#java glaze

[krrjuus]

Cincinnati Kitchen Enclosed Mid-sized traditional u-shaped light wood floor enclosed kitchen idea with granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, a multicolored backsplash, recessed-panel cabinets, and an island.

[louiseweird]

Kitchen Cincinnati Mid-sized traditional u-shaped light wood floor enclosed kitchen idea with granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, a multicolored backsplash, recessed-panel cabinets, and an island.

[moonfurthetemmie]

other random sunfall shit that's either funny or important

Another cut because it's a little Long with all the stuff I threw into one mf Thing

Funny fun facts from the original dream:

In my dream this actually started out as Kai redoing Dreamswap, and then halfway through my brain was like 'actually this is Silver's AU' and completely forgot kai except for the art style for the mental image of everyone in the frozen living room. I forgot about the first half when I woke up tho 

Cross and Ink were dudes again even though they're girls To Me. Which is so funny 

dude the ice chairs were sick

The ice chairs melted when the new boyes also thawed out. very sad. The two Inks, single Finch, and single Cross were there and the chairs started melting first and they were all like "Cross what did you do" and Cross was so indignant. 

Dream II momentarily turned into Reverie/OG Dream when he was revived and tried to write 'hi Dream!!!' on Dream I's old notes. we had to tell him old Dream was gone. I think he got sad but around there is where I woke up

Dream II had my awful cursive handwriting for some reason FDFDSFSFDS

Finch was like....i don't know really prim and proper?? He was sitting like a princess in front of the fireplace for the crack photograph. I don't know what that was about but that's the main reason I think he was supposed to get a new version 

yeah the one Ink had all the vibes of OG, and the paint thing, just with DS's outfit. I don't know what the fuck that was about. It was so stupid (funny). Cross and the other Ink were much closer to the camera and Ink looked and acted more like DS, and Cross...tbh i don't remember. he seemed pretty normal. Maybe he wasn't though.

I never actually saw any of the castle except for that one room. it was just 'yeah they're in an ice castle. and frozen

Other stuff:

It was going to be cryosleep and not petrification, bc that’s what it was in the dream, but there is literally no reason to do that to them. Freezing Orion and Corvus isn’t going to made them stronger it’s just going to make them sopping wet and really dumb for the first hour after they thaw out

Corvus looks terrified as a statue :))

Glaze doesn’t respond to her name in donut shops because she just automatically assumes it’s someone ordering a glazed donut instead of someone calling her name.

Do you know how long it took me to push Corvus and Glaze together. Anyways Corv’s pet name for Glaze is Donut and Corv is the the reason Glaze is now actually putting effort into deal with The Maelstrom. 

There were actually quite a few survivors from JR. There was even enough to keep it going (even if just to say we survived. There’s not many of us but we’re still here and by god we’re doing our best), but they were scattered and the few others Ink and Finch found had already resigned themselves to trying to make a new life for themselves in this apocalyptic hellscape that the MV has become. 

“Alright you little shits it’s scavenger hunt time. Whoever finds the most stuff on the list gets a candy bar” - exhausted Ink at 11pm having to go on an emergency grocery run because 4-year-old Temp and Glaze eat way more than she thought they would and she is still trying to figure out how much food she needs for the three of them. No, they can’t read yet; their lists are in pictographs. Reason #99 why she should not be responsible for kids. She really needs another adult. 

Ink almost didn’t bother enrolling Temp and Glaze in a school bc it seemed like a lot of headache-inducing paperwork, but the lure of ‘time to herself without two hyperactive children’ was too strong. 

Xena and Java didn’t go to a proper school like the other clones, tho. Cross and Error just weren’t sure they could get Xena and Java to school. They did their best to homeschool them instead. Finch and Hacker gave them some basic shit to teach the kids too, because Finch was pretty sure they’d forget some actually important stuff. He was right btw. Xena and Java are lucky they know as much math as they do. They’re also lucky Cross and Error were willing to ask for help teaching them how to read and stuff because dear god

Cross really can’t blame Xena for not wanting to do this, but Xena hasn’t turned in her resignation form yet, which is the only reason Cross is pushing her to work on her shit. Xena does not realize this yet. Glaze is also seeing this and is very sure the older ones are forcing them to do this, which is why she hasn’t said anything. 

All the older ones kinda decide to start training the kids to fight at different points. Finch and Hacker took the longest to. As much as Finch wants Wren to be able to at least defend themself, he really doesn’t think young kids need to learn to fight. 

Oddly enough Ink took the second longest. She wasn’t too worried about it being appropriate or whatever to teach kids of a certain age to fight, her logic was just “I have very little patience. Kids test my patience more than most things. Kids are also very stupid. I should wait until they’re less likely to get themselves killed trying to learn how to hold a stick with a sharp pointy end.” She did teach them how to use their other magic, though. 

Cross and Error started teaching Xena and Java about their magic pretty early on. Their logic was ‘if they know how to control it young, there won’t be problems with runaway magic. Just problems figuring out where the cookie jar went and catching kids swinging from the ceiling’. They still wait for them to be at least double digits old before starting combat training. And they didn’t use real weapons.

All of the clones have the same birthday. 

Oddly enough, Aster actually wanting to help encouraged the others a lot. ‘You mean you WANT to be involved in this thing we don’t feel we have a choice in??? …maybe it won’t be that bad.’

None of the clones realized Corvus and Orion were going to wake up in their lifetimes. Especially not this soon holy shit. 

Had Corvus and Orion been more prepared, that one fight may not have gone as badly as it did. As it was they were young and inexperienced and had even less idea what they were doing than the others. They’re lucky they didn’t die. Hell they’re lucky it was only about 20 years and not 100. Or 500. 

Corvus and Orion do have a destiny bond. Had being turned to stone killed Orion, Corvus would not have lasted even a second longer in that first big fight with the Maelstrom. 

Also Corvus and Orion are both right about becoming radiants/corrupts. It would make it much easier for them to deal with the Maelstrom, but it would also make them much more vulnerable. 

Worst Ending Corvus & Orion: 

Corvus’ body is now made entirely of corruption and she can turn into a ✨goo puddle✨like OG Nightmare. Her body is very, very endothermic. Worst ice hands ever

Orion on the other hand is very EXOthermic and very very hot so like. Be careful

Orion is an unfortunate combination of Dream’s holier-than-thou-ness and some pretty awful manipulative tendencies. Obviously she is in the right, smh. But if she needs to do a little persuading, she’s not above using tricks and lies. She fights dirty, don’t let her talk of honor and righteousness fool you

Corvus is, surprisingly, rather honest most of the time, which doesn’t help Glaze when Corv offers to let her join her. Still, the corruption in her wants only one thing, and she will stoop as low as she needs to achieve it. 

Poor, poor Glaze. She promised herself she’d protect Corvus, and now she has to help kill her.

The pair of them are mere shadows of their former selves.

ALSO hey here's a bonus Xena that no one asked for (even though i said someone oughta smh)

[discordantpiano]

dark academia recipes ☕️🥐

chocolate-caramel rum coffee

ginger cream bars

chocolate cannoli cake

magical coffee

cinnamon pastry

java muffins

chocolate sweet rolls

espresso con panna

chocolate-filled croissants (vegan)

tiramisu (vegan)

mini espresso bundt cakes with dark chocolate rum glaze (vegan)

cherry coconut scones (vegan)

salted chocolate mousse (vegan)

dalgona coffee (vegan)

[banicraft]

Just making a sorta checklist of things i still need to do for my texture pack

Blocks:

Kelp (animated [scary])

Seagrass and Tall Seagrass (animated [scary])

Fire and Soul Fire (animated [scary])

Water and Lava (animated [very scary])

Crafter

Banners (mostly just like, the stick part, im not messing with the patterns)

i still havent replaced most of the dirt-based textures with the dirt poll results

Lily Pad

a couple of coral redos

Glazed Terracotta redos

Items:

Sugarcane

The New Potions

Light block and Barrier (i mean, i suppose those're blocks, but their textures are more item-ish, alright)

explorer maps

Mobs:

illusioner (for java)

killer rabbit (for java)

textures for vanilla models (y'know, for java)

the cracks on wolf amor

Paintings:

1x1: 7/8

1x2: 2/3

2x1: 2/5

2x2: 2/8

3x3: 0/8

3x4: 0/2

4x2: 0/5

4x3: 2/2

4x4: 1/5

Total: 16/46

Other:

Hotbar

Experience Bar

Map (like, when you hold it in your hands)

the panorama that i don't know how to do :p (help)

potion effect icons

the screen effect when you are freezing to death

General User Interface 😨

Figure out how to reduce procrastination

probably other things i forgot :P

[gentlemanlymermaid]

breakfast:

* strawberry shortcake french toast

* black pepper dulse bacon

lunch:

* langoustine fried rice with ginger & lemongrass

* roasted broccoli in garlic butter

dinner:

* boxelder glazed king salmon steaks.

* grilled sweet corn with white miso butter.

dessert:

* blue java banana fritters with whipped coconut cream.

[wjbminecraft]

I'm gazing upon Stained glass and ceilings of pure white The choir calls From the back, and it's nice... -Nation of Language, September Again (2020)

Fun fact: I'm pretty sure I haven't been in a (still in-use) church since around the time I left Primary School, so I was mostly guessing with the layout of this build.

Resource pack(s): New Wayukian (Java Edition) Shaders: Super Duper Vanilla

More info below.

Blocks used (in alphabetical order):

Acacia Planks

Acacia Slab

Acacia Stairs

Acacia Wood

Black Stained Glass

Block of Quartz

Blue Stained Glass

Chiselled Quartz Block

Dark Oak Stairs

Grey Concrete

Grey Glazed Terracotta

Green Stained Glass

Grey Stained Glass

Lectern

Light

Light Blue Stained Glass

Light Grey Concrete

Lime Stained Glass

Magenta Stained Glass

Orange Stained Glass

Purple Stained Glass

Quartz Pillar

Red Stained Glass

Redstone Torch

Soul Torch

Stripped Dark Oak Wood

Torch

White Concrete

White Stained Glass

Yellow Stained Glass

Album(s) listened to while building:

Introduction, Presence by Nation of Language

Bonus image: large window without shaders.

[tbdofficial]

AGENT DOSSIER (wip)

hey you cant read this yet get outta here ya scamp (/j)

TIMEKEEPER COOKIE ⏳

Any pronouns, but most frequently They/Them and She/Her.

Division: N/A (Director of the TBD)

Ingredients: Cultured creamery butter, sweet yeast brew, yolk-and-cream glaze, a touch of almond paste and caramelized sugar praline.

The deranged, gentlewomanly chronokinetic themself.

—

CROISSANT COOKIE (🥐)

She/Her, trying out They/Them

Division: Technology

Ingredients: Cultured creamery butter, sweet yeast brew, yolk-and-cream glaze, a touch of— hey, wait a minute.

A bubbly engineering prodigy with an infectious passion for her job. Highly intelligent and a stickler for regulations, but kind of a ditz otherwise. There’s always a gnawing sense of boredom at the pit of her stomach, but it’s probably nothing to worry about. Right?

—

STRING GUMMY COOKIE (🔩)

He/Him, Ae/Aer

Division: Investigation

Ingredients: Leaf gelatin, citric acid, glazing wax, natural cola flavouring & cherry juice.

A stoic, sharp-eyed sharpshooter who fell into a Time Pocket — across every timeline, for better or for worse, he’s one of a kind. Fairly terse and serious on the surface, but he’s got a good heart.

—

COFFEE CANDY COOKIE (☕️)

She/He

Division: Records

Ingredients: Kōpiko java beans, coffee extract, tapioca syrup, caramel syrup, a touch of sea salt.

The TBD’s youngest and newest agent, a bright-eyed

—

BAGUETTE COOKIE (🥖)

She/Her

Division: Records

Ingredients: Flour, salt, water, yeast.

—

DARK FONDUE COOKIE 🍓

She/He/They

Division: Cookie Resources

Ingredients: Bittersweet couverture chocolate, heavy cream, vanilla essence, a splash of rum and kirschwasser.

Ever-smiling, a sickly-sweet and gentle exterior that belies a cold and unmerciful agent. Capable of sniffing out vulnerability like a bloodhound and delights in hazing newbies for fun.

—

MAPLE TAFFY COOKIE 🍁

He/It

Division:

Ingredients: Pure sugar maple sap boiled past the syrup stage, freshly fallen snow upon a Witch’s picnic table.

—

MARBLE BREAD COOKIE

They/He

Division:

Ingredients: Sweet yeast brew, pure vanilla essence, ground cinnamon, dutched cacao, molasses.

[returntosaturn271995]

Thursday, January 25th, 2024: Nourishment

"When you like a flower, you pluck it. When you love a flower, you water it."

Today was filled with love. Ordinary beautiful love.

For Lauren: Who turned a very sexy 35 today. I called her and sang "Happy Birthday" and she seemed genuinely happy with where she's at in life. With a husband and toddler who now farts on purpose to make her laugh. Our relationship is nourished by us both generally being on our better behavior around each other as opposed to when we were growing up and actively hated each other. There's real camaraderie now. Not sure when it happened but it's definitely because we both try.

For Sarah and Monika: We grabbed coffees and girl talk at Java Earth today after pilates (lol). Then swapped podcast reccs and I sent a TikTok about Ikigai.

For Makenna: Who clearly is having a shit day but still made me laugh out loud with her stories of Griffen "the weird texter". He's currently in the Giant Squid area of the dating treasure map we made. I tried to cheer her up by letting her borrow my black midi dress (key hole neckline, unfortunate rip up on the side) and a Rose candle from Trader Joe's.

For Cooking: Made Duck and a glaze with shallot and a side of roasted potatoes, Brussels sprouts, peppers, and mint. Literal nourishment.

For my body: This week I hit three goals, my running for the month and then I beat my mile time on Tuesday, and then again today- say hello to 7 minutes! Also completed another 20 minutes of yoga last night, and don't see why I can't do it again tonight.

For Connor: Just general kindness that makes it so fun to do bad things to a good man (winky face and fire emojis redacted).

For my co-workers: Getting a shout-out from Nicolette for the vetting we did yesterday and Torie and Julia being the best teammates a girl could ask for.

For my work: Today I was given the task of researching elderly influencers with 30% 45+ audiences for Special K. I definitely wasn't looking forward to it, but now I'm actually pretty damn inspired by how fit a lot of these Gen Xers and Boomers are keeping it. How staying in mental and physical shape can be lifelong and sustaining.

For actual fucking water: Sobriety and hydration, which positively affect my mood more than I'm willing to admit.

I feel like I have agency, that I'm using it for the best I know how at this point, and that my life is so much better than I ever thought it had the right to be.

That's the thing about nourishment, it's wild what you can do when you feel full.

[cleocatrablossy]

So I was looking for the original Minecraft flowers as you do, and I’ll just say here it’s Dandelions and roses/poppies. They were called roses but were re-textured and renamed to poppies and the current rose was added. But while doing the searching I found that flowers went under a texture-change. I never thought about this, even while playing the game and gathering flowers for building an Omori thing. But I was confused because I remembered the old textures even though I’ve been seeing the new ones this whole time. The textures were changed in 1.14. A while ago. I was surprised that I remembered older textures(I’m not that old after all) and figured it was probably just to do with watching a lot of Minecraft videos that went back to like… 2014 pre-pandemic. But 1.14 was Village and Pillage and just from 2019. I played pocket edition (and for much of the time with a parental controls thing) up until November this year(my way of playing was going to stop getting updates) so I got every update about a month late but I was always on the most recent update. I was there eagerly awaiting the aquatic update which was right before 1.14. But I went on a pause for a few months after playing for like… a month. When I got back glazed terracotta was a thing, but I don’t think it was before. I started playing towards the end of 1.11. Which was from 2016. And a few months after I stopped it was 1.12 which meant I started playing more so around Christmas, my cousins and I all got the tablets and Minecraft for Christmas so it had to be around then. So no wonder I remembered the old textures, or why sometimes I remember other block textures wrong. And no wonder I never raised any eyebrows while playing the game, I saw the textures change in real time so I’m used to them. Plus the way they look in Pocket Edition and Java are just different in general because of rendering. Does make me wonder if my cousins ever have the same thing happen though. Where playing the game everything is normal, but the moment you see the old and new textures together the new ones just feel… wrong.

[woodfinishingwithcrystalac]

Table by @wood_choppin_time and what beautiful work! Legs are stained with Java Gel-Stain/Glaze and it is protected from water-spots, rings and heat with Extreme Protection Polyurethane It is #non-yellowing #non-toxic #selfleveling and has built in #uvprotection #table #woodentable #Java #javastain #javagelstain #Glaze #extremeprotection #ep #crystalac #thecrystalacstore #woodwork #woodfinishingproducts #woodfinish #varnish #seal #exoticwood #wood #woodart #woodworking #woodworkingtipsandtricks #tipsandtricks #ecofriendly #familybusiness #finishedproject #finished #sealer https://www.instagram.com/p/CXtreX-rm1q/?utm_medium=tumblr

[moonfurthetemmie]

Sunfall Master post

There's individual posts but there's also this big doc with everything in it, and that may be easier if you want to read everything at once. but if you want individual bits here's the posts!

Glaze and Tempera (+ Ink)

Wren (+ Finch)

Orion

Corvus

Xena

Java (+ Cross & Error)

Aster (+ Blue)

✨Plot✨

Endings 1-3

The Maelstrom and the beasts

Random other stuff

[prismaticpichu]

I’m so so sorry @altocat but I couldn’t help myself xD xD Please forgive me for the shameless thievery!!! (This girl just has the BEST headcanons I promise they’ll make your day a whole lot better!)

x~x~x~x~x

3am Zoomies

"Angeal, Angeal, Angeal, Angeal, ANGEAL!"

The man rolled over on his side, letting out a groan.

"Zack. It is 3am. Go to slee—"

But amid his groggy delirium, he realized that the voice was way too baritone to be Zack's. It was enough to jolt him awake.

"Sephiroth?"

His younger friend was indeed standing there, looming over his bed, the catlike eyes blown to saucers that practically sponged up the entirety of the Mako-jade puddles. And he was smiling, like really smiling, jittering on the balls of his feet with Masamune kissing the carpet below him.

"Come on, Angeal! Get up! Wake up! WAKE UP!"

"What on Gaia has gotten into you?!”

"I want to spar!"

"What?" Angeal rubbed his eyes, leaning against the headboard.

"Spar!" And then Sephiroth was seizing the blanket, throwing it off the man in one swift and hyper motion. "FIGHT ME!"

Angeal, his expression, leeched of any emotion or comprehension, decided to comply. He slid off the bed, gesturing towards the front door where Sephiroth eagerly jolted out, twirling around and waiting for Angeal to follow.

Which he did not. 

He slammed the door shut as fast as enhanced-humanly possible, catching the sheer betrayal on Sephiroth's countenance as he jangled the lock, then stepping back upon hearing an anxious scratching sound graze against the wood.

Someone was going to get belabored, whether it was a dare ripped from one of Genesis' catalogs or a new type of hormone Hojo was fancying.

"Please come back when you find my friend Sephiroth," Angeal called through his bedroom doorway, scooping up his blanket and groaning at the Herculean effort it took to turn it right-side-up again.

~~~

Angeal brought the steaming cup of java to his lips, glancing upwards when the door to the coffee room opened, and in came Sephiroth, his mercury hair perfectly kempt and the uncanny pupils slitting into the glazed, frosty thorns that they always were.

"Good morning," Sephiroth greeted amiably, reaching for his own cup to fix.

"...Morning, Sephiroth." Angeal's gaze drifted towards the window.

"Lazard wishes to speak to the three of us at noon; he wanted to discuss the possibility of using artificial swords in the training rooms rather than our own."

"Mmm."

Sephiroth took notice of the other's sunken eyes, drops of ink splotching underneath. "Did you sleep well?"

This whipped Angeal's attention back to him. "I don't know, Sephiroth. Would you like to be disturbed past midnight?"

An eyebrow quirk. "I would simply ignore the disturbance."

"Oh. Oh okay." Angeal's broke off into a chuckle, not that it was very humorous or friendly. Sephiroth eyed him weirdly.

"Do you not recall waking me up at 3am like an animal requesting to spar?"

The strange look lingered, now with the inclusion of narrowing eyes. "Do you recall that the training grounds are automatically locked at 10pm?"

Angeal snorted—a gesture that was normally Genesis's territory, which again Sephiroth found unnerving.

Unbeknownst to either of then, Zack had creaked the door of ShinRa's Super Exclusive and Totally First Class-irific Coffee Room ajar in order to grab a corn muffin.

~~~

"Angeal, Angeal, Angeal, Angeal, ANGEAL!"

The man rolled over on his side, letting out a groan.

Ifrit darn it.

But amid his groggy delirium, he realized that there were two voices now cawing his name, a vivacious chirp and a caffeinated squawk harmonizing into one loud, annoying song.

Angeal's eyes snapped open, finding himself drenched in the cyan flashlight of Zack and Sephiroth both—and oh, oh joy, there were those saucers again.

"Angeaalllll let's playyyyyyyyy!" Zack seized the man's pillow, sliding it right from under his head so that it would cannonball into the mattress.

"Yes! YES!" Sephiroth snatched his blanket, again, this time thrusting it so hard that it slammed into a lamp, consequently causing the bulb to keel over and shatter into a million glassy fragments on the carpet.

"Oooooh, Seph! Look what Angeal's got!" Zack was suddenly bouncing out of the kitchen with a bag of popcorn in hand. "You know how to work a microwave?!"

"No! Too SLOW!" And then a fire Materia was produced from Sephiroth's pocket, aiming it with an arm too electrified to even remotely hit its target.

"ZACK! What is the meaning of THIS?!" Angeal bellowed, throwing his body over Sephiroth's before a stream of fire could erupt. "Have you—No, Sephiroth, cut it OUT." Sephiroth grappled with his arms, scratching and writhing against the brawny clasps.

"Wellllllll, I found Seph raiding the coffee room refrigerator." Zack actually made an attempt to sweep the glass shards aside—by sweeping them under the bed. "And he said he wanted to visit your place and said I should come and he's like the boss of me so I said yes and now we're playing!"

"Well can you play somewhere else?!"

Zack threw the popcorn aside. "Sephhhh, let's go! We got lots to explore!"

"YES!" Sephiroth tore away from Angeal's arms and sped into the corridor, sending his supposed best friend tumbling back into the quiltless bed. "I know somewhere else we can go!"

"Best commander EVERRRRRrrrrrrr!" Zack darted after the General, and then, their footsteps roaring out of hearing, Angeal's apartment was left in a condition akin to a town in the wake of a twister.

Finally. Silence.

It was enough for Angeal to collapse in peace.

~~~

You have one new voicemail:

"ANGEEEALLLLL!" A lamp shattering, bowls avalanching, an auburn being tackled to the ground. "GET OVER HERE!"

[mrssnivellussnape]

Ur fics are amazing! I see you haven’t done smut and wanted to ask if you could write a Severus x Reader x Lucius story? It can be anything you decide! I’ll love it either way <3 <3 <3 (very detailed too)

Not my GIF, Creds to original owner

Three’s A Crowd

Summary: After repeatedly begging Severus to invite Lucius to your bedroom, he finally allows it. Being the man he is, he can’t help but make it about him and just how well he knows your body.

AN: This took far too long to write, more than I’d like to admit, but it was fun! I hope this is close to what you had in mind, Anon! Also this is very detailed (hence why it’s a little on the long side) as you can see in the request.

Pairings: Severus Snape x Reader, Lucius Malfoy x Reader, Severus x Reader x Lucius, Dominant! Severus Snape x Reader, it’s literally porn with barely any plot

Words: Nearly 10k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, oral sex, penetration, breath play, brief spankings, bondage, slapping of the face, threesome, explicit language, degradation

Your eyes scanned the room, seeing the target of your thoughts. Lucius Malfoy, one of the most loathsome men you’d ever met, was standing off to the side, glass in hand as he caught your gaze. You smirked and looked down, acting as if you were busy pouring yourself a drink. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him journey his way over to you.

You didn’t know how he had gotten here, it was a staff party, and he wasn’t a part of the staff in anyway possible. You doubted it took much for him to force himself into the room, Dumbledore most likely hadn’t cared after all and the man wasn’t disturbing anything for once.

“Y/N, how nice to see you.” His voice lowly spoke in your ear, causing a sense of warmth to come over you.

You looked up at him uninterested and raised an eyebrow, “I do work here, Lucius, don’t act so surprised.” You turned your body to him, quickly eyeing the taller man. “And just what are you doing here? How exactly did you get invited?”

His smooth laugh made your knees weak and you leaned against the table, “It doesn’t take much to get in here. Albus is a simple man and Severus subtly invited me, though I feel he’s up to something.”

You glanced over at the man, seeing him talk with Aurora Sinistra, and felt a sense of jealousy wash over you. They were standing too close and she’d told him a joke in his ear, making him laugh and gently grab her arm. It wasn’t like Severus, even at the usual party, and it made you frown.

“Severus, ever the charmer isn’t he?” Lucius interrupted your thoughts, regaining your attention.

You nodded, “Yes, he is.” You bit out, still seeing him talk with the java skinned woman. You studied the blonde haired, blue eyed man’s face, something about him looked different. “Shaved recently, have you?”

He saw you tilt your head and rake your eyes over his face, he felt a surge of uneeded confidence wash over him. “Surprised you noticed, Narcissa hadn’t even said anything and Merlin knows she hates the scratchy feeling.”

“That’s where she and I differ; I don’t mind the rough feeling of stubble against my skin.” You shrugged and swirled your drink around before looking him in his eyes, taking a sip and watching him intently.

His eyes glazed over with lust and you saw him briefly look down to your lips, the man almost leaning into you. “Such a shame she doesn’t like it really, I always thought it framed your face well and made you look more... domineering.” He heard the salacious tone you held and couldn’t help but lick his lips, making you reach up to fix the collar of his long, black coat.

He grabbed your hand, holding it in his grasp, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me, Y/N.”

You looked down to your joined hands, enjoying the feel of his hold on you, “It’s good you do. Know better that is.” You slowly looked up at him and rubbed your thumb over his skin.

“Oh?” He didn’t know how to respond, he was shocked you actually reciprocated his attraction. “What exactly do you want to do about it?” He stepped closer to you now, moving his hand to try and hold your waist.

Before he could, and before you even had the chance to respond, you felt a chill wash over you, making you shiver at the intimidating aura you felt. It was dark and cold, it both scared and excited you, making you want to do anything at their command. “Why... are... you holding... my... girlfriend?” Severus pulled you to him, glaring at the man in front of you.

“Thanks to you, I wasn’t able to hold her.” Lucius scowled, retracting his grip on your hand, making you frown.

You decided to speak up, “He was just keeping me company, Severus, since you were so busy with Aurora.” You hissed at him, stepping closer to the other man, getting out of his clutch.

His eyes looked down at you, holding contempt at your decision to voice the opinion he hadn’t cared to hear. His strong hands pulled the back of your robes, yanking you to him and making you stay there. “We were merely talking, unlike you two here. Now, unless my eyes are deceiving me, and I don’t think they are, I saw you not only touch her but move in to try and kiss her.”

You rolled your eyes, irritated on the outside, but grinning like the Cheshire Cat on the inside. This was what you had wanted, see them argue over you, fight for your attention. Seeing Severus jealous was one of the most arousing sights and the sex you two would have after would be nothing less than satisfactory. It brought you back to your conversation from earlier today

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Severus stormed into his room, you following right behind him, “I don’t see why we can’t at least try it!”

He stopped an sharply turned to you, “I will not have Lucius Malfoy,” he spit out his name. “Touch what’s mine.”

“But you can have restrictions, he doesn’t have to do all of what you do to me.” You begged, you’d wanted this for quite some time now. He’d looked good since you all were students and time had only aided his appeal.

Your boyfriend strided over to you, “We’re done with this conversation, Y/N, stop talking about it. It’s not going to happen. Get over your whorish thoughts and shut up.” He grabbed your face, making sure you saw how serious he was. You huffed and shoved him off, angrily leaving the room.

You’d ignored him the entire day, you were going to get your way regardless, might as well make a show about it. You acted sweetly to everyone except him, making a scowl set upon his face for the day. He was ruder to the students today more than ever before and you had to work twice as hard to cheer the children up, he could get ridiculous sometimes and you didn’t like it. He tried coming to speak with you before the party and you wouldn’t listen, his anger had been sitting all day. He was waiting to boil over.

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Lucius pursed his lips, “I didn’t see our interaction as anything besides talking.” He looked at you and you nodded, making Severus’ grip tighten.

“Go talk to someone else and get away from me,” he hissed into your ear. “I’ll get you when I’m ready for you.” He saw your look of protest, you were so close to Lucius you could taste him, there was no way he was going to ruin this. Seeing you still standing there, “Now.” He shoved you away from him.

Walking off, you turned over your shoulder to see the two men speaking aggressively to each other, getting in one another’s face. You smirked at them, this was going to be amazing if you were able to pull it all off, nothing was going to stop you. Sensing your gaze on him, Malfoy looked at you, sharing the same expression as you which in turn made Snape look at you evilly. You moved your eyes to his face and instantly turned back around, hurrying to go speak with Minerva and Albus.

Some time had passed since you came over here. You had been speaking with your two favorite people for a while now, and as much as you loved their company, you couldn’t help but look over to where Severus was arguing with Lucius still. Not being able to know what they were speaking about, but having an idea, was driving you mad. As Lucius walked off, you noticed the obsidian eyed man now staring directly at you, penetrating your soul, as he came over to you.

“Albus, Minerva, may I whisk Y/N away from you?” He never took his eyes off of you as he spoke, making you squirm under his gaze. They nodded, seeing the instense face off you two were in, and let him grab you and leave.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he dragged you out of the room, he was so alluring. The way his face set into a heavier scowl whenever you’d make him upset, how his eyes would darken, mind swirling with the most tortuous ways to punish you. He was so beautiful to look at, you wanted to drop to your knees in front of him, let everyone watch you pleasure him. By the time you two exited and reached the hallway, he was still seething. He moved his eyes to stare at you and you smiled but soon frowned when the sentiment wasn’t returned.

You tried to speak but he cut you off, “Strip.”

You looked at him as if he was mad. You were right outside of the busy room, anyone could come out and see you naked. See you bared for him, ready and bouncing at the idea of doing whatever he’d allow you too. “I will not!”

He rolled his eyes seeing that you were going to be even more difficult for him. He grabbed your cape and ripped it off of your body, making you stumble back and look at him, and he didn’t give you a chance to regain your balance before he pushed your chest. You took it as a sign to strip as he had asked. You pulled your top over your head, and then your skirt down your legs, you shivered at the cold hallways, instantly wrapping your arms around your chest. He slapped your arms away. Next, you took off your shoes, then reluctantly, your socks. The stone floors felt like needles against your polished feet. You stared at him expectantly.

“Finish.”

You shook your head, “Severus, I can’t get fully naked out here. Someone could see me.” You giggled at his seriousness.

He raised an unamused brow, not able to find what was so funny. “Get... naked... now.”

You sighed and looked around. Maybe you wouldn’t get caught, everyone was wrapped up with each other and drinking that they hadn’t even paid attention to you leaving. Plus you knew that those parties could last a long time. Taking off your lacey, pink lingerie set, you maintained eye contact with him the entire time, knowing he loved that. You unhooked your bra and slid the straps off your shoulders, letting the material slide off and hit the floor. Next were your panties. You hooked your fingers in the side and slowly pulled them down, seeing him enjoy the show you were putting on for him. Usually he’d be the one to do this but he clearly wasn’t in the mood for gentle affection tonight.

“Wait here.” He didn’t give you time to argue, instead walking back into the room.

You looked around the halls, you wanted to hide, afraid of getting caught, but you knew better than to go against Severus’ command. There was a draft in the area and you shivered again, your nipples were pert and screaming for attention, you groaned at the feeling of the friction against them.

The door opened and you coyly smiled, running your tongue along your teeth. There he was, coming closer to you, Lucius himself. He tried to look you in the eyes the entire time but the closer he got, the more he saw your naked form in the moonlight that was casting in through the windows, he couldn’t help but look down. His eyes clouded over in pure need as he saw how your perky breasts sat up. Your waist was so slim it made him groan and when he saw your bare mound he walked quicker. Severus placed a hand to his chest as the man tried brushing past him to get to you first. You giggled quietly.

Finally deciding to ignore the orders you were given, you moved closer to the pretty eyed man. “Lucius, so glad you could join us.” Standing on your tip toes, you ran your hand over the highest button on his coat, playing with it.

Not paying attention to anyone else, you didn’t notice your man going over to your discarded panties and picking them up. You were snapped out of your trance when he moved into your line of vision. “Open.” At his behest, you did as he said, widening your mouth and watching him. He forced your panties into your mouth, making you almost gag, and grabbed your arms.

“I thought I told you to stand still. Clearly you can’t listen as well as I thought.” He turned you around and moved your head forward. He placed your hands behind your back and hooked his arm through the crook of them, locking you in front of him. “Now walk.”

You obeyed. Your body was so hot now, from the glances Lucius kept sending you to the hold Severus had on you. Your legs wobbled as you thought about what would transpire when you got to the room, how you would be treated as nothing more than a toy for their enjoyment. You couldn’t wait!

Severus had decided that everything would happen in your quarters, the thought of Lucius fucking you in his room made his skin itch and he didn’t want to have to clean his mess when everything was finished. Your room was prim and proper, nothing out of order, though you did have a plethora of decorations. Nothing obtuse, they were appropriate and made the room feel warm. Your bed was huge, and it appeared bigger than Severus’ was, with four posts and a canopy adorning it.

Letting go and pushing you to the floor, Severus made your knees hit the ground causing you to moan behind your knickers. You shifted, sitting on your heels and spreading your knees, you knew the drill by now. You watched as Severus walked into your closet, hearing him rustle about through your drawer, and he came back out with restraints. Placing a pair on the chest at the end of your bed, he walked over and tied your hands firmly behind your back. You tried wiggling your wrists from the uncomfortable position to no avail, making him look smugly at you. You stayed quiet as he walked around your room.

“You know why you’re here, you remember the conversation we had.” Severus finally spoke.

Lucius nodded, “It was just a moment ago, hard to forget it.” He snarked, making you giggle. You straightened up when your boyfriend cut his eyes at you.

He’d pulled a chair up and sat down in it, crossing his legs and speaking, “The rules are as follows: No kissing her, no penetrating her, and no cumming in her.”

You hurriedly moved to spit your undergarments out. Those rules were proposterous, that wasn’t what you told him you wanted. “No...” you whined. “I want to feel him in me, spilling into me!”

When Severus’ face hardened, you cowered and looked down, you spoke out of turn again. “Get... over... here.” You crawled to him as best as you could on your knees and waited for him to uncross his legs. When he had done that, you saw him raise his hand, feeling the sharp sting from the slap he had given you and it made you moan. “I’ve told you one too many times tonight on your mouth, one more word and this, little thing, will end where it is at. Get to work.”

You pouted, it wouldn’t hurt him to ask nicely sometimes. Standing up on your knees you wrapped your mouth around the button of his trousers, unhooking it from the slit. You grabbed the zipper with your teeth and dragged it down his crotch, getting a grunt from him in return. You looked up at him and silently asked him to help you out, getting exactly what you wanted when he pulled his pants further down, moved his silky, black boxers out of the way, and pulled his member out, letting it slap you in the face. You strained to reach the top of his long, thick cock and he rolled his eyes, lowering it to your mouth. He was starting to get tired of helping you.

He could feel your hot breath on him as your tongue came out to slide up and down his shaft, looking him in the eyes the entire time. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, touching nothing else, and letting your tongue swirl around slowly. Your mouth glided all the way down to the base, making you gag slightly. No matter how many times you had done this, you could never get used to his size. He was huge and his thickness didn’t help either. Severus closed his eyes temporarily and let his head fall back, you were too good to him. Sucking hard, he could feel his semen starting to come to the forefront, as if you had made a personal call to pull it out of him. You started working your lips, pressing tight against his hard cock up and down, back and forth.

Lucius watched as you pleased Severus. He was enthralled, how your mouth effortlessly wrapped around the man, invited him in and swallowed him up with ease. His own dick was uncomfortably hard, had been since he’d seen you earlier, and he wanted so badly to let you do the same thing to him. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to be rough or gentle with you but seeing as how Severus was doing both, he decided you could take it either way. He watched as the dark haired man put his fingers in your hair and gripped it tightly, guiding you how he wanted and setting the pace. It started off slow but it was quickly picking up speed.

You felt him force you all the way down, hard; feeling you gag but continuing to force you. Your long tongue slipped out of your mouth and licked his balls, coating them with your saliva as it dripped down and out. You slid off his dick and spent some time licking and sucking his balls further, not just the skin around. You took both into your mouth, making him feel like he was in the Heavens. When you let them fall out of your mouth, he whimpered but it quickly turned into a moan when you took his whole dick in your warm mouth again. You wasted no time now, sucking hard and fast, filling the room with your lewd sounds. He twisted his fingers in your hair, leaning forward and slapping your ass in encouragement, enjoying the jiggle it produced. You moaned out at that, making his dick tickle.

“Hurry, love, we haven’t got all day.” He grunted out, pulling at your scalp.

You hummed below him, pulling back to talk, “Yes we do, don’t rush me.”

You must’ve forgotten who was still in charge, because you weren’t supposed to talk and that was made clear. Severus opened his eyes and slapped the side of your face, harder than he had earlier, making your face tint harshly red, and pulled your hair so ruthlessly that you screamed. You bit down on him, regardless if he was trying to take control again you wouldn’t let him, he would know who was running things right now. He moaned “Y/N...” he whined pitifully, making you wiggle.

“Say it again.” You growled, he was getting closer, you could feel it.

He shook his head, his mouth and body betraying him, “Y/N!” With three hard thrusts and his hand on your head, he came deeply in your mouth, emptying fully into you. You brought your head all the way up, leaving your mouth on just the head, and you suckled, pulling out more cum than he thought you could. Squeezing your lips around him, he came a smaller amount and let his body fall back.

You were showing off, you had to admit. You had to when he was watching you. His eyes followed your every movement and he couldn’t get enough of it, he had been jealous watching you cater to Severus like that; your love for him showing as your eyes watched every one of his expressions above you. He wanted to yank you off of him and force himself down your throat, make you beg behind him to take it easy. That’s when his decision was made up, he intended on taking you roughly and regardless of Severus’ rules, he was going to release a load down your throat.

The room fell quiet, apart from Severus’ quiet pants. He’d regained himself and rubbed the side of your cheek, soothing the pain that was now there. “You did so good, love. Get up here.” He helped guide you to his lap as you sat on his naked thighs, feeling him poke against you. His once flaccid cock was starting to grow hard again from the radiating heat you were producing. You looked at Lucius and had a smirk on your face, he’d enjoyed it more than you thought.

“She’s good when she behaves and does what she’s suppose to.” You heard behind you, quivering with his hot breath.

“I see.” Lucius agreed. His voice was huskier now and his pupils were completely blown.

Severus looked down to you, “Are you ready?” He wanted to make sure you were more than comfortable and alert when you began.

You eagerly nodded, “Yes, sir.” You were about to hop off his lap but he stopped you. You frowned and turned around seeing him look down, you strained your neck to see what he meant. Oh. Of course. He was untying the bindings for you. When the restraints were off, you twisted your wrists and rubbed the raw skin, exhaling at the feeling.

Not wanting to take any longer you walked over to Lucius, grabbed his hand, and walked him over to your bed. He watched as you climbed slowly onto the bed, teasing him, giving him a clear view of your wet cunt. He groaned and prepared himself for what was about to happen.

You sat down on your calves and looked up at him, “Excited, are we?” You teased him, seeing the strain in his pants too. He chuckled and you continued on. Standing on your knees now, you reached his trousers and undid them with your long, slender fingers, making him sigh out as you brushed against him. Finally undoing his pants, you reached up to take his coat off as well.

You were interrupted, “Not necessary, get on with it.” Severus called out, admittedly he didn’t need you touching over the other man so much, he’d be fine with his long coat on still. After all, he’d still had his on when you got him off. His jealousy was starting to show and he wanted more attention to him than you were giving the man in front of you. Dropping your hands, you sank to your stomach, arching your back in the air as you pulled his undergarments down now too. You backed up in time to avoid being hit in the face by his swollen, pink dick.

He was a lot different than Severus was. He was thinner and smaller, not drastically to the point you’d laugh, but he just wasn’t your man. You could see the tense veins all over him and traced you hand over them, giving him chills. He was also bent towards the end and heavier right there whereas Severus had equal weight all the way through, too damned heavy all together.

You looked up at him through your long lashes, staring right into his eyes, “Are you ready, Lucius?” He nodded, unable to speak at your sultry voice and you took that as your cue to begin.

Spitting on him and letting it hang off your tongue, you took a different approach. Opening your mouth and inviting him into the heat you moaned approvingly at the taste of him and moved quicker. You took him deep, humming against him and creating a vibrating feeling as he started to shallowly thrust into your mouth.

You too looked him in the eyes and when he felt your gaze he looked down at you, rubbing your face, “You’re doing so good.” He praised you and made you smile. You heard Severus growl at the compliment and you looked over at him. You looked him in the eyes as you stroked Lucius while you sucked him off, twisting him in your hand and mocking Severus.

Lucius reached out to rub your back and it felt all too good. His earlier decision had been completely abandoned, there was no way he would be able to be rough with you, especially not with your doe eyes looking up at him so innocently as you moved so dirty on him. He brushed the hair out of your face and looked at you so adoringly that it had the person in the chair rise out of his seat.

Watching the interaction between you two had angered him, this wasn’t how Lucius was supposed to treat you, that was his job. Touching you so affectionately, having nothing but a look of awe and admiration as you sucked an slurped him, it was becoming too much for him to sit back and just watch. Deciding to take over again, Severus removed the rest of his clothes and walked over to stand behind you on the other side of the bed. You stopped briefly and turned around to see what he was doing. He slapped your ass and made you get back to the cock in front of you.

Lucius tilted his head back, running his hand through your long, H/C tresses, “Feeling inferior, Snape?” His steel blue eyes looked at the obsidian eyes across from him, holding the most satisfied look.

Severus scoffed, “To you? Don’t amuse me, Malfoy.” You could laugh at the battle these two were having right now. You chose not to. “We both know who Y/N belongs to.”

He leaned onto your back, caressing the sides and leaving a trail of kisses down your spine. Regardless of you sucking off another man at the same time, he was going to have you saying his name. He traveled lower, licking a path the whole way, and stopped at your bottom. He swirled his tongue on the fleshy meat and harshly bit down on it, eliciting a scream from you which made Lucius’ hips falter and you gag.

He raked his teeth down and spread your cheeks, opening you up to him. He closed his eyes and groaned at your silky entrance, you were glistening and leaking onto your thighs. He didn’t dive right in yet, kissing the skin of your thighs and murmuring on it, making you quiver at the feeling of his rough lips against your skin. He ran his hands over the expanse, kneading and pinching you along the way.

Moaning the deeper Lucius went, you felt him in the back of your throat and tightened it. You moved his hand to your head so you could let him know you were ready to be rougher. Getting the memo, he pushed your head deeper, sniggering at the gag and watery eyes. You strengthened your hold on his cock and squeezed to the point of pain, he pulled your head back by your hair and his hand got slapped by Severus. That was his head of hair to deal with.

“I must say,” Severus spoke up. “I almost admire your bravery to accept this invitation. Not many can handle it.”

Lucius looked up at him, “Can’t be all that hard when the wench is almost begging to have your cock down her throat.” He looked down at you and thrusted harder the more he spoke. “I’d be a fool to decline.”

Nodding his head in agreement, “Her whorish ways are greatly appreciated, and she’s always awarded afterwards, isn’t that right, love?” He grabbed your hips and lined himself up with your entrance. You nodded as he sank into you, shaking as he penetrated you deeply.

Lucius had to turn the tables, your ministrations were faltering at the hands of Severus and he wouldn’t have that. Grabbing both of your cheeks, he fucked your face ruthlessly and didn’t allow you to breathe. He watched as Severus’ eyes darkened in anger and he quickened his thrust into your tight channel.

It was a battle of dominance. Both men needed you to understand that you were nothing more than their fuck toy, a pet to them. Though you knew with Severus it was far more than that, you two went beyond just fucking. He was your soulmate and you knew that, as did he. He looked down at where you two were connected and moved quicker, making you crash into Lucius.

Pulling his dick out of your mouth, you slapped it on your face, hitting both side of your cheeks. “You’re close, Lucius, I can feel it.” He nodded, succumbing to your magic mouth. You grabbed the head of him and blew on it, smirking at his gasp, and ran your tongue along the underside of him. Getting to the frenulum, you nibbled on it, biting down hard enough to make him his hiss at you. You grabbed his balls now, taking them to your hand and rolling them, encircling your hand at the top of the scrotum and lightly tugging down; tickling them as you continued to suckle on his tip. You felt him stiffen up and and you hurried to look behind you, begging Severus with your eyes to swallow the man’s cum. He rolled his eyes and nodded, giving into your wishes and you smiled, slamming back onto him.

Turning back to Lucius, you looked up and winked at him, that was the final straw. He held your face as he stilled and shot his load into your mouth, flowing down your throat, and filling you up. There was so much going down that you had started to choke, but he didn’t care, he had stayed right there and watched as your face tinted and your eyes watered, struggling to breathe. He stood back when he was finished, going to sit down because he hadn’t trusted his legs. He watched as your head fell onto the bed and your boyfriend fucked you.

Whimpering at the feeling he was giving you, you reached back to push his chest, he had to slow up, it felt too good. He grabbed your hand and then the other, and held them behind you. Your ass was high in the air, you were completely exposed; your little pussy was on full display for your lover, leaving nothing for his imagination. The angle that he penetrated you was perfect. The head of his cock was ideally and deliciously positioned to stimulate all those places deep inside you that you most wanted stimulated. Both short and long thrusts of his cock were equally enjoyable. Having to balance on your knees, your arms restricted and making you feel like you could fall forward at any moment accommodated a wide range of different depths, angles of penetration, and speeds.

Using one of his big, strong hands he held your hips firmly in place as he drove his magnificent cock home again and again, destroying your helpless cunt. On the receiving end, you had a variety of options available to you as well. You could remain perfectly still, allowing him to fuck you however he pleased or you could do the work, rock your pelvis back and forth and mercilessly milk his cock with your snug, silky, wet softness. It permitted easy access to your girly bits for added stimulation. It was nothing for him to slip a hand between your thighs and finger your clit, having you begging and moaning. It allowed the same easy access to your breasts and nipples. That wasn’t his goal just yet, he planned on fucking you, not focusing too much on it.

Your neck felt so cold, you couldn’t understand why he hadn’t grabbed it yet. “Please.” You whined.

He stopped completely, leaning down to your ear, “Please what?” He whispered and kissed behind it, licking at where it met your neck.

You wiggled your arm free and brought your hand to his, grabbing and yanking it towards you. You wrapped it around your throat and squeezed, encouraging him to take the hint. Letting go of the loose grip that remained on your arm, he tangled a hand in your hair and yanked your head back immediately, having a death grip on the long locks. He snaked a hand around your neck and gripped it as tightly as possible, not going easy. You raised a hand to rest on top of his.

He sped his strokes up and thrusted into you even harder, hitting deep within you. You were a moaning mess, tears pooling in your eyes as he continued his relentless movements, balls slapping against your clit with such vigor. Removing one hand from from your hair and pulling you back by your throat, he brought it down to your bottom. “Count.”

He delivered a rough slap down onto you. “One.” You cried out. Another, this time harder. “Two.” An even harder one that made your legs shake came down on you. “Three!” You screamed, he continued until you reached 15. Your ass was painfully red and felt raw but the hand he was soothing you with felt too good afterwards.

Your airway was so restricted that you’d started to cross your eyes and the rapture you were being given was making them roll back. You bit your lip as your breasts and rear shook with the force he was pounding you at and whimpered the closer he got to your cervix. Rocking back onto him, your bed was shaking, scooting across the floor and moving, you both smirked when it loudly squeaked. You looked over your shoulder to see his face and he winked at you, thumbing your clit with a gentleness that wasn’t expected. When he’d finally hit as far as he good go, you fell forward onto your face, letting him fuck you into the mattress. You could already barely breathe as it was, his grip was getting even tighter, and now your face was muffled, hindering you from breathing in and out comfortably.

You started visibly quaking and it cause a concerned frown to appear on Lucius’ face. Your face was so deep in the sheets that he couldn’t tell if you were trying to get back up and breathe or not. “She’s suffocating, Severus!”

Having forgotten that he was in the room, the two of you looked at him. You didn’t even bother to lift your head up and just turned it. He watched as you panted and whined like a bitch in heat, watched as you gripped the sheets with your approaching climax. With one last slap on your ass, a pinch to your clit, he lifted you up by your neck and made your body bend impossibly hard, thighs drastically shaking, and you came as you looked Lucius directly in his eyes.

It was blinding. You felt like you were swimming then suddenly dragged under the water, struggling to gain your breath. The tingling feeling all over your body, followed by the pleasure and the the wave of relaxation made you sleepy. You were lightheaded and your entire body felt fuzzy, feeling like a static television as you fell down, spent and tired. Your face was flush, skin sweaty, as you dropped, moaning as your pelvis hit the hot, wet sheets underneath you. You felt Severus spill into you, some of his semen leaking out and onto your bed.

Having watched it all, Lucius glared at the man still inside of you. It wasn’t fair that he was able to have you like this everyday and night, he deserved you not Severus. His face turned red at the wave of jealousy that had washed over him, watching as the man slipped out of you and moved you to lie on your back. He watched as your boyfriend kissed your face, starting at your forehead, and ending at your chin. His lips curled into a snarl seeing you smile at him, satisfied and sedated.

Severus looked over at him and smirked, this was going better than planned. You were too much for him and he knew that, Lucius would never be able to handle you; he was too used to dealing with boring Narcissa, accustomed to their dreadful scheduled love making. If you could even call it that. He had to laugh at the thought.

Stepping off the bed and looking back at you adoringly, Severus walked over to get more things out of your closet. As hard as Lucius had tried he couldn’t ignore how much bigger Severus was compared to him, he seemed more experienced too which was odd. Lucius had been with many women before, unbeknownst to his wife, and even he hadn’t appeared that skilled when compared to the paler man. The way he paid attention to your body, adorned it, let him know that he’d have to try harder than he really wanted to. But for some reason he hadn’t minded. Not when it came to you. He wanted you in every way possible and maybe, just maybe, he’d get another chance after all of this to have you to himself.

You watched as the man who had tired you out walked back into the room, confidence oozing out of him followed by a layer of cockiness, and held a blindfold along with handcuffs. You felt a rush of arousal go straight to your core as he got closer to you. When he noticed your eyes curiously staring at him he turned away from you.

“Starting to realize you can’t attend to Y/N better than I can?” Severus jested, enjoying this all too much.

Lucius scoffed, what a fool, “Given more time than what I had, I’d have her forgetting that you even existed.” He stood up, chest puffed out.

Severus laughed at that, “You’re a bigger fool than I could’ve imagined. Standing here looking utterly stupid as you try to outdo me.” He shook his head and walked over to you. You sat up and gave him your wrist as he cuffed you to the bed, leaving your ankles untouched and free. He placed the blindfold over your eyes and gently tied it around you, not wanting to irritate your eyes. He pushed the hair out of your face and smoothed it back so it didn’t tickle you. “Care to prove me wrong?” He challenged.

Lucius stripped himself of his draping coat and warm clothes, now naked as well. He raised his eyebrow and encouraged the man to speak. He was tired of the dramatics, the longer they waited, the less time he had with you and he was far too eager to get back to you.

Severus walked over to the side of the bed, slowly running a finger up your thigh, stopping when he got to your needy cunt. “Since you horribly think you’re better with her than I am, why don’t we see who can make her... cum quicker?” He shrugged.

“That won’t be hard seeing as she clearly was more attentive with me.” Lucius boasted.

It was amusing, really. Seeing the two of them brag about their skills, argue about who was better with you. Obviously, it was Severus, but Lucius wanting to prove himself was the whole point of you inviting him here really. You knew he’d never amount up to your boyfriend, but the harder he tried, the more pleasure you received. And who was going to turn that down.

Nodding, Severus moved away from you. Lucius walked up on the now empty side and ran a smooth hand up your leg, moving your thigh so he could get on the bed. Sliding closer to you, you bent your knees to allow him more space. One of his fingers danced over your entrance, making you release a breath, and he ran it over your slickness, lubricating his finger. Moving his hand back up, his forefinger slowly circled and traced the shape of your vulva making your clitoris harden. He knew what he was doing and you found yourself pressing your vulva into his palm because it felt so good. You were moaning now, pussy feeling exceptionally hot and wet, it felt as though it was opening up and craving his touch. You suddenly felt like you wanted, no needed, him inside you. But he, not rushing anything slowly let a finger slide under the hood, brushing your clit, then retreated.

Your whimpered out, “Stop... teasing...” you panted as his hands continued to slowly rub you, making you wetter as he went on. He finally slipped a finger in and you loudly moaned, becoming greedy and needing more right away.

Ignoring you, he carried on teasing and withdrawing not going deep just circling and dipping. Soon, as your breathing quickened, and you began to moan, he added a second finger and dipped a little deeper. You pushed against his hand, him thrusting even deeper. You wanted his fingers deep inside your pussy so when finally he slid them all the way in, you were pressing yourself on his fingers as hard as you could. He sat up higher and added another finger in, pumping away while he used his thumb to rub your clit up and down. You spread your legs wider and pushed yourself onto him harder. He got the hint and pumped faster and rougher into you, and thankfully he didn’t stop. You rode his hand all the way to your second orgasm that night and damn if you didn’t enjoy the ride.

Seeing your body weakly lying on the bed and your chest heaving up and down, Lucius satisfied smirked was now stuck on his face. He turned to look at Severus, “Seemed quite quick, no?” He stood up and went to see how his now opponent was going to top that.

Severus rolled his eyes and took your blindfold off. Your eyes adjusted to the dim light and you saw both men standing by you, both looking all too smug for your liking. Knowing that Severus was next, you shook in anticipation at how he was about to treat your body. Lucius was amazing, you had to admit, but it would compare nowhere near to how Severus was about to have you a moaning, cumming mess on the bed beneath you. He noticed the glint in your eyes and internally chuckled at your excitement, now it was his turn to show out and he intended on doing just that. He tied the blindfold around your mouth, gagging you and making you frown. He loved hearing your lewd moans and whines so it confused you.

Crawling towards you on the bed, he hovered his body right above you, connecting his eyes with yours. He moved the gag and leaned down to kiss you, your lips brushed his, softly, just long enough that he could feel your breath, feel the warmth of your skin, “Are you ready for me, love?” He murmured on your lips.

You let out a breathy moan, “Yes, Severus.” You tried to reach up to kiss him, but he’d retreated before you were able to. He smiled at your frustrated groan.

Trailing his lips down to your jaw, he gently left a string of kisses there before he nibbled on the smooth skin. Sucking delicately on your neck, he’d started to leave a few of his marks on you, licking them afterwards to prevent any form of pain. He went further down to your chest and ended at your breasts where he sweeped his lips over the region, leaving goosebumps on his journey. Squirming underneath him, he licked your left breast, nibbling on the sensitive bud while he massaged the other one, taking turns to treat both of them equally. He suckled on them, caressing your sides and bringing his thumbs to pinch and twist them, rolling them between his fingers and tugging. You raised your body off of the bed, sighing as you said his name and he looked down to your cunt.

“So soon?” He kissed your breastbone, blowing on your heated skin. You nodded, ready for him to hurry and tried rubbing your legs together. He slapped your leg in warning, “Be patient.”

Passing your taut stomach, he left open, wet kisses. Continuing his kisses from your hips, to your pelvis, until he finally reached your open, slick legs. He leaned his head closer and kissed the sensitive bud making you whimper, attempting to speak behind the gag. He used his fingertips to open up your delicate, pink folds and slowly slipped his long tongue into your tunnel of love. Your body jerked upwards as he penetrated deep inside and then he began to lick your wet crack from bottom to top using the tip of one finger to stretch it gently downward. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and brought your sodding cunt impossibly close to his face, stopping to take a moment to breathe you in. You tried pleading with him to do something, but he was content with keeping you there. You yanked at the cuffs, letting them cut your raw wrist, and tried moving your thighs to encourage him to continue, but he had you locked in place.

He took one long lap and you nearly passed out, “Merlin.” Your muffled response sounded, mouth falling open even more as your head sank into the pillow.

You felt him laugh against you, “No, I’m Severus.” He kissed your folds. If you were able to focus your attention on him and not how he was making you feel, you’d roll your eyes at his corny joke.

He lapped you up, slow licks from top to bottom. You writhed around in a sweet agony. He made sure he was rough enough to be felt, but soft enough to still tease you more than please you. Your slick, shaven pussy was even sweeter tonight, and he couldn't keep up with the teasing much longer. As much as he would have liked to keep you on edge all night, show Lucius he could have your body however he pleased, he had an agenda of his own. He used his thumbs to gently open your folds as he blew a stream of cold air over your swollen lips. He could feel your warmth radiate and it bewitched him. There was no more holding back. He lost it and let his tongue explore all around your folds. He went from gentle and predicable to erratic and rough in a moment. Had he been able to pay attention to something other than your delectable cunt, he would've seen your back arch against his mouth and the silent scream you’d let out.

Finally deciding that he wanted - needed - to hear your whines and mewls, he brought a hand up, without moving his mouth from you, and pulled the gag down, allowing you to finally speak.

“Fuck, Severus! M- more, I need more.” You cried out when he bit you, rolling your sensitive bud between his teeth then slowly licking the pain away.

You felt the tug in the pit of your stomach making your body hot, but not unbearably so. A river of water, erupting into a tsunami the longer he pleasured you, building a force inside of your body, on top of your clit. Riding though your spine, your abdomen, all the way to your toes, coming to your cunt, goosebumps erupted on your skin. Your skin started to tingle, waves of pleasure swimming over you and bringing you under; you’re nipples tightened and got harder, more sensitive as your face and chest flushed. Your legs started to shake and you came immediately after as you screamed Severus’ name. He licked you as you cooled down, ready to jump right back in.

“All of this,” he swiped two fingers over you, getting your juice on them. “For me?” He brought his finger into the light, letting you see them glisten. Looking down, you nodded, not trusting your voice, but he wasn’t having that, “Speak.” He tapped at your sensitive clit, making you whimper at the feeling.

“Yes!” You squeaked out.

Severus looked over to Lucius and saw how his eyes stayed perfectly on you, raking over your face. He cut his eyes at him and pushed his way into the man’s mind, seeing what he was thinking. It sparked a strong feeling of possessiveness as he watched what the man was thinking, imagining himself and you caught in scandalous positions. Severus growled and decided to continue with you.

“Severus!” You screamed when his mouth hit you again all too soon. Licking everywhere, he used every pattern and motion you could think of. He peeled your labia apart and licked the part between your outer and inner labia, then licked your frenulum. He came back up to lick above your clit. He sucked your labia into his mouth and twirled his tongue over it. Tilting his head to the side and bringing your lips into his, he sucked gently and slid his tongue all over you. His fervent sucks and slurps made your head spin, and his groans against you made your legs quiver. When you got too hot, he pulled away and licked your thighs, letting your legs hang over his shoulders as he snaked his hands up to flick your nipples.

“Oh, Severus! Severus, I’m about to-” You couldn’t finish before another orgasm ripped through you, clamping your legs to his head, making him drink you up. You gushed as he licked you up, blowing his cool breath onto your heated center, cooling you down as you came down from your high. “Uncuff me.” You finally demanded, you needed to touch him.

Seeing as how well you reacted to him tonight, slightly more aware and intense than any other night, he decided to release the cuffs, watching as your arms fell. He traced a hand up and down your legs, tickling you before he pinched the skin behind your bent knee, making you open your eyes and look at him.

Without even looking at the man, “You can go now, Lucius.” Severus spoke into your sensitive cunt and made you shiver.

Lucius looked from him to you and noticed how your eyes never left Severus. As much as he wanted to continue with you, he was no idiot, he saw that you clearly had forgotten he was still there, even with your man saying his name and speaking to him. Your only focus was the man between your legs, not the one who looked surprisingly sullen as he gathered his things to leave.

That was why Severus had ultimately invited him. Not because you’d begged him, but because he was proving a point. Lucius was a weak man and he’d never be able to care for you like Severus had, you were strong willed and needed someone to dominate you, tell you exactly what to do. He hadn’t cared about who could make you cum first, in his experience, that was never the most important part. You’d remember how it made you feel rather than how quickly it made you release, it was about experience not speed.

Hearing the door slam shut, you snapped out of your reverie and looked over to see Lucius gone. You looked back at Severus and noticed his raised eyebrow, “Where’s Lucius?”

“It appears I’ve won, no need to dwell further.” He shrugged, feeling more than cocky.

You shook your head and watched as Severus made a move to lick you again. You quickly covered yourself, stopping him from moving any further, “Please, I can’t take anymore. You’ve done enough already, love, it’s my turn.”

He slapped your hand away, making you hiss as he brought his tongue to your clit, looking up at you devilishly before going in for a third time. He let his hands roam your thighs and squeezed them teasingly. You groaned at his touch and bucked your hips, “Severus...” you whispered, encouraging him to do more.

He slowly entered you with a finger, massaging the inside of your walls and watching for those pleasure spots that got his favorite reactions. It was then that he noticed how sensitive you were, your skin flushed and spasming at his touch. Your chest, your face, all of your smooth, S/C skin that he had caressed just minutes before, was tinted red and speckled with sweat. He loved seeing you like this.

"You look breathtaking, darling. Do you like when I attend to you, allow you to writhe at my touch?" He nearly growled as you bucked against his finger.

Having lost most of your energy, you tried your best to respond, “Yes, sir. Fuck, love. Keep going!” You squirmed and hissed. “It feels so good, sir.”

He heard your whine when he slowed his ministrations down impossibly slow, “Do you want more?” He teased you.

Gasping, “Please, Severus, make me come.”

Who was he to deny such a request. He started by inserting another finger. Fucking you slower this time, he let you feel every nerve explode with pleasure. Once you looked as though you’d settled in to this movement, he curled his fingers. You nearly flew off the bed, moaning intensely sitting up and reaching for him. He used his free hand to push you back down, his hand resting in the valley of her breasts. "Relax, Y/N. Enjoy the ride."

You moaned and he could feel your body pump surges of hormones through every inch of you. Your toes curled into the bed beside his shoulders, trying desperately to keep your legs open for him as you pulled at the roots of his long, black hair. It was a pure, primal pleasure you were enduring.

He had saved the best for last. He began increasing the speed of his pumping fingers while he licked and kissed at your folds and mound. You were getting close and he could tell that this was going to be one hell of an orgasm. You opened your mouth and hinted at saying something, but got caught off guard when he took your clit into his mouth. He sucked and licked, all the while still speeding up the motions with his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, Severus, yes!” You screamed, grinding into his face and whimpering when his nose brushed against you. “Shit, I’m going to cum!”

He could feel all your muscles around him tighten. Your efforts gave way and you wrapped your thighs harder around his head. He didn't really mind. He was chuffed knowing that he was putting you through this much pleasure. With a guttural groan you squirted as your body convulsed. He had to stop and marvel at the release you were experiencing. Every time he’d seen you do this was like the first, it still amazed him how he could do this to you. He had never seen it this intense, a mixture of hot, sticky cum and warm fluid was flowing out of you. You clenched his fingers within you and he could feel reverberations against your body.

Releasing his head from your thighs, you pulled him up by his head, both hands resting underneath his jaw. Your brought him to your mouth and he looked you in your eyes. Sliding his tongue out with your nectar still in his mouth, he let it fall out of his mouth, forming his lips so it could drip down and into your mouth. When you’d opened your mouth to him and swallowed, he lowered his head to slide his tongue in and you moaned into his mouth. Tongues dancing together in the battle of dominance, you wrapped your heavy arms around his neck, bringing him in even closer.

You felt his cock fall onto your sensitive cunt and gasped at the feeling, “Merlin, Severus, you’re hard as a fucking rock.” You both looked down to see his straining dick. You removed one arm from around him and reached to grab him, stroking him slowly as you let your thumb pass over the head. He groaned and you sped up, squeezing him teasingly as you came up and down. “I need you.”

He raised his eyebrows and grew a smirk, “You just had me, don’t you ever get tired.” He laughed, kissing you hard.

You shook your head, you could never get tired of this man. “No. Please, don’t make me beg.” You whined, he was taking too long and you could cum a lot faster when you were hypersensitive.

He looked at your neediness, seeing the want swirl around in your eyes. No longer wasting time, he grabbed hold of his cock, lined himself up with you, and slowly pushed in, making you gasp out the loudest silent moan imaginable. Oddly enough. He thrusted into you, having started slow but quickly picking up speed as your tight, warm walls hugged him, trapped him inside.

“I was thinking.” Your voice rang over the loud sounds of skin slapping. Seeing his questioning glance, you continued, “Maybe we could invite Remus next time.” You wiggled your eyebrows but they soon deepened when he hit a particular spot inside of you.

“Absolutely not. Never will I allow Remus Lupin to be near you like this.” He argued, hitting harder than before.

Crying into his neck you bit his shoulder, “Ease up!” He shook his head. “And why not? I heard he’s a wolf in bed.” You’d started to laugh at your lame joke but it quickly turned into a string of whines at his quick, deep thrusts that never seemed to end.

Severus might’ve said no, but you knew you could convince him. After all, he was adamant in not bringing Lucius to the room, and clearly that’d changed. If you continued to beg, how he liked, he wouldn’t be able to say no to you for far much longer; he knew you could be incessant when it referred to these matters. Remus was so sweet to you, always had been, and you wondered if that followed into the bedroom or if he was a beast, one that could easily control your body.

Maybe, if you were lucky, you’d even be able to get Karkaroff inside of you. The man’s height was towering compared to yours and it’d always had you pondering if other parts of him were just as large. You’d possibly even be able to see how long his tongue really was if you offered, he had always seemed intrigued by your alluring aura.

“Stop thinking about it, that is never going to be an option.” Severus interrupted your thoughts, successfully ending them when he cracked his hips to hit your spot, making your legs cling around him.

But maybe it would.

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End Note: OKAY! So if you think I was exaggerating with Severus’ size, look at this gif and tell me that he isn’t packing?? Like seriously it’s so hard to ignore!

Again, not my GIF, creds to the original owner

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #1: Delayed Gratification

Prompt: foster || Master Post || On AO3

IT BEGINS.

The Jewels and Java cafe is the brilliant brainchild of my friend @catpella and was used with permission. :3

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“Again, I am so sorry,” Synnove hissed, mortified, as they walked down one of the many hallways of the Arcanists’ Guild.

“It’s perfectly all right, my love,” said Aymeric fondly, squeezing her hand. “If we miss the ferry, we can simply teleport.”

His lady sighed heavily and muttered, “But I like the ferry ride…”

He laughed and raised her hand to kiss her knuckles, and satisfaction purred in his chest at the way Synnove’s golden cheeks rosed with pleasure. Galette, in her usual position draped around her mama’s neck, didn’t bat an eye. Ivar, behind them, made a disgusted noise, followed soon after by Tyr’s annoyed elder brother huff; he ignored them, well used to Synnove’s sons’ idiosyncrasies.

It was not the first time one of their getaways had been temporarily delayed by a work-related emergency; their friends and colleagues were normally keen on ensuring the pair of them got to take vacations, but sometimes matters arose that absolutely could not be handled by anyone else. This one, thankfully, had occurred while they were still in the city and easy to reach. Very easy; they’d been merely around in the corner from Mealvann’s Gate in the Jewel and Java café, enjoying sweet treats before they planned to wander over to the ferry quay for the journey to Bloodshore and the cabin, when Thubyrgeim’s emerald carbuncle, Din, scurried in with a note from the Guildmistress.

“Oh, she’s playing dirty,” Synnove had muttered as she read the note. Din had twitched an ear in her direction, but he had clearly been in the midst of gossiping with Galette and Tyr, their noses and ears and tails moving in the way of creatures who didn’t need sound to communicate.

(Aymeric had, not for the first time, suspected that Synnove’s carbuncles’ aetheric harmonic matching capabilities were nowhere near as common as his lady implied they were. Certainly, he’d never ‘heard’ any other carbuncles speak, but he also knew Synnove’s quintet limited their direct communication to Synnove’s immediate social circle, and it would not be out of the realm of possibility that other carbuncles had similar preferences…)

Aymeric had peered over his shoulder, setting down his fork with its piece of rolanberry shortcake on his plate, and shook his head in amused exasperation at the sight of the Guildmistress’s shorthand, which was as atrocious as Synnove’s. “What seems to be the problem?”

“One of the fourth-years needs final approval for her thesis project’s spell changes,” she had said, refolding the paper, then pinching and dragging her nails along the crease to sharpen it. A chip of her bronze nail lacquer ended up left behind. “Yamomo—” the chair of the aetherophysics department, he had recognized the name immediately, “—had to ‘port out to the Range. It’s either an unscheduled detonation or one of the Squadrons fired on a part of the island they’re not supposed to, Thubyr’s writing got a bit sloppy there.”

A bit sloppy?

Pointedly ignoring his look, his lady had continued, “Solkthota’s presenting her thesis project at the next conference, and guess where that is?” Her voice had turned as dry as the Sagolii.

Aymeric had giggled even as he had fished Roksana out of her bowl of melting ice cream and absently began cleaning her face with a napkin as the white carbunclet had purred. “Does it start with ‘Radz’ and end with ‘Han,’ by chance?” he said.

“Oh, you’re good,” Synnove had said with a rueful laugh, and waved down one of the café’s waitresses to get their desserts packed to go.

Now, they approached one of the warded workrooms in the Guild’s north wing. As they did, Synnove carefully smoothed out her expression from huffy and annoyed to professional interest. For all that she did want to be vacation right now, enjoying the lazy trip around the southern coast of La Noscea to sightsee or nap or cuddle, she would never take out that frustration on one of her students.

She dropped his hand—reluctantly, though she quickly skimmed her thumb over his knuckles first—and opened the door to the workroom, stepping inside, with Aymeric following just at her heels.

The workroom was large and well-lit, the early afternoon sun streaming in through the many windows. The part they immediately walked into was a small observation area, with a setup of desks similar to a small amphitheater leading down to the main floor; this must be one of the practical demonstration workrooms, then. Two students were off to the side, a dark-skinned Highlander lad and a tiny grey elezen girl who had yet to hit her growth spurt and could have been anywhere between sixteen and twenty-one summers old. At the front of the workroom, pacing nervously, was a gangly Sea Wolf young woman, skin the color of storm clouds and hair such a shocking shade of daffodil yellow he would have thought it was dye if her eyebrows hadn’t been the same color.

All three students’ head whipped up and around when Synnove entered, and Aymeric saw the two sitting ones’ jaws drop as he took a seat at one of the other desks, Ivar and Tyr jumping into seats next to him as the twins tumbled down his arms to the desktop. The presumed Solkthota paled and stammered out, “Professor Greywolfe! You’re supposed to be on vacation—”

Synnove waved a hand and closed the short door on the partition between the observation area and the presentation area. (Briefly, as the latch on the door clicked into place, he felt the faint snap of a ward activating.) “Hadn’t left yet, Solk, and an emergency means Professor Yamo has to put the fear of the Twelve into someone,” she said absently. Her voice had gone from her usual faintly Ala Mhigan and Lominsan accented lilt into the crisp tones of a Gate arcanist on duty. “Remind me of what your thesis was covering? Professor Yamo hasn’t given me a copy yet.”

The young Sea Wolf took a deep breath and launched into a technical diatribe that almost immediately had Aymeric’s eyes glazing over. He recognized a few words and phrases—Shotamian manifold, harmonic oscillation—and knew just enough from listening to Synnove’s explanations over the years that this project didn’t seem to be carbuncle focused, but otherwise it was all Allagan to him. Instead, he made sure Amandina and Roksana hadn’t taken a page out of Galette’s playbook and hadn’t gotten into the bag of treats sitting beneath the desk at his feet, and leaned back in his seat to observe. Faintly, he could hear the other two students murmuring to one another, but about what, he was too far away to tell.

(They weren’t looking at him as they did, at least, so if he was the subject of their conversation, they at least had better manners about it than most Ishgardian nobles.)

Solkthota finished quickly, nerves clear as day on her face, and Synnove nodded, reaching up to pet Galette’s tails. “All right, no time like the present to test this.” She gestured towards one of the person-shaped targets at the end of the room. “Let’s see what this modified Ruin can do.”

The student took another breath as she unhooked her grimoire from her belt, opening it and quickly turning pages to the correct one. Solkthota removed her channeling stylus from the strap on the grimoire’s back and held it up in the air, the tip pointed towards the target, and began to cast.

The bolt of power had barely left the stylus before Synnove was roaring “DOWN!” and tackling the Sea Wolf to the floor. Aymeric grabbed the twins just as the word began to leave Synnove’s lips, and was on the floor beneath the heavy ironwood desk, the shrieking carbunclets tucked close to his chest, just as the echo of it was overtaken by the roar of an explosion. Tyr was on top of him and his little sisters as a bright light blinded him, blocking it out, but having an enormous topaz carbuncle atop him did nothing to muffle the sound or the feel of the room trying to shake apart.

The silence in the aftermath was nearly as deafening as the explosion had been.

Tyr rolled off his head, shoving past Ivar, who hung from the desk, chittering in excitement because big boom and, of course, he had watched. Aymeric crawled out after Tyr, and as he stood, the girls immediately pulled themselves up onto his shoulders and tucked into his neck, shivering. He absently stroked first Roksana, then Amandina, and hurried to the other end of the observation area to where the other students had been. As he walked, he noted that the ward on the partition was flickering oddly, like cracked glass, but the spell still held—barely.

The Highlander boy had covered his elezen classmate’s head with his torso, and she was shoving at him now, her voice muffled by his bulk, saying, “Tyon, gerroff, you’re heavy!”

Aymeric bent over to help Tyon keep his balance as he pushed himself up and crawled out from the desk. “Are you all right, you two?” he said.

Tyon rubbed at one ear, and accepted his proffered hand to get to his feet. “Ears’re ringing,” he said while also blinking rapidly. His tiny classmate popped up next to him, patting her dark blue hair back into place and scowling faintly.

Synnove, meanwhile, was lowering her arm; the right one, upon which she wore the ring denoting her as a master arcanist. The glimmer of a shield fell away as she did, and then she was standing upright and helping Solkthota to her feet. Galette’s ears were pinned back and her nose was twitching, but otherwise she seemed utterly unperturbed.

“I am so, so sorry,” the Sea Wolf was saying, her whole body shaking and her eyes wide with mixed shock and horror. “I know I did the math right, I know I did—”

“Honey, take a deep breath,” Synnove interrupted, hands on Solkthota’s shoulders and her voice firm as she looked up at the young woman. “In for seven, and hold, hold, hold, little more, and now out for seven. That’s it. And again…”

As Synnove calmed her student, Aymeric and the other two began righting chairs and wiping plaster dust from the tops of the desk. Tyr came over to headbutt Tyon’s thigh, and the Highlander gave his head a firm rub; as he did, an emerald carbuncle that appeared more vulpine than the standard manifested, yipped what was likely a hello, and then went to sit on the elezen girl’s foot. She immediately bent down and scooped the creature into her arms, tickling under its chin.

Soon enough, Solkthota’s breathing was under control, and Synnove gave her a grin. “There we are. Now, what’s the first rule of science?”

Solkthota’s answering grin was shy and watery. “It’s not science until you write it down.”

“Very good,” said Synnove, her green eyes glittering. “So let’s do that first. Next, we’re going to go through your arrays page by page; your working theory is sound, but the math fell through at some point.” She suddenly pointed towards the young elezen, without looking. “And no helping her, Atreanne!”

“Oh, come on, Professor G!” Atreanne said in a high, nasally whine. Her carbuncle added its own whine as emphasis. “I’m the best at it!”

“And Solkthota will learn better if you don’t feed her the answers,” Synnove said, her voice wry in the way of someone who had. “But you and Tyon are welcome to stay and observe, both of your physics work could do with some polishing.”

Tyon and Atreanne exchanged looks, wide-eyed, and then bolted for the partition.

“I’m glad now it wasn’t Professor Y today,” Aymeric heard Atreanne whisper to Tyon. “Professor G’s way more patient with screw-ups.”

“Professor G likes screw-ups,” Tyon whispered back. “They’re more fun, she says.”

“They are more fun, now hop to it, kids!”

Solkthota was dragging over the desk that had been pushed up against a wall, and Tyon and Atreanne grabbed chairs from the observation to bring over and sit with their classmate and teacher. Synnove, meanwhile, looked at Aymeric as she walked backwards towards the slate chalkboard.

“Can you get me some fresh chalk?” she said, a rueful grin on her face.

Aymeric laughed and gave her a sweeping bow, the twins peeping excitedly as they held on. He righted them as he straightened, and turned to head to where he knew one of the storage rooms were.

It was a good thing he had remembered to pack a few books to read.

[pettyvxbes]

COLSON BAKER x READER - OCEAN EYES IV

BRIAN, JIMI, JANIS, KURT, AND. . .COLSON?

"Can we get two 16oz house drips, one black with two sugars and the other with two sugars and a splash of cream?" He ordered, remembering exactly how you took your coffee, even after all the time you'd been separated. It made you smile, knowing that you still occupied some space in his mind.

"So this is your coffee shop?" You asked, leaning against the side of the counter as you waited for your drinks.

"Yeah, I opened it last year. It turned out pretty cool." He smiled as he looked around the room. You could tell he was proud of it.

"It's badass" You agreed with him.

"If you're hungry, we serve brunch." Colson handed you a menu to peruse. "This is actually why I was at the farmers market. All of our fruits and vegetables are local." You looked over the list of food, noticing all of the fresh ingredients.

"That's so cool. Everything sounds delicious." You said, flipping the menu over to continue exploring. On the opposite side, you found a cocktail menu. Some of the drink names made you chuckle. There was 'the gunner,' 'sex, dope, and cheap thrills,' 'screw me' with its counterpart, 'screw you,' and the 'you know I'm no good.' Without even seeing the ingredients, you immediately thought that the last one sounded like a drink you'd choose.

Colson exchanged the menu in your hands with a coffee cup filled with hot coffee. You looked at him and gave him a weak thank you smile which he inadvertently returned, and just like that, you were taken back to the first morning you had ever spent together.

You woke up randomly as the sun was shining through the tiny window of your dorm room. You were still wearing the same clothes from the night before. It confused you because you hadn't even remembered falling asleep. The last thing you could recollect was laying with Colson in your XL twin bed, which he noted multiple times was fantastic because his tall, lanky ass fit perfectly.

"Good morning," Colson whispered. It took you a moment to fully wake up, but you noticed how your bodies were intertwined when you did. Your head was on his chest, and his arm was holding you close to him. It was cozy.

"Good morning." You repeated, squeezing him and nuzzling your face into his neck. "How long have you been awake?" You asked sleepily, afraid that you were the only one who had dozed off.

You and Colson had agreed to stay up as long as you could talking to each other. After all, it was the first time you had seen each other since Atlanta, and even though you had basically talked every day for the last 3 months, you still had a lot to talk about.

"Not long, maybe like fifteen.. . twenty minutes" He shrugged. "I didn't want to wake you. I just wanted to lay here and hold you a little longer, watch you sleep, smell your hair." He squeezed you, placing a small kiss on the top of your head. "I wanted to memorize all of it because this weekend will be over before we know it, and then It'll be back to facetime calls and falling asleep on the phone."

"Blahhh, don't remind me." You pouted, sitting up to face him. You enjoyed every single second you got to spend with that blue-eyed boy in your bed, and you never wanted it to end. He had quickly become your best friend, your person.

"Sorry. Y'know, you're fucking cute when you're sleepy" Colson smiled at you, no makeup and hair a mess. To him, you were perfection. "Oh, I ordered coffee." He said excitedly as he sat up, reaching for the cups on the table next to your bed. "Remind me to thank your roommate later. She was not very happy when she was woken up by the Doordash driver." He chuckled.

"She'll get over it" You took the warm cup from him, sipping slowly. Careful not to burn your mouth. You immediately spit the coffee back into the cup, scrunching your nose up at the taste. The coffee was sweeter than a glazed chocolate donut filled with thousands of tiny sprinkles. You thoroughly enjoyed coffee, and you liked to be able to taste the flavor in every sip.

"Shit, did I get it wrong?" He asked worriedly. It was one of the topics you had discussed last night, and he had already forgotten.

"Yeah, but we've never had coffee together, so I'll give you a free pass." You joked. "Two sugars and a splash of cream," you reminded him with a small smile.

"I swear I will never forget again." He promised, passing you his coffee to share.

"Let's sit back here" Colson's voice pulled you from your memory. As you followed him to the back of the coffee shop, you noticed photos of different famous musicians on each table.

"What's with the pictures?" You asked, gesturing towards a table with Kurt Cobains' face on it.

"They're all a part of the 27 club." He could tell by the expression on your face that you had no idea what that meant. "a bunch of artists and entertainers that died at the age of 27." Colson explained.

"Oh." you gasped, finally understanding the name of his coffee shop.

Colson led you to a table in the back corner. It was secluded enough to offer a little privacy from the rest of the customers. You took a seat, instantly noticing the photo that was on your table. It was him. Your narrowed eyes and knitted brows caught his attention, and he followed your gaze to determine the look of confusion on your face.

"You're 31." You stated the obvious.

"Yes, but most days I feel like my life ended when I was 27." He let out a small chuckle.

You took a sip of your coffee, waiting for Colson to elaborate further. Quickly getting distracted by the liquid in your cup. When the coffee first hit your tongue, you could taste a combination of floral and fruity notes, but as you swallowed, you noticed a nutty caramel tone. It was unique and unlike any other coffee, you had ever tried.

"Mmm," You hummed quietly, approving of the noteworthy java in your hand. "You remembered how I like my coffee." You said without thinking.

You regretted it almost instantly. You didn't want to discuss your past relationship or talk to Colson like old friends. You just wanted the explanation you deserved so you could be on your way. It wasn't necessary to spend any more time with him than need be. You didn't want to conjure up old feelings any more than you already had by being in this stupid city.

"I said I would never forget, didn't I?" He looked at you like you made the whole world spin, and for a moment, it was like time stood still.

"God. I'm so stupid." His words came out as a whisper as he looked away from you. Shame and guilt wallpapered his face. "I made the biggest mistake of my life by losing you, and it's something I'm never going to forgive myself for."

"Why'd you leave Colson?" You were blunt, and your words were shaky.

"Because y/n, you deserved better." He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "I was laying there with you in my arms that morning thinking to myself, 'how can I possibly love this amazing woman the way she deserves to be loved when I don't even like who I am."

The sadness in his voice was evident, and you could clearly see the pain in his glossy blue eyes. He hurt himself just as much as he had hurt you.

"I was the biggest fuck up on the planet. You sacrificed your happiness to be with me, to support my dreams, and be my biggest fan. . .I was selfish, and I took you for granted. I broke your heart, and somehow you still managed to see the best in me. It wasn't fair to you. -- Y/n, I had to go because I knew that staying would have been even more painful for you. I was a sinking ship that was burning, and I couldn't bear to be the reason you went down in flames too." A silent tear slid down his cheek.

You sat there speechless as you listened to the explanation you had waited years to hear. You hadn't even realized it, but at some point, you had started tearing up too. Colson reached over, wiping the tears from your face.

"I hate myself for fucking things up with you." He said, staring at you.

You didn't know what it was about him, but when you looked into those blue eyes, you saw a reflection of your soul staring back at you. He was your person, always had been, and always would be. You and Colson had a once-in-a-lifetime connection. The kind of connection that made you feel alive by just being near him, even the silence between you, was comfortable because you felt complete in each other's presence.

"You are worth so much more than second thoughts and maybes'. I am so sorry y/n" You could feel the emotion in Colson's words. His apology was like rain on a dehydrated garden. Grossly overdue, but miraculously just in time.

You sat in silence for a few moments before speaking. "Earlier, when you said you lost your life at 27, what did you mean?" You questioned.

"Y'know, everyone thought I was overreacting after our breakup. . ." He started. You had no idea where he was going with his response, but you let him continue." what they didn't get was how much of my life you really were. . .You were more than just another relationship down the drain. You were my past, my present, and my future. Y/n, you were my life."

At that moment, you understood why his photo sat on a table in that coffee shop. He was a part of the 27 club, not because he physically perished at 27, but because that was when he lost the only thing that ever made him feel alive, you.

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