I find it curious that people who end up disliking Anders usually list their reasoning as him being snappy. Well, yeah? He is snappy, he is loud, he is fiery, and he doesn't know how to stand down most of the time. If he was not the way he is, he would be another Circle Mage. But that is not really the point, is it? He does not start out as this fiery mage who cannot shut up about anything injustice. He starts out as this jokester even the fans always look back and say "I liked this Anders better". Between the jokester!Anders and fiery!Anders, is there really that big of a difference though? Don't get me wrong, I do see the way years changed him, as well as the merging of course. But who he was and who he is are just a reflection of how he reacts to the same problem he always faced; being unheard. This man spent his entire life trying to make points that never really reached their destination. At first he joked about them, and everybody waved him off. Then he got serious, and he was shut down or ignored. From the point that we meet him, between dead templers, he already looked like he lost the argument about having anyone just listen long ago. So he jokes about it. Now, Awakening!Anders is young, not yet faced the unending taint and darkspawns, he is just starting. He didn't yet see the mess Kirkwall is, didn't help anyone who needs it in a sewer selflessly until drained. Didn't have an ethereal being of justice push him towards righting the wrongs done to his kind. He still had Ser Pounce too, if that helps. And in a way, Karl, of course. But the Anders we see in Kirkwall has seen and done all that. He is now all that he suffered. He changed, he didn't have a choice against it. But one thing did not change; he continued to make his points, and he continued being unheard. And at this point, I think it is already a bit late to hear him out. Because he has been unheard for so long, he feels unheard. And feelings are louder than facts, always. And, yes, he is snappy. He snaps because who would hear if he didn't? He is fiery because he has people to stand up for. It is not just his voice anymore, it is of many more like him. So yes, he is loud, with many voices hidden behind his own. Yet, even then, 'he is just an abomination.'

k my unpopular music opinion dosent really extend to a specific artist, more just like. what even is music taste?? and more specifically, what even is good music taste?? like just because you like some really niche, unheard of artist dosent make your music taste any better that someone else's yknow?? (speaking purely from experience on thaat one)

or if an artist has like really complicated vocab in their lyricism it's immediately assumed they're a good artist but like, it kinda means nothing?? that doesn't necessarily make them amazing. it really frustrates me when that happens. enjoy the music you enjoy, it dosent have to be "good music" by anyones standard's but your own

i get that!! i will own up to probably being a bit of a snob about music and while i do think there are certain things can make one song or one artist genuinely better or more talented than another, i can appreciate that preference is such a huge factor in taste as well and thus objective labels like good or bad have to take that into account and be used lightly. i agree that complicated lyrics or references or what have you dont necessarily make an artist good, or indeed the lyrics good, but i also think that well written or effective lyrics do demonstrate talent the same way a writer's command of their prose can demonstrate talent so like. i feel like it is possible to identify talent in music and music that has been made by someone with a talent for it to a certain extent but i also appreciate that whether or not that music resonates with you is still a preference thing

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im srry ur not feeling well. u asked for infodump?

as ive been playing around w/ aus and comics (most not finished and thus not posted, just like scripts and doodles) i am now forming Opinons on ingo's pkmn history and personality!

so i was free writing comic ideas and i like to minimize ingo's time in hisui == day 2, ingo vanishes from pearl clan medi-tent, like irida just walks in and He's Gone. cue man hunt but ingo pops outta the bushes like 3-4hrs later. irida spots him 1st and mistakes the newly caught gliscor as an attacking pkmn. but when she tries to pull ingo out of the line of fire, ingo snags the gliding gliscor to also pull him along. irida: what. ingo: what? this is my new pkmn? whats that face for? ingo reveals that he not only caught gliscor but also a big machoke! punchline of comic is the cultural disconnect of ingo being like 'all adults have pkmn, pkmn are essential for indepedence, this world looks even more dangerous so i def need pkmn, how will anyone treat me seriously w/o pkmn??' to irida's pov being 'what a goddamn madman! who does this?!? how did he pull that off he has a concussion!?! why??'

onto personalities:

gliscor reminds ingo of emmet w/ its smile! the gliscor quickly clocks how much ingo needs him, and takes its emotional support duties v seriously! gliscor is always keeping one eye on ingo's mood and ready to provide a grin or a cuddle! ingo enjoys stimming by petting gliscor's smooth, exoskeleton! gliscor is pretty protective; he'll snarl or growl at offending ppl/pkmn but wont leave ingo's side w/o explicit orders.

machoke has great himbo energy and only notices ingo's downturning mood when gliscor makes a move or ingo starts spontaneously crying (remember early days! i want ingo to like slowly grow more accustomed to hisui and process his hidden grief! also ingo must b under a lot of stress/fear bc lacking memories). machoke loves ingo and how having a trainer progresses machoke in new, unheard of ways. machoke helps ingo move supplies, and eventually helps ingo construct a little cabin. =machoke naturally helpful and as ingo cant practice martial arts alongside machoke this is next best option for raising a fighting type pokemon. machoke rlly likes battling but in a kind of martial-arty, techinque focused way? if that makes sense? machoke isnt agressive; even in battles its more of a cool focus.

tangela! i want her to be a firecracker!! a can of whoop ass in flavor CHAOS!! i enjoy the contrast between tangela's cute looks and later tangrowth's 'gentle giant'ness with all this spunk amd energy! tangela starts shit and is always ready to throw down! like if there is an inter-pokemon conflict, tangela is getting in the middle and throwing on gasoline. if a baby sneasel wants a fight, tangela will not hold back! a wild pkmn getting too close to ingo? tangela strikes first!! tangela rlly loves ingo and gets into spats w/ gliscor on who gets to hang off the man. however she must admit gliscor is must better at comforting ingo

BRO. GRIPS YOU AND SHAKES YOU. THIS!!! THIS IS SUCH A GOOD INFODUMP I FEEL LIKE IM LOSING MY MIIIIIIIND OH MY GOD this is so cute

sits down. the way u describe ingo being like I GOTTA GET PKMN NOW!! and rhe way u describe his teams personality as me HOOPIN and HOLLERIN at the top of my lungs i love this so much. i love this so so much oh my god. would it be rude of me if i lightly plucked some of these (...p much all of it) for how i think abt his pokemon team??? its ok if youre protective of your interpretations, i dont wanna step on any toes!!!! i just adore ur descriptions im gonna explode

THANK U FOR THE INFODUMP wails in gratitude

Aethers grand Halloween special! a wrath over the adults wallets! Pt 1 😩

"Trick or Treat!" Aether yelled, pounding at the door in front of him. The people of Liyue lacked the spirit for Halloween.

The door opened slowly as a grumpy looking boy peeked his head out of the door.

"... What're you doing at my house at this hour?" Xingqiu blinked, rubbing at his eyes. He was just like a big baby. "And what is the meaning behind your outfits?"

"It's Halloween!" You huffed. "Give us a treat or get tricked, that's how it works!" You explained. "And the outfits are for fun!"

"I have nothing." He spoke, quick to shut the door. "Please do trick me later."

Aether went back to pounding on the door. "You can join us, then! It'll be fun!" He announced.

The boy swung the door open this time, his eyebrow twitching. "You're going to wake up my father."

"Paimon promises your dad won't wake up if you join us." Paimon announced, a cheeky smile on her face.

The boy let out another sigh. Reluctantly stepping out of his house.

"You have no cool outfit." Aether pointed out before crossing his arms. "How disappointing."

"Paimon has to agree.."

"Do you think the Heir of the Guhua Clan walks around in his pajamas?" He sassed, furrowing his brows. "No. The answer is no." He answered before any of you could say something dumb.

"He's so grumpy when he's tired!" Paimon pointed out, eyes wide. "A.. Tired grumpy Guhua geek!"

"Your names are getting weak." You shook your head. Aether could only agree.

"Hey, why is he leading us? He won't know any good hotspots!" Paimon spoke, ignoring the insult as she pointed over toward the blue-haired boy.

"Heheheh, I am simply gathering new people to bother in the middle of the night." He explained, turning back to the three of you. "This is another Halloween tradition, right? Bothering others when they are trying to sleep?"

"... So petty! I'm getting shivers!" Aether shook, running his hands up and down his arms.

"Yeah, I could almost drown from all the pettiness!" You added.

"Wamin restaurant? Who are you going to fetch here? Pickup food?" Paimon questioned as Xingqiu made his way over.

"Have you never heard of Xiangling? I thought she was a world-class chef." Xingqiu sighed. Rapidly smashing the ringer at the front.

"Oooh! You know Xiangling?" Paimon blinked, "Paimon thought you were always busy reading some book!"

The boy fell silent for a moment before letting out a sigh. "I am human, as well. I need to eat."

"Oh, right." Paimon nodded.

It took Xiangling a moment to appear at the front, looking disheveled.

"I had to run over here! My ringer is connected to my clock at home, so I came as fast as I could-" the girl blinked as she processed the familiar faces in front of her. "Oh, what're you guys all doing here? A gathering?" She smiled, "I can make us some yummy Slime Parfaits!" She drooled.

"We are here to retrieve you for the night of tricking or treating others." Xingqiu interrupted with a smile.

"Trick or Treating others..?" The girl blinked. "I don't know what that means, but if I can find ingredients, I'll join!"

"Oh, you'll find some very sweet ingredients." Aether nodded, knowing her, she'd probably find a way to incorporate candy into her dishes.

"Sweet! I'll join you!" She smiled, skipping her way over toward the door, leaving her restaurant completely unattended to.

"The next place we're going may be to scary for thee flying dog, just a warning." Xingqiu warned with a smile, leading the group of you to a rundown cathedral. Much like the one in Mondstadt but in much... Worse condition.

"Paimon's not a dog!" Paimon protested, however, her words went unheard as she stopped herself right outside of the doors of the buildings.

"What's wrong, Paimon? Just a few more centimeters and you'll be inside." Aether encouraged.

Xiangling and Xingqiu pressed on further into the building without fear. As the three of you stayed back.

"No way Paimon's going in there! I'm staying right here!" The girl pouted, kicking her leg in the air.

"Should've left you to drown." Aether mumbled before walking further into the building.

"Hey! Stop being so mean to Paimon!" The girl chased after him in a flash of courage. You slowly joined them.

"Be banished from this world, and settle your soul to rest..." A new voice mumbled out, a random, yet long-lasting flash filling the air.

"Brrr, Paimons cold all of a sudden! What happened?!"

Xingqiu emerged from the shadows out of no where, a smile on his face. "Just a quick Exorcism." He explained. "Nothing to unordinary."

"Oh, just an exorcism..." Aether mumbled. "Just an exorcism?!?" He repeated, however more urgent.

A new boy appeared alongside Xiangling, clouds of cold radiating off the light-haired boy.

"Hello." He greeted. "I get a lot of reports of paranormal activities on Halloween. There's high waves of spiritual energy on this specific night..." The boy mumbled, "sorry for not getting to you sooner."

"No problem, it's only been a few seconds." You shrugged. Paimon frantically tugging at your spare coat.

"This should be my last job for the night. I suppose I can join you all." He offered.

With that, the six of you set off to the nearest, that you knew of- rich guy.

"Childe, open your door!" Aether commanded, pounding on said persons door. He knew a lot of people...

The door swung open, a brown-haired man standing at the doorway. "Heya. What brings you here- and all these other kids...?" He mumbled, his eyes combing through the number of children at his door.

"Trick or Treat!" The lot of you yelled.

Childe stood still for a moment before he let out a small laugh. "Haha... Trick or treat, right." He mumbled, slowly shutting the door.

"What's a trick or treat?" You could hear his muffled voice say.

You all stood outside of his door for a moment, waiting for the man to reemerge.

He returned to the door, with a smile.

"I don't have candy." He spoke. "Besides, why would you trust candy from a guy like me?" He hummed, eying the boy beside you.

"Just give us something." Aether spoke.

"Right, here." He nodded, handing Mora left and right. It was an overwhelming amount, actually. "Have a good night, don't get yourself into trouble." He warned before shutting his door.

"Sounds like he really wanted to get rid of us..." Paimon mumbled. "But now Paimon is stinkin' rich!"

"I was in need of Pocket Money for the night." Xingqiu hummed, causing everyone to glare at him.

"We get it, you're rich!" Paimon yelled.

"I would say we should stop at Zhonglis place, but he probably wont have a thing to give out..." Aether spoke, rubbing the back of his head as he walked down the trail.

"And Ningguang is to busy being her rich self." Xingqiu huffed, crossing his arms. Repeating something along the lines of 'dont talk badly of others'.

"Let's head to Mondstadt! They always have a lot of good stuff on Halloween!" You announced. "I grew up there, and the amount of stuff they give out is crazy! Plus, I know of a few people to bother!"

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"Why does this place smell so badly of smoke?" Chongyun asked, his eyes scanning over the building he stood in front of.

"I don't know, but it's probably a good place to cook.." Xiangling drooled.

"Oh, that's just Bennett being Bennett." You grinned before approaching the door, knocking on it lightly. However, the door caved in, falling onto the floor.

What a flimsy door!

Everyone's thoughts behind you resonated.

A white-haired boy walked over to his door, simply picking it back up and placing it back into it's doorframe.

"Hey, [Firstname]!" The boy greeted with quite a big smile for someone who's door just broke. "I was waiting for you!" He grinned, leaning over to the right, picking up a classic pumpkin bucket.

"I like your hot dog costume!" He complimented.

"And I like your mummy costume." You smiled.

"Have you gotten anything good yet?" He asked, slapping on protection gear. His bad luck kicked in exponentially on Halloween.

"Some filthy rich guy gave us a crap ton of Mora!" You spoke, lifting up your bag so he could get a look. "You can have some." You offered, pouring a good amount of your share into his bucket.

"Thanks a bunch, [Firstname]!" He grinned, finally securing the last piece of equipment before he turned to the rest of the people accompanying you.

"Oh, are these new recruits?" He grinned, overwhelmed over the amount of new people around him. Usually, people avoided him like the plague.

"They're all people that're gonna trick-or-treat with us! Cause I'm forcing them!" Aether stepped up, hands on his hips. He looked quite proud.

"Paimon just goes wherever he goes because Paimon is bothersome like that." The fairy smiled, hands behind her back.

"Huh, alright, cool!" Bennett grinned. "Have to warn you though, my unluckiness might spread to you guys."

"Paimon isn't too concerned, I don't think anyone else is, either."

"Speak for yourself..." Chongyun sweatdropped. "I don't have a good feeling about this..."

Xingqiu let out a laughed as he shook his head. "Oh, dear Chongyun, what's there to be so scared of?" He asked, placing his hands on his hips.

Chongyun let out a groan of irritation before looking around the place. It took a while of walking to get here, so he might as well check the place out.

"Who are you guys?!" Amber's voice echoed throughout the place as she appeared out of no where. "You guys don't look like natives."

"Ever hear of tourists?" Chongyun sighed. "I was forced here by my friend... Who was forced here by your honorary knight."

"It's me, I'm the honorary knight." Aether spoke, making his way over to the both of them.

"Oh, I see.." She hummed, reaching into her pocket. "Take these." She spoke, offering some... Granola bars.

"Granola bars, deadass?" You deadpanned before turning away. "What a let down.. Last year you gave me a crapton of candy..."

"Well, this isn't last year! And I'm on a budget here!" She huffed, her lips settled on a pout.

"Whatever... I bet Diluc and Kaeya have a ton of candy and are competing on who has the most because of their undying sibling rivalry!" You grinned, hopping away from the rest of the group.

"Hold up, [Firstname]!" Bennett called out, rushing after you to only end up rolling down the stairs. Thank God for protection gear....

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Diluc, of course, was attending the bar. Cause he never had anything better to do, and Kaeya was off in the corner, being kind of creepy...

"I forgot it was Halloween." Diluc sighed, crossing his arms at the sight of the children pouring into the room.

"Just like how you forgot about fathers legacy." Kaeya smiled, his voice loud so everyone in the damn place could hear it.

"Damn you.." Diluc seathed, furrowing his brows. "Did you remember what day it was today?" He asked.

"Of course I did." The man smiled, standing up from his seat. "I'm not quite the slacker you are." He boasted.

"Then hand us our candy." Aether demanded. Holding out his bag.

"Yeah!" Bennett grinned. "If you don't mind..." He added on sheepishly.

"Of course..." Kaeya coughed, looking around the area. Snatching a bag of candy someone had left behind while they went to the restroom.

"Here... Share it between all of you.." He smiled, pouring a generous amount into the bags being held in front of him.

"A witch, a mummy, a cat and a hot dog... How....." He looked off to the side, "original..."

Silence filled the air for a moment before he changed the subject. "And... Who are these three? What are their costumes?" He asked, attention on the three people forced to come over here.

"I am Xingqiu... And my costume is... Ready for bed." He bowed awkwardly.

"Chongyun... I'm a... Sumo wrestler..." The light-haired boy blinked sheepishly.

"I'm Xiangling and I'm... I'm..." She grumbled, scowering her brain for an idea. "I'm a pirate!"

Kaeyas uncovered eye widened. "A pirate...?" He asked quietly, analyzing the girls outfit.

"Uh oh.." Paimon sighed, "she's gonna get caught!"

"That's an interesting view on pirates you have..." Kaeya nodded, quickly placing the bag back down as the owner had made their way over.

"Have a nice night, children." He smiled, waving at the lot of you.

"You didn't remember Halloween for shit." Diluc coughed, causing Kaeya to look over at him.

"Of course I did."

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"Fischl? What are you doing out here, I thought you said you were going to stay indoors tonight?" Bennett asked the blonde girl as she walked down the steps from the Adventurers Guild.

"Haha... That was Oz, silly child." The girl lied, laughing into her hand.

"I'm right here," Oz spoke, his voice was pretty deep.

Fischl let out a puff of air as she crossed her arms. She was so close to committing animal cruelty right then and there.

"... That was a few hours ago... Now is now..." She explained with a cough. Looking to the side.

"So then... You can join us in trick-or-treating now?" Bennett asked.

"Hah! Trick-Or-Treating... Why would I do something so childish?" She scoffed.

"Yes, oh so childish of you to have a bag full of candy, right?" Xingqiu hummed, his gaze fixated on the bag she held.

"Oh, this?" She laughed, draping it over Oz in an instant. "He's a big fan of candy... To bad because I'm giving the candy out..." She lied.

"Oh, great! Can we have some?" Aether asked with a smile. Of course, he knew that she was lying, but like... He really wanted candy.

"Um, haha... Right..." She nodded, "only one for each person... Monstadt has... A lot of people..." She hummed, handing out a single piece to everyone.

"How generous." Xingqiu sighed, stuffing the thing into his pocket. "I hate smarties." He grumbled.

"I don't get a lot of free stuff, Halloween is the coolest!" Bennett smiled. "So is my birthday... But that comes every four years... If you think about it, I'm only like... Four years old..."

Countdown

Part of the Phone Sex Series

Phone Sex

Wrecking Ball

Punished

Switch

Jealousy

Birthday Surprise

Characters: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 2180

Warnings: real person fic, BDSM, established d/s relationship, spanking, dirty talk, Sebastian speaking filth in Romanian, teasing, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, multiple orgasm

Tag List: @southernbell91 @marvelgirl7 @jobean12-blog @anxiousamandapanda @loricameback @louisianaspell @cchellacat @book-dragon-13 @marvelandotherfandomimagines @randomfandompenguin

"I'm an old man, baby" Sebastian chuckled when you had asked him if he wanted to do anything for New Years Eve. "Let's just stay home and have our own party" 

You tried to argue that thirty seven wasnt that old but Sebastian's mind was made up. The two of you were to stay home, but little did you know that Sebastian had a plan to have a very exciting evening. 

The morning of December thirty first your eyes fluttered open and a soft gasp left your lips. Sebastian was between you legs and already having his morning dessert, lapping at your pussy hungrily.  Your hand moved to lazily tangle in his hair, giving what you could grasp a tug in effort to urge him on. He sucked against your swollen nub, flicking his tongue over the sensitive head as his fingers moved to push into your hole. A comment about how wet you were went unheard as you arched your hips into his touch. He lifted himself to his knees and bent your legs back, his mouth still latched onto your pussy as you moaned out his name. 

"You're too good at this, Seb!" You gasped out "I'm gonna..I'm close...dont stop"

"Not yet, baby" 

Sebastian pulled away, hovering over your body with a smirk upon his wet lips. You whined at the loss of his mouth and looked up at him with a pout. 

"Tease."

"Oh good, you figured out the theme for today" 

He grinned, moving your arms to pin them above your head before lowering to take your mouth into a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on him and moaned, his tongue finding it's way inside your mouth to give you more of the flavor. As his erect cock slid along your pussy you shifted your hips in an attempt to have him enter you but he just hooked your leg with his, pinning you to the mattress. 

"You're going to abide by my rules today, understood?" 

"Ohh, is daddy feeling dominant today?" 

Your teasing remark was met with the sharp thrust of his cock entering your pussy, bottoming out and stilling until Sebastian willed himself to move. The walls of your pussy squeezed around him, begging for more. He laid still inside of you as he continued to kiss your lips and softly. You whined, attempting to roll your hips but his weight held you taught. 

"Don't make me punish you." He murmured, lips soft as a feather as he lightly brushed them over your collar bone. 

"I need you" you whimpered out

With a low growl he began to fuck you, slow and deep so that you felt every inch of his thick cock stretching you open. He held you against the bed, taking his time, ignoring your pleading as he took his pleasure. When he began to speed up his thrusts you cried out, the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot straight on and you leaked juices around him as you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your belly. He buried his face in your neck, his hips snapping in quick and sharp motion. 

"Oh God, Sebastian! It feels so good. Harder!"

His hand clamped over your mouth to silence your commands. This wasn't about you, this was about him taking his pleasure and leaving you a mess for the rest of the morning. 

"Dont you dare fucking cum" he ordered in your ear as he began to relentlessly pound into you 

You now knew his goal and your pussy gushed even more upon the realization that you would spend the entire day being teased and tortured, another one of his games that you both loved and hated to play. 

You could do nothing but lay under him as his cock greedily slid in and out of you, his moans and Romanian swears causing you to begin the inward battle to resist having an orgasm. You closed your eyes tight and tried your best to think of anything else besides the large clock's punishing thrusts, or the muscular body holding you down, or the heavy hand still pressed over your mouth, or the scent of expensive cologne and last nights cigarette wafting off or your lover. It was too much, your pussy seized around him as you began to tip over the edge. 

"No!" Sebastian growled, pulling out quickly before your orgasm could come full circle

He flipped you over onto your stomach and began slapping your ass, surely leaving handprints. You squealed under the blows your aching pussy leaking its juice down onto the sheets with every strike of his hand. As he spanked you he stroked his cock, the animalistic grunts and growls he was making almost sending you over the edge again. He came, hot streams of cum falling onto your red ass as you panted. As he finished, Sebastian slid his cock between your ass cheeks and dipping the head into your neglected hole just to tease you more. You shivered as he peppered between your shoulder blades with light kisses, his panting breath hot on your skin. 

 The entire day was spent having Sebastian relentlessly teasing you, keeping you on edge of orgasm any chance he got, only to deny your release with a grin. While the two of you made breakfast he kissed your neck, whispering the filthiest Romanian in your ear that made you squeeze your legs together and squirm. You let out a sigh of relief when it was time for the morning run,  meaning he'd be too busy to torment you but being the masochist that you are you put in your headphones in and turned on the playlist of songs the two of you had made for the bedroom. Even at the grocery store Sebastian made sure to tease you. In an empty aisle he pushed you against the shelf, sliding his hand inside your yoga pants to rub your clit with his fingers as he kissed you. When he pulled away you caused after his lips, wanting more of his taste. He just chuckled as he picked up a bag of corn chips, tossing them into the basket. 

"Asshole." You muttered, the heat between your legs driving you mad

That night Sebastian had you splayed out on the bed, hands tied to the headboard  with velvet ropes and a black ball gag was pushed between your lips. You laid waiting for Sebastian to come in and finish his plan for you, your pussy soaking through  your black lace panties as you tried to press against the Hitachi he had strapped with bobdage tape against your thigh. He left it turned off just to fuck with you and went diwnstajd to get the champagne. It was ten thirty, you noted the time as you turned your head to the clock on the nightstand. The sound of the door clicking open made your oussy clench, knowing that your boyfriend was entering. Holding two glasses of champagne and a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries, Sebastian made his way over to stand next to the bed and look down at you with a smirk. 

"Comfortable, baby?"

"Fuck you." You grumbled behind your gag, eyes playfully gleaming up at him

"Oh what was that, Prinţesă? You're not being mouthy are you?" 

You shook your head and he smiled softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He pulled the gag out of your mouth and dropped it to hang against your neck before he ran his fingertips over cheek as he leaned down to kiss you. 

"Want some champagne?" He asked

"Before midnight?!" You gasped in mock offense 

"Yeah. I have a feeling you're going to be quite busy at midnight"

Sebastian's hand trailed down your body and inside the hem of your panties, pushing between the vibrator and your mind until he found your clit. 

"Incă atât de umed pentru mine" 

His words sent a shiver down your spine and you mewled beneath him. You hardly ever knew what he was saying when he spoke his native language but it sounded so incredibly hot that you didn't care. 

"Wh-what?"

"Dont worry about it" He chuckled, rubbing his fingers in a circular motion over your clit  "I could read you my grocery list and you'd cum, wouldn't you, Prinţesă?" 

"Probably,  yeah" you shuddered unashamed 

"Asta e curva mea"  That's my whore

You knew what that meant and you nearly came then and there but he quickly removed his hand and placed his slick fingers against your lips. You placed your mouth on them and sucked him clean, eyes rolling back at the taste of your own arousal. When he removed his fingers, he picked up one of the champagne glasses and took a sip, leaning down to press his lips against yours allowing the alcohol to pour from his mouth into yours. You swallowed, eyes filled with fiery lust, hungry for more.  He repeated the action, giving you another drink, then held one of strawberries up to your mouth and smiled as you took a bite. He fed you champagne and strawberries until the first glass was empty. He picked up the second glass and took a sip, swallowing as he looked at his watch. Grinning and without warning he switched on the vibrator onto the lowest setting. He then stripped himself of his clothes and laid down beside you and replaced the ball gag. For the next forty five minutes Sebastian made you edge close to orgasm as he played with your breasts and spoke the filthiest words in your ear as his other hand tangled in your hair. 

"Don't you dare fucking cum" he would growl when you got close 

When you thought that you couldn't take anymore Sebastian checked his watch again before he sat up and laid your panties to the side, causing the head of the Hitachi wand to press directly against your ready clit, still on low. 

"Its 11:58 and some odd seconds. At 11:59, I'm going to turn it all the way on high. If you cum before midnight, January won't be a fun month, mă înțelegi?"

"I..I understand" you panted, fingers gripping the headboard tightly as you prepared yourself 

"Fata buna" Good girl

Sebastian watched his clock count the seconds and then right on the minute mark, turned the vibrator on high,  causing you to shriek. It was too much, too high against your overly sensitive clit and it almost burned. There was no way you would be able to cum not like this. Sebastian waited until there was thirty seconds left in the year and wrapped his hand around your throats applying pressure. He hovered over you, his face inches from yours as he began to speak again. 

"Tine-l copil" That's it, baby

"nu cum încă" don't cum yet

"asta este fata mea bună" that's my good girl 

"dracu 'ești atât de frumoasă" you're so fucking beautiful

"curva mea murdară" my dirty little whore 

"ai face orice pentru mine nu-i așa?" You would do anything for me, wouldnt you?

"da, ai vrea." yes, you would

"esti gata, draga mea?" Are you ready, darling? 

"zece" ten

"nouă" nine

"opt" eight

"asta este fata mea bună" that's my good girl

"Șapte" seven

"şase" six

"poți să o faci" you can do it 

"cinci" five

"haide, suntem aproape acolo" come on baby, were almost there

"patru" four

"Trei" three

"Două" two

"unu" one

"cum pentru mine!" Cum for me

Sebastian inserted two of his fingers inside of you and began to thrust them in and out hard as you came, soaking the entire bed and his arm with your cum. Everything went white and you felt as if you had flown off the bed and was floating in space as your orgasm ripped through you, the vibrations from the sky unrelenting as it took what Sebastian wanted. Your pussy gripped his fingers tight as he pressed them against your gspot, more of your juices flowing from you. Your stomach muscles seized, your breath hitched mid orgasm and you didn't breathe again until he had removed his hand from you and switched off the vibrator. You collapsed against the bed in a heap of sweat and exhaustion, your calf muscles twitching and your eyes still seeing sparks. 

"F-f-fuck me, Sebastian!"  You managed to gasp out "I need you" 

Sebastian needed not be told twice, within seconds he had the vibrstir and tape removed and he pushed his cock inside of you with a low groan, burying his face in your neck as he rocked against you, for how long you didn't know, all you knew is that you couldn't stop cumming. 

He kissed you as you rode the wave of your third, maybe fourth orgasm, clenching around his cock and milking him of his own. Holding you close. Sebastian stilled his movements and remained inside of you, continuing to plant soft kisses on your lips as you drifted off to sleep in his arms with a murmur. 

"I love you too, Prinţesă. Happy New Year."

sapphires are a girls worst enemy ryan sitkowski x reader

+++++++++ Request from @ryansitkowskiswifey : "Can I request a Ryan Imagine? Maybe being jealous over him being around women?"

this was kind of vague and i just did the chris one like this so i changed a little bit but i hope its still good. i also wanted it to be the opposite of "diamonds are a girls best friends" by marilyn monroe because thats sort of what this idea sparked. hopefully its not too far off and i hope you enjoy!

Song: death is a party, invite all your friends by palaye royale

tag list: @cynic-spirit @alilpunkrock @svintsandghosts @theoneandonlykymberlee @thisplace-ishaunted @musicsexandpizza69

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"damn, where you going dressed like that?"

i said gawking at ryan in his pressed suit. he looked at me confused as he pushed his cuff links into the sleeves.

"why arent you ready?"

he asked and i raised a brow.

"ready for what?"

"what do you mean ready for what? get up, come on or we'll be late."

he pulled me off the couch and pushed me down the hall to our bedroom, there laying on the bed was a deep blue cocktail dress.

"wait, ryan, seriously, what is this for?"

he looked confused again.

"didnt i tell you the party was tonight?"

i raised a brow and shook my head no.

"absolutely not, im pretty sure i wouldve remembered a party invite."

he thought for a second, one hand on his hip and the other scratching at his beard.

"i could have swore i told you. but whatever, you need to hurry up and get dressed or we're gonna be late."

he handed me the dress before leaving the room so i could get ready. i looked over it before quickly going to the bathroom and doing my makeup. when it was done i slipped on the dress and curled my hair, pinning it back and spraying it with hairspray. i sneezed, making myself laugh a little bit before waving my hand in the air to get rid of the fumes.

"bless you!"

i heard ryan call from our room. i opened the bathroom door and stepped out, taking a new pair of heels from him and slipping them on.

"where did you get all this stuff anyways?"

i said standing up straight and taking his hand.

"from a friend. he said we had better look nice for this party or dont come at all, so he came in clutch."

i nodded as we walked out to the car.

"right."

i said as he started it, taking my hand in his again and pulling out of the driveway.

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when we got the party i was a bit surprised. id never been to something like this before, a valet helped me out of the car, offering me over to ryan as he handed him the keys. he pulled me to the door, flashing his invitation to the man at the door and granting us access to the large hotel lobby. we walked in slowly, being immediately met with lots of people standing around, drinking alcohol out of crystal glasses and swaying lightly to the overhead music as they chatted amongst themselves.

"ryan what the hell is this?"

i asked, him tightening his grip on my hand.

"its a party y/n, look we just need to be seen by the host and then we can go."

i shook my head, drawing my brows together.

"we just got here and you wanna leave already?"

he looked at me confused.

"you wanna stay?"

i shrugged as we walked across the room to the bar.

"how often do we get to go out like this? im wearing designer for fucks sake."

i got a few nasty looks from people we walked past at my choice of language.

"fine we can stay for a bit but you gotta be cool."

i raised a brow at him as he asked the bar tender for two drinks.

"me, not be cool? unheard of."

he laughed a little at me as he handed me one of the glasses.

"right."

i shook my head and took a drink.

"im cool. sometimes."

"sure."

he touched my arm lightly.

"hey, im gonna go find the bathroom, dont go anywhere."

i nodded, watching him walk away from me quickly. i sat at the bar, sipping my cocktail and people watching.

"and whats a beautiful young thing like yourself doing here all alone?"

i heard as a tall, serious looking man walking up to me, ordering a drink for himself.

"oh uh, im not alone, my boyfriend just went to do something."

he nodded.

"boyfriend, he must be the one i invited cause im sure i wouldve remembered a creature such as yourself on the guest list."

i laughed a little but to myself, feeling a little guilty at the blush creeping to my face.

"yeah, his name is ryan-"

he snapped and pointed at me.

"sitkowksi's plus one! of course! he did say you were an eye-full."

i smiled at the thought of him complimenting me as such to someone else.

"thats sweet of you to say."

he gently touched my hand, leaning further into the bar.

"well it is true, he also said you look best in sapphire, and looking at the dress i sent him id say he chose well."

i slid my hand slowly away from him, taking a sip of my own drink.

"thank you kindly, i was a bit surprised at his choice of outfit but am thankful for it nonetheless. it really is beautiful."

he reached forward to push my chin up, making me pull away form him, my gaze darting across the room. i saw ryan, talking to a small group of girls.

"just as beautiful as you sweetheart."

i was starting to get uncomfortable. and watching ryan from across the room made me uneasy, not only was he not with me to stop this mans relentless flirting he was starting to get touched by the girls talking to him. i watched as they giggled to themselves, the three women touching his arms and chest as they flirted with him. i was a bit frustrated to be honest. i tapped the bar lightly, looking back to the host.

"right, um, if youll excuse me."

he grabbed my arm as i stood off my bar stool.

"going so soon princess?"

i looked down at his hand before looking up at him sternly.

"wouldnt want to ruin this pretty dress."

i said harshly, pulling my arm away from his. he looked a little disgusted at what i was insinuating.

"of course."

i nodded before walking off in ryans direction. i was fuming now, how dare he try to take advantage of me like that, even knowing i had a boyfriend. and not only that but those women were still flirting with ryan. i walked up to the them and ryan looked down at me with pleading eyes.

"hes taken."

i said rather aggressively, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from them.

"and we're leaving."

i started pulling him towards the front door.

"wait, babe? i thought you said you wanted to stay. i didnt even get to talk to-"

"i did, hes a gem, lets go."

he stopped, spinning me around to face him.

"wait, is this cause of those girls? they were just asking about the band."

i scoffed at him.

"yes, the girls, of course."

i rolled my eyes at him.

"then what?"

"your generous host was trying to get in my pants,"

i poked his chest.

"knowing i was taken!"

he drew his brows together.

"really?"

i crossed my arms over my chest.

"the girls were just the tipping point. i was trapped at the bar alone with creeper-mcgee and you were over there flirting with the gaggle of idiots."

i looked down at the ground trying to not let my anger turn to tears. he ran his hand gently down my arm.

"im sorry y/n, i didnt mean to make you feel that way. if you really are uncomfortable we can leave."

i nodded, stepping into him and wrapping him in a hug.

"going so soon?"

i heard his voice again, the host. i tensed my body before looking up, not letting ryan go.

"uh yeah Gio, sorry, we would love to stay longer but y/n's sick."

he lied, looking down at me and rubbing my back reassuringly.  the man reached forward, moving to touch me face but ryan caught his hand.

"ill have the dress dry cleaned and sent back to your office."

he said, looking deeply at Gio. the man just looked over me.

"dont worry about it. A creature like this deserves to own nice things, she should keep it. after all, she does look stunning in sapphire."

i wanted to vomit.

"how kind."

ryan said annoyed, letting go of his hand.

"hopefully ill be seeing you again young thing. and i hope you feel better, if theres anything i can do dont hesitate to ask."

i nodded.

"thanks but at the moment id just like to lie down."

he bowed forward.

"then i wish you both a safe trip home."

i watched in horror as the three women who had been flirting with ryan flocked to Gio, hugging to him like leeches. maybe he was trying to break us up but who knows.

"thanks."

ryan said, unwrapping my arms from his torso and taking my hand in his.

"ill be in touch."

gio said as we turned to leave, walking out the door that was being held and going straight to the valet.

"i never wanna go back."

i said quietly to ryan and he nodded, kissing my forehead.

"and we never have to."

he said taking the keys from the valet as they pulled up. he held the door for me.

"id also like to get out of this designer death trap."

i said, desperate. he looked down at me, disappointment written on his face from the events of the night.

"Walmart and McDonald it is."

i smiled up at him.

"thanks baby."

he closed the door and i watched him intently as he jogged around the car, sliding into the driver side and taking my hand.

"comfort here we come."

a quick chase through the forest

author: @toots-senpai

fandom: creepypasta

pairing: eyeless jack x reader

rating: R [18+]

warnings: pure smut, blood mention, concussion sex

a/n: ---

MINORS DNI

i don't except follows from ageless blogs, you will be blocked!!

your heart is pulsing as you run, you can hear it along with the twigs crunching under your feet and the paranoia kicking into your veins. pain is surging up through your calfs as you continue darting. you didn’t want to turn around, you knew he’d be there, close behind and running without effort as he chuckled at your exhausted form running. you dont remember what really lead up to this moment, him chasing you, you being the prey and him the predator. hes lurring you to rely on him and only him, by tainting and destroying you with every chance he gets. your screams will go unheard as the figure grabs you and pushes you against a large tree in the foggy forest and runs his hand under your skirt and into your panties pushing his fingers into your cunt making you draw out a moan.

“n-no-!“ you gasped trying to push back against him off the tree as he chuckled pressing his hard on to your asscheek .

“Caught you~” He laughed as you arched against him while his fingers started thrusting into you roughly. a pleasured scream ripped through your throat as he pressed your body into the tree. with his weight completely holding you up and his hand torturing your cunt you relaxed onto him knowing there was no getting away from his torturous seduction. your whimpers grew louder as you bucked your hips against the hand holding onto the masked man’s neck as your cunt dripped off his fingers and down his wrist. you were met with a delighted growl from his lips and thrown down onto the forest floor. once your head hit the ground, you immediately felt your head start to pound and vision start to spin blood running down the side of your head. you were dragged onto his lap, him grinding harshly onto your wet panties, the head of his hard erection pressing against your clothed hole at times. he started rocking against you and whimpers started becoming moans, even through the pounding headache was attempting to lull you into unconsciousness. his husky groans left his throat as he rocked against your cunt with his cock sending your pussy tightening around nothing and you bucking your hips up giving him direct access to your slippery cunt, his hardened erection threatening to rip you open. your moans intertwined with his as he continued rocking against you. “stupid whore is going to be dicked down in the forest. where everyone can see your glistening cunt and your pathetic moans as i fuck you good? huh, bitch?~” he teased as you just moaned your hair sticking from your face from the sweat and humidity of the forest. your hearts harsh pounding inside your chest echoed in your ears as he ripped your uniform open, letting the buttons pop off the blouse and exposing your chest to the perverted man that took his hand from your panties and running them up to your breasts. he grunted taking off your bra and the rest of your blouse putting it on the ground under you. his long parasitic tongue came from his lips and wrapped around your hardened nipples as his hands went to work on sliding your panties off from under your skirt and safely into the pocket of the back of his jeans. your moans seemed a bit distant in the empty woods but echoed enough for the man to hear it and start rubbing your exposed clit earning more delightful moans from your ears making him let out a delicious groan into your ear. “does the whore want to be filled with daddy’s cum? does she want my cock stuffed deep into her cunt and her mouth filled with my tongue, hm? you wanna be daddy’s. little. fucking. whore?~” He said harshly dry humping your cunt making your tits bounce and moans fall from your lips as your nails digged into the skin of his neck from pleasure.

“a-ah! yes daddy!~” you moaned as he pulled you into a harsh passion filled kiss while pulling his erection from it’s confines and lining his cock to slam into you making your toes curl. “o-oH! jACK!” you moaned as he chuckled rubbing his thumb roughly against your clit snapping his hips to yours roughly. his belt buckle lightly clinking against your thigh as he watched your first orgasm hit you as he kept his fast pace making you twitch a little under him. the stamina of this man has always been insane so the rough snapping of his hips wasn’t so much of a surprise to you. you muttered a profanity through your cock filled orgasmic daze as you gripped onto his shoulder and ran your nails across his back as his cock digged against your g-spot for the second time making your moans choked and strangled.

“you’re gripping my cock so well with that pretty pussy~” he said running a hand to your throat and gripping making your pussy tighten ever more around his girth. you squirmed under him until he lifted your legs up and thrusted deeper causing your jaw to drop and drool to run down your jaw. your body twitched as you came again around his cock, the loud squelching of your cunt never faltering to silence in the dense quiet forest. feeling the wetness between your thighs, he kept going slamming his cock into your cunt rocking your body as you pulled the blouse from behind you. rocking against the thrusts, you pulled off his mask with a rip of the velcro and dragged him down intertwining tongues as he drilled deep into your tight cunt grunting and letting his first orgasm take over him. his hot cum spilling into your cunt as he thrusted faster chasing his orgasm with a hand around your breast. though the air was sticky around you two, you could still see your hot air blowing into the dense fog around you. sweat and forest condensation traveled across your open skin and dripped down from your skin onto the ground. sweat was evident on his forehead and dripped down slightly as he kept digging deeper into your cunt keeping ‘eye contact’, his forehead tipped against yours, catching your red and swollen lips into a chaste kiss every now and again. You tugged at the sweater that now looked incredibly sweaty on him and watched him pull away from your body, cock still buried deep within your cunt as he lifted his hoodie over his head. your eyes quickly darted over his skin as his muscles flexed as he tossed the hoodie. you admired watching him take his tightly fitted shirt off as well, running your fingers up his sweat dripped chest and down to his v-line before gripping some of the cock that wasn’t fully buried. his hip twitched as you teased his shaft with your fingernails and delicate fingers. he whined a bit pulling out softly, your juices dripping off his cock and going to pull down the rest of his pants.

“W-wait.” You said feeling dizzy and let your arms fall as he glared at you stopping dragging his pants down his hips. You looked at the small pool of blood that has dripped from you head in front of you and tried to keep awake “I- I wanna go back to the cabin. It’s too hot out here and my head is hurtin-“

“are you kidding right now dollface? my dick is out, hard as a rock and your pussy is dripping with my cum, and you want to stop now, because ‘it’s hot?’, hm?”

“Well.. no, you banged my head against the fucking ground and i feel like i’m going to pass out-“

“shut the fuck up sweetheart, deal wit-“

“oh fuck you. you know what, i hope i pass out on this stupid forest ground, and bleed out and die. eat fucking shit and die you corpse-” you pouted looking away from the demon in front of you sleep threatening to take you out, your walls relaxing around his hardened cunt making him grunt out of annoyance as he started pulling out. your tight cunt gripped his cock the two of you moaning as he pulled completely out of your sryupy cunt, a small string of your arousal keeping the two of you connected. with a content hum he grabbed the string from his cock with his finger pushing it back into your cunt til you felt his knuckle against your hot, pulsing clit. you whined your legs twitching as he pulled his finger back out. he sighed grabbing your skirt and pulling the sweaty material down to cover your arousal and grabbed his hoodie, harshly slipping it on your naked skin. He zipped himself up slipping back on his damp tee and threw you over his shoulder. you went to bark at him for treating you too roughly but he dug his fingers deep into your dripping cunt, his fingers make scissoring motions causing you to moan and go limp against his strong broad shoulder.

“complain once on the walk home, and a concussion wont be the only reason you’ll have to visit the table tonight.”

Just Breathe

Ship: none, platonic (paternal) relationship between Harley Keener and Tony Stark

Summary: Harley has a panic attack, Tony helps

Tags: none (not posted on ao3)

Author note: this was a story that I originally wrote for febufluff day 7, "hugs" before realizing that it neither had hugs, nor was it very fluffy, like at all. I didnt want to just scrap it, so I figured I'd post it here. I am going to write another story for day 7 of febufluff, but it'll just come out a bit later 🤷‍♀️🤣

TRIGGER WARNING: This story is all about Harley having a panic attack due to his bullies finding out he is gay, and threatening to tell his school about it (aka being homophobic assholes). I describe the panic attack in detail, so if that's not your speed, DO NOT READ. Be safe, please, I love you all ❤

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Click, click, click-

Harley clicks his pen unconsciously, his leg bunching up and down repeatedly, staring down at his paper with squinted eyes, hoping, begging his mind to focus on the homework.

Click, click, click-

Its math homework, Harley is good at math, he has always been good at math, so why cant he just focus? Why cant he just finish the problem?

Click, click, click-

The question muddles in front of him again, and Harley begs himself not to think about it, tries his hardest to focus, focus, focus! but his cries go unheard, the memory swarming into the forefront of his thoughts once more.

The note on his desk, telling him to be behind the school after class. The walk there, where Harley's curiosity had beat out his fear (such a stupid decision, he should have just left, should have just gone home-). The anticipation, leaning against the old, dirty brick, just waiting, waiting, watching and waiting. The group that had shown up, a bunch of bullies from his school, had surrounded him, pushed him up against that very same brick and held him there like pray, grins smug and eyes glistening, eyes knowing.

They knew his secret, they said, his secret that he was trying to hide for days, for months, for forever, trying to bury as deep into himself as he possibly could. Had said that they had caught him a few days, at the movies, with a kid from out of town, a boy from out of town. Had said that they saw them kiss, had said that they knew, knew who he really was, what he really was, had called him vulgar words, names and curses and swears, had beat him into the ground then and there, and walked away laughing.

They told him that they were telling the entire school. They were going to tell the school about his- his feelings, his sexuality, and- and everybody would hate him, hate his guts for something he couldn't control, can't control, had tried to control for so long, for so so long, and then- then the school was going to tell his mother, and his mother would hate him too, abandon him just like his father had, and Abbie would hate him, leave him too. He'd be all alone, all alone and nobody would care about him, nobody would miss him, nobody would want him and- and-

And he can't breathe.

Oh god, he can't breathe.

Harley tries to take a deep breath in, but all he can manage is a shallow gasp, his lungs feeling as if two vice grips are squeezing them on the highest setting, not allowing them to expand and contract, not allowing air to flow freely, not allowing him to breathe. He keeps trying, his faint gasps getting louder and louder, harder and harder to do, his heart beat drumming in his ears, fast and quick, and he's shaking, shaking like a leaf, and he cant stop, cant breath, his chest aches, his heart aches and oh god, he's dying, he's dying, he's going to die out here, in his garage, all by himself, all alone, his mother working and his sister with her friends, all alone, all alone-

He needs to call someone. He needs to- to-

Harley scrambles for his phone, placed beside the sheets of paper that are slowly blurring together as tears fill his eyes, and he tries multiple times to open it, failing, failing, failing every time, -nobody's going to know, he's dying, he can't- until finally, finally it opens, and he clicks on his contacts list, scrolls to the M's, and presses call, holding it up to his ear.

His other hand as made its way to his chest, having a death grip on his shirt as his chest continues to get tighter and tighter, the air feeling thicker and thicker, the room blurring and spinning and he wont make it, he wont make it until-

"Harley? Harley, I need you to breathe, kid." Its faint, Tony's staticky voice barely heard over the blood rushing in his ears, but it's there, and Harley clings to it like a lifeline (it is, it is a lifeline, his only chance at surviving-).

"I- I dont- I cant-" Harley wheezes, curling into himself, resting his head in between his knees and squeezing his eyes shut, hoping it'll help his rapidly increasing dizziness, hoping it'll stop the room from spinning so damn much, hoping it'll stop his world from collapsing on top of him like it is right now, god, please, have mercy-

Tony breaks through the white noise again, his tone softer than Harleys ever heard it, but strong, urgent. "You can, kid. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you can. You gotta try for me, okay?"

Harley just shakes his head, even though he knows Tony cant see it, his body trembling again as adrenaline rushes through his veins. "I'm dying, I'm- I- oh god I'm dying-"

"You aren't dying, Harls, I promise you, you aren't. You're having a panic attack." Harley doesnt respond to that, just sobbing in between his wheezing because he's dying, he knows he is, he can feel it, he's- "Kid, you're going to pass out if you don't breathe, so I need you to listen to me okay? I want you to breathe in for 4 seconds, hold it for 7 and then breath out for 8, you think you can do that for me?"

Harley doesnt, he doesnt think he can do it, but hes gotta- he's gotta try something, anything, he can't just go down without a fight, without giving it a shot. "O-O-O-Okay."

"Okay, follow me, okay? Inhale, one, two three, four-" He hears Tony take a deep breath, and tries to as well, shuttering with a sob as his lungs refuse to expand, refuse to listen, stopping his inhale after two, "Its okay, kiddo, you're doing good, now hold it for me, seven seconds, you got this." Harley tries again, holding his breath even as his body spasms, screaming at him to keep breathing, keep breathing, there isn't enough air, need more air, need- "and release for eight seconds," The air forces it's way out of Harleys lung in one loud push, and he immediately gasps again as soon as his lungs are empty. He expects Tony to be mad at him (he'll be mad at him, hate him just like his mom will, the school will-) , but the older man just keeps reassuring him gently, calmly, soothing Harleys worries. "There you go, bud, see? You got this, you can do this. Let's do that a few more times now, okay?"

They repeat the motion over and over again, and to Harleys surprise, after a while, the inhales start to get easier, his lungs start to open up again, relaxing and stretching again, and his heart starts to slow back to it's normal rate. He's still shaking, but its mostly aftershocks now, the last bits of the adrenaline rush draining out of his body. But now that he's calming down and he doesnt feel like he's dying, he can feel the shame and the horror start to creep it's way in, embarassment flushing his cheeks. "I-Im sorry." He whispers out shakily, running his free hand through his hand before holding it tightly, yanking at it slightly.

"Don't apologize for this, Harley, please." The man sounds tired, in more of a physically/mentally exhausted kind of way over an 'I'm annoyed and hate you' kind of way. Harley still feels a tinge of guilt though. "Are you feeling better now?"

He swallows, his throat dry and sore from heaving in and out breaths. "Yeah, yeah I think so. Thanks."

Theres a pause, a moment of awkward, long and uncomfortable silence that Harley isnt sure how to break, isn't sure he really wants know, until the question he was anxiously dreading breaks it anyways. "Kid..." Tony sighs quietly, "I know we dont normally... do this, the whole having emotional talks about our problems thing, but-" he pauses again, thinking his words through. "...do you want to talk about it?"

Harley grits his teeth, before deflecting. "Talk about what?"

"Harley." The man's tone turns stern, but still soft, still gentle, like Harley's a fragile ceramic plate placed at the end of a shelve, one from blow of wind away from falling and shattering. Then, randomly, he speaks up again, his voice sounding more defeated, resigned, "Look, bud, I cant force you to say anything, but I know from experience that talking about it can help sometimes."

Harley sighs, knowing he isn't going to get out of this, no matter how much he wants to (or, how much he thinks he wants to, even if theres some small part in the back of his brain calling out to him, longing for him to tell Tony everything, no matter the inevitable consequences-). He just shrugs, scuff his foot against the cement ground of his garage, mumbling out. "I don't know what to say, where to start..."

"That's okay. Just say something. Starting is always the hardest part."

Harley snorts, trying to lighten the mood one last time. "Since when did you become a therapist?"

"Since I started going to one." Tony deadpans, a tiny light of amusement ringing in his tone before it disappears again, back to serious. "You can tell me anything, Harley. No judgement, okay, maybe a little bit of judgement depending, but no everlasting grudges, I promise."

Harley chuckles lightly, his back of his eyes burning suddenly, randomly, a flash of warmth flowing through him. Because even with all of his self deprecating thoughts, even with all his anxiety, the one thing Harley knows about Tony Stark is that he always keeps his promises, no matter what it costs to do so.

And so, Harley tells him. Tells him his truth, shakily, nervously, painstakingly slow and fearful, only to be told instantly that it's okay, that he is okay, that it doesn't change anything. Tells him about the boys at his school, about their attack, about their plans with a few split tears and a sob or two. Tells him about how afraid he really is, about how he doesnt know how anyone will react, if his friends will leave him or not, if his family will still love him after it all. And Tony reassures him the whole time, backs him up through it all, telling him it'll all be okay, that even if the school finds out and it becomes a big deal, that it'll blow over in a few weeks, and if it doesnt, that high school is just the first part and a small portion of a longer, bigger life. Telling him that if his friends leave, that they arent truly his friends, and that he knows that his mom, his sister will love him no matter what. "Theres only a few things I know about Macy Keener, but I do know for a fact that she loves her son to death, and couldnt even imagine her life without him in it." (That caused a few more tears to be shed).

And after it's all said and done, the call ended and "The Mechanic" is shining back at him in big white letters, Harley starts back to work on his math assignment with a grin on his face, feeling lighter, better than he has in a long time.

Emergency Room

Pairing: Margot Robbie x Fem!Reader

Words: 1, 484

Request: Since it's your first Margot story maybe start out with something like the first time Margot and the reader meet/flirt? Or maybe a story about their first date? Or maybe they're already a thing but the reader is gonna ask Margot to be her gf? There's some ideas :) I'm sure you can make it super cute!

Summary: You bump into Margot on your way from school, but instead of asking for a picture or sneaking one (you know how she doesn't always want to take them), you ask for her autograph. She gives you both, ..... and a little something extra.

Warnings: None, surprisingly. Just fluffy stuff. Not edited.

A/N: Dont mind the ending its terrible. i tried to make this a brain dump, but the way my brain works... no ma'am. I’m sorry this is so bad, i haven’t been in the best mood to write lately, so this is really forced and really bad. Just to get me back into the habit. I always said I wouldn’t be the cliche this relationship is moving way too fast writer but here I am. Enjoy :)

Walking through the streets of New York was something you always enjoyed. Being able to be lost amongst thousands of other people, scanning faces and you strolled with your hands in your pockets and headphones in your ears.

Today was a fairly normal day, you had woken up, gone to class and now you were on your way home. You didn’t get much sleep last night though so your brain was pounding inside of your skull. All you wanted to do was go home, eat, and sleep the day away. You were sure there was nothing that could change that.

You decided to walk with your head down, a bad idea, you knew, but the bright life of New York City was starting to make your headache worse.  You couldn’t walk with your eyes closed, so this was the next best thing. You had gotten lost in the music, subconsciously walking to the beat. Your head bobbed lightly despite the pain that continued to get worse.

Suddenly, your body had collided with someone else’s, sending you to the ground and into a few more people. Your phone fell out of your pocket, your headphones going right along with them. A chorus of “hey’s!” “watch it, dude!” and “what the fuck!’s were thrown your way.

You screwed your eyes shut, the noise and lights almost making you cry. You tried (and failed) to look for your phone, sighing when you couldn’t find it. Someone must have grabbed it.

“Oh my God!” A voice rang out behind you. You had heard that voice before, you were sure of it. A hand was placed on your shoulder, tapping lightly. “Here let met help you up.” Grabbing the hand, you stood up, giving a small thanks, not even looking at the person. You could it was a woman based on the voice and striking accent, she was behind you.

You looked around on the ground a bit more for your phone, but to no avail.

“Oh! I’m so stupid, you must be looking for this. It flew out of your pocket and I grabbed it before anyone else could.” That voice sounded really damn familiar. You turned around, eyes nearly popping out of your head when they made eye contact with the person you bumped into.

“I- You’re- What!?” Your face felt hot and you knew for a fact it had flushed. Your hands got clammy and your heart raced. “Margot Robbie!” Seeing her flinch and her eyes look around her, you felt guilty.

“Sorry.” You said in a more hushed voice, then you started to whisper. “Margot Robbie! Oh my god I can’t believe I just bumped into my favorite person ever!” 

She laughed, holding your phone out to you more. You took it from her, cringing at the cracks that ran through out your entire screen.

“Sorry about that.” She said, nodding to your phone. You looked up at her once again and you were floored.

She was a bit taller than you, but you could see the way her eyes glistened as they looked down at you. Her hair blew almost expertly in the wind, little stragglers from her ponytail framing her face. She was just in a simple jeans and hoodie, but boy was she pretty.

“No it’s okay! Don’t worry about it, I get a new one in a year anyways.” You placed your phone in your pocket. “It was my fault anyways, I should’ve been looking.” The headache almost became unbearable, making you clench your eyes shut.

“Are you alright?” She stepped a bit closer to you and placed a hand on your arm, eyes scanning over you. Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden closeness of your idol. But you got it together.

“Yeah! I’m fine.” Your voice was wavering. “I’ve had a headache since earlier and I might have hit it on the ground a little but I’ll survive.” Her eyes squinted and you looked away from her, trying to ignore your head.

“I don’t believe it. You look to be in more pain than that. Let me take you to the emergency room, please. Just to make sure.”

Your eyes immediately opened and looked at her. “No! I couldn’t possibly do that to you. You have much better things than to be doing. I’ll be fine.”

“Please it’s the least I could do.” She looked at you and you looked at her. Your heart was still racing and you felt like you could pass out at any minute. You weren’t sure if it was from a possible concussion or the fact that the woman you were so obsessed with still had her hand on your forearm and wasn’t moving it anytime soon. Either way you knew you weren’t okay.

“Fine, fine.” You relented. Hearing her light triumphant chuckle and seeing her smug smirk may have dulled your headache a little bit, but you weren’t sure. 

“This was not how I imagined spending my day.” Margot sat in the chair next to your hospital bed. The ride to the hospital was rather interesting. Margot’s driver was more than happy to drive, (it was his job so he didn’t really have a choice), but throughout the entirety of the ride, Margot couldn’t stop....touching you. 

She didn’t know what was wrong with her, it was like she had an itch, and her hand on your arm on her shoulder on yours was the only way she could scratch it. She wasn’t really sure what had gotten into her. A crush on a fan? That was something unheard of.

“You’re telling me. Who knew that concussion’s were so disgusting. My stomach still doesn’t feel right. I’m supposed to be at home, sleeping right now.” You sighed, throwing your head back and closing your eyes. 

“So you aren’t happy to see me?”

“Not what I said. Like I said you’re my favorite person in the world.” You laughed at yourself. “It would be my luck to literally fall in front of you. Can’t say I’m the most surprised.

Margot laughed at that, keeping her eyes on your profile. You looked so serene, in a way. Sure you had a bandage wrapped around your neck, IV hooked into your arm and hospital gown on, but she was still taken aback at you.

“See? It’s not all bad.” She sat back, still admiring your features when the doctor came back in.

“Alright,” He said as he came to stand next to you, your eyes still closed. The room way dark, to help your headache until the morphine kicked in. “Your x-rays look good, no bleeding, a little bit of swollen but that’s to be expected.” He went to go wash his hands and grab a light. He looked to Margot.

“She won’t be able to run, jump, eat anything too heavy or do any fast movements for about a week or so.” He stood over you, holding the light to your eye and flashing it back and forth. 

“You've got a great girlfriend huh?” He said as he switched eyes. “I know this trip will be one for the books. Make sure to get something to capture it.” Margot choked on air, coughing to relieve herself. A light blush came up to her cheeks.

“Definitely.” She mangled out.

“Okay! You’re all set. I will have a nurse come back with your prescription and discharge papers and you can go. Be careful.” He said to you before turning to Margot. “Take good care of her, Make sure she gets what she wants. Have a good evening.” He stepped out and you immediately went into a fit of giggles.

“So....Now that you’re my girlfriend and all, how about an autograph? I’m just following doctors orders.” You tilted your head towards her, smiling groggily. Your eyes here halfway shut and your lips relaxed. Margot’s heart jumped.

“Autograph? That’s a new one.”

“Well, I know you aren’t that fond of pictures, and I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” Her heart jumped at that one too.

“It’s alright, for you I’ll give you three things.” She leaned forward in her chair. “You live in New York, right?” You nodded.

“What three things?”

“A picture, an autograph, and my number.” You didn’t mean for her to hear your gasp, but you weren’t Wonder Woman.

“Okay,” You tried to sound nonchalant. “That definitely works. But why the third thing?”

“Well you know, now that you’re my girlfriend and all, I have to make sure you’re okay and doing what the doctor says. Plus I owe you a new phone and a proper meet and greet.“ She smirked, and you kinda sort got what she was hinting at, but you didn’t wanna push further just in case.

So you forced your heart to calm down and nodded your head.

“Doctor’s orders?” You smirked.

“Doctor’s order. Gotta give you whatever you want.”

thursday afternoons

[haibara + amuro; platonic (kind of introspective)]

summary:  haibara visits poirot, amuro notices her (and wonders why)

a/n: yall ever kick back and realise how amuro and haibara are connected by akemi and her mum. and that they dont even fuckin know. what the heck.

read on ao3

It’s an odd happenstance that began in early May.

Every Thursday afternoon, an elementary school girl with poise of someone ten years older walks into Poirot. Without fail, she’ll take a seat at the table in the middle of the store, and quietly order one glass of iced tea which lasts for the entirety of her stay that consists of nothing but reading a heavy tome pulled from her comically small red backpack.

On Thursdays, the store is always half empty. Needless to say, it’s difficult not to notice her, especially for someone like Amuro.

“Oh, that’s Haibara Ai-chan. One of Conan-kun’s friends.” Azusa-san had chimed in when she caught Amuro staring once. “She doesn’t come here alone often, though.”

Facts that Amuro already knew, but was still polite enough to smile and thank for.

Facts that irk him, with how effortlessly she adopts an unassuming nature.

Any other child, from the Detective Boys to a stranger, Amuro would simply turn a blind eye to.

But this girl sits as if she waits.

It’s a trained posture, one of a figure not quite prey or predator.

A page flips, and still he can tell her ears and eyes are trained on her surroundings instead of her book.

It’s a sort of stance he recognises from hardened black cloaked criminals or too smart bespectacled detectives.

Yet he cannot fit her in either category; in any category he has neatly alphabetised in his head.

She slips between the labels, balancing on the cusp of endangered and dangerous.

Another page flips.

Amuro puts down the next cup of coffee a little too harshly, and smoothly apologises for the ordinary clack of glass against wood.

She’s just a child, he tells himself.

But the nagging gut feeling of something being wrong with the eight year old girl who reads Frankenstein are too loud to ignore.

Honed instincts are vital to any policeman. Juggling three hats filled with timed bombs, Amuro thinks he should know this better than anyone.

The only thing that’s keeping him from walking over and striking an interrogation beautifully fancied as a conversation is another eight year old child by the name of Edogawa Conan.

The spectacular double take the boy had had upon seeing Haibara one day did not go unnoticed by the blond.

Conan had hurried over to her, hissing questions that she calmly answered with a brow raised.

Snippets of their low conversation was enough for Amuro to piece the picture of the Thursday afternoon visits together.

A Science convention coming up, the professor and Subaru-san too busy to watch her - not like she really needed to be watched, but the professor insisted, so where else could she go, Edogawa-kun?

Conan rolls his eyes as Haibara flips another page boredly.

He says something about Poirot being safe he guesses, and Amuro catches his glance from the corner of his eye.

As Conan leaves, he all but barrels Amuro into a corner of the shop, narrowed eyes possessing a glint so sharp Amuro feels not for the first time the tenacity of a man within the child pointed against his throat.

“Watch over her.” He simply says. Raw protectiveness is clearly heard through his calmly spoken words. He knows well enough that Amuro listens in on more than he’s invited to. “And leave her alone. She won’t do anything if you don’t start it first.”

“Why would I pick fights with an elementary school child, Conan-kun?” Amuro asks lightly, smiling at the way Conan easily picks apart his curious question to its bare bones as an investigative statement.

Conan shakes his head, the hard lines on his face easing out into a grin. It sparks with mirth and dare Amuro say, trust.

“Just give her an easy time, Amuro -niisan .”

So Amuro had, and so he would.

Haibara isn’t a child who causes a ruckus, anyway. Azusa-san serves her, and she remains a model child for the rest of the day.

There isn’t a reason for Amuro to be this unnerved.

Yet he is.

So reservedly she holds herself, so delicately she handles the atmosphere, Amuro cannot help but be aware.

In the calm silence of her, Haibara flips a page soundlessly.

She never chooses a seat near the windows.

Amuro thinks it means she has something to hide, someone to hide from. Or maybe she just doesn’t like the sun, the way it bathes one in warmth and gentle light.

She never gets a second serving of tea.

Amuro thinks it means she doesn’t want any attention drawn to her, that she cannot afford more conversation than necessary. Or maybe she just needed a reason to stay, and one glass is all that’s required.

Haibara Ai is a mystery Amuro doesn’t have the clues to solve.

It isn’t for the lack of it, but rather the surplus.

He knows too much of Haibara, but not enough of Ai.

But he catches glimpses.

In the moments when the sunlight catches the tilted sheen of her rosy hair; when she lets slip a smile as she reads; when she angles her face toward the window, soft sadness directed at girls in high school uniforms, at women with dark, flowing hair.

But it all melds into neutrality as she turns back to her book, a trained restraint unseen in other children her age.

Her steadiness intrigues him like Conan’s genius does.

Like a crisp ring of the bell, it appears in instances and echoes.

Even in the thundering of an afternoon downpour, it remains.

Clear and unbroken, unaffected.

Haibara curls a hand around her ear, pushing her hair behind it.

Today it’s a simpler novel, one of the latest releases from the local bookshop.

The minimalist cover gives it away.

For all that Haibara cloaks away about herself, she is terribly open about the smallest potential trip ups.

But Haibara is open in the way that threatens. A well polished blade for anyone she doesn’t like to test how well it may or may not cut.

It works well enough for everyone except Amuro.

For everyone except those that really matters, he might even guess.

And in the coffee shop that’s empty for anyone else bear the two of them, it entices Amuro to see how well Haibara can wield it.

A memory of a trusting smile flickers, and the thought wavers, disappears.

It’d still do well for Azusa-san to hurry back from her delivery, though.

A kettle whistles.

Moments later, the sweet fragrance of steeping coffee beans punctures the drearily lit shop.

Haibara barely startles.

Droplets of water slick down the side of her untouched glass.

Increasing patters of the rain fill the shop, drowns the occupants in the white noise, the growing ocean.

Amuro’s breaths slow just the slightest, to adjust to their faux undersea.

Thunder claps.

Atmosphere rippling, Haibara shifts.

As she does, Amuro thinks he sees saltwater clinging to her hair, the corners of her eyes.

Hands paused in a mid-turn of page, gaze fixed on the empty streets outside, the grey clouds.

Submerged, her lips are parted in a soundless whisper.

Words unheard, unspoken.

Unknowing of what might be spoken of.

Another bout of lighting flashes, and something foreign too flashes across Haibara’s face.

The surge of electricity cuts her rose coloured hair white, and a smile grazes the edges of her lips.

In the resound of the rain, Haibara resides; keeps within her blue eyes.

Sinking deep, deeper still, into the echoes of the rainwater all around.

The tea towel crumples in Amuro’s hand.

Recalls the glassiness of a sea surface in his own mirror.

Then the page is set down, the heaviness of the rain already replaced with blank focus.

Amuro licks his dry lips.

It’s uncanny, still.

But it’s a trait he’s suddenly has lost all interest in prying.

That bittersweet fade in her demeanor akin to a mourning shroud convinces him of so.

Haibara Ai still intrigues him, but Amuro thinks he might be able to let it be just that, for now.

Even Amuro cannot bring himself to drain their self-made oceans just to fulfil his own ego.

Sometimes drowning is more preferable to choking on air, after all.

Polished porcelain clinks gently against the wooden table. He doesn’t apologise for the ordinary sound.

There isn’t a need to be more than he is. Not in front of her.

Haibara’s nose twitches at the whiff of fresh coffee.

She looks up, and Amuro gives a customary smile.

“Today’s chilly. This is on the house.”

Haibara eyes him warily, but she takes the mug between her hands.

Warmth seeps into her little frame, but not a single muscle in her body reflects it.

Such slight shoulders, yet it held the grievances of a world and all it had to offer.

For the first time in all the months she’s visited the establishment, Haibara looks him in the eye and speaks directly to him.

“Thank you.”

Her voice is a steady, quiet thrum.

Mute aching tugs at Amuro’s heart strings.

“You’re welcome.”

He doesn’t have to try for his words to come out genuine, this time.

Clatters of the cafe door draw both their attention.

Their crafted undersea washes out the front door.

As laughter, the scraping of furniture, loud conversations trying to one up each other in volume replaces it, Amuro almost spies what looks like disappointment in Haibara’s stiffened stance

Azusa-san returns just as Amuro finishes seating all of them.

Within the blur of motion, food and coffee, Haibara’s time of departure comes alarmingly quickly.

At six on the dot, she quietly returns her book to her bag.

Taking a folded umbrella out, Haibara unfurls it as she makes her way to the door.

Weaving expertly between the throngs of people, a motion too smooth to have mastered in eight short years.

But her steps are lighter than usual, even a softness to her usual taut gaze.

What was the use of dwelling over someone like her, really?

Why was he so drawn?

Setting a plate of sandwiches down, Amuro finds himself just in time to hold the door for her.

Haibara glances at him as her umbrella snaps open like a new bloom.

“See you next Thursday.” Amuro says, gentle in a way he thought he forgot.

And a silver of a smile she offers back strikes him as - familiar.

Familiar in a way he thought he forgot, amidst blood and antiseptic and alcohol coded names.

Haibara nods.

When she turns, pale hair swinging over her shoulders, Amuro almost expects to see flowing black locks instead.

The door shuts.

Through the condensed glass, Amuro finds it hard to tear his eyes away from her umbrella, still.

Watching her leave, mixed with the gentle cascade of rain, Amuro thinks he might miss these Thursday afternoons, after all.

ONE MORE CHANCE

(requested by anon) Kai Parker x Reader word count : 4 998 summary : Reader has feelings for Kai and tells him but he rejects her which leads her to become a vampire and turn off her humanity just as Kai comes back a new person after the merge. * gif by shelleyhenign

______________________________ “You don’t get it , do you?” said Kai with a little hint of amusement in his voice.”I dont feel emotions , I don’t care or feel anything. Emotions are nothing but a distraction plus I don’t even like you and even if those things werent true - you and me still would never happen. You are just not good enough for me. Why would I chose a human ?” Kai’s words kept echoing in her mind. Having the person you have feelings for turn you down was not something unheard in human history , but doing it the way Kai had done it – her feelings had gotten hurt so badly she wanted it all gone. All the love she felt for him , all the pain - absolutely everything. Her friends didnt know about her feelings for Kai or about what had happened and Y/N didnt plan on letting them know either meaning compelling it away wasn’t an option. So that left her with option number 3 because clearly moving on wasnt going so well either. Becoming a vampire hadn’t been on her bucket list , but it was her only option and she could already hear the lectures from Elena and Caroline. They’d say how lucky she is to be still a human and be able to have a future , kids and a family. But those things just didnt matter to her if she couldnt have them with the person she loved. Kai wasn’t going to change - he will always be the same , so there was no point in waiting for the impossible either. He will always say whatever pops into his head , not caring what his words or actions do to the people around him simply because he had no emotions. Why should she remain a human ? It had been a few days since Christmas and the siphoner had been safely tucked in into Alaric’s apartment on Whitmore campus until Jo was ready to do the merge. All her friends were taking shifts guarding him just in case and that day it was her turn. Y/N sat on the couch , glancing at him every few minutes refusing to go anywhere near him. There was a part of her that was 100% sure she’d pull out that tube from his arm and let him go. What she felt for him was so strong that even after he hurt her , she’d still free him and cross her friends. What the hell was wrong with her ?!    "Hey Y/N. How is our comatose patient?” asked Damon handing her a cup with coffee. “He hasn’t caused any trouble , has he ?”    "Comatose and no.” she said blankly, taking a sip from her coffee. What kind of a trouble can he cause if he is being unconscious ?    "Whats wrong ?”    "Nothing. What makes you think something is wrong ?” she wondered , trying to sound as normal as possible. Damon knew her too well not to pick up on her tells not to mention the way he was studying her face made her feel a little nervous.    "Because I know you and short answers are not what you do.” said her best friend , lightly rubbing her shoulders. “Usually you dont shut up. Sometimes you are even more annoying than him.” Y/N sighed. “I was just thinking how all my friends are supernaturals and wont age while I will turn into a wrinkled sag in a few short years. Its depressing. And of course there is that time at the corn maze when my human friends were all dying and I couldn’t do anything to help.”    "You know if you want me to , I’ll turn you. Even though after that Elena and Caroline will bite my head off.“ said Damon sitting on the couch next to her. Y/N started laughing. “They would wouldn’t they?”    "Yeah. Look Y/N ,  there was a reason we tried to find the cure for Elena.“ he said calmly. “Being a vampire is not all that is cracked out to be and if you make that choice there is no going back.”    "I’ve already made the choice Damon. I want this.“ she said serious. “You , Stefan , Elena , Caroline — you guys are not just my friends , you are my family. I love you all more than I can put into words and I cant imagine ever being without any of you. I want us to be together forever.” Damon tucked up his sleeve and bit his wrist. “Well , if you are absolutely sure.”    "I am.“ she replied taking his wrist , feeling his blood trickle down her throat for a few moments until she let go. He wiped away some of it from her chin with his thumb , still having doubts about what he had to do next. Y/N was his best friend , one of the few who can put up with him and were always willing to defend him even when he makes huge mistakes. What if turning her into one of them was one of those ?    "Promise me , you will explain to Elena thats what you wanted and I didn’t push you into anything?”    "You got it.“ she smiled. “Um … could you do it painlessly ?”    "Of course , but I have to ask again - are you sure , really really sure ?“ Y/N nodded and a few seconds later Damon broke her neck , letting her lay down on the couch. He went to the kitchen to get a blood bag from the fridge to be ready for her when she wakes up , but somehow he couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong and she hadn’t been completely honest about her reasons. When he came back Tyler was in the room , pulling out the tube with the sedative from Kai’s arm. Not too long after , Tyler was the one laying on the ground unsconcious and the young siphoner regained consciousness. On their way out of the house he stopped pointing at Y/N and glancing at the blood bag on the coffee table.    "What is she doing here ?” he asked curious. “Is she sleeping ? Awwh look how cute she is now that she is not talking. I might even like her now.” Kai took a step towards her but Damon pulled him away before the siphoner had figured out Y/N wasn’t breathing and had put two and two together.    "Y/N? She was keeping an eye on you and you bored her to death.“ said Damon dragging Kai out the door. "Come on creeper. You want to do the merge , you have a deal to uphold."Not too long after that Y/N woke up , finding a blood bag on the coffee table waiting for her. The girl grabbed it without hesitation and completed the transition noticing Kai wasn’t where he was supposed to be and that this wasn’t the only thing that was off in that moment.     "Tyler?” she said getting up and running towards him, checking for pulse. “Oh my God wh-what happened ?!” Her eyes followed the tube in his neck and she pulled it out sitting on the ground next to her lifelong friend. What had happened after Damon had snapped her neck ? Damon. Y/N’s eyes widened and she reached for her phone in her pocket dialling her friend when Tyler groaned and started to wake up.     “Hey , are you okay ? What happened ?”     “I’m going to kill him.”     “Him ? Who ? Kai ?”     “No. Damon.” Y/N looked at him with confusion in her eyes. “Damon ? Wha-”     “I have to go. I’m sorry Y/N , thank you for pulling that tube out but I have to go now or Liv –”     “Y-yeah of course.” Y/N sat on the floor running her fingers through her hair , watching Tyler run out of the apartment when her phone buzzed - DAMON.     “What the hell did you do ?” she said answering the phone.     “Saved Liz’s life.” he said as if it was obvious. “I take it you completed the transition?”     “Yes ? Why ?” she wondered.     “Because we have a psychotic siphoner out on the loose. Kai gave me the slip.” he sighed. “Come over at the hospital. I’ll explain everything.” THE NEXT DAY After the merge with Luke , Kai had found himself in a situation he had never thought he’d be in. During the merge with his brother he had absorbed not only his ability to do magic but quite a few other things including his empathy. He had spent the entire night after the merge trying to figure out how to process all the emotional pain he felt. Every bad thing he had ever done came back into his mind and her regretted , if not all , at least most of them. Kai had no idea what was happening to him or why there was water pooling in his eyes while he kept writing it all down , including a letter to his twin Jo because for some reason he couldn’t find her. Afterwards he went to Damon to ask for help to deliver the letter to his sister. Kai talked for a while with Damon and Elena and then someone else he had been wanting to see showed up , as if he had wished for it to happen - Y/N , the only person who had shown him some kindness among the Mystic Falls gang. About a week ago she had told him she has feelings for him and he had said some really hurtful things to her and he wanted to make it right. Y/N stopped right at the door when she saw he was there. Kai couldn’t help but smile a little seeing her there though there was something different about her and he couldn’t understand what it was. Her hair had a blue strand mixed with her curls and her outfit nearly knocked him over. Last time they had met Y/N had looked hot , now she looked beyond hot wearing a slightly baggy ripped jeans with sneakers and a plain top.    "Oh hey Y/N. I’m so glad you are here.“ he said getting up from the table. "I wanted to talk to you.”    "Yeah. No , sorry. I have exams to study for.“ she said with a blank expression. "Can I go grab some of — you know ? Downstairs ?”    "Why ? Did you get tired of – ?“    "Y/N, please , I have to tell you something. I am s-” he blinked and she was gone. Kai turned around towards Damon and Elena with a look of confusion on his eyes. “Where did she go ? What – What did you do to her ?”    "Haven’t done a thing. Y/N just doesn’t like you. None of us do. Haven’t you taken the hint already?“ said Damon. No. That wasn’t it. Y/N might not have told her friends about the feelings she has for him , but Kai knew this girl couldn’t hate him. It just wasn’t who she was - he had gotten a good sense of her. Y/N was too good for her own good , too kind and too forgiving. Something was wrong.    "The blood bag. You turned her.” thought Kai out loud. Why did he feel like his entire world has crashed and burned right this moment? “Why would you do that to her ? Was she hurt or something ?”     “Because she asked me to.” said Damon. “Though that backfired. I should’ve seen it coming -”     “Backfired ? What do you mean by that ?” interrupted Kai. “Damon. Tell me now or I am not going to help you.” Damon took a sip from his bourbon. “Y/N turned off her humanity and turned into one of the biggest problems I’ve ever had.” said the vampire. “One thing I can’t figure out is why she’d do this right after she turned.” Kai gulped. He knew exactly why - because of him. Another rush of guilt pulled him under at the realisation. There had to be a way for him to fix this and he was going to fix it , no questions about it , but first —     “Where is the Ascendant ?” A FEW DAYS LATER Y/N was at the rave at Whitmore, having fun with Caroline who had just turned off her humanity too because of her mother’s death. Both of them had fun dancing and feeding , though Caroline had invoked a rule - no victims so they don’t attract attention. Y/N didn’t care much about that , or about anything really. Only thing she seemed to care about blood.     “That guy keeps checking you out.” said Caroline pointing at one of the guys , not too far away from them. “He hadn’t taken his eyes off you the entire night.”     “Maybe he is looking at you.”     “No , no. It’s definitely you.”     “Well then , I better go meet him.” Y/N turned towards her friend with a smile and purple / black veins flashing under her eyes. Slowly she made her way through the crowd until she got to the guy. Her hands automatically hooked around his neck and they started dancing to the beat , almost in perfect sync and then out of the blue he kissed her. It felt weird not feeling a thing while making out with a hot guy like him, well almost nothing until Y/N’s vampirism kicked in feeling his blood pulsating in his veins.     “You are not going to make a sound.” she compelled him , sinking her fangs into his neck the next moment. Not too long it felt as if every blood vessel in her head was exploding and she backed away from the guy , having her neck snapped a split second later.A couple of days later  Kai convinced Damon to bring him over to Bonnie who had found her way out of the Prison World , so he can apologise to her and after that hadn’t gone well he had started losing hope anyone would ever forgive him for anything. Right before the vampire had pulled him away , Kai had spotted Y/N in the crowd , ditching Damon straight away to get to her. Y/N had looked hot before but now wearing those black boots and those tight black skinny jeans with a white top with a skull like print on it , she looked even hotter. Quite literally taking his breath away the way she jumped up to the beat with a blue strand in her hair dancing around her shoulders. Last thing he wanted to do was cause her anymore pain but he had no other option if he wanted to grab her and find a way to turn her humanity back on — and maybe find a way to reverse her vampirism turning her back into a human. After her body started to drop , he caught her and carried her to his car and then to his apartment , putting a boundary spell around it before cloaking himself and sneaking into Alaric’s apartment to ‘borrow’ some of his vervain supply. A few hours later Y/N woke up tied to a chair with vervain ropes. Her surroundings were unfamiliar but she got an idea where she was when a familiar face popped right in front of her. Of course. Who else would be stupid enough to get the drop on her ? Under other circumstances she probably would’ve rejoiced to have Kai standing barely a metre away from her but not in this moment. There wasn’t a trace of emotion left in her.   “What the - ” she wondered , struggling to get herself free, groaning in pain more and more each time as the vervain stung on her skin.    "Hi.“ grinned Kai. "If you keep struggling , you will only get yourself hurt , Y/N. I just want us to talk , that’s all and then I will let you go.”    "Charming. Do you always tie up the girls you want to talk to ? Or do you do that just to the ones you know can’t stand you?“   "I tried talking to you the other day , remember? You ran off before I had said a word to you.” he said blankly. “So , you are a vampire now. Why would you do that to yourself?”    "I had my reasons which do not concern you.“ she replied continuing to struggle against the vervain ropes.  Y/N had been a vampire for a few days but already hated vervain more than she thought possible. Kai had tied her ankles to the legs of the chair too making sure she couldn’t move even if she wanted to.    "Did you do it because of what I said ?” he asked.    "So full of yourself.“ she said a little amused. "Not everything happens because of you Parker. Why don’t you let me go and we can maybe go grab a bite somewhere ?”    "Not letting you go until you turn that switch back on.“    "Funny. Why have you taken that upon yourself ? Did Damon roped you into saving his best friend from ‘the biggest mistake she had ever done’ ?” she asked blankly. Seeing Kai like that was different - maybe because she was different or maybe because he had merged and according to the billion messages Damon had left her - he had feelings now. His eyes were filled with worry , sadness and regret. He looked almost broken.    "I care about you thats why.“    "You care about me ? Do you even hear yourself ?!” she said incredulous. “I dont feel emotions , I don’t care or feel anything. Your words , not mine.” Kai got up from his chair , going to pour himself some coffee and Y/N used his distraction to pull on the ropes again with all her strength ignoring the pain from the vervain. A few seconds later she was free and quickly she ran towards the door , opening it and bouncing right off it the next moment.    "What the hell?!“ she wondered , her hands hitting the invisible barrier over and over , pointlessly trying to get through it. Y/N sighed and turned towards him. Kai was  grinning at her while taking a sip from his coffee as if he hadn’t done a thing. A boundary spell. Should’ve known. she thought to herself.    "You are not going anywhere sweetheart. Not until we talk and you turn that humanity switch back on.”    "I’d rather kill you than talk to you or see you or be in the same room as you.“ she said through gritted teeth , whooshing herself towards him until their bodies were barely an inch from each other. "Let me leave now , or I you die.”    "You won’t kill me.“ he said calmly.    "Owhh ? Are you counting on my feelings for you to kick in at some point? Because they won’t. They no longer exist and as far as I am concerned neither do you.” she said with a mocking look on her face , seconds before purple black veins flashed under her eyes and her teeth sank into his neck. Kai dropped his coffee on the ground , trying to push her off. Truth to be told he had been expecting that maybe seeing him would get her to flip the switch back on. He had heard multiple times that love is the strongest force there is and blah blah even though he didn’t understand any of it and he hadn’t expected her to actually try and kill him.    "Motus.“ he muttered , sending her flying off him almost hitting the wall at the other end of the room. "Dang Y/N , maybe Damon was right. I didn’t want to believe him at first but you have lost everything that made you who you are by flipping that stupid humanity switch. You are not this person.” Y/N wiped his blood of her chin and launched at him again , dropping on the ground with a spectacular witchy headache a split second later. Now she knew why Damon was always in a horrid vengeance mood after those. It felt as if every blood vessel in her head popped all over , healed and popped all over again.   “I am going to kill you.” she said through gritted teeth.   “No. You won’t.” he said calmly , taking a step towards her. “I am going to get you to flip that switch back on and then I will find a way to reverse what Damon did to you.”   “Don’t — waste your t-time.” she struggled to speak. “I don’t n-need fixing.” Y/N kept struggling to get to him and somehow break his concentration but he wouldn’t stop. He placed his hand on his wound healing it with magic wondering who was this person in front of him ? Surely he hadn’t been the nicest person ever , specially to her but — Kai couldn’t stand seeing her like this , though he had to admit her being a vampire how made her even hotter in his eyes than before. He closed his eyes hearing her scream and groan in pain rolling on the ground for a few moments before he stopped the spell and he knelt down next to her , brushing his fingers against her cheek.      "You are not this person Y/N. “ said Kai taking a step towards her. "You are kind , caring - ”    "Was.“    "You still are.”    "No.“    "Please Y/N. I am really sorry about what I said and did that day.” he said gazing into her eyes. They were so cold and empty it broke him in half. “I didn’t see it back then but now I do and I know it is my fault you did this. I was a idiot , the biggest one rejecting you.”    "Finally. One thing we can agree on.“ she said sitting up and starring at him blankly. There was no way he’d actually think any of this and even if he was , that wont make her flip it back on. Wont change what he made her do or erase all the pain he caused. Y/N leaned in towards him , brushing her palm against his cheek giving him a small smile. For a moment he smiled too , thinking probably somehow he had broken through the tough exterior or at least had made a crack.    "You are pathetic.” she pit. “I am bored. Do you hate a deck of cards somewhere?”    "Fine then. We do it the hard way.“ he said getting up, breaking her leg in the next moment. "You are going to turn it on now or I will keep breaking and breaking cuz – sweetheart , we both know I am the actual monster here.” Y/N screamed in pain rolling on the ground but before she had had time to heal Kai flicked his wrist and her leg broke on another spot and another. Something in her mind started pushing its way through hearing his words. A flicker of  emotion , but she shoved it back where it came from before it had crawled its way out of the black door in her mind.   “Turn it on.”   “NO.” Kai flicked his wrist again breaking her other leg and her arm. He couldn’t stand what he was doing to her. Every flick of his wrist only added more to the guilt he already felt. What was he even doing ? After all of this there was no way she’d forgive him , ever.   “Keep breaking Parker.” she started laughing. “It will be even more satisfying when I get to rip your head off after that.”   “You are the best thing that has come into my life and I was so blind not seeing it back then.  I can’t live with the guilt of everything I did to you.”  his voice breaking. “I didn’t even know guilt can drown you without actually drowning you. It keeps me up at night -” Y/N wasn’t listening. Instead she was running scenarios in her head on how she’d get her revenge after that , not caring that would mean Liv’s death or Jo’s death. Not giving a damn about how Alaric would react to losing his future wife and his unborn twinsies. Not caring what Tyler would do to her if his girl dies. Kai knelt down on the ground next to her , studying her face. His eyes were so different in that moment - filled with tears, pain and regret.   “Kill me.” he dared her, stopping the spell. “Come on. Kill me.” Y/N caught her breath laying on the ground. “You are bluffing.”   “Rip my heart out.” he dared her again getting on top of her , placing her hand on his chest. “Put me out of my misery because I can’t live another second with the guilt about everything that I’ve done to you. Or to Jo or Liv. Or even Bonnie.” Kai’s heart was racing so fast it felt as if it was trying to leap out of his chest and then a tear rolled down his cheek which he completely ignored. Their eyes were locked on each other and none of them was willing to look away from the other.   “No.” she shook her head, pulling her hand away from his chest. “No , you deserve to live with it eating you away for the rest of your pat-” Kai didn’t let her finish. There was one thing left for him to try , hoping that maybe it would get her to turn her humanity back on. He pinned her hands on either side of her head and his lips crashed against hers , hungry and demanding , pulling the air out of her lungs. At first she struggled trying to push him off her which only made him kiss her harder until she stopped struggling and returned the kiss. His grip on her hands loosened and she tangled her fingers in his hair , both of them moaning into the kiss until Kai pulled away , resting his forehead on hers.   “I should’ve started with that.” he said out of breath , gazing into her eyes. “Please tell me it worked.” His heart was racing faster than ever , still feeling her lips on his. Y/N just stared at him and a few tears rolled down her temples. “Get off me. Now.” Kai’s face darkened but he did as she asked , rolling onto the ground next to her. He had hoped this would flip the switch , he hoped it had flipped it back considering how she had kissed him back. How it was possible that it hadn’t worked ?!   “What did I do?” she muttered , covering her face with her hands. “Oh my God what did I do?”   “Y/N?” he turned towards her. “What are you talking about ? Hey , talk to me.” Y/N shook her head refusing to say a word and then it hit him - her switch had flipped back on and every emotion had came rushing into her mind. Kai removed her hands from her face , pulling her into his embrace. He knew exactly how she felt in that moment because he had experienced the same thing a few days ago.   “I’m sorry. I am so sorry Y/N. It’s all my fault. I was an idiot , I am an idiot who hurt you so many times and led  you to do that to yourself , but I am going to fix it. I promise. I will find a way to fix everything.” said Kai , kissing her forehead. “I am so sorry and I know I don’t deserve  your forgiveness but I need you to give me one more chance to make things right.” Y/N’s mind was racing like crazy - what was she thinking becoming a vampire. Turning off her humanity and shutting out everything that made her who she was ?! All those people she hurt , the ones who got killed because she couldn’t handle rejection. Tears were streaming down her face so fast it was pointless to try and stop them.     “I know you hate me and you have every right to… I will spend every day until the rest of my life trying to make up for everything.” Kai waited for her to say something , to stop crying  holding her tightly towards him. Slowly rocking back and forth trying to calm her down.   “I bit you. Oh my God , I bit you..” her hands covered her face. “All the things I said. Everything I did.”   “It’s okay. It wasn’t you , I know it wasn’t”   “I am so sorry.” she cried turning towards him. Kai was crying too.   “Does that mean you w-will you give me one more chance? I promise I will find out a way to make you a human again and  — maybe we can have a future – together. ” he wondered , wiping away a few tears from her cheeks.    "Y-you want me to be a human ?” she said through tears. “But you said -”    "I was so blind and ignorant , not realising what I had until I lost it. Please Y/N , give me one more chance. Just one.“ he pleaded. Y/N smiled at him. "One more chance. D-don’t screw it up Malachai.” Kai grinned at her , usually he’d have other reaction to people calling him by his full name but not with her. He loved the way it had rolled off her tongue , like its the most special thing in the world to her.    "Wouldn’t dream of it.“ replied Kai , kissing her again.

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Clara and I had been friends for years. She was one of my first friends when I entered high school and we remained close pretty much throughout. Wed talked about dating a few times, but one or the other of us was always in a relationship. Senior year came around and her life really split apart, her dad kicked her out suddenly, her boyfriend had cheated on her and shed had a major falling out with the majority of our friends since her boyfriend was pretty well networked amongst them. She really needed a break and my family decided to provide her one. She had always been a good friend to the entire family, so it wasnt even a conversation when she needed a place to stay, my parents accepted her with open arms. She came with a duffle bag of things and moved into my little sisters room. She kept insisting shed only stay a week at most, but my parents let her know that she could stay as long as she needed to! At that time, I worked most evenings, getting home a little after 10pm, just in time to catch a late night talk show, chat a moment with my parents and then play something on PlayStation before I went to bed myself. The first night she was staying, I didnt even know it was happening! She had asked my mother, who had established all of the plans. So I came home after a long day to find Clara sitting on the couch with my parents watching the tail end of the news. I greeted her with a smile and got a snack while Jay Leno started up. We sat up and all chatted during Jay Leno. Once his opening monologue was over, my parents packed up and headed to bed. "Youre staying the night?" I finally inquired once my parents were upstairs. Wed all talked about it a little bit, but I wanted to hear from her myself. "Yeah. Your mom was too nice about it," she smiled, curled up under a blanked, wearing some flannel pajama pants and a tanktop with a black bra. I sat down next to her with a tortilla I had just nuked. "Mm, that smells good," she smiled. "Want it?" I asked, offering her the untouched snack. She politely accepted and I got up to make another. "So how long will you be here?" I inquired, waiting for the microwave. "Ill find a place before next week," she insisted, mouth half full of tortilla. What felt absurd about that was the fact that it was already Thursday, not leaving her nearly long enough to find a place. "Im sure its fine if you need to stay longer," I assured her, taking the tortilla out and rolling it up before heading back to the couch to sit down. "Your family is very sweet," she smiled. "Bah, stop it!" I played back. We continued to shoot the shit, chatting about my day at work and making stupid jokes that high schoolers do. By a little after midnight, we werent really talking about anything. We were really just... well, at the time, I wasnt sure! In hindsight, I think we both knew what we wanted to do, but were too afraid to take the next step. Our conversation circled about in empty ways, rehashing stupid jokes and mocking one another lightly. I think we were definitely flirting. But, 2am rolled by and we decided to head off to bed without so much as a kiss. I think we were both thinking it though. I certainly went to bed with the curiosity on my mind. The next morning broke and I headed downstairs for breakfast. I had apparently slept in quite considerably! I awoke to an empty house, everyone having gone out for things, my mother and sister out for groceries, my older brother out to work and my younger brother out to the gym with his friends to play basketball. I searched the whole house and nobody was home. Unless. I headed back upstairs and headed to my sisters room to find Clara curled up, still fast asleep. 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She sighed and it felt as though her whole body just melted. She dropped her chest to mine and ran her hands through my hair. I let a hand rest on her hip, her tank top having slid up slightly. Shock filled my system as I felt her skin against my ring finger. Perhaps it seems silly, but this was the first foray into such sensuous territory! The idea of what this contact could open to, the fact that all of her skin was connected to this simple point, it dawned on me, in that moment, as tremendously salient. But I didnt dare move my hand. Although Clara was warming up to everything, anything more than kissing was untempered waters for me. I really didnt want to blow it! Clara pulled away from the kiss, a smile opened on her face as she rested her arms on my shoulder. "Do you know how long Ive waited for that?! Why did it take you sooo long?!" She teased. "To be fair we have both been occupied with others on and off. Not a lack of wanting to," I reassured her. "How long have you wanted to?" She inquired, climbing off my lap and leaning into the corner of the sectional. "Pretty much ever since we met!" I leaned over to kiss her again and she obliged, holding my face near. "4 years is too damn long," she smiled. "Well, then Im glad we didnt wait any longer." She rested a hand against my thigh as we continued to make out, my hand resting on her side. She had grown quite warm from our little tryst, her lips almost hot against mine. She let her tongue play along the edge of my lips, but she would recoil whenever I would try to reciprocate, a smile eventually growing on her lips. She would let her lips linger near mine, glancing my lips gently with her tongue. If I was patient, she would come closer, letting her tongue venture further into my mouth. But the first sign of movement she got and she would pull away, eventually getting to the point that she would actually laugh. All the while, her hand stayed on my thigh and it hardly "stayed". As she teased me with her little kisses and such, her hand kept moving inward, but then retracting. Every time she would teasingly kiss me, her hand would inch between my legs, but she would always stop and pull her hand back. Eventually she just started in a rubbing motion, her lips intoxicatingly close, her breathing almost intentionally hot. I had had enough. I quickly grabbed her neck and let all the tension rapidly catalyze into passion as I pressed a kiss to her. She let out a slight moan and her hand gripped at my thigh. She kissed me back, tongues dancing with heat. She actually pushed back against me now, like a magnet attracted too forcibly! Im not sure she even realized how quickly her hand slid forward as we made out again. She continued in the rubbing motion, very quickly finding her palm against the bulge in my pants. I let out a sigh as she quietly moaned. Already, this felt incredible and dangerous. I had never even received a handjob at this point in my life. Being a young Christian boy, I was against anything other than kissing... but, this. This was too good to pass up! She rubbed along the length of it, open palmed, investigating the real shape of it with her fingers. She pushed my face away and took a passionate taste of my neck, sending one single jolt down my spine. I shook slightly as the bolt dispersed through my system. As my pleasure suddenly spiked, I could feel myself reaching close to orgasm. "C-careful," I pleaded again, holding her wrist. She slowed, but then pouted. "Am I too much for you?" She smirked. "Just at the moment, gimme a sec- She cut off my sentence, starting to rub me again. She would stop whenever I would place a touch to her wrist, sometimes only slowing. I felt like I had a fucking fever, my temperature spiking with each tease. I even started swaying my hips, now wanting desperately to cum! But she wouldnt let me. She breathed heavily in my ear and she nibbled the lobe, her palm moving slower and more carefully against me, my hips swaying almost embarrassingly desperately! She suddenly pulled her hand away and smiled at me. "I think you might need a breather," she headed to the bathroom and I laid back on the couch, quite tempted to just finish myself off. But there was more to be done tonight and I didnt want to ruin that. I let my blood pressure settle with my body temperature, trying desperately to calm down! Staring at the ceiling, I could feel my erection decreasing, my body cooling off. My breathing was normal and I could think straight again. I looked over at my phone, curious to the time. Sitting up, I picked it up and flipped it open. 2 messages. Both from my brother. STAYING AT DYLANS TONIGHT. LET MOM KNOW. BE HOME TOMORROW AFTERNOON Clara, freshened up, laid down on the long section of the couch, smirking deviously. It only dawned on me the reason for her smirks, when I saw a bra in her hands. Blood flooded from my brain, but not enough that I completely lost sense. I was working out the math and realizing where the night was going to go if I didnt put a stop to it now. The Protestant guilt warred with the primal part of me. I knew without a doubt what I wanted... but I was concerned now with what I should want. Clara laid back, her tank top climbing up and revealing her stomach, just above her belly button. Without thinking, I climbed over to her, my crotch pressing warmly to hers as my body dropped. She smiled and welcomed me with a small peck and I returned the favor. I reasoned that if I didnt tell her about my brother, then things wouldnt get out of hand. We could make out for a bit and then go to bed, no sin involved (beyond perhaps that which I had already engaged in). My hips started to sway against hers as we resumed. Her legs wrapped around me, but gave me room to maneuver. Her hands extended down my back, slipping inside my pants and beneath my boxers to cup my ass. She let out a contented sigh, provoking my hips to move. Her hips raised as she spread her legs further. She leaned up to my ear. "My bra isnt the only thing I took off," she whispered. I thrust again, this time imagining how it must have felt to have one fewer layer between us, seeing if I could feel how much closer we were not. Admittedly, it didn’t really feel any different, but it still drove me wild with excitement and I think she could tell. She tried to refrain from moaning as I ground up against her, her hands still pulling me in for more.. She tilted her head to the side allowing me access to her neck, which I took advantage of. I kissed her right at her jawline, unleashing my teeth against her skin softly. Arms growing tired, I rolled over to the side, her hands sliding out of my pants. I let my hand move between her legs fearlessly and started to rub her. I knew nothing about what I was doing, but for what I had seen in porn. It seemed like rubbing her up and down or in circles would be the best way to go about it. Whatever I was doing though, it was right, because she covered her mouth, her hips raising to meet my touch. Her face was totally flushed from our dirty activities, the fabric of her shorts soaked. At that moment in time, I didn’t realize that this was a sign of arousal, at least slightly. I just thought vaginas were always this soaked… As we lay there, I continued to kiss her, her hand traveling back to the front of my pants, gripping me more furiously this time! I sighed out loudly against the kiss, my pleasure no longer close to peak, but my desire to cum almost completely overwhelming! Her rubbing became more and more furious, our passionate kissing raising our body temperatures. I just remember laying there, sweating quite intensely as the hours passed on, this erotic adventure quite exhilirating already, my mind and body open to see what other mysteries it had in store for me. Just then I heard the sound of the zipper on my pants. I looked down to see that Clara had already unbuttoned my pants without me knowing and was just now reaching the bottom of my zipper. She looked up at me, eyes wide and lustful. She maneuvered into my boxers. I moaned as her hand touched my throbbing, rigid cock. She pulled my cock through the hole in the front of my boxers and looked down. She sighed "That’s a relief," she smiled at me, biting her lip. "What?" "I was REALLY hoping you had a big dick!" she sighed out, as if she had heard it in a porno recently or something... I just smiled back, too intrigued with what was happening to care about her awkward compliment. Perhaps she knew what she was doing, giving me more credit that I was due in order to further seduce me. It wasn’t too long before she had crawled down to my member, licking the precum off the top. I couldn’t stop her as she took the head into her mouth, sucking lightly. My head spun and I was consumed with pleasure. I was pretty sure that I was going to cum immediately, but she constantly kept stopping, seemingly knowing the pleasure that she was bringing to me! Her head gently bobbed back down, deeper each time, her tongue circling my cock with each recoil. I swear at this point I must have been running a dangerous fever, my whole body just wanting the release of orgasm, my every inch so sensitive to her masterful touch. I held my hand over my mouth, laying back, sweat pouring from my brow. She could fit about half the length before it was too much for her, but that was certainly enough for me. It was incredible to me to be sharing all of this with her, especially after all this time. I just remember a sort of sexual resonance at that point, a warmth inside my body. I was enjoying feeling sexual and I kind of didnt ever want to cum. Too late. I warned her with another quiet "c-careful," but she made a decision and that was to let me cum in her mouth. My body gave into orgasm, hot cum splashing into her soft mouth. I felt her suck up and swallow every last drop. She moved back up to me and kissed my cheek. "Good?" She asked. I could only manage to nod. "I should return the favor," I remarked. She smirked but shook her head. "I dont think I could stay quiet," she laughed. "We could use a pillow, you could moan into it," I wasnt going to give up that easily. But she shook her head. "Another time maybe," she gave a half-hearted smile at me as she planted a kiss on my lips. And in that moment I had two choices: let the evening fizzle out from there and go to bed to see what daylight brought for us or tell her about the vacancy in the basement and leave everything up to chance... At that point how could I turn back? If we went downstairs, I was essentially agreeing to sex. "Well… actually…" I really considered what I was about to say as I looked to her. "Andrew texted me," I explained, her face rather close to mine. She nodded and laughed. "Well, congrats," she teased, giving me a quizzical look. "He’s staying at Dylan’s tonight…" I watched her eyes, but the meaning of my words didn’t seem to sink in, "Meaning that he won’t be home tonight…" she still gave no indication that any of this was making sense to her. I sighed, she was really going to make me come out and say it explicitly. Her face dwelled close to mine, her eyes locked on my gaze. "What are you trying to say?" she inquired. "The basement is free tonight… so we could use it for… uhm, activities" she offered me a hesitant smile. No, the smile wasn’t hesitant, but she was indicating hesitance through the smile. "You don’t think your parents might hear us anyways?" she inquired. I frowned and shrugged, unsure if they would or not. The risk was certainly a factor, but it was also part of the appeal. "I’m sorry, I just don’t think I could keep quiet." And, just like last night, the evening fizzled out. We made out for another half hour or so, but it was not meant to be. Getting off at the end of the night, I actually somehow felt good about how things wrapped up. We had some fun, but nobody compromised their "purity". But oh man! If I had known what was going to happen soon, I may not have felt so easy about it. /u/dreddito