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#And then they fucked#Shadowzel#Lae'zel#Shadowheart#Baldur's Gate Fanart#Fanart#BG3 Memes#My Art#Shadowkira Fanart#My Memes
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@ghostbatweek ghostbat week day 4: jealousy (open for better quality)
ghost-maker: no. 1 bat breaker
#And then they fucked#lol#ghostbatweek2023#ghostbat#bruce wayne#minhkhoa khan#HSVE I BEEN SPELLING HIS NAME WRONG THIS WHOLE TIME#gdi I know I need to stop skimming instead of actually reading the words smh#Sorry dude#i will be better#my art#artyundan
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more jay thoughts plz 😵💫 like give me anything ill take it
i think about silver undercut jay giving the absolute worst (best) fuck boy energy like,,, he's your roommate and you have to deal with him bringing different girls to bed every single night.
you decide enough is enough when he's bringing someone new the week of exams, literally barging in before he and his latest fuck have the chance to do foreplay. after you've successfully scared the girl away, jay's looking at you not at all defeated like you hoped he would be, but cocky.
he raises a brow, "you weren't enjoying the show?"
"i was trying to study."
"oh c'mon y/n," he says with a taunting pout. "i try so hard to impress you, but you're giving me nothing back. do i have to show you what you've been missing out on?"
heat rushes to your cheeks. "i don't know what you're talking about..."
jay makes his way to you. he leans forward until your noses are almost touching. you brace yourself to feel contact when he raises his arm, only to hear the door shutting behind you. "you don't feel this?"
he's not touching you, but you do feel it. the tension. you always have. whenever you're in the kitchen together, your arms brushing against each other as he walks by. when you make eye contact across the room. it suffocates you.
you'd hoped he hadn't noticed its effect on you.
"c'mon y/n," he repeats. "let me show you what i've been wanting to do to you."
#and then they fucked#lolz 😝#౨ৎ 𓈒 ﹒ 🍒 sol's thoughts#⛓️ ⌗ asks!#∯ 𓂂 ˚ . 제이 JAY's girl#enhypen hard hours#enhypen smut#enhypen au#enhypen fic#enhypen#enhypen x reader#jay smut#enhypen fanfic#enhypen jay smut#enhypen imagines#enhypen jay#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen jay x reader#jay x y/n#jay x you#jay x reader#jay au#jay fic#jay fanfic#jay#jay_fic
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Twitter au where Peter keeps retweeting Tony’s professional tweets with increasingly horny shit and one day Tony replies from the official account
#and then they fucked#peter parker#tony stark#starker#prompt#avengers#marvel#spiderman#iron man#someone please write this
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I want you dead.
Is that what you tell yourself?
#sketch#GOTTA WIND DOWN GOTTA DRAW SOMETHING#so why not draw my ocs... KILLING EACHOTHER!!! YAAAAAAAA#and then they fucked#steve#time and time again#sketches#my ocs#art#my art#digital art
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Wow look some Rolan smooches no one asked for
Part of something longer but who knows when or if I’ll finish. I’m still working on stuff for Barcus and a pretty long concept for Kar’niss as well.
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Rolan made an ugly face and rolled his eyes at her approach. "Don't start with me, Tav," he snapped, tossing back what remained of his mug. "I'm staying put. No more vengeful wandering in the Shadowlands for me."
Tav tilted her head at him in concern. She separated from her companions and made her way to the Tiefling's side. He looked even more of a mess than he had when they'd found him surrounded by malignant shadows. His hair was falling loose around his face and he hadn't bothered to tend to the scrapes and cuts marring his handsome face, much less mend the rents and tears in his clothes. She reached a hand up to brush away a strand of hair that had stuck to the sweat and dirt and blood on his cheek, and Rolan flinched away. Tav paused, keeping her hand close but not touching him. Then, gently, she brushed it away again, a bit of filth flaking off as she did so. Rolan squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his lips.
"Let me help," she murmured.
He couldn't tell if she meant his disasterous appearance or if she spoke more generally, but he took a shaky breath and allowed her to dab at his face with a mostly-clean cloth dampened from her own waterskin.
"You could heal these yourself," she scolded, taking particular care over a nasty cut bisceting his jaw. "It's foolish self-flagelation not to. Since when did you start worshipping Loviatar?"
He snorted, then winced. "It's not worshipful. I deserve it, don't I? For being such an idiot? For letting them--letting them take my siblings." His voice broke and he bowed his head, letting his hair fall in a tangled brown curtain around his face. "My family."
Tender hands smoothed the hair back, tucking it behind pointed ears as Tav cupped his face and turned him to look at her.
"We'll find them," she assured him. She was suddenly very close, speaking so only he could hear, their chests very nearly touching. Rolan stared down at her with wide, damp eyes. "I promise you, we'll find them, and I will personally rip out the spine of every single person who dared to lay a hand on them."
The violent words were said with such earnest compassion it was almost enough to make him laugh. She was a vicious little thing, but it came, oddly enough, from a place of deep love and righteousness.
Rolan lifted a clawed, beaten hand to her face, trying to still his trembling lips. He traced the line of her jaw with his thumb while her expression shifted between confusion and determined sympathy. "Why?" he asked. "I've been nothing but rude to you."
"So has Astarion, but I keep him around," she pointed out.
Rolan snorted. "I suppose I can't argue that."
"I help those who need it," she insisted, suddenly stern. "Even if they're rude, stubborn, pompous, self-absorbed windbags who--"
"I get it," he stopped her with a wry arch of an eyebrow.
"Good." Her eyes searched his face, then she tilted her head and let her eyes drift shut as she lifted onto her toes and gently pressed her lips to his.
He drew a long breath in through his nose and moved his lips against hers. His arms circled her waist and she twined hers around his neck. Their noses bumped and he deepened the kiss, clinging to her like a lifeline.
"You're a very attractive windbag," she ammended once they parted, each breathing a little harder than before. Rolan choked out a pathetic, tear-filled laugh. Tav squeezed his arms. "I will find them," she promised again. "And the cultists will pay with their blood. Now, let's get you fixed up."
#bg3 rolan#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 fanfiction#Baldur’s gate 3 fanfiction#rolan x tav#I wanna pet his face#I love the idea of Rolan with his hair down#the boy needs a bath#writing down fatalities#and then they FUCKED
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Your bar boyfriend
Zoro x F!reader
Not my gif
Warnings: creepy men, fake relationships, no use of yn, drinking, making out in public, suggested smut,
Summary: in an attempt to escape a creepy ass man you ask a stranger to pretend to be your bf, a rather handsome stranger ...
"Whats a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this," slurred the middle aged drunk as he slid into the seat next to you.
"Drinking," you answered bluntly sipping your vodka lemonade mixture.
"Why drink alcohol when you could be drinking me?" He laughed heartily.
You felt vomit in your throat as you prayed for someone to burst in and start a raid.
"So beautiful you gonna tell me your name or not?" He said through his cigar smoke.
"Not," your eyes scanned the bar for someone, anyone who could help you.
"Cumon gorgeous don't be like that," he took a long puff letting the smoke engulf his face.
"I should really get back to my boyfriend now," your eyes landed on a tall man with bright green hair, you recognised him from wanted posters.
"Boyfriend?" Asked the man.
Instead of replying you simply smiled and speed walked towards him.
Glancing back at the man you saw him watching you carefully from his seat.
"Excuse me?" You cleared your throat grazing your hand across Zoros bicep.
He turned to you his deep brown eyes piercing your soul.
He was so beautiful you almost forgot why you were there.
"Sorry, but could you please pretend to be my boyfriend?"
You could see the confusment in his eyes but his face remained stone cold.
"There's this man you see and-" you were cut short by his arm wrapping around your shoulder.
"Say less," he smiled pulling you into him.
You almost swooned as you felt his muscles through his tight tshirt.
He chugged his drink and you stared wide eyed as he didn't even take a breath.
"So sweetheart what you drinking?" He flagged the bartender.
"Oh um, just vodka lemonade," you blushed a little at the use of the word sweetheart.
"Isn't that to strong for you sweetheart? Don't want to have to carry you home."
"I could say the same for you," you retaliated you'd never been good at acting but this man made it feel quite natural.
He ordered your drink and refilled his own, whilst the barman was making it he whispered close to your ear. "Whats your name? We'll need to sell this if you wanna get that guy off your back."
You told him your name and he smirked.
"Pretty name for a pretty woman."
"Th-thank you," you blushed profusely.
"You know my name?" He sipped his mystery drink which you presumed to be rum.
"Zoro, seen it on wanted posters," you sipped your own drink.
"You make my name sound so good when you say it," he grinned, and it made you giggle. "But I think it would sound better with you screaming it underneath me."
Your entire face flushed bright red and you slapped him lightly on the shoulder.
Then you caught it zoros breif glance at the man in the corner.
You'd completely forgotten about him.
"Is he looking?" You asked dread filling your stomach.
"Yeah, but don't worry I'll keep you safe," his hand shifted over his sword.
"Thanks," you offered a smile.
He returned it before looking back at the man and pulling you closer.
"He's coming over," zoro whispered his hand fully grasping his sword handle.
"Kiss me," you blurted panicky.
It only took him a second before his mouth was on yours.
He brought his hand off your shoulder to grasp your chin instead. Tilting your head up and angling your lips perfectly against his.
You almost moaned when his tongue slid across your bottom lip. Opening your mouth wider he slid his tongue inbetween your plump lips.
"Z- zoro," you panted and he smirked against your mouth.
"Just like that sweetheart," he grasped your face between his hands and pulled you closer into him.
He sunk his teeth into your bottom lip making you gasp. You could feel his smirk as he sucked your lip.
When he pulled back you were both panting.
"How was that sweetheart?" He grinned mischievously.
"G- good," you stammered your face and neck flushed pink.
"Good?" He frowned, "well guess I'll have to try again," he moved in to kiss you but your lips didn't quite meet.
"What are you waiting for?"
"You."
You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him fully against you. He let out a small gasp as you pushed off your seat and onto his lap.
He pulled you impossibly closer one hand on your ass the other cupping your face.
Moaning into your mouth he started needing your ass, you scooted closed on his lap your core brushing against his buldge.
He hissed and you smirked.
Bringing your lips back to his you started grinding down on his growing buldge.
He whimpered and grasped you hips tightly stopping you.
"Tease," he glared at you through his eyelashes.
"Well why don't we go back to my place and I can tease you more."
"Please," he moaned into your mouth.
@zorosbigbootyassgirlfriend we don't know each other but I think your cool. So I wanna know what you think of my first zoro fic 😁
#and then they fucked#my first fic that doesnt end in ily ilyt#one piece#zoro x reader#zoro x y/n#zoro x you#zoro x female reader#roronoa zoro#zoro#roronoa zolo#zolo x you#zolo x reader#zolo x yn#one piece zoro#one piece zolo
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Knightfall For Life 2
Jaune: *currently tied to a chair* Whatever you do to me, I’m not telling you anything!
Cinder: *caresses Jaune’s cheek* My, those certainly are some brave words. Fitting for a Huntsman of your stature.
Jaune: *glares at Cinder* What do you want?!
Cinder: Impatient, too? Surprising. What I want is information. Namely, the location of the Relic of Knowledge.
Jaune: And if I refuse to tell you?
Cinder: *chuckles* Then I predict you will have a lot of blood on your hands by this time tomorrow.
Jaune: You monster!
Cinder: *rolling her eyes* Haven’t heard that one before.
Jaune: You’re psychotic! No wonder your stepmother never loved you!
Cinder: *a frown replacing her coy smile* W-well, you-
Jaune: I see now why you were always alone as a kid.
Cinder: I-I wasn’t always-
Jaune: Because you’re just a deranged lunatic who can’t even realize when she’s out of her depth.
Cinder:
Jaune:
Cinder: *sniffles*
Jaune: Oh, I’m so sorry, my love. Was that too much?
Cinder: *nods as she wipes away a tear slowly sliding down her face*
Jaune: I’m so sorry. Come here.
Cinder: *sits on Jaune’s lap before nuzzling into him*
Jaune: There, there. You’re not any of those things.
Cinder: *hugs Jaune tighter*
Jaune: You’re the most brilliant, wonderful, and most beautiful woman on Remnant. Nobody else comes close.
Cinder: *whispers into Jaune’s ear*
Jaune: You’re also the smartest! Not to mention an amazing mother and wife!
Cinder: *whispers some more into Jaune’s ear*
Jaune: And you're also the best cook on the planet!
Cinder: Do you mean it?
Jaune: Of course I do! In fact, the number three thing I look forward to after a successful mission is to eat your delicious and scrumptious dinner!
Cinder: What are the first two?
Jaune: Coming home to my beautiful wife and amazing daughter, of course!
Cinder: *blushes* Thank you.
Jaune: Feeling better?
Cinder: *nods*
Jaune: So, shall we go back to where we left off? Or do we start all over again?
Cinder: *gets up from Jaune’s lap before grabbing a nearby whip with a sly smile on her face* Let’s start all over again.
Jaune: *gulps*
#Knightfall#RWBY#RWBY Knightfall#Jaune Arc#Cinder Fall#Jaune x Cinder#Jaune#Cinder#Jaune Arc x Cinder Fall#Arfurnace#Knightfall For Life#Roleplaying Gone Wrong#And then they fucked
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Back on my inquisitor Anders bullshit. Also I couldn’t resist making a meme version
#anders#raleigh samson#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#anders x samson#anders/samson#sanders?#inquisitor anders#misadventures of anders the inquisitor#my art#and then they fucked#this is post is for me and maybe like two other people
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Perturabo was silent for a long time, his attention completely focused on the disassembled objects spread out before him.
"No, Fulgrim," he said eventually. "I am not fun at parties. Why do you ask?"
The Primarch of the III Legion smiled. "No reason in particular. I merely wondered if you'd like to take advantage of so many of the family being close by."
Fulgrim stepped away from Perturabo's worktable, elegantly avoiding the discarded parchments and empty grey plastek sprues littering the room.
"Goodnight then, brother. I shall leave you to your..." he paused briefly, for once unable to find the right word. "Figurines," he finished.
"They're miniatures," the Lord of Iron said bitterly. Fulgrim gave the briefest of shrugs and left the room.
Oh, Perturabo, he thought fondly as his brother's door slid closed. Don't ever change.
"I told you he'd say no," a rough, low voice called from further down the hallway. "If it was anyone but you he would've started throwing things."
"Very comforting, Ferrus." The two primarchs walked together for a few moments in a close, pleasant silence. With anyone else Fulgrim would have found the quiet oppressive, felt the need to speak, to act, to perform in some way.
It had never been like that with Ferrus, and in his introspective moments he treasured that quiet as something uniquely theirs.
"How goes the process of civilising our newest brother?" Ferrus asked.
Oh, Konrad, Fulgrim thought. Please change, even just a bit.
"He has been a challenge," Fulgrim admitted. "More so than I expected."
"Really?" Ferrus asked, amused. "I thought you relished a challenge."
"Not this one," Fulgrim answered. "Have you ever considered the logistics of bathing a fellow Primarch?"
"I could be persuaded," Ferrus said.
Fulgrim gave him a pointed look. "Not like that. I mean someone of our size and strength who adamantly refuses to even consider basic hygiene. And our father wants me to turn this... being into a capable leader of his own Legion."
Fulgrim sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"At the moment it's a miracle if he sleeps through the night without some kind of outburst. His latest development is wandering the corridors to scream at every mortal he sees about the exact time and nature of their deaths."
"You must be tired."
Fulgrim laughed bleakly. "Tired," he said, as if it were some arcane alien concept. "Yes, I suppose I am."
"Come in, then." Seemingly without intending to, they'd arrived in the hallway outside Ferrus's chambers.
"The Gorgon of Medusa invites me to his quarters," Fulgrim said archly. "People will talk. What scurrilous rumours they might spread."
Ferrus shrugged. "Let them."
The room was cool, sparsely lit and, with the exception of Forgebreaker in pride of place on a wall rack, minimally furnished. The opposite of his own in every possible way, but at times like this Fulgrim found the contrast refreshing.
Ferrus flung himself down onto a primarch-scaled couch as Fulgrim's gaze was drawn to the incongruous sight of a rectangular open-topped frigerator unit containing ice and several glass vessels.
"And what might this be?"
"Oh, that," Ferrus said. "One of the latest archaeo-tech recreations based on analysing residues from ancient Terran artefacts. It's an alcoholic drink somehow brewed with crystals."
Fulgrim took a single delicate sip and wrinkled his nose slightly.
"Apparently it was extremely popular on old Earth, but only for a very short time before something else replaced it. Magnus would be able to tell you more."
"I imagine he would," Fulgrim said, turning his attention back to Ferrus. "But with the greatest of respect to the Primarch of the Fifteenth, I don't particularly care about Magnus just now."
For a long moment neither of them said anything. Then Ferrus slid back on the couch, legs parted, and patted a hand on the seat just in front of him.
"Come on, sit down."
Fulgrim quirked an eyebrow.
"Did I stutter, Phoenician? Sit down. You need to relax."
"If you insist," Fulgrim said. He moved to sit cross-legged in the space between Ferrus's legs. After a moment's hesitation, he leaned his full weight back against Ferrus.
"There you go," Ferrus said, starting to run his hands through Fulgrim's long hair. "You don't have to be perfect every single moment of the day."
"Perhaps," Fulgrim replied, closing his eyes. "But then what would I be instead?"
What is this called, he wondered, sudden and cold. What are we doing? The idea threatened to ruin everything if he dwelt on it. To ruin this, whatever it was that he and Ferrus had.
We're Primarchs, he thought. There isn't any existing human word or concept for what we are or choose to be, other than what we decide for ourselves. Like the first ancients naming the stars.
A single cool metal finger poked him gently in the back of the head. "You're thinking," Ferrus said. "I can tell."
"Congratulations. I knew if you saw other people do it you'd eventually start to recognise the signs," Fulgrim replied without any real malice, tilting his head back as Ferrus's hands resumed their movement through his hair.
He felt Ferrus's chest move behind him as he laughed. "You wound me, Fulgrim. I'll withdraw from society to weep and write poetry."
"Anything but your poetry, I beg of you," Fulgrim said quietly. "The galaxy isn't ready for that level of pain and suffering."
#AND THEN THEY FUCKED#it's primarch fluff and cuddles time#fulgrim is the kind of person you can just throw in a word or two here and there and let him talk for half an hour#ferrus “emotional support” manus#stroking someone's hair is genuinely one of the most intimate things you can do imho#trying to broaden my range by writing about nice things#you can have a few memes as a treat#CERVEZA CRISTAL#divider by @squishyowl#fulgrim x ferrus#fulgrim/ferrus#fulgrim#ferrus manus#wh40k#warhammer 40000#horus heresy#warhammer 40k#wh30k#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3#best way i can describe it is fulgrim is an ADVERBS person and ferrus is a STATEMENTS person#neves writes
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He's sat at the bar, in the dark corner by the back door. You immediately clock him as a bar bouncer; the thick, corded muscles on full display with his dark grey plain t-shirt. He's not actually paying attention to anyone else in the bar. As you approach the polished oak wood top you realize he is staring down at a smartphone, eyes trained on the screen. His expression is mostly concealed by his thick, grisled beard but what you can see of his face is relaxed. One hand is scrolling over the phone while the other was wrapped around a tumbler of amber liquid.
Alright maybe not a bouncer; maybe just some biker or woodsman. Not that it was any of your business, but he was handsome in a rugged way. Almost as if he were a bodybuilder or a pro boxer. His bald head tipped back as he sips his drink. You watched, mesmerized as he swallowed the liquor. The muscles of his throat moved so smoothly with the act, you found yourself swallowing the saliva suddenly flooding your on mouth.
How does one make such a common, everyday action look so sexy? Wtf? You tried to tear your eyes away and focus on the beer placed before you. When you glanced back up you were startled to discover his smoldering gaze now fixed on you. Immediately you began to flush. You turned to walk away as a small crowd pushed past you on the way to the bathroom, bullying you into a barstool before you could get away safely.
You huffed and tried to stand again as soon as the crowd cleared, only to nearly collide with another patron who stood up abruptly and stepped back into your personal bubble. You nearly yelped as you felt a large, warm hand gently grab you by your abdomen and tug you carefully against a very warm and broad chest. His other hand shot out to keep the person infront from stepping back further onto your toes. He was growling lowly with a displeased expression at the offender, though you couldn't hear what he actually said over the sound of the music. The toe-stomper seemed to be apologizing and began to stumble towards the back door. Then that thick, coarse beard was at your ear and you shivered.
"Are you hurt?"
"Uh, n-no I'm good-d. Thank you. "
Your face has never felt so hot before. You curse yourself mentally for the stutter. As soon as he lets you go, you miss the feeling of his body wrapped around yours; this only serves to fluster you further.
Right. Time to go home and take a cold shower. You couldn't believe you were fantasizing about a complete stranger you only just met. You didn't even know his name!!
You straighten up and turn halfway to look up at him. All 7 feet and every inch seemed covered in muscles. Alright, you were definitely fucked. Guess that new toy would be well used tonight. You stuttered through the pleasantries and offered to buy him another shot of whiskey as thanks. He politely declined and said he was about to leave. You were a little disappointed; hoping to covertly ogle him while you nursed your beer. And then he surprised you.
"You are small. The bar is full of arrogant, young fools that would take advantage of someone like you. I would like to sit with you until you are ready to leave. I think it would not be wise to leave you alone here."
You blink in surprise. First at the offer; second as you realize he has a smooth accent that was hard to notice over the noise until he spoke at such length. You excitedly accepted, jumping at the chance to speak more with him. You really wanted to drown yourself in his deep, rumbling baritone. Tonight was a very good night.
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that smoking scene from Better Call Saul but with Howard and Florence (this loser failed his bar exam)
(as always, Florence belongs to @neathbound-fiends)
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Mikasa Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman & Armin Arlert
Characters: Mikasa Ackerman, Levi Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Eren Yeager
Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, First Time, Explicit Consent, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Woman on Top, Soft Levi Ackerman
Summary:
A change of location and the dwindling titan threat allows Mikasa a chance to think of something other then survival, but with Eren pushing her further away, her frustrations mount. Armin's whispered suggestion on a remedy for her problem lead her to Captain Levi, and she finds more then she knew she needed in his company.
Hella late, but @a-slut-for-smut it’s here! Based off your prompt from ages ago.
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Vincent: Luci, you do remember when we agreed we were better off friends, right?
Lucrecia, naked in Vincent’s bed: No, I absolutely do not.
Vincent, already taking his clothes off: Fuck… me neither.
#final fantasy vii#incorrect ff7 quotes#vincent valentine#lucrecia crescent#vincent x lucrecia#vinlu#vincrecia#and then they fucked
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Kiryu : nii-san, I had a dream we fucked
Majima : HA! gay, I wouldn't fuck ya
Kiryu : you wouldn't?...
Majima : I mean, unless ya want to...
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GIVE US KYLAR N SYD DOING IT IN THE CHANGING ROOM I BEG U
Anon you must be new here because I still can't write folks actually fucking so enjoy this instead:
Sydney is in the middle of removing his sea salt-encrusted contact lenses when someone pins him to the wall, pressing a blade to his neck.
For just a moment, he feels his heart drop to his feet. His elbows swing behind him, stomping at the assaulter's feet. He misses the first two, but on the third strike, he hits their ribs. The assaulter hisses in Sydney's ear and stumbles back, and with a harsh shove, he slams them into the opposite wall and breaks free.
Sydney whirls around, raising his fists at the blurry figure behind him. It takes a fair amount of squinting before he finally recognizes the dark skin and questionably messy hair.
"Kylar?" he whispers. From the way the blur seizes, he must have assumed right and slouches back in relief. "Christ, you scared me-"
"You..." Kylar seethes. He shakes out his head and lifts his knife. "I'm going to kill you!"
Sydney swallows, scooting back until his back hits the wall behind him. "What did I do?"
"Y-You-" Kylar grits his teeth. After a moment, he growls and yanks at his hair. "You...gah!"
"Sydney?" Your voice startles them both, and Sydney motions for Kylar to shut up.
"Yeah, sorry!" he calls. "You can head out if you want, I gotta go meet with my mom and I'm trying to take the tie out of my hair."
"Oh, ouch," you say sympathetically. "Good luck, Syd. I'll see you at school!"
After a few minutes, Sydney sighs and clears his head. The smaller boy looks dazed, like just hearing your voice turned his brain off.
"...okay, I'm lost," Sydney admits. "Is this because I said you weren't allowed to rent out another book?"
Kylar's eyes flutter before he shakes his head, snapping out of his trance. "No! Y-You-"
"You kept on doodling in the margins, Kylar, and you know if Headmaster Leighton catches you he'll-" Sydney yelps as Kylar pounces, straddling his waist. He throws his arms up to shield his face, but that only results in the smaller boy pinning his wrists over his head.
"You," Kylar gasps, "stole my first kiss. That-It wasn't for you!"
Sydney is half-torn between mocking Kylar for believing in something so sacred as a 'first kiss' and teasing him for pinning him in such a scandalous position. Then he tries to reflect on when he'd ever kissed Kylar and comes up blank.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Kylar," he admits.
Kylar growls, lifting his blade. "Don't be dumb, Sydney! Y-You-I was in the library!"
"Y...yes? You were," Sydney agrees slowly. "You asked if I could help you reach a book, I grabbed it for you, then I left the library to go meet someone at the beach. That's it."
That's as much as he remembers, anyhow. There was a twenty minute discrepancy between Kylar asking and him leaving the library, but Sydney chalks it up to his exhaustion knocking him out for a little bit like always.
Above him, Kylar's mouth falls open, grip on his knife faltering. "A-Are you serious?"
"Why would I lie about that?" Sydney asks.
"Because you-you're..." Kylar sits back on his wet swim trunks and tugs on his hair once more, a strangled scream escaping him. "This isn't fair! I know you're a little off now but you just-you said you were waiting for me, l-like you-" He growls again and hunches over, bumping his forehead against Sydney's. "You...you need to stay away from them. They're mine!"
Them? They? Sydney blinks. Who in the-Oh. Ohhhh.
Sydney can't help it: he giggles.
Kylar's scowl wavers as Sydney's shoulders shake. "Wha-Why are you laughing? I'm being serious!"
"I-I know, I just-" Sydney's giggles grow louder, stronger. He tries to stiffle it, hand over his mouth, but it doesn't help.
And Kylar's scowl turns into an adorable little pout. "Syd, stop it!"
"Haha, I'm-" Sydney clears his throat, but it just makes his giggling even worse. "I'm trying, Ky, I-hehehe-" He hunches over and laughs. There is barely enough room to curl up properly, so he settles for curling against Kylar. He's pleasantly warm against his wet skin. "I didn't-ahem...sorry. Sorry."
Kylar feels...very stiff against Sydney. He shouldn't be, he thinks-they used to hug all the time when they were younger. But Sydney guesses with all the hormones and Kylar being Kylar would make this a bit awkward.
"Did I actually kiss you?" he asks.
"You..." Kylar clears his throat and shuffles back. With the way he's sitting, he grinds right up against Sydney's chastity cage, and he bites back the frustrated growl at the sensation. "Uh, n-no. No, you didn't! I was-I didn't-"
"Did you want me to?"
Kylar freezes. Sydney takes his chances and sits up, slipping his arms around the smaller teen's waist as he grins.
"If I actually took your first kiss, then I'm sorry, really," Sydney says, "but I can help pay you back. Y'know..." He lifts his hips up and grinds, just enough to send shivers up his back and for Kylar to muffle a moan. "Help you practice."
Kylar's eyes flutter before he snaps out of it. "N-No! I'm not..." The fire in his glare sputters, and for a moment Sydney remembers the tiny, awkward little kid he used to play with after mass. "I-I'm saving myself. I-I have to-"
"Because the temple said so, or because you want to?" Sydney asks. When Kylar refuses to meet his eye, he smiles and tightens his hold on him. "They won't mind if you're not a virgin, Ky. And wouldn't it be better to know what you're actually doing instead of just blindly fumbling around like an idiot?"
"I-I know what I'm doing..." Kylar mumbles.
"Yeah, because those hentais you're watching are totally accurate," Sydney says.
"Wha-mphf!" Kylar squeaks into Sydney's mouth, but it doesn't take much probing for him to melt into the kiss. He's overeager and sloppy, but something deep within Sydney sings at how cute it is. He pulls back first, smirking at Kylar's soft whine.
"Deal?" he asks.
"I..." Kylar's eyes dart between his lips and his eyes before he lunges. He misses, but that doesn't stop him from pressing kisses down Sydney's jaw while pawing at his still-wet swimming trunks. "O-Only to learn. Right? Nothing else."
Sydney snorts and grabs at Kylar's shirt. "Sure. Nothing else."
#degrees of lewdity#banned writing#answered stuff#sydney x kylar#and then they fucked#realistically kylar wouldnt but in my head he probably had a crush on pre-Harper sydney#and also this still lines up with his plans to defile syd and make him 'less appealing'#sydney just wants to feel the satisfaction of swiping a V Card#sydney the fallen#kylar the loner
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