#so the front stripes arent so thick

[3am-cheerios]

front panels are over halfway done

[s0dium]

Songs they’d rail you too

JJK MEN X READER

A/n: I know its been three weeks since I’ve posted any content but here you guys are T_T

Warnings: Car sex, dub con, size kink, rough sex, dacryphillia, begging, oral, min prep, nipple play

Characters: Sukuna, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro 

Gojo satoru- Sexy back

Oh this is this man’s JAM

He’s so confident as he rails you, occasionally mouthing the words to the song 

Its hot. Everything is so hot. The car windows are fogging up and the tight space is filled with the sound of skin on skin, whines and lengthy moans. Tears clouded your vision as you bounced up and down Gojos dick in the front car seat. Every time you landed back down, the tip of his cock seemed to rub against your spot perfectly and smush against your cervix.

“Well someones energetic today,” Gojo says through a grin,  pushing back his white hair that was sticking to his sweaty forehead and taking in one of your perky nipples into his hot mouth. 

“S-shut u-u-up” You cut your self off with a moan when he rolls your nipple between his teeth and releases with a loud ‘pop’. 

“Shhhh, how bout we listen to some music baby?”

Your too lost in the pleasure to notice Gojo reach behind you and turn up the volume on the dash board. 

“I’m bringing sexy back (yeah) Them other fuckers don't know how to act (yeah)”

Geto suguru- My humps (slowed and reverbed)

Also another equally sleazy song like his white haired friend

Probably playing in a club while he lets you suck him off 

“Arent ya’ precious”

Getos words of praise are sent straight to your core as you dutifully lick a fat stripe up the shaft of his dick before taking in his thick length into your mouth. The salty taste of precum stains the back of your throat and you do your best to take in at least 1/4 of his length. 

“Aw come on, I know you can go farther then that.”

Your eyes go white when he grabs the back of your head and shoves your face forward, forcing you to take in his length as a whole. You gag and claw at his thighs, trying to push your self back away from his length. But Geto didnt budge. The vibrations from the music outside the club bathroom pounded in your head as fat tears streamed down your face. 

“Just breath through your nose sweet cheeks, trust me ill go easy.”

“Whatcha gon' do with all that ass All that ass inside them jeans? I'ma make, make, make, make you scream”

And boy, how that was a lie.

Sukuna- Such a whore

Idk mf probably has a bluetooth speaker in his domain or smth 

just humor me for the sake of this fan fic plz I swear u wont regret it T_T

“S-stop! I-it wont fit please!”

You weakly push as Sukunas built chest but its too no avail. He's already aligning his fat tip with your entrance and god, the pressure is exhilarating. You were quick to realize that no amount of prepartion would ever prepare you to accommodate Sukunas length. 

“Shut the fuck up brat, you can take it.” He seethes, and your about to protest when he pushes in. You open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out. Tendrils of pleasure wash over you in electric currents down to your toes and from your head. 

“Ya like feeling me in your tummy doncha?” Sukuna says through a grin, shallowly thrusting into you. Your juices dripped down the base of his cock and onto the floor, and your pussy helplessly fluttered around his cock; trying its best to push out the large foreign intrusion but all take it in farther. The feeling of pain and pleasure is so overwhelimg it has you squirming away from Sukunas hold and gasping for air. 

“Is it - hah - too much for you, even after you begged me for it? poor thing, does it hurt?”

“I'll fuck her when I'm bored Like I need, she's a whore I love it”

Toji Fushiguro- Na na (slowed)

Probably plays music to set the mood for who ever he’s seducing this week lol cuz this man just cant keep it in his pants

This is one of the many songs he has alongside a number of Justin Timberlake, Jason derulo and other sleazy songs LMAO

Toji’s thrusts where agonizingly slow, yet the way his dick dragged along your walls with with retraction of his hips hit every sweet spot inside you so perfectly. Fat tears rolled down your face  as you whined and moaned. You needed more. It was all you could think, the need to cum fast and hard was taking you over.

More more more.

“PLEASE!!! I p-promise ill be good j-GOD j-just go faster!” You wailed. 

A grin spread across Toji’s devishly handsome face.

“Sure you can handle it baby?”

You nod incessantly and Toji responds with a hum before retracting his hips and slamming into you with brute force. Legs spread apart by the crooks of his elbows, you bit into your bottom lips as you watched him hammer himself into you like a starved man. The friction is delcious and you babbled and whined as the knot inside you built and built.

“Girl you have good, but I could give you better I'll have you take it bout forever I'mma make you say Ooh na na”

[dragoncarrion]

🦆and 🌻 for the ask game teehee

🦆 - Favorite Background Character?

ohhoho. idk why but webs was a fav when i first read the books. pathetic sopping wet man. lady scarab and grandeur are also big favs and they would be friends :)

🌻 - Do you have any unique designs for the differing tribes?

ok so these arent "unique designs" these are more like headcanons so i whipped the only ones i have (le sad)

for sandwings:

-they have a bunch of loose scales at the end of their tails that they can rattle around, and some bright colored highlights in the barbs are uncommon but not unheard of

-majority of them have dark malar stripes to reduce the glare of the sun, as well as thick eyelashes to protect their eyes from sand

-big ears and sails for heat regulation (think fennec fox and dimetrodon lol). They also dye their sails funky colors

-i saw someone else say this but i just can't remember when or where or who but. PLEASE give them color and pattern variation!!!! i know it would probably be geographically impossible but like. maybe more biome differences in the sand kingdom (savanna, red Mesa thing, dark volcanic areas etc) and their coloration going accord to that because I am sick and tired of all the wiki sandwings being piss yellow

For icewings

-it always brothered me a lot how IceWings don't seem to give a shit about temperature like. I get it you like in the cold but like isn't hypothermia a thing?? So i gave them fur even though this is a common HC in the fandom

-their teeth point a bit front and then backwards? Idk if i showcased it well but probably to make it harder for the scarce prey to escape. I also gave them mini tusks because those are cool

-sometimes their horns are like semi translucent

For hivewings

-same situation as the desert variations that i saw someone say it a long time ago but maybe let them have some iridescent blue/green scales like some irl bugs. This would be uncommon and a hivewing with their whole body of these colors would be VERY rare. Maybe those are the old beetlewing genes resurfacing a bit

-giving them. Little big horns like some beetles :) as well as mandibles

-very angular and "defined" silhouette like. Armor-esque scales idk

[s0dium1]

Archived

SONGS THEY’D RAIL YOU TOO

JJK MEN X READER

A/n: I know its been three weeks since I’ve posted any content but here you guys are T_T

Warnings: Car sex, dub con, size kink, rough sex, dacryphillia, begging, oral, min prep, nipple play

Gojo satoru- Sexy back

Oh this is this man’s JAM

He’s so confident as he rails you, occasionally mouthing the words to the song 

Its hot. Everything is so hot. The car windows are fogging up and the tight space is filled with the sound of skin on skin, whines and lengthy moans. Tears clouded your vision as you bounced up and down Gojos dick in the front car seat. Every time you landed back down, the tip of his cock seemed to rub against your spot perfectly and smush against your cervix.

“Well someones energetic today,” Gojo says through a grin,  pushing back his white hair that was sticking to his sweaty forehead and taking in one of your perky nipples into his hot mouth. 

“S-shut u-u-up” You cut your self off with a moan when he rolls your nipple between his teeth and releases with a loud ‘pop’. 

“Shhhh, how bout we listen to some music baby?”

Your too lost in the pleasure to notice Gojo reach behind you and turn up the volume on the dash board. 

“I’m bringing sexy back (yeah) Them other fuckers don’t know how to act (yeah)”

Geto suguru- My humps (slowed and reverbed)

Also another equally sleazy song like his white haired friend

Probably playing in a club while he lets you suck him off 

“Arent ya’ precious”

Getos words of praise are sent straight to your core as you dutifully lick a fat stripe up the shaft of his dick before taking in his thick length into your mouth. The salty taste of precum stains the back of your throat and you do your best to take in at least ¼ of his length. 

“Aw come on, I know you can go farther then that.”

Your eyes go white when he grabs the back of your head and shoves your face forward, forcing you to take in his length as a whole. You gag and claw at his thighs, trying to push your self back away from his length. But Geto didnt budge. The vibrations from the music outside the club bathroom pounded in your head as fat tears streamed down your face. 

“Just breath through your nose sweet cheeks, trust me ill go easy.”

“Whatcha gon’ do with all that ass All that ass inside them jeans? I'ma make, make, make, make you scream”

And boy, how that was a lie.

Sukuna- Such a whore

Idk mf probably has a bluetooth speaker in his domain or smth 

just humor me for the sake of this fan fic plz I swear u wont regret it T_T

“S-stop! I-it wont fit please!”

You weakly push as Sukunas built chest but its too no avail. He’s already aligning his fat tip with your entrance and god, the pressure is exhilarating. You were quick to realize that no amount of prepartion would ever prepare you to accommodate Sukunas length. 

“Shut the fuck up brat, you can take it.” He seethes, and your about to protest when he pushes in. You open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out. Tendrils of pleasure wash over you in electric currents down to your toes and from your head. 

“Ya like feeling me in your tummy doncha?” Sukuna says through a grin, shallowly thrusting into you. Your juices dripped down the base of his cock and onto the floor, and your pussy helplessly fluttered around his cock; trying its best to push out the large foreign intrusion but all take it in farther. The feeling of pain and pleasure is so overwhelimg it has you squirming away from Sukunas hold and gasping for air. 

“Is it - hah - too much for you, even after you begged me for it? poor thing, does it hurt?”

“I’ll fuck her when I’m bored Like I need, she’s a whore I love it”

Toji Fushiguro- Na na (slowed)

Probably plays music to set the mood for who ever he’s seducing this week lol cuz this man just cant keep it in his pants

This is one of the many songs he has alongside a number of Justin Timberlake, Jason derulo and other sleazy songs LMAO

Toji’s thrusts where agonizingly slow, yet the way his dick dragged along your walls with with retraction of his hips hit every sweet spot inside you so perfectly. Fat tears rolled down your face  as you whined and moaned. You needed more. It was all you could think, the need to cum fast and hard was taking you over.

More more more.

“PLEASE!!! I p-promise ill be good j-GOD j-just go faster!” You wailed. 

A grin spread across Toji’s devishly handsome face.

“Sure you can handle it baby?”

You nod incessantly and Toji responds with a hum before retracting his hips and slamming into you with brute force. Legs spread apart by the crooks of his elbows, you bit into your bottom lips as you watched him hammer himself into you like a starved man. The friction is delcious and you babbled and whined as the knot inside you built and built.

“Girl you have good, but I could give you better I’ll have you take it bout forever I'mma make you say Ooh na na”

[damienthepious]

okay so yeah i managed another thing, smol and honestly just setup bUT- STILL

Striation (chapter 1)

[ao3] [ch 2]

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Rilla

Characters: Rilla, Lord Arum, Sir Damien

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Established Relationship, Massage, Science Shenanigans, Gentleness, (look chapter 1 is just a lot of gentle touching), (but chapter two is going to be pwp), (fair fucking warning. fair warning about the fucking.), (we just. arent' there YET.), (so i don't know how to TAG the fucking yet because. i haven't written it lmao)

Fic Summary: Arum sees something that the humans don't. This discovery leads to quite a bit of science, and quite a bit of touching.

Chapter Notes: Google Blaschko's lines, they're REALLY COOL, and the idea of Arum being able to see them hit me like a truck. Shoutout to @skunkoon for the initial idea and subsequent discord yelling about the subject!! This is rated Explicit because it is ABSOLUTELY going to pwp town in chapter two, but this chapter is entirely devoid of sexytimes. please enjoy the gentle.... happy lizard kissin'..... OwO

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"Saints," Rilla groans as she stretches her hands high above her head, joints popping audibly. "Alright, so maybe I overdid it a little rearranging the mints."

"Your back?" Arum inquires, lifting his snout from his tea and tilting his head.

"Shoulders, mostly," she says, rolling them with a grimace. "I should've stopped when I got them all up and saved the replanting for tomorrow."

"Stubborn," Arum says fondly, and Rilla scowls. "Come here, then. Sit for a moment. You've more than earned a bit of rest."

Rilla considers that for a moment, glancing back towards the other sections of the greenhouse Arum has agreed to let her dig her hands into, organizationally speaking, but she feels her neck twinge when she looks and she relents pretty quickly. She sighs as she sinks to sit beside the lizard on the thick-woven blanket he's laid out, and he moves his tea and small stack of books aside to make room for her.

"Did you have fun watching me, then?" she asks with a raise of her brow, and she grins hard when Arum sputters indignantly.

"I- did no such thing. I was quite engrossed with my own business, I'll have you know, far too busy with-"

"Your pile of unopened books?"

Arum snaps his teeth together, but after a breath his posture softens and he rolls his eyes, presumably at himself.

"You always move with such distinct purpose," he admits, gesturing with one clawed hand. "It is admittedly difficult to look away, particularly when you are so deeply engaged with a project."

"Did you forget about your tea, too?"

"It tastes just as well when cooled," the monster hedges.

Rilla snorts a laugh, then winces as her shoulders twinge to remind her the kind of abuse she's put them under today.

Arum tilts his head again, concern on his face, and then he reaches a hand out. "Here. Closer, little doctor. Let someone else do the caretaking for once."

That offer is simultaneously amusing and tempting enough that Rilla lets Arum's hands snake around her waist, maneuvering to rearrange the both of them, shifting so that Rilla is seated in front of Arum with her back to his chest. When he's done moving them he doesn't pull his hands away, though, or hug her from behind like she's half-expecting. He runs all four palms up her back (she bites her lip, inhales sharply) and then he starts to massage, slowly and carefully kneading the tension out of her shoulders.

"Mm… yeah, okay, that actually feels really nice," Rilla says, leaning back into Arum's hands as the second set shifts outward to draw gentle, deliberate claws down the skin of her arms, caressing up and down in a slow rhythm.

Rilla closes her eyes with a sigh, and then the exhale slips into a low groan as Arum's hands find a particularly tender spot, and it feels too damn good for her to really mind the mild chuckle that Arum gives at her expense.

The hands on her shoulders roam, working slowly through different points of stiffness and soreness, and his other two hands draw claws down from the tops of her biceps nearly to her wrists and then back up, an even and unceasing caress.

"You keep doing the same pattern with your claws," Rilla notices in a murmur, and Arum's claws draw down again, slow and certain as his other hands continue to knead into her shoulders. "It's starting to feel kinda tingly."

"I'm simply following the lines," Arum replies mildly, and Rilla can feel him shrug behind her. "Is "tingly" a… good feeling, then?"

"In this case, yes," she says, and then she glances over her shoulder. "Hang on though- what do you mean, lines?"

"The stripes down your arms," Arum says, his tone factual and unbothered, though his words make less than no sense.

"Uh," she says, pulling forward enough that she can turn meet his eyes properly again, "what are you talking about?"

Arum raises an an eyebrow. "Your… stripes? Obviously."

Rilla looks down at her own skin, at the place on her hand where Arum had been steadily and rhythmically drawing his claws, but her skin stays exactly as un-striped as she's always known it to be. "I don't have a clue what you could mean."

Arum's brow furrows now, and he leans closer again. "Your stripes, you ridiculous creature. You have them nearly everywhere on your body." He traces his claws along her arm in wavering lines, and the contact tickles her hair and, well, it feels nice, of course, but as far as Rilla can see he's tracing a pattern that simply doesn't exist. "There," he says stubbornly.

"Not there," she says flatly. "Are you messing with me?"

Arum pulls his head back, and then he scowls. "Are you messing with me?" he retorts. "There," he says again, and then he draws his fingertips over her shoulder in an arc. "And there." Then across her stomach beneath her short top, and Rilla suppresses a laugh as her stomach jumps at the unexpected contact.

"I don't have stripes," Rilla insists, shaking her head. "Damien!" she calls, and the poet makes a questioning sound from the the other side of the greenhouse a half-moment before his head appears around the trunk of the Everdead. "Damien. I don't have-" she narrows her eyes at the lizard as his scowl deepens, "stripes, right?"

Damien blinks. "Stripes?"

Arum's tail curls in the air, the tip flicking irritably. "The repetition is becoming intolerable. The lines on your skin, you infuriating mammals. You both have them. What is the issue, here?"

Damien's lip curls into a bemused smile as he steps closer. "You know I hate to disagree with you, my lily-"

Arum snorts.

"But so far as I can see, neither myself nor our Rilla are patterned in such a way."

Arum growls, but as he's opening his mouth to argue further Rilla snaps her fingers.

"So far as you can see," she repeats, dawning realization in her voice, and Damien purses his lips to bury a delighted smile as Rilla practically vibrates with excitement. "Oh, duh, of course. Arum- you're seeing something that we can't. We already knew your vision works differently from ours, I mean, you can basically see in pitch black, but this must be something that human eyes can't pick up on!"

Arum pauses for a moment, his frill fluttering by his neck as he visibly struggles between the urge to continue arguing and the urge to preen at his superiority.

"Okay," Rilla says. "Okay. I like this theory." She claps her hands, rubs them together with a toothy grin, and then turns her gleeful gaze on Arum. "D'you wanna try to figure out exactly what it is you're seeing? I don't know why humans would have stripes, but I'm going to figure it out, and this seems like a really fun first step."

Damien watches the pair of them with a smile he clearly can't help, and Arum stares at Rilla with his lips parted, clearly too overwhelmed by her enthusiasm to remember to protest.

[artificialqueens]

If I Could Ch. 3 (Trixya) - Saltine

AN: that’s right, after just two short days, ya girl Saltine is coming right back at ya with another chapter of Trixya garbage (that’s turning out to be very much “slow burn” but i digress). This chapter is a little bit longer and a little bit more angsty but i’m overall proud of it and hope that you like it too.

The next morning, Trixie woke up alone. There was a note from Katya on her bedside table that said,

I didn’t get abducted, my sister came and got me. Text you later. <3 Thanks for a great night, Tracy ;)

- Kat

After that, they didn’t talk about what had happened at that party. The two of them pushed it to the back of their minds and tried to forget about it, but the more time they spent together the harder it was getting for them to ignore what they were feeling. By the time September rolled around, all their friends had moved away. September brought a new atmosphere to Trixie and Katya’s lives. The feeling of childlike happiness and lack of responsibility that comes with end of summer had disappeared and felt as though it had been replaced with an overbearing reminder that they had to grow up. Even the weather began to shift slowly from warm and glowing, to desaturated and crisp. Like all the life in their town had been somehow drained when everyone left. They were all they had left, and they became all but inseparable. Both Trixie and Katya considered themselves somewhat reserved when it came to opening up and getting close to people, but for some reason neither of them felt any inhibitions about the other, though they had only been friends for two months. But sometimes you just feel connected to someone immediately. Sometimes things are just meant to be.

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Katya woke with a start from an accidental nap to the sound of her phone ringing. She checked the time before checking her phone. It was 5:46. Whoops. The phone call was from Trixie. Katya was apprehensive; Trixie never called her. Something must be wrong, she thought, and answered the phone.

“Hello?” she asked. There was a sharp intake of breath from the other end of the line. “Trixie? Is everything ok?” Katya was getting nervous.

“Hey Katya,” Trixie cleared her throat, though from the tone of her voice she was clearly upset. “Um..I’m fine I just uh…” she trailed off.

“What’s going on Trix?” Katya pressed.

“I uh..kinda just came out to my parents,” she said. There was a pause.

“Wow..” said Katya. “I mean I want to congratulate you, but you’re not making it sound like it went too well.”

“Yeah um..my mom was fine but my stepdad wasn’t..too excited about it,” Trixie began. “He’s not kicking me out of the house or anything. He just got really passive aggressive and when I left the room he and my mom started fighting and now they’re screaming at each other and I’m just kinda scared and this wasn’t supposed to happen..” she was talking so fast now that she was running out of breath.

“Hey, hey it’s ok man, everything’s gonna be fine. Can you safely leave your house right now?” Katya asked, trying her best to calm Trixie down, who sounded like she might be crying now.

“Yeah, I can go out the back,” she replied quietly.

“Good. Then drive over to my place and I’ll cook dinner and we can celebrate how brave you are over here ok? I’ll tell my mom to make brownies. It’ll be fun,” Katya said.

“You’re the best. Thank you,” Trixie said tearily.

“Don’t mention it. See you in 10.” Katya hung up.

When Trixie knocked on the door, she was greeted by Katya’s mother. They had met once or twice and had so far gotten along well. Katya’s mom was a tall blonde woman named Roksana, who spoke with a faint Russian accent and had the most welcoming, warm personality of anyone Trixie had ever met.

“Trixie! So nice to see you! Come in!,” she exclaimed and Trixie did as she was told. The house smelled fantastic, a mix of herbs and spices that swirled through the air and made Trixie’s mouth water. She made her way into the kitchen where Katya was cutting up a tomato on the counter. She smiled at Trixie as she walked in and gave her a tight hug.

“So glad you could come,” she said. “My dad’s out of town for work so it’s just us girls tonight.” Her voice lacked the kind of sarcastic, humorous tone it usually had when talking with friends, Trixie included. Everything about what she said felt sincere, and Trixie suddenly felt a million times better. She watched as Katya’s nimble fingers continued to press the blade of the knife into the tomato on the chopping board and she suddenly felt a sharp pang of homesickness. It was a strange kind of homesick, though. It wasn’t that she wanted to go back to her house and be with her family; it was that it suddenly felt like this moment was the home she had always wanted. It felt like she had finally found herself a home and she felt a twinge of pain for all the years she wasted being in a house that made her so unhappy. Trixie stood there in the middle of the kitchen, as the sun shone through the window in thick, glowing orange stripes and the smell of a home-cooked meal circled around her, and felt a tear slide down her cheek. She was so grateful to have found something so easy to love.

Katya set everyone’s plates out on the table as her younger sister Anastasia came running down the stairs.

“Why are you lying to Trixie like this, you know we never actually make the table,” she said.

“Shut up Anya,” Katya replied playfully.

“Girls, let’s eat. Stop fighting in front of our guest,” Roksana said, beaming at Trixie. Trixie smiled back and picked up her fork. Katya had made alfredo, which was delicious and also very surprising to Trixie, who was sure all she knew how to make was cereal.

“This is amazing Katya,” she said.

“Thanks, I learned from the best,” Katya replied, nodding towards her mother.

“You’re lucky, the most my mom ever cooks is when she puts frozen pizza in the oven,” Trixie said. She hadn’t though what she said was particularly funny, but Roksana and Katya burst into laughter. They had the same laugh, Trixie noticed.

“So Trixe,” said Roksana. “I heard you told your parents some uh…big news?” She winked at Trixie who froze and whipped her head around to look at Katya.

“You told her?” she asked, somewhat frantic. Katya seemed completely unfazed.

“Yeah, my mom is super cool with it. I came out to her years ago and besides, I tell her everything.” Trixie was in shock. Roksana nodded in agreement.

“I know it’s a little strange given how Russians arent exactly known for..um…accepting people, but that’s why I left.” she said. “When I found out I was pregnant with Katya I wanted her to grow up in a place that was tolerant to everyone. And it’s a good thing too, look at her.” she said and laughed. Katya feigned a look of defensiveness.

“Jesus mom, I’m gay, not ugly,” she said.

“I would disagree,” Anastasia interjected. “Also, you’re bisexual.”

“It’s an umbrella term you little punk,” Katya hissed. The humor in her voice was back and Trixie watched as the family in front of her playfully bantered back and forth until they were all finished eating.

“Trixie and I are gonna go upstairs. Let us know when the brownies are done,” Katya said. She grabbed Trixie’s hand and lead her up the stairs to her room. Trixie didn’t ever spend that much time in Katya’s room when she was here, they had usually been outside on the patio or in the extra room upstairs where she had a giant TV and two sofas. But Katya’s bedroom had always been one of her favorite places in the house. It was a big room, but it felt cozy with all the knick-knacks that had piled up on the dresser and the desk and the bedside table. The walls were painted an sort of muted brick color, like fresh clay and they were covered in drawings and paintings that Katya had done herself. She was a fantastic artist, but never told anyone. It felt like a bedroom should feel. It felt like somewhere Trixie could easily fall asleep.

“So…you feel any better?” Katya asked. She had really hoped to take Trixie’s mind off of her family.

“Much better. Thank you so much again, it really means a lot,” Trixie said. Katya patted the spot on the bed next to her, beckoning Trixie to scoot closer to her. Trixie did so and let Katya put her arm around her shoulder supportively.

“You deserve better than what your parents are giving you. You did a really brave thing and I’m so proud of you. We all are. If you ever need somewhere safe to go you’re always welcome here,” Katya said. She pushed down the feelings she felt bubbling up inside her. This wasn’t happening because she liked Trixie. She was just supporting her friend. Of course she loved Trixie, but just platonically. She didn’t want anything more than this, she told herself. Trixie deserved better than her anyway.

Trixie was crying now, silent tears painting rivers of mascara down her face. Katya used the edge of her sleeve to wipe them away and cupped Trixie’s face in her hands.

“It’s gonna be ok,” she said, and rubbed her cheekbone with her thumb. Trixie let her head fall against Katya’s chest and the two of them laid there in silence for several blissfully painful moments before Trixie’s phone received a text from her mom.

Trixie, baby. I’m so sorry honey, we shouldn’t have fought with you around. I love you very much and I know Steven will come around eventually. You should get home soon though so I can give you a hug. You’re still my daughter and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. See you soon sweetie.

- Mom

Trixie caught her breath and showed Katya the text.

“That’s good! See, I told you it would all be ok!” Katya said and Trixie laughed weakly.

“I guess I should head out then, huh?” she said. Katya nodded.

“Text me when you get home.” Trixie grabbed her jacket and headed downstairs, saying goodbye to Roksana and Anya, and getting in her car. As she pulled out of the driveway, Katya leaned her head out the second floor window and waved to Trixie, who waved back and blew a kiss. As she lay down to go to bed that night, after having a long, tearful talk with her mother, she stared at the ceiling and thought about Katya, wondering how a single person could feel so much like home.

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ok but alternate world where niall could take videos without fear of anything being leaked...you riding him on that piano bench and him recording it 😫 so he's still trying to balance his phone all while you're riding him and you can't stop giggling bc he keeps cursing at it dropping

OKAY! OR omg okay ya’ll are at home and niall perfectly sets up his phone so he can record himself playing a few notes on the piano so he can go over it later with his producers and writers. you hear him from the kitchen and after a few minutes of him playing, you come out and just kind of stand there listening and watching him, smiling as his little tongue peaks out while he plays. you arent even aware hes recording himself and he happens to look over his shoulder to see you there, feeling your presence behind him and he just smiles at you and motions for you to come closer with the flick of his head. you step over and stand behind him, your arms slinking over his shoulders to wrap around his chest as you both peer down at this fingers tapping over the keys.

you watch for a few moments, the side of your face pushed against his before you start to nuzzle your nose at his cheek, your eyes closing as you press tiny kisses into his neck. he doesnt stop playing, but you can hear his fingers stumble along the keys, a smile slipping over your lips when you realize the effect you’ve had on him as you continue to gently suck over his warm skin. you can hear his breathing getting heavier as your tongue traces along the curve of his neck and your fingers trail down the small pudge of his belly to rub over the front of his jeans. He hisses slightly from the feeling and he finally drags his fingers off the keys, his face turning just as your mouth slides up over his stubbled jaw, his mouth meeting yours in an eager kiss. 

all thoughts are lost in that moment, niall forgets all about the phone recording and he jerks as your hand cups around him, the heel of your palm spreading down the fattening curve of his cock as he grows harder for you in his pants. you hum against his tongue, his big hand flinging up to tangle into your hair, kissing you deeper. giggling into his open mouth, you pull back, your lips and your hand leaving his warmth as you stand up. he just stares up at you, the dark of his pupils blown wide and his lips so pink, you cant help but reach up with your finger and gently trace along his parted mouth. 

He smirks against your touch and biting at your lip, you grab at the bottom hem of your short dress, lifting it up as you swing your leg over his. his eyes go wide as you slide your body right down onto his lap to straddle him. your back hits a few keys as you settle against him, his large hands immediately running up your bare thighs and under your dress as you grab around his cheeks and pull him into another heated kiss. you can feel him pulsing for you between your legs, the instinct to roll your lips and grind down on him too much for you to fight. he moans into you mouth, tongues sweeping against one another as he grabs ahold of the thin material of your dress and starts to yank it up the span of your body. 

you oblige him, lifting your arms so he can slip it up and over your head, niall tossing it to the floor before his hands are slapping back to your heated skin. his mouth slides down the jut of your chin, your head tipping back to your shoulders as he sucks and nips along your neck. your eyes squeeze shut, whimpers falling past your lips as his hands swarm over your clammy skin; groping at your breasts, kneading at your curves and tugging your body tighter against his. hes greedy with his mouth on your flesh; sucking just enough to leave the tiniest hints of purple as he trails over your collarbones and back up to the hallow of your throat. his hips rut up against you and his fingers dig deep into the meat of your sides before dipping lower and shoving down into the back of your underwear. he pulls at the tender skin of your backside, working your hips against him and you almost cant take it, feeling his thickness throbbing against your clit, the wetness dripping from you with each rock of his hips and you claw at the skin of his sticky neck, struggling to keep yourself from falling apart right then and there. 

hes breathing hard against you, and you know this cant last much longer, all this teasing. its all too much for you; the unbearable heat swirling around the room, the sound of your back slamming against the keys in an uneven melody, his big hands pulling and grinding you faster and harder against him. your body trembles as his mouth finds its way back to yours, and you feel the fingers of his one hand slide over your hip to your front, slipping down your slick center. a gasp shudders out of your mouth and your peel your eyes open, unsticking your lips from his to peer at him. 

his chest heaves under the striped shirt hes wearing, the sweat dripping down his brow and he darts his eyes over yours as a coy little smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “niall...” you brokenly whisper, your eyes rolling back as the pads of his two fingers swirls at your clit, “p-please...”