#IDK WHAT THEIR SHIP NAME IS writhes around

[festering-bacteria]

some more shippy drawings :33 some polycule stuff n some w/ just abe n confucius bc i haven’t drawn just them yet.,,.

[imaginedisish]

illicit affairs (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! Here's the Din fic I said I'd post lol. It's not my favorite I've ever written, but I think it's good enough to post. It's very clearly written around "illicit affairs" by Taylor Swift LOL. It's very similar to my cardigan fic so if you liked that you'll like this. Anyway, feel free to request something. Enjoy!

Summary: You're supposed to be training with Luke, but your secret affair with Din is worth the risk of losing everything you've worked for.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+, like literally right under the cut LOL (oral f!receiving). Cursing, lots of angst, Luke is in this for two seconds idk if you need a warning ab that, Jedi!Reader, cheating on the Jedi code LOL, maybe violence? that's it.

Word Count: 2,473 (much shorter than normal lol)

You always found yourself here, lights out, flush against his chest in the rickety bunk on his ship that you had once shared with him.

“So fucking perfect.” His voice is lush without his modulator – you noticed it that first time he took his helmet off in the darkness. His hands roam over every curve, every inch of your body as he sinks down in between your legs. His palms press against your inner thighs, parting them, leaving a trail of soft kisses as he makes his way towards your cunt.

You whimper as his mouth finally meets where you need him most. “F-fuck,” You sigh, letting your head fall back onto the pillow. He laps at you like he’s starving, but you were the hungry one, the needy one. Maker, you missed him, feeling his mouth on you like this.

“Doing so good for me, mesh’la.” His voice reverberates against your core as he spreads your slick with his fingertips. “Tastes so good…” He trails off, his tongue flicks against your clit as he thrusts his fingers deep inside you. He needs this just as much as you, the feeling of you clenching around him, writhing under him, in his bunk, no one else’s.

Your back arches off the thin mattress as Din takes your core into his mouth, sucking roughly. “D-Din,” You’re calling his name out like it’s some ancient prayer, some age-old hymn. “S-so close…”

His fingers pump faster, pushing deeper inside you with each thrust. “Such a good girl,” He mumbles against you, his tongue swirling with more pressure than it was before. He secretly wishes he could turn the lights on. He genuinely mulls over the idea in his head. You were worth seeing, worth watching, worth breaking his creed for.

“I’m g-gonna…” You can’t finish your sentence, your hips shaking as they slightly lift off the bed. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as your walls flutter around his fingers.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” Din soothes. “I’ve got you, always got you.” Fuck. It’s too much. Your core aches with overstimulation as you fall apart around him, each wave of pleasure more overwhelming than the last. You grip the sheets beneath you, your nails clutching the fabric  practically hard enough to leave holes behind. This is what he did to you.

And you couldn’t live without it.

He slowly slips his fingers from you, lapping at you a few more times before finally pulling away. You’re still shaking underneath him. It was impossible not to. He settles back in, hovering over you, bringing a hand up to your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. He wraps you up in his arms, keeping you held tightly to him as if you’d choose to leave if he let you go.

That would be impossible. You’d have to be pulled from him, pried away by some outside source. You’d never willingly leave. But you knew you had to. These moments were fleeting, effervescent. You were loving on borrowed time, on lies and in hidden forests where no one could see.

Take the road less traveled by Tell yourself you can always stop What started in beautiful rooms Ends with meetings in parking lots

“Are you alright, cyare?” He asks, his fingers trailing down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You wish they’d still be there later on, when he was gone. At least then you’d have something that told you he had touched you today.

All you can muster is a soft hum. You were already consumed deep in the thought that you’d have to leave in just a few minutes. It wasn’t fair. None of this ever was. But you both had duties, lifestyles you clung to. You figured that it would end one of two ways: with or without him. And whatever happens in between simply happens. But with every time he lands on Ossus, somewhere you think Luke won’t be able to feel or find him, you become less accepting of those fifty-fifty odds.

And you’re sick at the thought that you could end up without him.

He knows what your silence means. It happens every time. “You have to leave, don’t you?” He asks, his arms seemingly pulling you even tighter against him.

You shut your eyes tightly, forcing your tears back shamefully. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. You were never supposed to fall for him. Din had brought you to Ossus so that you could train with Luke, so that you could make something of yourself. With that came leaving him behind, saying goodbye to whatever relationship you two shared. And now here you were, breaking the only rules Luke and the Jedi had for the third time this month.

Stupid fucking rules.

“I don’t get it,” You whisper, pushing your face into his chest, hiding from the truth, from your responsibilities. “How does he do it?” It’s more of an attack than it is a question. Luke was almost inhuman, a droid. No bonds, no connections, no pull towards the darkness, no questioning what he was doing, no love for someone he couldn’t have. He was perfect. Granted, he had more experience than you, and you weren’t to blame for what the Inquisitors had done to you as a child, but you figured it would be easier than this.

You press your ear to Din’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, looking for more physical proof that he was really there. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He asks tentatively. “To learn?”

You nod once, twice, and before you can nod a third time, a thought smacks you in the face. “Maybe I don’t want to learn.”

“You have to,” Is all he says in return. You can’t help but be surprised by his words.

You lift your head from his chest, pushing yourself up onto your arms to stare into his eyes as if you could even see them. “Who says I have to if I d-,”

He cuts you off before you can get another word in. “Me.” There’s a beat of silence, an air of conflict settling within the confines of the bunk.

You shake your head. “And why is that?” You question incredulously.

“Because you’re meant for so much more than just me.”

“Din I-,” You don’t know what to say, or how to say it. He couldn’t possibly be more wrong. In the darkness he pushes himself up and out of the bunk. You hear him take a few steps against the metal floors of the Crest before picking up his helmet. With a click and a hiss his face disappears behind the beskar. You follow him into the hull, the lights practically blinding you as he turns them on.

“You’re wrong, you know,” You insist, staying on his heels as he walks towards his armor. You watch as he keeps silent, tugging his flight suit over his boxers before dawning himself in his glimmering metal shell. Just an hour ago you had watched him take it all off.

Din turns back towards you once he’s finished. “I’m the problem.” You can hear him struggle as the words fall from his lips, as if he had to force them out.

You want to scream. Not this. Not now. “Why is this happening?” You don’t mean for your voice to sound as cold or as distant as it does. “What changed?”

“Luke was right.”

“A-about what?” You stutter. But you know what’s coming.

“About you needing to be alone t-to do this,” Din starts, pacing the hull as he contemplates what to say next. “I’m bad for you, whatever this is, it’s bad for you.” He pauses, stopping in his tracks to face you. “I can see it in your eyes right now.”

The words sting, searing your heart, slicing it in two. An imaginary string breaks in the background of the universe, severing the connection between you and the beskar clad man just a few feet away from you. But now he felt millions of lightyears away.

“Din, please, I lo-,”

“Don’t, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Your nostrils flare a bit as you bite back those three words. Why give them to someone who doesn’t want to hear them anyway?

You choke back your tears, grabbing the rest of your clothes from the floor, dressing yourself in your robes in a hurried huff. You don’t want him to see you cry. You don’t want him to see when your anger gets the best of you later and you burn down a forest because you can. That’s what drove him away from you in the first place.

You stop to turn to face him as you approach the ramp. How are you supposed to say goodbye?

“Is this really what you want?” You ask, opening the ramp with the press of a button.

“No.” Din’s familiar modulated voice echoes against the walls of the Crest. “But it’s what’s best for you.”

You swallow harshly, doing your best to keep yourself from sobbing. “What’s best for me is what I want.” You can feel the tears streaming down your cheeks uncontrollably, but your voice is still somehow strong. “And all I’ve ever wanted is you.” The confession rattles you to your bones, even though you had planned to say it from the very second you met Din. “I love you; I really do.”

You walk down the ramp and deep into the forest before you let yourself fall apart.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and longing stares It's born from just one single glance But it dies, and it dies, and it dies A million little times

Luke knew something was off when you got back to the temple.

He asked you why you looked so tired, why your eyes were teary.

Went for a run, was all you could manage.

He asked why you wouldn’t touch your food.

Not hungry.

And then you went away to hide in the little hut you called home. But this wasn’t home, Din was. You didn’t come out. To be honest you didn’t plan to, ever. You’d hide away here forever if you could. You felt sick to your stomach. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to move on from this. Being a Jedi wasn’t your great love. It wasn’t saving the galaxy. It never would be.

It was him. He was your greatest love of all.

A knock at your door makes you jump. You sniffle, wiping your eyes with a vigor you didn’t know you had. You’re more than positive you’ve only irritated them more, made them more bloodshot than they had been seconds ago.

You shuffle begrudgingly over to the door, hesitating before twisting the handle. Your heart sinks when you see it’s just Luke. Who else did you think it would be? Din is gone.

“What?” There it is, that anger again. After all, this was his fault. He’s the reason Din left, the reason you’re here in the first place.

There’s a small smile on his lips. It’s nonjudgmental, completely at peace. “Why are you still here?”

“What are you talking about, Luke?” You furrow your brows, but the touch he leaves on your shoulder indicates that he knows more than you think he does.

“He’s still in the forest, where he was this morning.” It’s matter-of-fact, as if he’s known from the second all of this started. And that’s when it hits you: it’s true, he has known this whole time. “Doesn’t have the heart to leave. He can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your eyes widen as Luke turns around and walks back towards his hut. “But-,”

He cuts you off, turning towards you, looking at you as if he was taking you in for the last time. There’s that smile again, the one that says Don’t worry kid, I forgive you. “He won’t leave this planet without you, but you’ll leave without finishing your training.”

“But Luke, what if I-,”

He cuts you off again. He closes his eyes for a moment, as if he’s feeling out for you, reading you. “There’s conflict in you, but it’s balanced. Self-assured.” He opens his eyes. “Something I’ll never have.”

You take a deep breath, and nod. Balance. It’s something you’re surprised you feel sure about. Something he’ll never have. Closure.

“Thank you, Luke.”

And before he can respond, you’re sprinting into the forest. You can feel your lungs burning in your chest, threatening to be coughed up with each stride you take. But you don’t care, not when he’s still here, not when he can’t leave without you, live without you.

You take the same turn you always did to get to the Crest, and as if it was always meant to be, Din is in front of you, stopped in his tracks.

You didn’t even have to chase after him. He was going to come back to you.

“Din,” You whisper, slowly walking towards him. He reaches out his gloved hand and you take it willingly, without any hesitation. After all, you were his. He could have any part of you that he wanted, and you’d give it away willingly.

He looks at you through his helmet, but it isn’t enough. He needs more. He needs to see you, for you to see him.

With his free hand, he presses a button. And again, there’s that familiar hiss. You instinctively shut your eyes like you had so many times before.

“No, please look, cyar’ika.” It’s not just a request, it’s a plea, to give you something no one else save for his son has ever had the privilege of seeing and living afterwards to remember.

Your eyes flutter open. His brown eyes meet yours, his perfect lips curling into a smile. “You’re beautiful,” You whisper, your words almost entirely unintelligible as you stare up at him in awe. Beautiful and perfect don’t even begin to describe him. He’s something else completely, something unique to him.

“I’m sorry,” His voice cracks, his normal confidence washed away with every inhibition and ounce of control you two had ever shared.

You inch closer to him, your chest flush against his just like it was earlier today. He brings his forehead down to meet yours. You shut your eyes, letting your tears run freely down your cheeks. “Don’t be,” Is all you can manage to croak out.

“I should’ve told you how much I love you,” He says, pulling away from you, his eyes raking over your body as if this will be the last time he ever sees you. But it’s just the beginning.

“So tell me now.”

And you know damn well For you, I would ruin myself A million little times

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Awaken

changbin x felix

Trigger warnings: none that i can think of but please feel free to correct me if i missed anything!

Content warnings: names (baby, good boy, angel, sweetheart, pretty boy, tiny baby), a little biting, mirrors, slight hair pulling, size kink (kinda?), oral, begging, cum sharing, praise, very brief mutual masturbation, very brief finger fucking, verbal teasing, hand holding, anal, a hint of a breeding kink, belly bulge, desperate lix, ass slapping, mild dacryphilia, one (1) dry orgasm (idk it was hot to me lmao)

Summary: changbin fell in love with his best friend, felix, and now felix wants to be his first guy.

Word count: 9332

A/N: so this is written from changbin’s pov and it is actually the first ship fic i wrote (at least the first ship fic i’ve written since high school). i actually wrote it before asking for pride fic requests last year and contemplated keeping it for myself or putting it on my ko-fi but felt it was too good not to share. and ofc i had to go with the classic friends to lovers trope because that’s just the kind of person i am lmao anyways i’m almost done with my next pride piece and i’m working on the three requests i received! i hope you all enjoy this and please feel free to give a follow! be sure to drop your feedback in the comments and please look forward to what i’ve got in store for you!! also i’m revamping my tag list so please submit an ask, send a message, or leave a comment if you’d like to be added to that! thank you all for your support <3

I don’t remember when it started or even how it started, if I’m honest. I just know that one day I woke up and the first thought on my mind was how pretty Felix would look with a morning blush. I’d had passing thoughts about his beauty so I paid it no mind, I was comfortable enough in my sexuality to recognize an attractive man when I saw one. Then the dream came rushing back and flooded my senses. I felt guilty as images of my best friend writhing around beneath me appeared in my mind.

I remember thinking “What the fuck was that? I’m not even gay. Why did I dream about fucking my best friend? And why am I hard?”

I remember being disgusted with myself as I rubbed one out in the shower, visions of Felix with his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw hanging open as he cried my name swimming in my vision. I remember icing him out for a few days, afraid he’d somehow know I’d had a wet dream starring him. I remember being terrified and ashamed of what I was feeling. That dream made me reconsider my sexuality.

Over the course of a year, I’d fought with my feelings for him and tried to ignore both my crush and my sudden shift in sexual preference. But he made it so much easier. I never told him who was making me feel these things but he made me feel safe. He helped me figure things out. He knew something was wrong when I started avoiding him at first and when I finally confided in him, he was nothing short of an angel. He stayed up with me several nights when I was having a hard time coming to terms with my sexuality and he assured me nothing was wrong with me. He told me that he’d had the same struggle a few years ago and he took his time to accept it but once he finally did, it felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

I followed his lead and allowed him to show me what it meant to truly embrace who I am. He even took me to my first gay bar. I don’t remember much about that night to be honest. I remember getting there and ordering a few shots; remember Felix suggesting a mixed drink. But that’s about it.

I woke up the next morning in his bed, wearing only my boxers. I was mortified but he took it all in stride and when I shuffled into his kitchen, he offered me a smile and a plate of pancakes before telling me he’d washed my clothes because I got sick right outside his apartment building. I was horrified and ashamed - less so when I found out we hadn’t fucked, but still embarrassed - but he was so kind and I found myself getting flustered every time he offered me a smile over breakfast. I was acutely aware of my nakedness in that moment but he paid it no mind. At least that’s what I told myself when his eyes lingered just a little too long on my ass while I took my plate to the sink.

That had become routine over the last year- the clubbing, not the puking and waking up naked at his place. I’d grown comfortable with myself again and had simply accepted that I had feelings for my best friend. That I have feelings for my best friend. As in, present tense. They never went away and I learned to be okay with it.

This leads to my current predicament. I’m a confident man. I’m aware that I’m good looking. Sometimes I turn myself on. Maybe that’s conceited but who’s it really hurting? Because of this, I sometimes take pictures or record myself jacking off. My camera roll is full of dick pics and videos of me begging for Felix to come ride me.

And now Felix is looking at me expectantly from his position beside me on my bed, both of us slumped against the headboard. “Oh come on! Lemme see how it turned out!” He nudges my shoulder with his as his smile betrays him. He is pretending to be exasperated but he can’t pull it off. We’ve just taken a photo together with some dumb filter and he wants to look at it. Except he’s been known to scroll a bit before and I’m afraid he’ll find the video I recorded only a few hours earlier. “Pretty please?” He resorts to pouting and begging and my heart flips at the way his bottom lip pokes out.

I can’t say no when he looks at me like that and he seems to know since he always does it to get his way. I usually don’t mind indulging him but I’m anxious as I hand him my phone. “Fine. But don’t scro-”

“OH MY GOD THAT'S YOUR DICK-” He shouts as he drops the phone in surprise and my face feels like I’ve just opened the oven without leaning back first; I’m on fire. I try to grab my phone from where it landed on his chest but he gives me an evil smirk and holds it out of reach. “Who’s it for? Did you finally get on one of those dating apps I suggested?”

“Absolutely not. I-”

“So why do you have dick pics?”

“Do you not?”

“Not my dick pics.”

My eyes widen a bit and I look away, embarrassed by my train of thought. How many guys had sent him nudes and how many did he save? I’m not sure I want to know. I shake my head and hold my hand out. “Give it back, dude.”

He ignores me and scrolls through the photos of me fisting my cock before he finally stumbles upon the video. I jump to grab my phone, panicking this time, but it’s too late. We both go silent as my voice calling his name fills the room and I can see his cheeks reddening. After a moment I snap out of my trance and snatch my phone back, clearing my throat awkwardly. “That wasn’t for you…”

Felix, of course, throws another curveball at me and I have to force myself not to physically shudder at his tone. “Clearly it was for me, you were moaning my name while you fucked your fist.” I’d never heard him say anything so…nasty before. He usually keeps things pretty PG.

“Lix, don’t-”

“Was it me?” He suddenly asks as he sits up. His tone isn’t accusatory or panicked so I take it as a good sign and let out a sigh as I nod. I know what he’s asking.

“Yeah. You were the one I had that dream about.” I rake a hand through my hair and look away. “Look, I don’t want things to be weird, Lix, can we please just pretend this never happened?”

“Nope.” He pops the ‘p’ and I sigh once more. “I had my suspicions, you know.” His voice is gentle as his small hand comes to rest on my shoulder. “I wasn’t oblivious to it. I just wanted things to unfold on their own. I didn’t want to push you when you were still coming to terms with everything, but I knew.”

My face is on fire yet again and it only gets worse when he pushes me back against the headboard and straddles my waist. His usually-inviting gaze is dark now, hooded as he looks down at me from his position on my lap. His freckles seem to stand out more with the soft blush dusting his cheeks. When his lips part, I immediately give him all my attention - as if he didn’t already have it. I hang on to his every word. I always have.

“I’ve thought about it too, you know.” His voice is a low rumble and it makes my head spin. “I’ve thought about how you sound; about how you taste, how you feel. I’ve spent so much time thinking about it and wondering if I was the man you dreamt about.” My dick twitches to life in my athletic shorts, though I’m terrified to admit I’m getting hard over this.

He’s leaning in close now and my heart is hammering in my chest. “I’m tired of just thinking about it, Binnie…” He whispers, his hands sliding from my shoulders, down my chest and abs as he leans closer to whisper in my ear. My muscles jump under his touch. I’ve always been pretty sensitive but it seems I’m even more responsive when it comes to him. “I wanna act on it.” His teeth ever so gently clamp down on my earlobe and my hands fly to his hips.

“Lix-” my voice is strained, surprising even me. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how he manages to work me up without even trying. My fingers dig into the material of his loose sweats as a wave of arousal crashes over me. Before I can speak, he grinds his ass down on my semi and I can’t suppress the low groan I let out.

“I know you wanna act on it too, Binnie.” He whispers by my ear before allowing his tongue to soothe the area he’d just bitten. “I know you’re watching me in that mirror right now too.” He adds as his plump lips trail along my jaw and I have half a mind to deny it but that desire flees with his next question. “Do I look pretty on top like this?” His teeth rake over my skin and my grip on his hips tightens yet again as I watch him in the mirror that hangs over my bed.

“Fucking stunning, Lixie.” I rasp out, squeezing his hips as he sets a slow, steady pace. The sound he lets out at both the name and my touch makes my heart pound. I don’t watch him much longer, opting instead to turn my face towards his neck and press a series of kisses there, nipping at his skin after the final one. He fucking whimpers and my dick throbs against his ass.

But then he pulls away and sits up. I watch him in confusion, almost pouting when he pushes my hands away. “I can’t take it.” He whispers as he whips his shirt off. “I need you. Right now.” He looks back down at me, his warm blonde hair hanging in front of his eyes. He pushes it out of his face before reaching for the hem of my shirt.

I let him start to undress me, growing amused at just how frantic he’s becoming. “Relax, baby. We have all the time in the world.” I tease, flashing a smirk at him as I reach for him again. I pull him into me and he squeaks in surprise as our bare chests meet, his hands flying to my biceps. I can’t help but flex a bit. He whispers a soft ‘hi’, which I return as my fingers begin to trace circles on his back. He looks so pretty when he shudders at my touch.

I grow serious after a moment. I’ve never been with a man before. I’ve had plenty of sex but it’s been about a year since the last time and that time was with a woman because I was actively trying to deny my feelings for him. It’s not that I’m afraid or uncomfortable, I just need him to take it slow so I can learn his body; learn how he likes to be touched and how this actually works.

He can sense this. His eyes widen a bit, which is fucking adorable given his flushed cheeks, and he lets his hands slide up my arms to rest on my shoulders. “Am…am I your first?” I give a slight nod and his expression grows fond, a soft smile settling on his thick lips. “I’ll try to be patient.” He teases and both of us give a soft chuckle before my arms tighten around his waist.

“Can…” I start and bite my lip pensively. Should I ask for his permission? I mean, surely he won’t mind it since he initiated everything. Still, I ask. “Can I kiss you, Felix?”

His nod is almost imperceptible but I see it. He doesn’t make a move to lean in and I move one arm from his waist. Everything is still as we stare at each other, my free hand coming up to his face. I brush my knuckles along his jaw and he shivers, his breath hitching as I lean up towards him and let my hand cup his jaw. “I’ve spent so much time thinking about this.” I mimic his previous statement when we’re only a centimeter apart and his lips curl up into a soft smile before I bring my own lips to meet his.

It feels like the stars have aligned. Everything feels right when I’m kissing him. He tastes like the blue raspberry lollipop he was sucking on earlier - distractingly, might I add - but I’m certain he’d be just as sweet without the lingering taste of candy. I swipe my tongue over his bottom lip and he lets out yet another whimper, making my dick twitch again.

He slowly pulls back for air and I peek out at him, noticing a tiny smile on his lips again. “You taste like candy.” I whisper and he lets out a soft giggle, making my heart melt.

“So do you.” He whispers back. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” He adds before crashing his lips back to mine. His hands are on my neck now, his thumbs resting just in front of my ears as he splays his fingers out on my feverish skin. This kiss is more urgent, more passionate. I let my hand move to the back of his head and suck in a deep breath as he nips at my lip. His hips begin to move again and the hand I’ve tangled in his sunny tresses becomes a fist.

His elbows are tucked in and it almost feels like he’s trying to make himself smaller. Does he like to feel small? I almost melt over how endearing he is but I manage to hold myself together. I can make him feel small and cared for.

I can’t help but give his hair a soft tug as I sweep my tongue into his mouth. He lets out the prettiest whine and reaches one hand between us, palming at the front of my shorts as he stills his hips. He’s growing frantic again and I can tell he’s desperate to be touched right now.

He doesn’t let me explore his mouth for too long, instead urging my head back so he can trail kisses along my throat. His lips work down my neck and just as I release his waist so I can slip a hand into his sweats, he begins his descent down my body. Molten lava fills my veins and I freeze in place when his lips trail down my chest while his hands make quick work of my shorts. He doesn’t tug my boxers down just yet, opting to tease me through the thin material. After lifting my hips for him, I look down at him.

I watch as he settles on his belly between my legs and admires the strain in my boxers. He props himself up on one elbow while he runs his free hand along my thigh. He turns and presses a kiss to my other thigh, dangerously close to my dick. “Lixie-” I hiss and he simply hums, allowing his lips to press more tender kisses to my skin and then the material of my boxers. He looks drunk now.

His hand rests on my hip as he begins to mouth at my barely-concealed hard-on and I let out a low groan. He leaves a series of sloppy kisses on the front of my boxers before closing his lips around my clothed tip. I suck in a ragged breath at the sensation and let my head fall back against the headboard with a dull thud. “Felix, please-” I sigh.

I don’t know why I anticipated him to refuse and continue teasing me, but that’s not what happens. He instantly gets up on his knees and urges me to lift my hips, which I do with no hesitation. My cock springs free from its confinement and I hiss slightly. I lift my head with all the strength I can muster and watch him settle back in before wrapping a small hand around my dick.

Something in me is screaming that I need to watch, to take in every second of his attention on me, but it’s becoming hard to hold my head up. The anticipation is driving me up the wall. My breathing is ragged as he gives a few strokes before making eye contact and wrapping his lips around my angry red head. I let out a soft sigh as his tongue swirls around the tip and my eyes slip closed. It’s only just started but this is already the best head of my life.

Then he takes me as far as he can and I feel like I’m floating. The sound that escapes me is choked and draws an amused hum from him. I allow my head to fall back against the headboard once more, the thud much louder this time, but force my eyes open, watching in the mirror as he throats my dick. I take in the way his head bobs over my hips and how his back is arched ever so slightly with the way he’s propped up. I admire the way he has one leg hiked up while the other is stretched out straight.

Between the slurping sounds and the way he’s rutting against the bed, I feel like I’m going to combust. He pulls off to breathe but continues to jerk me and I feel a bubble of disappointment settle in my belly. I know why he stopped but fuck it felt so good. He presses a series of kisses to my hips and thighs as he catches his breath and I almost have the strength to look back down at him but then he swallows me whole again and I almost pass out.

He’s working faster now, with more vigor, and I can’t dream of containing the noises he seems so set on drawing out of me. “Fuck, Lixie, slow down-” I groan, tangling a fist in his hair. He lets out a whimper at the tug and I notice how he bucks his hips harder at the contact as I’m watching his reflection. “I won’t last-”

He pulls off and stops moving, staring up at me. “Look at me.” His voice is oddly demanding and I can’t bring myself to deny him. I lift my head and make eye contact. “Sit up. I want you to watch me make you cum.” I have half a mind to flip things and pin him down, to teach him a lesson for getting so bossy with me, but I let it slide because I’m admittedly desperate to feel his mouth back on my aching cock. I resituate myself without a word and he gives a satisfied sound. “Good boy.”

“Thin ice, Lixie.” I warn and he lets out a soft giggle.

“Worth a shot.” He hums before growing serious again. “I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve gotten off to the thought of sucking you off.” He sighs almost dreamily before taking the tip back in his mouth. He looks up at me as he hollows his cheeks and swirls his tongue yet again, his hand working the rest of my cock. It’s clear he’s set on making me cum before I get the chance to fuck him, before I have the chance to get him equally as worked up.

He’s about to have his way. The knot in the pit of my belly is dangerously close to unraveling and I can’t stifle the noises he’s drawing out of me.

That knot comes undone the second I feel his free hand move to fondle my balls. “Fuck-” I almost drop my head back but the desire to have this image burned in my mind is stronger. Wave after wave of arousal floods my body as I shoot my load into his mouth, his fingertips just barely teasing my balls. I watch as he swallows my cum, my body on fire as he continues to work my dick until I’m about to beg him to stop.

He pulls off right before I open my mouth to stop him and licks his lips. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls himself to his knees and moves up the bed to kiss me. My arms are around his waist and his hands rest on my neck like before. I taste myself on his lips and when I sweep my tongue into his mouth. I’m straining up to kiss him as he’s towering over me and part of me wishes he’d sit down instead of standing on his knees. I don’t voice this, opting instead to focus on how good it feels to be with him like this.

My hands trail along his back, my fingertips ghosting over his skin, and he shivers. How cute. I let my fingers dip past his waistband and he sucks in a shaky breath, not once pulling away from the kiss as I give his bare ass a squeeze. I push his sweats and boxers down in one go and he finally breaks the kiss, looking down between us as his cock springs free. He presses his forehead to mine as I reach between us and he gasps when my callused hand wraps around his dick, his jaw hanging slack.

I realize this is the first time in my life I’m touching a dick that isn’t mine and I feel like a curious teenager all over again. I give an experimental tug, touching him the way I like to be touched, and he whines softly. The sound goes straight to my cock and I decide I have to keep hearing it. It’s just too pretty. He’s just too pretty. “What do you want? Tell me what you like, baby.” I whisper and his breath hitches. I can’t tell if it’s because of the name or the way my hand is working his hard-on, but I’m beyond caring.

“Just- just want you, Bin…” he whispers back and I shake my head.

“You know what I mean, Lix.” I gently nudge him back so I can meet his gaze and his face is bright red. How fucking cute. “I can’t just go for it without you telling me what you like and what feels good. I’ve never slept with a guy before. All the experience I have means nothing in this context.” My voice is gentle, not scolding. He already looks flustered enough.

He nods and swallows thickly as he tries to form a coherent sentence. I know the way my hand is slowly jerking him is making his mind run blank. “I-I’ll show you how. Just…please don’t stop-” His words are cut short by a surprisingly high-pitched moan when I dig my thumb into the slit. “Fuck- definitely don’t stop.”

I can’t help but chuckle softly at his response, feeling empowered by his reaction. “You like it when I do that?” I tease and he nods vigorously. “Words, baby. Tell me, do you like it when I do that?” I may sound like an ass right now but I don’t really care. I’m feeling high from this and every sound he makes pushes me closer to losing myself. I want to hear him say it.

“Y-yes!” He moans out, ducking his face into my neck. “Yes, I love it when you touch me like that. Want you to do it again. Please?” He’s quiet, his voice muffled by my shoulder, but I hear him clearly. I can’t deny him anything. I’ve never been able to deny him anything, even before I was nursing a crush on him. I dig my thumb in again and he lets out a choked sound, bucking into my hand.

He whimpers in distress when I release his cock, his head snapping up from my shoulder with wide, bleary eyes. He looks entirely dazed and disappointed at the loss of contact. Confused even. I sooth him with a quick peck before pulling him against my chest and flipping us so he’s on his back.

He looks pretty staring up at me like this. He always looks pretty, of course, but I’ve wanted to see him under me for so long now. I stare back at him for a moment before ducking down to kiss him. He moves to wrap his arms around my neck but I gently pin his wrists to the bed and he lets out a soft groan.

My lips move to his jaw and I press a few soft kisses there before beginning my descent. I nip at his neck and press chaste kisses to his collarbones; allow my tongue to flick over his nipples, earning a tiny squeak. “Let me hear.” I pause, looking up at him. I can tell he’s holding back and I want to hear every sound he makes. He nods slowly and I peck the center of his chest. “Good boy.” He keens at the name and I grin to myself. “You like being called a good boy, don’t you Lixie?”

“Fucking love it…” He whispers, his head falling back against the headboard. He’s more slumped than I’d been so I can just barely see his face as I move down his body. “Wanted to hear you call me a good boy for so long.” He sighs, allowing himself to get lost in the sensation of my lips on his skin.

“Yeah?” He nods and hums out a soft ‘uh huh’. “I bet you were thinking about it while imagining blowing me, weren’t you?” He gives the same response and I let out a quiet laugh as my lips ghost over his abs. He’s got well-defined muscles, which is a pleasant surprise for anyone who is blessed to see him shirtless.

His dick twitches as I kiss his hips and he whines softly when I don’t immediately touch him. I’m somewhat nervous now as I settle on my stomach between his legs. Again, I’ve had plenty of sex, but never with a man. I’m curious. But I’m also so unsure of myself. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and hesitantly lick the tip, propping on one arm the way he had only minutes prior.

He gasps softly at the sensation and I do it again, looking up to gauge his reaction. His eyes are screwed shut, his brow furrowed as he focuses on my touch. His lips are parted, allowing puffs of air and soft sounds of pleasure to escape. Slowly, carefully, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and he lets out a whine so stunning I think I might just pass away.

“Please- more-” He gasps out and I tentatively flick my tongue. “J-just like that…” he whispers, assuring me I’m doing this right. I repeat my actions over and over, my hand working the rest of him, until he’s a worked up, whining mess. I pull off briefly and his head snaps up, his eyes flying open. Before he can ask why I stopped, I lock eyes with him and allow a thick string of drool to drip down from my mouth and onto the tip of his cock before spreading it around with my hand. He whimpers helplessly at the sight and I feel his dick throb in my hand.

Without breaking eye contact, I take him back in my mouth with more confidence than before and set out to finish him off. I want to taste more of him. I ease myself down his cock, taking him as far as I can manage before gagging a bit. He’s nodding at me now, assuring me I’m doing a good job, and my mind runs blank. All I can think about is making him feel good. I finally have him right where I want him - under me - and I’m determined to make this worth it for him.

I repeat my actions over and over until he’s desperately tugging at my hair and bucking his hips. Every time he shoves his cock down my throat, I gag around him and he lets out another pretty moan. He’s losing himself now and I feel powerful yet again. Then he starts begging.

“Please- oh my fucking god- ‘m gonna cum-” He moans out, letting his head fall back against the headboard.

Immediately, I pull off his drooling dick and repeat his previous statement, though my tone is much more demanding. “Look at me. I want you to watch me make you cum.” He lets out one of the most distressed sounds I’ve ever heard from him and quickly complies, propping himself up on one elbow so one hand is still free to tug at my hair. “Good boy.” I coo and take him back in my mouth.

His jaw hangs slack as his grip on my hair grows tighter and tighter to the point it’s painful. I love it. I find myself rutting against the bed just like he had earlier as I dig my tongue into the slit. The sound he lets out isn’t simply a moan, it’s a cry. He’s desperate for release now and he’s so, so sensitive. “A-again! Please- do it again-” He begs and I can’t dream of denying him.

The moment I repeat my actions, I feel his cum against my tongue. I take it all but I don’t swallow. I want him to get a taste of himself. I move up the bed as he comes down from his high and immediately press my lips to his, much like he’d done earlier. I gently grip his chin, urging him to open his mouth. He complies eagerly and I use my tongue to push his cum into his mouth, sharing it with him. We exchange it back and forth for a few seconds before I pull away and swallow what’s left.

“I don’t know what the fuck that was, but it was hot.” He giggles breathlessly and I chuckle softly. If I’m being honest, I don’t know what came over me just then, but it was one of the hottest things I’d ever done. I realize we’re staring at each other but I don’t dare move.

Things are still again, like when I asked to kiss him, except now he’s smiling up at me. We’re comfortable now, less on edge, but I’m far from done with him. I bring my hand to his face and run my thumb over his cheekbone as he leans into my touch, his eyes slipping shut. “You’re so pretty.” I whisper and his cheeks go a soft rose color.

“You’re prettier.” He whispers back, looking up at me. I chuckle and shake my head before he gently pushes me back. I sit up, slightly confused, and he rolls onto his side. I want to pin him back in place but I also have no clue what he’s doing. “You should really learn to put these things away.” He teases as he reaches for something on the other side of my bed.

It’s then that I realize I left my lube laying at the top of the pillow, tucked just far enough out of sight for me to forget its existence. It had slipped between the pillow and headboard, just barely peeking out. I let out a soft huff of laughter and move to take it but he playfully swats my hand away. “Sit.” He gestures to the headboard and I comply, moving to sit with my back against the cool wood.

I watch as he grabs a couple of pillows to recline on and pops the cap on the tube. “I’ve always wanted to put on a show for you…” he murmurs, his legs falling open as he squeezes some of the candy-scented lube onto his fingers to warm it up.

“How fitting. I’ve always wanted to watch you put on a show.” I smirk and he lets out a soft huff of laughter before whimpering quietly as his middle finger circles his entrance. His face scrunches up cutely as he slowly works himself up, soft sighs slipping past his pillowy lips.

After a few minutes of teasing, he carefully presses his middle finger into himself and makes yet another beautiful sound. God I wish I were the one touching him like that. Maybe he’ll let me…

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty like this…” I groan, watching as he finger fucks himself open for me. I wrap a hand around my dick and watch as he tries not to get too far ahead of himself.

“Yeah? How pretty?” He whimpers, adding a second finger as he looks at me. I see his cock twitch upon the realization that I’m enjoying what he’s doing and my gaze lifts to his face.

“So fucking pretty, baby. The prettiest.” His jaw drops and he lets his head tip back. It’s interesting to see just how much my words affect him.

Then he lets out a whine of frustration. “Can’t reach-” he huffs and I’m all too eager to offer assistance.

“Want me to take over, angel?” Stars fill his eyes at the name as he nods enthusiastically, immediately pulling his hand back to give me access.

“Please…”

I waste no time in grabbing the lube and squeezing some onto my fingers as I bring myself to my knees between his legs. I notice him tense and I pause, worried he might be uncomfortable. “Is everything okay, Lix?” I ask softly, still coating my fingers and warming the lube as I speak.

“Hmm?” It’s then that I see his eyes have become glossy and half-lidded. “Oh- yeah, everything is great.” He smiles up at me but I don’t move so he elaborates. “I was getting ahead of myself.”

“Aww, lost in thought about how it’ll feel when I fuck you?” He nods vigorously and I smirk as I lean down, propping myself up on one hand which is planted by his head. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you won’t have to wait to find out much longer.” His face goes bright red again as I slip my hand between his legs.

In reality, I’m just as worked up as he is and I’m nervous. I’m talking a big game for someone who has never fucked a guy before. But I’m encouraged by his reaction as I press a slick finger inside him.

His jaw is still hanging slack and he lets out a soft whine. I’m honestly a little surprised by his reaction. He’s already stretched himself a good bit so it’s not a shocking sensation or anything. Is he really that affected by my touch? “C-curl-” He urges and I do, earning a high-pitched moan as my finger comes into contact with his prostate.

With a renewed sense of courage, I begin to finger fuck him, repeatedly dragging my finger over his prostate. After only a minute, he begs me for another so I give it to him, watching his face contort in pleasure as I hover over him. I lower myself down and begin to press kisses to his neck, earning sighs of pleasure.

But then he grabs my wrist, pushing my hand away, and I freeze. “Can’t- fuck, I can’t take it-” He grabs the lube as he speaks and puts more than a generous amount on his palm before wrapping his hand around my hard-on. “Please just fuck me already-” He begs as he coats my dick and it twitches in his hand. He looks up at me with a sly grin. “You like when I beg, Binnie?”

My cock throbs again and I instantly pull my fingers out of him and place my hand over his, bucking my hips when he digs his thumb into the slit. “I fucking love it, angel. Love that name too.” I see the stars in his eyes again and gently push his hand away. He takes hold of his own dick with his messy hand, biting his lip when I line up.

I slowly push in, watching as his lips part and he lets out a soft gasp. I’m short circuiting now. He’s tighter than any woman I ever fucked and now my jaw is hanging slack like his has been since he saw my dick pic. “Oh my fucking god, Lixie…” I choke out before I’m even halfway in.

My face screws up in pleasure and I hiss softly as my hips meet his. I don’t know if he wants me to move yet or not but I have to stay still for a moment or I will finish too early, I can feel it. “Binnie…” I manage to force my eyes open and his expression almost makes me lose myself. He’s staring up at me with half-lidded eyes, his pillowy lips parted and allowing little puffs of air to escape. “Kiss me…” He whispers, following it up with a soft ‘please?’ as he gives his cock a tug.

I don’t need to be asked twice. I plant my free hand on the other side of his head as I dip down to kiss him, making a mental note to change the sheets before letting him settle in for the night. Our lips meet and he tangles his free hand in my hair, giving a soft tug.

I groan against his lips and he continues to pull until it hurts. I wince at the pain and stop my hips from moving as he riles me up. He doesn’t seem to like this and gives another tug. He continues to give sporadic tugs as my tongue sweeps into his mouth until I finally buck my hips. He lets out a broken moan against my lips and I pull back so I can hear him fully.

“Gonna sing for me, pretty boy?” I tease as I snap my hips forwards, earning a loud, whiny ‘uh huh’ as he nods. “Tell me how you want it, baby.” I whisper, giving shallow thrusts as I listen for his response.

“I don’t care.” He groans, working his hand a bit faster. “I don’t care how you fuck me, Bin, just please make me cum.” He begs in a pathetic tone and a thrill runs through my body.

“Any way I want?” He nods and I sit up between his legs. I gently push his hand away from his dick and press his knees towards his chest, my hands supporting him so he can just relax and feel everything I’m doing to him. “Lix?” He looks up and I catch his eye. “Tell me if anything is off, yeah?” I’m so worried I’m going to mess this up somehow. Maybe it’s because it’s Felix, my best friend and the man I’ve had feelings for for over a year, and not just some random guy.

“Of course.” I breathe a sigh of relief and he bites his lip in a failed attempt to conceal a tiny smile. “But don’t expect to hear anything but moans.” I’m slightly taken aback but entirely flattered that he has so much faith in me.

He’s about to encourage me to carry on when I suddenly snap my hips forwards. His jaw drops and his head falls back to the pillows, a quiet moan slipping past his plump lips. “You mean like that?” I tease as I set a steady pace, suppressing my own sounds save for the soft cursing under my breath.

He nods frantically and I just barely notice him wipe his hands clean before holding his legs just above where I’m holding. “Please touch my cock, Binnie. I need it. I need you to touch me. Pretty please?” He begs as I begin to speed up, feeling more confident with every gasp and moan I draw from him.

I release his thighs and wrap my right hand around his dick, stifling a low groan as he lets out a breathy moan that vaguely sounds like my name. My gaze is volleying between where we’re connected, my hand tugging at his pretty cock, and his face, which is screwed up in pleasure. My hips falter slightly when I realize he looks just as pretty as he did in the dream that started this whole mess.

I quickly regain my rhythm and tap his hand, signaling him to release his legs. Once he does, I urge them around my waist. My left hand rests on his thigh, close to his hip, and I massage circles on his feverish skin with my thumb. “F-faster-” He chokes, one hand fisting in the sheets while the other blindly searches for my left hand.

He stops my absentminded motion and takes my hand, lacing our fingers. My heart races at the simple gesture and I give a gentle squeeze as I pick up the pace, hips pistoning at a pace I forgot I could reach. I’m about to speak but every thought leaves my mind when I look down at his leaking cock. Just past that, I notice a bulge that appears every time I slam into him.

“Holy fucking shit-” I hiss as I watch in wonder. A new wave of arousal crashes over me at the sight and I’m hit with the urge to breed him; to make him wholly mine. I know it makes no sense but I can’t help it. “Lixie, baby, you’re so fucking perfect…” I groan and he squeezes my hand.

I release his dick and ghost my fingers over the bulge appearing in his belly with each thrust. He whines in disappointment at the loss of stimulation but lifts his head when he feels my fingertips on his skin. He zeroes in on what I’m fixated on and I feel him clench around me, drawing a loud moan from me. “Oh fuck-” His jaw drops as he watches, precum dribbling on his skin at the sight, which only makes it hotter. “Oh fuck ‘m gonna cum-” He warns and I instantly wrap my hand back around his cock, set on finishing him off.

I’m fighting to stay composed as I fuck into him. I want him to cum first. And he does. He lets out a cry that resembles my name as cum spurts across his belly, his grip on my hand tightening as he shudders in pleasure. I don’t stop jacking him off until he’s trembling and squeezing my hand almost painfully. Finally, I release him. “Where do you want it, bab-?”

He doesn’t even let me finish speaking. “Inside. Please cum inside.” His tone is desperate as he begs and he sounds close to tears. Not being able to refuse him, I let go.

My thrusts become sloppy and a moment later my orgasm crashes over me. I rut into him desperately, my entire body overtaken by a euphoria I’ve never experienced before. I’m pinning his hands above his head as I fall into him even before the ecstasy has passed, hips still jerking as I crash my lips to his in a desperate kiss.

He moans against my lips, squeezing my hands as my hips slow. Finally, I still as my tongue dips into his mouth. He still tastes like that blue raspberry lollipop from earlier.

I hum as I pull back for air and he bites his lip as he looks up at me. We stare at each other in silence, both of us praying that this isn’t a one time thing but neither of us willing to ask. I release his hands in favor of playing with his hair after pushing it out of his face. “You did so good.”

“Mm usually I’m the one giving the praise, sweetheart.” I tease and he giggles softly, bringing his hands to my cheeks and tracing my cheekbones with his thumbs.

“Well I’m the one with more experience so I get to dole out praises this time.” He sticks his tongue out playfully before smiling up at me again. “Seriously though, you’re fucking amazing.”

I lean down and peck his lips again before sitting up, pulling him with me so we’re still chest to chest. I’m vaguely aware of the way our bodies are pressed together, his cum smearing across both of us now. More importantly, I’m aware of how the change in position drives me deeper into him; aware of the tiny gasp that slips past his lips.

“I think that’s you, baby.” I whisper and peck his lips again. I can’t help myself. I’ve wanted to kiss him for a whole year now.

He goes quiet for a moment as he looks at me and I wonder what he’s thinking. Before I can ask, he’s tipping us over and I’m landing on my back beneath him. “No, it’s you. I can’t get enough.” He whispers and rolls his hips.

I hiss at the motion and plant my feet on the mattress, trying to tighten my grip on him to hold him still while I buck into him, but he pushes my hands away. He grabs my wrists and pins my hands by my head at first, pulling back so he can look down at me. My softening dick begins to stiffen again and I make a mental note to contemplate exactly why it was so hot to be pinned down by him when he’s the most obviously submissive man I’ve ever met. Then he releases me and sits up properly on my lap.

“What have you done to me?” He whines softly, lifting himself up so just the tip is inside before dropping back down. I raise an eyebrow as my hands move to his hips and he tips his head back, looking up at himself in the mirror. “You already wrecked me, why am I still so fucking horny?”

I can’t help but chuckle at his complaint. “What? Tiny baby needs to be filled with cum again to feel satisfied?” My tone is mocking and I can feel the effect my words have on him. He clenches around me as his whole body tenses and I see his eyes slip shut in the mirror as he makes a pathetic noise.

“Yes! God yes-” He moans, pushing into my touch when my hands move to squeeze his ass. “Want you to fill me up again. Wanna make you cum for me again…” He babbles on as he lifts himself up and drops back down, letting out what almost sounds like a squeal.

He sets a steady pace like this, a symphony of the prettiest sounds I’ve ever heard falling from his lips as he rides me. His head lolls around, alternating between watching himself in the mirror and looking down at me. I can’t tear my eyes away from his body, fixated on the way his muscles contract and the bulge that appears as he fucks me.

I don’t know what possesses me to do this, but I slap his ass and he jolts on top of me. His dick twitches and he moans out my name. He leans forwards and places his hands on my abs, balancing himself as he rocks back on my dick. I buck my hips and he whimpers. “No no no, lemme do it. I wanna do this. Wanna make you cum…” He argues and I can't deny him anything so I comply.

It’s difficult to stay still but I settle for guiding his hips. His head hangs as he rides me, his moans growing increasingly desperate each time our bodies meet. My body is on fire at the slight overstimulation but I welcome it.

Felix doesn’t seem to be faring as well. His moans have turned into cries and he tries to hide his face from me by tossing his head back as he sits up. I see it though and I notice the tears. I’m worried but he’s still going, lifting himself up with much effort and dropping back down in a heap. “Baby, do you need a break?”

“J-just a little…” he wipes his cheeks but doesn’t stop moving. “But I wanna keep going.”

“Why don’t you let me take over, Lixie?” He shakes his head and I gently squeeze his hips. “Please, angel?” He freezes at the name and nods after a moment of silence.

I immediately sit up and make him lay back before pulling out, some of my cum leaking out of him. I don’t bother asking him to roll over, I position him myself. I put him on his belly and push one leg up, like the way he’d laid while sucking me off. I grab his ass and see him clench around nothing, whimpering at my treatment of him. “Please fuck me, Binnie…” He whines out and I squeeze some more lube onto my dick before I line up.

I push into him and set a rough pace, giving his ass a slap as I listen to his wails. His hands fist the sheets as lewd squelching and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. He lets out a pretty sob every time I slap his ass.

My gaze bounces back and forth between his ass - I can’t help but admire the way it jiggles every time I slam into him - and his hands twisted in the sheets. He looks so pretty on display for me like this, crying into my sheets. It’s better than any dream I could’ve had and my dick twitches inside him. Fuck I’m close.

“Fuck- Binnie, please cum inside! Please- want you to cum first and fill me up-” He begs and my dick twitches again.

“Yeah? Gonna take it all like a good boy? Gonna cum and make a mess of my sheets?”

“Yes!” He sobs and I can't help myself. I give in to the fire licking at my skin and cum, relishing in his moans as I fill him up. He shudders beneath me as he joins me, his body jerking with the force of his orgasm.

I don’t stop until I’m on fire, until I can’t take it anymore. He’s trembling now. I pull out slowly and he makes a small sound of protest. I lean down and press my lips to his shoulder, kissing there several times before sitting back up. “You did so good for me, baby. Took it so well.” I coo as I gently roll him onto his back, only to discover he’d had a dry orgasm.

“Yeah?” He asks hopefully and I nod, leaning back over him and swiping my knuckles over his cheeks to dry his tears.

“Yeah.” I offer a small smile before pecking his pouty lips. “Why don’t you let me get you cleaned up and then we can snuggle?”

“How about I go get cleaned up while you change the sheets and then we cuddle?” He laughs softly, taking in a shaky breath afterwards as he stares up at me in what I can only describe as adoration.

“Do you want me to help you to the bathroom?” I ask as we both sit up and he shakes his head.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” He assures me as he stands. Part of me deflates a little because I want to dote on him, but that part is pacified when he turns around and plants his lips on mine. I rise up on my knees as we kiss, pulling him against me. I frown a little when he pulls back. “I’ll be right back.”

I nod and watch him walk into my en suite bathroom before pulling myself from my trance. Holy shit. I fucked my best friend.

I get up from the bed and quickly pull the sheets off, using them to wipe his cum off my stomach and clean my dick. I toss them in the hamper and grab a pair of boxers, pulling them on before going to the closet to get fresh sheets.

I’m wrestling with the fitted sheet when Felix comes out of the bathroom and grabs his boxers from the floor. “Need a hand?” He teases, his usual glow back tenfold.

“Maybe a little.” I chuckle and he helps me quickly finish making the bed before crawling under the sheets. I join him and prop up on one arm, resting my head on my hand. I take a moment to admire him, his bright eyes framed with long lashes and full lips that could easily put any Bratz doll to shame, before speaking. “How long did you know?”

He takes a moment to take me in as well before answering. “I only assumed, but ever since you told me you had ‘an intimate dream about a guy’ after icing me out for two weeks. It made sense. I wondered why you avoided me but then you told me you had that dream and I guessed it had something to do with me.”

“Then…how long have you thought about sleeping with me?” I might be pushing my luck but I’m curious.

“Long before you ever questioned your sexuality.” He scoffs at himself and looks down at my bare chest with a ghost of a smile, his cheeks going a soft pink. “I think it started that day at the park when we were in high school. Remember that picnic we went on? You were by my side the whole time and you complimented me a few times. You just looked so good that day and you were so laid back and fun, I couldn't help but admire you. That never really changed though, you being carefree.”

It’s my turn to blush now. A smile creeps onto my face as I listen and I finally wrap an arm around him, pulling him against me. “That long?” He nods and I kiss his forehead. “You must’ve known something I didn’t back then.” I tease.

“No,” he laughs. “I used to lament the fact I had a crush on the straight guy.” He snuggles into my chest and lets out a soft sigh. “Part of me wondered if I was ever obvious about it. I don’t know if I ever acted weird around you. I feel like I did.”

“If you did, I never noticed. You’ve always been a sweetheart, I just figured you were extra sweet in private with everyone.” I laugh in spite of myself. How did I never pick up on it? To be fair, I thought I was straight until a little over a year ago. “It’s endearing.”

“It is?” I can hear his smile in his voice.

“It is. Everything about you is. You’re the resident sunshine, after all.”

“I like when you call me stuff like that.”

“Yeah?” He nods. “I think ‘angel’ is your favorite, hmm?” He nods again and I kiss the top of his head before laying my head down. “Cute. Well I’m glad you like it because I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“You better not.” He’s pouting now, I’m sure of it.

“Don’t worry, baby, I won't.”

“Good. You better keep calling me your baby.” I can’t stop the smile I’m wearing from growing wider.

“I will because you are.” I hum. I don’t know what we are but I do know we’re more than friends and I do know I’m never getting over him. “Sweet dreams.” I whisper when I notice his breathing even out.

Whatever this is, I’m content to hold him in my arms for the rest of the night.

[captain-mj]

Hi.. so, uhm

Here's the deal, I'll give you 100 red gummy bears and 1 red gummy worm; if you write a Graves x Price, but not any kind of story, oh hell nah, those toe curling and wild smut fics.

The type of story that you think "I'm sorry for what I'll do" and when you finish it you say "forgive Father for what I've done"

Idk go wild, maybe some wild monsterfuck or anything you'd like

Than you I love you (respectfully) and yeah, that's all ❤️

My friend Heart gave me the idea for Kraken Price and Sailor Graves! 

Pov: Graves

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Graves steadied his gun, trying to shoot at the damned monster attacking the ship. He felt panicked as a giant tentacle went for him. It splashed him with salty water as it raised. 

Graves moved his gun, trying to aim when a second tentacle suddenly grabbed him around his waist. It had snuck behind him while he had focused on the other one. He was flung several feet in the air and away from the ship, but was caught before he could slam into the water. 

The thing dangled him, being surprisingly kind with the way it held him. Several came to form like a hammock around him. Graves tried to scrambled out but they pushed him back in, restraining him now. He fought back briefly but in vain.

Reluctantly, he gave up, going still in hopes they’d loosen their grip again so he could escape.

The tentacles held him gently, trailing over him. They were very cold and still wet with seawater, soaking his clothes.

He managed to get a glimpse of where his ship should have been but all he saw was it sinking.

Graves realized he was going to die out there. He tensed and went for his gun but the tentacles wrapped around his wrist to prevent it. They dropped him the few feet he was above the water, making him splash against the water. He tried to swim back up but someone wrapped his arms around him, pulling him back down.

A very handsome man was there. Very handsome indeed. Rugged but with pretty, soft blue eyes. He was shirtless but Graves couldn’t see if he was wearing pants. The water grew murky past his bellybutton.

He was... abnormally big. His hands took up the majority of his back and it felt like he was twice his size. 

“Hello.” Nice voice though. Funny accent. 

Graves let out a soft breath. “Oh good, we speak the same language. Were you from my ship? We need to get out of here.”

“Why?”

“We’re being attacked by a tentacled beast?”

The man smiled, clearly amused. “You think me a beast?”

Graves looked down again, this time seeing the water wasn’t murky, but writhing with…. Things. He tried to push away, a little panicked but the man held him tight.

“My name is Price.”

“Graves.” He shivered, the position he was in becoming a little more apparent. He was at this man’s mercy, currently in his arms and there were… tentacles everywhere.

Lovely.

“Listen, I have a family back home.”

“A girl?” Price asked, pressing a little closer. His torso pushed between his thighs.

“N-no. But I…” it was hard to think. “A mom…” He mumbled a little.

“I’m not going to kill you. Don’t worry.” Price’s hands slid down to his ass. “You’re rather pretty.”

Graves blinked slowly, thighs clenching instinctively around him. “Thank you. For men though, its mostly handsome.” He felt the hands on his ass squeeze slightly.

Price hummed. “Your clothes are so wet. Probably need to get you out of those.”

Graves flushed but nodded. He felt something grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head. “What are you planning on doing to me?”

“You just relax. I know humans are delicate.”

Graves scowled and went to snap at him before a tentacle wrapped around his throat carefully. Price smiled at him before unlacing Graves’s pants and sliding them down, moving him around when he didn’t move fast enough. 

Tentacles wrapped around his legs, keeping them slightly apart.

“Do you want this?”

Graves felt flustered, naked and unsure exactly what was being offered. A tentacle slid along his ass, poking at him lightly and he realized.

“Has anyone touched you here before?” 

“N-no.” Graves gasped, looking up at the stars. “I want it. Please use your hands too.” 

“Eager little thing.” Those big hands pushed his legs further open and the tentacles kept them apart. His head was forced further back as one of them gently poked at his mouth. It slithered slowly down his throat, giving him time to adjust. He took a deep breath and swallowed around it, feeling the man shudder. “You’re good at that.”

Graves hummed in response and his eyes fluttered close. He felt himself start to get floaty. 

Another one prodded at his hole, substantially bigger than the one in his mouth. He tensed himself in preparation.

“So small...” Price mumbled. “We might be here a while before you can take my cock... Oh well. I’m patient.” It started to slide into him and Graves thrashed. The stretch burned and he wondered when exactly he planned on stopping. Price just kept sliding deeper and deeper into him. 

Graves realized after a moment the tentacle was tapered as it got bigger and bigger. The stretch of his body and the feeling of him rearranging his insides started to become unbearable. He whimpered softly and Price stopped, slowly sliding it out so Graves could feel every inch that had entered his body. 

“There you go. You’re okay.” Those soft hands rubbed at his sides and the one in his mouth retreated, leaving him drooling. It started to slide back into him and there was nothing to muffle Graves cries now. Price managed to go further this time but eventually Graves shook his head, needing him to stop. 

“What are you.... fuck, what are you doing?” The aching emptiness once Price was out almost made him start crying. His thoughts were muffled by the need for more and the pain of it all. 

“Preparing you. You need to pretty stretched.” Two started to enter him and Graves struggled slightly, eyes rolling back. It felt like he was being torn apart and he started whimpering.

“Please, too much, please.” 

Price stopped, but didn’t pull out. One of them started pushing deeper and Graves panted harshly before it pressed against something. He properly screamed, legs shaking.

“There it is.” Price hummed to himself. The one continued applying a dizzying amount of pressure while the other pushed further into Graves. “Fascinating.” 

Graves couldn’t think. Could barely feel the pain over the waves and waves of pleasure running over him. 

One of Graves’s hands were moved to his stomach, letting him feeling where the bulge through it. He whimpered, clenching hard around everything inside him. Price panted softly.

“Humans are usually pretty, but you...” He cupped Graves’s face. “You’re stunning. I’m going to keep you with me a while, yeah? Promise to keep you nothing but pleased.”

Graves gasped softly and leaned into the gentle touch. He came untouched, the pressure on his prostate becoming too much to bear. 

Price kissed him through it, no longer applying as much pressure but still keeping him filled. 

Graves panted softly. “Do this often?” He tried to grin but Price thrust in and it disappeared in a groan. His body still felt so sensitive from the orgasm. 

“Occasionally. Today is the start of my mating season and I needed someone. You don’t mind, do you?” Was Price mocking him? Graves felt himself shudder, finding that just turned him on more. 

“No.” Price thrust again and Graves head fell back. “It’s so much.”

“You’re handling it very well. I’m going to pull them out, okay? Real slow and then I’ll see if you can fit my cock yet.” Price warned him, giving him a minute to take a deep breath.

“You can move now.” Price took one out first before pressing his hand on his lower stomach, making Graves gasp slightly. 

“Good boy. Doing so well for me.” Price cooed before slowly removing the other tentacle. Graves shuddered as the cold air came in touch with him. “You’re gaping slightly. Should be perfect.”

Several tentacles wrapped around Graves’s arms, giving him something to hold on to. He held them tight as Price moved, raising up and showing just how much bigger he was. Even just the human part was as big as Graves and that did funny things to him. 

He was steadily getting hard again and Price noticed, smiling. He hoisted Graves up and the tentacles supported him, keeping him suspended with his hips up. 

Graves decided to keep his eyes trained on the stars as Price lined him up. The head of his cock pressed against him and Graves wasn’t sure even with the prep he could take it. Tentacles readjusted him, spreading his legs wider and slightly up to give Price more access. 

It pressed into him slowly and Graves slowly fell apart. Price started to moan softly which spurred Graves on. 

“I can take more.” Graves whimpered out when he stopped. 

Price’s eyes darkened just a little and he pressed further in. Graves decided not to think about how deep he was going in him. He wasn’t an expert, but he knew it was a lot more than a few inches. His hand was pressed to his stomach again and he could feel Price moving. The pleasure was starting back up, raking down his spine.

It stopped and Graves whined. “Why...”

“Bottomed out. Good job, sweetheart.” Price praised him and Graves closed his eyes, mewling. He thrust in carefully and Graves felt it almost snap him in half. His legs trembled slightly but every move made him brush against his prostate and it was all so much. 

Graves felt himself melt into a puddle. One of the tentacles gently rubbed at his cock, gently jacking him off. Price started to kiss him again and held him close, starting to moan gently. 

“You’re so goddamn tight. So fucking hot inside.” Price growled against him, voice deepening. Graves panted against his mouth and tugged at the restraints. He was released and he wrapped his arms around him, wanting him closer. 

It got fuzzier and fuzzier as his head start to spin. He came again, body tensing up around him. 

Price came in him and Graves whimpered against him, sinking his teeth into Price’s shoulder. He went limp after a minute, feeling the rush of something cold through his body. 

“Are you going to pull it out?” 

“In a minute. You’re so good.”

“How long does your mating season last?”

“Two months. I’ll put you on the shore wherever you want when its over.” Price promised, kissing him softly. “Until then, you’re mine.”

[lovelylusts]

cloud nine // csb // 11 - bathroom bitch

summary: a group of friends form on nsfw twitter, and hijinks ensue. but when jisu starts catching feelings for soobin after filming with him, she has to grapple with her feelings while assuring her close bond with him doesn’t die.

general warnings: choi soobin x oc (moon jisu), smau, smut, fluff, angst, crack, the rest of txt is here too, aespa is also here just bc they serve, no relationships or events in this story reflect real ships and are just for the story, this is a pro sex-work story obv, lowkey probably gonna be filthy as hell considering it’s a sex work au, vague relationships lmao, she/they oc because i’m projecting, genderfluid yeonjun agenda, oc has a not-so-secret thing for soobin’s hands, they use fake names on twt :)

chapter warnings: short but sweet, sorry for no update i’ve been busy :(, dom-ish!soobin, sub-ish!oc, chapter named after bathroom bitch by holychild :), mentions of drugs (weed + alcohol), who would have guessed that they are in fact fucking in a bathroom, quickie, idk if this counts as exhibitionism or just not giving a fuck, fingering (f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex (plz don’t do this), premature orgasm? kinda?, brief mention of virginity/inexperience, but obv neither of them are virgins, biting, brief mention of blood but there’s no actual bleeding, very brief blowjob where soobin finishes in jisu’s mouth

word count: 2.5k

series masterlist // general masterlist

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jisu wasn’t quite sure how she found herself here, sat on the counter in aeri’s bathroom with her hands in soobin’s hair, his teeth grazing her neck as he rapidly pumped his fingers in and out of her soaking cunt, but she certainly wasn’t complaining.

the two-bedroom apartment reeked of junk food, beer, and weed as the group of ten crowded into the living room of beomgyu and aeri’s shared home, staring intently at the screen while yizhuo, kai, beomgyu, and minjeong partook in what the group had decided was the most intense game of mario kart they had ever seen - even if they did notice the two who had subtly snuck off, they had far more important things to worry about.

it was innocent at first, both of them happening to go to the kitchen at the same time to grab a beverage from the refrigerator. they were still so nervous around each other, even after everything they had done together, but they would never talk about it with each other. the sex was just part of the business aspect of their relationship, right?

soobin wasn’t quite sure what was causing the feeling to rush over him - maybe it was because the last time they were alone together, he had been writhing in white hot pleasure beneath her - but he felt needy. he felt guilty for wanting her like that at a time like this, when their entire group of friends was finally convened in person for the first time.

jisu hadn’t thought about it the entire evening, simply just happy to finally be able to spend time with everybody, but stepping into the kitchen at the same time as him shifted the atmosphere drastically. she felt like a high schooler alone with her crush, butterflies beginning to take flight in her stomach looking, her chest feeling slightly restricted as she became hyper-aware of both of their actions. she wasn’t sure why she cared so much, considering not only the current circumstances but also that she and soobin had been together plenty of times without her feeling this distressed - but she ignored it, tucking the feelings away and instead reaching for the handle of the refrigerator.

soobin couldn’t take it anymore, grabbing the outreached hand and using it to quickly turn her and press her against the cold stainless steel of the appliance, smirking down at her as he noticed her dilated doe eyes staring deep into his own with surprise, and the small hairs that covered her body standing straight - he couldn’t see it, but it made him aware of the chill that had ran down her spine. a sense of urgency from his arousal spread through his body, urging him to lean forward and press his lips against hers, both of them quickly melted into each other, and the acknowledgment of their friends in the other room fading as they held onto each other, the intensity of their kisses leading to reddened, puffy lips upon pulling away from each other.

they couldn’t contain it anymore, jisu using the moment of separation to catch their breath to pull him out of the kitchen and down the hallway, not caring who saw them, and dragging him into the first open room - giselle’s bathroom. her bathroom was neat for the most part, the majority of her makeup and toiletries stored on shelves and in organizers, save for some stray pieces that she had used earlier in the day. it was no matter of importance, though, as she heard the click of the lock before feeling herself being lifted onto the counter, soobin standing between her spread legs and grabbing onto her waist.

“i’m sorry, i just needed you so bad,” he muttered between kisses, his hands roaming her body until he pushed her shirt over her chest, the fabric bunched above her breasts while he leaned down to softly suck pale bruises onto the flesh peaking above the beige fabric of the cups of her bra. “i just wanna make you feel good.”

“i-i’m not complaining,” jisu said as a gasp, breathless at the way his mouth felt against her skin. she was subconsciously bucking her hips, needy beyond her own belief as she felt his hardness pressing against her through her joggers. “need you so bad.”

his hands trailed down to the waistband of her joggers, tugging at the elastic to signal that he wanted to take them off, pulling them down her legs after she lifted her hips to aid him, and letting them settle on the floor. he examined the situation before him, jisu’s spread legs revealing a large wet spot on her grey underwear, her slick arousal seeping through the thin fabric. he brought his right hand to her thigh, trailing his fingers against her pale flesh as he tilted his head down to capture her in a messy kiss, teeth colliding as she brought her hands to his chest, her touch furthering the hardening of his cock in his sweatpants.

“soobin,” she gasped, her words staggering as she tried to catch her breath after pulling away from him, “please touch me. i need you.” her skin practically felt like it was on fire, the feeling of his touch making her feel borderline feverish.

he chuckled at her neediness, though he felt it too, bringing his hand towards her center and running his thumb over the patch of arousal on her underwear. she jerked at the touch, trying to stay quiet so as to not alert the others, even if they did already know what was going on, which was more than likely. he watched, smirking to himself, as she brought her hand towards her mouth, her teeth capturing the cloth of the loose long sleeve shirt she was wearing, attempting to muffle her sweet sounds - he loved hearing her moan for him, it was one of his favorite sounds, but this would have to suffice considering all of their friends were just down the hallway.

he removed his hand momentarily to grab at the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slightly until she realized what he was asking of her and lifting her hips so he could pull them down. he smiled to himself like a kid in a candy store as she repositioned herself, her arousal glistening in the warm lighting of the bathroom, evidence that her heat was calling for him to just fill up her tight pussy until she was on the verge of tears. with dark eyes, he gazed down at her, front teeth pressing into the rim of his bottom lip as he teased her entrance, her wetness coating his fingers.

“god,” he groaned to himself. “you’re so fucking wet for me.” his long fingers slipped into her heat with ease, though he still found himself in awe as the walls of her tight cunt constricted around him. his middle and ring finger curved into her sweet spot so sweetly, his thumb lightly grazing her sensitive clit, her sounds strained as she tried to keep herself grounded enough to keep it to herself and not have the others hear. he brought his lip towards her jaw, pressing wet kisses and lightly biting at her smooth, pale skin. “you like that, hm?”

jisu squeaked a bit as an affirmative, her teeth hanging onto the fabric of her sleeves so hard that her jaw could have started to ache at any given moment. her eyes were squeezed shut, too scared too look at the man in front of her, for no particular reason, but perhaps because she was too overwhelmed with the sensation between her legs. she was a little embarrassed, becoming aware of how close she truly was to reaching her climax - after all, he wasn’t holding back. his fingers were rapidly plowing into her, the circles his thumb made around her clit becoming rougher and more focused. but she wasn’t sure it was enough. she was starting to come to terms with the fact that once she had a taste of soobin - of being torn apart by him - she would never be able to get enough.

“soobin,” she said, her voice high-pitched and breathy, and strained due to her struggle to keep her voice down. “please fuck me. need your cock.”

he had been hard since they were alone in the kitchen, wanting - no, needing to feel her tight walls around him. but there was one problem. “i-i want to,” he started softly, his voice husky and laced with lust. “but i didn’t bring anything.”

“just cum in my mouth, please, i just really need to feel you,” she pleaded with him. her core felt like it had been set ablaze, and his fingers, even though she could never stop appreciating them, weren’t satisfying her.

soobin didn’t even take a second to ponder it, immediately reaching down to pull his sweatpants and boxers down to his mid-thigh, his hard length springing out, tip blushing and beginning to leak small droplets of precum. holding her thighs open to his liking, he ran his tip against her heat, coating the sensitive flesh with her arousal, before slowly pushing his hips forward until they met her own, groaning as he bottomed out, her warm, wet walls enveloping him and overtaking his senses. he was so filled with desire for her that he didn’t give her any time to adjust to the intrusion, instead immediately beginning to piston his hips at a moderate pace, clearly too needy to show any patience.

“god, you feel so fucking good,” he said in a whisper, gritting his teeth so as to not let out any loud sounds, looking down to watch as his cock dragged in and out of her soaking heat, her arousal leaving a glistening sheen on his blushing flesh. her walls hugged his member so nicely, the feeling of her around him almost too much to bear - it was the first time he had felt her raw like this, and now that he was getting a taste of it, he wasn’t sure if he could ever go back. he was already feeling so fucked-out, he couldn’t even think straight enough to remind himself that she wasn’t his in the first place. this would probably be the only time this would happen.

jisu had her head buried in his neck, her lips attached to his neck to muffle her whines and her nails digging into the soft fabric of his shirt as the pleasure coursed through her body, the stretch of his cock in her tight cunt something she could never get used to. maybe it was just the idea of nothing being between them like there usually was, maybe it was that all of their friends were just down the hallway and they were in somebody else’s bathroom, but she felt different this time. she felt more sensitive, already on the verge of an orgasm, way quicker than usual, and judging by the squelching sound coming from between her legs, she wasn’t sure she had ever been this aroused in her life.

“i-i think i’m already close,” soobin confessed, his face heating up with embarrassment. obviously, he was far from a virgin, but the sensation of her pussy around him, with nothing between them, was overwhelming him and he could already feel his orgasm rapidly approaching. he suddenly felt like he was years younger, inexperienced again, as he was embarrassingly close to finishing so early on into the affair.

“m-me too,” she said. it made her felt better that he was in the same boat she was. maybe it was for the best, too, because the longer they were away, the more time the others had to ponder their teasing comments and other forms of making the pair feel embarrassed for their actions. “please, wanna cum around you.”

he brought his fingers back to her clit, quickly rubbing harsh circles on the sensitive nub as the pace of his hips suddenly became bruising. it took everything in him to hold off his own orgasm as he worked diligently to bring jisu to her own first, his breath becoming more and more shallow as he felt her walls begin to lightly contract. he watched her body as she was beginning to reach her peak, her stomach caving with heavy breaths and her thighs shaking against the white marble of the countertop.

jisu was seeing stars, her orgasm, even with such little stimulation in comparison with her other times with soobin, hitting her hard. she bit down on his clothes shoulder to hide her cries (only to later realize that she was lucky she didn’t draw blood) as her body shook against him. he fucked her through her high, impressed by his own willpower as he still had managed to keep himself from cumming. he pulled out, slowly stroking himself so as to not lose momentum while allowing her time to recover, though that wasn’t necessary because, with shaky legs, she still managed to slide off of the countertop and kneel down in front of him, taking over by shoving his hand away and wrapping her lips around him, bobbing her head at a faster pace than he had been.

it only took mere seconds before he reached his own climax, clapping his hand over his mouth and moaning against it as ropes of cum filling her mouth. as he had done with her, she worked him through his orgasm until his hips were twitching and he was signaling for her to stop, too out of breath to use his words.

they sat in silence for a bit, both of their bodies being hit with the aftermath of the intense quickie, before they began moving to clean up and put their clothes back on, both nervously awaiting the reactions of their friends.

“th-thank you,” he said to her. “i really needed that.”

she smiled and giggled, always finding it so adorable how quickly his attitude would change from so domineering and serious to sweet and mildly shy in the minutes after they finished. “any time.”

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“you guys cleaned up after yourselves, right?” aeri asked in a jokingly threatening tone as the two walked down the short hallway into the living room. all eyes were on the pair as they reentered the room, giggles being let out as they both quickly turned tomato red at her comment.

neither one of them wanted to say anything, instead just awkwardly returning to where they were previously seated on the floor together, avoiding looking at the others, beside yeonjun and kai, who speaks first after they sit.

“so you allow them to fuck in your bathroom, but when i suggest we do some group bonding, y-”

a baby blue throw pillow collides with the messy tuft of blond on the crown of his head.

“i didn’t let them. besides, they know if they ever do it again, i’ll make sure neither of them have sex with anyone ever again,” aeri grunts. both jisu and soobin slowly, almost comically, turn their heads to look at the girl who returned their gaze with a piercing glare. “are we clear?”

almost too scared, they just nodded, before turning their attention back to the screen that was displaying the loading screen of mario party, silently agreeing to never do that again.

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[savebatsfromscratch]

No.3 His journal and his shredded memories

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50540005

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Words: 1,102

Cws: Derealization, Panic Attack or something

Notes: “Make it stop?” YEAH. Get me out of here I thought I lost interest with this fandom!!! (Okay but, hear me out. This prompt was literally Ranboo in that one arch on the Dream SMP…? Idk I stopped paying attention before it concluded.)

Prompt: No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.” | Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”

Ranboo’s long fingers tore at his mismatched hair with unexpected ferocity as he fought the panic that was quickly growing inside him. Something was very wrong. He didn’t know what, but something was wrong. He paced the small obsidian box, his breath coming in heavy clouds despite the underground air he breathed. He didn’t know what he was doing there. He wished Tubbo was here, but even Tubbo wouldn’t be able to help with something this bad, right?

In his panic, Ranboo was forgetting why he’d even come down here in the first place. He was forgetting what was wrong, even as more things were joining the growing list with every second. Letting fear turn into unkempt terror as he fought to grab after the glitching papers.

But no matter how much he fought to catch it, the list seemed to be floating out of his reach, and he found that he could not. He could not reach the truth, not by running, not by teleporting, nor even by rocketing through water tunnels so lovingly constructed he could have believed them to be the arteries and veins of his stretched heart.

How long had he been here now? It couldn’t have been more than a little while. Unless the panic had already stretched a minute long stay into several weeks. Was anyone worrying about where he’d gone? Ranboo was sure that he knew someone who would, but as he searched his mind for a name, he came up empty. Bile rose in his throat as he did his best to remember, but there was just… nothing.

It was like Ranboo’s mind had been suddenly wiped, with every memory of the hidden face simply whisked away into oblivion. Who was he? Hadn’t he just been thinking about him earlier? Ranboo grasped at everything he could hold onto, but that “everything” was slipping away. A smiling face, as scarred as it was happy, Curled horns, just now coming in. Blond brown hair, fluffy over his eyes. With terror, Ranboo found that each time he brought something up, another disappeared.

This person, he loved him, right?

Where was he!?

Ranboo’s pacing sped up. If he hadn’t been so preoccupied with trying to remember, he would have felt a whine build in the back of his throat, slowly growing into nothing less than a scream as his panic rose to ever undefined heights. It was like he was fully submerged in the icy ocean, without his protective layer of armor. Like burning drips of water were reaching every inch of skin on his body. Like he was writhing in agony on the sandy bottom of some abandoned old ship, long since lost to the depths of terror.

Ranboo fought to control his fear. Somewhere in the depths of his mind that had not yet been reduced to terror, he knew he should try to breathe, but that was exceedingly hard to do when even simple memories seemed unreachable from inside his own head. He tried to calm down. He really did, but it did nothing to slow him as his skin began to glow with purple teleportation particles. It did nothing as he began to zip around the room, disappearing in clouds of terrible purple and reappearing in even more mere blocks away. It did nothing as his eyes glowed with a light unlike them. Nothing as his hands tore chunks from his knotted hair.

He couldn’t control his mind. He couldn’t reach his memories. He couldn’t even direct his teleportation. What could he do?

Then, very suddenly, and as if in a trance, Ranboo stopped dead in his tracks. His body shook with effort, and his mind whirled with a sudden shock of clarity. Clarity in complete panic, yes, but still clarity of a kind. Slowly, as if he wasn’t controlling it, he felt his black and white face turn to face the far wall. As he struggled to focus, his twitching ears registered that there was some sort of song playing. When did that start? He certainly didn’t think he had put in a disc like that.

Ranboo crept closer to the wall, seeing (as if for the first time) a book that lay here. It was upside down on that cursed obsidian, and yet seemed so familiar… Ranboo reached for it, even as his memories continued to shred. A brown cover, like most of the books he owned. Him and that friend that he still fought to remember. Crumpled pages that you could tell were well used even before opening the cover. Like those that that other figure liked to scribble strange shapes onto.

Ranboo’s shaking fingers closed around the book’s torn leather, but, for some odd reason, he could not find it in himself to flip it over. Strange, but the terror that bound him to this room, to this block, to this mental space, found it just as important to keep him from seeing whatever was on the front. As if something on the cover would change something. As if something in these pages was wrong.

Wrong, wrong, it was all wrong.

Ranboo felt hot tears run down his cheeks, but though they burned with hissing steam, it was like he had suddenly become a statue. His hands shook, his legs twitched, his eyes were wider than they had ever been before, but even as small shreds of memory tried to fight their way back to him, it was clear that his panic was not over yet.

This journal, it was important… wasn’t it?

Wasn’t.

Wasn’t important.

It was like the song was boring into his brain, stirring up any conclusion he tried to make as it forced him to its rhythm.  It seemed to be telling him, quite plainly, that this was not over. That would rather never be over. That he was already halfway to whatever it wanted him to become.

The room seemed to be glitching around him. The obsidian shifted between night black and purple purple, seeming to close in on him and then to dance away. He kept crying, and his face kept burning with pain, but he could not move. The journal was like coals in his hand. He needed it. He didn’t. It would help. It could only harm.

Nothing was as it seemed.

His eyes seemed to close on a familiar sky, but even as he lost consciousness, Ranboo knew that it was like no sky that he’d ever seen. It was open. He was endless. Green flecks and false stars took his vision as his journal fell, open, to the horrid ground.

[littleboy-logan]

Among The Stars

A lil Thomgan one shot (is that the ship name? Thomgan? Lomas? Logisanders? idk) with cg Thomas and agere Logan cos i lov dem :3 hope y’all enjoy!!!

Summary: Logan has regressed and it’s playtime. Thomas then has to entertain him. How successful will he be?

Characters: Logan, Character!Thomas

Pairing(s): Thomgan

Warnings: some stuffed animal violence but beyond that nothing, but lemme know if I missed anything!!!

Word count: 765

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Thomas was watching TV in his living room when Logan rose up. He was about to explain how productive he'd been that day and was just taking a break, until he noticed Logan was in his space pyjamas and had his favourite rocket ship toy in his hand.

Oh, no wonder Thomas had begun to lose focus out of nowhere.

"Play astronaut?" Logan asked in an innocent tone.

"Of course! What planet are we going to today, Captain Logan?"

Logan summoned an armful of stuffies. "Teddy bear planet!"

Thomas gasped dramatically. "But sir, it is strictly forbidden for any non-stuffed beings to enter teddy bear planet!"

Logan set out the stuffies, arranging them meticulously. "Sounds like a problem for someone else."

Thomas giggled. Logan was always so sassy when he regressed.

They laid down on the floor, Logan waving the spaceship around and making his way to teddy bear planet. Thomas did the voices for ground control as always, and also voiced the co-pilot.

"Captain, we are approaching our destination, and we are clear for landing," Thomas said.

"Good. Le's bring 'er down."

Thomas resisted the urge to laugh. He loved these moments more than anything.

Logan gently lowered the ship and brought it to the ground, making the landing sound with his mouth. He grabbed the closest stuffy to him; a pink lop-eared bunny.

"'What is this thing?'" he asked as the bunny in a slightly higher voice.

Thomas took a panda stuffy. "'Not sure, Alfie,'" he responded in a deeper voice with an unidentifiable accent. "'Looks like trouble to me.'"

"We come in peace!" Logan said as himself. "We not gon' hurt you. Jus' lookin'."

"Yeah, what he said," Thomas concurred. "We're just passing through."

"'People don't just 'pass through' these parts,'" Thomas's panda said. "'They're always looking for the crystal.'"

Logan smacked Thomas's panda with his own stuffy. "'Don't talk about it, Jennifer!'" Logan's rabbit scolded.

"'Well, jeez, there are nicer ways of saying it,'" Thomas's panda murmured, Thomas holding back a giggle.

"What crystal?" Logan asked.

"'The crystal of eternal happiness,'" Jennifer replied, earning another smack from Alfie.

"'Shush!'"

"'Violence is never the answer.'"

"Captain, sounds like they've got something real valuable, what's our move?"

"Take it. Duh."

Of course.

They went through a whole plot line on teddy bear planet. There was quite a bit of fighting involved, which almost worried Thomas, but he decided to let Logan's imagination run wild.

They eventually made it to where the crystal was hidden. It was a hard fought battle and much stuffing was shed. Finally though, they were there. The glorious crystal of eternal happiness, shaped identically to a remote control.

"Captain, you take it," Thomas said. "You deserve that eternal happiness."

"No, Thomas, you saved me before," Logan said, referring to when Thomas jumped in front of an arrow for him. "You take it."

"I insist, Captain. It was your brilliant leadership that brought us here."

"Take it, Thomas!" Logan insisted. "I've killed before, I'll do it again! Take the crystal!"

Thomas burst into laughter. "Wow, okay then."

He slowly reached out to grab the crystal, ready for eternal happiness. He took hold, but felt no change. He shook it a few times, tapped on it, but nothing.

"Huh... not working. Maybe it's because I'm already eternally happy with you in my life!"

Logan didn't get the chance to respond to that before Thomas playfully tackled him into a hug. He burst into giggles as Thomas blew raspberries into his cheek. He writhed under Thomas's hold but couldn't escape.

"Thomas, please- I- can't!" Logan spluttered past his laughter.

"I haven't even started tickling you yet!"

Logan's face went flush. "No, don't—"

It was too late. Thomas was tickling Logan's ribs, where he knew he was most sensitive. Logan fought even harder, giggling even louder.

"Sto-o-op!" Logan wailed. "Lemme go-o-o!"

"Tell me you love me first!"

"I love you! Please, please, please, please—"

Thomas relented, and Logan gasped with relief. He sat up and leaned against Thomas, wrapping his arms around him. They were both breathing heavily, having worn themselves out.

"Sleeby," Logan mumbled tiredly, Thomas smiling warmly.

"Bed time?" he asked with a lilt in his voice, Logan nodding. "Alright, let's go night-night."

Thomas lifted him in his arms, which was fairly easy given Logan's shorter stature. He carried him upstairs to the bedroom and laid him down. He laid down on the other side, holding Logan in his arms.

There was a mess downstairs, but it could be cleaned in the morning.

[august-anon]

Get Up

Another late birthday fic for someone on the server!! Idk if you want your name revealed, and idk if you have a tumblr cuz a gal’s memory issues are REAL, but you know who you are lol. I am still “no thoughts, head empty’ and Pineapple is asleep so she can’t proofread for me, but I really wanted to get this up for you so I’m sorry about any mistakes! Hope you like it!

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship(s): platonic Royality

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Roman, Ler!Patton

Word Count: 1076 words

Summary: Patton just wants to get up and have breakfast! Roman, unfortunately, is being a little stubborn.

[ao3 link]

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The sun peeking through the curtains was what eventually woke Patton up. Roman was still pressed up against him, back to chest, after they fell asleep during their sleepover. He checked the clock and decided that they really should be waking up, if they wanted to get anything done that day.

Patton shook Roman’s shoulder. “Ro-Ro,” he said quietly. “It’s time to get up.”

Roman groaned and pulled the blankets up over his head. Patton giggled.

“Roman, c’mon, kiddo.”

Roman groaned again. “I thought we were friends.”

“We are, that’s why I’m trying to get us up and out of bed! Come on, let’s go make breakfast!”

“No.” Roman moaned dramatically, drawing out the word.

Patton hummed and hugged Roman tighter. He squirmed at the tight grip, and suddenly an absolutely evil idea occurred to Patton. He grinned against the back of Roman’s neck and started wiggling his fingers into Roman’s sides.

Roman gasped, wiggling and giggling sleepily. “Patton, no.” He whined.

“Time to get up, sleepyhead!”

He switched from wiggling his fingers up and down Roman’s sides to vibrating them into his waistline. Roman’s giggles jumped in intensity and he tried to kick out, but Patton tangled their legs together so he couldn’t get free.

“Patton, no!”

“Patton, yes!” He cooed in Roman’s ear.

He began lightly pinching his way up Roman’s ribcage. Roman squealed quietly and tumbled into louder laughter. Patton giggled against his neck, which just made Roman try to jerk away from the ticklish feeling of his breath.

“Don’t make me take drastic measures, silly billy!”

“I’m not getting up!” Roman said through his laughter.

Patton hummed. “If you don’t get up, you’re gonna get it!”

Roman, even amidst all his squirming, steadfastly pulled the blankets back up from where they had slipped down his body. Patton blew a few loud raspberries against the back and side of Roman’s neck, making him shriek and throw his head back in laughter. Patton barely managed to avoid getting headbutt in the nose.

“Last chance,” he sang.

“No!” Roman cried. Patton wasn’t sure if it was in response to his warning, or in response to the tickling.

Patton let out a dramatically fake sigh, tickling his ears with the puff of air and making him shiver and squeal some more. “You chose this,” he said. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

Patton tricked Roman, skittering up his ribs like he was about to attack his dreaded underarms, but instead shooting his hands down to converge on his stomach. Roman yelped and tried to roll out of his arms, but Patton’s grip on him was solid. He scratched and squeezed and kneaded the sensitive skin, occasionally dipping his fingers into Roman’s bellybutton for good measure.

“No, no! Not there!”

“Oh?” Patton asked. “Not there? What about… here?”

Patton’s hands moved even further down and started squeezing his hips. Roman jumped and tried to curl in on himself, but he couldn’t dislodge Patton’s hands. Patton switched between squeezing and kneading at the hip bones to scratching all around them and along his pantline, then back to squeezing again. It left Roman absolutely writhing against the bed, cackling breathlessly.

“Aw, is that all tickly?” Patton asked. “Does it make you wanna get up, now?”

“No!”

“No? Even still, honeybun?” Patton laughed in his ear again. “Wow! Maybe you want the tickles, hm? Is that it, Ro-Ro?”

“Pat!!”

“Yeah, Roman?” Patton snickered. “What is it?”

“Please!!”

“Pleeeaaase, what? Please… tickle one of your worst spots?”

Peering over Roman, Patton could see that his eyes had shot wide open. He squealed before Patton even moved, trying to kick his legs out. Patton tried to chuckle evilly, but it really just came out like an excited giggle, which was just as well. He reached his hands down to lightly knead at Roman’s thighs. Roman shrieked and threw his head back against Patton’s shoulder to cackle frantically.

“Aww, does that tickle, sweetpea?” Patton cooed.

“Yes!” Roman practically screamed.

“You’re already awake now!” Patton said. “I can tell! Do you wanna get up now?”

“No! Patton, please!”

“Ohhh, I think I know what you want! You want me to go for your worst spot, hm? Ro-Ro wants me to get his tickly-wickly armpits?”

“Absolutely not!” Roman shouted, syllables difficult to understand throughout his cackling.

“The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout,” Patton sang in a childlike voice.

Roman shrieked as his fingers skittered up and managed to squeeze up under his arms to scratch away at his armpits. His laughter was bordering on hysterical even from those light touches.

“Down came the rain and washed the spider out!”

Patton made his hands into claws and gently raked them down his ribs and sides and hips until he was squeezing at Roman’s thighs again. Roman’s hands were flailing, but Patton felt secure enough behind him to not get a bloody nose.

“Up came the sun and dried up all the rain!”

Patton spidered his fingers up onto Roman’s stomach again, letting a few sneak into his bellybutton every few ticklish passes around the ticklish area. He also blew streams of air at Roman’s ears that made him shiver and blew a few more raspberries at his nape and the side of his neck. Roman’s laughter was going breathy and desperate, but he still hadn’t truly called for mercy, so Patton thought it safe to continue.

“And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again!”

Patton scribbled his way back up Roman’s ribs, tweaking a few sweet spots on the bones that he remembered being there. He squeezed back up under Roman’s arms and into his armpits, scratching away as Roman’s arms pressed tightly to his sides as if he could protect himself.

“You gonna get up, Ro-Ro?” Patton asked, trying to make his words and breath as ticklish as possible against Roman’s ear.

Roman was silent for a few more moments. Patton made his scratching a little firmer and Roman shrieked, laughter bordering on silent.

“Uncle!” He managed. “Uncle, I’ll get up!”

Patton immediately stopped, slipping his hands out from under Roman’s arms and wrapping them firmly around his waist once more. He grinned against the back of Roman’s neck as he waited for him to calm down, both their forms bouncing with the strength of Roman’s residual giggles.

“So,” Patton asked after the giggles had finally petered off. “Breakfast? I vote waffles!”

Roman chuckled. “Waffles it is, Pat. Let’s go.”

[not-safeforsanders]

Roceit, sappy morning sex. Deceit being all like "we gotta get up, we've already slept in too long," and Roman saying, like, "but baaabe, I'm horny now!" idk, just something sappy and soft and giggle-y and romantic please?

Warnings: None

Ship: Roceit

Deceit wakes up with Roman’s body pressed against him, his boyfriend’s face buried against his neck and a leg over his abdomen, arm wrapped around him like he’s holding on for dear life. Roman seems to have only just woken up- still bleary-eyed with a soft soft of smile, hips rocking lightly against the other so he can feel exactly what he’d been dreaming about. 

Dee chuckles lightly, rubbing his eyes as he glances at the clock on the bedside “We’ve already been in bed far too long,” He mutters a little, voice rough from sleep as Roman pouts predictably. “The other’s will be needing you for whatever frivolous adventures it is you get on,” 

“But I want you,” The creative facet whines lowly, clambering in a lethargic sort of style onto Dee’s lap to straddle him. He still looks a little dazed from the night, hair mussed and cheeks red. “Please?” The deceitful side can’t find it in him to say no to those sleepy brown eyes as he tries to open them a bit wider but finds he used most of his energy to stop his boyfriend going anywhere without him. 

The snake-skinned man sighs a little, but smiles as he brings the other into a kiss. Roman smiles, melting against him as Dee helps him shift down a little without headbutting him (again, they’d already had an experience with a barely awake Roman trying to have spacial awareness. “Alright, alright, how can I say no to that face?” The creative side presses his hips needle against Roman’s as the other fumbles in the drawer for some lube.

They’re both a little tired, still accustoming to the day as Roman pushes his boxers off with a little help and Dee shuffles his down just enough to free his hardening cock. The elder (Although most wouldn’t think Roman to be older) lifts his hips a little for his partner to press his fingers inside of him slowly, pressing inside of him and stretching him open.

Roman groans the other’s name as his cock twitches a little. “Dee…” He whines “Please,” The younger chuckles lightly as he lets Roman take the lube off him to lube up the other’s cock in a desperate attempt for things to go a little faster. He gets like this sometimes, not even in desperation to be fucked, just to have the other so much closer. 

When his fingers are pulled out, Dee grips the base of his cock and lets Roman lower himself onto him, every muscle in the other’s body seems to tense and then relax like they’re being unwound, as a  string being unknotted for the first time might. The elder rocks his hips slowly, leaning down to rest his weight against his partner, as Dee bends his knees to much easier thrust in long, hard thrusts into Roman, feeling the other man jolt a little, soft moans tumbling from his lips. 

He can tell that his partner is still only just really waking up, his eyes closing against as he enjoys the sensation, reaching between their bodies to stroke himself lazily, in no rush for a climax just yet. 

They keep it slow and tired for a little while until Roman finally leans up to rest his weight on his usually strong arms, pushing back against Deceit’s cock to go a little faster, whilst Dee’s hand moves from his boyfriend’s hip to stroke him in time to the hard thrusts. Roman, easily the most oversensitive, moans out Dee’s name amongst various gasps and pants, his cheeks red and arms straining from the effort until his hips buck into the other’s hand, spilling over him. 

Deceit keeps going for a few more moments, chasing the tight heat and the sensation it brings before he spills inside the other with a moan that is more akin to a possessive growl. Roman whines and writhes with a tired look, accompanied with a soft smile that shows he’s enjoying it. 

When they both finally lie still in the quiet morning, nuzzling against each other and sharing quick pecks against each other’s lips and cheek, they exchange small smiles. Deceit mutters “Shower?” With a tired grin as Roman nods and drags his body out of bed so they can finally start their morning.

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Ko-fi

[upthehillask]

i’d love to hear your cursed child opinions!

Oh boy, well now you’ve unleashed me :D lol I don’t know if you’re interested more in what I loved or in what I’d critique, so I’ll go for both I guess? And you can read whichever you like :) But tbh you won’t hear anything new from me that you haven’t heard other fans talk about. Anyways, here are my thoughts on the actual play: [Spoiler alert I guess!]

Things I loved:

- THE MAGIC!!! The effects were EVERYTHING. The time warp, the telephone booth, the floo, the underwater, the dementors, the writings on the walls, and so much more… Really cool!!! And I loved the whole vibe and aesthetic of the play too, it felt authentic and fitting! THE SWISHY CLOAKS!! I want them!!

- The scenes I especially enjoyed were Harry’s nightmares, glimpses into his past and scenes from the books in general. I think they executed those quite well, made me really soft! Especially the scenes of little Harry in his cupboard and also him in the graveyard. Gripped my heart. Oh, I also loved that they finally showed Cedric in the end, he was so perfect!!

- Draco. Yes yes yes to dad Draco. Still bitchy, pretentious, and petty, trying so hard to play cool and tough, but a pained softie deep inside—we STAN. The relationship between him and his son I CRI EVRITIEM!!! Draco in the alternative timeline letting Scorpius do what he believes in, Draco in the real timeline hugging his son, I LIVE. And oh my god that scene where Draco walked in to Harry crying.. GOD. Yes emotions, yes vulnerability, yes bonding, yes yes yes. (Though I still can’t get over the ponytail. Would’ve been more than fine if Lucius hadn’t been portrayed with long hair lol)

- I loved Albus!! He’s a good Slytherin boy! That’s all I have to say. He’s a good friend and son who tries his best. I liked him a lot, more so now after watching the play. He really did remind me of Harry in a lot of ways. (Also, unpopular opinion, but I always loved Albus Severus’ name and I always will, fight me.)

- And just all the dad-son relationships, parenthood themes, friendship between the boys, related conflicts… Loved all of them. Touching, inspiring, couldn’t get enough!

- McGonagall was fcking ON POINT. Fcking QUEEN. Get it girl. Show em how to understand and respect children 👏👏👏

- I really loved Snape too! It was nice to finally see him being his self that only Dumbledore got to see in the books. I loved his demeanor too. I know actors change, but the one I saw portrayed Snape in a way that felt more canon. As much as I love Alan Rickman, he was a bit too graceful and sophisticated for canon Snape. In the play, however, Snape was kind of more rough, more rash, less pulled together in a way that he spoke and moved. It’s subtle but I lived for that. Also he was finally short. Yes.

- I feel like I have to mention Harry too. I actually quite liked him, so I’m gonna put him under this list as well. Yeah, that one scene where he threatened McGonagall into strict surveillance of his son is a bit much, errr 😅😅😅 But overall, I like the idea of him struggling as a father, making mistakes and learning from them. He’s a good egg.

- Ron and Hermione, my babies!! I had issues with Ron’s characterization, but I did mostly enjoy the portrayal of their relationship. I liked that their roles within the play were mostly to be together or to find their ways to each other. Since so many fans are against their ship, I was really excited to see them. And I just loved Hermione in general. They got her characterization almost on-point too, I think. I just love her 🥰

- In general, I enjoyed a lot of the dialogue. I liked all those strong, emotional one-liners that make you gasp. Harry saying things, Albus saying things, Scorpius, Draco, Ginny, others… There were good examples of lines they’d say that perfectly articulated everything that they embodied or felt or were dealing with. Well done there.

Okayyy I’m sure there’s more I could think of, definitely, but I’ll stop here since this is already a lot 😁

Things I questioned:

- So the one single biggest thing that I am the most critical of has to do with the plot itself, and it’s about Cedric turning into a Death Eater. I’m sorry but I just can’t. I could write a whole essay on how this makes no canonical sense (and I probably will if you ask me lmaoo), but to sum it up, Cedric eventually turning bitter and evil because he was publicly humiliated directly contradicts his canon character development. Cedric’s humility, kindness, and fairness are the core qualities around which Cedric’s personality was developed in the books. He almost explicitly places popularity, glory, and reputation second, and that’s critical, because if failure and humiliation were to affect him so drastically, his primary core values needed to be broken down and changed beforehand, but they never weren’t. So presenting the Triwizard incident as the turning point for him does not make any sense, and as a result the rest of the narrative falls apart. This is a plot hole and hasty writing.

- Yeah, Bellatrix having a child is still kinda weird 🙃🙃 I just hate that because in the books Bellatrix played the archetype of this anti-mother, the antithesis of motherhood and motherly love. I feel like having her voluntarily bring a child into this world destroys that symbolism. It makes me unsatisfied.

- I had some issues with the very beginning and the whole “montage” of events leading up to the fourth year. I found it overwhelming and disorienting, even though I’ve already read the script and knew what’s going on. Still, I felt like I was hit by a train, watching all the fast-paced scenes, cliché chaotic small talk going on, years going by… It felt messy for some reason. I feel like I need to watch it again in order to fully catch up and process everything I saw, and that’s not a good sign. But I didn’t hate it, I just wish we were more eased into the story.

- Scorpius. Now listen. When I read the script, Scorpius was my favorite character. I LOVED him, this awkward nerd who loves his dad and best friend with all his heart. The way I grew to imagine him was quite not how he was portrayed in the play. I know the dialogue and everything’s all the same, but idk, Scorpius in the play was way more hyper, bolder than I pictured, and worst of all, he was going out of his way to be this wannabe player. He seemed so all over the place, even acting a bit arrogant sometimes, celebrating moments of over-confidence, chasing after girls, trying to be everything BUT himself. But that honestly might just be my takeaway alone. There’s nothing actually wrong with his character, I just found myself slightly disappointed with him in the play specifically. I wish I could see the play again to actually analyze things more thoroughly to explain why I feel this way, but I can’t. I still like Scorpius, but a different version of him. (tho damn did I love those skinny pants on him lmao 👌👌)

- Moaning Myrtle. Like, I laughed, it was funny, but it just wasn’t very tasteful lol and I was left feeling a bit uncomfortable from the idea of this young murdered girl writhing and thirsting over literally everyone. The play really blew that out of proportion and idk it’s kinda awkward when I think about it 😅 And in general, there was just so much thirsting… with Rose, Polly Chapman, Delphi… Not to mention Albus kissing his AUNT… Like damn chill JK please 😂 Weird cliches and teenage hormones aren’t the only source of comedy okay?? 😂😂😂 Also, speaking of Myrtle, I kinda wish there was something mentioned about Draco having had been friends with her in sixth year. Idk it would’ve been nice to see that relationship somehow reminisced since we didn’t really get to see it :) 

- Craig Bowker Jr... If he was supposed to be a parallel to Cedric, both being the spare, why did he get literally zero attention?? We don’t really know who he is, we don’t see anyone hurting because of his death, he’s killed with such apathy. We don’t even see his parent grieving, like we saw Amos (who also happen to be an integral part to the plot of CC!). The whole parallel is so incomplete. Poor Craig and his unsymbolic death..

- Ok I am obviously elaborating way too much so let me just quickly summarize the rest of things I don’t actually hate but might wanna rant about: RON IS NOT A JOKSTER—GEORGE IS. RON IS A FIGHTER. HE IS ALSO HARRY’S BEST FRIEND, NOT HERMIONE, BUT HE WAS MADE USELESS AND UNNEEDED, WHICH IS HIS ACTUAL WORST FEAR, SO WHO THE FUCK DARED. ROSE IS MORE THAN A BITCHY ROMANTIC INTEREST AND A BAD FRIEND. WHERE THE HELL IS HUGO. GINNY’S EVEN COOLER THAN SHE WAS PORTRAYED, I PROMISE. THE SURPRISE SECOND TIME TURNER ERRRR LOUSY PLOT DEVICE I’M SORRY. LACKLUSTER PLOT IN GENERAL, THE ONLY ACTUAL TWIST IS DELPHI’S REVEAL—NOT ENOUGH, JKR KNOWS BETTER THAN THIS, THE BOOKS WERE FULL OF TWISTS AND TURNS (but that’s kinda okay with me because the relationships between characters in CC really made the whole story worth it).

Alright enough :’D I’m not actually upset, just exaggerating haha Because overall, I liked the play. I wanna see it again. And I wanna analyze it more, too. I’m so excited I finally got to watch it. It’s far from flawless, but I’m still happy with it overall and want to approach it positively! Sure, I’ll rant when it’s ranting time, but I do love it (: