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eyelessfog · 2 years

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Protector

Created 4 funzies after seeing this art by @sunnysmc !!!

A bit of information that might help you understand the story: Takes place in hermitcraft, but is talking about empires. Cut-off servers are servers that completely cut off memories of outside servers [which i hc to exist alongside what USUALLY happens between servers, which is that the memories stay, but the emotions and thought process isn’t there.]

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Pearl didn’t visit often.

Or, at least, when she did, False wasn’t awake or at home.

They’d pass each other a... reasonable amount! As reasonable as you can get, when False was really busy with her builds, and was generally trying to do her own thing in the mountains, while Pearl was also building her own things, but also keeping a shop that was significantly more hands on than anyone else’s. They’d wave in the shopping district, sometimes.

That was mostly it.

But, anyway, the point was, Pearl didn’t visit often.

So, when she swooped in on elytra that had feathers instead of the flat bug-like shape that elytra usually had, False just assumed that she had missed something. Something big. It happens sometimes, when you hang out in the mountains and don’t pay attention to whatever was going on in everyone else’s bases.

“Hi, Pearl!” False said, waving.

Pearl made a slow loop over her head, then dropped, wings flying open to slow her fall just as she was to touch the floor.

Elytra didn’t do that.

What?

Pearl looked mellow, which was weird, because she was usually a little bit more bouncy than this, and also a little more slouched shoulders, tilted head, a silly grin, and hands always ready to grab something, if they weren’t full already.

Now, she was stood straight, shoulders squared, lips pressed into a line, and for the half second after Pearl’s smooth landing, False watched her hands fumble for a place by the end of her shorts, before pausing and clasping together delicately. Hm. False sometimes forgot that Pearl could have a bit of height on her when she was standing straight.

“Um,” False said, because she was feeling a little bit like Pearl was about to be the barer of bad news, and False didn’t particularly like bad news, so-

“Hello, False.”

Okay! Okay. Alright! Pearl was sounding super solemn, which was fine, and definitely didn’t mean that False was getting kicked off the server or something- well, actually, that specific worry was a little stupid, since Xisuma would come tell her whatever he wanted to tell her all on his own. And probably give her some time to prepare for what he wanted to say after sending her a private message. So. The whole worrying thing would need to find some other reason.

“What, uh, what brings you here?” False asked, slowly hooking her pickaxe to her belt and slipping her deepslate into her pockets. This whole thing was feeling very formal, and there was nothing less formal than holding onto your building blocks and a pickaxe! Probably.

“Well,” Pearl said, offering an amused smile. “I’d like to say that I shouldn’t need a reason to see a friend, but, well. I need a favour, so I’d be a bit of a hypocrite.”

“Oh, well, I’d be happy to help!”

“You haven’t even heard what I’m asking of you.”

“This is- this is true, yes. Um. What’s up?” False asked. Pearl wasn’t moving around as they talked, which was making False not want to move while they talked, out of some sort of politeness, even though False was actually getting a little jittery! She’d never felt so off put by a conversation. It really did suck.

“You know the other server I’ve been on? The cutoff one.” Pearl tilted her head, and False ran through servers she knew the others were in.

“Um, what was it- That last life thing? That was a cutoff series, wasn’t it? Ah, but that one’s over.”

“Ah, well, last life wasn’t cutoff actually, just dulled the memories a little more. No, I meant Empires.”

False snapped her fingers at the name, nodding. “Right, right! I remember that! Yes, Empires. Did something happen?”

“Well, they’re starting it up again, I noticed,” Pearl said, and looked away, almost guiltily. Um?

“That’s cool! Fwhip sent an invite?” False asked, then grimaced as Pearl’s face turned even guiltier.

“Not quite. I think I’ve been... prematurely let in. In spectator mode.” She touched a hand to her lips, pondering, then sighed. “Okay, hold on, I was going to just ask you the favour, but I think this needs context.”

Okay. Context. Alright. False would love some of that!

“So, I’m not too sure Fwhip is quite aware of my being on the server yet. Because, the thing is, I declined his invite to the planning of the second season.” False’s brows rose, because that was not at all how this sort of thing worked. “I’ve been on the server, and it’s all those fun pre-roleplay server things - People living out their stories before we come and take over, and I’ve seen everyone, and they’re... They’re not doing great, False. I only met one personally, and it was Joel, and he’s...” Whatever had come over her to make her seem so serious just dropped. Her shoulders fell, and she pressed a hand over her mouth, brows furrowing.

“Is he-?” False didn’t know what she was asking. Was he hurt? Mean? Something else that she couldn’t put words to?

“He’s- he’s fine. He- I won’t say that there’s nothing wrong with him, it’s just- the last time I saw him was a thousand years ago.” Pearl thought for a moment. “Longer.”

“Pardon?” False asked.

“I haven’t been logging into the server. I’ve been dreaming it.” Pearl locked eyes with False, and she looked desperate. “I’ve been living hundreds of years every time I go to sleep, and then coming back to here. I’ve been a God for hundreds of years, and when I come back, I’m mortal, and I’m corrupted by an alien.”

“You’re a God?” False asked, eyes wide. Then the rest of the sentence translated in her mind, and: “You’re corrupted by an alien?”

“I’m a God there, yes.” Pearl brushed off the second question easily. “The Mother of Sunflowers, to some. The God of farming, mostly. The God of the sun itself, sometimes. And I’m... For the past little while, I haven’t been with the other Gods. Or, well-” she chuckled. “The others are, as far as I’ve seen, dead. And I just live on an island that isn’t even in the world, but close enough that I can watch.”

“I don’t- Pearl, um, how am I supposed to help you with this?” False scratched at her forehead with a knuckle, then crossed her arms.

“I wanted to ask you if you could be part of Empires.” Pearl stepped closer, and False recognized the twitch of her fingers as pulling back the instinct to grab her hands. “I’ll send you in myself, you don’t need to ask Fwhip for an invite.”

“Can you do that?” False asked, instead of saying no, because she was feeling a little bit like she was going to say yes.

“A God, False.” She smiled, opened her hands and made the dramatic choice of pulling a glowstone out of her inventory. It popped into existence in her hand, and disappeared as she curled her hand back closed. “He didn’t give me admin powers, but, well, I have them.”

“Okay, okay, but, uh- why me?” That was the one thing that False wasn’t getting. Pearl wanting outside help - well, False could understand that. But, well, Pearl was in that- that- what. The soup batch? Or something? Gem was part of Empires already, so it would be assumed that it would maybe be nice to have the third member be there with them?

“False, you’re known as a PvP queen.” It was a statement, not a question, and False tucked her head bashfully.

“Well, yes, I’m pretty good. A little rusty, now, but-”

“False,” Pearl said, a little fond, a little tired. “I think- I think you could protect them, False.”

“You think I could- I mean, maybe, but I don’t-” False paused. Thought it over. Thought it over again. “You think that there’s something I should fight for them?”

“I think they’ll need protection. Our world was a dangerous place, and it hasn’t stopped being dangerous. There are other reasons, now, but I think...” Pearl sighed. “False, I just want to know if you’d be willing to join the server. To protect them.”

“To protect them? I- um, sure. Yes. Yeah.” False nodded. “Yeah. I can do that.”

“Okay.” Pearl paused. “Alright. Thank you.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, before Pearl’s eyes turned to False’s base. “Your base is very pretty.”

“Thank you!”

Another awkward pause, and then Pearl backed away. “Right, well. I’ll call you when I need you.”

Her elytra (which still did not look like elytra) unfolded from her back, and False just watched as she took off in a burst of wind. She went up, up, up, then began gliding back down to the shopping district.

False flexed her fingers absently. Protecting. She could do that. Yeah, yeah, she could protect.

God. She was going to be on a cut-off server.

#[lore texts]#[written in stone]#hermitcraft #empires smp #falsesymmetry #pearlescentmoon #meow. i need to be in bed 20 minutes ago to be honest

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zayashmaya · 3 years

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Oh my God please share your poly thoughts on Luna Tagora and Galekh.

With pleasureeeee!!

I’ll do sfw stuff and maybe nsfw hcs another time.

- Luna loves Galekh’s secret artistic side and encourages him to do more than simple notebook doodles. He is still very guarded about his sketches, but Luna understands that we all need a mental safe space for ourselves so she doesn’t pester him about her curiosity. She took him to meet Charun because she is chaotic and wanted to see if these art snobs would play nice (spoiler alert they got along). Tagora will never let those secret sketches go, though. Partly because he wants to see what the hell Galekh drew and partly because the very act of being an annoying snoop pisses Galekh off to no end. Luna lets them strife for the funny drama. All three of them enjoy peaceful walks so they’ve made a habit of showing Luna new places, the safer parts of highblood gardens, etc. Luna inspired him to bring a sketchbook on their walks so whenever they want to relax, Galekh can shut his mind off and work while Luna and Tagora quietly talk among themselves.

- Galekh discovers the addicting joy of having something small, cuddly, and warm in his lap while he reads by the fire. He’s had little experience with red/pale intimacy, and Tagora is quite literally an angry cat with claws who always wants his space. Even Luna knows that physical intimacy with Tagora needs to be expertly skated around. As such, Galekh never really knew what he was missing until Luna entered the quad. And he quickly realized how much he enjoys having her anywhere near him. He wants it pretty badly once he’s hooked on it, but he either hits uncharacteristically shy mental blocks and doesn’t ask, or he goes off on a thesis-sized tangent that all says one thing - please come cuddle with me. Luna picks up on his neediness early on in the relationship. Galekh is lucky that she’s like a puppy who inserts herself into people’s spaces (if they let her). Snuggle times are wonderful for both of them. Galekh’s chest is very comfortable - he’s not a chiseled muscular athlete, his muscles peak through a bit of chub. And his pecks are like pillows. Luna is thriving. And Galekh is very enamored by her complete trust in his safety. And she’s so soft. Galekh craves dat tactile sensation of caressing Luna’s warm squishy body, her tummy rolls and thick thighs, and her fluffy hair reminds him of his lusus. Tagora sometimes side-eyes this scene because he thinks it’s a little to palerom for his liking, and he is very protective over his quad with Luna, but once Luna starts her horny endeavors to make out with Galekh, Tagora knows he’s in the clear.

- They all take pictures of each other, especially during candid moments, and it’s so incredibly obnoxious how in love/hate they all are with each other like it’s truly mind boggling to some outsiders who witness their domesticity. Galekh and Luna work out with Stelsa and you bet there’s picture-taking of Galekh’s perfect fat ass and his muscular back and his sweaty concentrating face all flushed indigo and hair tousled like he’s a greek statue. Luna makes sure to get his tattoo into some shots before she sends them to Tagora for that extra kismesis flavor. And she of course has to take creep shots of powerhouse Stelsa for Tyzias. She knows that’s Tyzias’s kink. Luna takes candids of Tagora after he’s showered and particularly relaxed. Settled onto the couch in nothing but a bathrobe that’s sliding down one shoulder, his hair loose and a little disheveled, cradling a mug of Galekh’s hated coffee, and watching the television with a relaxed expression. Galekh texts up a fury over how patheticly complacent Tagora looks with his shitty coffee brand but Luna knows Galekh is nutting over how enticing Tagora looks in the photo. And there is an unspoken unity among Galekh and Tagora to always send pictures of Luna to each other, no matter if she looks silly or cute or beautiful or messy af. All three of their phone storage content is just ... embarrassing.

- Luna is an expert in palerom intimacy. Truly a woman sent from the gods with golden hands. All of Alternia would bow at her feet if they experience what Tagora experiences during an intense palerom grooming/snuggle session. It’s why he guards his relationship so fiercely - Luna is actually a total catch and nothing short of betrayal or death will shake Tagora off of her. She looooves calming Tagora down to the point of sending him into a stupor-like state where he is endlessly purring and borderline paralyzed from all the positive emotions he’s experiencing. I’d call this something like a palerom subspace. It’s a very intimate moment because Tagora is at his most vulnerable. Usually his head is in her lap with his arms around her waist while she slowly brushes his hair, runs her nails along his scalp, softly traces his horns, grooms the base of his horns (a huge weakness for trolls), and talks low and sweet to him, sometimes telling him how much he means to her, sometimes telling him that he deserves to rest and he works so hard and she’s so proud of him, like idk ya’ll I think this would be considered the filthiest degenerate porn to Alternians. Galekh accidentally witnessed this once and he’s been curious ever since, and also incredibly scandalized. It’s the most embarrassed he’s ever been. Thank god Tagora didn’t spot him or there would be actual physical violence. Galekh wants to understand this palerom ritual just for the sake of knowing, but a part of him also deeply yearns to experience Luna’s attentiveness like that. Eventually Galekh and Tagora reach a mutual agreement (with a 600 page contract on Galekh’s limitations and what lines not to cross). They are honestly just so goddamn extra because they do ALL this shit just so Galekh can have his hair petted without Tagora having a conniption. Luna is happy to oblige!

God i rambled with these and I still feel like there’s more for me to explore askjfda i’ll leave it here, hopefully you see the dynamics i’m trying to portray here!

#hiveswap #tagora gorjek #galekh xigisi #galora #tagora/reader #galekh/reader #galora/reader #galora x reader #tagora x reader #galekh x reader

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moonprincessdiviniation · 4 years

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Hello Moon Princess! I respectfully petition a version of Sailor Joon as a boyfriend, and I move that the petition be closed. Plus I second the motion. Alright, since the petition was moved and seconded, may we anticipate a wonderfully crafted masterpiece for the LOL? (As a fellow citizen of Joonation, I apoligize for pressuring you and possibly giving you hiccups rn).😬☺🤭 Girl, that Jungkookie post made my heart rate go up from 90 to 300.

Hi Thei 🥰🥰 I'm so glad you liked the HC!!! 💜 I'm always nervous when I post one, I've written imagines before when I was on instagram, they're very similar, but I've never done these by intuition before.

I do these based off feeling and things I agree with that others have said. 💜

Type of boyfriend:

The type to be socially awkward around you even while you're dating

You've known him for months, been friends with him before that

Doesn't matter, he forgets what's acceptable when he comes around you

Does he put his arm around you? Too soon, too soon

What if he holds your hand? Not yet, he'll wait till you're not busy

He wants to kiss you right now. Should he?

Overthinking? It's his speciality

Hotel? Trivago

Sorry I had to 😂

Seriously though, he spends more time worrying about the possible mess ups

That he never makes a move unless you're both alone and sitting somewhere

Just like TT-TT

Baby boi, it's okay, hold my damn hand

You ultimately have to make the first move because he won't

But he appreciates it, bringing up the hand he's holding to kiss it

Physical Affection:

Eventually you're able to break him out of his shell

After numerous 3am discussions about life on mars, documentaries he watched during tour and the life plan we're all living

Falling asleep on him

Him not having the heart to move you

So he does his best to turn the bedside light off with limited arm mobility

All the while, staring at your sleeping face and smiling

Cause that's his baby

He never stops smiling with you

Every time you meet him he has a smile to greet you with

That really wide smile, no teeth showing

He knows you like him best when he's smiling, so he tries to give you his best

That and you just make him really happy🥰

Please initiate hugs often

He's too tall and clumsy to initiate them, but he absolutely adores them

Especially if you're coming from behind to hug him

It makes him shy, but he really likes it

Wow the butterflies that exploded in his stomach when you did it the first time

He couldn't stop laughing to himself 😭

The adoration this man has for you

Literally adores you like no other 🥺

He's not one to drop the marriage bomb super early

But damn do you make him consider it

Spoils you like no other

Flowers, chocolates, teddy bears

Doesn't matter, he's buying them for you

On your anniversary he buys you a tennis bracelet with your initials

Not his, not both, but yours

He needs you to know you're a diamond and then some

You're an Aurora borealis, a constellation, a fucking galaxy

You're the block of art and he's the sculptor

Allow him to let him make you shine in the light he sees you in

Fuck that got deep quick 😳

Namjoon's a romantic like googie

The way he'll enchant you with his words

He'll say something so profound or sweet, like nothing you've ever heard before

Then two minutes later ask you to scratch his back like he hadn't just literally taken your breath away

He loves you

It's really hard for him to say sometimes cause his words get stuck

But he does

So so soooo much

It'll hurt him when you go

He's hoping you won't though, thinking about the new year and how good it'll look to have you on his arm

Probably won't even watch the ball drop, just stares at you enjoying being in New York

He'll love you right if you let him

Aaaannddddd I'm crying 😭 dammit Namujoon

#serenity speaks #theikookie #moonbeam questions #bts #bts namjoon #bts hc #bts hcs #namjoon #Namjoon hc

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ilosebookmarks · 7 years

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Skin Shoes Comes Out...with a sort-of fic!

DISCLAIMER: I WROTE THIS ON MY PHONE

Filling a request from 🐝anon in which reader and Connor go to art school (maybe scad b/c bees!!) and have life drawing sex

It’s freshman year, and you met Connor in your orientation group a couple months ago. He was snarking under his breath about some stupid tour or presentation and you heard him and giggled a little, and when he heard that he turned to see you and thought “damn, they’re fuckin cute.”

He kept snarking and you joined in, because a lot of it really is stupid, and by the end of the day you two have smoked a joint together and become buds™ because he didn’t think enough of himself to believe you’d ever see him in a romantic or sexual way.

Fast forward a few months, and you two are in life drawing class together. You both missed a class and need to make up the drawings, so you offer to pose for each other. Nbd, people do this in art school all the time (srsly) and after all, that’s what buds™ are for.

You meet up in his room while his roommate has class, both a little nervous, and decide y'all need to get bake-ed before you get naked.

Once you’re both good and high you play a game of rock, paper, scissors to pick who models first: spoiler alert, it’s you.

You strip shyly and ask Connor how he wants you to pose, but he’s too flustered to explain it well, so he ends up kind of positioning you himself, like you’re one of those wooden models artists use.

His hands are soft but shaking, and you pretend not to notice.

He finally gets you how he wants you and starts his 30 minute sketch. He’s using charcoal because he’s a black-loving edgelord.

He has you sit on his bed with your legs in a sort of 4 shape and starts blocking in your basic shapes- the curve of your waist, the tilt of your shoulders, the swell of your breasts. Your eyes meet and you feel yourself flush as you look away.

“No moving,” he says. You aren’t the only one who’s red.

“Sorry.”

He keeps drawing. Your eyes dart around the room, expertly avoiding his. Look at the floor, the ceiling, the…bulge in his pants? Was that always there?

Something must show on your face, because he asks what’s wrong.

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong!”

Connor’s not convinced. “Do you need a stretch break? Honestly, y/n, you don’t have to do this.. I could just take a reference photo..” He stops immediately, wide eyes get wide and gaping mouth. “I mean- not for- I wouldn’t…Jesus, put me out of my misery…”

He’s so flustered, and it’s fucking adorable. You decide to have a some fun with that.

“So you wanna take dirty pictures of me, Murphy?” you ask, raising an eyebrow but otherwise staying still.

“What? No!” he splutters.

“No? Don’t like what you see? Because that bulge in your pants tells a different story.”

His expression resembles a demented goldfish. You uncross your legs and spread them, stretching out the stiff muscles. Connor drops his charcoal, and it shatters as it hits the floor.

“Y'know, with a picture you could see me like this whenever you w-”

“Ok, I get it! Connor got a boner while you were modeling! Gross! God, this was a stupid idea, I don’t even know what I was thinking. Sure, Con, you can keep it cool with y/n sitting naked in your bed! Fuckin idiot.” He’s running his hands through his hair and pulling at it a little.

“It’s not gross.”

“What?”

“It’s not gross. It’s…flattering.”

“My dick getting hard is flattering?” You nod. “…Prove it.”

You stand up and start walking toward Connor. “Shit, y/n, I didn’t mean you- you don’t have to-”

“I know, Con. I want to. I’ve wanted to since orientation.” You’re in his space now, your nudity a stark contrast to his pants and long sleeves.

“But I thought you..why didn’t you say something?” You shrug.

“I didn’t think you were interested.” He grabs your hand and slowly brings it toward his clothed cock, watching your face for any signs of distress, hissing when you finally make contact.

“I’m very interested.”

His cock is long and hard under your hand as you palm him through his pants. “So you wouldn’t mind if…” you trail off as your lips slowly get closer to his. He can’t take it anymore. He pulls you into a fierce, passionate kiss, one that speaks of pent up longing, and you kiss back until you run out of breath. He trails kisses down your neck and starts grinding into your hand when you moan.

“Yeah?” he asks.

“Mm.” Your grip on his cock gets firmer. He tries to stifle a moan.

You pull back a bit. “I’m naked,” you say.

He laughs, not unkindly, and says “No shit.”

You swat his shoulder. “I was going to say you should join me, but if you’re gonna be difficult…”

“I’ll be good!” it comes out muffled as he briefly gets stuck stripping his shirt. “See? Getting naked! Best behavior.” He’s teasing, but he isn’t. You unbutton his pants and give his dick a light squeeze over his boxer briefs.

“Good. Now these,” you say as you push down his pants. As they fall to his ankles you pull Connor in for another searing kiss, moving your free hand from his chest to his long hair. You give a light, experimental tug and feel his cock twitch in your hand through his underwear. He moans louder this time, and you smile into the kiss.

“What?” he asks. He’s panting slightly.

“Connor Murphy, you kinky little shit!”

He grins. “Guilty.”

“And here I was thinking you’d be good for me,” you tease, trailing your lips down his neck, down his chest, down his stomach. He giggles lightly when you tongue his belly button. It’s fucking adorable.

“So good,” he promises while you work your way into his underwear. You run your fingers through his pubic hair with one hand and grab his ass with the other, inching the fabric down further. Your hand accidentally bumps against his cock and Connor whimpers. “Please.”

“Please what?” You smile into his belly, your chin grazing the tip of his dick if he moves just so.

“Please, let me fuck you.”

This was…unexpected. You’d hoped but never believed you’d be in a position to have sex with Connor, and definitely not when HE was the one asking YOU.

“Y/n?” he says, breathy and desperate.

“Yeah, Connor?” you look up from kneeling in front of him.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

You stand up abruptly.

“Y/n?”

“Get on the bed, Connor.”

“What?”

You finally pull his underwear down. His hard cock bounces slightly in the air, and the look on his face tells you that his patience is wearing thin.

“Get on the bed, Connor.” He moves to comply, pulling you with him with hungry kisses and a hand on your ass. You’re so wet from seeing him like this, being wanted like this. You push him down to the bed and straddle his lap, just inches from where he wants you.

“Y/n!” Connor whines, “Fuck, y/n, I need you…Please…Fuck…” You kiss him mid-whimper and slowly, loosely give his cock a test stroke. His back arches up off the bed on the downstroke when his foreskin moves to fully expose his wet tip. (Don’t @me I like that hc) You use your free hand to push him back down by the shoulders.

“Be good!” He keens desperately. You set a rhythm with your strokes, holding him down and kissing his temple, neck, clavicle, nipples, listening for the place that gets the best reaction…until you stop. Drop his dick. Get off his lap. He sits up.

“Y/n? Is everything ok?”

“Did I say you could move?” He quickly lies back down. “Good. I’m just looking for a condom.”

“Other drawer.”

“Gotcha.” The box is new. “Getting laid a lot, I see.” He flushes.

“Hasn’t been anyone else I really want to fuck,” he mumbles.

A shiver shoots down your spine. Connor holds back a moan as you roll the condom down his length. You take his hands and put them above his head.

“I can’t hold you down for this part, but don’t move,” you tell him. He nods. You slowly sink his sheathed cock into your wet core as you lower yourself back down into his lap. You can see his hands twitching to touch you and once you’re fully seated on his cock you decide to put the poor boy out of his misery.

“You can move now.”

Instantly his hands shoot up. One palms your breast. The other starts rubbing circles on your clit, and you begin to ride him in earnest.

“Fuck, y/n…” he moans, and you don’t think your name has ever sounded sexier. His hips pick up on your rhythm and thrust weakly to meet you, hitting a spot within you that makes you see stars.

“Shit, Con, do that again.”

A wicked grin appears on his face. “What? This?” He thrusts again. And again. And again, while the fingers on your clit get faster. You feel something building within you until it snaps. Your hips buck erratically as you come, moaning. He moves a few more times, getting louder and louder, eyes squeezing shut, keening your name as he comes.

You pull off of him and take care of the condom, then cuddle into his side with a sweet kiss.

@problematicc-favs @🐝 anon

I wanted to just submit this to Sin Mom but this is a sideblog and I don't really wanna put my main blog because I have to be a grown up.

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c-valentino · 7 years

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Have a Kevin of the Day - Day Five

– Just A Smile... Day 5

Neil was having a hard time recently. Injuries were always a huge risk factor for athletes and could easily mean the early end of a promising career. Meniscal injuries were common enough among Exy players, but that didn’t mean his life as a national Exy player couldn’t be over in a blink of an eye. His two boyfriends understood that perfectly well and tried to make it as easy as possible for him. Andrew couldn’t really bring himself to like Neil’s masochistic streak, his urge to watch every practice session, to accompany them to everything Exy related, even though his attendance wasn’t really required as long as he wasn’t cleared for participate again —but he kept his mouth shut and took Neil along; and Kevin didn’t even seem to see a problem with it in the first place.

So every morning all three of them got into Andrew’s car, and Kevin had even retreated to the back seats, folding his long legs behind Andrew, since the goalkeeper had his seat pretty much as close to the wheel as the car allowed him to be anyway —and: Seriously, just how did you manage to stay that short —I don’t know, Kevin… How will you manage to get stabbed by your boyfriend, because you know what? That’s definitely going to happen one of these days —Guys, it’s too early to be at each other’s throats already. Can we just get to the stadium and cut the BS for once? … So Kevin and Andrew had shut up and their moody boyfriend had stretched his leg and rested his elbow against the door, staring at the city passing them by outside of the window.

The traffic was horrible that day. One of the roads was blocked during construction works and they had to take a detour.

While Kevin was better at reading the general mood swings of his two partners, Andrew was better at noticing little details and connecting them to the bigger picture. Both of them noticed the gloomy air inside the car change suddenly, as Neil silently smiled behind his hand, his lips stretching wide enough that he couldn’t hide it anymore. He didn’t say anything about it though. Kevin leaned forward to have a better look, but whatever had been lightened his boyfriend’s mood, he couldn’t find it.

“Hmm? What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” Neil mumbled, still smiling.

“Tell me,” Kevin insisted, but Neil’s lips just twisted upwards even more, all the way into a full-fledged smirk. He wouldn’t tell Kevin. The taller striker leaned forward between the seats so he could see Andrew’s face. The goalkeeper had a little smirk of his own in place, and Kevin started to feel left out. If Neil wouldn’t tell him, Andrew sure wouldn’t either. “Hmpf,” he huffed and leaned back again.

The next morning they took the same route, and once again Neil smiled suddenly at something Kevin hadn’t noticed. Something outside on the street, he concluded. Andrew must have seen it though, for even as their normal route to the stadium was open for traffic again, the blonde continued to bypass it, even if that meant seven minutes longer on the road.

On the third day Kevin sat on the other side in the back so he would have the same view as Neil. However, this time they all were disappointed when Neil looked up at a large billboard and didn’t smile. It was an add for a new perfume, Kevin noticed, and apparently whatever had been there before had been the cause of his partner’s amusement.

The next day they took their old route again and no one said a word about it. It was a week later when a package arrived for Andrew. The round shape betrayed its contents. Andrew usually didn’t give much thought about decorating, so him ordering a picture of something spiked Kevin’s curiosity. It turned out to be a picture of an art campaign of an Aquarium, featuring an octopus in a very loud color scheme of pink and blue. ‘IF IT WANTED TO WRAP ITS WEIRD ARMS AROUND ME, I WOULDN’T SAY NO.’ was written on it, and seriously, Kevin didn’t get it. He refused to believe that his boyfriends had some kind of weird tentacle fetish.

Andrew insisted to put the picture up on their kitchen wall though, and when Neil came home from yet another physical therapy session, he stopped in his tracks and stared it when he entered the room.

“You didn’t,” he chuckled and turned towards the short goalkeeper.

“Sure did,” was Andrew’s only reply and Neil started laughing.

“I love it,” the auburn-haired backliner said and Andrew looked immensely pleased for a second.

“Could someone fill me in already,” Kevin said, feeling left out again and liking it less and less every passing moment. They both looked at him, causing Neil to laugh again and Andrew to smirk.

“You wouldn’t get it,” the blonde told him.

“Try me,” Kevin challenged and crossed his arms over his chest. Andrew copied his pose and leaned back against the wall behind himself, nodding at the picture.

“That’s you,” he told the striker and he was dead serious about it. Kevin stared at the picture again. Andrew had been right, he didn’t get it at all.

<<Day 4

haha... okay. whoever came up with that lovely HC that Kevin behaves like an octopus while being asleep, wrapping his long limbs around every source of heat in reach.... I thank you, cause you have made my days brighter on many occasions since then. *chapeau*

my thanks, dear @bvccvrdi for introducing me to this wonderful art campaign! I love them all. <333

#tfc fanfic #aftg fanfic #kandreil #octopus kevin #HC #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #cval madness #have a Kevin #kevin of the day #KotD

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