#plot question tag game

[mirokuna-hime]

I honestly think people are jumping the gun with their disappointment over the new story quest in 1.2

The whole purpose of Xianzhou Luofu arc is to set up future events.

The writers tell us this by having Kafka admit to the MC that the whole point of this operation for the stellaron hunters is to have the Xianzhou indepted to the Astral Express crew so that they will aid them in their fight against Nanook the destruction.

Herta Space Station and Jarilo-IV were used to introduce us to the game mechanics and to establish the trio of Dan Heng, March 7th and the Trailblazer with the Space Station also serving as a prologue.

Jarilo-IV however did nothing to develop the overarching main plot of the game. Belobog was it's own self contained arc to ease the player into the game and they are now using the Xianzhou Luofu arc to plant the seeds for future chapters.

People are already calling Blade a wasted character, because his confrontation with Imbibitor Lunae didn't play out like people hoped it would, because they didn't drop his entire backstory in this quest even though it's pretty clear that Blade, Kafka and Silverwolf will be reoccuring antagonists over the course of the story.

The prologue already introduced us to Kafka and Silverwolf, heck Silverwolf even got her own event.

Introducing Blade and his connection to Dan Heng to the player is what I would argue the other focal point of this arc. Every theme this story introduced to us can be connected to Blade (immortality being a sin, what it means to be mara struck, manipulation, the weight of our past actions and how we deal with them etc.), it's so that we can understand his story and motive.

Not to mention that it opens the door for character development and development of Dan Hengs and his relationship. Right now Dan Heng doesn't make the connection that Blade is his previous incarnations "friend" (in quotation marks because hoyoverse is being sussy with them) and he's still running away from the past. Meanwhile Blade is consumed by his vengence, his desire to die and he is also getting manipulated by Kafka (admittedly she kinda has to because of the Mara but that barely changes anything other than making us see her in a bit more positive light).

All points that will need to be adressed in following installments and I have faith in the Honkai writers to do these plot points justice, but it won't be right now.

We are in 1.2 my friends, let the story take it's time.

[ominous-faechild]

✦ OC Questionnaire Tag 2✦

Following tag from @the-letterbox-archives!

Characters from Sun and Shadow: Freya, Crow, and Daleira Characters from the Arcane Rifts: Gene, Tazin, and Mislav Featuring tAR's children leveled up! They'll be answering at 15, 17, and 17 years old respectively!

Questions: - "What's your relationship with your family like?" - "Do you have any hobbies? if so, what ones?" - "Do you dream often? what about?" - "What is the one thing you would not wish on your greatest adversary?" from @willtheweaver

"What's your relationship with your family like?"

Freya: Well... we don't even know if my dad's alive but... re-regardless, it was rough between us. He was never around, and I just... I missed him. I know it was his job, but I blamed him. It was just me in that house, you know? Like, I mean--sure! I chose that! But the only other choice was to live alone in the city instead, where I had to deal with people trying to suck up to me in order to get money or whatever! So neither was a good choice, yeah??? And--I don't know, okay? I... I hope he's actually alive like the others say. I guess... I'll probably apologize to him, alright? But that still sucked.

Crow: Oh, my father's great, yeah. ... What, you were expecting more of an answer? Daleira: Oh, I love my dad! 😊 ... not enough for you?... okay, fine. Um... it's difficult at times between us. He's busy taking care of Lynsmouth most of the time, so we hardly spend any time together. But, you know--I get that! It's a lot of work to uh--... do whatever it is he does? Honestly I'm not that sure, haha. 😅 But I'm sure it's a lot! So, you know, it's not a big deal that he doesn't spend a lot of time with me. I'm really appreciative of him finding me and taking me in to begin with, and I've really led a great life thanks to him, so! 😊

Gene: I... don't remember my family. Just like I don't remember anything else before I got here. But... (*looks away to think. Will not look in asker's direction again.*) I think Abi was my brother? Older--older brother. He... really helped me a lot. So in that case... good. But... thinking the word "family"... hurts.

Tazin: (*spoken through his teeth*) I don't have a family.

Mislav: (*fakest smile you can imagine and not even trying to hide it; voice falsetto*) Dead, thanks for asking!

Crow: Sike!!! Bet you thought I wasn't going to answer. 😘 How cruel of you to think so lowly of me!!! 😭

I wasn't kidding, my father's great, I love him. He taught me everything I know about--detective work and all, heh! We don't always see each other because he's usually working on cases, but he's given me everything I need to succeed in life and I'm thankful to him for that. So hopefully I'll make him proud on this case with Frey! 😉😊

(tragically, it is not a work I have created if someone's family life is good. But, omfg, until now, I didn't realize SaS was the story of goddamn DADDY ISSUES!!! 🤣🤣🤣)

"Do you have any hobbies? if so, what ones?"

Freya: Oh, um... dammit, I'm not going to get away with a lie, am I? (*Heavy, drawn-out sigh*) Okay, fine. I... like reading. I know this is really weird!!! But, uh, sometimes, while I'm inshore, I've found books in the water. Books! Perfectly fine! Little to no water damage most of the time! I don't know if Dad sent them to me somehow or what, but... most of the time, they're in other languages. Things that don't always line up with those I find in the library. But I've figured a few of them out over the years, and I think it's really fun!

Crow: Psh, nothing as boring as reading. (*Precariously leaning back against a bulging doorway. There's a creak and then--CRASH!!!*) SHIT-- (*Furiously opens the door. An endless pile of books comes falling out. Except... they're all related to their cases? Huh. Is their hobby... working?*) Yep. That's my hobby. Working. Tell my dad that, would ya? 😘 (Oh I think we see something deeper in the closet--) NO!!! DON'T YOU DARE-- (*we zoom in to see countless artistic collages made out of cut-outs from pictures in their books and magazines.*) ... (*Crow, face burning, melts into the shadows and hides in shame.* But??? That's a cool hobby??? WAIT, COME BACK, AZA--)

Daleira: Oh!!! I just love working with magical trinkets! You know, conduits--from gods, mortals, and discovered in the Faewildes! It's amazing figuring out how each of them work and trying to figure out if I can replicate them! Faer and I have gotten good at transferring magic between objects, but gods' conduits are especially hard to work with. Like, come on--can't they share some of their power with the rest of us??? :/

There's a few items from Soren we just can't figure out, though... and he wouldn't tell me where he got them! I mean, that would help immensely in trying to figure out how they work, but we've already broken a few of them and don't want to risk losing all of them! Especially since--... well. An-anyway-- 😅

I gave Freya one when we first met! She was showing clear signs of magical sickness, and I'd already figured out it was a magical restraint you could manipulate the strength of--which is amazing, you know??? So it would be awesome to figure out how it works! But-- (*continues rambling happily*)

Gene: Hobby?... (*Looks away. Will not look back.*) I... like to draw. It's useful. Maps. Nobody else is able to navigate around the sewers, but my maps... they stay right. Even though they change. So it's nice to draw... feel useful. And everyone likes me then. Not just Mislav and Tazin. If... Tazin does. I'm pretty sure he does. (*Shakes his head swiftly, then nods*) Right. He does. Sorry...

(*Anxiously picks at his hands, still avoiding looking anywhere near the asker*) And... I've always liked reading, I think. The real stuff. To learn. It took a while for me to learn Glavni, but I've been able to read by myself for a long time now. I enjoy it. (*Finally looks back to give asker a pained smile*)

Tazin: Does burning buildings count? 😉 No? Okay, fine. How about just plain-old casual arson? 😉 OH, COME ON, HOW COME THESE GUYS'-- (*continues screaming into the camera, but we cut to black*) (*We return to a moody Tazin pouting with his arms crossed... and surrounded in flames.*) Fine. I've always liked stupid stories. You know the ones--knight in shining armor, or the underdog rising up and saving the day--that stuff. And Gene's got me into his stupid fucking "learning" thing, alright? But that's all you're getting out of me, got it, you little-- {REDACTED FOR PROFANE LANGUAGE}

Mislav: Um... not really? I... guess anything that lets me spend more time with Gene? 😅😭

... I really liked it back when I was on the farm. But... it's gone now. And I don't think Adilzhan or Zhrizn would let me do anything like that again. And... (*looks away, voice going below a whisper*) I'm afraid to even try.

(BET YOU THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO BE ALL HUMOROUS HERE, DIDN'T YOU!?!?! DIDN'T YOU!?!?! YOU FORGOT IT WAS MY!!! MY!!!! STUFF YOU WERE READING!!! *maniacal laugh.mp4*)

"Do you dream often? what about?"

Freya: I think I've had a lot of dreams in my life. Most of them, I've hated, but I... can't remember them honestly. Except... fear. Being afraid of them. So, heh, you know--nightmares. Normal stuff normal people deal with right? Especially kids, I've heard.

... but I've been remembering a bit more of them lately, since I... since I was in the shipwreck. (*Voice goes strained and breathy, like she's struggling to breathe*) And I... I think I'm in the water again. In--in the dreams. And there's something else there--

Crow: Ha, no. Do most people remember their dreams? (They're lying. They remember. Their dreams center around failure. Failure, and a desperation to prove themself.)

Daleira: Um... not really? We faeries aren't like you humans... our "dreams" are... different. Real. I try not to actually sleep because of that. I don't want anyone else getting stuck in them.

Gene: Not anymore. I used to. Usually... nightmares. Monsters and nature and things chasing me. I have a curse. When I sleep... my nightmares find me. I'll wake up surrounded in things. Once... it included the monster. (*He looks away and is silent for a long moment, remembering.*)

... thankfully I don't dream much anymore. The curse is still here, but it's kinder now. Better things come through.

Tazin: No, who's asking? >:/

When I do dream, it's weird stuff. Memories. Wishes. (*waves hand dismissively*) Normal stuff.

(Also lying. Sometimes has nightmares of the people he cares about abandoning him. Stabbing him in the back. Telling him things about himself he knows to be true, but doesn't want to admit. Telling himself to be better... when he knows he won't.)

Mislav: Yes. I remember the night I lost everything. And the ones who took it all from me. (*looks to Gene*)

... almost everything.

"What is the one thing you would not wish on your greatest adversary?"

Freya: To find themself alone. To lose the people they care about... or feel like those people don't care for them back.

Crow: A pointless end. If you have to die, you should die for something. Something meaningful. Something you care about.

Daleira: Whatever happens to what I eat. 😅 (She's not kidding--remember, she's not human.)

Gene: Starvation.

Tazin: ... to be alone. Or... for it to be their fault.

Mislav: What happened to me... what's happening to me.

I regret deciding to do all these characters...

Your questions: - What was the worst day of your life? - What's your worst nightmare? - If a monster asked you your worst nightmare, what would you tell it and why?

Tagging (with no pressure) @darkandstormydolls @yourpenpaldee @honeybewrites @fantasy-things-and-such @themboty @.the-letterbox-archives (avoiding double-tags) and whoever else wants to join!

Divider from @cafekitsune

[alanide-arts]

So, uh, is Lyra over Werner?

Things do end up pretty well between those two in Lyra's OG plotline but I still need to draw that sometime 😭

What I'm drawing right now is more of a group story collaboration! She ends up with someone else and still does live happily ever after >:)

[altruistic-meme]

oh you KNOW i gotta ask 10

and also 11 cause maybe talking about it would help

you are one cruel, cruel fiend, milo. why would you do this to me.

10. 🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

alexa play "oh my dear lord" by the unlikely candidates

okay. okay. so in the interest of trying to limit what we consider ACTIVELY working on, i'm going to exclude fics that i'm not really sure if i'll ever finish and fics that i haven't actually STARTED writing, but i'm still going to include fics i know i'm going to return to even if i haven't touched them in a while. so let's check the WIP list...

3 for All for the Game (why is there) joy in this poison, Figurative Ghosts, go low

2 for Young Royals Dare(d) To Do It, Not Supposed to Know*

1 for Captive Prince laurent stabs damen

9 for Bungo Stray Dogs blackhole time fuckery, will you be mine? (no sir), The Port Mafia Boss's Most Loyal Dog, me-ow, dazai's job, abo au, outsider POV of corruption, who tf is slug????, not really a college au,

so that is... 15 TOTAL, most of which are currently bsd fics bc i have been bouncing between all of the WIPs there with incredible frequency cus my brain refuses to just STAY PUT ON ONE.

*techinically i haven't actually written anything for NSTK, but because it is one half of the Parallels AU and i have written for Dare(d), which is its partner fic, i'm still counting that as having worked on it. especially since they're 2 POVs of the same story, which means some of the events in Dare(d) will be shown in NSTK as well, so the same dialogue will be used in both for scenes they share.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

oh this is about to be so long im so sorry

i think there's something im struggling with with all of my bsd WIPs right now, which is probably part of why there are just so many that i'm actively working on bc if i get stuck on one i can just move to something else for a while ;;;;

largely, i feel like im struggling a lot with figuring out Dazai and Chuuya's characters which obviously affects all of the WIPs since they're all skk-centric!! but they're both such complex characters with a super complex relationship with each other and i really love that about them and i want to be able to get that across, even in the shorter fics!! (this was also a struggle with the torturing kunikida fic, though since it was from Kunikida's POV it was a little easier bc i could show the contrast to what he expected of skk vs. what he saw that day to help get that across)

but just. characterization is ALWAYS an issue for me, especially when i first start writing characters. and i know that it'll be fine bc it always is, i think my anxiety about it causes me to put in the effort to really make the characters work and people usually really seem to enjoy them?? it is one of the things about my writing that people mention most often (and i will never tire of that, see: lots of anxiety about it) so i know i should calm down about it but HHHHHH

on the brightside(?) i do have a WIP that's still very much in the planning stages that will allow me to look at and play with a lot of the more toxic/codependent/generally unhealthy aspects of the two of them + their relationship while also giving me some more wiggle room in their characterization, which i think will be a fun way to help curb some of that anxiety when i actually start writing it.

and outside of that, looking at a specific WIP for an issue im facing currently: Loyal Dog is giving me SO MUCH TROUBLE bc i know what needs to happen and i know overall how the story is going to go and what the main points in it are. but actually figuring out how to write what i need to get down is. a struggle.

like it's just. i know the main plot and the main points and some of what needs to be done to get there. but the finer details are tripping me up. this time i think the outsider POV is working against me here, but also having it from an outsider POV is necessary to the story as i want it told!! idk. it's a LOT stupid little details that i need to plan and decide on while trying to make it plausible that's stressing me out more and hhhhhhhhhh

[ writer WIP asks to help me procrastinate writing ]

[arttrampbelle]

Ok mini vent/tsimping? (Look there's good points and bad points)

I hate mk12/mk1 shang tsung's writing. And his stupid needle wannbe basic bitch claw gloves.

HOWEVER!

I will admit despite all that. He's once again THE ONLY THING GOOD ABOUT THE NEW MK GAME. and it's sad really because it's just mk11 2 electric boogaloo,but different packaging. Srsly. Fr. It really is. Nothing changes. Nothing is special. It's the same shit. Trying to pretend to be something better but it's not really.

But again like i said. Despite that. Unless you're a shang tsung tsimp.

You're not going to really like the new game. Unless you have no standards and aren't really a mk fan. And are just here for the hype.

But in all seriousness,i would like alan lee as shang more and watch more of his shang ,if people stop putting him in those stupid fugly ass gloves. Get rid of those and we good bro.

I mean really. If mk onslaught can make him look like this

And keep his smugness in 12.

Getting rid of those damn gloves would make this less distracting. And stop making me so pissed off. (Im petty,i hate his gloves,sue me)

And his role needs to be done better,but i chalk that up to once again piss poor writing. And even then....still the only entertainment about the new mortal kombat game is SHANG TSUNG. Once again he has to save the damn franchise because they keep making other characters shit. Ugh.

And i want him to "win" but i want it to be worth it and actually earn it and not be plot convenient for tsimps like me. Like im a huge fan but damn man. Give me something with oomf,with flavor,not imitation fake ass cheese. Gimme real chedder,ya know ehat i mean?! Like damn.

NOT MAKING LIU KANG A VILLAIN IS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE AND FUMBLE THEY (NRS) EVER MADE!

But i digress.

Shang tsung still is a cutie. Not the best in the new game as he isn't quite as delicious as the og tagawa,and im still disappointed and am rejecting canon and substituting it for my own,but still shang tsung is shang tsung and I'm out of proper kontent.

So he'll do. For now (i do 💖hate💖 how he still got charm,swag, or rizz as the young kids call it now).

Like despite the shitty writing,he's still cute.

Honey I'm so sorry they did you kinda dirty. But despite the shitty script,mr alan lee does a decent job. At least he fucking tries. Unlike some characters!!!! *stares death glares at this mk12/mk1 lame ass version of liu kang* . Like I'm so sorry sweetie that they give you half assed villainy and call it good. Ugh,you deserve so much better.

So for me this shang's a 5 or 6 solid out of 10. But this is me being a tsimp so eh. Dont take my word for it.

[businesscasualart]

[edit: I was under the IMPRESSION I was playing Yakuza 0, but apparently, I don’t read TITLES. BC I ACTUALLY DOWNLOADED AND HAVE BEEN PLAYING YAKUZA KIWAMI. SMH. I’m still having fun tho. Thank you Anon who told me this, I’ll actually respond to your Ask soon <3]

Playing the Yakuza series blind! Starting with the remake of the first game, Yakuza 0???? …I play what I can get on the Xbox One gamepass…

Chapter 1 thoughts and opinions! Below the cut!

so. Kiryu. Is…Is he always gonna look like…a sad puppy or-

Oh Majima is gonna be like this the whole time isn’t he? Oh boy. Well. Looking forward to it.

are we dating Yumi? Are…Are we a thing or are we yearning?

So Shinji…is my best friend now, right? We’re gonna be friends forever and ever?

AWW Nishikiyama and Reina and Kiryu and Yumi

OHH were we orphans together? NOOOO HOW DID I NOT SEE YUMI GETTING KIDNAPPED COMING

Oh he’s dead. Oh, gang. Oh no. Oh…i…I hope y’all stay okay. Idk if we’re coming back from this one thoOH. Nvm. I’m not coming back from this one. For the better.

OH NO, YUMIIIIIIIIII

why is everyone so ready for this jail fight

I thought I was doing good but it’s actually getting hard to remember names. Woe. I’m somehow doing good all things considered though

[svampira]

For Brooklyn and Elias, n.35, what inspired you to create them?

(Asking bc their designs are literally so cool. I would love some insight on that cause I am OBSESSED)

ask game (🥺)

Hiii ty for the question

This is interesting because out of all my ocs they're the ones where I'm less sure about where my inspo came from🤔 especially when it comes to Elias he very much developed as my art improved 👇 here's his earliest design (tw old art...)

By drawing him over and over and using blueish tints over my art all the time he got pinker and pinker and he ended up getting a design that's a little more sleek and cohesive. My main inspos for him were the vtmb toreador fledgling (because he used to be my toreador pc until i decided i liked him being a fledgling too much and changed it so he's the childe of the og toreador fledgling) and with time i ended up getting more and more inspired by other media, for example mahito from jjk, someone's nsfw oc that will go unnamed lmfao, and i started referencing irl people when drawing him to get a feel for proportions and to make his design more consistent. My main inspo is fernando lindez (though they rarely end up looking very alike) and what I try to replicate in Elias are his eye shape and his general facial proportions, i like how all of his features are close together in a way that feels kind of feminine and pretty.

When it comes to Brooklyn instead my inspos are more clear though her design kind of came naturally with me just messing around while practising how to paint darker skin tones. She is also a vtmb fledgling redesign (this time the malkavian one) and one of their clan stereotypes is that they usually get heterochromia. I didn't like the idea of just giving her different eye colors (though that's what ended up happening LMAO) and i looked into like. Pretty pictures of eye trauma😭 examples down here nothing graphic imo

This is not exactly what i had in mind at the time but it's similar so. Just kind of randomly evolved into her whole eye being white as i messed up painting. When it comes to her general design I wanted an excuse to draw lots of fun hairstyles without going against vtm canon (vampires are stuck w the same appearance forever) and whenever I design characters i like to steer kind of minimalistic, so i often end up with making the eyes and hair the same colours because I dont want them to get too busy or overwhelming. I can't even point out specific inspos for her because it's just a very common trope (tempest, yue from atla, 5000 different ocs) but when it comes to irl influences i was inspired by Anok Yai because I'd seen her in an interview and fell in love with her + a lot of other dark skin black super models. That's the main thing with brooklyn she has to give supermodel and very put together which kind of contrasts with her personality being. Completely unhinged. Anyways I don't really reference her much anymore because Brooke's features just kind of fit very nicely with my same face syndrome but here's Anok Yai for fun ^^

[goldentigerfestival]

I know it was obvious, like duh, Flynn was referring to Yuri when he mentioned a "friend" in his Crestoria event, but hearing it confirmed from the writer himself has me feeling like a little bug stuck on its back kicking its little legs wildly trying to get right side up. Even just one tiny little confirmation of anything at all from my theory has me like an upside down bug kicking wildly.

They kept bringing up him and Yuri for a little portion of it and I just feel like a buggo that can't get up.

[yoshifawful64]

[mystiika]

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[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mlw][mdni][aged up!][college-type au][friends to more?][cute lil blurb][anal][sloppy fuck][spit down the crack][claustrophobia warning][finger-sucking][muffled][anal creampie][orgasm denial][mdom][just a lil' sumn-sumn][spit][rough sex][my beta reader is asleep][for my anon mark girlies][no plot, just porn]

"Thank God you're here." Mark hisses under his breath, slender fingers wrapping around your wrist before tugging you towards one of the random closets, and shoving you in, alongside coats and brooms.

"Play Truth or Dare with me."

The request catches you off guard, and you stare at him, upper lip curled in distaste.

"What am I, twelve?"

"No, you're my best friend and you need to do twelve year old things with me." He huffs before pursing his lips. "That didn't come out right but—"

"Why are you playing Truth or Dare anyway?" You question. "You don't like party games."

"I got roped into it! Now you need to help me or else."

"Or else what?"

"Exactly."

You let out a huff, swatting Mark in the back of his head, watching as his hands reach for the back of his scalp, brows creasing into a pinched frown.

"I'm not letting you rope me into the potential situation of putting my mouth on someone else's filthy ass, dirty ass, grimy ass mouth."

You seethe.

"That's like saying you want me to put a turd in my mouth. Because that's what'll happen."

"But you might get to put your mouth on my mouth. Isn't that better?" Mark tries to appease you, brilliant brown eyes twinkling as he looks down at you, his hands moving to rest on your shoulders, thumbs brushing against the soft skin exposed by the rather wide-neck of your T-shirt.

"A cute cat turd is still a turd, Mark." You deadpan before letting out a huff, scowling up at him.

"Fine." You hiss. "But you owe me."

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

"And we meet again."

The grin that creeps onto Mark's face is shit-eating, dimples in his cheeks popping and he leans back against the wall, arms crossing over his broad chest, and you watch the lean muscles of his arms flex. Definitely intentional.

Just like the dare to be in the closet.

"You're vagina repellent in a knitted sweater. I hope you know that."

The laugh that Mark let's out is melodious, slivers of light creep under the door and paint the wooden interior with faint light, features shadowy as Mark drops to the floor, legs extended and jeans straining against the muscles of his thighs.

It's an appealing sight.

Invincible, staring up at you through dark lashes, chocolate hued eyes locked on your form in that way that's always been too... Assessing to be friendly. And a hand wraps around your ankle, his thumb gently brushing over the tightly wound laces of your boot before gently guiding your foot to rest over his crotch. He feels the weight of your leg and you feel the weight of his gaze, boring into you.

"That was mad smooth, wasn't it?" Mark breaks the tension-ridden silence and your only answer is a snort, before you crouch down, planting yourself on his shins instead of sitting on the floorboards.

"It was, I'm not gonna lie." You concede, your thighs on either side of you, sneakers tucked on either side of your ass and your hands rest lazily on Mark's thighs.

"How long do we need to be in here?" You question with a hum, picking at the lint of his jeans, attention lowered so that you don't have to meet that million-eyed stare of his.

"15-ish minutes." Mark hums. "20 if we wanna do something."

The snort that leaves your lips has his mouth twitching into a little grin. He's always loved the way your lips curl, the way your eyes twinkle the slightest bit and the way your chest heaves when you take that breath.

"Is that you telling me you wanna do you something?" You tease with a hum, leaning forward and tugging playfully on the V-neck of his sweater vest.

There's always been a bit of a 'will-they won't-they' situation between you and Mark.

Shy gazes, and soft touches, the way your eyes would automatical crinkle at the corners whenever you'd catch sight of him and the way his jokes would automatically become more pandered towards you than anyone else.

Mark genuinely doesn't give a shit if no one else finds him funny, but as long as you do, it's a win.

Even if it's just a stupid snort that leaves you.

"Yeah." Mark's voice breaks the silence, his tongue dragging slowly across his top row of teeth, from one canine to the other. "I wanna do something."

"Shit—" You gasp, the coolness of the closet wall pressed against your cheek, hands splayed against the surface and your skirt around your waist, panties discarded to God knows where and Mark's voice is a breathy pant, his hips snapping against yours.

The burning stretch is painful, your nails nearly peeling paint from the walls before Mark's hips slow to a tantalizing grind, his hands moving from the cool surface of the wall before palming the fleshy globes of your ass, spreading the plush and looking at where your tight, furled hole sucks him in so sweetly, pulsing around his thick, weepy cock.

"Ohhhh, so fuckin' pretty."

Your gummy walls flutter when you feel that cooling glob of spit run down the crease of your ass, parting only to lubricate where Mark has you speared on his cock, hips rolling and grinding to reach the deepest crevices of your insides.

His palm collides with the jiggly flesh of your ass, and he drinks in your weak, whiny whimpers, as your hands continue to attempt to stabilize you inbetween the mindboggling thrusts that have your tongue lolling and drool trickling down your bottom lip.

Two digits force your plush lips to part, fingertips pressing against the flat of your tongue, fucking your mouth sloppily while his cock continues to fuck into you with reckless abandon.

"Where am I?" Mark huffs, one hand grasping the fat of your ass cheek with the desperation of a man dying in 20 minutes and his other fucks your mouth, fingers bullying the back of your throat until you gag, thick globs of saliva spilling from your lips with each painfully hard thrust.

"Tell me where I am." He repeats.

"M—my ass..." You whine, words muffled and eyes brimming with tears, your mascara's ruined and your lipgloss is smeared across your chin.

Mark's cock twitches, smearing precum against your sensitive walls that keep sucking him in with neediness, your cunt clenching around nothing and slick dripping down your thighs. There's nothing that makes him harder than the way your eyes flutter when he hits particularly deep, when he leans forward and gets even deeper.

He likes the way your voice deepens and you let out that groan that makes his hips stutter just a bit.

"Tell me you like it." He breathes out, smearing his saliva and spit covered hand across your features, very much ruining your makeup and you gasp shakily. "Tell me I'm doing a good job, baby. And I'll let you come."

The promise of being able to extinguish that paining burn that's been fizzing in your belly is magnetic and you don't even know when your swollen lips part to whine and mewl.

"I like— I love the way you fuck m-my ass— ...shit— you're so good at fucking me, Mark. Don't stop, please."

You sound pathetic and if you weren't so cock drunk, you'd have cringed at how weak you sound.

But your back is arched like a cat, your face is messy and your ass is being treated like a fleshlight, so you're not too capable of being a bitch.

Not when Mark's hiking up your leg, his hips speeding up in the way that has you muffling your screams, biting down onto his fingers before his hips still and you feel the way warmth fills your insides.

Cum leaks around his cock, pearly droplets forming pools at your knees and soaking into the carpet below you, and you pant weakly when Mark pulls his cock from your ass.

And he watches his snowy slick trickle out of your puckered hole, and down your slippery and neglected folds, and dripping.

It's damn near uncomfortably cramped but Mark finds his way, pushing you against the wall as lowers his head, dragging his tongue through your sodden folds, his cum coating his tongue before he spits it back at your cunt, watching the way your hole clenches.

There's nothing sexier than the way your body twitches and shakes when he eats his cum, his hands grasping your fleshy thighs so tightly that he's definitely leaving indentations. His lips find purchase, suckling at your clit and rolling his tongue against the sensitive nub, and your hips buck.

Your toes curl and you feel the way your belly burns with an oncoming orgasm.

And you feel the burn increase tenfold when Mark grabs your hand, gently easing three of your own fingers into your still abused hole, and you whine, staring at him over your shoulder.

Mark looks unapologetically feral, sucking and tongue fucking your cunt before he meets your gaze, hazy brown eyes staring at you from below long lashes.

"I never thought you'd look this pretty with your ass stuffed."

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just a little competition ⁘ xavier

·······•✦ description: The parameters are simple: — No touching in erogenous zones. — No loud noises (moans, grunts, etc.) — The loser is the first one to give in.

If Xavier wins, you must put away all your Lumiere merch, but if you win, Xavier has to wear your Lumiere outfit during sex.

Xavier is determined not to lose.

·······•✦ pairing: xavier x afab!reader ·······•✦ word count: 6.1k ·······•✦ genre: smut, porn with plot, fluff ·······•✦ general tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, Xavier Myth, Teasing, Competition, Can't Give In, Xavier is holding back, Massage, Making Out, Lingerie, Dirty Talk, Trying to get the other to break, Cosplay, Xavier in a Lumiere cosplay, Jealousy, Cunnilingus, Orgasm Edging, POV Second Person, No use of y/n, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, Marking, Clothed Sex, The Lumiere outfit stays ON, Creampie, Second Round?

·······•✦ posted on: ao3

“Are you sure you want to play, princess?” Xavier’s eyebrow is raised, and his chin is resting on his palm as he stares at you with wide, unblinking eyes. “You know that you can never resist my touch…” 

“I think I can resist just fine.” The calmness with which he speaks ignites a fire within you, and you’re determined to finally see the crack in his armor. “It’s you that I’m worried about.” 

His soft giggle wraps around you. It’s not taunting, but rather teasing, knowing that the feeling is mutual as you both seek to see the other give in and surrender control. One way or the other, it would be a hard match, but the stakes were high, and neither of you wanted to lose.

“Well, with a reward so great,” his voice borders on amused, “I know I have to win.” 

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest. “Then, should we start the game?” You ask, tilting your head in question. 

“Sure, we can start.” He shrugs. 

Immediately, you turn around, looking over your shoulder. “I just have to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” 

Before he can say anything, you leave him alone in the kitchen, his eyes following your movements. Long strides bring you to the bathroom, where you quickly change into your first weapon of the game. The sheer fabric sits pretty on your torso, showing off the lace bra and panties that accentuate your body. 

It’s just a nightgown; you’re ready to reason as you step out into the hall, seeing the peek of his bicep on the armrest of the couch. His fingers tap against the fabric, a slow rhythm as if he were anticipating what you had in store for him. 

“Oh, a surprise?” He seems genuinely taken aback, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as you stride toward him. It isn’t until you’re standing right in front of him, staring down at his big blue eyes, that you feel his hands graze the outside of your thighs. 

Just one touch is electrifying, but you’re not one to give in easily. 

His palms dance from the sides of your knees to just under the skirt of your nightgown. “Hm,” he hums, his eyes stuck on your body. “Is this all for me, princess?” 

“Yep.” You pop the ‘p.’ “All for you, baby.” 

Bending down, you notice the way his gaze moves to your cleavage, and your hands cup his cheeks. “I’m clothed, aren’t I?” After your words, you kiss his forehead, then his cheek. Cupping the back of his neck, you pressed open-mouthed kisses to his jaw. 

“Princess…” There is already strain in his voice, his fingers gripping at your thighs as if you were his lifeline. Kneading at the flesh, he allows you to kiss along his neck because he has to… He’s not losing. “You’re going to have to try harder.” He’s so relaxed despite the hitch in his breath as you suck a mark into the pale skin of his shoulder.

He feels the smile on your lips. The way your fingers card through his hair, holding him still as if he could move away, already has him aching in his pants. But he’s not giving in that easily. 

“I’ll try harder.” Standing up, you gesture to the couch. “Lie down on your chest.” 

Xavier sighs, his normally so nonchalant attitude giving way to a red flush on his cheeks and neck. The shirt he’s wearing isn’t particularly tight, so as he obeys your request, you immediately slip your hands under the fabric, your fingers massaging the tight muscles of his back. 

“Ah –” he swallows the groan, knowing that even the slightest increase in noise would cause him to lose the game. For a brief moment, he contemplates just saying game be damned, but then he thinks about him… His alter ego, whom you just seem to be so infatuated with. He couldn’t let Lumiere win. 

“What was that?” You grin, your thumbs digging into his lower back, right where his most sensitive spots are. Besides his cock and neck, his back seems to be a trigger for him that always gets him to be putty under your fingertips. 

“Nothing at – all.” His sentence is cut up, the lump in his throat growing as you straddle his thighs. 

Intense pleasure follows every one of your movements, and Xavier buries his face in the cushion of the couch. If he can just muffle his noises, force his breathing to a bare minimum, he can last. 

But you notice, your lips curling into a smirk as you tug his head up by his hair. Your lips brush against his earlobe. “Come on, baby.” Your teeth nip at his skin, eliciting a gasp from your boyfriend. “I wanna hear you. Hear how good I’m making you feel.”

“No.” He says simply, denying himself the outright pleasure of telling you how amazing your hands feel on his back, your fingers through his hair. He’s denying himself the simple admission of how much more he needs, giving in to your little game and losing. 

No. Not going to happen.

“I won’t tell you how much of a good girl you are for me.” Your heart begins to race, and just like you know how to get him to fold, he knows exactly the same. With your hand moving down his neck, tracing the curve of his spine, he continues. “Or how much I wish I were turned around so you could grind onto my lap.” 

Deep red colors your cheeks, and you sit up, your hands still gripping his waist. Your thumbs slowly stroke his skin, as if contemplating what to do next. No matter what, though, you’re determined to watch him lose. The realization in his face when he slips up, his eyes wide and lips parted. You crave it, and you’ll do whatever it takes. 

“Then I won’t tell you how I touched myself last night.” His whole body goes rigid, and he takes slow breaths to calm down. You’re lying, but he was gone on a mission last night, so he has no way of knowing. “How I imagined your hands on me as I buried two fingers in my pussy.” 

“I’m sure my fingers weren’t enough, were they?” He says it so casually, like you aren’t just talking about you fucking yourself on your fingers. “I bet you whined so loud for my cock, because nothing can compare.” 

The words send a shiver down your spine, but you swallow and shake it off. It’s just some words, you think. Yet, even thinking about having to get yourself off without him raises your body temperature just a bit. 

“I actually think I should get a dildo for when you’re away.” As you talk, your hands rub along his back, finding the tense muscles and working them out. Small sighs leave him, but he makes sure to zip up when he feels a wanton grunt or groan of defeat ready to leave his parted lips. “I’ll even name it Lumiere.” 

Xavier pauses, his fists clenching just enough for you to notice. Slowly, very slowly, you’re chipping away at his resolve, but it would take more to finally see him crack under the weight of your challenges. 

He’s quick. Lightning fast when he shifts out of your grip, sitting up on the couch with cheeks a deep red and eyebrows furrowed. You think, for a very brief moment, that he’s going to give in that easily, but it’s replaced by a quiet yelp when he reaches over, hands planting on your waist, and brings you to sit in his lap. 

You’re careful not to sit directly on him, because that would mean breaking the rules, but your ass rests right on his thighs. They tense under your weight, and you chew on your bottom lip at the slight friction of your panties on your growing arousal. 

“Careful, Xavier…” You coo, smirking at him. “That area is off limits.” 

“Oh, I know.” His large hands cup your hips, grip tight and nearly bruising as he takes in the full view of your outfit. He was too preoccupied with the rules, making sure he definitely didn’t break them and lose to that man… “Just want to look at you when you talk about him again.” 

“Lumiere?” Your voice is saccharine sweet, taunting him into a reaction, yet he remains as still as a statue. “I think that’s a much more moanable name than Xavier.” 

Your hip bones are under assault by his thumbs, pressing into them in a way that bubbles a whimper in your throat. He’s silent, letting your statement sink in before putting on the facade of indifference. 

“I think you sound really pretty when you moan my name.” It’s almost as if a robot is saying it, almost devoid of emotion. But you know him too well. His sentence is cut up by a gulp, nearly imperceptible if your hands weren’t sitting on his biceps and you weren’t so in tune with his reactions. “Especially with your face down in the pillow... All muffled but still loud enough for the neighbors to know who’s making you cum so hard.” 

The way he says it brings back memories, and you can almost feel his hand kneading the flesh of your ass as his pelvis slapped against the backs of your thighs. The sheets were irreparably ruined, with spit, tears and cum staining nearly every inch. That night was electric, and you almost find yourself leaning closer to connect your lips. 

But you’re not giving in. No. You are going to see him cave. If anything, you determined just to see him lose. Yes, winning would be great. But more than anything, you want to see him snap. 

“I disagree.” Your hands move up and down his arms, feeling the way his muscles flex under your digits. He’s so hot, you think. Everything about him is attractive, but it’s the quiet confidence that is seemingly affected by anything you say to him that litters your skin with goosebumps. “I’m going to moan Lumiere’s name when you lose.” 

His eyebrows set in a hard line, lips curling into a frown. Even the thought makes his chest tighten, eyes hardening just enough that you shiver slightly. There’s a depth in his gaze that tells you he’s almost there, fighting between wanting to show you how much better he is than Lumiere and the knowledge that if he wins, all of your godforsaken merch goes away from his sight. 

Out of sight, out of mind…

His Adam’s apple bobs, and he shakes his head. “I’m not going to lose, princess.” The tone of his voice lowers. One of his hands traces your spine over the sheer nightgown. “You don’t know how sexy you are right now.” 

A new approach. Interesting, but you’re confident you can –

“Even in my dreams, I think about fucking you dumb.” It’s said as a whisper, and you freeze in his lap, your grip dropping to the sides of his torso. He leans forward, just enough so you can feel the breeze of his breath as he keeps going. “Watching you drool on the sheets, and only hearing my name from those pretty lips.” 

His eyes lock onto your lips, and heat rises. The tension between you is pulled taut, threatening to snap. But almost as soon as he stops talking, you cup his jaw. With an aura of dominance, you tilt his head up, your thumb ghosting over his Adam’s apple.

“I think next time we fuck,” your lewd words shoot straight to his cock, the deep dark color of your eyes piercing right through him as his cheeks burn. “We should film it.” 

Xavier’s heart nearly stops, and you see the wheels turning in his head. Lumiere, Lumiere, Lumiere… He repeats over and over, his jealousy still iron clad in not giving in, but he sees the soft color of your lips, knowing that all he has to do is close the short distance.

“Then,” you continue, “we can watch it back together, and I can jerk you off while you watch me get filled to the brim with your cum.” A soft brush of your nose against his, your fingers gripping onto his shoulders. “I know how much you love filling me up, right?” 

He lets out a huff of breath, closing his eyes as you scratch the nape of his neck, your grip switching to his hair. Something about the mental image, the feeling of your hands on him, the warmth of your skin through the sheer fabric. 

Xavier snaps. 

His lips are crashing onto yours before you can figure out what happened. Puzzle pieces finally finding their right match, the way he can tilt his head and find the perfect angle to engulf your entire being with him. 

He tugs you closer, your hips sitting right on top of his, and you feel his hard bulge underneath you. Throbbing and needy, he plants his palms on your bare skin under your nightgown, his deep breaths being swallowed by your mouth when he traces your bottom lip with his tongue. 

Of course, you let him in, but not before pulling back with a smirk. 

“I – win.” You pant, unable to get the words out before he holds onto the nape of your neck, bringing you back to him. 

“F – uck,” is all he can manage, the overwhelming ache in his chest knowing he lost, he let himself get out of control, is still there, but when he hears your gentle whimpers and feels your touch surrounding him, he couldn’t care less. 

Your chuckle is swallowed by him, his tongue tracing the edge of your teeth. Every atom of your body shudders when he growls, your hair threaded through his digits in an attempt to just get you to stay still. 

Hands cup his jaw, your heart racing in elation, but also a deep-seated need at seeing him so desperate for you. So much so that he gave up the victory just to kiss you. But he’s always been like that. He just didn’t show it. Deep down, he craved you with every fiber of his being, but his usual gentle and calming nature overrode any feral actions on his end.

All his thoughts stop as you kiss him with even more fervor. Like it’s taking everything in you just to pull away with a gasp, too caught up in each other to even worry about the breath leaving your lungs in short gasps. 

With eyes locked, you feel the desire flooding in him, his fingers thread through your hair, slender digits twisting through the locks in a tight enough grip to keep you right where he wants you, but not hurt you. His thumb brushes the shell of your ear, and a moment of softness passes between you before he nuzzles the tip of his nose with yours. 

“You know just how to push my buttons, huh?” His deep voice vibrates through his chest, and in the close proximity, you can hear the mix of desperation and frustration that he lost. It’s a foreign sight, seeing him so worked up that his blue irises darken into an incoming storm on the horizon. 

Xavier is distracted, mostly by the haze in your eyes, or even the slight curve of a smirk that you wear so prettily. But a small part is also focused on the tip of your tongue as it darts out to wet your lower lip. He knows he’s so far gone in your essence, craving every part of you, that he doesn’t care about the inevitable of wearing that god-forsaken outfit during any intimate moment you wish. 

“Mhm,” the grin you have is cocky, almost as if you are proud of the fact that you have him wrapped around your finger, ready to give in at just a bit of teasing. “But you love it.” 

He rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face betrays his feelings. Of course, he loves it. Nothing is hotter than seeing you reduce him to a mess, even though he can turn it at the drop of a hat. 

You like to think you always have the upper hand, but Xavier always comes out on top. His grip muses your hair, the other sliding along your waist as he bucks his hips up. It’s a languid motion, and in a single breath, he connects your lips once more. 

Your tongues naturally find each other, twisting and turning in a slow dance. There’s no rush. Xavier can take his time exploring you while feeling every muscle in your thigh twitch. Every sense is full of him, and for a moment, you can barely discern where you end and he begins. 

But that’s part of the fun. 

Grunts of pleasure echo in your mouth, and you respond with whimpers of your own. It’s your own language of just noises that you can decipher with ease from how well you know your boyfriend. In turn, he can tell by the hitch in your whimper, the way you press even further into him, and your hands move in a line from his chest to his neck, that you feel the same way as him. 

A hint of slow adoration paired with an intense need to show you how much he loves you. 

You know.

He sits back just enough to speak, not wanting his lips to be far from your own but needing the space to get his thoughts out. “Princess,” he groans, kissing you quickly as if he can’t get enough, “you don’t know what you do to me.” 

A giggle escapes you, and your eyes are focused on the drunk flush of his cheeks and the haze of darkness in his gaze. “Oh, I know.” You hum, your fingers interlocking behind his neck. “Or at least, I think I know.” 

“No,” Xavier shakes his head, his hair moving along with it. “You don’t know.” He sucks in a breath, suddenly not even able to breathe properly in your presence. The competition isn’t even in his mind; all he can focus on is you, you, you. “I will never get enough of you.” 

“Hm,” another hum, and your smirk morphs to a gentle smile. “I can say the same thing, Xavi.” 

“But,” your eyebrows raise, the rich color of your eyes giving way to a bright joy. “You lost the game.” Xavier frowns, but you keep going. “So you know what that means.” 

“Don’t say it.” 

“I need to get my Lumiere costume out of the closet.” Your fingers wrap around his wrist, and in a swift movement, you wiggle out of his grasp and pull him in the direction of your shared bedroom. 

His eyes are trained on your hips, the sway being all too enticing that he has to have you back in his grasp. Arms wrap around your waist, and his chest meets your back before you can even make it to the threshold of your room. 

Labored breaths drift along your neck, fully exposed by the thin straps of your sheer nightgown. A low groan comes from him, and his hips grind against the swell of your ass just to make sure you know how hard he is. You know. You’ve known since the moment you moved to sit on his thighs. The strain in the fabric of his sweatpants is hard to miss, and it’s even harder when he guides you back against him, pinning you up against the wall. 

“Xavier.” You groan as the flat of his palm rests on your lower abdomen. He’s so warm, and you want so badly to indulge, but this is supposed to be a punishment. He lost. “We need to get to the bedroom.” 

“We’ll get there… eventually.” His warm lips dance across your shoulder, and he nearly growls out the words as he continues the slow grinding. 

Your voice hums with disapproval, and he lets you go with a huff when you pull a little harder at his wrists. He would never trap you if you didn’t want it, but god, is it impossible to resist the way you turn and drag him further toward the room. 

It isn’t until you’re standing in front of your side of the closet, digging into the corner and whipping out the outfit in a flash of white and blue, that Xavier sighs. As if his nightmare is finally becoming a reality, he slumps against the edge of the bed, his eyes hazing over with an innocence you’ve seen before when he pretends not to know something. 

“Wait,” he says softly, his eyelashes framing his pretty blue eyes as he blinks, “I really lost…”

“Mhm,” you nod, holding it out for him to weakly grab onto the handle of the hanger. “If I remember correctly, you kissed me first. Thus, you lost the competition.” A proud smile curls at your lips as he stands, walking toward the bathroom with a dejected hang of his head. 

“Fine, fine.” He huffs as he walks, the door closing with a click. 

It doesn’t take long for him to emerge from the bathroom once more, his cheeks flushed beneath the beautiful mask on the top half of his face. It’s obvious that he hates it, his hands playing with the light blue lapel that crosses over a sharp silver chest. But there’s also a bit of depth in his walk when he sees the way your thighs clench together.

The shoulders are filled out so well, maybe a bit too well, that you force yourself to take a breath and admire that he’s actually doing this for you. Yes, he lost. And yes, this is his punishment. But if he truly didn’t want to do it, he didn’t have to. 

“Enjoying the view?” He sulks, standing at the edge of the bed and staring down at your frame. The sheer nightgown still sits on your skin, and he can see the rise and fall of your chest. “I think you are, princess.” 

“Of course I am.” You playfully roll your eyes, reaching a hand up toward him to pull him down. The raised bumps of his mask darken the shadows over his blue eyes, painting them like an ocean with rising tides, ready to drown you in the surf. “My hot boyfriend is wearing my other hot boyfriend’s outfit?” 

You can’t see it, but his eyebrows crease together. He sets his hands on your waist, kneading your sides softly as he is rendered to silence for a moment. Something swims deep in his vision, and it’s impossible to put your finger on.

“Since I already lost, does that mean I can touch you now?” The deep timbre of his voice catches you off guard, but it’s quickly replaced by a rising flush across your chest. Under the soft purple sheer, your thighs threaten to clench around his hips, and your nipples harden behind the cups of your bra. 

“Yeah–”

All other words are cut off by his lips meeting yours. It’s a bruising kiss that is all passion, with the usual undertone of intimacy that Xavier shows in all of his actions. With his tongue tracing your bottom lip, his hands push up the edge of your nightgown, exposing the expanse of your stomach and up over your bra-clad breasts. 

His grunts echo in your mouth, swallowed by the back of your throat, and you respond with a whimper of your own. It’s desperate, just like the way he palms the cups of your bra and his hips slowly grind down onto the wet patch of your panties. 

Only when he presses open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and to the long line of your neck do you hear his voice. “Mine,” he hums, the tip of his mask dragging across your skin. “All mine.” 

The possessive words strike a chord, forcing groans and whimpers to fall from your parted lips. When paired with the slow grinding of his bulging pants to your rapidly soaking panties… It’s heaven on earth. 

But you still want the chance to tease him, so as he tugs off your nightgown, you pull him down for another kiss. Your palm cups the bulge in his pants, and as you sit back against the pillow, you meet his desperate expression with a smirk. 

“You’re so hard, Lumiere.” 

The name sets him off, his eyes widening just enough for you to notice as well as the vice-like grip on your waist. Fingers wrap around your wrist, wrenching your touch away from him and placing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. 

His eyes are dark, a hunger in them unlike any other as he slowly kisses up your arm. Without taking his gaze off of you, his lips worship your body as if you didn’t just say his name, as if he's reminding you that he is Xavier, even though he’s wearing that stupid outfit. 

“Do you want to try that again?” One of his eyebrows shifts up, his mouth next to your ear as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your panties. A simple and swift tug and the undergarmet is cast aside to the floor, his thumb rubbing along your folds while he sucks a mark into the side of your neck.

“Xav–” His name is cut off with a whimper, the pleasurable pain coursing through you from both his light caress of your clit and the sting of his mark in your skin. 

“Good girl.” He whispers, reaching around with his other hand and expertly unclasping your bra. After so many times of practice on you, it comes to him with measured ease. 

When he settles between your thighs, his hands holding onto the flesh in an attempt to stop you from closing them around his head, he speaks again, his voice calm yet full of intense desire. “Who is it that’s marking you right now, princess?” A loud noise echoes as he sucks a light mark into your thigh. 

“Is it Lumiere?” Even the name rolling off his tongue is tinged with jealousy and annoyance, but also a hint of tease, his teeth nipping right below where you really need him. 

A shake of your head answers him, but it’s not satisfactory. “No, no.” Xavier tuts his tongue, a light kiss being placed on the hood of your clit. “I want words, princess.” His thumbs part your folds, exposing the fluttering ring of muscle. “Who is marking you?”

Once he sucks another mark into the inside of your other thigh, you catch your breath. “You.” You gasp, your fingers threading through his hair as he licks a stripe from your entrance to your already throbbing clit. “F – fuck… You, Xavier.” Your words are stuttered between gasps, fingers tightening in his hair and despite the bottom half of his face being obscured by your pussy, you can see the smile that forms. 

“That’s right.” His lips wrap around your bundle of nerves, sucking harshly and listening to the sharp moan of his name that slips from your lips. “It’s me, princess.” The whisper fans out over your dripping pussy. “I want you to look at these marks and know it’s me that made them, not Lumiere.”

As he delves back into your heat, the silver adornments of the mask are the only thing you can see, along with the striking blue of his eyes that refuse to leave yours. His tongue dips inside, tasting your essence while his nose tickles your pulsing clit. After having done this so many times, he knows exactly what to do and how to prolong your pleasure. 

“Ah!” You moan, your hips bucking up against his face, grinding down and taking just what you want. His name falls from your lips, and it’s exactly what he wants to hear as heat rushes through your entire body. It’s addicting to hear each sound of his name, and he thinks that there can’t be anything prettier than your hooded eyes and soft cheeks that watch him like a hawk. 

Maybe the second prettiest thing, compared to the way your eyes widen, and a desperate whimper comes as he sits back up on his knees. Just as quickly as the coil is pulling taut, your body responding in turn to his mouth with just as much need as always, it’s released without any satisfaction. 

Xavier’s hands card through your hair to hold you in place as he kisses you with even more fervor. You can taste your essence on his tongue, and the ruined orgasm pulses through you, only adding to your heightened senses. 

He doesn’t often just stop, especially not when he’s face deep in your pussy, but with the jealousy swimming in his eyes and the grip on your hair and hip, he’s delving into another part of himself. It’s a part that is a bit more intense, a bit more overwhelming, but it’s interesting to play into that side of him.

The soft groans are pressed to your lips, and it takes him a moment to pull away. His wrist is caught by your hand, and you pout up at him with a sadistic smirk that causes his cock to twitch in his pants. 

“Keep it on.” You say, knowing it was still his punishment, and also finding him extremely hot dressed in that outfit. “Please?” 

Xavier smirks, his eyes blinking slowly behind the mask, before his fingers pop the button of his pants, pushing both that and his briefs down enough for his length to spring out. The tip is an angry red, skin pulled taut as the blood pumps straight down. A drop of precum drips from his slit onto your mound. The weight of his arousal rests right on your abdomen, reminding you just how deep he’s going to go. 

“Only because you asked nicely.” His hand steadies himself, the other gripping onto the inside of your thigh to keep you spread for him. Loud squelching comes from below, and he taps the tip of his cock onto onto the wetness of your folds. “And you look so beautiful underneath me.” 

The head of his cock slips inside, and you bite at your bottom lip with each inch that stretches you out. It isn’t painful, especially after having had him inside you too many times to count. It’s like he’s moulded you to his shape, always able to accommodate him and his length until he’s nestled right up against your most sensitive spot. 

“Good girl.” He soothes, kissing your cheek, then your jaw, and then your neck. “Taking me so well.” 

The first few thrusts are slow, and you can feel the slick accumulating both beneath you and onto the fabric of his pants. Your legs wrap around him, tempting him to move just a bit faster, if the whimpered “faster” isn’t enough to give him the hint. 

As he picks up the pace, all you can focus on is the grunts and groans of the man above you paired with the drag of his cock along your walls. You can feel every pulsing vein, every inch of his thickness that doesn’t stretch you out too much, but it’s the perfect girth to tighten the coil inside you. 

“Xavier – fu– so good.” You pant, your hands wrapping around his neck and pulling him up to connect your lips once again. It’s hot, and barely even a kiss. It’s just a clash of mouths and a swallowing of noises as the clapping of his balls on your ass overtake any words you could utter. 

“Mhm,” he hums, one of his hands palming your breast while the other expertly finds your bundle of nerves. It wrenches a whine that borders on a scream at the sharp increase in white hot pleasure thrumming through your veins. 

His thumb flicks across your nipple, sending shockwaves across every inch of your skin, filling the expanse with goosebumps. The pebbled nub hardens even more, and all three sensations combined feel like you’re drowning in lava. It’s pulsing and throbbing, yet you can’t get enough. 

“Fu–ck… Princess.” He breathes out, his thumb quickening its touch on your clit. It’s a push and pull. With each time he is flush against your pelvis, his digit adds just a bit more pressure, alternating from slow strokes to quick presses in quick succession to the pistoning of his length inside your heat. 

“God… Oh – my god. Xavier–” Everything seems heightened, and as the silver of his mask glitters in the light of your lamp, you see the part of Xavier in his eyes. He’s feral, but he also makes sure that he doesn’t grip you too hard, nor does he abuse your cervix with his length.

“Keep going, princess.” Xavier grunts, the silver hair falling just above the edge of his mask. Some of it sticks to his forehead, but his hands are full, so he let’s the sweat soak him, dripping down the side of his face as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. “Say my – fuck – name again.” 

“Xavier–” his name comes in whimpers. It’s uttered over and over, as the coil inside you is pulled impossibly tighter in your lower abdomen. It’s said like you’re praying, begging for something that you know he will give you. 

Xavier grunts again, his lips finding yours in small kisses that add to the intense passion in the moment. He tries to speak, but the words are lost with each time you clench around him. You’re so tight, strangling him with each sheath of his length inside you, but he will never get enough. 

Heat settles on your skin, and your fingers tug at the hair on the nape of his neck. A soft moan comes from him, and as the backs of your feet rest on his lower back, he slows his thrusts down into a deep grinding. 

You can feel all of him, every tantalizing inch of pleasure that rockets through you. The only thing you can manage is his name, but he loves it by the way his cock twitches inside you with each whimper. 

What pushes you over the edge is when the hand on your breast drags down your front, his palm pushing down on your lower abdomen so he can feel the outline of his cockhead through your stomach. He’s always loved doing that because it sends shudders of intensity through both of you. 

“Fu–Xavier!” His name is screamed to the heavens, face buried in his shoulder as your high washes over you in white hot waves. It’s like you’re drowning, the breath being stolen from your lungs, and your heart beating so quickly that it threatens to erupt out of your chest. 

Xavier utters your name in a grunt as he feels you reach your peak. The thrusts slow, still grinding deep and dragging out your pleasure into one of ebbing overstimulation. It isn’t until the very end of your orgasm that you feel him twitch inside you. 

Spurts of cum drench your walls, and Xavier holds you still as he fills you up with every last drop he has. He never wants to waste anything, wanting to stay deep inside you for hours after if you let him.

Silence sits between you as Xavier looks you in the eyes. Both of you are breathing heavy, warm air mixing between you as sweat soaks into the strands of hair at the nape of your neck. 

“Xavier.” You start, brushing his silver hair back from his forehead before taking the mask off. His cheekbones are painted pink, and you bring him down for a gentle kiss. “That was amazing. Thank you.” 

“Well, I lost.” He says simply, nose nuzzling against yours as he traces circles into your waist with his thumb. 

“But you didn’t have to.” 

“Do you…” He stops for a moment, teeth tugging at his bottom lip. “Do you really like him more than me?” 

For a moment, you think it’s silly that he’s so jealous of himself, but then you realize that it’s his persona. Sure, it’s him, but it’s also a different aspect of his personality. No, you don’t like Lumiere more. So you shake your head.

“Of course not.” You kiss him again, cupping his jaw and caressing the side of his neck. “I like Lumiere, but I love Xavier.” 

The tips of his ears deepen an even darker red as he chuckles, kissing you once more as if he couldn’t get enough. He really can’t. He could kiss you for eternity and never get tired of it. 

“Good.” He nods, his eyes trailing down your body until he lands on the place you’re still so intimately connected. Arousal courses through him, and he slowly resumes the grind of his hips against you. 

“Can I take this off then and go another round?” 

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Mutual Hatred - m. sturniolo

brother's bsf!matt x nate's little sister!reader

Warnings : 18+ ⋆ smut w/ plot ⋆ age gap (18 - 22) ⋆ cursing (a whole lotta fucks) ⋆ dom!matt ⋆ mean!matt ⋆ brat!reader ⋆ sub!reader ⋆ masturbation ⋆ phone sex? ⋆ underage drinking (big no no!!) ⋆ p in v no protection (wrap it before you tap it!!) ⋆ virginity loss ⋆ mirror sex ⋆ hate sex? ⋆ spanking ⋆ slight choking ⋆ degrading and slight praising ⋆ usage of "slut", "whore", "bitch", "brat", "baby" + more

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Synopsis : You love your brother, Nate, but for the life of you, you just can't stand one of his best friends, Matt. But when Matt (accidentally?) sends you something he shouldn't, things get pretty tense and questions start to bubble. Just keep it to yourself, no biggie– At least that is until you tag along to a party, and a simple little party game pulls you both into a situation neither of you had expected.

If the two of you were twins, you would’ve been absolutely unstoppable. But alas, a three-year difference was what you had to settle for. Regardless, that never put a strain on you and Nate’s friendship, a bond between a brother and a sister, greater than anyone could ever know.

He’d looked after you when you were little, took care of anyone who even thought to bully you, and even in high school, he never dropped you for his friends, never left you in the dust. He practically went out of his way to include you in anything.

Of course, this did lead to you hanging out with his group of friends more than your own, his being practically family whilst yours was loosely knitted together only during school hours. But that was ok, his friends were nice to you.

Yes, of course there were times you were picked on, times you were mockingly babied, but that was expected with you being younger than them all. You’d gotten used to it, nothing new, nothing different. 

But there was one of his friends that really got under your skin, really grinded your gears, just– ultimately pissed you off; Matt. How could he be a triplet yet be so utterly different from his brothers? Especially in how each of them treated you.

Nick was the perfect guy to gossip with, “can I be mean for a second?” becoming one of your guys’ common phrases at this point anytime you two got the chance to hang out.

Chris was energetic as hell and just a pure goofball, making it feel like the two of you were the youngest of the group, even though he was just as old as the rest of them.

But Matt? You two just seemed to have a deep seated, mutual hatred for one another, this distaste for each other. Every time he bit, you bit back, snarky remarks, backhanded comments, sometimes just downright insults, but that was only reserved for when Nate wasn't around, or else Matt would be a dead man.

You'd been laying in bed after a long day of tagging along with Nate and his friends around town, getting to be in one of their videos since it was a pretty packed day and served for some worthy content. Of course, the day didn't go without your regular banter with Matt, definitely causing some footage to be ruined with how mean you two were being.

Your thumb scrolled through your feed, passing by pictures and reels, random posts and content, when suddenly you'd gotten a notification... from Matt, of all people. You furrowed your eyebrows, letting the dropdown message linger for just a moment before it shot back up as if it was never there.

You should've just left it, it was Matt, what the hell would it matter what he sent you. It was probably something stupid just to get on your nerves, or some idiotic message that was certain to just piss you off. But the fact that it was an attachment rather than a text had your mind filling with curiosity that you couldn't help but follow.

Pulling your notifications back down, you let out a soft breath before clicking on his message, preparing yourself for something stupid... but nothing could've prepared you for what came up on your screen. Your eyes widened at the sight that came up, a chill of surprise rushing up your spine, and you nearly shot up from your bed at what you were seeing right now.

A heated blush crept up your neck, dusting your cheeks and the tips of your ears, as you stared at your phone like a deer caught in headlights. Matt's dick was on your screen. A full blown, set up and everything, dick pic right in your messages— no, actually, not just a dick pic, that was a whole ass video.

What was he doing? Did he mean to send it to you? Was that actually his? Was he playing some fucked up prank on you? Why the hell did you even have his number saved?

Your mind filled with question after question, thoughts racing through your head, but, for some god damn reason, you couldn't pull your eyes away from it. You studied the way his hand wrapped around the base, the way it curved just slightly upward, the was it faded into a deep pink that ended in a leaking tip, pre-cum glistening just in the picture of the video alone.

Your thumb hovered over the play button, slightly shaking a bit as you hesitated. No, you shouldn't watch this. It clearly wasn't meant for you, it's an invasion of his privacy if you do, even if you hated his guts... but no one would know. You're all alone in your bedroom, no one else to see nor hear anything.

Just you and your phone that held a life altering video simply at the press of a button.

One, two, three more seconds passed by before the pad of your thumb made contact with your screen, audio starting to play through your phone speaker as the video stayed on the back camera.

From the flash on his phone, you could see the lower half of his body, his shirt slightly ridden up on his midriff and his sweats tugged down over his hips, as he lay in his bed, bathed in a blue hue from his LED lights.

"Fuck, baby.. got me all hard n' shit.." Matt's hushed voice rang through the speaker, washing over you in a way it never had before, despite your many years of equating his voice to the noise of nails against a chalkboard.

Free hand wrapped around his thick cock, you watched as he gave it a few slow tugs, his groans floating through the speaker and making your body shiver with desire, thighs pressing together under the comfort of your blanket.

"Wish you were here, sucking this dick.." He spoke once more, his hand slowly stroking up to the head of his cock before he let out a low hiss, his thumb teasing his leaking tip, drawing slow circles, before stroking back down to the base. "Just imagining your pretty lips wrapped around me's got me all messy.."

Even though you knew, deep down, this wasn't meant for you, a total mistake on his part for sending it.. you let yourself believe he was talking about you, to you.

As he pumped his cock with a steady pace, you let yourself believe he was imagining you, your pretty eyes looking up at him so innocently as you'd take his thick shaft in your mouth, letting your pink, glossy lips wrap around it and swallow as much as you could—

Fuck— no way you were thinking like this, imagine this shit with Matt, out of all people— but as you felt that aching burn between your thighs, that feeling that started sparks anytime you pressed your thighs together, all dignity was thrown out the god damn window.

You held your phone right at your chest level in your left hand, eyes trained on the video as your free hand slowly, almost tentatively, traveled down, gripping and tossing your blanket off to reveal your lower half, clad in only your panties to pair with your baggy nighttime shirt. You mentally cursed at yourself as you let your hand slide underneath your panties, but as your fingers glided through your slick folds, you couldn't give a fuck less what you were doing.

"Shit, baby– just thinkin' about that sweet pussy's gonna make me cum," Matt groaned through the speaker, making you bite your lip as you sunk two fingers into your soaked cunt, slowly pumping them in time with Matt's strokes in the video. This was so fucking stupid... but it felt so good.

A soft moan slipped from your lips in time with a muffled noise on his end, fingers starting to pick up pace a bit as his strokes quickened a little. "Bet you're touching yourself right now, huh baby?" Matt teased from the video, making your cheeks heat up once more in embarrassment. Even though this was a video, it still felt as if he was really talking to you, as if he knew you yourself had your fingers moving inside you, imagining it was him instead.

Fuck, that tore a needy moan from your lips, thinking about him above you, pinning you to your bed and letting his fingers control your pleasure, or better yet, feeling him stuff that thick cock in your pussy. Fucking hell– your past self from just a mere couple of hours ago would be utterly disgusted with you, but you couldn't care less right now.

"That fuckin' pussy would be grippin' me so tight right now, shit–" He groaned as you watched him squeeze his cock on each upstroke, making your cunt clench around your fingers in shared time.

Though, for some reason, a petty, jealous voice rang in the back of your head, reminding you that this was meant for someone else, a different girl who got to see Matt like this, in all his non-shitty glory. It twisted your stomach, yet added to the pleasure as you pumped your fingers faster.

He could do so much better with you, no matter who the girl was. You knew how to push his buttons, how to piss him off and make him fight the urge constantly to fucking strangle you for it. Fuck– his hands around your throat, pressing just right–

"Mm– fuck baby, y' gonna make me cum," His breathy voice came through once more, mixing in with your thoughts and doubling the stimulations that had your body nearly trembling with pleasure.

"Fuck–" You muttered out, biting your lip as you felt that burning heat low in your tummy, your hips involuntarily rocking up against your palm to stimulate your clit, a whine falling from your parted lips as your eye fluttered whilst watching him fuck up into his fist.

"Fuckin' cum with me baby, c'mon.." He demanded with a breathy voice, his voice clearly coming through his clenched teeth now as you both were climbing to that glorious high.

"Matt– s-shit—" You panted, too lost in the pleasure to even realize his name had left your mouth. You tried so hard to keep your eyes on your phone, wanting to watch him come undone in time with you, your thighs starting to tremble as that pleasure built and built–

"Shiiit–" A pleasured moan poured from the speaker as you watched thick, white spurts of cum shoot from Matt's tip and drip down over his fingers, your eyes flying shut just second after, as you felt your own orgasm crash over you.

A gasp fell from your bitten lips, your body practically seizing as the pleasure washed over you in tidal waves, gushing around your fingers as you rutted against your palm, chasing that high. Your vision became white, your ear muffling noises, and your body trembling before you finally came back down, breathy pants leaving you as your chest heaved.

You hardly even registered what Matt said at the end before the video ended, your phone dimming as it slipped from your hand and onto your chest. Your eyes fluttered as you looked up at your starry ceiling, a soft purple glow covering your room from your lights.

You groaned softly as you finally, yet slowly, slid your fingers out of your cunt, the pleasure and desire that once resided in your stomach now turned and twisted into guilt, near regret, and mostly disbelief.

Holy shit. You just did that.

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A yawn rang from Nate's open mouth as he stretched, making his way into the kitchen where you were already, sitting at the counter with a bowl of cereal in front of you, slow bites taken as you swiped through your feed, just like you did every morning.

But a nagging voice filled your thoughts, making your body tense as you glanced up at your brother, watching him turn to open one of the cabinets in search of his own breakfast. What if he found out? Would he cut ties with Matt? Would he be mad at you?

He'd do practically anything to protect you, but you also knew his friendship with the triplets was like a brotherhood at this point. Either way, a bond would be demolished, and you didn't want either to happen.

"You good?" Nate's voice pulled you from your thoughts, making your eyes glance up to his finally after having zeroed in on a spot near the edge of the counter, your posture straightening up a bit

"Uh– Yeah, yeah just.. tired, I guess," You weren't exactly lying to him, you were still tired, but maybe the whole fact that you had stayed up, having a near existential crisis for 30 minutes over getting off to your brother's best friend, was the reasoning in that.

Thankfully, Nate didn't dig any further, either believing you and moving on, or too tired to try and pry, just giving a nod and a hum. Either way, you mentally thanked him tremendously. You brought your spoon back to your mouth, eating another bite of cereal before Nate spoke up once more.

"Hey, so," Your body tensed up, watching as his palms pressed against the counter, his body leaning against it as he looked at you. Could he tell? Did he know already? Fuck fuck fuck– "There's gonna be this huge party tonight, the guys invited me and everything, and I just wanted to see if you wanted to tag along?"

Part of you sighed deeply inside, nearly wanting to kick yourself from how your nerves were getting to you, it was fine, you were fine. The other part of you perked up, physically, your eyebrows raising at your older brother's offer. A party? Like, a genuine, drinks and music and all that shit, party?

Nate had only ever limited you with parties, which was fair, you were too young for them, and most of the time could've ended up with you getting lost in seconds. But you were 18 now, old enough to start having fun and being trusted not to end up leaving with some rando.

"Really?" You asked, mouth still full of cereal, making Nate chuckle before nodding, lifting himself up a bit.

"Yeah, really," He assured you, removing his hands from the counter and crossing his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow at you in curiosity of what your answer would be. "So? Wanna go or what?"

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Saturday night, 10:00 pm, and Nate pulled up to the lively house with you in passenger, his hand shifting the car into park before taking out the keys.

Your eyes surveyed what you could see only from here, party lights making the house practically glow, nearly taking away from the fact this house was in a rich rich neighborhood, the view of a pool in the background peaking out from behind the house.

You nearly jumped as Nate touched your shoulder, his eyes a little concerned as you turned to look at him, a nervous smile on his lips. "You sure you're ok, jumpy?" He teased a little, making you smile back and loosen your tensed body just a bit.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good, just– adrenaline and nerves starting to pump in is all, first time jitters I guess," You admitted to your brother, watching as his concern and worry quickly shifted into pride and excitement for you, his hand rubbing your shoulder like he always did to help calm your nerves.

"You'll have fun, don't worry, shit's always scary the first time around," He comforted you, making your nerves wash away with ease before you nodded, smiling at him.

"Ok, I'm ready." He smiled bright and patted the steering wheel with enthusiasm at your confidence.

"Hell yeah, let's do this!" He cheered, making you giggle as the two of you stepped out of his car, the cool night breeze hitting your bare legs and arms in your black skirt and golden white, silk top, the fabric perfectly loose and ruffled across your chest.

Music poured from the open front door as you and Nate made your way up the path, Nate stepping into the party first with you right behind him. Your senses filled with the loud music and conversations all around you, the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, perfumes and colognes, all meshing together in an oddly satisfying way.

You hardly even realized Nate had instantly found his friends until he'd given you a quick heads-up of where he was going before he made his way away from you. The nerves sank back in as you looked around the bustling party, biting your glossy bottom lip, your fingers fidgeting with the bracelet you sported with your outfit.

Your feet finally let you move from your spot, snaking your way through people as you spotted what looked to be the kitchen, drinks and snacks displayed for the partygoers. You could really use some water right now.

You let out a sigh as you stepped into the kitchen, spotting the water and grabbing one, but as you went to open the bottle, your peace was shattered by a familiar voice.

"The fuck?" You turned your head to see him, in all his shitty fucking, annoying glory; Matt. You felt your stomach free fall as memories of last night flashed through your mind. Be cool, don't let him know.

Your brows began to furrow as he looked you up and down with a judging eyes, a few of his friends around him still conversing, before nodding towards you. "Who the hell let you come over?" He harshly asked, to which you rolled your eyes at.

"Nate. Who else, dipshit?" You retaliated, noticing the way his grip on his red solo cup tightened ever so slightly before he pushed himself off of the counter he previously leaned on.

You watched him walk up to you, your breath hitching just a bit as he got up in your face with dark, glaring eyes, causing you to step back just a bit before your back touched the edge of the counter. His frame practically towered over you, making you feel even smaller with how he cornered you.

"You can be a bitch all you want, doesn't make you any cooler." He hissed out, your close proximity to him making your heart traitorously beat faster, the way his black ransom tee hung off his frame just right and matched with his sweats, his chain dangling around his neck. Why'd he have to be so fucking close?

You watched as his eyes looked down at the water bottle in your hand, a scoff leaving his lips as he brought his eyes back to you. "Fuckin' pussy, can't even handle some alcohol," He mocked you, before straightening himself back up and bringing his solo cup to his lips. Fuck– did he get hotter?

"Go fuckin' play with your barbies or some shit, this is a big kids party, not a damn baby shower," He chuckled meanly before chugging down the rest of his drink and leaving you to go get a refill.

Your eyes, glaring as they followed him, fell down to your water bottle in hand, this gut feeling burning within you, causing a nagging voice to start up in your head. You were grown. You weren't just some fucking kid anymore, and you needed to show him that.

You tossed the water bottle back and nearly stomped your way through the party, on a mission to go find the one person you needed to talk to right now; Nate.

Snaking through dancing and conversing people, you finally found your brother within a group off to the side, his laugh distinctly giving off his location. You look in a deep breath before you tapped on his shoulder, watching as he turned around to face you, his eyebrow raising with a smile on his face, as if to ask "what's up?"

"Hey– uh, Nate?" You felt like such a little kid having to ask your older brother for something you weren't old enough to have yet, but you weren't backing down from this.

You glanced down at the red solo cup he had in his hand, one that he'd been nursing on for a while now since he wasn't too crazy for the alcohol here, before sighing to prep yourself. "Can I have, just like— one drink?"

You watched as his eyes widened ever so slightly and how he sucked in a breath through his teeth, his eyes glancing away as his free hand went to the back of his neck to rub it. "Shit– Sis, I don't know.." He muttered, but of course, instead of earning an understanding from you, he looked back only to see you trying to use your begging eyes on him.

101 of having an older brother who'd do anything for you: Make sure to perfect the puppy eyes.

"Please, Nate? I promise, just one drink is all, I just wanna try it." You asked him, watching his resolve falter before it finally crumbled, a sigh leaving his lips.

"Ok ok, fine. One drink," You nearly yelped with joy, wrapped your arms around him in a quick hug as you thanked him profusely, promising to keep your word before you dashed back to where the drinks were, hoping that Matt was still there so you could shove it in his face.

You fixed yourself and practically strutted to where the red solo cups and alcohol were. Noticing as Matt seemed to feel your presence once more, you felt his eyes glancing at you in a glare from the other side of the kitchen where he was previously, but you paid him no mind.

Grabbing a cup from the stacks and popping open a beer can, you poured the forbidden drink into the cup, watching it foam a bit before settling. You tossed the can in the nearby trash before looking over at Matt, catching his attention as you flipped him off whilst taking a drink from your cup.

The alcohol burned deliciously going down your throat, making you skin tingle with goosebumps at the taste and feeling of it, a shiver racking up your spine, but you hid it all as best you could before bringing the cup back down to look at Matt.

Watching as he glared at you before rolling his eyes and looking away, you smirked, feeling victorious for once tonight. Who was the baby now?

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Newsflash, the alcohol didn't help shit now.

You'd been dragged into a small group who was doing some party games, not even realizing one of them had snagged Matt too, leaving you all in a big circle now as people chatted and laughed, music still playing around the house.

The palms of your hands felt sweaty against your knees, your eyes glancing up to look at Matt who sat across from you in the circle, already noticing his eyes on you before he fixed you with a glare, one you retaliated back with flipping him off. The air lifted just a bit, good.

"Alright!" One of the girls chirped up, her tits nearly spilling from her tube top as she leaned over to place an empty beer bottle in the middle, making you glance down at your own chest in a glaring moment of jealously, before you shook that from your thoughts.

"We're going about this like spin the bottle. Whichever two people it lands on gotta leave and get into the bathroom for 7 minutes, since Robbie's too baby to let us use one of the closets," She teased the party host, his eyes rolling as he hugged one knee to his chest.

"Hey, I just don't want y'all's cum stains on my clothes," He explained, earning laughs from around the circle as he took a swig from his bottle. Fuck, ok, this was really happening. Stay cool, you're cool, it's all cool.

You watched as the girl's fingers grasped the bottle before giving it a spin, everybody around you beginning to lean forward in anticipation. Your heart sped up as it began to slow down, the neck of the bottle finally stoping to point directly at Matt.

Whilst everyone cheered and whooped for him, laughing and teasing him for who he might get, you couldn't help the feeling of your gut twisting, thoughts of another girl's hands on him making your nails start to dig into your knees, partially out of jealousy, and partially out of anger at yourself for feeling this way.

You hated his guts and he hated yours, so why did it matter so much about who he might fuck tonight?

Thoughts dissipated with a simple shake of your head, an all-for-show smile coming to your glossy lips as your eyes trained on the way his ring clad fingers wrapped around the bottle, just like they had his cock last night, before he gave it a clean spin, the anticipation even higher now as everyone waited to see who was gonna get lucky.

The bottle started to slow down, and as the neck of the bottle finally chose another helpless soul, your smile fell as you realized... it was pointing at you.

Your head quickly shot up to look at Matt, who looked at the bottle in shock before meeting your eyes, the tension in the air thickening as you felt your heart fly out of your fucking chest. The sounds of everyone collect "oo"-ing around you two were practically muffled in your ears before you watched Matt quickly reach for the bottle again.

"Yeah, no fucking way. I'm spinnin' again," He huffed out, but just as he was about to grasp the bottle, the tube top girl snatched it before he could get it, tsking at him as she wiggled the bottle from its neck.

"Nuh uh, rules are rules, Matt. No take backs, no redos, it's one shot only." You felt as her hand gently pressed against the small of your back, making you sit up straighter and look at her, a playful smile on her pretty lips as she urged you to get up. "Go have fun, baby."

Blush tinted your cheeks from her words as you got onto your feet, looking over at Matt as he glared up at you, then at the girl, before groaning and following suit, his hands digging into his pockets. "Fine. Let's get this shit over with." He muttered with nearly clenched teeth, your feet quickly bringing you to walk behind him, hearing as everyone cheered you two on.

Breathe, you've got this.

As the two of you walked into the bathroom, he closed the door, locking it — per the games rules — before leaning against it, his head turned away as he stared at the wall instead of you. Your nerves quickly turned into annoyance as you were brought back to your dynamic with him.

"Are you choosing to not have any fun or are you always this boring at parties?" You asked him in a slightly snarky tone, noticing the way his jaw twitched before his tongue pressed against his cheek.

"I'm not fuckin' you if that's what you're getting at," He firmly said, not even tearing his eyes away from the beige, bathroom wall. "Not even gonna touch you, so you can drop it."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, your signature attitude that always came out with him finally coming back. "Not what I was getting at, dumbass." You huffed, before an idea popped into your head, a smirk slightly coming to your lips. "I know you'd fucking suck."

That definitely got his attention, his head turning to look at you as his brows furrowed. "The fuck you say?" He asked you, venom dripping from his tongue at the face of a challenge, to which you once smirked at, your eyes looking him up and down slowly before you squinted them just right.

"You fuckin' heard me."

In a moment, Matt pushed himself off of the door, music muffled on the other side of it as the two of you were stuck in his little world together. He nearly towered over you, fixing you with a dark, dangerous glare, before leaning into your face once more, but this time, you held your ground.

"I can make you such a fucking ruined mess, you'll be needing me to carry your sorry ass out of here, brat." He spat, low and threatening, but fuck, was it hot. Hearing him talk like this to you in a tone you were so used to, it made that ache come to life between your thighs.

"I bet you couldn't even make me cum, don't even know where everything is, huh?" You challenged back, the smirk on your glossy lips making his eyes glance down before looking back at you, his jaw clenching once more.

"You really wanna fuck around and find out, princess?" He asked degradingly, but the way the pet name fell from his lips had you practically soaking through your panties, memories of last night's video rolling through your head once more. And fuck, you weren't turning this opportunity down.

"Maybe I do, Matthew," A harsh huff left from his lips before, suddenly, you felt your eyes widen as his hands reach to grap your face, pulling you forward and capturing you in a sudden, harsh kiss. Here we fucking go.

The crash of your lips felt like the beginning of a war, of two tidal waves battling each other, each of you trying to fight from melting into it. Your hands grasp his shirt almost frantically, your lips moving against his in an angry, hurried manner, pent up feelings and long-lasting hatred dueling within you two and pouring into the kiss.

Huffs of breaths leave each of your lips between kisses, before you both dive right back in, trying to steal the dominance, but you both knew deep down who held it.

His hands cupped your face, keeping it tilted up and as he kissed you, your hair pressed against your cheeks by the force of his palms, before they slid down your collarbone and chest.

His hands gripped your waist and tugged you harshly against his body, before making you stumble back and hit against the edge of the sink counter, making you gasp into his mouth before tugging his bottom lip between your teeth.

Your hands found their way to the brunet curls at the back of his head, tangling your fingers within his hair as your nails scraped against his scalp, earning a groan from him into the kiss.

He tasted like everything you shouldn't have, everything you couldn't have, all dark and forbidding, addictive and dangerous, the taste mixing with the last shreds of your innocence deliciously.

"You're such a fuckin' brat," He practically growled against your lips, his knee lifting up to press between your thighs, a gasp falling from your lips at the pressure and friction as your hips involuntarily bucked against his thigh, making him chuckle darkly. "Damn slut."

"I fucking hate you." You breathed out against his lips before you felt them leave yours, your head instead falling back as he trailed his lips down your jawline and your neck, biting at your soft skin and earning small noises from you, which you failed to hide miserably.

As one hand stay gripping tight on your hip, his other slid down underneath your skirt, swiping just the fabric of your soaked panties and groaning at how wet you were. "Didn't know you'd be such a needy slut," He cooed against your throat, his degrading words sending pure shivers down your spine.

You ground yourself against his hand, as if begging for him to slide them under your panties and slip them into your needy cunt. But suddenly, his hand left the area between your thighs, and before you could protest and whine, his hand gripped your waist and spun you around, a gasp leaving your lips at the sight of you two in the bathroom mirror.

Teeth bit at your bottom lip once more as you felt Matt grind against your ass, letting you feel the bulge in his pants, a groan falling from his lips as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.

"Fuck, baby.." He muttered under his breath before his hand came up, moving your hair to the other side of your neck, giving himself access to the back of your neck.

You let your eyes flutter shut as he kissed your skin, nipping and sucking to leave his marks, a soft moan leaving your lips at the warm moment, soaking it in as he ground against your ass once more before growling against your neck.

Suddenly, a yelp left your lips as your upper half got pushed down against the counter, his thumbs pressing into the small of your back as he gave a few more grinds against you.

"Need to fuck this needy little pussy, bet she's just dying to be filled." He chuckled low, his hands lifting up your skirt to reveal your panty clad ass, before his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and pulled them down your creamy thighs.

The sight of your drooling, puffy little pussy had Matt's mind nearly spinning as he groaned, his index and middle fingers dragging through your folds with ease, pulling a needy whine from your lips.

"So fuckin' wet for me, such a slut." He cooed from behind you, groaning low as he licked his fingers clean of your juices before he brought his hands to the waistband of his sweats, tugging it down along with his boxers to free his thick, hard, leaking cock.

"You're just thinking 'bout this dick, aren't you?" He tapped his cock against your ass a few times before teasing your folds with his tip, your juices and his pre-cum mixing together deliciously.

He pressed his tip to your entrance, but then he paused, making you whine for more before feeling his hand slap your ass, a yelp leaving your lips.

"Beg for it, bitch." He snarled, squeezing your plush ass as it filled his hands perfectly. Fucking hell, your dignity is on the other side of the fucking world now.

"Please, Matt.." You begged him, before another yelp was ripped from your lips as he smacked your ass once more, the sound echoing against the walls.

"You can do better than that, baby.." He cooed low as he soothed over where he smacked your ass, your soft skin turning a pretty shade of pink already. "Beg for it like the little slut you are."

"Please, Matt– I want your cock, want you to fuck me—" You begged once more, whining as you looked at him through the mirror, realizing that he was finally seeing you in a light he never did before, your brattiness reduced to begging for his dick. "Please."

He held eye contact with you for a moment through the mirror before finally smirking, chuckling low and sliding his hands up to grasp your waist. "That's more like it. Now, you're gonna take this dick like the fucking bratty little whore you are, got it?"

You nodded your head obediently, loving the way he seemed to feed off of it, even if it inflated his ego. You watched as he looked down at your pussy, the tip of his cock slowly pushing into your needy cunt, before he suddenly thrusted forward hard, your eyes doing wide as you felt his dick deep inside you.

"Fuck- wait! Matt!" You yelped out a gasp, his thick cock stretching out your virgin walls far too quickly for you to be ready for it.

"What?" He spat out from behind you, before he noticed the way your thighs already trembled, your breathing becoming harsh, and your face burying into the fold of your arm whilst your free hand gripped the edge of the counter so hard, your knuckles turned the same shade of white as the marble.

A smirk came to his lips as everything clicked into place, a dark chuckle leaving his lips as he leaned down to whisper into your ear.

"This your first time gettin' dick, ain't it, baby?" You couldn't help but whimper as you nodded pathetically, hearing a groan fall from his lips at that information before he stood back up.

You braced for him to thrust back into you like that again, but all you felt was his hips giving slow thrusts, his cock pumping in and out of your cunt nice and steady.

"Oh– fuuck—" You moaned, your gummy walls feeling each ridge and pulse of his dick deep within you, pretty little noises falling from you parted lips as he fucked you nice and slow.

"Knew you'd want this after that video, such a dirty little whore." He teased you, making you gasp in shock as he finally brought it up, your head turning to look back at him with your glossy, kiss-swollen lips parted.

"Bu–but I thought you sent it by– fuck– by accident?" You asked him in between moans and trying to hold yourself together as his cock pumped in and out of your sopping cunt deliciously.

A laugh came from him before he spoke. "You think I'm that fucking stupid? Of course not," He gave a harsh thrust into you, as if to test the waters, before smirking as he earned a whiny moan from you.

"Thought it'd be funny seeing you all strung up and nervous around me, knowing that you got off to the one guy you fucking despise," He chuckled, his hips moving in a steady pace.

Of course he fucking knew what he'd done to you, the asshole, and yet, you couldn't find the strength to snap at him for it. All you could do right now was take the dick you'd been begging for just last night.

You felt as he pulled his cock out till it was nearly at the tip, a whine leaving your lips as he teased you, before slamming back in, a choked gasp leaving you as pleasure burned deep throughout your entire body.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the bathroom, mixing with your gorgeous, fucked out moans, his hips picking up speed as he fucked you good, so fucking good.

Your head felt light, your mind felt fuzzy, drool was practically begging to spill from the corner of your lips. Your toes curled, your fingers dug into anything you could grab onto, your entire world felt new and yet a mess at the same time, your words turning to nothing but babbles.

"Tell me who's fuckin' you this good." He growled into your ear, his hips snapping against your ass relentlessly, fingers digging into your hips. Holy. Fuck. Nothing in this world could've been better than this, absolutely fucking nothing. The way he fucked into you, his thick cock stretching you in a way you'd never felt before, the way he made you a fucking mess, just like he promised.

"Y..You– mm—" You whined in a slurred voice, so drunk on his cock that you could hardly form a sentence. You'd let him fuck you dumb over and over again if this is what it felt like every time.

"Can't fuckin' hear you, slut," He spat, and suddenly, you felt his hand wrap around your neck from behind, a gasp leaving you lips as he lifted your head up, meeting you with the glorious view of you completely fucked out.

His face came up right next yours in the mirror, his eyes dark and full of pure lust. "Tell me. Who's fuckin' you. This. Good." He punctuated his words with a hard, deep thrust, watching as your eyes rolled back into your head from the pleasure.

"Y–you, Matt— You!" You choked out, that feeling deep in your tummy starting to flicker to life and burn as Matt pressed a kiss against your cheek before he spoke against your skin.

"What do you think Nate would think? Knowing you're acting like such a cock-drunk whore for me right now?"

You whined, thinking about how bad things could get if Nate ever found out about you two, even if this was just a one time thing. But as Matt hit that perfect spot within your velvety walls, you couldn't give two shits on the matter right now.

"Fuck–! R–right there—" You gasped out, needing to feel him at least hit that spot one more time, the pleasure making your toes practically curl from how good it felt.

"What? Here?" He teased, hitting the spot perfectly on his next thrust, earning a loud, whiny moan from you.

"Yes! Yes yes–" You babbled, gasping as he kept his thrusts right there, practically pounding into that same spot over and over and over again, your eyes rolling back as you felt his fingers squeeze around your throat.

"D–don't— mm— I–I'm gonna— oh fuuuck—" Tears came to your eyes from the otherworldly pleasure, your mouth hanging open as you looked at Matt through the mirror, his figure nearly towering over you from behind as he fucked you so good.

"Gonna cum, baby?" He started to pant, his hand on your hip gripping tight as he kept his thrusts consistent. "Fucking cum on this cock, c'mon, be a good little slut and cum all over this dick." He groaned out.

Your fingers gripped the edges of the counter hard, your legs nearly gave out, and that feeling built up within you, getting bigger and bigger and bigger until—

You gasped out a loud moan, nails clawing at the marble counter as you finally felt that knot snap within you, your orgasm washing over you in a powerful storm, bigger than you've ever felt before, better than you've ever experienced. It was like your world went white, completely washed from what once was, and replace only with this euphoric, heavenly feeling.

You finally came to your senses as you felt Matt's hips stutter as he too hit his peak, feeling warm, thick spurts of cum fill your cunt, painting your gummy walls white as he fucked his seed into you, thrusting a few more times before he finally stopped, his head falling to you shoulder.

"Holy... fuck..." You panted breathlessly as Matt nodded against your shoulder in silent agreement, a soft, weak chuckle leaving your lips.

Heavy breathing filled the bathroom for a few moments, Matt's hand leaving your neck and joining his other at your hips as they began slowly rubbing up and down your sides in a soothing manner. You never wanted to leave this moment.

But soon enough, Matt had to pull out of you, a soft mewl leaving your lips as his cock left you feeling empty, though being replaced by the feeling of his cum started to slowly drip from your cunt, a groan leaving his lips at the sight.

"Fuck, that's hot," He smirked, a playful feeling coming over you as you wiggled your hips a bit for him as his cum dripped down your inner thighs.

Suddenly, though, you felt his fingers scoop up as much as he could before pushing it back into your cunt, a gasped whimper leaving your lips as you turned your head to fix him with a glare, only to be met with a chuckle at how non-threatening you looked after being throughly fucked.

"Gotta keep you filled. Can't let you go without remembering how wrong you were, now can I?" He teased you, loving the way you rolled your eyes at him, smiling whilst trying to keep up a glare.

"Asshole." You muttered, but something pulled at your heart with the way he looked at you, still dark but.. warmer now.

"Brat." He murmured back almost affectionately, before pressing his lips to yours in a low, deep, passionate kiss, his lips moving slowly against yours in a hypnotic manner.

God, you could get used to this.

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a / n : worked CRAZY hard on this for a good while and i'm genuinely in LOVE with how it turned out- I really really hope you guys like it since it's my first go at a one shot

tysm @abijojo10 for requesting this, i had sm fun getting to write this and i hope it came out the way you wanted it to 😋

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[azrail-has-a-vendetta]

hi I’m blasphemous and bored so let’s make a tag game.

you know how Jesus is represented by wine and those communion wafers? (Or bread and water iykyk) Yeah so the question is what you’d be represented by.

I’ll start, I’m a Baja blast and a Ritz cracker.

no pressure tags:

@popcorn-plots @the-mountain-flower @brightoleander @shakespeare-official-account @bluejayscrying @yeah-decisions @salidqueen @theseus-bro @batfam-stuff-posts-0 @spacetimeaccordionfolder and anyone else who wants to join :)

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