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Day 4 : For Evirwinter
Don't ask how I made this sad, I just did. SPOILERS FOR THE END OF CAMPAIGN 1. I MEAN IT.
My headcanons/explanations for this :
This is Ahem's funeral (told you it was sad)
A verse of the Evirwinter Elves, that they recite at funerals is written. The elves and Doctor Ahem have very simular funeral traditions, involving sending the deceased out on a boat into a body of water, and lighting it with flaming arrows. (My idea for this stemmed from Viking culture)
Kyborg recites the verse, and has it written down in his pocket somewhere, because it is something he never wants to forget. He doesn't need to look at the paper though, he has it memorised. Mudd is surprised and impressed by the verse.
(Dont judge my drawing, especially Mudd, I just can't seem to get their faces right)
And yes, sorry to break your hearts but Gum Gum is crying )": (I had to, I'm heartless I know)
The Verse :
May the waves be still and calm,
Let the fire burn in your palm,
And your boat shall not rock or splinter,
For Evirwinter.
BONUS PICTURE cos I started drawing it, had to finish it, but wasn't quite what I was looking for.
Young Kydelius comes back to the grave he built to remember his family by quite often. He remebers what his mother said to him.
"We do it for the village,"
"For Evirwinter?"
"That's right Ky,"
"Thanks mom,"
Its all so brutal and angsty (its not getting better for another couple of days)
I'm still working on Day 3 (I've been writing all day) I'm liking where it is atm but qill probably end up being posted in a couple days. It'll come I promise y'all
Kyborg week, day 5: “he has his mothers eyes”
I feel like this would mean more if the eyes I drew weren’t literal dots, but I still like the idea, now I can just pray people can read the writing
Is this anything
Chapter 7 - The Demon
I'm back from my holiday and still mildly sleep deprived from the flight but here's the next chapter! This is the second to last chapter (not including an epilogue), and I hope you all enjoy this one! As always, if you want to be added to/ removed from the tag list please let me know, and requests are always welcome :)
We start off with Tamar's point of view for this one, then switch to the reader, which again has been marked by the --- (because I still don't know how best to show a change in perspective).
Warnings: gets a lil steamy at one point (but I can't write it for the life of me)
Word count: 3.1k
Series master list
Tag list: @kentucky-criedfricken, @hauntedenthusiasttragedy, @kateswone, @historianthesecond, @polli05927, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @simbaaas-stuff (sorry if I've missed anyone, let me know if I have!)
So far, everything was going swimmingly.
Tamar couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy at just how easily this tour was going, but with only one night left she was hoping they would have an uneventful journey home the next day.
Saints, she missed Nadia. Getting back home and showing her partner just how much she had been missed was high on Tamar’s list of things to do.
Right now, however, she was frustrated with the server behind the counter at the inn.
Apparently the King and Queen of Ravka would have to sleep in separate rooms tonight, due to the somewhat… conservative views of the owners, but looking over at the monarchs now, Tamar wasn’t sure how she’d ever be able to peel them apart.
She also wasn’t sure what had changed, but the past week had seen a dramatic difference in the couples’ behaviour; both being far more touchy, never leaving each others' side, making out in the carriage rides (which was a pain in the ass to Tailor) and at night.
On second thoughts, maybe it would be good for them to spend a night apart.
Sighing and removing her hands from where they rested on the tops of her axes, Tamar accepted the keys from the inn owner, promising to separate the lovers with a grimace. She wasn’t looking forward to that at all.
“Room keys,” she said to the travelling party, jangling the items in the air. Her twin immediately shot up, snatching a key and tearing up the stairs. He’d needed the toilet for 'the last three days’ apparently (his words, not Tamar’s), but had refused to just go pee in a bush (it was too undignified, apparently, as if Tamar hadn't seen him do some of the most undignified things in the world). Zoya took the next key, looking exhausted from all the travelling and like she very much needed her own bed. Tamar handed out keys to the remaining members of the group, then turned to Nikolai and Y/N.
“Alright lovebirds. You’re gonna have to split up tonight.” At their pouts, Tamar couldn’t help but roll her eyes, a smile forming on her face as she recognised the look she had worn when told Nadia wasn’t coming with them.
“Are you going to be okay, darling?”
“I’ll be fine, Kolya, it’s you I’m worried about.”
Saints, they were insufferable now. Tolya would be soaking this up if he were here, going on about how they were straight out of one of his beloved poems.
After ten minutes and many more sentiments and kisses, Tamar managed to wrangle them into their respective rooms, with promises that yes, they would be allowed to sit next to each other at breakfast (that was Y/N asking) and no, she wasn’t asking them to get divorced and never see each other again (that was Nikolai, far more dramatic than his wife).
She let out a breath as she leaned against her own door to the room she’d be sharing with Tolya, before entering and telling him to take first watch, and slipping into a light sleep.
Two hours later she was woken by her brother, taking the next round of standing guard. Going to stand in the corridor and resting her back against the wall, she settled in as best she could for the next two hours. Something sharp jammed into her back and she whirled round, hand on her axe, only to realise it was a rogue nail sticking out the wall.
I can’t wait to be back in the Palace, she thought. She was skittish, the lack of incidents making her paranoid and pushing her further towards the edge of insanity, so she took a deep breath to calm herself.
For the next hour or so, Tamar maintained her stoic watch in the dimly lit corridor, standing so still anyone passing might have thought her a statue (one particularly drunk customer did as he passed on his way to his room, commenting on the strange decor of the inn). She was just thinking idly about things that needed doing the next morning when the handle to Nikolai’s room twisted.
Immediately on high alert, her hands formed the motions she needed, but frowned when she only felt one steady heartbeat that she recognised as the King’s. The door opened, and Tamar held her breath as a figure shuffled out cautiously.
Saints, can they really not leave each other alone?
Her thoughts were cut off when she realised that her king was on all fours, two dark shapes protruding out of his back.
The demon was here.
But why now? she thought, confusion lacing her expression again. And why isn’t it attacking?
The demon had never just… walked around like this before, and Tamar was torn between fetching Zoya and Tolya or just watching and waiting to see what would happen. Peering through the open door, Tamar was startled to find the bed stripped, the pillows and sheets on the floor. Nothing looked damaged (thankfully, she didn’t feel like compensating the owners for any damage), and her confusion only grew.
It was moving again, having stopped briefly to stare up at her with voids of black shining out in place of the usual blue. It had put its nose in the air as it sniffed around for something and, seemingly finding what it had been looking for (smelling for?), Tamar tensed, hoping that it wasn’t hungry for Heartrender. She was surprised again when it turned to Y/N’s room instead and opened the door (and since when could it open doors?), going inside while still on all fours, wings trailing behind. The demon’s claws clacked on the wooden floorboards, and Tamar followed a few paces behind, still monitoring the situation.
It shuffled closer to Y/N’s bed, pausing every few steps to check she was still sleeping and it hadn't woken her up, then reached up to pull back the cover from her face when it stopped next to the bed.
“What are you doing?” Tamar muttered to herself, hands fluttering nervously at her sides, torn between her axes and her powers. The demon pulled the whole cover off, then with surprising gentleness lifted Y/N out of the bed. It paused again, reaching a few clawed fingers out to grab a hold of her duvet, then set off slowly in the direction of the door where Tamar was stood. She hurried out of the way, not wanting anything to trigger an attack on her or the Queen, and it paid her no attention as it trudged slowly back to Nikolai’s room.
Tamar knocked lightly on Zoya and Tolya’s doors, hoping it would be enough to wake them up but not alert the demon. A few moments later a bleary-eyed General appeared, blue robe wrapped around her body and her hair mussed from sleep, clearly unimpressed. Tolya didn’t appear for another five minutes, finding the two women stood outside the King’s bedroom door, gaping at the scene in front of them.
“Why did you have to wake me up?” Tolya grumbled quietly. “I was having an excellent dream wher-“ He didn’t get to finish since Tamar had slapped a hand over his mouth, the demon staring at them, teeth bared at the disturbance. He removed her hand, eyes wide.
“What the…”
The demon was still growling slightly at them, a low rumble in its throat, when a murmur came from the pile of sheets in the middle of the floor. It snapped its head round to Y/N, noticing that she was waking up. She rubbed her eyes, and Tamar held her breath.
"Wha-"
“Don’t move too much, alright?” She said to her Queen in a whisper. Y/N was sat in the weird pillow-and sheet-nest that the demon had made (and was now making little alterations to, pulling folds out to be just right), staring at the demon that had taken over her husband’s body.
“What… Tamar? Zoya? What’s going on? Is he… is this normal?” She stiffened when the demon came back to her side and pushed her gently back into the pillows, then moved to lie down next to her, one arm circling her waist as it pulled her back against its chest.
“This is… to be honest, we don’t know what’s going on. This has never happened before. Tolya and I will monitor from here for the rest of the night,” -at his disgruntled sound she elbowed him in the ribs- “and you won’t leave our sight.”
She nodded, eyes still wide in fear and surprise. Zoya offered a few words of comfort to her friend before going back to bed, and Tamar and her brother settled in for the rest of the night.
---
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, bringing Y/N out of her slumber. At the feel of a warm body underneath her, she panicked, remembering the demon from the night before, but when her eyes opened to land on her very much demon-less husband, she let out a soft sigh of relief. Looking around at the room, she noticed that the twins had disappeared, having left a note next to the couple saying 'Gone to get people up and moving, back in 30'.
Nikolai woke then, rubbing his eye with blackened fingers before groaning in slight pain at their position.
"Why, in the name of all the Saints, does my back hurt so much?" He croaked out, and Y/N couldn't help but giggle.
"Maybe because we're on the floor?" Nikolai's eyes went wide, his head whipping around to take a proper look at where they were, and then he seemed to register the fact that she was with him.
"Wait... did we have passionate and mind-blowing sex that was so good it gave me amnesia? Because that would be a tragedy and we might have to-"
"NO!" she shouted, using a nearby pillow to whack him in the face as her cheeks went red and her mind filled in the rest of his sentence. "Why does your mind always go there? No, you um... the demon got lonely and wanted a hug?" She didn't mean for it to end in a question, but she still wasn't entirely sure herself what had happened the night before. Her husband stared at her, blinking a few times. When he spoke his voice was smaller than she'd ever heard it before.
"Did I hurt you?" His hand had been reaching up to cup her face, but now Nikolai hesitated in anticipation. She gently took it and guided it to her cheek, leaning in to the warmth of his palm.
"No, Kolya, you didn't hurt me. I think it genuinely just got lonely or something. Made this weird nest thing on the floor, which on a side note, I'd love to get into to research the behaviours of- wait, why are you staring at me like that?" Her nose wrinkled as she took in his expression, then smoothed out when he leaned up to kiss her.
"You definitely can't be too traumatised from being accosted by my other half if you want to research its behaviours, darling. I'm just glad you're okay."
"I thought I was your other half? What, does our marriage mean nothing to you anymore?" she joked, pleased when he cracked a smile. She could get drunk on his smiles, the ones that were specifically for her; they were like the sun to her.
"Sorry, darling," he replied, and Saints, she'd said that she didn't like being called the pet name, but it was really doing things to her. She hadn't missed how Nikolai had continually called her 'darling' since that carriage ride, and she also hadn't missed how he'd responded when the bump in the road threw her on to him.
Just like how she now didn't miss his smile turning wolfish moments before he gripped her waist lightly and flipped her on her back. She squealed, which turned into a muffled moan when he pressed his lips and body against hers. Y/N was completely certain that everybody knew they were making out in the carriage rides and basically any other opportunity they got, but she couldn't bring herself to care when he felt like heaven.
Her arms circled around him, pulling him closer, and when he came up for air he asked "Is this alright, Y/N?" and she could have died right there at how gentle he was being.
"This is definitely alright, Nikolai." She brought him back in, and this time some of their restraint had slipped away, tongues deepening the kiss. One of his arms was propping him up and playing with a strand of her hair; the other was caressing her side, toying with the hem of her night shirt, his fingers grazing her bare skin underneath. Her own hands were exploring the expanse of his back (which she totally hadn't already memorised) and moving through his hair, and she'd lifted a leg to wrap around his waist. She moaned again when he moved the hand that was stroking her side to grip her thigh tightly instead, and when she arched her body up in response, hips pressing into his, they groaned into each other's skin at the contact, at feeling everything so closely. Nikolai had moved onto her neck, leaving kisses down it, occasionally nipping at the skin and testing her reactions, staying in one place for longer when he got one he liked. Her mind was a mess, what with his hands stroking her neck and thigh (the latter getting progressively higher as time went on), but did manage to think about how maybe they would be having mind-blowing sex. No sooner than she'd had that thought, however, was Nikolai pulling away, hair mussed from where her hands had been running through and pulling it, lips swollen and pupils blown. She was sure she looked the same, although he wasn't frowning at the lack of contact.
"Why... what..." she swallowed, trying to get her breath back and her thoughts in some sort of order.
"I don't think- I can't..." he paused, doing the same as her and taking deep breaths, and for a moment she panicked, thinking he didn't want this, didn't want her, but then when he spoke she didn't know why she'd worried in the first place.
"I refuse to let the first time I make love to you be on the floor of someone else's bedroom, Y/N, no matter how badly I want you right now."
Saints, this man.
She swallowed again, nodding slightly, then whined - what was she, a puppy? - when he started to get up and move away from her. At the sound Nikolai hesitated, then planted a final kiss on her lips as a promise that 'this will continue' before leaving to get changed. She watched him go, and when Genya inevitably asked when the party got back, Y/N would say that she was most definitely not staring at his ass as he left the room.
~~~
Breakfast passed quickly, and there was a flurry of activity as everybody packed things up for the final stretch of the journey, energy renewed at the knowledge that they'd be sleeping in their own beds tonight. Y/N had taken a little extra time to cool her face that morning, hoping the cold water would help reduce the swelling in her lips before coming downstairs. Tamar had come over in the food hall at one point, checking in on her and asking questions about the night before in a quiet voice.
"Seriously, Tamar, I'm fine. No marks or bruises. Like I said to Nik I'm pretty sure the demon was just feeling lonely, especially since Nik and I have spent the last week or so sharing a bed. Probably just wanted to make sure I was okay."
"That's... not what normally happens," she replied with a frown. "But if you're not hurt, then I guess it's alright."
Within the next ten minutes the touring party had packed up and were on the move, and now Y/N was sat opposite Nikolai in the carriage, knees knocking with his. He was looking out the window, clearly lost in thought as he absentmindedly stroked his fingers over the back of her hand, his wedding ring cool against her warm skin.
"I'm glad it's you," she said. He dragged himself out of his reverie, blinking a few times as he took in what she had said.
"What do you mean, darling?"
"I mean I'm glad that it was you I had to marry."
"I'm glad too, Y/N," he replied with a smile. "Unfortunately I can't take any credit for the decision-making process, although I definitely would have picked you," the last part was said with a wink and a grin as he looked her up and down, making Y/N's cheeks heat up, but she couldn't help but frown at what had come before.
"But I thought that you were the one that picked me to marry you?" she asked, confusion lacing her voice. "When I asked Zoya why I was the one that had to marry you, she just said that I'd 'been chosen'."
"I thought she'd told you? I let the Triumvirate pick, I trust their judgement and I was rather busy trying to convince everyone that the last thing we needed was a civil war and to let me be king."
Y/N was quiet for a minute, thinking.
"I think... I think she didn't tell me that you didn't have any part in it so that she could reduce my stress about the whole thing. It's fair, really; if I thought that you didn't want anything to do with me I probably would have run away or something."
"Good job she didn't, then. I quite like having you around. And as far as whether or not I would have picked you, I think I would. The people clearly love you, and you're going to be an excellent Queen to Ravka because of how much you clearly love them. Sure, court will be difficult, trying to get the nobles properly on side, but I know that you can do it, because you love Ravka and her people and you'll do what you need to to protect them."
"I... thank you, Nikolai. That... that means a lot to me," she swallowed down the lump in her throat at his sincerity.
"I think I've come up with a way to launch the garden project you were talking about, too. We can start making plans tomorrow, if you like?"
"That would be perfect, Kolya."
He smiled back at her, hand still holding hers.
Hope had bloomed in her chest, and she let it grow. There wasn't much that could make this day much better than being here with him, and nothing could bring her mood down now.
Until the window shattered as an arrow shot through it, narrowly missing Nikolai's head.
no wait i’m still not ok. sorry if that was already said but i just-
i have a lot to say about how starz main shows (spartacus and black sails) treat their queer representation, from both good and bad points of view, but honestly i can discuss these for hours (i did once), so let me just take a look at the wound that hurts the most
that being thomas hamilton and his relationship with flint
we don’t know that much of him, beyond his plans for new providence and his overall views on how colonialism should actually work, his relationship with his father and some other people, with miranda and, of course, with james. even more so, season 2 builds it’s narrative the way it fools us into thinking miranda was the reason james was practically banished only then to reveal it was thomas all along and james’ love for him.
just, just think of it, of how they were perfect to each other, both complementing each other’s strengthens, differences and similarities. they were one soul indeed, we can’t help but see these, these gleams of thomas’ vision in flint’s ideas, the way he sees nassau’s future in practically the same as thomas described it. flint is literally built and ruined by the man he loves the most, and the show practically dedicates the whole season portraying this, maybe in a slightly toothless way, but portrays nevertheless, creating one of most tragic love stories in modern media
only to completely abandon it in season 3 & 4, along with thomas’ character, right till the very last episode.
sure, they keep mentioning him from time to time. but it just ceases being such a huge plotpoint. sure, you might say it’s this way so the show might focus on issue on hand, developing the plot in present. but it just bugs me how it’s only miranda haunting flint’s mind. how the very base of flint’s rage is never brought up, even in the most subtle way possible. how the show just… forgets about one of its most important characters, because even though miranda’s character is also crucial for flint’s later character development, thomas is crucial in a same relation. there would be no flint without thomas, and i’m not exaggerating for the sake of ship, don’t make me explain twice
and this whole deal is probably the thing that stops me from calling starz vision of queer representation “good”. because sure, not only they make their main character explicitly queer, actually pay attention to mlm storyline and make it crucial to the main plot, they also provide thomas and james to reunite at the end of the show, no matter how you interpret the ending. but the way they just leave this huge black hole between this point A and point B leaves thomas and flint story feel abandoned and incomplete and it shutters my heart
and thomas. the way they just use him for the sake of exploring flint’s motivation and downfall is just- i, i can’t, we’re talking about the man whi was the BARE REASON FLINT WAS EVEN BORN, AND THEY NOT ONLY DON’T EXPLORE HIS IMPACT ON FLINT PROPERLY, THEY PRACTICALLY ABANDON HIM IN A MIDDLE OF THE PLOT
sorry if this was too incoherent. i love black sails with my whole heart, but i also love james and thomas story and i can’t help but realise how much missed potential they had with these two. Like, Ann, Max and Jack story was not perfect, but i felt complete watching the way it turned out, i saw every stage of their relationship development, i did not feel like it was rushed or brought up to end without a proper build up. and that was practically a secondary plotline!! and… man i just needed them to treat thomas and his love for james properly, honestly. i just needed the show not to forget why they introduced us to their story in season 2 in a first place
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high & dry | choi seungcheol
genre: smut, angst, best friend! seungcheol
pairings: choi seungcheol x gender neutral reader
warnings: dom! cheol, fingering, dirty talk, begging. absolute filth honestly
note: this was originally wrote with a different idol in mind, but i just had to make it cheol.
honestly, no matter how hard you try, you can’t remember how he came into your life. he was always just there.
choi seungcheol was a part of your earliest memories.
you contributed this to the fact that your mother enrolled you in soccer when you were four, the coach being seungcheol’s dad. on that field is where you first laid eyes on the dark-haired boy. every practice, cheol always accompanied his father and you two become friends almost immediately.
it was no surprise to both of your parents.
“what if y/n and cheol get married when they’re older?”
“i’m literally already planning the wedding.”
you were three. cheol was five when that conversation occurred between both of your moms. you remembered hearing it when it was time to leave the soccer field, but you were obviously too young to know what they were talking about.
all you knew was that cheol was your best friend.
from there on out, the two of you were inseparable. where one went, the other followed. if one jumped, the other jumped.
entering kindergarten, you remembered feeling so excited just because you could see cheol more, only to be disappointed when you learned that he was ahead of you in second grade.
he was there for you when homework stressed you out to point where he ended up finishing it for you. he was there to get you ice cream in the early hours of the morning.
he was there for you when your prom date stood you up, leaving you a sobbing mess in front of your house.
he was even there for you through your first real breakup freshman year of high school. you knew cheol didn’t like him anyway.
“why is everyone looking at me?” you asked cheol as you moved through the hallway, preparing to go to next period. you awkwardly kept your head down toward your feet as hushed whispers reached your ears.
your best friend softly touched your back in reassurance, but he was clearly as confused as you were. “just ignore them, y/n. clearly they don’t ha-“
his voice abruptly stopped as well as his feet as you neared your locker, a large group of students surrounding it. you moved your head up to see what was going on at the same time cheol grabbed you and turned you into his chest. “don’t look!”
at this point, his advice came too late as you caught a glimpse of the red spray paint that was covering your locker. you felt like you were going to be sick when the word registered with you.
slut.
“do you think we will always be friends?”
your voice broke the silence of cheol’s room, which was only illuminated by his green LED lights. after the incident at school, you couldn’t bring yourself to be alone and you weren’t surprised when he offered to let you stay the night.
cheol flashed you his signature smile, the smile that had your heart doing flips in your chest. he rolled over onto his side to face you, using his arm to prop himself up to look at your face. you were resisting the urge to stroke the stray piece of hair that had fallen into his face.
moving onto your side, you let out a sigh. cheol’s knuckles were scabbed from tracking down your ex-boyfriend. as soon as he saw the word on your locker, he knew it was your ex’s doing and it wasn’t long before he tracked him down, only to make sure he never attempted something like that again. while you knew he did it to defend you, you felt guilty that he got hurt in the process.
“of course, we will always be friends, y/n! i got you. I always got you. why wouldn’t I?”
one thought rang in your head.
because i love you.
but you kept your mouth shut. you weren’t going to ruin the best thing in your life just because of some dumb feelings that caused you to break up with your ex in the first place.
nothing could disrupt the relationship you had with seungcheol.
or so you thought.
junior year rolled around and everything began to change.
cheol had just entered his freshman year of university to study music and producing. you were so proud and excited for him, but also afraid. afraid of what might change between the two of you. his university was over an hour away from you and the distance was going to have an impact.
you knew that he was going to be busy. cheol was going to go to college. make new friends, discover new opportunities, leave you behind.
he promised that he would never do that and always make time for you. “i’ll come home on the weekends to see you, y/n.” but six months into the year, the texts became less frequent. calls became nonexistent. you often went months without seeing each other and when you did, it was brief and awkward.
eventually, the contact stopped all together.
he still liked your social media posts and you still liked his, but that was it. neither one of you reached out. you didn’t congratulate him when one of his songs won an award at a university showcase. in return, cheol never even said anything when you revealed your senior year that you had been accepted to the same university to study pre-med. it was like your friendship never truly existed.
you pretended like you weren’t hurt. maybe it was meant to be like this. you never truly believed in signs, but maybe this was the universe trying to tell you something. maybe it was better off that you didn’t have to pin over choi seungcheol anymore.
and you were finally getting to where you felt okay. where you could breathe and walk around campus without the anxiety of running into him.
until you got persuaded to go to the first frat party of sophomore year.
your plan was just to go for a little bit and have fun. loosen up, make sure your friends were safe and not doing anything stupid.
you definitely didn’t expect to run into the one person you didn’t want to see.
and you definitely didn’t expect what happened next.
maybe it was the alcohol in both of your systems. or the fact that you both were older, away from your parents. maybe it was stress. you weren’t sure, but at this point, you didn’t care.
cheol’s lips were attached to your neck, goosebumps risen on your skin and his teeth nipping gently at the soft flesh. you let out a breathy moan, as his fingers slowly stretched you in and out.
his hands gripped your hips tightly, his body pressing you even closer against his chest. “does that feel good? do my fingers feel good inside of you?”
you couldn’t do anything but release a whine. of course his fingers felt fucking amazing. they filled you up so well, so much better than your own. but he was such a tease. although you hadn’t talked to him in years, you could remember the conversations you had as teenagers about the sexual experiences you had. you remembered he enjoyed teasing. he enjoyed begging, but you did everything you could push that to the back of your mind.
until now.
cheol chuckled as your wetness coated his fingers, sliding a third one to mix. “god, you’re dripping and it’s so all for me.”
you let out another whine. “go faster.”
“are you sure you’re ready for that, sweetheart?”
instead of responding, you let out a frustrated noise, your hands going down to grab his wrist, trying to make him speed up yourself. you attempted to buck your hips against his hand to gain more friction, but he was holding onto your waist so tight, it was nearly impossible.
“aw, you’re so cute when you’re needy,” he whispered, his teeth tugging on your ear lobe, earning a moan from you.
his three fingers curled up inside you and you let out a yelp. cheol couldn’t help but smile. “there’s the sweet spot.”
you could see stars as his pace increased and decreased, wanting to tease you and prolong your climax as much as possible. you knew this was giving him a power trip. you could feel the authority radiating off of him and you didn’t want to disobey, but you couldn’t take it any longer.
“cheol-“ you whined. “please.”
you felt his breath hit your neck as he smiled. “please what?”
“i wanna cum.”
“oh, does baby want to cum all over my fingers?”
you nodded quickly, not even caring about how eager you sounded. “oh yes, cheol, please wanna cum over your fingers so bad.”
before you had the chance to even comprehend what was happening, cheol curled his fingers once and again, pulling them in and out at a fast pace. his other hand moved down to land a slap on your clit, which he purposely been neglecting, and you let out a moan. you didn’t even care that you guys were in a frat house full of people. let them hear.
the dark-haired boy pulled and traced figure eights across the area you needed him most and you quickly felt the pressure building up in your abdomen and it wasn’t long before you came undone.
you were exhausted as cheol removed his fingers from you, but it was clear the night was far from over as he flipped you onto your back, his eyes dark as he surveyed your naked figure.
“you know, I thought about this a lot when we were in high school.” cheol said softly as he reached down to plant kisses along your stomach. “the way you would look under me. the way you would feel under me. so soft. god, i even imagined how innocent and small you would look. all at the mercy of me and only me.”
a moan left your lips at his words, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin. you couldn’t help but arch your back as you felt the hardness in his jeans brush against your bare core. “i thought about this too.”
at your confession, chan nipped at your neck, earning a high-pitched moan from your lungs. you could already feel the wetness between your legs once again and you were sure he could too.
cheol pulled back from your body, reaching down to undo his belt and slip his jeans and underwear down his body. they were quickly discarded on the floor where your clothes and his shirt had landed forever ago.
your eyes widened as you took in his size. you knew he was big, but you didn’t think he was that big. the tip of his cock was leaking pre cum and it was so red and angry that you knew it had to be painful for him.
cheol give you a smile. “like what you see?”
you nodded, quickly, feeling lightheaded. “yeah, cheol, you’re so big.” your voice came out small and weak, like a mouse, and that gave him such an ego boost.
he pulled you closer, his lips returning to your neck. it wasn’t long before he pushed his cock into you, your back arching from the relief you felt the moment he did so. a deep groan fell from his lips, and his eyes squeezed shut as he began to thrust his hips into your own, the feeling of him allowing pleasure to bloom across your entire body.
"fuck," he moaned, "you feel so good."
instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to pick up his pace, sweat beginning to glisten across his forehead. he buried his face into your neck, leaving kisses along your jaw while containing the grunts that came from him.
it felt as if flames were licking up and down your body, your hands gripping the back of his shoulders and your own moans soft and delicate with each and every movement. you could feel an intensity building up into the pit of your belly,
"i-i'm close," you whimpered, throwing your head back.
"then let go for me, my baby. I got you. i always got you,” cheol cooed, allowing his thumb to swirl around your clit, which sent you completely over the edge for the second time that night.
there were those words again.
you didn’t have to be told twice as your walls clenched around him. the pressure in your abdomen finally being released.
you let out whines and mewls as cheol chased his own high, the aftershocks of your organism still running through your body.
cheol followed soon after, a deep groan leaving his lips as his thrusts began to slow before he pulled out, painting your stomach white.
suddenly the room that was filled with both of your moans was silent except for pants that we were leaving both of your bodies. the older boy quickly reached across his nightstand to grab tissues before softly cleaning you up.
“I remember you not liking sticky stuff,” he said, quietly. “you used to cry when we were kids if your hands were sticky from food or something. you didn’t like the feeling.”
the fact that he remembered that detail after all these years and the fact that he was talking like you guys never lost contact made your heart hurt. why is he pretending like nothing happened?
but you didn’t want to think about that right now. all you wanted to do was curl up next to your best friend and sleep. you would deal with everything in the morning.
cheol had the same idea as he pulled you against his chest, planting a kiss on the crown of your head. your slowly moved your feet to entangle them with his. “go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”
and you drifted off to sleep with his fingers in your hair and his arms wrapped around you. your heart hoping that tomorrow, after years, you would finally have your best friend back.
once again, you were wrong.
when your eyes finally opened the next morning, choi seungcheol was gone and all you had left was your lonely heart
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about to block rhada so he won't see me downspiral into the ace attorney hellhole
That was a bag of lies and disappointment. Its been ages since I last ate Skittles but they sounded really good so I got some today. My favorite thing to do was eat the lemon and lime ones together. I gathered up the green and yellow Skittles and put some in my mouth...and got a mouthful of horrible, crushing sadness. That was the most horrid thing I've ever tasted. I was so confused. I looked at the bag and discovered that Skittles has violated some sort of Candy Sanctity and changed the lime ones to green apple. I've never felt so betrayed...
NO BOOK SQUIP PLS NO
NONONONONONONNONONONONO YOU ARE NOT A DEFECT YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL IN EVERY WAY AND BOOK JEREMY CAN STEP ON A LEGO FOR ALL I CARE PLEASE DONT TELL HIM HOW TO GET RID OF U *sobs* so yeah I finished the book this morning :)) I still hate Christine, Jeremy is still a lil shint, and the Squip is a precious boy who I will guard with my life Also I’m sending my copy of BMC to Ned with a message that says “How dare you” BECAUSE HE BROKE THE FOURTH WALL IN A B O O K
To prove a point to my aunt. Please reblog for bigger sample size.
Ok but like if they all came back to life, I feel like it could go one of two directions with how the choir reacts afterward
They could either never bring up what happened with Karnak because it was like too painful or something
Or it could go in the complete opposite direction with them constantly bringing up what happened, usually to make fun of each other
Like one day this one teacher is being a huge jackass so when the teacher asks if they have any fun facts they’d like to share with the class Noel just stands up and goes “When a lioness has children-“
Ocean and Constance are desperately trying not to laugh
Mischa makes it a personal game to call as many people as possible a spielverderber
Somebody is talking for a really long time during a presentation and when it’s over Ricky just signs “And that is why not everyone should have a library card!” while Mischa just tries to not burst out laughing
Penny will sometimes recite Ricky’s Silver Surfer speech just so she can laugh about it later when people are like “Wow. So deep 🥲”
Sometimes you’ll just hear one of them humming everyone’s songs
The funniest time this has happened is when Noel caught Ocean humming “This Song Is Awesome”
Constance bakes everyone Zolar themed cupcakes and they’re so good