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Siobe and Boru, from the Fanfic BITP [Feat Hilda, she's still short]

The Boy in the photo

Blood in the Pines is a vampires smp inspired SMP created by AlphaLynn! Episode 1 will be dropping on January 28th on my channel!

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okay this is something i’ve been wanting to write.................here we go

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Harry tastes like a novel discovery.

Salty, with a hint of whiskey left over from the pub. Maybe something sweet--honey? Sugar? Something that makes your toes curl, your lips pucker, your cheeks sting. Hands dig into your waist and you open your mouth for another sip. 

Dark chocolate--bitterness with a tangy finish.

“Fuck,” he groans, guttural. “You’re gorgeous.”

Now that the dam has broken, the water flows with an unstoppable vengeance. His tongue darts against yours with purpose, legs tangling on the bed. He’s hovering over you in an attempt to keep you pinned down, but you push back, knotting your fingers through his hair and keeping the strands taut. You inhale sharply when Harry’s teeth dig into your bottom lip in a biting kiss, tugging on the swollen flesh like a piece of fruit.

When his hands find your ass and squeeze, you pull back. “Eager, are we?” you tease, rearing back when he surges forward to try and kiss you again. “Might start to think you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Let me live for one night,” he says in a throaty drawl, looking down at you through hooded lids. The smirk painted on his lips almost lures you in once again, but then Harry rolls his hips against yours, his hardening length lining up right against your core. The sound that leaves your lips feels foreign, high and breathy like it’s been pulled out of you. “Like that?” he asks, pleased.

“No,” you grimace unconvincingly, pulling his head down to slot your lips together again. Between kisses, you mutter, “You can do better.”

You kiss like that for a while, eventually hitching one leg over Harry’s hips so he can press himself fully against you. The pressure feels heavenly, already pulling you toward a steady heat in your lower belly that keeps on building. Dragging one hand down from his hair, you trail a blazing path down his chest and abdomen, taking note of the tense muscles under his clothes. When you reach the hem of his sweater, he automatically pulls back and rips it off, leaving his torso bare.

From this position, with him on his knees straddling your legs, it looks like a show.

Harry notices the way you’re looking at him. Like you’ll devour him in a second, piece by piece--and he’d let you. The smirk returns and you swear he flexes a bit when he starts unbuttoning his trousers. “Like what you see?” he asks, not shying away from your attentive gaze.

You throw an arm over your head and toy with your bottom lip, watching his fingers work his zipper down. “I’ve seen better.”

“Liar.”

“Gonna prove me wrong?”

He grips his cock through his trousers. Admittedly, you already know he’s the biggest you’ve had. “This proof enough?”

“C’mere then,” you counter, spreading your legs wider until they hit the inside of your thighs. “Make me come and then we’ll talk.”

It’s a green flag if Harry’s ever seen one. He makes quick work of his trousers, shucking them and his briefs in one go. His cock slaps against his stomach, hanging heavily between his legs. Your mouth goes a bit dry, but then Harry’s kissing you again and pushing your shirt up your torso. 

Once you’re both naked, it doesn’t take long for the temperature in the room to rise, your bodies entwined on Harry’s duvet with no signs of stopping any time soon. Harry palms one breast while licking over your other nipple; you counter by sucking a deep bruise at the juncture of his neck while stroking his slick cock. When you straddle him, he sits up and gives your arse a loud smack, making you jump against his mouth.

“Fucker,” you whisper against his lips, and he grins.

You lose track of the amount of time you kiss just like that, with his legs thrown over yours on the bed, or pressed up against each other while upright, or on your sides with his cock dangerously close to the space between your thighs. Then, the air changes when Harry pins you against the mattress and levels you with a look that says stay right there.

You swallow. “Now what?”

The faux annoyance in your voice doesn’t phase him. He simply looks at up at you as he starts licking a trail down your belly, pausing to dot kisses all along your lower abdomen. He sinks lower and lower, eventually slipping to the edge of the bed, before pushing your legs up so your feet are flat on the mattress.

You push up onto your elbows to get a better view of him. The image almost sends you tumbling back down onto the mattress.

The absolute predatory gaze on his face leaves you breathless. His big, calloused hands land on your knees and spread you open, leaving you wet and ready for him. When he licks his lips, you stomach clenches.

“Can I eat your cunt, darling?”

“Fuck me,” you breathe. “Please.”

You’re begging. He loves it, but you wonder what part of you has just come out. 

The first touch isn’t from his mouth, but his wet finger. It traces a delicate path along your folds, barely grazing your skin. You shiver involuntarily, already feeling exposed in the cool air of the room. Then, he presses the pad of his thumb on your clit and rubs, watching you closely as your face contorts from the zip of energy that runs up your spine.

“Yes,” you moan, “God, yes.”

“So vocal,” Harry murmurs. “Straight out of a dream.”

When he leans down, you can’t look, opting to look past him at the wall across the room. The visualization is too much. It’s good that you’ve laid back down all the way, because the first taste makes you go boneless, limbs feeling weighed down into the mattress. Harry groans as he licks around your entrance, lapping up your wetness like watermelon juice off his fingers.

There’s a photograph on the wall that looks like it has three people in it. You know one of them has to be Harry, but you can’t make out the other two people in the frame. It’s in your line of sight, directly across the room, and you can’t help but let your eyes linger on it for a split second when they flit open in the darkness.

Then, your vision goes blurry again.

“Oh, fuck—Harry!”

Nails digging into his scalp, you snap your eyes shut instinctively as he licks a broad stripe up your slit, throwing your head back as a moan pushes out of your lips. His hands burn where they’re pressed against your torso, holding you down against the mattress. You can feel his sheets sticking to your clammy skin, shoulders digging into the mattress, feet nudging against his lower back.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, lips grazing your center. “You like that, hm?”

“Yeah,” you babble nonsensically as his tongue prods at your entrance, making your hips buck against his mouth. “Yeah, god, so good—”

“Stay still.” It’s an order, not a suggestion. “Taste so good, baby. Knew you’d be a feast.”

He laps at your wetness starvingly, unrelenting as each swipe of his tongue sends you careening toward a release you haven’t felt in ages. Gone are the calculated roles of enemies, adversaries clashing in battle for the same prize. The cloak of nighttime veils your true selves in this moment: unabashed and rough, finally giving into the desire that’s been dangled like a treat between you. Harry whispers your name into your core before tracing the letters of his own along your folds, and you close your eyes and fall.

“I’m--I’m coming, Harry!”

His hands keep your hips pinned to the mattress as you come, waves of pleasure racing through your bones like you’ve been electrocuted. It’s more than you expected but you can’t find it within yourself to even try and downplay Harry’s skill--he’s the best you’ve had and you want more.

When you come down, he’s gotten himself back to your side, one hand on his cock while the other rests on the bed. You take a few deep breaths, blinking a few times to clear the haziness from your brain. When you finally look over at him, he’s grinning like a fool.

“Good?”

“Fuck off,” you say through a laugh. “Still haven’t fucked me yet.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” He pulls you into him, hitching a leg over his waist and tapping his cock against your core. “M’not through with you yet.”

He leans down and kisses you, one hand coming to grip your cheek. His tongue moves against yours and you can taste yourself on him, the faint dark chocolate still lingering underneath. You run a hand through his hair, down his neck, his shoulder, the clammy skin of his back, all the way down until you squeeze his pert arse. He jumps, chuckling against your lips and pecking them once more before pulling away.

A few seconds later after he rummages around in a drawer, he produces a condom wrapper. Tossing it aside, he gathers you in his arms and kisses you again, but this time it feels different. Like he wants to take his time, completely unlike the quick and dirty way he’d brought you to your peak the first time around. 

You don’t mind it. 

He licks into your mouth carefully this time, almost exploring what you have to offer. You wonder what you taste like. Sweet? Salty? A hint of citrus to compliment the dark chocolate. Do you taste well together?

You know the answer to that question already.

“Get on with it,” you mumble without heat, scratching lightly down his back. When you pull away and flip over, getting on your hands and knees, he looks at you with an unreadable expression. There’s a light sheen of sweat painting his chest and stomach, making him almost glisten in the moonlight. Part of you wants him to fuck you while he looks at you, but for now you try to hang on to whatever shred of distance you can.

So you sink down onto your elbows, arching your back so your arse is on full display, almost taunting him with the look in your eyes. He springs into action almost immediately, slipping behind you and tearing the wrapper open, prepping himself. When he finally, finally sinks in, your eyes clench shut from the intrusion. But it feels good, is the thing. Fuller, thicker, just--

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

“You’re fucking--” you find a rhythm, bouncing back on his cock measuredly until it feels smooth, your hips undulating against his, “--you feel so good, Harry.”

“Yeah, like that, baby,” Harry says, groaning when you squeeze around him. He lands another slap to your arse, following it up with a harsh squeeze, nails digging in so deep you know they’ll leave crescent-shaped marks in the morning. “Fuckin’ squeezing me so good.”

“Oh, god,” you cry out, stretching your arms out to brace yourself against the mattress as he starts fucking into you earnestly. “Oh my god, Harry.”

The collision of your hips against his with every thrust punches the air out of your chest. It doesn’t take long for the air to feel heavy again as Harry’s grip on your tightens. Your back is screaming from the effort but you don’t care, not when your orgasm is threatening to hit you like a freight train and Harry might just follow suit.

He gets a grip on your hair and pulls, not enough to hurt but enough to crane your head back so your chest is off the mattress. His hand slips around your chest, bringing you up so you’re nearly parallel with him. “Put your hands on the headboard,” he grunts.

You’re quick to comply, letting your head hang down between your arms as he keeps up the pace. Your panting breaths color the air around you, his own echoing into the room as he keeps thrusting. You can tell he’s getting tired, so you reach around and grip his hip, holding him inside you. You rotate your hips slowly, rocking back and forth until he gets the message.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he says, “fuck me slow. C’mon, baby, know you can make me come.”

“Are you close?”

“So close,” he says like he’s cheering you on. “Doing so good, darling, just keep squeezing my cock like that.”

Leaning up, you balance yourself by getting one of his arms around your waist. as you try to find a faster tempo again, lifting up and clenching tightly around his cock, only to drop back down and grind against his pelvis. Harry releases your hip and uses that hand to find your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts, while his other hand pinches and pulls at your nipple. The sensation overwhelms you, quickly making the heat build until you’re on the verge of coming again.

“Go on,” he says encouragingly. “M’close, baby.”

“You first,” you tell him with a shake of your head, breathless. You clench around him rhythmically as he starts up again, hips knocking against yours. “Feel so good, H, you fill me up so good--”

“--Best you’ve ever had?”

“The best, god,” you whine, not even exaggerating. You’re fueling his ego at this point, but all you’re thinking about is how much you want him to come inside you. “Come for me, know you can do it...”

His hips start to stutter, his pace faltering. Your words are having more of an effect on him than you thought, so you keep going. Yeah, like that and fill me up, H and so good, you make me feel so good.

Harry finally comes with a jolted grunt, hands locked on your hips as he holds you against him. You can feel his chest heaving from the effort, shocks of pleasure rocking through his body as his orgasm hits him. You’re just barely there, too, so you reach down and start rubbing at your own clit as he shallowly pumps his hips, finishing out his peak.

“God,” he gasps, exhaling deep breaths. “You’re unreal.”

“Gonna help me finish?”

It’s not as quippy as you’d normally sound, coming out more coquettishly than you’d prefer. But when his hand knocks yours away and his fingers start to circle your clit mercilessly, it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, not the way his touch brings you to the edge a second time, not the way his body feels on yours when you’ve both collapsed onto the mattress completely spent, not the singular kiss he plants on the back of your head before he gets up to clean you off, and most certainly not the question running through your head when you can think clearly again.

She protecc!

some backstory for Logan Sanders and her connections to the studio.

In my au Thomas Conner had a partner named Bill Sanders who helped construct the Ink Machine. He was there when Bendy was first made but left when Joey wanted to experiment with human souls. He couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing.

He did not lock up Bendy, that was all Joey and the GENT. Bill did however take his youngest child into the studio one day and this is how Logan meets ink Bendy

She watched the cartoons with her two older brothers when she was little and grew to love the little devil darling.

Logan wasn’t afraid of Bendy. If anything he looked more friendly than the mascots at Disney land so she was willing to give him a chance.

Years later, Logan followed in her fathers footsteps and became a mechanic. She worked for GENT before starting her own business.

Her father was long gone when she received a letter from Joey Drew telling how he wished for Bill to pay him a visit since they used to work together.

This is how Logan was lured back to the studio. She brought her friend Maxine Miller with her and they were both thrown into the Ink Realm.

Logan and Maxine were separated and have their own story arcs within the ink realm.

Last scene from chapter 26 of Back into the Pit.