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onlymingyus · 8 months

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Your Games Suck: Animal Crossing Edition

pairing; jeon wonwoo x kim mingyu x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

warnings; poly, dom!wonwoo, sub!mingyu, big dick!mingyu, unprotected sex, mild pet play, pet names, mlm, nipple play, fingering, spit play, hand on throat, thigh riding, grinding, scratching, marking, aftercare mentioned (if I have forgotten something let me know)

w/c; 5.9k and some change

requested; no

a/n; leave it to me to make minwon poly. I am not sorry. thank you to @wonwussy @onlyseokmins and @playmetheclassics for beta reading for me! and thank you to everyone for being patient and waiting just a little longer for this to be posted since I have been under the weather.

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Pursing your lips, you slide your legs up, opting to rest on over the thigh of the man resting behind you as he adjusts the Switch in his hands so that he can see the one in your hands. It wasn’t the smartest way to play a game together, but when you had asked Mingyu to cuddle with you, there was no way in hell he was going to say no.

Smiling against your ear, Mingyu drops his eyes to your Switch, watching the small character running around a tree with a net, trying to catch wasps. He had done something similar a few minutes before, and now his character was sporting a half-closed eye.

“You did better than me.”

Humming, you watch your character hold up the wasp for the camera announcing you had captured it before you glance at the large man resting behind you.

“Well, I play more Animal Crossing than you do. I’m surprised you even agreed to it.”

Shrugging, Mingyu turns his attention back to his own game, allowing his character to catch up with you. Like most of the afternoon, his cute villager had followed after you like a puppy as you collected insects, flowers and shook trees.

“It’s kinda fun. Pretty relaxing, actually. To be honest…I’m surprised Wonwoo let me come back over and ya know…do this.”

Smirking, you adjust between Mingyu’s legs, causing the man to take a breath and lean his head back briefly before he turns his attention back to the game, trying to keep his head. He wasn’t about to ruin this because he was thinking with his dick instead of his brain.

“I’m not. You are his favorite. He might even like you more than me. Are you going to steal my boyfriend one day, Gyu?”

Mingyu chuckles at your words before shaking his head. He knew you were kidding, but he also knew there was some truth behind them. Clearly, Wonwoo did have a soft spot for him if he was allowing him to be here like this with you without him in the room.

“Mm, how did you know? Figured out my master plan.”

With a smile, you lean your head back on Mingyu’s shoulder causing the man to take a subtle breath. He loved the feeling of you in his arms like this, almost too much. He knew this wasn’t going to be an everyday thing and that he shouldn’t get used to it but damn if you didn’t make it tempting.

“I’m just super smart. I might share him with you. If you ask nicely enough.”

Kicking off his shoes, Wonwoo reaches up to rub the back of his neck feeling the tension of the day running through him. He needed to relax, and he knew that the person who could help him the most by just existing wasn’t that far away.

Moving through the hall, the sound of your voice and Mingyu’s causes Wonwoo to stop in his tracks when he remembers that he had allowed his best friend to come over and keep you company. Sighing your boyfriend stands outside of the bedroom door for a moment considering the situation. After a long day, especially a stressful one, he knew he could ask for Mingyu to leave so he could have time with you alone, but he finds himself actually happy hearing the other man’s voice.

Pushing the door to the bedroom open, Wonwoo leaned against the door frame for a moment watching you with Mingyu. You looked happy and so did Mingyu. There was a stark difference between how you were with anyone else that Wonwoo had allowed you to be with romantically or sexually compared to how you were when you were with Mingyu or with Wonwoo. You looked relaxed, there was nothing you had to prove to either of them.

Glancing at the Switches in yours and Mingyu’s hands, Wonwoo smirks hearing the cute music that managed to reach his ears even under the sound of your voices. He knew how much you enjoyed Animal Crossing and he knew how many times he had told you he would play it with you later only to fall through on that promise. It made him happy to see the large, gentle puppy of a man resting behind you picking up his slack.

“Mm, you talked Mingyu into playing Animal Crossing with you?”

Smiling at Wonwoo’s voice you look up only to feel Mingyu start to move causing your smile to fade instantly.

“Where are you going, Mingyu? I didn’t tell you that you had to move? You can keep holding her. Don’t make my Princess sad. I literally told you to come over here and keep her company, didn’t I?”

Confusion evident on his face, Mingyu settles back against the pillows and the headboard allowing you to get comfortable between his legs once again. With a smile back on your face, you lean over your knees to kiss Wonwoo before resting your head back on Mingyu’s shoulder causing the man’s head to spin with what was happening.

“I just–I figured with you home, you’d want her to yourself. I didn’t want to overstep. You know, overstay my welcome. Not that I’m not enjoying this. Cause I am…a lot.”

Smiling to himself, Wonwoo looks down at his hands rubbing his thumb along his palm as you go back to playing your game and Mingyu watches him cautiously.

“I’d tell you if I wanted you to go. You’re fine, right where you are. Y/N loves that silly game. I never have time to play it with her. I’m glad you like it too, though I didn’t think you’d be into cutesy animal things, Mingyu.”

Furrowing his brows, Mingyu scoffs at Wonwoo’s teasing as he looks back at the Switch in his hands. You smile glancing over your shoulder at Mingyu, and he is a goner knowing he can’t disappoint you.

“Well, I–it’s kinda fun. It’s relaxing. Especially just laying here with Y/N like this. There’s not much to it. You can just rest and run around together.”

Biting your lip you lift a brow and look at Wonwoo as if you say “told you so” causing the man to roll his eyes at your dramatics.

“Mingyu is fun to play games like this with. He follows me around like a cute puppy. I like it. I can teach him how to play something for once.”

Sighing into a resolved laugh, Mingyu starts to try to defend himself when you describe him as a cute puppy but one glance back from you stops him before he starts. Instead, the man just leans his head back against the headboard and sighs once again.

Sitting near your and Mingyu’s legs, Wonwoo laughs at the exchange before lifting his hand to rub at the back of his neck when he meets his best friend’s eyes. He could tell that Mingyu was whipped for you, and he could understand the feeling.

“It’s alright, Gyu. She’s got you wrapped around her little finger. It’s like she said…it’s cute.”

Rolling his eyes, Mingyu lays down his Switch at Wonwoo’s teasing feeling heat creeping up his neck and across his face.

“Yeah yeah. I can take it from her, but…”

“But what? You don’t like it when I tease you? I don’t think that’s true, is it…pup?”

Furrowing his brows at not only Wonwoo’s words but the word “pup”, Mingyu shifts behind you, taking a breath forcing himself to laugh off anything he was feeling. Raising a brow at your boyfriend, you bite at your bottom lip pretending to still be paying attention to your game though you had long forgotten what you were trying to do.

“Princess? Mm…be a good girl and put your games away now, ok? I’ve had a long day, and I want to play something else. As long as everyone else can play along.”

Feeling Wonwoo’s fingers slide under your chin to lift your gaze to him, the man smiles at the look on your face and how quickly you move into action. Sliding to your knees, you take the Switch from Mingyu’s hand, causing the man to swallow hard as he watches you crawl off the bed to put them away, leaving him alone with Wonwoo.

He had never felt vulnerable around his best friend before, but with Wonwoo seemingly appraising him as you did as you were told, Mingyu found himself putting his hands in his lap to cover a growing problem. Moving quickly, you cause the bed to sink slightly when you jump back onto it, crawling towards Mingyu and Wonwoo, drawing both of their eyes from each other to you once again.

“Good kitty.”

Laughing at the new pet name, you move even closer to Wonwoo letting him slide his fingers through your hair as he hums content looking over your pretty face. Wonwoo grins when he finally meets your eyes, his fingers tightening in your hair so he can pull your head back, causing you to moan quietly.

“Mm, she likes her pet name for the night. Don’t you, kitty?”

Nodding, your hair still tightly in Wonwoo’s hand, you lick your lips, your eyes moving over his handsome features until you find his lips trying to will them to meet your own. Smirking, your boyfriend leans forward, brushing his lips against yours before speaking causing you to whine out his name when he causes you to want to chase his kiss.

“Greedy little kitty. You act like you are touch starved. Has our pup not touched you at all today? Does he need to be punished?”

Mingyu watches you with Wonwoo, his breath getting caught in his throat for a moment before he finally swallows it with an audible gulp. He didn’t know that he had been allowed to touch you. He had been trying to be respectful to you and Wonwoo. What the hell was happening?

Pouting, you lean into Wonwoo’s hand as he loosens his grip on your hair, opting to brush his fingers through your hair petting your head. You watch a smirk spread over his lips when you finally nod to answer his question.

“Yeah? She says you do, Gyu. I leave you here all day alone with her, and you leave her like this? I’m disappointed, pup.”

Shaking his head, Mingyu shifts on the bed, lifting his hand towards you and Wonwoo in confusion as he speaks.

“I–Wonwoo, I didn’t know I was allowed to–”

“Shh…the game has started.”

Glancing over to his best friend, Wonwoo looks into his eyes, giving him a look that causes Mingyu's skin to erupt in goosebumps. It was starting to make sense. It didn’t matter what had happened before he had come home, it only mattered what happened now. It only mattered what he said.

Smiling, you finally look at Mingyu with a glint of mischief in your eyes as the man keeps his hands in his lap, trying to conceal how turned on he is. It was cute how even after your talk earlier and the obvious tension in the room that the man needed the push to act.

“Wonwoo…”

A small hum falling from his lips, Wonwoo’s attention moves back to you. His fingers brushing through your hair as his eyes sweep over your face and body before he meets your eyes again in question.

“What is it?”

“He’s nervous. He knows what he wants, but…he’s too afraid to ask for it.”

Pursing his lips, Wonwoo can’t help the way his own head tilts at your words. He had caught the tail end of your conversation with Mingyu, but he hadn’t put much thought into it. There had been various conversations where Mingyu had been brought up and his affection for you and Wonwoo, but now you wanted to speak it into reality?

“Is that so, kitty? And you think you can figure out what he wants? Mmm…but we just discussed how he’s been a bad puppy and needs to be punished.”

A small whimper slips from between Mingyu’s lips, and Wonwoo can’t hide his own reaction. His brows furrowing, your boyfriend swallows hard at the sound before licking his lips. Lifting his gaze to his best friend, Wonwoo manages to lift a brow as Mingyu shifts on the bed, trying to get comfortable with his cock pressing tightly against his jeans.

Gliding your fingers along Wonwoo’s jaw, you find yourself smiling at his reaction to Mingyu and how the evening was progressing. There was something different about having them both in your bed. It was different from any other man that Wonwoo had allowed there. It had been that way from the beginning. Mingyu has always treated you differently like you were special.

“I can let me try first…he will open up to it. You know how he feels about you.”

Shaking his head, Wonwoo scoffs at your words. His hand slides along your thigh to your hip, where he grips it tightly, causing you to whine his name.

“Then get moving.”

Biting your lip, you can’t hide the smirk that spreads across your lips when Wonwoo moves his hands, giving you permission to do as you please. The man’s eyes stay glued to you as you move from his lap.

Mingyu’s eyes lift to find you as you smile at him, your hands resting over his thighs as a shaky breath escapes from his lips. It was unfair how much he wanted you, how much he wanted this. Licking his lips, Mingyu groans your name under another breath when you settle yourself into his lap making him finally move his hands.

“It’s okay. Why are you so nervous? You’ve been in our bed before, Gyu. You’ve been inside of me before. If you don’t want to do this, that’s a different story–”

A strong hand guides you to his lips. Hearing you give him a way to leave was enough to put Mingyu into motion. He didn’t want to leave. He just didn’t want to fuck this up. Fingers glide along the side of your neck as Mingyu’s tongue dances with yours. A soft moan slips from your lips and into Mingyu’s mouth, causing the man to buck his hips up towards your warm center.

Wonwoo smirks, watching from his spot on the bed. He had almost forgotten how much he enjoyed how gentle Mingyu was with you. Eyes fall to the hand cradling your hip, fingers press into your soft clothing and the flesh resting underneath it, but nowhere hard enough to leave a mark. Mingyu remembered the rules. Maybe he could adjust them for him. He was Mingyu, after all.

“Isn’t she the prettiest kitty you have ever seen, pup?”

Nodding, Mingyu muffles a whine as it threatens to slip from his lips by biting down on his bottom lip. You can’t help the smile that spreads in response to the simple action and the gentle sound. Letting your fingers dance along the man’s chest as you lean back, you dare to walk them lower until you reach the end of his shirt so that you can start working the fabric up his toned torso.

“He might be prettier than I am, Wonwoo. I was telling Gyu earlier that you two might like each other more than you like me.”

Your words were teasing, but they caused Mingyu’s cheeks to burn and for Wonwoo to scoff into a laugh. Tilting his head, Wonwoo purses his lips in thought, watching you and Mingyu move. His eyes follow Mingyu’s shirt as you tug it over the man’s head, only to meet his best friend’s eyes and to watch him shy away.

“I wouldn’t say that, Princess, but I can admit Mingyu is important. Or else he wouldn’t be here right now. Keep going, both of you. You can leave marks, Mingyu. She looks pretty with them. Just keep being gentle…I like that.”

Licking his lips, Mingyu furrows his brows at Wonwoo’s words. He knew the rules. He had committed them to memory the first time, and he had been the one to keep to them the best. So now, hearing Wonwoo change one of them up, especially that one caused his heart to race in his chest.

“What?”

The single word on the man’s lips is enough for you to smile. Shifting in Mingyu’s lap, you place your hands over his guiding them to the end of your shirt to persuade him into helping you out of the garment as you speak.

“You heard him, baby. I told you that he likes you. Don’t be so scared. If you want something…ask for it. I want you to ask for things tonight. Can you do that for me? I can help you at first if you want?”

Meeting your eyes once your shirt is over your head and letting it fall from his fingers into the floor below. Swallowing hard, Mingyu nods, then trails his fingers across your soft breasts as he avoids looking at you or Wonwoo as he speaks.

“Just don’t wanna fuck it up, so yeah. I want that.”

Moving closer to you and Mingyu on the bed, Wonwoo lets out a breath as he trails his knuckles along your back.

“You aren’t going to fuck anything up, Mingyu. Help him, kitty.”

The feeling of Wonwoo’s fingers moving along your skin at the same time as Mingyu is electric. You had been touched by multiple people at once before, but this was different. Everything about this time felt different. Nodding to Wonwoo’s words, you lean back towards Mingyu brushing your fingers through his hair as you arch your breast towards his mouth. It doesn’t take long for the man to catch on, a soft groan slipping from his lips before soft lips leave gentle kisses along your skin.

“Harder, Gyu. I want to see where you’ve been later. I want to be able to look in the mirror and trace where my puppy was.”

His cock twitching in his pants, Mingyu mutters against your breast before latching onto your skin, letting a mark begin to bloom. Your nails scratch over his scalp, a soft pleased moan falling from your lips as you lean your head back only to find Wonwoo’s shoulder right where you needed him to be.

With a smirk on his lips, your boyfriend tilts your head towards him and captures your lips as Mingyu’s lips move across your chest, leaving the marks that you had asked for, along with a few subtle bite marks that would quickly fade. It’s only when you roll your hips down over the man’s lap that he pulls away with a groan of your name.

Dark eyes watch Mingyu as he arches against the headboard as you grind on his lap. Wonwoo lips rest against your jaw, hot breath causing goosebumps to spread along your skin while arousal pools between your legs, begging for someone to fill you.

“Take off the rest of your clothes, both of you. I don’t want Mingyu to cum in his pants because you are rubbing on him like you are in heat.”

Pouting at Wonwoo, you watch the man smile at you as he slides from the bed to start stripping his own clothes, leaving you and Mingyu to discard the rest of your own. Fingers cling, and lips find purchase on skin as you both work through your task, but eventually, you find yourself resting back between Mingyu’s thighs, his thick, hard cock heavy against his abdomen.

Trailing your finger over his shaft, you watch how the large man’s body jerks and relaxes to your touch. Soft breaths get held and slowly released as you dare to trace his leaking tip.

“Gyu?”

Your voice seems to bring the man out of a trance, his eyes lifting from your hand to your face. You watch his bottom lip fall from between his teeth, and a soft breath of question escapes his mouth as you run your hand along his stomach towards his chest.

“Do you want Wonwoo to touch you too? Like he touches me? Hm? Maybe while you make me feel good, he can make you feel good?”

Furrowing his brows, Mingyu gasps when your finger circles his nipple causing his cock to jerk against his stomach, precum oozing from his tip obscenely at the idea you had presented him with.

Wonwoo steps out of the last of his clothes when you ask the questions. His brow raises before a smirk lifts at one side of his face at Mingyu’s reaction. When Mingyu stays quiet for a moment too long, Wonwoo begins to give his best friend an out only to stop in his tracks when the man whines out a please. The sound and word causes Wonwoo’s mouth to water. His dark eyes move over you and Mingyu before he finally steps back towards the bed so he can join you both once again.

“Then this is what I want you to do for me, pup. Let our pretty little kitty get off on your thigh, and I’ll make sure you feel good too. Does that sound good?”

Licking his lips, Mingyu finally meets Wonwoo’s eyes, even if it’s for a shy moment to nod before his hands slide to your hips, helping to move you over his muscular thigh like he was asked. Resting your knees on the bed under you, you let your head fall forward to the feeling of Mingyu flexing his thigh between your legs against your wet pussy. Wonwoo seemed to know exactly what you wanted and needed before you even did.

“So good, god, that feels good.”

Mingyu grunts when you scratch your nails over his shoulder and chest as you rock your hips over his thigh. He could already feel your arousal against his skin, and it was addictive. The pain of your nails on his skin was intoxicating, and the heat from Wonwoo’s eyes was causing him to feel like he was going to explode.

Rolling his neck from side to side, Wonwoo smirks as he moves to rest to the side of you but still behind you. You quickly realize that how he is sitting your boyfriend can not only guide you over Mingyu’s thigh but also reach any part of the man that he wanted to. With one hand on your hip, Wonwoo leans against your back, his cock throbbing against your ass, to finally test the waters as he trails his fingers along Mingyu’s abs upwards.

“I want you to start looking at me, Mingyu. How does that wet pussy feel on your leg? She’s already panting…if you keep flexing your thigh, she’ll cum in no time.”

Lifting his eyes to meet Wonwoo’s, Mingyu feels his breath get caught in his throat even before he can answer the man’s question as his thumb brushes over his left nipple, sending a wave of pleasure through Mingyu’s body. A soft grunt slips from his lips, and Mingyu’s thigh tenses between your legs, causing you to whine out, your nails digging into his shoulder when you are able to get just the right amount of friction against your clit on his thigh.

“You are sensitive. Princess, tongue out for me. Good girl...”

Wonwoo smiles as you quickly follow his commands, your tongue extending for him to brush his fingers against quickly. You watch as he then puts those same fingers back on Mingyu’s chest, rolling his nipple between them slowly.

Arching off the headboard, Mingyu mutters Wonwoo’s name under his breath like a prayer. His hands cling to your hip and Wonwoo’s wrist, causing your boyfriend to raise a brow and press down harder over the sensitive bud.

“You are leaking all over yourself, pup. How about this? If you are a good boy and make our kitty cum on your thigh, I’ll let you fuck her while I’ll play with you both. You like that?”

His head falling forward, Mingyu hisses out a sound that sounds like a yes but Wonwoo not being satisfied with the answer simply tsks in disappointment. You bite your lip watching as Wonwoo’s fingers lace through Mingyu’s hair at his forehead pulling the man’s head up so he can meet his eyes once again.

A soft hissing groan gets lost behind Mingyu’s lips when he presses them together tightly trying to hide how much he enjoys Wonwoo’s tight grasp. Instead his nose flares for a moment before he takes a full breath and meets his best friend's eyes with new found fire.

“Yes, I like that. I want that, please.”

Loosening his grip, Wonwoo brushes his fingers through Mingyu’s hair with a much more gentle touch after he gets his answer. A smile on his lips, his cock leaking against your back as you press back against him still desperately trying to get off on Mingyu’s thigh.

“There we go. Good boy. Spit on my fingers?”

Lowering his gaze to the hand in front of his lips, Mingyu looks back to Wonwoo’s eyes before he does as he’s told, spitting onto the man’s fingers. He can only watch out of the corner of his eye as that hand moves back downwards and you moan loudly when Wonwoo’s fingers find your clit.

The pressure building is quick and intense. Between the friction of Mingyu’s thigh and Wonwoo’s fingers you aren’t able to hold yourself back. Soft panting moans slip from between your lips causing Mingyu to grip the comforter under him as Wonwoo’s nails scratch over his chest.

“Shit, there you go. Look how pretty my pets are. You think you can take Mingyu’s cock now, Princess?”

Whining out a yes, you turn your head to meet Wonwoo’s eyes as he smirks. You were cute when you were desperate. Mingyu groans, feeling your weight shift over his lap. Your fingers wrapping around his length causes the man to lean his head back as Wonwoo slides back on the bed with a chuckle.

“Eager, not so fast. Mingyu let me sit where you are. You can lean back against me and then…then you can climb on that cock, kitty.”

Furrowing his brows, Mingyu watches as Wonwoo pulls you back by your hips. You pout turning into a smirk of your own when your boyfriend moves back to the bed, waiting for Mingyu to slide forward.

“I won’t bite, pup…not unless you want me to.”

Licking his lips, Mingyu scoffs into an amused look before scooting forward, allowing Wonwoo to sit against the headboard like he had been. Wonwoo’s hands rest on Mingyu’s shoulders lightly as he smirks at you, ushering the man back between his legs until his back is flush against his chest.

Swallowing hard, Mingyu glances over his shoulder to meet Wonwoo’s eyes briefly as he feels the other man’s cock throb against his back as your fingers brush over his thighs.

“Comfortable?”

Nodding, Mingyu starts to speak, only to have the words caught in his throat when your hand wraps back around his length. Twisting your hand gently, you bite at your lips, sliding your hips over his to lower yourself towards his waiting, leaking tip when the man lets out a groan of your name before speaking.

“I’m not wearing a condom.”

Wonwoo grins, brushing his lips over the man’s ear, causing chill bumps to spread along his skin as he watches you carefully begin to sit down. The stretch was evident on your face. It was clear that you were feeling that pleasurable pain that you enjoyed so much as Mingyu’s cock was buried deep inside of you.

“You aren’t, but I didn’t say you had to, did I?”

Mingyu’s mouth felt dry as he leaned his head back on Wonwoo’s shoulder. Your walls clenching around him, Wonwoo’s hands running along his arms as his lips pulled up into a smirk against his neck. It was almost overwhelming.

“Fuck–I…”

Hands find your hips as Mingyu bucks up into you, the words slipping from his lips as his body moves against Wonwoo’s, both men letting out groans that cause you to shiver. You had known that you would enjoy doing this with both of them again…you just had no idea how much.

“Just like that, pup. Go deep in her. She likes that. You want her to be happy, don’t you? If she’s happy, I’m happy.”

His eyes closed tightly to Wonwoo’s deep voice right against his ear. Mingyu hisses out a groan feeling the man’s fingers moving over his chest once again. He was already so close. You felt like heaven around his cock, and now, with Wonwoo’s fingers lazily circling his nipples, Mingyu knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“Please…I–wanna…”

Smirking to Mingyu’s whines, Wonwoo moves one hand from the man to your face tilting your head back enough that your gaze meets his. The fucked out look on your face was like art. That mixed with the sounds leaving Mingyu’s mouth, the way the man’s thrusts caused just the right amount of friction against Wonwoo’s cock and Mingyu’s back…Wonwoo wasn’t far behind.

“Wanna what? Tell me, Mingyu. Do you wanna fill her up? Hm, fuck her full?”

Laughing in disbelief between groans, Mingyu’s head falls forward from Wonwoo’s shoulder so he can latch onto your shoulder, drawing a groan from your lips. Your eyes never leave your boyfriend’s as he slides his hand from Mingyu’s chest to his neck, letting it rest there loosely.

“And what do you want, kitty? You wanna be full of his cum?”

Mingyu feels your head nod almost frantically as his thrusts pick up in intensity and pace. His fingers clinging to your waist hard enough to bruise with one hand as the other reaches for Wonwoo’s thigh as if to ground him, feeling the other man buck against his back.

“Ah…fuck. Then do it.”

With a loud grunt, Mingyu falls back against Wonwoo, his hips meeting yours hard with a few final trusts that cause his cum to begin to drip onto his thighs and the comforter below the two of you. Holding onto you and Mingyu with one hand each, Wonwoo gasps when he finds himself until unable to hold himself back anymore either. Cum paints Mingyu’s back as Wonwoo’s teeth scratch over the man’s neck.

Panting through your moans, you roll your hips over Mingyu chasing your own high as you watch the two men collapse in bliss. Your stomach tightening, you whimper, holding tightly to Wonwoo’s forearm as his thumb brushes your bottom lip. Meeting his eyes, you feel the coil that had been tightening snap inside of you, causing you to tighten even more around Mingyu.

The orgasm is so intense your thighs tremble, and you find yourself relying on the two men to keep you upright. Soft pleasured moans fall from your lips when you find yourself moved to lay on your back, fingers running through your hair. A smile pulling at your lips, you feel too tired to open your eyes but realize that it doesn’t matter which of the men is doting on you. You adore them both.

“Y/N…are you still sleeping?”

Nuzzling into the comforter, you cause Mingyu to smile as he leans down to press a kiss to your temple, unable to stop himself from being endeared by you. How would he ever go back to how things were before after something like this?

“No…I want to be though.”

A warm laugh greets your ears as his fingers brush through your hair, causing you to roll onto your back, allowing the man to look at your face.

“You can go back to sleep once you are cleaned up and have eaten something. Wonwoo told me not to let you sleep too long. I think he’d really kick me out if I don’t listen…”

Shaking your head no, you wrap your arms around the man’s bicep, pulling him down on the bed, causing him to laugh once again, feeling your lips press to his skin. You were so tempting.

“Babe…I–”

“She’s sneaky. Get up, Princess. I have food ready. Get in the shower with Mingyu and then you both come out and eat. Then we can go back to bed.”

Hearing Wonwoo’s voice seems to pull you out of your daze. Turning from Mingyu’s arm you look over your boyfriend who was dressed in pajama pants and his glasses resting low on his nose. A smile forming on his lips, Wonwoo lifts his brow lifting his hands when you don’t move right away.

“Does he need to carry you?”

Whining, you sit up with a pout on your face feeling Mingyu’s fingers run over your back as he smiles at your reaction.

“I can walk. Does this mean I get to keep him?”

Wonwoo purses his lips letting his eyes fall on Mingyu once before they return to you curiously.

“You want to? You liked it that much? Am I not enough?”

Scoffing at his words, you slide off the bed as Wonwoo laughs at your reaction, moving into the room as Mingyu stands up, sliding his hands over his arms nervously.

“Why do you have to say it like that? You know it’s not like that.”

Brushing his hands over your face once he is close enough, Wonwoo tilts his head, looking down at you as you continue to pout up at him.

“I know, I’m teasing you. I liked it too. If Mingyu wants to stay, he can. He can come over anytime he wants. I’m okay with this.”

Hearing his name, Mingyu lifts his head, swallowing hard before taking a few steps forward with a smile lifting at his lips.

“Seriously? You all want that?”

Turning towards Mingyu, you can’t help but smile at the large puppy of a man. He was so big and yet could look so cute and small when he stood like he was waiting for a treat.

“I do, yeah. You are special, Mingyu. Clearly…there is more in this relationship between the three of us to explore. I’ve never felt better.”

Wonwoo laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back against his chest as he sighs, looking at Mingyu.

“She means she’s never been more spoiled, but yeah, I want it too. Stay the night. There’s no need to rush off. Get this troublemaker in the shower and come out and eat. I got both of your favorites.”

Feeling Wonwoo’s lips against your cheek, you grin, nuzzling against the man as Mingyu looks at you both adoringly. Clearing his throat trying to hide how happy he is, Mingyu shifts in place, reaching to adjust his own borrowed sweatpants before smiling again when he realizes he can’t keep it from his face.

“Yeah, I want it. Alright, I can handle that. Thanks for trusting me. Come here, babe. I won’t even make you do anything in the shower. How’s that for spoiled?”

Laughing, you move from Wonwoo, who scoffs at Mingyu’s words rolling his eyes when you lean up to kiss the taller man gently. Looking at Wonwoo over your shoulder, you stick your tongue out at him teasingly only for him to shake his head. Turning away to hide his own smile, you and Mingyu listen to him sigh out his words as the two of you step towards the bathroom.

“Now I have two brats…”

#wonwoo smut #mingyu smut #seventeen smut #svthub #svt smut #minwon smut #wonwoo x reader #mingyu x reader #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #minwon x reader

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odetodilfs · 1 year

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Something to eat

Pairing: sub bottom!Javi Gutierrez x Dom top!male!reader

CWs: Smut, ass eating (reader giving), Oral Sex, summing inside, hands free orgasm.

A/N: Ok yeah sorry about taking so long and just not posting, I've been going through stressful times and just not been feeling in the mood for writing.

You were laying in bed after an absolutely exhausting day at work, and the fact that the day was so sticky and humid just really didn’t help. It was clear Javi noticed so he placed a cold, icy glass of water next to you and smiling at you, “My poor little baby” he said slightly sarcastically as he played with your hair and laid down next to you. You enjoyed and savored the feeling of his beautiful hands across your hair, massaging your scalp and making you feel so relaxed. As the tiredness went away… horniness came, it had been over a month since you and Javi had done anything, you were desperate to have sex, or literally anything, and the way Javi had legs nicely spread with nothing but a bathing suit underneath made it very tempting. He had fallen asleep, he had turned on his stomach, making his cute ass stick out and you were certainly getting some thoughts…

An idea popped onto your mind… What if you wake him up as a surprise? You went in and started to take off his pants slowly. But Javi’s senses were still on high alert despite his sleep, so he instantly woke up, “What are you doing?” his sweet voice asked,

“I uh…” you started, Javi chuckled

“It’s fine,” he said, “do you want anything to eat?” he asked you, you didn’t notice any suggestive manners in the way he said it so you assumed he meant food. But again, his ass looked so delicious that it was hard to not say what you wanted. “Well, I’d like to eat you right now” you flirted, Javi was taken aback but wasn’t against the idea…

Javi turned himself 180 degrees and was now laying on his back, “Cariño, are you sure-” but you just couldn’t hold back at that point, “Yes I’m very fucking sure” you replied as you pulled down his pants and exposed that tight hole he had. You instantly went in and licked it all over, “Mmmm” you moaned as you savored the sweet, musky taste of his ass again after weeks of not having it, Javi covered his mouth as he stopped a yelp of pleasure from coming out. You were infatuated with his asshole, licking the tight ring and even going ever so slightly inside of him which made him mewl. When you started jerking off his cock he couldn’t hold back the loud moans of pleasure anymore and even moaned your name out on some occasions.

Javi’s ass was just the best meal you could ever ask for, the way it tasted so fucking good, the way his hole contracted in the shouts of pleasure made you decide it was also time to start using your fingers. But you didn’t want to ruin Javi’s taste just yet, so you sucked on your fingers for a while, using your other hand on his cock to not have him begging too much, but he was desperate for your tongue again. When your fingers were lubed enough you slipped your index into his ass and he moaned as it passed his prostate, his moans were shamelessly loud. The way his salty precum tasted melted into your mouth in such a way as you fingered him, the way his tight walls clenched around your fingers only imagined how much better they would feel on your cock.

You fingered him some more and then went back to eating him out, this time like a starved man as you couldn’t see anything, suffocated by his ass cheeks. But the lube had made the appeal go away slightly so you decided to lube up your dick. The good thing was he was already loosened up from your fingers and tongue, so your cock slid in quite easily, his moan being extremely loud when you first went inside him. “Shh, it’s okay my love,” you whispered reassuringly, “C-cariño-” he moaned as you started to make your first few movements.

Your dick felt like it was being stroked by clouds, his smooth walls clenched just with the right amount of pleasure and his breathy moans made you even hornier. Javi’s prostate is extremely sensible, you’ve noticed that across the many times you’d fucked him and as soon as you hit it he whimpers, especially as you speed up your pace. This is how you like Javi, legs open for you, giving his hole to you and having him moaning, it was heaven. Your thrusts turn into pounding as he’s screaming by now and he brings a hand to his cock to speed up his orgasm, you slap it away, “No Javi, you’re cumming hands free” you said, “But-” he uttered a weak protest that soon vanished as you only pounded him harder.

A few minutes later, you felt Javi clench real hard on your cock and scream your name out loud and a wet, sticky substance covered your stomach, he whined in pleasure even after. This sight was enough for you, you screamed, “J-Javi-” you filled him up, you stayed there, breathing, recovering in absolute bliss, “I needed that” you said “I’m glad I can give it to you mi amor” he smiled as he went in and kissed you, you pulled out, your cum leaked from his hole slightly, “Let me just…” you said as you lifted him in your arms and carried him bridal style to the bathtub, you smiled at each other the whole way through.

#javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x male reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal characters #x male reader #top male reader #gay

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pearlparty · 10 months

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It’s Cuffin’ Season

Brat/Sub!Austin x Reader

Summary: It all started out as a fun little game of teasing, harmless. Except this time he broke one of the rules. And then he broke another rule, because he just couldn’t help himself. He didn’t expect being tied up, gagged, and edged to tears as a result though. Furthermore, he’d never have expected himself to like it. Check that, no, love it.

Warnings: SMUT!!!, heavy dom/sub dynamics, Brat!Austin (but one could argue that it’s just banter and not bratty), Sub!Austin, handcuffs, teasing, edging, masturbation (f/m), oral (f/m receiving), hand job, use of a tie as a gag, a tiny bit of degradation, lots of praise, momma kink, ma’am kink, usage of the nickname “baby boy”, lots of begging and apologizing, male whimpering, a dash of dacryphilia (if you can even call it that), tons of dirty talk, brief discussion/use of the color system safe words, unprotected penetrative sex, spitting/swallowing spit, cockwarming, creampie, no use of Y/N, first time writing smut, super quick/rushed ending probably

Word Count: 9k

Note: This is my first time writing smut, so please provide ANY/ALL of the feedback (and I really mean good and bad because I really want to step up my game with this, so feel free to be mean lol). I wrote this for @purejasmine who asked for some apologetic and crying Austin. Hope I could do it justice, babe, and sorry it took five-ever lol. This has been sitting in the archive for a while because I’ve been so anxious about posting it, so the end wraps things up super quickly--if you have any suggestions about how to properly wrap it up, please, message me! If I’ve written anything that has concerning themes that I’ve not addressed, please let me know. I also feel the need to mention that this is takes place in an established relationship with switch dynamics that aren’t really discussed. This is filthy, God, I’m sorry.

The two of you had been apart for what felt like forever (in reality, it was only about a month, but it felt like forever to two idiots who were hopelessly in love and obsessed with each other). You’d been in Paris boss bitching your fall fashion designs to a couple of top executives and he’d been gone for press tours.

It was easy at first. You’d call every night to check in and say your sappy goodnights (even though the time difference usually meant one of you was saying good morning). FaceTime provided some element of comfort to satiate his need for you, but the small screen of blue light did little in comparison to your soft touch and warm skin. Still, he held out because at least he could see you.

The second week was a little harder. A little game had started up between the two of you. Phone calls littered with subtle innuendos had turned to lightly provocative selfies and texts which turned into downright filthy messages sent to each other during the work day. In fact, it got to the point that whenever your name popped up on his screen, he had to check his surroundings before he looked at the message. Unfortunately, he had also learned the hard way to make sure his brightness and volume were low, thanks to a sexy little voice note that had him jumping out of his skin and nearly throwing his phone into the street—which had earned him a poorly hidden side-eye from one of the PAs that had been nearby.

The game of teasing had begun, and while he absolutely loved it, you’d set an impossible finish line: wait until we’re together again. He’d audibly groaned when the words left your mouth, dripping with sex. “Just think how much better it’s gonna be when you’re fucking me instead of your hand. Can you wait for me, baby? Wait for me to come home and take your cock in whatever way pleases you?” He reluctantly agreed, but the images in his phone had been tempting enough as it was. The rest of the time away would be a nightmare.

It’d been easy in the day—there had been a few moments where he zoned out staring into the middle distance, pulling his lip between his teeth, as flashes of your face creased in ecstasy graced his imagination, but the tasks before him always pulled him back to the present without a problem.

Nights on the other hand? That was a whole different problem—it was awfully easy to let his mind wander in an empty hotel room when his phone was right there with a variety of scandalous pictures of you on it. Well… let’s just say that he’d used the pictures you’d sent to hype himself up a bit, but he’d held out despite that little horny voice in the back of his head that tempted him to undo his pants for a quick couple strokes. He might have taken a cold shower or two (or six), but he’d managed to do it.

The four weeks away had him aching to spend a few blissful moments in your presence; it’d be a chance to hold you and recount your trip’s details—touch your face, caress your curves with his fingers, and bury his face in your stomach as you lightly play with his curls.

Right before he railed you into the mattress.

But that’s not how things worked out, huh? Unfortunately, your flight had been canceled due to the weather in Rennes, France, so your schedule had you just barely getting home before the charity gala the next day. You hadn’t been too worried on the phone, brushing it all off with a lovely, “C’est la vie,” but Austin held back an annoyed groan. The man had been waiting to have you all to himself, tucked away in his arms in your little corner of the world, and now he’d have to wait even longer to have you.

Now, that pesky little voice seemed a little louder. His horniness, and perhaps slight jet lag, had begun to eat away at his resolve and soon he found himself leaning back on the couch, staring at the ceiling, filthy thoughts rolling through his head. He glanced at the clock. Around 3. She’s not going to be home for a few hours, the little voice offered. And you won’t be able to have her until after the gala. She’d never know. Besides, it’s good for stress relief, and you’ve been so worked up for so long. You deserve this.

His patience had worn thin and he gave into those carnal urges before you got home. He had the images pulled up on his phone, listening to the voice memos, over and over again as he pictured you coming undone beneath him. He rode that wave to the peak.

And then you walked in on him. His heart (and impending orgasm) stopped. Everything seemed to freeze as you locked eyes with him and pursed your lips.

“Is that any way to greet the love of your life after a month apart?”

Heat rose in his cheeks and ears with embarrassment. Shit, he thought. Not only had you caught him masturbating, you had caught him masturbating after you explicitly told him not to masturbate while you were gone.

It was only a few seconds, but it dragged out for an eternity. Austin let go of his cock and sat up a little straighter, eyes darting around the room as he started a defense, “Babe, I, uh--”

“Needed me that bad, huh, baby boy?” you purred as you strutted towards him, lidded eyes never leaving his panicked and confused ones as you closed the distance between you. You dragged your hands up and over his knees and thighs, leaning down enough to give him a little bit of a show with your loose neckline dangling open. His mouth fell open into a small O-shape, still confused, but not unhappy, that you were acting like this.

“Hm?” you hummed, nails ghosting over his cock as you leaned down close to his ear to taunt him with a salacious, “Oh, honey, we both know that your hand can’t hold a flame to me. Do you need me now?” You leaned in closer with a breathy sigh. “Want me to take you right here? Wanna come inside me after a month of being apart?”

Austin’s eyes rolled back in his head as he listened to the sin fall from your lips. For a moment he’d completely forgotten about the promise he’d broken. For a moment he just had you.

“Oh yes, baby, yes. I do,” he moaned as your hands slid over his shoulders, teasing the fabric of his white tee up his torso just a couple inches. He gently let his hands slide up the sides of your waist. “Need you so bad.”

A light chuckle resonated in your chest before you continued in a breathy whisper, “You know I was going to make it special.” He barely processed the words as he melted into your touch on his neck, spellbound by the way your fingernails lightly scraped over his scalp and mussed his curls. And then you were a lips’ distance away and he could only marvel at the way you’d enchanted him with your touch, hypnotizing him with your soft tone and bedroom eyes.

“Think of all the sinful things we could have done before the gala tonight, Aus,” you breathed as you leaned in even closer. He nearly closed the distance between your lips himself, but--

“Since you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, I guess we’ll just have to wait a little longer, won’t we.” You pulled away harshly, leaving him chasing your skin with a small protesting whine and a small “no” as you drew back and met his gaze with maliciousness, still gripping his hair in an iron vice like some sort of seductress. No.

Dominatrix.

Austin gulped.

“Now, you’re gonna listen to me, baby, and you’re gonna listen good,” you admonished, making him nod, suddenly struck dumb at your quick mood change. You had never spoken to him like this before… and he couldn’t say that he didn’t like it. You kept your voice low and level, but not angry. If anything, your words almost contradicted your sultry tone. “We’re going to go to the gala in a couple of hours. We’re going to have a real good time. You’re going to be on your best behavior—keep your hands to yourself, be the perfect arm candy for me, and then,” you leaned in again, “if you’re good,” your lips just ghosted the shell of his ear as you brought your voice down to a whisper, “I’m going to fuck your brains out when we get home.”

The brazened words sent a thrill straight to his cock, and he suddenly couldn’t breathe anymore.

“But,” you jerked his head back to look at you fully, a fire burning in your eyes as you laid it out crystal clear. “You put your hands on yourself or misbehave for the tiniest fraction of a second, and I will have you crying and begging for mercy.”

The next words left his mouth unbidden, “Is that a threat or a promise?”

You licked your lips and cocked your head to the side, looking him up and down. “Huh,” the tip of your tongue grazed the bottom of your front teeth, “never woulda pegged you as a brat, Mr. Butler.”

You released his hair and caressed your fingers over his cheek before running your thumb down his full bottom lip. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

He hummed in response, his half lidded gaze and smirk doing well for himself. A thrill shot through your abdomen. This was turning out to be one of the best games you’d ever played, it seemed. You gripped his jaw and went in for a slow kiss. A simple kiss to greet your lover with affection after the weeks apart. “I missed you, by the way,” you muttered to his lips, allowing the persona to take a backseat for a moment and let your mushy feelings out before you had to become the stern woman in charge again.

“Missed you, too,” he muttered back, letting his fingers tease the seam of your pants by your knees.

“Trust me, I’m aware.” You glanced down to his still exposed dick and smirked a little as he blushed. “Now,” you gently tapped his cheek, “get your ass into the bathroom and take a cold shower for me, yeah?”

Needless to say, putting his hands on himself had been one of the few thoughts rolling around in his head as he stepped under the cold water—which didn’t help much besides shock his body back to homeostasis, by the way—and then changed into the dark blue suit set you’d picked out for him shortly after. And as he watched you slink out from your closet draped in a shimmery gold dress that left little to his raunchy imagination, he had to turn and mentally bite his fist to calm himself. The slit in the skirt revealing your leg practically screamed, “Easy access, easy access, easy access!” His fingers itched to slide up your waist and slip the delicate straps from your shoulders. They ached to caress your stomach, thighs, and breasts, but your warning played on repeat in his head and he restrained himself to stick to the rules of engagement you’d given him.

But what would happen if I didn’t play by the rules? he thought. Austin wasn’t sure whether it was unbridled curiosity or some unchecked internal masochism that he’d yet to address, but something had prompted the thought as the two of you climbed into the back of the car. He wanted to see just how far you’d take things.

How could he push you to the end of your rope? And what would lie in wait for him once he’d done it?

A smirk played on the corner of his mouth as the car stopped at your destination. He’d play his part, yes. He’d be the perfect arm candy to the fashion executive woman who needed to hobnob with the rich for a while to maintain those business relationships. He’d open doors, help you from the car, make small talk with individuals with inflated senses of purpose, fetch drinks, and smile for pictures. Yes, he’d do all of that.

But he wanted to have a little fun with you, too. And after two and a half hours of watching you do your job accepting the praise from your colleagues, he finally allowed himself to do just that. Maybe it was his own sexual frustration, or even the three glasses of gin, that pushed him to such uncharacteristic public boldness, but he couldn’t ignore the way he felt drawn to your body as you and a small group of stylists listened to your colleague Jean-Luc Gaultier speak about his defeats and triumphs with his latest line of men’s trousers.

Austin appeared to be listening to the Frenchman intently, but his mind was elsewhere as he let his hand snake around your waist and caress the silk material. His fingers pressed into the front of your hip bone in a tantalizing motion as he slid them impossibly close to your hip flexor for the briefest of moments—just teasing you with the idea of the possibility of where he would go next. Your breath hitched, but you maintained your decorum and covered it up by clearing your throat as you shot Austin a look out of the corner of your eye. He ignored it.

Jean-Luc didn’t seem to notice either, and continued to prattle on about the season to the group of people in the small circle. The other designers in the conversation didn’t pay you mind, only eager to please the executive with fake laughter and ingenuine flattery.

Austin’s hand wandered again, gently sliding up your waist to allow his thumb to ghost the underside of your breast before dropping to cop a feel of your ass. Your eyes widened at the sensation, and you snatched his hand in yours. Without even looking at Austin, you could tell he had that stupid smirk on his lips.

“Excuse me, Jean-Luc,” you gently interjected with a tight smile on your face when the executive came to the end of his story. The graying man looked over his round pink sunglasses with a quirked brow. “I think I need to go out for a smoke. I’ll be right back.” You finally turned to shoot a warning look at Austin. “Come with me, dear?”

You didn’t even give him a chance to answer as you dragged him away towards the large door out the back, keeping an eye out for any lingering guests that might have gone out as well.

The heavy door slammed closed as you and Austin stepped into the cool night air. Alone. Without a second thought, you whipped the tall man around you and roughly shoved him into the red brick with a huff, your dark nails biting into his neck.

“What the hell was that?” You hissed through gritted teeth. You’d been patient up until now, but this recent disobedience flipped the switch pushed all the pent up sexual frustration from the past month to something a little more aggressive than you’d ever expected. “You really think you can get away with that fiasco back home and then you come here and pull that shit? You’re a little too cocky for your own good.”

“Oh, c’mon, darlin’,” he rasped out, throwing in a little bit of that southern twang that you’d never openly admit to loving so much. “You know I can’t keep my hands off you.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly. Was he trying to get out of this or make it worse on himself? A wave of inappropriate ideas flooded the forefront of your mind. You couldn’t help but grin a little.

“You’re not too good at following rules, are you?” your low voice sent a shiver up his spine, and he met your half-lidded gaze with one of his own. You pulled your lip between your teeth in contemplation. “What on earth am I gonna do with you?”

“Nothing I don’t deserve, I’m sure,” he goaded you. This was uncharted territory for both of you, but he was more than eager to push the limits to fill in the blank edges on the map.

“Who’s to say you deserve anything?” You shortened the gap between your lips as much as you could given Austin’s insane height advantage over you.

He nearly moaned at the bite in your words and the feeling of your nails on his neck. “Ooh, I like it when you’re mean, baby.” Ever the perfect scene partner, he improvised in this little game of yours while eloquently giving you the green light to lay on in thick. And you’d do just that.

You hummed. “You’re a pussy hungry, arrogant little whore, aren’t you? You go home and jerk off to the thought of me when I explicitly told you not to and then you come here and let your hands wander after I asked you to be a good boy.” You let your words drip from your mouth with a sickeningly sweet glaze. “Do you think it’s funny disobeying me? Where exactly do you get off with that, huh?”

“With you, hopefully,” he rasped, keeping his words between the two of you as he smirked. Currently, nothing seemed more appealing than wiping that smug look off of his beautiful face. Your fingers twisted around his tie as you wrenched him closer, a sinister smile spreading over your lips.

“We’ll see,” you whispered before dragging him inside like a dog on his leash. It didn’t take him long to catch up, and you quickly dropped his tie and slipped your hand around his to lead him instead—better not to attract more attention than necessary, though part of you would have liked to drag him out like that and let everyone know that he was your little puppy.

You found Jean-Luc near the bar; the swarm of groupies and outlandish fashion made it easy to find him. “I’m so sorry, dear,” you began, pulling the older man’s attention to you. “But I’m afraid I’m feeling a little faint after that cigarette, so Austin and I are going to head home for the night.” You didn’t give him a chance to object or offer any remedies he might have up his sleeve. “Your designs are fantastic, mon ami, and I can’t wait to see what you have this fall.” He blushed and pulled you in for a kiss on either cheek in his typical farewell before you muttered a few more goodbyes and led Austin to the car.

You ushered him into the backseat, and he wordlessly followed your directions to buckle his seatbelt. A thick sexual tension settled into the back of the car as you gave the driver directions to your house, and you might have worried that the driver knew what you were up to had you not been busy running your nails through the curls at the base of Austin’s neck.

When the car pulled into the driveway, you unbuckled Austin’s seatbelt and directed his eyes to yours with two of your fingers on his jaw. You kept your voice low enough so that only he could hear you. “Get your ass in the house, baby. Go sit on the couch and wait for me there, okay?”

Austin pulled his lip between his teeth and you could have sworn that you heard a shudder in his breath. You smirked, taking a moment to admire the state he was in before you reached across him and pulled his door open. “I’ll take care of this and be up in just a second, okay?” you said at normal volume, but the edge in your voice wasn’t lost on him. Austin nodded once, sucked in another breath and clambered out of the car. You couldn’t help but watch his long legs carry him through the front door.

“Long night, huh?” the driver’s deep voice sounded so suddenly in the quiet private neighborhood that you nearly jumped. It made you let out a small laugh.

“Oh, you have no idea,” you muttered as you pulled your wallet out of your purse. “Thanks for the ride.” You handed him a $100 bill and quickly stepped out. The beams from the headlights softened as the car backed out of the driveway, and soon it was just you and the porch light on a warm summer evening.

Austin sat obediently on the couch like you’d asked—manspread and smirking, but obedient nonetheless—as he watched you saunter into the living room. A part of you couldn’t decide whether he was trying to show that he maintained dominance or if he just wanted to piss you off. You wordlessly made your way over to him, slowly drinking him in and letting your eyes roam every inch of his lanky body draped over the cushions. He’d taken off his suit jacket and laid it over the couch’s armrest. He did look rather handsome in what you’d picked for him. Dark blue always brought out his eyes, and the white button up perfectly complimented his tan skin.

“See something you like, babe?” The snarky comment left his lips as he leaned back and looped his arms over the back of the couch. You cocked an eyebrow, surprised at his audacity but didn’t answer his question.

“You’re awfully chipper for someone who’s deserving of a punishment,” you hummed, grabbing your dress and parting it from the slit at the top of your thigh so you could straddle him. It had been a risk forgoing a pair of panties with a high slit in your dress, but the gamble had paid off if the look in Austin’s eyes meant anything. You didn’t put any pressure on his lap, though. No, you would take your time with him.

“And what if that’s the very thing that has me so chipper?” Austin’s husky voice hit your ears and you sighed at the sound.

“Well then, darling,” you matched his tone, tugging lightly at the knot of his tie to bring him closer. Your whisper sent a chill down his spine. “I’d say you don’t know what you’re in for.”

He groaned at the sound as you lowered yourself down to his lap, allowing your naked body heat to tease him through his pants. He snaked his hands up your waist, eager to rid you of your golden dress and touch your soft skin.

“No.” You snatched his wrists and yanked them from your body. “No touching. Not ‘til I say so.” Austin’s blue eyes blinked up at you a couple of times. Oh, sweet boy didn’t really think he was going to be punished, did he? You kept your tone firm, but didn’t raise your voice as you spoke, “You’re being punished so you don’t do anything until I say so.”

“O-okay.” He stuttered out, and you released his wrists before wrapping your fingers behind his neck and redirecting his gaze up to yours by pressing his chin up with your thumb.

“That’s all I get? After you disrespected me and disobeyed me?” you questioned with feigned innocence and a pout. Your thumb gently swiped back and forth over the smooth skin on his flushed cheek before you went back to your stern voice. “It’ll be ‘yes, ma’am’ from here on out. Understood?”

Austin swallowed thickly. “Yes, ma’am.” He planted his hands firmly beside him on the couch cushions.

You smirked. “Hm. Good boy.” You turned your attention to his clothes, aching to run your hands down his toned chest. Nimble fingers moved to loosen his tie as you spoke again. “You remember the color system, baby?” It was rhetorical, but he nodded anyway. “Can you tell me what each of the colors mean?” His tie came undone and you pulled it from his shirt collar slowly to lay it over the back of the blue couch, reveling in the way his breathing quickened ever so slightly. His eyes never left your face even though your attention was on each of the buttons on his shirt.

“Yes, ma’am,” he sucked in a breath as you undid the top two buttons. “Green is all clear,” the next button came loose, “yellow is slow down,” Your nails grazed his chest as two more came undone. His breath hitched at the sensation, but he pushed through the last color. “And red means stop.” You finished undoing his shirt and ran your fingers down his chest and towards his toned stomach.

“Very good,” you purred. Gently, you eased the garment off of his body and discarded it to the floor haphazardly. Your eyes raked over his bare chest, the light dusting of chest hair between his pecs. Fuck, he was pretty.

Finally, you met his eyes again. Those familiar blues you loved so much had that little ring of green on the edges that only showed up when he was horny, blown wide with lust. You gently cupped his chin as you spoke seriously, the game taking a time-out so you could clearly express to your lover what you thought to be so important. “So you say ‘red’ at any point, and I’ll stop everything, okay?”

He nodded and sucked in a breath. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, sincerity in his eyes. He was ready for whatever you had for him.

That wicked smile returned to your face. “Good.”

Austin couldn’t suppress the thrill that shot down his spine. Oh, lord have mercy. He barely had time to perceive the handcuffs you’d pulled from your bag before you gently grabbed his left wrist. His eyebrows shot up at the sight—he hadn’t expected this, by any means. The gears clicked as you squeezed the single strand snuggly around his wrist. Your eyes flicked up to his, and he nodded, giving you the go ahead.

“Lean forward for me, baby.” He did as he was told, his eyeline meeting your decolletage as his face nearly collided with your plunging neckline. He gulped. Had he not promised to be a good boy and wait for permission, he’d press kisses all over you right now. Over your collarbones, down to the plush flesh at the top of your breasts, right down to—

“Do you know why you’re being punished, Austin?” Your voice interrupted his thoughts as you secured his hands behind his back. You hummed as the other handcuff clicked around his wrist slowly.

“Yes, ma’am.” he breathed out slowly, eyes glued to your neckline. Oh this really was a punishment.

“Go on.” You withdrew your hands from behind him and pushed his back to the couch. “Tell me all the naughty things you did to deserve this.” Your nails scraped down his shoulders to his chest, making him hiss at the delightful sensation. You leaned in close, pressing light kisses to his neck—the kind that just barely grazed his skin and drove him mad with the sensation of your hot breath fanning across his pulse point. Austin adjusted his arms behind his back a little so the cold metal of the handcuffs wasn’t pressing into his wrists too hard before he spoke.

“I-I touched myself before you came home,” he choked out when you ground your hips into his pelvis. Tilting his head back for more access, you slowly dragged your hot lips up his throat and across his jaw, hands traveling closer and closer to his hardening cock. You hummed.

“Mhm. You couldn’t wait for me, could you?” You grinned as you lightly took his chin between your teeth and shook your head in response to your own question. Then you got dangerously close to his lips. “Mm, you got off without me, so I’d say it’s only fair that you wait a little longer while I get off, yeah?” Austin wanted to choke out a defense that technically he never really got off because you’d interrupted his climax, but the words died on his lips when you let out a small moan with another roll of your hips. His eyes rolled back at the sensation and sound. “You’re going to make me come two times, and then if you’re good, I’ll think about letting you put your pitiful cock inside me. Does that sound okay, darling?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am,” he moaned, ready, willing, and able. Even with his hands behind his back, he knew he’d be able to pull a couple of orgasms out of you. Hell, maybe he’d make it three and overachieve—get a gold star and extra praise for his good deeds.

But just like that, you were off of the couch and strutting away. You seemed to be doing that a lot lately. It made him go mad with hunger and he had to suppress a whine at the loss of contact he’d been aching for.

You slowly turned and sank to the loveseat across from Austin, arching your back just enough to draw his attention to your chest. His brow furrowed.

“Uhh,” he stammered out, “how am I supposed to get you off from here?”

You tisked. “Oh, Aus, I never said anything about you getting me off right away.” You leaned back on the velvety cushion and slowly spread your legs, leaving everything on display for Austin—everything you knew he wanted but couldn’t have. His mouth watered at the sight. “Seems it’s only fair that I get myself off just like you, right?”

You didn’t break eye contact as your hand dipped to the pooling arousal between your legs. Suddenly, he realized exactly what kind of torture awaited him now: you were going to get yourself off first. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it but watch. A breathy satisfied moan left your mouth, “Oh, Aus.” You drew his name out in a long sigh, but the word left him empty since it wasn’t him that provided the pleasure (not that it made a difference to his quickly hardening cock). Austin shifted in his seat as you let out a gasp and gripped the back of the loveseat over your shoulder.

“Eyes on me, baby. Only me.” you taunted, screwing your eyes shut as you began a rhythm on your clit that tightened the coil in your abdomen. “Mm, this could have been you, Aus.” You pulled your lip between your teeth, attempting to make an extra show for him.

Truth be told, the performance wasn’t quite as pleasurable as you made it out to be as you normally liked Austin to be the one to get you off, but he’d been naughty and you deemed the performance a necessary punishment to get him irate or apologetic, whichever came first. After all, this was your game, so it seemed only fair that you make up the rules—even if they were unfair.

“This could be your hand touching me, but you couldn’t wait, could you?”

Austin had his eyes glued to your fingers moving through your wet arousal and over your clit, as he shifted again in his seat. “No, I couldn’t wait,” he choked out, the words leaving him hoarse.

“Such an impatient man.” The coil began to compress, and you picked up your pace to chase the release. “You’re so desperate for me aren’t you, baby?”

A whine edged into his voice, “Yes, ma’am. I need you so bad. Please.” He leaned forward to the edge of the couch, letting out a strained breath. A jolt of arousal bolted down your spine, but you chose not to respond to his plea and instead let out an obscene moan to tease him a little more. He continued, more of that delicious whine lining his words, “Oh, please, baby, can I make you come. Can I please touch you?”

The begging sent you over the edge and a lovely wave of white pleasure washed over you as you came, knuckles going white as you clutched the back of the couch. Toes curling, head thrown back in ecstasy, your quick breaths echoing off the walls; it might as well have been pulled straight from a porno, and it had Austin captivated and straining against his slacks. If you hadn’t been recovering from an orgasm, you might have taken a minute to soak in the power you held over him at the moment.

When the aftershocks finished wracking your body, you met Austin’s lustful gaze from across the room with a hooded one of your own. He licked his plush lips, eyes raking over your form as his chest heaved, his cheeks flushing a light pink in his excitement. You smirked, pleased with the effect you were having on him.

“You wanna taste me, sweetheart?” The question had barely left your mouth when Austin nodded feverishly. You crooned, “Awfully greedy, aren’t we?”

You retracted your hand from your pussy and swiftly crossed to Austin to straddle him again, pushing him harshly back into the couch. He offered no resistance to your fingers slipping between his lips, savoring your taste and running his tongue over your fingers. You smirked.

“I love how eager you are for me, Austin,” you purred, slithering your hand back to the base of his skull and tugging gently on a few of his curls. His eyes rolled back at the praise.

You straddled him again, pulling your fingers from his mouth and pressing a hot, sloppy, open mouthed kiss to his worry-worn lips. He kissed you hungrily, like kissing you was the only thing that would put air into his lungs. You were right: he was desperate for you.

“I love when you’re begging for it. Begging for me.” You gasped the words between kisses, rolling your hips into his. He hissed at the welcomed sensation. Your hands wandered down to his belt, pulling the buckle free.

“Touch me,” he gasped. “Please touch me, ma’am. Please.”

Your eyes flashed up to watch his pretty face express the pleasure you supplied as you palmed his cock. Slowly, agonizingly, you undid the button and zipper on his slacks. Your fingers dipped beneath the waistband and shimmied it down his hips just enough for his cock to spring free from his underwear. You couldn’t help but grin. It seemed every single part of Austin was pretty.

“Can you behave for me, Aus? Are you gonna listen to me this time? Gonna tell me when you’re about to come?” you cooed, dragging your hand up and down his dick in long languid strokes.

“Yes, ma’am. Yes, I promise. Please. Just—please,” he choked his whimpers down as best he could but you could tell he was losing that battle. You made a mental note to draw those whimpers out of him later.

You hummed as you slid off his lap and sank to your knees, eyeing his throbbing erection, the precum already oozing from his tip. Without wasting any more time, you took hold of him by the base and licked a long stripe along the underside of his cock. He let out a breath, one that let you know how much he’d been trying to hold back earlier. You suppressed a grin and leaned forward to kiss the angry red tip, pressing a few little kitten licks to the top. He squirmed at the sensation.

“P-please,” he whined, “no, teasin’.”

You pulled away. “You want me to stop?”

“No! Please, ma’am, I--” he started, but you didn’t want to hear it.

“Then you’ll take what I give you, and beg for more.”

He whimpered, actually whimpered, “Yes, ma’am.” A flash of hot arousal whipped down your spine and straight to your throbbing pussy. Fuck, that was hot.

“Good,” you hummed, before turning your attention back to his cock.

When you took his tip into your mouth, a shudder shook his chest as he moaned. You pumped your hand along him a few times, reveling in the way you could see his strong arms tugging and squirming to break free from his restraints, the way his eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy.

You pulled away for just a moment to tell him, “Love the way those pretty blue eyes roll back when I’m sucking you off, baby.” Your voice dripped over him like honey, smooth and salacious—all he wanted in that moment was the feeling of your tongue swirling around his head.

You bobbed your head, taking his long cock back as far as you could, pumping the rest of him with your hand.

“Y-yes, ‘slike that,” he moaned. “Kee-keep, goin’ like that.” His eyes screwed shut and with a gasp and a grunt, he cried out, “Oh! I’m gonna come, baby!” The pleasure had been building all day and it had gotten so intense. You bobbed your head a few more times, pulling him closer and closer to the peak. “Oh! I’m—”

You pulled back, letting his hard wet cock spring back to his stomach in a pitiful display of arousal and no relief. Those beautiful ceruleans blinked open, and for a moment you thought you could see a line of tears in his waterline. His chest rose and fell quickly with heated breaths as he spoke, “Why’d you—” he stopped for a moment to think as you crawled back onto his lap and wiped your mouth, “b-but I’ve been good for you, haven’t I?”

You pressed a searing kiss to his open mouth to shut him up, allowing his cock to barely graze your cunt. His breath hitched at it, and you pulled his head back by his hair to let him get a look at you.

“Please,” he begged, “can I please come?”

“Patience, darling. You’re doing so well, but you’re not there yet,” you teased, dragging the back of your index finger down his cheek. You tugged on his hair again, easing another whine out of him. It sent a thrill straight to your core.

“Color?” Your voice softened as you asked the question. You might have been in the driver’s seat tonight, but he had control of the situation.

“Green, baby. So green.” His answer came immediately.

“Good,” you cooed with a smirk. You stood again, only this time, you beckoned him to follow you to the other couch.

“On your knees, Aus,” you commanded, and the tall blond obeyed. “So good for me, aren’t you?” You sank back to the love seat, spreading your legs again for him. “Make me come, Austin.”

His eyes went wide, and a small smile graced his lips.

“Yes, ma’am,” he affirmed before diving in like it was his last meal on earth, letting you swing your legs over his shoulders and crush his head between your thighs. The man was a master with his tongue. He crudely licked a long stripe along your pussy before lapping gently at your clit.

He ate you out like it was his job, plunging his tongue into you and stimulating your clit with practiced perfection. Up and down, up and down, sucking here, nudging there, swirling and finally adding in a little nip that drove you wild. A string of praise fell from your mouth without you even realizing. “So good t’me. Oh Aus, yes like that! Keep going for me, baby!”

His tongue plunged inside you, and you let out a gasp, gripping the back of the couch again. He could tell you were getting closer, closer, closer, and maintained his pace on your clit as you let out another cry, “Yes! ‘M close! I-I—”

The words wouldn’t come, but he knew exactly what you meant. He drank the words down and let out a grown at the sound of your voice, your cries. Ultimately, that tipped the scales and you came all over his face with a cry.

He didn’t stop though; his tongue continued its magic as he helped you ride your orgasm out until the wave of white passed over you and you had to push him away with your hand. He didn’t back away fully and instead pressed more wet, heated kisses to the inside of your thighs, stealing glances up at you as you caught your breath. Finally, your eyes locked and he stopped with a slow and intimate kiss on your leg.

He grinned at you in the dimmed light, his chin glistening. The man wore your arousal like a damn badge of honor. It was filthy, positively filthy.

“Did I do good, momma?” he rasped, voice deep and gravelly. You might have just climaxed, but the nickname suddenly ignited a new kind of feral desire for him, and you felt yourself getting hot and bothered all over again. You took a few steadying breaths before you spoke.

“You did very good, baby boy. Oh, fuck, you did so good for momma.” You lunged forward to capture his lips with yours, not caring in the slightest that you tasted yourself on his tongue. Your lips moved together in practiced perfection, sliding, sucking—you even nipped at his lower lip and pulled a sigh from him.

“Can you sit on the couch for me, darlin’?” you asked between kisses.

“Yes, ma’am.” With a little helpful balance from you, he returned to his seat and it was clear that his erection needed some attention, so you straddled his lap again with a little more room for you to jerk him off.

“Doin’ so good for me, Aus,” you purred in his ear as you took his cock in your hand. He hummed at the contact and moaned as your hand pumped him at a slow and agonizing pace.

“Please, baby, please,” he begged and let your name fall from his lips. “C’mon, baby, make me come!” Your hand stuttered on his cock and you pulled away, making him pant and whine some more for relief. “Baby, I’ve been good!” His voice was desperate, but verging a little too close to demanding for your liking. He didn’t get to demand things like that tonight.

“You’re not playing by my rules, Aus,” you chastised flatly as you leaned away to retrieve his tie from the other side of the couch. “You don’t wanna call me what I told you to call me? Fine.” You rolled up his tie in your hands and watched his eyes widen. “You don’t get to say anything else either. Open.”

Reluctantly, he obeyed and you pressed the tie into his mouth as a gag. “You need to earn back your words, so make all those pretty little noises for me, yeah? I want you a moaning, whimpering mess by the time we’re done here.”

You grabbed his cock by the base again, maybe a little more sudden than you’d intended because he jumped and let out a muffled yelp. “C’mon, Aus. You can do it for me, darlin’.” You pumped his long shaft quickly, soaking in every little gasp or groan he’d give you. His muffled little whimpers made your cunt clench in anticipation, and arousal slipped between your legs. “Just like that, baby boy. Just like that.”

It only took a few more motions of your hand for him to be right on the edge. Tears spilled over his pretty lashes as he moaned into the tie. “Gonna come for me?” you asked. He nodded feverishly, ready to end the cycle of punishments you had for him, but you smirked before pulling away, pleased with having edged him to tears.

You took the wet gag from his mouth, a string of spittle following it as you placed it on the floor. Before he had the capacity to speak, you swiftly halted any communication with a heated kiss to his open mouth again, adoring the drooling sobbing mess that he’d become in the past couple of minutes.

Your fingers softly traced the angry veins in his cock without enough pressure to provide any relief, but enough contact to tease him and make his hips buck forward.

“Oh please, ma’am! Please let me come!” he whined again, another set of tears falling onto his cheeks. “Momma, please.”

You met his tearful gaze with a small smile and tilting your head to the side. “Didn’t you disobey me, though? You’re a greedy little boy who doesn’t know how to follow rules, and that kind of behavior deserves punishment,” you sighed as you peppered his face with light kisses—small rewards for all the noises he’d made.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I-I’m—momma, I’m sorry.”

You pulled your lip between your teeth again, looking him over and taking in the whimpering man underneath you. “You’re being awful good for me, baby boy. Get me off one more time and then we’ll talk about you coming. Can you be good for momma and get her off one more time?”

He seemed to sigh a breath of relief at that. “Y-yes, ma’am. Please, I’ll be g-good—I’ll make you feel so good.” Oh, that sounded like music to your ears.

“I’m going to take these off of you now, okay?” you grabbed the key from your purse. He eagerly leaned forward to allow more access to his wrists.

“So, I can touch you now?” he rasped, his hot breath fanning over your chest and making your breath hitch. Your eyes rolled back, suddenly eager for his lips on your body.

A light chuckle escaped your chest as you leaned closer and spoke, “Yes, you can touch me, Aus.”

Austin’s eyes closed in a silent prayer of thanks as he feverishly planted kisses along your neckline with small whispered promises of ecstasy and faint love proclamations. It all made the process of unlocking his right hand from the handcuffs a little hard to focus on, but the quiet click of the lock releasing came nonetheless.

As soon as the strand came loose from its gears and freed his wrist, Austin wrenched his arms forward, greedy hands roaming up your waist as he pulled your body closer to him. You gasped and clutched at the back of the couch and his head for the balance that he’d robbed with his lurch forward. The handcuffs still dangled from his left wrist, clinking together as he groped your body.

“Want me to get—“ you started offering to unlock the other handcuff, but he cut you off with a growl and more desperate kisses making their way up your neck.

“Just wanna feel you.” His low husky voice reverberated at your throat and you hummed in appreciation, dropping the key to the floor.

“You wanna feel me, baby?” You asked as his right hand took a fistful of your ass and his left slid up the side of your neck. You shivered at the cold metal of the handcuffs brushing up along your heated skin.

“Yes, ma’am I do,” he whispered.

“Go ahead, darlin’. Make me feel good like you always do.” And with that, he slipped the thin golden straps from your shoulders and pulled your dress down to reveal your breasts, nipples erect and ready to be worshiped by Austin. His left hand slipped down to massage one while he licked a stripe down to your nipple on the other side.

Oh, god. Your eyes closed on their own accord, focusing purely on the pleasure he supplied. His fingers moved from your ass to between your legs, dipping his middle and ring finger into your dripping pussy.

“Aus.” His name came out in a breathy mewl as he began a rhythmic circle on your sensitive clit with his thumb. Your breath hitched again when he curled his fingers and hit the spot just right that you couldn’t suppress a pornographic moan. “Oh, yes! Just like that!”

An orgasm lay right around the corner, and you were practically shaking as he continued. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m sorry for disobeying you before.” The words fell from his lips in a slur, his voice rough and wet from neediness. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, squelching, moans, and heavy breathing filling the air around the both of you.

“Right there! Right—ah!” you exclaimed as the ecstasy blinded you. He muttered more incoherent apologies into your chest between your breasts as he palmed your skin and breathed in your scent. You rode his fingers as the world slowly lost its rosy hue, your fingers tangling themselves into the golden tresses at the nape of his neck.

“Yes, oh yes,” you panted, holding his head close to you. Austin hid his face into your neck, nibbling gently on the exposed flesh near your collarbone and pulse point.

“Such a good boy for me, Aus,” you praised, catching your breath and steadying yourself before pulling his head back by his hair. The lighting allowed you to see his wet cheeks and swollen lips. His pretty blonde lashes seemed to sparkle. He really was an incredibly beautiful man. Sometimes, it was hard to believe he was yours.

You brushed a stray tear from his cheek. “Good boys get their rewards. You ready to come? Want to come inside me?” God, it was dirty.

“Yes, please. Please let me fuck you,” he choked out. Music to your fucking ears. You loved it when he talked like that.

“Give it to me, Austin.” Despite being messy and overstimulated, you’d be damned if you didn’t get to come on his cock tonight.

You leaned up on your knees and gently guided his cock to your dripping cunt, hissing when the tip of his head brushed against your clit. Fuck, you were sensitive. You didn't care though; you sank down onto him quickly and he hissed a curse. You gripped his shoulders as you gasped, nails biting into his skin.

“Fuck, you feel divine,” he moaned. He clutched you closer. You didn’t respond as you began grinding a slow pace up and down.

“Whose cock is this?” You asked between pants. Austin’s face creased in pleasure and he gasped when you clenched down on him.

“Yours, baby, it’s yours. I’m yours.” He spoke with awe and passion, and when his eyes opened again to meet yours he looked at you like you were the world. You crashed your lips to his desperately. “Take me,” he gasped between kisses, “use me,” his hand slipped to your neck to pull you impossibly closer, “love me,” another kiss before he pulled away to growl, “own me.”

“‘S’right, Aus. You’re mine,” you breathed out. When you dropped down again, he hit that wonderful little sweet spot inside you, pushing you to the edge. Oh god! You picked up the pace a little, eager to chase the nearing euphoria.

Grinding, heaving, moaning, you tapped your fingers to his lips. “Open your mouth, babe.” He did, and you did something you never thought you’d ever do: you gathered all the saliva in your mouth and spat it into his. He was yours, yours, yours. Without missing a beat, a smile played on his lips. He never broke eye contact as he did something he didn’t think he’d do.

He swallowed it.

It was like a bolt of lightning. You were so close, so close, you wanted to sprint to the finish line. And from the looks of it, he was too, growling clutching your closer as you rode him at a now impossible pace. “You wanna come, Aus?”

“Please, momma! Please!” He moaned, his glassy eyes screwing shut as his sensitive head hit your cervix. You tightened your grip on his strong shoulders at the feeling.

“Come for me, Austin. Come inside me. Come for momma.”

One, two, three thrusts and you were both seeing stars. A string of curse words fell from his lips as he pumped his hot come into your cunt. Your nails bit into his shoulders, no doubt leaving crescent shaped indents in his skin. You trembled in his arms, over sensitive and catching your breath, and he was transported to another dimension—his long awaited orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks and the aftershocks pulled him closer to your skin as you both came down, clutching each other.

You held his head to your chest, stroking his hair and whispering sweet nothings and praises as he rode out his orgasm, thrusting deeper into you. “That’s it, baby, let go. Did so so good. Love you so much, darlin’. So much.” His eyelashes fluttered against your neck and his breath and hips gradually slowed. He slowly kissed your collarbone before raising his head to look over your equally flushed face.

“Shit,” he puffed, that post-orgasm glow highlighting his lopsided smile, “that was…” He couldn’t find the words. Seems you’d fucked him stupid.

“Earth-shattering?” You finished for him with a smile. He chuckled.

“Yes, ma’am. Earth-shattering.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that.

You bit your lip and turned your gaze downward as you spoke. “So I—it wasn’t… too much?” Daring a glance up, you met his pretty blues again, slowly returning to their normal sea shade. You’d never really had the chance to let your dominant side out in the past, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d taken things too far with him.

“Too much?” Austin repeated with a laugh. “Baby, listen to me carefully when I say this: you could have stepped on me and I’d have thanked you.” He grinned at the melodic laugh you let out at that.

“You like it when momma’s in charge?”

Austin grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

For a moment it was just you and Austin. You in his lap, his delicious cock still inside you, stroking his face, his fingers running up and down your arm. This game had finally come to a close and you both dropped the personas you’d adapted for the fun and it really was just two people hopelessly obsessed with each other again. But one thing was sure: this had opened the door to an entirely new set of sexual experiences that you could have in the future.

After all, you still had those handcuffs that would need to be broken out every now and then, and you couldn’t help but wonder what they might feel like on your skin one day too.

***

And that’s the story of how Austin found out he enjoyed being a sub. The End.

#this is pure filth #he’s a switch who got in touch with his subby side #i love subby men #austin butler #austin butler elvis #elvis 2022 #elvis #elvis movie #elvis presley #austin elvis imagine #baz luhrmann elvis #elvis film #austin butler x reader #austin smut #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler smut #x reader #fanfic #fanfic smut #austin butler x you #sub!austin #austin butler imagine #now that no one is reading the tags anymore I wanna confess that this was far more impactful on me than I thought it’d be #and now I have a thing for men becoming whimpering messes #I’ve been agonizing over it for too long and finally said fuck it and posted it lol #and if you’re reading this take a sec to let me know how I can improve because I’m not 100% happy with this piece and want to get better #I’m rambling in the tags to procrastinate posting now aren’t I

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syntheticfoxfire · 1 year

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ niragi + fireworks [post-borderland] yes i'm late

The night is getting loud. As the world approaches the end of yet another year, people on the streets are getting wilder and louder, and even if there's still plenty of time until midnight, some of them are already shooting off fireworks. The pretty lights sparkle in the night sky, lighting up the night.

Niragi's never been one to appreciate things just because they’re beautiful. Yet for some reason, each New Year’s Eve he stands on the balcony of your apartment and watches the sky erupt in colors. He seems to be looking past them, though, lost in thought.

He’s never told you about the scars on his body, how exactly he got so badly burned, and you don’t push. You have your theories, of course. After years of knowing him, at times almost analyzing his behavior, you’re pretty sure you know - and you suppose he’s aware of it too.

You were fortunate enough to avoid the whole catastrophe that happened in Tokyo, but you were fascinated and read about every article and interview with the victims out there. Most of them, if not all, mentioned seeing fireworks. In hindsight, of course, it is apparent that that’s not what the lights were, but it explains a lot. It explains the lost, almost longing, look on your boyfriend’s face as he stares at the night sky.

You open the doors to the balcony and shiver in the chilly night air. You’re sure he’s heard you come out, but you still move cautiously to avoid startling him as you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his left shoulder. After all this time, he still prefers you don’t look at the burned half of his face. He makes an annoyed noise when you resist his attempts to pull you to his side instead.

“Just a moment, I promise,” you whisper. You can feel him rolling his eyes. His body tenses and relaxes under your touch, as if it can’t decide whether to enjoy it or shrug you off. You hope one day he’ll learn to accept it. It’s not your fault his back is so comfortable and it feels so good to hold him.

Eventually though you relent and let him guide you to stand in front of him. He seems much more comfortable having you trapped between his body and the railing. You can’t really see him now, which you suppose is another bonus for him.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like the fireworks so much and say it’s cute,” you hum as you carefully cover one of his hands with yours. He scoffs, stepping closer until your back is pressed against his chest and the railing digs into your stomach.

“Good thing you’re smart,” he bites back.

Another firework blows up in the sky, huge and majestic. It colors the world in hues of red for a few seconds, as if it was splattered in blood. You want to see Niragi, but he’s made it clear he doesn’t want to be seen. You’re grateful he’s accepted your presence at least.

“Are you thinking about it?” whatever it is, you ask quietly, softly rubbing your thumb across the back of his hand. He stays quiet for a few seconds.

“Doesn’t matter,” he responds reluctantly, and you don’t push. There’s tension in his voice and body that wasn’t there before and you feel vaguely sorry that you’ve asked. It’s not like you need to know every little thing about him, but you can’t help being curious - especially since this is kind of a big deal.

“Alright, but I’m here if you ever need to talk. I can just sit and listen,” you reassure him, again. Sometimes you’re tempted to try and count all the things you’re dying to hear about.

“You don’t need to hear about my fuck ups,” he sneers. In response you hum and tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder. He allows it.

“I don’t but I want to. I’m already yours, Niragi. I’m not going anywhere no matter what you tell me,” you try to look at him, but he gently takes your jaw between his fingers and tilts your head back down to look straight in front of you.

“Just watch the fireworks,” he doesn’t sound upset, which is rare and surprising and works well in making you listen to him.

He doesn’t speak afterwards, but one of his arms snakes around your waist and pulls you closer to him. He holds you tightly, possessively, and you wonder whether maybe you should’ve worded your response differently.

That’s one more question to ponder in the new year.

#alice in borderland #niragi suguru #niragi x reader #alice in boderland x reader #aib x reader #aib imagines #aib scenarios #imawa no kuni no arisu #niragi fluff #drabble #fluff

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elfguys · 5 days

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okkk posting a draft of cherry and fandaniel thing. its not nsfw but like. leading to it. its a scene before sex probably. ive posted a few things from it already.

He prodded at the roasted beef on the plate with his fork, the flesh was overly tender, falling apart at the softest press of his fork. There was an unfamiliar hunger growing in the pit of his stomach that felt misplaced. Things once dead shouldn’t be so tempting.

“I spent the day preparing it for us,” Fandaniel gave him a knowing look across the table, as if tempting him with his eyes. “Please, don’t hurt my feelings by not giving it a honest try. You might come to like it, my dear.”

Cherry gave him a glare for a moment, before straightening his back, he wasn’t here to pick a fight when there was information he could gain, and so much to lose if he didn’t play politics with this ascian. Clearing his throat, “I don’t eat meat is all, sorry to offend.” He twirled the goblet of wine the host across from him had poured for him, fainting interest in the alcohol. “Is this imported?” There was a role to be played before he could pry on intent.

There was a small bit of sourness on the hosts face as he leaned into the velvet backing of the chair, a theatrical sigh left his mouth, all the time with the dramatics. He was the worst ascian Cherry had the displeasure of talking to, nothing seemed genuine, it was hard to tell where he began and where he ended with his acting. “I am a terrible host for not asking a preference for dinner, but it was so hard to get you alone, completely alone.” His voice lowered to a sonorous tone. “Grateful though, the savior of humanity, the hero of this tale, could indulge me with a night. I will hold this memory dearly.”

“Mhm,” Cherry mumbled during a cursory sip after inspecting the wine for any poisons or other methods of foul play. “Why did you invite this get together, again?”

That seemed to spark his interest as he leaned forward and rested his arms on the wood table. “We both want something with this arrangement, Warrior of Light. You want, no, need to know more about me, isn’t that correct? To get an idea of how to stop me?” He smiled like a fox with a rabbit in his teeth. “You were special to a man I share the memories of. Disgustingly special. You don’t remember him, but I remember you, of all your qualities and accomplishments.” Something was mixed in his words there, something bitter, despite the praise. His eyes briefly flickered downwards. “Surely, you want to know more, your mind is magnificently curious, it is simple to see.”

For what little he knew of Fandaniel, this was off kilter for his tightly knitted mask of personality, causing Cherry to stare at him temporarily, scrutinizing every detail. “You seem genuine.” “Oh, you hurt my heart with your words! I have only been genuine.” “Liar.”

There was a pause in Fandaniel’s wit as he let out a cold chuckle, “I am reaching my hand out, Warrior of Light, can’t you see it in your heart to catch me and embrace me?”

That feeling in the pit of his stomach again stirred, Cherry reached for his glass of wine to find it empty, must’ve finished it without thinking. The gnawing sensation that he was going to do something uncharacteristic of a heroic man, to behave on self interest, something he had tried to work out of him over the years.

“At least tell more information than that, I’m not rejecting anything. It’s unfair for you to say such things without explaining.” Not that you have ever explained yourself in a manner that is rational. Cherry reached for the wine bottle in the center, only to be met with Fandaniel’s hand meeting his own.

“No need to drink so hurriedly.” His hand was soft against Cherry’s scarred and battle worn hands, his voice was more off putting to him than usual, it was all too soft. “I want you to remember as well, all the details.” Fingers interlocking each other. “His name was Hermes. You would have liked him, I believe. But he was a dour man, despite living in paradise, but he had you, well, a unsundered you, at his side to ease his disposition.”

He was too fascinated at his tale to take care of their hands interlocking, or that his heart seemed to pick up speed, to pick at his hosts brain was of the most importance. I have heard from other ascians’ something of my soul being familiar. Confirms my suspicions. “Why would you hate living in something you’ve described as a paradise?” “To everyone else, but everyone is blind to truth, suffering, that the only way to remove pain is to remove it at the start.” Fascinating.

“I’ve come to my conclusion.” He chimed in, reassuring his self appointed truth, in that there was no changing.

“I didn’t think I had any foothold to change your mind on the matter so easily.” And Cherry was not a fool to mistake a crack in the door as an opening. “And that, my darling, is why I’ve always liked you so much.” Fandaniel cooed, rubbing his thumb against the back of Cherry’s hand, paying attention to running over healed scars.

“I think I’ve given you a good taste, something to ease some of your endless hunger of knowledge.” Fandaniel lifted Cherry’s hand to hover over his lips with an impish expression. “While I don’t feel a connection to that man, I do feel something special with you, and I know you feel a draw between us. If there was someone I would want to experience pleasure with before ending the world, it would be you.”

A hero shouldn’t act in such a manner, so many of those look at me for guidance in this world, but I never agreed to be looked towards for morals or to be an idealistic person to be. Yet, the hunger he spoke of was identical.

“Don’t muddy my feelings with talking about the world ending.” “My apologies, my prince. I wanted to make my vision clear, a night of pleasure for us both, and then we continue on our paths.”

Fandaniel kissed the knuckle of Cherry’s hand, gesturing for forgiveness. He needed to decide, quickly, either to run away with the information he has gained or to confront his own feelings of neediness. Just a taste. “Then, it’s agreed upon.” Impassively speaking, as if it was business as usual.

#im not the best writer sorry……! i tried.#writing

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thiccpettybitch · 9 months

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🕸 Bitter Sweet - Ch. 8 Miguel O’hara x F!Reader 🕸

I already had the idea of a Miguel POV, but an anon ask made me pull through! Please enjoy: a day in the life of Miguel O'Hara – Spiderman.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Jerkin’ yer gerkin’, Minors DNI!

Ah~ New York at night!

The dark night sky illuminated the city lights, with cars honking as people enjoyed their Friday evening - some heading out for a night on the town, while others were making their way home. Pizza joints lined every other street, and food trucks tempted passersby with fresh falafel and tacos.

Miguel crouched on a rooftop, the aroma of a fresh pizza slice with a side of icy Pepsi making his stomach growl. But alas, he was on the clock, well... kind of.

He leaped off the roof, catching a glimpse of a man running on the pavement, crashing into a woman carrying her groceries, and sending her to the ground, cursing. Landing in front of the man, Miguel made him dig his heels into the ground, but it didn't help much, as the man slammed straight into him and fell on his ass.

"Sp-Spiderman?! Look, man, it's not what it looks like!" he stammered, trying to explain.

"That was rude of you. Why don’t you get up and help that lady back on her feet?" Miguel remarked sternly. The man appeared confused and scared, and Miguel almost felt a twinge of sympathy, almost.

Turning around, he glanced at the woman and her scattered groceries on the pavement, then back at Miguel. The man managed a sheepish smile, slowly getting up and walking over to the woman, his hands trembling slightly.

"I’m sorry, ma’am, m-my bad!" The man apologized, extending his hand. The woman scowled at him, about to smack his hand away, when she saw Spiderman approaching them from behind the man.

"Get your stu- Spiderman!" she exclaimed, swiftly snatching the man's hand and pulling herself up, causing him to stumble and fall forward on his face.

"Oh my god! My son is such a big fan! Do you mind if I get a selfie?" she excitedly asked.

"Of course, ma’am," Miguel answered, wrapping his arm around her and leaning in close to pose for the selfie. "What’s your son's name?"

"Marcus," the woman answered, passing him the phone.

Miguel held the phone up above them, clicking record as he filmed the two of them. He pulled the woman close, causing her to let out a small giggle.

"Hey Marcus! I’m here with your lovely mom; she’s out here helping me fight crime! She’s a real angel, and you're lucky to have such a tough mom! Make sure you tell her how much you love her this week!" he said warmly into the camera.

"And help take out the trash!" she quipped in, smiling up at him.

Miguel chuckled and turned to the camera again, "And the trash, of course! Very important! Stay safe out there!"

Miguel handed her the phone back, making some jokes and small talk while the guy was on the ground, collecting her groceries back into her bags. Once he was finished and once again apologized, she just gave him a dirty look but accepted the apology. Miguel grabbed him by the collar, tossed him up in the air, and webbed him up onto a lamp post, asking the woman to dial 911 as he was a known bag snatcher.

The woman looked on in shock, nodding her head before saying goodbye and thanks as Miguel webbed onto a building and swung away, off to the next one.

On another rooftop, he had a view down at the city below. A group of girls was piling around a food truck, giggling and cheering as they all received some much-needed gyros with extra garlic sauce, judging by the smell of it. Miguel's stomach growled again, and he forced himself to look away, observing a woman pulling a small child along. The girl seemed too excited by a woman with a dog walking past them to keep up with her mom.

Miguel webbed onto another building, swiftly swinging a few blocks, his eyes scanning around for anything out of order. He stopped on another rooftop, an apartment building with air conditioners on every window. Using his hand, he landed near a window, placing a hand on one of the air conditioners to peek down at the local corner shop.

Inside the kitchen of the apartment next to him sat a small girl eating her dinner. She grimaced down at a piece of broccoli, moving it aside with her fork, while her mother stood by the sink doing the dishes. The girl glanced up and did a double-take, her eyes widening with excitement. She pointed at him and was about to turn to her mother when Miguel brought a finger up to his masked face, motioning for her to keep quiet.

She nodded enthusiastically, smiling wide with one of her front teeth missing. Miguel gave her a small wave, pointing at her broccoli and rubbing his stomach. She frowned a bit shaking her head, that was until he brought up his arms, flexing them to show off his muscles, and then pointed at the broccoli again. The girl lit up, nodding and swooping the broccoli up, eating it whole. The little girl flexed her own arm and grinned up at him.

Miguel smiled, waving to her before leaping off the building, webbing onto another one and slowly lowering himself to the ground. Quietly, he opened the door, his hand clutching around the bell that would announce someone entering the building. He maneuvered inside, watching as the cashier held his hands up, a gun pointed at his chest.

"Put the damn money in the damn bag!" the masked man yelled, using his gun to urge the cashier to hurry up.

"Okay, okay! Please don’t-" the cashier stammered, but suddenly froze, staring past the robber, which caused him to flare his gun around again.

"Hey, what did I tell you?! What are you staring at..."

As the robber turned around, his eyes started from Miguel's feet and slowly made their way up to his masked head, watching as he towered over him. Miguel snatched the gun from the man's hand, throwing it behind him, and then grabbed the man by his collar, pulling him close to his face.

"Boo," Miguel said, with a mischievous grin.

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The cashier waved as Miguel swung past him, off to another rooftop. The robber was webbed onto the store's wall, and sirens in the distance were closing in.

Perched on a tall building, Miguel pulled out his phone and began scrolling, thankful that the touch screen still responded to his touch with the suit on. Sighing quietly, he scrolled through some of his messages – a few selfies from Reilly showing off his gym time, six from Peter B with a request to go out for pizza (more like, "Can we go out to eat, and you pay?"), but he didn't mind.

When there wasn't any commotion or signs of trouble, he continued scrolling, choosing to browse through some social media. Swiping a few times, he chuckled to himself when he saw a Duolingo meme, shaking his head. Maybe he'd show you that tomorrow.

Switching over to his contacts, he swiped through them, stopping when he reached the letter that your name began with. A small frown formed on his face. He turned off his phone and clipped it back under his suit – an uncomfortable but necessary location.

He could have just sent that to you if he had your number.

"Ey! Give me your phone so I can send you a meme," he practiced to himself.

Nope.

"Give me your number so I can send you homework if you’re sick," he contemplated. But you came to class on time and weren't sick often, so it's not like he'd need to check in on you.

No, that's too out of nowhere.

Miguel shook his head, glancing around the city below him. The eyes on his mask narrowed as his eyebrows furrowed.

"May I... have your number?" he practiced, the words slipping out tentatively.

Sliding off the ledge, Miguel began pacing back and forth, speaking to himself, his arms motioning as he spoke.

‘’May i-‘’

Too formal

"May... Can I have your number? Do you want to give me your number?" Miguel muttered, feeling the words coming out awkwardly and forced.

Why did it sound so strange when he said it outloud?

Swinging around and using both hands, he pointed in front of him, trying to inject some confidence into his demeanor. "I'M SPIDERMAN, GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER!"

But it didn't work. He hung his head, dropping his arms to his sides in defeat.

Sigh... why is it so difficult?

Miguel's head whipped around as he heard shouting, jumping up on the ledge and perching, he looked around, trying to focus on the sound. A few buildings away, he honed in on a small takeout place. Miguel could make out a man hunched over a counter with a bloodied brow and a gun pressed against his temple.

Leaping off the building, he webbed his way to the building opposite the shop, scanning the scene. Three men held the man at gunpoint, money already in hand, and they continued shouting at him. Miguel quickly webbed onto a nearby building, swinging and gaining momentum. He took a quick turn, flipping in the air, and shot forward, sliding through the open door at the front, making everyone inside jump.

"Bro, I told you we should have just left!" one of the masked men said, throwing his hands up in the air and stepping back.

"Don’t fucking move, man, we got this!" said another man, the one holding a gun to the owner's head.

The third one just stood there; silently watching everything play out.

"Let’s all relax, no need for anyone to get hurt," Miguel said, raising his arms slightly and motioning for them to calm down.

"Man, don’t fucking move, or I’m popping the old man," the one with the gun warned, pressing it against the owner's temple, causing him to beg for his life in Spanish.

"No need for that. Tell you what? You let the man go, and I’ll let you walk out of here, no problem," Miguel assured, holding his hand up higher.

"Nah, you’ll just follow us. You gotta, like, cuff yourself to the store or something!" the nervous one said, pacing back and forth between the two other masked men.

"Cuff? Bro, he’s Spiderman! He don't got no fucking cuffs!" the one with the gun said, looking over at the nervous one.

"What? You never seen Batman do that? He's got, like, a belt with all doo dats!" the nervous one retorted.

"Bro, first off; it’s not 'doo dats,' it’s his Bat-Arsenal! You know, like gadgets and equipment, and shit! Second, SHUT THE FUCK UP, RICHIE! YOU IDIOT!"

The nervous guy gasped, mouth agape, throwing his hands up in the air and hanging his head back. He walked around the room, looking around in disbelief.

"BRUH! You just used my name in front of Batman!!!" he exclaimed.

"HE'S SPIDERMAN!" the man with the gun yelled back.

The man with the gun spun around, yelling at the nervous guy, who yelled back, both of them about to throw hands. The silent one just looked up at Miguel and shrugged.

Miguel webbed onto the gun, pulling it towards him and catching it. All three of the masked men stopped, slowly turning their heads to Miguel, silently staring at him. He tossed the gun to the owner, who caught it and froze. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.

"Heh... uhm, so-" Miguel began, trying to break the awkward silence.

They all charged towards the owner, and Miguel sprung into action, getting to him first and lifting him over the counter to safety. He urged him to call the police before turning to the three masked men. Miguel skillfully dodged two hits from the angry one and the nervous one, retaliating by smacking the angry one in the face and kicking the nervous one into the silent one.

The angry one managed to land a punch, but he was swiftly kicked in the face as Miguel executed a backflip in the air. The nervous one stopped mid-charge, letting out a yelp as he watched Miguel's smooth movements. Miguel capitalized on the opportunity and smacked him in the face, knocking him out. Meanwhile, the silent one charged at Miguel, attempting a punch, but his fist was caught mid-strike. Miguel pulled him in, delivering a powerful smack that sent his face into the counter.

All three of them lay on the floor, groaning in pain. Miguel webbed them together, leaving them incapacitated on the floor.

"¡Muchas gracias, Spiderman! You really saved my ass!" The owner awkwardly stepped over the group, grabbing the sack of money from the floor.

"No problem, sir. Happy to help! Are you sure you're okay? You're bleeding," Miguel said, concern in his voice.

"Huh?" The man reached up and touched the cut, hissing and mumbling in Spanish as he brought his hand down and looked at the blood on his fingers. "Ay... mi mujer me va a matar."

Miguel chuckled and shook his head, "I think she'll just be happy to have you come home."

They both froze, Miguel going rigid with an 'oh shit!' look on his face under the mask.

"¿Eres hispano? ¿Spiderman es hispano?" the man asked excitedly as he made his way over to him.

"I- no… uh- no, I just-"

"No te preocupes, tu secreto está a salvo conmigo, Spiderman."

The man said, clasping his shoulder with a warm smile on his face. Miguel was about to say something when his stomach spoke for him, a loud growl echoing in the quiet room.

After a few minutes, the owner handed him a to-go bag full of some empanadas, the same big smile on his face. Miguel thanked the man and watched speechless as the owner walked over to the three men on the floor, crouching down and feeding them all their own empanadas, scolding them like a father would his naughty children.

"We're sorry…" they all said quietly and shamefully in unison.

"And you!" the man said, pointing up at Miguel, "No more fighting crime on an empty stomach, eh?"

Miguel awkwardly laughed, nodding his head.

"You come back here again, ¿entiendes? Maybe during opening hours though, bring your Pareja, I'll give you a discount!"

Hearing sirens closing in, Miguel saluted the owner, dashing through the door and webbing onto a building, shooting off. The owner chased him out the door, waving him off and yelling after him.

"¡Gracias! Spiderman!"

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Miguel sat perched on a tall skyscraper, his mask pulled up to his nose as he ate and watched another episode of 'La Reina del Sur.' Reaching into the brown to go bag next to him, he snatched another empanada and eagerly took a big bite, catching some of the juices threatening to spill from the corner of his mouth and licking them up vigorously.

God damn, these are good!

Sirens blared, and Miguel cursed, quickly pausing the video and sliding it under his suit. He awkwardly readjusted it before glancing at the bag with a sad whimper at the last few empanadas left. Then, he leaped off the building, free-falling towards the ground.

Miguel webbed onto a building, swinging through Times Square and landing in the middle of the street just in time to scoop up a woman and leap out of the way of a car speeding through. The woman praised him nonstop, clinging onto him, and he awkwardly had to pry her off. He reassured her that everything was okay as he raced after the car being pursued by several cop cars.

Miguel swiftly webbed onto one of the cop cars as it went by, landing on its roof before using its speed to transition to another one and then another. He peeked down through the passenger window, startling the ride-along, who let out a scream. The captain, who was driving, growled at him, yelling for him not to get involved. However, his tone changed when shots began flying past them.

Both of them stared ahead in shock before Captain Stacy let out a sigh and yelled out, "You mind?" He motioned towards the car, and Miguel nodded, quickly climbing back up onto the car's roof. He smacked his hand against it repeatedly, calling out for them to speed up.

Captain Stacy certainly did. He pushed down on the gas pedal enough that Miguel had to grab onto the roof for stability until they got closer to the car. With a swift motion, Miguel webbed onto a nearby lamppost, letting out a loud "WOOOO!" as he got launched forward and gracefully landed on top of the speeding car.

The man who was halfway out the window aimed his gun at him, but Miguel was too agile and quick to react. With a skillful kick, he knocked the gun out of the man's hand, allowing it to clatter onto the ground, hoping that the approaching police officers would take care of it.

In one fluid motion, he reached in, grabbed the perpetrator by his collar, and effortlessly pulled him out of the car, tossing him to the side. Miguel shot out a web to ensure the man landed safely, and as he glanced up, he witnessed the fugitive being swiftly surrounded and apprehended by the waiting officers.

Miguel gracefully swung himself inside the car through the open window, catching everyone inside off guard. He nodded to the driver through the rearview mirror, flashing a cocky smile behind the mask.

"What the fu-"

"What's up, guys?" The man next to him stared in shock, his head turning between Miguel and the driver, holding a gun in his hand, speechless.

"Yo, you mind if I just-" Miguel swiftly snatched the gun from the man's hand and tossed it into the back, "Yeah, thanks, man! I appreciate it!"

Miguel swiftly incapacitated the guy in the back with one powerful punch, but his triumph was short-lived as the driver suddenly brandished a gun, aiming it at him and pulling the trigger. Thanks to his heightened reflexes, Miguel managed to dodge the bullet just in time, but the deafening gunshot left his ears ringing, reminding him of the danger he was in.

Okay, playtime’s over.

He grabbed the driver's arm and forced it backward, the sickening sound of a bone snapping filling the air as the man screamed in pain. The sudden jolt caused the driver to slam on the brakes, sending both him and Miguel hurtling forward. Miguel crashed through the front windshield, rolling a few feet away from the car, while the driver ended up halfway on the car's hood.

Groaning, Miguel pushed himself up, his hand instinctively going to his side, where he winced in pain.

Wear your seatbelt kiddos.

As he managed to get back on his feet, though still feeling a bit wobbly, Miguel looked up and saw the man sprawled across the car's hood, bloodied and barely conscious. He took a painful step forward, but then another gun was aimed at him, this time by Captain Stacy, who had arrived not far behind.

"Hands up!" the Captain demanded.

Miguel rolled his eyes, shaking his head in both annoyance and disbelief. "Really, Captain? Right now? I just got launched through a window, and that guy—"

"I said hands UP!" Captain Stacy interrupted firmly.

"Captain, this guy needs help!" the ride-along called out from behind them, checking the man's pulse.

Captain Stacy hesitated for a moment, glancing between Miguel and the injured man. Seizing the opportunity, Miguel swiftly webbed onto a nearby building and swung away, making a quick but painful escape. He could hear the Captain swearing after him, but he ignored it, focused on finding a discreet way to get back home without drawing any more attention.

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He had made it home, carefully pulling his suit off and dropping it on the floor next to his bed. Next, he made his way into the bathroom, wearing only his boxers, and placed a newspaper on the floor before sitting down on the toilet. He grabbed his first aid kit, ignoring the stacks of newspapers in the corner that he used when he shaved his ball-

Not important.

He instead focused on the pieces of glass wedged into his side and forearms, grateful he managed to shield his face from the glass before crashing through it. Using a pair of tweezers, he began picking out the shards of glass and some dirt, hissing as he managed to extract a deep piece, causing his blood to drip down his muscular ribs.

He continued the process, doing the same on his forearm, inspecting himself in the bathroom mirror until he was sure there weren't any shards left. He then jumped into the shower, resting one arm against the shower wall, enjoying the feeling of the water washing over him.

The stinging on his arm and rib had stopped, indicating that he had indeed removed all the glass, and his wounds had started healing on their own. One of the best perks of being Spiderman was his accelerated healing, minimizing the downtime due to injuries.

Rolling his head from side to side, Miguel savored the soothing sensation of warm water cascading down his body, washing away the day's aches and soreness. The comforting flow of the showerhead caressed his chest and streamed down his torso, adding to the relaxing ambiance. As he closed his eyes, a vivid image of you appeared in his mind's eye. You standing there with him, your hair wet and flowing down your shoulders, gazing up at him with rosy cheeks and an enticingly bitten bottom lip.

His eyes shot open, and he was met with an unexpected spray straight to the face, causing him to curse as he frantically rubbed at his eyes, feeling utterly exhausted. Looking down, he allowed the water to cascade down his back, and he directed his gaze towards his hardening dick. A tired expression crossed his face as he contemplated whether the effort was worth it or not. In the end, his dick seemed to make the decision for him, providing a clear answer.

Ooh, yes~

Clasping down around his shaft, he began pumping himself until he was fully hard. He leaned forward, head against the wall, as he continued stroking his cock, eyes closed. He licked his bottom lip as he picked up his phase, imagining you on your knees there, ready to help him out.

He cursed, his eyes screwed shut, as he wrapped his hand around the tip, purposefully tightening his grip as his fingers grazed the underside of his tip, imagining that instead of his fingers, it was your tongue. Miguel's head fell back as he continued stroking himself faster, enjoying the image of you pressed up against the shower wall, ass facing him as he clung on to your hips, fucking you hard and raw as you moaned his name.

His hips involuntary thrust up into his hand, imagining himself smacking your ass as he got close, imagined what you would feel like when you tightened around him, glancing back at him and begging him to cum inside you. His thighs twitched and spasmed as he came into his own hand and the shower wall in front of him, panting loudly he took a moment before he moved, gaining control of his wobbly legs again.

Glancing up at the shower wall, he let out a tired groan, reaching for the shower head to wash away the day's grime. Grabbing the soap, he decided to give himself one final refreshing cleanse, hoping to wash away all the stress and exhaustion.

Miguel flopped down on his bed, emitting a slight groan as he pushed his suit under the bed with one hand while dropping the brown empanada bag on top of it. He chose not to feel ashamed about the fact that he stopped to pick it back up, rationalizing it by not wanting to litter. But, in truth, his fridge was bare, not having enough time on his hands to cook, and being too tired and too exhausted to get something on his way home.

Finishing the last empanada and the episode of La Reina del Sur he was on, Miguel put his phone on charge and fell back against the bed, one arm draped over his face as he enjoyed the soft firmness of his bed. Moving his elbow out of the way, he glanced at his alarm clock and let out a loud groan.

It was 4 am.

He knew he would get, at best, three hours of good sleep. The thought of getting up and getting ready for school made his stomach turn, and he let out another loud groan as if someone would hear it and let him off the hook. After all, he was intelligent enough to get into pretty much any university he wanted to. Besides, he had his eyes on an Alchemax scholarship; that was the only reason he even bothered with school.

Rolling over, his face pressed into the pillow, he let out one final groan before his eyelids felt too heavy for him to keep his eyes open.

Oh well, at least he’d get to see you tomorrow.

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Translations:

¡Muchas gracias! - Thank you very much!

mi mujer me va a matar - my wife is going to kill me

¿Eres hispano? - Are you Hispanic?

¿Spiderman es hispano? - Is Spiderman Hispanic?

No te preocupes - Don't worry

tu secreto está a salvo conmigo - your secret is safe with me

¿entiendes? - do you understand?

Pareja - partner or significant other

Gracias - Thank you

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #spider man 2099 #spider verse #spiderman across the spider verse #atsv miguel #miguel x y/n #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spider man 2099 x reader #miguel ohara smut #18+ content #minors dni

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easy-there-leftovers · 7 months

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Lemme just say how much I love ISY,D??? like the whole story has been so good! I come check your page at least once a day to see if there's any updates lol

Very kind of you to think so, Anon!! I have a few tricks up my sleeve for the next part, so please look forward to it!! A possibly unexpected character might make a special appearance--

But let's see if I can pull this off first!!

For now, have a little teaser(?) Like I did in the past few posts,

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You’re here. Face in the grasp of a character you’ve longed to romance with what little time you’ve had away from your scholarly pursuits. Yet meeting him in strange, yet not all too unfamiliar, territory stirs uncertainty within you. Because while he doesn't have a knife at your throat like he did when your character first met him, it certainly does evoke the same sentiment.

In spite of this, his other hand remains steady, grasping a bottle of whatever your guests had left to offer.

‘To, “make me his”, is that right?’ Something he had promised the night you first met him. While the idea is tempting, that statement alone can have various interpetations. And you didn’t want to hedge your bets on the one that made your heart race for all the wrong reasons.

Thankfully, he releases his hold on your visage. Only the gods know how much his touch alone can influence you, and you struggle to keep upright.

Which would be embarassing if you didn't, given the current setting.

“I’m– very,-- truly, sorry, but don’t you think you have the wrong person? I mean,” You gesture to yourself with both hands, a cut visible from the labor in the few hours prior to the large festivities going on.

“Um…I'm certain you've noticed however, I’m not exactly in a position to make any erm, lucrative offers.”

#bard speaks!!#astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x you #aware!astarion #astarion ancunin x reader

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rahleedraws · 8 months

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Meditative Cuddling

Concept: Astarion doesn’t really understand the concept of cuddling but somehow craves it

Takes place after the confession scene in Act II

Extra fluffy, Tav is a Tiefling Druid

Astarion x nonbinary!Tav (they/them pronouns)

This is my first time posting a little fic, please be kind ☺️

Nighttime. Everyone else has gone back to their tents after a long day in the Shadowlands. The lack of sun throughout each day has been weighing heavily on all of them as the days went on, but somehow more-so on the vampire. Astarion only just finally got a taste of sunshine back after centuries without it, so having to go back to darkness when he was allowed the sun again…well, he was feeling a little bitter.

Astarion sat, staring at the campfire, Tav just beside him. They weren’t touching, just sitting in the silence of the night, lost in their own thoughts. It’s been like that the past few nights after Astarion confessed feeling something for them - not a lot of talking or touching. He continued to be a little artificially flirtatious towards them, but it’s hard to break a habit, especially when he now felt incredibly awkward and unsure of himself around them. Of course, Tav would only chuckle at his poetic and snarky words. He genuinely had no idea what they saw in him…

When Astarion had admitted “honestly, I have no idea what we’re doing,” he meant it. He was lost. What could he do for them if not sex? What did he bring to the table? What could they both do together? Was this it, just sitting in each other’s company? He didn’t mind that so much. In fact, he enjoyed it immensely, just being in their presence. However, there was something more that he felt he craved, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. All he knew was that they deserved more. They deserved more than pretty words and his burdens that he seems to keep pushing on them. Tav of course didn’t mind carrying some of the weight on Astarion’s shoulders, but he had a hard time seeing that.

Stewing in his own self doubt the past few days, in the darkness of these lands, Astarion started to feel insecure about whether that day he confessed happened at all. He started to feel like he wasn’t close enough to Tav, like he wasn’t doing enough to keep them around. For a second he was tempted to speak up as they sat there, to offer himself like he always did out of habit…but then Tav got up.

They put a warm hand on his shoulder and gave him a quick kiss on his head, sending a sudden jolt from his crown down to his spine.

“I’m off to sleep. Try to get some rest, love.” Love. It was the first time Tav called him that. Astarion could dish out “darling’s” and “my sweet’s” any day, but suddenly it was aimed back at him with genuine feeling.

Just as Tav was about to walk off, Astarion quickly grabs their hand before it lifted off his shoulder. They paused for a moment, waiting for him to say something, but for some reason he couldn’t speak. Tav grew concerned.

“Are you alright? Is something the matter?”

Astarion kind of shakes his head, more-so to clear the fog rather than a response, “No…no, I just—“

Tav crouches back down to get a better view of his face, to see his expression, and places a hand on his back - a reassuring gesture. Astarion jumps a little at the touch.

“Oh,” they immediately take their hand away, “sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

More, Astarion immediately thought, surprising himself by this. That. That’s what I want.

Suddenly feeling awkward and extremely vulnerable, he reaches for Tav’s hands, cupping them into his own. He continues to look away from them, though, feeling rather embarrassed.

“May I…go back with you to your tent?”

Tav looks confused for a moment, “Uh, I thought you said—“

Astarion looks up at them with a fully flushed face, as red as a vampire’s face can be, “oh Gods, no. No that’s not what I meant!” He puts his hand to his face, almost like he’s shielding his embarrassment away from them. “Hells, I’m terrible at this.”

Then it occurs to Tav, “Oh! Did you want a snuggle?”

Astarion gives them a grumpy look as Tav tries - and fails - to hide a bemused smile. “Do not look so amused, darling.”

They chuckle, “I’m sorry, that was just so cute.”

“Cute?” He looks slightly offended “Cute is what you call an owlbear with its feathers all fluffed up. Cute is what you call Scratch when he fetches your ball. I am not cute, I am gorgeous and sophisticated.” He scoffs.

Tav has a hard time not currently seeing an owlbear in front of them, huffy with his feathers all fluffed up, “Mhmm…”

They get up and grab Astarion’s hand to pull him up alongside them, “come, my gorgeous and sophisticated love.” They don’t let go of his hand as they lead him to their tent, and Astarion, pouty as he tries to be, relishes the feeling of their fingers interlaced.

He doesn’t recall having ever been inside Tav’s tent during the entirety of their travels together. They’ve only ever spent time in his…he shakes the creeping fog away again. No, it’s different now. No manipulation, just…their company. Upon entering the tent, a waft of lavender and rosemary pleasantly hits his nose. The very scent of his favorite Druid. How they keep themselves and the inside of their tent from smelling absolutely horrid during several weeks in the wilderness baffles and impresses Astarion. This causes him to second guess himself, and while Tav’s back is turned for a moment, he brings his shirt to his nose, trying to remember the last time he used his special perfume.

Tav adjusts the pillows and the rustic cushioning of straw and grass beneath the blankets. They go to lay down on their side and pat the spot next to them, gesturing for Astarion to lay down beside them. He stands awkwardly for a moment, then almost starts to kneel but forgets he still has his shoes on. He quickly shuffles those off then goes back to kneeling down onto the bedding. He crawls up beside Tav, laying on his side to look at them, still leaving a bit of space between them. Tav reaches out to play with and twirl a couple of the stray curls that teased his forehead, and Astarion lets them. They move their hand down to caress his cheek with the back of their fingers and he closes his eyes, letting out a small exhale, not realizing he was holding his breath. Tav smiles sweetly at the look of peace on his face as they continue caressing him with the back of their hand. They place their hand on the side of his face, using their thumb to rub his cheek some more. If they didn’t know better, they would have thought he fell asleep with how still he suddenly became.

They pull their hand away for only a moment and Astarion’s eyes immediately pop open, looking especially doe-y, almost looking sad that they stopped. Tav holds back a chuckle.

They scoot themselves closer to Astarion and move their hand gently over his waist to his back, bringing him closer into their chest. He stiffens a little, unsure what to do with himself, every touch a jolt to his nerves. He’s not used to this kind of affection.

Tav notices this and pulls their head back just a little, “are you alright? It’s okay if you’re uncomfortable. We don’t have to do this…”

Astarion lays his hand on the bicep of the arm wrapped around his waist, “I’m alright, darling, I…it’s just taking some getting used to. I don’t think I’ve ever had anything like…well, like this.” He looks away in embarrassment. “But I know that I want nothing more than this right now.” He takes a second to ground himself, fighting everything within him that’s yelling at him for being vulnerable. Tav attempts to reassure him by stroking his hair back at his temples, soothing his nerves more with each pass. He’s safe here. He couldn’t be anywhere safer, and he begins to come to terms with that as his nerves start to settle. He begins to melt a little, feeling peace wash over him with every stroke through his silvery locks, every caress of his shoulder and arm.

Astarion finally lets himself be. He brings his arms inward and scoots closer to Tav, letting them envelope him in their arms. So close to their chest now, he can smell the lavender on their skin, and the comforting musk. He could hear their heart beat in perfect rhythm, feel their breath cascade down onto him.

Tav buries their face into his curly hair, nuzzling his head a little, taking in his scent as well. Whatever pomade he uses, it smells lovely. Citrusy. With their arm wrapped around him, they begin to gently rub his back. He does jump a couple times, but eventually his muscles relax as they give into the soothing touch.

They stay like that for a long while. Astarion has never been held so affectionately, has never felt so comfortable in his skin. He certainly has never been touched in a way that wasn’t meant to lead to other activities…

Eventually he could hear the ever-steadying breaths of Tav. He gently pulls away just enough to peak up at their face - eyes closed, mouth slightly open in sleep. I can’t possibly be this lucky, he thinks to himself. First the seemingly impossible escape from Cazador’s grasp, and now this? Surely the parasite will make them illithid, or he’ll be captured by Cazador once again, or something will happen to take this happiness away from him again.

He pulls away further from his sleeping companion, nearly about to be consumed by his fear again…

…but then Tav grumbles at this movement in their sleep, a whine escaping them as they grab towards Astarion again. They end up laying on his chest as he lays on his back, their arm sprawled across his torso. He’s taken by surprise, completely forgetting where his mind was wandering for the moment. He can’t help but chuckle to himself. Slowly and gently, he wraps his arms around their back, accepting his fate without issue. Their horns stretch out in front of his face, and although he’s unsure of the intricacies of tiefling nervous systems, he decides to give a quick peck to one of them anyways, mostly for himself. He cautiously moves his hand so as not to wake them and starts stroking the hair behind their pointed ears as they sleep. Tav lets out a sleepy sound of approval. Astarion smiles to himself, now realizing cuddling them felt just as good as receiving their cuddles.

Astarion places his one hand back onto their back, letting Tav rest there on his chest, resting his own head back against the pillows. He never thought he could meditate this way as an elf, being at peace with someone you care for in your arms. He sighs in contentment. Perhaps I’ll never have to meditate any other way again…

#astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #bg3 #astarion x mc #baldurs gate 3 #fanfic

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ryloriee678999 · 2 years

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Where’d You Go? (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Summary: You don’t get much sleep when Natasha’s away. (700 words)

Warnings: I’m not sure if there are any, please let me know.

A/N: Sorry that this is so short. I got so many wips to be posted hopefully soon.

It was about 1 am and Natasha wasn't in bed. This normally occurred so you weren't worried, she was probably working or training. You watch the clock tick and change numbers slowly while waiting for Natasha to come to bed. When she never came, you got up to search for her.

You went to where you saw her last. After dinner, she went straight to her office and started working on something. The bright light in her office was enough to tell you that she was still there.

Natasha barely looks up when you knock on her door. You walk closer, hovering over her and watching her finish reports. You rested your head on hers, her touch made you feel like you could pass out at any moment. “It’s a bit late to be working,” you say after a yawn comes out of your mouth.

Her hands never stopped writing as she responded. “I can’t talk right now,” Natasha sighed. “I need to finish this today.”

You pouted but Natasha couldn't see. Instead, you moved from behind her and hopped onto her desk. “When are you coming to bed?” You asked. Natasha didn't respond.

A minute later Natasha finally said something and tore her eyes off the paper. She flashed you a guilty smile, "You can go to bed, I'll come when I'm done."

You didn't like her response. You wouldn't be able to go to bed, but Natasha didn't know that. Feeling desperate, you reach to take her pen.

Natasha huffs and continues looking at the document as if she's still writing on it. “Babe,” she sighed, “give it back.”

"Natasha," you mocked. “No.”

Natasha rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms out. "Fine," She grumbled and grabbed the papers.

"What are you doing?" You asked and slid off the desk.

Wordlessly, Natasha started heading towards your room. You figured she would finish her work in bed which was better but still wasn't ideal. You watched her get into bed and start working again. The urge to grab the work out of her hand was tempting but you needed her to stay.

"Come on, put that down," you try convincing her. You lift up the blanket and get underneath along with her. Your hand reaches for the document but Natasha gently slaps it away.

"I need to finish this," Natasha replied. You finally gave in and turned around so that you were facing the wall. Everything felt uncomfortable. The blanket felt heavy against your body and the sound of her writing filled the room.

As Natasha worked, she glanced at you often to make sure you were okay. She felt guilty about not being with you for the past few days, so she decided tomorrow things would be different.

An hour passed and Natasha was finally done with everything. She rolled off the bed to turn off the lights but when she turned around, your tired eyes stared right at her.

“I thought you were asleep,” Natasha said. She quickly became worried about the way your eyes were so red. She turned off the lights and hurried back to bed.

"I can't sleep without you," you replied tiredly. Even though Natasha was technically with you, it was like she wasn't. You found that sleeping came easier if you were in her arms or if she was asleep too.

You could feel Natasha staring at you. "Even when I go away?" Natasha asked, her voice weary.

You nodded and closed your eyes once you felt Natasha move closer. It felt so good to finally be able to sleep. You wanted to dig your eyes out this week because of the constant stinging but the relief was finally here.

"I just like it when you are next to me," you confess quietly since you were on the verge of passing out.

Natasha shook her head in disapproval. "But I was gone for 3 days this week."

"I know," you whispered. Those were a long 3 days and you were so tired by the end of it. Though that wasn't the longest you’ve gone, you hated when Natasha was gone for weeks on end. The only sleep you got was when your body forced you to shut down.

Natasha bit her lip, she felt so bad. It wasn't her fault you and she knew that, she just wished things were different. “Come here,” she said and pulled you into her arms. You turned around so that you faced her, a small smile appearing on your face. “Let's sleep now.”

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sorry-moots · 5 months

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Inversion of Genesis But I Changed It

this is the last handful of crumbs but i can go back to the bakery and get more characters featured: scaramouche, dottore cws: none wc: 1,621

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Chapter Five

Despite your bleary eyes, you recognized the stableboy by his usual greeting of “Morning, Ms. [Y/n]”. You’re about to respond when you feel a pressure build up and–

A violent achoo! escapes you, leaving your nose stinging and your glove moist. Quickly, you wipe your nose with a handkerchief and rush to exchange pleasantries with the stablehand.

“Good morning, Pierre!” you say thickly as you quell the urge to sneeze again. “Today’s weather feels a little harsher than usual, doesn’t it?”

“Uhh…” He hesitates as he observes your sickly form. “I think it’d be best if you went home, miss.”

You shake your head as you shake Pierre’s usual tip out of your purse. “No, no. I’m perfectly fine, it’s just a runny nose.”

Pierre looks at the coins skeptically, before pocketing the change. “Whatever you say, miss.” He grabs Apollo’s reins, but not without wiping his hand on his shirt.

Curiously, the chill doesn’t leave you when you enter the building. Your teeth even begin to chatter the farther you walk, to your astonishment. Would it kill Lord Pantalone to invest in a better heating system…

You nearly miss the greeting sent your way as you grumble about the frigid air. “Morning, [Y/n]! I feel a lot better today,” said one of the guards posted outside of the office. You recall that he had been sick for a few days.

“Really, Lev? I’m glad you’re feeling better,” you answer, as you wait for them to unlock the office doors. “You do look a lot better!”

“Thanks, [Y/n]! You don’t look so good yourself, though, is everything alright?”

“You obviously got her sick, pea brain,” his fellow guardsman cut in.

You rush to reassure them. “I’m fine, I’m just a little under the weather. I’ve had way worse.”

The two guards share a look, but they let you through anyway. They knew it wouldn’t be wise to keep you from your work.

Tempting though it may be, there is no way you could afford to loaf around or take a day off. Lord Scaramouche frowns greatly upon slacking and you wouldn’t dream of inconveniencing him– even if you knew you could get away with it. Which you can.

When the harbinger enters the office at exactly 9 o’ clock, his face twists with revulsion. “What’s wrong with your face?” he asks. “It’s leaking from every orifice.”

You’re a little embarrassed, but your cheeks don’t burn like they normally would. Or maybe they were already warm. “I might have a cold.”

Scaramouche eyes you up and down, unconvinced. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he so often does and says, “Grab your things. We’re leaving.”

“Okay,” you agree. You didn’t have the energy or brain power to argue with him. When the two of you leave, the guards ask what’s going on and so the harbinger addresses them directly.

“[Y/n] is sick so we're leaving the office. Don’t talk to her, she’ll get a sore throat.”

“Aww, I’m really sorry I got you sick, [Y/n]! Hope you feel better soon.”

You try to reassure him again that you’re alright. “Don't worry about it, Lev, it's not–” Unfortunately, you’re interrupted by your own coughing spell.

Scaramouche’s perpetual scowl only deepens. “You'll lose your voice at this rate,” he snaps. Then, to your surprise, he murmurs, “…Are you sure he got you sick?”

Vaguely astonished, you clear your throat to respond. “He's the only sick person I’ve come in contact with recently, so it was almost certainly him.”

“I see.” The harbinger falls silent with a weird aura about him. By the time you put a name to it, the two of you have reached the palace entrance. He seems almost… murderous.

With the negative energy that’s oozing off of the harbinger, you decide keeping quiet is the best course of action. You were certain he wouldn’t approve of you talking either way, considering your state. Whereas silence with your superior is usually amiable, today it is just as uncomfortable and frigid as the Snezhnayan wind.

So caught up are you in this miasma of emotion, that you miss him flagging down a driver. He surprises you once more by taking your hand and helping you into the carriage that he’d summoned. After a quick word with the driver, he follows suit and sits next to you in the small coach.

Only after you’re both settled in and the carriage is moving, does it finally occur to you to ask a question of some importance.

“My lord? Where are we going?”

“My estate.”

*****

His home looks small on the outside but since the space is optimized and he's a minimalist, it feels bigger than it is, if a bit empty. With the exception of a large oil portrait of his likeness, his walls are decorated with a variety of weapons. If you had to hazard a guess, they aren't for show.

“Yvette!” he calls into the house, his voice echoing in the sparsely furnished halls. A moment later, a maid appears. Her hair is bright fiery red and her eyes are a piercing ice blue.

“Ready the study, Yvette,” Scaramouche commands. “My assistant and I will be working here today.”

She nods and disappears just as wordlessly as she arrived.

You follow him to a room with a kettle suspended above a sunken hearth. as he moves to grab the kettle, you start, “sir allow m–”

His lip curls in distaste as he looks back at you. “Allow you to what? Contaminate the tea with your sick people germs?”

As uncomfortable as you are at the thought of your superior waiting on you, hand and foot, you watch as he prepares the tea. He fills the little container from a wooden pail that was hidden in the pantry. Once he sets the kettle back on its hook, he ignites the wood beneath it with a small spark of electricity. He then sits and you take the seat kitty-corner to his, waiting for the water to boil.

You’ve all but finished your cup by the time Yvette returns. Scaramouche asks if the study is ready; she nods.

Yvette leads the two of you into the study and the Harbinger tells her to shut the door when she leaves. As the redhead makes her way out, you utter a quick thank you.

To your surprise, Yvette doesn’t acknowledge you. She doesn’t give any indicator that she heard you, not even a break in stride.

The door clicks and you listen to the clack of her heels fade away before you turn to your employer. “Lord Scaramouche, did I do something to offend your maid?”

He’s already absorbed in the paperwork he brought with him. “Did you do something to offend… What? No, she’s mute.”

Your mouth forms a small ‘o’. That makes way more sense. “Then… if she can’t talk, how does she communicate with you?”

“She doesn't need to speak to follow orders. My previous maids would always try to talk their way out of different tasks. I don't have that problem with Yvette.

“Don’t look at me like that”, he admonishes. You close your mouth, only then realizing your jaw dropped. “I have learned some sign language for when she needs my instructions repeated or explained.”

“Well, what if you can’t see her?”

He sighs, rolling his eyes. “We have patterned knocks for when I’m behind closed doors. Quit talking and get to work.”

The two of you are seated at your desks, signing documents and drafting proposals, when Scaramouche decides to break the silence.

“I’m surprised you haven’t asked me about the mission I just returned from,” he muses.

You’re hesitant; he usually tells you not to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Could this be a trick?

“I was under the impression that the details were strictly confidential, sir,” you reply smoothly, the textbook answer flowing seamlessly out of your mouth. “Is there something I should know?”

The smug smile he levels at you reassures you that he has no ulterior motives, except to brag. You decide to indulge him. He recounts the details of the war between the Shogunate and the Watatsumi Army. He used his influence to convince the Shogun, through the Kanjou Commission, to implement the Vision Hunt Decree. He leveraged the threat of defeat to convince the rebels to use the Fatui's life-stealing delusions. Finally, he tells you how, amidst the chaos he created, he managed to procure the electro gnosis.

“The traveler you mentioned… Do you think she might try to interfere with future plans?”

“Oh, absolutely,” he replies with a smirk. “It won’t make a difference, however. Now that I have the gnosis, I’ll be much more powerful.

“With the gnosis, I can even ascend to godhood.”

Before you can respond, there’s a sharp rap on the door. Two short knocks in quick succession, followed by two regular knocks.

You turn to look at Scaramouche from your desk. His eyes narrow. “Which one are you?” A chill runs up your spine as you hear the reply.

“An older copy if it matters.” You can hear the grin in his voice. It’s Dottore.

You force yourself to turn and face him and see that he’s holding up a letter. “I’ve brought the details for your next assignment,” he says. The sinister smile that you already suspected he was wearing widened with his next words.

“I’m looking forward to… collaborating with you,” he says, eyeing your sickly, cozied-up form.

His departure brings little comfort; you feel slimy and gross after the encounter.

“My lord, I have some… concerns about this.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t be on the same boat as him.”

“Thank the Tsaritsa.”

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#genshin impact scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #reader insert #x reader #slow burn

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kanmom51 · 2 years

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Run BTS flying yoga - part 2

Following the cute clips from the episode I thought I’d talk about a few points.

*Disclaimer: this is going to be long and this is the second time I’m writing this (stupid Tumblr lost my post, literally), and I can assure you the second round is not as good as the first one was, my apologies for that.

Why don’t we start with JK’s affinity for butts?

Man sure does like them.

He loves hitting them. And it doesn’t matter who’s either (well, the members as far as we know).

But there is one butt (love the double butting going on there, lol) that he just cannot resist.

And well, you can’t blame him now, can you?

And this has been like forever...

Time after time.

To film, to touch, to hit, to grab, to box, to squeeze.

It’s never enough or too much.

There is more. So much more. You know there is, lol...

And this day, it seems, was no different than others.

Yes, JK couldn’t resist himself and had to run over to hit RM’s butt, lol.

He gave him three slaps and ran off, lol.

That was a cheeky JK that couldn’t let an opportunity go. The leader in a position he is unable to react. That cheeky smile - he loved it.

And then another opportunity presented itself.

JM’s butt right up there in his face.

And what a butt it is.

And Hobi (why is it always Hobi?), he had to goad him on.

So he goes right in for it.

I mean, it was too tempting to let go...

Goes in for at the very least 4 smacks to the butt.

And then you have the editors.

Gotta love the editors. Their captions:

[Hitting with no choice]

Even they understand that when JM’s butt is up like that for display there really is no choice in the matter... 🤣 🤣

But this. This was absolutely the best. Those visual effects. This had me on the floor laughing.

The hand prints. 🤣 🤣

Oh, and do we speak about JM’s face when he comes back up? 🤣 🤣

I didn’t hear any “stop” or “go away” or spinning back up to stop the offense. Nope.

Moving on, as hard, sorry, difficult as it is...

Now, we always attribute the butt hitting to JK. But hey, it’s not exclusive to JK, it kind of goes both ways with those two. JM loves JKs butt just as much.

And he finds his way to it during this episode too, lol.

Yeah, I know that isn’t even close to a butt slap or hold or squeeze or whatever, but give me a break here, there is still a butt involved...

What else did we have then?

We had them messing around.

JK starts and JM just, as naturally as can be, joins in.

It’s just a normal with the two. Their way to spend the time and enjoy themselves together.

It’s just always them.

We also get another example of their like-mindedness.

What else did I notice?

That throughout both episodes them turning to each other, checking up on each other, JK checking out JM, lol.

And now for the Piece de Resistance.

The one for the books.

And once again folks, it’s Hobi being the instigator of it all.

If there was a rating for JKKs 0 to 100, well Hobi, he’s a 10,000.

So, what transpired?

Let’s start with the before....

As the boys were preparing for the pose, JM and the instructor starting to demonstrate it, Suga tell us:

Hobi joins in in agreement.

And the editors, they want to make it clear what the two meant - that the next pose “is a move that a couple does together”.

As all the members finished their poses, but JM, who helped the instructor with the demonstration was left without a partner, Hobi, our no. 1 Jikook fan, Hobi the president of the Jikook fan club, he just comes right out with it: “Jimin and Jungkook do it.” And just incase we didn’t get it, he repeats “Jimin and Jungkook”.

That’s when JM turns to JK, who is already off the hammock and walking in his direction, and saying he wants to do it with him.

Then Hobi repeats it again - that JM and JK will do it.

You know, the couple pose...

Hobi - indeed president of the Jikook fan club.

And of course they were pros.

“Just clicking” - we know that already, don’t we?

Perfectly doing the couple pose.

Of course.

And to end it all we had this...

None of the others did this, nor did either of them do this with their other partners (including JM with the instructor).

Back to the hand holding (substituting to a big ole’ hug I’d say).

#Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jungkook #Jimin #JK #JM #Jikook flying yoga #Jikook Run BTS #Jikook Run BTS flying yoga

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nicolesainz · 1 year

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Fake it, till you make it (CL16)

Charles Leclerc x reader

Warnings: angst, mostly kissing, enemies to lovers. Everything on this shot is purely fictional. (I mention the break up of Charles, but the reason mentioned here aren’t true)

“Eh come on, you’re not enjoying yourself! I thought this would be fun” Carlos whined as he saw my smile leaving my lips.

“I am having fun. Truly” I wasn’t even looking at Carlos. With the corner of my eye I had noticed Charles sitting in the middle of the bar with a few empty glasses surrounding him.

“I know that Charles bothers you but tonight he won’t. He’s not in the mood to tease you”

“How do you know that? Maybe he’s faking it”

“Charlotte broke up with him”

My body froze for a moment. Charlotte had been with Charles for a handful amount of time. Followed him at almost every race and even when not attending, posting about it on her insta. She was very supportive of his career. This was unexpected.

“What? When? Why? How?”

“Slow down there! Well, they broke up a few days ago and the why, is kinda complicated”

“What do you mean complicated?”

“With the pressure of wanting to win the championship and constantly being away, even during holidays and staying close to the factory, can seem like you neglect your partner”

“But..but that’s his job! What else is he supposed to do? He’s got no choice. Sacrifices need to be made”

“Don’t tell me, I know it firsthand. Maybe Charlotte didn’t want to be an obstacle on this dream and also wanted to focus on herself too.”

I’ve never felt bad about Charles before. Ever. I always ignore and mock him, because he constantly finds a way to insult me somehow but now, I felt sympathy for him.

“Oh. Well, I hope he gets better soon. Breaks ups happen in life. People come and go”

“You should have told that to yourself when you broke up with—“

“Ah ah ah! That’s not the same. Definitely not the same case Carlos. I was cheated on. They had scheduling conflicts.”

“So, why was Charlotte at the podium today? Why did she come all the way to Abu Dhabi?”

“As a final goodbye to him. Before dating, they were friends too, so why hang up on him now? A friendship shouldn’t end because a relationship did”

“I guess you’re right”

“So at least you should enjoy tonight! I don’t want another grumpy person around. Go find Isa and the girls”

“I will. Thank you Carlos”

“And if you need me anything, I’m over there with Lando”

I simply nod and pave my way towards the bar. I know it was a really bad idea to even go there, but something tempted me to do so.

Charles’s head was facing the hard wood of the bar’s surface and his hand was holding a semi finished vodka shot. Suddenly I felt a pinch at my heart. No no no, this is not happening!

What do I do now? Do I say sorry? Do I console him? Do I drive him back to the hotel? I don’t know how to drive a Ferrari what am I even thinking?

“Hey Charles” was all that came out before I received a groan as an answer. Great!

“Do you need any help? Want me to take you back to the hotel?” Finally, he raised his head and looked towards me. His eyes were red and sore. He was in an awful state. No matter how much I disliked him, I didn’t enjoy seeing him like this.

“What do you want from me Y/N?” He said before drinking the last sip from the shot.

“To help you! You’re drunk and apparently in a horrible state”

“Wow, what a way to make a man feel happy. Thanks”

“Ugh! Just tell me if you need anything. I’m trynna show some sympathy here”

“I don’t need you to pity me Y/N. Go find someone else’s ass to annoy”

“Fuck you Charles! Keep acting like this and you’ll remain alone”

Before I could move away from the chair, Charles grabbed me angrily by the arm.

“What did you say?”

“Stop being cruel!”

“Or what? I’ll die alone? I don’t care anymore. As it seems no one cares about me either! So it’s a win win case”

“You’re not letting anyone help you that’s why!”

“And why should I? I don’t need anyone to pity me after a hard time”

“I am sorry”

“Are you mocking me right now Y/N? Why are you apologizing?”

“Because of what I said”

“I don’t need your apology. I wasn’t offended”

“Ok fine, you know what? I give up. Have a good night Charles”

I release my arm from his and go to where Carlos and Lando are sitting. It was wrong to try and comfort Charles. He’s heartless anyway.

“Hey, I saw you at the bar with Charles. What did you say to him?” Carlos asked the moment I sat down next to him.

“I asked him if he needed anything, but was a total dick to me, so I gave up”

“Give him some time Y/N. I get what he’s going through. I felt like shit when me and Luisa broke up too. It wasn’t easy. I know you’re just trying to help” Lando tries to relax me with his words

“I understand that feeling too, Lando, but he could have at least declined my offer in a nicer way”

“Oh uh” Carlos exclaims

“What?” I looked at him quizzed. Then I turn around and see an angry Charles coming towards our way.

“Can I talk to you Y/N for a moment?”

“No”

“Y/N!” Carlos and Lando both look at me with raised eyebrows!

“Please. Just for five minutes. Then I’ll let you to your peace”

I raise and follow him towards the bar once more.

“I acted like an asshole before. I am sorry Y/N. You simply came to help me and I just got all cranky with you for no reason. I’ve been in the shambles lately and my mood is not exactly the best it’s ever been. Please forgive me.”

“You did act like an asshole and you were pretty mean for no reason, but I forgive you. I get it”

“You get what?”

“Break ups are never easy. I am so sorry. Carlos told me the news”

“I was kinda expecting it to happen. At least now she’s free and won’t have me as her burden”

“You weren’t her burden. You were someone she loved and didn’t enjoy seeing so broken and pressured most of the time”

“The past few months had been shit and I wasn’t exactly nice towards Charlotte. She deserves better than this.”

“You’re a good man Charles. And you deserve to be happy too. This season had been mostly painful but you did the best you could. We are all proud”

“I’ve actually never heard you say a good thing about me, so could you please repeat that so I can voice record it” he cracks up a joke to lighten the mood

“Hey, I’m trying to be nice here. And that’s the truth though. You gave it everything” I flash him a kind smile and probably the only smile I have in the two years I’ve known him.

“Thank you Y/N. Carlos is a smart man for having you around. You’re very sweet and I don’t deserve this. I should be sorry for all the things I’ve said about you. You realize I don’t mean them, right?”

“Wait! You don’t? But I thought you disliked me?”

“For what? Being nice and supportive? Are you serious? I was only teasing you to make you a bit mad. Because I am mad about you! I remember you during the podium celebration at Monza. It was one of the toughest races I’ve had this season and even though Carlos wasn’t on the podium, you were there for me. To cheer and be happy.”

My cheeks blushed in milliseconds. How does he remember me being on the podium celebration? I wanted to congratulate him, because even after getting pole, he lost the first place, which was heartbreaking. And hold on, did he say he’s mad about me? In like, the good way?

“Y/N?”

“Yes” our eyes had never locked this way before. It felt like he was looking deep into my soul, trying to find a way to say that “it’s okay, we are good now”

“May I kiss you?”

I don’t reply to him but simply connect our lips. I could feel a smile growing against his lips, but he immediately hid it and put more of himself into the kiss. His hand caressed my cheek and held my face firmly. I couldn’t believe that I was actually kissing Charles. The kiss was becoming even more deep and hungry. Sadly, he pulled away to take a breath.

“Oh, I wanted to do this for such a long time” Charles confessed and my jaw immediately falls on the floor.

“I think I like you now, Mr. Vice Champion”

“I think I’ve always liked you”

#formula 1 #ferrari #charles leclerc #charles leclerc one shot #oneshot

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shrinkthisviolet · 4 months

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�� if you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay? ❞ for Iris and Cisco please?

This one…really got away from me 😅 in a good way though! Under the cut for length (and ofc this is post-s3, pre-s4):

Cisco thought he’d gotten to know Iris pretty well over the past few years. Even amidst Barry's coma when they’d first met, they’d become fast friends. Iris found him more approachable than Caitlin at the time, and Cisco found Iris a welcome spot of bright optimism in a dreary place filled with loss.

Iris was always like that. Always encouraging, optimistic, nurturing. Cisco had seen her cry plenty of times, but he’d also seen her brush it off when she saw him, change the subject. And he’d never really felt like it was his place to say much about it. Especially since by the time he did feel like they were friendly enough for him to do anything, Barry was awake, and Iris was dating Eddie, and...Cisco knew where he’d be more of a hindrance than a help.

But now…in the wake of Barry leaving, it fell to Iris and Cisco in different ways to cope. Barry had placed the burden of leadership on Cisco’s shoulders, told Iris to keep growing, loving, and running, and Caitlin was...off dealing with her own stuff.

Cisco tried, but...he was no leader. He could give Wally direction behind the comms just fine, but...really, he was more intent on getting Barry back, so that he could set everything right. Maybe things would make sense again. Maybe...

Maybe his best friend’s bright smile would stop haunting him. Maybe Savitar would.

(The sight of that hand, so close, so close—he knew about Cisco's nightmares, he knew how much it hurt, how Cisco remembered every agonizing detail, and he'd still—

“Not you,” Savitar cooed, “her.” His other best friend. As if that was any more merciful.)

Iris wasn’t doing much better. She’d quit her job, she was apparently still living at the loft...and more often than not, she offered to run comms while Cisco went to see Harry, or Dr. McGee, or Jay Garrick's wife Joan, or...

Or while he just went home, curled up into a ball, and sobbed, screamed, dreamed about Barry returning, woke to that being only a fantasy.

It got easier, passing that torch to Iris. He hadn't even realized it until it had already happened. He didn’t even realize that she was there after he left hours after sunset, and there before he came by at 7am.

What he did know was that one day, he left, realized hours later that he’d forgotten something, came back in...and found Iris hunched over the desk, sobbing quietly.

And then it hit him. Hard.

“Iris...?”

She startled, wiping at her eyes and trying for a smile that didn't hold. Once, twice, thrice. “Oh. Cisco. I...I didn't realize...I thought you’d—”

“Yeah, I just...I forgot something,” he said. “I, um...” He was almost tempted to make a quick escape, but Iris’s heartbreak rooted him in place. “Are you...?”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly.

“Right. I just. You don't look—”

“I said I’m fine!” She snapped, sighing right after. “Sorry. I just—”

“No, I shouldn’t have..." he sighed. “Look, you don’t…owe me an explanation of anything. You loved him more than anything…I get that. I just wanted to say...if you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay? My apartment’s big enough for two.”

Barry was a hard person not to love…and a harder person to not grieve. Cisco was nearly torn apart by it…he couldn’t imagine Iris’s pain.

Iris's eyes widened. “I...what?”

“Well, I just—I know your loft is really important to you, and I don't mean you have to move out,” he rambled. “I just. If you wanted to. Temporarily. Just...just until...”

Until when? Until Barry came back? None of Cisco’s ideas were yielding results, he couldn’t promise th—

“Okay.”

Cisco blinked. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Iris agreed, smiling shakily. "I, um. Just for a couple nights, maybe. Change of scenery could be nice. If…if that’s okay with you.”

“Y-yeah, yeah. That's what I was thinking. Um...” Cisco ran a nervous hand through his hair. “Whenever you want. Tonight, even.”

“You’re sure?” Iris asked slowly.

“Only if you are.” He didn’t want to push her into anything.

“Cisco, it's...I mean, it's your apartment you're offering, I don't...I wouldn't want to impose—”

“It’s not an imposition,” Cisco insisted, “I’m offering. We’re friends, right? And this is what friends do.”

“Yeah.” Iris’s smile was a little brighter now, which Cisco counted as a victory. “Yeah, this is what friends do.”

prompt list!

#the flash #cisco ramon #iris west #iris west allen #lavi’s prompt fills #iris & cisco

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cafeinthemoon · 1 year

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Ruins - Part IX

Chapter 9/?

Wordcount 3,9k

Title Part IX

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Hades X reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none

Tagging @darling-imobsessed @holdyourwine (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment here or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: I've been so excited to complete this chapter that I've started to work on it right when the previous one was posted, and it took me just a few days to revise it! lol This time we will have more info about Hermes and his work with the human girls aka him being a parent and another encounter at the Secret Garden, full of symbolism and references, which you can read about on my Quotev's list. This chapter ended up longer than the previous ones because there are just too much info, but I hope you like it <3

– I’m glad for our encounters and our conversations, and for your gift. However... I can’t accept more than that.

You didn’t know who was more surprised by those words: yourself or the people who watched the interaction between you and the King of the Underworld. Hades, on his part, didn’t show signs of shock by your refusal, neither he seemed offended; if you were being honest, what you saw on his face was closer to confusion. You got along in each of the times you’ve seen each other: why would you break this pattern so suddenly?

This reaction is expected, and it hurts me more than I could tell him. But he will understand my reasons soon. He will understand that this is not my place.

You kept your hands stretched between you two and, for a second, you were afraid that he was going to refuse to take the hairpin back, but that was not what he did: after an instant of processing the unexpected event, he held the object in silence and hid it in a pocket on his coat. When his hand approached yours, you sensed the slight touch of his fingertips on your palm and felt tempted to close your hands around his, so that seeing it moving away was as painful as what you just said, but that wasn’t the time for weakness; you should not make things harder for yourself or for him.

You put your hands behind your back as you bowed. Right now, looking in his eyes would be the worst thing you’d do.

– It hurts me to disappoint you, my Lord, but it’s the right thing to do – you forced the last words out – I have to go, now. Goodbye.

You didn’t wait for a response, afraid that any word, any small gesture from him would shake your spirit and make you change your mind. Fortunately, the said word or gestures never came; as if collaborating with your decision, Hades didn’t make efforts to make you stay. You passed by him and walked toward the dome that connected that room and the next, where you talked to the elf.

The guests, still watching the scene, didn’t obstruct your way as you almost ran among them. You avoided looking around, terrified of what you would find in their gazes, and tried not to hear the waves of murmur spreading like fire in the room.

On your way to the entry, you almost bumped into a goddess whose pantheon you were too distracted to identify.

– I’m so sorry, my Lady… – you were going to say more, but the crack in your voice indicated that you would start to cry if you did, so that you kept quiet.

– Are you okay, child? – the woman questioned, frowning – What happened?

You didn’t reply. You just shook your head and left.

Finally, the great doors you crossed to join that party you helped to make possible – and about which you’ve been dreaming for days – appeared before you. They were heavy, but you managed to open them, just enough for you to pass.

The door closed at your back with a sinister slam, silencing the noises of the room as you let go of it and walked away through the corridor.

***

When you left the room, your feet were hurried up, as your only thought was getting as far from there as possible. Now you were running, and your mind was racing just as fast.

I don’t understand… If I made the right decision, why does it hurt so much? Why does my heart ache when I remember the expression on his face?

With your mind occupied with these questions, your feet followed an unconscious path toward the corridor through which Hermes led you after giving you the hairpin. Where you going back to the bedroom, then? What were you supposed to do once you got there?

You turned another corner and stopped when you saw you were no longer alone.

– Y/n?! What happened?

It was Hermes. Apparently, he was returning to the girls’ room or to his own chambers, judging by the direction he walked to, but he gave up on whatever task he had to fulfill when he saw your state: when you stopped, your whole body was trembling and your lungs were burning; you didn’t realize you were so desperate until you saw the shock you provoked on him.

Suddenly, you felt exhausted; you didn’t want to speak, neither you wanted to think of what happened. You just wanted to disappear. Your throat tightened, and thick tears started rolling through your cheeks. Forgetting where you were and who you were, you ran to Hermes like a little girl seeking for her parent; despite his confusion, he hugged you and made no questions until you stopped crying.

– So… – he started once you calmed down – Can you explain the meaning of this? Things were going so well when I left you at the party’s door. What happened, then? Did you meet him? Did you talk?

For a while, you were just able to make affirmative gestures with your head, but when you spoke, this was all you could say:

– I finally understood everything, Hermes-sama… I understood the meaning of my dreams… So I no longer have to stay here… – you breathed deep and looked into his eyes – Please… Give me your permission to leave…

He frowned.

– What?!

– Give me your official permit to leave, please! I don’t want to stay in Valhalla anymore! I want to go back home…

If Hermes considered continuing that discussion, he gave up on it the moment he heard those words. He has seen this before: some of the girls brought to Valhalla would not complete the process of adaptation for countless reasons, from being homesick to coming to the conclusion that staying under a god’s guardianship wasn’t the best for them; others would face – or cause – serious problems that would result in their forced farewell and, in rare cases, banishment. In each of those cases, he was there, in touch with every part of the cycle and with the girls’ thoughts and feelings, respecting their decisions, admonishing when necessary, working in favor of them whenever it was possible by standing between them and his own people, who wasn’t always willing to show mercy. He remembered that most of those humans were good girls in their essence, who would recognize their mistakes once he brought them up or think well before making their final decision and leave.

I just want to go home.

Most of those girls would end up saying those very words to summarize what they carried in their hearts. And, by all the things he witnessed beside them, Hermes would always take those words seriously.

He held you by your shoulders and made you look at him.

– Tell me. Do you still remember the path to the Secret Garden?

You didn’t understand why he was bringing this up now, but confirmed that yes, you remembered the said path.

– Good. Then, you have to go there. Now.

– Go there? But…

– Listen – he cut you off, as if there was no time to waste – Y/n, I know you don’t like this, but this time I need you to do as I say without question. Go to that garden. What you need will be found there. Just trust me, okay?

You wanted to ask more, but you knew you wouldn’t get anything else but that strange orientation. You nodded in obedience.

– I will do as you say, Hermes-sama – and, already moving away from him, – Thank you for everything…

He opened the way and you passed by him in fast steps, his last encouraging words echoing in your ears.

***

That was the first time you entered the Gardens at night, and you thought it was a pity that it happened right after such a difficult moment, for once you arrived at them, you found yourself surrounded by impossible beauty.

Wrapped in the trees, under the pedestals of the statues and all over the arcs and domes covered with cascades of flowers, there were white and bluish small lamps lighting up the way like fragments of the moon; due to their delicate structure, they were invisible during the day, but became fully alive at night. Thanks to their efficacy, you soon found the way to the covered stairs.

When you reached them, you had to slow down and raise your eyes to the green ceiling to appreciate what the lights done for it.

It’s so peaceful inside it. Almost ethereal.

For a second, you forgot your sadness and thought you would stay there forever if you could. But then you reminded yourself the reason why you were there, lowered your eyes to the stairs and followed your way down to the Secret Garden.

Your feet reached the last stair and your head left the protection of the ivy tunnel, and it wasn’t a surprise when you looked around and found out that this part of the Garden was superior to the rest during the night, not staying behind of its diurnal version in anything: the little noises of the bugs and the furtive steps of the small, nocturnal animals lurking in the shadow of the trees and bushes, the soft breeze whistling between the leaves, the water running in the stream, partially visible from your spot, the perfume of the night blooming jasmines spreading in the air… each corner of the place was as full of life as the loudest rooms, and would never allow suffering inside its limits.

And that’s strange… I’d probably feel lonely and desperate if I went to a different place. But it seems that I can clear my mind and process my feelings with no problems here.

Hermes-sama was right in sending you there. You did find what you needed – a bit of peace in your final moments at the divine lands.

You approached the stream and stopped at its shore, observing the lights reflecting on the water’s surface. It was impossible to stand there and not remember that day where you walked on the bridge and talked above the flow. The day you revealed your restlessness to Hades and he assured you of your right to dream.

Why did he do that, anyway?

And to think that, in the end, it would be thanks to a creation of his that you would find comfort after the unsettling episode at the party. Was it possible that he also considered the young women’s need for mental peace when he designed those gardens that way? How much of the human heart he must have known to be able to do this?

How much of my own heart he could get to know if we spent more time together here?

A low, rustling noise was heard over the grass behind you, different from the others you detected when you entered the garden. You turned…

And felt your eyes getting filled with tears again when you saw him there.

The ghostly, blue light descending from the trees and touching each spot of his figure – his gray hair; his garment, white from head to toe; the tattoo over his pale skin; his left eye, not covered by the eye patch, glowing in the penumbra, its lashes creating a delicate shadow over his cheek – they would make you believe you had a spirit before you, but you knew he was as tangible as yourself, with flesh and bones cradling the spark of his immortal life.

And that only made him more beautiful.

Hades walked toward you and all the feelings you experienced at the party’s room came back at once, grabbing your throat with monstrous strength.

The first words said between you were his.

– Hermes said I would find you here. I’m glad he wasn’t wrong.

Despite your agony, you found it strange that he arrived so fast. And how did he manage to speak to Hermes before it?

Ah, of course. He designed this place. He must know all the shortcuts and secret passages.

Part of you was relieved to notice that no wrath or sadness was present in his voice, but there you saw same expression he had when you gave him back the hairpin, and that didn’t hurt you less.

When he stopped in front of you, you swallowed, and no word came out of your mouth. There was a heavy silence, shared with the creatures of the garden that stopped their noises as if sensing the seriousness of the moment... which was broken by a sigh from him.

He took off his eye patch, putting it on his pocket, then smiled.

– Less scary, don’t you think?

Your chest ached with the gesture, and your lower lip trembled when you remembered how you begged to leave Valhalla without seeing that smile, that face one last time. You hid your face in your hands and started to cry.

Even after what I’ve put him through, he’s here, trying to make me smile.

You didn’t see what happened next, only felt it: a pair of arms surrounded your body and brought you close to a warm chest, as a soft hand caressed your nape. Now, the only thing you were listening to was his heartbeats, and all you could think of was that you should have never run away, for things were going to be fixed as long as you stood with him. However, weren’t you supposed to leave now that you understood your place as a human?

If that’s true, why do I feel like I’m going to regret it once I leave? How could I be able to leave when being with him feels so right?

– I’m so sorry for all of this… – you heard yourself whisper.

– What are you apologizing for? – he whispered back; and, making you look at him, – You did nothing wrong.

You wiped a tear from your right cheek.

– But, my Lord…

– Please – you felt the tip of his index finger touching your lips – You already know my name. Use it. I’d like to hear it in your voice a few more times.

A sudden, violent heat came up to your face. After what happened inside the building, you weren’t in conditions of denying him anything. And, since he was asking so nicely, why wouldn’t you do it? And you liked to discover it and even more to say it, didn’t you?

– Hades-sama, what I did in front of your family... I embarrassed you in front of everybody… – you frowned in genuine confusion – How can you not be angry because of it, my Lord?

Hades raised his left eyebrow, and the tattoo over it moved a bit.

– Because you used your right to refuse something? Why would I be angry or embarrassed for that?

– But I thought… All those looks…

– Looks? Ah, yes – he sighed, then smiled, finally understanding the problem – We can be really intimidating sometimes. For this, I apologize.

Before you could think of a reply, he offered his hand.

– But, for now, we’re free from them. Let’s take this chance to enjoy our surroundings. We still have too much to talk, right?

You put a hesitant hand over his, and this latter closed around yours with gentle firmness as he led you to the stream’s shore. There, he leaned on his right knee and rolled up his sleeves, wetting his hands on the flow.

– It’s always in good temperature by this hour – he invited you to approach – Here, try it.

When you knelt by his side, he filled his palm with water and gave it to you. Only after proving the water – so cold and refreshing that you felt like you were outside enjoying a summer night – you realized how your throat was sore and dry. Now, you sensed your strength coming back and your sight clearing up.

Your voice came out stronger when you spoke, too.

– It’s really good. Thank you.

Hades smiled in response and you washed your own hands on the stream, then cleaned your face from the tears. When you finished the service, you sighed.

– When your brother, Poseidon-sama, saw me, the first thing he said was that I have a decent face – you chuckled – I guess I lost all my decency now that the makeup is gone!

That was his time to laugh.

– Decent face... My little brother is not so good at complimenting people, I must admit – he took a pair of wipers from his pocket as he spoke; he gave you the first and used the other – But this is more than he has said about all the women he knows. He prefers to keep his opinions to himself, despite being a good observer.

– Yes, he made that very clear! – you laughed too. And he did it in the scariest way possible, you added in your mind.

His reply was preceded by a gesture that made you startle: with his fingers, he moved a thin, wet lock of your hair away from your forehead.

– Still, I’m afraid that he hasn’t seen half of what’s there to see this time. He didn’t witness this smile, after all.

If this was the way he found to praise your beauty, then Hades indeed had more talent with words than any of his brothers: persuasion was in each of them, so much that you were starting to believe him; just a little a more and you would be entirely convinced.

And it was with no effort that he stood up and guided you by the hand to another part of the garden, one you haven’t seen the last time you’ve been there.

In this place, on the other side of the bridge, the lights were softer, in something between blue and purple, hanging in specific spots, away from each other as to not disturb the moths, fireflies and other flying beings that had that corner of the garden as their home. In the middle of what seemed to be a clearing, a small fountain formed by a rounded bowl upon a column of white stone was bubbling with crystalline water; when you approached and looked into the bottom, you noticed the same purple light was present there, oscillating with the waves. Near this fountain, you found a bench under an arc covered in flowers, which white petals were turned into lilac thanks to the lights. You went there and stood in silence for a while, in respect to the living beings that were giving up their space and their privacy for you.

Even your voices were lower when you restarted the conversation. You, by the way, were just waiting for him to be the first to speak, which didn’t take long to happen.

– My nephew told me you asked his permission to leave Valhalla.

You swallowed.

– I did.

His quietness was so heavy that, for an instant, you thought he wasn’t going to reply. But when he did, it was with relief that you sensed no change in his tone.

– It’s understandable. You've been through many things these days and, right when you had the opportunity to relax, a new pressure falls on your shoulders – with his right hand, he caressed the top of your head, just like he did at the bridge – And most of this is my responsibility. I'm sorry for this.

I can’t believe he’s apologizing.

– You’re... sorry?

– I asked my brothers to stay with you until I arrived – he explained – They didn’t know you yet, so they would identify you by the hairpin I gave you. Then I’d take you for a walk to some place where we could talk in private. Once we’d return to the party, we would enjoy the other girls’ presentations and everything you’ve been preparing, until dinner’s time. Speaking of this, I asked the elves to reserve a place by my side on our table – he curled a lock of your hair with his finger – My intention was that you enjoyed the party under our protection, but things didn’t go as planned, and you were the most harmed in this.

You sensed your chest tight when you heard that. You had no doubts about Hades’ noble intentions when he made all those preparations, but maybe he hasn’t considered that the fact that you were human would automatically change your view on them: what would be a deserved honor to a goddess was just too much for you.

Still, you couldn’t let him continue to apologize for doing what he believed was right, so you did what was probably your boldest action since you came to Valhalla: you took the hand he had on your hair and held it between yours, all the three resting on your lap, your fingers groping on his skin as you observed the black of his nail polish turn into a deep violet thanks to the lights above you.

– Please, don’t apologize anymore, Hades-sama. You did nothing wrong, my Lord, and neither did your brothers. Each of them received me well and stood with me until the moment you found us, just like you requested. The issue lies in what I explained to Hermes-sama while he took me to the party: everything we’ve been experiencing in Valhalla, and how things are managed here… all of this is so distant from the life I have that it makes me feel... small.

Your fingers, tiny if compared with his, closed around his hand with a little more firmness.

– Despite everything I told you the last time we’ve been here, my Lord, this is something I cannot change about myself. I don’t want my dreams to have boundaries, but I could never ignore the fact that there are limits I must not trespass. No matter how uncomfortable my life becomes due to these limits, there’s no guarantee that what waits for me on the other side will not bring me more suffering. This is what we call knowing our place – you let out a sad smile – Maybe it sounds strange to you, but I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. After all, this is part of the meaning of being human.

– In fact, this is something I can’t relate to, but I’m glad you’re talking to me about it. It helped me to understand what happened – his hand moved between yours, his thumb drawing circles on your knuckles – Besides, I think it would be sad if you just left without saying goodbye to your friends or having the chance to learn more about your... about our dreams.

Your hands trembled at those words and at his touch, which was extended when his other hand joined yours.

– Speaking of this, Hermes hasn’t time to explain how it works, but even if he conceded his permission the moment you asked, you wouldn’t be able to leave until tomorrow.

You gasped with surprise.

– What?! Why...?

– Why the surprise, my girl? – the smile he gave you that time was the closest to a smirk that you’ve seen in his face until now – You didn’t think you’d get rid of us so easily, didn’t you?

You felt your cheeks getting hot.

– I...

– Y/n, there’s something about my dream that I haven’t told you yet. The reason why I know it’s connected to yours. I’ve been waiting for the right moment to do it, and I believe the moment has come.

– Really? And what is it that you need to tell me, Hades-sama?

– This: unlike you, I wasn’t alone among the ruins of Hellheim. In my wanderings, I found someone there.

– Someone? Who?

– A woman – Hades' eyes were fixed on yours – You.

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