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f1amboyant · 7 months

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I'm living for your Charlos and single dad Charles like please!!!! The idea is so good 🥺

Okay so I don't know if I can help with some inspiration or anything but, I need to know more about it. So here's my asks

- Whats the kid name? How old is he? Is he adopted or from a previous relationship? Like is Mpreg real in this au or Charles get to parent his child because the mother is out of the picture in a way or another?

- For Carlos now, do he fall first for Charles? Does he take extra care of making sure this kid is being great at football? Does Carlos also tries to influence them to be madridistas?

- For Charles. How old is he? When did he became a father. Was he barely adult and took full responsibility? Was he still studying and drop out or does he manage to finish his studies?

- Also is there any other drivers that will appear in this AU?

Sorry about the whole ass questions you can ignore me if I'm being stupid 😅

In reference to this post: 1-5 ideas!

Aargblfhmfqhl that’s such a great ask! Thank you so much 😭

Okay. First, don’t apologize for all those questions! ✨ I don’t have the answer to any of those (because the story is still a mere idea in the back of my mind for now) BUT it’s really helpful because now I can think about it a bit and start to flesh out this story!

Second, the idea comes mostly from this post, I don’t want to take all the credit. But I loved it so much when I first saw it! I want to write something about it at some point! 😍

Okay, now, to your questions:

Whats the kid name? NO IDEA. Something French or Italian, probably? Any suggestions anyone?

How old is he? 8

Is he adopted or from a previous relationship? From a previous relationship

Like is Mpreg real in this au or Charles get to parent his child because the mother is out of the picture in a way or another? Both are possible. But I think it would probably be mpreg. It’s very cliche, but it’s way less likely for a mother to leave her child and if she’s not in the picture, it would mean she’s dead and I don’t want to write this (there are probably a million other possibilities but this is what comes to my mind fitting this story). So mpreg (though that would not be the center of the fic at all, just a background thing that can be ignored for those who don’t like it)

For Carlos now, do he fall first for Charles? Charles falls first. Carlos has to take care of all the kids running around everywhere and he doesn’t really have the time to notice one parent in the sea of parents. On the other hand, Charles gets all the time in the world to ogle the sexy coach (‘Dad, did you see my goal, it was so cool, right? Dad? Did you see?’ ‘Hmm yeah, yeah, so cool kiddo’ Charles answers blushing because he did not see at all, too focused on the coach. Damn, Charles, be a good dad and focus on your son, dammit). Plus, seeing someone else taking care of his son, when it had been just him for so long, just stirs something deep inside Charles and warms his heart. So yeah, Charles falls first.

Does he take extra care of making sure this kid is being great at football? At first, Carlos treats him like any other kid. Then as he gets closer to Charles and his son, he tries to coach him more, to be there for him, to give him extra time. But I also imagine the kid being just as terrible at football as Charles is, and it’s endearing but it’s also driving Carlos crazy because he wants his team to win, but he wants to make Charles and the kid happy and arrrghhhh he doesn’t know what to do.

Does Carlos also tries to influence them to be madridistas? ABSOLUTELY. Cue Charles knowing nothing about football and the kid having stars in his eyes when he can talk about his favorite player with Carlos. Charles’ heart melts again.

For Charles. How old is he? 26/27 (basically how old he would be by the time I can find myself to write this 😅). No but more seriously, it’s because of your next question ->

When did he became a father. I’m thinking messy teen pregnancy, barely 18, gets knocked up with a first boyfriend that turns out to be kind of a douche (but Charles is naive and in love). So the boyfriend breaks Charles' heart and leaves him to deal with the pregnancy (and of course Charles wants to keep the baby).

Was he barely adult and took full responsibility? Yep. Barely adult yet took full responsibility. His family was a great help (his mother being all here for him and the baby).

Was he still studying and drop out or does he manage to finish his studies? With a lot of help from his family, Charles was able to finish his studies (architecture, maybe?) but it was so so so hard.

Also is there any other drivers that will appear in this AU? Yes! Pierre and Lando are the best friends obviously. Other drivers will appear. Maybe some will be other soccer parents, the second coach could be another driver. The douche boyfriend could be another driver too 🫣 No idea who anyone could be for now though. Any suggestion?

Thank you so much for all those questions. It definitely helped me brainstorm this idea a little bit and spark some inspiration. Feel free to send more (for this idea or another)!

My ask box is still open ✨

#ant answers asks #single dad charles au #charlos #fic ideas #brainstorming #i'm so so fond of this little idea i need to find the time and inspiration to write it #rafarogeliofr

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waitingforwinterwinds · 1 year

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Game of Thrones - 58 EDDARD XV (pages 604-613)

After an unknown length of time in sensory deprivation prison, Ned gets a visit from Varys who catches him up on the state of things, and reminds Ned he still has people to protect or not.

The reader, having spent far too long trying to estimate the size of a courtyard with asymmetric garden beds from pictures that were all in isometric views and is thus quite grumpy, is being perhaps a little unkind to the characters tonight.

Cracks ran down his face, fissures opening in his flesh, and he reached up and ripped the mask away. It was not Robert at all; it was Littlefinger, grinning, mocking him. When he opened his mouth to speak, his lies turned into pale grey moths and took wing.

Petyr wishes he looked as cool as Gandalf doing that (and he's not even real.

ewwww, that's disturbing

I still kinda wish that had made it into the show. They cut out such good mental health update moments!!!

Not surprised Ned's going through the mental wringer though, between the pre-existing mental exhaustion, the pain from his leg, what ever coming of milk of the poppy is doing and the full on sensory deprivation of this cell? Ick. Like seriously ick, this is like the black magic recipe for near instant mental breakdown.

Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when Prince Rhaegar urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty laurel in Lyanna's lap. He could see it still: a crown of winter roses, blue as frost. Ned Stark reached out his hand to grasp the flowery crown, but beneath the pale blue petals the thorns lay hidden. He felt them clawing at his skin, sharp and cruel, saw the slow trickle of blood run down his fingers, and woke, trembling, in the dark.

I feel like that is such a good metaphor for that whole thing. A large chunk (not necessarily the majority, but certainly not a small number from my observations) tend to think Lyanna and Rhaegar were romantic (I blame the show, just as a default maneuver because it saves time) but he was a married man and she was a literal child. She died giving birth at sixteen. Which means she had to have been with Rhaegar since closer to at least fifteen, but almost certainly younger. If this happened in the modern era, we'd be disgusted. Or maybe the 'but it's so romantic true love, secret marriage UwU' crew would do a flip and join the 'this young girl clearly seduced this married man with her feminine wiles' brigade. Goodness knows the bullshit in Hollywood proves that's a real reaction people have.

But back to the metaphor.

Because part of the narrative, especially the one driven by the show, really tried to dress it up like it was supposed to be romantic, this 'love' that dragged an entire country to bloody war, but underneath, once you start to actually look, if you start to feel it out, it's nasty and full of pain.

But also: how heavy must the weight of this gotten for Ned? The guilt for not saving her, for not keeping his promise perfectly, for the harm trying to keep that promise caused, intentional or not? And he has this weird "Even now, he was a Stark of Winterfell, and his grief and rage froze hard inside him." thing going on.

I am prescribing this entire family to therapy.

"- They taught me that each man has a role to play, in life as well as in mummery. So it is at court. The King's Justice must be fearsome, the master of coin must be frugal, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard must be valiant... and the master of whispers must be sly and obsequious and without scruple. A courageous informer is as useless as a cowardly knight." ... "Your own ends. What ends are those, Lord Varys?" "Peace," Varys replied without hesitation. ... "I want you to serve the realm," Varys said. ... "- Tell me, Lord Varys, who do you truly serve?" Varys smiled thinly. "Why, the realm, my good lord, how could you ever doubt that? -"

Is that how you sleep at night Varys? By telling yourself 'it's just your job, what could you possibly do to help people?' Is that how you justify yourself? Everything you do is for the people, it's all for the peace. Then why not stop Jon Arryn's murder? Why not stop Littlefinger sewing the seeds that started this farce? Or did your information somehow miss that when you seemingly know everything else?

Either you know everything, and you allowed this all to happen, or you don't know as much as you claim. Which is it, Varys?

You disparage Ned's honour and the court for playing the game of thrones in much the same breath. Did it never occur to you, that the reason the game of thrones goes on, is because corruption is allowed to fester within the establishment of power, because any time someone with honour or a sense of actual justice tries to do anything to better the government, they get cut down and left to rot in a ditch.

"Or are you in league with Littelfinger?" That seemed to amuse the eunuch. "I would sooner wed the Black Goat of Qohor. -"

Now I'm just imagining Littelfinger and Varys playing little league baseball, complete with uniforms. "Black Goat of Qohor" hmm? hang on a tic... ... Not sure if Satan or Christmas (Gävle) Goat.

Awww, Rhaenys' kitten was called Balerion, that's so cute.

This world is so cruel. It shouldn't be, but the people who would say "it's not fair, so I'll make it fair" either never have the power to do so, or don't have the power to do so long enough to actually do so.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #game of thrones #got #a chapter a day reading #ned stark #eddard stark

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red9 · 1 year

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do you think there’s something wrong with me ?

@devilsbaptist

There was warmth that came with his closeness, that tender touch, skin on skin as the Baptist lay beside him. So rare to ever see him so vulnerable, how many nights it took to get him to this point. A man who was raised on violence, whose hands could do nothing but destroy, learning to love, how to be so gentle. Now here they were, a night of soft sighs and tangled bodies, lost beneath the sheets without need for bloodshed or leaving his mark. Outside the cool night breeze drifted in through the open balcony doors, the sounds of Hope County dancing on the wind while the music of the bliss lingered like a faint tune in the back of his mind. Home- this felt like home. There was no place else he’d rather be than with him at his side.

Fingers combed through his dark locks, gaze on the ceiling fan that spun slowly overhead. His breathing was soft, even, almost expecting him to fall asleep right there on top of him, head on his chest. But there was something in him, something that got under his skin that set all this in motion. Knowing earlier that day he had met with his brother, and came home different- something he wouldn’t speak on, but he knew well how said encounters would often go. He’d heard the voicemails, knew well his struggle within. A constant battle with himself, wanting to be good enough for the eldest, while also fighting to earn his way into Eden’s Gate. A tightrope he was forced to walk, being pushed to the edge with a knife at his back and told not to fall to temptation. Cracks in his façade, like leaks in a dam, pressure building until even he was prone to break.

Something he’d never expected, the question taking him off guard. A genuine thought, from a voice so small, so soft, it almost didn’t seem like John at all. More like an inner child coming forth, that voice in his head- the picture of a younger version of him, bruised and battered, asking what he was doing wrong. The very sound was enough to leave his chest aching, like a knife in his heart, twisting around as he felt himself choke on the air. Do you think there’s something wrong with me?

He knew the way others saw him. Where many often idolized him, there were more that often feared him. It was no secret the things he did within his bunker, the messes he made of corpses that littered the archways and streets. Bodies, filled with flowers, and those who lived disfigured from carving flesh from bone in attempt of freeing them of sin. He himself was not immune from this, having met firsthand the end of his blade, the tip of his needle, John being sure to leave his mark on the one he found most precious. He was a force to be scared of- his own brother letting those words pass through his lips. That people followed him because they feared what he’d do otherwise. But he knew the truth, down inside, that he was loved, and that Joseph was wrong.

“I don't think the worlds been kind to you, but I don’t think there’s something wrong with you, my love.” The words fell careful, calculated as he thought it over, fingers playing through his hair, running in long strokes down his spine as his brow furrowed at the sky. “Your brother doesn’t know you as well as he thinks he does. Your brother doesn’t know all of what you’ve been through either- you know this.” Sure, word of mouth was one thing, but never would Joseph grasp the pain that the younger brother endured, how could he? The man had left him behind, and only returned to 'save' him when it seemed convenient to his plan. “He has no right to judge you, tell you what is right and wrong. I see nothing wrong with you-”

He’d pause then, taking a moment to sit himself up against their headboard, give himself chance to look down at the other, trace fingers over the scars that marred his back, the tattoos that ran the length of his arms as he spoke. “I see you, the real you, the John I love is nothing short of perfection. Right and wrong is all a matter of perspective, and what your brother sees in you is wrong… He doesn’t know you like I do.” John Seed- the real man behind the mask. One capable of love- all he needed was a hand to offer it. “Don’t listen to him mi amor, you’re perfect to me- does anything else matter?”

#devilsbaptist #ask.#v: far cry.#ugly crying over them.

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christmascocos2023 · 8 months

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Sunday 20th August

Take 2 of Motorised Canoe trip! Up again 0445 . This time the wind is not mad and no rain so🤞. Must say was a bit harder to get up this morning😁.

Have just got back and it was magic! Weather perfect. Where you go is to 4 separate islands but all in a protected area(by islands and reef). Area is used a lot for kite surfing as apparently international standard. We went at the peak of high tide and it is not deep at all as you can easily see the bottom. It is another picture perfect environment . The group was 20 and all couples except me. Big advantage was as the canoes are 2 person I got to go with Kylie one of the guides. So thankfully didn’t have to start the motors or steer. I just sat in the bow and my only job was to drop the anchor when told😁. So I was able to look around and enjoy the trip with no responsibilities 😁.

The canoes are motorised outrigger canoes. The motor looks a bit like a glorified lawn mower engine😂.We got a very quick introduction on how to start the motors and when, how to turn them off quickly and when and how to steer. Also what to do if we got in trouble. Kylie’s husband Ash comes with a motor boat and Kylie leads and he brings up the rear. Some of the men knew boats but some were pretty challenged as I was but by the end everyone was looking pretty confident. We only had trouble with one engine and that was my boat and as Kylie the driver not a drama. It is Ash’s job to fix the mechanical/motor issues as they arise on the hop so to speak.

The first trip in the canoes was the longest and most challenging as a bit of swell and chop so got soaking wet but was going to be anyway! They do loan you wet bags for your gear to protect them from getting wet. In the chop the canoes can take on water and they have a handy thing to bail water that gets in If needed. Some is ok but to much isn’t! You are told you will get wet in the canoes!.

Our first stop was an island that they had set up tables and there looked to be a bit of a structure on it though not sure what is for. Kylie put some food scraps out for the 1 remaining chook on the island and it also brings lots hermit crabs. We then were served cheeses,ham some salmon with sourdough bread, biscuits and dips. With that was choice cool drinks,beer or Champagne. Very civilised as we all stood on the beach and chatted. Ash then told us we were going to have a Hermit crab race. He drew a big circle and then another one just inside it and a small one in the middle. We all got ourselves a crab put them in the inner circle and we stood on the outer one. The first crab to reach the circle before the one we were standing on won. My crab came equal 3rd after a slow start. He came up from behind 🤣🤣.

We then went over to an island that has a colony of endangered skinks and did a count of what we saw in 3 designated areas. This is done for parks and wildlife to help keep tabs on them. Sort of citizen science. The next island we stopped and walked through a path across the island(about 10mins max) saw a huge frangipani tree the size of a coconut palm and popped out in an area that apparently at low tide you can walk from tiny island to the next on and there are lots! This area apparently is a big one for bird lovers as a type of bird that does get to Australia ones in migrations at certain time year. Sorry don’t remember all the specifics as not into birds😁.

This island is also the one the locals come and spend the day or camp (not legal but the locals ignore it😂) Johnny Clunies Ross who lives on West Island camps there a lot apparently 😁. Beautiful place if you have a little dingy to come across as a family even for the day which they do. Saw lots families enjoying it, cooking little gas fired burners I assume they bring themselves. Lots shade, very safe for kids, couple hammock s set up, pretty perfect! Ash also did a coconut husking demonstration and we tried the flesh of the ripe coconut and of one that was not fully mature so the white bit filled the whole nut and was soft rather than just the edges of the harder coconut meat. Some people tried to husk one themselves as we had the option. As the husk uses a star picket sticking about 30-40 cm out of the ground it is a bit risky but none got hurt trying.

We then went to the island from which we did snorkelling. I have developed a problem keeping my face down when snorkelling, partly due to be concerned I would end up off course and separated from my group and partly because my claustrophobia seems to kick in. So it was with some trepidation I decided to at least try. The idea was to snorkel around the island and pop out the other side directly opposite where our canoes were and walk to them. As it turns out the walk was about 2 mins😁. Kylie led us and Ash stood on a headland with a life buoy in case anyone got into trouble. Have to say pretty hard to do so given it is quite shallow and you can stand but have to be careful to stand on sand bits and not on the corals,but as you turn the headland there is a strong current. Fortunately it just pulls you to the sandbar near where we were to get out. However to see some really good bits you need to swim against it to get there and I am obviously not a strong enough swimmer as I couldn’t quite make it. However I bobbed up a few times when saw sand and then snorkelled so did see heaps. Saw lots fish with some swimming so close they would almost touch your goggles, Corals, sea cucumbers, reef sharks babies, and 4 turtles! It was well worth braving it even if I did pop up a few times😂😂.

We then helped put the canoes up and got driven home. It was a magic day and if tomorrow is the same weather my Turtle tour should be the same.🤞.

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They advertise for kids and any age group . The website actually says you have to be able to get in and out of a canoes and moderate fitness.However we had an obese man and his elderly father who uses a walking stick turn up. They ended up not coming when they realised that some physical stuff was needed. They were offered a ride with Ash in the boat but the elderly man would not have been able to get into it. You have to be able to at the very least get into the canoes backside first, no step ins, obviously you have to be able to get out and sling an anchor, walk in water and on a track that whilst flat is strewn with dead coconut fronds and fallen coconut trees you have to step over. You don’t have to snorkel so that is fine. They also provide snorkelling gear if you don’t have it and they have a few reef shoes and Crocs you can use assuming they fit😁.

Although told to bring bathers(in fact you need to wear them as no place to change and anyway you get wet as soon as you head out on the first leg😂.) some people just wore shorts and top or those Kathmandu long travel trousers. I assume because they didn’t intend to snorkel they assumed they wouldn’t need bathers😏.

I would definitely recommend this tour, well worth it.

We were also told that Cocos is suffering with affects climate change. The seas are rising, sea temps increasing and tides changing. There has also been a loss of their sea grass due to the dredging done to created and build the Ferry Jetty which took years longer than predicted . This is what killed off the sea grass and with it the food for Green Turtles who have had to compete with the other type for the centre of corals.Plus loss of some fish.

Also there is the work on the runway that is being done by RAAF and apparently they expect to have a RAAF base here in a few years. So this little idyllic island will change.☹️

A few photos of the motorised canoe trip. Don’t do it justice ! I used the canoe again next day when did the Turtle Tour again with Kylie working the motor 😁. Also couple of the crab race😁

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 2 years

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Speaking of recent Disney movies that deal with generational trauma (I haven't seen Turning Red yet at the point of typing this ask but would like to) I've been DYING to know your thoughts on Encanto. Like I've been low key hyperfixated on it ever since I saw it the first time, and I've been wanting to know what you thought about the movie because I like hearing your opinions on things, regardless of whether I personally agree with them or not, and you haven't yet made a post talking about Encanto, not to my knowledge anyway, sooo... here's me asking. What are your thoughts? What's your favorite song from the movie? What's your favorite moment? Who's your favorite character?

Oh man, I am so ambivalent about Encanto.

To answer the last question, which I think answers the first: Antonio is my favorite character. And I think Antonio should've been cut from the movie.

I love the sequence between Mirabel and Antonio just before his coming-of-age ceremony, because it works on so many different levels. When Antonio's going up the stairs and holding Mirabel's hand, we know there are a million things going through her head:

She wants him to succeed, because she loves him and wants what's best for him.

She doesn't want him to succeed, because his success will separate them and further isolate her.

She wants him to succeed, because he's obviously scared and she feels for him.

She doesn't want him to succeed, because his success will mean that there's something wrong with her.

She wants him to succeed, because she wants him to fit in with the family the way that she does not.

She doesn't want him to succeed, because she doesn't want him to fit in with the family the way she does not.

On and on. It's such a wonderful sequence and does a lot to establish Mirabel as a character in a way that makes us feel for her. No matter what happens at the top of those stairs, it will be bittersweet for her and she will try to tamp that down to be there for her little cousin.

That said... there are too freaking many characters. It's not even that I had trouble keeping track of them but that there was way too much going on in that movie for any of them to get fleshed out properly. Antonio has a ginormous reveal of his animal-powers... and then those powers never come up again. Luisa sings the best song in the movie (there's that question answered!) and then her conflict gets sort of hand-waved in the third act. Isabela's almost the opposite, having a moment of revelation and resolution for a conflict we didn't know she had because the idea of her being "perfect" was never set up properly. I think Augustín, Pepa, Julieta, Félix, Camilo, and Osvaldo have storylines that lead to character development as well, but it's hard to tell because they mostly also happen way in the background of other events.

There's just too much going on in that movie. The miracle house is never really explained, and thus the way that Mirabel saves it doesn't get set up enough for the audience to get what happened. Her abuela's pressure to be everything for the entire town is... hinted at, I guess, but not fleshed out enough for us to get why it's so important that everyone keep using their gifts. Although we can see the implication that the arguments are what cause the house to fall apart and the resolution is what fixes it, that's also not fleshed out properly. The "bigger on the inside" set pieces with Antonio's and Bruno's rooms are cool, but Mirabel's whole side quest for that broken picture comes out of nowhere and doesn't appear to fit with the rest of the house's logic.

So I'd have loved Encanto if it'd been a 12-episode TV show. Or I'd love a version of the movie that has just Mirabel connecting to her grandmother and uncle, without the cousins or siblings. Or one that has just Mirabel mentoring Antonio and helping her sisters, without the older generations' drama. But I just think there's too dang much happening in Encanto to give the cool stuff the screen-time it deserves, within the span of a ~90 minute movie.

#nothing to do with animorphs #encanto #pixar criticism #asks #curligurl0896 #encanto review #encanto (2021)

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noctumbra · 3 years

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❝mutual❞: part two

summary ─ bucky didn’t mean to sneak into your apartment, but that was exactly what he did.

pairing ─ neighbor!bucky barnes x reader [thor odinson x reader]

warnings ─ smut, +18, voyeurism at its damn best, bucky is being a little bit stalker, masturbation, oral sex, riding, sex with heels on, ejaculating on someone’s face, dirty talk,

a/n ─ i know i’m supposed to be writing those 8′s but this one has been in the works for a while now, i had the idea i mean. i have been re-reading some the things i wrote for kinktober and came across to this one and went,,,, “why tf not”. as a result, you have this now :D there might be a part three, have couple things in mind for that one too but haven’t written anything yet. anyway, hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! <333

p.s.: THIS STORY MIGHT INCLUDE DARK THEMES. please read it with caution.

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Bucky didn’t mean to sneak in, but that was exactly what he did.

It was late in the evening. You were out with your friends; you weren’t going to be home for at least another two hours, Bucky knew that by heart by now. After you came home from work and got ready for your night out hastily, you left your window ─yes, that window─ open and Bucky had been watching your curtains move gently for some time now. He wanted to know more about you, wanted to know a bit more personal things; your open window was calling to him softly.

Bucky didn’t mean to sneak into your apartment, but that was exactly what he did.

He looked around after slipping under the half-open window. He had seen your bedroom multiple times when you left your curtains open. The walls were a soft peachy color with posters of various bands on it. Your bed was right in front of the window; it was a classic one with gold colored metal headboard, a queen sized bed placed onto it and covered it with simple, white bedding. You had a lot of pillows, Bucky noticed, and a couple of stuffed animals adorning your dresser. He smiled.

Feet padding in the room quietly, Bucky walked inside of the apartment. Your living room was nicely decorated and had cozy vibes. Also white living room set had matched with light wood kitchen table and chair set; a soft, cream colored carpet was stroking Bucky’s sock-clad feet. You also had very thick knitted blanket on your largest couch. Bucky could so easily imagine you sitting on that couch, under that warm and soft looking blanket and dozing on and off while watching a movie.

Maybe he would be in the picture one day. Maybe he would be there to play with your hair, have you cuddle against him while both of you were under the blanket.

“One day,” he whispered to himself as he made his way towards the room with a closed door. He opened it slowly. It was mostly a library, but you must have been using it as an office, too. You had two huge bookshelves that were embedded into the both sides of the wall and a large desk in between with a very nice reading armchair. You had several plants in the room, too, and that made Bucky smile one more time.

As he made his way back to your bedroom, Bucky heard a soft ‘meow’ and realized that there was an orange, chunky cat.

“Oh,” he chuckled, surprised. “Hello there, sweetie.” Kneeling, Bucky extended his hand to the cat to smell it and then scratched her chin. The cat let out a playful ‘mrr’ sound and rolled onto her back, showing her belly to Bucky, asking him to rub it. Laughing happily, Bucky rubbed her belly, sometimes giving a couple scratches to under her chin and between her ears. “You’re one beautiful and cute fat cat,” he murmured lovingly. The cat mrr-ed at him, making him chuckle once again.

He petted her for a couple more minutes, getting the cat purr and meow at him. Then, he stood where he was crouched down and made his way back to your bedroom. Bucky lay on your bed. It was soft and your duvet was thick; it felt like someone was hugging him. He hummed, satisfied. Just as he was imagining how it would be laying on this bed with you, naked, he heard the key jiggling and door opening with a force. Bucky quickly got off the bed and, knowing that he couldn’t make it on time, he hid into your closet.

You marched in with a huge blond on tow.

Your coat was off, and you were taking off your dress as the guy devoured you with his lips. He was also shedding his own clothes; ditching his jacket on the ground, taking his shirt off when you pulled back for a brief oxygen break… Then, it was your fingers reaching for his belt, pulling it off and letting it fall on the ground with a loud ‘thunk’.

“You’re magnificent, my God,” the guy rumbled with a hoarse voice. Bucky watched you shudder and looking up at him with lust swimming in your eyes. The guy grabbed you by your waist and threw you on the bed, causing you to gasp and bounce on the soft duvet a couple times. Bucky’s breathing was getting quicker as he watched you.

“Oh, fuck, Thor─” You moaned, but Thor cut it off by planting his lips onto yours. His hips were cradled by your beautiful legs, he rolled them against you. You whimpered into his mouth.

Bucky exhaled through his nose, refusing to press his palm against his bulge for some friction and maybe some relief. Seeing you naked except your heels right in front of him, onto the bed he was just laying on, and hearing your moans up close… Bucky was in a dream where you were torturing him so sweetly.

“You’re so beautiful,” Thor whispered. “Mm, you can get louder, can you not?” He rolled his hips against your wet core and you moaned loudly, just like wanted you to. Thor smirked while Bucky whimpered, feeling his cock throb. “Yes, you can,” he mumbled and kissed the valley between your breasts.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky closed his eyes for a second. The situation he was in was bad enough; he really did not need a boner to go with it, but he could see the tent his bulge was creating in his sweats. He cursed himself, as silent as he could be, and opened his eyes.

The scene before him almost made him moan loudly.

Thor was on his by the edge of your bed; his blond hair covered head was buried between your legs and Bucky could tell by the way you fucking scream and moan that he was going to town on your pussy.

Oh, how much Bucky wished to be this Thor guy…

“Oh! Thor! Thor, fuck─” You threw your head back and fisted the sheets. Your eyes were closed and your face was covered with this blissful look. Bucky swallowed a whine. Hearing Thor slurping, his eyes moved to him. Thor pulled back to play with you with his fingers, giving Bucky a sight of your dripping core.

“Fuck,” Bucky whispered to himself and pulled his sweats down to his thighs. He didn’t want to think about the consequences if he were to caught, but he was so having this little thing for himself and his selfish wishes.

You choked on a moan when Thor slipped two of his thick fingers into your wet pussy. “You’re so wet, little one,” he rumbled a groan out. “So tight, too. I can tell that you’re going to feel amazing, bouncing on my cock.”

“Yes! I want that!” You whimpered. Thor’s thick fingers were moving inside of you smoothly, stimulating your already wet core even more. “Please, fuck, Thor, please!” Thor shushed you sweetly by rubbing your thighs and peppering kisses on the available skin in front of him. He took his jeans off.

He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Oh, shit,” Bucky gasped silently as he saw Thor’s cock. He heard a similar sound coming from you, too.

Thor was hung like a fucking horse. He was long and thick, and holy shit, he was mouthwatering.

“Holy shit,” you breathed. Biting your lip as you whimper, you widened the stance of your legs; your eyes focused on Thor’s cock. Thor chuckled darkly. He located his pants and pulled his wallet out, fishing a condom from it.

“You want to ride it, little one? Or you want me to take over?” Thor asked sweetly. Bucky knew that he was about to fuck your brains out of the open window. You whined as you tried to decide. Both options sounded great and it was hard to decide; Bucky knew the feeling.

“Ride you,” you breathed. “Headboard, please.” Thor smiled and leaned in to steal a kiss. You gave him that, preening under the feeling of his huge body covering yours.

Then, Thor rolled over and leaned against the metal headboard like you requested. You quickly climbed on his lap, settling on his groin. Both of you moaned when your bare sexes touched each other while Bucky squeezed the base of his cock to stop himself from coming before the real show started. You rose to your knees, grabbed Thor’s cock and lined it up.

“Shit,” Bucky breathed. He never wanted to be someone else as badly as he wanted at that moment. “Fuck.” His hands were trembling as he held his own cock and balls, squeezing them as tight as he could; almost mimicking how you might feel around him.

You slowly sank down on the huge cock that was splitting you open. Thor groaned deep in his chest while you whimpered. You were going slow, being careful, and Bucky was losing his damn mind as his eyes focused on the way of Thor’s cock getting swallowed by your wet pussy.

“Oh, fuck, Thor, you feel so good,” you moaned. Thor just hummed. His large hands were holding your hips; sometimes they would move down to your thighs or sometimes they would squeeze your breasts. Right now, there were on your hips and holding you tight and close to him as you panted through the feeling of his cock inside of you.

Bucky moved his hand on his member, feeling the veins bulging and tender flesh throbbing in his palm. The sight he had a chance to see was so perfect, Bucky knew that no can kind porn could compete with it.

After a minute of cooling down and adjusting on your part, you started to move. Whenever your wet pussy moved onto Thor’s thick cock, a wet sound echoed in the room. Your already sweat-slicked skin was also making an obscene sound; driving you insane and encouraging you to ride Thor faster.

“You’re so good,” Thor groaned. “Taking me so well, mmm.” One of his hands found your breast and he squeezed the soft flesh. His fingers were playing with your nipple when you felt him thrusting up like he just couldn’t hold himself back.

“Yeah,” you moaned when he thrusted up again. “Yeah, yeah, do it!” Gripping the headboard tightly, you felt Thor bending his knees and placing his hand on your breast back on your hips. You bounced up and down for a couple more times before Thor took over.

Every single of his thrusts were lighting up some place in your body, making you see starts and fireworks in front of your eyes and causing your thighs to tremble. His cock head was repeatedly hitting or grazing over your sweet spot. The only way you were able to thank him was to scream his name while he played your body like an instrument.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck─” Bucky whispered to himself as his hand flied over his cock, jacking it in a light speed. He could see how Thor drove his cock into you with every thrust, could hear the sounds your wet pussy always let out, and fuck him, you sounded so fucking good. Letting out a ragged breath, Bucky slowed down. As much as he’d love to jack himself fast and reach his orgasm quickly, it made too much noise.

“Mmhhm, Thor, there!” Your whimper cut through the haze of Bucky’s mind, pulling him back to the scene before him. Your screams and moans and whimper got louder as Thor himself started to grunt more and more. Bucky could see them getting close to their own edge; their sweat-slicked bodies were glowing under the soft light of the street, their breaths were coming out harsher and their movements have become desperate.

For a while, it was only harsh breaths and skin slapping skin sounds mixing each other; moans and grunts were echoing in the room, Bucky thought he could taste the sex in the air if he tried.

“Where do you want me to come, little one?” Thor asked you, his voice was rough, a roar under it made you shiver. “Hm? On your face? On your ass? In your cunt?”

“Oh, shit,” whispered Bucky as he felt his balls tighten and his cock jerk wildly in his palm.

Whimpering, you held onto the headboard tighter. “On my face. Mm, please, come on my face,” you moaned. Thor grunted. His thrusts picked the pace like it was fucking possible and soon, you were gasping your release. Bucky gasped, too, cursing himself at the same time, he came on his hand. Your bliss covered face had imprinted on his mind now, and he knew he would be pulling that look out whenever he was going to jerk off.

Growling, Thor threw you off of him and laid you on your back, almost ripping the condom off his cock. His large hand flied over the hard flesh. Bucky could see how red the man’s neck and chest were, how the veins on his arms were bulging and how his cock was jerking in his hand; almost purple with how close he was to his orgasm.

You spread your legs, arching your back; you opened your moaned and stuck your tongue out, practically begging him to come on your face. Thor roared, and his cock started to spurt thick, white roped right onto your face.

Bucky watched his come land on your eyelashes, your lips and some in your mouth. Bucky whined very silently. His spent cock was twitching weakly, knowing that if it could, it would get hard again at the sight of your face covered in come, but he wasn’t young anymore.

“That’s a good little girl,” Thor rasped. His thumb collecting the come on your face, he pushed them into your mouth. You closed your mouth around his thumb when he did it, sucking it clean and humming appreciatively through it. “Fuck, little one, you’re so amazing,” Thor whispered. You laughed breathily. Bucky could see you shying away now that the scene was over.

“Glad you like it,” you murmured, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. Thor smiled. His hands were quick to place themselves onto your thighs, he pulled you closer to his chest.

“Can we shower together?” He asked. “I have to go back after that, but I would love to reunite for something like this again.” You hummed as you grabbed onto his shoulders.

“Sure, bathroom is there,” you said, pointing the door right next to where Bucky was hiding. “Also, yeah, please. I would love to reunite some time, too.” Thor smiled toothily at you and got off the bed with you in his arms, wrapped around his huge body like a koala.

“Alright,” Thor said and walked into the bathroom. “You start the water, I’ll be right back.” Agreeing silently, Bucky heard you starting the water and taking off your heels, having heard the soft clinking sound they made when you threw them on the tiled floor. Thor walked into his sight again. He was gloriously naked, and it seemed like he didn’t care about the open window or the curtain. Bucky’s steel blue eyes watched him grabbing his phone and tapping onto it, only to leave it on the bedside drawer. Before he stepped into the bathroom, he stood in front of your closet, where Bucky was hiding still.

“Hope you enjoy the show, mate,” Thor said to Bucky and winked, smiling yet again. Freezing on his spot, Bucky vaguely heard him joining you in the bathroom; the door was closed silently behind him. His heart in his mouth, Bucky quietly got out of your closet, wiping his hand on his sweats, he quickly jumped back in his apartment.

Thor knew he was there, watching them.

Thor knew he was there.

“God, fuck me,” Bucky whispered.

Fuck him for finding it hot and getting turned on by that.

Fuck him for wanting you to be his, wanting you to be to get you to moan, whimper and scream the way Thor did.

Oh, fuck him for knowing that he was going to make you his sooner or later.

He was going to make you his and his only, and the day he was going to that was right around the corner.

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detroitbecomeyandere · 3 years

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You still remember where you were when the news that mermaids were real broke, you were sitting in the library trying to catch up on homework when the person next to you suddenly gasps and turns on a video. More annoyed than anything you tried to ignore his commotion and focus, midterms were coming up and nothing could be more important than that. When you got home and turned on the news you had to double check the date to make sure the headline wasn't a prank.

"That's right folks, the existence of mermaids has been confirmed. Mermaids are real."

That was three years ago and now you had a degree in behavioral psychology and were ready to get out there. You had put in applications at every marine research center you could to try and work with a merperson. Just as you were losing hope the Sunshine Rehabilitation Center reached out to you, requesting your help in dealing with a temperamental merman. You accepted it without a second thought and booked the first flight out and today was the day you were finally going to meet your first merperson.

The night before you got the report of who you would be working with, a shark merman by the name of Cyrus. He had beached himself after some fishermen tore up his tail because he started hunting in their fishing grounds. Apparently he is aggressive and distrusts humans to the point he is hindering his own rehabilitation, the people in charge of the center were hoping you could come in and help them with him. You thought you were ready to meet him but you were not prepared to stand in front of a six million gallon tank and a merman over nine foot.

You had seen a tank like this before at Sea World though unlike those tanks this one was set up to look like the ocean. The sand on the bottom of the tank was almost as tall as you, there was a cave built into the tank to give the merman some privacy. Said merman was currently swimming through the tank as best as he could, the wounds on his tail still looked red and painful. From what you can tell he was a Bull Shark meaning he was already aggressive to start with and his injury only added to it, it was no wonder they needed extra help.

Since it was feeding time you would get to see Cyrus up close and personal and while you were excited you were also nervous, Cyrus could very easily snatch you up and drag you into the tank with him if he felt like it. So you decided to watch him from a distance standing as far back on the platform as you could.

"Okay Ms. y/l/n Cyrus gets a little messy when he eats, you don't get sick from a bit of blood do you?" One of the biologists cracked a smile as she teased you, trying to get you to relax a little. It only made you more tense. A couple of the biologists tossed massive chunks of fish into the tank to get Cyrus's attention, he surfaced causing water to flow over onto the observation deck. You've seen some pictures of mermaids online but none of them looked like him, his jawline was so sharp it could cut glass, his eyes are such a deep brown they're almost black. Opening his mouth he reveals sharp teeth that easily shred the flesh of his meal.

Seeing the other people so close to him made you feel a bit more at ease and as you approached him, Cyrus shot a glare at you as he pulled his food into the pool.

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It's been almost a month since you started working with Cyrus and slowly things were looking up. The first two weeks had been rough, one time he tried to bite your hand off but after you popped his nose out of reflex he straightened up. Since then Cyrus had seemed to become attached to you, always coming to the surface when you climbed the platform, he'd take things from you very gently as opposed to the almost violent way he would take things from other people. It seemed Cyrus had taken to you so much he started bringing you little things inside his habitat which mainly consisted of things he had taken from the other employees or little pieces of his meal. He seemed to be responding well to your time with him and was starting to let the biologists help him. Today however he was acting aggressive again and you didn't know what set him off, his routine hadn't changed at all and he was even ignoring you today.

By the time five rolled around you were fed up with his behavior and ready to go home, almost everyone else had already left so it was just you and two other biologists. You kick your flats off and walk to the edge of the platform to say goodnight to Cyrus it was something you started as a way to build trust but soon turned into second nature for you, once you had rushed out and forgot to tell him good night and it was all you could think about till you came back in. Before you even get to the edge Cyrus is already waiting for you, only his eyes above the water as he watches you approach.

"Goodnight Cyrus, hopefully tomorrow you'll be in a better mood, okay bud? Get some rest!" As you turn to leave a clawed hand shoots out and wraps around you ankle and pulls you to the floor causing you to hit your head stunning you. Cool water engulfs you as Cyrus pulls you to his large chest and swims away from the platform and into the middle of the pool. Once there he rolls onto his back and places you onto his stomach he watches as you cough up the water in your lungs, you place your hands on his hard abs as you steady yourself. Trying to stay calm you talk to him through your hacking "Cyrus *cough* I know you are having a hard day but this isn't appropriate. Now please *cough* take me back to the platform."

The look on his eyes was so intense you start to feel uncomfortable you open your mouth to ask again but Cyrus's hand wraps around your waist as he hoists above his face, and in a swift motion his thumb he pushes your pencil skirt up to your hips and catches your panties and rips them off. You bang your small fists against his hand and he moves you over his mouth, panic shoots through you as you start screaming for the biologists to help you but they just stood there stunned. Logically you knew there wasn't anything they could do but emotionally you were upset that they were about to watch you get eaten. Tears are streaming down your face by the time his tounge slithers out of his mouth and starts to prod at your cunt and before you can react to his actions he plunges it into your tight hole, pushing past your tight muscles. The sudden intrusion burns and you try and push his hand off of your waist but your struggling makes his hold your tighter as he starts to fuck you on his tongue. The painful burn starts to fade into a pleasurable one as his rough appendage rubs against the bundle of nerves inside you, your hips start to grind down against him and he loosens his grip to let you.

Just before the knot in your stomach can snap Cyrus pulls his tongue out of you making a whine escape you, your eyes meet his now almost black eyes. Never breaking eye contact with you Cyrus places you on his waist just below his genital slits. From the cornor of your eyes you see the biologists frantically moving around, in the back of your mind you were hoping they were figuring out how to save you but your hopes were dashed when you saw they were setting up a camera and taking notes. Feeling utterly humilated and betrayed you turn back around to find two erect penises in front of you. They were white and stripped with the same shade of gray on his tail, the penises had to be at least 14 inches. Panic sets in again when he wraps his hand back around your waist and aligns your cunt with the blunt head of one of his cocks.

Trying one last time you try and talk some sense into the horny merman. "Cyrus please it won't fit inside me! You are gonna rip me in half, stop please!" He pauses for a moment and huffs out in annoyance, you breathe a sigh of relief thinking he listened to you, but before your eyes his cock starts to shrink. By the time it stopped he was around ten inches and already pushing inside you. Once again you try to claw at his hand or close your legs anything to stop him from violating you any farther but with a little more pressure from his hand you legs spread open and slams his cock up into you filling you up all at once.

Your head snaps back in both pain as the breath is forces from your body, Cyrus moves you up and down his cock like a fleshlight as he fucks you. His other dick rubs against your clit everytime he brings you down on him the friction sends jolts of pleasure up your spine and soon your slick starts to leak down your thighs as the knot in your stomach starts to build again. Suddenly his member starts to grow inside you and every thought leaves your brain and all you can focus on is how full you can feel. He finally stop when you go ridged in his grip and starts thrusting even faster into you, going so deep inside you could swear he was fucking your womb. Finally the knot snaps and you unravel on top of him, your cunt tightens around him in a vice like grip and with a growl Cyrus cums deep inside you. The cock in front of you erupts as wells and showers you with ropes of hot cum, his grip loosens around you and you slump down onto his body. His cocks softening and retracting from you, Cyrus lays a hand across your back as you come back down to earth. On the brink of consciousness you are vaguely aware of the fact that there are more than two biologists on the platform now. To tired to feel ashamed you close your eyes and let sleep take you.

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elfwoodfae · 3 years

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Eowells x og Eobard x reader.

Warnings: toxic Eo, smut, threesome, double penetration. Also, this is completely consensual, it’s reassured through the fic that they can stop any moment if any of them wants to.

Eobard sighed for the tenth time since the argument had started again, it had been like this since you both had made it to the future. Things seemed a little too tense in between you both; it was always the same argument, the same fight and he could tell you were getting tired of it too. Since finding out about him, finding out what he had to do to survive, you had always expressed interest in knowing what his real body looked like, you wanted to know the real him, but he had never allowed you to. Never said any details about himself. He was too stubborn to do it, specially since there was no winning for him in doing so, if he showed you what he really looked like and you liked his original body more you would still be stuck with Harrison’s body, but if you liked Harrison’s more than the original it would feel like a blow to his pride, even if he would never say it out loud.

He took in a breath, seeing you there standing with your arms crossed in front of you, the frustration radiating off of you, your eyes squinted in his direction, the tension in the air was not helping him see straight. He decided to do what he did best when neither of you could see eye to eye, leave and give you space to cool off, even after years of being married it was still hard to get to an agreement once you both had reached this level of frustration. He left through the window in a fit of red lighting, speeding through the city, trying to calm himself but he was just so tired of this constant argument that seemed to follow him week by week, that he ran, ran so fast until he saw a speed portal opening and swallowing him before he could slow down.

He had traveled to the future; everything seemed fairy equal but after looking around he noticed the year, he had traveled one year ahead. He should have turned around and speeded back to his time, but curiosity got the better of him, making him speed through the city to the house you both shared, looking for you and seeing how things were between you both. He knew he shouldn’t know this much about his own future, knowing how fragile something like time was but he couldn’t help himself.

Once outside he looked through the window, he saw you, walking inside, all doll up and looking as beautiful as ever, but what he saw next made his blood boil. Walking behind you and rubbing his hands up your legs was a stranger, a man he had never seen before. It was clear he wasn’t in the picture and he hated the second he saw you close your eyes and sigh when the man’s hands ran higher up. He closed his eyes before speeding back and creating a portal, it seemed he wouldn’t be with you for much longer if he didn’t change a few things. He made a split second decision as he entered the portal, speeding through time with a goal on mind. He would make sure you were bound to him for life.

He made it back to the house, noticing you were now seemingly more relaxed, but he was even angrier than before. He saw you there, sitting on the couch with a big shirt on and the image of that idiots hands up your body flashed through his mind, infuriating him even more. He flashed to you, grabbing you roughly and speeding you to the bedroom, his hand roughly cradling your face, making enough pressure to show who was in charge but without hurting you. His eyes were like fire, blue oceans with red lightning storming in it, his face adorned with a scowl as he pushed you closer to himself. An animalistic growl escaped his lips before he collided his lips to yours, connecting them in an angry kiss, putting all his rage and fury into it.

His hand found the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair hard enough to make you whine in pain. His other hand traveled up your leg under your shirt, grabbing it forcefully, taking it off of you. His mouth found your neck, biting and nipping at the skin as his hand grabbed your butt cheek, squeezing as a moan escaped you. You could feel the anger coming off of him, this was a different kind of mad, he was furious, possessive, you had no idea what had happened to make him this mad after he left, but still you felt safe in his arms, knowing the moment you wanted to stop he would stop just by you asking him to.

His hand came to your cheek, cradling in roughly once again as his finger squeezed your lips, moving your face up to look at him.

“You are mine y/n.” He growled, squeezing his hand just lightly to make his point clear while his other hand moved down your stomach, passing the hem of your underwear and feeling the wetness that had pooled in between your legs.

You moaned in response, trying to grab his shoulders and get him off the suit he was still wearing. He phased out of it, before turning you around and standing behind you, his hand squeezing the softness of your breast as he made you look to the door before whispering in your ear.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, if you want another man, I can be another man. I will give you what you want so bad.” He angrily growled in your ear while grinding his hips agains the crevice of your ass.

Your eyes widened as you saw what he referred to; there, cradle in the same suit was another speedster, or a copy of Eobard, but when he stopped vibrating himself and pulled his cowl down, your eyes connected and you saw that this man, was a completely different one. His hair was blonde, his eyes where still blue, but a different kind of blue, almost kinder than your Eobard. His body was the same height but a little more wide and full. He was still a sight to behold.

Your mouth opened but no words came out. His eyes took you in form, as his other half, the one wearing Wells’ skin, his words echoing through his mind, the other one had said how there was someone, someone who held their hearts and if they didn’t act fast they would loose her. He had never met her, but he could see the urgency on his other version’s eyes. He knew this version of himself in a different body was from much farther up in the timeline, somehow the way this other him had talked about you made him see that perhaps there was hope for him, that everything he had done would be worth it in the future.

He moved closer, his hand softly touching your cheek, feeling your skin as he closed his eyes, a shocking contrast from how rough his other half was being. Your eyes trained on his face, looking up at him full of adoration. He was beautiful to you, he was yours. His cheeks, his lips, his chin, everything about him was hypnotizing. You saw him opening his eyes, looking directly at yours, your hand softly touching his face, feeling the shadow of a beard.

He looked up to Wells, their eyes connecting and you felt him nod behind you, giving him some kind of confirmation. He brought his hands up your face, moving them to the back of your neck before lowering himself and connecting your lips to his. They were rougher than Wells but his kiss ignited a fire within you, making you throb around Wells fingers. You felt him smirk on your neck, lifting his mouth enough speak.

“She likes it.” He said, a smirk on his face as he took his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.

This comment made Eobard growl into the kiss, his hand trailing down your body, squeezing your waist before moving to your ass, squeezing the flesh there.

“How are we doing this.” he practically growled, his eyes moving momentarily to his others face.

They looked at each other in a way that represented they had gotten to an agreement without needing to utter a word. Wells hand started trailing down your stomach again, tangling in the elastic of your underwear before pulling it down, leaving you completely naked in between both of them. His hands moved lower, his finger moving in between your folds, vibrating once they connected with your clit, making you throw you’re head back into his shoulder, a moan escaping you as your hands gripped Eobard’s shoulders.

Eobard’s fingers kept trailing around the curve of your ass, dipping lower until they found your opening. He circled a finger around it, applying pressure and testing the waters. He felt you stiffen a little at the contact, giving him the feeling you had never done this before, the sole idea of having you this way for the first time made his pants tighten. He felt Wells giving something to him, a bottle of lube. He opened it, pouring some on his fingers before moving them back to your entrance. His lips connecting to your neck, nipping at the skin, marking it and sucking on it enough to distract you from the finger he was beginning to push inside. He worked it slowly, inserting only the first half of it, thrusting it in and out until he could feel you relax around him. Once your body began to relax he pushed it further into the tightness of your ass, curling it slightly and pushing to the sides to start to stretch you out, he waited a moment before adding another finger, feeling how hot you felt around him, working his way into opening you up for his cock, he would need to get you stretch if he wanted it to fit comfortably inside.

Wells moved his own fingers over your clit, still applying vibrations but switching them to his thumb, allowing his other two fingers to move closer to your entrance. He ran them over your opening, teasing along side it until your wetness dripped down them. He pushed one inside, following the other close behind. You were so wet and hot around him, he could specially feel how tight it felt with both their fingers in each hole and he couldn’t imagine how tight it would feel when both their cocks were inside of you, just the idea made him groan in pleasure. His fingers worked their way deeper, curling and stimulating that spot inside of you that always made you moan and twist in pleasure. He felt you clench around him, your walls tightening around him the harder his finger moved over your clit and soon he could feel your legs shaking as his counter part grabbed one of your thighs to hold you in place while your orgasm hit you, making you arch your back further into Eobard’s fingers and your head connect with Wells shoulder.

Eobard phased himself out of his suit, and in a lighting storm they had switched places. Now he was behind you while Wells was in front of you. His hands moved under your thighs, grabbing them firmly before lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist while your back rested against Eobard’s chest. Eobard grabbed his cock, giving himself a few strokes, his lips connecting with the curve of your shoulder as he left a trail of kisses from your neck down your shoulder blades.

“Relax for me.” He whispered in your ear, while the tip of his cock pushed slowly against your hole. He felt you tense in his arms, he could hear you breathing out softly trying to relax yourself as he kissed your neck, trying to distract you from the discomfort of his member going inside of you. He gave you a few moments to relax after he was halfway through to push inside completely, sitting all the way in his teeth sank on your skin at the pleasure he felt being so tightly sitting within you.

He waited for Wells to make his move then, he worried how much your body could take both of them at the same time, reaffirming you that if you were in pain or you wanted to stop you just needed to say it. Wells hand grabbed the base of his cock, he moved it over your opening, against your lips, coating it with your wetness before he held your hips in place and started to push inside. Your eyes closed at the sensation it filled you with, the pressure and pleasure it brought you to have both of them inside at the same time. Wells had closed his eyes, his breath faltering at how tight it was to be inside of you. Making it almost impossible to move of how full they had you.

Eobard’s hands remained on your ass while Wells moved his to your thighs, keeping you in place while he began to thrust first, starting slowly and giving you time to adjust to the sensation, once Eobard felt you relax he began to move, matching Wells thrust, both of them going out and back in at the same time. They soon had you in a moaning mess, your head rested against Eobard’s shoulder while Wells kissed you, his tongue playing inside your mouth as his hips thrusted harder, making you moan and arch your back at the deep spot he had hit.

The faster he began to thrust, Wells could feel you tightening around him, making it even harder for Eobard to move, he was getting close and he could feel you and Wells getting closer too. He moved his fingers around you, moving them to the front of you and down your stomach, moving them over your bundle of nerves as he started to vibrate them. His fingers were thinker and rougher than Wells, they were taking you closer and closer to your orgasm, you could feel yourself contracting around their cocks, feeling so full you could barely breath. Eobard moved his mouth to your ear, bitting and nipping at your earlobe.

“Come for me y/n” he whispered before delivering a particularly hard thrust, making you lose it and come over them both. The feeling of your pussy tightening around him made Wells falter, his thrust becoming erratic as he made sure to push himself deep inside of you as he came. Eobard sped up his movements, moving his hips faster, gripping the skin of your ass hard enough to leave bruises, he grunted into your skin, feeling himself beginning to come, the flat of his tongue licking the sweat on your shoulder as he closed his eyes.

After a few seconds they both got out of you, Wells moved you to the bed, laying you down and moving next to your side, while Eobard moved to the other side. He shouldn’t stay long but he couldn’t help the warmth he felt near you. You curled on your side, facing Eobard, your hand over his chest while your head rested over his arm, you closed your eyes, smelling his scent and relaxing at having this moment with him. Wells didn’t mind, he watched from behind you, his hand resting on the curve of your waist, his eyes were unfocused as he looked at your both. The only thing he lamented was that the child he had put in you wouldn’t resemble his original form.

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writingsbychlo · 3 years

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smoke and fire (epilogue II)

word count; 3193

summary; deep into your relationship, and still happy, there’s a bigger step on the horizon.

notes; please note that this is based two years after the events of the main series!

warnings; reference to arson, reference to injury.

“Tommy, where the hell are we? Why does it smell like burned wood?” You grinned, your vision blocked by the tie Thomas had used to cover your eyes, holding onto one of his hands tightly as he guided you up the pathway beneath your feet. “Seriously, I thought we were having a date night. You said we were going out!”

“We are out, technically.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, your skin tingling a little where his lips had pressed, before he was slowing you down, bringing you to a stop, and his hand left yours. The sunlight that had been pocking through the tie was blocked, shadowed as Thomas came to stand in front of you. “It’s just not what you think. But we are on a date, and we can order some food out here later.”

“Where exactly is ‘out here’? Because we were driving for, like, an hour.”

“Okay, well, it wouldn't normally be that long. I got a little lost because I couldn’t use the SatNav.” He huffed, fingers smoothing over the knot on the back of your head and trying not to pull on your hair as he undid it carefully. You were buzzing with excitement, wondering where exactly it was that he’d brought you, and you blinked a little at the light burned ta your eyes, finally able to see again. Thomas had blindfolded you upon leaving the station after your shift, not wanting you to have any idea about where you were going, and it took you a moment to readjust. “You ready?”

“Totally ready.” You beamed, and Thomas nodded, dipping down to press a quick peck to your lips, before he was stepping out of your way. Staring up at the building for a second, your blinked once, and then twice, before your lips were pursing, head tipping to the side. You stared for another moment, before turning to look at Thomas. “We’re at a burned-up house from a call last month?”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah! Cool!” You faked his enthusiasm for a second, trying to understand where it was coming from. “Huh. Why?”

He rolled his eyes fondly, tucking the tie into his back pocket before taking your hand and tugging you up the steps. The doorframe was burned, the door pulled closed but unable to lock as it hung unevenly on its hinges, and Thomas pushed it open again carefully. “I thought you might want to look around? Can I show you around?”

You didn’t understand much, but you smiled, sensing his excitement in it, and nodding your head. “Yeah, Tommy, of course.”

You stepped in a little more, eyes flicking over it all. There was peeling wallpaper that was scarred with ash and black stains, burned away right down to the foundations in some places, and the ceilings were covered in soot. The floors creaked under your feet as you stepped in glass smashed and the shards stained, and it was unusual to see the remnants of a building like this without all the smoke and fire that usually came with it when you were on the job.

The first room looked like it was supposed to have wide doors, an entrance that would take double doors but they’d fallen down, ripped laces along the frame where they’d torn of, but the debris had been moved from inside of the house. The living room was beautiful, you couldn't deny it. There was a large fireplace against one wall, real log-burning with a chimney up to the roof and if you hadn't actually worked on the case, you’d have immediately put the large accessory down to the cause of the fire.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t. The reason this beautiful large house had burned down was stupid kids messing around with fireworks in the back garden of a house for sale, which was now completely destroyed. What would once have sold for over a million was barely worth a couple hundred thousand anymore, despite the beautiful neighbourhood it was in.

“This room is huge.” You mumbled, stepping a little further inside, and Thomas nodded. There was a file on one side, a place that was covered in old and destroyed bookshelves, a large windowsill beside it, and you could already picture it extended to make a little reading nook.

“Do you wanna’ see how it looked before? There were pictures on the real estate website, it was beautiful.”

You nodded, tuning to your boyfriend as he pulled out his phone, pulling up the pictures and swiping through them, Standing by his side, you looped an arm around his waist, leaning in slightly, and his arm went over your shoulders. Finally finding the right one, he positioned you both to be facing in the right direction, a set of large bay windows on one side that went out towards a decking that had been burned away.

In the photograph, the window had curtain rails and soft white curtains made of a thin kind of mesh, letting in the natural light as they hung over large glass doors. The walls were done up with a pale grey and white wallpaper, leaving it simply for the furnishings, but everything seemed to be in pale shades that made it all feel modern and elegant. Turning you both, he showed off the fireplace, decorated with old cobblestones and shale around the base that decorated it beautifully, before fading away into what had once been smooth oak wood flooring.

There were pictures on the wall at one end, and it reminded you of the wall Thomas had in his apartment, the one you had moved into almost a year ago, but his one was bigger, and looked like it could hold at least three times the quantity. There were couches laid out, surrounding a large television, and it was a huge area, a coffee table that looked like it was almost the size of a dining table.

Moving through to the kitchen together, you were even more taken aback by it. To one side was what was once a dining room, connected fully and open space, enough to seat a whole extended family, and you could only imagine the thanksgivings or the Christmas’, and you would be able to fit the whole squad into that room without trouble, without sitting in different rooms or connecting tables, all squeezing around the kitchen counters at Newt’s place or sitting in the tables, couches and floor like at Minho’s last Christmas.

There was space in the kitchen for an island in the centre, stools in front of it, and built-in ovens and fridges like at the station. There was also a set of large doors here, the glass broken, and you assumed this was where the fireworks had burst right though because there was a hole in the centre of the ceiling up into one of the rooms above.

“I saw this kitchen and I was immediately thinking about the size of it. Y’know, like, imagine the parties or the holidays, with a dining room like that and a kitchen like this I remember thinking it when we were putting out the flames, too.” He scratched at the back of his neck, looking around for a second, and you guided his face back to your own, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Weird thing to think about when putting out a fire, I know.”

“I was thinking the same thing. Big kitchen and dining room, you’d actually be able to fit a family our size into it without trouble. It’s kinda’ wild to think about.”

He chuckled, nodding his head, and his hands lifted to cup your cheeks pulling you back in closer to him. His nose bumped against your own, dragging together for a second in sweet Eskimo kisses, before his lips were meeting your own. Pressing in softly, he was still smiling into the connection for the first few seconds, before his head was twisting to the side, one hand dropping from your face to your waist, smoothing around your lower back and pulling you in even closer.

Pressing up into him, your arms circled his neck, pulling him down to your level as his tongue soothed over your lower lip, and you parted them for him. He sighed, a breathy and delicate sound, before his fingertips were digging into your flesh, holding you tightly as he pulled you impossibly closer. Scratching lightly at the hairs along the base of his neck, he rumbled happily, chest vibrating under your own with the noise and your fingers tangled a little more, and you pulled back. He whined, chasing after you for a few seconds, before letting you go, his forehead resting against yours instead.

“Your hairs getting kinda’ long.”

“You don’t like it?” He teased, and you shook your head, slightly kiss-swollen lips puckering for a second to press to his own again, a series of short pecks, before you pulled back.

“I like it, but you always complain about how sweaty your head gets in your helmets when your hair is too long.” He sighed, knowing you were right, and shrugging it off with a ‘hmph’.

“You know, talking of parties, there’s this amazing outdoor area. It's huge, there’s the decking from the living room and a patio outside here, there’s a big tree at the end of the garden and this amazing barbecuing area.” You nodded along, eyes narrowing on him again as he got excited over it, walking you a little closer to the broken doors so that you could see out.

He was right, there was a tall oak tree at the end of a huge garden, a fire pit made in the middle surrounded by beer cans and wrapped from where you assumed the teens who’d started the fire had been messing around, but with a little love and care, it would be all fixed up. The patio would seat big outdoor furniture, and you could picture a smaller firepit in the centre for later summer nights, as well as the proud barbecuing area Thomas had mentioned, built into the stonework with different levels and multiple grills.

“What do you think?”

“What do I think of this house?” You echoed, and he nodded slowly, almost hesitantly, before you took a deep breath, staring back out to the garden.

“I think it’s beautiful. Or, it was. Has a lot of potential to be incredible again.” You didn’t know much, you’d barely seen half of the lower floor and none of the upper ones. “I haven’t seen much of it, but what I have seen is nice.”

“Well, y’know, there’s big bedrooms. The master bedroom is amazing, it has an en-suite with a shower and a bathtub, a big closet and huge windows for natural light with a little miniature balcony outside of it. There’s a study down here which would make a really nice snug or cosy room, it didn’t get touched as much by the fire so you can get a better image of it when I show you. There are so many bedrooms, seriously, like, six bedrooms. There’s an attic, and a basement, and-

“Tommy, why are we here?” There was something hidden under his voice, his words trailing off after you’d interrupted him and his hand sank back to his sides from where he’d been making gestures with them, his shoulders slumping a little.

“It’s a cool house, I thought you might want to see inside of it! Especially since you and Newt didn’t get to do much when we were here, there wasn’t anybody injured, so you were just left waiting around, and I wanted to share it with you.”

“There’s more to it than that, I know I’m not great at picking up on signals, Tommy, but I’d like to think I got pretty good at reading you over this last year or so.” You studied him for a second, and he shrunk a little more under your gaze, before huffing out a laugh.

“Almost two years, now.” You placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing to reassure him, before sliding up to sit on his neck, letting your thumb brush over his pulse point and calm him. His hand landed on your wrist, following as he trailed it up your arm to find your hand, pulling it away from his body and linking your fingers together instead. He kissed along your knuckles, remaining in silence, but you felt like you were drowning in the nervous tension he was letting off.

“Talk to me, Tommy.”

“Okay.” He let out a shaky breath, nodding his head before looking back up to you. “Well, you and Newt were talking after the case, right? He said Derek lived in a neighbourhood like this when he was younger, and that you had always wanted to live in an area like this. Well, when I was in here, I kept thinking about how beautiful this place was, and how big it was. The whole squad could fit in, and it would be so comfortable. This is the sort of place you spend the rest of your life in, right? I was looking through it all and doing a sweep and because I knew it was empty my mind was wandering. I just thought about how I would never normally be able to afford a place like this, and how the value would go down so much because of the fire, and..”

“Oh, wow, are you thinking of buying this house?” You couldn't hide the shock in your voice no matter how much you tried, and Thomas chuckled as he watched you look around, with a little more interest now as you took it all in with more attention to detail.

“Well, yeah. Kind of. It’s only a thirty-minute drive from the house so it’s pretty much the same commute as right now, and-” He huffed, nostrils flaring a little as he thought, and you raised your brows at the way he suddenly went quiet, the gears in his head visibly turning as his brows furrowed a little. “Look, I’m struggling here, I’m nervous, okay?”

“Thomas, you’re getting all panicky.” You whispered, pulling him in a little, and leaning up. He was eagerly awaiting the kiss you gave him, body relaxing a little as you balanced yourself with one hand, thumb playing with his own where the other was still held by one of his, and he didn’t let you go when he pulled back. Instead, his head dipped lower, pulling you in and wrapping an arm around your waist, needy kisses that left you breathless as he held onto you, tension melting away and becoming a little hazy instead as he clung to you.

“I’m just,” His teeth nibbled a little on your lower lip, panting slightly as he pulled back for breath, and you were stealing more kisses through gasping laughs as you tried to get enough air, smiling and teasing as you did. “I’m just trying to ask you,” He was cut off again, your mouth meeting his and he laughed against your lips, his hand leaving your own to hold onto you more, fingers tickling over your sides lightly as you laughed into the kiss. “Cut it out, I’m calm now, but I have to say this while I have the courage.”

His cheeks were flushed when you pulled back, hair a little messy and lips a darker shade than usual, and he licked over them as he stared down at you, undoubtedly staring at an equal messy composure. “You have my undivided attention. Go right ahead.”

“I remember that a while ago, we were lying in bed and talking about things we wanted that we never thought would happen, and you said you’d always wanted to rebuild a house. Renovate it, was the word you used. You wanted to make it your own, but you never thought you’d afford it. And, on a paramedic and a firefighters wage, we’d never be able to afford a place like this, normally.”

“We?” You echoed, a soft smile on his lips as your heart thudded in his chest. You knew what it meant, it was a heavy commitment to buy a house with someone, living together was one thing but buying a house was basically a step away from a proposal, it was an investment in a long term future together, and you felt like you could barely breathe. Your chest felt tight, shock and adrenaline racing through you and you stiffened slightly, fear lacing itself into Thomas’ features once again. “You, uh, you want us to buy a house together?”

“Maybe..” He sighed, a little timid again now. “It was just a thought, because it’s such a beautiful house, and as soon as I saw it I was thinking about things you’d said, and it just seemed perfect for us, but if you don’t like it then that’s fine, just don’t shut down on me, okay?” He rested a hand over your cheek, thumb brushing softly, and his lips pressed a soft kiss toy our forehead. “Just tell me you hate the idea, but don’t go silent, alright?”

You nodded, letting him kiss your temple too, before pulling back to look at you. “I, um..”

“Hate it?”

“Love it, actually.” You choked on the words slightly, feeling a little breathless as they were wheezed out, and Thomas paused. He looked sceptical, shaking his head slightly, and you tried your best to smile. “No, I do. I really do. I’m just terrified, okay? I’m not good at long-term commitment, I’m scared, but I want it. With you.”

“Really? Because I know it’s a big step, and I know what it means, I’m not blind. It’s buying a house together, so if you wanna’ freak out or you don’t want it, that's okay, just tell me, alright? Because I’m in this with you for the long haul and you’ve got to know that by now, it’s not a secret, so I can wait until you’re ready.” The words sped from him, a little too fast, and you shook your head, leaning up to press your forehead to his.

“I’m really, totally sure. I just hadn't thought about it, okay? I was caught off guard, I’m not much one to think about the future, it doesn’t come naturally to me. But when I do think about my future, you’re always there.”

“Always?” He teased, twisting his head to brush his lips with your own.

“Every single time.” You gave him a quick kiss, a happy hum to accompany it and he relaxed once he let you sink back. “So, why don’t we order some pizza to be delivered here, and you can show me around some more. You said there were lots of bedrooms, which is good, because you know Newt will want his own.”

“So, we’re buying a house?” He looked a little unsteady, eyes glossing over, and he sniffed lightly. You matched him, nodding your head and beaming as the emotions overwhelmed you.

“Yeah, baby, we are.”

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kpop-stan23-writes · 3 years

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old money seonghwa

another case of me reading this post by @warmau and being inspired! btw, if you enjoy brilliantly clever bullet aus you should definitely give skye a follow.

read san's part here and mingi’s part here

group: ateez member: seonghwa genre: fluff? rich boy au word count: 1.5k warnings: a few curse words. the note is a little suggestive pairing: seonghwa x gn!reader

note: the seonghwa i portray here definitely isn't the type of seonghwa who would hover over you while dressed in a three piece suit and you're wearing nothing but one of his vintage watches but i figure hey, maybe he can grow into that seonghwa

heir to a trust fund that has been getting richer by the decade

only knows other trust fund babies

appears cold and standoffish to the general public but that's really only because he doesn't know how to interact with people not in the top 1%

(secretly very awkward)

only wears high end luxury brands and old, vintage watches that have been in his family for generations

gets driven around in a limo with windows tinted black

perfect gentleman

has never once in his life forgotten his manners because they were practically beaten into him since he could walk

everybody in the upper class loves him because they think he's perfect: perfect manners, perfect looks, perfect bank account

and that's okay

it's the only life he's known, after all

until he meets you

it's your friend's birthday, and their rich other half has given you some money to pick out something

you're frugal, having grown up modestly, and knowing your friend's taste, found something they'll adore for a fraction of the money their s/o gave you

you're standing in front of a jewelry store when your friend surprises you and all but drags you into the store

you roll your eyes but follow, listening to them say that you should go ahead and spend the spare change *wink wink*

seonghwa is already inside, searching for a suitable gift for his mother's own birthday

he looks up when he hears a salesperson greet the newcomers

and immediately tells the saleswoman helping him to bag everything you look at

her eyes widen at the request but nods and hurries away to inform the others

you're none the wiser, eyeing the lovely jewelry and ignoring your friend as they try to convince you that their s/o wouldn't mind if you spent the money on yourself, since you've already gotten the birthday gift *wink wink*

your friend does find a little something as a birthday gift to themselves and you follow them to the cashier

three large bags are placed on the counter and you and your friend share a look

"i only purchased this," your friend says

"oh no these are yours," the cashier says, looking directly at you

"but i didn't--i can't--"

"oh they're on seonghwa's tab. he's just over there"

your head whips around just in time to see the retreating back of a tall figure

you look back at the three large bags filled to the brim each with neatly wrapped boxes

"how much..."

your friend nearly chokes when the cashier hands over the bill

you don't dare look yourself, just stare at the empty entry where this seonghwa disppeared

your friend fills you in about the park seonghwa as you walk to your car, arms heavy with the unexpected gifts

with every fact your friend tells you, you feel yourself grow more and more confused

this man has everything he could ever want, and you assume that includes his fill of attractive suitors of the same class

so who are you? just a random stranger who happened to stop by a high-end jewelry store way out of your price range

when your friend's s/o hears about what happened, they're just as shocked as you

because park seonghwa spending oodles on a perfect stranger? what has the world come to

you try going back to the jewelry store to return the jewels, but they tell you they can't process a refund without the original card

so you convince your friend's s/o to give you the address to seonghwa's penthouse apartment, because now you get a chance to demand an explanation as well

stepping out of the cab with your arms full of bags with the expensive name splashed across in big bold letters makes you feel sorely out of place

because wow what a building

the lobby, while small, has tall ceilings, and the marble floors make every step you take echo

the woman behind the counter is in a simple black dress that still looks like it costs more than several months of your salary put together and you fidget nervously in your ripped jeans and scuffed shoes

the woman looks down her nose at you even though you're standing over her and for a moment you're at a loss as to what to say

the longer you stand there, though, the more foolish you feel, and you hate feeling foolish, so quickly you're just mad you're in this situation to begin with

you drop the heavy bags on the smooth wood counter and say "let seonghwa know i'm here to return the jewelry"

"and what's your name?"

"he'll know who it is"

she looks like she's ready to argue, but you just turn your back to her, leaning against the counter and tapping your foot obnoxiously loudly in a way that makes it obvious you won't leave until she's given seonghwa your message

she huffs but picks up the phone

she relays your message in a tone that clearly says she doesn't believe a word you say and you have to fight a smirk when you notice her eyes widen in surprise at seonghwa's response

she clears her throat and passes you a key board and tells you to use it to get to the penthouse floor

you take the card and gather your bags and march toward the elevators

frustration is still coursing through your veins when the elevator doors open directly into seonghwa's living room, so you don't notice that wow the pictures you've found online of park seonghwa don't do him justice

instead you march fearlessly up to him, drop the bags on the large leather sofa, and cross your arms over your chest

"what exactly are these for?"

you are prepared for all sorts of reactions, ranging from disbelief to anger

what you weren't expecting was the ever-cool, every-confident park seonghwa to burn holes in his slippers, rub the back of his neck uncertainly, and say questioningly, "they're for you?"

you're so shocked at his response that you're rendered dumb

this is not the park seonghwa you were expecting

he's looking at you now, his dark eyes wide (you know the look he gets, the galaxy-filled boba-eyed look) and look as innocent as a calf

any anger you had at being put in this ridiculous situation leaves you immediately and now you're feeling as awkward and uncertain as he appears to be

you clear your throat and gesture to the bags and explain that no one could possibly wear that many jewels in one lifetime

he seems confused and you suddenly wonder if he's ever seen the women in his life wear a piece of jewelry more than once

"look it's a really sweet and kind gesture," you say quickly, "but it's simply too much. can you please return these?"

seonghwa just nods and you're left standing in front of each other awkwardly

you finally bow and scurry away, but are then left hanging out to dry because where the hell is that elevator and why didn't it just stay on the top floor when you got out??

your friend and their s/o pesters you about how it went but you just wave them off because you're guessing you've seen a side of park seonghwa no one has ever seen before and it feels strangely intimate and you feel strangely protective

you keep an eye out for him in the news, now, though, and can't get over how put-together and suave he looks on camera

it makes you almost wish you could get to know the seonghwa you saw

but you're from completely different worlds, shop at completely different stores, and after all he only spotted you out of chance

what you aren't expecting is to see him at your friend's birthday party just two weeks later

because their s/o is hosting the event, it's black tie required, and with your friend's help you clean up well

you're also there before the other guests, helping the s/o as a second host

so as you're making the rounds of the guests, you stop in your tracks when you spot park seonghwa

damn he looks really good in a suit

and for a moment you see the cool, distant park seonghwa in the flesh

but as soon as your eyes meet, his gaze warms and is that a hint of a blush on his cheeks?

you straighten your shoulders because dammit you will be a good second host and greet all the guests like you're supposed to

you finally make your way to seonghwa and thank him for attending your friend's birthday party

"i never caught your name," he says before you can run away

you stop in your tracks and just stare at him now because he really bought those things without even knowing your name? seeing him at your friend's party you thought maybe he recognized you through their s/o but he really couldn’t have picked you out of a lineup?

he shifts under your unblinking gaze and you quickly clear your throat and introduce yourself properly

he smiles a little and you swear you hear him say "pretty. it suits you" under his breath

but you heard wrong, right?

you finally manage to flee when you hear your name called and you quickly bow before scurrying away

seonghwa is left in a daze the rest of the evening, your pretty name going around and around in his head

the end?

#ateez #seonghwa #ateez scenarios #seonghwa scenarios #ateez fluff #seonghwa fluff #maybe? idk what fluff is #rich boy au #rich boy!seonghwa #the money series

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itsgottabeyoo-ngs · 3 years

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Caught & Compromised (M)

Jung Hoseok Oneshot

••☀ Author: @itsgottabeyoo-ngs

••☀Summary: It wasn’t like you were really doing anything wrong. If anything it was a compliment, if not a compliment-it was definitely his fault. That, you wouldn’t waiver on.

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“Don’t stop on my account.”

In which Hobi walks in on you seeking out your own pleasure - without him.

••☀Pairing(s): J-hope-Jung Hoseok/Reader

••☀ Word Count: 3.93k

••☀ Rating: 18+

••☀ A.N: This work was inspired by a comment left on my previous work, hope it's what you were envisioning <3

As always, thank you to @pinknamjoon or being the best in every way imaginable. I wouldn’t know what to do without you!

Thank you to my girls that keep me motivated and grounded, @junghoseokit, @dariangarcia and @ilikemesometaetaes. Love you all so much <3

••☀ Tags: Smut | Established Relationship!au | J-hope/Jung Hoseok!au | Caught in the Act!au | PWP

••☀ Warnings: unprotected sex, light breathplay, light overstimulation, soft dom hoseok, mastrubation, light voyeurism, dirty talk, sex toys, creampie, swearing, mentioned aftercare, Hobi is still a dom but surprisingly soft, we need cypher part 5, light degrader/degradee kink, reader is a lil bit of a pain slut

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You swear you had locked the door. You swear you checked your phone multiple times for his message that he was finally heading home. You specifically remember him telling you that he would be getting home late tonight.

And yet - there he was, staring at you with his signature gaze - dark, powerful and accusatory. One which he normally reserved for his role as lead dancer, waiting for the boys to mess up, scrutinising their every movement, and sizing up the competition.

It wasn’t like you were really doing anything wrong. If anything it was a compliment, and if not a compliment-it was definitely his fault. That, you wouldn’t waiver on.

He had been practically living in the studio for the last couple of weeks with Yoongi and Namjoon, working on some ‘secret project’ that you had been hoping was Cypher 5. Though, now you were sure that even if it was, he would never tell you.

It goes without saying that you had missed him. You did let him know that you were thinking about him often. You had meant it in more of a, ‘the bed feels cold without you in the mornings, I miss eating meals together and cuddling on the couch, I saw this and it reminded me of you’ kind of way. However, when you had found yourself missing him in...other ways, you were too weak to deny yourself the indulgence of picturing him in that Dior outfit, hip-thrusting on the stage.

He had told you before that touching yourself without his permission or knowledge was, in other words, prohibited- punishable even.

So when he walked in on you as you had your sweat-glistened head thrown back, a vibrator deep inside your walls, and profanities falling out of your mouth, your blood ran cold and you knew you were in for it.

Now, having pulled the blankets over yourself and removed the toy from within you, you watch him, unable to gauge or read his intentions. His gaze never leaves your face and you can feel your cheeks heating up with embarrassment and, excitement?

“Don’t stop on my account.” He chuckles darkly, sauntering over to the bed, looking around the room with an impish grin spreading across his lips.

You feel the bed dip down next to you from his weight, unable to lock eyes with him any longer, you watch his hands as he rubs them together slowly. You startle when he begins speaking again.

“Imagine my surprise,” He pauses, waiting for you to look up at him, “When I come home early to spend time with my princess, and she’s already occupied with a little friend.” He smiles evilly, tugging down the covers to reveal your purple vibrator, noticeably wet.

Your breath hitches in your chest, unsure what his motives are as he picks up the toy and turns it on.

Bzzzzzzz

The sound, though faint, rings powerfully throughout the room.

He notices your confusion and hesitation as he reaches out to lay his hand on your leg.

“I could hear you as soon as I came through the front door, princess. Did you want the neighbours to hear you? Hmmm?” He hums, methodically trailing his slender fingers up and down your naked thigh.

You quickly shake your head, noticing he’s awaiting a response. His stare is icy. He wants me to speak, say something- you will your mouth to move and make sounds as he raises an eyebrow, now curling his fingers around your soft skin and squeezing at your flesh, leaving the skin underneath a bright shade of red.

“N-no.” You choke out, trying to even your breath and suppress the bubbling urge building in your throat to giggle out of nervousness and anticipation.

Hobi had two moods when it came to you breaking the rules. He either turned the other cheek and let it slide, never drawing too much attention to the wrongdoing. Or, he punished you for it and made it very clear that it would not happen again.

He didn’t do this in a violent manner, you two had a very loving relationship. However, he would hold it over your head and use it as his excuse for getting you all worked up over, and over and over again, but never letting you cum. He never failed to get creative, like that one time, when he made you wear a buttplug all day - your final exams for uni of all days - and failed to tell you that he had a remote control that could activate it anywhere and anytime. His punishments were never cruel, but the fact that you never knew how he would react or when he would decide was the right time to ‘educate’ you always left you anxious and excited.

Would it be a handful of spankings tonight? Perhaps work you up to your limit, leaving you craving your release and never giving it to you? Or maybe, he’d do nothing but tease you, making your face turn red and your panties wet as he humiliated you for how weak you were for not being able to refrain from pleasuring yourself without his permission?

Your body trembles at the thought as your mouth runs dry, looking up at him again. His expression has changed, he now looks down at you with amusement. Maybe he knows I’m trying to figure out what he’s going to do to me, you think, only half-certain that he can read minds.

“Trying to figure out what I’m going to do with you, princess?” He asks sweetly, the ends of his lips tugging up ever so slightly.

Now fully convinced that he could hear your every thought, you nod, absent-mindedly rubbing your thighs together for some well-needed friction.

“Well, seeing as I rudely interrupted an intimate moment, I think you should carry on, don’t let my intrusion stop you.” He says as he hands you your vibrator, the noise deafening as realisation sinks in.

Your head snaps up to meet his as you limply wrap your hand around the toy, the vibrations making you shiver as you grip it tighter.

“Show me what would have happened if I hadn’t walked in here, princess,” He pauses and leans over you, close enough to your ear that his warm breath tickles your neck, “That’s an order.” He pulls back and stands up, straightening out his jacket and taking a few paces back from the bed, placing his hands in his pants pockets.

You hesitantly kick off the remaining sheets so they pool at your feet. The cool air rushing up under your long nightshirt and causing your nipples to harden in response.

Sensing his impatience, you make haste. “Uhm, what do you want me to do?” You ask shakily, still weary and unsure if you are reading the situation correctly.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” He demands, turning around to face you yet again.

“N-no, sir,” You rush out in response.

He never answers you, instead, he slowly shrugs off his jacket, taking his time to fold it over the back of the chair, not even glancing in your direction.

Knowing that the second time he’d have to tell you something would also be the last time, you bring the toy over your clit gently, working it around in small circles, finding it easier to melt into the feeling when he isn’t watching you with hungry eyes.

You quietly tease your vibrator through your folds, humming out in satisfaction when it catches right at your entrance. There was a reason this toy was your favourite, though it was a slim fit inside you, it had a small part that branched out to rub deliciously at your clit, every thrust you made inside you moved it around your most sensitive part, easily and quickly built you up to an orgasm.

You search the room for your boyfriend, trying to catch his eye to ask for permission to sink it inside you. He’s on the other side of the room, slowly and meticulously removing his clothing, looking at you through his peripheral, paying about as much attention to you as he would a rerun of his favourite show.

Instead of pressing him anymore, you decide to follow the rules and act as you were before he interrupted you, taking your pleasure back into your own hands. You slowly push the toy inside you, letting a faint moan slip through your lips as it stretches you out gently once more.

Looking up at him, you watch as he slowly slips off his shirt over his head. His abs contract as he reaches up to pat down his messy blond hair. Only his pants remain. You can’t peel your eyes away from him as he slowly unbuckles his belt, sliding it through the loops and snapping it away from him towards the ground. You jump at the noise and he laughs darkly.

He reaches for the button on his trousers, unbuttoning and zipping them down with great care. You can’t help but feel the excitement bubble up in your chest once again as he gracefully steps out of them, turning around and folding them over the dresser. You meet his stare in the mirror, blushing as he smirks at you.

Now feeling that you were the one watching something you shouldn’t, it adds to your enjoyment as you feel a sudden jolt run through your body and you clench around the toy buried inside of you.

You shut your eyes and give in to the feeling, immediately combining the image of the Hobi right in front of you with the one clad in a tight black harness.

“Tssssk. Eyes on me, princess. After all, you were thinking about me, weren’t you?” His tone is dangerous, challenging- no- threatening you to speak up again.

You force your heavily-lidded eyes to look at him, another moan escapes your throat as you greedily take in the masterpiece that is his body. His long, lean legs that support his slim, yet muscular build are planted firmly in front of you. As his hands reach down to pull at the elastic of his boxers, his chest muscles contract slightly, allowing for his collarbones to deepen in their shadows, seemingly creating more space at the crook of his neck.

As he finally discards his final piece of clothing, you’re overcome with lust. Watching as his hardened cock slaps against the base of his stomach, you’re suddenly disregarding his command that you refrain from using words and begin to beg, “Please,” you whine, “please touch me.”

“Now why would I do that?” He muses as he circles around to the other side of the bed. “I’m not even here, remember? I just see a needy little slut trying to get off while her boyfriend is away.” He adds, all but spitting out the last part.

The words shouldn’t affect you as much as they do, your back arches in response and your breathing hitches. You quickly pull back the vibrator off of your clit, the vibrations proving to be far too powerful, about to send you over the edge.

“Did I say you could stop?” He asks brusquely, bringing a hand to the base of his shaft and leisurely tugging at it, working his hand up and down as he stares down at you with an expectant gaze.

You slowly push the toy back into you and settle the outer extension on your clit, the obscene noises it makes as it slides in sending a hot flush to your cheeks. You work it in and out slowly, each drag of it getting you dangerously closer to your release.

He makes his way onto the bed, crawling over to sit next to you, his cock is standing heavy on his stomach and leaking precum. You can’t help but absent-mindedly lick your lips as you watch it bounce as he settles down on his knees beside you.

“S-sir,” You start to warn him, “I’m gonna cum, I can’t. I can’t hold off any longer.”

“Then do it.” He growls, his eyes unwavering as you try to remove the vibrator from your folds once more. He grabs your wrist firmly stopping your hand from moving. He uses his grip on you to push the toy back into your dipping pussy, not letting you escape the vibrations that are sending you quickly over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you hard, taking your vision along with your resolve to stay silent.

You cry out as your body convulses from the waves of pleasure that rock through you. Gasping for air and gripping the sheets underneath you. Your back arches up as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm with the toy, each thrust making you shake with pleasure and overstimulation. Tears form at the corner of your eyes as it simultaneously opens up your convulsing walls and rubs against your clit.

“T-too much, sir.” You barely choke out, eyes squeezed shut, writhing in the bed trying to wriggle out of his reach.

He lets his hold on you loosen, pulling the vibrator out of you and shutting it off. He throws it to the foot of the bed, rubbing your thigh with his hand while he brings the other to his cock.

As you start to come down from your high, you look over to see him lazily stroking himself, eyes glued to you as your chest rises and falls, your cheeks dusted pink and your lips parted.

“You look so good like this, princess. Already so fucked out and I haven’t even touched you.” He muses, eyes trailing down your body making your core heat up again.

He shifts his weight around and leans down, his face not even an inch away from yours. He winks at you, making his nose scrunch up before he finally leans in to capture your lips with his. Hobi kisses you with intensity and control, easily flooding your thoughts with nothing but him once more. Your head is still reeling from your powerful release, feeling light and heavy at once.

Never breaking the kiss, he flips you onto your back and climbs over you, framing his arms around your head, you can feel his erection press against your lower belly and you can’t help but roll your hips up against it.

He groans into your mouth at the contact, pushing you back down onto the mattress as you let a soft whimper slip past your lips.

“You fall apart so easily baby,” he croons into your ear, finally positioning himself over you and pushing his cock gently into you. He lets out a low hum as he runs the tip through your folds, collecting the wetness that was already there and using it as lubrication, thoroughly coating his cock in it before he’s slowly pushing in.

You let out a shaky breath as he finally bottoms out, his hips now flush with yours and you can feel the way he leans against you, savouring every point of contact his body shares with yours.

He begins moving as he feels you clench around him, taking the opportunity to snap his hips forward and let out a satisfied growl. You can’t stop the moans that fall from your mouth, changing pitch every time his hips meet yours, shallow but quick strokes that have you babbling and clinging on to him. Your body is shaking as you try to push yourself up from the mattress, but still he pins you down, seemingly pounding into you with more force each time.

“Taking me so perfectly,” Hobi mumbles. “God, look at you.” He hums, voice low and dripping in lust.

As if driven by an unforeseeable force, he pulls back and reaches for your lips, running his fingers over the swollen flesh before dipping his fingers into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. You mewl around his fingers, your tongue swirling around his digits sucking and coating them with your saliva.

“Good girl,” He coos, “my pet knows just what to do.” He removes his fingers from your mouth and grabs one of your breasts, kneading it before tweaking your nipple, rolling it between the pads of his wet fingers. You keen at the new sensation, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck and inhales as he presses open-mouthed kisses along your jawline, sucking at the skin and finding a rather sensitive spot underneath your earlobe to mark up. Claiming me as his, you think.

His hand moves to your other breast, not one to neglect your needs in any sense.

You moan as he brings his mouth over your hardened nipple, alternating between kitten-licks, soft bites, and sucking, you clench around him and throw your head back, getting lost in the pleasure.

Now pulling back, he picks up the pace, watching as your tits bounce from the movements. Hoseok grunts with the force of his thrusts. Not normally one to break character so easily, you feel a sense of pride as his hips falter- only to pick up seconds later, readjusting so he can reach farther into you, now hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Feels so good sir, want more, need more,” You beg, still surprised that he’s not withholding anything from you as he normally would, maybe he needed this as much as I did.

Just then, he tilts his head to look up at you, his gaze flickering with mischief.

He suddenly pulls out and grips his cock tightly at the base. You whine at the sudden lack of contact, having fallen into a comfortable rhythm.

“No, no, no, no, no,” You rush out, grabbing at his shoulders and trying to pull him back into you.

He runs the head of his cock through your folds and presses against your mound, teasing you softly. You suck in a breath through your teeth as he continues to trace it through your slick, brushing against your clit and making it throb in response. Not able to take much more of his games, you buck your hips up to grind against him and he hisses, pushing down onto you even harder with his hand.

I’m definitely going to bruise tomorrow, You smile to yourself, thinking of how proudly you’ll wear his marks.

His other hand snakes behind your head as he weaves his fingers into your hair, tugging at the roots. It may be too hard for some people, but it’s pure bliss for you.

You hum contently as you feel yourself slip deeper and get lost in the pain that mixes deliciously with pleasure. You want to feel him, everywhere- you want it all. As if an unseen force is guiding your thoughts and tongue, you blabber out, “Please. Please use me, I need it. I need you, please.”

“Fuck baby, with dirty words like those you’re gonna have me cumming soon.” He grunts as he brings your legs down to rest between his. He moves his knees in closer, squeezing your thighs together tightly beneath him.

Then, he’s pushing back in, seemingly somehow even deeper than before, hips rutting down into you before drawing all the way back, tip barely inside of you before thrusting back into you, all the way to the base. The squeeze is even tighter now, you wonder how he fits inside you at this angle, every time you clench around him, he thrusts that much harder to stay buried inside you.

Your hips move in tandem, he picks up the pace and you struggle to keep up, arching your back and lifting your hips up to meet him, drawing a string of profanities from his mouth as he continues to pound into you.

He lets your hair fall back into place, now bringing his hand to your throat, lightly squeezing and stopping the blood flow just the way he knows you like it. You let your eyes flutter shut, rolling up your hips up to meet him, seeking out his lips for something to ground you.

He takes the hint and leans down to press a kiss to your lips, you open your mouth and let his tongue in, your tongues move together passionately, desperately- teeth catching on your lips and tongue as he loses his composure. He pulls back and you’re stunned by the way his eyes gaze at you with unparalleled desire. His thrusts get impossibly faster and your jaw slackens into an ‘o’, eyes rolling back with the inescapable pleasure you feel.

You cum without warning, clenching around his cock and crying out his name. Your thighs shake underneath as you ride out your second orgasm of the night, already exhausted, you pull him closer, wanting to feel him as deeply for as long as possible. You tremble beneath him, letting the waves of pleasure flood to every corner of your body, your hands tightening to fists and your toes curling.

He fucks you through your orgasm with slow, unfaltering thrusts and strikes your g-spot as you continue to ride out the aftershocks. Your walls take him further in with each wave of pleasure and he cums mere seconds after you, groaning and all but falling on top of you.

“Fuck—” Hobi whispers into your neck, panting heavily and pulling out of you with a low groan. “Did so well for me princess.”

You look over at him and he’s smiling with his whole face, it lights up the room and makes your heart stop for a second.

You listen as his breathing returns to normal slowly but steadily, he reaches out and brushes your hair out of your face. The way he treats you like a glass doll now, compared to mere seconds ago when his hands were wrapped around your throat, bruising your hips and forced into your mouth makes you giddy. You always hear people talking about the ‘duality’, but they had no idea.

You shift in bed and smile to yourself at the thought. As you move, you clasp your thighs together, feeling the hot cum threatening to spill out. You move your hand down in an attempt to stop it, cheeks heating up from embarrassment of feeling it flow out of you and making a mess on the sheets.

“Leave it,” he says, his hand coming down on top of yours to still your actions. “I want to watch it drip from you.”

He props himself up on his side, reaching out his hand and ghosting his fingers over your skin, drawing shapes as he lets out a low hum of fulfilment, watching as a thin stripe of wetness trickles out of your folds. You shiver as he reaches down to run his finger through your folds to collect the mixture of your arousal and his cum. He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it clean, releasing it with a noisy pop.

“Fuck, you’re filthy,” you joke, as you watch him, unwilling to admit that his actions once again stirred something deep inside you.

“Coming from the girl that just got off on her own in front of me, only to beg me to fuck her seconds later.” He easily counters, bringing his hand back to your face, tracing around the curve of your jaw and cupping it, gently moving it up to catch your lips in a soft kiss.

You smile to yourself, thinking about how concerned you had been earlier about the possible punishment, I guess he has three moods.

And this one just happens to be your favourite.

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Just Peachy - George Weasley

Title: Just Peachy Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Pegging, male receiving oral, male fingering, slight fem!dom/sub!george, teasing, degradation. Seriously George takes it up the ass if you don’t like it don’t read it k thanks Summary: with the world wide web at his fingertips it’s only natural that George finds something new to try in the bedroom A/N: for the anon who wanted George getting pegged. Like I said in the warnings, George takes it up the ass so if that makes you uncomfy or you don’t like it don’t read! I’m also not tagging anyone as I don’t want to make anyone uncomfy or upset! Feedback is always welcome!

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Giving George a laptop and access to the internet turned out to be both a blessing and a curse. A curse because he quickly became obsessed with browsing the internet, and he spent most of his time scrolling away on reddit or with his headphones on, watching some random YouTube video. He could chatter on for hours about a thread he found on reddit or a meme he discovered when browsing on Instagram and once he discovered how to order things off of amazon it got even worse. At least once a day a package containing some random gismo or trinket arrived at the doorstep of their shared flat, and George would excitedly rip open the box and use whatever was inside for a few minutes before jumping back on his computer to order more useless crap.

But his newfound love of the internet was also a blessing. George had figured out how to connect his laptop to the tv in his and Y/N’s bedroom, and every night before falling asleep they would cuddle together in bed, watching some tv program or film on Netflix. Along with George’s obsession with shopping for useless gadgets, he’d started to pick things up for Y/N as well. It was never anything big, a box of her favorite chocolates, a candle he thought she’d enjoy the smell off, a new pair of fuzzy socks for her to wear around the flat in the winter. Just anything he saw that made him think of her.

George’s new love of the internet also did wonders for their sex life, something Y/N welcomed happily.

Along with the random cute presents George started ordering for Y/N, he also started ordering some sexy ones as well. Her wardrobe is now dripping in different sets of lingerie and her underwear drawer is filled to the brim with lace clad panties. Their sex toy collection has nearly doubled in size, with toys for them to use together or on their own being added to the mix. And thanks to George’s Pornhub premium subscription, they’ve tested out some new positions and kinks in the bedroom as well. Some were only a one time thing, others have become a permanent part of their intimate moments, but everything has been pleasurable, nonetheless. It’s made their relationship stronger and helped George ask for things he never thought he’d want, even those that may be a tad unconventional.

George clears his throat as he tugs Y/N closer to his side, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. He can tell she’s close to drifting off to sleep by the way her chest is moving with slow deep breaths and he knows he’ll never get the chance to ask the question that’s been burning on the tip of his tongue for weeks if he doesn’t do it now. “You ever heard of pegging?” he asks into the quiet of their bedroom.

“Like clothes pegs? The things you use to hang your washing up with?” Y/N mumbles sleepily into his chest.

George chuckles and he can feel some of his nerves easing away. “No, it’s like a sex thing.”

“Like putting clothes pegs on your nipples? Sounds kinda hot,” Y/N teases, turning so she can look up at George. “Though I imagine the splinters would be a nightmare to get out.”

“Not quite,” George responds, biting his lip. “It’s, um. This thing where. The girl wears this thing, a strapon, and um. Uses it to. Ya know, fuck the guy.” George’s cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and he looks up at the ceiling to avoid Y/N’s gaze.

“Oh,” she responds quietly, reaching up to cup one of George’s cheeks. She rubs the flushed skin with her thumb soothingly, waiting for him to relax into her touch before she continues. “Is that something you’re interested in? Something you want me to do to you?”

“I. Um. Uh. Yes, I think so. Only if you want to,” George babbles nervously, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

Y/N grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers before bringing it down so she can press a few kisses to the back of his hand. “Georgie, look at me.” When George finally looks back down at her Y/N smiles softly and squeezes his hand. “You never have to be embarrassed about this kinda stuff with me George. If you wanna try it, we’ll try it. Simple as that.”

George leans down to kiss Y/N briefly. “Just didn’t want you to think I was weird or something.”

“Of course I think you’re weird,” Y/N teases, kissing him again. “But there’s loads of other reasons for that, and none of them have to do with your sexual preferences. There’s no shame here, love. I’ll do some research and then we’ll get down into it, yeah?”

“You’re the best, you know that?” George compliments, settling back into the pillows.

Y/N hums as her eyes flutter closed, letting the sound of George’s heartbeat lull her to sleep. “Damn right.”

Over the next few days Y/N spends every ounce of free time she has browsing different forums and websites, trying to find out all she can to make sure the experience is as pleasurable for the both of them as possible. She watches far more porn than she ever thought she would, spends hours searching on various sex toy websites to find the perfect strapon and she does more research on lube than any person should ever do in their lives.

Y/N keeps everything a secret from George until the day they’d decided would be best to try for the first time. They choose a Friday, that way George will have time to recover from any soreness before he’s expected to be back at work and if they both find it enjoyable, possibly do it again.

While George is at work Y/N decides to grab the strapon from where she’d been hiding it in the back of the closet, so she can clean it off one last time and figure out how to properly strap it to her body, so she doesn’t have to fumble with it later. The harness she’d chosen has a part that settles into her slit, with ridges and bumps that’ll drag across her clit with every thrust. A shiver runs down her spine as the cool leather wraps around her skin and she tightens the straps, adjusting them so they fit tight on her hips and thighs.

“This is kinda hot,” Y/N mumbles as she stares down at the dildo resting at attention in between her thighs. It’s flesh colored and slightly curved, and it’s about 7 inches long and moderately thick. She wraps her hand around it, slowly moving her wrist as if she’s jacking off. “Fucking hell,” she groans as the ridges on the strap brush her clit, her hips jerking forward. Y/N wraps her hand around the base and grabs her phone off of the bathroom counter, snapping a picture to send to George.

Can’t wait to have you begging for my cock xx

George takes his phone out when he feels it vibrate in his pocket, figuring its Y/N sending him a sweet message. Ever since she taught him how to text a few months ago she’s started sending him little things throughout the day while they’re apart. Usually it’s a text to let him know she’s thinking about him or sometimes it’s a meme or a video she found that she figures he’d enjoy too.

So, when he opens his phone and is met with a picture of her hand wrapped around the dildo Y/N plans on fucking him with later his cheeks immediately turn bright red as he nearly drops his phone on the ground. His cock twitches in his trousers and he has to grip the counter in front of him and take a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down. That image is going to be imbedded in his brain for the rest of the day, and he has no idea how he’s supposed to make it through the next few hours knowing what’s waiting for him at home.

“You alright?” Fred asks as he comes out of the back, taking in George’s flushed appearance.

George hums and nods, locking his phone and shoving it back in his pocket. “Yep. Just peachy.”

Fred gives him a look but doesn’t say anything more, and George sighs in relief, deciding to go help some customers to keep his mind off of Y/N.

“God damn,” George pants as Y/N grinds down in his lap, his grip on her hips tightening and his head tilting back to give her more room to bite at his neck.

After dinner and some more talking about what the rest of their evening will look like, Y/N lead George to the bedroom to get started. They had stood in the middle of their bedroom for what felt like hours, just kissing softly as they gently undressed each other. Once they were both down to nothing, but their underwear George settled in the middle of their bed with his back against the headboard, while Y/N straddled his waist and started to grind down against him. Now a few minutes later, George is fully hard in his boxers while Y/N continues to grind on him, her lips attacking his neck and one of her hands tugging at his hair while the other pinches and rolls his nipples.

“Feel good?” Y/N teases, twisting the nipple in her hand. George lets out a loud moan and Y/N can feel George’s cock twitch against her. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she continues, kissing her way back up to George’s mouth. Y/N tugs on his hair as they kiss, just letting their mouths move together for a few moments. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, please,” George confirms with a nod. He can feel some nerves rumbling in his stomach still, but Y/N’s soothing voice and gentle hands have put him at ease. He hasn’t stopped thinking about this moment since he suggested pegging over a week ago, and the picture Y/N sent him has only made him more excited. “Want you to fuck me, Y/N.”

A shiver runs down Y/N’s spine at George’s words, and she kisses him briefly. “Patience, love. We gotta get you ready first. I’m gonna go get dressed. Want you to take your boxers off and lay back on the middle of the bed, yeah?” Y/N kisses George once more as he nods, before getting off the bed and heading into the bathroom attached to their room.

The strapon and lube are already waiting on the bathroom counter, and Y/N takes a deep breath as she shimmies out of her panties and grabs the strapon. She decides to keep her lacy black bralette on, as it’s one of George’s favorites and Y/N knows seeing her in it drives him wild. Y/N secures the strapon like she did this afternoon, groaning as the nubs rub against her clit. She’s already fairly turned on just from the grinding and she can’t imagine it’ll take much for her to cum once she’s fucking into George. She looks at herself one last time in the mirror before grabbing the bottle of lube and heading back into their bedroom. George is completely naked now, laying back on the bed with his head propped up by their pillows so he can watch Y/N’s every move.

“God you’re gorgeous,” George groans as Y/N comes back into the room, his eyes raking over her body. The leather straps wrapped around her skin make her thighs look even more divine, and his mouth waters as he takes notice of the dildo jutting out from between her thighs. “This is way hotter than I thought it would be.”

Y/N giggles as she settles on the bed between George’s legs, tossing the lube onto the bed next to him. “Yeah? You like my cock?” she teases as she hovers over George, attaching her lips to the base of his throat. She thrusts her hips against George slowly, letting the dildo drag against his cock.

George gasps as the dildo drags across his warm skin, a shiver running down his spine. “Shit that’s cold.”

“Sorry, baby,” Y/N apologizes as her lips start to trail down his chest towards his nipples. She lets her hot breath just barely breeze across one before she flicks at it with her tongue. George lets out a low moan, prompting her to give his other nipple the same treatment.

“It’s okay. Felt good,” George stutters out as Y/N takes one of his nipples into her mouth. He can feel the precum collecting on the tip of his cock dripping onto his stomach, and he thrusts his hips up, desperate for some friction.

“Gotta be patient, baby,” Y/N coos as she starts to kiss further down George’s body. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.” Y/N presses a kiss to the tip of George’s cock, pulling away when he groans and thrusts his hips up into her touch. “Don’t be naughty, George,” Y/N warns as she grabs the lube.

George licks his lips as he watches Y/N spread the lube on her fingers, his legs automatically opening a bit wider. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Better be,” Y/N responds as she tosses the lube aside again. She grabs the base of George’s cock with her clean hand, leaning down and sucking the tip between her lips as one of her fingers circles his entrance. She takes him down fully as she sinks the first finger into him, the noise he lets out going straight to her core.

“Oh,” George gasps as Y/N starts to bob her head on his cock, his brain focused on the way her finger feels as it moves inside of him. “Feels good,” George moans, grinding his hips down against her hand. “Feels different, but good.”

Y/N hums around George as she continues to suck his cock, the hand on the base of him twisting as she adds another finger alongside the first. She’d read many guides on the best way to prepare someone, and she moves slowly, wanting George to feel as good as possible.

Y/N works at opening up George for a few minutes, getting up to three fingers into him while her tongue teases the tip of his cock. His hips are rocking down against her hand feverishly, and little mewls are leaving his lips as his chest heaves with deep breathes.

“Fuck me please,” George begs as Y/N crooks her fingers inside of him, his hands fisting in the bed sheets. His whole body feels like it’s on fire, and he’s ready to move on to the next step.

Y/N pulls off of George’s cock and looks up at him, groaning at how beautiful he looks. His chest his flushed red and his hair is messy from his hands running through it. “Yeah, baby? You ready for me to ruin you with my cock?”

George chokes on a moan as Y/N pulls her fingers out of him, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly empty. “God yes, please. Need to feel you inside of me. Wanna be full of your cock, Y/N.”

“Such a desperate little cock slut and I haven’t even fucked you yet, baby,” Y/N teases as she lubes up the dildo. She lets out a quiet moan as she strokes it, the little nubs and ridges on the harness giving her some much needed relief on her aching pussy. “You remember the safe word, right baby?”

George nods, a whimper falling from his lips as Y/N presses the tip of the dildo against his entrance. “I remember, yes,” he confirms, taking in a few shaky breaths.

Y/N grabs one of George’s knees, pushing his leg to the side to give her more room. “You ready, baby? Ready for me to fuck you with my cock? Turn you into a little cock whore?”

“Please,” George begs. He’s rock hard against his stomach and he’s desperate for Y/N to finally sink into him. “Oh my fuck,” George moans as Y/N’s hips push forward slowly, not stopping until the dildo is in him completely and the leather straps are digging into the backs of his thighs.

Y/N rubs George’s hips soothingly, watching his face contort into some mixture of pleasure and pain. “You doing okay, Georgie? Talk to me baby.”

George slowly pushes his hips down against Y/N, a moan falling from his mouth at the sensation. It burns slightly, but in an amazing way, and George feels full in a way he never has before. “Feels so fucking good,” he whines, pushing his hips down against Y/N’s in a steady pace. “Need you to move, Y/N fuck. Please. So full of you, so full of your cock.”

“Fucks sake,” Y/N moans as she starts to move her hips, slowly pulling out of George before she fucks back into him. The noise George lets out as she starts to fuck him goes right to her core, and the feeling of the nubs rubbing against her clit prompts her to slam back into George harder. “You like the way I fuck you, Georgie? Like how my big cock stretches you out?”

“Merlin, yes,” George moans as Y/N starts to move faster one of his hands coming down to stroke his cock in time with her thrusts. “Love the way you fuck me, Y/N. Feels better than I ever thought it would.” George wraps one of his hands around his thigh, pulling his legs up to his chest. The new angle allows for Y/N to fuck into him deeper, and he lets out a long whine as the tip of the dildo finally brushes his sweet spot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there Y/N please,” he begs, as he tips his head back against the pillows.

“Such a fucking slut, baby,” Y/N teases as she starts to fuck into George harder. The bumps and ridges on the harness brush against her clit roughly, and she can feel her wetness dripping down onto her thighs. George looks absolutely ethereal, and it does nothing but push her closer to her own orgasm. His chest is red and covered in a sheen of sweat and the noises falling from his mouth are going right to her core.

George groans as the tip of the dildo brushes his sweet spot with every one of Y/N’s thrusts, and he releases his cock so he can grab his other thigh and bring his leg up to his chest, allowing Y/N to somehow fuck into him even deeper. “Only for you, Y/N. Love being your cock slut.”

“That’s right, baby. My little slut.” Y/N can feel her orgasm approaching, and she wraps her hand around George’s cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts, her thumb rubbing over the tip and spreading his precum down the shaft to make her hand slide easier. “Fuck, George. ‘M gonna cum. Come on, baby. Be a good little cock slut and cum on my cock.”

Y/N’s hand on his cock pushes George over the edge, and he can feel his walls clench around the dildo as he cums, pleasure rolling through his body. Her name leaves his mouth in a loud shout as he shoots his seed all over Y/N’s hand and his own stomach.

“Fuck, George,” Y/N moans as her own orgasm washes over her, the rhythm of her hips stuttering as the pleasure rockets through her body. She releases George’s cock as soon as it stops twitching, letting her hips slow to a gentle roll before pulling out of George completely.

George releases his legs and lets them fall back against the bed, inhaling slowly as he tries to catch his breath. “Fucking Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

Y/N giggles as she crawls up George’s body, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Glad you liked it, because it was so fucking hot, George. Like so unbelievably hot.” She kisses George again, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “I’ll be right back, yeah? Gonna grab something to clean you up.”

Y/N comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later back in the panties she’d taken off earlier, with a washcloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She hands George the water with a smile as she settles between his thighs.

“Thanks, love,” George murmurs before taking a sip, nearly chocking as Y/N runs the warm washcloth along his bum. “Could have given a guy some warning,” he teases through his coughing fit.

“Sorry, love,” Y/N giggles as she wipes up his stomach. Once George is clean Y/N tosses the washcloth on the floor for them to deal with later, before crawling back up the bed. “So, feel good?”

George places the empty glass on his bedside table before pulling Y/N into a deep kiss. “My arse is a little sore but other than that yes, incredible.”

“I’ve got some salve you can use tomorrow if you want. Figured it might come in handy.” Y/N pulls back the covers so she and George can get into bed, letting him pull her onto his chest. “I love you, George.”

George chuckles and leans down to press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “I love you too, Y/N. Thank you for not thinking I’m a weirdo.”

“I told you,” Y/N muses with a laugh as George grabs his wand, giving it a flick so the lights in their room turn off. “I absolutely think you’re a weirdo, a weirdo who looks super fucking hot cumming on my cock.”

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shewhowillnotbenamed1 · 3 years

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I wanted to get this ‘Valentine’s Day’ piece out, even though it’s massively, supremely late. 😭It’s part of a longer piece (because I couldn’t stop writing it😶) and I’m still not sure whether or not it’s not terrible.😖

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This couldn't be right.

Damian almost did a double take, his cool smirk withering when he glanced up, transfixed by the sleek storefront at the cross streets where he stood. Why on earth would Raven be in a place like this?

The building towered above the tottering sea of gray, black and blue below. And the mannequins in the display lorded over their dominion, propped loftily on their perches, arms and legs of impractical proportions, stilted at absurd angles.

And why would she summon him here?

His trousers began to buzz audibly and the shifting crowd of passersby jostled him closer to the glass. Damian delivered the faceless caricatures of the female form a final foreboding glare, before he reached down to free the device vibrating in his pocket. New Message. Raven. Apparently, it was urgent. He tapped the speech bubble icon with a fingertip and his jaw went slack.

I Need You.

The three words seemed etched into the surface of the screen. And they were more than enough to get him to take a deep breath and grasp the curved door handle, his jaw set, and wingtips marching determinedly onward.

The atmosphere inside the store was even more unexpected than the outside. When translated, the pounding music and low lighting read as more nightclub than boutique. It was completely impractical in Damian's view—how could anyone locate a price tag, let alone see the item they were intending to purchase? Although, after a few minutes of skulking around in the dark, he could see how the implementation of such a design was advantageous. With stealthiness like his, he wasn't in danger of being accosted by overly helpful employees hungry for commissions, before he located the heading of a dramatic script that read Dressing Rooms, and turned underneath it.

Down the row each stall had a flood light stationed above it, but only one appeared to be presently occupied: the corner room at the farthest end of the hall. And as he got closer he noticed it also appeared to be the largest. Damian glanced behind him and rapped on the door with a knuckle. And just as he began to wonder if he'd needed some sort of special knock or password prepared, the lock glowed black and unlatched itself.

"I'm here." The door creaked open and the floor groaned under his solid weight. Damian turned swiftly to shut it, growing steadily concerned.

"So what is it? What's the—big emergency..." He started, but his tongue began to feel heavy and leaden inside his rapidly drying mouth. And his eardrums began to beat violently until they matched the thumping of his maddened heart.

Red.

Blood red.

Burning. Blinding. Blazing.

In the carpet, the walls, the curtains, the chandelier.

It was everywhere—even in the deafening pounding hammering away at his head.

Thundering images suspended before him, going in and out of focus. They were searing his eyes, blearing his vision. In sinful shapes marred over pale flesh, it was red repeating over and over. Criss-crossing crimson. Damian had to dig his fingernails into his palms to ground himself with the tangibility of a familiar sensation.

And suddenly he realized that all the times before were incomparable, this was what it meant to be blindsided by a breath-taking blow. This was what it meant to receive a rush of blood to the head…

…or a rush of blood to the—

"I'm glad you came so quickly."

And the silhouette of Raven turned where she sat on a velvet ottoman, leaning forward in a way that was guaranteed to diffuse away the rest of his brain's processing ability. It was all he could do not to goggle at her like some cartoon character. Tawdry and tactless. Damian inwardly cursed the merciless Goddess above as he took in the cleavage created by cups, a series of straps and bows and elastic and he didn't know what. Only that he shouldn't have been so disarmed by it—by Raven's breasts pushed up to high-heaven. Like they weren't perky enough or distracting enough in their usual sheath of simple black cotton.

His wide emerald eyes strayed downward in spite of themselves and onto shapely, stocking clad legs folded one over the other, with a lace-up heel tapping out the bass of the synth pop bleeding into the background. Raven slid to her feet seamlessly, swaying slightly to the song. She took a single step, allowing the shadows to part for her as she did so.

There was a muted click, clack, click of her heels on the carpet as she drew near. He'd never seen her in stilettos, and he stared at them through slits.

Gods, they had to be four inches at least. Their impressive height only seemed to serve to make her look even more powerful. Just about as powerful as the force rooting him to the spot.

The deep panging in Damian's chest carried on, a racehorse charging from the starting gate, galloping faster and faster, as she grew closer and closer.

Suddenly he'd become aware of the fact that it was far too warm in here for the dead of winter. Or was it simply that Raven radiated such an intense heat?

Most definitely the latter.

The garnet colored lace gracing Raven's skin was a perfect match to her chakra stone. The semi-sheer fabric of her bra offered up a playful glimpse of the darker skin of her nipples beneath. When his gaze wound down her tapering waist, it appeared that the lack of opaqueness carried over to the front of her panties. He could just make out a little shadow—a promise laying underneath a tempting, well-kept diamond shape in plum wine. And last, but certainly not least were the thigh highs trimmed by garnet lacings and affixed to a red and black garter.

Damian's throat had somehow gone even drier. He tried to swallow with great difficulty, then tugged at his turtleneck for a reprieve.

However, there would be no such alleviation for his trousers.

"There's no emergency, Damian..." Raven assured him with a tilt of her head, lilac tendrils skating across a valley between pale peaks. "You'll have to forgive me, but I had to get you here. I had to know..." She paused, folding her arms as she prepared to pose a question to him. "Tell me... what do you think...of my outfit?"

Damian froze, fingers mid-tug and blinked several times as if he'd been struck dumb.

What?

That wasn't...

There was no way...

Was that a serious request?

She was being facetious—she had to be. It was the only explanation, unless Raven was somehow messing with his mind and Damian sincerely doubted that. But how could she ask him this with such bold-faced sincerity? Even if the wooden arch behind her housed a funhouse mirror and had been reflecting distorted proportions back at her. Or was there actually some warped reality in which they weren't looking at the same picture?

Although...

If he could muster up a voice to speak he would have asked, what outfit?

Lackadaisically, she trailed a hand down her body, tugging at the cups spilled over with supple skin. "The bra—do you like the pattern?" Raven traced the gorge between the swell of her breasts. "It's tulle and...French lace," she confirmed, squeezing the scant, semi-sheer embroidery molded to her chest. And Damian grimaced as though in physical pain.

"No?" she assessed, seemingly marking off boxes on a mental checklist. Raven smoothed her hands over her hips for a moment, appearing to be lost in thought. She paced slowly, revolving a full three-hundred and sixty degrees to pause with her back to him.

"And what about..." She swept a purple curtain over the nape of her neck to glance over her shoulder and he saw—of all things—a bow below the dimples on her back, nestled into the heart-shaped curve of her ass. "My panties...?"

Damian gritted his teeth, though not before letting a sound escape, like a hiss coupled with a wince.

"Are these okay?" The soft profile of her lips pressed.

Gods, it was almost as if she were seeking to offer all of this up to him. And who needed to clarify anything when she was all wrapped up and presented? Covered in the finest cardstock wrappings in gold-flecked marble, then laced up with champagne silk ribbon to await her unravelling.

Though his own would be more likely.

Right now, he'd forsake all his names, both Wayne and Al Ghul to get her to stop. Stop slinking closer, stop speaking in that sweet, scratchy undertone, and stop directing his focus to her various attributes, more than it already was.

It would only make his growing pain more pronounced.

A pale hand dangled down and spread across a smooth, silken thigh. "My stockings, then?" Raven hummed.

Though, Damian didn't speak. He wasn't entirely certain he was still breathing. Somehow, he'd managed to remain motionless and drag his unwilling eyes toward the floor. All his carefully constructed control was necessary to keep himself calm and centered in this moment. He could do this—he had to do this. Otherwise, what was the point of all those long years of training he'd endured?

Shiny purple strands bobbed; she'd started to shake her head slowly at the stony silence from the stoic cashmere wall standing before her, as if she expected as much.

"I bet you're still wondering why I called you here." Damian heard her voice go up in the middle, which it did whenever she was apprehensive or unsure. "I wanted you here to find out what you like—exactly what you like." When he arrived, Raven was blushing a delicious pink, so by now it had to be a violent red. "I wanted to get it right because...you're the first person, or only person I've ever been intimate with in any world, dimension, or universe..." She lingered.

And once again, Damian said nothing, and she resumed speaking.

"I do know that this is something that one does traditionally." Raven paused to worry her already cherry-red bottom lip. "That couples do... Buying underwear for your significant other is supposed to be something special, particularly for this holiday."

He was a mountain, immobile, unwavering...

"Oh, I see..." Her mouth set into a line. "Perhaps, it's the fit—or is it the color...?" Raven's large amethyst eyes swept over the room and landed on her reflection. "I thought dark red was classic. I knew I shouldn't have listened to Donna. I should have gotten something in black." She dragged a distraught hand through dark purple. "It's too much...or maybe it's not enough..."

"Don't," Damian growled low. His inflection was level and gave nothing away. If Raven was surprised by the outburst, she didn't let on, instead she continued.

"I bet the old string of socialites shuffling in and out of the manor were never caught dead in skivvies that weren't Kiki de Montparnasse or at least Agent Provocateur. But this..." Raven lifted her chin toward the mirror. "It's not your taste though, is it?"

That was far more than enough.

Far more than he could stand to hear and far more than he could stand to bear.

When his eyes flew back to hers at last, they weren't steely anymore, they burned—whittling her retinas down like they were wicks on candlesticks. As if he were all but telling her he dared her to do that again, to say that again.

"It's okay. I'm glad I found out before I bought—"

"I said...don't." Damian placed his hands on her wrists and whisked her right up to his chest. And he closed his eyes. He skimmed his lips along the length of hers like it was something sacred, his mouth trembling as Raven muffled out a note denoting her surprise.

He murmured to her, "you're brilliant, deadly beautiful—an empath...and for some reason unbeknownst to me, I'm your blindspot." Damian sighed resolutely. "But Raven, can't you take pity on me? I'm still a man." One that had been barely keeping it together since he arrived, but... "And you're you, so..."

There was no way in any world, dimension, or universe that he could ever resist.

Purple eyes grew wider as he told her and lifted a finger to her chin. Then it was Damian turning the tables and tipping her mouth towards his own. And though he hungered for her, he took slow and sweet and gentle grazes. It was tortuous, but he should only have a little at a time. This was an excess of an impossibly decadent dessert, an indulgence he was undeserving of. It was like the power in his sub zero freezer had short-circuited and he had no choice but to guzzle down that buried pint of vanilla caramel gelato.

Though who could blame him for being greedy when he had all of this spread out before him? And when her ass in those panties even resembled two round, creamy spoonfuls.

To hell with it then.

Damian lunged, face forward, longing for more of her. In an instant, he was inhaling her pulse, intaking the scent of leather-bound books with aged pages and the nectar from plums she'd probably narrowly avoided dripping on them. He dipped his tongue along the hollow of her collarbone as if he sought to test this.

"Mmm, that's nice."

"Nice?" Damian scoffed, his eyes on hers. "That's not what I was going for. Surely you didn't wear this because you wanted me to be nice." At the present, he wanted nothing more than to rip the tiny pieces of lace into twos, but Raven had selected them specifically for him. So he would continue to be patient and continue to savor this.

Let the pieces of fabric hold up for as long as he could hold out.

"Wait a moment," Raven gasped, quickly clutching his arm. "So your present...?"

"Present? Tch..." Damian's lip curled under his front teeth and he let out a piercing click. "If you're seriously considering getting me a present..." His palms glided down her chest and he gathered a scoop of softness in either hand. "Then these are perfect," he whispered in her ear.

And then Damian's mouth pushed back into hers and he was kissing her in ways that would make it impossible to return this lingerie after trying it on. He nipped urgently to gain entrance to her castle, then trapped her lip between his teeth like it was a drawbridge, at last releasing her tongue to collide with his own. All the while, his thumbs were sliding over her nipples, which puckered and pointed at his touch. He pushed up the cups of her bra for better access, head inclined towards his goal, soon to be met by a full mouth.

Each brush of his lips on Raven's chest made her fingers clench further and further into his shirt like it was a life preserver, and she was in danger of losing herself to the depths.

And after all, wasn't this the answer that she'd wanted from this—that she needed from him?

A chance to lose herself.

To stand in a dressing room in his arms, moaning his name like a breathy spell, her body bending until her back was arched under the avid swipes of tongue. He tugged her nipples between his teeth and they reddened, their response a glowing rave.

Yes.

Raven's eyelids squeezed, her pink face contorting in pleasure while Damian enjoyed the full weight of her breasts in his hands. He continued polishing the plush, pink rings. Left then right—until they were glistening.

"Gods, Damian..." Raven groaned. "Just—"

Just as sudden, there was a wet noise, a slip of suction. Damian had released a rosy nipple, taking note of Raven's expression. Hungry and dazed, and all his doing. Whether unconsciously or not, she pressed her legs together, clenching them as she watched Damian slip off the left sleeve of his coat and let it crumple to the ground in a heap.

The glaze of her gaze, her diaphragm's continuous rise and fall, her fingers digging into his arm, she needed this.

So why deny her?

"Yes, these are beautiful..." He whispered as he admired his handiwork under the chandelier light. The way the red nips and bites were like Damian Wayne watermarks upon the pale flesh. "But perhaps..." Damian's hands glided freely down the small of her back, just over the hill of her ass and stroked the burgundy bow, like an X marking the spot. "This."

When Damian glanced down at Raven, she was barely biting back another mewl, and moving restlessly in his arms. "I wonder what would happen if I were to pull this bow... Raven what do you think?"

"Damian... We shouldn't..." Raven murmured, sounding somewhat apprehensive and holding the fabric at his back tightly.

"Yes, we should Raven," he rasped darkly. "Right now, I can't seem to think of a reason why not..."

"Well, there's the fact that we're in public—"

"Public," Damian repeated flatly. "What of it? The outside world ceased to exist the second I entered the door of my own little version of Narnia."

Raven's jaw had unhinged in unmasked shock and Damian supposed this was an instance to take her remaining breath away by kissing her. Yes, he'd walked through a door and suddenly he was laying eyes on his half-naked demoness dangerous in dark red. So clearly nothing else in creation mattered.

When he pulled away her lips opened and closed, while her eyes remained shut, like a thirsty traveler prematurely cut off from a longer drink. And even though it seemed her body knew the truth, a darker part of him wanted her to beg for it.

"But, that's not what I asked," he said with a hard smile that wasn't. Damian drummed a divot on her lower back. "I fear I've gotten ahead of myself again. Tell me about the bow, Raven. What happens if I pull it?" His hand jutted out, he made a motion with his fingers, in mimicry of it.

"Why ask when you know the answer?" Raven asked him, her brow rising shakily.

"I could have asked you the same earlier. But..."

"But?"

Raven bit her lip but made no motion to stop his hands from climbing onto the curve of her ass. He taunted her twice, by tugging lightly on the tulle, until at last... The bow in the back came loose, and her panties slid down her legs with ease. She secured one pale thigh tightly over the other to hide herself.

No bottoms and bra half-undone, she was nothing short of delicious.

Though that scrap of fabric had barely covered much of anything, so why bother to tease? Or hadn't that been the sole purpose of this outfit?

A devious smirk sidled onto Damian's face as he realized something: these were the exact kind of underwear that one put on simply to take off.

"I pulled the bow, Raven," he murmured almost mockingly. "Don't I at least get to see the rest of my present?"

She stared up at him through her soot colored lashes and slowly opened her thighs.

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bosspigeon · 3 years

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if you're still bleeding

Pairing: Jax/M!Merc

Words: 2657

Summary: Jax should know better. He should know to mind his own damn business. But, unfortunately, he's well beyond "knowing better" now that he's gone and gotten tangled up with an unhinged mercenary with more knives than sense, and the scars that say the chances of him finding any sense are slim to none.

and if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.

'cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.

we're setting fire to our insides for fun.

collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home,

it was a flood that wrecked this home.

- "Youth" by Daughter

CW for: implied/referenced sex, sexual humor/innuendos, references to blood, violence, and trauma, and implications of kink

Knox is a man with scars.

Jax has plenty of his own, of course, but Knox has a lot of scars. There's a story to most of them, too, and he's never shy about telling them. Hell, half the time he tells those stories completely unprompted, whether you want him to or not.

There's a scar on his chin from where Royal told him he couldn't knee slide the entire bar. There’s the ugly knot of scar tissue where his left arm used to be, where the port to his prosthetic is grafted on. There's the scar in his stomach from the mook Jax had to help him bury. There's a scar on his lip where he bit himself too hard with his freakishly sharp teeth trying to keep quiet while Jax bent him over the hood of his car outside Saints and Sinners in the wee hours of the morning.

He's particularly happy to blab the story about that one to anyone who'll listen.

But he doesn't talk about the scar across his throat.

As little clothing as he tends to wear on the day to day, ("As little as I can get away with," he says with a sleazy wink) his neck is always covered. High-collared shirts, a jauntily knotted scarf, decorative chokers and heavy leather collars always keep it covered. He'll flash his tits before he'll show his throat—but in all fairness, it's not really all that hard to get him to flash his tits.

Jax didn't even see the scar until the fourth or fifth inadvisable hate fuck, at which point he was beginning to think he didn't hate the merc quite as much as he thought, considering he kept letting the little bastard in when he showed up at the door out of nowhere—and didn't shoot him when he decided to forgo the door entirely and come in through the window. (Jax still can’t be sure how he even got to the window, seeing as Jax lives in an apartment well above ground level, but he figures he’s better off not asking.) He didn’t think to ask about it until he’d actually lost count of how many inadvisable hate-fucks there’d been, and when they’d progressed somehow from inadvisable hate-fucks to still pretty inadvisable but otherwise amicable casual fucks.

Knox was loose and relaxed, quiet in a way Jax didn't even think was possible when they first met. And, to think, all it took was shoving him face down into the pillows and thoroughly wearing him out. Usually, he rolled out of bed as soon as his legs could hold him again, commandeered Jax's shower, and used half a bottle of his expensive conditioner before he disappeared without so much as a thank you. This time, he stayed. He sprawled gracelessly across Jax's sweat-stained silk sheets, arms stretched over his head, eyes half-closed and his ever-smirking mouth curled into something softer... almost sweeter.

Jax doesn't know what possessed him to roll over, to reach out and touch, but he did. He started at the inner thigh, the bruises he'd left with teeth and then fingers, a rumbling of possessive pride stoking the banked coals of satisfaction in his belly. His knuckles skimmed the soft curve of the merc's belly, the angry red scar tissue of that knife wound, then higher still. Inked into his sternum is a coyote skull, surrounded by boldly outlined flowers that curve along the underside of his breasts. Jax was almost surprised by the softness of the design, especially in comparison to the rest of the merc's ink, like the crude stick-and-poke perforated line and little pair of scissors right above his prosthetic, or the dirty pinup of some generic muscled pretty boy on his bicep, or the peach on his inner thigh that bears an artful addition of a T-dick very much similar to Knox’s own.

He wondered vaguely if the flowers meant anything to Knox.

Before he could dwell on the uncomfortably tender direction his thoughts had taken, his fingers travelled upwards, flicking absently at one of the heavy, angular piercing through Knox's nipples. Knox huffed a rough laugh, watching the progress of Jax's hand through eyes narrowed to dozy, yellow slits.

He traced Knox's collarbone, and his body was all but melted into Jax's bed, soft and pliant. Like he belonged there.

And then Jax’s curiosity got the better of him. He saw the scar, a thin line, pale with age, but standing in stark relief against Knox's tanned skin. It sits at a bit of an angle, slicing across the middle of the merc's throat.

The second his fingers made contact, skimming that raised line of flesh, he knew he'd fucked up.

Knox's body went taut for a split second, and that was all the warning Jax got before Knox was twisting his wrist hard enough for the bones to grind together and snarling in his face like a wild animal. If his knives weren't two rooms away in his discarded pile of clothes, Jax knows he would have lost fingers.

For once, Knox didn't say anything. For once, he was dead silent, mouth a grim sneer, eyes flat and hard. He shoved Jax roughly off him and rolled out of bed. He didn't look back once, stalking out of Jax's bedroom naked, every inch of his compactly muscled body vibrating with tension. Jax heard the rustle of clothes, the jingle of buckles and zippers and a half dozen knives, and then the front door slamming shut.

He didn't see Knox again until Orla called them in for another job, and it was as if nothing had happened. He was his usual smug, annoying self, not a single break in his usual facade of irreverent humor and Napoleonic bravado.

And maybe some of Knox's reckless stupidity is rubbing off on him, because Jax can't shake the curiosity that grips him, even now. He shoves it down, naturally, because he doesn't want the batshit merc to get twitchy on him again when he's got enough knives on him at any given time to outfit a military squadron. Hell, for all Jax knows, that's the end of it. He's not going to go crawling back to Knox (even if the sex is really fucking good—it's always the crazy ones, isn’t it?) and he knows Knox won't come to him first.

Except he does, dragging Jax into one of the back rooms after a meeting with Orla, shoving him against the wall, and dropping to his knees. Things go right back to normal after that, or as normal as they ever are with Coyote Fucking Knox. And as normal as they can be once Orla oh-so-sweetly reminds him there are cameras in the back rooms, and if he doesn't want stills of his dick forwarded to the entire Mirage gang, he'll keep his and Knox's exhibitionism where she doesn't have to see it.

So Knox continues to invade Jax's privacy, steal petty shit from his apartment and/or pockets, and loudly demand that Jax fuck him hoarse (-er) if he wants him to shut up.

And he winds up tangled in Jax's sheets again, sprawled out on his belly with one leg tossed over Jax's thigh, his face smashed into a pillow, one smug yellow eye watching Jax try to catch his breath beside him.

He could let it be. It's not like this is anything but a convenience. Some fun between… well, they're definitely not friends. Coworkers, if anything, and even that's pushing it. For a while, Jax considered it a fair trade for dealing with Knox's bullshit constantly. Now, it's becoming a pattern, and when it comes to semi-regular sex with a stab-happy mercenary, patterns can be dangerous.

But he can't kill the curiosity.

He figures his best bet is being blunt. And maybe getting ready to dodge in the very likely event things go south. He doesn't touch this time, at least not where they aren't already, Knox’s knee between his legs, the skin feeling a bit feverish and clammy as the sweat cools. The urge to touch is still there—he left some nice bite marks on Knox's shoulders he'd like to reacquaint himself with—but he ignores it for now. He rolls onto his side, meets that one yellow eye with quiet consideration, and props his head up on his hand.

Knox must read the change in his face, because he goes from cat-got-the-cream contentment to a warily curious tension. Jax just goes right for the throat, so to speak. “Any chance of hearing the story behind that one?” he says, casual as anything, and nods in the vague direction of Knox’s neck.

There’s a growling noise building up behind Knox’s teeth, but he bites it back. He smiles, but it feels feral, like an animal baring its teeth looks like a smile, but it's really a threat. It looks brittle, like it'll shatter if he tightens his jaw any further.

Jax gives in to the urge, reaching out to touch, fingertips skimming down the mercenary's spine. A shiver ripples across the skin. He’s not sure if it’s the right move, but at this point, if you’re going to Hell...

“I don’t know,” Knox says flatly, and Jax is almost shocked he answered at all. There’s no inflection, no mirth. Just that broken-glass smile.

Jax snorts. Knox never fucking shuts up, that much is true, but Jax isn’t stupid. He knows when someone’s talking a lot and saying nothing of importance on purpose, and he also knows when Knox can’t deflect, he lies his ass off like he was born to do it. Even Orla barely knows anything about her least favorite favorite merc or where he came from, though the chances of her caring enough to even try to find out are slim to none. Still, he has no idea what the mercenary even has to gain from lying, especially here. "If you don't want to say anything, just tell me to fuck off."

The knife edge smile stretches wider. Tips closer to the breaking point. "Fuck off," he echoes like a parrot.

Something starts to uncurl in Jax's gut, something burbling and acidic, a nasty niggling feeling he can't quite name. "You're serious," he says, and he doesn't want to believe it, mostly because he can't imagine someone like Knox taking that sort of… personal unknown well. “Nothing?”

The smile cracks, and Knox lifts his head so Jax gets the full effect of it. His eyes are wide, wild, and suddenly that smile is too big for his face. Slowly, he sits up, and there's the scar. Old and faded, but splitting his throat neatly and boldly from east to west. He drags his thumb across it, digs it in hard enough the white scar tissue goes a bit pink. He laughs. He's never had a pleasant laugh, rough and raspy and mean. Somehow, this one is worse. “Not a lick,” he drawls, and the effort it takes him to sound so casual almost makes Jax cringe. “There’s a reason Orla found me in the fuckin’ bargain bin.” He taps his temple, his messily painted nail clicking against the chip in his head.

Jax’s eyes flick down to the scar, frowning deeply. It doesn’t make sense. Knox is deflecting again, he has to be, but there’s something in the way he’s holding himself, the tension radiating from him, the way he slumps against the headboard of Jax’s bed with his knees pulled up, not quite close enough to hug to his chest, but more like he’s thinking about it, resisting the urge to physically hold himself together and risk looking weak.

"I have nightmares, sometimes," he admits, so soft the syllables catch on the rough edges of his ragged voice. "They never make any fucking sense. I'm just… I'm choking. Something’s cutting into my neck, and there’s someone behind me, and I know them, but— But I'm guilty? I don't know for what." He laughs, bitterly brittle. "Could be fucking anything. Got a lot to be guilty for that I can remember, never mind what I can't."

He inhales, and it sounds like it hurts him, like his breath is made of shards of glass. He drags his hand down his face until he can curl his fingers around his throat so the scar doesn't show. "I just know there's this perfume Orla wears that makes me want to climb the fucking walls and I don't know why. I think I know how to play the piano, but I can’t even look at one without wanting to smash it to pieces. Sometimes I hear some… some fucking opera song, or some shit? And I know the words, and I want to sing along, but then my voice just—just cracks, and I feel like… like a broken fucking wind-up toy? It's like my head doesn't remember anything, but the rest of me does and it makes me so fucking angry. What am I missing? Why does it matter?” His voice hitches dangerously, and there’s a stab of panic in Jax’s belly, his hands twitching like they want to—to reach out? “Why can’t it just leave me the fuck alone?"

Knox squeezes his own throat so hard the skin dimples around his fingers and bleeds white where he’s cutting off bloodflow. His shoulders tremble. There's something in the furrow of his brow, the twist of his mouth, that says angry isn't the only thing it makes him, but he either doesn't have the words to say it, or he just won't, not even to himself.

The silence falls again. Jax always thought he preferred silence where Knox was concerned. Turns out he was wrong. This silence is brutal, heavy and choking and just… wrong. When Knox does see fit to break it, it's with a loud exhale that almost makes Jax start.

"Would you look at the time," the merc says loudly, shaking out his bare wrist and looking at it critically. Jax could almost laugh. Knox tosses his legs over the edge of the bed smiling crookedly over his shoulder. "I should really head out, huh? Don't wanna overstay my welcome."

Before he can think, Jax snaps a hand out and catches Knox’s hip, squeezing. Not enough to stop him if he really wants to go, but enough to give him pause. Once again, Jax counts himself lucky they rarely make it to the bedroom before one or both of them are naked, which means all those knives are somewhere by the door, or scattered across his coffee table, or in the leather jacket tossed over the back of his couch. Coyote turns slightly, just enough to eyeball him. Just one yellow eye.

There's a lot Jax could say, a lot he even wants to, but there's something raw in that one yellow eye, something wary and broken that just wants to hide somewhere quiet and lick its wounds. They've been at this for way too fucking long at this point, Jax should know what to do with that, shouldn't he?

Maybe he does.

He snorts. "When the fuck have you ever cared about overstaying your welcome?" He smacks Knox's hip just on the wrong side of gentle, and rolls over. "You're not leaving until you help me change these sheets. Hell, maybe if I'm feeling generous, I'll let you back in bed after we shower."

He pushes up to his feet and stretches out the kinks in his muscles, allowing himself to luxuriate in the pleasant soreness leftover from their romp. Knox is quiet behind him, and he can't really think of when he actually started to trust the crazy bastard enough to turn his back to him.

Knox makes a rough little sound, something not quite a laugh. "Is that an order, Sir?" he asks, low and raspy-sweet.

Jax glances back with a raised eyebrow. "Do I need to make it one?"

#remember you will die #rywd #vapolis #rywd jax #rywd fanfic #rywd merc #pidge writes #oc: coyote knox #idk take the warnings into account for ur own comfort #this is more about the vulnerability and the tenderness between two deeply emotionally stunted idiots #anyway i have been picking at this on my bus rides to/from work for the last week #and performing narrative surgery to fix a screwup (bc i cant read apparently gfhdjg) proved to be a solid warmup #for diving into those comms #so uh #here we go!#enjoy i guess!

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