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ITS EVERYWHEREE

best friend's older sister!sevika headcanons

contains: modern!au, mentions of smoking weed and cigarettes, nsfw content (so minors dni), not proofread, mentions of porn, clitplay and fingering, cunnilingus, degradation (word "slut" is used), sevika being a jackass and teasing the reader about their clothes + possible inexperience, reader's body is referred to with the following terms: "pussy," "clit," "cunt" and "tits," kinda imagined a younger version of sevika here, maybe late twenties

pt. 2

best friend's older sister!sevika who is always cooped up in her bedroom, whirring noises entering the halls from the mechanics she's working with. if you walk past her room, your body immediately gets blanketed with goosebumps from the cold air streaming in from her window, which is always cracked open so that she can blow the smoke from her weed and cigarettes out of there.

sometimes you run into her in the hall outside of her bedroom, cigarette hanging out of her lips, loud music blasting from the speakers she has in there. if you guys are both heading to the bathroom, she'll quietly nod, leaning back into the doorframe to let you go first.

there have been a few occasions where through the open door, you can see a girl laid out on her bed or sneaking out of her window. all you can do is ignore it and try to resist having wandering thoughts about exactly how good she must be in bed to have different girls over all the time.

best friend's older sister!sevika who doesn't really talk to any of you guys, just ruffling your best friend's hair or teasing her before heading back to her room, leaving the rest of you without a word from her. whenever she walks into the kitchen while your friend group is eating or making late night instant ramen, you feel your face heat up at the sight of her in a tight tank top, leaving nothing to the imagination, from her sculpted arms and the grooves of her stomach's abs. she's so tall, so effortlessly handsome, and you can't help but sneak in glances at her back when she bends to the fridge to get some gatorade.

best friend's older sister!sevika who talks to you for the first time when your best friend leaves you alone in the living room to go shower, and sevika enters through the front door, short, black hair tied back. just the sight of her neck is enough to get you tensing up, suddenly acutely aware of the patterned pajamas you have on and how childish they must look to her.

when she spots you, she raises her hand, mumbling an apology, but you insist that the two of you of two can sit together, you were only about to put something on. the truth is, you really don't want to miss the opportunity to get to know her more.

she hesitates, but gives in, sitting on the opposite end of the couch with you, twisting off the cap of her beer bottle and taking a swing from it, grey eyes focused on the television as you scroll through the options.

when you linger on gilmore girls, she scoffs. and not subtly. oh, no, she scoffs loudly, and you turn to find her lips twisted up into a smirk.

embarrassment and defensiveness make for an ugly combination, immediately arousing an irritated, "yes?" from you.

"are we seriously going to watch this crap?"

your mouth drops open. it's the first time she's properly spoken to you one-and-one, except for the brief interactions during your run-ins in the hall, and this is what she says? for a second, you're just stunned at her blunt rudeness, and you need a second to formulate a response before saying, "crap?"

"yes, crap." she tosses her hand at the television. "just a bunch of privileged little shits."

"the show literally deals with money issues!"

she snickers, and you try to ignore the bulge of her arms as they fold over her chest. "which sure aren't that stressful when you have two blue-blooded parents always there to save your ass."

"yes, but on conditions, though!"

she squints at you, lips turned down into a disbelieving frown. "friday night dinner? you're either just as spoiled as them or really naive, because trust me, weekly dinners don't mean shit."

your eyes sharpen into a hard glare, bitterness spilling through at her assumption. "you don't know anything about me!" with an indignant toss of your head, you mutter, "not that you've ever even tried to."

she suddenly bellows with a loud laugh, the edges of it rough and irritatingly pleasing to your ear. "awe, is someone sad over that?"

you roll your eyes. yes, but you weren't about to tell her that, of all people. "no, don't flatter yourself."

"you're not that good of a liar, you know that, right?"

with a twitching eye, you turn on the show, drowning out the noise of her chuckle with an immediate escalation of the volume.

best friend's older sister!sevika who doesn't stop teasing you after that night. now, when you're in the kitchen and she saunters in, she flashes you a smile that's nothing short of complete and utter self-satisfaction. when your best friend leaves you alone in her room, sevika knocks and steps inside, leaning on the wall and asking you how you are, how's work or school, sometimes teasingly tossing in, "you haven't been here in a while -- I didn't make you nervous, did I?"

you always fight back. partially because your attraction to her makes you feel so exposed and flustered that you want to try to hide it through challenging her back rather than being reduced to a blushing, spluttering mess. you know arguing back might be counterproductive, though, since it seems to only amuse even more. but, that leads you to the second reason you keep doing it. because, as on-the-spot and vulnerable it makes you feel, her prodding comments and mischievous attention makes you giddy. sevika, the allusive older sister of your best friend, is actually bantering with you, maybe even flirting with you. and seeing how easily she bounces off your words, how sharp her wit is, makes you only more excited. unnerving as it is, this little thing you guys have going spikes your excitement everytime you come over.

best friend's older sister!sevika who gets bolder and bolder. when she comes into the bathroom as you're brushing your teeth, looking for a hair tie to get her hair out of her face, you catch her in the mirror's reflection glancing at you, eyes quickly flicking up and down. the double take nearly makes you tighten your thighs together, mind whirling with thoughts, speculating over what she might be thinking.

you get your answer when she suddenly snaps the band of your tank top, which causes you to leap on the spot. when your eyebrows furrow into what you hope is a stare strict enough to hide just how turned on you are, she laughs, the noise low and velvety. "cute," she muses, eyes raking over you shamelessly before she reaches to the hairtie on your wrist, snapping it off and tying her hair back with it.

best friend's older sister!sevika who starts working out very intentionally in front of you. doing pull-ups in the kitchen when your friend group is there, lips curling up as her eyes seek you out. usually, by the time she looks in your direction, you've already been staring at her unabashedly for minutes as her arms flex and roll under her ministrations.

you want to crawl into a hole when your best friend smacks your arm, her face squeezed into a sour cringe. "dude, gross."

of course, sevika totally hears the reprimand, and she wiggles a scolding finger in your direction from her corner in the room.

best friend's older sister!sevika who can't stop laughing at the way you gasp and cover your mouth when you catch sight of the lesbian porn opened up on her laptop, which rests amongst her bunched up purple blanket. it only leaves you wondering about what she was doing moments before, if that happy trail you sometimes spot in her loose, muscle-shaped crop tops leads to a curl of hair between her thighs.

"oh, c'mon, have you never seen porn before?"

despite the fact that you can barely keep a straight face in light of this revelation, you manage to bristle. "of course I have."

"oh, yeah?" she leans on her doorframe, tilting her head down to watch you carefully. "got any recs?"

"if I did, I wouldn't share them with you."

"why not?"

"you would just--" you manage to squeeze out before trailing off into silence. the truth is, the idea of you and her watching the same porn, fucking yourselves to the same video, has your clit aching with desire. but, you don't wanna give in that easily, and just do as she requests. something tells you she's too used to getting her way. "you would just corrupt it!"

she raises an eyebrow. "corrupt the porn? by watching it?"

god, you're an idiot. "yes."

"that's quite a feat to manage."

"... yes."

"this wouldn't at all be because you're lying, right? and you really haven't watched porn?"

you grit your teeth, narrowing your eyes at her. god, she's so fucking irritating, talking to you like you're completely sexually oblivious.

at your silence, she ducks her head lower, and you suck in a sharp breath at the feeling of one of her dark locks tickling your cheek. "maybe you're more inexperienced than you let on. maybe you're looking to get corrupted."

fuck, she has no idea. at this point, the rest of your thoughts are practically zapped into silence from the mental image of sevika laying you on her bed, your back to her chest, with her big hands shoved down your panties and massaging your pussy, using your slick to circle your clit into a swollen little bud. her soft lips planting wet, sloppy kisses on your neck and cheek as she coaxes you to watch the filthy video, laughing darkly when you gush at the two women in it eating each other out. biting your ear, whispering how she wants to do this thing or that thing to you, how she'd fuck you better than anyone in these videos could. her thick fingers plunging into your hole, other hand covering your mouth as she makes you come over and over again in her cramped up bedroom.

jesus, this is going too far. you force your body to stiffen, lest her attentive gaze catches any telltale signs of your arousal. "well, maybe you're delusional."

she's unfazed, eyes darting to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "I'm sure I am."

best friend's older sister!sevika who tells your best friend she'll pick you up when she finds out you need a ride home from your part-time job. she insists this is because she doesn't trust your best friend with her car, so she should be the only one to drive it.

when you climb into the passenger seat, you can't help but feel self-conscious, sweaty and exhausted after the long shift. matters are only worsened by being in such a cramped space with her, the very act of being picked up way too date-like for comfort. you can smell her coconut shampoo from here, mixed in with the cologne she wears. her hands on the wheel captivate you, fingers long and thick, veins begging for your tongue to trace them. her hair, which is still bound by your hairtie, is damp and soft.

she takes you out for food, insisting you "get something in you after a long day" (you're certain she's aware of the innuendo, shit-eating grin present when she speaks). when she takes her car into a drive through, she hands you her phone, muttering that you can turn on whatever music you want.

she proceeds to make fun of every song you play.

ignoring your protests, and using her strong arms to shove you aside when you try to lurch over her, she pays. when you thank her profusely, her nose twitches and she nods quietly. you can't help but smile at her modesty.

instead of driving you guys back to hers and your best friend's home, she parks outside the store. you guys continue to listen to music, sharing the meal and talking. her usual snark is present, yes, but she actually listens to you, earnestly so, as you ramble about your shift. she asks you questions, and listens patiently. her answers, on the other hand, are short and to-the-point, but after some nudges to her shoulder and whining, she relents with a sigh and shares some more details.

as the sky darkens, the conversation becomes a bit more personal, and you see a side to her you've never bore witness to before. eyes soft, gaze downcast, voice low, she shows a side to you that's vulnerable. a side that has the layers of responsibility shed.

best friend's older sister!sevika who you can't help but smirk at when her jaw drops upon seeing you in the lacey, skimpy pajamas you recently bought. it costed enough, that's for sure, but you feel immensely successful. after all, you only bought them after seeing them in the porn video she had been watching weeks ago.

"what-- what is that?" her voice is low, hushed.

you touch the back of your neck, suddenly plagued with acute self-awareness over how you look. "just-- it's just pajamas."

that breaks her out of her trance, face breaking into a bout of laughter. "pajamas? you're kidding me, right? you look like you're about to seduce me."

you swallow hard. well, not exactly. all you had wanted was a reaction out of her. actual sex felt like too far-fetched a daydream to get excited over. you try to brush her off, self-doubt gripping you too tightly to allow yourself to be direct. "please, you wish."

"oh? someone's gotten bold." her eyes wander over your body languidly, as though you already belong to her and it's just a matter of time before you admit it. she leans back in the seat at her desk, mouth curving into a playful grin. "besides, who knows if you even have it in you?"

"have it in me to what?"

she snorts. "seduce me, bonehead."

"well, yeah, wouldn't wanna risk disappointing you after all the girls that have been in here."

you wince as soon as the words leave your mouth. god, how pathetic are you? you already sound like a jealous girlfriend, and you haven't even confessed to her.

luckily, sevika chooses not to tease. instead, her mouth presses into a firm line and she says, "you don't need to worry about that."

you gulp at the earnest words. what the hell is that supposed to mean? does she know just how serious your words are? because it sure does sound like that. the thrill of her maybe knowing, maybe even returning, your feelings has your stomach flipping. "why?"

she fiddles with some diagrams on her desk, flicking a thumb on the corner, before her shoulders heave with a sigh. "for the same reason I haven't had any girl over for months."

you nearly flinch at the words, the sheer vulnerability in them yanking you into an intense fixation on her words. is she implying she hasn't had any girl over for months because of you? because, well, what reason could explain both that and why you needn't be afraid of dissatisfying her?

you can only think of one.

best friend's older sister!sevika who pulls away from her desk, spreading her thick thighs over the seat, and nods you over. "come here."

when your trembling body reaches her, she hesitates before spreading her hand along your thighs. you immediately clutch onto her shoulders, shivering at the feeling of her rough, warm palm scraping along your skin.

the gap between her teeth flashes as she laughs. "liked that?"

your nails dig into her shoulders. you don't wanna give up the game just yet. "no."

"no?" she mumbles, leaning in and grazing her teeth right where the lace trimming of your silk shorts meets your skin. "that's too bad. because if you had confirmed my suspicions, I would've rewarded you." her head leans back, eyes shining under the lamp of her bedroom. "you're lucky I'm nice and will give you one last chance."

fuck. you can't resist, not when you're this tantalizingly close to getting what you want. "fine. I--I liked it, okay?"

she presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. "finally."

twenty minutes later, she's on her back in her bed, arms hooked around your thighs while you practically hump her face. your fingers ache with how hard they're grasping onto her headboard, forehead pressed to it as she helps you move your hips on her face. your pussy is making all kinds of squelching noises as she tongues at it, the slippery muscle making a mess of spit and juices as she licks you up so messily, no direction, no rhythm, just raw instinct. her hands have your top shoved up, large hands groping your tits and tweaking your nipples. and god, she just slurps you up, drinking down the thick, sticky arousal coating your folds, wrapping her lips around them to run the tip of her tongue along their shape.

"yeah, fuck my face," she grunts into your pussy. "such a little slut, wandering into my bedroom dressed like that."

a choked out moan leaves you, and she digs her nails hard into your ass as a warning. it makes you jerk harder on her face, her nose bumping against your clit just right and making you cover your mouth in panic. of course sevika takes notice of this reaction, and just a moment later, she's rubbing the point of her nose into your stiff clit, shaking her head side to side so that you get flicked with it.

you think nothing can get better than this -- a notion immediately disproved when sevika's lips round your clit and start sucking it in, her tongue darting out to stroke roughly at it.

and that's how you come, legs shaking as you sag against her headboard and fully sit on her face, unable to stay upright. not that sevika minds, groans of pleasure lost into wetness of your cunt.

best friend's older sister!sevika who actually got her sister's blessing weeks ago and was now just waiting on you.

#sevika x reader #sevika smut

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saltybearbeard · 9 days ago

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jealous roommate!vi

cw - nsfw (+18), pet names (baby, angel), vi is a hypocrite, vi calls reader slut once, afab reader, thigh riding, fingering (r!recieving), not proofread

wc - 900

a/n - haven't wrote in FOREVER, sorry if this sucks. vv i mean vv self indulgent as well but anywho

you couldn't believe it.

you never thought you would be this easy. you felt like you had more restraint to end up in a situation like this, one that would haunt you for the next two semesters you would have to share a dorm with her.

"over a silly date?" you question, barely even able to focus on your own thoughts. your mind was going three hundred miles per hour at this point. you feel nothing but your roommate vi's two fingers pump in and out of your aching cunt. her thumb grazing circles on your clit ever so softly.

you two were in your bed, your body fully naked in between vi's legs. her hand holding your pliant body against her clothed chest by the waist.

"never again." vi's tongue traced against the shell of your ear and softly nipped down, not slowing her brutal pace of her fingers. "dont go on anymore dates. yeah?"

only quiet whimpers and pants came out of your mouth, disregarding any of the words the redhead even said to you. "don't tell me you're already going dumb on my fingers angel." vi chuckles, tugging your head back roughly. "answer me."

you didn't even know why vi, of all people, was acting like this towards you. you knew how she was, how she would always have a girl in her arm everytime she walked into the door. the crazy amount of failed talking stages slipping pathetic notes into your shared dorm. vi had enough poor girls on her roster, but you having a date, one that'll possibly never happen again, is where she drew the line.

"y-yes. no more i promise." you didn't feel like arguing with her and pointing out her hypocrisy at the moment so you gave her what she wanted, your compliance. and besides, her long fingers felt better than your own. you needed this.

you thought you satisfied vi enough until she tugged at your hair once more, keeping your head tilted back. her narrowed eyes was kept onto your tear-filled ones. "you let her fuck you?" she questioned, slipping one more finger into your dripping cunt, producing a high pitched whimper from your lips.

"no- o-oh my god vi" her fingers began going faster than ever, curling and hitting the spot oh so deep inside you. "we didn't fuck--" you gripped onto her bicep, your freshly manicured nails creating deep crescents in her skin. the feeling pooling at the pit of your stomach continuously grew. you were close and she knew it.

so she stopped.

she fucking stopped.

she withdrew her fingers from your wet pussy, creating a vulgar squelch before placing the digits in her mouth.

you turned around to face her, climbing on top of her clothed thigh. you looked like a pissed rabid animal, your widen eyes full of need. you grabbed her hand, leading it to where you needed her the most, just for her to yank it away. groans of fustration leaving your mouth. "vi please i need it, i need you. please don't be like this" tears threatening to fall from your pleading eyes.

you looked so pathetic to her. vi never seen you so disarmed and submissive before, always getting your way. it did something to her, something that no plain ol' orgasm caused by her fuck buddies could do. she liked- no loved seeing you like this. it was way more than enough for her to get off.

"god i wish you could see yourself right now." vi squished your cheeks, manhandling your face to meet her eyes once again. "need you to see the needy little slut you're acting like right now. over my fingers at that."

she grabbed your hips with both of her hands, gripping and pulling you down to her jean clad thigh. "go on, finish on my thigh baby."

you didn't hesitate to begin your movements, letting the material of her jeans graze your clit. in this state you wouldn't be lasting longer than a minute. "f--feels so good vi.." you whimpered, holding onto her shoulders as you picked up the pace of your hips.

"i can hear her baby, so fuckin wet. she needs me huh?" vi grinned against your heated neck, scattering dark purple bites all over. "need me to fuck her just right, gonna have her creaming all over my cock." her words made your nods frantic, your hips bucking faster than ever before. "mhm...she n--needs you vi." she chuckles at your words, her hand landing harshly against your ass, causing you to yelp. "and only me. no one is gonna fuck you like i do" you hum in agreement, feeling your climax sneak up on you.

her hands find it's way to your waist, dragging you close enough to kiss you. "go on, cum on my thigh." she moans against your month, her tongue pushing past your lips.

after a few more movements of your hips your orgasm rushes over you, "i--i'm cumming vi- god..." your body starts shaking from the harshness of your climax, your arms draping over vi's neck pulling her close. her hands find its way to your waist, keeping you steady.

your body goes limp in her arms, fatigue clouding your brain. "there there..." vi whispers softly, placing you directly on your bed. she brushes the stray hairs from your face, hesitantly kissing your now bruised lips.

"get some rest angel.."

a/n - lowkey was hot ass but i'll get my groove back #soon

#oh my god #vi x reader #x reader

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saltybearbeard · 10 days ago

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𖥔 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𖥔

୨ৎ you tell best friend!peter you’ve never seen the star wars movies so he comes over to watch them with you but you get sidetracked

୨ৎ peter asks if he can record you, underestimating how hard it’ll be to control the camera when you feel so good

୨ৎ bf!peter has been thinking about being inside you all day

୨ৎ boyfriend!peter loves how responsive you are when he’s fingering you because his spidey senses pick up on all of it

୨ৎ all he needs after a long day of being spidey is to be with you

୨ৎ he loves the effect he has on you, making you writhe and convulse from his touch knowing how much you love it

୨ৎ you call him daddy once and it makes him lose it instantly

୨ৎ having sex with peter for the first time

୨ৎ peter loves nothing more than when you’re on top

୨ৎ peter pulls out his camera and says he wants to show you how beautiful you are when you ride him

୨ৎ when you’re playing the new game peter got you but all he wants to do is eat you out

୨ৎ texting peter late at night that you’re missing him so he swings over and sneaks into your room

୨ৎ taking your time with him because you know he’s a sucker for a steamy makeout session

୨ৎ study sessions always go ary when it’s just the two of you

୨ৎ telling him to keep the suit on while he fucks you (wrong suit i know, don’t come for me)

୨ৎ you always send him teasing videos of you touching yourself so one day he sends you this as a response

ᯓ★ disclaimer : all character p link posts contain links from x, some of which may be unavailable if you don’t have an account or have been removed by the original posters. i cannot help this but i will try my best to update links when i can. sometimes trying to open them a few times works x

#peter parker smut #peter parker

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saltybearbeard · 18 days ago

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‖ tags: smut, somnophilia, size kink, p in v, praise kink

‖ word count: 380

the two of you have had sex 3 times and you've never been able to take all of him because you just get too in your head about how huge he is. he's so patient with you, never rushing you, prioritizing your comfort over anything else. making suggestions to try to make it better, or saying he'll just fuck you with half so it doesn't hurt you, or that the two of you don't have to do anything at all if you don't want to.

you feel bad, self conscious, slightly ashamed, apologetic. he assures you it's more than fine, sex with you is amazing even if you can't take all of him. but. he knows it's all in your head. he knows your body can take it. he asks if you trust him and of course you say you do.

you wake up on your stomach, naked from the waist down and your shirt rolled up to your armpits. it's hot and sweaty and disorienting but holy shit what is that feeling?!

"there she is," he says in a deep voice, rough from how quiet he's trying to be. "good morning beautiful"

you go to say good morning back but it's cut off with an unexpected moan, a feeling deep inside you shifting. "feel that?" he murmurs, sounding a bit cheeky but so utterly pleased. to make his point more clear he rolls his hips, adjusting his thick cock inside you, and holy fucking shit he's balls deep.

"knew you could take it, baby," he says proudly when you gasp, fingers twisting in the sheets beneath you. he pulls back an inch or two and pushes back in, your back arching as you let out a choked moan. he's so deep, you've never felt anything like this before.

"just had to take your big, nervous brain out of the equation. knew it the whole time - your pussy was begging for it, crying for it. and now you're soaking me, sh-iiit, like you were made for my fat cock," he groans, continuing to slowly shift in and out of you, your muscles clenching around him on each drive forward. "so fucking perfect baby. just keep taking it like a champ and I promise to make you feel so good you'll never worry about me fucking you like this ever again."

#ITSEVERYWHERE #OMGG

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saltybearbeard · 2 months ago

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when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

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saltybearbeard · 5 months ago

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We need more thigh riding fics IMMEDIATELY! GET TO WORK STAT!

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saltybearbeard · 6 months ago

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all i want for Christmas is her🙏

thinking about vi using her pretty muscles to manhandle reader into different positions

you're getting a blurb for this one but this is such a delicious thought..

Content: Rough sex, manhandling, dom! Vi obviously, descriptions of a few positions

Vi isn't aggressively rough, per say. However, she is obsessed with twisting you up like a pretzel when she is fucking you.

If she has you in missionary, she'll move your ankles up past her shoulders with ease, and you can only appreciate the view of her biceps flexing with her actions, your eyes lidded in pleasure with each godsent thrust her silicone dick grants your pussy.

You love riding her, but it's so hard when Vi's the type to not let you even do the work; she has turned you into a pillow princess, grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto her cock. It doesn't even take much effort to lift you up and drop you back down, and she relishes in how your lips form a cute little 'o' when you feel her hit your cervix.

Riding her face may be even worse. Even if you're hesitant to put all of your weight onto her face, she won't be hesitant to grab you and force you to practically suffocate her with your pussy, and she eats it for her pleasure, not yours. You don't get a say (unless you truly need to tap out, in which Vi is as gentle as humanly possible with you) in how long you stay with your legs spread across her face, having to take each movement and curl of her tongue deep in your pussy, her hands not guiding you but holding you down from squirming.

If her cock is pounding you from the back, she gets brutal. Slamming into you so hard you feel her hitting where your gummy walls are ridged every time, practically bruising your insides. When your body collapses out of the hands-and-knees position she previously manhandled you in, she will let you take it basically laid down on your stomach for a while, but she knows that the position isn't gonna do as much as if she had your ass up. So, when you least expect it, she'll grab your lower half, taking you by surprise with a wounded yelp as you feel the bullying the head of her biggest cock is doing to your walls. Bonus: eventually, you will get used to her maneuvering you ass-up, so she will just opt to turning you onto your side, hitching one of your legs up onto her shoulder, and plowing into you. Like this, her cock is even deeper inside you, and it makes you moan upon each and every thrust.

And really, all you can do is get dizzy not just from her using your cunt however she wants, but from the way her muscles strain as she does so and how badly you'd like to sink your teeth into them. Maybe when they're in your reach, you will.

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saltybearbeard · 6 months ago

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I NEED HER SO BAD GOSH

RIDE OR DIE - KINKTOBER FIC

༄ FEATURING: Vi/Violet (Arcane)

༄ SUMMARY: After buying a pretty lingerie you thought you just had to show your girlfriend Vi and see if she likes it. And after seeing you in that seducing clothing, Vi just had to rip it off you.

༄ WARNINGS: smut, lingerie, sexting, nipple play (receiving), riding strap, having sex on the couch, table sex, slight bondage, cum play, squirting, finger sucking, nicknames, curses, yeah uhh simply said sex, overstimulation not really proofread!

༄ WORD COUNT: 3.3k

༄ AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This woman has so much power, I can really imagine her being able to do that. And all the fics on Tumblr rn…Gosh I‘m such a sucker for Kinktober. Keep your hands on the phones ladies, don‘t let them wander 🤫😏 Also what the fuck this woman has such strong back-muscles I wanna touch them so bad.

That was definitely not what you had anticipated.

Both of you are gasping and groaning as Vi repeatedly hits your g-spot and bruises your cervix while you sit on her lap with her cock deep inside you and your hands tied behind your back with your own panties. Not that you voiced any complains.

Really, everything seemed innocent at first. Perhaps not quite so innocent, but we won't pass judgment on that. You were just window shopping in some random mall, when you happened to find a few good pieces of clothing. You treated yourself to the items you required or desired, got yourself some ice cream (while keeping an eye out for potential thieves), and just took pleasure in the moment.

But of course you also needed underwear, and since you were too lazy to search for both — panties and bra — you decided to simply try on a set. So you made your way to a lingerie shop and stepped inside the shop and searched for the prettiest and most comfortable lingeries you could spot.

The store had a soft vanilla scent and a rose scent, and aside from two women bickering over who looked hotter in matching underwear, everything was quiet.

You discovered a quite comfortable black and slightly red lingerie set. You put it on fast and glanced at yourself in the closet mirror when you realized how well it fit. The bra was wonderfully cupping your breast, in a way it would make anyone fawn over you. And the panties were revealing your ass Vi sometimes leaves fingerprints on. marks of her big rough hands.

You then got an idea. A…rather naughty one at that. You quickly searched for matching thigh highs and pulled them up over your knees before standing before in front of the huge mirror and taking a picture yourself. Maybe she‘d join you next time when going shopping after she saw the pretty lingerie you were seducing her with.

you -> Vi, look I found a comfy set this time. Pretty sexy too. [two images attached] seen 7 min ago

Meanwhile Vi‘s eyes were threatening to fall out — unbeknownst to you of course. Are you doing that on purpose? Are you trying to get her to rail you right now? Do you really wanna get fucked dumb right now or what? Because one thing was for sure— Vi was soaking wet right now.

And you looked so fucking gorgeous in those sultry undies. It would be wonderful right now if she could just bend you over the table and screw your brains out. With a slight smirk on her lips, she gazed at her phone, mouth hanging open and letting out a low whistle.

VI <3 -> Come home, got a surprise for you too. And leave that on for now, you look good. seen 3 min ago

You almost chocked on your spit when you read her message. What was she gonna do to you when you get back home? Well, there was only one thing to do to find out.

You stepped into your shared apartment and noted how quiet it was. Normally there would be some noises, whether it‘s music or simple background noises from outside. There would always be some type of noise.

After you took off your jacket you slowly made your way towards the living room before calling out for your girlfriend. “Vi? Are you here?“ You called out, hearing faint sounds from the living room.

“Yeah, I‘m in the living room babe.“ Vi‘s voice responded through the silence. You stepped into the living room and you immediately tensed up and froze once you saw Vi sitting on the couch, a faint blush covering her cheeks as she held her phone and masturbated to the picture of you in your new lingerie.

And fuck, the sight was so arousing — her now wet hair sticking onto her sweaty face, hand between her thighs, fingers covered in her precum. Heavy pants leaving her red-pinkish lips as she looks up at you with half-lidded eyes. The sight sent straight pleasure between your legs and you rubbed your thighs together as you felt your new panties becoming soaking wet. The sight was simply so arousing, and the way she threw her head back and moaned sent you highway to heaven if it wasn’t so dirty.

“Did you send me that picture to tease me, hm~? Looking so damn good in that thing, making me all riled up?“

The way she smirked at you, staring at you like you were a mere prey, drove you insane. You grasped the fabric of your pants, as if your body was trying to escape the tease and simply ride Vi‘s dick right here right now. Your mind on the otherwise told you to keep the tease going — just for a little longer. But fuck, your resolve was already so weak. You wondered who would win — your mind or your body? It was only a matter of time until you would give in, until your body betrays you and you‘d submit yourself to your want — to your needs.

You tried to look oblivious to keep up the tease, but you knew — you just knew that sooner or later Vi would rip off those clothes from your body and make you hers once more.

“Hm? What do you mean babe? Oh you mean the picture of the lingerie, well I just wanted to show you what I bought. Wanna see it for real this time~?“

As you finished your sentence you could her Vi groan lowly before ushering you towards her, making you stand between her spread legs. Her fingers slowly trailed up your thigh, leaving behind a trail of fire in it‘s wake. Her finger slowly but surely tugged at your waistband before she spoke in a sultry voice. “Mind giving your girlfriend a show~?“

Gosh you were a hot mess from the sight and her request alone. How does this woman manage to turn you into a whimpering hot mess? Her voice, so smooth and the times it would drop about a octave whenever the situation was getting smoking hot. Her personality of a strong woman, and her looks. Because fuck, those muscles of hers manage to make your knees weak every single time. Whenever you‘re having a hot session she never fails to make you unable to walk for weeks with those back and hip muscles. And let‘s not even get started about her arm muscles — the way she could choke you, ram you into the nearest table or simply hold you down with only one of her hands sent you.

The way her request made your knees buckle beneath you, made your heart beat faster and make you a panting mess for her was insane. Those fingers tugging at your waistband being soaked in her own juices made you want to abandon your clothes and underwear as quick as possible. But for the sake of a good show you decided to show your favorite woman an excellent strip tease.

You let your hands wander above your chest and ran them along your collarbones. You brushed them against your neck before running them up over your stomach from your waist to your breasts. You played with the hem of your shirt before pulling it lightly up — just enough to reveal your belly button and letting the fabric fall again.

You felt her eyes trailing after every movement you made, noted the small changes in her breathing whenever she would see a little bit of your skin — skin that was practically begging to be marked, to be bitten and to be claimed. Her eyes were hungry, starving and devouring the sight before them. They were drinking in every detail, every curve, every slight contour of your skin. Her hands were itching to grasp your hips, to rip off that fabric that clung onto your body the more you teased her.

You slowly took of your shirt while making sure to keep her eyes on you when your stomach and bra was exposed. The hunger in Vi's eyes intensified and it felt like she was on fire. She reached out her hands to help you take off your bra — but to no use, you just took her hands and put them on her lap.

"Ugh. You enjoy teasing me don't you? C'mon babe, you riled me up enough."

Your girfriend groaned in frustration when you decided to keep uo the strip twase and tugged at the waistband of your pants. Yeah, you definitly knew you were playing with fire — but if it gets Vi to crumble and just go for it, it would be worth it.

You slowly undid your pants and pulled them down, revealing each inch of your thighs and legs when you did. The thighs only Vi could get between and no one else. She has proven that many times and surely didn't dissapoint.

You let out a small yelp as Vi's patience began to slowly but surely crumble and become thin and she pulled you onto her lap with an iron grip — definitly having no intention to let go anytime soon. You swore you would have several markibgs on your body if she'd keep her grip on you like that.

"Vi~ What's wrong? Can't handle a little strip tease~?"

You let out another gasp of surprise when she decided to spanked your ass and tug on your panties. She leaned forward with a small smirk grazing her lips as she nibbled at your earlobe a bit before whispering.

"I think you're enjoying this too much aren't you~? You just want me to fuck you sensless right here, right now. To fuck you into the couch and fuck you raw, don't you?"

You gulped when you felt her hot breath fawning over your skin and begins to nip at your neck, her teeth grazing your skin. Yeah she's so gonna fuck you up tonight. Not like you mind anyways.

"Maybe...but if I do...would you really mind?"

Your response came out in a breathless whisper since Vi was nibbling, sucking and biting marks into you skin — the hand on your butt also leaving her claim on you. Her nails lightly digging into your skin, red marks blooming like flowers before she delivers another careful yet firm smack on your ass-cheek.

"So desperate, aren't you princess~? But hell na, I surely don't mind~ In fact, I'm quite ebjoying the fact that only I can make that pretty pussy wet and soaking..."

Your eyes widened when you heard something rip before you felt her fingers tease your clit.

"In fact, I like that only I know exactly what this pussy needs...What you're craving for. But of course–"

You felt her tie your wrists together with something wet...It took you a moment to realize that she had ripped off your panties to tie you up with them. You let out a small whine once you realized how the tables have turned. She‘s got full control of the situation now.

“– I gotta clarify who‘s in charge here~“

And just then you felt her push her index finger into you — slowly, making sure you would feel each and every inch of her finger. The feeling of her fingers pressing into your walls sent you drooling, and fuck — Vi almost seemed to enjoy this even more then you. She picked up the pace and the next second she was fucking you with her rough fingers, abusing your sopping wet cunt while trailing her other hand over your bra.

And after her next move you were a goner. She ripped of your bra before attaching her lips onto your erected nipples, sucking and swirling around themselves, making sure to repeat that action over and over with both of them. Her pace would never even once falter, not when you looked so good when throwing your head back in pleasure and moaning out her name. It only made her push a second finger into you. Vi bit and sucked and bruised every inch of skin she could reach, her fingers curling inside of you. You were so close.

“Vi, Vi, gonna cum, please I‘m gonna-“ your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt her insert a third finger.

“Do it. Cum all over my fingers baby.“

And just like that, you saw white. You came so fucking hard from just her fingers, panting and trembling slightly as she helped you ride out your orgasm. That was at least before she pulled out her strap and tapped your pussy with it.

“C‘mon, you do some work too. You didn’t think we‘d be done just now, did you?“

You bit your lip and groaned slightly at the sensation. Your pussy was dripping wet, and fuck, you could just straight up sink down on her. So you did. You positioned yourself above her before pushing her cock past your folds into your tight warm cunt. You let out a small moan when you felt her member fill your insides before moving to ride her.

With her hands bruising your ass, her lips attached onto your left nipple — sucking and swirling her tongue around it, her dick deep inside of you, stretching your insides there was probably nothing that could make you feel better. You kissed Vi messily to which she responded to by pushing her tongue past your lips, her tongue exploring each and every corner of your insides.

The room smelled salty and sweaty, the air was thick and smelled like sex as the two of you made out. You messily rode her thick cock but huffed in frustration when you couldn‘t ride her properly due to your hands being tied. You‘d probably lose your balance and need to adjust every few seconds. Vi noticed the frustration on your face and smirked.

“What‘s wrong princess?“

Oh to hell with that smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Can‘t do anything without me now, can you?“

And just like that, her hands gripped your hips in an almost bruising hold before thrusting up into you, making your walls squeeze her dick tightly. She buckled her hips up into yours before hitting your g-spot over and over again as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you chocked out moans and helpless cries as you tugged on the panties that tied your wrists together.

Her pace was relentless and rough pushing you nearer and closer to the edge with every movement. Her strong hips snapped into yours, her dick bruising your cervix, making your velvet walls tighten around her. Her fingers were leaving marks on your skin, and before you could process anything she already had her mouth attached to one of your nipples again — all while pounding your poor dripping pussy, not giving you a break.

Her dick was sliding in and out of you as she keeps sucking on each of your nipples harshly, smirking proudly at your breathless moans and cries of pleasure. She took pride in that she turned you into this pretty, dirty mess.

“That‘s it gorgeous, keep making those sounds for me and me only. You like me pounding you like this, hm? Like it when I take control ans turn you into a mess? Go on. Answer me.“

Oh the way she made you crumble. How were you supposed to be able to answer when her dick was stretching you out so deliciously? It was unfair of her — expecting an answer from you when you were in such a weak state — fucking you into oblivion and marking you up over and over again. Your neck was for sure gonna have purple and red marks tomorrow. Marks she had sucked into your skin. Love bites littered over them, adding to the affect. To Vi‘s affect.

You groaned in pleasure when she pressed her hand onto your stomach, pressing down on the bulge her dick made inside of you. You whined, whimpered and clenched your hands before feeling your orgasm approach. You couldn’t help but clench down on her cock which only made Vi‘s smirk stretch wider.

“You gonna cum for me baby? Go on, cum on this dick, cum for me. Now.“

Just like that she was pounding away in you, fucking her strap up into you and burying the strap deep inside of you. Her grip on you was merciless and it didn’t take long until your vision went white.

“Vi! Gonna cum, gonna-! Agh~!“

Your legs trembled when you came on her dick — so hard anybody could have thought you squirted. You were breathless even once you calmed down from your orgasm. Vi had bit down on your neck several times and had turned you into a mess right in her lap. You took a few deep breaths before leaning your forehead between her shoulder and chest area.

Snap!!!

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"You didn't think we'd be done this soon, did you?"

Violet sent you a wolfish grin, one that meant you weren't getting out of the situation anytime soon.

"A-Aghh~!"

She had bent you over the nearby desk, now standing in between your thighs, fucking her cock deep into you. She was pounding into you more than before, with an almost primal need. Her speed as fast — fuck she was way faster and better than any dildo or vibrator made you feel. Hitting your g-spot over and ovet again had you drooling and gasping under her, her fingers suddenly stuffed in your mouth making you clean her cum stained fingers. Cum that belonged to you, you noted. She hadn't cum yet — probably to get herself sensitive to shoot more cum than usual into your abused hole. Her mouth hovering over your the whole time, not leaving for a second while fucking you onto the table had you moaning uncontrollably. Both of you were close. Vi sensed you clenching down harder on her than ever, as if she‘s the only thing that kept you from going completely insane. She could feel your nails scratching her back, like a cat digging its nails into a fresh caught victim. She fastened her brutal pace, growling into your skin before speaking.

“Go on baby. Cum. Cum for me, I‘m close too. Let go and cream on this dick right now.“

With one last harsh trust into your sopping cunt she shot her load, emptying herself over your breast as she bit down on your neck, pushing you over the edge once again. And oh- the orgasm hit you harder than expected. Your pussy was fluttering and you cried out with a loud scream of her name, unintentionally squirting on the table before it drips down, soaking the floor. The aftershocks from your orgasm stayed for minutes — and you were able to feel Violet move a bit away from you to completely take in the mess you made. A mess she had created.

“Damn babe. Didn’t think you‘d cum as hard as you did. Not like I‘m complaining about it~“

Soft kisses, gentle whispers and a massage are the must things she‘d do after your intense session. Yeah, your legs were nor in a stable state for about a week, but at least you had your girlfriend on your wide to help you through. After all, she always gets all soft and gentle with you in the aftermath.

For now, you’d just let her carry you to the tub and run you a bath. You can always complain and nag playfully later.

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saltybearbeard · 1 year ago

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What do you mean I made a compilation of his kiss scenes? Uhh I would never????

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🗝₊˚⊹♡ — thinking of daughter of hephaestus!reader awkwardly trying to flirt with luke castellan

luke first approached you in need of a new sword after some child of ares completely shattered his old one.

at first, you were confused as to why luke chose you specifically. but after the initial confusion wore off, butterflies immediately flared up deep within your tummy when the realization hit. luke chose you.

of course, you tried to rationalize the decision. all the other hephaestus children who were on blacksmith duty clearly had busier workloads. you, on the other hand, had your schedule cleared.

but still... the way luke smiled so politely at you, spoke to you with a gentle respectfulness — you were almost convinced he was thinking of kissing you. almost.

usually, your clients would leave and come back when you were finished, but luke stayed and watched your every move. asking you questions, humming in agreement and nodding his head, keeping his eyes on you. the whole exchange had you on edge, but every time you cracked a joke and heard him laugh, your already tense muscles loosened up just a smidge.

luke watched in awe as you hammered the glowing metal into his desired shape. you made it look so easy, and you didn't even flinch when some of the sparks caught on your uniform.

"and this... doesn't hurt? like at all?" luke asked as you handled the metal forged from fire.

and all you could do was smirk at him, sweat appearing on your hairline. "not at all, pretty boy,"

you gulped as those words left your mouth, but luke didn't seem to mind as he let out a breathless chuckle and looked down and away. was he... blushing?

you took the nearly-finished piece and plunged it into the bucket of water sitting off to the side, hearing it sizzle and watching the water boil almost immediately.

"sounds like a benihana's!" you commented, voice raised over the sound of sizzling metal. your face burned as luke looked at you with confusion and your face fell. "you never... been to a benihana's before?" luke shook his head, and you wanted stick your head into the forging fires.

when you handed luke the finished product, his face immediately lit up. taking a step back, he began to test it out, and you watched with slightly parted lips as you took your front-row seat for luke's swordsmanship.

"this is incredible," luke said, genuinely. "thank you so much. you're a life-saver,"

before you could say anything else, luke was already off to who-knows-where, but not before he's stopped by a couple of aphrodite girls who began to ooh and ahh at his new toy. dressed in all pink, smelling like luxury and springtime.

you pressed your lips together tightly before forcing yourself to swallow down the lump in your throat.

no time to feel like shit about yourself. you have to get back to work.

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HELLO MY LOVE YOU'VE SEEN ENOLA HOLMES 2 AND NOW IT'S MY TIME TO SHINE.

Okay so hear me out, Tewksbury x reader where the reader is a matchstick girl and she lives in one of those shared accommodation houses but she can't stand the cramped space of it. She goes for late-night walks every night to get away and Tewksbury looks out his window every night when he's closing his curtains or something and always sees her walking alone. So, one night he goes out and walks with her until it gets to the point where it's a routine they have and Tewksbury meets the reader outside of their place every night at a certain time so they can walk together. Idk about anything else but maybe a little 'I like you' confession comes from it after they've got to know each other or something.

I'm so sorry for this but ily xoxo

it is always your time to shine eva

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Your nails are stained again. Despite the fact that you’ve been taking great care to stay away from the damning phosphorus powder– you’re in charge of chopping up the small pieces of wood that become the sticks on the match, not even near the accursed white dust– it’s still there, turning your nails an unsettling darker shade after some time has passed.

You knew that life wouldn’t be easy when you took up your new life as a matchstick girl, but at least it was a job you could have, and surely that would make things better. It’s the little things, though, that get to you in the end. The way the phosphorus dust gets into everything. The exhaustion that hangs over you like a cloud, refusing to cease dogging your heels wherever you go. The fact that even when you finish the day’s work, your place of residence feels no more like a home than the factory.

Most matchstick girls live in shared accommodation houses, and you’re no different. You split a small room with two other girls, and although you’re glad they’re nice and try not to infringe on your own personal space, you don’t really get a lot of time to yourself. It’s easy to snap to a temper, and on evenings like this, you’re unable to stop the irritation from coursing through your veins.

There’s only one surefire solution to get out of your own head, and that’s to get out of the accommodation house before you go mad. You tell the other girls that you’re heading out, and they nod in passive acceptance as they always do. Slipping out into the dark streets, you breathe a quiet sigh of relief at the absence of stifling sound. The cool air is a balm on your cheeks, and you treasure the sensation of finally not being shoulder to shoulder with people as you go.

You’ve come to appreciate your evening walks ever since you started work at the matchstick factory. You might have to give every other one of your hours to work, to your roommates, to this dratted city and its wheels that never stop spinning, but at least out here it’s just you and your own thoughts. Two blocks down, you’re already feeling better.

Or, you’re feeling better until you run smack into someone else. You have a habit of sinking into your own thoughts when no one needs you for anything. Maybe that was the case tonight. It would at least explain why you didn’t notice the man in front of you until you’re colliding with him.

Unable to stamp down a quick fire of outrage over this boy ruining your one time to yourself, you narrow your eyes and shoot him an angry remark. “Watch where you’re going! The pavement is wide. Walk anywhere else, why don’t you?”

It’s only once the bitter words have left your lips that you realize you haven’t walked into any old worker or drunk, but a gentleman, and a nicely dressed one to boot. His collar is crisp, his demeanor perfect. Everything about him screams that he is not someone to be trifled with, and you’ve just snapped at him.

Your eyes grow wide and you frantically sputter out apologies. “I’m so sorry– thought you were someone else— it’s my fault, really, don’t mind it–”

The young man’s not angry, though. In fact, he’s actually grinning. “I think it was my problem, actually. I walked straight into you, you were totally right to call me out.”

If there’s any emotion strong enough to snap you out of your regret, it would be strong surprise, kind of what you’re feeling now. “What?”

He laughs. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, that’s my mistake. I apologize, miss.”

You snort before you can stop yourself. “I’m hardly worth that title.”

Far from brushing off the encounter and continuing on with his destination, the young man’s smile drops. “Why not?”

You gesture incredulously between the two of you. Come to think of it, you think you’ve seen his face in the newspapers of a friend of yours. Isn’t this boy the viscount who’s recently been making waves in the House of Lords?

“I’m not exactly the sort of person you usually interact with,” you point out, “anyway, I’m a complete stranger and you have no idea who I am, yet alone if you should argue with me about a title or not.”

“If we’re not to be arguing,” he muses, “I think that means you need to accept the title. I already have. Besides, you’re not a stranger. I’ve seen you walking here before.”

You stare at him, confusion starting to morph into annoyance once more. Who is this boy to be messing with you like this? “We’ve never spoken. We’re strangers.”

You bow your head once in a quick goodbye, and move to continue walking down the street. The young man, however, just keeps pace by your side. Infuriating. “We should fix that, then. Perhaps if I accompany you on your walk, we would be better suited to knowing more about each other.”

You arch a brow. “Absolutely not. This cannot continue.”

“Why not?” He asks, bemused.

You’re less entertained. “This is not going to work out, obviously. You’re you, and rich, and I’m me of all people, and–”

The young man lifts a shoulder casually. “Of course it’s not going to work out. It doesn’t have to, you know. Not everything has to be right. Sometimes we can just do things because we like them at the moment.”

“I don’t know that’s the best mindset for a politician to have,” you say, regarding him suspiciously.

His eyes flash with victory. “I thought you didn’t know who I was.”

“I can still claim ignorance if I wish,” you reply, keeping your voice purposefully even. It takes great effort on your part.

The boy shakes his head, still nothing but offhand in his manner of addressing you. “I’d prefer you didn’t. That being said, if we’re going to be even, I’d have to know who you are, and I don’t. Not yet, at least. I think that means we have to spend more time together. You know, so I can fix that.”

You fold your arms across your chest as you walk. “Most certainly not. I am merely trying to take a walk, and you are bothering me. Why should I tell you anything about myself?”

“Because I asked?” He mentions helpfully, “Here, I’ll start. My name is Tewkesbury. I live down the road. I’m exceedingly friendly, or so I’m told.”

He looks at you meaningfully, and you sigh. “Fine. I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N. I live near here. I like to take walks by myself, with no bothersome boys interrupting me.”

He laughs. “Surely I can’t be that bothersome.”

You risk a glance his way. “Why not?”

Tewkesbury gestures in front of you. “Probably because we’ve been walking for so long that we’re back at your house and you haven’t even noticed yet.”

You redirect your gaze forward once more and blink in surprise when you realize that he’s right. It hadn’t felt like all that long that the two of you had been talking, but yet it had. When you look back at him, Tewkesbury is smiling proudly. You don’t think it irritates you as much as it has earlier, though.

He must be able to sense this small victory over your heart, because Tewkesbury pushes his luck even further with a kiss to your hand before managing to extort a promise to see you again the next night. You have every intention of blowing him off, but, well, you really can’t stand spending so much time cloistered in your small room, so you might happen to show up to the same street at the same time the following evening.

You were only half sure that he would be there, but yes– just down the block, Tewkesbury is waiting for you again. This time, he offers you his arm like a true gentleman. You take it just to spite him, but when you’re still holding onto him at the end of the walk again, you have to admit that you might be doing it for yourself as well.

Such is the rhythm that the two of you develop over the following weeks. Soon enough, you’re instinctively relying on Tewkesbury to be there for you every evening. Even on nights when he comes straight to your street after work, practically about to drop dead from exhaustion, Tewkesbury always stays long enough to walk with you before he goes back.

If you didn’t know better, you’d say that you rely on that time with him just as much as Tewkesbury. Despite your best efforts at guarding your heart, each evening with him comes to be the spotlight of the day. Maybe work in the matchstick factory is difficult like nothing else, maybe you’re certain that your life will never get better, but there is that blessed time in the evening when it’s just the two of you. When the streetlights come on, when the sun sinks below the horizon, you feel yourself growing lighter at the thought that you’ll see him soon enough.

You just can’t help it; Tewkesbury makes you happy, he really does. He listens to you like no one else, and he means what he says, every word. Despite the fact that the two of you should never have interacted in your lives, you did, and somehow that coincidence makes it all better. He’d fight Fate off if it meant one more evening with you, and you’d return the favor every time.

Soon enough, you realize that the two of you are dancing around the strength of that truth. Conversation has never been difficult with him, but for some reason there’s this one topic that both you and him are absolutely terrified to bring up. Every time someone comes remotely close to it, you’re conjuring up subject changes faster than the blink of an eye.

Somehow, you get the feeling that were you to speak your feelings aloud, if you actually dared linger on the fact that you like Tewkesbury better than anyone for a very specific reason, the entire illusion that you get to keep him for yourself would all fall to pieces. Of course this isn’t real, not really. Someone like Tewkesbury was not meant to fall in love with someone like you.

That being said, pretending that he could be yours is something spectacular. In those evenings with him, you can almost convince yourself that it’s true. Then you wake up to newspaper articles the next morning about how Tewkesbury is constantly sought after at balls, how every eligible girl in the city is practically throwing herself at him, and you remember the truth. There’s not a chance that he would pick you out of everyone, not in a million years.

Still, Tewkesbury does have a knack for making you forget that. He smiles at you in a way that makes you feel like you’re the only one in the world. He could tell you that he’d run away with you forever, and you’d believe him, you’d believe him a thousand times over.

Sometimes you almost think he wants to ask such a thing. His gazes have grown lingering as of late, his stares speak of more secrets than he dares to tell you.

At last, one spring evening he dares to speak it into existence. The two of you have finished the evening’s stroll, but neither of you really want to leave the other quite yet. Instead, you stand together in silence, keeping close in the hopes that one of you will come up with an excuse to stay even a little bit longer.

Tewkesbury’s breath hitches in his chest. “Do you ever think about us?”

“Every night when I see you waiting for me, obviously,” you joke, but neither of you can really laugh for long.

He shakes his head. “More than that. What if we were something else? Not friends, but something better than that.”

You take a step back, closing yourself off instinctively. “I think we both know that can’t happen.”

“What if it did?” He whispers to you, voice half carried away by the wind.

You stay silent a moment, two, perhaps an eternity. “I’d like that very much,” you say at last.

The impossibilities are unavoidable, but the two of you try to duck around them anyway. “If it could be,” Tewkesbury murmurs, “tell me you’d choose me.”

He reaches out, takes your hand in the dark. The streetlight overhead goes out, no one sees. Still, the secret burns between the two of you, and that is enough. “Every time.”

You can sense his smile even despite the shadows. “I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow.” Just like always.

You answer him in the night, in the dark, in the uncertainty. “I’ll be waiting.” It is truer than anyone would know.

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