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[wikiangela]

I just feel more me

rated: E

word count: 626

pairing: buck/tommy

written for @911whatisyourpride week two - queer culture (coming out)

(under the cut bc nsfw)

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Evan is on his knees, in between Tommy's legs, with his gorgeous pink lips wrapped around Tommy's cock, and Tommy doesn't have a single thought in his head aside from 'fuck, this feels like heaven'. The room is filled with the sounds of his breathy moans and the wet sounds of Evan's lips sliding along his cock, spit and precum dripping down his chin. He looks so focused, devoted, determined to make Tommy feel good — which he's one billion percent successful in — his blue eyes on Tommy's face the whole time, watching for every little reaction, moaning around his cock at every little sound spilling past Tommy's lips.

He's right on the edge, thinks he's just about to come — when suddenly Evan pulls off, tracing his tongue alone the shaft as he goes. Tommy groans when the wet heat of his mouth disappears, but then Evan's skilled hand wraps around him, moving along the length. Evan looks up at him with an adorable smile on his face, his lips swollen and shiny, whole chin covered in spit. He's so beautiful. Tommy could come from this sight alone.

"You know," Evan starts conversationally, as if he wasn't just sucking Tommy's dick. He's panting just a little bit, cheeks flushed, voice slightly more raspy, but other than that, his tone is totally casual. The movement of his hand doesn't falter for even a second, each stroke bringing Tommy just that bit closer. "I'm bisexual."

"Huh?" Tommy blinks. He can't focus on a single thing that's not Evan's hand on his dick right now.

"I mean, I've known I'm into men since, you know, you kissed me," Evan keeps talking. Tommy does his best to listen, because he always listens, but, god, he's about to come and he's losing his mind. "And I'm really into men," he emphasizes. "Into you. God, I love your cock," he whispers, his eyes sparkling as he looks at Tommy's dick in his hand. He stills his hand, sticks out his tongue and licks from the base until the tip, and Tommy moans, hips twitching to follow Evan's movement.

"I noticed," he responds, some of his usual dry delivery slipping through, and Evan laughs. Tommy is barely able to follow the conversation and wondering why on earth they're even talking right now. Evan's hand continues to move, as he continues to talk.

"Yeah, but I wasn't sure about the right label." Evan says. Tommy knew that. They talked about it, he told Evan there's no rush or need to label himself, he can do whatever he feels comfortable with. He honestly didn't expect to continue this conversation like this, though. "But I've done some reading, and talked to Hen, and did more reading, and I decided bi fits the most," he grins, nodding at himself, his tone still way too casual. But he's still focused on Tommy's dick, his wrist twists in that particular way that makes Tommy groan, and then he speeds up his movements. "Feels like me."

"That's- so glad you- you figured it out. Happy for you, honey, really." Tommy pants, leaning his head back against the couch. He doesn't have it in him to hold a conversation right now. "You wanna-" he groans when Evan thumbs his slit, "goddammit, wanna talk about it?"

"You're so sweet." Evan smiles. "How about I make you come first?"

"God, please." Tommy honest-to-god whimpers, and Evan chuckles before finally wrapping his gorgeous lips around Tommy's dick again, smiling around it and looking up at Tommy. He moans like it's the most delicious thing he's tasted, and the sound vibrates through Tommy's entire body. He gets lost in the feeling of Evan's lips and the blue of his eyes not leaving his own after that.

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[autumnmobile12]

Movie Night

"If there's one good thing about not being Dad's favorite, it's not having your diet or your bedtime controlled."

...

Out of all Touya's siblings, Fuyumi's the one he's closest to in this au. True to canon, when he returned home after the coma, he did intend to leave, but Fuyumi found him instead and derailed that plan entirely.

He doesn't have a relationship with Shouto and his relationship with Natsuo has gone sour. (I've actually got a separate one-shot in progress that'll go a little more in depth as to what went wrong there.)

With Rei and Endeavor abandoning him to his terminal prognosis and their brothers pulling away from him, too, Fuyumi has the apprehensive sense that she is the last person tethering Touya to their house.

“He’s difficult, but he’s my brother and I love him.  So I listen to him when he’s upset, I try to calm him down, I take care of him during his bad days even though he hates it, and I make sure he knows that whenever he does something stupid that home is still a safe place where he can come back.  Losing him once was hard enough.”

[kindersurprisebacterium]

Captivated (Ghost / Soap / Reader)

Part of Indulgence - Polyamory Collection

Cw: threesome, mild jealousy, established poly relationship, blow jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, face sitting, vaginal sex, bottom!ghost

Gender Neutral AFAB Reader

WC: 2.7K

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“You’re all knotted up,” Simon grunted, sinking his fingers into Johnny’s shoulders. I glanced up from my phone screen, looking over at the other end of the couch. Johnny sat between Simon’s parted legs, groaning as the Brit worked at his tense muscles. 

“I told him he was pushing himself too hard at the gym,” I clicked my tongue, scrolling through my feed, only to pause on a cat picture. 

“I wannae hit tha’ PR!” Johnny’s lips curled down into a frown. He crossed his toned arms over his chest, huffing out a dramatic sigh. “Ahm close too.”

The blonde let his hands fall to his sides, earning a whine of protest from Johnny. I shook my head, exhaling through my nose as I brought my attention back to my phone. 

“You injure yourself again, and I’m not helping you,” Simon grunted, his brows furrowing. Johnny sat up, feigning offense by placing his hand on his chest. The cushions shifted beneath us as he rushed toward me. He nudged my knees apart, huffing as he laid his chest against mine. 

He tucked his face into the crook of my neck. His hot breath fanned over my skin. Condensation grew in the divot of my collarbone. 

“This one’ll help me,” Johnny huffed, wrapping his arms around my torso. 

“I will, but that doesn’t mean I won’t tell you you’re an idiot.” I draped my arms over his back. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his temple. His lips curled into a soft smile. He hummed, kissing my neck chastely.

I glanced over at the blonde. His brown eyes flicked across our intertwined bodies, taking in the scene before him. Huffing, he crossed his arms over his chest. 

I ran my hands up the back of Johnny's neck, my fingers tangling in the short curls. Simon pursed his lips, his brown eyes meeting mine. His leg bounced, heel tapping against the hardwood flooring. 

“Someone’s feeling left out, huh?” I asked, cocking my head. Johnny shifted his weight onto his elbow, glancing down at Simon. I couldn’t help the crooked smile that crept across my face. Cerulean eyes met mine, sharing the same expression, one that could only be described as scheming. 

“The fuck are you two smirkin’ about?” He huffed. Johnny rose from the couch, quickly sinking to his knees in front of Simon. Catching my bottom lip between my teeth, I followed, eagerly watching as Johnny reached forward. His fingertips slipped beneath the waist of Simon’s shorts. 

“Makin’ yourselves useful, huh?” Simon grinned, lifting his hips off the couch. His cock hung heavy between his thick thighs, flushed and leaking. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. A soft noise fell from me as Johnny leaned in, licking up the underside of his shaft. Stopping at his flushed tip, he wrapped his lips around the head, slowly taking him into his mouth. 

“Good fuckin’ pet. Thas’ it.” Simon groaned, hips bucking up into Johnny’s mouth. Inching closer, I traced the vein on the underside of his cock, traveling up before slowly sinking down. I flattened my tongue against his balls, saliva running down my chin. Opening my mouth wider, I took the delicate skin into my mouth, sucking gently. 

His fingers tangled in my hair, holding me still against his balls. Johnny gargled, saliva running down Simon’s shaft as he took more and more into his mouth. A low groan rumbled in his chest. I could feel him tensing in my mouth. Pulling off with a soft pop, I moved my attention to the other, laving my tongue over the neglected ball. 

Johnny gasped for air, tears brimming in his eyes as he pulled away. Tightening my grip on Simon’s shaft, I slowly stroked him up and down, turning to look at the Scot beside me. Thick tears rolled down his flushed cheeks. Leaning closer, I dragged my tongue up the side of his face, gathering the salt on my taste buds. 

His eyes seemed to darken when I pulled away. His pupils, now dilated, flicked to my lips and back up. Grinning, I pulled away, bringing my lips back to Simon’s throbbing cock. I licked a thick strip up the side. My eyes stayed locked onto the Scot, half-lidded. 

He moaned, bringing his lips to the other side of Simon’s cock. Our tongues brushed against each other as we licked up and down Simon’s leaking length. With a grunt, the Brit snaked his hand through my hair, gripping my locks tightly. He held me firmly against his length, tugging Johnny closer.

My eyelids fluttered closed as he rolled his hips forward, using our open mouths as a fleshlight. A low moan fell from him, heavy breaths leaving his heaving chest. I placed my hand on Johnny’s thigh, squeezing gently as the Englishman fucked our faces. 

“Fuckin’ slags- shit-” he groaned. His thick thighs tensed, quivering ever so slightly as he chased his arousal. “So close- I can’t-” He stilled, cock twitching as he pushed us away. Heavy breaths left his puffy lips. A deep blush settled on his cheeks, traveling down his neck. 

“Not here, need to feel you both,” he spoke through panting breaths. Johnny rose to his feet, palming over his stiffening cock. I followed, holding my hand out for Simon. 

The blonde kicked his shorts off the rest of the way. He stepped forward, towering over me. Rising onto my heels, I tugged at the collar of his shirt. He hummed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. The taste of salmon from our dinner earlier lingered on his breath. I pulled away, the hardwood flooring squeaking as I stepped toward the bedroom. His fingers tensed around mine. 

Johnny leaned against the doorframe, blue eyes meeting mine for only a moment as I stepped inside the bedroom. Our fingers untangled, my hand moving to the hem of my shirt. I turned to both men as I tugged the thin fabric over my head. Simon hummed, his brown eyes taking in every bare inch of my body. 

Johnny's arms wrapped around Simon’s waist, his thick fingers slipping beneath the blonde's shirt. 

“C’mon. Gonnae make you feel so good, Si,” the Scot cooed, lifting the fabric over his stomach. I walked around the foot of the bed, slowly circling to the other side. The deep blush spread over his bare chest. His muscles shifted under his skin as he tossed the fabric aside. 

“Lay back,” Johnny turned Simon to face him with a hand on his hip. I slipped my thumbs beneath the band of my shorts, easing the cotton over my hips. The mattress dipped as Simon sat on the edge of the bed. Shifting his weight onto his elbow, he kept his eyes glued on the brunette. 

The fabric pooled around my ankles. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, I moved to sit behind Simon’s head. Laying flat against the mattress, he looked up at me with furrowed brows. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. 

“So good for us, Si,” I said, my lips curling into a crooked smile. 

A soft click drew my attention. Johnny pushed open the cap of a lube bottle. Biting down on his lip, he spread a thick line over his fingers. He brought the digits to Simon’s hole, slowly circling the tight muscle. 

“Been a while, ain’t it?” Johnny said, sinking a digit inside of Simon. 

“Oh fuck-“ Simon moaned, reaching for his cock. He slowly stroked himself, fingers loosely wrapped around the base of his cock. His plush lips parted as Johnny pumped his finger into his hole at a steady pace. 

“You’re so tight, L.T.” The brunette slipped another finger alongside the other. “That oughta open you up.” His knuckles thumped against Simon’s thighs.

I cradled Simon’s head in my hands. His face contorted in pleasure as a stream of moans fell from his lips. His hole squelched around Johnny’s fingers, every thrust drawing a shaky breath from his chest. 

His moans drew higher in pitch as a third digit pushed past his entrance. He stroked his cock faster, his back arching off the mattress.

“Just fuck me, Johnny-” he sputtered in between panting breaths. 

“Eager thing,” the Scot cooed. He pulled his fingers back, earning a soft whine from Simon. Heat rushed to my face as his voice filled my ears. A low whine as Johnny pushed his hips forward, sinking the head of his cock inside of Simon. A breathless moan as he added inch after inch until bottoming out. 

“Takin’ him so well, aren’t you?” I cooed, my thumb gently stroking his cheeks. The blonde nodded, staring up at me with glazed-over eyes. 

Johnnys head tilted back, a groan falling from his throat as he rolled his hips into Simon. The Brit’s grip on his cock grew tighter. Precum beaded at the tip of his flushed cock. 

“Fuck- you feel so good,” Johnny moaned, splaying his palm across Simon’s thigh. 

Simon’s gaze met, brown eyes glimmering with tears that threatened to spill. A silver string of saliva connected his parted lips. Reaching up, his hands settled over mine, thick fingers encasing my wrists. 

“Sit on my face,” he said, his voice laced with heavy breaths. “Need to taste you.” 

Heat bloomed in my neck as a deep blush settled over my face. Looking down at Simon, at the desperation written on his face, I let a soft noise slip from my tongue. 

Rising to my knees, I glanced down at the blonde before settling my hips over his face. His broad hands settled on my thighs, pulling me down onto his face. 

“Oh, fuck-” I moaned as his tongue ran up my core. He groaned against my cunt, sparking jolts of electricity up my spine. My eyes fluttered closed as my hips moved against his tongue. 

Reaching forward, I wrapped my fingers around his twitching cock. Another soft noise spilled from his heaving chest. A soft pair of lips met mine, stubble brushing against my skin. 

Spit ran down my inner thighs as Simon pressed open-mouthed kisses to my cunt. His grip on my hips tightened, pulling me flush against his mouth. His lips wrapped around my clit, sucking harshly. 

“Messy eater, ain’t he?” Johnny said, pulling away from my lips. “But he takes cock like a fuckin’ slag.”

Another groan ignited my nerves. My thighs quivered on either side of his head. I tensed under his touch, my muscles pulling taut. My jaw went slack as a stream of desperate, unfiltered noises left my mouth.

“Just like that, Si-” I sputtered, rutting my hips forward. His tongue flicked against my clit, easing me closer to my climax. Shaking his head, he messily lapped up my arousal, moaning at the taste on his tongue. His cock twitched in my hand, precum running over my knuckles. 

“He’s gripping me like a vice,” Johnny groaned. “Nothin’ like a face full of pussy to get ya goin’, aye Si?” His blue eyes dropped to my core, and the pair of puffy lips wrapped around my clit. 

With my other hand, I pressed down on Simon’s stomach, feeling the nudge of Johnnys cockhead from inside the Brit’s stomach. I clenched around nothing, catching my bottom lip between my teeth. 

“Fuck- I’m close.” I moaned. Settling back onto my shins, his grip on my hips tensed. I reached behind, tangling my fingers in his blonde locks and pulling him impossibly closer to my cunt. 

Heat pooled in my limbs, slowly rising to lick at my thighs. Damp strands of hair stuck to my forehead. Tension swelled in my stomach, pulling my spine like a string. Sighing, I dropped my head as a wave of burning hot pleasure washed over me. 

I tensed, my thighs squeezing his head. My hips rocked against his tongue, pulling me through my orgasm. A low groan rumbled in his chest. His fingernails dug into my skin, leaving behind angry red scrapes that would surely follow me to the next day. 

When I opened my eyes, I was met with the sight of a pool of cum settling in the divot of his sternum. My chest heaved as I took in heavy breaths. Heat rolled off of my skin like steam. Groaning, I rolled over onto my side. 

“Thas’ a good boy,” Johnny cooed as he pulled out. Simon was still hard, his heavy cock resting against his stomach. Biting down on my lip, I glanced over at Johnny. The Scot’s thick fingers were wrapped around the base of his cock. 

My palm ghosted the skin of Simon’s hip before settling on his cock. The blonde looked up at me with lust-filled eyes, watching as I swung my leg over his hip. The mattress springs squealed as Johnny settled himself beside Simon’s head. 

A breathless groan left Simon’s chest as I nudged the head of his cock inside my entrance. His brows furrowed, eyelids fluttering closed as I slowly sank down on his length. Taking inch after inch, I drew in a shaky breath, gasping when his hips met my ass. 

Soft slapping echoed through the room as Johnny tapped his throbbing cock on Simon’s cheek. 

“C’mon. You gonna get me off too?” He bit down on his lip, watching as the Brit slowly parted his lips. His tongue swirled around the tip of Johnny's cock. 

Leaning forward, I shifted my weight onto my hands, slowly rolling my hips, fucking back against his length. Simon moaned as he wrapped his lips around the head of Johnny's cock. 

“That’s it, suck my cock,” Johnny cooed, pushing more of his length into Simon’s mouth. His palms guided my hips, moving me on his twitching cock. Pulling out with a pop, the Scot tapped his cock against Simon’s tongue, chuckling as he stroked his length. 

Johnny inched forward, staring down at the blonde as he stroked his cock. Soon enough he caught the hint, taking one of the Scot’s balls into his mouth. Moaning, I leaned in, circling my tongue around the head of his cock. 

The taste of lube tainted his skin, feeling heavy on my tongue as I took more of his length into my mouth. I could feel Simon twitching inside me, barely holding on as I wrapped my lips around Johnny's cock. The Scot’s fingers tangled in my hair, tugging me closer. 

“Oh- I’m gonna cum-” he sputtered, his hips bucking forward uncontrollably. Salt coated my taste buds, trickling down my throat as he spilled into my mouth. Pulling off with a pop, I hastily pressed a kiss to the blonde beneath me. 

Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I let the musky taste of Johnnys cum seep onto his tongue. With a moan, he rocked his hips up into me, meeting every thrust. The brunette moaned, falling back against the pillows. 

“Fuck…tha’ taste good?” He asked, palm landing harshly on my ass. I moaned into Simon’s mouth, pressure seeping into the pit of my stomach. My brows furrowed as I rode him faster, pulling soft whines from his flushed chest. 

My pace grew erratic, cockhead grinding against my insides. My hands cradled the Brit’s face. Pulling back, his brown eyes met mine, flicking frantically across my face. 

“Simon, I’m gonna cum. Are you close?” I asked, rolling my hips forward. Breathlessly, he nodded, leaning in for another kiss. The Scot reached out, gently brushing away strands of sweat-soaked hair. 

My nerve endings ignited, pulsing as the stimulation sent jolts of pleasure up my spinal cord. I buried my face in the crook of his shoulder, teeth sinking into his skin. I stilled, my thighs clenching around his broad hips. 

Grunting, he thrusted up into me, cock twitching as he came. His toned arms wrapped around my body, keeping me flush against his chest as he rode out his orgasm.

Our heavy breaths slowly grew softer, settling into a gentle rhythm. Humming, I pressed my lips to the round mark left behind by my teeth. 

Turning to rest my cheek against his chest, a pair of blue eyes met me. A smile slowly crept over my face. Leaning in, the Scot pressed a kiss to my forehead, pulling back only to do the same to Simon. 

“Can one of you two twats put on a kettle?”

Masterlist

[the-californicationist]

The Fifth Element [Masterlist]

COD/Fallout TF141/F!Reader Polyamory Chapterlist

You always knew Vault-Tec was planning this. Their war began in a terrible flash right in front of your eyes. As the bombs exploded in the city around you, you had no choice but to crawl into a cryotank and hope for the best. You'd wait for the reinforcements. For someone. Anyone. But, no one came. Centuries passed by in an awful, infinite blackness, and you were suspended somewhere between life and death. Until one day… you woke up.

Chapter 01: Hydrogen

Chapter 02: Helium

Chapter 03: Lithium

Chapter 04: Beryllium

Chapter 05: Boron

[underrated-fic-recs]

My list of Zutara recs for @all-manic-no-disco got really long (to nobody's surprise but my own, probably) so here's a whole post with them. Most are post-canon like @senlinyuwrites's “The Sun, the Moon, and the Truth."

Oneshots:

"he tastes like smoke and freedom" (PWP but beautifully written): https://archiveofourown.org/works/54718675#main

They're two koi fish swimming in a pond together. Never touching. Endlessly orbiting. Until a fateful night when Uncle Iroh buys them tea and the ripples in the water disturb the established status quo.

“Sunshowers”: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20724944

A few days after the Agni Kai, Katara finds Zuko in the turtleduck gardens, but she's not sure he's recovered enough to be completely lucid. Especially when she overhears him talking about her-and especially when he smiles so brightly she might melt.

“it's late and i think it's about time for you and me to get closer” (AU, also smutty and absolutely gorgeous, tender prose): https://archiveofourown.org/works/23255200 He is a study in contradictory terms, sharp lines and harsh angles that melt into soft skin and gentle touches; and Katara cannot think of a time when she will not be fascinated by him.

Multi-chapter works: “and you feel your heart (taking root in your body)”: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7146866/chapters/16227239

After everything - the comet, the war, the coronation - Katara tries to find the road back to herself. Somewhere along the way, she also finds the road to Zuko.

"such selfish prayers”: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8071780/chapters/18739694#workskin

Katara's ambition, so long set aside for the good of others, breaks free and sets fire to her soul. Or, Katara has a vision of her canon future, casts it aside, and becomes a world-changing politician instead.

“didn't know my heart” (very good S2 AU): https://archiveofourown.org/works/10677339/chapters/23639352

And yet, in a matter of days, she has managed to worm her way under his skin, has cracked open his rib cage and has begun to patch up the endless amount of wounds on his heart.

“Suffering will be your teacher” (the time-travel fix-it I didn’t know I needed): https://archiveofourown.org/works/53864932/chapters/136337677

Zuko falls asleep on the evening of his official coronation, when he’s twenty-one-years old and has finally reached his majority. Zuko wakes on the morning of the Agni Kai with his father, eight years earlier.

This is annoying for several reasons, like the fact that the War is still ongoing, that he has zero friends, and that Ozai is not in jail. It’s time to scheme.

@all-manic-no-disco, I hope you enjoy any and all of these! Let me know what your favorites are!

[butmakeitgayblog]

Medusa and The Blind Woman

Act IV

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So lost in her thoughts of the present and past, Lexa nearly startles when Clarke's hand drops to her side and traces her palm over the curve of Lexa's thigh, until she finds Lexa's hand, and covers it with her own.

Lexa's eyes snap downward and stare at the paleness of Clarke's knuckles. At the freckle that dots her thumb. The gentleness of such a delicate hand giving away no hint of how her touch scorches across Lexa's skin; the way it prickles up her arm and wriggles itself across her scalp in pleasant waves.

She's not sure when she last drew breath as Clarke shifts closer, threading her fingers through Lexa's own.

"I promise you, Lexa," Clarke says with a squeeze of her hand, "whatever happened with Costia… You are not someone easily forgotten."

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[yeuxverts00]

(Art I did for Chapter 37 of The Lights That Burn)

He thinks about his plans. He’s closer. He’s been consolidating his own connections. Building his political scaffolding. Nearly there. He’ll save her.

No, her fingers say. Not plans. Memories.

He thinks about being warm. About coats and cloaks and costs. He thinks about his mother casting warming charms on him as a child. He thinks about the ways that exist to tell someone you love them.

I warm you and one day you’ll warm someone else.

He realises he’s never told her. Even now he doesn’t tell her, although she must know? And maybe he isn’t broken and maybe he hasn’t broken and maybe there will be hope for him like she carries inside herself. Like he swims in now.

He’s never spoken the words out loud. But he says it to her anyway.

And then he was back with her, his wand clenched in one hand, while the other drifted along the swell of her hip, the dip of her waist, the curve of her breast, the line of her neck. And all the while she kept fingers on the pulse of his mind, staring out of his eyes and back into her own, while he did the same.

He thought about a different kind of warmth this time. How she had a burning star inside her—the light of an entire sun. And when he kissed her, sometimes the sun was in him too.

He thought about how she would move her hands. The graceful twist of a wrist, a gesture of extension, a slow roll of the palm, her fingers dancing and crawling over each other like they were playing invisible piano keys. The silent melody would sign his name in the stars of her freckles—one day the dragon constellation realigning over her clavicle, the next on her cheek, or her forearm.

Each time an unspoken message.

I carry your name within me.

I have written you on every inch of my body.

I love you.

She didn’t say it out loud. But she said it anyway.

It was written on him too.

Do it, she whispered.

“Expecto Patronum,” he breathed back.

It flowed like a river. Like her river. Slowly and then faster, faster, until aethereal silver was pooling and swelling and rising—more than he had ever seen. It trickled across sheets and over his legs. Over hers, gathering momentum.

Blooming and unspooling behind her. Above her now. Looking down on them both. Coalescing and unfurling.

A wingspan that stretched across the entire width of the room.

He hadn’t known, and yet the knowledge was already there. The rightness yawned and awakened inside him along with the silvery spectral form that took its place at her back. Its maw was a crown. Its spread wings were her own. And the light limned every part of her with a backlit glow that coloured her hair the same as his white blond.

She wouldn’t turn her head—he knew with the same certainty as he knew his own thoughts that she was not ready to drop the threads that bound them yet. But it didn’t matter; she could see what he saw through his eyes.

He took in every silvered curve and the undeniable manifestation of their own love, and power, and joy. He knew he would remember her this way for as long as he walked the Earth. The heat of its breath seared itself into his mind.

His patronus was a dragon. And not only his. Hers. Theirs.

She was a fire-breather too.

[ultrasamulet]

Can censorship just go back to wattpad and leave Ao3 alone?

[letthemusicmoveyou28]

The Gods Wish They Believed In Us by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

Pairing: Harry/Louis (established/canon)

Rating: Explicit (4k)

Written for @wankersday 2025

Harry smirks, resting his hands on the mat below him and leaning backwards. “I think I know how I could encourage you to get done with your workout a bit quicker.”

Harry’s not wearing a shirt, which isn’t an uncommon occurrence. Just a tiny pair of cherry red gym shorts cling to his muscular hips. Although the term gym might be a bit generous. They’re so small they would barely be appropriate for the beach.

Not that Louis is complaining, mind you. It’s just an observation.

(Or the one where Louis is struggling to find motivation to finish his workout. Harry has an unconventional and effective way to encourage him).

Title from Love In The Midnight by VEAUX.

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[ksbbb]

It Came Quietly and Without a Sound

”I knew we were going to be friends.” Liam grins, and Theo takes a step closer to the door.

“Come again?” He’s woozy, but not so much that he would entertain that kind of fallacy, the other boy ready to pounce the second he gets the chance.

“I read about you. I’m quite envious.” Liam stops circling him, holding his hands up, and loosening his gaze on Theo.

Rated E

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Moodboard by @thiamsxbitch

[wikiangela]

you're my happily ever after (so i'll take my chance now, risk it all somehow)

rating: G

words: 2.6k

8x06 fix-it, because I'm pissed - I or my fics aren't going anywhere tho <3

thank you to @evansboyfrend for beta reading, ily 🫶

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It feels like the whole world is crumbling down. It feels like the Earth should shake, burst on fire, open up and swallow everything around. As dramatic as it is, he kind of expects it to happen, and it’s weird that he’s still sitting here. His ears are ringing, panic rising in his chest with each of Tommy’s words. He watches Tommy get up and head for the door, and he’s frozen to his spot. It’s not- it can’t be. It fucking can’t be. “Wait,” he finally manages to say, trying to keep his voice from trembling, “did you just break up with me?” He asks, hoping to any entity that listens that he just misinterpreted it, that he got it wrong. Because- because he can’t lose Tommy. He’s falling for him so fast and so hard. He’s ready for the next step. He’s ready to move in together. He’s ready to talk about one day, eventually, maybe getting married. He knows he wants that. He knows what he wants, and he wants Tommy.  “Yeah, I guess I did.” Tommy answers, glancing back at him, his expression sad but firm. But Buck knows him. Knows that this mask will crumble into something devastated as soon as he leaves. That Tommy’s heart will shatter, just as Buck’s is right now. He can see through Tommy, he knows that he cares about Buck. It just- it doesn’t make sense. What was he even talking about… It was all so much, so fast, Buck’s brain is still scrambling trying to understand it all.  “Believe me, I didn’t see-” Tommy starts, but Buck shakes his head and interrupts him. “No.” He stands up, his legs feeling shaky. Tommy fully turns towards him, confusion in his face. “What do you mean, ‘no’?” He frowns.

“I mean, no, you’re not breaking up with me.” Buck says more confidently than he feels. Because this can’t be it. The last six months, the best six months of his fucking life, can’t end like this. Can’t end at all. He won’t have this. “I know you care about me. And I care about you. And I don’t want to break up.” He sees Tommy open his mouth to speak, his expression hardening – putting on a mask again, trying to hide the hurt. He speaks again before Tommy can. “If you truly, genuinely want this, not because you think it’s gonna be better for me or you, but because you don’t want to be with me, fine, I can respect that. But I won’t accept it without a fight. I- I wanna fight for us, Tommy.” Buck steps closer to him, hoping that Tommy doesn’t step back, that might just break him. He doesn’t, he’s stuck in place, sad eyes on Buck’s. “Let me fight for us. You-” he adds quickly, on a roll now, not wanting Tommy to interrupt until after he’s done, after he’s said his piece. He needs to say it all now, let Tommy know how he feels. He can’t watch him leave without trying to fix it first. Tommy’s looking at him intently, just listening, not even trying to speak. “You gave me a second chance once, when I fucked up our first date, and I- I want to believe it wasn’t for nothing. So- so you’re my first man, so what?” Buck throws his hands up in frustration, he thinks he’s starting to sound a little frantic, speaking faster and faster. He just can’t let Tommy leave without him knowing exactly how Buck feels. “It’s far from my first relationship ever. Why- why is it so different just because you’re a man? It shouldn’t be. I don’t need to date other people, experiment or whatever else. I’ve dated people, slept around, did it all. I know how that goes, how it feels, and I don’t want to do it again. I know what I want, Tommy. And I want you. And don’t you dare tell me how I feel.” He feels anger seep in, Tommy’s words ringing in his head. What the actual fuck was he thinking? “I’m a grown man, I know how I feel. Yeah, it’s new and exciting, but it’s also real. It’s real to me, and- and if there’s any chance of forever, I want to take it. And-” he takes a breath. He feels like he’s been speaking in one breath, feeling a little lightheaded now, his heart hammering. Or maybe that’s just the panic. “And don’t start with the whole ‘I’m not your last’ bullshit.” He shakes his head again, tears welling up in his eyes, anger still building. Really, what in the world? How could Tommy want to just throw away the most wonderful relationship that’s happened to Buck in years? Maybe ever? “You don’t know that. I don’t know that. Yeah, we could break up one day. But you could also be my forever, and I could be yours. I’d love a chance to find out, even if it hurts in the end. But maybe that’s just me. Maybe I’m the only one here brave enough to risk it. And- and what about my heart, huh?” Tears are threatening to spill, his voice shaking now, with sadness and anger, and desperation. He can’t let him go, he can’t. “You said I’d break your heart eventually. But this, right now? This is you breaking mine.” He finishes, almost panting now, his monologue taking the wind out of him, wanting to say everything on his mind, in his heart. He hopes he got his point across. 

“Evan.” Tommy just whispers, with a pained expression. There are tears in his eyes, too, one lone one slipping through, falling down his cheek. Buck’s hand itches to reach out and wipe it off, but he’s not sure if he’s allowed to anymore. 

“Give us a chance, Tommy. Let us fight for this. Fight for me, for us. Fight with me.” He’s aware he sounds like he’s begging at this point, but he doesn’t care. This is too important. “I thought it’s been so good between us lately-”

“It has!” Tommy rushes to say. “It’s been amazing. You make me so happy. That’s why I’m scared, I just- I’m sorry, Evan, but I can’t let myself get hurt like this again. Because I- I’ve been there before, and it was hard to get back up, and with you- I don’t think I’d be able to ever recover from this one.” He admits, his stone-faced facade crumbling, and Buck can see his own feelings reflected in Tommy’s expression. Sad, devastated, heartbroken. 

“We can- we can take some time apart.” Buck says around a lump in his throat. He feels like he can’t breathe. All he wants is to rewind until before he dropped the moving in bomb which must be what made Tommy freak out. He could say anything else, and take it slower, and maybe they’d be on their way out right now, a date night like they planned. “If that’s what you need. A break. But not for good. And then let’s come back to it clear-headed, knowing for sure what we want. And if you still want to break up, I- I’ll respect that. But I already know what I want,” he repeats firmly, decisively. “I want a future with you. I want to move in together, and one day down the line get married, and- and I want it all with you. We can slow down if I’m rushing this. I tend to do that, and if it’s scaring you, I’m sorry.” He adds, not wanting to backtrack any of this, but aware of how intense he’s coming off. He’s never been more serious about anything in his life. “But the past six months have been the best in my life. I’ve never felt so happy, so free, so comfortable, so safe. And I’m not giving up on you, Tommy. I will fight for you until I can’t anymore, until you tell me that you don’t care about me and I should just fuck off.”

“Evan. You know I’ll never say that.” Tommy responds quietly.

“I know. Because I’m confident in us, in the fact that you do care, and you do want me. I know that.” Buck emphasizes, and realizes, not for the first time, that he never felt like this before. This secure. This confident about someone wanting him. “I also know you’re just trying to protect yourself, your heart, and I get it. But I can’t let you go without a fight. I won’t. I messed up a lot in my life, and I won’t mess up this. I refuse to. Because I-” he takes a sharp breath, the words pressing on his lips. He doesn’t want to say it for the first time in a possible break up, a moment of such anger and devastation. But he needs to put it all out there. Needs Tommy to understand how much he’s trying to throw away right now. “I love you, Tommy.” He confesses, sees Tommy’s face melt into the saddest expression Buck’s ever seen on anyone, tears spilling freely now. Both of theirs, he realizes, feeling wetness on his cheeks. “I’ve been falling for you a little bit more with each day we spend together, with each minute. And I know- I hope you feel the same. But if you can look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t-” he swallows thickly, the thought alone is too much to bear. 

“I can’t do that.” Tommy interrupts quickly. “Of course I love you, Evan. It happened so quickly it kind of scared me a little.” 

“I noticed.” Buck says dryly, and Tommy lets out a humorless chuckle. “If you ask me, which you didn’t, by the way, you decided for both of us, which was an asshole move,” he points out, and Tommy looks away, as if ashamed. Good. Buck loves him, which means he’s gonna call out when he’s acting shitty. “I’d rather give us a real try and get my heart shattered if it comes to this, instead of always wondering what if, always wondering if you’re my one who got away. Which you would be.”

“I’m sorry.” He shakes his head, takes a step towards Buck, now just half a step away. “I’m sorry, maybe breaking up is too hasty. Impulsive,” he scoffs at himself, probably remembering how he called Buck that just a few minutes ago. Well, so maybe they’re both a little impulsive. Not a problem, in Buck’s opinion. “I don’t- I don’t want to break up. I never want to be away from you.” He says, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand flinches at his side, like he wants to reach out, grab Buck’s, touch him. Buck hopes he does. “It just- it seemed too fast. Like you got wrapped up in the moment. It’s still so new, I thought we were taking it one step at a time, and I didn’t-” he takes a deep breath, as if bracing himself, and Buck knows what he says is going to sting – and it does, it feels like a gut punch, actually, “I didn’t think you were as serious about this as I was getting. And I realize we should’ve done the mature thing and talked it out. I’m sorry. It’s just, we’ve barely talked about any future here. But I want it, of course I do. I’m just- I’m scared. My heart has never been in this much danger.” He looks into Buck’s eyes as he says it, more vulnerable than ever. This is everything Buck wants right now, for them to talk, to discuss this, to try fixing it, instead of one of them running away and the other giving up and not fighting for it. Buck’s been there, he doesn’t want a repeat.

“Tommy.” Buck is the one to close the distance between them, carefully brings his hands up to cup Tommy’s face, giving him a chance to back away, but he doesn’t. Instead, he breathes out a sigh of relief, like he craved Buck’s touch as much as Buck craves his. “You remember when I told you I wanted something with you? Even though I didn’t know what that something was yet?” he asks and Tommy nods slightly, Buck’s palms still resting on his cheeks. “I’ve been serious about you since that precise moment. About pursuing this, and wanting some kind of future with you. I know I tend to rush into things, it’s been a problem before.” He huffs a self-deprecating laugh. “I tried not to do that with you, but I failed, clearly. I just think from now on, we both should stay and talk and try to work it out if we have any issues with something. If you still want me.” He adds a little anxiously, but relaxed when he feels Tommy’s palms settle on his hips.

“Of course I want you, Evan. I always will.” Tommy says, that loving look in his eyes, that always makes Buck’s heart melt a little. That look that Buck loves so much, that made him think that Tommy might feel the same way.

“Good. Like I said, I’m not letting you go. Ever.” He says decisively, a huge weight that’s been there since the topic even started finally lifting off his chest. This might be the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and no matter the conclusion – which he’s pretty sure will be the happily ever after he’s always craved – it’s worth the risk, it’s worth everything.

“Good.” Tommy echoes, that gorgeous, scrunchy smile of his slowly spreading on his face, and it’s like sunshine came out from behind stormy clouds. “I don’t intend on letting you go, either. I love you, sweetheart. And I’m so sorry for… for this mess. For overreacting.”

“That’s fine, we’re past this- well, actually, we are gonna talk about it more, but at least we’re on the same page now, I hope.” Buck says, slowly leaning in. “I love you so much. I never want to lose you.”

“I’m sorry.” Tommy says again, and Buck just wants him to stop saying it. It’s fine, they’re fine now. “You won’t. You have me for as long as you want. I promise.”

“What if I want you forever?” Buck whispers, his face so close to Tommy's, their lips almost brush. It sends a shiver down his spine, like he hasn’t kissed him in days, when they just exchanged a quick kiss hello a few minutes ago.

“That works for me.” Tommy smiles again, and finally dives in for a kiss, but it lasts barely a second before he’s pulling away, Buck trying to follow. Tommy chuckles, running a comforting hand up and down Buck’s side. “But maybe let’s put a pause on the whole moving in together thing, huh? At least until we fully talk everything through.”

“Yeah, good idea.” Buck nods, his gaze flickering between Tommy’s eyes, now sparkling happily, and his pretty, kissable lips. It feels so good to be able to just have a mature conversation and resolve whatever issues arise. If they keep doing that, he thinks they’re going to be okay. He’ll make sure of that. “No need to be impulsive,” he adds, his lips twisting into a teasing smirk.

“Okay.” Tommy chuckles quietly, his cheeks reddening. “Just kiss me.” 

Buck doesn’t need to be told twice. He kisses Tommy like he means it, like he’s his person, like he’s the love of his life, trying to put all those emotions into a kiss. He knows for sure he’s getting the same intent back. And at this moment, in his kitchen, narrowly avoiding losing his love because of a stupid reason, he decides it. One day, not too quickly, but not too far into the future, he’s going to ask Tommy Kinard to marry him. And he’s more than sure of the response he’ll get.

[also on Ao3]

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The Summer Camp Ambush Simulation Chapter 6

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Touya being a supportive(?) big brother.

[kindersurprisebacterium]

Transgress (Ghost / Soap / Reader)

Part of Indulgence - Polyamory Collection

CW: established poly relationship, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, accidental voyerism, anal sex, overstimulation, dcryphilia, cum as lube, squirting

Gender Neutral AFAB Reader, They/Them Used

Wc: 3.2k

Read on AO3

Beams of dappled sunlight streamed through the window. Groaning, I rolled over on my side, tucking into my lover's warm embrace. He hummed, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. His stubble scratched my skin. 

“Mornin’,” he cooed softly, palm splaying over my back. My eyelids fluttered open, taking in the mess of covers and tangled limbs. Glancing over Johnny's shoulder, I narrowed my eyes.

“Where’s Simon?” I asked, bringing my gaze to his cerulean eyes. 

“Out at the gym. Di’nt wanna wake you ‘fore he left.” His lips felt soft against my neck, gently gliding over my skin. I slipped my arms out from underneath the duvet, wrapping them around the back of his neck. His body pressed flush against mine.

I could feel his heart beating, his chest rising with every breath. His breath fanned over my skin, warm against the crisp morning air. His fingers skated up and down my bare back, idly tracing shapes into my skin. 

His kisses, soft and deliberate, slowly grew rougher, turning to bites and licks. My fingers slipped into his hair, sliding up the back of his head, tangling in his curls. He groaned against my skin, teeth sinking into my shoulder. A soft noise, barely audible over my breath, spilled from my lips. I grazed my finger over the marks, feeling the indent of his teeth in my skin. 

“Someone’s eager today,” I said with a laugh. He pulled away, his cerulean eyes fixated on me. Heat rushed to my face. I brought my hand to my face, hiding my embarrassment. 

“Y’ look so good, doll,” he hummed, pushing me onto my back. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, gently pulling my hand away from my face. The mattress shifted beneath us as he moved to lie between my legs. His stiffening cock nudged against my thigh. A soft noise fell from my lips. 

“My hair's a mess,” I hummed, turning away from his burning gaze. 

“Dinnae care,” he huffed, leaning in to trail kisses over my bare ribs. I gasped, my back arching off of the mattress. His tongue circled my nipple, taking the delicate skin into his mouth. His lips wrapped around the bud, sucking harshly. 

“I haven’t brushed my teeth or anything,” I said through heavy breaths, my fingers clutching his locks. He didn’t respond, only offering me a hum as his fingers skated closer to my core. His teeth grazed my nipple, pulling a shaky breath from my lungs. 

He pushed a finger inside of me. Moaning, I tossed my head back against the pillows. He pulled off my chest with a soft pop, blue eyes taking in every reaction I offered. He pushed the blanket away, biting down on his lip as he watched his digit sink inside of me. 

He added another finger, blue eyes trained on my core. My brows furrowed, soft moans falling from my tongue. His fingertips curled upward, brushing against my nerves. 

“What about Simon?” I asked, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. 

“We’ll be quick, right?” He smirked. “Just need someone tae take care of this pussy.” 

He slowly kissed down my stomach, growing closer and closer to my core. He settled his free hand on my knee, nudging my legs apart. My eyelids fluttered closed as he leaned in, swiping his tongue up my core. He groaned against my skin, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. My fingers gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white. 

He wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking harshly as he rocked his fingers in and out of me. My hips bucked forward, jutting closer to his mouth. A low laugh rumbled in his chest as he added another finger. My fingertips carded through his hair, latching onto the locks. He shook his head, nuzzling impossibly closer to my core. 

Pressure slowly built in my stomach, growing tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue. The drag of his fingers against my insides pulled soft noises from my throat. 

“Johnny, please!” I whined, squirming under his touch. He grunted, slinging his arm over my stomach to hold me still. I writhed against his hold, desperately seeking the sensation. 

The sheets beneath me were soaked in my arousal. A dark spot slowly grew with each passing minute. He grunted against my cunt, rutting his hips against the mattress. Heat bloomed in my face as I watched him get off on my pleasure.

Drool pooled in the corner of my mouth, running down my face. The soft noises that left my lips grew louder, drenched in desperation. He pulled away, a silver string of saliva connecting his plush lips to my core.

The pace of his fingers sped up. The muscles in his arm tensed as he forcefully pistoned them in and out of my cunt. My vision blurred, unrestrained noises falling from my lips. 

“C’mon, cum for me,” he grunted. Pushing my leg further apart. 

My cunt squelched as he fucked his digits into me, rough and unrelenting. Hot tears brimmed in my eyes as the sensation bordered on overstimulation. My thighs shook, clamping down around his wrist, only to be forced apart again.

My muscles tensed under his touch as a wave of pleasure washed over my body. Warmth blossomed in my core as I gushed around his fingers, soaking the sheets beneath us. With his other hand, he swiped his palm over my clit, pulling a scream from my chest. 

“That’s it, so good fer me,” he cooed. He slipped his fingers from my core, wrapping the sodden digits around his cock. Pushing forward, he nudged the head of his cock inside of me. 

A desperate whine left my lips. My ankles crossed behind his back, keeping him flush against me as he slowly sank inside of me. With a soft grunt and a heavy sigh, he bottomed out inside of me. 

“Fuckin’ squeezing me,” he groaned. He leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a messy kiss. I could taste myself on his breath, along with his morning coffee. His tongue slid across my bottom lip before pushing into my mouth. Groaning against my lips, he swirled his tongue around my own. 

The mattress squeaked as he slowly rocked his hips. His tip nudged against my cervix with every thrust forward. Every thrust ignited my nerves, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. 

A soft clatter drew my attention. Johnny pulled back, breathing heavily as he looked over his shoulder. I followed his gaze, my eyes widening when they landed on Simon. 

He was dressed in gym clothes, his hair dampened with sweat. Beside his foot was a duffel bag. He stood, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. Johnny stilled inside of me, staring at the man with wide eyes. 

“Go on,” Simon grunted. 

Biting down on my lip, I turned my attention back to the brunette in front of me. His blue eyes raked down my body. He leaned forward, pushing my knees against my chest. My eyes locked onto his cock as it disappeared inside of me. 

“Johnny,” I whined. Slapping echoed throughout the room as his hips roughly met my ass. Sweat beaded down my chest. My lungs burned as I panted, shallow breaths leaving my lips.

His blue eyes glazed over as he sank further into his own pleasure. A stream of soft groans left his lips. His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, pulling my hips against his, and meeting every thrust. 

“Feel s’ good,” he sputtered, his hips stuttering as he thrusted forward into me. He was close, twitching inside of me. His grip on my hips tightened, nails digging into my skin. 

I exhaled a shaky breath, glancing over at Simon. I clenched around Johnny as my eyes trailed down the Brit's body. His shorts were hanging low around his thighs, thick fingers wrapped around his cock. He narrowed his eyes at me. 

“Keep your eyes on him,” he spat. 

Choking out a moan, I turned my attention back to Johnny. His lips found mine in an instant, meeting in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. He groaned against my lips, grinding his cock against my insides. 

He slipped his hand between our bodies, circling his thumb around my clit. My hips bucked into his hand, a whine falling from my chest. Tension settled between my hips, growing with every thrust. I could feel his thrusts in my chest, pushing the air from my lungs. I gasped, breathlessly mumbling praises. 

“I’m so close, so close-” he sputtered, eyes squeezing shut. I ran my fingers through the short curls at the base of his neck. 

His pace grew erratic. His fingernails dug into my skin, leaving behind angry red marks. I crossed my legs behind his back, keeping him flush against me as he stilled. Warmth flooded my insides, spilling down my thighs. 

He dropped his weight onto me, his chest meeting mine. His hot breath fanned over my sticky skin. He pressed messy kisses to the crook of my neck, slowly riding out his orgasm. 

“Keep going,” Simon grunted from the corner of the room. I turned my attention to the blonde as he slowly stalked over to the edge of the bed. Johnny breathlessly shook his head, burying his face into my neck. 

“Hope you didn’t think this was over.” His thick fingers tangled in his curls, pulling Johnny off of my chest. The Scot’s face contorted, a moan ripping from his chest as Simon sank his cock inside of him. 

“It’s over when I say it’s over,” the Brit huffed. 

“I can’t- please!” Tears spilled from Johnny's blue eyes as Simon pushed his hips forward into me. He choked out a sob, gasping as Simon wrapped his arm around his neck. Simons biceps tensed, pressing into the Scot’s neck. 

“You can and you will,” he groaned, thrusting harshly into Johnny. “You wanted this, you’ll fucking take it.”

Johnny's cock twitched inside me as thick tears streamed down his face. My nose scrunched up, eyes shutting tight as I sunk into the feeling of his cock dragging against my insides. I was painfully close, shallow breaths leaving my sticky chest. 

Simon loosened his grip on the brunette's neck. Chuckling as Johnny took in deep gasping breaths. A moan left me as I took in the scene before me. Brown eyes locked onto me. Heat rose to my cheeks as his gaze burned through me. 

“Feelin’ left out?” He said with a crooked smile. “Go on, Johnny, give ‘em some attention.” The Scot merely let out a whine as a response. I bit down on my lip, quelling the noises that threatened to rise. 

His pace didn’t relent for a moment as he waited for a coherent response. He narrowed his eyes, huffing as he bullied his cock into the Scot. A stream of whines and whimpers left the brunette's puffy lips. 

“Do I have to do everything myself?” The Brit sighed, spitting on his fingers. He brought the digits to my core, messily circling my clit. I choked out a sob, tossing my head back against the pillows. My cunt fluttered around the Scot, pulling a whine from his throat. 

Pressure swelled in my stomach. Like red hot iron being dropped into water. Bubbling away, nearly at a boiling point. My thoughts faded, replaced by the sensation of his cock against my insides. Replaced by every whine and whimper he let out. Replaced by the fingers toying with my clit. 

My legs tensed, stiffening under their touch. I seized, my back rising off of the mattress. Pleasure surged through my body like a live wire, lighting up every nerve ending. Sweat poured from my skin as I slowly rode out my orgasm.

“Fuck- please!” Johnny cried, his jaw going slack. My back arched off of the bed, hips jolting forward into Simon’s hand, judging Johnnys cock even deeper inside of me. He whined, spilling inside of me. Simon grunted, biting down on his bottom lip. 

Simon's grip around Johnny relented. The Scot whined, pulling out of me and falling onto his side. I turned my head to face the brunette. Leaning in, I pressed a kiss to his temple. My fingertips skated across his forehead, brushing the damp curls away from his flushed face. 

His breaths were heavy, intertwined with soft sighs. He stared at me with half-lidded eyes, his pupils dilating once they settled on my face. He leaned into my touch, draping his hand over my own. I whispered soft praises, only audible to the brunette beside me. 

I whined as Simon’s thick fingers wrapped around my ankle, pulling me toward him. He slipped his fingers beneath the condom, pulling it off of his leaking length. Heat rushed to my face as he reached forward, spreading my cunt with his fingers. Thick ropes of cum slid down my thighs, sinking into the sheets below. 

“Made quite the mess, didn’t he?” Simon said, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. I clenched around nothing, biting back the moan that rose in my chest. His fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, guiding it towards my cunt. He nudged his head inside, groaning at the feeling of his lover's seed inside of me. 

“You’ll take what I give you, huh?” He said, bottoming out inside of me. My jaw went slack, heavy breaths leaving my tongue. I stared at him through my lashes, nodding as I felt him twitch inside of me. 

He lowered himself, lips meeting mine in a hasty kiss. The mattress squeaked beneath us as he rutted his hips into mine. 

Desperate noises fell from my tongue. Simon hummed, swallowing up every one of my noises with a satisfied smirk. My hips ached, struggling to accommodate his large frame. Tears brimmed in my eyes as he nudged against my cervix, cock thrusting into me unrelentingly. 

He pulled back, brown eyes taking in my expression, soaking in every twinge of my eye, every grimace I offered. Pain melded with pleasure, becoming indistinguishable from one another. I took it all, sinking further and further into the feeling as I lost any sense of my surroundings. It was only him, only his cock inside of me. 

“Wan’ you to squirt for me, like you did with Johnny, yeah?” He huffed, pistoning his hips into me. Loud slapping filled the room. His hand snaked between my legs, rubbing sloppy circles against my clit. Pain swelled in my eyes as they rolled to the back of my head. My jaw clicked as it went slack. Drool pooled in the corner of my mouth, running down my face.  

I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, nails digging into his pale skin. My legs tensed under his touch, pulling taut like string. With a whine, my back arched off of the mattress. He let out a low laugh, his toned chest heaving as he watched me squirm beneath him. He held me tight against the mattress, keeping me still as he roughly fucked into me. 

It was all too much and yet not enough. Somehow, I was barely teetering on the edge, threatening to spill over, growing closer and closer with every thrust. I gripped the headboard tight, knuckles turning pale as they tensed around the wood. 

I choked out his name, tears running down my blotchy cheeks. My cunt fluttered around him as I reached my peak. Burning hot tendrils wrapped around my limbs, my body contorting under his touch. Static subsumed my vision, tinnitus taking over my hearing as my pleasure took over me. His voice sounded distorted, reverberating through my empty head as he spoke. 

“Come on, you can do better than that,” he clicked his tongue, continuing his relentless assault on my clit. Snot ran from my nose, tainting my tongue with its salty taste. I kicked my legs, thrashing underneath him. He didn’t let up for even a second, brown eyes locked onto my fluttering cunt. 

A biting cold sensation shot up from my toes, climbing until it reached my spinal cord. I went limp under his touch, screaming his name as I gushed around his cock. He grunted, roughly swiping his palm against my clit.

He stilled, eyes fluttering closed as he reached his peak. He only offered a single grunt as he came inside of me. I felt the burning blue gaze of Johnny, eyes wide as he took in my fucked out frame. 

Simon pulled out, nudging my legs open. Heat rushed to my face as his brown eyes fixated on the dripping mess between my legs. His thick fingers spread my cunt, a low groan falling from his lips as he took in the sight. I was marked, my insides claimed by the two men. 

With a sigh and a soft squeak from the mattress below, he was gone. I whined, rolling over onto my side. Gritting my teeth, I tucked my legs into my chest, pushing through the burning ache in my hips. 

I tensed as every ache and pain slowly came back into focus. The haze of my orgasm faded, leaving behind a sense of clarity and the burning sensation of lactic acid in my veins. 

In the other room, I could hear the faint sound of the tap. I sniffed, wiping the snot on my upper lip with the back of my hand. The mattress dipped again, squeaking as Johnny disappeared from the bedside. 

Faintly, over the sound of the faucet, I could hear his accent. Unable to make out anything besides hushed voices, a booming depth that could only be Simon. 

“Go. Now.” The Scot said. 

Soft footsteps padded across the hardwood floor, stopping just before the edge of the bed. I opened my eyes, looking up at the man before me. His brows furrowed, eyes anxiously flicking across my face. 

“Lovie, you awright?” He asked, gently draping his hand over my back.

“I think I fucked up my hip, Si.” I sniffled. 

“You pulled your flexors,” he said, thumb gently stroking my skin. “I ran a bath. Do you need me to carry you?” I nodded. A faint smile crept across his face as he leaned in, pulling me into his embrace. I groaned as pain blossomed in my lower limbs. 

I hooked my arms around the back of his neck, nuzzling my face against his chest. He stepped into the bathroom, a cloud of steam washing over the both of us. Johnny was already settled under the water, his head tilted back against the rim of the tub. 

“Jesus, ah told you y’ went too hard, ye numpty,” Johnny said as Simon set me on the edge of the tub. 

“I know- I know,” Simon sighed, gently moving my legs. I slowly dipped my feet into the hot water. “I’m sorry, lovie.”

“Y’ not gonna say it to me? Ah can barely sit!” Johnny leaned forward, gently easing me into the water. His hands settled on my hips, tugging me into his embrace. His soft lips pressed gently kisses to my cheek and down my jaw.

“I’ll put a kettle on.” Simon turned, starting toward the doorway. 

“Si,” I called out after him. He glanced at me over his shoulders, deep eyes welling with tears. “I love you,” I spoke softly. He turned on his heel, stepping forward, reaching out with his hand. 

His lips met mine in a tender kiss. I leaned forward, melting into his touch and the faint taste of protein powder on his tongue. 

When he pulled away, his eyes didn’t leave me for a moment. Resting my hands on the edge of the tub, I smiled at him. 

“When you’re done, why don’t you join us?”

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[tigerlily340]

FINALLY!!

I'm getting back into drawing illustrations for my fic, ATKU. This one is for Chapter 10~

[eclec-tech]

Since you have decided to relocate to Pabu, Tech has compiled a list of things you should be...aware of.

3. Do not believe Wrecker’s claim that Pabu has a nude beach. 14. The Archium is only slightly haunted. 38. Hide all reflective objects during moon-yo mating season.