. He took a step closer and stared. He looked like himself, but not exactly, if that made sense. The last time he had worn a suit like that dated back to years and years ago. Since then, his hair had turned grey on his temples and at the front. He bent forward to take a closer look at his face. It had lines now at the corner of his eyes. Crow's feet they called them in English apparently. His cheekbones jutted a bit more due to the heavy smoking making him slim; not that he was any other way anyway. He had always been slim.

Lucien had also decided to shave off the beard that he had grown during the years of his retirement and get a haircut. No one looks professional with a grey and black long ponytail.

With a sigh, he turned his back to his reflection and started removing his clothes. He wanted a quick shower to pump the blood in him everywhere and some light dinner. He wasn't too hungry.

About an hour later, the Frenchman was out in the streets again and walking around, exploring his new surroundings. His eyes lazily followed the shops' front windows and most of them were closed. He put his hands in his pockets and strolled along, not too fast and not too slow, his brain carving all the details of his surroundings into his memory.

"Ah…"

One establishment caught his eyes as it was still open. It was nothing like he had seen before, somewhat of a restaurant but it also strongly looked like American diners. Lucien looked inside. There were some customers and the content of their plates matched what the general look of the place inspired. It was simple food, but didn't seem as greasy as the American stuff.

The Frenchman pushed the door and entered. He saw an empty table in the corner and sat on the sort of bench there before looking at the laminated menu on the table.

"Hello there!" A waitress came to him with a notepad and a pen in her hand. "How can I help?"

"Good evening, Mademoiselle, uhm. Maybe you could recommend something?"

[Miss]

"Sure, do you have any idea what you'd like?"

"I am looking for something relatively light this evening."

"I'd go for a Ceasar salad then. Has everything in it, but it's light. How does that sound, hm?"

"Good. It does sound good. I think I will trust you with this." He answered and she scribbled it on her notepad.

"Right! Anything to drink with that?"

"Sparkling water, please."

"Sure! Fancy man you are, eh? Alright, will that be all?"

"Oui, for now."

"Great, I'll be back with your order as fast as I can."

"Thank you, Mademoiselle."

[Miss]

The young lady blushed and headed back to where she came from, leaving the Frenchman alone with his thoughts. He looked at the other clients here and there. There was a bit of everyone, really. People who looked like they were coming out of long work shifts as well as some who seemed as though the day only started now for them.

That was something that Lucien had grown to like, despite him not showing it much, and he owed it to that woman. She had taught him to never judge someone by their clothes or the way they spoke. She herself had come from a very modest family and was only barely making it in life because of her hard work. She was one of those Americans who believed adamantly that the conditions of their success were in their own hands, that nothing could stop them.

It was so iconic of the mentality of her country that even in France they said it: Sky is zhe limit!

The sky…

Lucien rested his chin in his palm, his elbow planted on the table and his fingers of his other hand tapping on the table. The city seemed half asleep. Well, only half. The day workers were long gone and in the dream world, whereas the night owls poured out in the streets, ready to conquer the night and make it theirs.

The waitress came back with the Frenchman's order.

"There you go, your water and salad…!"

"Ah, merci!"

"Is that Italian?" She asked.

"Non," Spy replied with a smile. "It is French."

"Is that where you come from?"

"It is indeed."

"Oh, wow… How is it there?"

Lucien smiled at her and extended his hand to invite her to sit with him. She couldn't have been more than twenty or so.

"Pray take a seat, I can tell you more if you so wish."

"Oh, uh…" She looked around her and seeing that no other client needed her, she shyly sat opposite the Frenchman.

"Do you mind if I start eating?" He politely asked.

"No, no, please…"

Lucien nodded and dug in.

"D'you come from Paris?"

"Oui and non. That is indeed where I used to live, but I don't come from there. However," He raised his fork. "You are not sitting here to listen to an old man tell the story of his life."

"You don't seem older than my dad." She replied and he nodded politely.

"Many thanks. But let me tell you about France…"

The waitress propped her head on her hands and dived in the foreigner's speech.

"It is a beautiful country first and foremost for its natural riches. It offers such a wide variety of landscapes in a reasonably limited surface area. Green plains covered by vines? Or golden fields of wheat waving under the gentle summer breeze? Non? Maybe you would prefer the white summits of the fresh Alps in the comfort of a chalet? Still non? Ah, then let the warm waves of the Mediterranean Sea wash your life away, under a parasol, sipping on a fresh glass of pastis…?"

"Oh, what's that?" The young woman's eyes shone in the decors that the Frenchman had painted invisibly before her eyes.

"It is a local beverage made from anis seeds, its color is light yellow, like a very early winter sun."

"Woah…" The waitress's eyes were half closed and she sighed in the beauty of the landscapes that she was swimming in, in the middle of her open-eyed hallucinations. "You… Are you a guide or something?"

Lucien chuckled and wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly.

"Non, I'm afraid not. Why do you ask?"

"You're sellin' it very well, it's almost like I'm there with you now…!"

"Ah, then I do believe that I answered your request quite well."

"You kiddin'? It was bloody brilliant!"

Lucien smiled gently.

"Do you mind if I ask…" He started as he put his fork and knife back on his empty plate. "I have recently arrived here and I would love to know more about my surroundings. Do you happen to know where I could find a map of the city?"

"Oh, yeah, see that shop at the end of the street?" She pointed through the restaurant window.

"Oui, I see."

"That's Joe's. He's more or less always open and has everything you could ever need from food to a hammer. Bit expensive, but that's the price to get anythin' at anytime I guess, eh?"

"Thank you very much. Anything else I should know about this part of town?"

"We're in the rather good side of town. Only very rich folks live here, a bit to the South from here is where you've got the business district, tall buildings and boring people in suits."

She stopped and looked at the man in front of him.

"Uh, no offense?"

He smiled.

"None taken, pray continue."

"Right, to the West you've got factories. This city's got rich thanks to them originally but now they're being converted into either fancy apartments or fancy offices… Some of them are already ready to be let but most of them still need a few more touches here and there."

"Pardon my interruption but, you do seem to know this city very well despite your young age."

"Well, I was born here and always ever lived here. I don't know, I just know these things…"

"Very good."

"Yeah, I s'ppose… Then you've got the East. That's for normal people, like me. If you get a map from Joe's, you'll see the East side is much bigger than the rest. That's where most of us come from."

"I see."

Lucien finished drinking his water and looked through the window. He made a mental note of the shop.

"Well, I think I am done here. Thank you very much for your time, Mademoiselle."

He stood up, leaving what he owed next to his plate and bowed politely to the young woman.

"Oh, sure, uh…"

He headed for the restaurant's door and held the handle in his grasp when-

"Wait!"

Lucien turned to the feminine voice that stopped him.

"What's your name? Will I see you again? Will you tell me more about France?"

He smiled.

"The salad was very good. My compliments to the chef."

The Frenchman nodded and pulled the door. The young woman thought that was a no…

"L. My name is L."

Her face brightened up.

"Just L?"

He nodded.

"Well in that case, I'm V."

"See you tomorrow, V."

She waved goodbye to him and her cheeks turned pink.

Lucien exited the restaurant and walked to the shop he had been recommended. He pushed the door and a bell rang. The Frenchman's eyes roamed in the room. He looked left and right at the wide and wild variety of products. V was right, despite the narrow size of the shop, Joe seemed to be selling anything one could think of, from food to tools to flower bouquets and school supplies…

"Lookin' for somethin'?"

A husky voice asked. Lucien raised his head and his eyes met with a skinny old man dressed in grey.

"I presume you are Joe?"

"You presume right. And you are…?"

"A friend of the young waitress that works in the restaurant at the other end of the street."

"Ah, Victoria? She's a good kid."

His face brightened up.

"She always tries to send me good folks. So, what's it gonna be for ya? 'm afraid I don't sell ties or fancy shoes…" Joe said, looking at Lucien.

"Oh, I just need a map of the city."

"Can do. One map for the good Sir here…!"

Joe disappeared in the ridiculously narrow aisles and emerged again with a folded map.

"Anythin' else?"

"Non, that would be all, to start with."

"Alright then…! That'll be seven dollars, mate."

Lucien paid and took his map.

"Actually…" He started and the old man raised his eyes. "Where do you know Victoria from?" Lucien asked.

"Ha, she used to come and buy candy from me all the time when she was a little girl. Now she's almost a woman but she still cares about old Joe. She's real nice, innit?"

Lucien smiled.

"Indeed, she is."

"She was one of the kids from the orphanage, see?"

"Ah…"

"Yeah, sad start in life, eh? But she's doing well now. Got a job and smashin' it I'm told!" Joe smiled.

"She is doing quite well indeed."

"And she still comes from time to time. Ah, if only more kids could be like her… Just, y'know… Good kids…"

"I understand." Lucien concluded. "Well, thank you very much, Monsieur."

"Oh c'mon, call me Joe! Victoria's friends are my friends."

"Merci. Have a good evening."

"Yeah, see ya!"

Lucien went back to his hotel room. He didn't want to sleep but he would lie down. The sooner he got his body used to the new rhythm, the better.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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maotranslates · 4 years

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Chapter 2

Novel: Life Going Wild With Plug-ins 带挂装逼, 最为致命 by Shi Zi Qing 十字卿

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I motioned to the shopkeeper to help me pack him up and leave, and when looking back, I found that person staring at me with open eyes, clear and full of contrast.

So it turns out he wasn’t sleeping.

Nightrunner had a set of registration procedures, which were rather annoying, and had to be confirmed with me numerous times. After handling this process, I waved at that person:

"Let's go."

The expressions of everyone around me seemed rather shocked, and someone muttered: “He is injured so heavily, and has been lying down for so many days, how can he just go when told to go? He’s really met a master just as heartless as the previous one……”

That person staggered to the wall and got up, shifting his steps closer to me, having an even harder time walking than I was. As he took a break every two steps, I waited very patiently while holding my sleeves.

It took one incense stick’s time to get out of the inn.

It took another one cup of tea’s time to walk past the Shaxian snack shop.

And it took yet another quarter of an hour to walk to the city entrance.

Even my very slow-tempered self felt slightly bothered.

Me: "Can't you walk faster?"

The Shadow Guard's body shook, and he trembled as he knelt down: "This servant ...... is incompetent …… Master, please punish me as you wish."

His voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be difficult to say.

Could it be?! An idea suddenly flashed through my brain and I felt very smart as I asked, "Are you in pain?"

"I don’t dare." The shadow guard took a deep breath.

"Then let's go." I guess I was wrong......I embarrassedly rubbed my nose, then watched him take a long, long time to get up and continue walking.

After moving two more steps like a snail, I stopped.

I actually had no idea where I should go and what way is good.

The letter only wrote about the task of buying a Shadow Guard, and since I already bought one, I felt that my life goals had already been accomplished, and that I had no concerns.

While meditating on this, I also rubbed my stomach, and the wave of pain made me frown.

"Master ……are you feeling unwell?" The Shadow Guard keenly perceived that something was wrong.

"I've been conspired against, and I don’t have long left to live." I sighed in frustration.

The Shadow Guard was shocked, and said in a low voice, "This servant has committed an offense." Thus, he took up my hand.

Hey, why is a grown man feeling my hand?

The Shadow Guard held my wrist and blanked out for a while, then bowed his head and said, "This servant is incompetent ……I cannot detect Master’s sickness."

I don't blame you, this place is really too sinister.

I gave the Shadow Guard a look full of expectation, waiting for him to guide the direction of my life. The Shadow Guard was baffled by my stare and did not speak for a long time.

Sigh, what are you useful for?

"What am I supposed to do now?" I asked complacently.

The Shadow Guard was suddenly a little nervous, considered it for quite a while, then very cautiously said, "I can only rely on Master’s command."

I only asked you because I have no idea uh……

I thought about it, and put it another way: "Ordinary people, what would they do around this time?"

The Shadow Guard went through another internal struggle: "The common people, they would have supper at this time."

Oh right right right, exactly this. I recalled that the physical body indeed needs a daily meal, and feeling reassured, I said, "I’ll leave it to you."

"Yes." The Shadow Guard answered, but didn’t do anything.

The Shadow Guard waited for a while, then raised his head and looked at me.

I also looked at him.

He looked back at me.

The Shadow Guard’s complexion became a bit complicated, and he hesitantly started to speak: "This servant……this servant has just come out of Nightrunner, and with me???? I don’t……have any......"

"I know." Didn't we come out together? Do I look like I have amnesia?

"......" The Shadow Guard looked at me complicatedly for a while, and then said, "Yes. This servant understands."

Then he slowly moved away.

Was it an illusion, or why did he walk slower than even the ordinary people? He should also have taken physical body operation lessons.

I crouched by the river, silently waiting for the sun to go down behind the mountains, and gradually felt that the very poisonous attacks in my body were becoming worse… So painful, oh my god, I’m gonna die, gonna die gonna die gonna die gonna die gonna die.

"Master." Finally hearing the call, I turned my head and saw a staggering figure, walking towards me with a cloth bag. Getting near, he slowly spread the bag on the floor.

I looked at him in the afterglow of the setting sun. Hey, why was there so much water on his face, and also so much mysterious red liquid emerging through his clothes?

I reached out my finger and poked the small fountain.

The Shadow Guard took a breath of air, his face twisted, looking extremely in pain.

I didn't understand what he was in pain for.

"It hurts?" I looked at him with a good-natured smile.

The Shadow Guard clenched his teeth and said, "No."

Alas, I guessed wrong again, I’ve lost.

This loss was very momentary, because I was immediately distracted by the aroma in the bag, and the smell seemed magical, making me feel tickly.

I smelled this flavor in the experience class!!

This, it couldn’t be, the legendary, food!!!

"I'm very… sorry... I only got a pheasant and a few wild fruits, and roughly cooked it, you..."

In our civilization, it is said that food will be addictive. It is similar to drugs, very dangerous, and once you start you cannot stop. This is because you can only eat with a physical body, and maintaining the physical body is a very luxurious activity, let alone controlling the body to eat.

Yet my hands, not even being controlled, reached out as if bewitched.

The Shadow Guard who just turned back with two newly broken branches looked in amazement at the sight of me eating, whispering, "Master, chopsticks..."

Chopsticks, hehe, don't play with me, how would I know such a difficult operation?

Like a strong wind scattering the last clouds, I cleared the roasted pheasant and wild fruits and shed tears out of excitement.

Ancestors are awesome! The physical body is awesome! Wuwuwu.*

*wuwuwu = “cute” crying noises

After finishing everything, I saw the Shadow Guard mutely staring at me, and coughed in embarrassment. Oh no, I forgot to leave some for him, he is also a human, and also needs to eat...

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

The Shadow Guard painfully shook his head.

Oh, not hungry... why do I keep guessing wrong, so depressing.

So it turns out the Shadow Guard doesn’t need to eat, so impressive, really very awesome.

At this time I just realized that the on and off pain in my abdomen had disappeared, and was replaced with a kind of comfortable satisfaction. It dawned on me that the Shadow Guard must have secretly put medicine in the food.

I looked at him sincerely.

The Shadow Guard fell on his knees, "Master, forgive me! This servant could only find this...!"

Sigh... am I that scary ...

I helped him up, then returned to a situation where I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I could only question, "Let me ask you, what do ordinary people do at this time?"

"Master, forgive me!" He fell on his knees again, "It is time for Master to sleep, this servant should die."

Why does me sleeping mean you have to die? I didn’t understand and frowned. "Where to sleep?"

"This servant is ignorant, I didn’t know Master..." He hesitated for a while, "I don't know which family’s residence the Master is from and how to go back."

I thought about it and said, "I'm not from any family and don’t have anywhere to go back."

"...Sorry, this servant has overstepped his boundaries." The Shadow Guard’s complexion looked blue, bewilderedly asking, "Then tonight... rest at the inn?"

"Then let's go."

The Shadow Guard wore a complicated expression and walked with difficulty ahead, and I leisurely followed while humming a little tune.

It was just that oil kept dripping from the side of my mouth, and feeling a little helpless, I reached out my sleeve and wiped it. It was still sticky, not very comfortable, but much better than before.

The Shadow Guard’s expression while looking at me became even more strange for some reason.

There were groups of two or three people eating in the hall of the inn. I looked at them, then thought about the other people I met today, and looked at the Shadow Guard again.

Hm... I keep thinking... The Shadow Guard is not quite the same as everyone else.

Other people's clothes are pieces by pieces of cloth, even if the style is simple, they are neat.

Why are the Shadow Guard’s clothes full of streaks with ragged edges, and blackened and dirtied?

I remember that in my previous fashion history classes, in some eras people would specially make cuts in their jeans to make them look old, which was a trend of the time.

The Shadow Guard is probably keeping up with the fashion trend of this era.

No wonder people keep looking at him and pointing him out.

Although I don't like this tattered postmodern style of clothing, it is clearly a difference between other people and me, I have no right to interfere with other people’s preferences. This creator god is really very democratic.

The owner of the inn came up, looked up and down at my clothes, his gaze stopping at the jade pendant on my waist several times. He smiled until his eyes became narrow, and when he saw my face, the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch.

"Uh, honored guest, are you staying at the inn? What room do you want, how many?"

I felt a little complicated, not knowing how to answer. I could only look at the Shadow Guard.

"One room.” The Shadow Guard’s tone was a bit hesitant, “......how about …...a principal room.”

Wait a minute, it couldn’t be that he had never stayed at an inn before either?

"Okay~" The boss agreed and looked at the Shadow Guard, full of smiles.

The Shadow Guard looked at me.

Hm? Why are you looking at me?

After waiting for a while, the boss quietly reminded: "Honored guest, first pay a deposit...?"

……Oh! I understand! Asking for money! But that’s fucking useless, I don’t have money.

After the Shadow Guard regarded me with a complicated expression, he took a deep breath, as if making a determination, then turned back and said, "Boss, bring a pen and paper."

Hearing this, the boss arranged it for him. When the Shadow Guard finished writing, the boss looked and his whole body shook, his expression becoming extremely respectful.

"So it is that lord's... Waiter! Quickly send these two noble guests upstairs!"

Eh! Writing can be spent as money! My Shadow Guard is so great!

I glanced at the Shadow Guard with admiration, intending to wait until we arrived in the room to praise him, but his complexion suddenly became very unsightly.

The boss finished arranging the room and looked at the Shadow Guard while whispering, "Young master, your follower’s wounds are not light, should I call a doctor?"

I frowned and looked at the Shadow Guard: "Who told you he was hurt?"

Unexpectedly, when I just finished speaking, the boss knelt down in fear. "My humble self has spoken too much! I should die! Young master, please spare my life!"

…..why are each and every one of you like this? Why are you all forcibly acting like I’m a serial killer...

I went into the room depressed, and saw the bed I had once seen in a museum. In our civilization, the source files of consciousness are stored in network containers while we rest, so the idea that such a simple wooden board in front of me could restore physical strength is seriously amazing.

Do I just lie down on it...

"I deeply apologize for my incompetence, with this unwise decision, you can only stay for two or three days ...Master, please punish me."

I frowned: "You did pretty well, I was even going to praise you."

The Shadow Guard’s face was deathly pale.

I sat on the bed and shook it a few times, finding that the bedding was actually soft, when I saw the Shadow Guard conscientiously crouching in the corner. "What are you doing over there?"

"...I apologize for my incompetence, this servant is a Shadow Guard, who should be guarding the Master in an unseen place, not obstructing the owner's eyes. But... my lowly body is very unsuitable, without the strength to jump on the roof beams..."

Oh, was my Shadow Guard born with a disability?

Being disabled and still engaging in a high risk occupation as a bodyguard, this really must be a strong will in a disabled body.

I smiled at him approvingly. The Shadow Guard fell in fear.

"Won’t you come up?" I patted the quilt.

"...I won’t." The corners of the Shadow Guard’s mouth twitched.

It seems that he likes crouching in the corner and doesn’t like sleeping in bed. I never force anyone to do anything, so I let him be, pulling the covers over me and lying down.

The jewelry I wore jingled together, wearing both gold and jade... it was really pressing quite uncomfortably and unbearable.

I recalled today's unfavorable situation and did not feel very great. I am the creator god of this world, coming here with a plug-in, thinking I would be a big plug-in user who could cover the sky with one hand. Instead, unable to find the golden finger switch, I am just a little defeated thing that is not even as good as the common people.

I don't know what can support me to survive in this sinister Jianghu.* I don’t have a friend in the world, not even two sticks to rub together, what’s left is only... my... good looks… sigh.

*Jianghu = land of rivers and lakes, the martial world

After reaching this place, I couldn't help but feel depressed.

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bellamioneandotherscribbles · 5 years

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Bellamione; Corpse Bride AU

We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love’s light We dare be brave And suddenly we see That love costs all we are And will ever be Yet it is only love Which sets us free.

~Maya Angelou

Once upon a time,

There was a young girl, so bright both in intelligence and kindness, that she illuminated every room that she entered. Casting it in shining beams of golden light. But underneath the surface of charm and delight was someone who had suffered through loss and grief their entire life. Every day, the enchanting witch struggled to grapple with why she was even bothering to get out of bed that morning. When she had so few left whom she could trust. Confide in. Those left, who she feigned the best of interest were only her friends when she was useful, helpful, kind. But outside of their adventures, they were embarrassed to be seen with her. Sitting at the end of the breakfast table. When she did try to speak, she was often talked over by someone more outspoken. She knew that if she were to disappear that nobody would notice.

Nobody except maybe her professors. Who constantly would shower her with praise and approval at her unbelievable gifts. Her insights and incredible work-ethic. The way that she applied herself to her studies, and took to each subject with the goal of having total mastery. She was a prodigy. And it was what she lived for every day, to learn and to use what she studied to benefit her fellow witches and wizards. To hopefully someday, save their lives.

But again, that little voice in the back of her mind would snide. What was the point? It wasn’t like it really mattered in the end. She did not matter.

Summer vacations were the most difficult time of year, as the busy shuffle, non-stop animation of school life was brought to a stagnating halt. Silence. The lively sounds to nothing but her distant relatives stepping on the creaky hardwood floor below her.

She indulged in her studies as much as possible but there was only so much she could fill her mind with before her concentration would waver. And she was left to be maddened by the slow tick tock of the clock. Minutes felt like hours. And days felt like years. There was no escape.

One afternoon, she relinquished herself from the home that had become her prison. Going by train to a cemetery that was overcast with dark skies. But she found the shadows that loomed over her to be actually good company. As opposed to a threatening presence in the back of her aching heart.

After spending a good hour, crying albeit softly in front of her parent’s memorial. She began to walk the grounds. A humid summer. Dark clouds created a most pleasant mist all around. A fog almost. Across a clearing, away from the cemetery there was a rotting chain link fence where from behind wild, feral dogs barked madly. Their growls, barks carried through the field of dead. Sounding like a melody to Hermione’s ears.

Walking upward to a tall hill that overlooked the entire cemetery. There at the center was a large black olive that had arms which outstretched into the clouds. Weary from her hour long commute there and then hours of walking, she sat and resting at the foot of the tree. Breathing in the air of death and nature with a sigh of relief. The grass heavy with the smell of cold rain.

When she saw out of the corner of her eye, an outline of a figure. Causing her to jump back. Before standing on shaking legs again to investigate. Circling the tree until the skinny shadow of a person came into full view. They weren’t dead, for the gentle rise and fall of their chest. But their blue skin and their ribcage protruding through their chest showed that they weren’t alive either.

Her petal pink lips parted at the sight of them. Despite having no life, no pull to this earth, she felt the strongest gravitation toward this woman. With their long tresses of ebony curls, eyelashes that fluttered against her sharp cheekbones. She wore a white satin gown that had long since gone tattered and gray. The once voluminous skirts beginning to tear from it’s seams. A veil worn in her hair that had grown cobwebs pinned by wilted, black roses.

As if sensing her presence, the woman lifted her head and opened her eyes that were opaque. Her endless black orbs staring into their golden-speckled brown ones for a small eternity.

“Who are you?” The goddess of the non-living finally asked. The bride to Hades. Persephone.

“My name is Hermione, and you?”

“Bellatrix, Bellatrix Black.” They said with an aristocratic tilt of their head, before extending their skeletal hand out to shake their warm one.

“A pleasure” Hermione said with a genuine smile. “Mind if I sit beside you?” She asked.

Bellatrix shrugged. “I don’t see why not. But surely you don’t want to spend all day in a creepy place like this?”

“You would be surprised.”

They fell into a companionable silence until Hermione finally asked. “So… why are you here? Instead of you know…”

“In Hell?”

“Yeah…”

“I’m waiting for my groom to show up.”

“I’m sorry?” Hermione asked, taken aback. For some reason feeling a pang of disappointment.

“I’ve been waiting for my beloved, to-be husband for over seventy years. I stayed waiting at the church hill over there. Rain, snow. He told me to wait. Promised me that he would show up. Not to stray elsewhere, that he would be there.”

If Hermione didn’t know better, she’d think those were tears accenting her voice. Maybe she was crying. Maybe she couldn’t because she was dead. Hermione didn’t know. But she still reached to affectionately hold their hand, although she didn’t reject the touch, Bellatrix scoffed.

“I’m not looking for pity. He’ll show up, he said that he would.”

Hermione didn’t say anything to that, just continued to hold their hand until the sun was beginning to set over the horizon. As the young witch got up to leave, she saw the woman’s lifeless eyes take an even more haunted look. Accentuated by the darkening surroundings.

“I’ll come back.”

“Okay.”

Hermione could have sworn she saw them smile. But it might have just been a trick of the moonlight.

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The young witch continued to visit the forgotten bride nearly every day of Summer. Forgoing eating, studying, every aspect of living apart from sleep and continuing to love this woman. They talked about anything and everything, they read books together. And shared dark secrets that would never leave from under the black olive tree where they were shared.

Still Hermione longed for the day that Bellatrix would finally recognize her undying love for them. How she’d been completely enamored with her, body and soul since the day she laid eyes on them. That she would follow her into hell if she asked. She would burn a thousand times, just to have this ethereal goddess by her side.

Of course, she knew full and well that this day may never arrive.

The bride had devoted herself to the heartless fiancé, who stole her heart and never returned it. He took advantage of her, took her soul and laid her body bare to a starving death. Hermione would never understand it, ever. How you could knowingly hurt someone, intentionally. Watch as you break them apart and tear at the very seams that are holding their fragile body together. How you can watch them sob and beg for relief that only you can provide. Only to laugh and snide at their pathetic cries.

But oh, what Hermione would give to have her accept her love. They would embrace, touch hands in the most magical and electrifying of way. They would kiss each other, the taste of their cold lips against her own. She would kiss them as if their mouths were of tea and wine and she was a woman of unquenchable thirst drinking from them with unheeded affections. They would make love, passionate and all-consuming as the fires of hell themselves. And then lay intertwined under the cool of night.

As days went on however, as she laid beside the ebony-haired woman, so close yet so far. She became too weak to even imagine such things. How could she for as long as she had denied herself food. Her pale flesh was as ghostly as the whites of her eyes. The shadowed divots of her ribs and collarbones. Soon made her look not much more alive than the woman beside her. She felt like fine china, a simple rattle away from shattering beneath Bellatrix’s uncertain touch.

Soon the fallen angels laid dead, side by side. Each dying only to be with the love of their life. A burning, all-consuming desire that fueled the bride but now a corpse. Still ethereal and divine. Who lost their fight and will to survive. A desperate longing that would never be satisfied. Choosing to love is a most certain death, but without it, you will never even survive the night.

“Because more than God himself; I love his fair angels” ~Marina Tsevetaeva

#bellamione #bellamione discord

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walkingshcdow-a · 4 years

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Title: This is Real Rating: T (probably K+, but heavily implied sex scenes) Summary: Finnegan and Felicity’s honeymoon

The blurry wedding ceremony and reception replayed through Finnegan’s mind as he settled into his seat on the jet. Empty, except the crew and the bride and groom, the jet hurtled towards Madrid with alarming speed. Soon, they would touch down in the airport, check into a hotel, and begin their married life traversing from Spanish city to Spanish city, soaking in the ecotourism of Madrid and the historic architecture of Seville. Then it would be back to the grind. FinneCorp awaited. Felicity’s non-profit beckoned. They’d disconnected their phones - at least for the next twenty-four hours - and the sabbatical from technology left Finnegan alone with his thoughts. Beside him, Felicity slept. She’d traded her sleek, white gown for a day dress and sensible flats. Even after a day of juggling family, friends, and business associates, she looked so put together. It took careful eyes to notice that a tendril of brown hair fell across her cheeks, touching her lips, and stuck to the not-yet-dried chapstick she wore. Her body relaxed in ways Finnegan hadn’t seen it do in months. The urge to touch her welled up within him, but he resisted the instinct to curl around her, to brush her hair from her face, to inhale her familiar scent. She might not like it much.

They’d kissed at the wedding. Of course, they had. He hadn’t expected it to be so… so…

Of all the blurry memories, made softer by the rose-colored fog of champagne, the one that stood out most was not kissing her - though he remembered that and the way he gasped against her insistent lips - but rather the moment after. People cheered. Someone said something like “Mr. and Mrs. Finnegan”. But all Finnegan could do was look at his new bride, seeking her approval. Her misty, dark eyes were unreadable, but her hand slid into his and she squeezed as if saying, “Yes, I’m here. Yes, this is real.”

He wanted it to be real. She balanced a demanding schedule and a demanding career serving others. She spoke effortless Spanish but grappled with Catalan. She called him by his Christian name when no one else dared. Her heart bled for others and she refused to apologize for it or clean up the red stains it left on Finnegan’s skin. For her, he wanted to be the best version of himself - and almost nothing had ever terrified him more than that. The only thing that frightened him more was that as she slept, he wanted to kiss the sweet arch of her neck. Usually on a flight, even one as short as this, Finnegan would busy himself with work or reading or sleep. Instead, riveted by the rise and fall of Felicity’s chest, and reassured by the warmth emanating from her body and fearing what the night would bring, he watched over her. When she awoke as the plane touched down, he pretended to read the safety plans. Again, her hand sought his. He took it gladly.

Exhausted, they arrived to the hotel with their bags and Finnegan looked around their suite. New York had spoiled him. He often forgot that European accommodations were smaller. The queen-sized bed would encourage closeness. As they dressed for bed and slipped beneath the covers, expectation mounted in Finnegan’s chest. He laid on his back. The mattress shifted as Felicity rolled towards him. Her leg brushed his electrically. His breath caught in his throat as he rolled to face her. Experimentally, his hand rested upon her hip. Felicity smiled softly at him.

“I won’t break,” she told him, pressing a little closer.

I might, he thought.

“I know,” he said. “We haven’t… discussed a few terms of this marriage.”

“Do you want to?”

He thought about the other times they kissed, all the close-to-confessions that passed between them over the years. Since proposing to her - and before, perhaps, when he watched her bite the erasers of pencils and followed her into local coffee shops because supporting small businesses “just made sense” - Felicity had sent Finnegan’s identity into a tailspin. Until Felicity, his world operated on a binary, computer-coded perfectly. He’d only ever fancied men. “Fancied” was such an insubstantial word for what he felt for his verbal sparring partner, his equal in all things, his wife.

When had he fallen in love with her? When had that grown to encompass desire?

“What’s there to discuss?” he asked. “Couldn’t we just…”

He leaned forward to kiss her; his lips caught the edge of hers. Her fingers carded through his hair softly.

“I’m not one of your boys,” she murmured. “I need you to use your words.”

“You need to be seduced.” He sounded dazed, pulling away and blinking at her.

“I want to be seduced,” she corrected. “But I need to know what your long game is. Michael, I know you too well to think…”

“Think what?”

“I don’t know,” she said. The tears that threatened to fall during the wedding began to spill from her eyes. The deluge surprised Finnegan, but not as much as his instant reaction. His arms wrapped around Felicity and he held her to his chest.

“We don’t have to do anything tonight,” he said. Ten years ago, he could never have said such a thing. “Let’s just lay here. I’ll hold you unless you’d rather I didn’t.”

Three nights passed this way. Days were spent sightseeing. They parasailed at Felicity’s behest and marveled at museums at Finnegan’s. The day they packed their bags to fo to Seville, something shifted. He folded his shirts neatly; she rolled her clothes in her suitcase like a camper. He snapped a tie at her playfully, teasing her for her efficiency. She giggled and teased him for his perfectionism. The air sparked with unspoken something and just like that, he spoke -

“I love that you put me in my place. You’re the only one who can.”

“Someone should,” she said, zipping her suitcase shut.

“No,” he said. “I mean to say that I love you.”

Her suitcase hits the floor with a clatter and thud. He thought she would cry again or tell him not to toy with her. But Felicity knew Finnegan. She’d said it a hundred times. Her hands grasp his shirt and she pulls him in for a kiss. She kisses him with the relief of crops that awaited the rain tasting the first drops of monsoon season and then as if she couldn’t do anything but drink in the flood. He gripped her hips for balance, but Felicity pushed him down onto the mattress. His suitcase, unzipped, hit the floor. Shirts spilled across the floor, but as Felicity climbed atop of him, pressing against him and kissing him expertly, Finnegan couldn’t care.

“Say it again,” she commands.

Stuttering, he confessed - I love you, I have since I can remember, you confuse the hell out of me, you scare me, you drive me crazy, I need you, I want you, I love you - all the things he hadn’t been brave enough to say. For each confession, she kissed him, undid a button, and told him her own: I love you, I have since I can remember, you confuse the hell out of me, I want to scare you as much as you scare me, you drive me wild, I need you, I want you, I love you. They spoke frantic words of passion, the kinds that they should have exchanged months or years ago. And then a devious, cruel look overcame her eyes as she rocked against him.

“Have you ever made love to a woman?” she asked. She knew about the men. How could she not?

“I’ve never made love to anyone,” he confessed. He was not a virgin, but he wouldn’t call anything he had done “making love”. “Show me how.”

And so they missed check out from the hotel and a train to Seville as they consummated their marriage. Felicity told him what to do, praising one moment and demanding the next, and he realized there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her - not only to bury himself between her thighs but because this was the woman with whom he would spend eternity, the one who matched him, the only one who made him feel weak and happy about it.

They laid in bed afterward, sweaty and tired but smiling.

“I fell in love with you at Princeton,” she told him. “You were such an ass.”

“I still am,” he said, burying his face in her collarbone.

“But it was the day you were checking emails while we were studying,” she said. “I was studying for finals - my last ones, a month before you proposed. You were running the company from your laptop, from Jersey, and you still decided to do it while sitting with me before my exams and I thought, I could love a man like this. I didn’t realize I aready did until we’d been engaged for three years.”

“You’ve always been cleverer than me,” he said. “I was in denial until we were planning the wedding.”

“I know. That’s why I never told you.”

“If you had told me, it might have saved time, darling,” he mumbled. “Forced me to do some self-examination.”

“I know you. I knew you’d figure it out. You’re a smart man.”

He kissed her gratefully. The following days became bolder - holding hands while on tours of the city and kissing in quiet cathedrals. They spoke as freely as ever about everything they would usually speak about. And then at night, retiring to their hotel room, they experimented with each other privately, as if making up for wasted time. None of it was wasted. Not really, Finnegan mused one morning while watching Felicity make coffee. It led them there.

By the time they returned to New York, they didn’t have words to explain that they held hands and eased into affection, except, well, wasn’t that what spouses did? Hadn’t they been playing at it all along? The only difference between playing at love and meaning every word, at least for them, was that now, at least, they were on the same page. And, really, whose business was that but theirs?

#;;thy tongue; thy story quickly.| {drabble}#;;from the third richest family in england | {finnegan}

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minggowhale · 5 years

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D A Y L I G H T 🌞

Pairing: Stray Kids: Felix x Reader

Genre: Fluff & Angst

A/N: This is my first short au to be posted here on tumblr 😭 I hope you’ll like it 🤗 Also, this is a First person POV (female lead) 😘

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“Are you not going home yet?” my co-worker asked me as she fix her things and ready to go.

“Later, i’ll stay for a little bit.” she nods at me and immediately left the coffee shop.

It was a tiring day for me, i’ve been working the whole day in this coffee shop to sustain my needs as an exchange student here in Korea. It’s hard. Very very hard to be apart from your home.

I fix the chairs, the tables and washed the dishes. I was about to go home when I noticed that I forgot to turn off the television so I search for the remote control and was about to turn it off when someone suddenly appeared on the wide screen.

It was him.

He performs graciously like he was born to be on stage. My surroundings felt really cold and the pain inside me started to rise.

Regrets.

“You’ve grown so much, Yongbok.” I whisper to myself.

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3 years ago..

“Let’s go?” he said and offers his hand to me.

“Where to?”

“Don’t ask, just come with me.” he held my hand and ran away as fast as we could until we were out of breath.

It’s my first time to cut classes and i don’t know what came in to me that i agreed with Felix’s idea. Minutes of walking, we stopped at a small amusement park that made my eyes sparkle.

“Why did you take me here?”

“Let’s just enjoy this day. You, me, in this place.” I just nodded at him and ran inside the amusement park.

I look back and didn’t saw Felix following me, instead he was at this small shop with a bunch of cute headbands trying to choose what fits perfectly for him. I laugh at him because he is too old for this, but he is cute anyway.

He took the cat ears headband and wore it and faces me “Is it good?” i smiled and winked signaling him that the cat ear headband suits him.

I was so busy looking at the other stuffs in the shop when suddenly, he wore this cute bunny headband on my head.

“Cute..” he pinched my left cheek as he smiles so sweetly making my heart go wild.

I’ve been experiencing these kinds of attacks when he does something unusual and sweet. He went out of the store leaving me there like a statue because of my confused feelings.

I followed him as he went straightly to the Carouselle and guided me as ride one of the horses. He was just standing there while the carouselle rotates so i stared at him trying to appreciate everything about him. This man in front of me, has been with me through the darkest times of my life. I wouldn’t know what will happen to me if he didn’t appear that night when i found out my ex-boyfriend is cheating on me.

He confessed his feelings to me, but I was not ready to fall in love. was.

I thought loving someone again is scary, but being with Felix everyday makes me feel that love is not something that we should be scared about.

The carouselle ride is done and i didn’t notice that.

“Felix, i’ll tell you something.” I told him but i think he wasn’t able to hear it because he ran quickly to the roller coaster.

Maybe later.

“Let’s go!!” he screamed excitingly.

“You know that I can’t..” i whisper.

He held my hand so tight that made my heart race again and again and again making me feel that i’m safe as long as i’m with him.

“Just be with me and trust me.” he said those words while staring at both of my eyes intensely making his feelings transparent towards me.

It’s already dawn but he’s still active while i’m too tired to function. He made me ride extreme rides which i fear the most.

“Felix, i have something to tell you..” for the 2nd time around, he wans’t able to hear what I said and walked to the near food stall. Minutes later he went back and gave me a cup of tteokbokki, our favorite.

“Can we pretend that we are together? Like you act as my girlfriend and i’ll act as your boyfriend.” He said all of a sudden that made me stiffened.

“Huh?”

“Just for tonight, please make me feel that I own you.. and let’s forget everything tomorrow..” I nodded unconciously agreeing to his suggestion.

We continue having fun without knowing that its already 11pm.

“Let me take you home.” he intertwined both of our hands that made me feel thousands of volts inside my body. His touch felt like home, this is where my heart belongs, this is where i belong.

We rode the bus without seperating our hands and as soon as we sat at the end of the bus seats, i fell asleep.

“And when the daylight comes i’ll have to go, but tonight i’m gonna hold you so close..” i heard felix singing in my dream and kissed my head softly.

I woke up when i felt someone tapping my cheeks and the first thing i saw are our hands still holding on to each other. It made me smile.

He walks me home and when we reached our front door he stood in front of me and gave me his most precious smile that i love the most.

“Felix—“ he cut me off.

“You should sleep now, it’s already late.”

Maybe tomorrow.

he plays with my hand touching it softly with his thumb.

“Can you.. can you please tell me that you love me just for once? I just wanna hear it..” When he said those words, i felt weird.

But i know that if i tell him that I love him it is from the deepest part of my heart.

“I love you..” i said without stuttering and looking at him straightly in his eyes. He walks near me and cupped my neck as he kisses my forehead softly.

There’s no place like home and he’s my home.

“I love you too.. so much.. so goddamn much..” he whispered.

he pulled away and smiled at me again “Let’s forget about what happened tonight okay?” he laughs.

I won’t. But i’ll pretend that i’ll forget it, since i want a fresh start with you, Lee Yongbok.

“See you tomorrow!”

“See you tomorrow!” he waved at me and walked away.

I waited for him the whole day today, but he didn’t came in our usual spot. I texted him endless times but i didn’t get a single reply. I was planning to tell him everything but i guess this is not the right time.

I went to my locker to put some of my things and when i opened it, a purple envelope fell on the ground. I opened the envelope and started to read the letter.

I’m lost.

Words are starting to get blurred as i read his letter for me.

To my porcelain angel,

By the time that you are reading this letter, I left australia already. I didn’t tell you about this but I passed the JYP audition so I’m going to Korea to start my training period. I’m sorry if I didn’t tell you.. I have really no plans accepting this offer because i was hoping for “us”.. but one day i realized that the hope for “us” won’t be possible, so i accepted the offer.

The day that I saw you cry because of a man, was also the day that i fell in love with you, my angel. A broken porcelain angel, that i want to fix. A beautiful porcelain angel, that i want to take care of. But I guess, you can’t see me.. and I have accepted the fact that you will never be ready for me.. for us.. The day that I saw you cry because of a man, was also the day that i fell in love with you, my angel. A broken porcelain angel, that i want to fix. A beautiful porcelain angel, that i want to take care of. But I guess, you can’t see me.. and I have accepted the fact that you will never be ready for me.. for us..

Thank you, thank you for giving me a chance to make me feel that you are mine.. thank you for making me feel that i am loved by you last night.. it all felt real. Every words, every touch, every kiss, it all felt real and how I wish it was real.

I love you so much, my porcelain angel. Please be happy because that’s all I want from this world. Your happiness.

Love,

Yongbok”

I cried out loud not minding the people along the corridor. I hug myself as i burry my face on my knees crying my heart out. When my tears stopped from falling, i lean my head on my locker and that’s when I realized..

it wasn’t a dream.

“And when the daylight comes i’ll have to go..” his voice were stuck in my head when he sang this to me in the bus, but i thought i was only dreaming

“...but tonight i’m gonna hold you so close..” he made me pretend that i love him, little did he know, i love him so much that it hurts right now.

“Daylight..” i love him so much but its too late.

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paladin-andric · 5 years

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Breaking Point

This story’s a sequel to Joy and Ashes! Here, Jack and Zaphontilku, trapped in the cave, begin to feel a strain between them...

“Sing me another song.”

Zaphontilku lay on the ground, body curled around the human soldier. The white dragon’s head was resting on the floor, staring ahead into the magical barrier preventing their escape.

Jack meanwhile, sat with his back against the dragon, looking off to the side. He had discarded most of his equipment for the moment, seeing as he didn’t need it and wanted to remain comfortable. His jacket, vest, backpack, flashlight, firearms and helmet were on the ground near the barrier. He wore only his boots, pants and a white t-shirt.

It had been a few weeks since the human arrived. One Jack Lincoln, a private in the Geralthin National Guard. He had been on patrol when he noticed a magical barrier at the mouth of a cavern fade away. Not a moment after he stepped inside did the barrier come back, trapping him inside. This alone would have been cause for alarm.

The fact that he entered deeper into the cave and found a dragon awaiting him, however…

He was sure he was dead, or had been captured for nefarious ends. When the dragon spoke however, he found even the beast of legend had no idea what had happened, and did not manipulate the barrier to draw him inside.

The pair theorized that the magic that had been used to raise the barrier centuries ago was fading, and so the barrier, for a moment, failed.

It would be quite a while longer before the barrier fell apart, however.

In the year 1815, exactly two hundred years ago, dragons waged war on humanity. They were through with being ordered about, told where they could go and what they were allowed to do. They wanted a return to the ancient pre-human Geralthin, where dragons soared through the skies, allowed to journey through the lands at their discretion, and beholden to no law.

The advent of artillery, accurate, powerful firearms and professional, organized military structures and systems however meant this war turned out much differently than it would have before the industrial revolution.

The dragons were brought to the brink of annihilation, and those that weren’t destroyed either retreated across the border to other nations, hid in the deepest depths of the wilds, or capitulated to Geralthin, obeying whatever demands were placed on them for survival.

Zaphontilku’s father had prepared this cave, warded with the most power magic either the human or dragon had seen, to protect his son from the humans. He had placed a ward not only upon the entrance, but the walls and ground in the cave.

He knew Zaphontilku would grow bored and try to leave, and that the humans outside would destroy him when he did...so he made sure his son would be trapped inside. For his own safety.

It was done out of love, but Zaphontilku grew miserable during his stay. An empty, silent cave of nothingness for centuries...the dragon began to crave death, and nearly went mad.

That changed when the human arrived.

At first the dragon was furious. Even here, in a hole of endless misery, no trouble to the outside world, they STILL never stopped hunting them after an eternity, the dragons not allowed to live even in prisons?!

When it became clear this was an accident, the dragon’s mood softened...and then flipped completely when the soldier mentioned the army would likely start searching for him, and then break him out when they found him.

For once in his life since he arrived to the cave, Zaphontilku felt hope. His torment was nearly over. Soon, he would be outside. Soon, he would feel the breeze of the Geralthin winds, see the verdant greens of the grass and trees, and bathe in the glorious sun under the blue skies.

In the meantime, his stay here was so much more bearable. Instead of being trapped in a bubble, nothing to offer any reprieve from the endless boredom and misery, he now had a companion. The soldier told him everything he had missed, all of the history that had unfolded while he wasted away in the cave. He explained all the new technology and how it worked, using his kevlar body armor, assault rifle and flashlight as examples.

He told the dragon of his home, his family. His time in the army, and all that he had learned. Most of all however, he sang.

The dragon seemed to have an inordinate fascination with music, and demanded to hear every song the soldier could remember. From rock music from the soldier’s favorite albums to army marching songs, he lusted after them all. Perhaps after an eternity of oppressive silence, the sound of sweet melodies soothed the wounded beast?

“Sure. What do you want to hear?”

“Hmm...something new.”

“I’m afraid I’m out.”

The dragon’s face scrunched up. “Out? What do you mean out?”

“I mean...I’ve already sang all the songs I know.”

“What?!”

“Mhm.”

The soldier was sitting down, leaning against the scaled side of the dragon curled around him. An unnatural light shone from above. Zaphontilku, being well versed in magic, conjured artificial light so that the human could see in the pitch black cave, allowing him to save the batteries in his flashlight, which really wouldn’t have lasted as long as he had stayed so far.

“That cannot be true...you must know something, anything…”

“No…”

“Aha!” Zaphontilku cried, “You are lying!”

“No I’m not! What are you talking about?!”

“I can tell from the quiver in your voice. You are hiding something.”

He was right. Jack did know another song.

“Well?” the dragon continued, “Go on. Tell me the truth.”

Jack frowned. “I...I don’t think I should sing it.”

“What?! I want to hear it! Sing to me, break this deafening silence for me, you said you would!”

“I will, and I have,” the soldier said defensively, “But...this song...I don’t think you’d like it.”

“I do not CARE what you think!” Zaphontilku cried, “Begin singing!”

“I’m warning you…”

“And I am warning YOU!” the dragon returned aggressively, “Now BEGIN!”

The soldier’s eyes narrowed. This was lose-lose, but if he wanted it so badly…

“Fine. I warned you. This is a song from the army...from the war. THAT war.”

The white dragon’s eyes widened, but before he could backpedal on his demands, the soldier began.

“To save our motherland from any monstrous attack,

From vicious giant dragons who have once again come back,

We’ll unleash all our forces, we won’t cut them any slack,

The GDF deploys!”

Zaphontilku swallowed hard, concern written on his face. “You may stop now…”

“Our soldiers are prepared for any draconic threat,

The people volunteer, the army pays their debt,

Even the half-kind joined us, this we never will forget,

The GDF deploys!”

The dragon looked hurt now. “Stop…”

“The dragons have now dwindled and they fall back to regroup,

Our forces have multiplied and formed a massive group,

It’s time to beat these beasts, let’s crush them all in one fell swoop,

The GDF deploys!”

Zaphontilku looked mortified. What could he do? He demanded this, and now…

“Our friends were all killed yesterday as were our families,

At Lannis they did butcher and commit atrocities,

That’s why we’ll never stop the fight, despite our casualties,

The GDF deploys!

Last week my brother died, next day my mother fell,

If you’re defenseless they’ll not pause, on that we must now dwell,

We’ll never stop fighting until they all burn in hell,

The GDF deploys!”

Zaphontilku whispered quietly. “Please...no more…”

Jack glared as he continued.

“A legendary hero soon will lead us to glory,

A thousand years ago she saved us all, that’s history,

Tomorrow we will follow fair Gira to victory,

The GDF deploys!

The GDF deploys!”

There was a lengthy, awkward silence before the soldier looked up and spoke.

“Did you like it?”

Zaphontilku whimpered in response.

The pair had grown closer to each other during their stay, but Zaphontilku had continuously belittled and insulted the human. He had grown tired of it, even though he had the suspicion it was just for show.

The dragon’s eyes were wide as he turned his head towards the soldier. “...why? Why did you…?”

“When I tell you something’s a bad idea, I’m telling you for a reason. We could have avoided all of this, if only you took me seriously.”

“But...I only…”

“You’ve been calling me frail, pathetic, stupid, infantile, uncouth, barbaric and dull since I arrived! I’m sick of it. Either you get it together or I spend the rest of this stay way down there, and we never speak again.”

The soldier pointed away from the barrier, down to the deeper section of the cave where the dragon had spend the last two centuries.

Zaphontilku looked conflicted. “I do not mean...I only speak the truth. I am powerful. I am mighty. I am a dragon...but I am also benevolent guardian. I offer my protection to the lesser races…”

Jack scoffed. “We’re the ones ruling the world, and you’re the ones hiding in caves...remind me who’s lesser, again?”

Zaphontilku’s expression fell between that of sorrow and fury. “H-how...DARE you! I...am the great Zaphontilku! I have so graciously offered you refuge in MY domain, fed you, and assisted you whenever you asked...and this is how you repay my mercy and kindness?!”

The soldier looked ready to snap. “What is it, you wanna kill me?! You want that?!”

“W-what?! No!”

“Than WHAT do you want, damn you?!”

“I...I only…” Zaphontilku looked away, feeling a palpable degree of shame. “...wish for some respect.”

“If you want to get respect, you need to give it.”

“I have suffered misery yet unknown by any other for an eternity...have I not given enough?”

“You’re alive.”

Zaphontilku narrowed his eyes. “No...this is untrue.”

Jack’s brows raised. “Huh?”

Zaphontilku moved his body, whirling around to face the human.

“I have been dead for two hundred years.”

The soldier groaned. “God, Zap, get it together! You’re about to be free, and all you can do is complain! Stop crying!”

“How do you even know?! What if they never find us here?! What if you are trapped with me for the rest of your life?!”

“Well then...I’ll just shoot myself, I guess.”

Jack’s snarl vanished, replaced a forlorn look of grim acceptance. He turned away.

“At least I’d be out of your hair then, right?”

The dragon’s head whipped about in a wild shake. “No...no, I do not wish for your death. I do not think you a nuisance…”

“Could've fooled me.”

The dragon’s confidence seemed to surge again, if only for a moment.

“I do not need you...I do not need anyone...I welcomed you in my infinite benevolence...I offered you my company in my unending kindness...I am the great Zaphontilku…”

“And the ‘Great Zaphontilku’ has spent his life wasting away in a hole, forgotten by all living things. He can continue to do so, if he so wishes...”

The dragon growled, claws scraping at the stone beneath him. “You...WILL APOLOGIZE FOR YOUR CRIMES AGAINST ME!”

The cavern shook with the force of his roared demand. Jack shook his head.

“Do your worst. You’ll doom yourself to a fate far beyond what can happen to me.”

“I can trap you here too!”

“For fifty years or so, till I die. You, though...ha! Two hundred years! Zap, if I don’t get you out of here...that’ll just be a warmup. Thousands of years, Zap. Millennia of an empty cave of nothingness, wasting away in madness and despair until you finally whither up and die, without anyone in the world even knowing you existed.”

The dragon seemed to freeze up. His eyes shot open wide, and he took a sharp, deep breath.

Thankfully, it seemed he forgot about the weakening barrier…

“If I die, you die a hundred times over. Is that what you want?”

“I never said I wanted you to be hurt…”

“I told you already. I can walk away. The search parties will never find me. I can do it.”

The white dragon trembled before roaring out in frustration.

“Jack...JACK! I thought…I thought we were...friends.”

The soldier crossed his arms. “So did I...but friends respect each other, don’t they? When you said it wasn’t my mom’s fault she was a ‘human imbecile’...Zap, I told you already. No one talks about about my family like that.”

“I did not mean it in that way…”

“Well, that’s the way I took it. You need to start treating me like an equal.”

The dragon’s head reeled back in shock. “What?! B-but you are...a human!”

“And why does that matter?!”

“Hmph! You are small and frail things! You are foolish if you think yourselves equals to our kind! I may respect that you are above other humans, but you still lack the might of the great and powerful dragons! It is my duty to guide and protect you, as the superior!”

“I’m not your damn pet, jackass!” the soldier screamed, “I’m the one who gets to decide whether you go free or not! So do me a favor. Take a nice, hard think over what you say next...and decide how you want this to go down.”

Zaphontilku’s face dropped. “You...you would not do such a thing...surely this is a bluff…”

“Try me.”

The dragon’s teeth bared as he cringed away from the man. “I thought I was...helping...I thought you would appreciate my assistance and guidance...why…? Why do you...hate me so? I have absolved you of the sins your people have committed against me, of all I had to endure because of you, and now...you say you are the one who is being wronged?”

“I don’t hate you, Zap. I just think you’re a bonehead. Even when someone who doesn’t really have a reason to help you outside of just being nice offers to rescue you, when someone holds the fate of your life in their hands...you call them stupid, beneath you, lesser. I don’t need this. I don’t have to do any of this. I’m helping you because you said you were my friend...so why don’t you start acting like one?”

The dragon shook his head. This was crazy! He’d been nothing but kind and accommodating for this silly little thing, and he had the nerve to think the two of them were equals?! This was the same arrogance of those humans that thought they had any rights over dragonkind and their activities!

That being said...Jack wasn’t lying. He DID hold the keys to freedom. He DID have the fate of Zaphontilku in his hands. He COULD refuse to cooperate and hide away from the barrier, dooming both of them to a lifetime of misery...and Zaphontilku had the sneaking suspicion the human was actually crazy enough to go through with it.

Freedom, joy, and life...at any cost.

The white dragon lowered his head, eyes cast to the ground. “I apologize...you are correct. You have been correct since you arrived. All you have done is bring me hope and joy in the past weeks. All you have offered is your aid to my quandary. I beg your forgiveness, Jack...my friend.”

For a moment, there was silence. The howling winds were all the two could picked up as they stared at one another. Slowly, Jack smiled.

“Ah, Zap, I-”

“Hey!”

A third voice made both of them freeze in place. The voice was that of another man, a human.

But that was impossible.

“This is the army! Is anyone there?!”

They were here! Jack quickly turned to Zaphontilku, voice a whisper.

“Hide!”

“What?! Why?!” the dragon retorted in his own low whisper.

“Just do it! And snuff out the magic lights!”

“Who’s there?! Answer me!”

Jack looked to the barrier and then back to the dragon. “Just trust me! Please!”

Zaphontilku was silent for a moment before he slowly backed away, moving around the bend in the cave and out of sight from the barrier. As he did so, the glowing orbs in the air fade.

Jack let out a sigh of relief before he called out. “Hey! Over here!”

“Identify yourself!” someone called back, voice stern.

“Private Lincoln, National Guard!”

Heavy bootstomps rang out from around the corner until they reached the barrier at last, and when they did…

A group of six soldiers ran up to the barrier. They were all wearing similar uniforms to Jack, but they wore digital camouflage instead of the woodland pattern Jack did. In addition, they had their shirts, vests, helmets and belt gear on, while Jack had left those lying near the barrier.

He noted that four of the soldiers were human, while one was a koutu and another was a dacuni.

They aimed their rifles ahead, which had flashlights taped onto them. The shining lights nearly blinded the man, and he reflexively winced and held a hand in front of his eyes.

“You’re Jack?” one of the human soldiers asked, peering through the waving magical fog.

“Yeah.”

The group looked at one another before turning back to him.

“What the hell is this? What happened?”

Jack shrugged, remaining in his sitting position. “Not a damn clue. I was on patrol when I found this cave. Saw the barrier and got curious. It disappeared when I got close so I took a peek inside...then it went back up behind me. I’ve been trapped since.”

“God...how the hell are you still alive?”

“Drank out of a few puddles of water, ate moss, mushrooms...the usual.”

“Well, you’re damn lucky we found you,” the dacuni wolfman said, “Who knows when the next search party would have checked this place out?”

One of the humans put his hand to his chest, flicking at his radio. “TOC, this is Lancer Team. We found Jack Lincoln. He’s alive and well, over.”

The radio came to life with a burst of static. “Copy, Lancer Team. Good work. Bring him in.”

The man operating the radio pause. “...not possible, TOC. He’s, uhh...there’s been a complication.”

“...can you elaborate, Lancer Team?”

…

“Copy that. Forwarding the situation to Command now.”

The radio man sighed as he clicked a button and shook his head. “Nothing’s ever simple.”

“Whatever,” the koutu said with a shrug, “It’s out of our hands now. Let the magic boys deal with this.”

“Alright Jack, just sit tight and wait for the rescue, alright?”

He laughed. “Not much else I can do, is there?”

“Yup. At least everything’s gonna be alright. You lucked out, man. Between the busted radio and us wandering by…”

“Yeah, thanks. I owe you. If we meet again once I’m out of here, I’ll buy you all a round of drinks, how’s that?”

“It’s a deal!” the wolfman cried, a few of them breaking into laughter. As the laughter died down however, one of the soldiers turned to Jack, face warping into one of suspicion.

“By the way, Lincoln...when we were approaching, we heard talking.”

The trapped soldier’s smile quickly turned into a frown.

“...what was that all about, huh?”

Jack quickly found a lie to run with. “Err, well...I haven’t been using my flashlight. Just been feeling around in the dark, saving it for an emergency, you know? I tripped ‘cause I couldn’t see. Fucked up my ankle pretty bad. Started cursing.”

The soldiers were quiet before the other man nodded. “Ah. That sucks. Don’t worry, Lincoln, just sit back and rest up. Help’s on the way.”

The soldiers left to report their findings in person, Jack promising them that everything was fine at the moment, and even if they wanted to stay, they couldn’t do anything with the barrier there anyway.

A few minutes after they walked off, Zaphontilku stomped around the corner, magical orbs flashing back into existence and lighting up the cavern again.

“I see now why you wished for me to go into hiding. Clever, human…”

“No telling if they would have let me to rot if they knew they’d be busting out a dragon too.”

“I wonder...what is the next step? What will our approach be when they break us free?”

The soldier shrugged. “Dunno. Came up with this on the fly. I doubt you’ll be able to sneak out, though, they’ll probably sweep the cave. I think...we’ll just need to explain then and there.”

The dragon rumbled deeply as he thought that over. What if they tried to kill him? With freedom and joy just behind them, striking him down before he could finally live a happy life again…

“...we shall see. If you wish to know the truth, however, I am...worried.”

“I’ve got your back. I won’t let em’ do anything stupid.”

The dragon slowly smiled. “...thank you.”

“Hey, Zap...let’s forget about that little spat earlier, yeah? Friends?”

The white dragon frowned, eyes boring into the soldier. “...no.”

Jack was about to protest when the behemoth continued.

“...let us NOT forget. You were correct. I shall...try to keep your feelings in mind in the future.”

Jack looked genuinely surprised at that. His expression changed into one of relief as the dragon grinned and leaned forward.

“...friends.”

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