Grishaverse characters as disney lyrics
Alina
I know every mile
Will be worth my while
I would go most anywhere
To find where I belong
Mal
Riffraff! Street rat! I don't buy that!
If only they'd look closer
Would they see a poor boy?
Nikolai
And for once it might be grand
To have someone understand
I want so much more than they've got planned
Zoya
Who am I if I don't have what it takes?
No cracks, no breaks
No mistakes
No pressure
Genya
That perfect girl is gone
Here I stand in the light of day
Let the storm rage on
Kaz
People down here think I'm crazy,but I don't care
Trials and tribulations,i've had my share
There ain't nothing gonna stop me now
'Cause I'm almost there
Inej
I will hear their every story
Take hold of my own dream
Be as strong as the seas are stormy
And proud as an eagle's scream
Nina
What can you do when you are deeply, madly, truly in the moment?
What can you do when you know who you wanna be isn't perfect?
But I'll still be okay
Jesper
Now I see
That if I were truly to be myself
I would break my family's heart
Wylan
And how can the world want me to change
They're the ones that stay the same
They can't see me
But I'm still here
Matthias (i think this is from an extended version)
All the things I thought I'd be
All the brave things I'd done
Vanished like a snowflake
With the rising of the sun
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Wesper // Six of Crows // 1117 words // E rated
@kinktober2023 Day 4: Rimming
[all kinktober fills]
Wylan Van Eck always has something good to say about his boyfriend’s mouth.
He has always thought it's particularly well shaped. It curves just right into a smile and looks handsome even when Jesper frowns, and it's soft, too. Wylan likes looking at it, even if sometimes that makes him blush a little more than a respectable mercher ought to. He flushes sometimes just thinking about kissing that mouth, but actually doing it? Ghezen.
Kissing Jesper and his perfect mouth is wonderful. It’s addictive, especially on the nights Jesper hovers above him while he lies back on their bed. It's even better when Wylan can hardly even move for the fact Jesper has him pinned down, and best when Wylan has no choice but to take Jesper's mouth however he sees fit. And take it he does — eagerly, readily — with adoration and eagerness in every kiss.
But this is something else entirely.
He hadn’t been completely inexperienced the first time he kissed Jesper, nor the first time Jesper got his hands on his hips and asked to open his trousers. It's just that Wylan hadn't done a lot. He'd kissed boys before and let one awkwardly play around with a hand in his trousers, but it hadn't been very good. It had been clumsy, a little awkward. Unsatisfactory.
This isn’t anything like that.
This is the utter definition of satisfaction. It is Wylan on his hands and knees on their bed, looking down at his soft pile of pillows and struggling to think about anything but Jesper's mouth on his body. His mind is blissfully blank, thinking only of what Jesper is doing behind him.
Ghezen, he thinks, oh, Ghezen.
Jesper’s mouth on his body — on his — in — back there — might just be the best thing Wylan has ever felt. It's embarrassing how much he likes it, but he really likes it.
Wylan shifts his knees further apart, rocking backwards into the palm Jesper placed on his ass cheek. Those broad hands spread him and give Jesper all the room he needs to toy and tease with glorious obscenity. He whines, wanting more so badly his cock throbs. Jesper doesn't offer more. He doesn't even laugh.
Instead he leaves another wet kiss to the pucker of Wylan's hole, tongue darting out to tease the sensitive nerves.
Wylan hadn’t known what to think the first time Jesper had suggested it. He certainly hadn't ever thought he’d like it so much. But Jesper offered it casually after fucking Wylan hard enough to make catching his breath a struggle, turning onto his side and saying, can I use my mouth on you next time? Not on your cock, on your— and he'd been drawing shapes on Wylan’s stomach all the while. No pressure.
Now there's nothing but pressure, building in the core of Wylan's stomach. He moans, squeezing his eyes shut tight. This time Jesper does laugh, a little bit, sounding breathless, but he doesn't stop his dedicated ministrations. When he readjusts his hands he allows his thumb to dip low, teasing Wylan's hole and pushing the very end of it in. Wylan sobs. He feels dirty and scandalised and embarrassed and so pleased with all of it, knowing that these are all the reasons he loves it so much. He's been turned on since Jesper told him to clean extra well for tonight, because the promise in Jesper's voice gave away what was coming and only meant one thing. Scandal, mortification, satisfaction. Now Wylan is dazed and certain he'll come untouched before Jesper even fingers him properly.
With a gratified hum Jesper pushes closer, burying his face in Wylan's ass like he loves it. Wylan feels stubble and a smile, pressing against his most sensitive nerves. Jesper knows he's sensitive. He's exploiting that.
They both know Wylan won’t come until Jesper reaches around him and touches his cock, because he has never once come untouched and probably never will (even though Jesper leans in with a wicked glint in his eye sometimes while fucking him and offers to try and make him). It never works, though, and Jesper always concedes before tugging an orgasm out from Wylan with a hand on his cock, but maybe— maybe—
Jesper pulls away just long enough to spit, dirty and wretchedly glorious, right on Wylan's hole, and Wylan's arms buckle beneath him. There’s tension in his spine, and very little else keeping him upright, and he chokes on the next noise falling from between his teeth. Jesper laughs, and before he leans in with his lips again he presses the tip of his forefinger against Wylan's pucker. Then he pushes in — slowly — and leans down to add his tongue in alongside it.
Wylan jerks his body against Jesper's face, sobbing out a plea. He feels Jesper's other hand wrapping around his front, pressing flat on his stomach then drifting firmly down. Wylan's hips jerk without him meaning for them to, sending his body back against Jesper's finger and tongue, urging them deeper and wanting to cry when they oblige.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes—"
"Mmhhn—"
"Jesper— please—"
Never in his life has Wylan come untouched but the knowledge of his lover's face buried in his ass because he loves it that much paired with the final pointed insistent press of a finger against his prostate turns out to be the key. So wrapped up in the slick feeling of Jesper's mouth Wylan finds himself closer than he knew, and when Jesper starts rubbing at his prostate Wylan chokes again and feels himself hurtling over the edge of an orgasm.
He cries out — Jesper swears, although it's muffled — and then a warm palm is wrapping around his cock to see him through. Wylan shouts, elbows and knees finally crumpling as s pleasure tears through him, still fixating on the broad sweep of a tongue over such a sensitive place. Then he collapses, ending the night completely ass up and heaving for breath.
Slowly, Jesper pulls away. Wylan twists in time to catch his eye, although half his face is covered by his hand, wiping away spit. When he pulls it away, Wylan sees a bright smile on his lips.
"Didn't know you could come untouched," he teases.
Wylan exhales. "I didn't either."
It makes Jesper chuckle, which makes Wylan pleased. "Wanna find out what else this gorgeous body can do?"
A thrill dances up Wylan's spine, and he smiles. He does — he always does — but right this second, it isn't his priority.
"Right now," he says, "I want to return the favour. You cleaned earlier, right?"With fondness in his eyes, Jesper's smile grows, and Wylan knows to take that as the yes it is.
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