So, back in the day, I was shipped with Lachlan. Badly. Everyone loved it. Including an actual youtuber lmao
CraftBattleAbby (ew, Abby) was popular as hell, and my own gf (we aren't together anymore but they're still cool!!) wrote a smut on us.
So here I am.
Reacting to it.
Note: I went by Abby back then so like, get ready for this.
I'm also not hating on the fic or something. It's written by someone amazing.
I haven't read this in ages, oh dear lord
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So,so evil. Just the way I like it.
You can already tell that Im in this one shot
Sluggishly opening the wooden door leading to the bedroom presents a pleasant surprise.
I still admire their writing style, though they'd probably cringe at this old writing now :')
The taller blond male's wrists are imprisioned in leather and bound to the bed.
OH YES
Deft , blunt fingernails scratch at the bedposts but to no avail, his lanky, some-what muscular figure drips sweat that begins to lightly speckle the covers.
HE IS LANKY AF OKAY HE IS A POLE I SWEAR
He tilts his head up at the sudden noise of the door closing behind Abby, a snarky grin on her face.
"Hm, ah, Lachlan. Need some help~?" She asks teasingly before laughing.
this is so me I love this. I would be sassy af during sex, if I wasn't asexual I mean
The half-naked and bound man stares up at her, icy blue eyes flicking over her figure that adorned nothing but thick-set cutsy undergarments.
I WOULD WEAR RLLY CUTE THINGS IF I HAD THE TIME AND EFFORT. INSTEAD I SWEAR BAGGY HOODIES AND SHIT. you can tell I'm ace
She sat down on the edge of the bed, right near the already tired mans feet.
How long was he tied to the bed. how long did I keep him there holy fucking shit
She slowly peppered fingertips across the covers and trailing a ashen thigh, purring thickly.
She stopped just short of the boxer line, and gave him a questioning look, as if asking if he can continue.
CONSENT!!!! WOOOOOOO!
He smiles and nods his golden locks. Small dribbles of saliva pour from his mouth, dripping down his chin.
She smiles, patterning lithe digits on the thin cotton of the underwear, dragging up to his crotch.
I'm a top af
Abby lightly palmed him through his boxers, drawing a moan from his part lips.
"So sensitive." She cooed.
He bit teeth into his pink and quivering lip as she pulled herself up off the bed, continuing to press a single finger to his member that was beginning to confine under his boxers.
Lachlan would be that sensitive, y'all. I imagine if you just pull on his hair, he'll turn into sUCJ A LITTLE BITCH
She gave him an evil look, and crawled over him, pressing his back to the bed.
She pressed two pursed lips to his collar bone, and began to nibble on it, drawing small love bites to the surface.
"Oh, come on Laccy, I would like to hear you~" she commented breathily. "It's no fun if we don't."
Backstory: I called Lachlan 'Laccy' instead of 'Lachy' AND IT WAS SO FUCKING AWFUL (I still sometimes do it)
She cheved a hand in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them open, just enough to see his pelvic area.
He mewled as blunt fingertips ran down it, and dipped down into his underwear.
