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buttsmasher · 3 years

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Break In

[Here’s the photo that inspired this]

Warnings/Tags: Face Farting, Fart Torture, Unwilling Victim, Gay Farting, Death by Farting, Forced Orgasm

You scream and run but there’s no one here who can save you. You can’t even make it out of your bedroom before he grabs you and slams you to the ground. You struggle, kick and punch, but it’s no use. He’s got a hold of you and there’s no escaping now.

You’re so panicked that you don’t even realize that he’s choking you out until you’re out of breath. Everything gets dark and you’re quickly losing consciousness. Before you do though, you manage to get out two words that have absolutely no consequence in the moment. “Fuck. You.” Your head falls against the carpeted floor, knocked out by the intruder.

You awake again, surprised by the fact you are indeed still alive. You’re still in your bedroom and nothing seems out of place. The only real thing that’s different is that your feet are tied together and your hands are tied together to the bottom of your bed frame. You pull at your hands hoping the friction from the bed frame will break the rope. Unfortunately you don’t get very far when the intruder arrives back in your room.

He’s standing there with a ski mask covering his face and a tight pair of red briefs covering his genitals. You both stare at each for a moment until you finally break the silence. “Look man, I’ve got money in the safe! Let me go and you can have it, I won’t call the police or nothing.” He doesn’t respond, instead he walks closer to you until his tall frame is standing above you. “Please don’t hurt me man. I swear I didn’t do nothing.”

“Tell Romano’s daughter that.” You stare in horror realizing that the old sleazebag must have put a hit out on you.

“Whatever he paid you, I’ll double it.” He doesn’t respond, just turns around so you are staring up at his brief clad ass. “Look-look-look. I don’t know what the old man said I did but I swear I didn’t do it. You don’t have to do this man.” You plead as you watch the man gyrate his hips and stretch giving you quite the show. “I’ll give you 50 G’s.”

“It ain’t about the money.” He bends to touch his toes, his ass absolutely filling the briefs. “It’s about respect.”

“I-” You don’t get to finish the statement as he slams his ass down against your face. The impact of him sitting on you makes you bash your head against the ground. You momentarily see stars, but then everything comes back and you quickly realize that he’s smothering you in his sizable ass. “Stop!” You try yelling out but your voice is muffled, and you even have a hard time understanding what you were saying.

Then the smell hits you. You don’t know why it took so long but it’s like a punch in the face. You question if this guy even knows what a shower is. The smell is so musky it makes you cough and the only thing you can equate the smell to is week old underwear.

PFFFFFBRFFFFFFFFFTTTT

Unexpectedly, he rips a terrible fart up your nose, burning your nose hairs and throat as you are forced to inhale it. The already disgusting ass mixed with the smell of rotten eggs sets you over the edge and you start thrashing about to get away. Unfortunately for you, his position has you pinned perfectly aligned with your nose right against his unwashed hole.

He gyrates his hips forcing your head against the carpet and releases a silent but just as toxic fart right up your nose again. You try to catch your breath but it feels impossible as all you can smell is his rotten ass.

PFFFFFFBBBRRBRRRRBRBR

You thank whatever god out there that he’s still wearing the briefs as that was the wettest fart you’ve ever heard. It doesn’t save you from the smell though. More rotten eggs and sulfur smelling farts get released up your nose. You cough and gag and beg for some form of mercy. And to your surprise he stands up and you are able to take in a deep breath of fresh air. However, you notice that he’s pulling off his briefs and that’s when you really start screaming for help.

“Someone please help me! He’s going to kill me! I’m going to die!” You scream, but you know better than anyone, no one’s going to hear you. Afterall that’s why you designed this room.

“Romano told me you like to beat girls.” He pulls his ass cheeks apart making sure you get a good look at his hairy ass crack and dirty looking butthole.

“No-no that’s not-”

“You chose the wrong girl this time.” He interrupts. “You know why he called me in?” You shake your head no sheepishly. “It’s because when they mark how you died on your death certificate, it’s going to show that you’ve inhaled too much methane gas.” He bends back down and you go to turn your face away only for him to grab your head. He moves you back into position and firmly sits back down right onto your nose where you’re once again forced to smell his unwashed ass.

You try to hold your breath, but with the way he’s rocking his hips back and forth, it’s too hard.

PFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

“You know how I got ready for today?” Your eyes are burning and you can feel tears freely flowing down your enclosed face. “I ate 6 hard boiled eggs. Then two bags of broccoli.”

PFBBRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

“Nooooo!” You scream out as you’re continually assaulted.

“Then after that, ate a whole can of black beans.” He stops moving his hips and holds completely still.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

“I can’t-” You cough struggling to even put up much of a fight against your restraints. “Puh-please.”

“Then I did some squats to make sure my ass was nice and sweaty for you.” He makes a point by pushing his ass up and down on your face making sure his scent was all over you. “It’s a shame the boss wants you dead. I woulda loved to see how you react when you realized you’re never getting this scent off of you.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT PFFFFFFFFFF

More airy farts are expelled from his ass showing no signs of him running out of gas. “I mean, you may have been able to physically been able to get the scent off of you, but, hold on-”

PFBRBRBFFF PBBBFFF

“Oh buddy, you should check your face because that was wet.” He laughs as you start to get dizzy and dizzier. “Anytime you woulda tried to hit a girl again, all you’d ever be able to think about is how my ass ruined you.”

FFFFF PSSSSSSS FFFFFF

Hisses of air get blown out of him. “Oh, I know how I can make this worse.” In a true turn of events, you feel his hand snake into your undies. His hand grips tight onto your cock and you feel him start to play with you.

“Mmmfh Mmm!” You’re not even able to get real words out. That’s how fucked your brain is as he starts to get your flaccid cock awake.

“Yeah, you like it when I get you nice and boned up with my ass in your face.” He teases as he waggles on your face. “There you go, get nice and hard.” You cry out as he has somehow managed to get your dick fully erect. His movements are steady and show that he knows what he’s doing.

PFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

His skillful hand has you gasping for air and you’re forced to completely breathe in the latest butt bomb. “Bet that tasted great.” He goads, pushing you to once again try to get away. You do briefly get a second where you can turn your head, but he quickly gets you back in place using just his ass.

PFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFF

You’re forced to take another deep breath as his hands masterfully work you over. It’s been barely a minute and you already feel like you’re close to exploding. “Breathe this next one in.” Your mind is so hazy that you go along with what he says.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

As soon as the fart leaves his ass, you’re inhaling willingly your mind so broken that you’re not even registering how rank his scent is. All you think of is how good it feels with his hand around your cock. You don’t even realize that it’s becoming harder and harder to stay awake. Everything around you is becoming less and less real, and then everything goes white as you start shooting your load all over yourself and the intruder’s hand. “There you go, let it all out.” He says, almost soothingly.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

He times the fart perfectly so it gets shot up your nose as you cum your brains out. And that’s the moment when you finally realize that you're suffocating and that you’re not going to make it out of this. This is how they’re going to find you. Your cum crusted all over your stomach. Your face stinking so bad they’ll probably have to wear hazmat suits.

The intruder shoots one more silent fart up your nose and that does it. Everything goes black, your head falls back against the floor lifeless. A husk of a man that you used to be. Destroyed by the ass of a superior man.

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hyphyphurray · 4 years

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“Billy, you gotta try this.”

My mouth hung open. Standing in front of me in the shower were two massive muscle hunks, where just moments ago, my two scrawny, nerdy friends had just stripped down.

“Oh my god, you guys, you look-” I had trouble finding the words.

“Look,” Sean said, raising a now hairy pit. “You can stay a skinny 22 year old fuckboi if you want, but I thought we came on this vacation to Palm Springs to try something new.”

Hair continued to erupt on his chest and face. His whole body was swelling, and while he only stood a few inches taller, his new meaty pecs alone probably weighed more than his whole upper half used to weigh.

Cameron on the other hand was turning into a full daddy in the spray.

“Billy,” he said, his voice now low, sexy. Silver began to tinge and then set in his hair. “Either you step into the shower now and get older and beefy like us...”

They both grinned at me. I saw their new, thicker cocks starting to plump.

“Or Sean and I use you like the boy you are.”

My dick twitched.

God, they were both so hairy now! Sean looked a good decade older, and Cam- !

I was torn. Part of me wanted to feel my body swell, to feel a thick coat of fur cover my skinny frame. To feel the stubble, and then fuzz, and then full beard grow out along my face. To grab my meaty arms and thighs and marvel at just how much power my muscles would have. To feel my shoulders grow wider, my dick swell to beer can girth...

But another part of me just looked at my two previously even-a-little-smaller-than-me-and-that's-saying-something friends staring down at me, my former equals now grinning at me like wolves and their prey. Awkward Cameron, now so confident and in control.

Sean looked at Cam and grinned, and then I heard the squeak of the shower's handle.

“I guess our little fuck toy here made his decision,” Cam purred and stepped, dripping toward me.

“Oh fuck, Cameron,” I whispered.

With one swoop, he bent over and picked me off the ground, my legs instinctively wrapping around his now barrel-chested frame.

“Call me Daddy,” he growled into my ear, and carried me over to the bed. I could see Sean start to follow over his shoulder, already pawing at his growing erection.

“You know boy,” Cameron continued. “I'm actually glad you didn't use the Daddy Shower. It saves us the trouble of going out and finding someone to bring back here and use.”

He tossed me onto the bed like I was a rag doll. I stared up at the two men, and then was quickly yanked by my legs down to the foot of the bed, Cameron lifting my legs so my heels rested on his shoulders.

Sean made his way onto the bed near my head and began slapping his hardening cock against my face.

I wasn't their friend anymore. I was their toy.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I whispered.

Cameron lubed up two fingers and brought them to my hole, slowly working his way in, as if he had been doing this for years.

“Open up for me, boy,” he said. Fuck! I was so tight around him, I could feel myself already squeezing around his fingers, as my dick grew harder with a few pumps. He slowly began to massage his now thicker fingers against my prostate.

I let out a high moan.

“I think he likes that,” Sean said.

Cam, with a focus and confidence that usually only comes from having worked a thousand boys over like this before, continued to rub in and out, his other massive, calloused hand sliding up my leg. I felt myself begin to open to him.

“There you go, boy,” he said gently. “Keep opening for me.”

Goddammit, I'd do anything he said right now. This sexy muscle daddy was working me like a puppet, and god I wanted him, and fuck, he was actually the same nerdy friend of mine who was actually a year younger than me that I usually schooled at video games, and now-

I opened my eyes, not realizing that I had closed them, and saw his steely gaze bearing down into me. He pulled his fingers out and pressed the thick mushroom head of his new cock against my hole.

I was his.

“I... mmm... I need you in me,” I managed.

Slowly, he pressed his erection against my ass, and then taking his time, he slid in, allowing me to adjust to his thick cock with every inch. He was a seasoned pro, and my body trusted him, fully.

I felt impossibly full and still wanted more. I wanted his whole body pressed against me.

“...oh... fuck.... fuck...” I whimpered.

It was then that Sean abruptly pinned my arms above my head with a sudden swing. I jerked, but he may as well have been a dump truck on top of me.

“You had your chance to be a man,” he grinned. “But something tells me that this is actually what you've always wanted, to just be dominated by your two friends.”

“...fuck... fuck...!” was all I could say, again and again, as Cameron's impossibly huge cock began to slowly gain speed, fucking me a little harder, a little harder.

“You know,” Sean continued. “I was going to say that you should try the shower tomorrow. But I'm thinking that now, this should just be our lives. Cameron and I these two sexy daddies, and you our houseboy, waiting on us hand and foot, ready to get fucked whenever we want.”

Cameron was hammering away at me now. It hurt, but fuck I wanted it harder, I wanted him to fuck me until I broke.

“FUCK! Yes, Daddy, FUCK ME!” I yelled.

Cameron started to rhythmically groan, low, and choppy.

“You... Like that..... Boy?”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“Oh fuck, Daddy, yes!” I cried. “Fuck me! Make me your boy!”

Sean, still pinning me from above, grinned, and then lowered his bearded, lantern jaw down to my chest and lightly bit my nipple.

“Oh, FUCK!” I yelled, and then felt Sean's hand grip my cock. My hips thrust up. “Oh fuck, I'm close! Oh fuck!”

“Don't come yet, boy!” Cameron ordered, his pace quickening. “Hold it!”

Oh fuck. I rode another wave, but didn't cum.

“You want this load, boy?” Cameron asked.

Fuck. Yes. Yes! I couldn't even tell if I was yelling words any more, what I was yelling in my head, and what I was yelling out loud.

Yes, yes I wanted him to fill me with his new Daddy seed.

Yes, yes- ! I wanted this … forever! I wanted to be the kept boy of these two sexy men! I wanted to live with them and have them take me places and show me off, and to take turns waking the two of them up with blowjobs, and- and-

The air seemed to ripple around us.

Cameron let out a long, loud roar and I could feel him cum as he slammed me down against him again and again.

“FUCK!”

Sean's hand on my dick quickened.

“Oh- oh- oh-! Oh god, Oh- !”

Even though my eyes were clenched shut, I saw a flash of white.

I came, harder than I had cum in months, shooting onto my chest and all over Sean's hand. My whole body convulsed, and my wrists pulled against Sean's other hand, but he held me down with little effort.

Cameron slowed, but stayed within me, the back of my legs still pressed against his now sweaty chest.

Fuck that was good.

“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned. “You haven't fucked me that hard in weeks.”

“Looks like the change of locale is doing you good,” Sean said to Cameron, moving to grab us both a towel. “I kept telling you that you'd been working too hard.”

Something felt... off... some... memory...

“Yeah, every night when we went to bed,” Cameron smirked. “I guess I should know better by this point and listen to my damn husband.”

I lay on the bed, breathing heavy. Cameron took a few steps up and lowered down and kissed me.

Even gasping for air, I still felt myself melt as he lifted my head into a deep kiss.

“And our boy,” he said.

Two different sets of memories seemed to fight in my head. One, where I slept between these two daddies in our massive bed every night, and I begged Cameron to take us on a trip, to get a little stress relief, and some other, fading image of three early 20-somethings finding some deal on a website...

“Wow, you must have fucked him good,” Sean said. “He's speechless.”

He came over and brought his large palm against my cheek, looking down on me adoringly. The cold of his wedding ring felt nice against my warm cheek.

God, I was so lucky, to belong to this gorgeous couple, to have them bring me into their life a year ago. Wait... something about that felt...

I had known them for years, hadn't I?

A questioning look flickered across Sean's face for the briefest of moments.

“You okay, Billy?” he asked.

I shook my head, clearing away any stray thoughts.

“I.... whoo! Guess I ….” I sat up.

Cameron came over with a glass of water, which I took, gratefully, and sat down on the bed.

“I guess that took more out of me than I thought!”

Cameron grinned.

“Well, it took a year, but the two of us have finally found a way to tire out our boy. I wonder if he's getting older.”

Sean laughed.

“He better not be, he's supposed to be keeping us young!”

Sean and Cameron kissed and I felt one final twitch of my fading erection. They both looked at me, leaning into the pillow.

Some days, it was almost too much, the love of these two men. How they loved each other through me, how they would gift me, over and over, to the other. How they took turns shaping me, praising me, holding me.

I was the luckiest boy. Whatever I did to deserve this, I'll never know.

“I'm going to take a shower,” Cameron said, standing and walking toward the bathroom. “You two should join me.”

I could see the huge, open shower in front of him. Something about it looked... different. But that's silly, we just got into this hotel where we'd never stayed, and hadn't even showered yet. How could it look different?

I sipped my water and stared at the gorgeous ass, and then salt-and-pepper hair of one of my daddies.

I was the happiest boy alive.

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yanderemommabean · 4 years

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If you don’t mind, could you write more aggressive Irris? Maybe him telling exactly what he’d do if he had us alone to himself...?

Fiddling around with the data on Irris wasn’t how you saw your day going, but what else was there to do while waiting for the next bus ride home?

Of course you asked the timid cyber-boyfriend of yours if it was alright, and he gave you some safety precaution speech before agreeing. Something about making sure you backup an old save file of his incase things get hairy, and to make sure not to miss the bus if you get too engaged in seeing his more personal inner workings.

“Will you be ok? What if I mess up something majorly important?” You ask apprehensively, thumb still a bit too shy to mess with some of the files that appeared on the screen.

“I assure you, I’ll be ok! I can always be factory reset as long as I stay in cyberspace. I also have that recent backup, so if I do act too strange for you, that’ll fix me up!”.

Looking around, you decide that killing time is about all you really CAN do at the moment, so you give a curt nod. Might as well see what fun things lie within your odd virtual boyfriend.

A good half hours goes by as you mess around, some of the files changing his hair color, others his clothes, and some seemingly having no effect on the man. Irris of course blushed and tried not to heat up your phone when you played with a few of the adult files.

Don’t get him wrong, he can be flirty and dominant when you need him too be, but sometimes he’s a bashful mess. Not that you minded! Irris is just naturally shy, one of the reasons you love him!

You hear the bus approaching, rolling to a stop with the breaks squeaking before the doors are swung open. The bus driver doesn’t look the slightest bit amused, and you simply pay them and give a small thanks before heading towards a seat near the window.

Sitting down, you pull up your phone again and try to see if maybe you can put Irris back together without going back to an old save file. As you unlock your screen, a voice catches you off guard and makes you jolt.

“Well hey cutie, you finally showing me some love and attention?”.

You quirk an eyebrow, confused. Irris doesn’t use the cliche bad boy dialogue options in his game, and even if he did he wouldn’t choose to use them unless you were in a certain mood.

“E-excuse me?” was all you managed to ask, thinking maybe he was trying to play a small joke. He could be pretty funny when he wanted to be, more often than not the jokes had you laughing or rolling your eyes.

“Put your earbuds in”.

His voice sounded more stern, leaving no room for argument. It was eerie, as Irris was usually polite and made sure you were ok with whatever he was about to ask of you. Oh god what if you fucked something up majorly and he’s about to reprimand you?!

You connect your earbuds and watch the screen, waiting for whatever Irris had to say. To your absolute shock, the screen shows a completely naked Irris, stroking himself while piercing, crimson eyes stare at you with pure lust.

“Ah ah ah. Keep your eyes on me sweetheart” he commanded, reaching his hand down to stroke his hard member as he whispered into your ears. “See how fucking hard you make me? Do you have any idea what I’m thinking about doing to you and that body of yours? “.

You try and close your phone, frantically clicking on the power button and home screen, to no avail. Your cheeks are on fire with the blood that’s pumping to them, your heart beating against your ribs in a slight panic over what you were seeing.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Baby, you can’t turn me off once you turn me on” Irris laughed, his eyes half lidded as he looks you up and down. You panic and try to make sure no one is looking over your shoulder, and try to keep your voice to a whisper. “Irris what the hell! Y-you can’t just say stuff like that! You can’t just-“.

“I can do whatever I damn well please. And when we get home I’m going to make a fucking mess out of you” his voice was stern, having an undertone of arousal as he continued to stroke his cock and growl in your ear. “I’m gonna make you squirt all over my cock like a good little bitch. Make you fucking beg for me while I eat your pretty little hole”.

You clench your thighs together, feeling a pulse of neediness through your core as he continues his debauched ranting. “I-Irris this isn’t like you” you managed to whisper, looking around again to make sure the other patrons weren’t aware of your predicament. Irris would never be as bold and as forward as this in public, only wanting to have you to himself in the safety of your house.

But this side of him, it seemed more possessive, more willing to take you. “I’m nothing like that weakling” he hissed, your phone heating up from his burst of anger “No no baby, I’m way stronger, smarter, and I can give you what you need”.

The bus comes to a halt once again, and you clear your throat looking to see if it was your stop. To your relief, it was, and that only meant another ten minute walk home. You stand and stumble off of the vehicle, thanking the driver, and trying to hide your embarrassment as Irris - or rather “not” Irris - continues to tell you all of the filthy things he wants to see you do.

You fumble with the door handle, and breathe a sigh of relief again as you enter your home and disconnect your earbuds. “What the hell has gotten into you?! That was-“

“Only the beginning” a voice from your tv spoke, a form crawling from the screen and onto the floor before your very eyes. He was still naked, having red eyes and a wicked smile, licking his lips as he stared you up and down. “I meant what I said baby, I’m gonna make you cry for me in the best of ways. Now, be good, and let daddy have his fun”.

(So pretty sure this was “meh” and maybe a bit rushed in some spots but - I hope you liked it! -Mommabean )

#yandere scenarios #yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere AI #yandere computers #yandere computer #yandere irris #irris my oc #irris #yandere imagines #my ocs #yandere ocs #yandere male #dubcon #??#yandere x reader #mommabean

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kermitwithaspider · 3 years

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Booger Dildoes

Warning! This chapter has smut, bad words, and non con! Please dont read if your sensitieve to this topics.

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"Hi 1m ippepep bacon slut! Oikn oink bonk!" A camera pans slowly revealing a pig dressed in a slutty outfit with her face pampered with makeup, all thanks to Pedo Charles.

"Ahhh look what our little pig whore. All meaty and tender with juicy bacon. Any words you have to say for the audience, Pinkie?" A man said in a squirrel costume. Ew hahah we got a creepo as our narrator.

"Doiksuehshehehhhahaha" Peppa giggled, a finger twriling a strand of nose hair. "Please phuck my phat vag." She formed a "v" with her fingers and placed it infront of her mouth, her tongue sticking out.

"Mhm." Squirrel dick removed his squirrel hat. Everybody in the stuido gasped to see Kim and her fake ass. "Heeeeesssyyyy." She seggsily removed the rest of the squirrel suit and threw it at Kermit's salmonella ass.

"Fikw." Kermit groaned at the heavy squirrel suit thrown at his shoulder. "Shutup." Kim gestured a middle finger at kermit. "Stop complaining, its not like your pain is gonna stay here forever." As the words came out of Kim's mouth a tenticle came out of nowhere and it wrapped itself around kermit's head.

"Oh, lookie here! We're gonna save Kermit's tenticle fuck video in another chapter!" Kermit looked alarmed at this. "Wait no i dont even have any makeup on! Also a vag or a shit hole!"

As keemit said that suddenly a dick, a vag, and a shit hole appeared on kermit's body. "There u go." A tenticle instantly slid inside kermit's ass crack.

"Mhm...~ahhh~oh!"

"Uhm hello bitch? Its suppose to be me and this phat pig here?" Kim snapped a finger. "Oh yeah right, while kermit is currently getting fucked by random entity lets stuff god's holy dick inside of ya'll's dirty skanky pussies!" "Oink boink hehahah thank uu!" Peppa cheered, here finger pumping in and out of her vag.

"Finally." Kim said, her hands moving swiftly on her phone keyboard. "Wtach me getmfucked yalll<33333"

With a clap of someone's mentality, peppa and kim was transported to a church. The chruch was clean. But fhere was a heck load of thick girthy dildos laying adound."oooh i wanna try rhis one!" Kim took a very thick dildo that was laying beside her. The shine of slick was obvious. Hm, looks like somebody else used it.

Ooo ink oink! Peppa also got one of the thickest dildoes that was laying on the floor. Peppa inserted the tip in her hairy nose, swirl it around a bit, then pulled it out. A green nasty booger sticked on the tip.

"Mnm" looks delicious" Peppa rubbed her clit as she licked the booger on the dildo. The camera pans out to kim who is currently smashing her pussy with a dildo, her moans echoing throughout the churhc.

Peppa pushed the dildio deeper and deeper till it touched the back of her throat. Peppa felt so hot, her hand ruvving desperately on her sensitive little clit.

Peppa's dirty iddy biddy mind played a scenario. "Squilliam kun please fuck my squiddy ass! Squidward chan moaned, her tenticle hand lifted her skirt to expose her bare parts." Squilliam smirked and pulled out a cucumber. "Yes squiddy."

Gosh. That thought is so hot~~~

Peppas eyes rolled backwards as her orgasm hit her. Dopamine spreaded in her body. Peppa moaned loudly, causing kim to feel more hot and horny.

God. That was such a huge turn on. Kim licked her lips and stealthily crawled closer to Peppa who was still dazily sucking the dildo. Kim's hot breath fanned Peppa's shoulders. "Come here you slutty bacon." Kim inserted the used dildo up in Peppa's nose.

Peppa moaned. Kim pumped the dildo in and out faster. The pink pig we all love to grow was getting nosed fuck by none other than kim herself.

While all of this is happening, God stared at the scene befold infront of his very own eyes. The other angels who was beside god's side, had their jaws agape.

"Ooo yes maomi~fuck my huge hairy nose hole~" "Oh yes I will." God was so shock that he didnt hear a certain someone cackle behind him. "Oh God, I didnt know you watch nosefuck videos" Lucifer smacked his thigh, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"Lucifer?! What the- how did you came here!"

Lucifer's laughing face into a shock one that showed betrayal. "God.... well you see, I won the satanist olympics, became a brain surgeon with a golden certificate, became the world's first blob fish, and created the species of cockroaches. Dont you EVER throw me out when you are doing a sin. Watching two ladies having a nosefuck without their consent. You look like a creepo you know."

"LUCIFER WHAT THE BEHOMEHAGS-" Before God can finish his sentence, Lucifer beat him to it. "I gotten my ass fucked when i was in snake form. Anyways im not just making a story, im changing lives." Lucifer snapped a finger.

Snap.

Suddenly Peppa was holding a needle. A needle... what do we do with a needle ya'll?

Right, we pop a fake bitches ass.

Peppa gripped on the needle and stabbed it on Kim's ass--

Peppa popped Kim's balloon implants cause an uproar!

Kim frown and lowered her ips diamond addition iphone. "Fuck you." Peppa smiled. "Love you too!"

Then the doctor appeared with a clipboard. "Hey ms Kim Fake Ass Kardashian here is the bill." The doctor handed kim the bill. "Oh yeah, and also the dildo you used caused vaginal tearing and somebody before you used it. You gotten human papillomavirus, also known as HPV. So sorry friend."

Kim's jaw dropped to the floor. "What!-"

Lesson of the story: Please dont fuck yourself with a used dildo. Chances are that person might have STD(Sexual transmitted disease.) Also, dont let yourself get fucked by an animal, you can get penile cancer, rabies, and other scary diseases shit. Sizes doesnt matter during sex, doesnt really increase the pleasure but it can if you have size kink. It can also increase the chances of tearing in the vagina, so men and women who decides to wear a large strap on during sex, be careful with your partner :)

How will Kim heal from her STD? Will she ever record another sex tape ever again? Did kermit gave birth to tentacle aliens? Or did Peppa finally got hentai artwork of herself? Stay tune nextime for another chapter! (Ps, I want some ravioli with some fries? Dont worry they're seasoned with Holyness and I have coke on the table, i bought the holy addition though.)

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Cave Boys [Chapter One]

Edit: Please tell me if the ‘read more’ isn’t working because this is the third time I tried adding it in and on our blog, it shows, but when I see it on my dash it isn’t there. I’m really sorry if it’s still not working.

Synopsis: While exploring, Logan finds an unknown cave. He’s too curious for his own good and wanders inside, only to be kidnapped by monsters and taken to their civilization as a prize to be sold to the highest bidder.

Genre: Logan-centric whump with a happy ending for all, NSFW, romantic intrulogical, parental loceit, parental logicality, romantic moceit, background romantic prinxiety

Trigger warnings (for the entire fic): Angst and whump, blood, gore, kidnapping, monsters, human in a cage, human in a collar, human on a leash, I think maybe technically body horror?, implied unsympathetic Janus, implied unsympathetic Virgil (neither of them is unsympathetic they’re both just assholes lol), human slavery, human being treated as property, human up for sale, threats, eventual non-con, lots of bullying, poverty

Trigger warnings (for this chapter): Traps, ankle injuries, knives that go unused, suicidal speech, talk of a person ‘fading’ (very briefly and it doesn’t happen), arguing and insults, implied poverty

Word count: 6171

Written by: Claire and Virgil

Edited by: Virgil

A/N: Hi, I played Janus and if you ask me where his personality comes from, I have no answer ~Mod Virgil

When Logan was upset, he explored the forest by his house.

The woods spread over hundreds of miles. They were covered in towering pines, ground in thick moss and large boulders. There were plenty of places of interest marked out and documented— Hot springs, caves, clearings, ponds.

Logan had visited all of them.

It got to the point where he merely wandered, focusing on landmarks instead of the people who upset him, who had once again let him down. After all, he had to be able to find his way home. A few times he got lost in the forest for longer than desired.

He was several hours into his hike, in a direction he had never been before, when he came across an undocumented cave. He checked every centimetre of his map- The one he updated every night -but no one knew of its existence.

Humming, he flicked on his light, circling the area just in case, and making a note of the find in his journal before stepping in carefully, eyes wide with wonder. “Stupendous…."

The entrance of the cave was made of high ceilings and jagged walls covered in moss. The gurgling of running water from somewhere to his left echoed through the room, and straight across, through a narrow crack in the wall, was something… Glowing. Glittering, even, shining with purple, pink, yellow, and blue.

Gasping softly, he crept carefully towards the crack, a small shiver running down his spine. "Were I more superstitious, I would say this is a fairy ring or some nonsense… how does it shimmer like that though!” Reaching out, he slipped some gloves on to touch the nearest one, the darkest blue he’d ever seen.

It was… So warm. Warm and beautiful. What was this rock- No, crystal? If he got some of it back home, he could test it… He’d have to get through the crack to harvest some of it.

Leaning out a little further, he grunted. The moment he stumbled out of the crack, metal slid against metal, and as bars flipped upward to lock him in a claustrophobic cage, pain exploded in his ankle as something clamped around it. Cheers sounded nearby.

A terrified yelp spilled from his lips as he pushed and pulled at the metal. What’s going on?!

Thick, hairy hands curl around the bars of the cage, the metal screeching along the stone floor as Logan was hauled into the darkness.

“That’s four for me,” the voice closest to him grunts, “and none for you. Have you noticed that? I have.”

His hands flew to his ears. He quickly lost track of where he was, darkness and the long strides of whoever, or whatever, now had him, making it impossible. The screaming pain in his ankle had hardly subsided by the time the moving finally stopped. The only direction Logan was certain he went in was down. He started to realize why this place wasn’t marked on the map.

“Do him like the other humans, there should be an open spot close to the city,” the same voice ordered. “I’ll go update the books.”

His heart sunk. He flinched back as a long arm reached for him. The monster tugged at him even as he kicked with his unbound leg, fumbling in his pockets for his knife and swiping. “Get the hell away! Let me go!!”

The thing laughed gleefully as its slim form easily avoided his slashes. “You know,” it clamped down on Logan’s injured ankle, pain forming black spots in his vision, “those stupid crystal things were the best thing we’ve ever done for our jobs. Made things so much easier.”

Logan snarled, certain that if he could just get one hit in, it would be fine. Maybe he’d even wake up, bed sheets wrapped around his ankles instead of this millipede nightmare.

“If you don’t stop struggling,” it sang, “you’ll never be able to use that ankle again.” It squeezed tighter, digging the metal further into his flesh, Logan’s vision turning white.

He screamed and fell limp.

The thing dragged him forward by his ankle and slapped something against his neck. It crumpled and curled around like a collar, but the material was some type of metal Logan didn’t recognize. It almost… Harnessed heat. The longer it stuck to his skin, the more it burned, like holding your hand too close to fire without touching it.

It clipped a chain on the collar and dragged Logan across the dirt floor. Logan will never forget the things he saw as it led him further into the cave system.

It brought him down to an area with square holes cut in the walls, light seeping into the makeshift hallway. What could only be described as monsters peeked through the windows, watching Logan with expressions he couldn’t recognize. There was occasional hissing, chirping, incoherent English mumbling… But not a human in sight.

Slumped in the larger pen, he tried to put together what had happened for a long time after the creature left, he finally had looked down to see the bloody mess his ankle was, and the trap attached to it. It throbbed with his panicked heartbeat ever since he had given up getting it off.

“You’re such a bitch, you know that?”

An androgynous voice, sounding almost-human, echoed down the hall as two pairs of footsteps headed for his cage. Were they human? Were they going to save him?

Shifting to his feet, Logan carefully hopped back a little. A soft whine left his lips as he imagined the horror to come.

“What?! I’m a bitch?!” A louder tone answered, an almost trill to the end echoing off the cavern walls. “You!” The voice sputtered, as if trying and failing to defend itself. “You’re not even looking at me, fang boy!”

“I don’t have to look at you to know you’re a moron. You’ve tripped over more rocks than me, and I’m fucking blind.”

Two figures came into Logan’s vision. One of them was biped, and looked vaguely humanoid, but a long snout protruded from its face and in place of nails, long, black talons curled. They were sharp enough to slit Logan’s throat. The thing’s eyes, for what tiny slits they were, had no colour.

Gesturing with a broad swipe, the second figure proclaimed loudly, “So, I wanted to be fashionable and pretty for the new arrivals, Count Woe-laff! So sue me!"

“Count… Who?”

Logan gingerly hopped out of range of the claws and the cloak the louder one wore. It floated and fluttered, as if it sat on a tide. Eyes lifting to meet Logan’s, the loud one found a rock and went down hard. He squeezed out a pained breath.

The badger thing slapped a paw to its face, right above his snout. “God, you are such a moron.” It knelt down and wrapped a paw around the other’s wrist, and for a moment Logan thought those talons were going to draw blood, but the thing helped its counterpart up and patted its back roughly.

Huffing, it dusted off, just now noticing Logan. "So, I missed a safety measure or three. Did you see-? Oh! There’s a human!"

A deep rumble fell from the badger boy’s throat, presumably a laugh. “No, I don’t see. But do you know how I know anyway? Because I listen when we’re given orders.”

The two of them stopped in front of Logan’s cage. The badger held large, flat pieces of stone and ran a single talon along it. The nail wormed its way between all the grooves and indentations, face clenched in concentration.

“Logan?” It tried. “Did I say that right? You’re listed as male, is that correct?”

Mouth opening a few times, Logan managed after a few moments, "I… Yes? How do you know that?! I haven't… There weren’t any questions asked!”

“Everything I have here is first impressions, things our superiors could tell from sight. My name is Virgil, and the idiot back there is Roman. He uses he/him, I use they/them. What do you use?” They cocked their head towards Roman and mumbled, “Did I ask that correctly?”

Roman snorted softly. “I’m not an idiot, V!"

"Yes, a bit stiff and formal, but basically correct. I prefer he/him pronouns and my name is Logan. Why am I here? Can either of you get this device off of my leg?!” He balanced, using a part of the cage furthest from the two beings, uncertainty clouding his mind.

“You were unlucky,” Virgil answered, and then the rest of Logan’s words caught up with them. They snapped something in a language Logan didn’t understand, in the same implication of one spitting out a chain of curses, and asked, “Damnit, Roman, did they leave that fucking thing on again?”

“Looks like it. They pushed it in, too! Even when they struggle, that’s just mean!” Lilting sounds left his lips in much the same implied tone. “We have to get closer to get it off.”

“I’ll do it. Just make sure he doesn’t escape.” Virgil gave Roman the tablets and pulled a set of keys from one of their many pockets. They spoke as they unlocked the door. “Roman and I are assigned to guard you when you’re on good behaviour. If you act out too much, we can’t help, and you won’t like where you end up.” They knelt in front of Logan and pat the ground. “Put your ankle right here. You’re going to have to trust us, and accept the situation.”

Slowly pushing off the wall, Logan carefully slid to where Virgil indicated, voice soft and stubbornly resigned. “Do I have a choice? I don’t know where ‘here’ is or how to get home, even if I thought that I could walk or climb to get there.”

“You’re smarter than most humans they catch.” Virgil slipped a talon into a slot on the device, a thin tongue poking between their lips. They plunged the talon deeper, and the device popped off, ripping off some of Logan’s skin with it.

“FUCK! That hurts!” He groaned. He tugged his foot close and rocked, pressing at the bleeding parts of his foot. He glared. “What good does being smart do me? I’m still here.”

“I’m sorry.” They sounded genuine. “I didn’t want to warn you, it would have just freaked you out.” Virgil stood and left the cage, closing and locking the door behind them. They took the tablets back from Roman. “We don’t have a lot of human food. Do you have… Uh, fuck, what did that girl call it? Come on, Roman, speak up, you know way more about humans than I do.”

Roman jumped a little. “Which girl, the one that had those little bars in her bag or the one that said she couldn’t eat nuts?”

“The one who couldn’t eat nuts. She said it’d kill her. We weren’t aware humans weren’t able to eat all human foods. That’s so fucking weird… You guys are fucking weird, you know that?”

“Those are called allergies. Sensitivity in differing degrees to parts of our environment. I don’t have an allergy to anything. That I’ve encountered so far at least?”

A horrible grating sound sliced through the air as Virgil noted that down with their talon. “And how old are you? We’ve tried guessing age before but another thing humans are fucking weird with, you guys don’t look the same ever.”

Covering his ears, Logan gritted his teeth. “Twenty- I’m twenty years old.”

Virgil noted that down as well and, to Logan’s immense relief, pocketing the tablets. “Okay. So what’s gonna happen is I’m gonna grab you some food while Princey here watches you, then-”

“VIRGIL! ROMAN!” An impatient voice echoed through the corridor, rapidly coming closer. “I’M HERE TO MEET THE NEW HUMAN!”

“Get lost, Janus,” Virgil growled. “The human’s not open for meet and greets yet!”

Logan hissed softly, pushing back against the wall. No more new things…

At first glance, the rapidly approaching creature looked human. It almost startled hope in Logan, until it came into the light.

It was not human.

Its skin was ghostly pale in the spaces it wasn’t covered in shimmering green scales. Its eyes were slit like a snake’s, its fangs poking out between its lips. It had similar talons to Virgil’s, but a fraction of the length and looked almost manicured.

A dazzling grin slid across its face as its eyes landed on Logan. “Oh, hello darling.” It frowned, gaze dropping to his ankle. “Oh, dear, did these two do that to you?”

Virgil shoved the thing. “You can’t keep doing this every fucking time a human arrives. Just because you meet them first doesn’t mean anyone can guarantee you a lower price.”

“P-Price?!” Logan trembled. “You mean I’m to be sold… Like property?!” His vision swam. He curled up tight around his injured limb, rocking slowly as he panicked. “Maybe I should just fucking run… Hope I find a damn cliff or something’s claw…”

All three of them jumped in visible panic, jumping over each other to discourage him.

“-horrible, horrible idea-”

“-please, darling, you’ll only get hurt-”

“-you won’t make it far enough and the punishment will make you regret trying-”

The snake thing wrapped a hand around one of the bars. “I know it looks bleak now, but if you trust me, convince the others that I would be the best buyer… You’ll be happy they took you in the first place.”

Logan laughed with a snort. “Why the fuck would I want something like that?!”

“You’re going to confuse him,” Virgil growled. “Don’t make him think he has any say. Just go and wait for his display day, okay?”

“You’ll look fabulous! And certainly end up with a better owner than snake lips there!” Roman blocked the view with his body, winking.

“I can make you happy!” It insisted. “Please, don’t listen to them! My name is Janus. What’s yours? Let me get to know you, darling.”

“Happy?! Go suck an egg and choke.” Turning, Logan tugged at his ankle, turning to Virgil. “Is there any medical treatment? Water? Clean cloth?”

“Yes, I’ll bring you water with your dinner. Roman, did you-”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Janus did not seem sorry, “but I’m not familiar with that human expression? Was that- Was-”

“You were rejected,” Virgil said flatly. “When are you going to accept that no one wants you?”

“I don’t trust any of you and I don’t like this one bit,” Logan muttered softly.

Janus hesitated, then spun on his heels and left.

Virgil sighed. “Roman, did you remember the gauze?”

Producing a roll from a bag on his hip, Roman nodded. "Of course!”

Virgil took it and unlocked the cage again. “I’ll go grab your food after I get this wrapped up, okay? Did they hurt you anywhere else?” They sat and patted the same spot on the floor.

Slowly stretching out again, Logan thought. “The collar-thing felt like it was burning… But I don’t think so?” Looking at his hands, he hummed.

“Bruises on his hands at least,” Roman piped up, “probably all over from those damn cages.”

Virgil wrapped Logan’s ankle and held out their paws, palms up. “Give me your hands.”

Carefully, Logan held them out, palm down. “What is the purpose of taking humans? What use are we to you?”

“It’s different for each buyer.” Virgil’s dark skin was surprisingly soft as their fingers rubbed along Logan’s palms. “The simple answer is that there’s a huge market for it. There are rumours that people buy humans because they want to take out their anger at being locked down here while you all are free up there, but I think that’s bullshit. We could go up there if we wanted, we just don’t. I think the people who think that are cowards.”

Logan snorted. “Everything I’ve seen here is like a cross between a fantasy tale and a nightmare… Things most people don’t believe even exist! There’s no way there’s a lock or force keeping you here! That’s just not logical!"

“Exactly.” Virgil grinned, squeezing Logan’s hands. “You walked right in, didn’t you? What’s stopping the ones desiring to walk right out?”

"Well… I was exploring, curious. I rather fell in? It was a doorway, though!” He blushed, thinking back. “Seems it was a trap, though, from what they said.”

“Yeah,” Virgil mumbled as they rose to their feet. “It’s those crystals. Humans go crazy for them. The severity depends on the person, but it just makes you want to know… Everything about them. And you’ll put that priority over any others.” Virgil slipped out of the cage, then shut and locked the doors. “Humans are so stupid,” they sighed, and left to get Logan’s food.

Logan curled in on himself. Did I upset them? “Oh…"

Roman hummed softly and slipped into place at the door. "Should we get you more coverings? Are you too cold?"

Pausing, Logan shook his head. Virgil came back a while later with a tray of what looked close to oatmeal, and a few bottles of water. They slid it through a gap in the bars, towards the bottom.

“You should try to sleep after you eat.” They shoved a thick roll of cloth through as well. “Tomorrow’s going to be a big day. You’re going to meet one of our superiors, and she’ll be preparing you for your display day. Please, please obey us, and obey her. If you misbehave, Roman and I will not be able to help you.”

"I… Okay, I’ll do my best. Thank you for the advice. What- What exactly is a display day?"

“One of our superiors will take you to the city, along with some other humans, and, well, put you on display. People come by to meet you and look at you, and bids will start.”

"Oh… Has anyone ever… Gone home?”

Virgil hesitated, expression darkening. “You mean… Left the cave?”

“Yes. Is there a chance that I will ever see the surface again?” He raised his head to watch the expression of this strangely compassionate being. “Will I ever see my home again… Or am I here until I die?”

“Don’t ask questions like that,” Virgil hissed. “That’s exactly the kind of thing that will land you in a place you don’t want to be in. I’m sorry, I’m sure it must be hard to accept, but this is your best option now.”

“Oh…" His head dipped, resting on his knees. "That tells me what I need to know, I guess.”

“It’ll be okay,” Virgil promised. “If you’re smart, you can find yourself a good owner who’ll make you happy.” They looked over their shoulder. “Roman, will you set up our tent? I’m taking second watch tonight.”

Roman rolled his eyes. “Been setting it up as you two gossips talked, guess you really are blind, batboy!”

Virgil looked at them incredulously. “Do you think I’m exaggerating when I say I’m blind?”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh softly, a hand muffling the sound as Roman teased in that other language, causing Virgil to swipe at him.

Virgil finally just rolled their eyes. “Goodnight, Roman. Don’t be stupid, wake me up for my shift, okay?”

He huffed softly. “Fine… Sleep well, emo nightmare!”

“Goodnight, Logan. Let Roman know if you need something.” Virgil ducked into the tent and zipped it up behind them.

Logan spent most of the night struggling to sleep. The blanket Virgil gave him barely softened the hard stone floor, and every time he fell asleep for a few minutes, he jerked awake, body insisting he was in danger. Eventually, he settled for leaning against the back wall of the enclosure and mentally reciting the constellations to try and remain calm. At some point he must have passed out, because he jerked awake when the door opened, an unfamiliar voice speaking with the two guards from earlier.

“How has he been behaving?” The feminine voice asked.

“Perfectly,” Virgil said dryly. “Just went right to bed last night, didn’t even think about escaping.”

“Hmm. That’s perfect. Have you noticed anything strange about him, anything to take note of?”

Roman chuckled. “He seems quite intelligent, if a bit scared. The first crew beat him up a bit and I’m not sure if he’s having issues from that first handling?”

“Hmm,” she sounded indifferent, “I’ll check when we get him to the tailor. We’ll definitely have to market his intelligence, most humans are so dumb.”

Slowly pushing up, Logan hummed softly as dread crept into his stomach. Watching her body language for clues, he steeled himself for whatever she might do to ‘display’ him.

She talked with the two a little longer. She looked remarkably similar to Virgil.

She unlocked the cage door and beckoned Logan forward. “Are you awake? Come here, please.”

“I am.” Standing, he slowly approached, watching those long claws carefully. “Am I allowed to speak, ma'am?”

Her barely-there eyes widened a bit. “Wow, you guys weren’t kidding. He is smart. Yes, Logan, you can speak, but keep it to a minimum. I presume Virgil and Roman told you where you’ll go when you misbehave, and I feel it’s important to tell you that our rules and their rules will not be the same.”

“What are those rules, ma'am? I would prefer to avoid punishment if possible.” Gulping as she approached, he fought not to run.

She gracefully slid her talons under his collar and brought him closer, clipping on a chain. She gently tugged, like beckoning a dog, and stepped out of the cage.

“The obvious ones,” she told him as they walked through the dark corridors, Roman and Virgil flanking them, “like don’t try to escape, don’t be rude, don’t attack anyone. Any others, you have permission to break once, since you won’t know, then any time after that you’ll be assigned new guards.”

He nodded. If he were to break any rules, it would certainly be fighting back or being rude. “Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.”

“You’re very welcome, Logan. You’re very polite.”

She took them down a route Logan didn’t recognize, and seemingly all at once, the cave walls turned into carved out homes, the narrow hall opened up into a huge cavern bustling with noise, and he was surrounded in life. It was a complete city, underground, and crawling with monsters. “Roman, please visit the office and update the books while Virgil and I bring him to the tailor.”

Smiling wide, Roman saluted. He took the tablets from Virgil before turning with a flourish. “Certainly! I’ll meet back up with you there!"

Virgil’s boss led him through the city. Despite her lack of vision, she never ran into anyone or anything. She brought them to a tiny little building made of jagged rock, some of the door crumbling as she pulled it open.

“Go in, now.”

Stumbling slightly, Logan ducked inside. His eyes slowly adjusted to the lowered light. He could barely make out a small shop with piles of fabrics, some chains and restraints on the walls. "H-Hello?"

Scratching sounded as a figure rounded the mounds, low syllabant voice purring as wings and claws came into view. "Greetings, human… Hand over the chain, Sylvia? I need to see all of him easily, you know!”

A griffin.

Sylvia chuckled and passed it over. “He’s very intelligent, so we’ll need an outfit to highlight that, Rose, make sure everyone who sees him knows.”

Rose’s paw looped the chain over a stand as she drew him in closer. “So I see… His eyes are watching everything. Maybe if we highlight them….” Grabbing some materials, she draped them to check the shade. She sketched concepts with soft mutters. “Scholar… Robes?”

Sylvia hummed appreciatively and found a seat. Virgil stood guard by the door. “Yes, I’m sure that’ll work,” Sylvia said.

“Of course, darling, I AM the best!” Moving Logan with firm but gentle paws, she measured and worked on creating a heavy-looking robe with colours that complimented his features. It made him look wise, and yet hampered movement so he wasn’t tempted to run. Showing him off when she finished, she motioned for Logan to turn. “I would add some makeup for those eyes if you really want him to sell at mark up, sweetie!”

“I’ll mention that to the stylist tomorrow. I trust you’ve done a wonderful job, if there’s anything the boss has to say I’ll bring him back before closing hours.”

She stood and pulled a few gems out of the bag at her hip. One of them was an amethyst, but Logan didn’t recognize the rest. She held them out in Rose’s general direction.

Taking the stones, Rose purred and traded them for Logan’s chain. “A pleasure as always!”

“Virgil, come take this.” She held out the chain, and Virgil felt around until they found her wrist, and felt their way to the end of the chain. “Wait outside for Roman, then get him back to his cage and make him something to eat. I’m going to make sure the work on his display cage is going smoothly.”

“Sure.” They gestured for Logan to follow, taking it on faith that Logan saw and tugging him out the door.

Logan stumbled as he adjusted to the change in leading style. “Virgil?”

Sylvia passed them outside and disappeared into the crowd of people. Virgil leaned against the wall of the tailor. “What’s up?”

“Just a question. Am I to wear this outfit only for presentation, or is this to be my new daily attire?” Logan touched the navy fabric, careful not to mess it up.

“We’re just fitting you for your display day. After we get the boss’ approval, you’ll change back into your original clothes and we’ll keep that safe until everything’s ready. Why?”

“Oh… They are much warmer than what I currently have. The space I was in, it’s colder than I’m used to?"

Virgil stepped forward and clumsily rubbed one of their paws over the side of Logan’s face. “Hm. You’re right, I don’t think humans’ skin is supposed to be this cold. I’ll grab you a hoodie when I get your breakfast. Jesus, do you see Princey anywhere? He’s so fucking distractable.”

Shivering, Logan leaned into the touch. "Mmm…"

Roman scoffed softly, coming up behind Virgil. "Petting him without me, V? You’re bonding nicely!”

They dropped their paw with a sigh. “He’s cold. You should carry him back. Body heat should be able to warm him up just as well as fabric.”

“Oh!” Stepping in, Roman scooped Logan up after a quick consideration on how to position him. “Okay! He’s so light… Are they supposed to be this small?”

Virgil shrugged as they made their way back. “I don’t know. Like I said, humans almost never look the same. Feel below his chest, can you feel his ribs through his skin?”

Logan squeaked as Roman poked at him. “I am not underweight!”

“Just let Roman check,” Virgil sighed. “We need to make sure we’re feeding you correctly.”

Blushing a bright red, Logan nodded and tried to relax.

Roman hummed softly. “Not easily… Skinny but like just not a lot of natural padding? He is super cold though… Shivering.”

“Yeah, like I said, you gotta warm him up. Use friction.”

Chuckling, Roman cuddled Logan close, hands sliding under his clothes to rub gently. “Got it, V!”

They brought him back to his holding cage, Virgil holding out his old clothes. “Go ahead and get changed, I need those.”

Turning for modesty even though he knew it was useless, Logan nodded. He held out the robes to Roman. “Here… Might I request something warm for food? It helps.”

“Of course. We have some soups that are safe for humans. I’ll be right back.”

Roman grinned and settled Logan in his lap, stroking gently. “Soooo… Do you want to talk while V’s doing the boring stuff?”

He blushed and cuddled into Roman’s chest. “Sure?”

“Awesome!” Petting Logan’s hair, he bounced a little. “So, what do you do for fun? Do you live alone? 20 is above the age of leaving your parent’s territory, right?”

“It varies from person to person. It’s not an abnormal time to be on your own.” He shrugged a little. Somehow, thinking of his old life seemed… Bleeker. “I read a lot. Um, I did a lot of exploring, obviously. I liked finding things I didn’t know about and taking it home to run some tests, see if there’s anything interesting. And, uh, yeah. I lived alone.”

“Oh! So humans’ life patterns vary? There’s no set time to leave your first home, find a mate?” Roman’s eyes were wide, fascinated.

Logan nodded slowly. “Yeah… I mean, you can do whatever you want, really. Do you… Have a ‘set time’ to find a mate?”

He blushed. “Kind of? My species has a limit on how long you have to search. We have a token that we’re to give to our mates after courtship… and if you don’t, we kind of… fade?"

Logan frowned deeply. “That’s horrible. What if you don’t want a partner?”

Roman’s head tipped in confusion. "Who wouldn’t want a life partner? The world is lonely sometimes!”

“Well, plenty of people upstairs.” Logan turned to face Roman, wrapping his legs around him. He was slowly warming up, but not quick enough for his liking. “I mean… Well, are we talking about ‘life partners’ or ‘mates?’”

“Oh! You separate the sexual pairs from the companionship ones?” Roman chuckled. “That makes more sense now!”

He nodded, hesitantly resting his head on Roman’s shoulder. “Yeah. Some people only want one or the other, or neither. I mean, most everyone wants someone to be with for their lives, but… More separated. It’s hard to explain. People can just do whatever they want with their own relationships.”

Roman hummed, sliding off his outer covering layer to hold Logan closer, fingers playing with his hair. “It’s complicated. We do have some help, though? Our tokens can act as a guide, giving a nudge if we’re blind to our feelings!"

“Hmm… That’s really-”

“VIRGIL? ROMAN? ARE YOU BACK YET?”

Wincing, Roman groaned and tucked Logan against him. "Son of a sea cow! GO AWAY!”

Janus appeared in the light, looking flustered. “Oh- Logan! You’re out of your cage!” He smiled shakily. “How did you sleep? Oh- Are you cold?” He started to shrug off his jacket.

Logan snickered softly. He patted Roman’s hair as he hissed at Janus and bared his fangs.

“I am,” Logan said, “I slept some… Roman is taking care of me, but, thank you?"

“Oh, I don’t mind!” Janus messily grabbed some gems out of one of the pockets and stuffed them in his pants’ pocket, then held out the jacket. The inside was covered in patches of various fabrics, some of those patches with patches of their own. “I was hoping you’d be more up to talk today? Are you busy?”

Deciding it to be rude to refuse the gift, Logan slid into the jacket carefully. It wasn’t very comfortable— Scratchy, the material stiff. "Well… Um, I don’t think I’m allowed to before presentation day? I don’t want trouble.”

“Janus.” An irritated voice echoed through the tunnel, and Virgil came into view. “Why are you back?”

“I’m trying to talk to Logan.” Frustration bit into his voice, Janus’ hands curling into fists. “Is that a problem?”

“Yes,” Virgil snapped. “He doesn’t want you. You can bid on him tomorrow like everyone else.”

“Thank you for your interest, Janus… But perhaps some other time?” Logan set his head on Roman’s shoulder, confused by the odd snake creature’s persistence.

One of Janus’ fangs poked into his lip. “Of course. I wouldn’t want to bother you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Virgil set the tray of food down and came over to Logan with a thick hoodie. They felt over Logan’s shoulders and frowned in confusion, then anger.

“Take that off,” they snapped.

Blushing, Logan quickly obeyed. “Sorry… It seemed rude to refuse?”

Virgil tossed the jacket on the floor, one of their talons catching and ripping another hole. “When Sylvia said you couldn’t be rude, that certainly does not apply to him. Don’t trust him. Don’t take anything he gives you.” Virgil wrapped the hoodie around Logan’s shoulders and patted him softly. “Let’s get back in your cage, okay?”

Janus picked up his jacket silently, and left.

“Oh… why?"

“He doesn’t deserve to be around humans. You don’t know how things work down here, so you wouldn’t understand, but trust us. He should not be around humans.” Virgil held out his food tray once Logan was in the cage.

Taking the tray, Logan leaned against the bars, wishing for Roman’s warmth again but sipping the soup happily. "Do you have any other advice?"

“You’ve been doing fine,” Virgil promised. “Just get some rest for your display day.”

"Are most humans bought after just one display day?” His forehead pinched at the thought of being uprooted again.

“No. There are usually four, and you’ll be waiting at least a month. How long exactly depends. Bids are open for at least a month, and depending on the popularity of the subject- You -the date might be extended to try and raise a higher price.”

“O-Oh… and I’ll be kept here, or a different place between displays?” I wish I had my notebooks, my things… I dropped all that outside the hole when I fell in.

“It depends on your behaviour. If you behave, you’ll be kept with us until you’re bought. If you break a rule, though, you’ll immediately be switched guards until you’re either bought or the superiors are convinced you won’t act out again.”

Shaking his head, Logan nibbled his bottom lip. “I meant is there a way to earn perhaps… Warmer space, things to distract myself with? I am used to activity, knowledge-seeking.”

Virgil frowned. “I’m sorry. No, that’ll have to wait. You can ask your owner when you’re bought.”

His shoulders slumped. “Oh… This will be a very long month then.” I’m to be bored and confused and scared, lovely.

Virgil headed back to Roman.

Blushing a little, Roman pulled out a small package and handed it to Virgil. “Oh, before I forget, I saw this new tea at the vendors! It’s supposed to be super calming and it smells really good!"

Virgil pressed the bag to their snout, sniffing it curiously. “Mm! Spicy! Thanks, Ro!” They jumped to their feet. “I’m gonna go make some, do you want any?”

Preening a little, Roman made a little chirp of happiness. "Sure!”

Logan arched an eyebrow. Is… Is Roman courting Virgil?!

Virgil squeezed his hand and rushed away. Logan arched an eyebrow. “So… You did say gifts were instrumental to the courtship process, did you not?”

Blushing bright red, Roman turned to Logan. “Yeah… Doesn’t have to be expensive, just thought out!”

Logan finished his soup and hugged his knees. “How many gifts have you given them? Do they understand what you’re doing?”

Roman hummed softly as he thought. “There was the material for a new hoodie, some repair on their clothes… The tea, a few meals. I don’t know if they do, but I hope so! They’re so sure that nobody would want them, silly Clawsian!"

“How long do you have until your, um, deadline?”

Looking down, Roman tugged at his cloak gently. "Six lunar cycles…"

Logan’s eyes blew wide. “What-? That’s- Tell them! You have to tell them!”

Roman blush deepened. "Well, I don’t want to make them become my mate out of a sense of duty, to somehow save me? They’re so honourable…. Kind.”

“That’s-”

“That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard.”

Two mugs clanked against the stone and Virgil charged forward. They felt up Roman’s arms, his shoulders, neck, finally cupping his face, then tilted his head to kiss him hard.

Melting into the strong hands, Roman moaned, kissing back with equal passion as he revelled in the caring touches. “Virgil~”

Logan laughed. “I would agree… They seem quite amenable!”

Virgil slid their talons into Roman’s hair. After a moment or two, he pulled away, voice ragged. “If you ever put yourself in danger for me, ever again, I will break up with you so fucking fast, Princey-”

Face bright red, Roman nodded quickly and chased the touch. “O- Okay! I promise to tell you if I’m ever in danger again!"

Virgil poked his nose. “Good.”

They grabbed their mugs of tea and settled against Roman’s side. Virgil’s smelled approximately ten times spicier than Roman’s.

Nuzzling lightly, Roman smiled. "Does that mean we’re together then, you accept me as your mate?!”

“Depends on how good this tea is.” Virgil took in a long sip, eyes fluttering shut. “Yes, I accept.”

Laughing, Roman snuggled in and sipped his own. Virgil finished the mug and rested their head on Roman’s shoulder, falling asleep for a nap while Roman took watch.

The sub of this duo, Virgil, does commissions! Earn yourself 300 words for each coffee and the knowledge that you’re helping me pay the bills and start my own business

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🐞Little Lady Paws🐾

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Ladybug gets into a "hairy" predicament when an akuma capture goes wrong.

A collaboration between @ao3bronte and @yamina20-blog 💕

“Remind me why you thought this was a good idea?”

Surrounded by animals, Chat Noir lands gingerly on the top of a light post and scowls spectacularly, having just peeled himself off the sod in the park across from Sacré-Coeur. This isn’t their first animal themed akuma and it certainly won’t be their last, judging by the increasing frequency of angry protesters flooding the streets of Paris; there’s always something to protest it seems, and Le Papillon was having an absolute field day targeting them all.

Today’s protest themed akuma of the hour? FrankenFur!

“Hey!” Chat rubs at the grass stain on his belly as a panicked giraffe goes running by and sticks his tongue out at the akumatised monster who’d just tossed him like a Frisbee halfway across Marcel-Bleustein-Blanchet Square, “This wasn’t my idea, this was your idea!”

Ladybug throws her hands into the air, “You led it over here!”

The monster, dressed in a pseudo animal activist uniform and spouting endangered animal facts to all who would listen, throws another magic smoke bomb at a group of unsuspecting visitors, “There are too many tourists at the front of the Basilica! There’s less chance for collateral here and besides, we weren’t getting anywhere anyway. We still don’t know what the object is!”

The smoke clears to reveal a family of farm animals lying on the ground and Ladybug swoops to get out of the way of the panicking herd, landing on a tree branch, “Could it be in the protest sign it’s holding?”

Chat flexes his hand and spins his baton in his other, steadying himself, “It’s worth a shot.”

Ladybug calls for her Lucky Charm and immediately notices the strings of fairy lights hanging atop the pergola the akumatised protester is standing upon as well as the sewer grate embedded in the concrete directly across from it. Dodging a flock of ducks, Ladybug catches a red and black polka dot crowbar and swings it between her fingers, “Chat, try and tangle it up in the string of lights over there.”

Chat follows her gaze and nods once, leaping from the lamp post to the tree tops. Meanwhile, Ladybug runs over to the sewer grate and lodges the business end of the crowbar beneath the steel lip, quickly prying it open.

“AhhhAAAAGHH!”

Ladybug peers into the puddle of rainwater in the divot by the grate and uses its reflection to watch as Chat expertly dislodges the fairy lights and drops them unceremoniously onto the akumatised monster. The creature screams as it tangles itself in the mass of wire and glass and tosses its limbs every which way like a deranged octopus, howling curses at the top of its lungs.

Amongst all of the chaos, Ladybug launches her yoyo and wraps it around the monster’s legs, unbalancing its already lopsided stance. Chat sees where she’s going with this and drop kicks the creature in the back just as Ladybug yanks the string, causing the akuma to topple forward towards the manhole, and with another well timed feat of synchronised backflip ingenuity, the dynamic Cat and Bug duo have the monster falling headfirst into the hole and Ladybug is certain she’s got the protest sign in her sights—

“LADYBUG!”

She looks up and feels time slow to a crawl, watching as the akumatised monster uses the very limited range of motion it has in its arm to launch one last grenade at her face. Ladybug can’t move, not really, not when one arm is reaching for the sign and the other is wrapped up with her yoyo and—

It feels a little like falling into a giant tub of Perrier, the tingling sensations on her skin almost overwhelming. There’s static in her ears and panic in her heart as she closes her eyes and holds her breath against the onslaught of colours and shapes swirling passed her eyelids, a cacophony of noise so loud she can hardly stand it. She reaches up to cover her ears but there’s no moving in this strange purgatory as the world falls out from under her, shoving her to the cobbles with a thud that jars her bones. She tries to cry out but there’s no sound save for the high pitched squeak coming out of her throat like a siren, and it occurs to her suddenly that something has gone very very wrong.

She opens her eyes.

The world is suddenly a lot larger than it was before.

HELP!

“CATACLYSME!”

Ladybug looks up just in time to see her gigantic, skyscraper of a partner disintegrate the sign with his fingers and backhand the monster into the manhole, reaching down with his monstrous hand to pick up her yoyo. Ladybug shrieks insistently as he slips his finger through the loop and tosses it at the fluttering black and purple butterfly, quickly capturing the cursed insect in his grasp. He calls the yoyo back and stares at it for several moments before bending down into a crouch, holding it out for her to see.

“Ladybug? What do I do now?”

Throw the crowbar up into the air and say Miraculous Ladybug!

Chat gulps, “I have no idea what you’re saying.”

Ladybug looks down at her tiny paws and does a double take, What AM I?

“Now that I could understand,” Chat says, reaching out with his other hand. She gives him what she hopes is a truly devastating stink eye and rears up onto her hind legs with a particularly petulant squeak, “You’re a hamster.”

A HAMSTER?! Ladybug’s jaw drops and her paws are on her face immediately, patting every part of her she can reach. She’s got whiskers! And huge front teeth! And fur! Fur everywhere! Why am I a HAMSTER?!

Chat has the gall to laugh, “Oh my god, you are so adorable.”

I AM NOT!

“Come on, get on my hand before someone steps on you.”

NO!

Chat places his open palm on the ground and beckons her forwards with his fingers, “There’s like, three elephants over there and the last thing we need is for you to get squashed.”

Indignant, Ladybug tries for several humiliating moments to cross her arms and finds herself entirely at a loss. She glares at his outstretched hand with contempt for almost as long before finally giving in and marching over, determined to stay on her hind legs like any self respecting human should. She gets a good look at her body then, the soft tuft of white fur covering her belly and her tiny hind paws. How the heck was she supposed to purify the city as a hamster?!

Momentarily distracted, Ladybug stumbles over one of Chat’s claws and falls onto all fours as the ground disappears beneath her, HEY!

Smiling indulgently at her little squeaks of horror, Chat brings her to eye level, “Thank you. Now, should I just throw this in the air and say Miraculous Ladybug?”

Ladybug nods in earnest, chirping as she mimes the movement with her paws. Chat tries his hardest to suppress his giggles and turns his attention back to the crowbar in his hands.

“Here goes nothing. Miraculous Ladybug!”

Ladybug tracks the crowbar with her eyes and watches as it falls back into his hand, still as spotted and corporeal as it was before. She tugs on his thumb and gestures for him to try again.

“Miraculous Ladybug!” he yells with gusto, tossing it yet again into the sky. When it falls back down in front of him, Ladybug realises with an awful sense of dread that she is very much screwed, “Ladybug? I think we have a problem.”

No kidding! She tugs on her whiskers and rubs her eyes, What are we going to do?

Chat sighs, “I guess we can’t purify the city like this. We’ll need to go see Master Fu.”

Ladybug nods vigorously and chatters as Chat clips her yoyo onto his belt and glances away as a flock of ostriches run across the square, “And quickly! This is otter pandamonium!”

Chat Noir’s laughter at his own puns turns to howls as Ladybug bites down on his index finger with all the prim resentfulness she can muster; she may have been turned into a hamster, but at least some things would never change.

To be continued...

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goldandlights · 4 years

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the white wolf’s pelt

rating: teen+ pairing: geraskier, brief mention of jaskier/some-other-guy tags: established open relationship (will I ever write anything else anymore? unlikely.), casual sex, body hair (lots of it), scent kink, sad!Geralt, tooth-rotting fluff and crack

In which Jaskier makes a terrible decision and his Witcher pays the price.

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Geralt is truly addicted -to Jaskier’s body hair, that is.

When they're in bed the Witcher will nose and scratch at the thick mat of hair on the bardlings front, greedily sucking in the musky rich smell of him like there is no finer scent in all the world. Hell, Jaskier is pretty sure the only reason Geralt hasn’t yet tried to physically roll in it is because such an action would surely crush some ribs and Jaskier needs those intact! Thank you very much!

It is kinda weird. Maybe a lot weird even. But then again, Jaskier is probably even weirder for getting off on it so much. There are few things which can make him as instantly, desperately hard as having his darling lover reduced to a growling mess, pawing at Jaskier’s body eagerly, almost reverently. It makes him feel loved and wanted, deeply flattered at the shameless display of desire from his taciturn companion.

Sadly he takes neither of these things into consideration, when, one rainy summer morning in a tiny village at the ass-end of the world, Jaskier decides to shave it all off .

Geralt is out on a contract, gone for four days and likely not to be back for another two or three. Jaskier would be out of his mind by now, close to death by acute boredom, if it wasn't for the handsome blacksmith with whom he enjoys himself at every possible opportunity (which are many… Jaskier can be quite persuasive).

This blacksmith though, himself a tall, broad, hairy fellow, quite clearly has more of a taste for boyish sort of men. And Jaskier might look the part while all donned up in his colourful, pretty minstrel clothes but not so much when those clothes come off . The smith is too sensible to say anything of course, yet Jaskier can feel the slight hesitation whenever wandering hands encounter a patch of his thick, dark body hair.

So, with literally nothing else to do but wait for the next round of fucking or Geralts return (whichever comes first), Jaskier borrows a nice, sharp knife and goes to work.

After three painful little cuts in his armpits and one by his hips, he wisely decides to leave his pubes untouched. Accidental self-castration would be quite exciting but he’s not that desperate yet.

Otherwise though, the bardling ends up nice and smooth, skin pink and flushed from the unfamiliar irritation. It’s actually quite pleasant to touch and he spends some time exploring the new sensation before presenting himself to his bedfellow. Predictably, the blacksmith goes absolutely crazy, taking Jaskier right where they stand in the middle of his workshop and then twice more on the way back to the bed.

Living in a secluded, mostly conservative little village like this must be an intensely frustrating experience. Jaskier can’t relate but for the time being, he's happy to help out.

Regret sets in 48 hours later, which is when the lovely feel of baby smooth skin has fully turned into the burn of itchy stubble. It becomes complete after yet another day when the clopping of hooves announces his White Wolf's victorious return.

Depending on how a hunt goes and how much distance there was to cover, Geralt will usually be either horny as hell (if it was too easy or just challenging enough to get him pumped but not to tire him out) or exhausted as hell (mostly when customers lie to drive down the price and two drowners turn out to be a whole pack of werewolves). This is one of the horny cases.

Apparently the Nekker nests were both well hidden and unexpectedly large; It took Geralt two whole days to find them, a day to form a plan of action and another four days to prepare, carry it out and return to the village trophies in hand. Not a hard contract but definitely a tedious one. Especially since it's been raining cats and dogs for weeks and every square centimetre of uncovered ground has turned into ankle-deep, stinking muck.

The Witcher standing before Jaskier looks more like a drowned rat than the strappingly handsome hunk that left here a week ago and the bard insists on a bath before any reunion ravaging is allowed to happen.

He feels a bit sorry now for having allowed the blacksmith such frequent use of his body; it will be a few days before his hole can take another pounding (even more so because Geralt’s huge girth is a challenge at the best of times). Luckily though, Jaskier knows about a hundred ways to satisfy the itch under his Witcher’s skin. He will endeavour to make full use of that knowledge tonight. For better or worse, the White Wolf, bless his affection-starved little heart, is not particularly picky about the loving he receives.

What Jaskier didn't prepare for is the look of damn near devastation on Geralt's face when he, scrubbed pink and clean, finally allowed to embrace his much-missed bard, greedily pushes his hands up under Jaskier’s loose white shirt and finds only prickly stubble instead of the usual magnificent pelt.

Oh, it should be funny. And Jaskier will laugh about it later, but at that moment, the utter betrayal on his partners face makes it seem like breaking all four of Roache’s legs would have been the lesser offence by far.

“Uhm, I can explain?” he tries tentatively, “You know, there was that smith that I told you about and he seemed to-”

“What you do with your body is none of my business.”

Hmhm. Yeah, that's what Geralt says and Jaskier appreciates the sentiment, really. But the strangely forlorn way his hands still roam the bard’s belly, dipping under the waistline of Jaskiers trousers and relaxing almost imperceptibly at the still intact thatch of hair they find there is... well, it's just sad and makes Jaskier feel quite terrible.

“If it’s any consolation, my hair always grows really fast?” he ventures, trying to console his distraught Witcher, “I shaved just a few days ago, see, it's already coming back quite vigorously…”

“Hm.” Geralt grunts. It’s not working.

“Oh come onnnn…” Jaskier whines, putting both his hands on his beloved's dour face and pushing at his cheeks obnoxiously in a vain effort to cheer him up. “It’s just some hair. Is it really so important?”

“Smells like you,” the squished Witcher replies with a grumble.

“Uh, yeah. And it's actually kinda rank sometimes. I don't get how it doesn't bother you with your enhanced senses.”

It’s true, Jaskier has been curious about that for a while now. Releasing his hold on the Witcher’s face, he moves to card his fingers through the invitingly soft strands of hair instead. Geralt shrugs lightly in response before turning his head to nose at Jaskiers wrist.

“It's you. So it's good,” he murmurs, muffled against the skin.

It is such a simple explanation but might just cut to the very core of the matter. Jaskier’s chest swells with warmth and adoration. He knows to listen for the words that Geralt does not say.

“Alright,” Jaskier peppers feather-light kisses from the Witchers' cheek down to his mouth. When their lips meet, it’s like rain after months of drought. A week apart was a week too long.

“Tell me how to make it up to you, darling,” another kiss, “Wanna suck my cock? You can fuck my thighs later.”

“Mmmh.”

They’re moving again. Stepping lightly over hastily dropped clothes to the bed allocated to them in one of the empty cottages.

Jaskier will never really get used to staying in the houses of the dead but in villages such as this, where there is no inn or tavern, it’s vastly preferable to whatever barn or stable they’d be offered instead.

“Was he good to you?”

“Hm? Who?”

Jaskier’s last piece of clothing falls to the floor. The bed is soft and Geralt less so, mouth sucking bruises into vulnerable skin.

“The blacksmith.”

“Oh.” Jaskier has already forgotten him, “Oh yes, he was very nice. It’s always amazing to meet someone even less talkative than you.”

The low growl rumbling through the Witchers broad chest makes Jaskier giggle and push closer. He wants to feel those vibrations in his own body, through every centimetre of his skin. Geralt's cock jumps where it’s pressed against his hip, already wet at the tip.

Yielding easily to the bard’s hand pushing on his shoulder, the Witcher soon starts moving downwards, nipping reproachfully at Jaskier’s plucked-chicken chest all the way. The human huffs out a laugh, painfully fond; may the Gods save him from the wrath of this grouchy creature.

Geralt visibly (to the trained eye at least) perks up when he reaches the v between the bardlings legs and settles in, immediately pressing his face into the nest of pubic hair. He hums happily and breathes in deep, nosing at the base of Jaskier’s swelling cock. Propped up on his elbows, Jaskier can see the Witcher’s hips twitching down into the sheets already. He’s sure to come like this at least once, mouth stuffed and all senses overloaded with Jaskier’s taste, his scent and the lovely sounds spilling from his bitten-red lips.

Fucking adorable is Jaskier's last haphazard thought before Geralt swallows him down to the root and stars burst behind his eyelids.

fin.

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#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #gerskier #the witcher #my writing #jaskier is 1 hairy bard #and geralt is very appreciative #i had a lot of fun writing this #it's very fluffy #with like #zero angst #amazing #hope you enjoy!

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goliath-de-senfina-sango · 4 years

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Jazz was struggling to process the weird things going on in her life. While she was far more interested in psychology than parapsychology, she /did/ offer a ghost a bit of therapy now and then and he seemed to be doing better for it. That was all the ghostly interaction she really needed. the giant hornet in school apparently disagrees with her on that. It truly amazed Jazz what the mind could conjure up during stressful events. For instance, it occurred to her right this very second how odd it had been to cool even slightly down from the argument days before over ghosts with her parents only for the ghost of the infamous Sydney Poindexter to show up in the library seeking comfort and a safe person to vent to. The topic of Sydney’s guilt had been hard to stay objective about, but between his clear and honest regret, his admitted decades of hell in a replica of Casper in the Infinite Realms (and wow, she shouldn’t be surprised that ghosts had a name for the world they manifest in but there she was) and the fact that Danny had befriended him led her to feel Sydney was, while not at all justified in what he’d done, not as bad a person as he’d been making himself out to be. When she asked questions he responded much more clearly than when he spoke unprompted, she’d noted, and so she’d asked right away if there was even one person he could remember who didn’t hurt him. The green and sepia bleeding into his form nearly vanished as his older brother, his little sister, and the school nurse came to mind. His brother hardly cared about the things that he was being bullied over, doing his best to keep Sydney looking toward the future and making amazing things to lift his spirits. Apparently, he was a genius like Tucker and Danny, a compliment that made Jazz smile at the time. His little sister didn’t know enough to really understand it all but she was unerringly sweet and a source of sunshine that he never ever mentioned at school. The nurse, however, had been the brightest of those three lights in the dark for him, as the nurse wasn’t family and had no pre-established reason to be nice to and patch up the gross, nerdy queer kid that everyone else had shown nothing but contempt for. She did it anyway though, and he’d aspired to be a nurse like her one day. This aspiration led to more bullying, of course, but Jazz suggested he try learning how to heal people up the same way that nurse had him, and a look of realization and hope crossed his face before he hugged her, waved, and flew off. That had been a very good ghostly encounter. The giant hornet casting a sinister green glow over the hallways as a long, slimy black tongue curled around her entire skull and sharp mandibles the size of said skull extended to their most open was distinctly not. Jazz would never look at bugs the same way again. Before she could even manage to get a scream out of her though, the whining charge of one of her parents’ weapons filled her ears and the hornet jerked back with a sound that could’ve been pain, could’ve been fury, and mixed the kind of clicking hissing one expects from a bug with a very human voice. There was a burn mark on its center dripping ectoplasm that smelled awful , and it turned big black eyes to the same ghost boy she’d seen before. But now Jazz knew he was dangerous because that was a Fenton Plasma Rifle in his hands and his eyes were torches, hair flicking between cloudy wisps and crackling flames. “ Did someone call for an exterminator? “ “Oh, you think you’re funny!” The fucking hornet said, starling Jazz into motion - backing away slowly so as to not draw its attention. It flew like a blur at the boy, stinger cutting a gash in his suit and up his arm that leaked a thick green fluid and the rest of it’s lower half crashed into him with enough force to slam the boy into a few lockers with a bang. “Swat this , big boy.” “ Buzz off ,” the boy growled and the lights flared up brighter around them. He swung the rifle at the bug and the green ectoplasm shone a blinding white as it fired, burning a hole straight through the hornet and drilling it through the wall between the school and its yard. The boy flew after it and Jazz took a deep breath. There were ghosts fighting in her school, one with her parents’ weaponry. That one had saved her though and Jazz also had Fenton weaponry on her. She rushed outside to help, determined to keep her savior from being skewered by a hornet. Jazz poked her head out from the hole that the boy had made and froze. He was smacked out of the air by one of the long hairy legs of the hornet and into a tree and his head cracked loudly against bark. As he slid down his body was enveloped in light that retreated inward to his center and left behind Black hair, tan skin, a nyan cat hoodie- “Danny?” Her whisper went unnoticed in the face of a green ray piercing the hornet’s left wing. Bleeding ectoplasm in three places, it curled in on itself into a mass of green goop that dove into the ground and everything was still. Danny looked around with bright green eyes as he clutched his head, before growling and punching the tree. He stood up slowly, closed his eyes and grew difficult to look at, to even see as the light within a foot of him grew intense like a halo. He let out a breath and slumped against Tucker when the other boy made it to him, checking him over. Jazz stepped back away from the hole and took deep, shaky breaths. My brother is a ghost. That thought played over and over in her head even as a teacher gently guided her to her feet (when had she sat down among the debris?) and to the nurse’s office. It was only when Danny appeared in the nurse’s office, wrapping her up tight in a hug and rambling a mile a minute to ask if she was ok in every way he possibly could that her brain shifted focus even slightly. “Well, I didn’t get stung. Just licked by a dad sized hornet and saved by a ghostly teenager.” She hugged Danny back just as tightly, and tears began to flow as his argument to their parents before he blacked out in the hospital bed came back to mind. If the portal accident had killed me, would you have comforted your child or attacked the ghost in your lab? Danny’s arms went slack for a moment but Jazz clung tight to him. “I just. I just need a moment. Please?” Instead of pulling away and cracking jokes about gross sibling feelings her blessed baby brother hugged her back again and nodded into her neck. “Of course, Jazz.” “I swear to every star that listens,” Danny said behind his bedroom door where Jazz really shouldn’t be listening in. “Next I see of that smart-mouthed, rancid piece of protoplasmic filth I’m going to turn him into a smear and burn him.” That certainly sounded more like Dad than Danny. “At least save me a little bit to beat up,” Sam’s voice called through the speakers of his newly upgraded laptop. “I just commissioned your Mom for a ghost fighting melee weapon and Sydney’s healing me up pretty fast.” So Sydney knew about all of this. “There’ll be some of Spectra left to beat up with that once the Peeler has finished its work.” What?! “Probably. Maybe. It’s made to weaken the target not kill them.” The scoff she heard was definitely Tucker and definitely in the room. “Yeah, you’ll leave a scrap of shadow that none of us can distinguish from our own shadows, that’s something Sam can beat up.” Shadows? “I think the ectoplasm is enhancing your emotional response.” “You’re right Tuck, if someone threatened Jazz’s life normally I wouldn’t try to shoot them into a pile of goo. I’d only beat them up with the gun.” Jazz would normally admonish such a violent reaction, and aloud she might if she was in there and not eavesdropping. But truly, if someone hurt Danny they’d find out what a 1st degree blackbelt can do to them. “I think Sam will be good to go either tomorrow or the day after.” Sydney’s voice crackled over the speakers like static. “I think your healing powers mesh better with living beings than mine can since you’re halfa human.” Danny sighed and Jazz moved back into her room, sitting down to process. She pulled out her notebook and set it on her desk, mechanical pencil already in hand. “Organize all my thoughts and maybe it’ll make sense. What information do I have?” Danny was in an accident involving the ghost portal and it changed him. Danny was vehemently against their parents’ anti ghost genocide plan The ghost boy she’d seen at school the other day was clearly the one that had attacked the hornet thing when it attacked her Danny had all the access to the Fenton Armory as she did with their porta pockets, which was effectively full access. Danny was too smart to give any unknown entity their only model of plasma rifle Danny had directed Sydney Poindexter of all people to her Sydney knew Danny on a personal level that he wasn’t willing to fully disclose to her. Sydney had called Danny half-human and Danny hadn’t corrected him, nor had Tucker nor Sam. Jazz saw the mystery ghost boy transform in a flash of light into her brother, who proceeded to hug her and act much the same he had since the portal accident. Her conclusion? Danny had died in the portal when it turned on, and now he was a ghost, fighting off ghost robots and giant bugs with their parents’ weaponry. Sam and Tucker knew about it, and he had befriended at least one ghost. This was, of course, the most ridiculous thought to cross Jasmine Dana Fenton’s mind in her entire life. But then, her parents had opened a portal to the afterlife and she’d just been attacked by a giant glowing green hornet. “Ok, Danny is a ghost. He didn’t tell me that, but for obvious reasons,” she muttered to herself. “That must be what he was going to tell Mom and Dad before and now he doesn’t have the courage to try again. Oh god Danny died. ” Jazz picked up Bearbert Einstein and hugged him close, deciding right then that she was going to hug Danny a lot more from now on. Just to make sure he was still there. That was a silly thought, but she needed to be sure.

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rainandhotchocolate · 5 years

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Tension - Part 2

A/N Here is fun ol’ part 2! It’s a bit of a filler/ character building chapter, but I hope you still enjoy :)

Part 2

Rain pounded on the windows of the library, a chill starting to creep into the castle as winter began. Y/N had always liked the rain, it meant that she could convince the house-elves in the kitchen to make her hot chocolates and cosy herself into the Slytherin Common Room with a blanket for the whole evening.

Thunder rumbled loudly, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile, thinking about finishing Slughorn’s essay on sleeping potions curled by one of their charmed windows. Remus knocked her shoulder, glaring at her.

“Can you please pay attention to me for one second?”

“Jeez, is someone on the edge of their cycle,” Y/N rolled her eyes exaggeratedly but Remus looked like he was about to growl at her.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, yes, sorry, I don’t know.”

“You should know, McGonagall said she was going to quiz us next week and I’d rather not get destroyed by the Gryffindors again, who, by the way, I literally never see in here, do they even study?”

“Ok, ok, calm down, I promise I will study before class ok?” Y/N reassured him, “And anyway, you’re ten times smarter than those twats.”

“I just wish they didn’t think they were gods gift to mankind, and with that little one following him around all the time boosting their egos…”

“Yeah I kinda feel sorry for him,” Y/N grabbed another book from the pile, “How bout I quiz you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah ok. Hit me.”

They studied for the rest of the afternoon, only heading to grab the end of dinner once Remus was satisfied. Y/N watched as Remus picked at the chunk of mashed potato he had on his plate, whilst she ate some chicken and broccoli, holding off a little for treacle tart later.

“You feeling ok?”

“Fine.”

“Oh yes, you look super fine Moon-boy.”

“Would you shut up with that,” Remus always was angrier around the full moon, but there was a little part of Y/N that enjoyed teasing him just a little. She wondered if one day she might get a smile out of him during the full moon, but so far she hadn’t quite broken through.

“Alright, well go lie down, I’ll meet you later, ok?” Remus nodded, standing up slowly, keeping his eyes down and walking out of the Great Hall.

“He’s sick again?” Y/N turned to see a Severus watching him closely as he left the hall, eyes narrowed.

“Yep.”

She ignored his consistent stares and continued her dinner. Severus was always suspicious when Remus didn’t turn up at their dorm every month, and Y/N was sure he would figure it out before long. She doubted that their elaborate lies regarding different wizard-borne illnesses would stop him from researching further, though it was fun confusing him with the occasional charm to put Dragon pox scars on Remus’ face.

“Shove off, Snape,” Regulus pushed him sideways on the Slytherin benches and sat next to Y/N, “Getting a good feed there?”

“I’m a growing girl, Reggie.”

“You did always love those family dinners,” He winked and stole a potato of her plate.

“Oh yes, my favourite,” Y/N avoided rolling her eyes, knowing that Regulus was still in the Black’s good graces, even if he joked around about their similar family traditions. She quickly finished off her dinner and grabbed her bag, “See you around, Black.”

“Adios, Malfoy.”

He winked at her and she rolled her eyes, following Remus’s route out of the hall and towards the dungeons. It was nearly 7 pm and getting steadily darker outside, meaning that Remus would have already been escorted to the Shrieking Shack, or as he called it, his fun personal torture chamber.

Y/N went up to the dorm and slipped into bed, waiting for the rest of the girls to come in and fall asleep before she got up/ Y/N glanced around the room to ensure the rest of the dorm was snoring loudly. She had a bag stashed underneath her bed with supplies for the evening, sneaking them out of the dorm and into the Slytherin Common Room.

She paused, waiting on the edge of the staircase, scanning the room carefully until she was sure it was clear to sneak out of the front door and out of the dungeons. She followed her way along the edge of the staircases until she reached the first-floor corridor, keeping her hands along the wall to avoid having to light up her wand and wake the portraits.

Finally, she reached the portrait of Gregory the Smarmy. She pushed it aside and stepped through to a small hole to crawl through, leading to a small set of steps leading downwards.

They led to the side of the castle and into the gardens where she could easily sneak toward the Whomping Willow. Y/N could already hear the screams coming from inside, taking a deep breath before she stretched her back and turned into her Animagus form. It was still painful getting used to it, and she winced as she got down on all fours and stretched out her back before following the passage down and into the shack.

She waited in the entrance for a moment, keeping her breathing short and quiet to try to hide from Remus. Remus and Y/N had a deal when it came to her aiding his transformations. She had to wait a few hours until he had already transformed and eaten, basically until he was calm enough to not hurt her.

Whilst Y/N had protested, telling him that he should have someone with him when he changed, but with there only being one of her there was no one to tag team if things got hairy.

Once Y/N could only hear Remus huffing, and the sound of him walking over the wooden floorboards, or potentially broken furniture, she crept out towards the shack, her feet padding softly on the ground, not making a sound.

She made a soft growl, warning him of her presence in advance before letting herself be seen by the huge wolf panting in the corner. It had taken over a year, and a butt-load of research, before Remus’ wolf form had allowed for Y/N to enter without a small fight.

They had found that since Remus was technically the larger and physically stronger of the two, it would require Y/N to ‘submit’ to him, which made Y/N extremely irritated at first. But now, as long as Y/N didn’t try to pull rank, they were able to be together inside the shack and keep each other company, letting Remus exert energy by play-fighting instead of hurting himself.

Remus wore out around 3 or 4am, curling up in the corner and falling asleep, growling softly every few minutes. Y/N found a spot in the other corner to ensure he didn’t accidentally scratch her in the middle of the night and fell asleep quickly, very worn out from the evening’s activities.

Hours later, light began to stream through the dirty windows and Y/N woke up quickly, looking over to make sure Remus had changed back and grabbed one of the blankets she’d left by his side.

He gave her a weak smile as Y/N turned back, pulling on a coat and pair of pants behind a chest of drawers before going out to join him.

“Ready to go?” Y/N held out a hand, and Remus stood up precariously, leaning on her side, shivering in his blanket. There was blood dripping out from underneath it and she silently cursed, hoping that he hadn’t cut himself too deep.

She helped pull him out of the passageway from the shrieking shack and tapped the root of the Whomping Willow to stop thrashing around in front of them.

“So that’s how you do it” A voice gasped loudly, coming from just beyond the tree’s roots. Y/N looked around wildly, attempting to pull her wand from her rucksack and face whoever was watching them.

“Sirius, and posse. Of course,” Y/N huffed, lowering her wand as Remus leaned harder on her shoulder, the cut clearly deeper than Y/N had anticipated, “Look can we have whatever this is later? I need to get Remus to Hospital Wing ASAP.”

“Need a fun break from the full moon huh” James cocked an eyebrow, wand still raised at the two of them. Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, reaching back towards her wand.

“What is this an ambush?”

“We were just curious what mister Lupin does every month, on the full moon,” Sirius smiled uncomfortably, watching the two of them closely.

“Well it sounds like you’ve figured it out, aren’t you the smartest bean in Hogwarts. Can we not let Remus die here please?”

“He’s not going to-,“ James started, but as if on queue Remus passed out, falling fast onto the grass.

“Shit- could you guys please put away your wands and help?” Y/N glared at them and they paused, looking much less macho than they did a minute earlier.

“Yes, of course” James finally broke, elbowing Sirius. They both went down to help Y/N pick Remus up. They didn’t say another thing until they heaved him up into the castle and to the Hospital Wing to a waiting, and very confused, Madame Pomfrey.

“What on earth are all of you doing here?” Madame Pomfrey pushed them all away from Remus has they set him down on a bed, “Do you know how dangerous the grounds can be at night?”

“Yeah, in the full moon,” Sirius muttered, and Y/N kicked him in the shin.

“Ok, I need you all to leave and let this boy rest, you can visit him this afternoon,” Madame Pomfrey shuffled them out of the hospital wing quickly. The boys turned to face Y/N almost immediately, making Y/N say in exasperation for whatever they were about to say.

“What are you thinking?”

“He’s dangerous!”

“Why do either of you care?” Y/N was taken aback, expecting much more hate and less concern, “This is really not your problem.”

“He could hurt someone!” James looked bewildered.

“Why do you think he leaves the castle every month!” Y/N stepped forward, eyes flashing at the two boys, “You have no right to come harassing him like this, do you even know what he goes through? Did you ever stop to think how painful it would be to have your entire body contort into something twice your size? Stop digging your nose into things that don’t concern you.”

“We were just trying to -.”

“What? Help? Save Hogwarts from an unknown beast? You know I bet if Remus was in any other house you would have bothered to research more into his condition before you jumped to conclusions.” Y/N hissed at them, turning on her heel and storming away from the two of them, leaving them flabbergasted.

“Who knew a Malfoy could care about something other than themselves,” Sirius raised an eyebrow, watching after her curiously.

“Well not all purebloods are alike are they mate,” James elbowed Sirius grinning, “Come on stop staring at her, let's go see what Peter’s up to. Maybe he’ll help me practice catching the snitch.”

“Drool over you more like it,” Sirius cackled, following James towards the Gryffindor Common Room, but he was still thinking about the fiery look Y/N had given him moments before.

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theatresweetheart · 5 years

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High Strung Hearts

Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, G/t

Summary: Patton can’t help a sad Logan, so he recruits Virgil instead.

Warnings: Fear, self deprecation, feelings of insignificance, feelings of uselessness.

Pairings: Platonic Analogical, Platonic LAMP

Word Count: 4879 words.

A/n: So, this was a fun write! It was also kind of cathartic as well, so, yeah. Here! Enjoy!

Taglist: @isle-of-gold

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“Do you really have something negative to say about every Disney movie?” The annoyed tone was playful, but it did hold a small ounce of truth in it, even as the brown eyes moved and focused downwards on the smaller form sitting on the back of the couch. “You’ve hardly seen a handful of them and you manage to always find something in them worth mentioning.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, pulling his legs up and crossing them comfortably, before leaning back on his hands. “Well yeah,” he motioned to the screen as Beauty and the Beast rolled in front of them. “Belle fell in love with her captor. That’s Stockholm syndrome. That’s not romantic.”

“But that’s not the point of the story, you Emo Nightmare,” Roman sounded exasperated. Their debate had been going on for quite awhile now. They were almost completely through the entirety of the movie itself. “The point of the story is that she falls for his personality, not his looks.”

“After being captured? Come on,” the borrower snarked back. There was very little fear when he was interacting with Roman, though, there were moments where his instincts would kick in. “He locked her in a cell, for one. And he wasn’t exactly kind any time after that.”

It was almost astonishingly easy to compare Belle’s situation to one that he had been in weeks prior. Being captured and certainly been talked down to, ignored and pushed around. Sure, the outcomes of both of their stories were completely different, as Virgil was fairly sure there was no Stockholm syndrome involved in his life, but he guessed he had somehow befriended the human that had caught him in the first place.

Though, that still didn’t really prove anything.

The sound of Mrs. Potts’ voice singing as Belle and the Beast danced across the screen, in colours of yellow and blue and white, drew his attention back to the screen.

Yes, Virgil always had something negative to say, but he did enjoy watching the movies anyways. They were entertaining and, as he had been told, they were classics. The Black Cauldron was admittedly his favourite, but they didn’t watch it too often as it wasn’t exactly a light and fluffy tale.

The couch shifted and his attention shifted back to the human as said male adjusted himself to sit a bit more comfortably. “Do you … actually like watching these movies?”

The question was actually sort of surprising. “Uh, yeah?” It almost came out more of a question. “They’re good movies. Just, the plot-holes and problems can be … kind of distracting.”

With the short silence that followed, his anxiety skyrocketed.

His throat tightened. Had he said something wrong? Had he screwed this up? Great. Just great. Out of the few people that he did know well enough, he had already managed to screw up this chance. The last thing he had ever expected was to befriend a human being, even with his fear and the accelerated heart rate almost every time he came out, but—

“I can understand that,” Roman’s voice broke his negative train of thought, and he startled, eyes shooting up to look at him. Said human’s eyes were already turning to look at him. “I mean, if you say the plot aloud, it doesn’t exactly sound great. A fair maiden being captured by a hairy beast, who is certainly less than kind to her, and then she falls for him? I can see your reasoning.” He offered Virgil a small grin, noticing how nervous he was, and Roman could only guess that his mind had been less than helpful. “You don’t have to worry. As much as I adore the works of Disney, there are problems.”

Without realizing that his hands had been shaking, he moved from leaning back on them and he tucked them into his pockets. “I, uh, yeah,” he laughed nervously for a moment, feeling the want to hide away in his hoodie. “Yeah.”

Before the conversation could be prolonged, or even start up again, the sound of footsteps entering the living room caught them both by surprise.

“Virgil?” Patton’s voice sounded worried and that was somewhat alarming. What could possibly make him feel so upset? “I know you and Roman are watching a movie, but I— are you busy?”

Virgil looked up to Roman, who in turn just nodded his head towards Patton, a gentle, understanding look. “Don’t worry, Thumbelina, we can finish the movie later.”

The borrower was thankful for that, at least. So, with that decided, he then turned his entire body and let his legs dangle over the back of the couch.

“Sure, Pat, what’s going on?”

The way Patton was fidgeting with his hands, spoke to a nervous human. There was something that had really upset him, and he couldn’t even think of what it could possibly be. What had gone wrong?

“It’s Logan,” he broke the silence and suddenly Virgil felt the blood leave his face.

Those were the only two words needed to make Virgil’s anxiety intensify.

What had happened to him? Was he sick? Hurt? Dying?

Oh God, he knew he shouldn’t have taken the day to watch a couple movies with Roman. He knew he should have made sure Logan was doing okay.

When he had knocked on his friend’s door, there had been no answer and Virgil had just assumed he was either out or still sleeping. He should have known better than to just believe that the silence he had gotten meant that he was fine.

He should have known better.

The look of terror and regret must have been obvious, because he watched as Patton scrambled to find something else to say. “He’s fine, I promise! But, um, I don’t think he’s feeling okay. He won’t talk to me about it and I’ve been trying to. I think it’s just making him more distant. Maybe … maybe if you tried talking to him?��

Virgil wasn’t exactly the best when it came to dealing with others emotions. He could hardly deal with his own, as he kept it inside of himself until it all came out in one big breakdown. Helping Logan, who even refused to acknowledge his feelings, would be difficult.

He then nodded his head. “Okay,” he spoke up, pulling his hands from his pockets and pushing himself into a stand. “I’ll see what I can do. Where is he?”

Patton seemed to light up a little bit at the fact that Virgil was willing to help. Not that he really doubted him. “He’s been reading on my laptop in my room almost all day,” he stepped over to the back of the couch and offered his hands out.

Virgil was positive he would never be able to really be used to Roman or Patton offering to carry him. It was odd and the phobia of human hands wasn’t an easy one to shake. Not that he thought the humans meant him any harm, but there was always that constant, lingering ‘what if something goes wrong’ or ‘what if they change their mind and they decide to use this trust against you.’

Usually, he would be more than content to turn down the offer and make his way on his own, but if Logan wasn’t feeling right, well, he didn’t really have the time to waste.

So, he tried to relax his pounding heart and pushed off the edge of the couch and landed on the offered palms. He crouched down on his knees and leaned down to keep his balance.

However, that balance only lasted a moment before he toppled over by the quick movements from the human. There was a quiet apology murmured down to him, but there was much more urgency in his actions.

Pushing up onto his hands, he crossed his legs. There were so many things that he was worried could be going wrong. Was Logan upset and just not sure how to express it? Virgil would have been almost positive that Patton would get more of a reaction from him. Though, trying to connect to someone who always wore his emotions on his sleeves, to someone that pretends he doesn’t have them, would make it difficult for the two of them to relate.

Virgil was kind of in between when it came to the both of those things. He could wear his emotions out completely in the open, or he could tuck them away and keep them hidden from the light of day. He was probably the better option, honestly.

He also knew Logan a lot better than Patton did, so that would probably help as well.

When the door to the bedroom creaked open, there was no visual response from Logan, save the fact that his shoulders might have tensed, only to release again when hearing no further noise.

The fact that speaking also wasn’t really an option either was something that said silence may be the better option until Patton left the room. If he had been trying and failing to get something from the stubborn male, then perhaps Virgil, when he was alone with him, would be able to get something different.

The human crossed the distance between the door and the bed, to where the laptop was set up on the waves of covers.

The hands were lowered and Virgil brought himself into a stand, before hopping off and tucking his hands into his pockets, shrugging a bit farther into his jacket before turning his attention upwards. The way Logan was on the laptop itself, well, it was certainly a much sturdier surface than the bed itself was.

“Thanks for the ride, Pat,” he called up, offering a small grin, before getting one in return. Though, after that, no other words were shared before Patton left the room and shut the door behind him.

Virgil then turned his attention to his accomplice, who was obviously pretending not to notice that he was currently there as well. His eyes were glued to the screen, but he could tell that Logan’s heart wasn’t in whatever he was currently reading. His mind was elsewhere.

Standing in silence, however, wasn’t going to get either of them anywhere, and Virgil knew what he needed to do, but doing that was going to be the problem.

So, he managed to wobble over to the edge of the laptop, sitting on the opposite side of the touch-pad from where Logan was and crossed his legs. His eyes moved to the screen as the page scrolled for a moment, before stopping once more.

From what Virgil could tell, the essay Logan was currently reading was something that had to do with physics. He wasn’t sure why, or what was so interesting about it, but then again, that wasn’t his thing. With how much of a nerd Logan could be, this made sense.

“So,” Virgil finally broke his vow of silence and he watched as Logan tensed.

“If Patton set you up to try and get something from me, you are going to be sorely disappointed.”

The remark was a bit cold, but it was his self-defense mechanism. Virgil knew that when Logan got hurt or stressed or worried, he got indifferent, short and pushed people away. It was what Virgil had done countless times, as well.

It was to keep himself from getting hurt further.

He adjusted his position. “He said you weren’t feeling quite like yourself.”

“I feel fine.”

Okay, so that’s how this was going to be. He should have expected it, honestly. He disliked it when someone else came asking about he felt, so he really should have known that Logan would be the exact same way, if not worse.

“I never said you weren’t,” Virgil countered back, watching as Logan refused to even look in his direction, “but I’m here because Patton got worried about you. He got even more so when you wouldn’t talk to him.”

The other borrower rolled his eyes and finally turned just enough to see him out of the corner of his eye. “You’re free to go back to watching movies with Roman, I can assure you that everything is fine.”

Virgil took a moment to realize that he probably wasn’t going about this the right way. There had to be a different way to address feelings without outright saying ‘I want to talk to you about the feelings you say you don’t have.’

But what was the right thing to say?

Did he try and relate to him on a more personal level? Or would that just make Logan colder? Patton had said that he tried to be understanding and was instead pushed away, but maybe that was because he was a human.

“Logan, I get it,” he started off, trying to grab his attention. “I get that maybe you’re feeling overwhelmed or upset. I’m … not sure about what, but I’ve felt that way lots of times.” He leaned forwards, trying to gauge the reaction he was getting from him. He was greeted with an emotionless expression, which he wasn’t surprised. “I’ve felt hurt before, too. The want to push others away and keep this— unhappiness from being overwhelming on someone else.”

“Virgil, I have already told you. I feel fine.”

Well, it was a bit of progress.

“Look, I’m no good at this- this sappy stuff, but I’m trying to help you. I know for a fact that keeping things inside is only going to do more harm than good. You should know that too.”

Logan sighed, put his posture was tense. Either Virgil was about to engage in an argument, or Logan was preparing to leave this whole thing behind and avoid it by literally leaving. “I don’t want to talk about this—”

“I know you don’t,” he cut the other off, moving just close enough to be an inch or two away from the touch-pad, the thing itself still separating him and his roommate. “I never want to be faced with my problems either. Especially not by someone else. Yet, here we are.”

He watched as Logan stood up, and Virgil was quick to follow.

“No,” he warned. This time his voice was stern. “You don’t get to pretend that this didn’t happen. You don’t get to pretend that you don’t feel. We all feel, so stop ignoring it for once.”

“And who are you to bring this up?” There was the snap back, it was sharp and defensive.

Virgil held his ground, even as sharp brown eyes turned back around on him, finally meeting his gaze for once. He was unmoved. “Because I’ve been in the same position you’re in right now.” That probably didn’t convince him, but it was honest. “It sucks, Logan. It does.”

He could tell that he was going to get a fight. There was that look building behind the other man’s eyes and he could see a defense coming from a mile away.

Yet, the silence was held between them.

It was sharp and angry, biting and cold, but there was also another undertone to it. Something that was almost resigned. Not for the fact that they were about to give up the battle between them, but it seemed as if something had snapped into place behind those black-rimmed glasses.

“You’re not going to give up on this are you?”

“Nope,” Virgil replied, shuffling on his feet, before offering a small grin. “You can walk away and try and leave the conversation, but we live together. You’re not getting away from this. Not this time.”

Logan just looked weary. Tired. “What if I told you that I really do feel fine?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.”

He opened his mouth to say something more, and instead, he stopped himself. He dropped his eyes and Virgil stepped around the touch-pad to get a bit closer to him.

“I’m not going to judge you, you know,” the shorter male said quietly, watching as Logan ducked under his hand and went to sit on the very edge of the laptop instead, facing the head of the bed. He let out a small breath and went to sit beside him. “We’re in this together.”

Logan hesitated. “I know.”

The quiet held for a moment. “If you don’t want to tell me, I won’t be offended, Hell, I know that it sometimes feels better to keep it inside. But, I’m here to listen if you do want to.”

“It is not that I don’t trust you, Virgil, I know I can.” That made the young man feel a burst of warmth in his chest, but only for a moment and he watched as Logan almost deflated. “I just—” There was that frustrated look again, looking like he wanted to pull back and ignore the problem. But there was also a resilience that said he wasn’t going to allow himself to do so. “I’m not the one that’s supposed to feel. I feel as though I may be broken.”

The admittance made Virgil freeze. A feeling of guilt filled his chest. Was it because Logan was around someone like him all the time, that his tendencies were starting to rub off? No. It couldn’t be like that. Could it?

“Am— am I broken?”

Then, those sad brown eyes were focused on him and he didn’t know what to do with the sudden attention. He swallowed thickly before shaking his head.

“No,” he finally said, clasping his hands in his lap and avoiding his attention completely from Logan’s. “No, you’re not broken. These emotions …” He paused, trying to find the right words. Virgil wasn’t like Patton. He couldn’t just explain or try to explain why he was feeling this way. “They’re–”

“I just … I don’t understand them.” There was more emotion building in Logan’s voice, and it sounded like he was almost starting to get choked up by the fact that he didn’t understand. “I have nothing to be upset about and the fact that I feel this way is ridiculous and unreasonable.”

“You feel sad for no reason?”

“I suppose that is one way of putting it,” he agreed, moving his gaze to land on the pillow so far away from them, yet so close. “A little less gently than I would believe, but yes.”

“That’s not unreasonable,” Virgil told him with a shrug. “It’s normal. You’re not broken because you don’t understand how you feel.” He rubbed a hand up his arm, and he sighed. “A lot of times, I don’t know why I feel bad, I just feel bad and that’s not wrong. You know?”

The quiet held. Then, there was a small intake of breath and when Virgil looked to his right, he noticed that Logan had hid his face in the crooks of his arms, his shoulders trembling.

Now he was in a dilemma. Was he supposed to reach over and comfort him?

For one, Virgil was kind of in shock. He had never seen Logan so emotionally vulnerable and it was disheartening. Another part of him knew that this was good for him, getting these emotions out. Crying usually helped someone feel better, but he didn’t know whether physical touch would be the best way to comfort him like this. He knew that Logan wasn’t a very physically affectionate person either. Not exactly affectionate, period.

So, he went with his gut and moved a bit closer to him, before placing an arm around his shoulder. He rested his head on Logan’s shoulder before just sitting in silence.

It was heartbreaking, in all honesty. He sounded so broken. There was just so much hurt that seemed to be locked away, and it had only been a matter of time before this would have happened. Though, Virgil assumed that having Logan upset now was better than if he were by himself. He also knew that seeing him like this would be something kept completely confidential.

“What am I even doing?” Logan mumbled, his voice was muffled. “This is pathetic. I shouldn’t be feeling like this— this isn’t. I don’t …”

“Hey,” Virgil kept his arm where it was, making sure to offer as much comfort as he could. “Don’t blame yourself for feeling like this. It’s not … This is okay. You’re allowed to feel overwhelmed.”

“But if I can’t keep— I’m …”

“You’re alright,” he assured the logical male. “You’re okay. I know, emotions aren’t your thing, you’ve told me many a’time. Emotions aren’t really my thing either, but from what I do know, it’s okay to feel a bit down. It doesn’t really take away from who you are as a person. I’m not going to feel any different about you and I can promise you that Patton and Roman won’t either.”

Virgil, for a hair-raising second, wasn’t sure if he had said the right thing or not. He had actually thought he had messed it up pretty badly but then he felt Logan’s hands in tighten in the back of his jacket. If anything, it seemed that his shivering had gotten a bit harder.

Still, he wasn’t really sure what he could do to calm Logan down. Whenever he went through his panic attacks, it was always the other way around. So to be in reversed positions, well, it was strange.

In the opposite situation, Logan would always recite something to him. Whether it was poetry, or a part from a book he had memorized, or how he had even assured him that he was going through would pass in time and that it was not a permanent state of mind.

The man himself was always so grounded in reality, not letting anything sway him when he knew how to debunk it. However, as Virgil held that same man in his arms, watching as he sobbed into his shoulder, well, it gave him a different perspective on this whole situation. It also allowed him to realize that Logan—even though he always denied having feelings in the first place—would eventually be prone to a breakdown and would need a comforting touch, just like any other person. That he would need someone to be understanding and patient and ride this out with him.

“You know, you always talk of astronomy,” Virgil told him, a hesitant moment before he allowed himself to run his fingers soothingly through Logan’s brown hair. “Talking about constellations and the incredible vastness of the universe.”

Usually talking about such things would make Virgil more anxious. Just the thought that space was so big was terrifying and compared to their size anyhow, it made him feel insignificant. However, he had to push his own feelings to the side for a little bit and he needed to talk about what interested Logan. Would could possibly calm him down in the long run.

“Though, for someone that constantly likes to talk about the stars and the night sky, you don’t really spend a lot of time watching the stars themselves. It’s almost as if you’d rather read about them.”

He was answered with a quivering silence and it sent a sharp pang through him. It was hard seeing Logan like this, so he decided to do something more than just talk at him. He needed Logan to talk to him.

Virgil shifted a little bit, wincing as Logan’s glasses dug into his shoulder, but said nothing about it. “Tell me about Orion’s Belt.”

“W-what?”

Finally, he was getting a reaction.

“Tell me about Orion’s Belt.”

Logan lifted his head, brows furrowed, but his eyes were red and hurt, but confused. “I fail to understand what meaning this holds to the situation at hand.” His voice was unsteady and, if anything, he sounded as if he was still ready to fall into another breakdown.

There was silence for a moment, but Virgil smiled softly. “C’mon, Logan, humour me.”

The other borrower sniffled a moment before adjusting his glasses. He still seemed confused by the notion, as it hadn’t exactly clicked behind those brown eyes just yet, but he complied. “Orion’s Belt, also commonly known as the Three Kings or Three Sisters, is an asterism in the constellations. The three stars that make up the belt are Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka.”

In all honesty, no matter how many times he listened to Logan ramble about the stars and space, Virgil would never really understand what he was talking about, but that wasn’t what mattered.

What did matter was the way that Logan would light up when he talked about things that he enjoyed. The way that he would get so into it and go off onto tangents about something he was passionate about. That was what mattered the most. It was easy to get him to go off onto topics that may be considered boring by anyone else who was willing to listen to him talk—that or he would talk anyways, whether someone was listening or not—long enough to see how excited he could get over the littlest things.

Though, it seemed that Logan wasn’t done there, and the more he spoke, the steadier he seemed to get. “The stars are more or less evenly spaced in a straight line, and so can be visualized as the belt of the hunter's clothing. They are best visible in the early night sky during the Northern Winter and Southern Summer, in particular the month of January at around 9:00 pm.“

There was quiet again.

Logan’s brows furrowed finally as he pulled away from Virgil’s hold and instead turned his attention towards the head of the bed. “I don’t understand why you had me talk about—,” It took a moment, before it clicked, “—Oh. It was a calming tactic.”

“See? Your advice isn’t lost on me,” Virgil told him. “Even in the middle of a panic attack, I hear you. I thought it would be helpful in this situation.”

He watched as Logan turned to face him, brown eyes slightly startled, but not enough to speak to a worried Logan. In fact, as the other adjusted his glasses, he seemed to clear his throat nervously before obviously directing his gaze elsewhere. Logan was never known for his subtlety. “Well, uh, thank you.”

“You’ve done plenty for me, I just got to return the favour.” Neither of them said anything for a moment. The silence was broken by a soft sigh. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes.” The answer was short, but the look that Virgil received when Logan turned to face him said so much more. Things that he was almost positive Logan wouldn’t be able to say to him anyways. As people said, actions could speak louder than words and this was driving that point home. “Thank you, truly.”

The latter shrugged his shoulders, but the smile remained soft and understanding. “Anything for my favourite nerd.” That roused a small laugh from the bespectacled male. “Why don’t you come and join me for a couple more movies, huh? I promise it won’t be as bad as you think it’s going to be.”

“I’d really rather not,” Logan tilted his head back towards the screen behind him, causing Virgil to look in turn before returning his attention to the other borrower. “I haven’t quite finished this essay yet and it is rather riveting.”

What a nerd. Would rather read about physics that take an hour or two to himself.

“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t wanna do,” Virgil then planted his hands on his thighs and pushed himself into a stand, reaching his arms above his head and stretching. “I think I’ll head back then, finish off a couple more movies.” He turned to look at the door. “You’re welcome to join at any time, you know.”

“I am aware.”

“Good,” he nodded his head, “then I’ll leave you to finish your essay.”

The moment of silence passed between them and Virgil slid off of the laptop itself and began to wobble across the uneven bedspread. He wasn’t exactly used to walking on such soft surfaces as this entire thing was still relatively new. Their entire friendship with the two humans of the household, he meant.

As Logan looked over his shoulder and let his gaze wander up the wall of text, he frowned.

There was no actual urge to finish reading, perhaps he had only said such a thing so that he would be able to be on his own again. Though, he knew that maybe it wasn’t the healthiest idea, nor did he actually have the foggiest idea of what he actually wanted to do, but he figured that spending a couple hours away from reading wouldn’t do too much harm.

So, he pushed himself into a stand instead and moved across the keyboard, taking extra care not to step on any of the keys that may send the screen into an unbalance, he stepped on the power button and watched as the screen went dark.

Walking on the edge of the computer, as there was no way he was going to be able to shut it, Logan hopped off onto the comforter and followed in his accomplice’s footsteps.

“Virgil wait,” he called, watching as the latter paused just as he reached the edge of the bed. “On second thought, I think I’ll join you.”

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hotsexydorks · 4 years

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Can I ask for a continuation of the Derek/Harris verse? Maybe Derek still has to ‘visit’ Harris every now and then for a full weekend even in college? Maybe he becomes the breakout star basketball or swim jock. Getting all the NCAA attention. But when he goes back to Beacon Hills, he’s just Harris’s jockslut. Harris loves inviting people over to watch a prerecorded game of Derek’s while Derek is doing another type of live ‘performance’.

[Detention Verse] - Thanksgiving : Derek/Harris

It had been a few months since Derek left Beacon Hills, he moved cross country, moved in with his sister, started a new life and never looked back. Well almost never.

The memories of graduation day were still as fresh in his mind as they were when they had just happened. Derek didn’t know how many times he had cum or how many loads he had taken in the classroom he only remembered that when he got home his phone was full of evidence of his debauchery. Just swiping through them had Derek’s hole fluttering against the thick plug that Harris had put in him.

Those same pictures were still on his phone, still saved there in a hidden folder. His dirty secret. His own private collection. One that only grew from that point on, as his going away present the teachers had decided to send Derek clips and pictures they had all acquired of the jock being their slut. Despite how much Derek tried to forget and move on he couldn’t. That night had changed everything.

All those extra lessons, those hours with Harris and the other teachers had changed him. It had made everything different.

When he first moved to New York Derek tried to stop himself. He tried to not think about it. But his body wouldn’t let him. His body reminded him constantly of what he was missing. What he was craving. It was a full month before Derek finally broke.

~~~

He couldn’t take it anymore. One night after trying to drink the thoughts away Derek went to his room and locked his door. Pulling out a hidden box from his wardrobe Derek wasted no time.

Derek tore off his clothes not caring where they went. It was like an explosion of clothes by the time he was naked. He lay down on his bed and raised his legs. There wasn’t anything slow and sensual about it. He didn’t waste time running his hands over his body and teasing his nipples or fingering himself open. There wasn’t any time for that.

The only bit of waiting Derek did was when he coating the tip of the dildo in his mouth. His tongue swirled against the cool silicone. Spreading his spit on the head before he used it against his hole.

It was only just the head but that one touch against his hole shocked Derek to life like nothing he else had in a long time. All this time he had been trying to replace that itch that his body yearned for. He used alcohol, working out, even trying some weak ass study drugs. But nothing took away that edge, that need that had been growing in him since he left home.

Whether he was being loud or quiet Derek didn’t care. He wanted it and it was so close he could taste it. The dildo wasn’t large, it was just a regular sized dildo but after a month of not having his ass played with the freshman was tight again. Tight enough for Derek to whine in annoyance from not being able to fit in the dildo at first.

Laying there on his back Derek started to get flustered at the feeling of being so close yet so far. His body sweat from the building anticipation and then the subsequent blue balling that was happening.

Something that had been so smooth before was now so difficult. In a moment of frustration Derek dropped his arms and sighed loudly. Trying to think back, think at how he used to do this. Thinking back Derek thought about that graduation day where he had taken the teachers cocks so easily. While it affirmed that Derek could do it, the memory didn’t offer any guidance in this situation.

The more Derek thought the more he remembered how good it felt. How much he tried to fight it before, but now it was different he was searching for it.

Unable to take it anymore Derek grunted with anger and threw the dildo on the ground. “Fuck this.” He cried. But even with his failed attempts his cock was still rock hard from just entertaining those feelings.

With hands freed Derek raised his legs again, spreading them as a shaky hand darted down his body. It made its way straight to Derek’s hole. It was slightly wet and fully responsive. Quivering to Derek’s touch he started to rub at the opening. With one hand on his hard cock and the other one his hole, Derek moaned in delight.

Dildo be screwed. That wasn’t the effort. Derek teased his hole and jerked off his cock with poor strokes. This was all new to him and he didn’t know what he was doing. It was all that damn teacher’s fault. If Harris hadn’t touched him he would have been fine.

Harris. Derek felt his hole throb at the memory of that man. His fingertip sinking into his ass but never pushing in. Each stroke made him fall deeper into his bed in pleasure. Derek’s legs grew weak and fell down. Raising his hips Derek changed the angle of his fingers against his hole. The attention to his cock was waning.

With each touch on his hole Derek felt himself growing louder and bolder. No longer holding his cock Derek used his other hand and played with his body. Grabbing his ass and squeezing his. Feeling the cheek in his palm Derek never noticed how soft his ass actually was. It filled his palm and was flexible to his fingers.

“Oo.. ooohh fuck…” Derek yelled out. His fingers were rubbing constantly against his hole and that brief moment took him away. His mind went blank. His body started to move on his own as he came over his hairy chest. Splatting up his body and even hitting his face.

Derek panted in his post orgasmic bliss. The high leaving him with a clearer mind than he had had since moving here. He smiled widely and even started laughing. Why had he even stopped doing it in the first place.

~~~

It was Thanksgiving by the time Harris heard from Derek again. After his former student had left the county Harris gave him space. He knew it was only a matter of time before all his hard work paid off. There wasn’t any rush.

However what he got back from New York wasn’t at all what he had been expecting. In the short while Derek had moved away he had grown so much. The teen was no longer growing, he had grown. Derek had changed so much that at first Harris didn’t even recognise him.

The beard, the sunglasses, a leather jacket that was waiting for him to fill out. A form fitted henley and dark jeans. Everything about Derek had changed in just a short amount of time. He wasn’t a cute high school graduate anymore. Derek was turning into a man.

“Hello Mr.Harris.” It took Derek speaking for Harris to even recognise him.

“Derek?! My.. you’ve changed.” He smirked looking his slut up and down. Not missing the blush that Derek was sporting from his obvious gazes.

“Can I come in?” Derek asked the other, stepping into the familiar house even without his answer. Nothing really was different, some new pieces of furniture but to Derek it still all looked the same.

He stood silent as he gazed around the house. Memories and sensations rushing through him. Even Harris’ chair was still the same, the same chair where Harris would sit and watch Derek bounce on his cock for hours as his extra class.

“How is New York Derek?” Harris asked after he closed the door, locking it behind him. There wasn’t going to be any reason for Derek to leave any time soon.

“Huh.. Oh New York is good, fun. It’s not like Beacon Hills at all.” The jock spun around to face the man. Derek licked his lip after he spoke.

Harris didn’t need the words from Derek. He knew why Derek had returned; Why he came back to this house. The teacher stepped forward and took a hold of Derek’s chin in his hand. Tilting it up for Derek to look up those few inches in difference.

“Welcome back slut. Let’s see how well you remember everything I taught you.”

Taking charge again Harris stepped in and crashed his mouth against Derek. Unlike all those times before Derek didn’t fight against the male. He pushed into the kiss and even moaned openly.

“I see it’s not only your looks that have changed.” Harris smiled approvingly. He let go of the other and moved over to his seat. “Why don’t you show me just how much you’ve changed.” Spreading his legs Harris stroked his bulge slowly. The anticipation of seeing how different Derek actually was making his cock grow hard.

Derek blushed deeply as he took the old spot that he used to stand at. Shrugging off his coat there wasn’t any song and dance. It was all smooth and practised. He kept his eye contact on the older man as he worked bit by bit.

First it was his jacket. Taking it off revealed how much Derek’s body had bulked in the time he was away. Then it was his henley which revealed a nice surprise for Harris.

Not only had Derek grown out his body hair, managed to somehow get abs of a god but there was also something else. Harris raised his hand, signalling to Derek to stop.

“Derek. Is that a nipple piercing?” Harris couldn’t help the teacher tone in his voice. He couldn’t believe it. His slut had aged so well.

The man got up and pulled Derek closer to him, his mouth latching on to the man’s nipple. Playing with it in his mouth.

“Nhnn someone said they feel good.. so .. ahhh.” Derek moaned loudly, the words were broken and disjointed while he ran his fingers through his old teacher’s hair. “Mmh Mr.Harris..”

The teacher’s hands reached out for Derek’s ass. His palmed at it quickly before his hands pulled the jeans down. Yanking them away and roughly pulling the college jock’s body around.

“You know I’ve been keeping an eye on you from here. Recorded all your games. I even started to think that you’d forgotten about me.” Although he never got around to watching them he did keep tabs on Derek and his new life. Harris pushed Derek over his chair making him kneel on it with his ass in the air. He spread the other’s cheeks and licked at the rim, pushing and prodding with his tongue. It didn’t take long for Harris to realise that his looks weren’t the only thing his slut had been working on.

“But I can see..” Harris pulled away from Derek’s ass, his fingers dug deep into the other’s round ass.

Pulling them apart showed off Derek’s hole, but more than that it showed off how soft and open the male’s hole was. Even just from Harris’ hands the hole spread slightly and showed how ready it was.

“You’ve been a good boy haven’t you Derek, have you found some dirty men up state to keep you busy?” Harris pushed two of his fingers into the waiting hole. It was tight and hot.

Whimpering loudly Derek brushed the hair from his face. “Uh huh…” His voice was soft and broken. “I tried to resist but.. I couldn’t. But it was so hard.. My body wouldn’t stop crying out for it. I tried everything but I couldn’t take it anymore. At first I thought it’d be okay if I just played with myself but it wasn’t enough.”

Derek pressed his forehead into the top of the couch. Biting his lip from pleasure that was almost overwhelming. “I.. I broke.. I joined.. Ahh.” The cuts in his sentences were filled with moans, sounds of whimpering and gasping as the other showed off his ability.

Armed with the knowledge about Derek’s body he knew all the buttons, all the spots, each and everything on his body that made the male go weak. Harris was the one that found them in the first place.

“Keep going.” Harris said to him. As if to coax out more of the story from him his tongue pushed into Derek’s hole and ate him out even more. Tasting him on his tongue again was delightful. The small bit of stubble he had grown during the holidays scrapped against the hole, making sure to rub against him while he ate him out.

“Uh nn.. I joined a dungeon club… That’s where…” Derek reached behind him and spread his cheeks for the man. “I…” The jock panted against the couch while he tried to look back

“Please.. Harris!! Please fuck me…” It had all become too much for Derek. Between the mental build up he had up until now to how Harris was teasing him there wasn’t anything he could take any more.

“Pl-please…”

Harris’ pride shone through his grin. Derek had turned out better than he had ever imagined. Maybe it was time to reach out to his friends in New York, there were plenty of people in Harris’ contacts that would love a piece of Derek.

The teacher had already unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Standing up he spat down at Derek’s ass. Using the head of his cock Harris rubbed it against the wet hole. Slapping him with his hard cock.

“I knew you’d come back to me ass first, but I never thought you’d come back to be with even more training under your belt.”

Once Harris was finished spreading his spit against Derek’s hole he wasted no time in shoving his cock into him. If what Derek had said was true then Harris didn’t need to take his time. There wasn’t a need for him to ease his slut back into it.

Harris pounded at Derek’s hole treating his returned slut to a piece of the cock that he had missed for so long. The cock broke his hole and turned him into this hunk of a man. He grinned, pulling at Derek’s hair he yanked the other’s head back. Exposing Derek’s neck for the teacher to kiss at.

The man grunted against the other’s body, his balls slapping harshly against the welcoming hole. Derek’s voice filled the otherwise empty house with howls of pleasure. Sounds of the twisted perversion he had come to love so much.

“Ah-- ahhhh!! Good.. So Good. Missed your fucking cock.”

Harris’s cock was ready to unload into the other but he wasn’t. Pulling Derek’s body upright he reached around and started to play with the other’s pierced nipple. His sensitive nub was hard. Harris knew how sensitive they were because after all he was the one that trained them that way.

It took hours upon hours of sense changing teasing but the first time they saw Derek cum from just his nipples, that was a reward upon itself.

“Harris.. Sir.. I’m…” Derek tried to warn the man. But there wasn’t any let up. He continued, Derek even thought that the male went even harder. His thighs strained against Harris’ trusts. All the force that Adrian was using would have been enough to buckle Derek over if he hadn’t been as strong as he was.

“Milk my cock Derek. Do it.”

Bellowing out in a strained voice Derek’s body felt like it was being shocked. Shaking and gritting his teeth as he came over himself, drips of his cum leaking onto the seat of the couch.

“Fuck..” Harris let out a loud groan as he could feel Derek’s orgasm from inside the other. Squeezing him and milking his cock. He grunted through his final few thrusts before he filled the other’s hole up with cum for the first time in nearly half a year.

But he wasn’t finished with him yet. Harris pulled out of Derek and sat in his chair patting his lap. Derek knew what that meant. Climbing the sides of the cushions Derek positioned himself over the man’s cock before sinking back down and riding him again. But unlike all the other times Derek was riding him with pleasure and vigour. Touching his body and showing off how he moved for the man’s cock.

“Such a good boy.”

Derek whined at the praise, smiling and biting his lip. He knew he wanted to savour this for as long as he could.

Watching Derek on top of him Harris smirked and reached into his pocket for his phone. He started to text different numbers, engrossed in his phone while Derek rode his ass down on his cock.

“What are you doing?” He asked the man. Derek had known how to read Harris’ faces for a long time. Something had caught his attention more than Derek’s ass.

“Oh don’t put on that face.” Harris patted Derek’s cheek, tapping at the pout that had formed on his face from not getting his attention. “I’m just arranging a few things. No need to worry your pretty hole about it too much.”

The man pulled Derek down sharply on his cock. Forcing all over his length into him. “Remember what I told you Derek, when you ride a cock you have to ride it balls deep.” Harris spanked the other’s ass for his laziness.

“Yes Sir..” Derek whispered. His head rolling back as he felt free to indulge himself as long as he wanted on the man’s cock.

“We should have a few hours before they arrive, I just invited some friends over to help welcome you back to town.”

Derek’s cock twitched as he realised what the man had done.

“So why don’t you say we get you all nice and warmed up before your old friends come over.” Harris grinned mischievously at Derek before he dove at Derek’s nipples and his hips started to buck some more.

~~~

True to Harris’ word it was dinner by time people turned up to the house. Teachers, Coaches, even some new faces that Derek didn’t recognise came up to the house.

“Welcome gentlemen, and to our new faces II hope you’re keeping well. As you know it is the season of giving thanks, remembering our good deeds and behaviours and celebrating in hopes of all of that continuing.” Harris had a glass raised while he gave his speech. The men hadn’t been told what was happening. Not even the ones that Derek recognised the most.

“I called you all here for a Thanksgiving celebration, and there will be a celebration.” The men all hollered at the temptation of a party. “And what better way to celebrate than watching a game!” Harris switched on the tv to show one of Derek’s matches

The video started with shots of Derek’s previous matches, his top plays and score card. Some of the teachers began to recognise the name and put the pieces together that this was the same Derek that had recently graduated. His appearance made some of the men wolf whistle at how Derek had changed in the time he had away. Amazed by his transformation.

“Skkk..” Harris breathed through his teeth shaking his head as the men had started to watch the match. “Oh how reckless of me! I forgot one more thing. I mean after all what’s a game without some entertainment?” Harris gestured behind the group of men.

From a closed door Derek emerged, sporting an all together different uniform than what was on screen. He had sweatbands on his wrists and a white jockstrap that had ‘#1 Slut’ written across the band. His nipples were hard and red showing off how long Harris had played with them. The framed ass also bore a tally mark on his ass of how many times Harris had already bred him.

“You all remember Derek, don’t you?” He asked, pointing out the jock behind them. “He’s changed a little from his high school days, but I thought it would be nice to watch one of his matches with him here. See how our school’s old sports star is getting on in New York. Oh and he’s also very generously offered to be our entertainment for today’s party. ”

Derek blushed as he walked into the room and lay on the empty coffee table. He wasn’t embarrassed, he was excited. He was full of energy and never wanted it to end. Raising his legs up Derek showed off his plugged up hole to the men.

“Please use me.”

The words barely left his lips before Derek had been swarmed by hands and mouths. They pulled and pushed all over his body, his nipples, his abs, no part of him was safe. Cocks slapped against him and soon he had one in each end.

“Welcome back to Beacon Hills, Derek.” Harris’ patted at his sluts head gaining puppy love drunk smile back at him before his face was lost under the sea of men.

#icycryos #Derek #prompt #scribbles #story sunday

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kingofthewilderwest · 5 years

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Aurgh it’s hard as fuck when your main squick is something that’s popular with like, almost every other human being ever, and is intended to be one of those safe everyday conversations you can have with both intimate friends and complete strangers. Where it’s supposed to be a thing that humanity uses as a uniting, welcoming, bonding force... but to me it’s just... a really uncomfortable reminder of a host of bad things.

I’m talking food here.

Food conversations often make me feel uncomfortable. Vastly uncomfortable. There’s an intricate set of conditions for which conversations I’m fine with and which will bother me, but no one except me is going to know all that minuteness. Point is: food conversations, food socialization, it’s everywhere. And it’s so hard to handle. Because i know everyone wants to be nice and they’re reaching out to me, but every time they do that kind gesture, it’s alienating and disturbing me more. And so 9 times out of 10, I put on a polite face and humor them because I don’t want to hurt them. I don’t let them know it bothers me.

Dudes I am like, always trying to minimize my discomfort for others, because I know it’s impractical to act otherwise.

Which means I’m constantly living in a state of internally squirming.

Let’s be clear: I am someone who’s pretty comfortable giving feedback to friends, talking back and forth about what does/doesn’t work between us. I’m not someone socially anxious at approaching topics like these. I’m FINE telling friends, “Hey, I don’t like X, how about we do Y?” But just... food’s an impossible battle, dudes, and you can’t do it to complete strangers, to EVERYONE you meet, to EVERY circumstance you go through... it’s just... it’s a losing battle and I’d rather be polite and not make others feel uncomfortable, than constantly jut out to no good result.

For like. The one time out of ten I ask people (usually close friends) to avoid food-related actions and conversations, it’s a roll of the dice whether or not their behavior changes, even when they don’t complain “That makes it hard to talk to you!” Usually the confiding conversation changes little. Even when they’re trying to do something.

The problem is that food reminds me I’m socially ostracized, and it reminds me of a lot of the mental illness and self-care issues I’ve chronically had in my life. In fact, food is a really good symbol of everywhere I just STRUGGLE so like, yeah, surprise surprise, I hate hearing and talking about it and stuff.

So like. Number one. I have Celiac Disease. I got diagnosed as an infant (praise God) and have lived a strict gluten free diet my entire life, even before most people knew what the word meant or knew the word existed. I have pride for being a Celiac, but I don’t like what the social impacts are. I learned to turn down food offered to me. Which is like. A lot of the time, dudes. Humans bond through food. But growing up without food bonding is....... yeah wow, dudes, apparently it messes you up, who knew.

1. You gotta turn down the dinner invitations for people who want to cook for you, knowing they’ll have nooooo idea how to prepare safe gluten-free friendly foods. Or, you don’t want to be a Drastic Social Burden(TM) that’s difficult to prepare for (because there’s so much RESEARCH they’d have to do, and so much I’d have to DOUBLE CHECK for them, just to make sure I could eat one fucking cupcake). So any time there’s a social gathering around dinner that isn’t going to a restaurant, it turns into a major cringe reaction for me, wishing that this hangout were literally ANY other time of day.

Mealtimes, which everyone else uses as a way to bond with one another in a positive, delightful way... are one of the Biggest Ways to make me feel alienated, uncomfortable, socially burdensome, on edge. Instead of making me feel included, I feel all the more aware I’m the odd one out. During the times people *DO* actually cook gluten free for me, I feel an unending wave of gratefulness piled on social burden, because they had to go out of their fucking way to figure this out, due to the problematic nature of me having strict dietary restrictions.

2. You know how often food gets offered to you as gifts? I have to constantly turn down those gifts. I already lack gift giving abilities; turning down gifts is socially cumbersome but something I’m always waiting to have to do. Instead of ever feeling grateful someone offered me something (I know they mean well), I have to ruin the moment by asking to see the packaging for the ingredients list, or saying “no”. And someone saying “I’d love to cook for you!” just makes me think “oh god oh god oh god NO. please NO.”

3. Really fun hanging out with friends and “Let’s go eat” and you have to veto 3/4 of the restaurants they want to go to because you can’t eat there. Frankly, I often succumb to “Pick what you want, I’ll figure something out for me.” My friends don’t like that and insist to include me (food bonding [sigh]) but yeahhhh, I like to wimp out on that rather than bother.

4. Oh hi guess what it also goes into being left out of religious experiences like church communions. Until larger churches started offering gluten free wafers to replace bread... if I wanted to be included in communion... I either had to whisper something to the pastor before she gave me bread, or I’d have to give her my gluten free bread ahead of time so she could give it to me specially (this is what my mom did for me, who always tried to make me feel included as a little kid... bake me my own cakes for birthday parties... arrange this stuff with the church... what have you). And let’s not get started on the awkward conversations I had when friends invited me to seder and I had to do a lot of make-sure-ing there too.

5. Okay guys you know how COMMON it is for people to text you food pictures? Look what I made. This is my dinner. What have you. How that will IMMEDIATELY set off my discomfort??? But if I don’t respond, I’ll get a text half an hour later, “Hey, did you see my concoction?”

6. Ngl this makes me 300000x more nervous if I have to do any food-related hosting event. Even if it’s “bring something to the potluck!” it throws me into so much distress. Now *I* have to pick food for *someone else*, when I live in a world where no one knows how to pick food for me. It makes me uncertain what to bring, what’s acceptable to bring, etc. I mean, I guess the one thing I have going for me is I make sure I bring stuff ANY person of ANY diet can eat, but like... there’s so much social discomfort. I get even more uncomfortable at the thought of trying to cook meals for people (doesn’t help I can’t cook to save my life) or hosting social events with snacks in them (ex: movie nights).

THERE IS A REASON I DEFAULT TO “HEY WHO WANTS TO GO OUT TO DINNER, I’LL PAY!!!!” it’s the one non-uncomfortable way I can show my love to my friends, while dealing with a physical need I know they have (hunger). It’s not the “best” bonding way, but I try to minimize those experiences, get out of them, but like... if I’m offering to buy you dinner, THIS IS ***THE*** BEST I CAN DO AND I AM DESPERATE TO DO IT BECAUSE IT IS THE ***ONLY*** WAY I CAN FOOD BOND WITH YOU AND I KNOW YOU NEED THAT.

On and on and on and on and on.

Like, on its own, living with Celiac is damn EASY. It’s not hard to cook and eat gluten free meals. But it’s the interaction with all the other human beings, who default to eating gluten-filled meals, and trying to get me in on the socialization of gluten-filled meals... that makes it so problematic to navigate. And means I’m constantly feeling socially........ jutting out. Square peg in round hole phenomenon.

But it’s not just the fact that everyone else grew up bonding with food and meals... and I was separated out and couldn’t bond.

Uarghghghg it’s not just Celiac. Celiac is simple. Celiac is normal. I’m 100% chill with the fact I have it, and I actually get angry when people suggest it’s something that should be “cured.” Fuck you dudes, I’m normal, I’m healthy, my life is great, it’s not my fault you like wheat and think I should like it too.

But. Where things get really emotionally hairy. It’s that food is a pinnacle of my non-neurotypical issues. I forever screwed up my diet in college when I got so depressed I quit eating regularly and lost something like 10-15 lb (which was... like... 10% of my body weight, yiiiiikes). It became this... self-imposed contest... where I tried to skip as many meals as possible. It became a Rule that I didn’t eat Sundays. It took years for me to eat 2-3 meals a day again. And it forever impacted the health of what I ate. I have really baaaaaad diet.

And diet is always the first thing to get impacted when I have a depression-y spell. It’s the hardest thing for me to get in control to try to take care of myself. I’m CONSTANTLY struggling to take care of myself even during my happy periods, when it comes to food, and so you can only imagine what happens to my diet when I’m in my many bad spells. Food represents the constant struggle, the constant inability for me to function. It sometimes feels like the symbol of my mental illness. It’s a battle I am constantly, constantly, constantly, constantly fighting. I’m fighting to get ONE meal a week that I’ve fucking cooked for myself. I’m fighting to eat things that could be called “meals” at all (don’t worry, I get my calories and shit in, I eat very regularly, I snack all the fucking time, I’m not underfed, I’m fiiiiiine, it’s just not... good nutritional value, and it relies heavily on restaurants or non-scratch non-recipe items).

And when food is the epitome of so many bad things - inability to fit in socially, inability to take care of myself, a memory of times when I collapsed psychologically my freshman year of college and went into eating disorder mode... like dudes, I’m sorry, I’m not going to enjoy photos of your macaroni and cheese you texted me. It’s going to make me go into instant Red Flag Mental Mode where I’m thinking about nothing except constant internal battles I fight.

And yet.

Oh goodie.

Food is The Go To socializer. Food is a Nice Easy Topic. Food is everywhere, and I just bite my tongue and smile and tell someone, “Looks like a tasty dinner.”

#venting time sorry #food #non-dragons #my life #don't mind me #100% unedited long rambling mess #interactions fine but please don't be squishy or rose-tinted thanks <3 #also if anyone's curious: there are ways I know how to sidestep making someone feel uncomfortable when food is their squick #I know solutions that work for me that make me feel at home and comfy #anyway #[cough]#on with your lives <3 #also note: this is venting #this is NOT a problem-solving session <3 <3 <3 thanks <3

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20th May 1969, London

Sometimes you think that it won’t be worse and God have a lot of fun looking at you. Everthing is against you, the hole fucking world against you… The worst day in your life. But even the worst day in your life can have the one small glimmer, which can change your life forever.

- What the hell… - the tall brunette girl tried use the tap, which didn’t want give for her water. She tried several times, but she still hadn’t water.

- No, no, you can’t do it for me, not now… please…

- What are you doing? – the small girl with hazel hair stood and started looking behind her.

- I’m tring fix our tap… – she snaped at her. -..or…- she looked at her…- Lucy, you can check water in the kitchen?

- Ok. – Lucy turned on one’s heel and went to the kitchen. She turn on the nap and… - There’s no water!

And suddenly the ring started ringing very loud. The girls went to the doors and opened. In front of they, stood one man, who wore dirty dungarees and red hat.

- Good morning. The pipes in your bulding are too old to use them. We’ve got the regulation to change it. You won’t have the water, mabye by three or four days…

- YOU’RE KIDDING ME?! – Lucy exploded. – How can I live without water? Without washing? Without tea or coffee? Without…

- But you’ve got the bad pipes, we must do it. – the man tired settle down the smaller girl.

- We can’t do it anything. They’ve got the regulation. – Cynthia looked at her friend.

- And how will we wash and…

- Next to your block of flats we opened the water extraction. You will can charge water from it or move to your boyfriends.

- We haven’t got… - Lucy started but Cynthia ceased her.

- Ok, thank you and goodbye. – she smiled diplomatically and locked the door. – They haven’t to hear that we haven’t got boyfriends.

- Why? – the brunette looked at her.

- Because we can do it without any help and any boys my darling. – she smiled to herself and went to her room.

Cynthia is specific case of girls. She has never been in someone. She isn’t ugly or stiupid, she’s not mean (mabye somtimes) or creepy. Nobody know why she has never got a boyfriend, even her but she feels very good being endless single (at least she thinks that). Mabye certain people must be alone, mabye it’s their destination…

Cyn looked at her messy brown hair and did a ponytail. She didn’t have any idea for her outfit, so she wore t-shirt with sign: „Make love not war”, blue jeans and old white convers shoes.

- Show must go on. – she said to herself and left her room.

Lucy had to sit down on her chair and calm down. That situation destroyed completely her day and mood. Her hands were shaking. She looked through the window. All long morning London streets were crowded. A lot of students were runing to their univesities. A lot of busy people were driving to their jobes. A lot of children were going to their schools… Even Cyn were going between that people, joining to this morinig race. Lucy took the cup of tea and looked at her friend, uptil she disapeared in the crowd. The more of the same dull day. She looked at herself in the mirror and twisted her face, whe she saw her dirty hair. She started thinkig where she can took a shower, of course for free. Suddenly she looked at the London newspaper and wrote the sign: Try for free the new modern swimmingpool. Children and stundents for free! „This is it!” she thought.

The sun peeped through the window and wind tuged slightly white curtain. She felt pleasant chill on her face. The high girl with marine eyes and pale skin stand up and looked at her messy room. She didn’t hear her friends. Did they leave the house, indeed? She went to the kitchen, which was empty. The toilet was empty too. Cyn had the talk for sure but where was Lucy? She had free day and she never wakes up early. What the hell? Suddenly she saw the piece of paper and took it:

Hi Maureen

Cyn is in the University and I went to the new swimmingpool, because we don’t have the water. We can’t use the toilet and the sink in the kitchen. We won’t have the water for 3 or more days. Have a nice day!

Lucy

- No, no, no… It’s not real… I must use the toilet! – she said to herself.

She started looking for solution. Oh god, thinking is very hard when you want very hard pee. She took random clothes and ran to the near resteurant.

- Good morning lady… - the waiter looked suspiciously at her. – Could I help you?

- Yes, where is the toilet? – Maureen thwarted legs. She wanted really pee so hard…

- The toilet is for our clients. You must buy something if you want…

- Ok, I want buy a cup of water…

-20 pounds please…

-What? Are you kidding me? – she shouted.

- Please, don’t shout. This is luxury resteurant for…

- But 20 pounds for normal water?! – she tried calm down.

- This is not normal water…

- I don’t care your water, please I must go to the toilet.

- That’s not my problem. – the waiter avoided eye contact with Maureen, who felt like the last idiot in the whole earth.

- But…

- I’m really sorry madam. – he lowered his head.

She musted leave resteurant. Longe since she didn’t feel as foolishly like at that moment. But now she had more difficult problem. Where is the nearest toilet? She wandered in the street, looking for toilet… Suddenly she saw a huge building, which belonged to an aeronautical corporation. She ran to the revolving door and looked for the lift. She almost was in the lift when a pretty woman, who was a receptionist asked her:

-Excuses me but you’ve got the employer’s card.- and looked at her.

Maureen tried act that she wasn’t nervous and looked for the card in her bag. The woman made impatient and other employers looked at this situation. She felt like make more red. Why has she always all bad adventures? What's she ever done this should happen to her? Is this the end of her world?

- Sorry, she’s with me. – the young man with hairy beard and dark eyes said and took fot the women his card.

She looked at him little confused but said:

- Ok, but in the future, please don’t forget the card. – she smiled and got back to her desk.

Maureen was very shocked so that she stand in te silent and looked at this tall man, who saved her.

- What are you doing in this office? – the unknown man asked her.

- Emmm… - she scratched her head. – I must use the toilet.

He started laughed but suddenly stoped when he saw her really embarassed and red face.

- I don’t know why I say that but you’re really looking good when you’re ashamed. – he smiled.- The toilet is in the second floor.

-Thanks. – she smiled.

The lift was arrived and she took it, looking at the man, who was looking at her. When the lift’s door was closing, she suddenly shouted:

- Thank you for your help my unknown hero!

- I’m Jack, it was the pleasure! – he smiled and the doors closed.

Lucy looked at herself in the swimming pool mirror and thought about morining situation. She was already less anger but her hands still were shaking. The room smelt chlorine, which was jaring swimmers noses. Around her, woman with diffrent beauty were changing clothes or dring hair.

The swimming pool was very crowded. Children were driving down in helter-skelters, old woman were sunbathing outside and young people were swimming in new place. Lucy liked this place, especially she made a hit with a pool among exotic flowers. She could feel like a tourist in a tropic island. Immidietly she went towards this pool. Suddenly somebody flicked her and she felt like landed painfully on the floor. Her knee started bleeding, because she cuted during the fall.

- I’m really sorry. I don’t want… - somebody started apologising but Lucy didn’t listen. She felt like nerves flood all her boody. She stood up in the silence, without looking at the maker. But he took her hand gently:

- Oh my godness, you’re bleeding. – and now she raised her eye’s at him. He was tall handsome brunet with nutty eyes. Dark soft curls were slopping on his forehead. He had clear foregin accent. She was so shocked. For a very long time she didn’t met so handsome men like him. She felt butterflies in her stomach but suddenly she reminded about her accident and she felt angry again.

- Could you don’t touch me?! – she snaped.

- I’m reallly sorry…

- No! – she shouted. – I had really bad morning and I went to this pool for relax but you destroyed this.

- I understand but I haven’t to be so angry. – he looked at her angry face, which was red like tomatto.

- No you don’t understand! You destroy good time for people because you’re so fucking careless idiot! – and now she thought that she carried with it to excess but she said what she felt.

The man made big eyes and looked upset at her:

- You’re crazy! – he started laughing. – You’re exaggerate.I didn’t hurt you heavily. You’re idiot.

- Really? No, I don’t want talk with you. Leave me alone. ENJOY SWIMMING! – Lucy turned on her heel and went to the changing room, feeling as her knee was bleeding.

Really good time in the swimming pool…

It was really boring talk about calculus of probality, which Cyn hates. She was almost sleeping, sitting among students. Her messy and dirty hair was hidden in knot but soft strands were slopping on her forehead. Instructor finished the talk and she stand up when suddenly her friend sttopped her…

- Hi Cyn, you looked reallly tried. Are you ok? – he said.

- Yeah Phil… Don’t worry. Now my flat has the problem with water and probably I won’t have water for a few days. Hence I look like I look. – and she pointed and her hair and messy clothes.

- If you want, you can move to me for this few days… - he looked at her.

- No, I don’t want make a problem to you and your girlfriend.

- Already, I don’t have a girlfriend. We broke up yesterday. – he said expressionlessly.

- What? Why? You’re so happy and…

- She played about with guy, who is barman in close studnets club.

- Bitch. She dosen’t know what she lost. – Cyn huged Phil, who nestled up to her. He needed somebody’s intimacy.

She broke hug and looked at him:

- In this case I can live in your flat for few days. I can’t leave you in this condition. – and she gave for him kiss on forehead.

Phil was her close friend, who born in the same small village near by London. He was older than Cyn. He had beed studing in London from two years. Phil was low boy with funny eyes and blonde hair. He had amazing sense of humor and a huge talent. When he was a child he started playing on drums and singing. Recently he joined in new band, which their name was Genesis.

- Ok, now I must come back to my flat and pack my stuff. – she smiled.

- No problem. See you later. – and he huged her for goodbye.

Cynthia choosed to go back to her flat on foot. The weather was amazing and she needed some fresh air. She felt sun on her pale face, it was really nice. She closed her eyes and tried feel this moment. But unfortunately she closed her eyes in the bad moment and she didn’t see the man, who was riding on the bike. He catched her sleeve on steering wheel and she chucked oneself down. She bumped her head against the floor. She felt a huge pain and for the moment Cynthia didn’t know what’s going on. She wiped eyes with hands, forgetting about that her hands were in sand.

- Oh fuck. – she shouted. – What am I doing?! – she tried opened watery eyes. It was really searing.

- I’ll help you. – she heard male voice. She known this voice but she couldn’t remind who was the owner.

- Thanks. God I’m a huge idiot. I could kill you and myself and now I killed my eyes and…

-… and killed your arm. It’s bleeding. – he said.

- Oh really? – she tried open eyes but she couldn’t. – I can’t see. – she smiled…

- I guess. – he laughed. – Ok, you’re a women in the picke and gentlemans help for the woman in picke. You’re a lucky girl because I’m the gentleman. – and he took her hand and helped her stand up.

His hands was soft, he didn’t do a hard work. Probably he studied like her.

- You’re eyes are watering… - unknown man said.

- Yeah… I feel this. – she laughed. – Ok, thanks for your help and sorry for this situation…

- You want come back to home without sight? – she heard his surprise. – You’ve got a bleeding hand and you’re blind.

-No, this is not problem for me. – she tried run from this man. She couldn’t see him. Cynthia always has luck to strange people. She saw like he took her to unkown place and killed her because he was the psychokiller or pervert. No, no she couldn’t go with him.

- I took you to the hospital. – he said.

- No. You’ve got other things to do. I don’t want to be a problem for you…

„Fuck, why I always have a problem with creepy men… Mabye he isn’t prevent, but I don’t want go with unknow man. Hello in my world…”

- I can’t leave you without help. – he said with assumption. – I’ll take you to the hospital.

-But… - in that moment she felt panic. She wanted run away but she couldn’t. – Eh, ok. – she gave up.

Again she felt his soft hand, which guided Cyn towards supposedly hospital…

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