#Bi the Pricking of my Thumbs
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Rating: Explicit
Tags: Exhibitionism, infidelity, Aegon’s a dick in this one but it’s bc he’s Insecure, voyeur-ish, oral f!receiving, Criston Lives To Serve Women, one-sided feelings, doggy-style, pnv!sex, multiple orgasms, it Appears Mr. Cole is being Used but nah she wants to crawl inside his armor, BI AEGON RIGHTS!!!!
A/N: This was alternately labeled ‘Mr. Criston dicks down’
Criston dragged Aegon’s limp form into the bed, carelessly throwing the stinking wretch into the fine bedding. Once again picked up from a night out, the knight had received a tip from a gold cloak that your idiot husband was getting fucked with the curtains opened, the blonde’s loud moans and pink prick on display for all to see on the Street of Silk.
Aegon mumbled and rolled on his side, covering his face with a pillow, snoring within seconds. You could still see the slick stains on the seat of his ass and frowned. He’d take cocks before he drank enough to take you. You held your arms around your robed waist and murmured, “Thank you Ser.” You couldn’t bear laying back down beside him. Misery wafted off you in waves.
Criston remained silent, presence looming, warm leather sliding along the bared crook of your neck. The brunette thumbed at the rigid muscles at the base of your skull— always drawn tight. You feebly moaned, falling back into his intimate embrace. His other hand possessively splayed across your waist to your stomach, fingertips tightening just-so.
The knight murmured, “He’s so much easier like this. I can feel you relaxing already.”
Your shoulders were unbearably tense. Criston moved his other hand to clamp down on your tender muscles. It was a pleasant feeling, warm pressure aided by softened leather. His familiar scent engulfed you, the man nosing at your hair and inhaling.
Lulled from your lover’s warm hands and presence you whispered, “He dishonors me. My entire family.” Criston dug the heels of his palms into your muscles, earning another helpless moan. The knight growled, “I know sweetling. I know”, his grip tightened, “I thought about leaving the sot and taking you in this bed all night. He’s like a poison vine, crawling atop everything, leaving it’s mark.”
You turned up to look at Criston’s thinned lips, thick brows furrowed and dark eyes boring into Aegon. You reached up to caress a stubbled cheek, soften his raging frustrations. He let out a deep breath, the leather vice on your body loosening.
Cautiously you turned further, now facing your dear knight. He looked upset still, swearing, “He has no shame. No cares. Fucking fool, as much as I cared and loved for the boy.” Now your smaller hands held his tanned face, catching those dark orbs, immediately softening upon your gaze.
“Do not fret Criston, you’ve eased the burn, burdened what you did not have to. I’m blessed to have you in my arms.
The brunette swallowed thickly, emotions welling. He croaked, “I’d never not stand against who dishonors the future queen. All of those limping lordlings can attest to that. I’m blessed further to have you, Princess. I’ll take your burdens until I leave this world.”
He leant down to take your lips, gentle and kind. Your palms snuck up into his pretty curls, lightly tugging and scratching his scalp. Criston sighed against your breath, tongues dancing in an experienced form. His big hands made slow circles from your waist, hips, to ass. The white knight kneaded at the softer flesh, groaning your name.
Only the sound of Aegon’s drunken snoring intertwined with your heightening breath and soft sighs of pleasure. You asked against his moist lips, eyes fervent, “Take me, I need you love.” Dark brown sought your own, Criston’s eyes moving to and fro. He eyed the defiled Aegon and nodded briskly.
“If he awakes, this could go very wrong my princess,” he murmured with a worried gaze.
“If he awakes I hope he feels dishonored as I have been. He’d probably think it was a dream.”
The blonde actually had no clue. He was too self-absorbed, laughed off the japes about the white knight over his wife, under the bed. Aegon would laugh, “I think the sot still burns over my cunt sister, how tragic. The bastards might’ve been his.” He’d eye you, lips pouting, body stiff, “Afraid you and the ‘Realms Delight’ have little in common. I think he likes a little fire.”
Criston physically flipped you out of the horrid memory. Your upper body was pinned to the bed, eyes gazing up at those bite-swollen lips and messy white hair. You wanted him to hurt, just as you and your lover had. Turning your head to face the Dornishman you undid the robe and lay bare to his gaze now, always undone by the look of reverence.
“Gods, you’re so beautiful, let me have a taste first? Please princess?,” he begged, eyes shiny and wide, desperation pitching his voice. You nodded assent, mouth falling open as his perfect lips kissed your rapidly swelling cunt. He moaned into you, gloves carelessly tossed by now, calloused fingers brushing your soft skin.
He gripped at your thighs while lapping up to that precious bundle, stubble scraping against delicate skin. You writhed backwards, crying out softly and grabbing a handful of thick curls. “C-Criston, oh, ha!”
He’d slipped two big fingers inside a now-weeping cunt, wet mouth suckling at your button. The man had to hold a hip to keep you down, shaking apart at the seams. You were whimpering and yanking at his hair, cunny shivering and twitching around Criston’s crooked fingers— lazily beckoning your orgasm to make its way down.
He shoved a third finger in and flicked the hood of your bud, once, twice, then in rapid succession with an expert tongue. Now you didn’t even hold back the wail, finishing messily on your lover’s face. He groaned and lapped, purring little praises, big hands still kneading trembling flesh. You wanted more, now, let your dear Criston consume you.
He huffed a laugh when you slowly hiked a leg up, then another, exposing your puffy core to him. Criston breathed against your skin, a lilt to his tone, “Are you needy sweetling? Need my cock while your fool husband is sleeping in the same bed?” He snickered while getting up to loosen his breeches and some outer armor.
“I wonder if he’s even moved? I had a better view than you, my princess.”
You sneered over your shoulder, “Lucky you, hm?”
Criston grinned as he eased one knee onto the bed, hand guiding his heavy cock forward. You whined again, the blunt tip practically a tease. Reaching backwards with a grunt you pulled his hips flush to your ass. There was a dull slap, your cry of ecstasy, Criston’s winded ‘fuck!’
He smacked your ass and growled, “Not needy, ravenous,” he pressed his warm body to your back, “absolutely ravenous.” You nodded in jerks, skin erupting into a sweat, goosebumps up and down your bared skin. Criston’s sculpted lips kissed and mouthed against your nape, winding your hair around his left hand.
You stuttered weakly, “C-come on my l-love, s’full.”
He grinned against your skin, shoving his lean hips forward. The knight murmured in a teasing lilt, “Mhm dove? Feel how much I desire you? How you drive me insane? I’ll ruin you for any other— including that one.”
He punctuated the end of the sentence with a pointed thrust, jerking your head upwards to stare at Aegon’s puffy face. He was still out, twitching a bit. You mewled, “You already have, take me- take me!” Keeping tanned skin plastered to your own, he fucked you rough and quick.
You had no time to adjust— grunts and cries forced out by his ever-moving cock. The brunette’s right hand held your waist, crooking your back for a better angle. He still had your head facing Aegon, gloating in the debauchery in front of your husband’s face.
You bucked back onto the familiar girth, whining your white knight’s name. He didn’t let up, abusing your already sensitive cunt. Although still were a bit tender from earlier, the burn was exquisite. Your hands wrenched in the bedspread were ordered by your lover to grope at your tits, play around with an overused clit.
He panted into your ear, “Such a good sweetling, s-sucking me in, keep it up.”
You turned to meet his lips, sloppily mashing your mouth against his. Criston whined deep in in his chest, opening up to drag his tongue across yours. It was a messy affair, the pair of you too busy chanting litanies of sweet names between swears. His hips began to drag into disjointed little grinds, Criston’s pretty eyes scrunching tight.
He begged against your drooling lips, “C’mon- haaah- c’mon.” He helplessly gasped and jerked into your tightening cunt. You nodded, eyes lidded and hazy, promising, “I’m right there, oh my love, my sweetheart.” Reaching up to caress his stubbled cheek you looked forward. Criston was whining softly against your face with his eyes closed and mouth agape, so lovely, the picture of erotic pleasure.
Aegon’s violet eyes were a different story. They were open in shock, staring dead on. His plush lips opened, closed, opened— gaping like a fish. At that moment Criston struck gold and you seized with a high cry, wailing your lover’s name. The orgasm that hit you was extra sweet layered with self-satisfaction.
Criston stuttered, “O-oh gods, gods, fuckyesyesyes, I’m coming for you, yes!” He shoved his face into the crook of your neck, pretty nose mashed into your skin as he moaned long and whorish. You gasped, grinning, cooing, “That’s it my love, fill me up, yes, good boy.”
Aegon’s plush lips wobbled, his face blotchy with something. Did he really expect you to cry and wait for his attention all this time? The knight beside and inside you came to, lashes fluttering. He laughed, “You’re dreaming princeling, go back to sleep.”
The blonde croaked, “But she’s mine.” He was dumbfounded, still drunk out of his mind. Tears gathered in those Valyrian eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle at Criston’s ploy. Purring with satisfaction you added, “Roll over fool, you’ll wake up with a pounding head and a wife that doesn’t fuck your Kingsguard. Although she dreams of it.”
Aegon looked lost and sad but did so, rolling over and away from you two. Criston laid a possessive peck on your cheekbone, snickering, “Didn’t think he’d get all weepy about it.” You shrugged and replied, “Good. If he wasn’t such a brat I wouldn’t play this off. Need you too much.”
The brunette grinned easily, nosing against you. He rasped, “True. C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up dove.” He slid out with a hiss and the pair of you got quickly dressed— lest Aegon awaken again. You sent off the sweet knight with one more kiss, him escorting you to your separate chambers for the night. You wouldn’t sleep next to the drunk sot.
“Would you fuck Cole if you had the chance?,” Aegon asked abruptly during breakfast. It was just the two of you, the prince requesting a private audience. You raised a brow while nibbling on cheese, humming, “Why would you ask that? I’m sworn to you.”
He frowned, sagging into his chair, eyes rimmed and red. He muttered, “Had a strange dream, you were fucking Cole in our bed last night.” You laughed, a sudden burst. The prince hissed, “It wasn’t a joke, nor very pleasant. He’s a dumb dog, loyal to whoever throws a bone.”
You replied, “He’s merely chivalrous. Pretty face. Shame he’s common-born.” Aegon scoffed, biting into his meal.
“You’ll have no one but me,” he stated.
“Of course, husband dearest. You do love to remind me of that,” you said absently.
Aegon leveled you with a look, an attempt to intimidate. All you saw was fear. The prince’s crippling fear of being alone. Oh. It felt so good. You hoped next time he doesn’t fully wake up.
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Pink Pastels Pt 5
Description: You're walking home, alone, at night, because this is a spiderman fic and we have to have at least one of these
Warning! Reader is attacked, like shoved and cursed at but nothing happens bc Miguel obvi saves the day
Pt 6
It’s dumb, you know, a dumb dangerous idea to walk home alone, at night, but you just couldn’t stay at Todd’s anymore, and you left your car at your apartment. It was supposed to be a romantic evening, you got all dressed up, he took you to a nice restaurant, you were laughing, chatting, and he even seemed to be drinking less.
But then you got back to his, and it all went downhill. He convinced you to have one more drink, then he’d take you home, swearing up and down he was good to drive. He was not good to drive, in fact, the only thing he was good for was screaming at you for flirting with the waiter. The waiter, who was clearly gay and more into Todd than you.
You were not going to let a man scream at you, especially not one who claimed to love you, so you left. You felt proud of yourself for not engaging and keeping your head on straight, but now you were walking home alone in the dark, arms wrapped around you to keep yourself warm.
The moon and dim streetlights were your only sources of light, the street empty as the autumn winds rushed through the high rises, a forest of cinder block and cement, darkened windows like predatory eyes following your every step.
“Hey pretty lady, where you goin?” A voice called out from the shadows.
You kept your eyes forward, walking faster.
Suddenly, you felt someone grab your hair and yank you back, pain shooting through your scalp. “Bitch, I was talking to you.”
“I’m just going home, please, I don’t want any trouble.” You said evenly, trying to stay calm.
The man tsks and pulls you closer, tightening his grip on your hair.
Tears prick at your eyes, and you struggle against him. “Please, I’m a teacher, I don’t have any money.”
You feel a wet tongue drag up your neck, and you fight the urge to vomit. “A teacher huh? Always wanted to fuck my teachers, but they were stuck up bitches like you, never gave me the time of day.”
He shoved you back against the brick wall of the alley, and you tried to blink back your tears. “Please don’t, please, I just want to go home.” You plead, hands shaking, your heartbeat in your throat.
His face is partially hidden in the shadows, but you can see his wicked grin, the foam gathered at the edge of his lips. “It’s too late for that now.”
You can’t stop the tears from falling, as you struggle against him trying to catch his foot with your stiletto heel, it hits driving into his shoe, but then it snaps, and you’re left off balance.
“Stop fucking moving, you bi—” He’s cut off, his hands ripped from you as he’s slammed into the wall in front of you. The resounding crack of his bones is followed by a scream, a blur of motion, red and blue, and then…nothing.
You’re alone in the alley, tear-stained face, body trembling, your scalp tender from his harsh grip, but you’re alone.
There’s a soft sound from beside you, and you dart back, arms thrown out to protect yourself.
“Are you alright, ma’am?”
There standing before you, towering over you, is Spiderman.
“I don’t, I—” You dissolve into tears, covering your face with your hands. This is too much, first the fight with Todd, then the alley creep and now Spiderman? You’re definitely about to have a panic attack.
He approaches you cautiously, his hands held out in a pacifying motion until they land gently on your shoulders. “You’re safe now, he’s gone. I promise.”
He’s so warm, and his hands are so big, his thumbs gently caressing your skin, a repetitive back and forth motion that you focus on as you slow your breathing.
“Thank you.” You manage to choke out through your tears, looking up at the masked figure.
His eyes dilate and expand as they take you in, an almost dizzying thing to watch. “Why are you out here alone?”
You sniffle and shrug, feeling stupid. Why didn’t you call a cab or just suck it up and stay at Todd’s? Why did you risk it? “I got in a fight with my boyfriend.”
He makes a low sound of sympathy, tilting his head ever so slightly. “Why don’t I escort you home? Just to make sure you’re safe.”
“My shoe is broken.” You say pitifully, a fresh wave of tears appearing. “They were my favorite and now ones broken.”
“I’ll carry you, just hold on tight.” He says, scooping you up into his arms, then you’re being flung into the air.
You scream, clinging to him for dear life, burying your face in his broad chest, just barely managing to give him your address before another scream rips from your throat.
Finally, he sets you down on the front steps of your apartment building, your arms like a vice grip around him.
“No offense, but I hope I never have to experience that again.” You tell him as you untangle yourself from him.
“You’re not the first person to tell me that.” It sounds like he’s smiling, but you can’t tell under the mask.
“Well, again, thank you, I don’t know what would’v—” Another wave of tears surges forth and your tongue feels heavy, your body still trembling as you search in your purse for your keys.
“You’re safe, he’s gone, go inside and get some rest.” Spiderman gently orders, brushing your hair back from your face, his gloved fingers lingering along the curve of your cheek, catching your tears as they fall.
“I will, thank you.” You whisper, giving him one last look before disappearing into your building.
You’re watching the news the next morning and see reports of a wild animal attack downtown. The same section of town you were in last night. A chill runs down your spine, and you switch off the TV, grabbing your bag and heading out the door.
As you head out the lobby doors, one of the front desk girls calls out to you, a shoebox in hand.
You open the box in your car. It’s your shoes, well not your shoes, you left the broken one in the alley, the other you threw in the trash. These are a brand-new pair, same color, design, and size. As you pull them out, a card flutters into your lap.
New shoes, maybe get a new boyfriend with them to avoid any more nighttime incidents. -Spiderman
You laugh at that, tracing the letters of his name, a fluttering in your stomach at the memory of his toned body wrapped around you, of his raw strength as he quite literally threw your attacker into a brick wall. You slip the note into your purse and change into your new shoes, feeling strangely protected with them on. A placebo effect, you’re sure.
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Manhwa: Depths of Malice
Tags: Smut, NSFW
This manhwa is an abso lute banger. Its fun, its satisfying, hot people, hot FL who's a psycho as well as a schemer. Hot ML, who's also psycho. Power couple and all that.
This is a rant as well as an appreciation post.
First off, the FL, Verta, is dead set on revenge and SPOILER she gets revenge. Its so satisfying to read. And I think its so refreshing
Verta doesn't hide who she is. She actively gets revenge on those who wronged her. And she's a good actress. No scratch that, a superb actress! She has people around her thumb. Its honestly terrifying.
Another thing is, she doesn't care about other people. She doesn't care who she has to use or take down to get her revenge. And thats so badass. Its so refreshing to see a FL like this, who isnt just rude or puting up a facade. She's here to slay and we're here for it!
And most of the men here are awful. Just horrible human beings.
Exhibit A:
Lawrence, her then-fiancee
This bastard enjoys watching other me violate her. Specfically bis subordinate Baron Jacob. Honestly an ass. He dies by the way. Killed by Jacob beating him to death, due to a drug that increases one's stamina (that Verta gave).
Exhibit B:
Jacob
He's a sexy motherfucker. He's in love with Verta, but he cant do anything to help as he's under Lawrence. No excuse though. The fandom collectively agrees thst he's a prick. Love or no love, he let her be hurt. Due to the drug, He ends up killing Lawrence in a rage. Goes to prison.
Exhibit C:
Marquis Proud Carter
Another sexy motherfucker.
Caused Verta's (before posessing her body) mother do kill herself. A pedophile. Kidnapped a princess to make her his love-toy. Instigated most of her suffering. Gets exposed and executed in the end. Die you bastard!
Exhibit D:
Baron Ralph Maximilian
A mildly good-looking bastard.
Tries to violate Verta. Is a prick. I dont like him. Personality like shit. Is canonically a looser (said by his wife) and utterly pathetic. Gets killed by Verta. So badass of her.
Lets forget about the bad boys, lets look at the good boys.
A: Nathan
He's actually not a ML. He's actually a subordinate of Proud Carter, which makes him our(the fandom's) enemy too, but from the comments I've read, he's not too bad, other than the fact that he's an underdog of Proud. I almost forgot! He's a deuch to his fiance. She's so sweet. But he doesn't like her for whatever reason. His loss.
But he's head over heels for Verta. If Im being honest I don't think he's that bad. He's actually kinda sweet. And like a softie for our FL. Too bad, FL had to seduce him in order to kill him so that she could use his body for someone else's vessel.
I honestly think he ranks second in my books as ML. We love a guy who'd die for us to be together in the afterlife (eventhough Verta technically tricked him). Honestly I love him.
B: Yersha
He's the wizard that helps Verta. Good guy. Not a ML but still that pretty face earns some brownie points. Also, he uses Nathan's body as his vessel after he dies fir personal reasons. Very helpful to our FL. I liked his face. Not complaining cause Nathan's face is fine too.
C: Blaine Shade
A hottie. The actual ML. Marris Verta in the main story line. A physco in his own right. Tried killing his sister. Manipulative. Very sweet to Verta. Awesome chemistry between them both. Sexy. Very suave. Head over heels for FL. Honestly very good ML.
I have to make separate post for the Prince.
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Bi the Pricking of my Thumbs
Huge thanks to @galahadwilder for letting me play in your sandbox!
For those just tuning in, this story comes from THIS post. In case it’s not obvious, this is a piece in honor of pride month. It's safest to assume that no one is straight or cis in this story. If this is a problem for you, if Bi-drien and Bi-nette have no place in your head, this is probably not the story for you, and it would be better for both of us if you just take a hard pass and skip it. Sincere questions are welcome, but bi-phobia will not be tolerated.
Note: Chat’s father is a bigoted fuckwad, and Marinette knows the stats for poor outcomes for queer kids.
Also on AO3.
Chapter 1
"What do you think?" Marinette held up a sketch for Tikki to see the minor modification she wanted to make to her superhero look for the month of June.
"Very tasteful," Tikki said, clapping her little nubs together happily. As she examined the pink, blue and purple striped ribbons. "They’re clearly a nod to your own sexuality, helping bring awareness and visibility, while remaining your usual professional Ladybug self." She swooped in and nuzzled her holder's cheek. "It's so nice to see society changing their perspective on this matter."
"I can't wait to show Chat." At seventeen, she truly felt her partner was her best friend. Sure, she had very good friends in her civilian life, and some of them even unknowingly backed her up in battle now and again, but over time Chat's unwavering support had risen above the rest. About nine months after getting their miraculous, Master Fu started meeting with them to learn more about their individual specialties and powers. He gave them homework and exercises to work on both alone and together. Despite the covert nature of their time together, it had had the intense bonding impact of a week away at camp, adding to their already strong friendship.
While she still insisted they maintain their secret identities, she'd relaxed a lot as she'd grown more confident and sure of herself as both Ladybug and Marinette. She was no longer opposed to sharing personal details that wouldn't identify them, though in the last year she'd gradually accepted that a reveal wouldn't be such a bad thing. It had been nice to really get to know and understand her partner. Given his isolated upbringing and cold father, it made sense that he'd needed to learn proper social etiquette for pursuing someone romantically. She'd been gratified when he met up with her for training one evening with a heartfelt apology for his self-described "dudebro behavior." He'd been respectful and appropriate ever since.
"Didn't Chat say he was planning on coming out this month?" Tikki asked. "In his civilian life?"
Marinette nodded. “That’s part of why I want to do this, this year. I want to support him for a change.” He'd seen and heard how her own process worked for her. At fifteen, Ladybug came out as bi, letting her test the waters and see if she could handle the reaction without a super suit to deflect the cruelty she expected to follow. The following year, Marinette made it clear to those who hadn't already figured it out. Since it wasn't something she'd actively hidden, it wasn't a big surprise to her friends and family, though it was confirmation for those who didn't already know for sure.
Last year the two heroes had been asked to speak at Paris Pride Fortnight, and Chat Noir made a beautiful heartfelt speech at Tour Montparnasse, ultimately revealing that he wasn't merely a supportive ally, but that he was also bisexual. Only Ladybug knew that her sweet and kind partner was still very firmly in the closet as his unmasked self. She'd been the person he went to when he was starting to question his sexuality, and she'd been first person he'd told once he felt he knew where on the scale he landed. She suspected she was still the only one who knew, and she was excited and hopeful that his friends would be as supportive as hers were.
"It's about time to meet up with him," Marinette said. Technically it was a little early, but Chat was often early to their trainings. It got him out of his house and let him feel free. "Can we give the new ribbons a test run?"
"Of course!" Tikki said brightly. "You know the words."
* * *
Chat looked the part of an utterly dejected kitten when she found him atop the Eiffel Tower. He didn't even try to fake it when she zipped up to their favorite beam and landed beside his hunched form. He glanced at her, a deep hurt clear in his eyes before he returned his gaze to Paris. "Hey Bug," he said softly.
"May I hug you?" She was pretty sure of the answer, but she needed to be sure. "You look like you need a hug or thirty-six."
He let out a totally unamused snort. "I would love a hug, and I'm not sure thirty-six even comes close to what I need." His voice sounded rough, something she'd learned happened when he'd fought with his father. Shouting and crying were hard on him.
She threw her arms around him, pulling him close. "I'm happy to listen if you want to talk about it. But we can also sit quietly if that would help you more. It's entirely your call."
He took a shuddering breath and burrowed into her shoulder.
"Oh Kitty, I'm so sorry," she murmured, moving to lean against an upright beam so she could better hold his weight. "Whatever it is, I'm here for you."
After many long minutes, he seemed to relax, the shakiness had passed. "It's my father," he muttered. "But you probably already guessed that."
She was starting to think the biggest danger in revealing identities was that she'd straight up murder his father once she knew who he was. The abusive fuckwad.
"I told him that I planned to come out as bi in the next few days, and… I knew he wouldn't like it, so I'd done my research. I had a whole presentation on my planned social media announcements and stuff. I had statistics to show that it wouldn't hurt in faaa - our line of business." He let out a heavy sigh.
"It didn't go well?" She wished everyone had parents like hers. So supportive and loving.
"Ha!" He let out a mirthless laugh. "Apparently, he didn't realize I wasn't straight." He sat up, rubbing angrily at his face. "I guess that means I've done a good job at hiding it, or maybe he really pays as little attention to me as my friends say."
She caught his hand. "Did he hurt you?"
He cringed and she wished she could take back her words at the pain they obviously caused. "I have no illusions that he loves me. I'm not sure he's capable of it. And I kind of thought he didn't feel anything, that maybe he wasn't human enough to have emotions anymore, but the disgust… the absolute revulsion he feels for me being bi… it hurt far more than any slap or punch could have."
She scowled out at the lights of Paris. "Just so we're clear here, I hate your father. I've never really hated anything, not truly hated it before. It's kind of a gross feeling."
"Yeah. I know what you mean." His voice was soft, and she wondered how many times he tried to convince himself that he didn't really hate his father. "Anyway, I… I don't think it's going to be possible for me to be public about my sexuality until I move out. He hauled out his usual array of threats if I go against his wishes and come out as planned."
"Oh my god, is he Hawkmoth?" she demanded. "Because he sure as hell is having a go at being Paris' greatest villain." She shook her head. "You're seventeen. You know how you feel, and science is behind us on this. Sexuality isn't binary and all evidence suggests that treating your queer kids like there's something wrong with them increases their risk of alcohol and drug use, depression, and suicide." Though she had to miss more meetings than she wanted, she'd joined the Lycee chapter of the Gender and Sexuality Alliance in her first year there. Lots of people thought she was just being supportive of Marc since it was also the year they started collaborating on cross disciplinary projects. With the meetings she’d made it to, she'd learned more than she'd ever wanted to know about poor outcomes for teens like them.
She turned to give Chat a full once-over. "You're not okay, Chat. And that's fair. It would be unreasonable to expect you to be okay while living in the home of a man who finds your sexuality disgusting. For your own well-being, I think you need to start looking at getting out of there as soon as you can. Whether you get your own place, or you stay with friends, you need to get out of that house."
He nodded, looking a bit surprised by her vehemence.
"You're beautiful and amazing, and I'm so proud of you." She caught his face in both her hands. "You are perfect the way you are. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you."
Even in the low light, she caught the warm flush of pink in his cheeks. "Thanks, Milady."
"And I need you to do me a favor." She picked up one of his hands, clasping it firmly between hers.
"Anything," he whispered.
"I need you to tell me immediately if you ever feel like harming yourself.” She was completely serious, and she saw surprise on his face.
“Oh, I’d never…”
She shook her head. “No Chat. You may think you’d never, right now. But that can change. And it can change so fast.” She squeezed his hand. “You may feel like you’re deflecting your father’s hostility and negative reaction, but some of that gets through. And it will every time. It will add up, and it can suffocate you. So promise, please.”
Understanding washed away the surprise. He nodded.
“I need you, Kitty,” she said gently. “I really can’t do this without you. I wouldn’t have the heart to keep doing it.”
His smile was weak and watery, but it was sincere. “Thanks Milady.”
“And you’ll work on getting out of the house?” she asked, certain it was the long-term solution he really needed.
“I’m going to need to think that one over a bit more,” he admitted with a shrug. “There’s… a lot to consider.”
“There is,” she agreed. “And if you can’t figure it all out, let me know. I’ll help. I’ll find you a place to stay if need be.”
He hugged her again, for a long moment.
As she tightened her grip on him, she considered what else he could to to feel better. “Maybe you should find one friend, one person who you know will absolutely not blab to others, and let them know. You deserve to have someone in your regular life who you can share this stuff with.”
“It seems unfair to burden any of my friends with this secret,” he admitted.
“My Maman has a saying about that,” she pointed out. “A burden shared, is a burden halved. Just make sure it’s someone who will respect your need for secrecy.”
“I’ll think about it,” he agreed. “Like seriously and for real.
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Everything Will Be Okay
Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity
Ship: Reki Kyan x Langa Hasegawa
Warnings: a little cursing, hurt/comfort, not proofread
Notes: oh look another 1am vent fic. but anyway uh. transphobes suck my dick reki is bi and trans ✌
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“Can I ask you a question, Reki?”
“I guess, sure.”
“How come you never talk about your dad?”
He turned to Langa with wide eyes, shocked that the question left his mouth. It was just curiosity, he knew. And there were pictures of his dad all around the house, so it wasn’t like his. His mom talked about him all the time, too. But it was a…rough subject.
“You don’t have to answer, I know sometimes complicated things are hard to talk about—”
He shook his head, sitting up from laying his head on his shoulder. “We, ah…we don’t really get along.”
“Anything you want to share? I won’t pressure you, but I’m always here to talk if you want to.”
Reki slowly nodded and ran his hand through his hair. His headband had been discarded some time ago when they started watching skating videos—when there was nothing to do, he curled into Langa’s side and he liked to play with his hair.
He tugged at the front of his shirt, like usual whenever he looked down at himself and sighed. “He travels a lot. For work, y’know. So he’ll be gone for weeks at a shot. I don’t really spend a lot of time at the house when he is home, though. More or less because he still sees me as his ‘little girl’ and refuses to admit anything else.”
Langa took his hand and kissed his knuckles. Despite how much skating he did and how scuffed up he got, his hands were always so gentle and soft against his.
“I’m sorry he doesn’t see you for who you are,” he said, running his thumb over the back of his hand. “I can’t imagine that.”
He shrugged, dejected. “I guess it doesn’t really matter. We used to be really close, but if he doesn’t want to know me, there’s no point in trying to make that relationship work. Not when there are so many people who do, y’know?”
Langa sighed and shook his head. He reached up and tilted his chin up to look at him. “You’re saying that because you want him to care, aren’t you?”
He nodded, leaning forward to lay his head on Langa’s shoulder again. Slowly, they wrapped their arms around each other, Langa pulling him into a comforting hug.
Reki felt hot tears prick his eyes and threaten to fall, but he held them back the best he could. Now wasn’t the time to lose it, he reminded himself. He didn’t need to be bitching about all this shit with his dad when Langa didn’t even have his anymore—
“It’s okay,” Langa mumbled into his ear. “I love you, Reki. You can let it out.”
And with those few words, he melted. There was nothing to stop those tears, not when there was so much to think about.
When he told his parents he liked boys and girls, his dad told him “as long as you don’t go parading it around, you’re okay”. And later his mom tucked him in (using that as an excuse to talk to him) and told him she’d always love him, no matter who he loved or what people said about him. Then, a year or so later, he told his mom he didn’t feel like a girl. And when he said “I like the name Reki”, she started using it, as did Koyomi. Chihiro and Nanaka were too young to know any different.
And then he told his father. A last-ditch effort to be open and honest with the same man that never looked at him the same after he told him he wouldn’t care if he fell in love with guys or girls (or anyone in between, and he learned more about that later). Unfortunately, his endeavor was useless—all he got was ignored and deadnamed and invalidated whenever he was home. For someone who spent all their free time with him when he was a kid, for everything to change so quickly in only a few years broke his heart.
There were people that loved him, sure. And he was getting around to loving himself, although that was a lot harder. And he didn’t know if he’d ever love anyone more than he loved Langa. The people that mattered to him cared about him and he knew that. They respected him enough to take him at his word when he said “this is who I am”.
But he craved that validation and that comfort from someone he didn’t have it from anymore, and he couldn’t explain how much that hurt.
“I’m sorry,” he said, face buried in Langa’s shoulder. “I shouldn’t be so upset, it’s useless anyway…”
He tried to pull away, but Langa held his face only a few inches away from his own. “Feel your feelings, Reki. You’re allowed to be upset about this. It’s something important and hard on you. It’s okay.”
Reki sniffed and smiled. He wiped his eyes for him. “Thank you, Snow. You mean a lot to me.”
Langa bumped his nose against his and offered a gentle smile. He felt a little lighter after getting some of that out, now, even if he didn’t tell him everything right away.
Things were gonna be okay. They always were.
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Hi lovely 💖 I have a request for some reca for the community. I have no idea how to search for it but I have a burning need for fics involving John being a confident flirt or coming on to Sherlock and S being a blushing disaster. I know I’ve read some before (like the one where John is a wereslut lmao) but I can’t think of anymore. Anyone in the remaining hive mind got ideas? 💖💖💖 thank you for doing god’s work in these trying times and always being wonderful.
Hey Lovely!!
Ahhh I think the fics on my John Centric Fics / Sex God John masterpost might be good!
Here’s some flirting fics, so thank you for the excuse to start a new list!! <3 Of course, if anyone has any suggestions, please add your own! <3
FLIRTING
Sherlock and John Go Clubbing by wendymarlowe (E, 4,716 w., 3 Ch. || Clubbing, Dirty Talk, Dancing, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Bi John, For a Case, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Sherlock is Lost for Words, Sexy John, Mutual Pining, Possessive John, Floor Sex/Hand Job/Frottage) – John pinched the bridge of his nose - even for Sherlock, this was a new level of no bloody boundaries. “You want me to go with you to a gay club, wait around twiddling my thumbs while I let you get pawed by a criminal, then out-flirt him and talk you into coming home with me instead?” Part 32 of John and Sherlock's Kinky First Times
The Effect of Memory by testosterone_tea (E, 6,430 w., 1 Ch. || Praise Kink, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Smut, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Confused Sherlock) – John has temporary amnesia coming off of anaesthesia after an operation and not only does he not recognize Sherlock, he starts flirting with him! After John recovers, he doesn’t remember the incident at all. But Sherlock does. Confusion ensues.
To Quote Malcolm Tucker; or, Get The Fuck In or Fuck The Fuck Off by kim47 (T, 8,484 w., 1 Ch. || Jealous Sherlock, Flirting, Cockblocking) – Sherlock is cockblocker and a prick tease and John is not amused.
A Brand of Gold by aquabelacqua (M, 12,757 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, POV John, Phone Sex, Texting, Masturbation, Long Distance, Drunk Texting) – What am I doing? he wondered. The answer came back at once: Flirting. He let the vital, missing piece snap into place as surely and as cleanly as if it had always been there. He was flirting with Sherlock Holmes.
The shape of the world around us by Salambo06 (E, 15,058 w., 5 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Lumberjack John / Botanist Sherlock, Different First Meeting, John Has a Beard, Light Case Fic, Flirting, First Kiss / Time, Masturbation, Love at First Sight, Horny Sherlock, John’s Bum, Bottomlock, Tenderness, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Shy Sherlock, Sexual Fantasies) – Looking through the bush, Sherlock felt his heartbeat quicken as a man passed in front of him. Sherlock frowned, trying to get a closer look despite the bush. The man was wearing a red plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows, and Sherlock couldn't take his eyes off the man’s arms. Muscular, slightly tanned with golden hairs along his forearms. For some unknown reason, Sherlock found himself imagining them around his waist, holding him tightly. Closing his eyes for the briefest second, Sherlock shook his head. Opening his eyes and looking back to where the man stood only a moment prior, he found himself alone. Great, now his only chance to find his way back to town was gone. “Why are you wearing a suit?”
Second Chance by SilentAuror (E, 15,816 w., 1 Ch. || Post-HLV, Post-Divorce, Friends to Lovers, UST, Romance) – Now that John's divorce has gone through and the dust is settling, Sherlock thinks that he would very much like to see if there is any possibility of moving their friendship in another direction. The only thing is, he has no idea how to go about doing that...
Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...
You're On the Air by prettysailorsoldier (M, 20,616 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock, Matchmaking, Radio, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Flirting, Bisexual John) – The Consulting Detective and The Woman dominate the airwaves of their university radio station, doling out advice on everything from meeting the parents to sexual positions. When their ratings start to dip before the holidays, however, manager Mike thinks it's time for some fresh blood, and who better to fill in the gaps than rugby captain--and notorious flirt--John Watson? Part 1 of 25 Days of Johnlock
Guilty Secrets by Ellipsical (E, 55,086 w., 16 Ch. || Post-TRF, Drumsticks, First Kiss/Time, Love Confession, Self-Sexual-Discovery, Anal, Rimming, Orgasm Denial, Butt Plugs, Cooking, Furniture Sex, Bath Sex, Rimming, Double Penetration, Prostate Massage, Anal Beads, Dancing, Romance, Tantric Edging, Internalized Homophobia, Case as Foreplay, Anal Beads, Tickling, Dancing, Dry Coming, Romance) – John has a prostate exam and discovers something surprising about himself. Experimentation follows. Sherlock wants to help. They're in love. You know the drill.
A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of SpaceBois go to Space
floating through a dark blue sky by Lediona (M, 58,966 w., 15 Ch. || Notting Hill AU || POV John, Celebrity Sherlock, First Date / Time / Kiss, Past Drug Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending) – Of course, I’d seen his films and always thought he was, well, brilliant -- but, you know, a million miles from the world I live in. Or, when John is the owner of a travel book shop and the famous Sherlock Holmes stops in one day.
31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots.
A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?
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pink lemonade
A/n: I...had a cliche moment of I wrote this and it got deleted bc my computer had a hissy fit while I was trying to find a good pic to use. All I want to say is that I spent weeks agonizing over this piece because I wasn’t sure that it was good enough and that it touched on bi!reader as much as it should. I started it out in Harry’s POV and it kind of just took off from there. This is very heavily based off a song from one of my favorite bands. It’s called pink lemonade by the wombats and it really gave me inspiration to write this whole fic and for my reader and flatmate!h. I hope that I did this justice, because as a bi woman, I know how little representation we get in media and in fics. So thank you to the beautiful @bopbopstyles and @harrysclementines for hosting a challenge that made me feel included. I really appreciate and love you both so much!
warnings: smut, drug use mention, angst, harry’s pov
word count: 4.3k+
Please enjoy and feel free to tell me what you think!
Friday Night
Harry remembers the day he met his flatmate.
She was a little shorter than him, but her personality definitely made her seem much taller. She had her hair up in a messy bun, her Rolling Stones shirt tucked in, and her jeans cuffed at the bottom. She introduced herself to him with a dazzling smile and a witty joke about being a stereotypical bisexual being. It made him laugh, pulling her into a hug (after asking her permission) because they were going to be flatmates and she needed to know he was a hugger. He didn’t want to start off on an awkward note with a person he would be spending so much time with. He suggested they order some pizza and drink wine on the floor of their living room on their first night.
Their furniture hadn’t been delivered or moved in yet, so they had to settle for putting a few of y/n’s pillows under their bums while they watched comedy specials on Harry’s laptop. A majority of their evening was spent giggling and sharing stories about their previous experiences with old girlfriends. He found it oddly comforting that the beautiful girl was a little bit different, because he had always felt that way in life. With her, he didn’t feel so alone in being different. Perhaps that was one of the things that made him fall in love with her. She was a bright, radiant soul that brought him more joy than anyone else ever had. But she could be a bit thick, sometimes.
As he watched her prance around their apartment in her tight mini-dress, he tried his best not to let her see his obvious attraction to her.
The pillow on his lap would seem obvious to just about anyone else, but not to his precious flatmate. She practically floated through life, oblivious to how people looked at her when she moved. She was like a walking porn ad, her beautiful hair and gorgeous smile nearly impossible to ignore. He tried not to focus too hard on what she was wearing, but christ, it was hard not to. Her legs looked a little longer due to the black heeled booties she’d put on and she was most definitely wearing tights with little sparkles in the fabric.
He hated seeing her dressed up like this, knowing that he wouldn’t be the one sliding his hands up her dress in the backseat of the taxi on the way home. He wouldn’t be the one gripping at her thighs while she straddled him on their shared couch. He wouldn’t be the one making her scream, unable to contain herself as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of her. He hated that she was wearing the perfect shade of red on her lips, a shade that painted the walls of the prison cell in his own personal hell inside. He wanted to smear it off her lips with his own, kissing her until she was breathless and begging.
Instead, he flipped through the channels on the telly, pretending to pay attention.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come out, Harry?” She stood in front of him, pouting her lips out as she tilted her head to the side. He shook his head as she crossed her arms, the gesture pushing her breasts up just a little. Fuck me, Harry thought. “You love going out!”
“I know, love.” He grumbled, glancing behind her as if she was in the way. “But I’m not really in the mood to party tonight and I don’t want to bring the mood down.”
“Well, I don’t feel right going out without you.” She sighed, dropping her arms to the side, causing Harry to look up at her. “Maybe I should stay home? We can order takeout and-”
“Absolutely not.” He shook his head. “You have a date. You can’t stand him up!”
“He’s just some rando from Tinder, I really don’t care about his feelings.,H.” She snorted out a laugh, rolling those perfect eyes as he tried to fight off a smile. “I’d rather be with you if you’re feeling down.”
“Don’t give up the chance for a good time because I’m a grumpy old man.” He shook his head. “I really want you to go out.”
“Okay, okay.” She let out a heavy exhale, stepping farther away. “How do I look?”
“Perfect.” He didn’t tear his eyes away from the telly, knowing he would overshare if he actually looked at her right now.
“You didn’t even look!” She laughed around a playful groan. “Boys.”
“I’m a man, love!” He called out as she walked into the kitchen for her keys. “If you’re too drunk, call me. Don’t go home with your random tinder date and-”
“Lock the door when I’m home.” She nodded. “I know the rules, dad.”
“Please do not ever call me that again.” Harry narrowed his eyes at her. “Go, get out of here and go have some fun. Tell everyone I said hi.”
“I will!” She smiled. “Bye, roomie!”
“Bye!” He waved, his heart sinking as the door shut behind her. “Guess I’ll be having a sad wank about that later.”
Harry grumbled, sinking further into the cushions of their shared couch.
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Saturday Morning
The guy from Friday seemed to be a keeper.
He was there the next morning when Harry was making a hangover breakfast in the kitchen for his flatmate. He strutted in without a shirt or a word, reaching for a coffee cup as if he owned the place. Last time Harry checked, only two people paid rent here. Harry watched from the stove, spatula in hand as he glared at the man’s back. What a sodding prick. With a quick roll of his eyes, Harry pushed around the potatoes he’d chopped up earlier. Of course she brought him home. It had been weeks since she’d had a proper shag and it was bound to happen sooner or later. And even if Harry hated to admit it, the man standing in his kitchen gave it to her proper. Harry closed his eyes, cringing at memory of her moans melded with the banging of her headboard against the wall last night.
He hadn’t heard her moan out like that in a long time. Halfway through orgasm number two out of god knows how many, Harry shoved his headphones in and tried not to cry. He hated that someone else was making her feel so good that she was screaming the bloody walls down. He wanted to sink into her, to have her screaming out his name instead. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not even in his dreams could he have her, always cutting off right around the time his hands landed on her hips.
“Oh, didn’t see you there, mate.” The guy turned around. “M’Alfie.”
“Harry.” He grumbled, reaching up to the heat down. “Y/N’s roommate.”
“She told me about you.” Alfie nodded. “Said you’re a right laugh when you’re drinking.”
“Did she now?” Harry hummed as if he was actually interested in the conversation.
“Shame you didn’t come out with us.” Alfie said. “Y/N was a fucking animal. Have you ever had sex with her? I mean she’s amazing when she’s high.”
Harry wanted to vomit.
This guy was a total prick.
“Yeah, what a shame.” Harry cleared his throat, glancing over at Alfie. “When Y/N wakes up, let her know that breakfast is here. She’s going to want two pieces of toast with butter.”
“I will tell her.” Alfie sipped out of the bright pink mug and Harry’s face grew hot. That was his mug, the one that Y/N got him for Christmas last year. The little lamb on the front with a comical smile was mocking him now. “You alright, mate?”
“Yeah, I’m stellar.”
Harry stormed out of the kitchen and down the hall.
He nearly made it to his door when she stumbled out of her bedroom.
“Morning, Harry.” She yawned before smiling at her roommate.
He didn’t respond, ducking past her and into his bedroom.
Maybe he didn’t really know the girl he loved after all.
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Another Magical Friday Night
Alfie, as it turns out, wasn’t a keeper.
During their second escapade, Alfie shouting to the top of his lungs pulled Harry out of his half-asleep state. His heart sank and his blood ran cold as he sprinted out of his bedroom to Y/N’s. When he got there, Alfie was storming out of her bedroom, half dressed with a red face. Harry stood in Y/N’s doorway, avoiding her gaze as she struggled to put a t-shirt on. After a few moments, Harry couldn’t stand to hear her soft whimpers and loud sniffles. He tore his own shirt off, walking over to where she was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed in front of her.
“S’alright,” He cooed, sitting down in front of her as he slipped his shirt over her head. “It’s okay, love.”
“I’m sorry we woke you up.” She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to the column of his throat as she cried. “I know you have an early yoga class tomorrow.”
“Please don’t apologize.” He said softly, rubbing his hand over her back. “Tell me what he did?”
“He didn’t do anything.” She shook her head, pulling back as she wiped at her cheeks. “I just...Alfie dabbles a bit in drugs and I tried some with him last week, but I didn’t like it. I told him I didn’t want to do it again and he called me a whore and a tease.”
Harry’s jaw tensed as he watched his best friend hiccup, swiping under her eyes again.
“You are not a whore.” Harry reached up, gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, demanding her attention. “Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you need to be ashamed of yourself.”
“Thank you.” She sniffled. “Sleep with me tonight?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Let’s go to my room instead, okay?”
He didn’t have the heart to tell her he couldn’t sleep in her bed right now.
Not after Alfie had been in it.
“Okay.” She gave him a wavering smile. “Thank you, H.”
“Anytime.”
Harry held her that night, his heart pounding against his chest as she cuddled into him.
As he drifted off, he mumbled out loud, “This must be what heaven feels like.”
He hoped she didn’t hear him.
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Harry decided that if Y/N was going out this Friday, he was too.
He couldn’t stand the thought of her going out without him by her side after last week’s incident with Alfie. There was no Tinder date for her to meet up with, just Harry and a few other friends who wanted to have a good time. They got ready in their shared bathroom together, pre-gaming with whatever they had left as they sang loudly to Harry’s pre-game playlist. When she spritzed her perfume over her neck, Harry’s mouth started to water.
The warm vanilla and citrus hybrid was damn near a love potion to him.
“Alright,” She nodded, giving herself a once over in the mirror. “I’m ready.”
“You look perfect.” He smiled, trailing his eyes up from her vegan, leather combat boots to her black skinny jeans, finally settling on the lacy bodysuit that she had recently purchased. “S’a bit like lingerie, innit it?”
“Yeah.” She shrugged her shoulders, pursuing her lips as Harry looked at her eyes. “But it’s nice and light and extremely sexy.”
“One of those nights?” Harry’s brows quirked up and he forced a little smirk to settle on his lips as she nodded. “Good, you deserve a bit of fun.”
And he actually meant it, this time.
She did deserve to have a little fun after Alfie
He could suck it up for one night if the girl he loved would be happy at the end of it.
“I do.” She giggled, reaching down to grab the bottle of tequila set on the bathroom countertop, wiggling it around. “One more shot for good luck?”
“Pour it up.”
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Harry bucked his hips up as the girl above him rolled her hips over his denim clad cock.
This time, he brought someone home.
Granted, Y/N brought someone home as well, he now had a distraction to keep his mind busy and his cock wet while his flatmate got off. The girl he’d met at the club was so sweet, her hazel eyes enticing him the moment his gaze met hers. Her lips were so soft and they tasted like strawberries. He wondered what Y/N tasted like? They were normally covered in gloss when she went out, shiny and peachy. Did her lips taste like peach? Harry closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as the girl dug her nails into his stomach.
“Can I take your pants off?” She asked, timid and soft. Nothing like Y/N demanding the naughtiest of things on the other side of the wall. “I’m ready to...I want to ride you.”
“Okay, yeah.” Harry opened his eyes, sitting up as he wrapped his arms around her. He pressed a few soft kisses over her jaw before catching her mouth in his. “Just a second, love.”
“You’re sweet.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, swinging her leg over his thighs as he reached for his buttons.
“Fuck, yes!”
Harry rolled his eyes, fumbling with the zipper on his trousers as the girl next to him slapped her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh.
“She’s loud.” She giggled, reaching down to start working on her heels.
“I know.” Harry sighed. “I’m really sorry about that. I...I didn’t know she would be bringing someone-”
“Right there, y/n! Yes baby yes!”
“Jesus.” He let out a huff, reaching his hand up to tap the wall with his fist. “Oi, other people are trying to have fun here.”
“Oh my god.” The girl tossed her head back, barking out a laugh. “You don’t have to do that, it’s fine.”
“Sorry, H.” Y/N called back. “We’ll keep it down.”
“I just don’t want to ruin the mood for us.” He shuffled out of his jeans and boxers, tossing them to the side before he looked back at her.
“I’m okay.” She climbed on top of him again, her shoes now tossed aside and her dress hiked up to her hips. “I really, really don’t care about anything else but fucking you right now.”
“Oh.” Harry’s cheeks were surely tinged pink as she gripped his cock in her hand, stroking up with gentle movements. “Fuck, that’s nice.”
“Good.” She leaned forward, pressing her free hand to his shoulder. He fell back onto the mattress, dropping his hands to her thighs. “I promise I’m gonna make you cum so hard, you won’t even know there’s anyone else in the world besides me.”
Harry dropped his head back, digging his nails into her thighs as she lined herself up with his cock. It had been so long since he’d fucked anyone, his emotions for Y/N a huge cock-block that he couldn’t seem to shake. Other girls just didn’t do it for him anymore. But tonight, the alcohol in his veins and the vision of Y/N nearly fingering some girl in the back of the club reminded him that he was free to fuck whoever he wanted, despite his love for Y/N.
“Y/N!”
Harry let out a heavy sigh through his nose, the sound of Y/N’s one night stand screaming making the fire in his belly dim just a little. He didn’t even care that his own girl was sinking onto his cock, soaking wet and tight like a vice. He barely even remembered that she was on top of him until she moaned his name out.
He opened his eyes, watching her face contort as she settled onto his thighs.
“You’re huge.” She whispered, tilting her head back. “I swear I’ve never had...never had someone so big, fuck.”
“Yeah?” He licked over his bottom lip, sliding a palm up to her belly. “Feel me there?”
“Mhm.” She whimpered, gripping onto his wrist. “M’so full.”
“Y/N, please let me cum.”
Harry let out a frustrated sigh, reaching his hands up to rub over his face.
“Are they bothering you?” The girl asked softly, lifting off of his cock. “Because it seems like they are.”
“A little, yeah.” Harry nodded, wincing as his cock slapped against his stomach. “I’m really sorry, it’s not that you aren’t amazing-”
“I get it, it’s okay.” She fell next to him as his cock started to soften. “I would be kind of wigged out if my roommate was fucking while I was too.”
“She does this every Friday night.” Harry said. “And...not to continue ruining whatever we had going between us, but I’m kind of in love with her.”
“Oh.” The girl whispered. “That would really turn me off.”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “And I was trying to have fun for once, you know? Because she seems to go about life oblivious to my feelings and I’m stuck pining for her while she’s fucking whoever she wants to.”
“Do you think she knows that you like her?” His date asked.
“I don’t know, probably not.” He mumbled, turning his head to look at her. “You don’t have to listen to me moan on about it, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay.” She turned on her side, pressing her palm to his chest. “I have a feeling you haven’t talked to anyone about this and it’s not very healthy to keep things bottled up.”
“You’re right about that.” Harry smiled. “You know, I have a friend who would absolutely adore you.”
“Is it Y/N?” She giggled. “Because I don’t swing that way.”
“Oi, you think I’d let you shag the girl I just told you I’m in love with?” He laughed, his brows crinkling together as he reached over to pinch her hip. “It’s not her.”
“Good.” She laughed with Harry, sliding closer to him. “Would it be weird if I stay?”
“No,” He shook his head. “It’s the least I can do after wasting your time.”
“And...what about a cuddle?” She asked. “Because I do enjoy a good cuddle session.”
“I can deal with that, I think.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. “Thank you.”
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The next morning, Harry was livid.
He sent his date, Halle was her name, off with a sweet kiss and a coffee to-go. Maybe in another life, she would have been perfect for him. A soft, sweet girl with kind eyes and a willingness to listen to him. Unfortunately for him, he was too far up his obnoxious flatmate’s ass to see anyone else. And even if it made things awkward between them, he had to tell her how he felt. There was no way he could keep going on like this if there was a way to prevent it.
“Good morning,” She chirped, her hand linked with the girl she brought home last night. “Are we having breakfast?”
“You can do whatever the fuck you want.” Harry snapped, taking his coffee mug and his breakfast plate from the counter. “I don’t care.”
Y/N’s jaw dropped and the girl’s eyes grew wide.
Harry didn’t say another word, walking past the two girls.
He hated being a dick, but lashing out made him feel the tiniest bit better about what happened last night. He pushed his bedroom door open with his hip, settling back into bed as he flicked through his options on Netflix. He wasn’t even thinking of Y/N, his mind struggling to remember whether or not he’d seen the last episode of the Great British Bake-Off. When he realized that he hadn’t, clicking on the title to start the episode, his bedroom door flew open and his roommate stormed in.
“Fuck you!” She snapped, reaching for his remote, standing in front of his bed with a scowl on her perfect lips. “I don’t know who pissed in your cheerios this morning, but you don’t get to talk to me like that! Especially not in front of guests.”
“Okay.” Harry shrugged. “Can I have my remote-”
“No, you can’t!” She shouted, tossing her hands up as she let out a noise crossed between a groan and a growl. “What’s your deal?”
“I haven’t exactly finished my coffee, love.” Harry was trying not to relish in the sight of his roommate frustrated and adorable. The feeling she was experiencing now was a fraction of what he felt every time he heard her through the wall. “Maybe come back later?”
“Are you upset because I fucked someone last night and you didn’t?” Her brows shot up. “I know you didn’t cum last night and neither did the girl you brought home. Are you mad because you’re shit in bed?”
“Maybe we were quiet. You know, decent and considerate of other people,” The smile he gave her was sarcastic. “Or maybe- and this is a good one- maybe, I had a girl sitting on my cock, ready to fuck me so bloody good I would cry, but I couldn’t let her because all I could think about was how much I love you. ”
“What?” She asked, her mouth falling ajar.
“Maybe when I was kissing her at the club, I was thinking about kissing you.” He set his coffee mug down on his nightstand, continuing on. “And maybe when I had my fingers in her cunt, I was thinking about you. And maybe, just maybe, every time you fuck someone so loud that it keeps me up at night, I wish it was me instead.”
She didn’t say anything, watching as Harry moved forward. He snagged the remote from her hand, proud of his little confession. He turned the show back on, ignoring his roommate as she stood there with her eyes wide. He smirked, crossing his legs before he settled his hand on his stomach.
“You process that and I’m just gonna watch Noel and Paul bicker.” Harry said.
“You’re an asshole.” She whispered. “You...you can’t just be upset with me because I didn’t know that you liked me.”
“I’m not upset with you,” He said. “I’m a little upset that I was trying to have a good time for once and you ruined it with you and your girl’s pornstar moaning, but I’m not upset with you. That would be extremely unfair of me.”
“Why have you never said anything?” She cleared her throat, fidgeting with the hem of her oversized shirt. “We’ve been roommates for years, Harry.”
“Because I love you as a friend, too.” He started. “I didn’t want to risk it.”
“And now?” She squeaked out. “You’re willing to risk it now?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’m tired of wishing that it was me on the other side of this wall, Y/N. So...take some time to think about what I said and let me know if you’d be willing to give it a try. No hard feelings if you don’t want the same thing, I completely understand and I’ll respect your choice either way. We’ll just have to work out some arrangement where you let me know when you have someone-”
“I want to try.” She said quickly, kneeling on the edge of the bed. “Because I really like you, Harry. Like, the only reason I’ve brought so many people back home with me is because I couldn’t have you. I knew that there was no way in hell you would like a girl like me. I’m obnoxious and boisterous and just...I didn’t think I was your type.”
“You’re kidding?” His brows shot up. “You thought...oh my god, we’re both bloody idiots.”
“You’re telling me.” She laughed, falling on her ass in front of him. “This whole time I’ve been fucking people that loudly to make you jealous and the entire time you’ve been listening, imaging it was you?”
“I guess so.” He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Well, I guess that leaves us with two options.”
“And what might those be?” She asked, a soft smile settling on her lips.
“I take you out for brunch, maybe a nice walk in the park, and then I bring you home and fuck you so hard you won’t even remember the orgasms you had last night.” He lifted one finger up, smiling as he watched her inhale sharply. “Or option two, I fuck you now and we go to brunch later?”
“Wouldn’t it just be lunch by then?” She tilted her head to the side, playfully narrowing her eyes at him. “I mean...that defeats the purpose, yeah?”
“Really, that’s-” Harry let out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re missing the point.”
“I’m not.” She leaned forward, sliding her hands over his thighs. “I see it clear as day.”
“And what does your heart tell you to do?” He licked over his bottom lip as she moved closer, her nose nearly bumping against his.
“To take you up on option two.” She whispered. “Because it’s really not fair that I came five times last night and you didn’t come, not even once.”
“Fuck.” Harry sputtered out as she brushed her lips over his. “Kiss me?”
She pressed her lips into his, moving his body back onto his pillows. She moved over him, straddling his thighs as she deepened the kiss. When her tongue slipped over his bottom lip, his mouth fell open in response. His hands fell to her hips, digging into the soft flesh as his mind tried to catch up. The girl of his dreams was sitting on his lap, in his bed, and she wanted him. She wanted him just as bad as he wanted her. He couldn’t believe that this was happening, sure that he was just a fever dream or a nightmare that he would wake up from any second. But he was brought back to reality when her tongue slipped over his.
And at that moment, Harry knew he was right.
She did taste like peach.
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Chapter 9 - Hold Back
Dialogue heavy. Hmm.
TW: truth serum, dubcon touching (not really sexual), intimate whumper
Tag list: @whatwasmyprevioususername @milk-carton-whump @whumpasaurus101 @whatwhumpcomments @mnmlover2002 @ashintheairlikesnow
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Charlie’s heart was racing. Truth serum? I’m fucked.
His arms ached as he held himself up. He held his breath, anticipating another question.
“So, your friend. What’s his name?” Mallory asked.
“Rex Quinn,” Charlie spoke without hesitation.
Fuck.
Mallory’s smug look made Charlie clench his jaw. If he had the strength, he’d punch him right in the nose. But his arms were tired; he was forced to lie back down.
“Do you know what he’s up to?”
“I have no idea,” Charlie said.
“Does your team know?”
“They didn’t know where he was when I asked them.”
Mallory seemed disappointed. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.
“Well, at least I know his name now. All thanks to you,” he said, patting Charlie on the shoulder.
“Why do you even want his name? What’s that going to give you?” Charlie asked.
“A name can go a long way,” Mallory replied, “There’s a lot of ways to find things out with only a name.”
Charlie rubbed his eyebrows, trying to find some relief from the sharp pain radiating throughout his head.
“Maybe if you would have told me earlier, you wouldn’t be in so much pain,” Mallory teased.
“Maybe if you weren’t such an asshole,” Charlie muttered.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
Charlie shot a glare at him. He knew he shouldn’t push his luck with the state he was in, but he figured Mallory was far too drunk to do any real damage. Luckily, he didn’t do anything to retaliate, like he had hoped.
“So, have you thought about Crow?” Mallory asked.
“Yes,” Charlie said.
He hoped he wouldn’t bring it up, but he wasn’t surprised that he did.
“Yeah? And how do you feel about him?”
“I’ve always thought he was good looking,” Charlie answered. He felt his cheeks become hot.
“Aw, look at you. You’re embarrassed,” Mallory teased.
Charlie turned his head away. He hated blushing, and it happened far too easily. Mallory started laughing, and Charlie covered his face with his hands.
“I need to know,” Mallory said, “Did he show any signs? Any at all? Or was this really a complete surprise?”
“No. I mean, I’ve playfully flirted with him, because it made him uncomfortable. Looking back, it’s probably because he was actually into it. God, I’m so stupid,” Charlie said.
As much as he didn’t want to talk about it, especially with Mallory, it kind of felt good to get off his chest.
“Why are you so invested in this?” Charlie asked.
Mallory shrugged. “Just think it’s fun, that’s all.”
“It’s creepy, dude,” Charlie said.
Mallory stared blankly for a second before bursting out laughing. He laughed hard enough that he fell over onto his back. It even made Charlie laugh a little. Finally, after a minute or so, Mallory calmed down. He stayed lying down, but rolled over to look at Charlie. He wiped the tears from his eyes that had formed from laughing so hard. Charlie was having a hard time believing this was the same man who just beat him unconscious earlier.
“I’ve had few crushes in my life,” Mallory spoke.
“Yeah?” Charlie said.
“I don’t really care about the whole ‘love’ thing, you know? I’ve got more important things to worry about right now,” Mallory said.
“Have you ever loved anyone? Is that even possible?” Charlie asked.
He wasn’t sure why. He didn’t really care. Maybe it was because he was enjoying having an actual conversation for the first time in awhile. While he’d rather it be with anyone else, this was the closest he had gotten to actual communication.
“Once upon a time, yes. It’s been a long time. I’m more interested in sex than an actual relationship, I suppose,” Mallory replied.
“Jesus,” Charlie said.
“What? It’s true.”
It was Charlie’s turn to laugh. He started cracking up, which made Mallory laugh.
“You’re so stupid,” he jested.
“You’re stupid,” Charlie poked back.
It was a strange feeling. It was like bantering with an old friend, and Charlie wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Mallory was a completely different person while drunk.
“You’re a lot more pleasant to be around when you don’t have a stick up your ass,” he said, “maybe you should drink more.”
Great, the truth serum made him speak his mind, too.
“I’m usually pleasant. Just not to people who mess with my plans,” Mallory said.
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Charlie said.
“You’ll see it if you start cooperating with me. I do these things to you because you leave me no other choice.”
“Maybe if you weren’t such a prick, I would cooperate.”
“I guess we’re at an impasse.”
“Guess we are.”
They lied there in silence for a few moments. Charlie relished in the calm. He hoped Mallory would remember this conversation when he sobered up.
“So you like guys,” Mallory said.
Charlie laughed at the sudden statement.
“I mean, yeah. Thought that was obvious.”
“When did you realize?” Mallory asked.
“13 or 14. I thought I was bi for a long time, but then I finally realized I was gay.”
“I didn’t realize I was until I was 20 or so,” Mallory said.
“You’re gay?”
“Surprised?”
“I never really cared to think about it,” Charlie said.
They looked at each other for a second, but Mallory looked away and sighed. Charlie looked at the ceiling again and folded his hands together over his chest. His headache eased slightly, and he was grateful. He looked back at Mallory, taking notice to the scratches on his wrists and hands from earlier. They were deep, red, and plentiful. He began to feel guilty, even knowing that he deserved it.
Mallory noticed him looking and raised his hands to look for himself.
“Stings,” he said.
“Looks like it,” Charlie replied.
He didn’t place his hands back down. Instead, he slowly reached out and gently grabbed Charlie’s chin. He pulled his lip down with his thumb to look at his missing tooth.
“Bet that hurt.”
“It did.”
Mallory didn’t pull his hand away. Instead, he slowly moved it to Charlie’s cheek, thumbing over the bruise on the side of his face. Charlie closed his eyes, the gentle touch offering a small bit of comfort. Even if it was from the one who caused the pain in the first place. He noticed himself lean into the touch, but he was too exhausted to care.
“You’re kind of cute,” Mallory said softly, “it’s really a shame that I have to hurt you.”
“Don’t call me cute,” Charlie mumbled.
“You’re supposed to say ‘thank you’ when someone compliments you.”
Charlie sighed through his nose and kept his eyes closed. Mallory traced his fingers gently around Charlie’s face, grazing his thumb across his lips. Charlie turned his face away and buried it into the blanket. It startled him slightly - and he began to blush again.
“What?” Mallory whispered.
“Don’t do that,” Charlie murmured, muffled by the blanket.
Mallory reached for his chin and pulled his head up to face him again.
“Why not?”
“I-I like it,” Charlie answered, face on fire.
He wanted to curl into a ball and hide. He felt uneasy. Why do I like it? And when will this fucking truth serum wear off?
He hid his face again as Mallory laughed. He pulled his hands up to keep the blanket tightly against his face. Mallory sat up and ruffled his hair.
“Get some sleep,” he said.
He stood and started toward the door. Charlie didn’t move the blanket from his face until he heard the door click shut. He was embarrassed and confused. Hot tears formed and fell down his face, and he whimpered as he hugged the blanket tightly.
The whimpers turned into sobs, causing his headache to return to full force. He rubbed his face as he cried, clenching his jaw shut to hold back sobs. He hated that he felt the way he did, and he hated that he couldn’t stop himself from saying it aloud.
Most of all, he hated himself.
#whump oc#whump#whump story#oc#whumper#intimate whumper#drunk whumper#easton’s unnamed story#whumpee#truth serum whump#dubcon tw
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Limelight
Part Fourteen: Wrong one
{Series Masterlist}
{Next}
Shinsou left his room, joining Y/n in the living room. The newly added weight next to her on the couch broke her attention from the tv. Whatever tv series Y/n turned on filled the room before Shinsou’s groggy voice spoke. “What’s wrong baby? Is everything okay?” Sighing, Y/n shifted in her seat to face him. “I thought it was nothing, but Katsu told me to tell you. So…” She fumbled with her thumbs before looking back up at the sleepy man in front of her. Noticing her nervousness- he grabbed her hands and rubbed small circles on her knuckles. “My ex messaged me. And I don’t know what he's up to now. We broke up a while ago because he didn't want a serious relationship. But now he's messaging me again. Saying he’s going to steal me away from you. Which I know is silly especially since we’re not even dating. But I want you and only you. Not him. So I wanted to tell you so I don’t ruin my chances.” Y/n finished talking, taking some time to catch her breath. Hitoshi placed his hand under her chin and brought her face closer to his. “Nothing you ever say is silly, princess. And I only want you too.” Y/n’s eyes widened, shocked at what he said. “Toshi-” “Let me finish Y/n. I’d love to call you my girlfriend. But honestly I’m not sure if I’m strong enough to keep up with you always being in the spotlight.” Hearing his words made Y/n’s heart ache. Tears pricked her eyes. He spoke again. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try.” Shinsou pulled her face even closer, closing the distance between the two. Their lips finally touched, rougher than expected. His chapped lips fought against her’s, tongue swiping against her soft lips, begging for entrance. Y/n lifted her leg, placing it over Shinsou’s lap. Adjusting herself, she straddled his hips. His hands left her face and gripped her hips under his t-shirt she was wearing. Heat radiated off his bare chest, burning into her breasts. He mumbled against her lips “Baby, we better stop now before Kaminari walks in again.” Groaning, she sat up straight, breaking away from the kiss. “I can’t wait to show you off to the world tomorrow, babygirl.”
Summary: Y/n is a famous gaming streamer. Shinsou is an unknown homebody with obnoxious friends. What happens when Twitter connects the two through an unlikely way?
A/n: I’m SOO sorry it took so long for me to update. I lost all motivation to finish this smau. Updates will be kinda random for now.
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#shinsou smau#shinso smau#bnha smau#mha smau#shinsou fanfiction#shinsou x reader#hitoshi shinso x reader#limelight smau
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could be SaberxGil or DiarmuidxSaber or it could even be DiarmuidxGil.. surprise me? I guess just that the three of them is there or idk could also be the all of them? Your call.
20. “This was not how I wanted you to find out, but I also don’t want to take it back.”
GilArtDiar
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"So, let me get this straight. Your heart starts to flutter whenever you're around Goldie, you've begun looking for him whenever he isn't stalking you, and you can't bring yourself to throw out any of the gifts he's given you, even if they aren't to your tastes," Merlin enumerated, bouncing his leg as he downed an entire cup of steaming hot coffee.
"Bollocks. Sounds awfully like a crush," Kay filled in for him, similarly chugging caffeine like a drunkard would consume beer. "Emphasis on awfully."
Green eyes glared at both men, but there was no anger behind them, only confusion.
"In my humble opinion, Arty, you should just date Diarmuid. And before you tell me he's just a friend, I..." Kay paused, waiting for an argument that never came.
"Come on, where's the usual denial? I'm waiting," the older brother goaded, slurring his vowels.
'Twas very unlike her to be so meek. She was clearly uncomfortable with the topic, squirming in her seat instead of exhibiting the perfect manners their parents drilled into them early on. Then again, perhaps she was so uncomfortable because she couldn't deny Kay's claim, which meant:
"Oho~~~," the mischievous platinum blonde crooned, "It seems Arty's torn between two lovers feeling like a fool. Loving both of them is breaking all the rules~♫"
The weird uncle recoiled, smacked to hell and back by Arturia's overprotective older brother. No one wanted to hear that voice singing.
"Please do not tell me he's right," Kay pleaded, yet he already suspected the answer.
Arturia bit her lip. "Diarmuid's a remarkable person, and a valued friend, however...I must admit I've begun to suspect it's a little more than that."
As the blonde brushed her hair behind her ear, Kay caught sight of familiar figures approaching their table, but thought it wiser not to interrupt.
"When we walk back to the dorms from the university gym, I wonder how it would feel to link our fingers. When he doesn't join practice, fencing itself almost seems spiritless. I miss him, even when I know I will meet with him the next day. Even when he texts me in the evening," she elaborated, staring at the red and yellow rose charms dangling from her phone. Gifts from him.
"And that rich prick?" Kay prodded, staring somewhere above her head for a reason that escaped her.
"It's complicated. At first, I dismissed him for being rather harsh with his words, but he intrigues me. Gilgamesh may be arrogant, but none of that arrogance is baseless. Every time we collaborate on an assignment his work is nothing short of genius, and it always motivates me to do better."
The student thumbed the small emerald pendant that hung from the thin chain around her neck. It was the latest of Gilgamesh's gifts and the most muted. After three years, he'd finally learnt her tastes.
"At times, I cannot believe I used to be so bothered by his presence. Now it feels rather wrong to be without him."
"Classic," Merlin interrupted, "Congratulations, my favorite niece, you've found yourself in a soap opera. Who will you choose? The wholesome childhood friend or the dashing rival with the gelled-up hair?"
Despite the joking air that emanated from her idiotic uncle, the short business major couldn't find it in herself to smile.
"I wish it wasn't a matter of choice. Besides, there's no telling if they even know how much I love them both—"
Arturia's voice died in her throat as both her uncle and brother gave her smirks and raised eyebrows. In her experience with them, that meant impending disaster.
"They're standing right behind me, aren't they?"
Sly smiles unchanged, the two Brits nodded their heads.
"I fail to see why our presence keeps you from elaborating," Gilgamesh sneered, climbing into the cafeteria booth and slipping his arm over her shoulders. "By all means, do continue."
Diarmuid was oddly just as merciless, slipping his fingers into hers as he slinked into place at her other side.
"I second that," he said, "I feel like I'm owed a few dozen more declarations of your affection now that I finally know my feelings are returned."
Arturia's attempts at speech were quickly thwarted by her rapidly beating heart and the sudden rush of blood to her head. Her would-be-saviors on the other side of the table were of no help, both already packing up their things.
"I suggest you three work that out," Kay suggested, sending Gil a warning look and Diarmuid a trusting one. "Thank us later, boys."
It was extremely hard to breathe when she was sandwiched between two much bigger men who also just happened to be the objects of her affection, but Arturia forced air into her lungs anyway. There was no getting out of it now, might as well address the elephant in the room.
“This...was not how I wanted you to find out, but I also don’t want to take it back,” she finally admitted, shrinking down into the seat. "I have feelings for you both and—"
"We know, Arty," Diarmuid interrupted, giving her a fond poke on the forehead. "We have actually known for some time. I've loved you since I was six, of course I'd notice if your feelings for me had changed."
"Unfortunately, you fell for the mongrel around the same period of time you began to grow fond of me," Gilgamesh said, gently running his finger down her necklace. "I'd say I am the better choice, but I am not ignorant of the value of a friend. If you deem him worthy of your love as well, then you must be correct."
"Which is why we agreed," Diarmuid said, sending a momentary glare over to Gilgamesh, who only shrugged. "That it would be best if you didn't have to make the choice. This...isn't how I wanted you to find out either, but he and I have been getting to know each other over coffee for the last few weeks—that's why we are here together, in fact. It turns out we have a lot in common apart from loving you."
At this point, Arturia was just about ready to burst from the various questions that bubbled into existence over the past few seconds.
"Now, just a moment," she managed, head spinning, "Neither of you find this arrangement rather strange?"
Diarmuid shrugged. He'd always been bi. Gilgamesh was also blonde and not terrible to look at, which was a plus in his book, even if the guy had the tendency to be an ass.
"I would rather not share, but in the end, I have you all the same," Gilgamesh answered, lifting her chin so she met his eyes. "My bed has no shortage of space, what's one more?"
The sexual implications of that statement completely flew over her head. There was plenty more to think about after all, like how she was supposed to begin courting two men at the same time. She'd have to be making reservations for three from now on. Probably have to increase her dating budget too, maybe buy two flower bouquets instead of just one when came Valentine's Day.
Arturia was looking forward to it.
At the corner of the cafeteria, Kay watched his little sister press a kiss to Diar's cheek, then turn to give the same to Gilgamesh. He grabbed Merlin before the idiot could take pictures, dragging him out of the establishment to give his sibling some privacy.
A hefty sigh left his lips as he realized he'd better clean up his schedule next week. Turns out he'd be teaching two boys a lesson instead of just one.
#thank you so very much for the ask#:3#akampana asks#gilartdiar#ot3 baby#love confession prompts#gilart#diarturia#gilgamesh#arturia pendragon#artoria pendragon#arturia#artoria#diarmuid#diarmuid ua duibhne#saber#archer
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The Grass is Greener Pt.3/3
CW: More shitty parents...
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Dinner was an absolute nightmare. The food itself was delicious. They ordered from the lovely little Italian place in town that was one of Jaskier’s favourites for board game night with his housemates. Geralt and Jaskier both ordered pizza, which was the totally normal thing to do when ordering takeaway. His mother ordered sea bass with new potatoes, spinach and mediterranean vegetables.
Ciri was snoring quietly in her pram. Geralt had popped home to get it whilst they were waiting for the food as Ciri threw a bit of a tantrum when they’d tried to get her back into her carry cot.
They were eating on the patio table. Jaskier had insisted. They had spent over two hours trying to clear up the garden and his mother was going to fucking appreciate it, seeing as she’d found every reason to pull apart his house.
The carpet was the wrong colour, the oven was shit, his bedroom was a mess (it wasn’t), the bathroom stank even through the jammy door (it kind of did, thanks Regis), the windows were filthy, there were too many beds…
It went on and on and on.
Geralt, who was supposed to be helping to charm his darling mother, was just glaring at her across the table. Jaskier was trying to joke and make awkward conversation but the tension was just too much. He couldn’t do this. Everything he said was met was snide comments from his mother, who’s current favourite topic was Geralt being a single father, because how could Jaskier ever be good enough to help raise a child. Geralt didn’t once defend himself against his mother’s remarks which Jaskier found infuriating but he was immensely glad that Geralt was there to serve as a buffer. He was struggling to remember how he coped in past years without Geralt’s assistance. How on earth had he managed this battle on his own every year?
Geralt had held his hand throughout the entire dinner, which was both amazing and really awkward when it came to eating. Luckily pizza didn’t require a knife and fork. Occasionally, Geralt would lean in to kiss his cheek or brush Jaskier’s fringe from his eyes. Jaskier hadn’t known what to expect from fake dating Geralt. He’d assumed that he would be the better actor out of the two of them, but his mother was throwing him off and Geralt seemed to have slipped into the role as if he were born to love Jaskier, and didn’t that just make him feel all giddy?
Still he could do without the death glares being shot towards his mother whenever she said… well, anything really.
“Geralt. A word, please.” He said firmly, squeezing Geralt’s hand and standing up.
Geralt grunted and turned to flee into the house. Jaskier sighed. “Mother, can you watch Ciri?”
His mother nodded and stabbed at the poor dead fish on her plate. He nodded back and ran into the house.
“Geralt!” He called after his neighbour.
Geralt was now the one pacing in the living room. “What the fuck is her problem?”
Jaskier frowned. Why was he so angry? It wasn’t as if they were actually dating…
Jaskier shrugged and tapped out a rhythm on his leg with his fingers as he tried to recap an entire lifetime of terrible parenting as quickly as possible. “I’ve always been the problem child, according to my parents. I came out when I was sixteen after years of running around in my sister’s high heels and dresses. Mother and Father didn’t exactly welcome the news and proceeded to ignore it until I left for uni. When I said I was going to study music they all but kicked me out the house. Apparently being bi was tolerable but not having a ‘proper’ career was a step too far. After uni, I sofa-surfed for a few years until Pris suggested we all get a house together, that’s when Regis practically adopted us and… well… here we are. Present day.”
Geralt put a hand on his shoulder and then pulled him into a hug.
Jaskier yelped, surprised by the sudden show of affection. “Geralt?” He mumbled against Geralt’s chest, trying to ignoring the blooming love in his heart.
“You don’t deserve that.” He grumbled. “Any of that.”
Jaskier pulled back and furrowed his brow. “Yeah, and how would you know?”
Geralt… blushed?
“Geralt?” Jaskier asked, cupping Geralt’s cheek.
“When you moved in you made me cupcakes.” Geralt mumbled.
Jaskier stared in shock at the man in front of him. He’d forgotten about that. They’d been a complete mess and the icing had leaked all over the bottom of the box, but they’d still been edible and Geralt had insisted that Jaskier stay for a cup of tea to try them.
It had just been Geralt in the house at the time. He’d still been waiting for the paperwork to be finalised to be approved as a potential adoptive parent and the house had seemed so empty. It was the same size as Jaskier’s and Jaskier shared with four other people, well, three others and Valdo Marx. Apparently, Geralt had come into some money following a death of a family friend and he’d been able to afford a family sized home. Jaskier had just seen the hot guy next door and decided to spontaneously make cupcakes in a half-baked attempt, pun intended, to get laid. It hadn’t worked and Jaskier had settled for pining for his hot neighbour instead.
How had he forgotten about that?
“Geralt.” He breathed.
“And when I got the flu you came round with groceries and made soup.” Geralt added.
Jaskier swallowed nervously. “I was worried about you. You hadn’t left the house for days and I don’t think I’d even seen you miss a day of work before. You leave every morning like clockwork.”
“You’re a great person, Jaskier.” Geralt chuckled almost nervously, in a way that was making Jaskier’s heart run far too fast in his chest. “And seeing you with Ciri, Jask, you’re incredible.”
Jaskier scoffed trying to calm the torrent of feelings in his poor bisexual heart. “This fake dating is getting to your head, Geralt.”
Geralt hummed and pulled away from him. “Right.”
“Can you please just try and get along with my mother until I can send her off to the hotel room she inevitably booked so she doesn’t have to stay with us, me, with me.” Jaskier stumbled over his words. “Please?”
“Then we can get the pictures for Yen and I’ll be out of your hair.” Geralt grumbled.
Jaskier laughed nervously. Why did that suddenly sound like a death sentence?
God, he was already addicted to Geralt being in his life.
“Right.” He mumbled.
They both sulked back outside to the patio where his mother was cooing at baby Ciri in her pram.
Jaskier turned to face Geralt who had a matching confused expression on his face.
“Geralt, she is just the cutest.” His mother cooed.
“What the…” Jaskier muttered.
“Thank you, Mrs Pankratz.” Geralt said slowly, as if he didn’t trust his words.
His mother bopped the young girl on the nose then turned up to look between Geralt and Jaskier. “Now then, what’s up with you two? Julian, don’t tell me you’ve managed to ruin your relationship with this young man already!” She snapped.
Jaskier gaped. What the fuck?
This wasn’t his life.
Dear god this wasn’t his life.
Geralt wrapped his arm around Jaskier’s waist pulling Jaskier towards him and placing a kiss on Jaskier’s temple. Jaskier’s heart fluttered in his chest he couldn’t help but lean into Geralt’s embrace.
“Not at all.” Geralt said in his lovely deep voice that made Jaskier’s insides turn to goo.
“Geralt was just worried about me.” Jaskier chimed, the fake smile back on his face. “All sorted now.”
“Worried?” His mother scoffed and then turned to give Ciri a smile that, if Jaskier didn’t know better, would have been described as motherly. “Whatever for?”
Geralt smiled too sweetly. It looked wrong on his face. Jaskier gulped and looked between them. “He’s tried so hard to make you proud, Mrs Pankratz and you have not been kind. As his guest you should be grateful that he’s invited you into his home. Yet everything he does is flawed in your eyes. Makes me wonder, is there something wrong with your eyes? Because your son is… he’s one of the best people that I’ve had the pleasure to meet.”
“Excuse me?!” Jaskier’s mother shrieked and Jaskier decided it would be rather lovely if a big hole would just open up under his feet right.
“And yet, you look at my daughter as if she is an angel.” Geralt growled.
“Oh well. She is rather amazing.” Jaskier mumbled.
“If only you had treated your son with the same respect, maybe we could have gotten along better.” Geralt carried on as if Jaskier hadn’t said a word.
“You have no right!” His mother pointed at Geralt. “No right!”
Geralt shrugged. “Perhaps, but Jaskier was too good to say what needed to be said.”
“Geralt, love.” Jaskier squeezed Geralt’s hand, probably too hard. “You promised.”
Geralt closed his eyes and growled. “Jaskier, I can’t just sit here and listen to her bullshit.”
“Why not?” Jaskier pouted. “I’ve done it for years. One day, Geralt, you had to do it for one fucking day. Why couldn’t you?”
“Because I love you!” Geralt snapped.
Jaskier froze and stared at Geralt.
It was an act.
It was all an act.
Except…. what if it wasn’t?
Jaskier lunged forwards and pulled Geralt into a bruising kiss. He needed to, he needed Geralt like he needed the oxygen in the air. He’d been pining after this man for a year and hearing those words, fake or otherwise, it was too much. He felt a prick of tears in his eyes and he sniffed.
“Oh bollocks.” He mumbled against Geralt’s lips. “Fuck, Geralt, you made me cry. You bastard.”
Geralt pulled back to stare intently into Jaskier’s eyes, searching for the answer to some unasked question. “Jask?”
He sniffed and wiped the tears from his eyes. “I love you too, Geralt.”
Geralt brushed his thumb across Jaskier’s cheek and laughed. “You promised you wouldn’t.”
Jaskier snorted. “You promised to be nice to my mother.” He countered.
They both ignored the squeak of protest from the woman in question.
Geralt scoffed. “Some promises are worth breaking.”
“Can someone please explain, what is going on here?” His mother snapped, causing the girl in her arms to start screaming again.
Jaskier gave Geralt another chaste kiss and winked before turning to face his mother with his hands on his hips.
“Mother, dearest. Please return Ciri to her father and kindly fuck off.” He sneered.
“You can’t talk to me that way!” She protested as Ciri was pulled from her arms.
Jaskier tilted his head. “Oh ho ho! I think I can. You!” He pointed at her. “Kicked me out, or do you not remember that lovely little detail?”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“I’m really not. Now as wonderful as all this has been. You should know that this house is not just mine, I live here with my friends.” He snorted. “As if I could afford the rent on a house like this on my own, Geralt here, is not my boyfriend—”
“Yet.” Geralt added with a smirk.
“—Yet.” Jaskier agreed and winked at Geralt. “He agreed to help after spending over two hours mowing the lawn because it was so overgrown it resembled a small forest. The only reason he helped was because I have no idea how to actually do basic gardening tasks because I am terrible at anything that isn’t music and writing.���
“Jaskier.” Geralt growled.
“Oh and falling in love with my incredible gorgeous neighbour before he even asked me out on a date. It’s an oddly specific talent but has served me remarkably well, I think.”
“Julian!” His mother gasped.
“Oh and I did babysit Ciri a few times, but get this… I didn’t even ask for money!” He laughed at the shock on her face. “I did it because Geralt asked me to and she’s actually rather cute.”
“I can’t listen to this.” His mother started to head back to the front door.
Jaskier was absolutely fucking delighted! Oh he should have done this years ago! He should never have let the woman back into his life. It had only hurt him, but then again would he have tried to fix the garden without her? Would he have ever worked up the courage to ask Geralt out?
Probably not…
He scoffed.
She would hate that he had only gotten a boyfriend because of her meddling.
“I’m leaving!” She called over her shoulder as she stormed out the front door.
“Thank fuck for that!” Jaskier waved after her and then turned to go back in the house.
He almost ran straight into Geralt who was stood right behind him with Ciri in one arm.
Thirteen years he’d put up with his mother’s torture. More than that if you counted the years before he’d come out. All that time trying to be someone he wasn’t just to please her when he could have just left her and his shitty family behind.
Why had he’d been so scared?
Geralt pulled him into a hug and kissed his hair with a hum.
Jaskier scowled as the thought hit him. “Geralt?”
“Hmm.”
“Did you really mean it?” He asked as he rested his head on Geralt’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Yeah. Did you?” Geralt pulled back so they could see each other’s faces.
Jaskier laughed and cupped Geralt’s face in his hands. “Oh, dear heart, I’ve never been more serious in my life.”
Geralt tilted his head and glanced down at Ciri. “And you don’t mind, about Ciri?”
Jaskier giggled.
“Geralt, darling.” He kissed his new boyfriend chastely and then crossed his arms, putting on his best scary Geralt face. “The child must not be an obstacle.”
Geralt shoved him and he fell over laughing, as Geralt stalked back into the living room.
“I regret nothing!” He called after Geralt before scrambling to his feet and chasing after his grumpy, and still insanely hot neighbour/boyfriend.
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To @withoneheadlight, and a huuuge thank you for the inspiration!!!❤️💕
I deviated a bit from the “original script,” I hope that’s ok 😌
I just couldn’t stop thinking about your post??? I dropped everything to write it, and it might be a bit rushed because of it, but it was so much fun!!
So please, do enjoy~
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The sun is too bright, the cars outside his window too loud, the fucking seagulls cawing and screeching.
Billy hadn’t come home yesterday again, and at this point who even knows how many times he’s spent the night in someone else's bed.
Not that it’s really any of Steve’s business, of course, they just live together, barely even friends but on tolerable terms, at least. Tolerable meaning they’ve made peace; Billy apologised during Steve’s last year of high school, and when he started working at Scoops Ahoy after graduating, Billy always saw it fit to come by-
“Picking up my shitty sister,” as he put it.
And when Steve started working at Family Videos-
“Waiting for Max to finish up at the arcade,” he’d claim as he browsed, “You, uhh, recommend anything?”
Not that it isn’t still hostile between them, but maybe that’s just how Billy is, and maybe that’s just how Steve likes him. Mean and rude and inconsiderable at times. Yet Steve’s favourite cereal is always stocked up, laundry washed, dishes done, and he feels guilty.
Guilty that he doesn’t do more at their shared apartment. Guilty that he never really thanks Billy for what he does. Guilty that he has an undeniable crush on his ex-nemesis now roommate.
With a heavy sigh, Steve drags himself out of bed, head throbbing from having drowned in sorrows in a bottle of straight jack. Slips on a pair of socks so as to not touch the chilly floor, and a shirt, large and black with Metallica printed on front; a shirt that isn’t his, that he “stole” from the dryer a few days ago. He gives the collar a sniff and it doesn’t smell of Billy - it smells of the laundry detergent they use, but knowing that Billy has worn it before is enough to warm his aching heart just a slight bit.
Stupid stupid stupid, he repeats in his mind as he inches toward the door of his bedroom.
Save for the floorboards creaking underneath his sluggish weight, it’s quiet. No tv running, no music from Billy’s bedroom, no grunting as he lifts weights on the bench that takes up far too much of the living room.
He’s not here. Billy’s not here.
Steve continues reminding himself how idiotic it was of him to even come out here. California is far away from his parents' reach, a place where he can maybe find out who he is, and Billy always talked about coming back here, so them moving in together was “convenient.”
However, so far all Steve has found out about himself is that he doesn’t know how to cook, gets sunburnt so easily that it’s laughable, and that he’s all too invested in Billy’s personal life.
When he opens the cupboard and finds Kellogg’s Apple Jacks™ on the shelf, a new and unopened pack, he groans in defeat as his heart does its usual dance and song, because of course Billy had ensured there was food for Steve. He always fucking does.
He pours them into his favourite bowl, a white one with fancy flowers painted in blue, stolen from his old home to just have something from his parents with him, and next goes milk. He yawns wide before shoveling in the first mouthful, the one that’s always perfectly crunchy and having just started tasting of cinnamon before it all becomes a soggy mess.
About halfway through the bowl, the floorboards behind him creaks and he nearly drops the bowl as he jumps, spilling a bit of milk on the floor.
Steve spins around to find Billy there, dressed in only his sweatpants, eyes cast down at where he was apparently staring at Steve’s ass, who’s quick to realise that he hadn’t bothered with underwear because he was oh so convinced he’d be alone for at least two more hours.
“O-oh, Billy, I-I didn’t hear you come in last night,” he stutters under the intense stare, placing the bowl on the counter and hopes it isn’t too noticeable when he gathers his legs.
Billy doesn’t say anything, doesn’t do anything, simply looks down Steve’s naked legs, eyes burning and hungry. When he finally meets Steve’s gaze, he wets his lips before rasping out,
“I came home like an hour ago, was about to take a shower but wanted coffee first, and…” he trails off, and so does his eyes again.
Steve is… unnecessarily excited under those heady, ocean blues as they take in all that he is. Feels himself swell at the attention, but paralysed by shock of having been caught by Billy in Billy’s shirt and practically nothing else.
And Billy steps through the door frame into the kitchen. Keeps walking slowly, cautiously maybe, he makes his way to where Steve leans against the counter, fingers curled around the edge with anticipation and a bit of fear.
Normally he’d have guessed that Billy would call him names, mock him with a poisoned grin, but with such heavy lids and mouth slightly open, that doesn’t seem like the most likely outcome to this, and it only thrills Steve all the more.
Billy comes to a standstill in front of Steve, feet almost touching, and he leans closer, places his left hand next to Steve’s, thumb touching skin there. And he bites into his plump lower lip, eyes dancing across Steve’s features just to land on his mouth, mind clearly working away at something.
Up this close Steve catches a whiff of cigarettes and the usual cologne, maybe a bit of sweat from whatever he’s been doing all night. Or whoever. He can feel Billy’s calm and collected breathing ghost across his lips, and his heart stops beating in anticipation, lips quiver, dick hopeful.
“Is that my shirt?” Billy mumbles out and tugs at the hem that stops mid-cheek on Steve’s slighter frame.
He might be taller by a few inches, but he still swims in the shirt stretched out by Billy’s broad shoulders and chiseled pecs.
“Y-yeah…”
At that, Billy’s fingers let go of the shirt, then spread out against Steve’s skin. He takes an all too loud breath at the electric jolt Billy’s warm palm urges out, shooting straight to between his thighs where his cock gives a curious little kick.
The hand wanders, across his thigh to his front, moving at a pace so slow it can only be deliberate, Billy teasing him, or maybe waiting for him to say stop.
But he doesn’t, so he doesn’t.
Smooths the tips of his fingers higher up, through the coarse pubic hair, till he reaches the base of Steve’s shaft, the palm of his hand grazing against the lazy head, effectively making him grow harder, and gasp out a breathy, “Fuck.”
Billy moves closer again, knee pushing Steve’s legs apart, noses nuzzling together, lips like feathers, daring Steve to kiss him.
He moans instead, as the hand tickling his skin closes in an expert fist, possibly giving away just how many times Billy must have done the same notion to himself. A thought that delights Steve to impossible extends, knowing that the hand Billy jerks off with is now stroking him under the shirt.
“Fuck, Billy,” Steve whimpers and brings a hand to steady himself on Billy’s firm shoulder.
And he can’t wait any more; presses their lips together and is immediately met with the same fervor he offers up - soft lips in a hard embrace, touching each other as if they’ve always wanted this, as if all the strife in their past was just tension and unresolved shit that culminated to punches and bleeding noses.
The motion of Billy’s fist is relentless, and Steve has to break away to breathe. “A-ah, shit, Billy!”
He bites his way down Steve’s neck, painful and delicious, stroking his now fully erect cock like he’s eager to have him cum, wanting to watch Steve unravel and cry out his name.
And just as Steve is seconds away from ruining the shirt, Billy pulls off, leaving behind an ache that makes Steve cry out from the edge of release.
“Fuck! Billy you asshole, why-” he doesn’t get to finish that thought before he’s spun around, a hand on his upper back pushing him against the counter, head throbbing worse than his filled dick. “Billy- Billy!”
“Want me to stop?” Billy snaps a bit too loud, a bit too sudden, but the answer is inevitably,
“No,” and Steve is set on that.
He’s wanted this for far too long; suspects that he’s been craving Billy since before he graduated, but didn’t dare think about it too long. Spent some extra time restocking the porn section of Family Videos in the backroom behind the curtain, borrowed a few gay ones in secret. He was more than curious, he was interested.
Now he’s here, cheek pressed against the cold surface of their kitchen counter, eyes closed to the world as he focuses on how Billy’s holding him down with one hand, the other squeezing his ass, spreading him, exposing him, and-
It is slick and wet and weird when Billy licks his fat tongue flat across his hole. Not bad weird as far as he can tell from the way his entire body squirms with pleasure, his prick leaking, and he gasps when Billy does it again.
And again. He grabs on with both hands as he sloppily eats out Steve’s ass, sucking with wet lips, tongue sliding over the rim time and time again, the tip prodding at his entrance, making him moan out, whimpering for more without as many words.
Billy seems almost happy to oblige, shoving his tongue in, and Steve knows what that looks like, but to feel it? His body is on fire, burning hot and white, feeling better than he ever thought it actually would; he knows the men on those tapes are just actors, always just believed they were exaggerating, but no.
Steve has never been this aroused in his fucking life, 21 years old and hornier than he ever was as a teenager surrounded by hot girls. None of them he ever slept with made him feel this… incredible, and he has none other than Billy fucking Hargrove to thank for it. With every lick and suck and penetration he’s nearing the edge again, faster than he ever thought he could, to be honest, but it’s just not enough to get him there.
“Billy- Billy please, I’m so close, please touch me,” he begs with a voice all indecent, drooling a bit on the counter as he stays flat and powerless, simply unable to do anything.
Then he’s left alone, ready to complain and tell Billy, “Fuck you,” but when he glances over his shoulder, he sees Billy whip out his fat cock, and Steve sucks in a quick breath, eyes wide and amazed. He’s seen it before, in the showers at school, accidentally in the shower of their apartment, but never like this… so girthy and veiny, red and shiny with pre.
Billy grabs Steve by the hips, and for a moment he thinks that Billy’s just going to fuck him, right here right now, unprepped, dry, it’s probably going to hurt, but Steve’s so curious to finally find out what that feels like- what Bill’s dick feels like, what it’s like to have sex with Billy.
Yet he’s still relieved when he instead feels it between his cheeks, rubbing through the spit and across his rim. He gasps and moans all the same though, lets Billy control the pace as he with a bruising grip on Steve’s hips pulls him into his thrusts, skin slapping together in an obscene fashion that makes Steve’s cock drip and throb, keeping him on that sharp edge of orgasm.
“Shit, Billy, ah-h,” Steve whines out a plea.
When a hand closes around his aching cock again, he moans unadulterated, the pleasure of Billy’s every touch pushing the hangover into the background. The rhythm is erratic in a sense, quick then slow, all the way up or shallow, but in tact with how Billy’s hips meets Steve’s cheeks, keeping him from cumming as if he’s wanting to time it, have them both cumming together at once.
But Billy cums first; he’s quick to pull up the tee and paints Steve’s back with hot and warm semen, grunting a few times as he stops pounding against Steve’s ass. He then bends over to get a better grip on Steve’s cock as he jerks him to completion with a few practiced flicks of his wrist, Steve being loud in comparison and definitely less controlled, eyes rolling back to watch the fireworks as he spills over the cupboard beneath them.
In that moment he’s beyond thankful that Billy’s there behind him, supporting him and keeping him caught against the countertop, or he might just fall to the floor as his legs give out. As he lays there, for a moment in complete bliss with no headache, eyes closed, panting, he feels Billy wipe his back clean with a napkin.
“Can you stand?” he sounds all too amused, hands down on Steve’s hips, rubbing where his fingers might just have left a few bruises.
“I’m… I’m, ahh, yeah,” Steve exhales and pushes himself up and standing.
He turns around to watch Billy tuck himself away again, chest heaving a bit, a rather relaxed expression on his face, and when their eyes meet he smiles. Not a grin, nor a smirk, but an actual smile, and it makes Steve’s heart throb and bleed and hope.
“You can keep the shirt, I guess,” Billy shrugs all nonchalantly, as if they hadn’t just been doing whatever they were doing. “I’m gonna take a shower now, wanna join me?”
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Episode 5 -- There Will Be No Red Flag Above My Door, I’m In Love
Jae-eon the cheater
Episode 5 of Nevertheless begins with the girls realizing how much of a prick Jae-Eon is and how Na-Bi is ruining her school life by getting involved with him.
Last week, as a random guy shows up and punches Jae-Eon in the face. Sol and Ji-Wan phone the police and broke up the fight. The man who punched Jae-Eon revealed that he’s the brother of a girl Jae-Eon is dating. We see Jae-Eon agreeing and Nabi called him a jerk after.
This girl is so frustrating, everyone around her knows that he is a jerk and only realizes until someone outside her friend-colleague circle tells her straight to her face.
Dealing with a breakup
Meanwhile, Na-Bi reels over her break-up with Jae-Eon and the professor notices how she’s distracted. The breakup not only affects her in school but at home to as she struggles to eat. She misses Jae-Eon and tries calling him but the number has been disconnected.
Nabi ended up meeting Jae-Eon the next day at the school hallway. She asked about the necklace she has and Jae-Eon tells her to just throw it out.
Nabi then sees Jae-Eon talking over the phone to Seol-A. We find out that Seol-A is sick and Jae-Eon has been paying her medical bills. Nabi also notices how Jae-Eon has his hair down and as previously talked about we now know that he likes her.
Growing closer, once again
Jae-Eon shows up out of nowhere during the sculpture discussions. He asked what Nabi’s project was about and she was suddenly thrown off.
In an attempt of Jae-Eon to grow closer to Nabi, he volunteered to help Nabi with her sculptor. Jae-Eon complimented her work and also gave her project related advice only. They continue at the studio to focus on Nabi’s work but this doesn’t stop him for being too touchy, guiding Nabi doing metal work. Jae-Eon then teaches her different techniques but its so obvious that he continues to flirt with her.
This really irks me, i myself dont like it when guys suddenly touch you like that. I would’ve punched him in the face. If i were Nabi.
Jae-Eon and Nabi starts to get close once again but not as sexual partners. Since both him and Nabi are in contact again Nabi starts to feel better and more focused. This made the professor happy and gave Nabi a thumbs up because of her focus.
Jae-Eon then suggested that they both see a famous sculptor after.
Nabi sees the girlfriend
Na-Bi bumps into Seol-A. She drops her lighter with a butterfly sign. Nabi finds out that she’s the one who’s dating Jae-Eon not only the past but currently too. She symbolically took her hairband and walks away.
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Anywho, Nabi is one of the dumbest characters i’ve come across on 2021 kdramaland. She’s happy that they are interacting again, but then gets sad when she finds out that Seol-A is dating Jae-Eon and him being a jerk? Like girl move on already.
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Bi the Pricking of my Thumbs #4
<< Chapter 3
Cautionary note: This chapter includes a references to and conversations with unsupportive queer-phobic parents, some bigotry, and use of straight nonsense. There is also a dildo for comedic purposes.
Also on AO3.
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Chapter 4
Ladybug looked out into the colorful sea of Pride celebrants pouring into Place de la République. The energy was amazing, and she couldn't keep the smile off her face. "Oh gosh, check out those wings!" She slapped at Chat's arm to draw his attention to the wire and sheer-fabric construction heading their way. They sat at the feet of the statue of Marianne, where they could catch a good look at the parade while also keeping an eye out for trouble. They'd already delivered two pickpockets, a lost child, and an obvious full-spectrum queer-phobe to the police. The last one had been the most concerning, given that he had a butane lighter and a soaker style water gun loaded with something that smelled highly flammable.
"Wings?" Chat Noir said, frantically looking into the sky.
"No, silly," she said with a laugh. She tilted his head back to the crowd. " Good wings. Down there."
"I'm kind of surprised people still wear butterfly wings around here," he said, his smile bright as he waved to the shirtless man who had realized his articulated wings had caught the attention of Paris' heroes. "Oh geez, he's hot, too."
Ladybug laughed again. She just felt so full of happiness, surrounded by this celebration, sharing it with her best friend. "He really is. But I get a feeling he'd be more accepting of your advances than mine."
"Pffft." He snorted. The rainbow wings opened to flash paired male symbols in the upper half of the forewing, and if she wasn’t mistaken, the man was wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Chat..
"Was it hard for you to get away?" she asked. His father had continued to get weirder as the annual Pride festival approached. Likewise, Gabriel had been increasingly strict with Adrien's schedule, and she worried for both of them.
Chat Noir shrugged. "As far as I know, he thinks I'm in my room binging on anime."
She shook her head, disgusted. She'd already approached her parents about letting Adrien move in with them if he found he couldn't stand it with his father any longer. She wondered if it was time to extend the same welcome to Chat Noir. He deserved it just as much.
"What about you?" he asked. "You’re here with friends, right?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "I'm supposed to be marching with my school's Gender and Sexuality Alliance. I started the parade with them." She shrugged. "Fortunately, I have a reputation as a total space cadet, and in this crowd they won't be surprised to have lost me halfway through the parade."
He gawked at her. "Your friends think you're a ditz? Ladybug? The genius behind this operation?" He gestured to the two of them.
She shrugged. "It just reinforces the idea that normal me is nothing like Ladybug. And that's good. Besides, I'm not the only clever one here."
He frowned. "I'm not sure I'm on board with them thinking poorly of you just for a cover. You're amazing, Milady. And I'd bet you're just as amazing in your regular life."
She gave him a hug. "And you're a sweetheart." He melted against her, as he usually did when hugged. "If you need more hugs today, there are some forty and fifty-year olds walking around with shirts that say free mom hugs and free dad hugs." Her parents happened to be part of that group, wearing shirts she'd screen-printed.
"That sounds heavenly." He sat back up. "Eew, cultural appropriation to your right." He shook his head, raising his baton to snap a quick picture. "What do Native American warbonnets have to do with sexuality?"
“Nothing.” Ladybug rolled her eyes. "Like anything, this festival can be used as an excuse to cross some lines that shouldn't be. What are you doing?"
"I'm going to make a post about that kind of thing. Later." His head turned the other way, and his hand came up to cover his mouth. "Holy crap. Look. At. Those. Platforms."
She searched for a moment, eventually finding the person in a fluffy white tutu standing precariously in platform shoes that were easily twelve inches high. "Wow. Those are like… they're nearly as tall as the Chix on Stix stilts were."
"Blister city," Chat said. " Mad respect for them making it through the parade in those."
"I bet Adrien Agreste could handle those," she said, smiling at the thought of Adrien sweeping down the runway in those ridiculous things. He'd grown quite fond of the over-the-top nature of runway, preferring it to the bland studio shoots he did far too many of. And to be fair, he was crazy good at it.
"Really?" Chat grinned at her, then eyed up the person in the platforms again. "I know he's good, Paris' golden boy and all, but those might be out of his league."
Ladybug vehemently shook her head, and opened her bandalore to catch a picture. "He's a god among men when it comes to fashion and presentation."
"You've got that look," he said, arching one eyebrow. "What's going on in that clever brain of yours?"
"I want to challenge Adrien to walk in a pair of those," she said. "It might take me a few days to figure out how to pitch it, but I think he'd enjoy the opportunity to flaunt his skills."
"Keep me in the loop on that," Chat Noir said. "I want to see how that turns out."
"Will do." She tucked her bandalore away.
"Is your sweetheart not coming to Pride?" he asked, as if suddenly realizing that could be a thing. "I'm not keeping you from something important to them, am I?"
She patted his shoulder. "They don't care for crowds, and prefer to watch the parade and big festivities on TV. They're hosting a party with several of our friends tomorrow, because we know some other queer folk who need a lower key event." She wished she could invite Adrien, but he wasn't ready to share his identity with anyone else. He'd scheduled a visit with Luka, though, so she was cautiously optimistic that his future was going to be brighter. Their friend group wasn’t remotely hetero, and she was reasonably sure they could all keep a secret. Alya had come out as pan and poly shortly after her amicable split with Nino at the beginning of Lycee. She was currently in a relationship with both Chloe and Kagami that utterly baffled Marinette, but as long as her friend was happy, it didn’t matter. Nino had been a quieter about his orientation, but he’d casually dated men and women, and she strongly suspected he was holding a torch for his best friend..
Chat Noir reached to point out something of interest, but a sudden blast of pop music that could only be Taylor Swift drowned out the sounds of the parade. He froze, his eyes wide and his tail stiff with alarm.
"Crapity snacks," Ladybug muttered. "Looks like breaktime is over, Kitty." She rose to peer around the statue to see the akuma. He stood on the taller brick corner tower of a building on the corner of Rue du Faubourg du Temple. He was dressed all in blue, carrying a white flag featuring old school male and female symbols holding hands.
"Odds on it being that piece of trash we picked up earlier," Chat suggested.
"It's either him, or someone just like him," she muttered. “So gross.”
"I'm The Oppressed, and I'm sick of being spit on by the heterophobic queers of Paris!" the akuma bellowed in a magically amplified voice. "You degenerates have infected my daughter with your alternative lifestyles, so today we're going to celebrate straight pride!"
"Ugh," Ladybug groaned. "Such straight nonsense."
The Oppressed waved his flag at the closest group of revelers, and a beam of white light washed over them, changing their clothes into conservative blue suits or pink dresses. Those now in pink had long styled hair, full makeup, and jewelry that many would have considered feminine. Those in blue had short hair and broad watches and briefcases.
"Oh hells no!" Ladybug drew back her bandalore, preparing to throw. "We need to get him the fuck out of here. There are people here with significant gender dysphoria, and we are not letting Hawkass do this to them during their festival." She loosed her bandalore, cutting through the sky directly in The Oppressed's view, and landing on the corner tower across the street from him. "You want my earrings, you ugly bigot? Come and get them!" She swished her bi flag cape at him, hoping the taunt was enough to refocus his attention.
"Ladybug!" The Oppressed shouted. "You're the worst offender. Your speeches boasting about your disgusting choice convinced my daughter to come out as pansexual."
"I'm proud of your daughter," Ladybug called back. She felt bad for the girl who had this man as her father. "You'd do better to love her for who she is , than for who you think she should be."
"You know nothing of parenting." The harsh voice carrying over the roof behind The Oppressor gave her chills; for the first time in over a year, Hawk Moth had shown up for one of his own fights. "You're a mere child. And children need guidance from their parents."
She wanted to punch that smug look right off his face.
"Children are suggestible and will make foolish decisions at the encouragement of their stupid friends and… heroes." He sneered the last word.
He was furious, and it was obvious. Could she get him irrational enough to make a mistake? Perhaps today was the day they would finally capture the moth. "Awww. You make it sound so personal," she said, pouting at him, hoping to feed his anger. "Wait-wait-wait. Do you actually have kids?" Now that was a horrifying thought.
He scowled. "If you must know, yes. My naive son is here some where, thanks to you and those idiot friends of his." God his words were so very Gabriel. It was like they used the same conservative parenting guide. "You've made him think there's no harm in exploring--" He was cut off by a sudden roar from the crowd of Pride attendees that rose over the chorus of the pop song How You Get the Girl.
A blast of glitter-filled air rose to the rooftops, plastering both Hawk Moth and The Oppressor in sparkles. She glanced down and saw Chat Noir with a group of people including the butterfly man they'd admired earlier. In a coordinated effort, Chat spun his baton to create a strong enough wind to carry a second pile of glitter up to the villains.
"You take care of Chat Noir!" Hawk Moth snapped, coughing out a cloud of sparkly fragments. "I'll handle the bug."
"I do not consent to your hands being anywhere near me," Ladybug sassed. The very idea creeped her out, but he was the one who introduced hands to the conversation. "Hasn't anyone ever taught you that no means no?" She threw her bandalore up. "Lucky charm!" She caught the spotted item glancing quickly at it, then grinning as she looked across the street at the man who had terrorized Paris for years.
Hawk Moth's confident bearing faltered a moment.
"So tell me Hawky, you wanna get lucky?" She held aloft the sizeable silicone dildo, shaking it enough to make it wiggle and almost giggling as he visibly blanched. "I think my miraculous is suggesting that you need a bit of help getting rid of some tension." She heard chaos below, and suddenly Chat Noir was beside her.
"Milady, I bring you the spoils of war." He knelt, presenting her with the hideous flag.
"Oh Kitty, you always know what I want." She traded the dildo for the flag. "Keep tabs on our dear friend for me. I'd hate for him to go fluttering off." She snapped the thin flagpole in half, ripping the banner for good measure. Once the purified butterfly was released, and the few Parisians who'd been modified by the akuma had been restored, she could focus on the rest of this situation.
"Might I trouble you for one of your ribbons?" Chat Noir asked, watching their long time enemy with a look that could only be described as predatory. "I have an idea."
Hawk Moth's composure was clearly shaken, and he suddenly scrambled to the far edge of the tower, clearly planning to drop to a lower portion of the building's roof in retreat.
Ladybug slipped one of her ribbons free, dropping it into Chat's hand. "I look forward to putting your idea into action. I'll keep Monsieur Hate-Filled-Bigot from straying too far, while you do that." She soared over the gap between the buildings. Early in their tenure as heroes, she'd been responsible for all the ideas. While she'd always managed to come through, it had been terribly stressful. It was such a relief to find that her partner had his share of good plans.
Hawk Moth yanked a sabre out of his cane, training the tip on her. "I will not hesitate to pin you to the roof like an insect in a display box," he snarled.
Close melee with edged weapons was more of Chat's thing, but changing the situation in her own favor, was hers. "I'd love to see you try." Her wrist snapped out, wrapping the line of her bandalore around the thin blade. A quick yank pulled the weapon out of his hand, sending it clattering to the roof behind her.
Hawk Moth let out a screech of rage. It was cut off as Chat Noir launched himself overhead, arcing gracefully to land farther down the roof, trapping their enemy between them.
Chat thumped the bottom of his staff against the roof, and the dildo he'd tied upright on the top jiggled in response. "Mine's better than yours," the cat superhero said proudly. He gestured to his enhanced weapon in case the modification hadn't been immediately clear. He twirled the staff in his hands before lunging and jabbing it at Hawk Moth.
Ladybug grinned, realizing her partner's plan as Hawk Moth apparently forgot all about her in his desire to get away from the spotted silicone dick. With a light tug, her cape came off in her hands. Two quiet steps and she flicked the end out to snap Hawk Moth's cheek.
In a matter of moments, she was able to wrap the man in a tight cocoon of magical pride fabric, only his neck and head free. If Chat's final blow, a slap of the dildo to Hawk Moth's temple, came later than strictly necessary, she wasn't going to mention it. The jerk had ruined a ridiculous number of her plans over the years. She stared at him for a moment, the way she might assess an akuma in search for the object they needed to break.
“Tie tack,” she said, keeping her grip on the villain lest he should escape when they were so close to winning.
Chat reached out and plucked the miraculous from Hawk Moth's collar, and the costume vanished in a wave of purple light, leaving Gabriel Agreste tightly bundled in a bisexual pride flag. The irony was not wasted on Ladybug.
"Oh." Chat said softly. "Well I guess that makes more sense than it doesn't."
Furious that the man who had been terrorizing Paris for most of her teen years was Adrien's asshole father, Ladybug grabbed his lapels and gave a yank. As he lurched forward, she brought up her knee, driving it into his nose.
"You'll pay for that," Gabriel snarled as blood dribbled down his face. "Brutality of a suspect in your custody is a punishable offense."
"Brutality?" Chat asked calmly. "I didn't see anything. You must've gotten your nose broken during the fight." He shrugged. "If only Ladybug hadn't already cured Paris of your akuma's damage… I guess you'll just have to live with it." He shook his head in mock sympathy. "Oh look!" He pointed to a collection of cop cars, their lights flashing as they parked along Rue du Faubourg du Temple. "Your escort has arrived to take you to your new home."
Ladybug helped Chat Noir deliver Gabriel to the police but had to go recharge while they took Chat's statement. By the time she'd gotten far enough from the festival to feed Tikki, retransform, and return, there was no sign of the cavalcade that had appeared to deliver Gabriel to the station. In fact, it took her another ten minutes of searching to find her partner, sitting cross-legged as he watched the parade continue to fill Place de la République. He looked a little sad, maybe wistful.
"Hey Kitty," she said, alighting beside him.
"Welcome back, Bug." He sighed, leaning into her as she slipped an arm around him.
"So that just happened," she said. It didn't quite feel real.
He plucked the tiny miraculous from one of his pockets, holding it out to her. "It definitely did."
"Do you want to hold onto it until we get it to Fu?" she asked.
"That would be inadvisable," he replied. "But thank you for trusting me."
She slipped the miraculous into one of the pockets she'd demanded when she'd re-designed her suit a few years back. "So Hawk Moth's out of the picture, and we always said we'd do a reveal once that was done," she pointed out.
He nodded, but didn't leap on the idea the way she expected him to.
"I'm kind of in a mood to beat the crap out of biphobic fathers," she said, squeezing his shoulder. "So I may as well find out who you are. And if he's a real piece of work, you can come live with me."
He stared at her, slowly blinking. "Really?"
She nodded. “I’m friends with Adrien Agreste. I can tell you that now. And I’ve already gotten permission from my parents for him to take the guest room.” She sighed. “I figured he might need an escape from his father, and that was before I knew he was Hawk Moth.”
“And your parents were just okay with that?” he asked, his eyes wide with shock.
“They love Adrien. They’d adopt him if they could.” She gave him a sad smile.
“I bet he’d let them,” he said softly, oddly choked up.
“I’m sure the same goes for you,” she insisted, already considering logistics. She could take the spare room, giving Adrien and Chat her room to share. “Now are you going to let me know who you are so I can rough up your father, or what?”
He laughed. “You already did, Bug.” He shook his head. “Hawk Moth was my father, and I am totally moving in with you.”
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Chapter 5 >>
Inspirations:
Articulated Wings
Platform Shoes
#Miraculous Ladybug#fanfic#my writing#Pride#Bi Pride#galahadwilder#Bi the Pricking of my Thumbs#Bi-Drien#Bi-Nette#Bi-phobic parent#capes
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#1 on the cliche prompts with N? I just love how they’re prone to snap, rash decisions in intense situations (like the belt buckle during the patrol scene). It’s just really cute!
Thank you @agentfreckles and @arcane-apparitions ! (I love that part of the patrol scene as well!)
Prompt: There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close
Pairing: Nate x Detective (Surina)
Word Count: 1.3k
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Before exhaustion completely set in, sinking her eyelids closed, Surina snapped her eyes wide open and shook her head, forcing herself alert. The day had already been exceptionally busy between interviewing neighboring property owners involved in a difficult dispute and a too-long debriefing via video conference with Unit Bravo she barely paid attention to - the meeting ending with a reminder that she was on schedule for a patrol shift that night. And there, on that balmy, calm night, just before the clock tower struck midnight, Surina never thought she could actually fall asleep while walking, especially holding a paper cup of hot coffee in one hand and anchoring herself to Nate with the other, fingers curling around the hem of his jacket.
Though Wayhaven had returned to its quiet and comfortable atmosphere after the ink dried on the latest supernatural treaty, Captain Sung, at the dual persuasion of Agent Batra and Mayor Friedman, signed a temporary order to re-implement routine patrols through the town.
Surina never did mind patrol; they were a highlight of her officer duties with Tina. And now, through either luck or negotiation, her bi-weekly patrol partner was Nate.
Nate, who she was quite fond of, enough so that he featured prominently on her mind and in her heart. Nate, who usually paced with such a relaxed gait, keeping lookout of the sights and sounds surrounding them while engaged with conversation or relaying a favorite tale. Nate, who tonight, since her break for caffeine, instead returned quick, terse replies. Distracted, shoulders hunched with his hands shoved into his pockets.
“Can we stop?” Her question cut through the silence, capturing his attention. The crease in his brow eased with concern. Surina bent a leg, rolling her eyes towards the pointed, high heel behind her. Not only was she unable to afford rest in between shifts, she lacked enough time to switch footwear. “My feet are getting sore. Should have opted for more sensible shoes this morning.”
“You look lovely in them,” with an evaluation of their immediate space, Nate crouched in front of the detective. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he took her now free hand to rest on his shoulder. “But perhaps next time, I will bring a pair that will be kinder to you.” He jerked his head from one side, then the other before returning his attention to her. “May I?” Surina nodded, turning her own attention to the same directions, sensing nothing. Well, nothing except his firm touch, hands sliding down her calf to remove her shoe, cradling her foot, fingers kneading the sore sole.
“Nate …” his name came out in a shuddering breath, accompanied with a satisfactory sigh as his thumb and forefinger worked exactly how she needed them. A low, barely audible moan followed and when she shut her eyes, sleep was imminent again.
Until Nate, tone uncharacteristically stern, brought her out of the lulled state, “Suri!” Without additional warning, he stood to full height and tore the cup out of her hand, tossing out the coffee onto the sidewalk. “Run, Suri!”
It felt like just seconds, Nate taking a hold of Surina, dragging her as he sprinted several blocks. From the sheer speed of their movement, the wind pricked her eyes, tears forming in the corners. Through the blur of motion, she could not decipher where exactly they were heading, her much shorter legs working harder than ever to keep up with his combination of supernatural speed and long strides.
With one final yank, Nate pulled her into an alley; situated between the laundromat and the combination drug and shop, noted by the mingled scents of clean linen and cherry syrup. Reaching respite, his back slammed into a brick wall, hugging her in, shielding Surina with his jacket lapel, “Nate!” Her voice was harsh, sharp. “What on earth was that?” Head turned with focus on the sidewalk, he didn’t answer. “Nate, was something out there?” He pressed a finger to his lips before pointing towards the street.
A set of what looked like humans passed by, screeching a high pitched sound, fin-like apparatus covering where their ears would be. “They should slow to a crawl,” Nate stated, tone returning to the soothing cadence Surina was used to. “If you wouldn’t mind alerting the Agency, they can take them to the infirmary.”
Understanding the urgency of the matter, Surina pulled her phone from her bag, making the call. As she spoke, her cheek rested against his torso, moving with the rhythm of his breath, regulating to the usual speed of rise and fall. When she gave their location, she felt his grip at her waist, inching towards her back, pressing her closer to him. When Surina said her ‘thank you’, she inhaled, taking in the comforting, earthy, expensive smell of Nate.
Tilting her head up, resting her chin against him, she caught and returned his smile in the dim light. Surina was indeed much closer to Nate than she had been before. Even closer when he had caught her, caressed her during combat training. Or when she did something similar on the sofa in his library. Or when she laid her head on his shoulder, sitting side by side on the ferris wheel, not yet ready to further their relationship.
“Do you want to tell me what that was about, Nate?”
Shrugging, the grin on his face turned sheepish, boyish even. “I’d feared that the klimstids had embarked into Wayhaven. Though peaceful, some may turn feral, which I had caught a quarter of a mile past the convenience store.” One arm squeezed her impossibly closer while the other lifted to hold her chin. “They’re quick, too quick to lead you to safety if they attacked. I did what I had to.”
Her tongue glided across her lower lip, involuntarily, lost in his eyes and the tranquility of his tone. “Distracted them with my coffee and pulled me to safety.”
“Fortunately, in this state, they lack stamina and will collapse into a comatose-like state after quick bursts of energy. Which is precisely what occurred.” There was an uptick in the beating of his heart, pounding in his abdomen against her chest. His long fingers slid across her cheek, wrapping the tendrils of hair which fell out of her already loose bun. “Please forgive me for not being forthcoming sooner … I could not bear to lose you.”
The air between them thickened, Surina leaning into him, realizing her palms flattened on his chest, moving towards his collarbone. Save for the supernaturals likely in a heap next on the sidewalk, there was no better time to wrap herself around him, like he had her. With her attempt to stand taller, a cracking sound shot out, breaking her out of an increasingly heady state. Luckily his quick thinking saved her from stumbling.
It was then Surina noticed that the heel of one pump had fractured while the other was completely missing. The adrenaline of the chase blending with the rush of oxytocin from Nate’s touch distracted from any pain in her feet. They would hurt in the morning and she would deal with them in the morning. “Looks as though I lost my footwear.”
Nate chuckled, bowing his head. “I now owe you two pairs of shoes, Suri. And an appointment with a masseuse. And an apology, I am very sorry.”
“I think you can make it up to me.” Surina kicked off her broken shoe, liting herself onto her toes, reaching her arms to hold his shoulders. Her mouth stretched into a large smile. “You’ve already saved me tonight so, Agent Sewell, can you carry me?”
“Certainly, Detective Batra.” Intentionally slowing his movement, Nate bent to hook an arm under her legs and arm, raising and cradling her into him. Surina held on, upper limbs secured around his neck. That expensive scent was stronger, drawing her to him, closer and closer stopping just as her lips brushed against his. “Suri …” he mumbled into her lips. “As much as I want to continue this, we must deal with the Agency paramedics first.”
Surina pulled back, giving Nate a wink, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Let’s deal with them. Then take me home where there will be more of that.”
#the wayhaven chronicles#nate sewell#nathaniel sewell#nate x detective#wayhaven chronicles#twc#twc fanfic#wayhaven fanfic#nate sewell x detective#hope you like!!#mar writes twc
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a/n: This is my first time posting anything on tumblr, so if formatting is weird, I’m really sorry and if anyone would like to help me make it not weird that would be really appreciated. Smut is (hopefully) under the cut (if I did the Keep Reading thing right).
This is a minor, side piece to a longer chaptered work that I’ve been outlining. So if you’re interested in it and it intrigues you enough that you’d like to read the chaptered work, let me know and I might actually write it. That being said, this isn’t Reader Insert or Y/N, it’s an OC character I’m developing. Although reading this should be easy enough to substitute the character’s name with Y/N.
warnings: This is smut, so please don’t read if that’s something that makes you uncomfortable. Key points are oral (f receiving) and then sex. Also involves praise kink (to the best of my ability currently since this is my first endevor in it) and a brief mention of daddy kink. There’s also implications of mental illness (bi-polar disorder) though it is not explicitly named.
If you feel like i’ve missed mentioning something, let me know and I’ll add it.
word count: 2,487 (according to Word)
Summary: JJ discovers that his girlfriend has a praise kink and they have a really good time with it.
Tessa whined softly. Her head tossed back against the downy pillow cushioning her, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in a desperate attempt to stifle any sounds that may escape. The last thing she needed was her brother barging into her room and catching her with JJ Maybank of all people.
Especially while in the rather promiscuous position they currently found themselves.
Quieting herself was proving to be a difficult task though. No matter how hard she bit into her lip, or how deeply she buried her face into her pillow, JJ’s talents were too much to fight.
He was exceptional with his tongue and each deliberately casual lick he swiped across her heated core sent a shiver of pleasure up Tessa’s spine, forcing another quickly smothered mewl out of her.
A knot was forming in her belly, rapidly tightening in tandem with JJ’s thrusting fingers. His rings had long since warmed to match the temperature of her skin, but that didn’t make it any less exhilarating as they scraped against her entrance.
“Jay…” Tessa whimpered, her own fingers curling through his soft blonde hair.
Simultaneously, her hands worked to push him away and hold him closer. Her peak was becoming almost too much for her to bear, but JJ wasn’t one to let her go unsatisfied.
He paused for a moment, tipping his head up in answer to her whine, offering Tessa a small respite. He looked up her body to her face, an arrogant smirk curling his lips. He drank in her wanton appearance, watched her breasts rise and fall with each heaving breath as she tried to take advantage and regain control of herself. Her sun-bleached hair fanned out around her, a wild halo of tangled blonde locks.
His smirk widened into a cat-like grin, enjoying the desperate little hums she gave. Her hips wiggled gently, urging him to continue. He stroked his thumb over her clit, relishing the delicate flinch of her oversensitive frame.
“Feel good, baby?” His voice was a husky whisper that sent a tingle of electricity through the knot in her abdomen.
She nodded frantically, turning her head from the pillow’s depths to look up at him with wide, pleading hazel eyes. Her hips jerked again, this time managing to slide down on his fingers.
The sudden fullness overwhelmed her. Her teeth buried harder into her lower lip, barely managing to catch the heavy gasp that slipped out.
“Don’t worry, baby,” JJ cooed, lowering his mouth to tickle her clit with the tip of his tongue. “I’ve got ya.”
His purr sent vibrations through her. His fingers crooked inside of her, the rough pads of his fingers scraping against the fluttering walls of her core. He kept his thrusts gentle, bordering on lazy, as he suckled at her vulnerable bud.
He was searching for something within her, that magical spot that would have her falling apart around him with a few deliberate touches.
He knew the moment he’d found it by the high keening squeal Tessa let slip without care and focused his efforts on abusing it in the most gratifying way.
While Tessa had a constant fear that her brother would walk in on them, if they weren’t careful, JJ had zero cares where Topper was concerned.
Though he hadn’t spoken the thought aloud to Tess, the boisterous blonde occasionally wished that the entitled, asshat Kook would find them together. He wanted to see Topper’s face when the prick saw his sweet little sister with a Pogue between her perfectly tanned thighs.
“JJ, please…” Tessa begged, her hips shifting restlessly, hopelessly, trying to encourage him to speed up and force her off the precipice she was precariously balanced on into bliss.
JJ chuckled against her, sending another wave of vibration through Tessa. The knot spasmed, her hips jerking against the constant stimulation. Her thighs tried to close around him, an unconscious attempt to cease the onslaught of pleasure he was raining on her. JJ was quick to catch one leg with his free hand, forcing it back against the warm teal sheets.
He could feel the muscles under her soft skin quivering beneath his palm and it drove him on, knowing she was so close to the edge and he was the one to bring her there.
“Come on, Tess,” he urged, tilting his head to kiss the unbound thigh. “Such a good girl, Tessa. Cum for me.”
Tessa felt the knot in her abdomen tighten exponentially, a jolt of electricity ripping through her accompanied by a gush of slick that JJ happily lapped up.
Her body was a mess of twitching shivers, for a moment she saw stars. The world went silent as JJ rode her through her orgasm.
When she finally came down, JJ was hovering over her, pressing soothing kisses to her neck and face.
As her vision cleared from its pleasurable haze, Tessa met his gaze. His blue eyes were dark, his smirk cocky and Tess couldn’t imagine anything more attractive in this moment. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hands slipping into his hair to hold him against her as he nipped and sucked at the tender spots of her throat.
Her body was still tingling in the aftermath of incredible bliss, her core throbbed, aching to be filled again.
She’d never felt like this before.
JJ had always brought her to orgasm, usually multiple times, but she’d never had one so strong before. She’d never been left reeling like she was now.
Trying to push through the fog lingering in her brain and the distraction of JJ’s lips against her skin, Tessa recalled the moments before her orgasmic out-of-body experience.
“Such a good girl…”
Tessa’s eyes shot open, her arms wrapping tighter around JJ. She shot up against him, pressing them flush together. His words were on repeat in her mind.
JJ fell back in reaction to her sudden impact but grinned up at her as she straddled him, his hands resting against her hips. She ground against him, fingers carding through his hair and lips crashing against his desperately.
Good girl, good girl, good girl
A thick moan ripped its way from her throat and this time there was no attempt to stifle herself. JJ groaned with her, hips rutting up against Tessa.
Her hand shot between them, slipping into his board shorts to stroke his hard cock. He moaned again, head falling back in surprise and pleasure.
When she tried to free him completely from his nylon prison, he gripped her hips a little harder, pulling back slightly to look her over.
“Baby-”
“Say it again,” Tessa interrupted, leaning in to kiss along his neck. “Please, JJ, say it again?”
Her voice was breathy and desperate, JJ had never heard her sound like that before. Even in the throes of bliss. It made his cock throb and ache, but he tried to push his lust down and focus on her request.
“Babe,” he choked, brain short circuiting as her teeth nipped against his pulse. “Tessa,” he tried again, a little stronger. He grabbed up her wrists, tugging her hands from him and pushing her back just enough to force her to meet his gaze.
Her pupils were blown wide, the normal hazel almost completely concealed by black. She looked a little manic and he wondered if she was having an episode. He tried to wrack his brain for other signs he may have missed throughout the day but couldn’t recall any. He’d even seen her take the little white pill this morning, before they took out the Pogue.
“Tess, baby, you good?” he questioned softly, keeping their gazes locked.
“I just…I…” she stuttered, before deciding to just ignore speaking and try rocking her hips against his again.
JJ grabbed her hip with one hand, keeping her wrists locked in the other, stilling her so she would focus.
“Talk to me,” he demanded. His nerves were starting to grate, the uncertainty of the situation creeping through him, expelling the lust he’d felt moments ago.
“I’m…you said I was good…I want to be good, J.”
His hedging anxiety dissipated in an instant, soothed that her mania was induced by pleasure and not anything more serious.
Using his grip on her wrist, JJ tugged her closer, pressing their lips together fiercely. He moved the kisses across her cheek, to her jaw, until his mouth rested at her ear.
“You wanna be a good girl for me, Tess?” he purred, reveling in the shudder that wracked her body and the deep, heated flush that colored her cheeks all the way down to the tops of her breasts.
“Yes,” Tessa breathed, tilting her head back to give him more access.
“My good girl,” he praised, laying her back into the pillows. Her arms returned to their position around him, fingers brushing through his soft blonde locks until they were mussed and standing on end.
JJ didn’t care as he delved down, kissing and nipping along the column of her throat, over her collarbone, to settle at her breasts.
“Legs up, baby,” he crooned, smirking against the velvety skin of her breast when she obeyed without hesitation. Her ankles crossed against his back, heels resting at the base of his spine.
He was quick to slide his board shorts down, only removing them enough to free his cock.
Tessa whimpered as he filled her, inch by inch until he was fully seated within her. Her fingers clutched at him, her hips rolling up to meet his.
He kept a slow pace, his cock dragging against the warm cavern that clutched him desperately.
Carefully, he pulled first one hand and then the other from his hair, lacing their fingers together against the teal sheets. His face hovered over hers, their breath mingling, and gazes locked.
There was something about the constant eye contact as he moved within her that drove her closer to the edge faster than she thought possible.
She whined, breathily. Her body moved with his, keeping pace with every deep thrust he landed within her. The tip of his cock brushed against the splendid spot, once, twice. Over and over again. Tessa gasped, eyes fluttering closed and head tilting back as ecstasy washed over her.
“No, no, baby,” he admonished with a husky chuckle. “Good girls keep their eyes open.”
She blinked rapidly, focusing her gaze on his again. She sighed, mewling and rocking against him.
“So good for me.”
Another mewl and it took a great deal of effort to continue obeying him as the knot in her abdomen began to rebuild.
She fought the urge to close her eyes though. She was good, she’d listen. If she listened, he’d stay and keep telling her she was good.
JJ felt Tessa’s walls start to flutter around him, gripping tighter. Her fingers squeezed his, her lower lip coming back to rest between her teeth as her whines started to rise in pitch.
He leaned in, closing the last few millimeters between them to capture her lip for himself.
“You close pretty girl?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
She nodded, leaning up to kiss him again. JJ swallowed her whimpers and moans, moving a little harder against her. His cock brushing relentlessly against the bliss inducing spot.
“Cum for me, good girl,” JJ commanded, forcing himself deeper inside her.
Tessa cried out, falling apart around him.
He joined her, dropping his face into her neck to bite the tender flesh of her shoulder, muffling his own sounds of pleasure as her body milked him.
As they returned to themselves, panting heavily and hearts still pumping rapidly, JJ rolled to the side, dragging Tessa with him until she rested curled around him.
She nuzzled happily into him, content to drift in post-coital bliss while he worked on pulling her comforter around them before laying back with her.
He watched her fade into unconsciousness, fingers twitching for the joint he had tucked in his bag. Tess didn’t like him smoking in her room though, her mom and brother asked too many questions and she wasn’t willing to let Topper in on the secret of her Pogue boyfriend just yet.
Instead, he distracted himself by toying with her hair. The soft blonde locks were tangled and mussed, but he was able to find sections that allowed him to sift his fingers through without disturbing her.
He was curious about this new kink they’d discovered. She’d never mentioned it before but based on the way she’d hesitated in telling him what she wanted, he would bet she hadn’t known about it before today. Not really anyway.
She’d told him about her dad, who’d split a couple years ago to move to the mainland with some secretary or intern or something. Tess had said she’d been close to him, before he’d divorced her mom and moved out with the twenty-some year old.
His gaze drifted across the room to the windowsill and the picture frames perched strategically there, focusing on the one in the middle.
The plain black frame was easy to miss, especially if you weren’t looking for it, surrounded by ones that were much larger and more decorative, but he’d seen it before. Inspected and even been a little jealous of it before he found out the story behind her dad’s departure.
The man in the picture didn’t really look like a Kook, with the black snap back and Dollar Store sunglasses, but that wasn’t what really interested JJ anymore. It was the little blonde girl, balanced precariously on a surfboard that was twice her size, while the non-Kook looking man carried it (and the girl) through the water.
It had been Tessa’s first time ever surfing, her dad had taken her out without her mom knowing. Tessa was maybe six in the picture. She didn’t remember much of the day when she tried to recount it, but it didn’t matter because it was one of her favorite memories anyway.
His gaze dropped to the bottom of the frame, tracing the silver letters in his mind.
Daddy’s Girl.
He glanced back down at Tess and smirked.
His Kook Princess had daddy issues, he’d stake all of his meager possessions (and John B.’s) on it.
He settled back into the orange and blue pillows, one arm behind his head while the other wrapped around Tessa’s thin frame, tugging her closer. His eyes drifted shut, ready to fall into the oblivion of sleep and take advantage of his girl’s luxury bed in place of John B.’s pull out sofa.
As sleep began to pull him under, a thought crossed his mind. Brief as it was, it still brought a confident smirk to his lips and he decided his next goal was to get Tessa to call him daddy at some point.
And wouldn’t that be just the perfect time for Topper to walk in on them?
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