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[diningwiththeasquiths]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Cobra Kai (Web Series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John Kreese/Amanda LaRusso Characters: Amanda LaRusso, John Kreese, Daniel LaRusso Additional Tags: Femdom, Choking, casual hook-up, Bad Decisions, Belts, Corporal Punishment, Angst Summary:

He likes that! She doesn’t give a shit what he likes! He treats her right, she hits him when he slips, he gets off just from the pain and from getting attention from a gorgeous firecracker who doesn’t care about his feelings.

[whoopsyeahokay]

Alphabet Soup

summary: prompt fill. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it.

(AN: this'll be a multiple-oneshots deal—out of order—with daily additions until it's complete.)

🛎️prompt - Wally Clark NSFW alphabet.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - modern setting. romanticized toxic behavior. grey!Wally Clark. cheating. egregious use of the word 'baby'.

bon reading, frens

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Alphabet Soup - P

P is for the personalized pleasure Wally loves to dote on you. He's a giver like that. What makes you happy makes him happy and he never holds back once he has you alone. Wants to treat his pretty little passenger princess right.

And, damn, he can't hold back when it comes to you. Has to stop at Starbucks and grab your favorite drink before he parks up the street, away from prying eyes. There's a gift in the backseat; something that caught his eye at the mall on Tuesday when he and the boys went to the arcade. Spent his whole paycheck from Reggie's Auto Repair on it without regret.

He can't wait to see you in it. Can't wait to get his hands and mouth all over you, eat you out through the lace, grip the ribbon in a tight fist to deepen the curve of your spine as he fucks in to you.

You make such a beautiful picture under him.

Wally waits, leaning on the hood of his dad's convertible, and greets you with a lopsided smile when you finally sashay up to him, gorgeous, draped in chiffon his favorite color. He drags you into him with his hands on your ass and pins you against him so you'll never get away. Kisses you deep and dirty until he has to stop before he bends you over the nose of the car and treats your neighbors to a show.

He parts with a sweet peck to your lips, opens the door for you, and winks when you notice your drink in the cup holder.

Forty minutes later, Wally's got one hand on the wheel, the other two-fingers deep inside you, pumping tempo to the music as the car charges down a country backroad. Wind whipping your hair, mouth open in pleasure as you pant for more, oh God, Wally, don't stop.

"S'that good, baby?" He says, slow, dark with promise, "Like it when I get you wet like that?"

He's hard, excited for the reward he's planned for himself after he makes you cum. Park in the trees near Castor Lake, tear open the crotch of those cute, baby-doll briefs you opted for, and sink into you from below as he sits like a king in the driver's seat.

And then he'll dress you up, wrap you in the violet lace and ribbon he bought for you, and play out every fantasy he had when he slipped the cashier his credit card.

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Agent Whiskey - NSFW Alphabet

Figured why not share my own fics on here too haha. This here is my NSFW Alphabet for Agent Whiskey from Kingsman : The Golden Circle Rating: Mature/Explicity Warnings: smut, sex, piv sex, bondage (rope), dom/sub, praise kink, and oral sex Written with a x f!reader perspective Masterlist AO3 link. Join my taglist via here! My fics will be uploaded to AO3 first but I will try to remember to upload them here as well!

______ A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Jack is super caring afterwards. He makes sure to get you both cleaned up if any mess, makes sure you’re not injured in any way after usage of any toys and is super snuggly. He cuddles you in his arms and covers you in kisses, telling you how much he adores you until you both fall asleep. B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Jack’s favorite body part of himself is obviously his cock. I mean have you seen the man? He radiates big dick and cocky energy lmao. To him it’s his greatest asset. He knows how to use it and is proud of that. His favorite body part of yours is your ass. He loves to grab handfuls of it when your having sex or cuddling, and he loves to give it a little smack or pinch when in passing. He likes the plumpness of it. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum) He produces a lot of it :x His favorite places to release it are inside you and on your stomach. He’ll clean up the mess afterwards but loves to see you glistening with it. Like he's marked you as his. D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs) He’ll never tell you but… he secretly loves teasing you and doing dirty things with you in public. He’s only done it once (you were so embarrassed after words and got onto him) but it makes him smile and chuckle seeing you get all riled up and trying to hide it. He doesn’t care if anyone sees or finds out, he’ll find a way to get rid of them or shut up. It’s just all part of his love for teasing you. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Jack is up there in age so he’s got a lot of experience under his belt. He knows all the right places to touch. He’s had many endeavours plus he was married for a while. In short, he definitely knows his way around. F = Favorite Position Save a horse, ride a cowboy ya know. Jack loves it when you ride him. He likes to watch you bounce up and down on his dick, being able to look you in the eyes. Mostly forward but doesn’t mind reverse either. G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) Jack can be goofy very often. He loves to goof around with you and make you laugh. He’s a goofy flirt too. However, when in the moment he pushes that aside for the most part and becomes very serious and romantic. Rarely is he goofy when in the moment. H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) He keeps it well groomed. Always trimmed short of shaven down as best as can. Only times it’s out of control somewhat is when he’s gotten back from a long mission where he had not time to worry about such a thing. I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Jack is super romantic. He loves to give you tender kisses, caress your skin, and whisper sweet nothings to you. He loves to praise you. He can get rough when in the moment at times if feeling it, still putting the romance behind it however. J = Jack Off (Masturbation head canon) He’s away on missions a lot so when away from you and craving you he’s got to find a way of release. He often times will get off in his office behind his desk as well if in the mood. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) 1. Jack likes to use rope. It comes from his lasso usage at work. He just finds it fun to tie you up, seeing you wriggle as he teases you and him being able to take charge. 2. He likes to be praised back .L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) He has no preference where you do it. Anywhere and anytime. The bed, the sofa, his office… M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) His motivation is literally just your being. You and everything having to do with you motivates and gets him going. That’s how in love with you he is. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs) Jack might like to get rough at times but he would never go too far as to cause you to cry or leave a mark on you. He doesn’t want to cause you straight up pain. Only pleasure pain. He also refuses to share you. You are for him and him only. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Jack loves to give you oral. He likes to taste you and loves that he can make you cum with just his mouth so easily. He also loves when you go down on him. He loves to watch you fuck himwith your mouth, something about it he finds so beautiful. P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Jack likes a mixture. Starting out slow and sensual and working his way up to rough and fast. Sometimes though he’ll go slow and sensual the entire time, and other times fast and rough. Depends on the mood. Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) If an urge passes through him and he can get away with doing a quickie he is down for it. He prefers proper sex but he’ll take what he can at times. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Jack is always down to experiment and bring new things to the table but he doesn’t want to do anything that you don’t want to. He’ll take risks only so far. Again, he doesn’t want to cause you actual pain, only pleasure pain. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) While he is up there in age that doesn’t stop him. He still can go like he used to years ago. He can last a few rounds. His stamina is up thanks to his field of work. Takes a lot to wear him out. He'll keep going as long as he can and you're willing. T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Only “toys” he owns is rope. As stated he likes to use it to tie you up. He isn't opposed to trying others though if you are. Whether it be on you or on himself. U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Jack loves to tease you and get you riled up. He’s a flirt what do you expect. He loves to torment you and get you all excited, leaving you on the edge to beg for him until he finally gives in. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) He’s got a mouth on him, we all know that. He likes to talk a lot in the bedroom by giving you praises. Now for his moans he is all over the board. He has no control over them for they fluctuate depending on how turned on he is and how much he likes something. W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice) Jack is a dominant person in the bedroom. He likes to be the one to take charge and be in control but he isn’t afraid to let you have some control too on occasions. X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants) He’s packin’. I mean … big dick energy. We been knew. At least 8 inches in length and thick. No wonder it’s his favorite asset. Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) He’s got a high drive. Jack is rearing and ready to go pretty much whenever. He’s a horny motherfucker. Just the slightest tease from you can get him riled up and hard in a matter of minutes. Z =  ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward) He falls asleep fairly quickly, age and all causes that but not until after a good cuddle session.

[copper-wasp]

Even a Devil May Drabble: Smutty Alphabet for Vergil (Part 15/?)

Hi readers! I’m back! Taking a few months off was truly beneficial for my mental health, but good golly gosh I really did miss writing. I hope this lil’ ditty makes up for my absence!

Title: Smutty Alphabet for Vergil, Son of Sparda, The Alpha and the Omega

Rating: E

Words: 1,678

Tag List: @exsultry​ @drusoona​ @xalmasyx​ @blindedstarlight​ @synchronmurmurs​ & any other Vergil lovers out there ~~~

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Also posted to AO3 ~~~

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Vergil worships you both during and after sex; he’ll stroke your hair and pepper soft kisses over your flushed cheeks before cleaning you up. If you try to get out of bed, he scolds you, demanding that you stay put and let him take care of you.

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His arms; lithe and strong, lean muscle wrapped around bone - they can cause so much destruction and hurt, but they can also hold you, pull you close to him if you wake up gasping, still in the grip of a nightmare. He loves feeling your palms trace up them, your fingers curling over his shoulders as you stand on tiptoe to kiss him.

Vergil loves his partner’s eyes. He loves looking into them, seeing how they squint when you smile, narrow when you challenge him, water when he spills his emotions to you, and of course, roll back when he drives you to your release.  

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum) Vergil definitely prefers to leave himself inside you, thick release coating your warm cunt. He was the most excited when you said he didn’t have to wear a condom anymore, the mere thought of being able to come inside enough to make him ravenous for you.

D - Dirty Secret He’s a bit of a voyeur; he loves to watch you dress after sex, watching your hands pull your clothing down over your body.

He’s nervous to bring it up, but he’d love to watch you pleasure yourself, delicate fingers stroking the places that make you moan, lost in bliss as he stood there, unaware of his presence.  

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Vergil’s experience level is low, but the man is a natural at making love. He’s also very good with taking direction, and the things he remembers you like, regardless of how seemingly insignificant, always sends you in the best way.

F - Favorite Position Missionary, for sure. He loves being able to envelop you, let his weight settle atop your body, overloading your every sense with him. He also likes that he can see your face, watch it contort in pleasure, your pupils blown out when you squeeze around him, taking every bit of pleasure you can.  

Though he also doesn’t discount a good ride, fascinated with your bouncing breasts as you grind yourself against him, thighs gripping his hips to kept yourself upright.  

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc?) Serious boy is serious. Even Vergil’s dirty talk is serious - but that doesn’t stop it from being the goddamn hottest thing you’ve ever heard.  

H - Hot Spots (A place that drives them crazy when touched) His neck, for sure. Feeling the soft pads of your fingers trace over the most vulnerable part of his body makes his heart beat so much faster. And then faster still knowing you can feel it thumping beneath your touch.

I - Intimacy (How are they in the moment, romantically?) Vergil always makes sure you know how loved you are. He sings your praises so often you almost flush, turning your head away, unable to hold his gaze when he says such things. But he’ll gently turn your head back to face him, continuing to whisper words of love against your lips, punctuating each sentiment with a soft kiss.  

J - Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon) Vergil doesn’t jerk off too often. He’d much rather wait the extra ten minutes for him to get to your place so he can fuck you silly. After all, why would he touch himself when he knows you’d so willingly take on the task?

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks) One word - bondage. Vergil loves having you trussed up like a present, ready for him to unwrap, or tease. He was pleasantly surprised with how quickly you agreed to his ask, and the reason for your eagerness became clear when he tore the most sinful noises from your throat, interspersed with pleas for more. He’d never exercised as much self control as he did that night, wanting to take you over and over, but resisting, preferring to edge and tease and have you beg for him so much more.  

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do) Vergil feels the most comfortable in a bed with you; there are no limits to the positions you can try, no one to interrupt, nothing that could change the charged atmosphere between you. Now, that one night in the backseat of your car when you’d pulled over to wait for a snow squall to pass, that was quite an interesting change of scenery. Or when you’d convinced him to take you from behind while you were bent over Dante’s desk, that was something he’d never forget.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?) Vergil prefers the chase. Especially when you initiate it with sly touches and dirty quips whispered in his ear in public. He loves when you rile him up, even when you understand the punishment you’ll receive when he finally has you in his grasp.

N - No (Something they won’t do, turn offs) Anything you don’t want to do. He knows that “no” is non-negotiable, and he respects you too much to do anything other than stop.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Giving, giving, giving. Your taste, your scent, the way your thighs tense against his head and your fingers weave into his hair, all of it drives him wild.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?) Vergil will do either; he’s good at reading your mood, or if you tell him what you’d like, he will gladly comply. It doesn’t matter if it’s slow and steady or he’s fucking you into the mattress, he’s honored every time you choose him.  

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc) Not his thing. When he has you, he wants to take his time.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks, etc?) Vergil is absolutely game to experiment. He’s pretty nonjudgmental when it comes to matters of sex, and would definitely be up for anything new within reason. He might also have some ideas of his own that he’d like to try, and they might involve a blindfold, a crop, and some absolutely filthy dirty talk.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) Vergil can literally go for hours. Be careful not to tease him about his stamina, else you may also find yourself going for hours. There’s something he loves about hearing your breathy, overstimulated moans as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you and filling you up with his own release.  

T - Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or on themselves?) He will often use toys as an enhancement to your lovemaking. Vergil prefers to be the one using them on you, watching you squirm under a vibrator or how your back arches when he pushes a smooth, silicone plug into your ass. But he also loves when it’s just him, his hands... and his mouth.  

U - Unfair (How much do they like to tease?) Vergil enjoys teasing, no doubt about it. Particularly when he’s got you at his mercy, toying with you until you beg; he loves the sound of your voice when you’re desperate, but even more so when he gives you what you desire. The buildup culminating into something that encompasses the both of you, peaking with a beautiful, breathless moan, that he’ll more often than not swallow right from your lips.

V - Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?) Vergil is usually quiet as he prefers to hear your lovely noises, but you like the challenge of getting him to groan and curse and have his voice join yours in a satisfied chorus.

W - Wild Card (Random headcanon for the character of your choice) While Vergil does love being in charge, there is also a desire to be submissive. Once he got over himself enough to ask you to dominate him, you had him calling you ‘mistress’ in no time flat, begging you to let him come.

X - X-Ray (What’s going on under those clothes) Vergil is slim, but his body is roped with lean muscle, and you love tracing over the soft dips between them. His long, lithe legs drive you absolutely wild, and it’s always a treat when he lets you wantonly rut yourself against his thigh.

His cock matches the rest of him; long enough to reach your deepest spots, not too thick, and with a gentle upward curve, perfectly engineered to fit your body. The head is a bit wider than the shaft, a satisfying ‘pop’ when he pushes it past your entrance.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Average, but can always be convinced if you’d like him more often. Not that he doesn’t have spells where he craves you like no other, and ignores any other responsibilities to stay in bed with you for days.

Z - ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?) Vergil will never fall asleep before you do. He will bundle you in his arms, making his chest your pillow, and gently stroke your hair until he feels your breathing even out and your heartbeat slow. He’ll trace his gaze over your face, your eyelashes resting against your cheeks, lips parted just a little to allow your warm breath to escape. Having you fall asleep first also gives him time to think about how lucky he is to have you, how he nearly can’t believe that you chose him.

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[sonorous-cicada]

Shisui’s Journal FINAL ENTRY

Kisame began to struggle with what had been written on the page as he read. The letters became crowded and the phrases clipped in an almost illegible scrawl. He had seen intelligence reports like this. Those that had written them were always moments from death. The hands were far from the heart, and the body always tries to survive by shutting down the extremities and non-essential organs first. That the man had continued to write was almost impressive, for a Leaf shinobi, anyway. As he rose from his resting place, Itachi took the journal and set it on the ground. He turned his eyes from black to mangekyo and lit the collection of paper, ink and leather in an eternal fire.

It was upon reflection of this moment, that Kisame regretted not knocking the sharingan wielder unconscious and carrying him away. At the time, however, he thought that Itachi was simply being melodramatic. All Uchiha had a flair for melodrama, after all.

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Dearest Itachi,

I only have moments. Danzo has attacked me and taken my right eye. I need you to know that I love you. Life won’t be easy without me. But, my love, you need to let go. Be free. If I am dead then things will change for our clan and things will become better for everyone, even you. I know, you’ve probably seen the other entries by now. I didn’t mean to hide it from you. But as my end draws near, I know it probably has hurt you. I’m so so sorry for any pain that I caused you. Even if I have to wait lifetimes, I will do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness for my weakness. You used to say that I was the muscle in the relationship, but you’re wrong: you have always been my strength in this world.

You know I’ve never been one for poetry or flowery phrases. But I’m going to try. I would do anything for you.

Be assured, even in the grave I’ll hunger for your gentle touch. I’ll crave the soothing sound of your voice speaking in hushed tones against my ear. In another life, I will be your man; and I swear by all that is holy, I would never leave you. But in this life, I can’t stay. You’re the breath in my lungs, the rhythm my heart beats to, the song that my soul sings to. If I could realign the universe to spare you a moment of pain, I would.

Our stars have always burned brighter together. I remember the dew mixing with the sweat on our bodies, laying on our backs in the grass. Those stars had never been half fas bright as they were when reflected in your eyes.

Itachi, please take your time following me. I want to see you again when you are an old man. If the clan, no the world, were to lose you, then they would lose an invaluable source of kindness and wisdom. It would be a tragedy. You have the power to bring people together. You will find a way, you always do. I leave the future to you. As for the past, if the gods were kinder, I would go down on my hands and knees and beg them to freeze this morning when I woke up in your arms.

My sandglass is empty. Please, never forget: I love you. Unconditionally. Even if the entire world were to turn their backs on you, I love you. Even if you were to commit the most heinous crimes, I could not help but love you.

Love,

Shisui

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“Itachi,” a soft familiar voice called from the horizon. It was too soon. He needed to show his brother love one last time. He had to hold on. “Itachi, come home…”

Itachi staggered the final three steps to Sasuke as the teenager huddled against a wall. He lifted his arm, smiled at him and poked his forehead one last time. “Come home, Itachi…”

The light was blinding when he closed his eyes and his lungs felt free for the first time in years. He took a deep cleansing breath and opened his eyes. In front of him was a wooden door painted red with a bronze handle. He pulled it open. The room it led to was full of soft furnishings and scrolls tucked neatly away on several bookcases. There was a faint smell of dog and the sound of nails on hardwood as a familiar face bound him. The dog kissed his hands familiarly and gave him a friendly woof before trotting away to a nearby bed.

Itachi watched the dog for a moment before he heard it: the most beautiful sound in the world, “Welcome home, Itachi!”/p>

“Shisui?”

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AN: Thank you so so much for reading!!!! If you liked this, please leave a comment. To catch up on the previous 15 entries, try Ao3 or fanfiction.net

Of course, this was the final entry for Shisui's journal. I hope to post some one-shots and other stories based on the Shiita or Itashi pairing soon.

[lucarioisinthevoid]

hello good sir (sir being a gender neutral term), i'd like to send some p r o m p t s. so i haven't played ucn in a LONG time, but some ideas off the top of my head: toy freddy (would be funny), funtime foxy (cause they're a bitch), n. fredbear and maybe nightmare (cause they're twisted versions of his b e l o v e d fredbear), and maybe foxy+bonnie (cause it's a bitch). just some ideas! also, being a man of culture, i'd like to request some tortu- jk, jk (i'd say sth funny but character limit).

(I will fight you for this ask. I will come to you home and pick you up and fling your body into space and into literal Among Us. My brain was going a mile a minute trying to gather enough coins to get rid of Funtime Foxy, and keep on top of EVERYTHING ELSE- And yet I was still surprised when I finally got jumpscared. Welp, I couldn’t have predicted it, so it’s kinda fun being able to write this now. Also yes, warning for mild torment! I’m just not good at writing it- Oh, also, here’s the AO3 link to the thing: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27687695/chapters/67764007 You can read the whole thing there and I update it there as I do here. You can request over there to, but that’s beside the point)

Be on top of his games. Watch his shows. Check in, but only at the right times. Henry grinded his teeth. It was almost like he had a son again- dear god, this truly was hell, wasn’t it? For a moment he had thought the Helpy robot was joking as he elaborated on what the damn plastic piece of shit’s mechanic was- No. No cursing. He shook his head. That was being petty for no reason. He had a mechanic- and it was a stupid one- but that was better than nothing. It was better than being told “you will die” without being able to do anything about it. For a moment he frowned, a though manifesting itself in the back of his mind. … if he would know there was no way to escape the pain, he would grow numb to it. So whoever or whatever set this up seemed to have a keen interest in- The clock chimed, it was time to play. Instantly he pulled up the monitor. He had been gifted the leeway of being allowed to eradicate one of them- and dear god, he would not say no, not if it was the only chance to give a little bit of payback. He checked on Toy Freddy- a good contender to be murdered- and clicked the door of the- vacuum cleaner- dear god, this would make his brain rot- then he moved on to more sensible things, like checking on Foxy, who was thankfully out, then moving over to gathering coins. Laughter from the door. “Mister Miller… look at you. You seem stressed.” “Why yes, I am quite tense.” Without looking up he closed the doors, opening them up right away. “I have to admit to my distain of the character selection that currently is coming after me. They make no sense, you see?” Another, similarly as deep voice sounded, albeit with a brighter tint to it- “… oh, don’t be ashamed of that, Mr. Miller. They have more distain for you than you do for them.” Once more, doors closed, doors open. He didn’t even need to look. “I can assume that, yes, but that is hardly my issue, is it now? My issue is their reality bending and tedious habits.” For this round he would be stuck on the cameras, wouldn’t he? Once more he flipped over to Foxy, gathering coins and being quietly thankful for the fact that he and Bonnie had not switched places yet. He had to get this done in the first time-warped hour and if he didn’t- he wasn’t sure when exactly the clock would move over and he didn’t want to find out. The nightmare duo was chuckling, so he shortly put the monitor down to look inside of Nightmare Fredbear’s red eyes. “… what are you supposed to be?” “You have never truly understood your own creation, did you…? If it lives… it changes…” “The only nightmare I ever created were the suits and-“ He turned to the other side, spotting the more pinkish eyes shining from that frame. “… you. Are you not supposed to be me?” “I think you can answer that yourself.” Shaking his head, Henry dismissed both of them, closing the doors and opening the camera feed, checking once more on Foxy, helping out Toy Freddy and finally snatching up the last few coins he needed- instantly he moved over to the price corner, ordering one of the silver coins- His eyes darted to the clock- Oh god, only a few more moments before the timer skipped- The pink hellfox was peering out of its cove, grinning widely- a grin that instantly was replaced by an agonized and hateful scream as Henry used the coin, allowing himself for a moment to watch the machine literally being disintegrated into clear silver dust. From the side, Nightmare Fredbear chuckled. “… how cruel.” “This is a dog-eat-dog world. You should not try to inflict onto others what you are not willing to go through yourself.” “Oh? Are you ready for what is coming for you then?” Abruptly Henry started laughing, as he once more checked on Foxy, then moved to Toy Freddy. “What? What is coming for me? Being brought back to Fredbear’s, except this time I am immortal, have inhuman strength and can start honing my ability to move whatever I desire with my mind? What a terrible fate you are threatening me with, Nightmare! I am appalled! How dare you gift me with everything I have ever wanted!” One last time he switched back to Foxy, then deactivated the monitors, assuming it was best to be on Foxy’s camera right away, so when he pulled the camera back up- His eyes fell on the little figure of Bonnie that was now on the table. For the love of god, how could he have been that stupid!? Looking up at Nightmare Fredbear’s red eyes, he saw a bit of bemusement in it- that and a deep, underlaying level of pure disgust. “… will you ever learn, Mr. Miller? Will you ever realize that the resistance you have been met with was not from nowhere? Will you learn that you cursed them?” “NONSENSE.” Henry HISSED. “I considered you smart. I was wrong. The only reason the children were struggling against me because I could not yet accommodate them well enough- propaganda against me and my mission was spread. William seemed to have been just fine with his joke of a family that he had gotten himself in a flight of passing fancy. What made him different?!” There was only silence from the outside, as Henry glanced once more at the figure. Still Bonnie and it wouldn’t change. Muttering more so to himself than to the Fredbear, he stressed his point. “Nature has turned on me for taking what I desired, much like the ocean, the skies and the land has turned against humanity at every opportunity. Even in the different religious texts, humanity and to steal and take with violence what it needed to become what it was meant to be. One god banished the species in fear of them becoming immortal, much like the being itself- another wanted to deny us fire as petty retaliation, because fire brings creation- and it had to be taken back by theft.” Not quite, but close enough. He didn’t want to recount the stories. “… if you want to grow, you have to feed, and if you feed, you destroy. And so, destruction brings new creation. We feed off the old gods and create new rules. Nature does not like to be controlled and abused- all it wishes is to slowly burn itself out. Until nothing is left. But we humans preserve- we are a species who is so defenseless, yet have made it this far, by preserving knowledge, by learning early, early and as much as we can- eventually however it will come to a standstill. You can only learn so much with the time given. Until said time become infinite. Some ills of humanity can only be cured by allowing humans to permanently remain and learn. For that we need immortality.” There still was only silence and he sighed- He had wasted too much time. The Bonnie figure was still there, but he might as well get it over with, he wouldn’t get around him disabling the cameras. Quickly he closed the door to the left side where he knew Nightmare Fredbear was waiting, pulling up the cameras, to Bonnie’s aggressive scream- But before he could really boot the thing up, a giant black paw came from above grabbing the little tablet, cracking it. The Amalgamation was towering over him, black fur and metal broken up by the silver shine of its teeth. Baffled for a few seconds, Henry looked at him. “I… did not hear you.” “The others are not your problem anymore, are they now?” With its vile grin it picked Henry up by the head, an incredibly painful experience, playfully throwing him against the wall with full force- a crack was sounded and as Henry tried to stumble back on his feet, he quickly realized he couldn’t- something was damaged, so badly that the pain was too much- His head was still sharp though, the white pain barely being fended off by his mind trying to figure out how this creature could be HERE- It had been HIM, it was HIM, what would make him want to- Blood was dripping from out his mouth, tasting disgustingly mechanical- “… you… you are supposed to be ME-“ Smiling the monstrous bear-esque beast picked him up, causing another wave of incoherent, glowing pain to wash through Henry, his whole chest being just enough to fill the Amalgamation’s hand. “I was you. We have seen all your thoughts, all your ideas, we have shaped, and we have remembered. You are me. And we crave violence, Mister Miller. Your words were pretty to hear, but we do not believe them. We know what we are- a monster who thinks of itself too highly, an animal unable to resist the siren call of violence and blood. Our creation has not made us better than all the monsters we feared becoming. There is only one difference between us… … I am not ashamed of my needs anymore.” With that he started pulling on Henry’s arm, pulling as the delirious man convulsed under him- Ready to take a bite out of it. “But I do love creation too… and I cannot wait to see what we will turn you into. The brain is moldable, Henry. It does fantastical things under pain and pressure…” His other claw was digging into the human’s head. The other was pulling the now separated arm to his maw, biting down with a sickening, wet crunch. Happily he sighed. The few seconds of Henry’s awareness that were left only wondered quietly if his parts being consumed would mean he would never get them back- The Amalgamation seemed to hear the thought, grinning at him with its now stained teeth. “I will vomit you back… to relieve your horror…” … with that Henry faded.

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Oh, Sweet Love - Are You Being Like That, Knowing That It Drives Me Crazy? [12/15]

Summary: There was something about that Bruno Buccellati, a gentle, charming demeanor that was as welcoming as it was mystifying. He made for a delightful guest to your hotel, never failing to bring you joy with his arrival and ache upon his departure.

This time however, things would change between you both. Or so you would try.

How hard could it be to seduce someone any way?

Rating: R

Pairing: Reader/Buccellati

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Amore.

Your head was lost in a spinning whirl.

A term of endearment.

He just referred to you with such.

You felt weightless, a sensation furthered by the sudden weakness in your knees.

But with the way how Bruno held onto you so tightly, you remained anchored to where you stood, to reality, to him.

Every fantasy you had conjured up of him rushed through your thoughts, anticipating, praying for when his hands would start stripping you bare and just touch you as you had longed for and craved.

However, he continued to hold you, his movements at a still, but the air exuding off of him just so powerful and captivating. He uttered out your name, his voice like that of molten honey trickling into your ear. His seductive tone left you to shiver and press your thighs close together. "Tell me--for the past two weeks, you've been trying to bed me, yes?"

You gasped in surprise, an instinctive "no" squeaking out from your lips, even as heat began to surge through your body, enough for the beginnings of a few drops of sweat to form on your neck. Contrary to what you perceived, your attempts at seducing him were actually effective. Though as much as you wished for him to pay notice to you, to be confronted about your actions in such a delightful yet sudden way made you wish to hide.

After all, you were settling for just a night in bed together, for it simply wasn't possible for a man of his caliber to consider romance with you.

Bruno chuckled lowly, the sound and breath of his laughter furthering your current inability to stand up properly.

Though, what had you scrambling to grab onto him at last was the hot, wet sensation of his tongue dragging up the length of your neck in one long, smooth lick.

His lips returned to hover by your ear just before a few 'tsk's were uttered out, a teasing inflection to his words--he was enjoying this dearly, "Don't lie, signorina. From the twirl and hike of your skirt, to cleaning my lap--so innocent yet so dirty in intent."

You shuddered and let out a meek whine, "Si--Signor-."

A light kiss was pressed against the shell of your ear, some tenderness amidst his relentless teasing, "My name, amore, please...say my name."

Such blessed, tender contact. You wanted more, craved for more, but knew his hands would only descend down to touch you further if you were upfront about your motives.

Thus, your hands moved up to touch his face. Your heart thudded against your chest even more than what this situation had already caused when you noticed him nuzzle against your palm.

Still, despite your nerves and all, you stared right into his eyes, gathering your courage as you declared, "Bruno...I have an explanation for all this..."

But before you could say anything further, the elevator came to a screeching halt, the lights shutting off as an icy, menacing aura began to make its presence known within the tiny space.

Don’t hide yourself Are you being like that, knowing that it drives me crazy? There are so many guys following you around So many, are you being like that though you know? That’s no no no no no No no no no no babe

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Alphabet Soup

summary: prompt fill. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it.

(AN: this'll be a multiple-oneshots deal—out of order—with regular additions until it's complete.)

🛎️prompt - Wally Clark NSFW alphabet.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - modern setting. romanticized toxic behavior. grey!Wally Clark. cheating. egregious use of the word 'baby'.

bon reading, frens

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Alphabet Soup - A

A is for the addiction Wally develops for hot cherry kisses.

He grabs you by the wrist between classes, pulls you into the empty boy's locker room, and crowds you against a locker. Coaxes a thigh between your legs and fists a hand into your hair, angling your head perfectly before he descends.

Deep kisses shallow and then break as he moves to graze the tip of his nose along your neck.

"That's it, baby," He says, sandpaper-rough, nudging thick, hard muscle against your pussy. Tiny motions, barely perceptible, but so fucking good. "You like that, don't you?" Humid breath tickles the sensitive skin behind your ear, "Come on. Want you to wreck those pretty little panties for me."

And he slips a hand between your bodies, under the waistband of your low-rise jean skirt, and curls two fingers into you, coating them liberally before he slip-slides them up a fraction and begins rubbing your clit in slow, delirious circles.

You shudder against him, nails digging into his back over his t-shirt. God, his jeans are ruined, the wet stain spreading, and, shit, fuck, he hears you choke on a moan as your body stiffens in ecstasy.

He slams his mouth to yours just as you cry out, swallowing the rest of the sound before anyone can hear it. Wally gentles the kiss, parts with a smack, and rests his forehead against yours while you catch your breath.

"Such a good girl," He praises, combing your hair back with his clean hand, thumb smoothing across the arcs of your cheeks. Careful. Kind. A ruse because then he drops to his knees, slides his hands up your skirt, and yanks your panties down to your ankles.

You step out of them, a little lightheaded, a lot spent, not even bothering to complain when he shoves them in his pocket. Wally maneuvers you to the door with a hand on your ass and a bite to your shoulder, says he'll see you in class—that he has to change into his gym shorts because of the mess you made.

"Your fault," You remind him, and hell yeah it is, he already wants to do it again.

He takes care of himself under a lukewarm shower and, ten minutes later waltzes into History late, shit-eating grin wide, dismissing Ms. Fields' warnings with a loose salute. He slides into his seat at the back of the class where he revels in the looks the other students give him. That Janet bores into the side of his head.

Wally's mouth is still sticky—he was careful not to get it wet—the taste of your lip gloss syrupy-sweet whenever he presses his lips together. He can't get enough, wants more—needs more—the thought loud and all-consuming.

He answers Ms. Fields when she calls on him, reciting what he knows about the Dust Bowl, but as soon as Ms. Fields moves on, his eyes skate back to you. And Janet's right there, sitting next to him, watching him watch you. Outright. Shameless.

When you peek over your shoulder, he holds your gaze as he licks his lips with intention, the action layered with all the dirty fantasies he's had since walking into the room.

There's a fresh sheen of gloss on a smile that raises one corner of your mouth as you pick up what Wally's putting down.

Janet seethes in her seat.

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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

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Din Djarin - NSFW Alphabet

Figured why not share my own fics on here too haha. This here is my NSFW Alphabet for Din Djarin from The Mandalorian Rating: Mature/Explicity Warnings: smut, sex, piv sex, masturbation, overstimulation, edging, bondage and dom/sub Written with a x f!reader perspective Masterlist AO3 link. Join my taglist via here! My fics will be uploaded to AO3 first but I will try to remember to upload them here as well! ___________ A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Din didn’t really know anything about aftercare until you came into his life. He at first just kind of left you there, going back to work. After a while he picked up and learned that he should help you clean up, hold and caress you for a bit. B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Din’s favorite body part is his hands and arms. He uses them everyday as part of his job and because of that they are fairly toned and strong. He likes what he can do with his hands to tease you, caress you and more. But also like how strong his arms are to hold you and carry you. His favorite body part of yours is your  ass. He likes to place a hand on it while walking through towns to guide you, and grab handful of it when making out or during sex. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) Mans got a lot of it. I mean he’s never really had sexual experiences until you came along. He only got off a few times by himself but it wasn’t enough to get him off as properly as he wanted or needed. But with you in the picture now and knowing how to get him off just right… he produces a ton.  He also loves to make you taste his. And taste yours in response, he finds it delicious. D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He always makes sure to keep his face hidden only taking his helmet off in the darkness but the thought has crossed his mind a few times to say fuck it and remove it so you can finally see the real face of the man who fucks you, kiss you and make love to you without a beskar or blanket of darkness barrier but he continues to hold on to his tradition. One day he will do so but probably not until he marries you. If you will have him. Thus still following his traditions and not breaking codes. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Din doesn’t have much experience. He’s had a few endeavours here and there but nothing memorable and were only quickies. He usually just got off on his own. Being a Mandalorian and unable to remove your helmet, trying to keep yourself protected too limits you. He is learning a lot more now that you are in his life and showing him different things. F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying) He loves taking you up against the hull’s wall holding you in his arms while you’re legs and arms are wrapped around him. He doesn’t mind taking you from behind against the wall either. Watching as your butt wiggles in response and arch back into him for more. G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) Din is never goofy in the moment. He is as serious as can be as usual and makes sure to make things romantic and as sensual as can be. H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) He’s a busy man fighting Imps and others, traveling all over the galaxy and now having to care for an adopted son so he doesn’t always get to groom himself but he does his best to. Never gets too unmanageable, usually just some short curly hairs. I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Din wasn’t very romantic at first, not sure how to do so. He was pretty quiet and rough the first few times until you taught him and he softened up. Now he is a true romantic. Always calling you sweet names, caressing you, and only being rough with you when you ask. He has become a true romantic to you but denies to keep his tough guy persona going. J = Jack Off (Masturbation head canon) Din in the past has jacked off quite a lot. It was his only form of release until he met you. Since you came into his life though he has toned down on doing so since he now has you as a means to help release. You still on occasions can catch him doing so in the cockpit and then tease him about it. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) He is new to kinks, still exploring them. Again minor lack of experience. But he has learned he likes edging, overstimulation and bondage so far. L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) Anywhere on the ship. He has no preference. It’s really the only location you guys have to yourselves to do it for he doesn’t feel safe often staying at inns. As long as the kid is fast asleep and tucked away in his pod out of ear shot… anywhere on the ship works for him. M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) His motivation is honestly just you yourself. You get him through everything. You are the light in his life. You keep him going to stay alive on the job and keep him on his toes in the bedroom. A simple tease from you can get him motivated and rearing to go. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs) Don’t even think about someone else touching you. You are his and only his. He refuses to share you. So threesomes or swinging is out of the question. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) He loves when you go down on him. It’s a new experience to him and something about it makes him feel feral. He loves watching as you take him in your mouth and make eye contact with you (even if you can’t tell you are with his helmet on or in the dark). He also loves to go down on your in return, again he finds your juices sweet tasting. P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) He uses a mix of both depending on the mood and what you want. He can go sensual and slow or fast and rough. He has no preference. Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) He’s a busy man always having to track quarries or deal with the kid so oftentimes quickies are the way to go. He doesn’t mind them. Taking you in the cockpit in his chair, or against the wall in the hull. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Din is a man of many risks. It’s a part of his job. He doesn’t mind trying new things with you but doesn’t want to do anything you don’t want to do. He will always ask you first and confirm with you if you suggest something if that’s what you really want to do. He also doesn’t want to go too far and risk hurting or upsetting you. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Din is always pushing himself to the limits with his job so his stamina is very high. He can go several rounds and lasts for a good while. How many rounds you guys go is up to you though, he doesn’t want to push you too much. T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Din doesn’t have any toys he uses himself. He never did this stuff really with others until you came into his life so he had no need for them. He isn’t even sure what there is to use. He isn't opposed to using anything if you mention it. Open to new things. U = Unfair (How much they like to tease) Din *loves* to tease. He likes to get you riled up when out in public, get you riled up right before he leaves for a quarry. He knows it leaves you craving him more when you can’t have him right away. He’s ghost his fingers over you in different places, and whisper things to you to get you worked up. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) He’s a man of few words but in the bedroom he is constantly whispering praises to you. He moans an awful lot too but not too loud. W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice) Din’s a dominant person. He likes to be in control. It comes from his job and he tries to ease up on it in the bedroom but it’s hard. You don’t mind though, you like him being dominant and in control, only easing up when you are teaching him something new. X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants) He’s packin’ fairly well. At least 8 inches in length and thick. Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) He didn’t think he had a high sex drive but he does. His drive is fairly high. Always craving and thinking of you. Z =  ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward) Din doesn’t tire easily. So he doesn’t fall asleep right away afterwards. He ends up spending a good time cuddling you and having convos with you (now that he’s learned about aftercare).

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A Carry On Dictionary: Letter S

Letter A     |     Letter B     |      Letter C     |      Letter D     |     Letter E

Letter F (Rated: M)     |     Letter G     |     Letter H     |     Letter I     |     Letter J

Letter K     |      Letter L     |     Letter M     |     Letter N     |     Letter O

Letter P     |     Letter Q     |     Letter R     |     Letter S     |     Letter T    

Letter U     |      Letter V     |     Letter W (Trigger Warnings)     |      Letter X

Letter Y     |     Letter Z

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Summary: Simon hears sounds. They’re not the right ones.

Sound, {sound}  

An auditory effect or stimulation created by a specific cause

The wind whips.

The water hums.

The grass rustles.

The trees whisper.

The doors creak.

The rocks rumble.

And those sounds are pretty great, I guess.

Baz breathes.

Baz sneezes.

Baz groans.

Baz snores, too, which never bothered me too much until recently.

Baz sings in the shower, and when he cooks, and when he cleans, and all the time.

Baz laughs when he sees a penis shape in the cloud because we’re still immature.

And those sounds are the best, and I love them very much, but they’re familiar.

My heart ached for a different sound ringing in my ears. Baz went to a farmer’s market at the village at the foot of our mountain. He learned the local tongue faster than I did, so he does a lot of the menial tasks alone. We needed some more flour to make bread and I was really craving a salad, so he went down to get a jar of mayonnaise to make my favorite dressing.

I can’t describe what it was that provoked me to get online and search for goats, but I was extremely compelled to do this. Maybe I was feeling nostalgic, maybe I was feeling extremely mortal that day, or maybe I just missed one of the only people that I considered family. Ebb was the primary reason I felt at peace at Watford. I literally looked for ASMR videos with goats, and I found some, sure, but it wasn’t real enough for me.

The second that Baz walked through the front door and called my name, I was in the hallway with a slack look on my face. He wouldn’t doubt how serious I was when I said it if I did it that way. I approached him slow and steady, and then I practically shouted.

“I WANT A GOAT FARM NOW!” I think I would’ve understood if he’d told me ‘no, absolutely not, that’s ridiculous, Simon, no,’ but that bastard actually did it. Within a week there were five baby goats and a plateau where I would take care of them. They weren’t like Ebb’s goats because these had to be proper mountain goats that could survive the weather, but they were goats. They were my goats.

Baz told me he knew why I wanted them. “You wanted to be a goatherd, right?” I hated that he was right but not really. I hated that I loved that he just knew. That’s what real love is, I thought then, and I still do, but real love is when your partner just knows you so well that they knew things you’ve never properly said to them.

I loved Baz Pitch so much it hurt. It still hurts. My one heart? How was it ever going to be enough to give to him?

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A Carry On Dictionary: Letter E

Letter A     |     Letter B     |      Letter C     |      Letter D     |     Letter E

Letter F (Rated: M)     |     Letter G     |     Letter H     |     Letter I     |     Letter J

Letter K     |      Letter L     |     Letter M     |     Letter N     |     Letter O

Letter P     |     Letter Q     |     Letter R     |     Letter S     |     Letter T    

Letter U     |      Letter V     |     Letter W (Trigger Warnings)     |      Letter X

Letter Y     |     Letter Z

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elope, {ih-lohp}

to run off secretly to be married, usually without the consent, approval, or knowledge of a parent/of parents

There are nights that you never forget, and not even because of the things that happened. Some nights the air is so crisp and fresh that it can be left on the tongue for hours. The sky is so dark that the stars don’t seem so far away. Each and every step over the earth and its many decorations has a strong feeling of significance, even if the steps are to nowhere in particular.

  Baz feels this way as he wanders away from the reception hall. Inside the guests were eating and toasting and cheering and those wonderful proper things that humans can do without worry of illness. Lying about his dietary habits is easy enough but it grows tiring, and quickly at events of this size. Instead, he pardoned himself to the restroom. Better they think he’s having a bit of ‘tummy trouble’ than ask him again if he has an eating disorder.

 Penny Bunce, or rather Missus Penelope Monroe…

 Memories of the last day she’d spent overnight in London flood Baz’s brain. On that same day he moved back in with Simon. Not unlike this night, he knew it was something he would never forget the instant he took a deep breath inside the taxi. Returning to this comfortable life with Simon that he’d grown to miss, crave even, was all he could have asked for in the New Year. After Penny left, things began to fall into place a little more quickly, though not necessarily in the traditional ways.

 For example, Simon isn’t as physically motivated as Baz, so they have different ways of communicating their desires. Baz hangs a necktie on the key rack when he’s feeling neglected. Simon will put an upside down glass on the coffee table when he definitely isn’t interested in physical affection, though when he is feeling quite the opposite he’ll move the cactus from the coffee table to the kitchen table. Perhaps it is unconventional but it works. Since then, they’ve become far more open about actually discussing what they want from each other intimately.

 Aside from that, Simon got a job as a receptionist with an accounting firm. It barely qualifies as full-time job but the hours are nice and the schedule has allowed the pair of them to start going on proper dates and become a more traditional couple. So many positive things have changed that Baz can hardly believe it’s only been eight months since Penny moved to America.

 Marriage.

 Sometimes, on rare occasions, Baz considers what his future will look like with Simon. Baz can die. There’s no doubt about it. The unknown variable is more in regard to how long he will live naturally. Simon is still young and he has a few years before aging will set in and create visual distinction between them. However, that time will come. How will it affect them? What will people think or say when Simon is old and grey with a young man in great health fawning over him in what will unmistakably be a romantic way.

 Could Baz ever get married to Simon?

 There had been jokes made and daydreams where the thought had crossed his mind but never in this serious of a manner. Hanging his head low, Baz gloomily kicks small pebbles off of the sidewalk. More than anything, this life with Simon, he wanted it to be his whole story. From beginning to end: Simon Snow and Baz Pitch against the world (and the odds, sometimes). Cliché? Yes. Gay? Definitely. Boring? Perhaps, but that’s what made it so worth living!

 “Who sneaks out of a wedding reception, Basilton?” Simon’s gruff voice erupts the city silence, which is distinctly difference from actual silence. There’s noise everywhere but none of the sounds belong to people. When you are surrounded by the city’s silence, it is a suffocating sense of stillness despite all the things moving so loudly in all directions. Though he went outside to be free of the social structure and obligation of the other guests, he welcomes Simon warmly. Mostly, anyway.

 Hands stuffed in pockets and chin tucked against his chest, Baz replies in a weak tone of just barely enough interest to be convincing. “I only care about one wedding, my good sire, and I am afraid to admit that this simply isn’t the right one.” His laugh is nervous at best. Red hair bouncing and frizzing from the last tendrils of summer’s humidity, Simon not only closes the distance between them but fills it completely. Not even a second passes before Baz forgets that it was every empty to begin with.

 “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but,” Simon’s cocky tone captures Baz’s attention. Well, locks onto it rather. He was already paying attention but this ensures that his mind doesn’t stray to this thought or that one. Every sense is dialed onto Simon Snow and how he plans to finish this thought. “But that sounds like a question pretending to be a statement.”

 It certainly hadn’t been his intention, though the smile that curls his lips without permission betrays the reality of his commentary. “Not at all my aim, I assure you.”

 “So we’re not eloping then?” Raised brows and lips pressed into a straight line across his face, Simon reveals in no way that he’s being serious or hiding the fact that he’s joking. Baz stands there without changing his expression or body language in any way. It remains awkwardly tense until Simon simply repeats the question. “Not going to elope since you don’t like weddings, huh?”

 Baz nudges Simon with the knuckle of his left forefinger, applying a small amount of pressure to his shoulder with each point of contact. Does he ask? Does he wait? Or does he admit that he would like nothing more than to be married to him – right now – yesterday, even! He settles for something less expressive. “It’s not off table, if that’s what you’re trying to get at, Snow.”

 “Then let’s go.”

 “Let’s go do what?” Baz coughs, “Elope?”

 Simon shrugs his shoulders, moving backwards in a wobbly sort of jog. “Yeah, why not? Not chicken are you?”

 “Race you there, then,” Baz says. And he doesn’t really know where he’s going, so they’re most just racing to this unknown place in the future together. Maybe they get married, maybe they don’t, but they both want to and that’s where they are running. Truth be told, though, Baz really wouldn’t be opposed to marrying Simon right there under the night sky… so dark that the stars look close enough to be touched… Kissed even...

 And between those kisses, Simon admits that he knows a place. He’d been looking into it all day just in case he got up the nerve to ask. If Baz had asked, Simon wouldn’t stand to wait for a proper ceremony. As it turns out, though, the fiery young man didn’t even have the patience to wait for his boyfriend to ask.

 Oh yes, this is a night Baz will never forget, and not even because he’s getting married on a whim. This is a night that easily sows itself into the fabrics of the mind. It asked to be special; it came to be significant because it demanded to be so.