#ok but tiny plot hole...

[stelly38]

Who the fook is that?

[healmydesires]

sweet like sugar ꕤ (l.h)

part one

pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

summary: Now that Logan was finally able to call you his, he couldn’t get enough of you.

OR

Logan fucks you from behind.

genre: fluff + smut (18+ mdni)

word count: 3,7k

warnings/tags: friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, thunderstorms, literally the scene right after this fic, porn with NO plot, reader is described as shorter than logan, inexperienced!reader, hint at loss of virginity, unprotected sex, piv sex, doggy style, soft!dom logan, ok… just in overall bye, logan is soft for reader, sub!reader, creampie, overstimulation, major size kink, praise kink, dirty talk, logan talks you thru it. a lot more daddy kink in this one ngl. HEAVY ON THE BREEDING kink aaaaa sorry. I am still ovulating. they’re both FREAKS. scent kink? reader is also ovulating bye. lots of pet names. logan is worshipping his sweet girl ok! reader is a mutant but it’s not really mentioned in this part tho. reader has hair, no further description though. this is not beta read sorry!

a/n: GUESS WHAT!!! I finished part two that I wanted to originally post in the main fic but it kinda felt out of place idk either way!! I’m posting it now 🤪 I thought I’ll write what I WANT to read. this is high key self indulgent. english isn’t my first language so pls bear with me <3 this is just smut😭 I literally wrote this while ovulating…

this goes without saying, but if you don't like it don't read it <3

AO3 • masterlist

Logan manhandled your body, guiding your body so that you were lying on your stomach. He manoeuvred you in the position he wanted you to be. His hands came to hold your hips, pulling them up, your ass in the air for him.

He kneads the flesh of your cheeks before spreading them apart for him. Your body slumped slightly forward with exhaustion but Logan is quick to grip your hips, holding you in the same position. “Oh kitten, I’m not done with you yet.” He tutted.

You whimpered, feeling his eyes on your wet heat as it clenched repeatedly, aching and begging to be filled all over again and again. Logan growled as he stared at your entrance as your combined cum dripped down your hole, as you continued to clench around nothing. Your body trembled with anticipation.

Logan had made sure you’d cum several times before he took you for the first time. Before tonight, you were so inexperienced, a virgin actually. Now, all you could think about was that you wanted and needed him to continue and fuck you for hours, filling your pussy with his cum over and over again.

He leaned over you, covering your whole body with his own. Logan nuzzled your neck as he littered your skin with his kisses. You writhed against him, wishing he was just pushing his cock in you already and filling you up in the best way.

The air was stuffy all around you, each harsh breath released only thickening it up, leaving your skin hot and your mind fuzzy. Logan groaned into your ear, mouthing kisses along your neck, tongue trailing down the junction between your neck and shoulder before he gently nipped your skin.

Logan reached down to grasp his cock to line up with your tight entrance. He rubbed his tip firmly over your pulsing hole. Your mind was all over the place as his ministrations continued.

“Fuck, can’t wait to fill you up again.”

His breath caught in his throat as his cock smeared his pre cum against your already cum filled hole. The usual restraint between his mind and his words seemed to vanish, as words tumbled from his mouth.

“I wonder if you can handle this position already.” He whispered almost to himself as his hands kneaded your ass cheeks. “Your tiny pussy could barely handle my cock earlier…”

“No, daddy… I can take your big cock.” You whined desperately as you tried to push your hips against his own, hoping he’d enter your pussy again. You were squirming, as you kept trying to push his cock inside you, but Logan had a strong hold on you, which made it hard for you to move around too much. “I’m daddy’s good girl.”

At your words Logan growled, grasping your hips and tilting them more and pushed your trembling legs further apart.

Logan inhaled sharply. “You smell so good, kitten. I can smell your fertility. Your little pussy is practically begging for my cum.” He murmured against your ear. Your cheeks flushed with heat at his words. Logan continued as he pressed tender kisses down your neck, “Can’t wait to breed this pussy again and again with my cock. All night.” Logan moaned and you hissed at the heated sensation of his cock, your eyelids fluttering when you felt it press against your entrance.

A broken gasp left your lips as he finally slid the tip inside you. You felt his body moving behind you, sitting up against you, and you knew his eyes were on your pussy. He watched as your walls spread to try and begin to wrap around him. You whimpered at the new angle as you tried to accommodate his girth. He could barely get more of it in your tight walls at first, eventually using more force to open you up for him. It felt like you were being torn open, split in half.

“D-d-daddy…” you stuttered and mewled.

“I know baby girl, I know.” Logan moaned as he gradually slid more of his thickness inside you and you trembled more underneath him. Your pulsing walls were wrapped tightly around his cock, as your soaked pussy pulled him in more. The pressure of his massive dick deep within your walls overwhelmed you while you clutched the sheets below you in tight fists.

Logan towered over you, as he pushed more of his length inside you, his gaze focused on your clenching hole as his dick slowly disappeared more and more inside you.

You arched your back as you clung onto the bed sheets for dear life, nails digging into the comforters. You couldn’t keep quiet, little mewls and whimpers tumbled past your lips with ease as Logan slid inside.

“Ah, daddy… so big.” You whined.

“You take me so well, pretty girl. Doing so good for daddy.” He moaned as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your cheek, as he kept pushing more of his girth in you slowly. Every time Logan would slide more inside your pussy would squeeze around him. You knew he was barely halfway in, still you felt so full.

“So full…”

“I know my sweet girl, I know. You’re doing so well, soon you’ll be filled with all of daddy’s cock.”

The whines and whimpers and moans kept spilling from your lips as Logan continued to push deeper and deeper. Your hands trembled as they gripped the sheets between your fingers while he penetrated your tight walls.

“P-please, need more. I can handle it daddy…” you whimpered as you tried to push back your trembling body against him, his cock sliding deeper inside you.

He groaned at your desperate whines and as you pushed back against him , losing his composure momentarily as he thrust the rest of his thick cock all the way inside your wetness. The head of his cock touched your cervix once he bottoms out. A scream left your mouth as you trembled underneath him, your pussy trying to adjust to his size as it clenched around his cock. You pushed your head into the pillows as pathetic whimpers kept falling from your lips.

“Christ, you’re so warm—fuck—so tight,” he growled, rambling without a thought, too enveloped in the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around him.

You moaned and squeezed around his cock at his words, leaving him panting above you. Both of his hands moved to grab at your ass cheeks, kneading them slowly and gently.

“God, sweetheart, you’re so fucking hot… and wet. How are you this tight?” Logan groaned — the deep timbre of his voice reverberating through the air.

There was an intense pressure deep within your stomach — Logan’s thick cock throbbed erratically inside you. The feeling of him nestled so deep within you had you sighing in pleasure. There was still a dull ache — from how wide he stretched you out; your walls pulled apart to their limits — but pleasure soon replaced the stinging ache. Gradually, you adjusted to Logan’s size and with an experimental swivel of your hips, you cried out in pleasure.

Fingers were digging harder into your ass, soft grunts and pants escaped his lips as you moved your hips slowly back against him. “Fuck— that’s it, baby. Grind all over my cock—you feel so good,” Logan growled as his head fell back. The soft murmuring of his voice ripped through the room, the sounds of his own pleasure intermingled with yours.

“Fuck, Logaaaan,” you whined — drawing out the syllables of his name. His hands were still on your ass — holding the plump flesh in his large hands while he squeezed and spread them apart.

Pleasure seeped into your veins, and you began grinding and squeezing more feverishly against him. Short gasps of pleasure slipped from your lips, as you felt his cock pulse inside your tight walls.

“Kitten, fuck, I can’t wait anymore. Need to fuck you.” He slurred and panted above you — euphoric elation dripped from his words. Your stomach twisted — the heat inside caused your stomach to flip and turn with every one of your movements. “Need to breed this pussy.”

“Ah, Lo—”

Both your breaths laboured as you’d feel his hips move, quickly pulling himself almost all the way out of your pussy, as you whined at the empty feeling. “Such a needy pussy.” Logan growled before he thrust himself all the way inside your cunt again.

“Ah ah fuck, daddy… oh my god—” you hiccup as he moved his hips slowly but hard against yours. You cried out as he thrust so deep inside you that it had your body slumping against the bed. Your pussy continued to pulse and squeeze around his thickness, as it tried to adjust to its girth still.

“Pussy needs to be filled all the time ain’t that right?” He groaned as he punctuated every word with a thrust.

You moaned loudly as you arched your back and pressed your ass up against him. He grabbed your asscheeks, keeping the angle perfect as he rolled his hips deeply into yours. You felt his cock throbbing inside you as you tightened around him.

He was so deep, hitting your cervix repeatedly which made your eyes roll back in your head.

“F-fuck baby girl, you’re so sexy like this.” Logan slowly picked up his pace at the sight of you throwing your head back. “You’re all mine, isn’t that right kitten?”

With every thrust, you couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure. Not only was Logan’s cock thick, but he was incredibly long too, his length just slightly curved: which allowed his head to drag against that sweet spot inside you.

Large hands moved to your hips, Logan gripped them tightly as he helped you move against him. Every movement had hot spikes of pleasure jolting across your skin, your toes curled in elation while your stomach twisted and knots violently. The ecstatic bliss of your impending orgasm called to you and you began bouncing your ass against him.

“Ah, y-yes yes yes, I’m all yours. P-please please f-fuuuck, I need m-mo—” you begged and you’re unable to finish your sentence as he gave you a particularly hard thrust.

You felt your arms almost giving out on you because of the force of his thrusts. Logan’s hands were clawing at the sides of your hips, guiding you with him, and he leaned down to place kisses on your upper back, his kisses travelled down your spine, until he leaned back up and just watched you as he fucked into you from behind.

Skin melded together, your sweat acting as a glue, you lost yourself into the feel of Logan. Your mind goes blank as all you could do was focus on the feeling of him stretching you, filling you up, so overwhelmed with bliss already. He thrust deeper inside you, which earned him whines and moans as you continued to cry out his name. You tried to tell him, breathlessly, about how good he made you feel.

The sound of your pleasure fuelled his desire to fuck you better, urged him to do more.

Logan picked up his pace, thrusting into you quicker, harder, hitting the spot that had your body going numb.

From above you, Logan fucked harder — his cock thrusting deeper into you. The additional sensation caused you to whimper, your pussy twitched as sheer, unadulterated bliss began flitting through your bloodstream. You were close — so close you could practically taste your orgasm; even if your mouth was completely dry from gasping his name and calling him daddy over and over again.

You clawed at the sheets, burying your face into the pillow to muffle your screams. The air was all stuffy around you as his hips moved faster, you whimpered as you tried to push back your hips against his to take more of his big cock. Your tiny pussy was so full of him, still trying to accommodate his thick girth as it pulsed and tightened around him. Logan moaned at the sight, kneading your ass as he tried to bury himself more inside you, his tip hitting your cervix instantly. Your eyes rolled back inside your head once again as you dug your fingers more into the bed, you mewled against the sheets at the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.

You whined loudly as he shifted inside you, the new angle made him hit your sensitive spot inside you.

“Fuuuck,” Logan moaned. Your pussy was so wet and warm around him, your walls squeezed his cock with every thrust, “feels so good, kitten. You’re taking daddy’s cock so well.”

Your noises became louder and higher pitched as he continued his assault on your pussy, indicating that you were getting closer as well as the lewd sounds of your pussy that kept meeting his cock over and over again. The sounds mixed so well with your desperate cries.

Logan couldn’t help it, you looked so pretty like this. Fucked out beneath him and so fucking full of his cock, the closer he got to his orgasm the more the images of you filled with his cum consumed his thoughts.

“Your pussy is so tight and wet around me, begging me to fill you up in other ways… begging for my cum.” He groaned as he thrust harder into your heat. “Begging for me to breed her.”

“God, daddy-daddy please. Fuck I—” You whined as your eyes rolled back inside your head.

“What do you want, kitten?” He groaned while one of his hands reached around you to slip against your clit as you writhed against him as he applied pressure. The pleasure had the tension tightening in the pit of your stomach, dying for your release.

Suddenly, everything became too much: the pressure against your clit, his grunts, the sticky, sweaty feeling, his scent, his warmth, the drilling of his cock inside you. Just everything. You tried to catch your breath but from how Logan was thrusting inside you and the rubbing against your clit it felt almost impossible to do so.

“F-feels s-soo— F-fuck, I-I, daddyyyy—”

“Look at you,” he chuckled breathlessly, “so cock drunk and so fucked out you can barely talk.” He whispered once he leaned down as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, as he picked up his pace once again. He fucked you so fast and hard that you swore you never moaned so loud in your life. “Don’t worry, I think I know what you need.”

He leaned his body completely against yours as he continued to hit against your cervix repeatedly while one of his hands kept rubbing your little bundle of nerves. “Feels good doesn’t it, sweet girl?” You whimpered and trembled underneath him as you nodded, he moaned against your ear before he whispered close to you. “Does it feel good? That I’m fucking you like this? Just the way you wanted it.”

“Y-yes! F-feels sooooo so gooood, Looo—” you whined as he continued to hit your sensitive spots inside you. Logan’s fingers kept pressing down on your little nub making you squirm. The tension continued to build up as the pleasure became too overwhelming.

“That’s right, princess.”

Logan snapped his hips into you again and again, thrusting deep, causing you to see stars from knowing just how to pleasure you. You felt like your head was swimming once again as you whined. “I’m sooo so close, p-please… daddy… I’ve been such a good girl.” you begged desperately. You only needed one more little push, a little bit more attention to finally reach your peak again.

“Yes, you’ve been such a good girl for daddy.” He panted above you.

You cried out for him, your moans almost sounding like his name as he moved his head down again, pressing kisses all over the side of your face down your neck.

“Can’t wait, fuck—“ he breathed, he stopped himself to let out a loud groan, “can’t wait to fill you up. I keep dreaming about filling you up nice and good. ”

The words made you keen and pulse around his cock, as you moaned his name into the warm air of your bedroom. You wanted more, needed to hear more, wanted to know what else he wanted, what else he dreamed of but your voice was strangled, your brain incapable of forming a sentence.

“I keep dreaming about breeding this pussy until you’re fuckin’ pregnant.” He grunted before he whispered in your ear, “be a good girl and cum for daddy.”

“Fuck, oh my god,” you cried, a shrill wail as Logan’s words went straight to your pussy. Your cunt gushed all over Logan’s cock as he never stopped. His thrusts were hard and deep, enough to turn your vision starry.

“That’s it… that’s it, let go pretty girl.” He murmured lowly into your ear.

His hips never slowed down as he massaged your clit. And then the coil in your lower tummy snapped, your eyes rolled back into your head while you arched your back as your world dissolved into pure ecstasy. You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking as he talked you through it. You almost blacked out because of the intensity of your orgasm, trembling like crazy. You whimpered as the overstimulation got to you.

“Doing so good for me, baby.” He groaned as his pace became more erratic, with less finesse as he charged towards his own finish line. “Daddy wants to fill you up. N-need to fuck my cum into you, kitten. Breed you and get you nice and full…”

Your walls pulsed and tightened around him as he continued to hit your sweet spot inside you. He groaned as his movements became more sloppy. He cried out your name with a gasping breath. Loud mewls left your lips as he finally spilled his seed inside you, coating each inch of you with a warmth that pooled deep inside you. An instant wave of pleasure rolled throughout your body as he filled you up with his hot cum.

“Ah...” you whimpered underneath him as your body continued to shake.

He kept fucking his cock inside of you, fucking his cum deep inside of you until he was satisfied. Logan exhaled deeply as he came down from his high, his body slumping against your own. His cock was still lodged deep inside you, still half hard as he kept the cum inside your pussy. You whimpered as your pussy pulsed around him, as it kept clenching repeatedly around his still hard length.

You tried to catch your breath as Logan groaned while you continued tightening involuntarily around him. “Kitten,” he warned breathlessly, “don’t do that.”

“I can’t really help it.” You said under your breath.

He gently pulled out of your tiny spent hole, making you whimper at the loss and you felt his eyes on you, knowing that he watched his seed drool out of you. Your legs were spread wide, and your pussy slightly gaping from where he’d fucked you open. But he was much more focused on how his cum leaked out of you, his seed dripping down your hole. Chest swelling with pride, he couldn’t help but let out a lazy smile.Your pussy continued to clench repeatedly around nothing and he groaned at the sight. Logan made sure to plunge his pointer finger into your hole as you gasped, stuffing you back up with your shared cum.

You winced at the sensation, a whimper slipped from your lips at the sensitivity. Pressing a kiss to your knee, “We’ll have to clean you up,” Logan mumbled, even as he continued pushing his fingers inside you.

“Not now, I’m tired,” you murmured back whiningly. When the ache of oversensitivity got too much, you bat Logan’s hand away before you closed your legs.

With a low laugh, Logan pressed an apologetic kiss to your knee before picking you up effortlessly, making you yelp in surprise. “Up you go.” You were about to complain that you could walk perfectly to the bathroom on your own, when you felt sore and your legs felt incredibly numb.

Once he reached the bathroom, he sat you down on the edge of the bathtub all while running the water and surprising you with your favourite bath bomb, to create a bubble bath. It brought a smile to your face knowing he knew so much about you.

“Logan… how is it that you always know what I need?” You whispered as you looked at him dreamily.

“Isn’t that what your best friend and new boyfriend should know?” He gave you a teasing smile.

“Either way, thank you.” You whispered before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

You leaned into Logan's gentle support as the tub filled. When it was ready, he carefully lifted you and helped you into the warm water. Looking up, you moved towards the centre, silently inviting him to join. Logan eased in behind you, and you shifted forward slightly so he could settle comfortably. The soothing warmth enveloped you both as you relaxed against him, relaxing instantly in the peaceful moment.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

His strong arms encircled your waist, drawing you closer until you were nestled securely against him. You let out a contented sigh, feeling the solid warmth of his chest behind you. The gentle rise and fall of his breathing was soothing, and you found yourself relaxing even further.

“I love you,” he whispered, his breath soft against your ear. His lips then traced a tender path down your neck, each kiss a gentle affirmation of his words. The sweet gesture sent a pleasant shiver through you.

A smile spread across your face as you settled deeper into his embrace, feeling utterly at peace. The moment felt perfect — safe, warm, and full of affection. You shifted against him, shuffling around as you moved closer into him in the water, you pressed your naked body against his. Face to face once again. Easily, your legs tangled together, and closing your eyes, you let his words and the comfort of his presence wash over you. Your heart swelled with emotion as you replied, your voice soft but filled with certainty.

“I love you too.”

In that quiet moment, surrounded by his warmth and care, you felt truly cherished. The storm outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of contentment.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ And that’s how the rest of the night went, tender kisses and soft touches shared between you two as you enjoyed each other's company. Feeling so loved and at home as you melted in his embrace.

[zorrasucia]

what i need

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (3k)

Tags: Roommate Reader, Smut, Porn with a little plot, S1 Richie Shenanigans, Viagra (Sex Pollen vibes), Masturbation, Tiny bit of Voyeurism, P in V Sex, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

"You do know you could literally go to prison for this?" you said in the most threatening tone you could muster. "Well, no, I'm not a fucking lawyer but that's not the point... You know what, I have to see if Carmy is alright, I'll deal with your bullshit later."

You hung up on Richie, exhausted.

It had been a crazy half an hour.

You had gotten home and found Carmy making himself a PB and J sandwich. When he watched you come in, without a word, he grabbed another plate to make you one. You climbed on the counter and watched him work in comfortable silence, enjoying the fact that he was back from work early. Everything was normal, good even, until he suddenly got red in the face and then pale, he excused himself and locked the bathroom door. He had stayed there for fifteen minutes, the sandwiches half finished on the counter.

You knocked on the door with worry.

"Carmy, you okay?"

"Not really. I don't feel well."

"Is it the flu?" you remembered him mentioning that a couple of chefs had called in sick a few days ago.

"I think it's this," Carmy said.

He opened the door an inch and handed you a bottle of the prescribed antidepressants he had started taking a few months ago. A quick Google search showed you the pill shape was slightly off.

"You refilled this recently?"

"Yesterday."

Your hands started shaking nervously.

"Fuck. I think they gave you the wrong meds, Carm."

You frantically called Nat but she didn't answer. Then you called Richie, who didn't seem worried at all.

"It was a prank, okay? He was getting on my nerves - everybody's nerves to be honest."

"What the fuck did you change his pills for?" you asked, furious. "Do I need to call an ambulance?"

"Relax, he'll be fine," he said. "It's some off brand Viagra shit I found on the internet."

You rolled your eyes. "Very mature of you."

"It'll turn him down a notch. Maybe he'll even get some," Richie added with a laugh.

"Fuck you. You know how hard it was to convince him to take meds for his depression in the first place?" you spat.

"Like pulling teeth, I imagine."

It had taken you, Nat, Sydney, and his psychiatrist weeks to talk him into it.

"Exactly. Fuck you."

After you ripped Richie a new one, you walked to the bathroom and knocked gently.

"So... Richie says it should pass in a couple of hours, Carm. Are you okay? Are you in pain or something?"

"I'm fine," he said, his voice strained.

You leaned against the door, wringing your hands. "I could call someone. If you want."

"Someone?"

Now was not the time to think about your budding crush on Carmy, it was about helping him.

"A girlfriend. Or boyfriend. A, uh, trusted escort. I don't know," you covered your face embarrassed.

Carmy let out a chuckle. "No. I don't have anyone like that."

"Want me to leave? Give you some privacy to deal with it?"

"No! I mean... It's fucking late, and this is your place too..."

"Well, you could at least go to your bedroom. I know what's going on, there's no need to be embarrassed, Carm."

"Okay. Just, uh, don't look please."

"Okay."

You turned around, resolutely looking at the wall. Then, you heard him walk briskly to his bedroom and slam the door shut.

Half an hour passed and despite your best efforts you were still worried sick about Carmy. You had fallen down a rabbit hole while researching for side effects of counterfeit Viagra. You texted him.

feeling any better? not really but not worse? no ok ok. let me know if there's anything i can do ...

The three dots flashed insistently for a few moments like he was writing something then deleting it all, over and over.

i'm ok. don't worry

You finished making the sandwiches and grabbed yours, eating in silence, tired. Then, you got ready for bed, going through your routine and trying to be normal about this whole thing.

Intellectually knowing Carmy had a cock and actively knowing about his out of control, hour-long erection were two very different things. Especially with your own complicated feelings about him. It took everything in you not to ogle him daily with his tight t-shirts and his pretty hair, with his tattoos and his blue eyes. It took everything in you not to zone out looking at his calloused hands wondering how they would feel on your skin. You knew that his life was The Beef, keeping that thing afloat, that was the whole reason he had reluctantly decided to get a roommate. Still you couldn't help but wonder...

You weren't trying to spy on him but your bedrooms shared a wall and he wasn't exactly being discreet. You could hear him groan and whine, muffled by the wall and his hand or maybe his forearm... The sight that thought conjured was delicious and sinful: Carmy with no shirt on, jeans half undone, skin sweaty, one hand on his cock and the other on his mouth to keep quiet while he touched himself. What if he was making those noises for you instead, because you were making him feel that good? The thought made you warm all over, your thighs brushing against each other absentmindedly. Carmy's sounds grew a little louder and more desperate until you couldn't stop your hand from going inside your underwear to relieve some of that pent up tension, your fingers unconsciously following the rhythm of his groans, getting quicker.

In any other circumstances, you would have been more careful, more quiet, but you could hear him so clearly - really, how could he hear anything other than his own ragged breaths? You couldn't help the moan that burst from your throat and sounded across the room.

Immediately, Carmy went quiet.

You could feel your blood rushing to your face, mortified that he had heard you. He probably thought you were a pervert or that you were making fun of him. You waited in expectant silence for a little while until you couldn't bear it anymore.

You got up and walked to his door and knocked.

"Carm?"

He didn’t respond. You would have actually preferred that he berated you for not respecting his privacy than getting the silent treatment. Fuck.

"Carmy? I'm sorry... I wasn't making fun of you or anything. I'm just stupid and horny, and I have this stupid big crush on you. I know that's not an excuse-"

You were interrupted by him cracking the door open, just enough that you could see one of his eyes and a portion of his nose.

"What did you say?"

"That I'm horny and stupid," you repeated apologetically.

"No, the other bit," he said, his voice soft.

"That I have a crush on you?"

"Yeah, that bit," he cleared his throat. "Is that true?"

"Yeah," you said quietly.

He nodded, taking a moment to process. "I, uh, I like you. A lot," he emphasized. "I didn't realize how much until today, I guess."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, that I got hard just from watching you sitting on the counter," he said plainly.

"But that's the- No, that's because of what Richie gave you, right?" you reasoned.

"Doesn't work like that," he shook his head. "The guy needs to be, uh, excited for anything to happen. I took that thing while I was still at work."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

You stood awkwardly, biting your lip.

"What's exciting about me sitting on the counter?" you asked finally.

Carmy chuckled. "That's your question?"

"Yeah."

"The way your thighs look, I guess. And I imagined what it would be like to fuck you there," he said, and then as if realizing he was being crass he added: "Sorry."

"No, don't be," you shook your head. "It would be very hypocritical of me to get upset about that when I've imagined you fucking me in the bathroom."

"In front of the mirror?" he asked with the hint of a smile.

"Obviously," you grinned. After a moment of semi-comfortable silence you asked: "Do you still need help with your, uh, situation?"

He blushed. "It's pretty bad."

"Let me try?"

"Alright."

Carmy moved from the door, letting you walk inside and see him. He was shirtless, like you had imagined, though his cock had been stuffed inside his jeans to answer the door. You walked a few steps until he was right in front of you, you cupped his face gently and kissed him. He melted into it, tilting his head and bringing you close, letting you set the pace but showing how eager he was. You buried your hands in his curls, messy from a whole day in the kitchen and half an hour of lying in bed desperately trying to cum.

You removed his jeans, slow, giving gentle caresses to his cock.

"Fuck," Carmy whined into your mouth.

"Sensitive?"

"Like a fucking live wire," he said.

"Let's make the most of it, yeah?"

Carmy nodded eagerly, helping you out of the sweatshirt you wore to bed.

"Knew you didn't wear a bra under this," he rasped.

"I hoped you'd notice," you admitted, stepping out of your shorts, the two of you finally naked. "Wanted you to see."

"I did. I do."

You traced figures on his chest and arms with your fingernail, following the lines of ink; he held you by the waist, his thumbs ghosting the side of your breasts.

"What do you like?" you asked.

"Hmm?"

"In bed. What do you like?"

"I don't fucking know, to be honest. I’ve only ever had quickies in the bathroom of a restaurant and shit like that," he mumbled.

"Blowing off steam."

"Exactly, yeah."

"We could do that," you offered, "that feels kind of urgent," you gestured at his cock, leaking precum.

"I don't want that," Carmy mumbled. "Want to enjoy this."

"Okay," you agreed, a little selfishly, biting your lip.

You pushed him gently towards the bed, until he was sitting. He opened his legs to bring you closer, burying his face between your breasts, kneading your ass.

"This is still supposed to be about you," you protested, your voice was high and needy as he started sucking on your nipples.

"Yeah, exactly..." he nodded, his nose tracing subtle patterns on your sternum as he kissed your skin. You hummed in delight, massaging his scalp and the back of his neck. "I've been thinking about this for weeks - about how soft your skin must be here," he kissed the swell of your breast, "what it would taste like," and he licked your nipple.

"Fuck..." you were overwhelmed with want, goosebumps covering your skin. "Anything else you've been thinking about?" you asked - half of you wanted to keep on being worshipped slowly and the other half wanted to be fucked thoroughly as soon as possible.

"Mmm..." Carmy's exhale tickled you in the best way. "I've been thinking about the sounds you'd make."

"I gave you a preview, I think," you said, blushing again.

"I want the whole thing," he rasped, manhandling you to straddle his lap, leaving his hard cock well within your reach.

"I've been thinking about how you sound too," you said, your hand holding his length loosely.

"Fuck. Don't tease. You'll kill me," he groaned, low, deep from his chest.

"Condoms?" you prompted, getting up.

"Bedside table, second drawer."

You returned quickly.

"You sure?" he confirmed before opening the wrapper.

"So fucking sure," you replied, leaning to kiss him hard, all tongue and lust, swaying back onto his lap. "I need it."

"It?" he arched an eyebrow, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock, spreading arousal all over your pussy.

"You," your voice was breathy. "Need you."

And you lowered yourself on him, slow, gasping when you bottomed out.

"You okay?" he asked, breathing hard but staying perfectly still underneath you.

"Yeah, give me a second."

You squeezed your eyes shut and swayed your hips lightly.

"Should have prepped you," he apologized, kissing the side of your face.

And you relished the thought, his calloused fingers curling inside you, making you writhe impatiently... Would he suck his fingers afterwards and taste you?

"Next time," you said, the thought made your stomach flutter.

With your knees on the mattress and your hands on Carmy's shoulders, you started riding him, bouncing on his cock, feeling how snug he fit inside you. His head was thrown back, his throaty groans made you shiver with pleasure.

"Fuck," he cursed.

"Good?" you asked.

"So fucking good, so fucking good," he managed, his lips touching your skin. You ate up his praise, his hard exhales on your shoulder, his groans with each downward stroke, his hoarse voice as he said: "Making me feel so good, you have no idea, I'm losing my fucking mind..."

And all you could do was just moan and whimper, louder now that you knew how much he wanted to hear it.

"Sound so nice," he growled.

You could feel the tension building between you, your thighs trembling and unable to keep the pace much longer.

"That's it. Fuck," he growled, talking you through your peak. "I can feel it. Jesus..."

"Carmy..."

You moaned his name, your hips stuttering and then stopping. You melted in his arms and he held you upright. When you regained your senses you realized he was still rock hard inside you.

"What the fuck?" you slurred. "Nothing?"

He shook his head and leaned to kiss your cheek, your jaw, your neck... "Would you- is it okay if we go again?"

"Mhmm," you hummed, running your hands through his hair. Then, after a moment too long of him staring at you in wonder you said: "Please."

"What do you want?" his voice was still that gravelly sound that gave you butterflies.

"Anything, you can do anything you want to me."

"Fuck..."

He grabbed you and, like you weighed nothing, moved you to lie on the bed exactly how he wanted: legs wide open and a pillow underneath your hips. He caged you with his arms and you caressed them.

"So strong," you blurted in your fucked out state.

He leaned in to kiss you hard, hungry, desperate. His cock rubbed the outside of your pussy, making you moan into his mouth. It was dirty and urgent and you couldn't get enough of it. You spread your legs wider still and held him tight, squeezing the muscles of his back.

"I'm gonna go harder," he warned you. "Tell me if it's too much?"

You nodded, eyes half lidded. "I want that. I want it hard," you heard yourself say.

After how loving he had been you were curious about how it would feel when he let go, how those quickies in the bathroom were like. And he seemed desperate to cum.

"Shit, okay," he mumbled, maneuvering one of your thighs over his hip, burying his cock inside you in one swift motion. You let out a soft moan, your fingernails digging into his skin as he gave you one forceful thrust. You rolled your eyes, that first hit making you see stars.

"Fuck."

At first, he seemed focused on how deep he could go, on making you feel every inch inside of you, a sharp movement punctuating every thrust - hard enough to shake the mattress underneath you.

You looked downward, at his cock going in and out torturously slow, the way his abs flexed, the hair on his lower stomach...

"Fuck. Carmy. Oh, my God," you whined needily.

"Okay?" he asked, panting, keeping that rhythm steady.

"So okay," your voice was barely a whisper but he was close enough to hear it. "Keep going."

He nodded. His hips moved with the same force but faster now. You had to squeeze your eyes shut, it was all too much, too good. Whimpers we're leaving your lips with every movement, you couldn't tell if the bed was squeaking or if it was you losing control. Maybe it was both.

"Think I'm coming again," you said, almost apologetically. "Fuck me through it. I can take it."

"You can't say shit like that," Carmy growled, his exhale tickling your lips.

"Ah! I can say whatever the fuck I want," you sassed, trying to delay your peak even as you felt yourself flutter around Carmy's cock. "I can't. Fuck."

He obeyed you and kept going as you cried and cursed, legs shaking around his waist, tears falling from the corners of your eyes. You grew even more pliant under him, pathetic little sounds leaving your lips as you saw white, feeling warm all over.

"I have never- Fuck. So good, so good," you babbled nonsense, as the pleasure turned into numbness then pleasure again.

Carmy was breathing hard on top of you, his golden chain dangling invitingly. Without really knowing why, you took it between your lips and tugged on it.

"Holy shit," he groaned, his cock twitching inside of you.

You let go of his chain to ask: "Getting close? What do you need, baby?"

"Talk me through it, please," he begged. And you moved to caress the nape of his neck comfortingly.

"You're making me feel so good, Carm. I have thought about this, fingered myself thinking of you like this," he whimpered and you smiled sympathetically - he needed this. "You feel so perfect inside me, so good. Fuck."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I want to do so many things with you. I want your fingers inside my pussy. I want you to fuck me on the counter and in the bathroom. I want to sit on your face," you kept going, watching his eyes widen as you did.

"Fuck. Shit. Yes," he said, voice high, eyes rolled back, his cock twitched again and you gasped.

"Be good and cum for me, Carm," you caressed the side of his face. "Be a good boy and cum for me."

"Jesus fucking Christ. Fuuuuuck," he groaned loud, a few erratic thrusts making you curl your toes with pleasure. Then he collapsed on top of you. He was heavy and sweaty, breathing hard - completely perfect. You wanted to stay there forever, his cock softening inside you, your hand caressing his hair.

"Fuck, give me a minute - I'm crushing you," he slurred into the skin of your neck.

"Shhh," you soothed. "You're okay."

He exhaled, truly relaxed for the first time since you met him. He kissed your skin, a path down to your shoulder and he finally got up, rolling to his side, face squished against the pillow.

"Fuck. I'm sorry about all this," he said, eyes soft and tired. "I never wanted you to feel obligated-"

"No," you shook your head emphatically and reached for his wrist. "If anything I feel like I kind of forced you to-"

"I didn't want anyone else," he interrupted you.

You leaned to kiss him, tenderly this time.

"Then, you don't have to apologize," you said. "I meant it - about wanting to do all of it even before this."

Carmy smiled sweetly. "Can I thank you then?"

"Yes," you giggled.

He sat up, exhausted as he was, and knelt between your legs. Carefully, he caressed your sensitive pussy. You whined at the feeling.

"Too much?" he asked, his forehead wrinkled with worry.

"Just a little," you probably wouldn't be able to walk upright to the bathroom but you were fine, more than fine. "Don't do anything crazy. We can save that for later," you added shyly.

"Don't worry. I'll be careful," he said.

He leaned in and pressed one single kiss to your pussy, soaked in your release - the gentle feeling made you shiver.

"Thank you," he said, his blue eyes piercing yours.

You reached for his face, caressing his cheek. "You're very welcome, Carmy."

[scratchandfriends]

Such a Tease (+18)

Pairing: Wyll Ravengard x Female Tav

WC: 3700 LMAO I blacked out

Synopsis: You decide to mercilessly tease Wyll after a close, embarrassing encounter and it kind of ruins his life. That is, until Astarion gives him some pointers on how to get back at you.

Warnings: A LOT OF PLOT AND A LOT OF PORN. Dirty talk and tons of it, teasing, unprotected sex (don't do that), creampies (also not that), breeding, fingering, mirror sex, p in v sex, dom-ish Wyll, I'm tired of writing him as a sexless loser but he canonically is a sexless loser and is the reason I love him so... we make due.

*not proofread I'm on edibles*

— — 

“What a wretched place… I can’t believe Astarion actually lived here…” Wyll remarks as the two of you creep further into Cazador’s palace, searching for any clues to find your way to the ritual. 

“Yeah, well, it’s not like he did so willingly.” You roll your eyes as you bumped a dusty end table around, examining it for any signs of a trap or hidden switch. “Not everyone laid their head on designer, silk pillowcases, Ravengard.” 

Wyll scoffed as he tapped on the individual bricks of an exposed stone wall, searching for a loose one. 

“You know damn well I haven’t been back to the city in years. But that’s not my point. I was just saying I hope we can get out of here as soon as possible, it’s sucking the life out of me.” Wyll gently prodded further along the dimly lit dungeon corridor, careful not to trigger any floor traps. 

“I don’t like the aura of doom and gloom either, but it’s important to Astarion so I guess we have to just make quick business of this vampire lord.” You search the seams in the walls for anything out of place. You and Wyll meet at a dead end  after searching your respective sides of the corridor. 

You step to the middle of the corridor and turn back to whence you came. 

“Well we might as well go back and try another passage.” You comment. 

You feel Wyll follow closely behind you. 

“And if we don’t find-“ Wyll begins but is halted by a *click* beneath your feet. 

“Ah!” You scream as the floor beneath you gives way, causing both you and Wyll to fall into a cramped hole deep in the floor. 

“Ooof!”

“Oww!”

It’s pitch black other than the dim orange glow of candle light above your heads. 

You wiggle around, feeling the wooden wall in front of you and Wyll’s padded armor against your back. 

“Shit… Hello!? Gale!? Karlach?!” You cry out once you realize you can’t get your arms high enough to reach the ridge of the trapdoor you had just fallen down. 

Nothing. 

“Hells… some predicament this is…” You hear a low voice from right behind you. Rough hands had instinctively made their way to your abdomen during the fall. Wyll was lodged right behind you in the tiny cavern, hands locked against your stomach. 

“Can’t you cast something to get us out of this?” You gasp exasperatedly. 

“It’s been a long day and I can’t even move my hands… the prospect of magic working down here like this is slim…” Wyll explains. 

“If you hadn’t walked around like you owned the place we wouldn’t be stuck here…” You huff out, annoyed. 

“I’ll have you know I-“ Wyll begins to retort. 

“HELLO? TAV? WYLL?” The distant voice of Gale came from above you. 

“We’re down here!” You call upwards. 

“Hmm… I can’t seem to find a switch to pull the floor back up.. we’re going to have to go back and get Astarion.” Gale comments. 

“And how long is that going to take?!” You cry out, irritated. 

“He’s just at the other end of the castle, soldier, no need to get your undies in a knot!” You hear Karlach say from above you. “We’ll be back in a jiffy, promise!” 

You sigh. 

You hear two sets of footsteps prod quickly away from you. 

Fingertips graze up your armor. It tickles. You flinch.

“Stop that.” You scold. 

“I can’t help it, it’s the only place for my hands to move.” Wyll responds, frustrated. 

“Ok well stop moving them!” You say angrily. 

“I’m trying, my fingers are going numb!” Wyll chirps back. 

You sigh again. 

You stand stoically still. 

“They’ll be back with Astarion soon, and we can get out of this.” You state plainly. 

“Right. Of course.” Wyll says. 

5 minutes go by…

Your hips begin to ache in the tight quarters, so you start to shift yourself onto the balls of your feet in order to change the pressure on your joints. You give your knees a break for minute before shifting back to your toes. 

Did you hear a groan?

“Stop fucking moving…” Wyll softly moans. “Hells..” 

“What the hells.. are you-“ You shift your weight onto your other leg and you feel it. “Oh..”

You felt a new, hard bulge was pressing itself between the cheeks of your butt as you leaned up against the wooden wall before you. 

“Wyll you can’t be serious…” You scoff a bit. 

“You act like I have any control of this…” Wyll hesitates. “… sort of thing…” He says through gritted teeth.

“We could be killed by a vampire lord any second and you’re rock solid right now… You really can’t handle being this close to a woman, Ravengard?” You tease. 

“Of course I can. It just so happens that your ass is exactly where.. well..” 

“Where what? Where you want it?” You smirk and look over your shoulder as far as you can.

“HEY! SOLDIER!” Karlach’s voice explodes down the trap shaft and you both look up instinctively. “FANGS IS HERE TO SAVE YOU!” 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Oh you goody-two-shoes-idiots. This is the least secretive of all the traps here. Of course you’re stuck. If I had half a mind I’d let you rot down here…” Astarion jests. He peers over the two of you with a smug look on his face. 

“Shut up. You get us out of here and we kill Cazador.” You roll your eyes. You lift your arms up in anticipation. “I don’t think you’ll have the advantage without us.” 

“And you have to admit seeing him take an Eldritch Blast to the face would be very satisfying.” Wyll adds. 

— — 

Cazador was dead. Duke Ravengard was alive. You had freed Wyll from his pact. Many celebrations were in order for the group, but you were exhausted. Surviving the explosion from the Iron Throne and saving the poor gnomes had taken a toll on your physicality as well as your mental state. 

The party raged around you on the top floor of the Elf Song Tavern. You consider going to sleep but the open bottles of wine and grain alcohol on the table in the far corner of the suite were beckoning you. You were celebrating and tomorrow is never promised, especially in these interesting times. You saunter over to the liquor and pour yourself a shot of clear alcohol. You silently toast to yourself before throwing back the shot. The liquid burns your throat and you wince, letting out a harsh breath. 

“Whew!” You exclaim, caught off guard by the potency of the liquor. 

“I see our fearless leader is enjoying the spoils of her successes.” A voice comes from behind you and you turn around. 

Wyll is approaching you with an empty wine goblet in hand. 

“Coming back to cop another feel, Blade of Avernus?”  You chide. 

 Wyll blushes and looks to his feet. 

“I- of course not- I-” Wyll struggles to find his words. “It was merely a physiological reaction to adrenaline and stimulation, and I’d prefer if we just-“ He fumbles over himself making excuses as to why being pressed up against you had made him so hard so easily. 

“Oh, no?” You pour yourself another drink. “A shame really…” 

“A s-shame? What is?” Wyll stutters out and finally meets your gaze again. 

You take another shot before taking a step towards him, getting so close that your chests are almost touching. 

“I mean, it’s a shame you weren’t here to get another handful of me.” You say with a smirk and lower your voice to a sultry whisper. “I was really hoping to use those horns as handlebars as I ride your tongue…” 

Wyll’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull. He knew you were crass, but he had never had a woman come onto him so strongly and it was causing his brain to malfunction. 

“I- Tav- You-“ He sputters. 

“Wyll, I wanted to-“ another voice interjects from a few paces away. 

Wyll is snapped out of his trace and his head turns in the direction of his father who was making his way towards the two of you. His bewildered expression was not lost on the duke. 

“Sorry- am I interrupting?” Duke Ravengard asks. 

“No no! I was just heading off to bed.” You wave off the question. “I’m sure you two have a lot to catch up on. Goodnight, gentlemen.” You give a polite nod before trotting to your stateroom and leaving the duo by the bar. 

“She seems like a fine woman.” Wyll’s father comments once you’ve made your exit. 

“Yes- I mean, she’s certainly something.” Wyll is still staring off in the direction of the corner you rounded before you disappeared to your room. 

“Could make a fine duchess some day…” 

“Father, please.” Wyll bemoans. 

“I’m just saying…” 

— — 

It was like you lived inside his head. 

Your playful raunchiness was no longer something he ignored, but something that set his heart (and loins) ablaze. You had put that image in his head against his will and now his thoughts were consumed by the other filthy things you could promise to do to him. It was improper, but he couldn’t help it. Wyll couldn’t stop thinking of how you’d look underneath him, flushed and sweaty as you spilled more raunchy words to him from your sinful lips. 

He still couldn’t tell if you were serious or just fooling with him for the fun of it. He laid awake at night picturing your naked body atop him gleaning pleasure from his flesh… but you were both so different from one another, would he know the first thing about giving you what you desire? Should he act on these urges or stifle them further?

The next night Wyll takes a chance and confides in a companion about his struggles. 

“I don’t know why she’s teasing me like this. How am I supposed to respond? I don’t know the first thing about the art of seduction.” 

“From what it sounds like she doesn’t need to be seduced any further. What was it that she said to you, again?” Astarion muses as he swirls the red wine in his glass. 

“She said she..” Wyll looks around the seating area at the tavern and makes sure no one else was listening. “… wanted to ride my tongue.” He blushes slightly having to repeat Tav’s filthy words. 

Astarion giggles. 

“Gods, Wyll, and you didn’t haul her over your shoulder and carry her off to bed that instant? You showed much more restraint than I would have. Well, now that I think about it, that might be a ride you wouldn’t survive. She’s a spitfire.” Astarion comments. 

“And that’s what’s stopping me!” Wyll groans as he sets his tankard down on the coffee table. “I can’t possibly be able to handle… all of that. Not in the way she wants, surely…” 

“Don’t sell yourself short! You’re basically prince charming!” Astarion grins and takes a big gulp of wine from his glass. “You’re good with words, and it seems like she enjoys a fair bit of dirty talk… just add some spice to your usual flowery language, maybe that’ll work. And if it doesn’t, you’ll still get your cock wet in the process. Sex is like wine, even bad wine is still good.” Astarion says as he drains his cup. 

Wyll sighs and rolls his eyes. 

“I don’t think I can live if I thoroughly embarrass myself intimately with someone I have to spend the foreseeable future with… maybe even longer than that…”

“Longer? Goodness, Wyll, you have a crush!” Astarion lets out another mischievous cackle. 

“I am a grown man, I do not have a crush.” Wyll scoffs. 

“Well, if you’re such a grown man, go up to her room and handle your business. I’m tired of hearing you complain that a beautiful woman wants to cum violently on your face. My sympathy for you is waning. Get up there and give her a taste of her own medicine.” Astarion states firmly, growing bored of Wyll’s moping.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” Wyll chugs his drink to gain bit of liquid courage and slams the empty cup down on the table. “I might… need some pointers first…” He says sheepishly. 

“You’ve certainly come to the right place.” Astarion says with a devilish grin. “Pass me the wine… and take notes.” 

— — 

You stood in front of the large mirror in the corner of your rented room brushing the tangles out of your long hair. The short blue nightgown you wore dusted the tops of your thighs and dipped low between your ample breasts. 

*knock knock*

“I’m tired, Astarion. Can’t you find an unassuming barn animal tonight?” You call out, still facing the mirror and combing your hair. 

You hear the door open and shut. The lock clicks. You see a figure appear behind you in the mirror, but it’s not who you expected. The horned man locks eyes with you through the mirror, still a comfortable distance away. His brows are furrowed as he rakes his eyes over your exposed legs and cleavage. 

“Oh if it isn’t my sweet, newly-free warlock.” You smile. “You look troubled. I saw Mizora skulking around downstairs, still. Is she bothering you?” You finish preening and toss the comb onto the wooden nightstand. 

“No.” Wyll seems serious as he approaches you from behind. “It would seem a different temptress has been plaguing me as of late…” 

“And whoever could that be?” You giggle playfully. 

Wyll comes close enough to you that his chest grazes against your back. 

“Hmm… I think you might have an idea.” He murmurs into your neck, lips not touching your skin, but close enough you feel his hot breath on your sensitive flesh. A tingle runs down your spine. “It’s someone who has been incessantly hells bent on torturing me for days now…” His head cranes upwards to meet your eyes in the mirror. “Sound like someone you might know?” His eyebrows raise in question. 

“I can’t say I’ve heard of anyone matching that description-“ You smirk but you’re startled by hands suddenly grasping your hips. “Oh!” 

With your bodies pressed together now, Wyll gently nuzzles his nose into the shell of your ear and draws circles on your skin through your night dress with his thumbs, bunching up the fabric in the process. 

“Oh, no? You haven’t?” He chides. “That’s a shame, then…” He says in a mocking tone, voice both sweet and arousing in your ear. You feel you feel your lower lips begin to dampen and you let out a shaky breath. 

“And why’s that?” You manage to get out, still trying to maintain your confident facade. 

Wyll snickers a bit. 

“Well, if I were to find the person who has been doing this… well I’d like to have some words with them…” He says slowly as his fingertips dust the tops of your exposed thighs, causing your skin to prickle with excitement. 

“And what might those words be? Out of curiosity?” You ask, watching the way the candles illuminate his strong arms wrapped around your body, his skin flushing a deep brown-burgundy in this light. 

“I’d tell her…” Wyll’s eyes flit up to the mirror to meet yours again, nose still pressed at your ear. “That I was going to give her exactly what she wanted.” Wyll pulls on your hips and grinds his throbbing erection into your backside through his pants. It felt quite as large as it did when you had felt it before, just like this. “I’d tell her that I would bend her in half and bury my cock in her cunt so deep, that she’d feel me in her chest.” Wyll punctuates last word with his right hand slipping between your thighs and cupping your sex.

You feel your hole clench involuntarily, pushing out a gush of slick onto Wyll’s fingertips. He slides his first two fingers up through your folds, dragging your wetness up to your clit and started to rub softly. “I’d say how I would make her scream my name until her throat wore dry…” He thrusts two fingers into your twitching hole and you gasp. He curls them immediately to begin pulling and tapping on that sweet spot inside of you. 

“Wyll!” You say breathlessly.

“Yes, yes just like that. I’d also tell her that I was going to fill her up so well, that’d she’d feel me  dripping out of her for days.” 

You find yourself being on the edge of climax embarrassingly quickly. Wyll’s foul mouth and nimble hands were quickly hurtling you towards the peak of your pleasure. Your knees buckle as your cunt clenches down on his fingers. You moan lewdly and grip his forearm. 

“Look at yourself.” Wyll’s left hand cradles the back of your head and tilts it upwards from where it was resting against his shoulder. “A wet, little mess creaming my fingers…” Wyll clicks his tongue. “Not much to say now, dear?” 

You had to admit, it was quite the sight. Your body leaning fully into Wyll’s larger one, cunt on full display in front of the mirror as Wyll punished it with his fingers. Your brows were scrunched together in pure pleasure, you were so close to the edge you could barely be embarrassed at the wet squelching sounds emanating from your lower half. 

“I-I-I’m going to- Wyll, gods!” You pant. 

He keeps the exact same pace of his fingers and grinds his palm into your clit. Your vision blurs as you cry out. Wave after wave of pleasure overtake you as you orgasm onto Wyll’s hand, your release coating his palm. 

“That’s a good girl…” He coos into your ear and your eyes flutter closed, pussy clenching again at his praise. His hand slips from within you and moves to pull your night shirt over your head. After he drops it to the floor, he picks you up and tosses you softly against the pillows on your bed. 

Still in a daze, your chest heaves as you watch him undress. 

“I should have wound you up ages ago.” You say with a lighthearted chuckle. 

“I couldn’t agree more.” Wyll smirks as he climbs onto the bed and slots himself between your legs on his knees. “Now respectfully, love, shut up and keep being good for me.” He rubs his member up and down your slit, collecting your wetness and nudging your clit with each stroke.

You had never seen this side of him before… had your constant teasing finally broken him? 

You were drawn out of your thoughts by the head of Wyll’s cock breaching your soaked entrance. You were wet and open for him, so he met no resistance. You still whined at the sudden stretch, his girth being much larger than just his two fingers. He pressed further, groaning deeply when he was finally sheathed fully inside of you. 

He thrusts gently, getting you used to his intrusion. When you start to keen and arch your back in want, he speeds up his pace. He places his hands under your knees and pushes them back into your chest. He leans over you, hitting you perfectly deep in your favorite spot. You moan loudly, not caring who else in the suite could hear the evidence of your coupling. 

Instead of hammering into you, Wyll ground his hips into yours, base of his sex rubbing against your clit with every moment. He pants heavily above you as he massages his cock into the spot that makes you see stars. He presses his forehead to yours and you cup his face desperately in your hands, gasping and pulling for air in your lungs. 

He presses in further to kiss you. You eagerly respond by slipping your tongue into his mouth, trying to focus on the kiss but the feeling of his throbbing member against your insides caused your movements against his lips to be sloppy. 

“I-I—a-again-“ You gasp out against Wyll’s mouth, unable to form real words due to your proximity to another climax. 

“I know, me too…” Wyll grunts as he humps harder into you, his grip on your thighs now bruising. “Cum with me…” 

“F-fill me, please!” You cry out as you peak, needing to feel him shoot his release deep inside your womb. “Ah!” Tears of pleasure splatter from your rapidly blinking lashes as your cunt spasms harshly around Wyll’s cock. 

“You’re mine…” You hear Wyll growl before a particularly powerful thrust of his hips into yours. You sigh as you feel the twitches of release inside of your walls. Wyll’s groans turn to whines as he finishes spending himself inside of you. He stills for a moment then releases your legs. He pulls out of your still-clenching hole softly before collapsing at your side breathlessly. Cum seeps from your entrance, messing the sheets beneath you. 

“I didn’t think you had it in you.” You jest as you curl yourself into Wyll’s heaving chest. “That was… incredible.” You look up at him with a soft smile. 

“It was, wasn’t it?” He returns the smile and cards his fingers through your hair, pushing back your mussed strands so he could get a better look at you in your post-coital daze. He kisses your lips gently. “Now are you done riling me up like that?” He asks. 

“If it brings out that side of you… I can’t make any promises.” You smirk as you hook your leg over his hip, bringing you even closer together. “Where does a Grand Duke’s son learn to talk like that?” You muse, trailing his chiseled jaw with your pointer finger. 

“From a certain ill-intended vampire.” He admits. 

“Gods, why didn’t I put it together sooner!” You laugh, kissing Wyll’s nose affectionately. “Remind me to thank him later.” 

“I don’t think we need to inflate his ego any further…” Wyll says with a grin. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip. “Now… how would you feel about being a Grand Duchess?”

— — — 

a/n - THIS IS MY WYLL MAGNUM OPUS BYE MOM I LOVE HIM

[coeurify]

ok but what do you think about making a sex tape with ellie 🧍‍♀️

an: this has been reworked over and over since this request came in in march… so enjoy! its very lovey dovey and sm plot sorry :3

warnings: 18+. filming. jackson!ellie. fingering and oral!r receiving. mostly lovey but some teasing and rough language :3 ellie is obsessed and lovesick and so is reader soooo they make a sex tape. unedited gimme time.

When Ellie first brought up the idea, you had recoiled into her old beat up couch, scoffing as she waved the old camcorder around, a shiteating grin on her face.

“I doubt that thing even works El,” you shrugged your shoulders under the blanket you had stolen off her bed. It wasn't unusual for you to hole up in her small homey garage while she was on patrol.. but what *was* odd was her little.. Souvenir from this particular trip.

“C’mon babe,” Ellie pouted, “Let me try on you..” she wiggled the little camcorder, slipping her hand into the attached grip, flipping open the small screen. Despite your complaints that there was no way it worked, Ellie just could never be wrong. Of course she knew you would fight back, and so she had made sure she fished some batteries too. Of course they came from Maria, the cost three days of stable duty.. But it was worth it for the immune woman, who ducked her nose down and watched the screen flicker to a slow start.

The quality was no better than that of what you could expect from a decades old camera, the film grainy and muffled, each corner covered by symbols Ellie didn’t really understand. But it was no roadblock in the trek of her wants. She smiled when your hands immediately came to slap over your face, voice serious behind your palms as you spoke, “put that down.”

Eventually however, you got a little used to Ellie’s newest fixation. The little hums she made were always a dead give away that she was filming you. During a video game tournament against Dina and Jesse, squished so closely to the two on the floor of the garage that you literally bruised the taller man during a particularly aggressive round of a fighting game. When you were trying your best to compete against your girlfriend’s art skills, tongue poking out the corner of your lips as you worked on a very detailed stick figure that dawned pointed down eyebrows, a large frown and red pencil hair. Even just when you were organizing Ellie’s closet for her, sorting through the tens of sweatshirts with a judging pout on your lips at the mess.

Each time you heard the distinctive sound of El’s attempt at holding back laughs, a small little choked up ‘hmm’ sound. You usually turned your head, quick to flip off your girlfriend-turned-filmmaker. But by the fifth time of catching her smiling behind the little object, you just let her. Whenever you could see her a little less tense, you took it.

Even if that meant starring in all of her little five second shitty clips. Her excuse always, “Just something to look at when I miss you.”

In some ways it made you feel weak legged, slightly lovesick by the thought of Ellie loving you so dearly she just had to steal little memories of you. Every small grin that broke onto freckled cheeks wherever she filmed coaxed you into the haze built up by her new hobby. You became so covered in adoration soon that you resorted to tiny only half mad eye roll when the click of the camera sounded.

Small clips turned into Ellie’s free hand wrapping around your bare waist as you looked in the mirror of her bathroom, the camcorder pressed near your cheek, the auburnette on the other side. You wiped the condensation from the glass, the room still slightly foggy from your shower. “You are not filming me out of the shower,” you huffed. Ellie didn’t answer, the familiar sounding hum stopped only when she pressed a kiss to the base of your neck, lips pulling up into a smile against the skin. “Won’t point too low..” she promised. “You just look so pretty..”

That time, the camera had been closed and discarded on a random bedside table as the two of you stumbled across her floor, giggling as Ellie cursed, stubbing her toe on the corner of the bed she tried to press you down into.

It continued like that, the limits of what you allowed Ellie to film seemed to blur further with every day.. Every curl of her fingers around the object that had become so central to this small haven of her home. Your own neck hot for reasons very different from embarrassment each time the filming light blinked a little too long. The line that you and Ellie had drawn in the sand of your mind was looking a lot less precise with every new memory saved into the device.

Even further along into the passing weeks, you had settled comfortably into yet another night spent at Ellie’s. Your own bedroom had remained untouched for nearly a week this time, bed spread likely just as cold as the air outside. But the garage was warm. The air inside thick as you pressed two fingers against your lips to keep a laugh from spilling out. Glasses of half empty wine, stolen from Tommy and Maria’s cupboard, balanced on the table that sat directly in front of the couch you were cuddled into.

The feeling of wine drunkenness always made you giggly, but your girlfriend parading around her small living space with her camcorder, well, that made you even more prone to bursts of laughs. She had gone from filming and rambling on about what wine you were drinking to zooming into your face, chuckling with breath that smelt like red wine. “See how pretty?” Ellie gaped to no one, stepping closer to you on the couch. The whole garage was painted a light orange from the setting sun outside, but it didn’t stop Ellie.

“El, you’re being a dork,” you chide, shaking your head as more compliments spilt from her. She shoos off the bitten remark with a sound that boarders on a coo, leaning over you as the lens of the camcorder sat close enough to pick up the smaller details of your face the grainy film usually could not.

“I’m just showin’ how perfect you are..” Ellie explains, a softer tone edging into her lungs as she presses her thumb to your cheek, drawing a new heat under the digit. “Perfect cheeks…” her finger traces over your jawline next, and then your chin. Each new landmark of your face that Ellie doted on swept closer and closer to your soft lips. You were no idiot, you saw how the green of her eyes fell to the fat, watched as you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth and then out again. You made no move to stop what came next.

That next move was your girlfriend’s finger following like a moth to a flame to the one spot that teetered on that blurry line again, thumb pressing softly around the curve of your lips.

“Perfect lips,” Ellie continued, eyes flicking back and forth from the camera screen to you. Soon the pad of her finger is right against your bottom lip, and the room seems to slow.

The both of you hold bated breaths as you mull over your options. But this mulling is no longer than a few seconds, feeling overwriting the more logical side of your brain with a gushy type of tightness in your chest.

Your lips part, eyes meeting the lense as you suck the tip of Ellie’s thumb into your mouth. Lips wrap around the soft skin, salty and cold, and Ellie has little to say other than a slow and breathy, “Fuck..”

Your tongue peaks out just for a moment, lavishing over the wet skin, but Ellie is quick to pull away, leaving your shining lips parted in confusion. The camera falls to her side as her free fingers wrap around your wrist. Just like last time, the little red light twists away from your face. Ellie’s toes step backwards from that oh so mysterious line you two made.

“You know what you do to me, hm?” Ellie questioned as she hauled you up by your arm, a sharp giggle following as she stomped to the bed. The camera is discarded on the table near her pillows as you are thrown back on it.

“No,” you tease, your next giggle cut off by a thump noise that was Ellie pushing you back against grey sheets, you make a sound that almost sounds like “oof” as you try to readjust. Ellie clambers on top of your squirming frame as another sputtered laugh escapes at the messy, and not very seductive, way you two found contact against the creaking mattress.

“Tell me,” you prompt, meeting Ellie’s narrowed green eyes. “Why should I? You’re laughin’ at me.”

Your eyes roll as Ellie’s lips fall into a pout that you want to kiss clean off. “Stop being a baby,” you mutter before letting your impulse win, your hands cupping the freckles cheeks of your girlfriend and pulling her down for a soft kiss. Her pouted lips quickly shape to your own, and you sigh in approval as the hand not holding herself up traces down to your waist.

“I’m not a baby,” your girlfriend complains when your lips part from each other, and you nearly pinch her cheeks from just how lovely you find the whiny drawl in her voice, instead you just shrug, biting back another half bubbled up laugh, “mhm, prove it.”

Ellie does just that. One tug on your hips has you flatter against the bed, one poke at your side has a squeal leaving your mouth. You see how Ellie’s lips quirk up, but before you can admire the sight, she kisses you again.

“So,” Ellie punctuates the word with a kiss, the sort that makes a loud and annoying smacking noise, before trailing her lips to your cheek. “Fuckin” Ellie’s lips find home on your jawline next, and act that has a simmering heat grow between your legs. “Perfect.” Ellie finishes the repeat of what her fingers had done earlier by nudging your head back, lips pressing softer kisses to the flesh of your neck.

Your eyes flicked to the side table, pupils finding the little camcorder as the auburn haired girl bit at your neck, your attention pulled away as your eyes flutter closed at the feeling. “El,” you breathe out, a hand finding her messy hair, nails scraping at her scalp as she bit harsher at the column of your throat. You aren’t sure why her name had been your first thought to say after seeing the camcorder, swallowing as your fingers itched to reach toward the side table.

“Hm? Tell me,” Ellie taunts, words muffled as her next target becomes your collarbone. Your own words biting at you again as your eyebrows furrowed together, watching as your girlfriend’s fingertips find the edge of your shirt, pushing it up as your hand falls from her hair to help take it off.

You pull her back for another kiss before you can even think to answer her question, one you weren’t even sure you could explain. Ellie’s needy fingers come into contact with the fat of your tits, tweaking at the perked nipples, nails pressing in just a little too hard, earning a mewl directly against the spit slick kiss. As Ellie kissed you, you tried your best to focus on the feeling, and not how you were acutely aware of the camera beside you.

Her tongue swiped at your bottom lip, warm against your parting lips as she searched to deepen the kiss, messy sounds of half breaths and kissing all sounded through the small area, your hips rolling up as her knee slotted itself between your trembling thighs.

You can’t help but wonder what this may look like on camera, and as Ellie pulls back, you notice the green of her eyes had dimmed, pupils blown as the pretty eyelashes fanned lightly. The freckles splattered over the apples of her cheeks were particularly prominent tonight, and you suspected it had something to do with the blood that rushed there, rosy and all around causing that same lovesick feeling to creep up your weakened bones.

You wonder if she would look as pretty on that grainy screen too.

Before your mind can even form another thought, Ellie is pulling away from your lips, a small whine the response she received. You can’t complain for long as she moves down, wet lips trailing sloppy kisses to your soft stomach, planting the ember of a growing fire in your groin, causing your hand to flex. Your eyes are pulled by an invisible string to the side of you again, the black material of the camcorder your gaze’s target. Ellie grumbles in response, and a small pinch on your hip has you yelping.

“What’re you looking at? Look at me.”

“Ellie,” you try again, lip quivering nervously as she ushers you to lift your hips, tugging off the bottoms you wore. “Fuckkkk,” she drawls, lost in her own little world as a large hand presses your thighs open. “You see that?” she marvels, a finger pressing against the wet spot on your panties. When she presses, you can feel the fabric stick to you, nearing translucent as she teases, your lips hugging the now soaked panties. It has your hips stirring in their spot, the flame in your stomach burning your liquid feeling stomach. “Ellie,” you sigh again.

Finally her gaze looks up, “Yea?” she asks, her voice softening. You can see the flash of confusion, her hand falling from your thigh as she searched for any apprehension. “You ok?”

“I can’t—“ your voice comes out whinier than you would like to admit, harsh against your ears with a feeling of embarrassment. “Can’t say it,” you finish, eyes moving to the camera sitting on the small wooden table beside you for the umpteenth time.

Ellie follows your eyes, and when you look back to her, there’s a flash of surprise in the shade of green you loved so much. It was replaced quickly, her eyelids drooping as her chin tilted up. “Hm. Don’t know what you mean,” she shrugs, fingers going back to teasing your panty line.

Her tone is laced with sarcasm, the teasing tilt to it is a voice you had heard many times before, many times in this exact position. Ellie liked to make you say things, liked to watch you squirm. You were convinced at this point she got off on your embarrassment, and she probably wouldn’t even deny that.

“Gonna have to spell it out for me, babe,” Ellie added, dipping down to place soft kisses at your hip-bone, pink muscle licking over a mark there.

A low and annoyed sound escapes your throat, and your girlfriend chuckles against your flesh, one finger curling around the fabric of your panties, tugging it down a little ungracefully, your shaking thighs to thank for that.

“Barely even touched you yet and you’re shakin,” Ellie teases again, whispering softly, “Such a pretty pussy..” as the sight of your weepy folds meet her eyes. “This all for me, baby? Or somethin’ else on your mind?”

Your eyes squeeze shut again, hoping to rid your mind of the film reel like thoughts of the camera pressed in Ellie’s hand as she did this. They played over and over behind the black of your eyes, and another frustrated sound fills the garage.

“Not gonna answer?” Ellie was quieter now, repositioning herself, parting your thighs even more. A finger ghosted over your dripping cunt, a hum following the action. “Can’t make you feel better if you don’t use your words, y’know?”

The warm air hit your folds as Ellie exposed you more, thighs burning from the stretch, from the tight grip of one of her hands, fingers digging into and squeezing the fatty flesh.

The blanket beneath your bare ass is no comfort as you move around, and Ellie’s nose bumps against the softness of your thigh. So close, so fucking close to giving exactly what you were searching for, so close to your aching center that your resolve cracks lightly, head tilted back and against the pillow.

“The camera,” you croak, your mouth dry as your lips part, refusing to look at the other girl.

“What about the camera? Look at me and tell me what you want.”

The crease between your eyebrows likely was gaining small droplets of sweat just from how hard you were attempting to avoid this entire fucking conversation, but Ellie kept pressing you further, and who were you to deny her?

“Wanna film this,” you eventually admit, head dipping down to meet her darkened eyes.

“Yea baby? Wanna see what a mess I can make you?” Ellie’s words start to blur together, the idea surely muddling any coherent thoughts together in her mind, licking her lips as she awaits your response.

“Fuck— mmph, yes El. Please.*”

Ellie’s lips curl into a smile that’s more wicked than loving, “Red button starts it, you can hold it.” She instructed, and you scramble to reach your arm out, grasping at the little hand strap connected to the camcorder.

“There you go babe,” she nods, “give it a go, let me see what you’ve got.”

Your fingers are shaking so badly it takes a moment for your thumb to hit the button, to see the soft little red light noting the start of the film.

The grainy screen doesn’t pick up on all the freckles adorning Ellie’s face. The ones that made you feel all gooey, that you wanted to kiss until her face was a pretty shade of red. But it did capture her parted lips, the expanse of your thighs, and your shaky grip tilted the camera down as Ellie’s head dipped between your thighs.

Her mouth latched to your achy cunt, tongue licking up the drops of arousal that covered your slit, pearling on the petal like lips that she spreads with her fingers.

Your arms almost immediately gave out.

Clearly, you were not as skilled in the art of film making as Ellie had been, the camera dropping almost completely to your tummy as Ellie sucked at your cunt. Her eyes flicked up, and she unlatched from the saccharine slick that pooled on her tongue.

“You keep that camera steady,” she muttered, thumb rubbing tiny, tight circles on your throbbing clit. “Or I stop, yea?”

You nod quickly, hips grinding into the slow and steady motion of her thumb, wet with your sticky . You would have agreed to anything she demanded of you right now anyway. Too needy, too desperate to feel her lips on you again.

“ ‘M counting on you to make a pretty movie for me.”

The sentence tapers off as she disappears to the space between your thighs again, and you nearly and truly sob as her nose bumps your clit, her tongue poking experimentally against your hole, feeling as it clenches against nothing.

You know your whimpers and quick little puffs of air are being picked up by the camera, but you’re too focused on keeping the lense directly focused on the auburn tendrils of hair, on where her face was covered by your thighs caging her cheeks in, keeping her in the place she most needed to be, drinking down every single single drop you gave her.

“Ellie,” you whine, toes curling when she presses away from your clit, two long fingers coming to part your folds, admiring the sticky sight.

“Shhh,” Ellie coos, eyes glancing up at the camera again, the burning sight of her fern colored gaze through the tiny screen has your stomach clenching even harsher, hands trembling lightly.

The air on your exposed center lasts no longer than a few seconds, Ellie’s head dipping down as the warm, wet feeling of a glob of her spit trails down your clit, finding your pulsing hole. Her tongue swipes it quickly after, suckling gently at the shiny bubbles. The sound that follows, the loud wet squelch of your wetness mixing with her spit is enough to make you want to cover the speaker of the camcorder, fingers gripping tightly at the little contraption. She focuses on licking at your sopping cunt, her head moving slightly, moaning against your folds.

“Oh—nnh—El!” you cry, your chin trembling in tandem with the hand you try desperately to keep still. Your hips rut up, and Ellie’s face moves up with you, an arm detaching from its place on your squishy thigh to instead wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. Impossibly closer.

You can feel yourself closer, closer to that delicious peak, Ellie’s nose bumping your clit, tongue working mind numbing ministrations on you.

Then she pulls back.

“Fuckin made for me,” Ellie groans, taking a deep breath as she unlatched from your pussy, her fingers sweeping through your puffy lips. “Was fuckin’ made to let me taste you.” Her eyes flick to the camera, her tone louder than usual— a little less breathy. She wanted the microphone to hear.

You cry pathetically at the loss of her tongue, lip quivering.

“Tell me,” she demands, voice overpowering the slick noises of her now shiny fingers rubbing between your folds, the tips pausing at your pulsing hole, dipping only a little in, teasing. “Tell me this pretty pussy was made for me.”

And then Ellie is reaching forward, letting go of her grip on your hips to grab harshly at the camera, maneuvering it to show your trembling body, her fingers pressing open your lips, giving the camera a pretty close up of your soaked cunt. She croons at the sight, her fingers pressing together to land a short and sharp slap against the swollen lips. “S’pretty.”

“Ellie,” you choke, chest heaving up and down as the embarrassment creeps up, making that coil in your tummy even tighter.

“Tell me,” she says again, smoothly.

Desperate to have her fingers opening you up, to have her filling you and breaking that tightly wrapped tension in your groin, you break.

“I’m yours el. ‘m all yours, was made for you,” your voice is restrained, quiet as you chew at your lips, stirring in your spot as she continues the teasing.

“What else? Tell me more, baby,” she insists, one long finger sinking into you, hissing at the feeling of your cunt molding to her, perfect for her as you clench.

“A—ah!” your voice is a sweet little cry. You grind down into the feeling, searching for more. “It’s yours El,” you babble— louder now, head thrown back. Ellie captured the moment with a quick tilt up of the camera. “M-my pussy s’all yours.”

“Fuck,” Ellie breathes, her own, usually steady camera hand, wavering as you speak. She grants you with another finger as she thrusts harshly into you, a shriek pulled from your open mouth.

“So—s-so fucking perfect,” she grunts, curling her fingers gently, hitting that squishy spot in your walls that has you keening, eyes rolling back. “Love this pussy so much, shit—shit, love you so much.”

“Love you too El,” you blubber, your chin tilting down to stare directly at the camera for a second. That awkwardness, the fear from the early days of when she’d film you completely gone as you moan pathetically, eyes shiny with complete and utter adoration.

She only pistons her fingers into you harder, faster, relishing in how you moan, how your toes curl and your chin wobbles. You’re the prettiest fucking thing she’s ever seen.

The camera points down to where she’s thrusting into you, watching through the screen as you meet her thrusts, your hips moving against the grey sheets, your thighs squeezing her hand in between them as you sob out.

Ellie meets your eyes, stealing your attention from the camera she keeps focused on your squirming frame, pounding her fingers into your cunt. “Cum for me, you can do it baby, go on. Give me a pretty show.”

And you do. Your sweaty back lifts off the bed with a sharp sob as the cord in your tummy snaps, gushing around Ellie’s fingers, pulsing around her as she thrusts shallowly, riding you through it.

Your vision goes black for a second as you heave, hands shaking as you reach out for Ellie, fingers looking to curl around her warm skin.

You don’t even notice the off click of the camera, of how she lets it softly drop to the side as she climbs up your shaky form, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

“So pretty,” Ellie hums, “Prettiest movie star ever,” she mumbled, and you pour your lips— getting another soft kiss as she continues to plant tiny loving pecks around your face.

“Never should’ve let you keep that camera,” you whisper gently, smiling right when she does against the corner of your mouth that she pecks at.

“Yea fuckin’ right, we just made the movie of the year babe.”

[mockingkatniss]

NEED A RIDE? - drug dealer!Coriolanus Snow

18+ | nswf | mdni

warnings and tags: swearing, mention of drug dealing, smut, sloppy making out, multiple orgasms, blowjob, mention of gagging, body fluids, use of words like “wh0re” or “slu7”, specific body descriptions. BUZZCUT CORYO (little bit of a jump-scare for some of y’all) MODERN!AU, p in v sex, reader is just soft but not innocent, intese sex, porn without plot. (If I missed anything lmk).

(not proof read because I was tired, I will fix eventual errors <3)

summary: one particularly hot summer evening coryo sees you riding your bike while he’s driving he’s car around mindlessly and he ask you if you need a ride.

words count: 3.109k

Wanted to thank so so much @swiftiekisses because the drug dealer!coryo au it’s hers but she inspired me a lot and I also love so much her writing that I wanted to contribute with this fic! Also a big thanks to @euphemiaamillais because I’m literally addicted to what she writes and for inspirations for the drug dealer! au too! <3

enjoy and support me with a comment or a tiny heart! 💗🎀

coriolanus was driving by the quiet and deserted road of his god forsaken forgotten little town.

he hoped almost every morning to just wake up and found his rotten little city was torn down by some natural catastrophe.

he thought that dreams or ambitions couldn’t come true here. since his family lost everything due to his father's poor life choices, he was now stuck with poverty at 18 years and a cousin and grandmother to look after. more correctly just grandmother, since tigris left for college just the year prior.

to round some money he worked at the gas station, a literal hell hole in summer and plus coryo was sure he left part of his soul here, and sold some drugs to younger kids or kids his age at school or at parties but most of the times they directly came to the gas station.

if a drug had a name it was mostly probable that coryo had it to sell

that summer was cruel, sweat sticking to clothes and the asphalt so hot it could melt shoe soles, so cruel that coryo decided just two days ago to buzz his beautiful platinum curls off. the super short hair gave him a totally new appearance, he noticed that at the last party he went to sell, that mostly girls bought from him, stucking dollar bills inside his front jeans pocket and sometimes begging for a kiss or some good old make out. he accomplished and accepted that he was just extremely hot.

his car moaned underneath him as he drove, that old piece of garbage was still going on but coryo feared that someday he would be left walking.

it was 7:35 pm, his shift at the gas station over since sejanus plinth took his place for the night shift. sejanus was a nice kid, he was rich but decided to take another path just having shitty jobs during the summer like most teens even though for him it wasn't necessary having one. he didn’t sell drugs but he covered coryo so many times at school or at work so he was ok.

coryo had a small joint hanging from his lips as he drove, just one hand on the steering wheel and both the car’s windows opened since his ac was (obviously) broken, but even the air was heavy and warm that night.

miraculously the bluetooth radio was still working so he was listening to some trap rap music on his cracked up phone, the screen broken from everytime he made it fall while running away from cops or simply on the floor on a daily basis. as the music went on he thought about how the suggestion to listen to that genre of music came from clemensia e arachne at school, but it was nice for once not only listening to metal or punk rock.

while he took another hit from his joint something caught his eye on the road. it was a bike, someone was riding it and he probably knew who it could be.

the bike was faded pink with old stickers on it and you were riding it tiredly, legs sore and sweat sticking to your skin.

your tiny tight skirt was riding up a little showing some more of your thighs and coryo swore to god that he saw a glimpse of your pink panties.

sometimes you bought from him some weed and nothing more. you were a literal sunshine and at school you talked to everyone, being friendly and helpful. coryo still remembers how you helped him with physics the first year of highschool. you both were still young but nature obviously blessed you donating you such a sexy body.

he instantly felt his cock gently twitch into his jeans and he made the smoke from the joint exiting his nostrils in annoyance. don’t you get coryo wrong, he had sex and sure plenty of it but since the hot sticky summer he wasn’t feeling like it to just screw some girl even though he just needed to say the words. it was peculiar how his cock woke up just by seeing you.

he drove nearby you slowly to keep up with your velocity and you looked over to acknowledge the presence of a car and as you recognized the driver you smiled throughout puffed breaths from hotness and the riding.

coryo made a small smirk while pulling the joint away from his lips to talk. “hey bunny, need a ride?”. you slowly stopped your bike, tippy toes of your pink vans scratching on the asphalt. coryo stopped the car too and since the streets were dead he just got off his vehicle to look at you while positioning the almost finished joint on the car roof.

you panted lightly as you talked as you examined his presence. “it would be so nice coryo, I think I’m about to faint because of the heat”. he nodded understandingly with his head to the car behind him. “get on, I’ll get the bike” coryo thought he was going crazy when you got off the bike seat revealing more of your thighs. you collected your backpack and lifted yourself up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, strawberry lip gloss scent evident on his skin too now. “thank you coryo you’re my savior” you said before going to the opposite back of the car.

once the bike was fixed in the back he turned the car back on, securing his joint back around his lips once again while grabbing his lighter inside his jeans front pocket.

“where am I taking you?” he asked while lighting the joint to take a long drag before passing it to you. “I’m going to my dads house, it’s near the football field, 32nd house” you explained as coryo nodded knowing where it was since he spent much more time driving around in his free time than anything else. you also accepted the joint starting to smoke with relaxed muscles.

coryo looked over at you while driving, there was a peaceful silence. his elbow leaned outside the car’s window as his slim fingers tapped the steering wheel gently while driving. you noticed his rings decorating his fingers and his new buzz cut hair made his features even more sharp. you took three puffs from the joint handing him it back while caressing your naked thighs trying to pull down the miniskirt.

coryo savored till the last minute your lucid lips around the filter that he made, somehow the sweat made your skin warm and inviting, the blonde felt his cock twitch again and he fixed himself on the seat while trusting with his hips forward. he coughed a bit taking the last puff while tossing the dead joint outside the car. “how's it going in general?” you asked softly feeling already your head light but not too much, it was pleasant. “mh it’s ok, it’s too hot to work or to do anything else, I just want winter back” coryo explained briefly, voice slightly rough from smoking. you chuckled while leaning over to him to pinch his cheek softly. “awww snow wants his snow back doesn’t he?” coryo smiled while looking over to her, instinctively he turned over his face to scratch your fingers with his teeth playfully as you kept messing with him. “by the way, you look good today, bunny, but riding that bike with just this tiny skirt? a little bit dangerous don’t you think?” he asked while gripping the steering wheel with both hands. “how is it dangerous? riding my bike won’t stop me” you felt like wanting to touch him so much, so you placed your hand on his thigh. coryo was one of the hottest boys at school and his reputation made him even hotter and you were a total slut for bad boys.

at your gesture he stiffened a bit looking down at you delicately manicured hand and you kept caressing him going higher and higher but stopping just before his crotch. “can’t keep your hands to yourself now?” he tried to be ironic but just your presence had made him incredibly hard and it was difficult to not stop the car and fuck you in the back seats, your pretty head pressed into the plush of the seats. “maybe I don’t want to keep them to myself” you shrugged while pulling away your hand as he stopped the car in front of your dads house.

he exited the car while trying to hide his hard on while pulling his jeans around to crotch to fix the situation but nothing was effective. coryo pulled your bike outside the back of his car and you thanked him again while kissing his cheek but making the kiss longer. he sighed with a smirk while placing his big warm hand on your hips. you caressed his chest while looking up at him, a small pout on your lips. “you’re busy?” you asked, your long lashes batting at him inviting. “mmh no bunny, i’ll probably just go home, smoke again and collapse on my bed” his thumbs caressed your exposed skin just a little bit above your skirt. “why don’t you come inside? my dads busy he won’t be home till tomorrow noon” you swayed your hips a bit with pleading eyes. “fuck bunny you’re truly tempting but-“ you interrupted him while taking his hand, pulling him towards the house. coryo gave in, closing the car with his keys by distance and following you inside. you were making him feral with your temptations and soft eyes.

thank god the house had an ac so it was cooler inside. you tossed your shoes away together with your backpack and went to the kitchen to collect some water for you both and coryo looked around noticing how the house was elegant and well kept.

he slipped off his beaten up black combat boots and just sat on the big couch. he almost sunk inside it, noticing it was a water couch and smirked as dirty thoughts filled his head.

“the water couch is amazing isn’t it?” you giggled while handing him a glass of water while bouncing next to him making the couch move in small waves. “yeah pretty comfortable” he said as he leaned the glass to his lips not looking away from you for any second.

you then smiled mischievously while slipping down the couch, your knees sinking in the soft fluffy carpet. you positioned yourself between his legs while going for the zipper of his pants pulling it down with pure eyes. coryo almost choked on his water as he looked at you with pleased eyes and a big smirk on his lips. “what the fuck are you doing bunny?” he breathed out a laugh as you tried to pull down his pants together with his boxers. “I want to suck you off so bad so lift up your butt now” your tone was playful and demanding and he did as you said making you able to pull his jeans and boxers down making his pink cock sprung to life. it leaned against his tummy perfectly. “what did I do to deserve something like this without even asking?” he placed his hands behind his head pushing his hips up so he could sink more into the water couch. “nothing special but you’re fucking hot and I can’t wait anymore,” you paused to spit on his tip gently while pushing some curls behind your ears. “and I just know you’re good at selling as you’re good at fucking” you giggled while finally gripping his base. “I knew you were big, shit” you were already fantasizing about taking him deep and hard inside your cunt. “you knew?” coryo laughed again but his breath was getting ragged slightly.

you just didn’t respond, kitten licking his tip and collecting precum as you looked up at him. he bit his bottom lip harshly to just concentrate not to burst his cum all over your pretty glittery makeup and long lashes.

you kissed his length till the base then licking a long stripe back up till you swallowed half his cock allowing space with your tongue and cheek. you started to suck and lick and the moans he was making were pornographic.

after a while saliva was dripping down your chin mostly when you decided to deepthroat him with a fluid movement making the water couch sway gently. “ah fuck bunny, you’re so fucking good” coryo moaned, lust clouding his blue eyes as he gripped your curls to buck into your throat just two times just to hear you gag shamelessly around his cock.

you smiled through teary lashes and bubbles of saliva and lifted your head to just suck at his tip harshly.

“shit- I’m gonna come bunny” coryo announced as you jerked off the rest of his cock while concentrating on the tip. at his words you pulled away standing up and his angry cock just leaned against his tummy as he bucked into air. “are you completely mad you fucking slut?” he said impulsively, the ruined orgasm hitting something into his mind profoundly.

you just smirked while slipping off your crop top and miniskirt. “what did you just call me coryo?” you asked while undoing your bra and slipping off your soaked pink panties. his mouth was slightly agape at your naked body, eyes obsessed. “I said you’re a whore, a slut” he said slowly and challengingly, lips mimicking each final letter. “oh yeah? let this slut show you how much of a whore she is.” you walked on the couch standing above him both of your feet planted on each side of his legs making the water couch giggle.

he was completely transfixed as you opened your legs leaning one of your knees on the headset of the couch. you grabbed his head from behind pushing his mouth on your dripping core.

coryo thought about cumming just from that, just from the smell of your juices and the taste of it.

it was so intense, his tongue lapping at your folds once in a while stopping to suck on your lips or clit while humming. his big hands gripped your ass squishing the plush meat here to push his face further into you.

you were a complete mess as you scratched his head and moaned shamelessly and loudly, hips bucking as you trusted him keeping you up to not let you fall.

“fuck coryo! fuck I’m coming!” you chanted as you gripped his head, legs quivering as your juices splashed into his face. coryo felt on cloud nine as he gripped your hips to not let you fall as he lapped at your juice like the starving dog he was. dying by suffocation from your pussy seemed the only best thing he could think of at the moment.

you came down from your high slipping down as you sat on his lap, grabbing his neck to kiss him sloppily to taste yourself in his mouth. you sucked his tongue, licked the roof of his mouth and even licked his teeth while he playfully rubbed your clit. “mh! I’m sensitive-“ you lamented while pushing his hand away, your lips glistening with his saliva. “I need you inside now coryo” you gently kissed his jawline and neck while rubbing your pussy onto his still angry cock. “your wish is my demand bunny but you’re not gonna come again sooner or later” as he said so with his low voice he pushed his cock inside of your thigh pussy helping himself with his fingers and you laughed a moan while arching and sitting fully on his hard member. he immediately hit your cervix so good you felt helpless.

it was the most passionate and sloppiest sex of your entire life. you rode him like your entire existence depended on it, you knees sunk into the water couch as you bounced on his cock helped by the gentle waves. his hands were placed right on top of your ribs as your hips were too quick to control anyways. you pushed your head so hard against his that your noses squished together as your forehead and your moans and shouts tangled together. both mouths opened, eyebrows furrowed.

coryo didn’t even remember his name anymore when you clenched hard around him signaling somehow that you were close. “stupid bunny thought she could come yeah?” he murmured around a moan as he gripped hard your ass to stop your intense riding. “what the fuck coryo? don’t stop please, fuck!” you lamented but when he pushed your back into the couch your eyes rolled in the back of your skull. coryo fucked into you helplessly, his orgasm close. your back arched and he massaged your breasts cupping them harshly. “shit fuck! I’m coming” he moaned, eyes fluttering close for a minute. to make you pay he pulled out, cum splashing on your tummy and even on your breasts from the intensity of it and you cried out loud from the loss of his cock inside of you. you even laughed a bit through cries because of where his cum landed but then you gripped his ear angrily. “make me come coryo, make me fucking come” she arched rubbing her pussy against his worked out cock. coryo panted a laugh and gripped your jaw with his hand tightly before leaning over to bit and pull your lower lip. he massaged your clit with all of his hand opened while looking at you. “look at your fucked out face, you’re completely drunk on my cock” he laughed again mischievously just to degrade you. he rubbed your entire pussy quickly, slapping your clit once in a while. “now you’re gonna come and admit that only my cock can make you this fucked up mh?” you nodded, eyes rolling once in a while. “yes, yes coryo, only you, only want your cock” he chuckled again while his hand kept going. “that’s what I wanted to hear bunny” at his last words you came, the orgasm making your entire skeleton tremble in pure bliss. you cried his name with your mouth wide open.

when you calmed down a bit he was just caressing your thighs while admiring your body painted with his cum and you smiled while stretching out a bit. “next time you’re gonna come inside coryo” you said it so naturally with a small smile and a yawn and coryo playfully slapped your sensitive clit with two fingers making you whine a bit. “I'm looking forward to the next time in like, 10 minutes, bunny.”

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Tiny Pieces - C.HS

🎥Starring: Chwe Hansol (Seventeen) x reader 🎥Genre: Angst. Established relationship. 🎥Length: 1k 🎥Warnings: Big mental health theme; reader struggling and being unstable/breaking etc. Open ending. 🎥Plot: “Picture this… You just want to be whole again.”

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A/N- This is inspired by the song “Tiny Pieces” by ONE OK ROCK. It’s the first time I’ve written something inspired by a song but the urge to write something with this song in mind wouldn’t leave until I started to write. I do reccommend listening to the song to get the vibes., but it's not necessary. (also, it's just a great song)

It’s been a week, not even that, but it feels like a lifetime.

The days drag on and the nights are even longer without Hansol by your side.

It was a mistake to leave. It’s always a mistake, but you really had thought it was the right move this time.

He’s never going to let you live this down when you return. If he lets you return, that is. He always has before. But this time, you might’ve pushed too far; might’ve let the pain in your chest overflow and drown him at your side. You won’t blame him if he’d rather swim than sink with you. He should swim as far and fast away from you as he can.

If there’s one thing Hansol deserves, it’s the whole fucking world. You wish you could give it to him. You wish you weren’t so full of holes and cracks that let the weight of the world into the depths of you and drag you down again and again. But you are.

You always do your best to patch yourself up, and you think it works. You can go weeks, months, without an issue. Without noticing the covers of the cracks peeling back and letting your body and mind fill and overflow until you break into tiny pieces.

Hansol has always supported you, has always done his best to remain calm and understanding to your struggles. But even the man with the patience of twenty saints has his limits. He hates seeing you in pain, you know that, so you try to hide it in the hopes of not burdening him. You always think it’s the right move to make.

It never is.

Every time you leave, it’s for the same reason. You overflow and explode in every way; shatter infront of Hansol’s pain-filled eyes and he realises that you’ve hidden away from him again.

It’s one sure fire way to make Hansol lose his grip on himself; not sharing the load with him, not letting him know that you’ve been in pain, not giving him the chance to help you. All he wants is to make you happy, to see you in one healthy piece.

Every time he has to watch you shatter, pieces of him break off and get mixed up with the mess of you. You don’t want him to have to sacrifice parts of himself again to put you back together, just to inevitably repeat the process again further down the line. So, you always leave, despite him begging you to stay and talk to him, let him help you.

Usually, you only make it one day before you return, fall into his arms, and let his love glue you back together again. Though this time, you tried your hardest to keep away, determined to let him live a life without you pulling him down.

Yet, inevitably, your heart aches without him by your side. As much as he glues you back together with the pieces of him holding you together, there are pieces of you tucked up inside him too.

You’ve loved Hansol for so long now that you can’t remember your heart ever beating for a reason other than to chase after him; to settle in his adoring hands and get cradled tenderly to his chest. Your heart can’t beat right without him there to steady your soul.

Before Hansol, you didn’t understand how people can believe in soulmates, the other half to their very existence. But now you know. Without Hansol, there is no you. He’s your very reason for existing; your reason for trying to put yourself back together instead of letting the weight of the world grind you into dust and let you disperse on an icy breeze, never to be settled or warm again.

All you want is to be back with Hansol. To fall into him and let his always so gentle hands glue to back together. All you want is to be complete again. And for that, you need to go home. Back to the one place you belong.

It’s early when you arrive; the sun still hiding and only the chill of the remnants of the night to keep you company as you stare up at the building, try to suck the chill into your lungs and hope you won’t freeze under the weight of your mistake. Of the fear he won’t take you back this time.

At the very least, you know he’s still here, that he hasn’t abandoned the home you’ve been building together. Your friends would’ve told you if he packed up and left; he would’ve left the keys with them, told them to pass the message along if he was too far past loving you that he couldn’t tell you himself.

Before your insides can seize up with the icy fear gripping you, you force your legs to carry you forward.

Into the building.

Up the stairs.

Down the hall.

Warmth starts to trickle into your chest as you stand before the front door, the comfort of home loosening you, despite everything. Despite not knowing what waits for you on the other side. If he is even there. If he’s willing to talk and let you try again.

This time, you’ll listen, you’ll talk; you’ll let him share the load a little at a time until you can bear to burden him so.

This time, you won’t make the same mistake again.

This time, you’ll take a new path instead of getting stuck in the endless cycle you’ve been in. You’ll take Hansol’s hand and let him lead you out of the circles you can never find the end of alone.

You can’t face a life without Hansol by your side. You’ll do everything you need to in order to never feel so incomplete again.

With a deep breath, you open the door and hope with everything in you that he’s waiting to pick the tiny pieces of you one last time.

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This Week in BL - All's Quiet on the BL Front

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

May 2024 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Wandee Godday (Sat YT) ep 3 of 12 - I love how were getting a solid depiction of two queers just genuinely enjoying sex with each other. That’s actually rare in BL. In this case, it manages to also be weirdly adorable and cute.

Dee is such a tease. I guess Y likes a brat? 

LOOK at those bedroom eyes!

Linguistics corner: when these two are being serious, sweet, or flirty with each other they use rao/nai which is kind of old fashioned and charming and not common in BL. They move pretty seamlessly into gu/mueng and back depending on the style of convo, tho. It's FUN to hear them talk.

Let the fake relationship commence!

My Stand-In (Thai Fri iQIYI) ep 4 of 12 eps - I HAVE THOUGHTS. I'm really enjoying the sinister backbone of this show. I hope they have the courage of their convictions in that regard and lean into a kind of sexy evil revenge narrative. It was a pleasure to watch the break up and I do not want a redemption arc for Ming or a romance for us. Fuck 'em, let’s just ride a revenge train, okay Joe baby?

That’s said, I totally sniffled at the ending scene where Ming (for two years!) has been paying penance cooking for two and waiting alone. Excellent pathos. Now, I understand how they're gonna make this a full 12 eps. And I’m excited about it. Carry on!

We Are (Weds iQIYI) ep 7 of 16 - I wasn't a fan of Winny & Satang in My School President but I'm loving them in this. The thing with Q, Toey, and Chain had me hooting with laughter. I think I’m finally just easing into the relaxed absurdity of this show. The key is not to expect anything from it. Just them being tiny gay idiots.

Two Worlds (iQIYI) ep 10 fin - Someday I’d like to really enjoy a MaxNat show, but today was not that day. (I feel like ever since Between Us I’ve been generally disenchanted with established OG pairs and what they’re bringing to the table. Perhaps that’s a discussion for another day. Cherry Magic excepted, of course.) 

OK, so this final episode, they sure tried to fit a lot in. But that made the pacing better for me. So I kinda liked this weird cliff notes resolution to the story.

In conclusion:

MaxNat do a credible job with a messy script about parallel worlds, gangsters, and strange diseases cured by forest fruits. It sounds confusing because it is. The chemistry is excellent the side pair is entirely forgotten about, and one could drive a Tardis through the plot holes. Still, I found it modestly enjoyable if not at all rewatchable. 7/10 

Only Boo! (Sun YouTube) ep 6 of 12 - I do love how bold and brash Moo is. He’s truly a great character, such an utter outgoing sunshine puppy focused on his pursuit of his older boy. I'm charmed by his utter harmlessness. They gave us a sweet coming out scene, and an awesome supportive mom. Frankly GMMTV has a good track record with moms. (With a few noted exceptions, of course.)

That said, I do keep forgetting this is a GMMTV offering. It just doesn't FEEL GMMTV. Just me?

OMG Vampire (Thai Sun ????) ep 1 of 10 - Starts tomorrow, will report on sitch next week. LeeFrank are back - not unlike the undead. But how do we feel about it? Unsure given their track record.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

At 25:00 in Akasaka AKA 25 Ji Akasaka de (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - I like it. I like our sulky 2nd lead. He’s pouty, adorable, brash, and adding some much-needed tension to this narrative. The blurring lines between show within a show is a lot of fun. Probably the best I've seen done in BL so far.

Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - I like that we got backstory, but we also sort of already knew it. So this ep felt a bit like filler. They are wonderful when they’re on screen together but when they aren't it's a bit dull. I hope we just get them together for the next 4 eps. But this is Japan, so I doubt it.

Blossom Campus (Korea Thurs Gaga & iQIYI) ep 1 of 6 - The image resolution on this show (via Iqiyi ) is terrible. Meanwhile, awkward crush. Jock nerd pairing. Dorky. Maybe a bit too much awkward/dorky for me? I'm not sold on this one.

Meanwhile the ordering then not eating or drinking of food continues. Very upsetting.

Boys Be Brave (Korea Viki) eps 5-8fin - This show was just never sure what it wanted to be. Slacker sunshine KiSub moves in with nerd JinWoo, mostly because he knows JinWoo likes him but won't confess and that's never happened to him before. It reminded me of some earlier KBLs like Behind Cut, yes is had bones but not much flesh, so it only just hung together and progressed through not very much plot in a jerking rattling fashion like an animated skeleton. All the story and chemistry was with the side couple and none of the screen time. That just annoyed me. What did this BL want to BE? Who tf knows. I, for one, don’t care, and resolve to think no more on it. 6/10 

Blue Boys (Korea Sat YouTube) - This ended at 4 eps on a cliffhanger. Since this is a very small studio I don’t have a lot of faith in there being a part two. But they have bundled both this BL, and the GL, bingable chunks on YT. So if you want to binge it, it’s there. Just be aware that it ends on a cliffhanger.

My thoughts?

Promising reunion romances full of class and coming out struggles but I grade with what we got, not on expectations, and you know I HATE a cliffhanger. So yeah, it HAD promise but as of now it gets a 4/10 - fatally flawed. I reserve the right to change my mind if they amend for damages.

It's airing but...

You Made My Day (Thai YT) ep 1 of 5 - mini series staring the I Will Knock You couple Tar & Bom, started but I couldn't find it. I also didn't try very hard.

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

A Balloon's Landing (Taiwan movie) trailer - A frustrated Hong Kong writer, Tian Yu, meets a Taipei street gangster, Xiang (Fandy Fan from HIStory2: Crossing the Line), and the two of them embark on a journey to find the Bay of Vanishing Whales. Along the way, they discover unexpected twists and turns and close bonds, which brings out the message that "there is always someone like you in this world who is waiting for you. This released to cinemas in Taiwan, no word on international release.

In case you missed it

A really really thorough and fascinating article on 2 Moons 2 and what happened.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

May Releases

VBL (Taiwan) is releasing 4 'Special Episode' epilogues to their 4 2023 shows every Friday this month on Gagaoolala, Viki & Viu. Not sure on search terms or how to find these. (Or, frankly, if we need them.)

5/10 – You Are Mine

5/17 – VIP Only

5/24 – Stay By My Side

5/31 – Anti Reset

5/25 The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer - HoTae & DongHee are back but unfortunately not in a cinema near me. Side couple from Unintentional Love Story, same actors, same character names. I love them. I NEED TO SEE THIS.

5/28 My Biker 2 (Thai movie YT?) - trailer

5/30 Knock Knock Boys (Thai Thurs WeTV) - I'm hoping I can get it elsewhere since my WeTV account is inactive, but I do love Best and I'm interested in seeing him in a new pairing. That said, I'm not wild about Seng... so I won't be too cut up if I can't get hold of this. More here.

5/31 The Time of Huannan (Taiwan movie) - May not be BL

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I'm a sucker for this king of casual claiming. (Only Boo)

It me! (Wandee Goodday)

(Last week)

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Singing Songs and Being Kidnapped

ectoberhaunt24 day 3- archaeology fandom- dp x dc TW-none summary- Danny is bored and is making it everyone's problem

ao3 masterlist part 2 of APVG

Danny had grown bored and had started tapping his foot. He’d been humming at first but the bag over his head muffled the sound. (He’d been humming the chorus of Staying Alive. (the only part he knew) It was funny. Sue him. Actually, please don’t. He only had two nickels and a mint edition signed Dumpty Humpty record to his name. But you’d have to pry that from his cold, dead (well deader) hands!)

 But wait! He just had to be louder so he could be heard through the bag over his head. So, instead of just humming, he started singing out loud. He had an excellent singing voice no matter what Sam and Tucker and all his classmates and teachers and other Amity Parkers said. He made it through the song’s chorus ten times, trying his best to make the instrumental sounds with his mouth. He started wondering what other songs he could sing when he was so rudely interrupted.

“Will you stop it!” screeched the smelly man currently in the room guarding him.

“I’m booooooored!” Danny complained trying to flop back dramatically, forgetting he was tied to a chair so all that happened was a tiny shuffle.

“I don’t care!” the guard said. “Look,” the guard sounded like he was pleading, “They’re on the phone with Wayne now, which means Batman will probably break in, break my kneecaps and rescue you soon. Please don’t make my life anymore miserable in the meantime!”

Awww, poor guy. He was just trying to do his job. Maybe Danny should be nice. Nah. They’d kidnapped him, now they had to deal with him.

After singing the chorus of Staying Alive approximately more times than he cared to count, Danny started branching out into the choruses of other songs he knew before deciding just to start singing the song that never ends, because it goes on and on my friend. Someone (Danny) started singing it not knowing how it ends (that’s a mystery even the Ancients can’t solve, except for maybe Clockwork) and know Danny’s stuck repeating it forever just because, it’s the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friend someone started singing it not knowing how it ends and now we’re repea–

Batman broke through the wall (leave the poor guy alone, he's allergic to doors) to find a henchman curled up in the fetal position, sobbing, and a kid who Batman could swear was one of his even with the bag still on the boy’s head.

Batman secured the goon, who still hadn’t stopped sobbing, before stepping over the man and removing the bag from the boy’s head. 

Yup, that definitely looked like one of his. He squinted. He didn’t think he adopted anyone recently, but…

“Thanks, Mr. Bat Furry Man. Sir.” said the young boy who immediately stood up, the ropes falling away.

The teasing and being able to escape the ropes, were two more points toward this being one of his kids.

“Hn.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok. Don’t get your spandex in a twist.” he said, rolling his eyes.

This had to be one of his! He even understood the bat-grunts!

“Glad you’re okay.” Batman placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll see you at dinner.” Then he leapt up, creating a hole in the ceiling. He then immediately jumped behind an ac unit, hissing as the light of the sun hit him. 

Curse the sun! Gotham wasn’t supposed to have sunlight! What was this? Some new villainous plot? Where was the smog? The smoke? The darkness!?

Down below, Danny blinked up at the hole in the ceiling, then looked down at the still crying henchman. “Well that was weird.”

Though… If the henchmen thought he was a Wayne kid, and Batman just called him son… did that mean… could Wes possibly be right?! But no, that was ridiculous! Surely, Batman would know his own kids!

Then again, he did remember Sam mentioning that there was a whole boatload of Wayne kids, and Wes had mentioned that the number of Bats pretty much lined up with the number of bats, and that the times of adoption lined up with the reveal of each new bat.

But whatever! Danny didn’t care! He had his own problems to deal with. Batman would just have to have dinner without him!

With a look toward the now unconscious henchman, Danny turned invangible (invisible plus intangible) and flew out so that he could return to the class.

Following his classmates' ecto-signatures, he found his way to a museum where he dropped into the middle of the group letting go of his ghostliness.

“Finally, took you long enough.” Sam muttered.

Danny rolled his eyes. “It’s not like I missed out on anything. I’ve seen most of this stuff on the jobs I do for Clockwork.”

Tucker smirked. “Speaking about your jobs for Clockwork,” Tucker motioned to where their classmates were huddled together in front of a mosaic, “look at what they found.” 

Danny shoved his way to the front, forgoing intangibility just to annoy them. Then he caught sight of what they were looking at and promptly turned green as a green tomato.

“Hey, Danny, why didn’t you tell us you looked so good in a dress?” Paulina snickered.

Danny turned even greener. “It’s a toga!”

His classmates snickered, and Danny flicked his fingers at the floor, covering it in a layer of thin ice. They yelped as they lost their balance and tumbled to the floor. Danny snickered, before darting away when they tried to pull him down too.

While Danny couldn’t wait to go home, being able to have fun with his class one last time before they all went their separate ways for college was really nice.

[crushsblogstories]

Camping Trip - Part 3

WARNING(S)!

None of these are my characters!

I came up with the plot.

Mention of washing up and changing! (NOT s3xually)

Mention of AND kissing!

Suggestive themes?! ('Questionable' speaking of Gilbert & jokes + hinting towards intimate acts + 'sensual?' touching) MDNI

Pronouns! Not specified (Dress is worn)

Long-ish?! Incase you're looking for something short.

Note! George is a name I gave a random background character. His name is only mentioned once but I wanted to clarify.

Potential Inaccuracy! Zippers were in fact used at this time for clothing but there is no specific year (that I could find) where it states they were used for tents. I also referenced a spider found in Canada, but I'm not sure if they are found on Prince Edward Island (Where Avonlea is).

NOT PROOF READ

REQUEST/CREDIT! @isa172736637 asked for more and has received!

||Wordbank:|| Knickers - Shorts || Trousers - Pants || Fawn - Baby Deer || Nert - 1940s term for stupid or crazy person || Dunce - Someone who is 'slow at learning' and/or stupid || Courting - an older form of dating (at the time you could court more than one person and it was moreso 'competative dating' but I used the word for the sake of emersion and in the sense and term of dating) || Bbak - Random sound effect...

PART 1 [] PART 2 [] Current: PART 3

Thank you all so much for reading ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

I will say, I don't really like this.. I worked on it for wayyy too long and even tried restarting but I hope you like it anyways.

The silence of the night is so tranquil and quiet, sometimes with an ominous undertone but tonight was scerene. The soft blowing of the wind, the faint flow of the river, the leaves-

*Rustle Rustle*

Rustling?

I toss a little in my sleep. *Rustle Rustle*

My brows furrow at the increasingly louder noise. *Rustle..*

My brows unfurrow as I get comfortable again, the sound now gone. The quiet of the night seeps in again and-

*Rustle*

'OK! I'm up!' I groan and rub my eyes as I sit up, taking in my surroundings. I'm in my tent, so the noise is coming from outside, right?

I toss my blanket to the side and zip a little hole inbetween my tents curtains too peek through. I look around... Nothing is there, I close the curtain and just as I'm about to lay down,

*Rustle Rustle*

At this point I'm awake and decided to look for the sound again. I peek out - nothing. I wait - nothing. I'm not dumb, I'm not going to leave my tent when theres a weird reoccuring noise outside. So instead, I grab a rock (more like a pebble) that was on the grass outside my tent and throw it towards Gilbert's. The rock flies through his curtains and makes a thunk sound. 'Did he not close his curtains?' I wonder.

Soon, a groggy looking Gilbert pokes his head out of the tent and looks around before spotting me. I point to my ear then point outwards and we both pause for a moment, listening. It's quiet.. Still quiet.. Gilbert looks at me confused before,

*Rustle Rustle*

He looks around, most likely for the source of the sound then looks back to me with an even more confused look. He looks as though he's about to get up and make his way over, and before he does, as well as before I stop him a figure walks, almost leaps partily inbetween us. I look up and see a- a fawn? It has long legs for its tiny body, a pretty brown coat with speckles of white and wide glossy black eyes.

Another deer, seemingly it's mother, waltzes up behind it before continuing to walk through the campsite. The fawn looks around and makes eye-contact with me. 'Do I look away? Would that scare it?' are probably the questions I should be asking but my mind goes blank, seeping in all of the moment, remembering each small detail. Then, the fawn prances up to it's waiting mother and they walk away into the night. Just as my brain finishes processing I look back to Gilbert who looks at me and smiles. I'm not entirely sure if it was a returned one, I couldn't tell if I was smiling or my brain was. Gilbert ducks back into his tent, zipping it behind him, and I do the same.

-In The Morning- I wake up, I hear birds chirping and no chatter so I assume I'm one of the first up. I make my way to the river with a large cup-like container in hand, hoping to not get seen in my nightgown. I grab a scoop of water and head back to my tent. Closing the curtains I grab a cloth from my suitcase and set it beside the container before undressing and begining to wash up. I ring out the cloth, and grab another to dry myself off before changing. (White knickers are underneath)

I brush my hair, style it, and smooth out any wrinkles in my dress before pouring the water from my container out onto the grass putting it, along with my cloths and nightgown in my suitcase. I take a deep breath, savouring the clean air before heading outside my tent seeing Ms.Stacy up and ready for the day. "Good morning Ms." I smile, earning one back. "Good morning, mind stacking some wood closer to the fire pit so I can start breakfast?" Ms.Stacy asks, I nod and head over to the pile of wood that was collected yesterday and begin moving some little my little to the firepit until I think there's enough to keep a fire going. Everyone slowly starts waking up and getting ready just as Ms.Stacy starts breakfast with ingredients she packed. I spot Gilbert leaving his tent from the corner of my eye and walk over. "Good morning." I say a bit too cheerfully for such an early hour. "Good morning, love." Gilbert smiles. 'WOAH. It wasn't just me who heard that right?' I ask the internal me's. 'No, we alllllll heard it.' An internal me squeels. Gilbert morning voice? DAMN. I swear to every single cloud in the sky that if we weren't together now I would get down on one knee and confess right then and there sloley for the chance of hearing that voice everytime I wake up beside him, doesn't matter to me if that means during marriage or after s- "Last night.." Gilbert speaks, he snapped me out of my him-induced trance. Last night? I'm thinking about the nights to come. Get it? To c- "The deer we seen were so cute." Yet again he intercepts my thoughts. "Oh my gosh yes! They scared me at first, that's why I woke you up. All I could hear was random rustling but when I seen them I was at a complete loss for words. I mean, have you ever seen a prettier sight?" Gilbert stares at me after my rant. Did I rant for too long? No, wait. He's smiling at me? Now he's laughing? "I refuse to believe you are this pretty everyday without looking into a mirror. You're the prettiest sight I've ever seen." I can't help but smile like a giddy child. Maybe it was his morning voice or how the sentiment seemed almost poetic - like Romeo and Juliet without the creepy age gap, but I swear I was falling for this guy all over again.

"Breakfast is ready!" Ms.Stacy shouts. I notice a couple of boys dash out of their tents, some still in their sleepwear, to get some food. I grab Gilberts hand and start speed-walking my way over smelling pancakes, sausage, eggs, and bacon on my way over. Breakfast was fairly uneventful aside from Tily and Moody's profuce blushing towards one another, Josie gawking and praising Billy for practically breathing, and the flirtatious glances Tillie and Charlie shared. I wouldn't have noticed the glances if Gilbert hadn't pointed them out by nudging me with his elbow, nodding towards the two, then wiggling his eyebrows causing me to laugh. "Alright, listen up!" Everyones attention turns to Ms.Stacy. "You will be splitting off into groups of four to explore the forest. I will be giving four of you papers with your group members names and the direction you will be traveling on it. You are to be back before lunch, and must stay a reasonable distance from camp, understood?" Nods and reluctent 'yes'' were given. I got a paper, Diana got a paper, Anne got a paper, and George got a paper. 'Uh oh.' I thought. Anne and Dianna got papers, they aren't together. 'Hope they do ok without one another. What if I'm not with Gilbert?'

I look to my paper reading out the first name on my list. "Gilbert?" I call, registering the name only after having spoken it. I turn to him with a smile, greeted with one in return. "Who else are we with?" He asks. I read the second name, "Josie," and look up to beckon her over. Billy was the last person standing alone. 'Great... That means-' "Billy! You're in my group!" Josie just about squeels, grabbing the paper from me and waving it in the air on her tippy-toes as if he wasn't a meter or so away. "So, which way are we heading?" I ask, trying to peek at the paper. "Um.. West." She reads, continuing with a question "Which way is that..?" Billy smirks cockily pointing past me, "That way obviously!" Me and Gilbert share a glance but I speak up first. "The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. It's still rising so east is actually that way." I point in the complete opposite direction and begin walking, everyone catching up and following suit.

We're about two miles away from camp and have two hours or so until lunch. "Ugh, can we take a break? My feet hurt." Josie stops in her tracks. "You've made us stop like fifteen times already." Now it's my turn to complain. Josie rolls her eyes and sits down on a rock. "How about we just sit around here for a bit then head back?" Gilbert rests a comforting hand on my lower back. It's not like there's much to see besides plants, squirrels, and the occassional bird so I sigh and give in, sitting on a large stump. I pat the area beside me for Gilbert to sit and Billy just leans against a tree near Josie, arms crossed. Conversations begin, topics changing here and there. Then,

Josie giggles.

She giggles again,

"Oh, stop." She says flirtatiously, meaning 'keep going', who is she talking to though?

(A/N: NOT HOW IT WORKS IRL. CONSENT IS A MUST IN ANY SITUATION! Even if it's 'obvious' ALWAYS ASK ANYWAY-unless they aren't in their right mind).

Another giggle.

"Oh Billy, stop it~" She laughs.

"Stop what?" Billy asks, his tone slightly defensive. "Stop tickling me silly!" Josie giggles again.

A pause.

"Josie.." I start, slowly standing, "His arms are crossed..." Gilbert finishes. "Wha.." Josie looks over to Billy, his arms now raised by his head. Her breath hitches, she swallows hard. "Then what, is touching, my.." She slowly turns her body,

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Josie lets out a shrilling screech, like nails on a chalkboard, a screem so high pitched yet vile as if she was disgusted, offended, and scared all at once. Josie attempted to shake a spider off, it was a big hairy wolf spider, she shakes her arm agressively and slaps it away, then shaks the hand she slapped it woth, probably having felt it's fuzziness. Josie runs into a random direction yelling. "EW EW! Get it off! HELP! EWWWW!"

"Josie! Wait!" I yell, running after her. I stop when there are two distinct openings in the tree's to walk. "Which way did she go?" Billy asks, catching up along with Gilbert. "I-I dont know.."

The next I don't know how long was spent yelling Josie's name, looking for her to no avail.

"Josie!?" "Josie?!" "Josie!?"

We'd yell after one another.

It'd been getting late, the sun was setting and it would be about dinner time now. We wandered farther and farther from the camp, remembering our way as best we could, but we were getting hungry..

"Why don't we head back? It's getting late and we can look for her better in the morning." Billy stops as he speaks, me and Gil doing the same.

"I agree," Gilbert turns to me specifically.

"We should head back, but to tell Ms.Stacy what happened and come back to look with flashlights."

"Tell the teacher? Really? We'd get in trouble! Are you stupid or something?" Billy combats. Gilbert scowls, eyebrows clenched, "If we head back without her and it'd be obvious something happened and we'd get in even more trouble for not saying anything." It wasn't a yell, but it was close.

"Oh! Really?" Billy scoffs, "I didn't know Mr.Know-it-all had it all planned out!" And here starts the yelling..

"It's not my fault you're a nert! Maybe pay attention in class once and a while and you wouldn't be a complete dunce!"

'Well that was definitely pent up.'

Billy's gaze flickered to me for a second, he looked embarassed. "Oh shut up Blythe! Half the time you're chatting about Y/N! We get it, you've been courting her for ages! If you're not gonna do it, why not let someone else give 'em a spin?" Billy smiles slyly, like he did something other than make this unnecissary agrument detour worse.

BBAK

No blood, but a big red spot on Billys face, it would form into a black eye for sure. I look at Girlbert, ok, time to stop this. I grab Gilbert's arm, trying to drag him away a bit when Billy left hooks him. 'Greattt.' I think. "Ok, you both got your hits it, you both said some words, now stop-"

"Hello?! Is-is some one there?!"

It was faint, but I heard it.

"Josie?" I breath the name, not sure if it's her.

"What?" Gil asks, his tone more mad than he probably meant.

"H-hello? Please! Help!"

The two boys look over, they heard it too.

"Josie!?" I begin again, walking faster and yelling louder than I had before. Finally.

"Y/N?! Y/N!?" She's louder, I walk closer to the sound, Gilbert and Billy behind me. There's a small clearing, "Y/N!"

I look, up?

"Jos-ie..?" A tree, she's in a tree.. "Why are you-"

"I ran from the spider, then I heard something in the bushes and climbed up here. Get me down please. My dress is dirty, it's ripped, and- I think I have twig in my hairrrr." She was near to tears, being lost, alone in the woods, probably a traumatizing experience.

"We can't climb up and bring you back down with us, you're going to have to jump." Gilbert states blanantly, he had the habit of doing so when assesing situations while he spoke. "Jump? No. Not happening."

I'm hungry, I'm tired, I'm sorta annoyed, I'm not doing this.

"Billy, you catch Josie when she falls." I say, hiking up my dress' skirt.

"Falls?"Josie just about squeeks. I climb up the tree and sit on the same branch as Josie. "Gil, you catch me."

"Now we're both stuck, what are you gonna d-"

Wooshhh

Theres a faint sound of wind as I shove Josie off. Maybe that was my pent-up fight. I jump down after her, aiming for Gilbert and he catches me.

"Hi." He smiles.

"Hey." I smile back.

It's quiet for a second before his stomach growls. "We should head back. I'm hungry too" I laugh.

☆~☆~Back at camp cause as I'm writing it is exactly 3:51 AM~☆~☆

As we return to the campsite, everyone is around huddled in one area, Ms.Stacy speaking, and everyone looking concerned. Anne notices us and runs over, Diane following behind as everyone turns to look at where they're headed. There is a look of relief of everyones faces as worry slowly disperses.

Anne nearly tackles me and Josie with a group hug as Diane joins.

"Where were you!? Everyone was so worried!" Diane releases from the hug as she lets out a seemingly held breath.

"Yeah, when you guys didn't come back I-" Anne is cut off by a hand on her shoulder.

It's Ms.Stacy...

"Where were you four? I had very clear instructions and you disobeyed them, missed lunch because of it, and had the whole class worrying."

We were all silent. We didn't want to say it was Josie's fault.

"We're sorry Ms." Gilbert steps up, the rest of our heads hung low. There was no excuse for this one, none I could think of in the moment at least..

"It was my fault Ms.Stacy, I'm sorry. There was a spider, and it was on me, and I got scared and ran off without the group. I made it even harder to find me because I ran up a tree when I heard rustling in the bushes.. It is completely my fault." Josie confesses, she stands tall but lowers her head when she apologises and admits her fault.

Ms.Stacy sighs and theres a pause. She analizes all four of us and I assume she sees Josies ripped dress and believes the story just as she speaks again,

"I can't fault you for that but next time don't run off, and if one of you do, come back and get me. Understood?"

We all nodded and gave a quick "Yes Ms." before we were dismissed.

We all cleaned up and got ready for the campfire and dinner.

Tonights mood was much less lively than the last because of what had happened, but we still had all of tommorow.

I sigh, "One more day here, then we go home first thing in the morning.."

Gilbert, still eating, swallows before replying. "Hopefuly it's better than the last two." He laughs.

"And if not?"

"If not.." One of his hands rub up and down my thigh, "We can go to my tent and-"

I stiffle a small laugh but can't help the smile creeping up my face.

"What?" Now Gil is laughing.

"Nothing." I bite my lower lip in another attempt to hold back my laugh.

He just stares at me with a smile. There's a shine of longing in his eyes, not desire - it's the look you'd imagine when reading forbiden-love and the main character thinks they'll never have the love in the way they so dearly wish. The same look they have when their so close in proximity but so far in every other aspect so they're scared to touch them, or even talk to them and just, admire from afar. And the same look I imagine they have when they finally have the love interest all to themselves.

I'm lost in thought just admiring Gilbert's features and almost miss him whisper, "I want to kiss you so bad right now.." He's still just admiringing me, in his own world as I register what he said.

I stand up and drag him along, finding my way to a tree behind my tent.

"What are we doing back here?" He looks confused but goes to hold my waist.

"To fufill your intrusive thoughts." I smile but his face looks concerned.

"In the woods? Not a tent? Kind of unsanitary, no?" As I realize what he means I smack his arm, causing him to pull it back from my waist, the other stil on it. "Gilbert!"

"What? It was your idea!"

"I meant kissing. You said you wanted to kiss me."

A pause.

"I-..."

Another pause.

NOTE: Kissing scene ends at the next orange line

I cup his face and go in for a kiss, a hand immediately drifts to his fuffy hair. He cups my cheek to deepen the kiss and pushes me up against the tree, pressing a leg between mine. Gilbert's hand trails up my torso, lingers on my thigh, and goes back up. He trails kisses down my neck, to my collarbone, and goes to trail lower before I catch his head.

"Gil.." I breath, just above a whisper.

He grabs my hand and kisses the back of it, working his way up my arm. "When I said kiss, did I not mention all over?" He smiles as he reaches back to my neck.

"Gil..." I repeat.

"I know, I know love. I'm sorry." He kisses my forehead and gives me a quick hug.

I press my head to his and smile, "I'm gonna head to bed, don't stay up too late alright?" I stroke his cheek with my thumb as I wait for a response.

He has the look in his eyes again. After a moment he nods and presses another short, but lingering kiss to my lips. "Goodnight beautiful/handsome/lovely." He smiles as he walks in the direction of his tent.

I round the tree and make my way to the front of my tent with a smile. I get in, zipping the door behind me, wash up and change into my pyjamas, tucking my clothes back into my suitcase, and get ready to sleep.

I close my eyes and slowly begin to drift off,

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FINAL CHAPTER SPOILER

I have a looot to say, but for now that we have leaks only i want only to share a 25yo kacchan offering his hand to 25yo deku. Kacchan wanted to hold his hand so bad, he reached out first this time and deku’s tears of joy says it all.

FOR ME THIS IS HOW BAKUDEKU BECAME CANON BC LIKE THIS IS PROPOSAL CMON. Bakugou wanted to spend his life with izuku chasing him, and as the translation say HE ESPECIALLY spent 8 years to think about a solution to realise deku’s dream to become a hero. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Bakugou became the rich man that made everything to make his husband happy because yes you can’t say to me Kacchan didn’t plan this so they can make wonder duo agency reality and go living together.

Also idk for y’all but Katsuki pro hero x teacher Deku is another thing became canon for me. Others are complain again saying that this ending is a bit rushed and there are plot holes… well unfortunately it’s true like there is this tiny time skip, we only can suppose what they all did in 8 years, but i find interesting how all of them only bakugou had a focus on what he did in this time.

Well the ending might not be perfect, but mha will always have a special place in my heart, i already supposed that there wouldn’t be any ship canon, even if to me horikoshi wanted an open end to make speculation on bakudeku since this is the last thing we see, so he got that chance naruto’s author didn’t get.

Ok for now i’ll leave here Kacchan offering his hand to deku just like deku offered his hand to him 🧡💚

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Chapter 13

I am so late with this but I have had an annoying busy day and writing reviews of your chapters is honestly so relaxing for me so I'm comin' in hot and late. Also I was re-reading and only remembered to start my review after the first flashback, so thats where this starts 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

June 2033 - crying in the club (locker room)

MY CLEMMY

ohhhh that would make Ps blood absolutely boil seeing her girls interact with Frenchie

THREE FUCKING WEEKS? Paige what the fuck are you doing. Get it together. I have no sympathy for you

“Aunty Chérie,” Stephie’s squeals echo clearly in Paige’s ears, despite the noise of the crowd surround her, “you played so good today.” -> Oh wow this is tantamount to stabbing Paige in the eye with a stale baguette 🥖🥖🥖

Instead she shoots the assistant an apologetic look, -> Ok when I first read this I was filled with dread that you were going to bring this assistant into their weird dynamic as a sex pawn to make Azzi jealous as payback for going to dinner with Clem. Glad your mind isn't as deranged as mine.

This is a cage of Paige’s own making and the key to open the lock rests in her own hands. -> Ya it does you dumb bitch!

“I forgot this so I uh- I came back to grab it.” -> lame 🤣

“she’s a decent player. But you’d never be in her shadow. Never be known as just her anything.” -> oh I kneeeeeeew that was part of the proposal rejection

“Nine years ago you said no-” -> queue meme of old lady from titanic being like "its been 84 years…."

“god Azzi- I’m trying so fucking hard baby but how do I know you won’t say no me -to us- again?” -> ohhh the use of 'baby' always CUTS TO THE CORE

"It’s Azzi’s turn to look guilty and Paige can almost see the memories of that night flashing in her mind" -> omg that flashback is going to be so painful to read

“don’t go to dinner with Clémence.” ….. “Don’t hold on to the deal with the Liberty,” -> Touche Fudd (French)

August 2032 - LETS PUT ANOTHER SHRIMP ON THE BARBIE (lets have another fight on a balcony)

Cam is always a minor side characters in future fics. She's everyone's second favourite blonde white gyal. Makes sense though I firmly believe she had to witness some teenage Pazzi angst/grope atrocities when they were on team USA. Poor girl.

“What?” Paige asks distractedly, her eyes narrowing when she notices a familiar French player inching towards the door for a hug of her own. -> tee hee

Marine and Clemmy in the same room? The time space continuum has collapsed.

The summer Olympics must be confusing in Australia because its winter for them. Do you think they resent Northern Hemisphere people for assuming the world runs on their seasonal calendar? I do.

"hoping she was being at least somewhat conspicuous- as Azzi had spun the little girl around." -> OK I'm not saying this is a plot hole (maybe I am) but this is like 6 months before they meet again at the Valks office there is no way Stephie and Paige wouldn't have already completely fallen in love at these Olympics.

"we’ll get customized 5+35 Bueckers-Fudd jerseys for the Olympics" -> and when Paige gets a tiny one of these made with a Valks jersey when they are telling their family Azzi is pregnant? Then what! I cry?

“I can’t bel-ieve you went to another party without me Mama,” -> Wow they really owe Stephie a party at this point. Best to get married asap.

“Oh fuck you Paige,” Azzi snarls -> Mommy I'm scared

Aaliyah has had ENOUGH of her shit. Us Canadians are very sensible.

“Sorry but like,” Jana looks back and forth between Paige and Azzi, dropping her voice, “y’all fucked?” -> I actually find it so cute how Jana really does use the word ya'll. She will fit right in visiting Paige in Texas

“so- so what does that mean for the two of you? Are you- are y’all gonna get back together?” -> Oh Jana you sweet Naive Egyptian baby

“but maybe it could’ve meant something. If you’d stayed.” -> This is painful these two are so damn stupid

June 2033 - 911 Fudd fix my life

This is how I know things are about to resolve, a Fudd parent intervention and a mention of mint chocolate chip ice cream

Colleen has really been MIA. She got the hell out of dodge when she sensed things getting messy.

A premade dirty Shirley sounds truly heinous

“I’ll have you know this is a Macallan.” “You know that that means nothing to me right,” -> I actually feel Paige would force herself to get into brown liquor because she is a middle aged black man in her soul and would want to reflect that to the world with her alcohol choices

“It was a couple months into our relationship and Katie and I had a huge fight. It was about her not letting me make a decision about Azzi,” -> its wild to think that at a certain point Azzi's name was Azzi Jaslyn Smrcka-Duffy. A Hyphen is a horrible thing to do to a child.

Nivi this is a sad story within a sad story what are you doing to us

“Katie and Azzi, they’re mine but I think- I think if maybe someone else had gotten to them first -someone who loved them just as much as I do- maybe there’s a chance things would be different but Paige,” -> cut to Clem waiting in the wings holding a croissant with a crazy look in her eyes.

You just have to say you’ll stay. -> Dear god woman GO TO THEM As always this was spectacular give me 14 (3? 😢) more of 'em. 🤱🏻🤱🏻🤱🏻🤱🏻🤱🏻

I think mayhaps tumblr is being annoying with replying to longer asks cause 🤱🏻babes I can't seem to directly reply to your ask, but this was my reply lol.

Omg only a half a review? I'm disappointed. (jk jk I understand)

Clémence might be Paige's achilles heel and Stephie definitely uses it to her advantage

LMFAO babe you're sadistic cause lowkey that could've been hella entertaining but it would've definitely set them back another thousand years if Paige flirted with the assistant

Writing that flashback is gonna stress me out so bad

Death, taxes and a Cameron Brink cameo because she's just cutesie and I love her and blame Sella lol

#FreeAustralia from the seasonal norms lmao

Okay so I lowkey did think about that and it did feel a little bit like a plothole but I didn't want Stephie and Paige to have already been so attached and so my logic is that children at that age change so quickly and that 6 months is a lot of time for growth. And also I think the Olympics are so fast paced once you get there, that Stephie doesn't actually spend a lot of time with Azzi and therefore Paige which is also why Azzi is a tad bit guilty about not being with her.

I love Jana in this fic but #freeher from dealing with this gays

Where would Pazzi be without the Fudds fr fr

I think Paige puts up a show that she drinks brown liquor at parties but she's just a baby at heart who needs her sweet fruity drinks

My heart did hurt a little bit for baby Azzi while writing Tim narrating that story I can't lie

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BRC headcannons ramble! 4 (finally)

I'm sorry Faux, you're punching above your weight. 😔

5. The big calamity that hit Amsterdam, be it flood or earthquake or nuclear meltdown or war or all of the above, it happened around 20~ years ago.

6. Faux was probably born very close before or even on D-Day (Romancing SaGa3 ahh plot point). Tryce and Bel all feel around that age as well, maybe a little older or younger.

Also gonna agree with @charisu's amazing headcannon that Tryce' s probably the judge's kid, or comes from a family like that. Bel gives off rich girl too, hell, they feel like rich kids childhood friend-playmates. But Tryce's family definitely try to make him grow up a little more tough, more responsible. BRC is like, them fucking around before getting that employment grind..

7. The big calamity hit Tryce and Bel's families, but they're okay and are wealthy enough to patch up the damage.

The Vogelaars, however, aren't too lucky. Mrs.Vogelaar probably knew she couldn't make it and handed her precious lemon-head baby to her husband while they're running out of a crumbling hospital together. Then a slab of concrete probably fell on her while they were running.

(Sorry for your loss, Lieutenant Vogelaar. 🙏Surely a strict but struggling single father from a military/police background and is always absent from home because of work wouldn't cause any unhealthy, attention-craving behaviour in his lonely, friendless, rebellious twink gay son--whoa! Who said that!)

8. The big calamity would have killed Felix's parents and grandparents, making him an orphan. They're all part of some cult, and Felix is the chosen success of for their next...thing, whatever/whoever it is. Have to wear that 6-eye mask at all times too.

The big calamity is something they 'divinated' and the sarcophagus is specially made for Felix. However, when it hit, his mother had a change of heart and told him to climb in that large sarcophagus. Nevermind the rest of them, as long as her precious son lives.

Felix doesn't feel fast enough to catch on what's going on anyways, so he climbs into the coffin and outlives everyone in the house. Climbing out of the coffin would feel like a brand new world to him. But ultimately he's alone.

9. Vinyl and DJ Cyber (they're siblings to me) doesn't feel like they're originally from The Netherlands, they probably came to Amsterdam with their parents for work-related business. Both of their parents aren't in town when the calamity struck, so they're OK.

But as for them, it struck when they're at home in an apartment, so they got crushed by the rubble. Vinyl came out okay, bloodied with injuries but she can still move and crawl out of the rubble. But she'll definitely hear her baby brother crying for help at the other side of the concrete and find him crushed. Body is alright, can move but both his arms are gone. No way of pulling him out of the rubble without amputation.

(Originally I thought that the hole of rubble where he's stuck in is only small enough to fit two children, so the only way to quickly rescue Cyber is to give the bonesaw to his older sister and...well, maybe it was too hardcore. But it's either Vinyl saws her own brother's arms off in a tiny hole, or a rescue worker does it)

Either ways their parents would madly rush back to a ruined Amsterdam, rushing into the hospital only to be greeted with the sight of their crying daughter and a very emotionless, armless little boy. From that day onwards they became too paranoid to leave or let them leave New Amsterdam on their own, unless they're there to always see their children.

Vinyl definitely feels like she'll rebel but Cyber quietly takes to it. Him leaving his highly-paid neuroscientist job and ignoring parental pressure to find a wife to become part-time writer, part-time DJ, full-time hanging out with Felix is probably the most exciting, rebellious thing he did. MAYBE second most exciting, next to killing Faux. 🥰

10. Cyber may have left his profession but I feel like it isn't because he hates neuroscience, hell, he probably loves it just as much as being a DJ. But he probably hates the whole "got to get this hypothesis funded, have to test for others" and rather do it himself.

But because of that, he ended up in a peculiar position of receiving under-the-table funds from his old connections to carry out research that would otherwise be rejected by the research institution. But that's fine to him, that's the stuff he's into anyways. That slightly dubious, "wait how about the patient's consent?" shit. Everything in the name of science.

He's DEFINITELY the "successful younger son" of the family, Vinyl had too many years of living in that shadow and being that older sister figure to stick around, so she left.

Community college, got some hands-on job like being a mechanic, rented a shithole with pizza-delivery-boy-college boyfriend Felix. They both met from an art course, and then they broke up after college 😔. Not her fault, the man's living like he's not there. (I really think he still loves her and keeps on going like this for like...5 more pathetic years. Just spending his 20s like a sad, big shaggy dog.)

11. Cyber and Felix met much later when Vinyl accidentally dropped the fact that her successful (overworked) younger brother is THE DJ Cyber and the man was so stoked, as if he ain't the most legendary writer of New Amsterdam himself. A legend has to meet a legend after all.

[ohmyspacesailor]

Little things I've noticed on my rewatch of 1x01

So, it's been a while since I've actually watched the show and I've started to miss Crowley and Aziraphale something fierce. So I've finally started at the beginning and here are some small things that stood out or that I didn't notice to that extend before. Nothing revolutionary, but maybe you'll enjoy / be devastated by it anyway.

Eden: Crawley saw Aziraphale before their talk on the wall since he mentions seeing him with a sword. They kept hanging around the garden for a while, but haven't talked that much since Az asks Crawley's name?

After receiving the Antichrist: Crowley is devastated. The way he days "Already?!" gets me every time. Is barely able to keep it together infront of Hastur and Ligur (terrific acting by David here). Immediately tries to call Aziraphale.

Park, going up the stairs: "It's not some little temptation I've asked you to cover for me while you're in Edinburgh for the festival". Their arrangement is so casually lived in by then. And the way Aziraphale lights up when he's invited to lunch. Also, Crowley's hair is stunning in the sun here.

After lunch: Az gets totally distracted by Crowley's company, forgets all about Armageddon or their disagreement over it. Wants to open a bottle for a "special occasion", tone indicating inside joke / hidden meaning. There's a theory about that being sexual, but while I support that headcanon I think it's more of a joke along the lines that it isn't actually a special occasion, because they drink together all the time.

Infront of the bookshop: "this is purely social" Sure Az, as if that makes it any better in heaven's judgement. Now you're just being silly! (see what I did there?)

Making the pact: How cute is Crowley here?!? I already knew that and think about it constantly, but seeing it again is something else still. I mean, seriously:

Babysitting Warlock: How somehow Nanny Ashtorath is able to sing so much better than I've ever heard David Tennant do (no offense) is a proper mystery to me.

Meeting on the bus: Why don't they talk on their job as nanny and gardener lol?They must have endless opportunities and still they hang out even more. Ok, probably more like a plot hole for coolness than being meant romantically on purpose here, but still.

Bus and dinosaur park: Crowley can't bring himself to tell Az the whole ugly truth about the antichrists power / the dog not to frighten him too much. This is really sweet and very telling about how he sees him as kind of naive and innocent. Also, he's protective snek. Another amazing thing here is how he doesn't even consider killing the Antichrist himself although he is been working against hell all along anyway. Ties nicely to the bandstand scene later.

In the shop: "Crowley: Would I lie to you? - Aziraphale: Obviously, you're a demon, that's what you do". While his is pretty hurtful towards Crowley and typically blindsided of Aziraphale, it's also so devastatingly accepting of him as well.

In the shop at the end ("he's named the dog"): Crowley is really, really afraid and that respectively makes Az nervous (the looming doom in his delivery of "welcome to the end times").

That was all for this round... In general it blew my mind how much of their story is already in episode one!

And I'll never get tired of mentioning how David and Micheal disappear completely into their characters. I try to admire their work in the moment, but I keep forgetting it's them. Only because I have seen so much of them by now can I spot them as the actors in tiny moments that last mere half-seconds. That's always a weird triumph. "ha! I've seen a glimpse of Micheal's smile there!" or "the way Crowley says 'helly hellhound' sounded very David" and that's basically it.

[ravenrose18]

Shadows of Everyday Life

Warning This story mentions and details the following: abusive relationships, self-harm, bruising, hitting, torture, child abuse, etc.

This narrative revolves around a roleplay I engaged in with a friend, centering on Dean Winchester leading an ordinary life alongside his childhood companion, Raven Rose. In this scenario, the absence of hunting and supernatural elements allows for a focus on their everyday experiences. The plot thickens when Dean intervenes to save Raven from the clutches of her abusive boyfriend, setting the stage for a journey through the complexities of life and the challenges they must face together.

As they navigate the trials that arise, the story delves into themes of resilience, friendship, and the struggle for a better future. The bond between Dean and Raven is tested as they confront various obstacles, forcing them to rely on each other for support and strength. Will they be able to overcome the difficulties that life throws at them? Join them on this emotional journey to discover how they tackle the adversities that come their way.

Chapter 1

Raven just checked into a motel room after escaping from her boyfriend. She has blood coming out of her nose and bruises all over her, especially her neck and face, from her boyfriend. She got into the motel room breathing heavily and she dropped whatever belongs she could grab before she left the house, she sat on the bed and closed her eyes covering her face with her hands she pulled out her phone looking through her contact lists wondering if she should call Bobby or Dean in this situation she ends up deciding on calling Dean. Raven was wearing a simple outfit: black skinny jeans, a band t-shirt that got ripped while she was attacked, a flannel, and her combat boots; she had short, undercut black hair that was a mess from the attack. After she got off the phone with Dean, she would take a shower. She has known Dean since they were kids. She doesn't want to bother him, but she doesn't have anyone but Dean. Dean rolled over when he heard his phone ringing from across the room of his tiny one-bedroom apartment, his heart raced as he jolted awake. He checked the time, and it was close to 2:45 in the morning. He got up to retrieve it and saw it was Raven. He raised a brow as he quickly answered it, "Hello? Raven? Are you ok?" He asked in a concerned but sleepy tone. His hair was rather messy, and he ran his hand through it.

Raven walks into the bathroom in her room and looks into the mirror, looking at her black eye, her bloody nose, and her bruised neck. "Dean, I'm fine. I'm in Washington state. My boyfriend almost killed me.... he held me up against the wall by my throat, he was trying to kill me... Dean... I couldn't fight back. I froze. I could've died tonight," She says. She slowed him down to get away from him, knocking him unconscious so she could get her stuff and run away. Dean's heart started racing as he heard her shaky voice, he couldn't believe that son of a bitch. He knew he was in trouble from the moment he laid his eyes on him when they met at Thanksgiving last year. "Do you need me to come to you? Are you in a hotel or at least somewhere with a roof? I'm gonna kill that evil motherfucker..." Dean was almost in shock as he heard her sound this low. Raven's eyes fluttered open, a sigh escaping her lips as she surveyed the damage.

'I'm holed up in a motel off the highway. If it's not too much trouble, could you get me? If you need to rest for work tomorrow, then don't worry about it,' she said, her words laced with a hint of desperation. She placed her phone on speaker, resting it on the bathroom counter, the stark white tiles reflecting the exhaustion on her face. With a grimace, she peeled off her shirt, revealing the ugly tapestry of bruises and scratches that marred her skin. A hiss of pain escaped her lips as she gingerly moved, her body aching in protest. The sight of her injuries, the stark reality of the attack, filled her with a chilling numbness.Dean immediately grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter when he heard her ask to come get her. He threw on his work boots and just decided to come as he was. He was wearing no shirt with a pair of flannel pajamas, red&black colored. He threw on his hoodie before he spoke back to her. "Of course, I'll be there in probably 20 minutes. Do not open the door for anybody, because they could try to come looking for you... I'd hate to have to end his life in front of ya, and who cares about work.. I'll just give them a call later. They'll get it." He said before making his way to his most prized possession, his all-black four-door Chevy Impala. It was his father', as his father passed it along to him when he wanted a simpler vehicle. He heard her grimace of pain, and he frowned as he got in, speeding off rather quickly. "I am on my way now." He said anxiously to her. Raven smiled softly, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over her as she heard that Dean was on his way to get her. "Thank you so much, Dean. I honestly don't know what I would do without you right now," she confessed, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "I should have left him a long time ago, but fear held me back. I keep replaying in my mind how I should have come to you sooner. If something had happened to me tonight, at least you would have known what was going on," she continued.

She took a deep breath and sank onto the edge of the bed, her heart racing as the adrenaline slowly faded. After washing the blood from her face, she could see her reflection in the small, cracked mirror on the wall, hoping that she looked a bit more presentable than she had moments before. Her breaths steadied as she began to realize how close she had come to losing everything. Dean listened to her as he drove, his mind racing with heavy thoughts and worries. "Of course, sweetheart. I'm always here for ya. You know that." He said as he listened to her plea, his heart in knots as he heard how her voice was laced with pain and sorrow. "It's okay.. he was controlling you and control puts us in fear. Don't blame yourself. I am just happy you called me this time." He said to her warmly as he continued to drive along the backroads til he got to the highway. He saw the exit to the nearest hotel and he got off of it rather quickly. He tried not to speed too much as he had before pulling into the motel. "I think I'm here. What room are you in?" He asked gently as he parked.Raven hears his voice on the other end of the phone, announcing that he has arrived. A wave of excitement washes over her as she quickly gets up from the motel bed where she had been sitting. She walks over to the door, her heart racing, and unlocks it with a click. With a deep breath for confidence, she steps outside and waves to capture his attention. "I'm standing outside my room, waving at you!" she calls out, her voice carrying in the crisp air as she hangs up the phone. Standing there, arms crossed, she takes a moment to appreciate the fresh air and the sense of anticipation. She's thankful she changed clothes after checking into the motel- her flannel shirt provides warmth and a layer of security, hiding the tattoos that adorn her arms, each with its own story. However, the fabric does little to conceal the bruises scattered on her skin, remnants of a life filled with challenges. She hopes he doesn't notice as she looks out into the distance, waiting for him to approach.

Dean looked up at the room numbers and windows as he heard her on the phone., Soon enough, there she was, waving and looking at him happily as she did. He put his phone in his hoodie pocket as he made his way up to her room. He knocked lightly before he came in softly, feeling her pain immediately as he came in. He looked at her with saddened eyes as he came close, but still gave her space. "Yeah..It's decided. I'm gonna kill him." He said as he noticed how her arms and neck were painted with bruises. He hurt her a lot, it seemed, and that broke Dean's heart deeply. Raven glanced up at Dean, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. "I can't let you end up in jail because of me, Dean," she said, her voice steady yet tinged with emotion. "What I want is to escape this town and the memories that haunt me here. It's suffocating." She paused, taking a deep breath as she began to pace the small room, her footsteps echoing softly against the floor. "Tomorrow, I have to call my boss and request a few days off. I need that time to recover and find myself again. And there's so much I have to do to find a new place to live, for one. It's time to gather all my belongings from the house. I can't keep living in this limbo." Her words flowed candidly, each step matching the urgency of her thoughts as she considered the changes ahead. Dean listened as she spoke, he paid attention to her words, and he nodded as he looked at her as she paced and spoke rapidly. He came over to her and stood in front of where she was about to walk, but still allowed her the space to decide if she felt crowded. He held his arms out to her to comfort her, if she would let him. He always found himself rather connected with Raven, always thinking of her but rarely reaching out because of her ex-boyfriend. He always answered the phone when he called, and she never had texted back much around him, he noticed. But, he didn't push... help, that should have been a sign all along. "Come here.. just breathe, sweets. We can figure all that out. You aren't alone." He said softly as his eyes met hers.

Chapter 2

[gamergirl-06]

A Baby?

Plot: Bruno and reader are together and while searching a home in Beverly Hills on the way back to Bel-Air for supplies, they find a baby and decide to bring him back to the mansion and adopt him.

Requested: No

Taglist: @hyunjinbiased-blog

You were tired. Well more like exhausted. You couldn’t wait to get back to the mansion and just flop on the comfy bed and sleep.

You can’t remember the last time you actually slept and not the usual naps you took as a substitute for the actual sleep you needed. Sure a nap was still sleeping but not proper sleep.

You look over at Bruno, who you can see is starting to get equally as drained as you. He was usually very cheery and positive but you could tell he wasn’t in the mood to be happy.

As you both continued down the road of Beverly Hills, you hear a static noise. Bruno grabs the walkie talkie and presses the button.

“Ay what’s up Jaunt?” He asks his voice low, probably from the exhaustion.

“Hey, I just want to ask a favour” Emma came through the other end.

You could hear Bruno groan before replying, “what do you need?”

There was silence on the other end for a good second before Emma spoke “we are running low on supplies, could you possibly grab some while your on the way back?”

Bruno rubs his face “ok fine, we will see what we can find”

“Thanks” came the reply and then silence.

Bruno sighed and put the walkie back in his pocket and turned to you.

“I guess we gotta search for some supplies” he said not sounded like he wanted to do it.

You didn’t blame him, he was tired too, in between talking to the doc and doing runs for Emma, he hadn’t gotten even an ounce of sleep. The only reason he has even managed to stay awake was due to the amount of energy drinks and food bars he has had.

He was constantly on a move, he just wanted to get you and the others out of this hell hole.

You nod and start towards a house in front of you as you open the door and walk in. You walk into the kitchen and loot for food while Bruno does the bedrooms and bathrooms.

You check all cupboards to make sure you have everything and put it into your bag to carry with you back to the house.

You waited awhile for Bruno to finish looting qnd you decided to wait by the front door for him.

After a bit he finally came out but he has something else that his being held in his arms, a little bundle of blankets that was wrapped around something tiny.

“Bruno..” you said

He showed you what it was and what you saw made your heart clench. It was a tiny baby that seemed to be only a few days old.

“We need to take him” we’re the only words that Bruno said.

“How did you know it was-“ you were cut off

“I decided to change him because poor thing hasn’t had a diaper change since possibly a few days ago and..yeah” was all he said.

You look down at the baby and smile “I agree, let’s take him back with us”

Bruno shit you a smile, despite being in need for sleep he still have a genuine smile.

You exit the house and continue on for a couple miles down the road and make your way into Bel-Air.

Bruno held the child close to his chest, he was already in protective dad mode and you had your weapon drawn to fend off any unwanted guests.

The journey went pretty smoothly and eventually you guys made it back to Emma’s without any trouble. You walk up to the front door and get Andrea to let you in.

“Madre Mìa, is that a baby? ” she said as she looked at the tiny baby in Bruno’s hold.

“Sì we found him in the house we were looting, we had to bring him back” He told her.

“And you made the right decision, poor thing probably hasn’t eaten or had a change in DAYS, I’ll go make some formula” Andrea said as she walked into the kitchen of the mansion.

Emma came rushing down from her room and froze when she saw the baby. She then said “is that a baby?”

“Yep, Bruno found him while I looted for supplies and yeah..here” you handed her the supplies.

She looked down at the bag “uh..yeah…thanks”. She walked towards the kitchen and set the stuff down on the bench and then turned her attention in the baby.

“My god his so tiny, he seems to be only a few days old, I’ll go set up a cot or something, I’ll probably have something similar.”

With that she retreated upstairs to make a little nursery and Sam followed suit telling you he was going to go help her.

You walk over to Bruno who held the baby had he fed the bottle to him.

You have him a kiss on the lips “your a great dad”

He smiles “and you make an amazing Father/Mother/Parent”

You blush and he gives a chuckle before saying “we should adopt him”

You look at him wide eyed “w-what?”

Again Bruno says “ we should adopt him, become his parents”

“You want to become a parents..with me?”

He wraps one arm around you “of course bebita, I always dreamed of having a family with you, now it’s finally come true”

You tear up and the love you had for this man grew and grew.

“I love you” you say as you cuddle against him and stare at the baby, your son.

“I love you too” he smiled back as you both look down at the new addition the Jaunt residence.

You and Bruno were excited to start this new chapter of your lives and couldn’t wait for what the future held for you all as a family.