#BUT the waistband is honestly too small/tight so i need it removed and then replaced with something

[brehaaorgana]

Okay so: Does anyone know of a good book or resource explaining the best types of fabrics, cuts/patterns, etc to look for when thrifting, when knowing that you will probably need to tailor the thrifted clothing?

And maybe also "how" to do those smaller alterations yourself, although I think I would be fine just taking pieces I find to a tailor.

@readandneedle do you know this? I want to know what I should just get rid of bc tailoring wouldn't be worth it vs like, what I can alter easily without the seamstress wanting to murder me.

I have a generally good sense of major brands and their construction quality, but less so "what is a total bitch to take in, let out, or otherwise change up."

[littlesniggy]

I wanna feel you

cuteykat: Hi I have a request. Do you think I can get either Zoro, Mihawk, crocodile or Sanji ( I can’t choose so I’ll let you choose) having sex with there gf who is a virgin?

The gf would be smart, tall, insecure about being chubby and her back due to mutiple battle wounds and almost dying so she has a rod replacing part of her spine. But is also very very sweet and caring, also seems very innocent but is very very submissive.

If you want to know any kinks I guess rough sex, degradation and praise

Please and thank you!! ❤️❤️💙💙❣️❣️💜💜

Hey! Thank you for your request and I hope I could do it justice since there were a lot of details to your reader. I tried to put everything in so I hope you like it. I chose Sir Crocodile btw. Please enjoy!

Warning: 18+, nsfw, slight degradation, name calling, virigin reader

Paring: Sir Crocodile x chubby female reader

Word count: 2.1k

You’ve never thought that those big, cruel hands could be this gentle. You’ve only seen them hurt or kill but with you they were different. They wandered down your back, feeling the scars on your skin, a small shiver ran down your spine. The cool metal of his hook caressed your cheek, his slightly chopped lips moved against yours.

You were nervous, to say the least. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose but you were talking about your first time. You’ve heard rumors that it would hurt – a lot and you were a little scared. But he was making sure you were feeling comfortable, being the gentleman he always claimed to be out in public.

His hand travelled over your side, feeling the soft tissue under his touch, kneading it in his big hand. You instinctively inched away from his touch, breaking the kiss and looking to the floor slightly blushed.

“Don’t.” he hummed, pulling you closer to him again, pressing your body against his. “I wanna feel you.”

His lips found your again after he lifted your chin with his hook, kissing you more passionately. You were slightly overwhelmed by his sudden change in pace and tried to keep up with him. You felt his clothed dick press against your lower stomach, blushing even more at the feeling.

Your hands shakily found their way to his chest, feeling his hard muscles under your touch. He purred into the kiss, you could feel his grin against your lips, obviously content that you showed some sort of initiative. You could feel him flex under his skin, slowly pushing you towards his big bed.

Meanwhile, his hand explored your body, appreciating your body with slight squeezes, massaging you while his hand slowly but surely found its way to your waistband, opening the button. You tensed again but didn’t inch away this time, letting him continue to open your pants and letting them fall down to the floor, leaving you in your panties.

He broke the kiss, taking a step back and eying your body. You tried to cover your body with your arms, feeling exposed and at his mercy like this. At the same time it had your cunt feel wet, creating a wet spot in your panties.

“I said don’t! Stop covering yourself in front of me!” his voice was harsh, leaving no room to argue. You yelped softly, lowering your arms to let him take a better look at your body. “If you cover yourself up again, I will get mad. I want you to listen to me.” Was his last warning and you knew you didn’t want him to be mad at you.

You nodded, biting your lip and not knowing what to do while he seemed to try and remember every inch of your curves, every part you yourself felt insecure about he seemed to admire. His eyes were glistering with each new part they explored. “Turn around.” He hummed, expecting you to follow his order.

“But-“ Crocodile’s expression hardened, making you flinch. “Do I really have to repeat myself, Y/n?” he asked. The wetness between your legs grew to his question, your body somewhat wanting to test his boundaries and see what he’d do if you disobeyed him. But for now you followed his demand, turning around and exposing your back to the man behind you.

You couldn’t see his face but you felt his pleased smirk. His hand came up again, feeling the soft and red tissues of your scars and following the outlines of your spin, part of it being replaced by a rod. His hand moved down to your ass, kneading the flesh in his hand. Meanwhile his hook pulled down your panties, leaving you now completely exposed.

He held the small piece of clothes in front of his face, inspecting the damp fabric. “And I haven’t even touched you down there, Y/n. Why is that?” he asked, his voice sounding more than amused. You were about to turn your head to look at him but you thought better than to act on your own.

“I…I don’t know.” You answered honestly. Crocodile hummed coming closer to you and letting your panties dangle in front of your face, making you blush at the sight. “See? Such a dirty girl. Already longing for my dick, aren’t you?” you whimpered at his words, rubbing your legs together.

“Get down on the bed and on your knees.” Again, he left no room to argue and so you followed his order. Your cunt was now exposed to his eyes, dripping with your juice and almost screaming for him to touch you. The warlord stepped closer, resting his hand on your big ass, following your curves but leaving your cunt out. The tip of his hook scratched slightly over your skin; your sides, your back, your boobs, your thighs – he didn’t leave anything out. Your whimpering got louder, your body pressing against his touch to feel him more.

“Crocodile….please…touch me….there.” you got quieter towards the end, feeling embarrassed at your words but your pussy wanted attention as well. “Huh? The little virgin is getting more demanding? You want me to put my finger inside of you?” he asked, his finger circling your inner thigh but not touching your cunt whatsoever. “P-Please.” You whispered. “What? I couldn’t quite hear you.” He let his hand slide between your thick thighs, stroking them up and down, kneading the soft flesh but still didn’t touch you where you really wanted, needed him to touch you.

“Please, touch me!” you almost screamed when he let his finger brush against your wet core, rubbing it between your folds, feeling your slick juice on his skin. The excited feeling inside your stomach grew with every rub of his finger. Your soft pants had his dick twitch in his tight pants, demanding to finally be free. But he restrained himself, trying to concentrate on your quivering body in front of him.

You felt his finger poke at your entrance and slowly pushing past your wet lips, feeling how you tightened around his digit. “Relax. It’s just a finger.” He said, trying to sound reassuring. You mewled under him, eyes closed and trying to relax around his finger. It hurt but you knew he would stop if it got too painful for you.

He started moving his finger in and out slowly, watching your reaction of any sign of discomfort. “Good girl. Just relax….” His praise had you clench around his finger and he chuckled, about to add another finger. “You like being called a good girl, Y/n? Do you like to please me?” he added the second finger with his words, eliciting a moan from your body. It was a weird and foreign feeling but you couldn’t say that it was completely uncomfortable.

After adding another finger and stretching your core, preparing you for his dick, he removed his fingers and you heard a rustling behind you, imagining how Crocodile opened his pants and pulling his dick out. You heard a sigh coming from him and a quiet but slick sound. You had to turn your head and saw him stroking his dick, pre-cum coating his length.

The man smirked almost sadistically when he kneeled behind you on the mattress. He let go of his dick and suddenly grabbed your hair, pushing your head down onto the soft mattress and leaning over you until his mouth was right next to your ear. “Did I allow you to look at me, Y/n?” he growled, his dick pressing against your entrance.

“N-no.” you answered but you were more focused on your cunt being teased by his dick. You wanted to feel him already, any thought of doubt or fear long gone. “Don’t think just because it’s your first time I’ll let you get away with it. I need to punish you.” He whispered as he slowly pressed his dick against your cunt, needing a little bit of force to push past your entrance. A painful gasp escaped your lips and you tightened around his member. It felt more than uncomfortable and you pressed your eyes shut, inhaling deeply to try and relax around him.

Crocodile halted, giving you time to adjust around him before he pushed further. It took all his self-control not to just thrust into you. He wanted to punish you, not to hurt you and potentially ruin any further intimate intercourse with you. He started nibbing at your ear, his hand moving down from your head, over your back and to your front, fondling your breast. His hook stroked circles on your skin, slowly moving over your tummy and down to your sex.

You felt the tip of his hook press slightly against your clit, eliciting a jolt of pleasure through your body. You moaned softly, giving Crocodile the sign to continue pressing into you. His hook played surprisingly skillful with your clit, making you relax more and more around him until he was finally completely buried inside of you.

“You take me so well, Y/n. You’re so tight.” He praised, panting into your ear.

When he started moving, he let his hips snap back fast before pulling out slowly again. It was a big contrast, the slow motion of pulling out, letting you feel every inch of his dick before he pressed the air out of your lungs with a quick snap. You moaned at his doing, your clit still being played with.

The painful feeling that had taken in your mind in the beginning was now slowly replaced by pleasure. He increased his pace, his hot breath ghosting your ear, making you shiver.

His thrusts were now coming short but steady, his force increasing as well. He straightened back up again, letting his hand rest on your hip and thrusting his dick deep inside of you, your hips moving against his. He growled in pleasure while listening to your shameless moans. “You dirty little slut. Your virginity is taken and you already act like a needy whore who would do anything to feel a dick inside of her.” He smacked your ass, your tight walls clenching around him.

“Are you a need whore, Y/n?” he asked, smacking your ass again. You moaned, throwing your head back, your hips moving on their own against his. “Yes….!” You moaned to his question, a groan rumbling through his chest. “My little whore….do you like it when I take you hard? When I dominate you?” “Y-yes…!” another smack, another moan.

“Was this the reason you were already wet before I even touched you? Do you like it when I’m being rough with you?” just his deep voice alone would’ve had you moan out loud but when your brain comprehended what he just said you couldn’t help but almost scream his name while his dick was now mercilessly ramming into your hot core.

You could feel your climax rush closer. You wanted to hold back, relishing the feeling of being filled completely and not wanting to let go of it just yet. But you were too inexperienced, a desperate moan indicating your limit to Crocodile. “Do you want me to make you cum, my little whore?” he asked, his voice strained and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer than you. He usually lasted longer than this but your submission and the fact that you were taking him so well for the first time had him more excited than usually.

“I…I’m gonna cum! Please, let me cum!” you pleaded, not daring to cum without his permission but also knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold it off much longer. “I said I would punish you but I guess this can wait for next time. Cum!” with a particularly hard thrust he had you screaming, a wave of emotions hit you like you’ve never been hit before and your walls tightened around his dick tightly.

You were panting heavily, your body being moved forth and back by his continued thrusts, only barely noticing him cumming soon after, his hot semen filling you up.

When he was completely spend he carefully pulled back, watching his cum drip out your core, a little bit of blood mixed in-between. But you didn’t seem to be in pain so he didn’t say anything. You collapsed on the bed, totally exhausted but happy. Crocodile carefully laid down on top of you, making sure not to put too much weight on your hurt back.

“Are you alright, dear?” he asked, kissing your neck before lying down next to you. You turned your head to him, smiling at him with the gently smile he adored so much. “I am.” You confirmed, inching closer into his embrace, resting your head against his chest. “Good. That means I can go all out next time.”

[skelanonymous]

Day 5 - Size Difference

I’m working on Orgasm Denial, Monsterfucking, and the long game of the Body Swap one. Might do a few more short ones tho. 

Day Five - Size Difference - Kustard (Bara!Sans)

“Are you sure about this Red?” Sans stared down at his very nervous boyfriend. Red took a few deep breaths, backing up to look up at his task at hand.

Sans was almost twice his height, and twice his width. Sans’s hands covered half of his ribcage. Sitting in his lap, Sans could kiss the top of his head, but only if he bent his neck down. Kissing him was almost suffocating at times, and Red’s attempts at oral had always ended in something that Sans found adorable but Red found frustrating.

“Yeah, I just gotta work up to it.” Red climbed up into Sans’s lap, determined that today would be the day. He’d finally please Sans the way he pleased Red. 

“I’m flattered you wanna Red, but I told you, I’m fine just playing with you.” Sans cupped Red’s cheek (well, head), and Red leaned into it. “It’s not like I’m dating you for sex.”

“I know. But you do this for me all the time. If I can do this, then maybe…” Red blushed, shaking at the thought of what he was going to attempt. “I can please you even half as well as you please me.” Red kissed the hand, then pushed it away to take off his jacket.

“You already do darling, but if you’re sure, we’ll take it nice and slow.” Sans helped Red remove his clothes, tossing them to the side of the bed. They were at Sans’s place, and Sans was only in a T-shirt and boxers, having almost gone to bed when his boyfriend had come over. Red stripped down to just his boxers, standing up on Sans’s thighs to drop them.

“Oh, babe.” Sans stared down at the delicious display before him.

Red put his hands on Sans’s shoulders, glorious red ecto covering his torso, pelvis, and parts of his limbs. He could practically taste Red from here, staring at the wet pussy between his legs. Standing like this put him just above Sans’s face; it was fun to lean down and be kissed for a change.

Red groaned at Sans’s thick tongue working its way into his mouth. Red couldn’t really run out of air, no lungs, but this did make him feel lightheaded. Sans pulled back when the hands on his body clutched his collarbone tightly.

“You back on earth love?” Sans half lidded gaze raked over the cute red blush on Red’s face.

“Mmhmm. Where do we start?” 

“With a snack.” Red was flipped onto the bed, Sans pinning him with one hand, not that he needed to hold Red down, just hold him still.

“This is supposed to be about you!” Red tried to get up, but fell back when Sans put his thick finger directly inside him. “Saaaaaans.”

“You need some prep if I’m even gunna humor your idea.” He wiggled it around, chuckling at Red’s moans and then gasps when he licked his clit. Red bucked and whimpered, only ceasing when Sans replaced the finger with his tongue.

“You’re gunna need to f-f-f-ffffffffff-AHHHHHHH.” His tongue finally really got going, slurping up some of his favorite flavor. “FUCK! Fit three fucking fingers!”

Sans couldn’t respond, his mouth was full, but he did look up at Red’s face with glowing eyes, holding his ribs down enough to cause Red to squirm. He tapped each of his three middle fingers in turn, letting Red feel their weight and size, turning him on even more.

Sans lapped up all of Red’s juices spacing out staring out his cute, overwhelmed face.

Sans honestly never expected to be able to have Red. He was a pretty big guy, and he knew Red was terrified of him at first. Red hadn’t lived this long trusting huge people who could crush him. And even when he had fallen for the cute face who also loved jokes and science, he wasn’t sure that Red would accept him that way. AND THEN, when he did, his main concern was that he couldn’t sexually please Sans with his own body. Sans couldn’t give a damn, he got more than enough in exchange.

There was a small part of him though that was desperately curious to see if he could though. 

He pulled his tongue out when Red laid bonelessly moaning and sensitive. The two fingers fit without much complaint.

“Saaaaans…”Red thrusted against the large fingers, groaning and trying to shove them deeper just with canting from his pelvis. “More, more of you, more!”

“If you want it that bad, we’ll step it up.” The third was a tight fit, but Red’s mind was too gone to mind. Red had taken three fingers before, he had bigger goals today.

“Oh fuck, Sans, fuck, I want it so baaad.” Red gasped and thrust recklessly against them. God, the stretching drove him wild. Red didn’t know if he could be satisfied with anything less ever again. Taking Sans could ruin him, make him unsateable for life by anyone else, but he was in too deep, too desperate to please the love of his life.

“Fuck Red, I’m gunna add a fourth. You’re doing so good babe.” Sans could feel his own erection trying to escape his boxers. Red might be able to, holy fuck. Even if he couldn’t, the idea that he might threatened to drive Sans insane.

“AAAAAAAAAAH!” Red’s body convulsed at the width it could fit, mind going blank at the resistance of his ecto to the intruding fingers. Sans only kept finger fucking him under he got a clean slide in and out without Red groaning in discomfort. He left them inside Red, waiting until Red’s brain clicked on enough to actually hear him, to speak back.

“Red, earth to Red. You’re sexy as fuck and I’d go to hell for you, over.”

“Hello earth, this is Red, over. I’m…” Red looked down to his face, meeting Sans’s eyes and taking a huge gulp of air. “...ready to come in for a landing. Over.”

“Red, are you-” Sans felt his soul flip around, suddenly lying on his back. Red whimpered at the fingers being gone, managing to get around his large boyfriend and climb on top of Sans, dropping directly over the rather large bulge in his shorts.

He grabbed at Sans’s waistband, pulling down until he finally set the bulge free.

The thick blue ectocock stood about as tall as his sternum, the huge tip widening down to a width that exceeded the four fingers he had taken earlier. He stood up, straddling Sans’s waist, adjusting just right to have the tip touch his waiting entrance.

“Safe word is Orion.” Red, nervously licking his teeth and lightly rubbing the tip against himself, locked eyes with Sans.

Sans looked incredulous, clearly trying to burn this into his memory. His cock twitched at the thought, Red forced to sway with the weight of it. He leaned onto it, just until it began to stretch him further than the fingers had.

“I...can do this…” Red dropped a little further. He was so, so full. How much had he taken?

After a quick glance down, he determined a third was in, two thirds to go. He’d need to put more weight into it to even attempt to sink down.

Sans was losing his fucking mind. Red’s face glowed as bright as their ectos, even only a third of the way down his cock. That’s as far as he got before he paused. He could see the very clear outline of dick right through Red’s body. Oh, this was so worth it, maybe Red would let him just fuck him with the tip, because this was too good to walk aw-

“holy fucking shit Red”

Red had gotten down to kneeling on Sans’s lap, two thirds now, and stuck just above the thickest part of the cock. He was as far up as kneeling could leave him.

“You’re so fucking thick Sans, I can barely take iiiiiiiiit!” Red’s mouth kept opening and closing, huffing out all the breath in his body. The line of Sans’s dick glowed fiercely in him, definitely protruding far above his pelvis and bulging his stomach heavily to fit so much inside of him. His brain fuzzed over, focused solely on the burn of the stretch and the thought of what he was fucking himself apart with. He turned to Sans, and unintentionally tightened around the huge thing inside him.

Sans always kept his composure pretty well around Red, Red the one to always blush and be embarrassed by all the antics and romance and flirting.  

His boyfriend looked half feral. Sans was staring him down like others might stare at works of art in a museum. Completely in awe, swept up in overpowering feelings, desperately in love. Red moaned.

“Sans!” Red reached for him, and Sans shakily lifted his hands to cradle Red’s face, wiping away the tears gathering in the corner of Red’s eyes. Red grabbed the hands, his own shaking so bad that Sans would worry if not for the fact that Red had declared a safe word beforehand. Red pulled them off his face, and guided them to his hips. Red sank a little further, but his body resisted even under the weight of them.

“Do it.” Red pressed down on his arms. 

“Red, you don’t have to do this.” Sans rubbed his fingers in soothing circles on Red’s waist, breathing like he ran a marathon. There weren’t many monsters even close to his size, he hadn’t got to have even this much with anyone before. Red looked stretched to the brink, his body struggling to contain him. He felt so guilty, but he didn’t deny that he wanted to grab those hips and ride out everything Red could take without physically breaking.

But maybe Red could hear thoughts, because he just glared at Sans.

“Yes I do. Do it Sans.” And Sans’s control was shot to hell, because he did.

He pushed Red down, slowly but steady, and didn’t stop until they were pressed flush together. Sans held him there, because any movement whatsoever and he’d pound the life of his poor little boyfriend.

Red’s eyelights had poofed out of his face, mouth open in a silent cry. The cock sat so high in his body, overstuffed and overstimulated. He had to breath through the feeling of containing more than his body was meant to hold. But he wanted this, he wanted Sans, he needed to do this for him. Sans’s eyelights had gone into full hearts.

“Fuck babe, I love you so damn much.” Sans released him a little, letting Red bounce only an inch, but feeling the way the thrust would shake his body. “Red, baby, please, talk to me, fuck.”

“Just, go slow.” Red shuddered when Sans thrust into him, a few inches this time. He gradually increased the length of the thrust, keeping the speed slow. 

Sans had to stare directly at Red’s face. It took every single ounce of self control he could muster to not slam into his ridiculously stretched pussy, to hear every noise he could drag out of that cute little mouth. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up. Hopefully as long as Red needed him to.

“Red, baby, I love you, you’re so tight, I can’t believe you took all of me, you’re incredible, I love you.” Sans’s pace increased, still gradual, but clearly gaining momentum.

Red could feel the safe word on the edge of his tongue, but swallowed the urge. His body bulged and shook under the massive cock pistoning in and out of him, pounding his abused magic, starting to actually slam into him. Sans grip on his hips turned iron as Sans essentially jacked himself off with Red’s body. Red’s hands laid limply by his sides, but he brought them up to instead rub over his stomach. He glanced down at the huge dick his body was taking for Sans, his lovely boyfriend whom his soul had already sold itself to. He pulled himself off of the edge of the safe word by focusing on what was happening.

He’d been stretched wide. He had taken Sans’s cock down to the hilt. He was going to take Sans’s load deep into his body. He was going to satisfy his boyfriend, the love of his life, in a way that no one else had managed to before. He’d said no one could do more than a very enthusiastic handjob for him. That technically made this taking Sans’s virginity. And that was more than enough for him to slip back into the mood. One hand rubbing over the rapidly appearing and disappearing bulge, another straying down to his clit and nearly screamed for touching it.

“fuck” Sans sped the fuck up, needing to get to the peak, to be there with Red. He openly stared at his gorgeous boyfriend, taking him without a single complaint, rubbing himself off on the experience of being fucked apart by his boyfriend’s huge cock. Red was getting tighter, Sans’s rhythm off beat, he called out for him.

“Come on Red, I love you, fucking, come for me!”

“SAAAAAAANS!” Red screamed so loud Sans almost flinched, but the second he felt that clench, he followed Red directly into freefall.

Red’s orgasm jumped through his body like a live wire. Every nerve lit up, burning and warming in turn, while he could feel his core getting hot and full and Red couldn’t think about anything else for minutes, mentally spaced and physically sagging against Sans, unable to do anything else but breathe raggedly and wait patiently to come down.

When he did come to, he tiredly looked down at his body.

It was glowing purple. All of Sans’s cum shone through his red ecto as purple magic. Sans hadn’t pulled out of him yet, so he looked up at him.

Sans’s eyes were closed. He looked as exhausted as Red felt.

“Sansy?...” Sans snapped to attention. He steadied him with an arm and cradled his skull with the other hand.

“Are you okay?” Red tightened experimentally around the softer cock inside him. Sans sighed happily, but searched Red’s face for any sign to pull out.

“Yeah, just sore.” He rubbed his stomach. “And very full.”

“You look good like that.” Sans rubbed a hand over his taut stomach. It felt warm and comfortable. It soothed some of the ache.

“I look pregnant.” Sans paused, choosing his words carefully.

“I...don’t retract my previous statement.” His face went bright bright red. And then he murmured softly.

“It’s possible...” Sans, in awe and so, so happy, smiled at him. 

“I love you.” He bent himself down to clank Red’s head. “You’re incredible.”

“Nah, that’s you.” Red stretched his arm up and back, looking back down at his stuffed belly. If Sans pulled out here, the bed wouldn’t be able to be slept on. It’d also probably ruin the carpet. “Though for such an incredible pair, we didn’t think too far ahead on this one. How do we not fuck up all the surrounding area when you pull out?”

Sans turned bright blue.

“Honestly, I didn’t think you’d be able to…”He hurriedly explained more. “I mean, no one’s ever even tried. It’s apparently intimidating up close.” Red chuckled at Sans looking so flustered.

“You shouldn’t have underestimated me.” Red sighed, feeling up his body and marvelling at the warmth and size again. The only reason Sans’s dick hadn’t slid out by now was solely it’s girth, Red’s body couldn’t push it out even after tightening so much. “Though it’s not like I made a plan either.”

Then Red had an idea. A fucking crazy idea, his body reminded him, but he did have one.

“Hey Sans?” Sans paused his current soft exploration of Red’s ectoflesh, still in awe, to look at his face.

“Yeah love?”

“How do you feel about a round two?” Oh, Red wanted to frame that face. Sans eyes had gone dark, and he had felt a pulse from the cock still inside him.

“Red, you really want…”Sans chuckled, low and deep, rumbling his chest and Red along with it. “You’re something else.” Red could already feel his plan working, even if his body groaned at being used so soon, so extremely.

“Listen, if we move, I’m gunna leave a gross splash zone in the bedroom. But only if we move while you’re soft.” Red wiggled his hips a little. “Think you could get it up again? Even if we can’t really move yet?”

“Could I?” Sans’s voice dropped an octave. “Babe, you’re still speared on me, filled with my magic. You’re goddamn gorgeous, and you’re asking for more?” Red felt Sans really getting into it. “You take my fucking monster cock like a champ, and you still want more of it?” He stroked all over Red’s body, growling at Red’s little whimpers of pleasure. “You’re some kinda freak, aren’t ya?”

“Only for you Sansy.” Red kept his body grounded by holding onto Sans’s ribs. He left little scratches from holding on so tight.

“Of course ya are. Now that I know you can take it, you think I’m letting you go?” Sans was already half hard again. Before, it was a pipe dream to have Red once, and now he might get to fuck him twice in the same night. “I don’t need any motivation sweetheart, just gotta wait out the clock until my body will let me.”

Red shivered at the insinuation, even though he still felt plenty warm. Sans’s dick was already starting to take up a lot of space. His walls sent out bites of pain, but they were soothed by all the lubrication still sloshing around inside him. Part of him worried that even suggesting this would set a precedent that Sans could have him however many times he wanted, the only prerequisite of there being enough time to prep for the first go. 

The other part of him hoped Sans would take that hint and run with it.

“We - mmmmphh - gotta move before you go too wild, big guy.” Red could feel that Sans fully recovered, his body still freshly aching from the wonderful scrambling of his insides 15 minutes ago. So thick, so hot. Red let his thoughts go, instead just focusing on every single feeling his body had about Sans’s intrusion.

Sans nodded, but honestly couldn’t even think of how to go about it. This was gunna be awkward, even with his size.

He put an arm under Red’s back, focusing mainly on his rib cage, and made sure to push their pelvises firmly together to keep most of the cum inside. He stood up off the bed, using both hands to make sure Red was steady first, and then slowly walking towards the door. Where to go? The only place without carpet was the kitchen/dining room and bathroom, and he didn’t know how Red would feel about either of those.

Then Sans had a crazy idea, and walked them both to the dining room.

The table was kinda low for Sans, practically just better than a coffee table; he really wanted to replace the stupid thing, but now, it would serve his purposes effectively. He moved right up to the table, grabbed Red with both hands, and then spun him around.

Red suddenly felt sturdy wood beneath his hands and knees. He whined at the sensation of being flipped. And then a large hand dropped on his back.

“You feeling okay?” Red couldn’t breathe. Sans’s cock, at this angle, already sunk lower into his ribs. He’d be knocking up against his soul at this rate. Not to mention, he was already stuffed full. Sans hadn’t pulled out and emptied Red’s body at all.

“Saaaaans.” It’s all he could say. His body and soul consumed by the intense connection, half of his body was taken up by Sans now. His wrecked moans were the only verbage he could muster right now. Sans didn’t want to accidentally hurt him.

“Red, what’s the safeword?”

“Orion.” So he wasn’t all gone. Just very, very lost.

“Brace yourself.” 

Sans started slow, thrusts to reaquaint Red’s body with his size. He didn’t need more than a few before Red moaned back at him.

“More!” Fuck, he’d give him more. So much more. This angle, he wasn’t moving Red with his arms, he was throwing his weight into them now. Each thrust was powerful, rocking the table Red was on, and Red only got louder. His arms had given out, letting his back curve downward, and Sans hit even deeper.

“FUCK!” He’d tapped Red’s soul.

Sans almost panicked, but Red canted his hips backwards, trying to take more of the fucking thing into his abused pussy.

His love was a freak. A wild delicious little thing, who loved Sans of all people, and Sans helplessly wanted to please him.

Each thrust shook all of Red’s bones and sent shockwaves through his body. Soul sex usually didn’t work like this, but damn if Sans’s huge cock hadn’t demanded it anyway. Where was he? All he could think about was being pounded into, how full he was, the stretch, the cum still filling him to the brim, and Sans name over and over and over again.

Red’s only sounds were very loud moans (thank the stars this wasn’t an apartment), tongue lolled out, swept away by pleasure and Sans was about to follow him.

“Red, I’m so fucking close babe. Come for me and I’ll pull out.” Sans desperately needed to see and feel Red orgasm, but he didn’t want to overfill his small body and hurt him. He could cum on his back. He’d look great anyway he could have him.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” Red barely held on past the words. He was gone. All wild moans and clenching, Sans whole body fucking shook and only lasting thorugh three hard pumps before he came.

He slow thrusted through the pleasure, wave after wave spilling out of him, into Red. Sans watched him inflate even bigger than he thought possible. Stomach and body distended so much further and Red could only whine and claw at the table, endlessly repeating Sans’s name to the stars.

He came back down first, holding his small lover in his hands. Red was still shaking, a wobbly mess that got quieter and quieter until he heard one crisp clear word.

“Orion.”

Sans pulled out of him, and he couldn’t get out of the way fast enough. Red’s body gushed blue magic, some getting on the table, but mostly on the linoleum floor. Red’s knees knocked together, gush after gush dumping out of him, and once it stopped, Sans gently tipped his boyfriend into his arms, overturning him from on his hands and knees, to let even more flow out. 

Once it stopped, he pulled Red up into his chest like a teddy bear. He still had a little trapped inside, but it only made him look a little chubby.

“I love you.” He kissed him gently. “How you feeling?” Red rattled quietly against him.

“Exhausted from all the bone-ing.” Red’s eyes were heavy, but he did smile. Sans felt his soul explode in fondness. He cuddled Red close. 

“Let’s get cleaned up and sleep then, my gushing beauty.” Sans laughed when he felt Red softly hit him with his fists. He wanted to see the cute blush, but didn’t want to get too unfocused. He grabbed his hoodie, and walked back with Red, setting him on the table (a clean part) and wrapped it around him. “Gotta clean the floor. I promise I’ll come back and get you clean. Just rest.”

Red yawned and pulled the comfy hoodie tighter around him. Sans used an entire roll of paper towels, turned on the shower to heat up, and then swiffered the floor to clean the residue. It’d need a better clean later, but he was just trying to get them both into bed.

After that, he carried Red into the bathroom. He hung his hoodie by the door, carrying Red with him. 

Red focused his sleepy mind to let the ecto body go, letting the last bit of blue magic pour down the drain and on Red’s pelvis. Sans gently cleaned every inch of him (and himself) before turning the water off and pulling out some towels. 

Sans’s towels were as tall as Red, and drying him was so cute, his little head popping out the top, very warm and happy. Sans gladly let him have his hoodie back when the towel came off and Red almost shivered to death.

“Finally.” Red curled up right into Sans when they finally ended up in the bed. “I love you Sans.” He would’ve been so cold if not for Sans and his hoodie to keep him warm. He wasn’t full of warm magic anymore. Vanishing the ecto helped with the empty feeling. “You know that, right?”

Sans settled an arm around Red, touching as much of their bodies as he could. His soul glowed softly in the night, framing Red in the light.

“I definitely do now. You’re it for me. I’m yours forever.” Sans sleepily winked at him. Red hummed pleasantly.

“You’re gunna fall for the first guy you have sex with? Guess I’m lucky it was me.” Red laughed, but Sans looked serious for a second. “I know you like me for me, Sans. It’s okay.”

“I’ve been in love with you for months now. But after tonight, after actually having you, feeling your soul and seeing how far you were willing to go for me…”Sans beamed at him. “I’m yours. You can have anything you want as long as I have you. I love ya Red, I truly do.”

“Good, I’m taking half the bed.” Red blushed. “And I love you too Sansy. Honestly.” Sans pulled him up for a kiss, and they settled in with a smile. Red grinned as he fell asleep, tired and aching, but sated in his very soul. 

Well, until next week, at the very least.

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Hope I did it justice!

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For Good Measure

Request:  “ Oh my gosh I loved your "Appreciation" fic! Your writing style and set up was amazing. In a similar vein, can I request a Chris Motionless x Justin Morrow x Reader smut fic? I'm a *huge* masochist/sub and I've been looking for a BDSM/two Dom guys threesome fic with them FOREVER and can never find one ;-;” - @deepstarlightemo

Warnings: Horribly written, unedited pure smut (BDSM (light), choking, overstimulation, spanking, threesome, slut shaming, I honestly can’t believe I wrote this)

A/N: I hope this is something like what you were looking for! I made it an AU cause I wasn’t quite sure how to do it with them in their real roles. Also, thank you so much! 

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You may have had times where you’d been ashamed of your profession, tried to hide it from your family and friends by covering up and just saying you were a performer. That wasn’t entirely a lie. It just wasn’t very specific. Sure, you were a performer: a performer of sexual acts in front of a camera. A pornstar. 

When you started, you’d never imagined you’d have gotten where you are now. It started as a way to make money in college when you couldn’t find a job. It was just faceless cam-girl stuff. You covered any distinguishable marks on your skin with foundation so nobody would be able to figure out it was you. But slowly, you began to realize that this was something you actually liked and your shame faded away into power and confidence. 

And in times like now, there was no way you could be ashamed. You were just too damn excited. You were about to film a BDSM scene with two of your personal favorite performers in the industry, Chris Cerulli and Justin Morrow. This was a dream cum true (get it?). 

The cameras were rolling but you hardly noticed. You were so turned on already and nobody had even touched you. You were standing in five inch black heels, black sheer stockings with garters that attached to your black lace panties, if you could even call them that. In place of a bra, clamps connected by a chain were attached to each of your nipples. Your hands were tied above your head to a hook in the ceiling, leaving you stuck there in the center of the dimly lit room that had more than its fair share of sexy objects and furniture. 

“My, my, my. What do we have here?” A dark voice said from behind you. You couldn’t see him, but you knew it was Chris.

Equally as dark and serious, Justin answered, “Looks like a fucking whore to me.” The men walked up to you, Chris smacking you hard on the ass out of nowhere. You yelped. 

“I’m sorry what was that?” Chris got closer to your face, his eyes painted dark in contrast to the pale makeup on his face. 

You composed yourself, “Thank you, sir.” 

“That’s better.” He stood back up straighter. Although you’d scene them dozens of times in some of his films, all of his tattoos were absolutely mesmerizing. Most dom men in the BDSM community always wore all black but Chris always did his shirtless and you were pretty sure it was one of the reasons he turned you on so bad. Tattoos had always gotten you going. 

Justin was shirtless too in order to match with Chris’s signature. He didn’t have as many tattoos but he was more muscular than Chris, both men still ridiculously attractive. 

You hadn’t noticed that Justin stepped away until he returned, trading places with his counterpart to stand before you. Without saying anything, he reached his hand out to grip around your throat and held you in place while he inched his lips towards yours. You tried leaning in, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on you, but just as they were about to graze, he dropped his hand from your throat and yanked on the chain attached to your breasts, pulling your nippled hard. 

“AH! Fuck!” You whimpered out, twisting in your bindings. 

You hadn’t noticed the black wand in his hand until he flipped it in his hand and flipped the switch on it. The large vibrator began to buzz in his hand. Justin pointed the round tip towards you and began to run it down along your arms and across your sore breasts, making you shiver. Finally, he made his way down to you core where you needed it most. 

He pressed it hard against your lower lips and you squirmed to try and get it on your clit more. “Awww,” Chris cooed, “How pathetic.” He smacked your ass yet again, your body sliding up and your clit finally getting that stimulation it craved, if even for a second. 

“Please, sir…” You begged Justin, leaning forward to readjust yourself on the buzzing device in his hand. 

Justin followed your body with the device, “Please what?” 

Chris came up behind you, pressing his bare chest to your back and began massaging your breasts, pulling every now and again on the chain. He slipped your hair over one shoulder and began kissing along it gently in harsh contrast to the abuse he was laying into your overstimulated nipples. 

“Please, sir, please can you put it on my clit?” Your head lulled to the side to give Chris better access. 

Suddenly, Justin smacked the inside of your thigh, the sensitive skin stinging, “Spread your legs.” You did as he instructed and stepped out a little more, your ass pressing into Chris’s bulge behind you. 

Justin reached down and grabbed the front of your panties and pulled them up tight and hard against your slit, making you wince at the aggressive contact on your sensitive skin but loving every second of it. After a few seconds of that, he released his pulling but replaced the pressure with direct contact with your clit on the vibrator. 

You moaned loudly, finally allowing yourself to lean into the light vibrations. It wasn’t much but it was something. 

Behind you, Chris’s tongue ran up your neck and bit your ear before slapping your ass again. “Ah!” Your hips bucked against the vibrator and Justin turned it up a level, the buzzing more intense as you did. 

Your breathing began to get a little shaky and your legs were having a hard time holding your weight. “F-f-fuck. Please can I cum?” You asked, the knot in your stomach forming and getting tighter and tighter. 

“No cumming unless we say.” Chris growled, stepping away from you and coming around to the front. 

It was getting harder and harder to hold off your orgasm, “Please, sir, I’m so close.” 

Justin shook his head, “We didn’t say yes so you better not cum.” 

You were right there. You were so damn close. Tears began to spill over your eyes as it became almost painful, “I’m gonna cum!” You announced when you got too close to pull back. 

Justin pulled the toy away just milliseconds before you could fall over.

“Fuck!” You screamed, feeling your orgasm ripped away from you.  

 As he did, he reached up and removed the nipple clamps. You sighed at the relief but it was short lived as Justin’s hand came up to smack your tender breasts, red marks smattering across the skin. “Ow!” You cried with pleasure, juices dripping down your legs. 

He reached above your head and undid the knots around wrists, “Let’s get you out of this.” He muttered as he did so. 

Your arms fell, blood finally returning to your limbs as you stumbled slightly, your full weight returning to your heels. The relief wasn’t too long lived though. 

Chris grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail and yanked your head over to face him, “Bend over that table, ass in the air.” He hissed at you, walking you over to the table and pushing your head down. With his knee, he spread your legs across and smacked your butt hard. His free hand dipped down between your folds, fingers slipping into you easily, “So fucking wet.” 

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs, leaving the garters and heels still on. 

“Here it is.” Justin said from somewhere above you and you saw his arm stretch out over you, handing Chris the vibrator they’d just used moments ago. 

Chris bit his lip with a smirk, the metal rings in it glistening between his teeth, before switching it on. He reached under your hips and hoisted your rear in the air and nuzzled the vibrator under you, tucking it between your folds until it was pressed hard against your bare clit. Chris flicked the small device on, sending shocks down your body. While you moaned and ground yourself into it your hands tried to grip onto the table you were lying on. 

“Oh shit.” You moaned out, breathy whimpers going straight to Chris and Justin’s cocks. 

When the men returned to you, both were completely stripped naked. Chris stood behind you, rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds before slamming roughly into you, making you yelp loudly and reach for something to hold on to. 

Justin stood at the other end of the small table and grabbed your hair, pulling the top half of your body up. His large member waved in front of your face, “Open up, slut.” 

You readily obeyed, small moans escaping as you did from the mixture of Chris pounding into you and the vibrator still going strong on your clit. Justin used his grip on your hair to thrust you down on his cock, shallow at first but then further, almost down your throat. You gagged around him, eyes watering and makeup beginning to run down your cheeks. 

You were still close from the last time they’d edged you so it really didn’t take long at all to get close to that brink. Looking down at you, Justin could tell you were close. The way you  moaned around his cock and the way your eyes were closed tightly were dead giveaways, “You gonna cum?” He asked. 

You nodded and pulled off his cock, “Yes, oh my God. Please can I cum.” 

Justin forced his cock back down your throat. Chris gripped your hips and pressed you harder down into the vibrator, which was now on its highest setting. “Not yet.” 

You shook your head violently, “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.” 

Chris’s hand came down hard on your ass which was scarlet red now, “Not without permission.”

 You were so desperate. You genuinely couldn’t hold back. “Please, I wanna be a good girl but I’m gonna-” 

“Cum.” Chris demanded and you completely fell apart around their cocks. Your pussy squeezed around him tightly, the vibrator still going crazy on your clit. 

Your body kept trying to come down but the vibrator wouldn’t allow it, the pleasure beginning to turn almost painful. You tried to squirm away from it but Chris held your hips down hard onto it. “Ahhhh fuck!” Your eyes screwed shut as you screamed. 

Chris didn’t let up though. He held onto the vibrator and pressed it harder into your clit himself, still pistoning his hips into your clenching wetness. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, stop!” You begged. 

Chris, knowing that you had a safe word and would use it if you genuinely wanted things to stop, kept pressing in, “I thought you said you wanted to cum? Aren’t you cumming?” He asked innocently. 

Justin leaned down and sucked a hypersensitive nipple into his mouth with a pop before his hand came down to smack your nipple harshly. 

“Oh my fucking God!” You gripped the table harshly, your legs shaking violently as the pain began to become pleasure once again. Your body felt ice cold this time. 

Justin moved the end of the table next to Chris, leaning over to choke you once again, his free hand stroking his cock quickly, chasing his own release. Beneath the two men, your body exploded once again with a loud scream, your body shaking in a way you’d never experienced with orgasms. 

Chris pulled out of you and stroked himself harshly, both him and Justin finishing on your ass, ribbons of white dripping across your skin. They finally removed the vibrator and you were able to catch a breath. Just when you thought you could catch a second, Chris’s fingers came down to smack your clit hard and you nearly cried, “For good measure.” 

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Take A Picture (Take Two)

A sort of follow up to Take A Picture (hence the title, though I think you’ll get by fine reading this even if you haven’t read that one first.) 

Tim and Brian have been together for a bit, but there’s always been that interest in and from Roger. Yet none of them have pushed to act on it, until tonight. 

As you may have guessed, there’s mostly smut in this, with a healthy dose of Emotions to balance it out lol. 

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“Just come back to ours.”

Roger swallows hard, and Tim can’t help but watch the way his throat moves.

“Yeah, Brian’s right. Come over to ours. There’s always room for you,” Tim adds. He has other reasons for wanting Roger to come over, but he won’t push.

None of them have, for that matter, in the months since he and Brian finally got together. They’ve been formally dating for nearly six months, and moved in together for three, and all the while, the Line that existed between himself and Brian, has now moved to exist between both of them and Roger.

Which has always been there, really, just like it had been between himself and Brian. Roger has always been a flirt with them, but never in such a way that they took it too seriously.

But it’s gotten hotter and heavier and is incredibly obviously not a joke now, and in any case: Tim wants him. Just as badly as he wants Brian every day, in his bed and in his heart and in his life.

He knows it wouldn’t be easy; as it is, as far as their families are concerned, him and Brian are still ‘bachelors’ that just happen to be comfortable living together while ‘waiting for the right one to come along.’

But he doesn’t care if they’d have to hide it. They could do it, three ‘bachelors’ that never do find ‘the one’, that worry their families, but secretly are happy as can be together.

Still, he won’t push.

“It is late,” Roger yawns, leaning against the streetlight outside of the venue. Everything has been packed into the van except the three of them, the only decision left to make as to where they’ll go. They could drive the long distance away to drop Rog off at his mum’s (this is arguably the furthest from home any of them have played so far), then have to drive themselves home too.

Or he could simply come home with them, one trip to warm beds and, if Roger would want, warm and loving arms too.

The issue, Tim figures, is that they aren’t saying what needs to be said. They’re dancing around it, and normally that would be fine, but he’s tired and despite that still horny, and all he wants to do is go home and see if they can get off before falling asleep.

“I want you to come back to ours,” Tim breaks the newly fallen silence. “Brian?”

He knows Brian is well aware of what he’s asking without saying. Even so, he can see Brian fighting off his nervousness to speak honestly.

“I’d like that as well. If you’d want to, Rog.”

Roger looks at them both with a gentle smile. “Not only to sleep though, right?”

Tim isn’t usually one for big motions, anything dramatic, but he’s sick of it now. Bouncing around that Line again, when he knows that stepping over it is likely to lead to happiness (it certainly has with Brian.)

Even so, he gasps a little when he kisses Roger, who moves into the kiss like he’s been waiting for it. Who kisses back in a way that’s unexpected, a little bit desperate and wanting and hungry.

There’s a beat of silence again when he pulls away from Roger, who has his eyes still closed, lips still searching for another taste of Tim’s.

“That’s a hell of a way to convince me,” Roger finally giggles. “Not that I really needed any convincing. I just wanted to be sure you both were comfortable, that you both wanted this, wanted...”

“We do,” Brian interjects awkwardly. “Trust me, we do.”

And there’s everything they haven’t told Roger yet, in those few words. Nights of almost calling him and asking if he’d want to join them for a night, just to see how it goes. To see if it’s passing feelings, or something more serious. Days of wanting to ask him along on little day trips, but not wanting to make things awkward if the invitation implied too much, gave away any hint of ‘this is you being with us as more than friends.’

Roger’s familiar smirk is back. “Then what took you so damned long?”

They break with that, giggling as they climb into the van.

“I’ll keep him busy,” Brian shouts from the first row of back seats, Roger already in his lap. “Do you mind driving, Tim?”

He might have minded, but he doesn’t right now, because he can still peek at the action in the rearview mirror as they go.

Roger, straddling Brian, moaning into his mouth, hips grinding against him like it’s all Roger knows how to do. Brian, hands wandering already (they have an inside joke about that, how his hands move as quickly over Tim in bed as they do over his guitar onstage, that he simply doesn’t know how to move his hands with anything other than passion), alternating between grabbing at Roger’s ass and thighs to disappearing in between them, likely working at zippers and buttons on trousers.

Tim realizes he’s going much too fast, his eyes not focused enough on the road. He tries to calm down, to be mindful of what he’s doing, but it only gets more difficult as the sounds in the backseat get louder.

There’s a detour that he didn’t realize had been put up, that leaves him at a dead end and needing to turn around. But he’s grateful for it, as he turns to peek at Brian and Roger.

Roger doesn’t notice, on his knees, Brian’s cock in his mouth. Brian blushes as he meets Tim’s gaze, but his hand reaches down to gently thread his fingers into Roger’s hair.

“I really wish we lived closer,” Tim mutters, and he smiles when it earns him a laugh from both of them (Roger’s of course rather muffled.)

There’s a slick sound Tim knows is Brian’s cock falling from Roger’s mouth, but he doesn’t look up or cease his working to get the van turned back around in the arguably too-small street, until he feels a hand on his thigh.

“Let Brian drive the rest of the way,” Roger says. “Or let me, and let me watch the two of you.”

“You have to watch the road too; it’s not as easy as it seems,” Tim smiles, though either of those ideas sound absolutely heavenly.

Roger climbs into his lap, a hand reaching down quickly to the gearshift to make sure it’s in park, before he moves it to Tim’s shoulder, then to twine his fingers in Tim’s hair.

He lets his own hands roam under Roger’s jacket and shirt to his hips, legs opening more to give Roger more room to grind down. He can’t imagine what any of the homeowners on this road must think, but he doesn’t really care right now.

“Go in back,” Brian is by them, cock still in his hand, toying with himself. “I can hold off long enough to get us home.”

“And if Tim and I were to take turns at your cock while you drove?” Roger breaks away from Tim to ask. “What about then? Think you could hold off until we get home?”

Tim pulls him back for a hard kiss at that. Home. Not just ‘staying the night’, not ‘a sleep over with friends’. Home. It was a gift to hear that come from Brian, and it’s a gift now to hear it from Roger.

Roger kisses back, but slips off him a moment later and tugs at his hand to bring him to the backseat.

He maneuvers past Brian with a quick but deep kiss, a moment of reassurance for both of them, of ‘yes I still want you but I want this too and I can’t wait to share it all together.’

Before Roger can move, he climbs onto his lap. Roger’s trousers are already undone thanks to Brian, and he anticipates a quick shove past the waistband of Roger’s pants, but there isn’t one.

“Slut,” Tim says it mostly jokingly (truth be told, there are simply some trousers so tight that there’s no way Roger could manage to go anything but commando in them), but with a slight edge that he hopes Rog will like.

The way Roger’s hips buck up to meet his, he knows he’s done well.

“Say that all you like,” Roger teases. “But who’s got his hands down my trousers?”

The teasing drops away into happy sighs and gasps as he palms at Roger, mindful that there’s no lube yet aside from the precome beading at the head of Roger’s cock.

He glances up only once to look back at the front seat; Brian is driving safely as possible, but his eyes burn whenever he catches Tim’s in the mirror, and his tongue slips out over his bottom lip in a way that makes Tim wish there was a way to be in two places at once: working Roger’s cock with his hands and capturing Brian’s tongue with his mouth.

Finally, the van stops.

“I can’t carry both of you and the equipment in on my own,” Brian jokes. “Can we tuck away long enough to get everything inside before we continue?”

He joins Roger in nodding in agreement; the sex will be fun and he’s hoping they might plan for more together after, but the equipment and instruments are expensive and difficult (and in the case of Brian’s guitar, impossible) to replace. Leaving them in the van would be like asking for them to be stolen.

“This is still sexy, yeah?” Roger laughs as they heft crates and instruments up the stairs and into the flat.

“I mean, I get to see your ass every trip,” Tim replies. “That counts for something, I think.”

Finally inside, with nothing left in the van, it seems to have done just that.

Brian is on him immediately, and any fear that Roger feels left out is assuaged when Tim looks over to see him already with his shoes kicked off,  undoing and working off his trousers too.

“Don’t look so worried,” Roger smiles. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You mean that?” Tim realizes as he asks it he might be killing the mood, but he can’t wait to ask. He’s greedy tonight, maybe, but it can’t be helped. He needs to know this is more than one night.

Roger nods. “Might not be able to move in right away, and I don’t know if that would be too much anyway-”

“You could start slow,” Brian interrupts, removing his lips from Tim’s neck. He gestures them towards the bedroom, and leads the way. “Stay with us some days, move things over here as you like. It doesn’t have to be all at once. I think what Tim is trying to ask beyond that, is...do you want this? Us? Like we’ve got each other, I mean, like-”

“Boyfriends?” Roger smiles so fondly it breaks Tim’s heart. For all his bluster and showiness, there’s an absolutely dear heart underneath it all. “Yeah. That’s what I want. If you’ll have me.”

“Of course we will,” Tim laughs. “Am I an ass if I say we took too long to get here? To finally making this happen?”

“No,” Roger replies as he tosses off his jacket and shirt, and falls into their bed as if there’s nowhere else that he would belong. “I’ve been getting off thinking about the two of you for...”

He blushes. “Longer than I should probably admit to, actually.”

“No shame,” Brian says, his own clothes joining Roger’s on the floor. “What do you think we’ve been doing? Hell, we’ve got a dildo we named after you, since we couldn’t actually have you.”

Roger loses it, laughing hard, and it’s a gorgeous sound to hear as Tim strips and joins the two of them in the bed.

“A dildo?!” Roger is red in the face, tears streaming. “My god. You did that, rather than just asking me to be with you two?”

“In our defense,” Tim giggles. “It is a really lovely dildo. Though I’m sure not as good as you.”

“How about I prove that?” Roger wipes away the last few tears and grins.

It’s an awkward few moments, but that’s expected and forgivable. Working out who wants to fuck who, how they’re all most comfortable, getting condoms and lube from the bedside table prepared.

He ends up on his back, with Roger slipping inside of him, and Brian inside of Roger.

“Though you know, your back is going to hurt sooner rather than later,” Roger murmurs to Brian. “Tell us, and we can readjust.”

“He’s right,” Tim adds, though focusing on anything else other than the feeling of Roger inside of him is a true task. “Don’t be shy, say if you’re hurting, alright?”

“If I do, will you two let us get started?” Brian laughs, laying against Roger, his head dipping down to press kisses to Roger’s back and neck.

“I didn’t peg him as the impatient one,” Roger smiles.

“I’m plenty impatient too,” Tim sighs, and moves his hands to Roger’s hips, trying to urge him into movement.

That takes another moment as well, working out how best to move with each other. But it’s only a moment, and then it’s wonderful.

He gets to see Brian, eyes closed, thrusting into Roger with soft little happy gasps and moans.

And Roger.

Roger is completely blissed out, moving gently within Tim to time up with Brian’s thrusts into him, letting out the sweetest little whines and moans.

His head drops to Tim’s shoulder, and Tim can’t help but wrap his arms around him. “If it’s too much...”

“’m good,” Roger almost pants it out as he lifts his head again. “I love you both.”

“Just for this?” Brian giggles in between kisses to Roger’s back.

“No,” Roger shakes his head, biting back a moan that Tim can still hear in his throat. “For everything. This, and everything else. I mean...fuck.”

“Hard to have a serious conversation like this, isn’t it?” Tim has to laugh, even as he reaches a hand down to his cock to jerk himself off. He’s too close to not touch himself now.

“You do know what I’m getting at though, yeah?” Roger whines, and kisses him hard. “I love you both because I know you love me. Because you want me like this, but you want me just as much as a bandmate, as a boyfriend, in every w-”

Roger dissolves into moans and groans as he comes, cock as deep in Tim as it can be.

“You’re adorable,” Tim mutters, but Roger just bats away his hand from his cock, and takes over. “And a gentleman.”

“I try,” Roger mumbles, all happy soft smiles and kisses to Tim’s neck and chest as he strokes Tim’s cock, fingers tracing over the head to make him jump.

Brian isn’t always loud when he comes, this is one of those times. He’s bent over Roger, head pressed against his back, hips jerking erratically, but otherwise silent except for a few choked whimpers.

“You good?” Tim asks him, and Brian lifts his head to offer a gorgeous grin. “Good.”

“Brian; I’ve got an idea,” Roger says. “You’ve got to get out of me first though.”

Brian giggles and moves away long enough to get rid of the used condom on his cock, taking Rog’s as well when he hands it over.

“Alright,” Roger says, and gives Tim a smile. “You stay right there, and just let us take care of the rest.”

He lays at one side, Brian takes his cue and lays at the other, and Tim knows in a heartbeat what they’re intending.

“I’m gonna warn you now, I’m close. With both of you-”

“I know,” Roger interrupts. “Let me ask you now: after you come, can we keep going? If it gets to be too much, you just tap our shoulders?”

Tim nods and enjoys the sight at his hips. Brian and Roger leaned on him, licking and sucking at his cock, taking turns moaning with their lips around it. It’s ridiculous and overwhelming and he’s loving every second of it.

When he comes, he expects them to move away, but they don’t. They both laugh and jump when the first few drops splatter them, but neither of them moves.

And true to Roger’s words, they don’t stop after he’s come. They take turns, lapping gently at his oversensitive cock, and without intending it, he finds his cock jumping again. The orgasm is dry, but it feels as good as the first.

They’re gone for moment after, cleaning themselves up, and he doesn’t stop Brian from doing the same for him as he lays there, still all jelly in his limbs.

Best is when they’re back, and Tim can snuggle them into his arms.

For awhile, it’s quiet. Only their breathing and the sensation of bare skin on skin.

“So,” Roger breaks it. “If we’re going to do this, and have me eventually move in...could we start now, with my drums staying here? And me, until I need to go pick things up from home, clothes and whatnot...” “You don’t even have to ask,” Tim replies with a kiss to the top of Roger’s head.

Brian nods. “You and your things are always welcome here. We’re excited to finally have you.”

“I’m excited to have you too,” Roger almost whispers it.

All Tim can think to himself is that they waited much too long for this. For this happiness.

[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Truth [Part 3]

Master List

Request:

What’s up sug! sorry you’re struggling right now but I’ve come to help you If you could bring this to light for me I’d absolutely love for YOU TO DO JT So basically Bucky X Enhanced reader who are fuckin enemies. Hate each other to every last fiber of their beings bc Bucky is rude and she calls him out on it. AnywHs, they get drunk, truth or dare (go crZy baby) and LOTS LF dirty talk if u wanna do smut but if u don’t then buck taking care of her while she’s drunk cause she admitted her feelings

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (Enhanced)

Summary: Since The Avengers gave you a home the only blight has been Bucky Barnes, a ghost from your past that you can’t seem to shake. It makes you hate him. The feeling, it seems, is mutual. But... a simple game reveals that maybe things aren’t quite so simple. (Post Winter Soldier AU)

Warnings: Smut (like a lot... so... just turn around now if you’re not of age or aren’t into that).

A/N: Please be gentle with me my darling readers and pumpkins. I want to be very confident about this whole smut writing thing but I’m new to it and just yeah, I hope you like it lol!

That being said my fucking GAAAAD it was fun to write. But, honestly, the morning after... that is my fave part. 

I’m really excited to see what you all think of this one. Like I said in another post, this baby is just running away with me so if you like these two there’s a lot more coming. 

Tags are open!

@mywinterwolf @disagreetoagree @peachthatdrinkslemonade @breezy1415 @wonderlandmind4 @handplucked @piensa-bonito @midnightdream83

You’re making out as the elevator doors slide open and the door to Bucky’s tower apartment swings in, ah Jarvis. Manhattan glitters through the floor to ceiling windows and only a couple of lamps are on leaving the room comfortably dim. It smells like him here, spicy and warm with notes of sandalwood and tee tree. It’s a good smell you think. He doesn’t put you down as you expect. Instead, he just turns and carries you to his room. 

He lets you down onto the bed and you lean up on your elbows staring up at him. For a second you just take the other in. His chest is heaving a bit, hunger etched in every line of his face. Without taking his eyes off you his right-hand wanders to his belt and unbuckles it, undoing the button of his jeans, then the soft rasp of his zipper. 

Are you breathing? You think you may have forgotten, distracted as you were, but when his hand stops the thought occurs that you should take one. 

Filling your lungs you scoot forward, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, you run your hands down his sides to his waistband. As you work his jeans over his hips he gently runs metal fingers down your cheek to your lips, his thumb tracing the shape. 

You place a kiss on his right hip bone and run the tip of your tongue down the v of his abdomen stopping just short and going to the other side to do the same. A shudder and soft sound comes from him, you feel him move just under your face and smirk. 

“Tease,” he whispers as you look up to meet his eyes. He had no idea. 

Your nails run the same path your tongue had and just before touching him change course to continue down his inner thighs. His jaw tightens, no doubt trying to maintain some kind of control. 

Opening your mouth a touch you wet your index and middle fingers, even slipping them in a bit for good measure. When you run them, warm and moist up the underside of his cock, tracing the base of the head lightly with your middle finger, his breath becomes ragged and there’s the soft sounds of metal gears. 

“Just enjoying myself,” you say smiling up at him. 

With that you slowly take his head in your mouth, flicking your tongue from the base to the tip. The ragged sound that escapes him sends tingles through your whole body. His right-hand tangles in the hair at the back of your head but doesn’t force you down on to him, just sits there silently begging for more. You decide to give him what he wants, because fuck if you don’t want it too, want to hear the sounds he’ll make, taste him, feel him. You take all of him into your mouth, wrapping your right index, middle, and thumb around the base of his cock. 

Something like, “Oh,” comes from him as you begin to work him, steadily, just a little suction. He growls a bit as he hits the back of the throat. Your left hand resting on his muscular thigh feels him tense after a few minutes. 

“Stop,” he pants, though he still thrusts at you. You feel something like a smile work the muscles in your face despite the mouthful. His fingers tighten in your hair and pull your head back, the pull of his fingers more tantalizing than painful. “Woman, if you don’t stop this is going to be over much faster than either of us want.” 

He runs his metal index finger under your bottom lip to remove some lingering moisture. When it rubs on the soft skin of your lips you’re surprised at how smooth it feels. Stepping back he kicks off his boots and slips out of his jeans leaving him deliciously bare. 

You swallow hard. Even in the dim light, he’s immaculate. All dark hair, rippling muscles, and that fucking cock. Christ. You swallow hard keeping the small sound of pleasure that threatened to slip out contained. He seems to notice your admiration anyway and slowly moves back toward the bed. 

Tilting your chin up to look at him, he smiles broadly before kissing you deep. He pushes you back against the bed and runs his hands down your torso causing you to shudder. Grasping your ample hips he holds them as he takes your nipple in his mouth. 

This time you can’t swallow the sound. A small gasping moan bursts from you and your hips press against his hold. His eyes look up at you glinting before moving to the other eliciting much the same reaction from you. Kissing a trail down your body he stands and slips your feet free of your battered Converse and unbuttons your jeans. In one swift tug, they’re gone. 

Bucky licks his bottom lip and smirks hands once again grabbing your hips he pulls you effortlessly to the edge of the bed as he kneels on the ground. His stubble scratches and tickles at your inner thighs and you sigh feeling goosebumps rise all over your body. But when he lowers his mouth to you, that’s electric. 

As he sucks at your clit you cry out, loudly, so fucking thankful that these apartments are soundproof. Pleasure already curls tight in your belly begging to be set free. It had been far too long since someone had touched you like this. His tongue pulses against you and his right hand comes around sliding two fingers into you, ever so subtly stretching you open. 

“Fuck!” Your back arches and you feel the tingles of energy snaking just under your skin. Don’t light anything on fire, Y/N, sober you whispers from the depths of your consciousness. He lifts his head and replaces the maddening feeling of his mouth with the gentle pressure of his thumb, rubbing around your clit. Panting you look at him, a coy smile on his face.

“I want you to come for me, Y/N,” he says, voice low and rumbling. This sets you alight, and your brows crease with worry, genuinely concerned about causing damage. 

He notices, “Don’t worry about it. Stark can buy me a new comforter if need be. I wanna see you come.” He pauses, “Do you want to?” He asks and begins to lower back down. 

“Yes,” you pant, “please, please.” You grab a hank of his hair as he takes you back into his mouth. Your hips grind, lifting of their own accord, and his fingers pump harder into you. 

“Bucky, fuck, Bucky!” The orgasm tears through you. So different from your solo endeavors of late. This is white hot pleasure flooding your system as he keeps working you through it. You forgot it could feel this way. Your grip on him loosens and he stands from between your trembling thighs. 

There’s a fascinated look on his face, “Beautiful.” You hold your arm up and look at the pinpoints of light winking in and out on your skin, barely visible tendrils of energy connecting the points. Honestly, you always thought it was garish, something that marked you as a freak. But… nothing was on fire and maybe it was beautiful. 

His right hand is holding onto his cock, slowly stroking it, looking down at you. You scoot back to be fully on the bed, leaning up. 

Keeping your eyes on his you open your legs, “You could take care of that yourself I guess.” You smirk, hand wandering between your legs, “But I think I have a much better idea.”

Lowering himself over you he rests on his forearms peering into your eyes, suddenly serious, “Are you sure?”

You reach up and bring his face to yours, crushing a kiss onto his lips, and growl out, “I want you to fuck me, Bucky Barnes, until I don’t remember who either of us are.”

He smolders for just a second, your words having the desired effect, and he thunders into you. You can’t help but cry out as he fills you, the ache so sweet, pressing yourself closer to him. 

“Fuck,” he groans and kisses you, his tongue filling your mouth. Wrapping your legs around his hips you urge him faster. Sitting up he pulls your legs away spreading them wide. When he slams into you it’s almost too much. Even so, you press back against him, hard, wanting all of him. 

Releasing your left leg his right-hand lowers to you. When his thumb strokes your clit you almost lose it. Your hands are balled into fists, holding onto the duvet for dear life. His pace quickens, thumb stroking you, when you look at him the expression of lust and satisfaction there is enough to tip you over the edge. He fucks you through it, making the aftershocks shake you almost as much as the orgasm itself had. 

He leans back down, pace maddeningly slow, and presses a kiss just under your ear. When he lifts his mouth to your ear you gasp a little, the feeling of his breath and stubble making you shiver. 

“How about you turn over for me, doll?” He growls into your ear. All you can manage is a nod, language a forgotten skill. 

As you go to turn once he’s pulled out, he grabs you lifting and flipping you as if you weigh nothing. A laugh tumbles from you and quickly turns into sounds of pleasure as he kisses the space between your shoulder blades. Your ass lifts and you can feel him pressed against your lower back. 

A sound of pleasure rumbles in his chest as he feels you squirm. Lifting off you his hands grab your ass before slapping both cheeks just enough to smart. You groan in pleasure and raise up on your knees. 

“Mmm,” he hums caressing you. Without warning, he plunges into you once more. He fucks you until all you can think about is this, the feeling of him, the waves of pleasure. His hands reach around the front of you and lift you up so your back is pressed against his chest, his fingers catching and toying with your nipples. 

“Kiss me,” he whispers. You turn and find his lips, greedily. His left-hand wraps gently around your throat, not threatening and you stay like that for a moment, not moving just connected, kissing ferociously. 

He releases you and pushes you gently back down. Moving from behind you he coaxes you to your back once more. His face hovering above you he runs his hands up your arms and pins them above your head. This time he’s slow, gently entering you so you can feel every inch of him bit by bit.

“B… Bucky,” you softly moan. This makes a smile rise and his pace quicken just a touch. You meet his rhythm effortlessly in sync. When you push against his hands he presses them harder into the bed and you, surprisingly, love this feeling of giving control over to him. 

“Y/N,” he grumbles before catching your mouth with his. He releases your arms and braces his forearms on either side of your head. You wrap your arms under his feeling the muscles of his back work as he fucks you slow, steady, deep. 

Your back arches pressing against him, he quickens, you’re almost there again, “Please Buck,” his brows crease. 

“Now,” he groans. Both of your bodies shudder in unison, and you hold on tight to him. He kisses you hard, pressing your head into the bed, body shaking. 

When he stops and lifts his head his eyes are gleaming, much as you knew yours were, the intensity having brought tears to you both. You cup his face in your hands and just stare at him before kissing him again. 

You spend a few minutes intertwined like that. Both shaking and just barely keeping it together. It feels like you’re the only two creatures in the world right now like there was never some dark past, just this. 

He pulls away from another barrage of kisses and his thumbs stroke your forehead, “Thank you.” His voice is barely audible. 

“Ditto,” you manage to eke out. This earns you a crooked smile and he reluctantly rolls off of you. 

In his bathroom you don’t even turn the light on for a moment, just looking at the constellation of your skin in the mirror, sparkling and like a starry sky. He was right, it was beautiful. When you emerge he’s pulled the blankets down on his bed and leaned against the headboard still nude. 

Suddenly you feel awkward, exposed despite what just went down. What now? His eyes slowly rise to meet your own and he smiles so big his nose crinkles. Cute. 

“Would you like a shirt?” All you manage is a shrug, standing frozen in the middle of his room. His expression softens and he extends his right hand, “Come here, doll.” 

Was this what you wanted? Did you want to stay? Even sober you, slowly more and more in control of the situation, is on the same page. You absolutely did want to stay. 

Without a word, you crawl into the bed and Bucky wraps you in his arms, your head comfortably resting on his chest. 

“Could… Could I maybe stay here? Just for tonight?” You ask, voice so unsure. 

He tilts your head to look at him. “I wouldn’t have it another way darling.” He kisses you and you both slide down into the bed. A dreamless, contented sleep finding its way to the both of you quickly. 

There’s a loud banging at the door. Who the fuck?! You roll over, committed to ignoring whoever thought you were going to get out of your bed for anything next to a national crisis. 

“Buck!” You hear Steve bellow over the door com. Suddenly you are very awake. “Open the fucking door, man!” Shooting up you remember, last night, you’re in Bucky’s apartment and he’s dead asleep next to you, one ass cheek poking out from under the sheet. Damn, it was a great ass. 

Fuck. Situation at hand. Focus. 

“James fucking Barnes! I am going to tear this door down if you don’t open it!” Jarvis is being smugly silent you note. Traitor.

You pick up the pillow you slept on and smack Bucky with it, “Hey!”

Groaning he rolls over, looking up at you, voice groggy, “What?” 

“I. Am. Not. Kidding. Bucky.” Steve yells.

“Fuck!” Bucky shoots up. 

“Yeah, fuck.” You quip. He’s rummaging for underwear fumbling to get them on. It takes effort to suppress a laugh. 

“You want him to know your here?” He hisses, a smirk on his lips despite the tone. 

“Not particularly.”

“Then hush,” he smiles and leans into the bed kissing you before bolting out of the room, closing the door behind him. 

You sit stunned for a second, pulling the sheet over your chest. What. Was. Happening. 

He just kissed you. Sober you fully in control. And you didn’t hit him, zap him, or think of any way to maim him at all. This was fully Stark’s fault you decide. Him and his fucking special sauce. Ass. 

Grabbing a pillow you hold it to your chest, trying not to focus on the conversation now taking place in the living room. It smells like him, your eyes close as you breathe deep. Nope. You pull yourself together and fling the offending object away from you. 

Bucky (Barnes the stubborn part of your brain wants to still call him), and you couldn’t do this. It would be too much. Too much trauma between you. No. Unacceptable. Groaning you fall forward and face plant on the duvet, ass in the air. But… the sex was fucking phenomenal. 

You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts you don’t hear Steve leave. When the door opens Bucky sees you, face in the bed, ass in the air and laughs. 

“Is this an open invitation or…?”

“You wish,” you say, sitting back into a normal position. He shrugs and smirks in response. Really what you wished was that you could say you’d deny him another round. Because… yeah, even sober you couldn’t turn it down. “Disaster averted?” You ask as he sits on the bed next to you, running his hands through his hair. 

“Disaster’s a little harsh don’t you think?”

Playfully you bat at his right arm. “You know what I mean.”

He flashes you a smile, “Yes, disaster was averted. You can rest easy, our cover of being bitter enemies is not yet blown.” You had rested easy, very easy, after last night you think. 

You nod, “Jesus I need a shower.” You slide off the bed next to him and pick your discarded jeans up off the floor, slipping into them. His eyes burn into you as you do so. When you look back his expression is soft and… appreciative. Nope, you tell yourself again despite the tightening in your belly. 

Your shirt… Fuck… your shirt and bra were still in the range. “Can I take you up on that shirt offer?” Mentally you plan to go there before your own apartment, hoping no one has felt the need to shoot anything yet today. 

“Sure,” he says going to his dresser. Was that disappointment on his face? “Here,” he tosses a black v-neck to you. It’s a bit oversized and smells like him. Ugh. 

The two of you stand awkwardly looking but not looking at the other. Finally, you break the silence. 

“Thanks… for… uh… letting me stay,” you say looking up at him as you pull on a sneaker. 

A half smile rises to his face and he runs his left hand through his hair, “I… I’m glad that… you wanted to…”

Suddenly, a laugh bubbles out of you, you can’t help it. It’s one of those laughs that overtakes you and you just can’t stop. You collapse onto the edge of the bed and he looks at you confused before he can’t help but join in. After a few minutes, you wipe at the tears in your eyes. It had been a long time since you laughed like that… years… decades maybe. 

“What are we? A couple of fucking teenagers? Christ.” You pant out, giggles still coming. He’s closer to you now, beaming. “I feel like I’m about to sneak out the window and hope my mom doesn’t catch me coming home.” 

He extends his right hand, “Oh god, please don’t tell me you’re about to shake my hand and say it was a pleasure or some shit.” A snorting laugh bursts from him and he shakes his head, you take his hand and he pulls you up. 

Your bodies are close though not touching and he’s looking down at you. Unthinking you raise up on your toes and kiss him, not hard or lustful just soft. He cups your face in his hands holding you there. Both of you look into the eyes of the other not knowing at all what to say. 

You sigh, “I’ve got to go.”

“Ok,” he kisses you once more and releases you. You nod and head for the front door. When your hand is on the knob you pause, hearing movement behind you. His hands are on your waist spinning you around. Pinning you to the door he kisses you, hard, passionately. You oblige, each of you wanting one last taste of this, regardless of if it was a good idea or not.

He pulls away, pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead. “I’m going to want my shirt back,” he says smirking. 

“We’ll see, Barnes,” his last name said with a wink, “We’ll see.” Quickly pecking his cheek you push him away and head out the door. 

[deathbyvalentine]

Random Larp Prompts

Cal - Sad Armscrew

It wasn’t exactly something you asked about. But she had been expecting the small psyker to make their way back onto the Chaser. Bit naive perhaps, but towards the end they had had a call sign and everything. An’ it was obvious how attached to the XO they were. She thought they might be sticking around a bit. She wouldn’t have admitted to anyone she was disappointed that Mx. Gearwright didn’t come back onboard.

It was back to general security detail now. No making hot chocolates at silly o’clock, sourcing blankets or giving up her bunk. No more scraps with Castranova’s lot, even though they still eyeballed each other every time they passed in a corridor. No more finding them dozing in odd places or scrawling down weird things they said to pass on. No more getting absolutely infuriated when she lost them when they were played hide and seek with that damn skit.

She should have been relieved. It had been an odd job with an even odder charge. There had been no questions invited about where they had gone and honestly, she wasn’t sure she’d understand the answer considering the weird golden bullshit they’d been pulling. Talk on the ship said they were a saint now. Guess it was time to move on.

But she still found herself humming an old Olethran lullaby from time to time.

Lance - Confession

He felt utterly wretched in a way he hadn’t in far, far too long. He could feel it down to his bones, the hurt so acute it almost became physical. He remembered when he used to get like this in the academy, when he would become incapable of anything but feeling this. It had been one of the many factors that had kicked him into addiction. And now he didn’t have that to fall back on. ‘What do normal people do when they get this sad?’

His shoulders shook with the effort of making sure his tears didn’t produce noise. He couldn’t bear the idea of anyone seeing him in such a mess, not when he had spent so many years carefully constructing this image of competence and effortless control. He pressed his knuckles to his mouth, closed his eyes and forced himself to breathe deeply.

“You wasted your years. You failed the God Emperor.”

He knew it to be true and he thought he had forgiven himself. Apparently not. The wound was ripped open and fresh, and the blood was a hundred disappointing memories. Stealing from superiors, constant insolence, neglecting his duties, dousing himself in stimms and sex, every rotten thing he once was and perhaps still is brought to the surface like something dead coming to the surface of a pond.

He had gotten better. He had made himself. It hadn’t been easy. It had been painful and long-winded and some days he wondered why he had even bothered at all. But that wasn’t chronomancy. It didn’t replace what he lost. And now he was wondering if anything ever could make up for that folly or if he was doomed to forever be playing catch up to a self he despised.

He just wanted to be forgiven, to be absolved, to be good. He never would be, due to what he was and what remained. He just had to accept that and hope the Emperor would love him anyway.

Lance - Penance

He sat back on his heels, keeping his eyes perfectly level. In front of him, a portrait of St. Sanguinius staring right back at him with cold eyes like flint. He could feel the blood travelling down his back, sinking to the waistband of his trousers. The individual lashes had ceased to hurt, instead his entire back had formed into a tapestry of aching fire. He did not let his head drop or his eyes water, but even he couldn’t stop the muscle twitches across his shoulders or the tight fists his hands balled into. But his pride allowed him to stay upright, and for that he was thankful.

“Up.” Slowly, he rose from his knees, cursing the slight tremor in his legs betraying the amount of pain he was in. He held his shirt in his hands, unsure of if he was allowed to put it back on yet, or even if he wanted the fabric on his bare wounds. The air was making them sting but the thought of touching them was almost enough to make him retch. Absently, he noted the spray of blood across the marble. He couldn’t quite connect to the idea it was his.

The Commissar looked him up and down, and he wondered how insolent his face was looking. He didn’t mean for it to be arranged that way but he was reliably informed that his intent didn’t particularly matter in that regard.He didn’t have a victim complex but sometimes he really did wonder if he was punished more harshly simply because of the upwards tilt his lips had.

“Report to the medbay. Clean yourself up. If I see you in the next two weeks, I won’t be as gentle.” He managed to curb the urge to laugh, instead he nodded, saluted and left the room, taking a certain amount of grim satisfaction in the knowledge that marble stained.

He was blind to the number of glances and whispers as he walked to the medbay, lost in his own thoughts. He had no sense of shame about his nakedness, nor about his punishment. He hadn’t gotten anyone killed, he hadn’t endangered anything but himself and the Commissar’s ego, so therefore it was fine. He had no guilt and indeed, no intention of not doing it again. Next time he just wouldn’t get caught.

In bed that night though, he began to have second thoughts. Sleeping on his chest was uncomfortable but anything touching his back was utterly unbearable. And there was a small twinge in the bottom of his stomach which was impossible to ignore, the one that felt like his mother’s disapproval. She may not be here, but her morals certainly were and she would be utterly disappointed to find her son’s respect for authority lacking.

But she wasn’t here. Lance told himself, sharply. If she wanted any say in how he acted, she would be here. The absent don’t get opinions and he was choosing to enjoy himself. Maybe if he fucked up badly enough she would return just to lecture him. Maybe.

Lance - MIU

He balanced the mirror between his knees, clamping them tight. His tongue was poking out from between his lips, eyes squinted in concentration. Carefully mounted on a stand next to the mirror was a list of instructions, beautifully inscribed. In his hands were two long, thin, steel tools that were currently pressed deeply into his MIU. Do not try this at home could have been the caption.

There had been a small malfunction, a high tinny whine that he had diagnosed as being caused by a wire snapping. He couldn’t quite tell if the whine was mechanical or biological, but either way, he was confident he could fix it. If he could do it before his superior officer showed up and dragged him to the medbay anyway.

He found it oddly soothing, the knowledge that he could fix himself. He could sew himself up, rewire his nerves, reset his MIU without ever needing the help of anybody else. That sort of self-sufficiency he treasured. And of course he liked altering and working on his own tech, the same way he did any. 

His hands were steady as he gently dragged the wire from one side to the other, peeling back the broken plastic covering and snipping it away. Another moment and he added a new line of wiring, wrapping it up safely. One wrong move and he could cause complete neural failure. His mouth twitched in amusement. This was a risk as much as flying was. 

He exhaled steadily, removing one tool and picking up the casing from his thigh and easing it into place, the maglock clicking it into place. The screws went in easily, the Castellum design made to be sleek and easy to work with. The casing was a new one - iridescent in most lights, matching the colour of his eyes.

He liked how he looked so much better like this, his skin fused with wires and metal. 

“Do You Long For A Friend?” Matthias thoughtfully mulls his Matchmaking Dinner invitation.

It had become a slight running joke within his family. Gentle, loving, but a joke none the less. How much Matthias loved contracts and dating, and went through partners at alarming speeds. It wasn’t that his love or attraction was casual, quite the opposite in fact. He very rarely broke off contacts or was reluctant to renew them. He just tended to become very starry eyed very quickly. He could find something to love in most people, and once he saw it, he wanted them to know it. He was as invested in his feelings as he was about everything else in his life, and as a changeling freeborn, that was rather saying something.

So when the invitation was delivered, there was never going to be any option but yes. Firstly, he enjoyed the decadence of Sarvos immensely and was keen to revisit it. It was a city that knew how to be beautiful. He wanted to visit the theatres and ciscibeo houses, the galleries and operas. He liked travelling, especially if that travelling came with creature comforts.

Secondly, he was rather curious about this particular Carta. He couldn’t make up his mind about them, if they would get along or not. They were beautiful, certainly, but he always felt several steps behind them. And he did not enjoy feeling like he wasn’t the cleverest person in the room.

Thirdly, and this was the crucial point, he wanted to meet more people and maybe more dating partners outside his comfort zone. He liked change, new things, novelty. And most of his beloveds were from the Coast, with the notable exception of his sort of wife and a few other flirtations. Perhaps too, though he would never admit it, he was missing Sol more than he was letting on.

He hated being alone, left with his own thoughts or bored. He was at his happiest when he had proof in front of him he was adored. One of his fathers had tweaked his antler fondly and joked “If a changeling exists and nobody compliments them, do they exist?” Funny, but a little close to the antler.

He would go. He would have fun and laugh and flirt and get complimented, and everything would be wonderful. He’d make sure of it.

The First Day of Spring

There was still a chill in the air, a light frost covering the leaves and grass. Amber liked the cold, the way it felt sharp against her skin and made her feel like she was filled with buzzing energy. She liked it especially first thing in the morning (which was her favourite time anyway), the way it gathered in low mist or made her breath into steam. She sat at the top of a tree, hands firmly on the branch, watching with satisfaction as the sun rose, turning the sky shades of pink. 

She might have been imagining it but she was sure she could feel it in the air. The sensation of shaking off, of waking up, of creatures and plants under the earth stirring and reaching for the sun. Soon there would be meadows of snow drops and bluebells, rabbits and lambs raising their young, and she wouldn’t have to crack open ponds first thing in the morning. There would be fresh greenery to bio-engineer into her leg - she tried to keep the flowers and vines that knit together to form something like muscles in season. She liked matching the woods around her.

Slowly, taking time to observe the forest around her, she made her way down the tree and onto the path she had carved out over the last month. She never stayed in one place too long of course, but recently she had found a place that captured her interest, and she wasn’t quite done with exploring it yet.

It was a lighthouse, old by the look of the peeling paint and shattered glass. It certainly didn’t light up anymore. And the sea wasn’t for miles, so who knew why it was even here in the first place. When she had first found it, she had circled it suspiciously for a few weeks, not entirely trusting it not to be a trick. She even tossed a few rocks at the structure, hiding behind a bush and waiting to see if anyone came out of the heavy metal door that was set into the circular wall.

Eventually she decided to risk it. The door was unlocked, much to her surprise. It swung open into a silence the likes of which she had never heard. In the forest, it was never silent. There were always twigs snapping, birds singing, wind rustling leaves. It was an entire tapestry of sound from which you could tell a hundred things, if you knew how to interpret it. Here, nothing moved. The air was still and stale and silent. 

It hadn’t changed since that first visit. It wouldn’t have. Inside the first room, there was nothing but a cloak room. If you went through the next door, you were in a room with an iron staircase tracking the side of the wall, curling far upward in an insistent spiral.  As she always did, she made her way up, not quite enjoying the ringing sound her footsteps made. She tread gently, but in this place, even her bare feet made an impact. 

When you got to the top, you went through another door, and then you were in a control room. Metal counters and panels lined the place, surrounded by windows that allowed you to see for miles around, like a watch tower. None of the panels lit up, the power long since cut. Nature had tried to claim this place once, but found few footholds. There were vines, but withered and dead.

Then the were the skeletons.

The bones were picked clean, only a few scraps of clothing remaining. They were on chairs, one or two on the floor as though they just dropped where they stood. There was no blood, no staining. No clue to what had killed them. Maybe some Combine gas or something similar, maybe poison from being stupid in their scavenging. Their workplace had become their tomb.

Amber wasn’t quite sure why she kept coming back here. She spent a lot of time evading death, so much so that her personality was formed around survival. Here were those that were not so practiced at running. The consequences of getting caught. Static, unflinching. It was the worst nightmare she could think of.

Crouching, she decided she wouldn’t come back here again. Time to move on with the seasons, find somewhere to watch the flowers burst into bloom, somewhere to let the sun touch her skin, shyly, like a first lover. She snapped the finger bone from one of the bodies. It was the most that had happened in this place in years. A reminder, a totem of what happened when you forgot how to be good prey.