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Title: the less of them you have, the more their worth

Fandom: The Batman (2022), Batman - All Media Types

Summary: Edward makes a friend in Arkham.

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Status: Oneshot. Complete.

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Edward wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to be here! Batman was supposed to… he was supposed to be like him. They were going to cleanse this city – but no. He was one of them. Edward had never felt so betrayed in his life. Batman, he would have never thought to make that leap if it weren’t for Batman and he was…

Well. He had spent hours in his cell, sobbing and holding himself tightly to self-soothe. That was the only thing that he could do, he was absolutely inconsolable when he heard that Batman had stopped his followers. He had been so close!

“Hey, hey, hey don’t be sad. You did so well!” A voice said from the next cell. “And you know, Gotham loves a comeback story.”

Edward sniffled and pressed his face against the window. “Who are you?” He asked in between his pathetic little sobs.

“…Well, that’s the question. Isn’t it?” The man in the other cell said, “…Riddle me this! The less of them you have, the more one is worth.”

“A friend.” Edward said, almost breathless at the thought. He finally had a friend. It’s more than he could ever hope for. Fuck Batman. He didn’t need him anymore.

*****

Edward’s eyes flutter open to the feeling of fingers sliding in his cunt. He mewls quietly and his thighs shift apart on their own. He hears the sound of hysterical little giggles and those fingers slide in deeper. Joker always loves the way that Edward reacts to his touch, even when he acts like he’s not in the mood. Even when he squirms and shakes his head – but never gets to the point of saying No, like he’s afraid to verbally deny his new friend anything.

The first time that Joker had come into his room and done this, Edward had been shocked. He had squealed and squirmed until Joker had pulled his fingers out of him and made him whine at the loss. “Look desperate your little puss is.” Joker had purred. “It’s suckin’ me in. Does it miss being fucked?”

Edward had whined quietly, not knowing what to say until Joker stopped teasing him. Until he went right back to fucking Edward with his fingers.

This time, Edward doesn’t squeal or try to squirm away. His back arches on its own and his thighs spread. Joker laughs a little more, low and borderline hysterical. “Can’t believe you were a virgin before I fucked you.” He said. “You’re such a slut. Maybe if you spread your legs for the bat he would have wanted you more.”

That stings, but Edward doesn’t say anything. There’s nothing that he can really say. He focuses on the feeling of Joker’s fingers inside his cunt. Three of them now, he could probably work up to get his whole fist inside of Edward given time. He was scarred everywhere, burned all over and Edward can feel the texture of those healed over burns rubbing against his walls. Edward had never had the courage to ask what had happened to him, but it must have been horrible. His mind doesn’t stay on that track though, because the next thing he knows he’s cumming hard.

Joker flips him over, like its easy, then pulls him up into a sitting position. He’s shorter than Edward, but he’s strong. Edward wonders if he did a lot of manual labor before he started killing. Probably did, Edward cannot imagine a man like that ever holding down a boring desk job like Edward did.

He watches the other man stroke his cock, his mouth went dry at the sight of it. He was still not used to being intimate like this with anyone. He couldn’t help but stare and he wasn’t sure if that was the appropriate thing to do. Joker cracked a grin, delighted by Edward’s transparency. “C’mere, babydoll. Why don’t you get on top and return the favor?” he suggested as he leaned back.

Edward crawled over to Joker, he could feel the bed creak underneath him as he drew closer to his… partner? Boyfriend? Friend? Edward had no idea what to call his relationship with Joker, there were so many things about it – what they did together mainly – that made it hard for Edward to tell whether it was platonic or not. Maybe it didn’t really matter. Joker liked him and Edward wanted him to keep liking him, even if he had to do some things that he wasn’t entirely comfortable with to maintain his affection.

He settles on Joker’s lap, making brief eye contact with the other man before he lets out a shaky breath and lowers himself down on Joker’s cock. He lets out a little sigh and winces at the feeling of it stretching him open. It still hurt a little, especially with the harsh grip that Joker had on his hips.

Joker’s nails dug into his hips as he forced Edward all the way down on his cock. He still wasn’t used to the feeling of being filled. Joker’s hips rut up into him and he takes that as a cue that he needs to start moving. He’s still recovering from the feeling of his orgasm, most of the time Joker doesn’t even bother with his pleasure.

“Fucking look at you. Who would have thought that the Riddler, big ol’ scary serial killer that you are, would be such a slut?” Joker goaded, his hands moved from Edward’s hips to slide under his shirt and grope at his breasts. The guards took his binder away when they had admitted him, didn’t even let him have a regular bra so his breasts were entirely unprotected from Joker’s assault on them. “A slut with perfect tits.” He growled, pinching and pulling on one of Edward’s nipples.

Edward whimpered at the rough treatment. He always did when Joker got like this. It never got him any mercy. Joker pulled Edward’s shirt up to reveal his breasts, he squeezed them as he darted forward. Edward continued moving on Joker’s cock as he watched the other man warily. Joker laughed at Edward’s nervousness, like it was the most amusing thing he had taken in all day.

“What’s the matter, princess? Worried I’m gonna hurt these little tits?” Joker teased. Edward didn’t know what to say, he didn’t really get a chance to say much of anything because the next thing that he knew Joker’s teeth were digging into the meat of his breast.

Edward cried out, tears stinging at his eyes as Joker giggled. His teeth dug in a little more and Edward could feel his flesh tear. He knew he would be left with a scar after this was over. Joker’s teeth dug in deeper and deeper until blood started to drip from Edward’s breast, down his chest.

Joker giggled with glee and licked up at the blood. “You taste like cherries, little bunny. I want to eat you up. All your organs and viscera, want to devour it all raw. Wash it all down with your blood, baby. What do you think of that?” He asked in a voice that was strangely low and sweet. Edward shuddered and shook his head as Joker came inside of him.

****

It’s movie night at the asylum. One of the therapists had decided to put on some old movie – nothing offensive or interesting enough to get the patients going, but certainly better entertainment than spending all day in their rooms or in the day room.

The day room has all the chairs set up like a theater, Edward and Joker sit in the very back. Joker’s got an arm around him – they’re not technically supposed to touch, but good fucking luck getting Joker to stop doing whatever he wants whenever he wants.

The movie is an old one – Mary Poppins. Edward used to watch movies like this all the time, they used to be so soothing for him. Now he doesn’t really know how to feel soothed. There is a heaviness about him, because he’s so heavily medicated, but he never really feels soothed. There’s always a bit of anxiety brewing underneath him. Anxiety and… misery. Misery at being rejected so roughly by his hero.

Edward lets out a short little sigh as Joker slings an arm around him as the movie starts. Edward tenses just a little as Joker draws him in closer, but he trains his body to relax. He shouldn’t be afraid. He shouldn’t be afraid, Joker is his friend. What does he have to be afraid of, he thinks. Joker is his friend, he wouldn’t hurt him.

As the opening credits started to roll, Jokers’ hand moved lower and sneaked underneath his top. He looked at his friend in surprise, mouth open in a little ‘o’ and eyes wide. Joker just chuckled, put his fingers to his scarred lips and shushed him.

A wicked grin spread across Joker’s face as Edward shakily nodded in agreement. He didn’t want to alert anyone to what Joker was doing to his body. Nothing good would come of it, he knew that better than he knew anything. He felt it deep in his bones.

Joker’s hand moved to cup Edward’s breast – the one, he realized, that he had scarred. There was still bandages over it. Joker’s fingers brush over the gauzy outer layer that hides his handiwork. Edward can hear Joker making a frustrated, annoyed noise that he can’t dip his fingers in and fuck the wound. Like its unfair that he can’t hurt Edward more.

Begrudgingly, Joker’s hand recedes from his breast and moves… lower. Edward can’t stop himself from letting out a gasp as Joker’s scarred fingers circle over his clit through his thin trousers. It’s loud enough to alert another patient to his presence and they look back at him suspiciously. Edward shrinks down, his shoulders rounding down from his embarrassment.

The other patient can’t see Joker’s hand petting his pussy through his clothes. He can only see Edward’s red face, eyes downcast in his shame. He could hear Joker’s short little laugh in his ear, he was getting wetter and wetter.

Edward bit down on his lower lap, he didn’t know… why his body always reacted like this. It felt almost whorish the way he’d get wet, the way that he’d keen and whine and beg for more with his body even though… even though he wasn’t even sure he wanted this. He didn’t even know if he liked it, he just wanted to please his new friend. But his body liked it, his body sang with masochistic glee even when Joker hurt him and Edward didn’t understand it. It was entirely new territory for him, before he became the Riddler he didn’t even really look at porn. He would rarely touch himself, he wasn’t really a sexual being.

And now here he was, biting down on his lower lip to stop himself from moaning like a slut in public while Joker molests him. Joker giggles again and leans in to whisper in his ear. “Enjoying yourself, babydoll?” He asks lowly. “Yeah, you really seem like you are. Little sex kitten. Better keep quiet, don’t want the whole block to see what a slut you are. Yet.”

Edward let out struggling little huffs out of his nose, almost like he was sobbing. Sad, pitiful little noises. His cunt was soaked, he was so wet that it probably looked like he had pissed himself and if he was smart – which he most certainly was – he would stick with that story if anyone asked.

Joker’s fingers slide underneath his trousers, underneath his cotton Asylum issued panties and slide inside of them. He parts the lips of his cunt and those fingers of his, those scarred and beaten up yet talented fingers start to fuck inside of him.

Edward balls his hands into fists and his back goes ramrod straight. He’s so tense, so stiff and uncomfortable even as hot pleasure shoots through his cunt. He grinds his teeth and his eyes dart down, he can see the impression of Joker’s finger inside of him. He has one thrusting into Edward, down to the knuckle before it slides out.

He can hear the wet sound of slick sloshing around against Joker’s fingers. The sound is lewd and it makes Edward’s blush deepen. He can barely hear the sound of Dick Van Dyke and Mary Poppins singing and dancing over it.

Another finger slides inside of him. They stretch and scissor inside of him. The slick, wet sounds fill Edward’s ears as yet another finger joins the first two. “Bet I could get my whole fist inside ya, Eddie baby. What do you think?”

Edward shook his head, because that was crazy. Joker was crazy. He couldn’t just- he couldn’t put his whole hand inside of Edward. That would… people didn’t do that, did they? Joker ignored Edward’s mute protestations, because another finger joins the other three. Then he has four fingers inside of him.

He already feels too full, Edward could swear there’s a little bulge in his tummy. He feels overstuffed, like he ate seconds at meal time and then sneaked a little more off someone else’s plate. He doesn’t think it’s possible for him to be filled anymore.

He’s wrong about that.

When Joker’s thumb slides inside of him, Edward has to clamp a hand over his mouth – tight – to keep himself from making any noise. Joker chuckles and pushes in deeper, deeper. It’s too much, he feels like he’s dying. White flashes across his eyes and he whimpers behind his makeshift gag.

He doesn’t remember cumming, doesn’t remember the movie ending. He blinks and finds himself in his cell, where he curled up under the blankets and hid himself away.

*****

Arkham’s library is small, middling. There’s a couple of bookshelves lined with old books. Edward lets his hands worry over the frayed paper. Edward loved the smell of books, he liked aged paper and old printing press ink to envelope his senses.

His hands wandered over a copy of ‘Alice and The Looking Glass’ that had likely seen better days. He opened it up and distractedly started to thumb through it. He was mostly checking for missing pages, to see if it was in good enough condition to take to his room. He needed something new to read.

“Alice in Wonderland, huh?” Joker asked as he leaned over Edward’s shoulder. “Kind of reminds me of you.”

“How?” Edward asked, eyes glimmering with curiosity.

“Pretty thing stuck in a mad house.” Joker answers easily and then he darts forward to catch Edward into a kiss. Joker’s kisses, like everything else about the man, are a little maddening. There’s not much skill involved in the way he kisses, but Edward finds himself lost in it regardless.

Somehow, when the kiss ends, he ends up on his knees – he thinks he got pushed down, but his memory’s a little… fuzzy. So he’s not exactly sure how. He looks up at Joker, seeing his friend grin down at him. He doesn’t expect it when Joker fishes his cock out, but maybe he should. “Look at what you do to me, bunny.” He said, grabbing Edwards’ hand and guiding it to his cock. He was already hard. “You turn me on so much. Just with your kisses. I want to see what else that pretty little mouth can do.”

A crowd had started to gather, other patients watching. A guard stood at the door – he made eye contact with Edward, before looking away. No one was really interested in taking Joker’s shiny new toy from him, he had been behaving much better now that he had Edward and his body to entertain himself with.

“Here?” Edward asked, so quietly that he could barely hear himself say it. He didn’t entirely trust his own voice.

“Where else are we gonna go?” Joker asked and then, with a nasty little grin he added. “Besides, wouldn’t want to disappoint all your adoring fans, would you baby?”

Edward let out a shuddering little breath and he gently grasped Joker’s cock. It was thick and heavy in his hand, it had a curve to it that made Edward wonder as he stroked it with an almost curious touch. It was like he was afraid of it – maybe he was. “Put your mouth on me, baby doll.” Joker instructed.

They had never done that before. Edward had never sucked a cock before. He had never done any of the things that he and Joker did with anyone else. In this way, in this one way Edward was incredibly innocent.

Edward leaned forward and pressed a little kiss on the head of it, which elicited a little giggle out of Joker. He moved his lips down, taking the head of Joker’s cock in his mouth. He moans around it, not used to having his mouth so filled.

Joker groans and his hand tightens in Edward’s hair. He grabs the back of Edward’s head and tugs him down further. “Yeah… that’s a good little whore. Keep going, just like that.” Joker grunted, shoving his hips forward. Edward chokes a little, it’s too deep down his throat. Drool drips out of his mouth.

Joker fucks his face like that for some time, uncaring for Edward’s discomfort with the act. Edward wonders briefly if this is what he wants, to cum down Edward’s throat. That was… easy. Easier than some of the other stuff that Joker made him do at least.

He always liked to push Edward’s limits – barrel past them more like. Edward doesn’t think that he would have sex in public with anyone if he wasn’t being goaded to do so. Joker told him that when they got out of there – not if, when – he would be thankful that his horizons had been broadened.

Suddenly, Joker grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off. Edward was so surprised that he gasped pitifully. He put a hand up to his throat, which already felt raw and abused. More men had gathered around, they were looking down at Edward with amusement and arousal. They didn’t dare touch Edward though. They knew better than to even think of it.

That didn’t stop them from making snide little comments though.

“He’s real desperate for it.” One of the men said as Edward’s face was pushed down into the carpet.

“Yeah, what a fucking slut.” Another says as his ass is lifted up high in the air and his thighs are spread a little. Joker pulls his pants and underwear down while Edward feels absolutely frozen. Is he really going to have sex with him? Right here? In front of all these people?

He wants to protest, to say that sucking his cock was enough – wasn’t it? – but he finds himself unable to say anything when Jokers thumb circles around the rim of his asshole. All he can manage then is an incredibly undignified squeak. “Aw, isn’t this sweet? All your friends are here to watch me pop your other cherry, cutie pie.”

Edward chokes on spit. He rubs his face into the carpet, knowing there’s nothing he can do to stop this, he can’t stop Joker from doing what he wants. All he can do is force himself to relax as Joker spits on his hole and presses his thumb inside of him. Even with only one finger it feels impossibly filling. Too much, yet not enough at the same time.

He supposes he should be glad that he’s getting any prep for this at all, given how eager Joker is moving behind him. Given how the others are egging him on to give it to Edward good and hard.

Edward is humiliated to find himself getting wet from this too. Joker finds it absolutely enthralling. “Aw, you got us some lube baby.” He crooned in a sickeningly sweet voice. “I knew you’d like it, but this much? My perfect little whore, should rent you out when we get out of here.” He mutters low in Edward’s ear, a secret between the two of them.

Joker coats his cock and Edward’s hole with slick and spit and somehow its enough lubrication to get his cock inside of Edward. He slides inside slowly, slower than usual. It’s almost a gentle rhythm. He’s rarely gentle with Edward.

His stomach flutters as Joker fucks inside of him, moving in deep and slow strokes. He risks a look at the men that are circling around them, jeering and rubbing their cocks through their uniform trousers as they commit this pornographic sight to memory for later. He wonders if he would be more or less aroused if they weren’t watching them.

The guards still do nothing. They don’t break up the crowd or try to separate Joker and Edward. But at least they don’t join in and start calling Edward a whore along with the rest of the patients. He is a whore, he thinks. Back at the orphanage, he would have been called a little Jezebel. A temptress for enjoying this, for cumming and getting wet when he was debased like this.

When he cums, untouched, tears start to pour down his cheeks. He’s so far gone. He knows there’s no coming back from this. Maybe he doesn’t even want to come back from it, maybe he should just follow his body’s queue and let himself like it out loud when he’s used.

****

He’s out in the courtyard, doing crossword puzzles on his own. He hasn’t seen Joker all day and he kind of misses him and he’s kind of relieved to be alone at the same time. People leave him alone, they know he’s Joker’s property so even when he’s alone he’s still untouchable.

Its kind of… nice having a friend like that. Someone that everyone else was too afraid to cross. He was protected from basically everyone except Joker. And no one would fucking stop Joker from doing whatever the hell he wanted with Edward. Did Edward even really want him to stop though? He didn’t know, he went back and forth on a daily basis.

Maybe he was just a prude. It’s not like he didn’t cum every time that Joker used him. It’s not like he didn’t moan and whine. It’s not like he didn’t get sopping wet just thinking about being taken. His face burned as he thought about what they did in the library. It was so… so dirty, Edward couldn’t look at some of the other patients now – the ones that had jerked themselves off to the sight of him being fucked in the ass for the first time.

Suddenly, Edward is shocked out of his spiraling thoughts when he feels cool metal – something sharp, he realizes with horror – is pressed up against his throat. “Mm, miss me baby?” Joker asked, his voice giddy with cruel amusement.

“Um, wh-where did you get that?” He asked, because he didn’t know what

Joker chuckled, the dull end of the blade slid down Edward’s chest. He shivered at the feeling of it, cold and unrelenting against his skin. “Would you believe I got it in the mail?” He asked, which just told Edward that he wasn’t going to tell him. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, baby.” He purred.

“How does it feel, baby?” Joker muttered in his ear, with the hand that wasn’t holding the knife he groped Edward’s tit. Bouncing it in his palm like a stress ball. “Having something so dangerous so, so close to your pretty unmarked skin. I could cut into you. I could carve your heart out and keep it in my pocket. Just so I could have something to always remember you by.”

Edward shuddered as Joker traced the shape of a heart over Edward’s chest. He said it like it was something romantic and not a threat. Maybe this was Joker’s version of sweet talk. The knife withdraws for a moment as Joker lifts his shirt up to expose his soft stomach and round tits.

Then the knife is teasing down the line of his stomach. Edward can’t stop himself from sucking in a breath, like he’s worried about being accidentally cut. He knows, though, that if Joker does cut him it won’t be an accident.

Still, he can’t help but squirm a little when his trousers are pulled down and he’s left in just his panties. Joker spreads his legs wide, tracing the outline of his cunt with the handle of the blade. He gasped when Joker pulled his panties to the side and slid the handle of the blade inside of his cunt.

Edward stayed very still as Joker thrust it inside of him. The handle of the blade was long and thick enough to double as a makeshift sex toy. Joker fucked it into Edward at a rough pace, just the way that Edward hated to like it.

It didn’t take long for Edward to cum with a little whine. His body shook and he shivered as Joker pulled it out of him. He watched his friend from the corner of his eye as he pulled the knife out and slid the handle into his mouth, tasting Edwards slick and cum like it was something to be savored.

“Mm, like sweet peaches and sugar. So sweet.” Joker said, before taking the opportunity of Edward’s lack of awareness to push him down on the ground. Edward grunted as his thigh was grabbed and pressed flat to the ground. He couldn’t get it free if he tried, Joker had it in a vice-like grip. He knew he’d have little finger-shaped bruises by the morning.

He looked down at Joker through hooded eyes that went wide when he saw what Joker was doing. He was bringing the knife to the inside of Edward’s thigh. He felt himself freeze in fear and he squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the inevitable.

Joker started carving into Edward’s thigh, chuckling and giggling at Edward’s tiny little whimpers and whines. When the knife finally receded and he was let go, Edward sat up shakily to see a crudely carved ‘J’ with a few card symbols – a heart, a club and… a spade? – was marking his the inside of his thigh, very close to his crotch. “Mine.” Joker murmured sweetly, before he leaned down to lick away the blood. It was almost a loving gesture, more loving than most that Edward had experienced at least.

*****

Steaming hot water cascaded down Edward’s back as he ran the shower. He was alone in that room, which is how he preferred it. He liked to shower alone, didn’t like how the other inmates would ogle his body when he was naked. Their eyes would laser focus on his tits, ass or cunt. He was sure that if Joker hadn’t so aggressively staked his claim on Edward, they would have passed him around the asylum like a fancy new toy.

Edward wasn’t even sure if he would bother with fighting them off, he probably wouldn’t. He’d probably be happy for all of the attention. He didn’t like to think about what could have been though. He’d rather not live in that alternate reality where he didn’t have the protection of his friend.

Hands clutched around Edward’s middle and pulled him back. Edward nearly slipped but fell back into the solid form another body behind him. “Gotcha.” Joker mumbled in his ear. “Did you miss me, baby?”

Joker had spent the last week in solitary for stabbing someone with a fork straight through their hand. Edward had been alone for most of the week, everyone just ignored him when Joker wasn’t around. It was peaceful. But a little lonely. Okay, a lot lonely. At least he got a chance to catch up on his reading.

Edward let out a little sigh. “Yeah. I did.” He says lightly. It’s not a lie. Edward did miss him. He missed the erratic behavior, the pranks, the rough touches. He missed being regularly fucked until he couldn’t even think in full sentences. He missed it all.

Joker made a satisfied noise at that. His hands slid over Edward’s tummy before he abruptly flipped him around. Edward let out a little gasp as Joker’s cock slid inside of him. It was a little weird, being fucked while water poured down around them. He didn’t hate the feeling though. He didn’t hate it at all.

Joker’s hand moved to wrap around his throat. Joker had a strong grip, there was a strength to him that Edward never would have guessed just looking at him. His hand tightened around Edward’s neck and all Edward could do was gasp and let himself get lightheaded.

He kept on fucking Edward as Joker’s strong grip practically crushed his windpipe. He fucked him faster and harder the more mindless that Edward looked. It didn’t take long for darkness to cloud around his vision, for a lightheadedness to come over him and for blackness to overtake him finally.

Joker kept on fucking him as he went limp in the other mans arms.

The next time that Edward woke he was greeted by bright artificial lights and white all around him. His neck ached even more than the rest of his body. He was just so sore. So very sore. He groaned as he sat up and looked around.

The only other person in the room was a nurse who seemed to delicate looking to be here. Maybe she felt safe to work with the criminally insane because she only had to interact with them when they were vulnerable and injured. Or hand out pills behind bullet-proof glass.

The nurse was blond and petite – pretty too, he thinks, in an obvious way. She makes a small noise of surprise when she notices that Edward is awake. “Oh, it’s just you.” She said, relieved after a moment.

Edward smiles in an uncomfortable sort of way at her. He chews on the side of his mouth. He wonders if he could eat himself from the inside out like this. Just devour himself whole until he disappeared. Until there was nothing left of him but bones and cartilage.

“What am I doing here?” Edward asked slowly as the nurse approached. He looked at the little name tag on the front of her scrubs. Her name was Tammy. Tammy looked at him with disbelief in her eyes – as if to let him know that she was thinking, ‘you know damn well why you’re here.’ without saying a word.

“Someone choked you and left you naked in the showers. Could have killed you.” She said in a surprisingly blunt tone. He didn’t expect someone so small would speak with such a vicious honesty. Her expression softened a little. “Would you tell me who did this to you?” She asked. “If I could file a report I could get you to a less intensive block. Everyone knows you’re not usually violent, regardless of your past crimes. You wouldn’t have to be housed with such violent patients if you told me who did this to you.”

As if she didn’t know, Edward thought in annoyance. As if everyone didn’t know. The only reason that the nurse was bothering was because she didn’t have to be on the block with Joker like the guards and therapists and techs did. He didn’t want to go anywhere else anyways. “I don’t know.” Edward said mechanically. “Must have been a blitz attack.” He added.

Tammy didn’t look impressed by that. She knew he was lying and he knew she knew he was lying but neither of them were interested in budging. “You know it wasn’t.” She said after a moment. “I don’t understand why you protect him. He hurts you, he could have killed you. You could get away from him if you just cooperated.”

But Edward didn’t want to get away from him, he didn’t want to be alone ever again and he knew Joker wouldn’t abandon him. He had claimed Edward as his. So Edward feigned innocence. “Who?” He asked blankly.

Tammy gave him a hard stare. “You’re not a stupid person, Edward.” She said, “You know he’s going to go too far one day.”

Edward just looks down at his hands. “I know.” He mumbles, just loud enough that she can barely hear him say it. It’s just that he would prefer that to being alone.

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Spring Fling - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader (Part Four) (18+) / Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Five

Summary: You should have known the ‘no refunds’ detail on the website for Spring Fling was a red flag. But you paid no mind to it, eager to be assigned a quick fuck for spring break. When the man that walks through your cabin door is none other than Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, your wildly infuriating fellow pilot, you have two choices: bicker the entire time and have a miserable spring break, or fuck.

Contents/Warnings: smut, minors dni. fem!reader, pilot!reader, enemies/rivals to lovers, lots and lots of arguing, could these two people be any less cooperative, sex seven ways to sunday and then some, seriously like so much smut it'll make your eyes bleed, makeouts, rough sex, oral (m+f receiving), penetrative sex, will add as i post

WC: 4.8K / navigation / inbox

A/N: Day two begins!! thank you to everyone who's been reading along, and if you're just finding this series for the first time through this part, welcome! I hope you enjoy, and though this chapter is a bit shorter than the others, it packs some punches. You will get more insight into why they act the way that they do in this chapter, in the next chapter! bear with them please, they're dumb </333 please let me know how you're feeling about the series so far! <3

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

Daniel’s shoulders are so broad that they block your view of both the cabin and his face, everything completely obscured by the heaving, sweaty, tanned mass of muscle flexed over you. Daniel’s toned arms frame your head, his lips tug your own into a string of merciless kisses, kisses that leave you panting when you’re granted even the slightest of respite. His cock pumps in and out of your throbbing cunt with every thrust of his strong hips, and all that you’re capable of is a pathetic stream of whines and whimpers as Daniel undoes you.

“Oh Dan- Daniel! Please, harder, I want- I want more, please!” You babble, gripping at his back, smoothing your hands and scratching your nails over every inch of his glistening, taut skin, “Please, please, I need more, please, more- harder, more, I need you!”

Pleasure shoots through your core stronger than you’ve ever felt it before, and you chase the feeling desperately, lifting your hips to press yourself into Daniel’s steady thrusts. The new angle of your body allows for your head to be tipped backwards, and you catch sight of the hazy face that had eluded your vision before. But where Daniel’s scruff blankets his face, there’s only tan, smooth skin, squared at the chin and leading into the tight, determined snarl of none other than Jake Seresin.

“Jake!”

You wake like it’s from a nightmare, a gasp leaving your throat and your stomach dropping at the image of Hangman having his way with you. You’re sweaty and sleep-ruffled, and you realize with a still-throbbing core that you’re clinging to one of his arms, rutting your hips against him like a man starved.

Fuck. Fuck, your throat is dry which probably means that you’ve been moaning, god forbid his name, and- and he’s going to tell everyone that you’re desperate, and you’re never going to be able to look him in the eyes, and you might as well quit your job because he’s won and there’s nothing you’ll ever be able to do to make up for how ashamed you’re going to be… when he wakes up.

He’s asleep.

His lashes are softly resting above his strong cheekbones, lids covering eyes that did not witness you at your most vulnerable. He didn’t see, he’s been asleep- he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know, which means that you never have to talk about it, which means that you can go to the bathroom and take a cold shower and pretend that you woke up on the floor instead- maybe you’ll even tell him he kicked you off in the middle of the night so that he feels bad enough not to tease you for the day. And nobody ever has to know that he’s in your dreams, whether they be that or nightmares.

You stagger out from under the bedsheets and over to the small bathroom faster than you’ve ever been awake and alert in your life, and you’re instantly relieved by the sanctuary of the bathroom when it lets you shut a door between you and Jake.

The slamming of the door or the squeaking of the shower knobs is not what wakes Jake. It happened to be a very loud, very wanton cry barely minutes prior, when he’d woken to find your pinched-up face buried into the heated skin of his bicep. You’d whined and whimpered and moaned until a very sizeable tent had grown in his pants, and you’d fucked your hips onto his thigh over and over and over again until he’d felt a wet patch blossom that stuck his boxers to his thigh. He’d remained civil- respectful about it, keeping still even if his mind was racing, but when you’d suddenly moaned out his own name- Jake would have reached for his cock but that was when you’d woken, and he’d already had his eyes snapped shut in the desperation of conjuring a mental image of you writhing below him so that it seemed like he was still asleep. Blessedly disguised, Jake listens as you beeline for the bathroom, and when the door slams, his eyes fly open.

A quick glance beneath the sheet reveals a stain of translucent slick that’s soaked into his boxers, big enough to account for the way you’d been grinding so desperately onto his thigh. Knowing that you’d said his name, not Daniel or Damien or Dallas or Dalton or Devon- you’d been dreaming of him. It’s enough to have Jake frantically prying at the hem of his boxers, tugging on his cock with one rough fist while the other hand prods desperately at the wet spot on his boxers for something to lick up. Jake was the name you’d said, Jake is the man you’re thinking of.

Jake cannot be the man you’re thinking of. You don’t have nearly enough energy when you close yourself into the bathroom to shower right away, so you take to sitting dejectedly on the lid of the toilet rather than scrubbing down right away. But you feel dirty, you feel wrong for fantasizing about the jerk from work instead of the dreamboat you’d frenched in an elevator less than 24 hours prior. It’s not fair. Why does your brain have to latch onto Jake? Why can’t you just be peacefully separate from him, why does he have to nail himself to your door and bleed through the gaps?

And why did he have to dress you in lingerie?

You realize you’re staring down at your pink silk-covered stomach, and your nose scrunches when you note how little fabric there is to cover what’s between your legs. Christ, he couldn’t have dressed you in something a little more modest?

Although, you suppose, you didn’t bring anything more modest. Actually, the pink getup is probably the most modest nightgown you’ve got- you’d anticipated sex. So he gets a pass on that one, but you’re still peeved about the way he won’t leave your head.

The shower is warm and being clean feels delightful against your slick skin, washing away the sins you’d rubbed into Jake’s thigh, but you’re so disturbed by your dream- or more so it’s subsequent meaning, that you can barely enjoy any of it.

In stepping out of the shower you realize you’d been in such a rush to get in that you’d forgotten to take clothes with you. But if you’re lucky, at least Jake will still be asleep, and you won’t have to endure any-

“Fancy droppin’ that towel, darlin’? Since you got in the shower without me, I figure it’s only fair I get to see what I missed.”

Any teasing. If Jake was still asleep, you wouldn’t have to endure any teasing. But there he is, hair tousled from sleep, eyes slightly bleary, but smirk in full force as he stares at your towel-clad form.

You’d be locked and loaded with a quip back any other day, but the memory of the pleasure writhing through your veins like blood itself at Jake’s hands has thrown you severely off-kilter. Instead you stand there, winded, lost for words as a strange and unexpected surge of tears sting at your eyes.

Jake notices, blinking as the smirk vanishes instantly from his face.

“Hey, woah, that’s- don’t do that. I was just teasing, don’t- don’t do that.”

“I’m not-” You defend uselessly, blinking rapidly as you back towards your suitcase, but Jake’s concern dims into something like disappointment.

He recites, “We didn’t do anything last night. You were shit-faced and you passed out the second you were in bed. I’m not…” He struggles, glancing away from you and towards the wall in thinly-veiled distaste, “I wouldn’t do that.”

You’re almost as stunned by the accusation as he seems. The thought hadn’t crossed your mind at all, but- in another man’s hands, you might not have been safe. You hadn’t felt a sliver of distrust towards Jake, and there’s something strange about that. Would you have felt comfortable going home with Daniel? Perhaps last night, several drinks in, you would have. But now you feel a strange camaraderie with Jake, now he feels familiar and safe and you’re glad he was the one to escort you to bed. You’re not used to respecting him, to relying on him, to letting your guard down around him. But you had, and you had even forgotten that you might not have been safe until he’d brought it up himself, convinced your crying fit is because of some awful thing you think he did to you last night.

You’d much rather use that excuse, but you’ll give credit where credit is due.

“I know,” You admit softly, clutching your towel tight around your body, “I didn’t think- thank you for taking me to bed.”

He doesn’t speak- he doesn’t think he ever could. But he nods, once, face tight and stiff because if it wasn’t it’d be soft. And you’d already shorn deep into his newly unguarded, tender flesh- he doesn’t need more wounds.

“Are we eating breakfast together?” Is your indirect way of asking- nay, demanding that he eat with you as thanks for the night prior without actually asking. Because asking would be crazy, you don’t even like him.

And you don’t want to eat with him, except for the fact that you eat with him near every day, and if you’re not going to be in a candlelight setting, you might be able to convince yourself that you’re not on a sex cruise, and that you’re just eating with your fri- teammate. That you’re just eating with your teammate, and all else can be ignored. Especially your dream.

“‘Was plannin’ on it. Hey, wear your bathing suit under that,” Jake nods at the romper you’ve chosen for the day, “We’re goin’ swimming after breakfast.”

You raise a brow at his tone, “Oh, are we? I was planning on meeting Daniel.”

“Where?”

“He mentioned going to the pizza place for lunch.”

Jake snorts, “Real romantic. Well, I walked by there the other day, and the pizza place is a poolside bar. So, put on that skimpy little bathing suit I saw in your suitcase, and you can swim with me until Danny-boy gets there.”

“I don’t want to swim with you,” You feel a little like a petulant toddler snapping back at him, but it’s true. You don’t want to be splashed and dunked and held down in what will surely prove to be the most stressful time you’ve ever had in a body of water- which is really saying something, because you’d had to eject into the Pacific before. Breakfast is one thing- a thank-you. This is different and you’d rather have a tooth pulled.

“Fine, then, princess. Sit on a lounge chair and read a book. I don’t care, just come with me.” You think this might be an invitation, a genuine hand outstretched amidst the numerous other jabs you’ve taken over the duration of your voyage so far. You meet his eye, but there’s a mischievous glint in them and it’s too late to stop him before he continues, “I’ve gotta keep my lady close, or else there’ll be a swarm of other passengers beggin’ to hang off my arm, and we’ll sink the ship if everyone rushes to one side.”

It’s pathetic to admit that you have nothing better to do than go with Jake. His cockiness creates scenarios that are so easy to refuse- so tempting to reject if only to see the light in his eyes fade into a more manageable dulled hue. Now though, you’re stuck. You’re not willing to spend the entire time on board locked away in your cabin hiding from Jake- you came for the fun and sun, dammit. And being in the sun sounds lovely, and the main character of the novel you’re reading will bring you a welcome respite from Jake until Daniel comes to sweep you off of your feet.

“I am not getting in the water,” You warn, fishing your bathing suit out of your suitcase while keeping a firm hold on your towel, “I am going to sit on a lounge chair and read a book. And you’re going to leave me alone, and do whatever it is you like doing in the pool. Chase those little diving rings, maybe?”

“I’m not six.” Jake wrinkles his nose in distaste, “I use the torpedoes, like a real man.”

Your eyes itch to roll back into your skull until they’re stuck there, and you never have to see his smug face again.

“Your torpedoes, then. Get my book from out of my bag,” You nod towards your purse, “And bring your own towel, because I’m not getting one for you.”

The door drowns out the beginning of Jake’s bitching when it slams behind you, but even in the tiled bathroom you can still hear him speak.

“-prissy today, aren’t you! Y’know, the hunk on the cover of this romance looks a lot like me. And- ohhh,” Jake’s wicked laugh instills fear- real, actual fear in your chest as you rush to get dressed, “This is one of them porn books, ain’t it?”

He’s holding the book like a trophy when you finally step out of the bathroom in your bikini, the way a fisherman would proudly display a 38 pound halibut. It’s got a cowboy on the front that’s wearing a hat similar to the one Jake wears at ‘Honky Tonk Night’ at the Hard Deck, and the female lead is draped over his chest, leaning in for a kiss.

“Wanna roleplay it, darlin’?” Jake moves forward, his free hand reaching for your waist to force you against him like you’re on the cover of your novel, “You could do exactly what it says on the cover, ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy’.”

You catch his arm instead and use it to give you leverage in your attempt to take back your book, but he’s holding it high over his head, and he’s tall even without his combat boots giving him a good extra inch or two.

“Daniel’s got a bit of a southern drawl,” You choose to fight with words if you can’t win a battle of heights, and Jake’s bicep tightens in place as he tenses, muscles flexing.

“That boy’s got nothin’ on mine,” Jake tilts his chip upwards- ah, so you’ve hit a weak spot: that precious Texan heritage he boasts about.

“I like his better. It’s subtle, not too in-your-face.” You shrug, and now that Jake’s frozen, buffering, you’re able to reach up and take back your book without him fighting back. But he follows you when you step away, and your back hits the wall of the cabin when he leans forward and down to match your height.

“See that?” He inspects your expression, and even though you’re wide-eyed in bewilderment he finds something satisfying in it - “You like it when I’m in your face.”

Maybe it’s your proximity- the way his face is closer to yours than it was even in your dream last night, or maybe it’s the way he murmurs the words instead of boasting them, like they’re a secret. Something strips you of your ability to fire back, and you share a moment of silence before he pulls away and gathers a set of towels from the corner of the room.

He’s wearing his swim trunks already. You hadn’t noticed. Well, you’d noticed his lack of a shirt, but you hadn’t bothered to check what was below that. You’ve seen him in them before, a beach day with the dagger squad or a pool party for Penny’s birthday, but you’re not sure you’ve ever noticed the faint fish hook outlines on them.

“I can feel you lookin’,” Jake snickers, giving you a rather impressive view of his ass, “I’ll let you squeeze it if you admit Daniel’s not all that great.”

“The only thing I wanna squeeze is your neck, Hangman,” You scoff, hurriedly looking away from his ass and gathering your belongings- key card, phone, book that’s been discarded on the bed, “Now let’s get out of here before I change my mind and lock you out of our cabin.”

“Oh, but you’d be so bored in here without me,” Jake’s croon exudes fake sympathy, “Who would you bicker with all day?”

“Not Daniel.” You purr, grinning mischievously as you head for the elevators, your door clicking shut behind you as Jake nearly steps on your feet, “If I was with Daniel, he wouldn’t be able to talk through all the pussy on his tongue.”

That shuts him up.

The elevator ride is silent, and by the look on Jake’s face, you’d have thought he’d been declared a spare on a mission amongst a group of new recruits. HIs jaw is stone-set, sharp and tight, and his eyes bore uselessly but fiercely into the silver wall as the elevator moves up- something is brewing in that hard head of his.

Finally, some fucking peace and quiet.

Something about the ding of the elevator snaps him out of his funk, and he holds the door open to the breakfast hall for you with his signature shit-eating grin. It’s the same place you’d eaten lunch the day before, and you wish again for Daniel to knock knees with you beneath the table. It had been so cutesy, so intimate, so-

“Here,” Jake plucks two trays off of the stack, one for you and one for him, “I’ll hold it while you load up a plate.”

“I can do it myself,” You insist, snatching the tray from his hands and setting an empty plate on top of it, “I’m not falling for that act, Hangman. You’ll steal my breakfast if I let you hold it.”

“Now that’s not true,” He scolds, scooping eggs onto his plate, “I’ll steal it no matter what.”

The ship’s pancakes look surprisingly well-made, and you’re starting to marvel at how nice the amenities are for the price you’d paid. Maybe you’d been the guinea pig voyage, and they’re testing how feasible this sort of thing really is.

“Hands off my syrup, Hangman,” You elbow him in the side, bumping him out of line for fresh pastries while you snag one for yourself, “I don’t want your sticky fingers getting all over my book.”

“So you do want me readin’ that thing,” He grins, reaching over you to pluck a chocolate croissant off of the tray, unbothered by your teasing, “I guess I’ll need to get into character. Tell me, how big is he? Anything under nine inches just won’t be realistic for me.”

“Please! I’ve heard things from Rooster,” You laugh, topping your plate off with butter packets, “Four is more like it.”

“You tell Rooster,” Hangman shoots a hand out, stopping you from snagging an empty seat at a table for two, “That he’s gotta stop swapping our measurements. Tell him to keep my name out of his mouth.” He pulls the chair out, clearly expecting you to sit.

Under his fiery, watchful gaze, you sit.

You don’t know what makes you do it; you’ve always felt Hangman’s faux-chivalry was condescending at best. He always seems to be mocking you- let me do it because you can’t, or let me do it because I don’t think you should.

Now it seems more like let me do it because I want to. And for that reason, you’ve obeyed.

Hangman’s terse mood from earlier seems to flicker in and out, but breakfast is pleasantly casual- nothing like your tense candlelight dinner the night before.

“You’re lucky Phoenix isn’t here,” You raise your brows briefly at Hangman, eyeing the way he’s sprawled out over the bench, “She’d tell you to quit manspreading.”

“I like manspreading,” Hangman grins, thankfully concealing his mouthful of food in the process instead of showing it off, “Let’s everyone know what I’m working with.”

After a quick, fake look at his crotch, you decide, “Nothing?”

He takes the teasing good-naturedly, rolling his eyes and insisting, “You’re gonna be sorry when you find out how wrong you were, darlin’. First time y’see it your eyes are gonna bug out of your head.”

“I’d prefer not to see it at all,” Your nose wrinkles, “I’m perfectly happy with your current state of dress.”

“I know that’s right,” He snickers, “I saw you eyein’ up my tight little swim trunks earlier.”

“I was not.” You snap, but he’s only goaded into being further convinced, “Your back was to me, how could you have possibly known where I was looking?”

“I heard you stop moving the second I bent over,” He winks at you, and it’s a gaudy, grotesque display of cockiness, “You were transfixed, darlin’. One look and you forgot what you were doing.”

“That was because I couldn’t believe how skimpy your legs are,” You speak around a mouthful of pancakes, perhaps not the best etiquette but you’re not trying to impress anyone. “Next time you hit the gym, work on your calves.”

“Skimpy? Skimpy?” He shoves his foot into your lap, forcing you to stare at his exposed calf as you try avoiding the sole of his flip-flop on your bare stomach. You shriek, and you try tamping down laughter that threatens to escape as you attempt to shove him off of you.

“These things are tree trunks,” Jake insists, and when you finally manage to wrestle his leg off of you he leaves it on your side of the table, his foot resting just beside your own, close enough to touch.

“You want some?” Jake offers you a forkful of scrambled eggs, but you shake your head, leaning away from the fork.

“Fine. Picky.” Jake shrugs, eating the eggs himself, “How come you’ll eat off of Payback’s fork but not mine? You think you’ll get all blushy if our lips touch the same thing?”

“I’m thinking I’ll vomit, not blush,” You correct him, “Payback brushes his teeth every once in a while, so eating off of his fork’s no big deal.”

“Damn, you’re vicious today!” Hangman observes, but he doesn’t settle into the back of the seat like you’d expected him to. It unnerves you when he leans forwards, “I brush my teeth twice a day,” He insists, and this time his antics are a little more intense than hiking his foot into your lap, “See?”

He stands so that he can lean farther over the table, flashing his grin in your face like you’re the lens of a camera he’s modeling for. It’s so forcibly charming, so irritatingly dazzling that leaning away- showing weakness - doesn’t even cross your mind, and you’re stuck staring at his pearly whites mere inches away from them, a sour scowl on your face.

“No cavities in sight,” He drawls, “But if you don’t believe me, you can inspect it yourself. Thinkin’ your tongue might work.”

“You’re a sicko,” You decide, your face blank, if not a smidge downturned as you sit inches away from Jake’s grin in full-force, “Sit down, you’re embarrassing yourself.”

“I’m embarrassing you.” He corrects, sinking back into the plush booth with a hiss of air and the spreading of his legs once more, “I can tell you’re blushin’ over there.”

“Must be an allergic reaction to something,” You sigh morosely, observing your plate, “There’s probably an ungodly amount of chemicals in all of this.”

“Tastes fresh to me,” Jake shrugs, reaching his fork across the table to pick at your fruit, “Give me that.”

“No- not the melon!” You clash your fork against his, an ugly scraping sound created by metal-on-metal as you fight to protect your fruit, “You can take anything else, just not the melon!”

“You can have my melons,” A smooth, melodious voice straight out of a porn intro comes from beside the table, and you and Jake look up in unison to see a woman in stiletto pumps and a skirt standing next to your seats.

Jake barely takes a second to process her bold words, and his face melts like butter into that greasy grin he’s always sporting around the ladies.

“Is that so? Well, thank you darlin’, that’s very kind of you. Might take you up on that if this one keeps holding out for a nobody.”

Jake points his fork vaguely, uncaringly at you, eyes still glued to the woman’s low neckline- her melons are, admittedly, nothing to sneeze at.

You find yourself incapable of speaking, so you take to pulverizing your fruit on your tongue instead of talking to the woman.

Once she and Jake have properly eye-fucked she struts away, and your nose curls to make way for a sneer at the clicking of her heels on the floor.

“What a bitch.” You retort, and Jake’s all-too-pleased with your indignance, “And those fucking heels? Who wears heels to breakfast on a cheap cruise?”

“Hey, I thought you were into all that girls-supporting-girls stuff,” Jake munches on a grape, “Ain’t that a little judgy? Maybe she feels pretty in the heels.”

“Girls support girls’ girls,” You insist, shaking your head disapprovingly, as Jake tries processing the tongue twister, “She was not a girls’ girl. She was trying to take my man!”

“Your man? I’m your man now?” Jake leans forward again, suddenly extremely interested in you rather than Miss Miniskirt, “When did that happen? The second someone else tried snatching me up?”

“No, you’re not my man,” You scoff, fork clattering against your plate, “But when we’re on a sex cruise together as unfortunate roommates, and we’re dining together, conversation flowing, clearly engaged with each other- when you were just leaning across the table asking me to lick your teeth two seconds ago- no girls’ girl would swoop in and try to take you away from me!”

“I think you’re just jealous,” Hangman points that damn fork at you again, and you still in your seat, prickling with annoyance, “I think you’re pretending to be all wrapped up in Daniel so that I go crazy, but it almost backfired on you when she started chattin’ me up. Hell, you called me your man! You can’t have it both ways, Y/N. Either let me go, or make me stay.”

“Go.” You seethe, eyes flashing with anger, with the indignance of being accused of puppetting him. You’ve been on edge this whole voyage, but something about his audacity combined with the sheer mortification of your dream last night means that your mouth is running without a filter. “I’m not pretending anything, Hangman, and- and I’m not going to ‘make you stay’, that’s ridiculous! I’m interested in Daniel. If you really want a woman who swoops in on what looks like a couple, then by all means, have at her. But you don’t get to bitch about Daniel and then act like I’m some controlling monster when I try to stop you from talking to bad ideas.”

“I’m not bitching about Daniel,” There’s a dangerous edge to Jake’s voice, the one that’s typically heard on the tarmac, “I’m trying to-”

“You’re trying to control me!” You accuse, and now it’s you that wields the fork, aiming it violently at Jake.

“I wasn’t done.” Jake snaps, but you don’t care.

You continue over his meager protests, “You are bitching about Daniel, 24/7. You’re trying to knock him out of the way so that you can schmooze me like you schmooze women back home, and it’s not going to work. You use people, Hangman, you hook up with women and then you push them away like they’re pathetic when they try staying with you for longer than a night! But I know you better than they do, and I won’t fall for it. You think I’m dumb? You think I don’t realize how much of a leg up you’d have at work if you got to tell everyone I fell for your little game? That’s why you want it so bad,” You huff, “You’re, like, obsessed with winning now- because I fly with you, and because I’m the only woman who’s ever told you no, you’re going crazy trying to get me to say yes! You are the one freaking out whenever Daniel talks to me! You are the one that’s clinging desperately to the unfortunate coincidence of us being roommates, and you are the one who refuses to let go. You won’t win. You cannot make me stay.”

Jake’s mouth had been open during your vicious speech, ready to fire back in a tone that would have made your skin crawl, but when you finish off, it falls shut. He stares, on the brink of disaster, one slip of the controls away from tailspinning. He’s always been like that: dangerous.

You don’t give him the option to spin out.

“I’m not hungry anymore. You know what? You can have the fucking melon,” You stand, dumping your remaining fruit unceremoniously onto Jake’s plate as he stays frozen stiff, watching, “Maybe you’ll get lucky and score hers, but I doubt she’ll be interested if she’s not competing with anyone anymore.”

You barely remember to grab your belongings on the way out of the breakfast hall, and you don’t spare Jake another glance as you beeline for the elevators.

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duhnova · 2 years ago

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corruption - hhu headcanons

blame @jihoonsrubylips for asking for this (hehe ily holly mwah, i hope you enjoy)

hhu x fem!reader

word count: ~1.8k

warning(s): nsfw under the cut!! (mdni), basically pwop, CORRUPTION KINK, use of princess & sweetheart & angel & dove & darling as a petname, daddy is used (1), choking, face riding, ab riding, thigh riding, throat/face fucking, talks of the reader being a virgin (and their first time), mentions of going to the hospital (nothing major), some degradation?, a little praise?, subspace, a whole lotta filth, let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors/typos (i tried extra hard this time and had @junkissed & @onlymingyus proof <3 my beloveds fr ily and thank you MWAH) (also tagging @hyucks-rose & @onlyseokmins for helping and being along the journey ILY MWAH)

(YES THE OT4 HEADCANONS ARE THE SAME AS THE PU ONES CAUSE THEY’RE IMPORTANT!!)

ot4:

despite them wanting to absolutely ruin you, they waited until you were 100% ready - especially since the first time they got to be with you you were still a virgin

the whole aspect of them wanting to corrupt and ruin you means they’re rough and mean and sometimes it can be overwhelming so they take aftercare very serious (they know that you need a lot of time to recuperate afterwards so they’re always quick to clean you up, and lay with you and even getting you food and water when you finally come out of the haze)

the color system is huge with them!! and there’s a safe word always in place (even if it never gets used it’s always there and neither of you ever forget it)

seungcheol:

look it came as a surprise to seungcheol that he had a corruption kink ok? he wasn’t exactly a fiend for sex and he could care less if you two had gotten intimate like that, he just loved you and loved being around you.. however the first time you fell into bed together was absolute bliss and it opened a flood gate for the both of you (you couldn’t keep your hands off each other)

he always thought you were beautiful, always thought you looked so cute in skirts but he noticed you liked to wear them shorter, liked to bend over and show off your pretty thighs and panties to him and god did it drive him insane, he just loved to bend you over his thigh and smack your ass until you were dripping wet and begging to ride him (however he never gives you the satisfaction of that, instead he makes you ride his thigh until you’re legs are shaking and you can’t keep going)

his hands are always so rough on your hips, his fingers digging into the plush flesh as he moves you to drag your swollen and sensitive clit on the fabric of his pants, his muscles flexing to give you more stimulation and all you can do is whimper and hide your face in his neck where you desperately kiss and suck dark marks

it’s almost like your body is trained to react to him (it kind of is honestly) because he could just be sitting there doing absolutely nothing and he shifts a certain and suddenly your legs are closing as a wave of arousal washes over you (he thinks is cute how just seeing his legs barely being contained in his pants makes you drool)

“you do this to yourself darling, you wear your skirts shorter just to tease me with that cute ass of yours and now it’s all red,” he rubs soothing hands over your stringing ass cheeks before they find their way to your hips again to help you find the rhythm you lost when he removed his hands. “but you like that don’t you? like it when daddy smacks your ass raw just to have you ride his thigh till you’re a crying mess, dripping all over the place.” and all you can do is nod as your legs shake, your thighs squeezing around his one as your orgasm is fast approaching. “ah, you don’t get to cum just yet.” he lifts you up enough so you’re just hovering over his drenched leg, smirking when you squirm and whine about how close you were. “bad girls don’t get what they want, now behave or you’re not gonna cum at all tonight.”

mingyu:

mingyu never really thought about the fact that he was going to be your first, and he always thought it was going to be sweet and soft (because he felt it’s what you deserved to have as your first time having sex) but boy was he wrong

you weren’t oblivious to sex (you’ve definitely had your fair share of orgasms, although they were all self imposed) and youve seen a lot of porn and read a lot of books so you had a pretty decent understanding of what you wanted: and what you wanted was for mingyu to absolutely ruin you

your quiet whimpers about how much bigger he is than you, the slight tummy bulge and the way you can’t make coherent sounds make his brain short circuit and all he can think about is fucking you hard and making you cum as many times as possible before he’s unloading his cum deep inside you

the first time you ever sat on his face he slipped into sub space - he was so overwhelmed with the feeling of you suffocating him with your thighs and your juices flowing down his cheeks and to his neck where it pooped in his collarbones that he couldn’t help but slip away a little (only coming to when you worriedly cleaned him up and brought him water)

^ he might like to ruin you but god does he love it when you inadvertently ruin him

“look at you princess, taking my cock so well,” his hips slap against yours harshly, a strangled moan escaping you at the sheer force of him slamming his cock into you. “so fucking tight yet i fit inside you so perfectly. fuck.” his mouth falls open when your walls flutter around him. “feel that baby? pussy squeezing around me so nicely, it’s like i was made for this pussy, made to ruin it and fuck it till you’re crying that you can’t take no more.” he noses against your jaw when all you can do is whine. “you’d like that, wouldn't you? stupid little whore just wants me to ruin her till she can’t walk the next day, isn’t that right?”

wonwoo:

from day one this man knew he wanted to ruin you, wanted to see you fall apart below him as you take every inch of his cock (something not many have succeeded in doing and god did he lose his mind when he finally bottomed out, the tip nuzzling your cervix deliciously: almost like you were made for him (and in his corrupt little mind you were)

he loved every second of training you to take his cock in both your pussy and mouth (though he still can’t stuff it all in, however he loves the effort you make and he thinks it’s so cute how full your mouth looks as your eyes flutter close and you moan around his cock) but something he loves more is watching you fall apart on other parts of his body

sure he tried thigh riding, it was fun but not pleasing enough for him, and he loves eating you out but he still thinks it’s not fulfilling enough for him.. what is fulfilling enough is watching you make a mess as you drag your poor swollen clit over every ridge of his abs; whining about how strong he is when he flexes his muscles for you (and god does it boost his ego to see his precious little sweetheart fall apart for him like that)

he thinks it’s absolutely delicious how your juices pool in the duvets of his abs and he groans when you move up closer to his chest so he can get a close up of your pussy gliding and coating his skin in a layer of your arousal; he loves even more to make you clean it all up with your mouth, he groans as you keep eye contact while you slowly run your tongue over ever ridge, sucking lightly and leaving faint love bites as you make your way towards his face so you can shower your tongue in his mouth so he can taste you.

“look at you making such a mess sweetheart. you’re so desperate, so needy that you’ll fuck your pussy against anything won’t you?” he groans lowly when you whimper and rock your hips faster against his abs. “fuck princess, im not going anywhere, take your time.” but all you can do is dig your nails into his chest as you keep your fast pace, your orgasm coiling up in your stomach. he flexes his stomach more when he notices the way your eyes flutter as you bite lip, something you do when you’re concentrating on your own pleasure. “that’s it sweetheart, fall apart for me.” he whispers as he keeps flexing to give you more friction against your clit.

vernon:

don’t let his charming smile and pretty laugh fool you, he’s far from an angel (and all he ever seems to think about nowadays is you between his legs, taking every inch of his cock down your throat)

he was always soft and gentle with you at first, your first time together was exactly how he thought it would be, passionate and full of love, but god when you got on your knees for him later he knew he was going to absolutely wreck you (and vice versa)

this man is so whipped for you, and for your pussy, he’ll do pretty much anything you asked him to do and when you asked him to fuck your throat like he fucks your pussy he just about cracked. he’s not gonna lie that he did lose a little self control when he fucked your throat (like actually fucked it) for the first time; and he was only slightly embarrassed when you two had to go to the hospital the next day cause your throat hurt so bad (he has since learned how to be more gentle and careful about it but god he’ll never forget how you got on your knees and begged him to ruin your pretty mouth)

he’ll rest a hand on your throat so he can feel his cock sliding in and out of it as he’s fucking it, and he’ll even squeeze a little eliciting a strangled whine from you and a breathy moan from him; and when he realized you whined because you liked how he squeezed your throat? he never misses a beat now to wrap his pretty fingers around your neck

“what’s wrong angel? is it too much for you? can’t handle having my dick inside you anymore? maybe i should fuck that pretty mouth instead since it can’t seem to make any sounds.” he grips at the underside of your jaw, squeezing your neck a little. your eyes are rolling into the back of your head with every sharp thrust he delivers to your swollen pussy and all you can do is make a pathetic excuse of a moan, your pussy clenching around him and effectively creaming his dick for the umpteenth time that night. “shit, can you handle one more dove? if not i can-“ and just as vernon’s voice was softening, making sure you could physically handle another orgasm you’re wrapping your legs tighter around his waist to pull his hips into yours again, drawing a low groan from him. god you were insatiable, but so was he.

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eyelessfaces · 3 years ago

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you know you love me

eddie munson x reader

part 2

summary: you've always been more or less annoyed by eddie munson, and the man likes to tease you about it. so when your usual drug dealer gives up on you, you have to swallow your pride and ask eddie for a favor.

warnings: drugs, smoking, dependance to weed, reader with anxiety, eddie being a menace to society

tags: gender neutral reader, kinda enemies to lovers (not lovers yet, maybe in part 2 hehe), LOTS of teasing

word count: 2.2k

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Eddie Munson was not the common classmate. Eddie was nothing like a common classmate. Eddie was older than everyone else, bolder than everyone else, more intimidating. He certainly wasn't smarter - he hadn't graduated yet for a reason - but no one dared picking on him for that. He wasn't liked by everyone, this was for sure, but rare were the ones who dared to show it.

So when you, younger than him, shorter than him and as it seemed almost as rebellious as him had the courage to speak back and show your annoyance at him? The man was surprised. It didn't make him angry. It didn't make him want to fight you. He was impressed. It was like he had someone to play with, someone to talk back to. Someone to tease, someone to develop something interesting with.

You, on the other hand, did not see things like that. You really couldn't stand Eddie. He made your blood boil.

At first, it was okay. He was okay. He was just irritating you a bit. Always strutting around with his friends, purposefully scaring younger students and oh, loudly whining about "those fucking stupid rules and comformism!" as he liked to call it. On the ideology, you agreed with him. As much as you hated to admit it, he did say interesting and valid things, but there was something about the way he did it. He looked so proud, so cocky, so sure about himself and so confident, stepping on the tables of the cafeteria during lunch time, ranting so damn loud you couldn't even hear yourself talking to your friends.

And you couldn't stand that. Maybe because he was the whole opposite of you. Maybe you were just jealous of his self confidence you personally never had.

That's when and why "shut the fuck up Munson" became your favorite sentence.

That's when, eyes and mouth wide open, he stopped his rant to take a good look at you, eyeing you up and down before taking a few slow steps to you. The cafeteria was silent, the only thing you could hear was the sound of his chains jingling and a few students whispering to each other. When he saw you didn't step back he understood. He understood who was in front of him and what kind of person was against him. You looked so unbothered it had him baffled. But he was way too proud to admit it.

So he finally broke the tension by giving you a sarcastic toothy grin, hitting your shoulder, throwing a "You know what? I like you!" before laughing in your face.

When he walked away and turned back around to face you again to give you finger guns, you knew it was a point of no return. You knew the man would never give you peace again.

And you were right.

He would make the best out of every opportunity he had to annoy you. Every chance he could get. So you always hit him with the classic "shut the fuck up Munson", but then he had quickly come up with "you know you love me" in return. You didn't think you could hate him more but there it was.

You scratched your jawline and sighed. Did you really have to do it? Fuck, you really had to do it. You threw your head back against the wall and closed your eyes.

You liked to reassure yourself by saying you weren't dependant on weed and it was just to calm your anxiety attacks but now you knew. If it had come to the point where you would buy from the guy you hated the most, you could as well admit you were dependant.

This whole situation was on you, you hadn't exactly been the kindest to your former drug dealer. He trusted you so you allowed yourself to be late for your payments, and you always asked - begged - for more, hitting him with the "it helps with my anxiety, I need it" card. It was true, you weren't lying, but you already owed him a lot so he refused to sell you more until you would pay your debts.

You sighed once more and got up from the floor, grabbed your backpack and got out of the bathroom stall, already fed up just by thinking about what you had to do. You joined your friend and gave her a forced smile to cover up the fact that you were upset. She frowned and tilted her head to the side.

"What's up?" she asked, concerned. She knew you too well, of course she had noticed the fake smile.

You dropped the smile and sighed softly.

"Listen..." you winced. "Can you reach Eddie Munson for me? I really need some weed right now" you said before putting a hand to your forehead. Maybe you were dramatic but you could swear you were getting a migraine from this.

She laughed. "You're serious? I'm not getting involved with your drugs stuff. And I'm certainly not getting involved with Eddie Munson, he is your friend" she said smirking.

You hit her arm playfully before putting your backpack on both of your shoulders.

"Alright then" you huffed, turning to leave the bathrooms.

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Eddie's spot for drugs wasn't so hard to find as it wasn't exactly a secret. It was in the woods entrance next to the school, you even wondered how teachers hadn't heard of it yet. Maybe they didn't care or maybe they bought from him, who knows.

You could see him and his friends chatting at the picnic table. He was sitting on the table, his feet rested on the bench part.

You took a deep breath and walked to the group, trying to act chill when you were actually really tense.

One of his friend nudged him and threw his chin up at you. Eddie looked up at you before smiling widely.

"Look who's here!" Eddie exclaimed. "My favorite Hawkins High student."

You repressed a sigh and slowly walked to them throwing peace signs.

"I'm only seeking peace"

Eddie raised his brows. "No way." he said chuckling. "We were just about to leave" he said turning to his friends, clapping his hands together.

"Uh actually I really need to talk to you" you said before clearing your throat.

He looked back at you and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay..." he muttered under his breath with a frown, puzzled by your words. "Wait for me in the car" he ordered his friends who immediately packed their things to leave. He got up from the picnic table and walked in front of you. "Missed my wonderful face? That's what brought you here?" he asked crossing his arms.

You chuckled. "Yeah no not exactly" you said looking around at his friends leaving the woods, refusing to establish eye contact with him. "Listen, I really need some weed. This is a next level emergency" you affirmed, nervously sinking the tip of your converse in the dirt.

"Yeah I can tell" he said chuckling. "If you've come to the point where you have to ask me" he said pointing at himself laughing lightly.

You smiled against your will and nodded slowly.

He walked back to the picnic table and searched through his backpack.

"I, uh, I'm kinda short on money" you said fiddling with your hands.

"How short?" he asked looking back at you.

"I can probably only pay for half of what you can give me, I already owe to my former dealer. I'm crumbling under a moutain of debts but I really need some weed." you declared, almost whining.

"We can make it work" he said shrugging. "I was gonna smoke one, we can share it and then I'll give you as much as you can pay for"

You nodded. "Yep. Seems fine to me. Thank you"

"My pleasure" he said smiling at you, taking out the stuff he needed to roll a joint.

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He lit it and gave it to you. You didn't restrict yourself for the first huff and took a huge one. You let out a loud groan of satisfaction as the smoke ran out of your lungs and mouth. "Shit she's good, that's some good weed!" you exclaimed eyes wide open, handing him the joint. You could already feel the effects.

"I know right" he said smirking, taking the joint from your fingers before hitting on it. "So" he said blowing the smoke out. "Why do you hate me so much" he said with a sly smirk plastered on his face.

You rolled your eyes.

"You... Uh-" you tried to explain waving your hands around. "Strut."

He laughed and raised his eyebrows at you.

"That's it? That's why you hate me?" he asked pulling on the chain around his neck. You shrugged and raised your hand to grab the joint from his, but he grabbed your wrist before you could do anything. "I have nothing against you you know" he said tilting his head forward.

"Don't touch me" you said under your breath, your look piercing through his brown eyes.

He didn't listen and on the contrary, tightened his grip on your wrist. "I like you actually, I already told you, but you never listen" he hissed between his teeth before eventually letting go of his grip on you and sitting down on the bench.

You chuckled and turned around. "I tend to not listen to guys like you"

"So cynical" he muttered under his breath before smoking again. He passed you the joint and licked his lips before talking. "You know what? I don't get it. You." he said pointing at you.

You chuckled and took a hit of the joint.

Was he really seeing you as a riddle?

"It's not that deep" you said smiling sarcastically at him. "I just don't enjoy having you around like you'd like everyone to, that's it"

He squinted and shrugged.

"It's not that deep too, I just like messing with you. It's funny when you're mad" he said crossing his arms.

You walked to him and looked down at him.

"See? This is why I need drugs"

He bit the inside of his cheek and eyed you up and down.

Shit, that was hot. Was it the weed effect or were you just naturally delusional?

"Yeah and I'm the one giving you them so you should behave" he said looking up at you, his face tilting to the side. You closed your eyes and sighed, you were defeated. He was right, maybe you were being unfair to him. "I'm sure we could get along pretty well if you allowed yourself to let me in"

You opened your eyes back and the corners of your mouth turned into a small smile. He wasn't wrong, and you had to admit you had thought about that a few times.

"Yeah maybe" you said sitting down next to him. "I'll try to be more... pleasant" you said giving him a skeptical smile.

He smiled back at you and cut it off by frowning.

"So hum... anxiety huh?" he gestured to you.

You raised your eyebrows and softened when you got what he meant. Yep, the weed effects were showing up. "Oh hum yeah. Weed helps me calm down a bit. Hence why I'm too tense when I don't have any" you said chuckling. "But I don't think I could ever live without it now" you said giving him a weak smile.

"I'm sorry" he said pursing his lips. "That sucks"

"Yeah. Part of why I hate you is because of how confident you are"

He put an hand to your shoulder.

"I wasn't always like that you know. But when you keep failing your senior year you have to learn how to dominate" he declared shrugging.

"Yeah I'm not surprised" you said laughing. You frowned and opened your mouth a bit when you thought about a detail. "How do you even know I have anxiety?" you asked, realizing you never even mentionned it to him.

He greeted you with a nod. "It's not like it's that hard to see. Before we started smoking you couldn't stop playing with your hands and bouncing on your feet."

"So you're pretty insightful, good to know" you said before smoking one last hit before handing him back the joint.

You got up from your seat and almost stumbled because of the strong weed effect.

"Woah there" Eddie said getting up too, grabbing your arm to prevent you from falling.

"Shit, thanks" you said looking back at him. "It's strong" you said gesturing to the joint he had in hand.

"So you still wanna buy some or did it put you off?" he asked showing his backpack.

"I'm buying" you said searching through your jeans pocket from your money. You took out everything you had and put it on the table. "I'll take whatever you can give me with this"

He nodded and searched through his backpack for a fitting dose. He handed you a pouch and took your money, and you both packed your things to leave.

"Your eyes are really red will you be fine to go back home?" he asked as he put his bag on his back, and you could feel it was genuine concern and not sarcasm.

"Yeah don't worry. Thank you" you said smiling at him, a genuine smile. "For this and everything else. You're not so bad after all" you said shrugging.

A corner of his mouth turned up and his eyes lit up.

"I knew I would get you one way or another!" he exclaimed extending his arm to point at you.

You rolled your eyes to the back of your head. "Shut up Munson" you said sighing, repressing a laugh you were too proud to let out.

He scrunched up his face.

"...You know you love me" he threw with a cocky smile.

You looked at him and couldn't contain your smile.

"Maybe I do" you said shrugging before leaving.

...Maybe you did.

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part 2

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fictionalmenmistress · 4 years ago

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🌸🍡Taehyung with a chubby darling🍡🌸

In which our best boy reacts to having a bashful girlfriend who happens to be volumptous and curvy... and chubby and soft... and he finds it to be SO SEXY she has no ideaaaa! *Y/N insert story!*

Some NSFW but mostly SFW, some angsty self image views, but soft and fluffy praises. Not requested, but I felt like doing it for a little self-gratification since he'd likely be exactly like this... enjoy lovelies~ 😚

All of my work is labelled under the hashtag #fictionalmenmistress, in the tags 🌸🍡🌸

"Hey baby~" Taehyung devilishly smirks, tucking his head into your shoulder.

"AHH!" You shriek, as your boyfriend squeezes you from behind. You pull out your earbuds and pause your music, spinning around to face him before you. "You SCARED me, Taehyung!"

Taehyung softly chuckled, taking you into his arms. "Awwww my baby... I'm sorry." He cooed, not taking your scolding seriously.

You pull your face away from his gentle hands, as he leaned closer to cup your cheeks... but pouts when he's denied.

"What if a sasaeng broke in and grabbed me or something? Its scary enough to be in such a big house all by myself, you know I'm always looking over my shoulder... because I'm scared of ghosts, and stuff going 'bump' in the night."

"But not us going 'bump' in the night, right?" He mischeviously smirks, taking your hand into his, examining your face with half-closed, lulled eyes.

"Taehyungieeee-" you whine, playfully scolding him to pay attention, as a blush surfaces over your whole face. "You know I scare easily."

"I do too, precious." He quietly assures, before groaning. "OKAYYYY, I won't suprise you off guard anymore... no matter how cute or amusing your reaction may be-" he murmured in submission, letting out a long sigh. "Can't I just... hold you now?"

You blush, as he guides your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss against the back of your hand. "I missed you all day... you're usually with me at the studio, or waiting with those yummy muffins after dance practice."

You giggle. "You mean the ones I lie to PD-nim about? Saying they're faux muffins, that are really veggie-based, to enhance protein and carb burning?" You ask, lifting your eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yeah, those ones..." Taehyung sighs with a pout. "All the guys love them... even Mister Bang now."

"He does, doesn't he?" You grimace, remembering the tray you made their boss recently, per-request. "I feel bad about lying, now that he thinks they're okay to eat all the time..."

"NOOO we can't lose our muffins!!" Taehyung playfully whines, clinging onto your arm. "He'll make us diet if he knowssss!"

"It sounds like you miss my muffins more than me." You smirk.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, before planting several, slow kisses, up your arm.

"No, there's nothing I wouldn't give to have you by my side. Every day... muffins or no muffins." He giggles, towering over you and gazing into your eyes. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Tiger. I had been needing to do some artwork for my webtoon panels." You smile, booping his nose. "I'm trying to build an audience for my own work!"

Taehyung gently groans, pulling you in close by your waist. "You know... I can reccomend it to army on weverse or twitter. You've always been the best story teller I know... so its not like I'd be making up any praises about how amazing it is..."

You run your fingers through his soft hair, as he nuzzles into your neck. You can feel his breath slowing, huffing against your skin to breathe you in. He sends a shiver down your spine, slowly squeezing his hands over your hips, almost like... he's kneeding dough.

"Tae... y-you know I want to make something for myself..." you blush, as his hands sensually explore their way up your back. "I want to have self-made sucsess, doing what I love. It means a lot to me, to say that I did it, without anyone's help."

"Mmmm... my pretty little buisness CEO... I love it when you're ambitious and driven."

You scoff, wriggling in his hold. "Oh please, Tae... I'm not little, c'mon." You blush, this time out of embarrasement.

He can feel your body grow stiffened in his arms.

"Why can't I just praise you?" He whispers, almost saddened that you won't accept the admiration.

He leans back and stares into your eyes, with a small childish pout of dissapointment on his lips. His eyes are big and glossy as they penetrate your soul... like that of a puppy.

Its so wonderfully strange how he can look so intimidating and sexy sometimes... then all of a sudden so soft and baby-ish.

And right when he had you where he wanted you, softening your attention to be on him and distracted... of COURSE he would try to snag a move on you again. There went his large, manly hands... gently gripping and easing into a subtle squeeze on your waist skin... before sliding so slowly and delicately down to your bubbly buttcheeks.

Ah those thick buns and 'thicc' thighs. You love them then you hate them... they jiggle when you move, they always have. And... they have those small dimples in them. You always felt hesitant to let your boyfriend touch the soft spots, worried he may be turned off by the texture of your squishy skin, or how your body isn't tight like his own body. And yet... his gaze and hands always wandered there most... he was so needy for those areas, always trying to weasel his way into exploring them.

You were pretty confident about your big breasts, however. Those didn't make you feel like 'too much' for him. Well... besides the faded stretchmarks from them growing so quickly during middle school. Puberty... it just kinda hit you like a truck. You went from looking like a scrawny child to looking like a shapely woman with a baby doll face.

Parents would get mad at you trick or treating, assuming you were a college student dressing up and requesting candy. And those pervy older men were always such a pesty, creepy problem. All this to say, you became very aware of your body, very fast. Your other classmates were still skinny and shapeless, with more boxy frames than curvy frames, and none of the boys in your class ever seemed to be attracted to you, over the girls like them.

As Taehyung has said once before though... a young boy wants to knaw on bones, while a grown man hungers for the meat.

"Did you just compare me to meat?" You asked him after the fact.

"No! No... that's not what I..." He giggled, shaking his head. "Its just an old saying, that I only really understood when I grew up. Basically, women with shape are the sexiest to men... but teenage boys are attracted to a more child-like, thinner look." he quietly said.

His words echoed through your head, before you attention re-gathered in the moment happening now.

"You're little to me..." he innocently cooed.

Yes, I suppose height-wise you were shorter than your tall boyfriend. But you always wondered if you looked too... big... standing next to him. He was so lean... with practically no fat on his firm, toned body. But you were soft all over. And seeing Taehyung at award shows... surrounded by all of those dainty, tiny girlgroup idols... they looked like they could fit in his hands. But you... you felt so big sometimes, with your foreign genetics.

Taehyung never seemed to care, and he never said anything but praises, but you still wondered in the back of your mind. Did he think you were too much for him?

Taehyung liked a challenge. The more you shyed away, the more he pressed into you, cradling you in his grasp. (He knew the difference between you being shy versus being non-consenting, and NEVER went against your limits or desires. He read people quite well, especially you...)

"Taehyung..." you gulped, feeling your lips trembling to get the words out. "D-do you think I'm... f-fat?" You stammer. The look on his face is almost appalled, angered. Who would make you have such a false impression?

"What?" He repeated. "Fat? Absolutely NOT." He corrected, tilting up his chin confidently.

"B-but... according to Korean standards..." you muttered, beginning to ramble now that pandora's box had been opened. "I'm-"

"Don't say it." He coldly ordered. "Korean beauty standards are unrealistic and drive even the skinniest and prettiest of Korean women to get surgeries that promise an 'ideal image'. But, everyone is perfect exactly as they are. I know you know that, and you know I know that too. So, screw what advertising comanies call the 'ideal image' in my country or yours. Ideal image, my ass."

"Taehyung!" You gasp, suprised that he swore. Your boyfriend wasn't one to swear... it was a rare quality about him.

The way he worded it made you chuckle at a realization.

"Well, your butt is indeed the ideal image..." you murmured, making Taehyung smirk to see you amused and feeling a little better.

"I'm glad you think so, Jagiya~" he cooed, guiding you to the couch without his arms leaving your waist. You trusted him wholly, to guide you backwards, or anywhere.

Taehyung suddenly slipped his arm under one of your knees, making you yelp as he pulled your thigh up against the side of his body. He confidently smiles all the while, his intimate gaze never leaving your eyes. You feel his hand squeeze the thigh, and you could tell he was doing it less for support to lift you onto the couch, and moreso to feel your volumptuous form in his grasp. Ohhh he loved your thighs... your soft, lovely thighs...

He slowly leaned into you, guiding you to recline back onto the expensive, large, comfy couch.

You giggled, as he leaned all of his body onto you, squishing you playfully under him.

"Taehyung!" You laughed. "You're squishing me!"

"I want all of my body to be against your perfect body." He sweetly grinned. "There's not an inch of me that doesn't belong to you."

"Well, you're suprisingly heavy..." you playfully pout, succumbing to the comortable pressure his body was pressing into you. It was arousing, actually...

"And you're suprisingly light." He gently remarked, flipping you both so you were on top of him. You knew he didn't mean that in a bad way.

"Or you're just strong..." you sighed.

"Maybe I'm strong... but your body is perfect to me. The way you FEEL..." he began, greedily squeezing his palms over the softest parts of your thighs. "The way you LOOK..." he hungrily growled, almost an octive deeper... sending a shiver through your core as he drank in the image before him. His eyes widened as they scanned over your bouncing large breasts in his view, as he watched you sit up, straddling him as he lied there. The smile on his face was pleasured, pleased. He was a happy man to have you on top of him, no matter how light or heavy you were... he WANTED you to press your lovely form into him. "The way you walk... so bouncy and sexy... I feel jealous about how the hyungs check you out when your back is turned." His voice turned devilishly lower... deeper... as if wrathful for revenge. "Its a crime that any man gets to see your godess-like form standing before them, besided me."

"Th-they do that?" You blush, not realizing the rest of the boys saw you in that way.

"Mhmm... all of them do. Its soooo not fairrr..." he grumbled under his breath, almost purring as he took in the sight of your squishy tummy against his chest, and your juicy thighs around him. "Kitten~" he desperately sighed. "I get so HARD, just IMAGINING how you look IN clothes that cover you completely... let alone the f-fantasies of you naked~" he humms, with a hitch in his breathy whispers.

"Hh-huhh..." he sighs, his breath hitching again, as his eyes lazily roll into the back of his head, before re-drifting back down onto you. Just the remembrance gets him THAT hot and bothered??

"For realsies?" You coyly, bashfully ask.

"Of course, kitten. Would I lie to you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

"Maybe... if it would make me feel better..." you dissapointedly assume.

He sits up, supporting himself on one of his arms, making his chest press against your breasts through your shirt. You were face to face now... just staring into one another's eyes.

"NEVER." He assured. "I would never lie to you. There's no reason for me to lie to make you feel better, Jagi. You're literally a goddess."

You feel your cheeks flume red. "G-goddess?"

"Yes! Renaissance masters didn't sculpt ideal greek godess statues with soft curves for nothing..." he grumbled, blushing at the sight of your innocent face.

"Ohh Taehyungie..." you dreamily sighed, leaning fully against his chest as he slowly lowered you both down, to lie against one another horizontally.

"The way our bodies are so different... the way yours is so soft comared to how hard and stiff mine is... its perfect." He gently cooed. "I'm surpised that you're so comfy in my arms."

"Oh Tae, you're my safe place. I love how you feel... I love how you hold me." You intimately whispered.

He stared deeply into your eyes, as a gentle smile rested on his admiring, sculpted, handsome face.

"Didn't you find me during our Love Yourself era?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Mhmm." You responded, rapidly nodding your head up and down in such a soft, innocent way.

Taehyung giggled, endeared at your cuteness. "Okay then. I want you to love yourself... because I love you. All of you."

He gently lifted your loose shirt up enough to grab onto your waist, running his hands slowly down the sides of you, to squeeze your soft tummy in his hands, his eyes practically glistening with desire.

"Ever inch of you... every hair, every patch of skin, every tint and shade, every texture. You belong to me, and you're the sexiest being in existance. And all of me belongs to you, only you, forever. Alright?" He romantically assured, gazing hopelessly into your eyes.

The soft smile that pulled into his lips, let you know the fullest sincerity of his tone. "Okay." You smile, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

Slowly, passionately you kissed, deepening the intimate act with every second. Soon enough, your hands were running all over one another, tilting your heads to reach your tongues into the deepest parts of your mouth. Body to body... you both were perfect, together and apart, exactly as you are... he loved you.

🌸 the end 🌸 (for more, visit my hashtag: #fictionalmenmistress in the tags 🥰 requests and headcannons are also open!)

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qianinterprises · 4 years ago

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WayV Reaction: to you flirting with their younger sibling

Pairing(s): WayV x Reader

Genre: crack, fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.9k

Author's Notes: Hello anon! I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request! I really hope I interpreted your request accurately! And thank you! I'm so glad you like my content! (I also want to mention that I used younger brother for all of them because I thought the request said brother until I went back and looked. Then I didn't want to change everything I'd just written so I just went with it. I'm sorry).

Tagging: @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon

Kun:

Shortly after Kun was announced to be joining NCT in 2018, he also found out that his mother was expecting a second child, which, naturally, came as quite a shock. He was already an adult. Had his mother decided on more children when he was younger, a teenager even, he wouldn't have even batted an eye! But his little brother or sister would be 22 years younger. That was just weird.

However, that didn't stop Kun from nervously sitting in the waiting room holding your hand the day his little brother was born, vowing to always protect the sweet little bundle of joy.

It was that promise that led to where you both were now, Kun holding his babbling three year old brother in his arms as the boy waved to his retreating mother.

"I'll pick him up tomorrow morning," she called over her shoulder as the door closed behind her.

"So what do you want to do now?" Kun asked, looking between you and the little boy squirming in his arms.

"I wanna dance with (y/n)!" the little boy declared, wiggling out of Kun's hold and reaching for you.

Laughing, you took hold of the boys hands and led him into the center of the room, sending Kun a wide grin as he played music on his phone.

"It would be an honor to dance with you kind sir," you responded in an overly posh voice, taking his smaller hands in yours and spinning around the living room.

He let out a giggle as you spun him around before picking him up in your arms and swaying to the new, now reasonably slow song.

"You're an even better dancer than your brother!" you cooed.

The boy beamed at you.

"Hey!" Kun argued, biting back a laugh as you turned to look at him.

"You can't go stealing my significant other away from me!" Kun said, playfully glaring at the young boy in his arms.

Said boy, seeming to take his confidence from to much time spent with Ten, leaned up and pressed a kiss to your cheek, smirking at his brother.

"Wait for me to get older!" he said before squirming out of your hold.

"I'll wait forever, my prince," you laughed, placing him on the floor, watching him run over to YangYang, who had just entered the room. The maknae leaning down to scoop the boy up, disappearing back into his own room.

Kun stood up from his place on the couch and placed a kiss to your cheek.

"He really likes you," he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

You just smiled, resting your head on his shoulder as his hips suddenly began to sway to the music still playing, coaxing you to follow his lead as he danced you around the living room.

"I'm a much better dancer," he whispered.

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips in response.

Ten

The whole world knew that Ten had a younger sister. She was never hidden away, taking her camera confidence from her older brother as she took the newfound attention that came with her celebrity brother in stride. What the world didn't know, however, was that Ten also had a younger brother, one year younger than his sister. A brother that was extremely shy, choosing to hide behind his older sister rather than face the limelight.

Both had been over to visit the dorm countless times, though Ten's sister could only visit when Yukhei wasn't in the dorm after the large man had gotten slightly drunk and stupidly confessed to finding his ge's sister incredibly hot. His brother, on the other hand, was always welcomed and often found himself visiting once every few months for a week when WayV had a little less packed schedules.

You and Ten had picked the younger boy up from the airport two days prior and he'd been laughing and goofing off with the other members (especially Sicheng, to Ten's surprise). Today, however, the younger boy had been surprising glued to your side, always offering to get you a drink or a snack or share a blanket with you, which only made the older boys grow smirks as they not so subtly teased the boy.

"I think he likes you," Ten muttered, eying the boy retreating to the kitchen to grab a water.

You nodded, leaning against your boyfriend and desperately trying to surpress your giggle, not wanting the boy to feel awkward or bullied.

"I don't like it."

You slapped Ten's chest softly.

"Let him be, it's puppy love!" you cooed.

"Puppy love or whatever. You're mine."

You rolled your eyes at the older boys antics and gave his brother a soft smile upon his return, taking the water he offered you.

"Thank you, sweetheart. You're so nice!" you grinned, reaching up to lightly ruffle the boys hair.

Pink dusted his cheeks and he looked down, but he couldn't had his growing smile.

Ten gently elbowed you in the side and pulled you closer to hiss in your ear.

"Flirt with him again and I'll make sure he hears you screaming my name later," he hissed in your ear.

"Come on Ten! He's your brother for goodness sake! It's not like he's going to ask me out. It's harmless!" you argued back.

Ten let out a grumble and turned back to the television, tugging you closer slightly.

"You're going to be the death of me," he grumbled.

WinWin

The day Sicheng found out that he had a half brother on his father's side, he didn't know how to feel. On one hand, he ecstatic. He'd always wanted a younger brother. On the other, what was he supposed to do with this information. His estranged father had never had any intention on telling him that he had a brother, so why now.

It seemed the answer was easy enough to figure out as the eight year old boy was suddenly dropped off at the dorm after Sicheng had been blindsided to watch the male while his father and his step-mother went on a seven day cruise.

While Kun had promised that it was fine, Sicheng knew the leader would rather do other things than help Sicheng take care of an eight year old on their only week off, so Sicheng had called you to come help, promising that he'd take you out for a fancy dinner if you helped him babysit for the week.

You didn't need promises to spend time with your boyfriend, even if it was babysitting.

When you entered the dorm, the first thing you noticed was Sicheng's younger brother playing game with Kunhang on the living room television, and from the looks of it, the eight year old was killing it.

"I win again!" the little boy declared as Kunhang gaped at the television.

"I- how-" he muttered.

"You must be really good to beat Kunhang!" you piped up, sending the younger male a teasing smile.

To the new voice, the eight year old looked up and the controller dropped from his hands.

"Your hot," he declared matter-of-factly.

Your eyes widened. You certainly hadn't been expected that, but a small laugh bubbled from your lips.

"Your not so bad yourself," you retorted with a wink.

"Are you flirting with my brother?!" Sicheng asked, voice sounding scandalized as he approached the two of you, holding a small cup filled with fruit punch for the young boy.

"How can I not when his looks rival his brothers." you responded, sending a wink to the young boy before pressing a kiss to Sicheng's cheek.

The boy had red rising to his cheeks and he took a sip on punch to distract himself as he awkwardly toed at the floor. Kunhang let out a boisterous laugh from his place on the couch.

"This is so weird and so comically!"

"Bet I can beat you again even with this hot person sitting beside me! They'll give me good luck!" the boy decreed, hoping up onto the couch beside the other member.

"Don't call my signifiant other hot!" Sicheng whined.

You gave Sicheng another peck to the cheek and leaned against him.

"Let him have his fun," you muttered, reaching down to grab Sicheng's hand in yours.

Lucas

Yukhei and his younger brother had always been somewhat close. They spoke on a regular basis and his brother had certainly spent time at the dorms, but he was also a busy person.

Unlike Yukhei, who had given up taking over his fathers company to be an idol, his brother was being groomed by their father to be the next CEO of said company, which meant that the boy didn't come around a whole hell of a lot. Which also played into the reason why he'd never meant his brothers significant other. That is, until you opened the door to the dorm while Yukhei was being scolded by Kun for letting Bella pee in the house again.

"Can I help you?" you asked, eying the tall man.

Right away, you knew this person had to be related to Yukhei in some way. They two were practically identical. This man might just be a little shorter and not quite as stocky.

"I believe it is I who can help YOU, beautiful," he said.

Immediately, your cheeks heated up from the awkwardness. Clearly this man had no clue that you were sleeping with his brother. Or maybe he did and he just didn't care.

"I uh... come in... handsome..." you mumbled back awkwardly, having no clue how one should respond to such a greeting.

"So are you their maid or something? Because if you come work for me, I guarantee I can treat you better."

This guy was shameless!

"Uh... the others are this way... But I'm not a maid so..."

He followed behind you into the dorm and you could practically feel his eyes on your ass. You didn't think you liked Yukhei's brother very much.

"Come on babe, I know you're a shy little mouse, but give me something to work with here! Aren't you at all interested!"

"Well... you are handsome. As handsome as your brother but-"

"My brothers got a girlfriend! If you like him, surely you'll like me! Come on, one date!"

"I-I"

"Yeah her boyfriend doesn't really want her going on a date with her boyfriends little brother," Yukhei said, swooping in and draping an arm around your shoulders.

You felt yourself relax into his side, especially as the male in front of you realized the error of his ways.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry! I don't know why I just assumed you were single! Can we start over!" the male requested, getting on his knees to beg for forgiveness.

Ok, maybe this guy wasn't so bad.

"Get up you idiot. You're acting like you've never met a girl before!"

At that, a loud laugh erupted from your lips, making them both look at you.

"It's really ok! You didn't know! Just don't do it again," you laughed.

Xiaojun

The thought of Dejun having a younger sibling was something that had never crossed his mind, especially when he'd turned 16. He just never considered his parents would want to have more children until his mother informed him that she was, in fact, pregnant once again. Six years later, he didn't get to spend much time with his baby brother, but when he did, he tended to make the most of it. So when his mother offered to let Dejun babysit for the afternoon while she did some shopping, he couldn't have been happier. Especially because you'd finally get to meet the little boy.

When he was dropped off, you were blown away by the cute little boy that you immediately pulled him from Dejun's arms, cuddling him to your side.

"You are the most precious thing I've ever seen!" you cooed.

The boy cuddled against your side and placed a kiss on your cheek, one that had you beaming.

"You're so handsome! When you get older, you're going to have all the heads turning, just like your big brother!"

The boy giggled at that and wrapped his arms around your neck, hugging you tightly.

"Can I date you too when I get older?" he asked.

Dejun scoffed in the back of his throat, but you could see the fond smile on his face.

"Why of course you can! Unless you already have a partner!" you beamed, ruffling the boys hair.

At that, Dejun crossed his arms over his chest and stared at you with a pout.

"I don't wanna share," he whined.

You rolled your eyes at him, letting out a small little laugh as you pressed a kiss to his little brother's forehead and patted his back, sending him off to Kun, who promised to make the younger boy ramen for lunch.

"Are you seriously jealous of your little brother?"

"You shouldn't flirt with other guys," he whined.

You cooed at the male and leaned in close to press a soft kiss against his lips.

"You're the only one for me baby," you promised, laughing as you overheard the younger boy requesting that Kun make you a bowl as well.

"He's getting too attached," Dejun mumbled.

You kissed his lips again and took hold of his hand.

"I'm yours babe, and nothing is going to change that," you promised.

Hendery

Kunhang thought his parents must really like having children. And, to be fair, his childhood had been a pretty happy one. However, he was the youngest of four and the only boy. He was the baby and it showed. He was constantly being doted on by his parents and even his sisters who, at one point, would dress him up in make-up and make him pretend to be their fourth sister.

However, all of that changed when Hendery was 10 and news of his mothers pregnancy reached his unwitting ears. He had been angry. Angry because his youngest sister had told him "horror stories" of what it was like for her when he was born. He wasn't exactly ready. However, when his brother was born, he had a friend. Even if said friend was 10 years younger.

Now, a twelve year old boy sat perched on the couch between Kunhang and Ten, eyes glued to the television as they watched Harry Potter for the thousandth time.

"Does anyone want anything to eat? I'm going to make a sandwich," you called.

When no one responded, you set to the kitchen to put your own sandwich together when a figure suddenly appeared behind you.

"I bet your sandwiches are delicious! Could you make me one?" he asked.

You glanced back to give him a wide grin.

"Sure thing honey bunches! What would you like on it?"

He listed off everything he wanted on the sandwich and you set to work assembling it for him. You sliced the sandwich in half triangle style the way you usually ate your sandwiches and gave him a wide smile.

He sat down at the island and took a large bite, humming a little over-exaggeratedly at the flavor.

"It's so good!" he said.

You laughed and ruffled his hair before opening the fridge and handing him a 12 ounce bottle of coke.

"Only the best for you! Gotta keep those muscles growing if your gonna play spots when you get older!"

"Mom says I'm made for the soccer field! She wants me to try out to be a professional player! But I want to be an idol like Kunhang!"

What he said surprised you. Kunhang hadn't told you his little brother had interest in joining the entertainment industry.

"I'm sure you'd be great at it!" you encouraged.

"Do you think I'd fit in with NCT?" he asked.

"Are you kidding? You'd put them all to shame with your looks and talent! No one could beat you!"

"What are we talking about?" Kunhang asked, moving up behind you and wrapping an around around your waist.

You picked up half of your sandwich off your plate and offered it to him, to which he took a bite straight from your hand.

"He's interested in joining the entertainment industry!" you beamed.

Kunhang looked over at him, eyebrow raised.

"Ok, but stay away from my partner with those good looks and talent that could put us all to shame," he mocked, kissing your temple before plopping down beside you.

YangYang

YangYang was born five minutes earlier than his identical twin brother, which he had kept a secret from the prying eyes of the fans. His brother, while sharing his same facial features and eyes, was very different from YangYang.

His twin was more introverted and, unlike YangYang, had 0 interest becoming an idol. Rather, he wanted to become a veterinarian to go along with his love of animals. So, when YangYang went away to train, his brother was taking medical classes and it just never made sense for either of them to mention each other, specifically because YangYang's twin didn't care much for access media attention.

The members, however, were very aware of YangYang's twin, although they'd found out the hard way when his brother had come to visit and Sicheng had accidentally yelled at him to get his "damn shoes out of the hallway."

It had been hysterical when it was all said and done and his twin had quickly bonded with the older boys, letting them pull him out of his shell to find the energetic boy that liked to compete with YangYang on everything.

While you knew that YangYang had a twin brother, and that they were identical, the thoughts didn't cross your mind as you showed up at the dorm to spend time with YangYang. When Dejun opened the door, he informed you that YangYang was finishing up a shower and would be out soon, directing you to his bedroom.

When you walked in, however, you found "YangYang" sitting on his bed playing a game on his phone. Assuming he'd gotten out of the shower before Dejun had realized, you thought nothing of it and sauntered over to the boy, taking his phone out of his hands and plopping down on his lap.

"I missed you," you said, leaning back against him, letting your head rest against his collar bone.

"I um..." the boy stammered.

You'd never known YangYang to get flustered, but chopped it up to the members being in the dorm.

"What's wrong baby? Cat got your tongue?" you cooed, sending him a mischievous wink as you purposefully wiggled your bum on his lap.

"I-I"

"What the hell is going on?!" a very familiar voice tore through your reverie and your eyes shot up to the door where... YangYang stood, towel wrapped around his waist, another drying his hair.

"YangYang?!" you gaped, jumping off the lap you were sitting on. "But who?!" you turned back to the man on the bed and then it dawned on you.

YangYang had mentioned earlier in the week that you should come by to meet his twin brother. Somehow, that had slipped your mind and now...

"Oh my God!! I am so sorry!" you screeched, voice going up an octave as your cheek flushed a bright red.

The boys shared a look before both burst out laughing, doubling over with hilarity as your cheeks burned.

"This has got to be the best mix up I've ever seen!" the real YangYang cackled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him.

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attllhak · 3 years ago

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So I just got settled after getting home from camping, and I had forgotten that I hadn’t posted this before I left. I remembered in the middle of the weekend and felt bad, but I ended up not having time the morning I left. So have it now, since I did promise it!

Also, @tortilla-of-courage I promised to tag you in all the merAU stuff I posted, and so I’m tagging you. We now figure out what happened to Warriors.

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“Is he alive?”

“Yeah, you can see him breathing,”

“What is he even doing here?”

“I don’t know, I just found him,”

“We should tell Grandma,”

“Obviously, but we can’t leave him either,”

“Oh, I can go tell her, and you can watch him!”

“Oh that’s a good idea!”

“Okay, I’m gonna, hey! He’s waking up!”

“Huh?”

Warriors squeezed his eyes and blinked, squinting at the sun above him.

A pair of round faces appeared over him. Kids, probably.

He groaned, reaching a hand up to his head. He tried to remember what had happened.

He’d been with his pod, and a ship came by. Poachers. They singled him out, and their captain had him fished out of the water. The rest of his pod tried to help, but the poachers had guns and harpoons. He had seen at least one of his pod mates impaled by one of the harpoons through their tail.

His pod had no choice but to flee.

He remembered sitting in a net for hours under the sun until he’d dried and his scales began to flake.

Eventually he was swung onto the deck and dropped there. He had managed to pull himself onto shaking arms when his face had been wretched up, sharp nails digging into his cheeks.

He immediately felt sick when the woman, the captain of the ship, looked at him. It felt like he was being examined, like some kind of object on display. He felt oddly exposed under her gaze.

It was only years of training as a guard for his pod that allowed him to keep from panicking.

“Oh aren’t you pretty,” the human purred, and Warriors struggled to swallow. “You’ll look so pretty in my home,”

I’m going to die, he had thought.

Her plan for him was worse.

This woman, Cia, wanted a pet. Some pretty mer she could dress up in fancy things and put on display for all her guests to awe at.

He learned this after he was shackled to the deck with a thick chain attached to a cuff on his arm. Occasionally someone would be by to dump a bucket of water on him, but only after another woman, who looked very similar to the captain, warned that he’d be dead by the time they got to shore if they didn’t.

By the time the sun finally set, he’d been laid out flat on the polished wood, his skin and scales burned from the sunlight and lack of water, feeling dizzy and unfocused.

Sun sickness, he’d heard some of the merrow in their pod talk about it. He never thought he’d have it.

Once the sun had well set, the woman who had told them he needed water returned with keys.

Had he been stronger, he would have tried to fight her off. As it stood, all he could manage was to bare sharp teeth at her.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t realize she’d be so cruel. I’m going to report her when we dock, but the authorities don’t release poached mer. So I’m getting you out tonight,”

He watched as she undid the shackle on his arm, and he dragged it slowly back to himself, trying to comprehend that.

He hissed and squirmed when she started dragging him, his burned skin and scales awake with pain as they ran over the unforgiving surface.

They got caught by one of the other poachers, and he and the woman argued and shouted. The poacher had some kind of fire, and didn’t hesitate to attack them.

He was thrown overboard, but the fire still hit his arm. He screamed, the first sound since he was brought aboard, and fell.

The cold water was a shock to his sun burned body, and he was out in an instant.

Well, the sun sickness explained his headache. And why his body was aching.

“Who,” he tried to croak, but his throat felt like it was lined with coral and filled with sand, and speaking hurt.

He went to move his hand to it, but cried out in further pain as the fire burns shifted on the sand. He squeezed his eyes shut to beat back tears, all but whimpering in pain.

“Go get Grandma! Now!” One of the kids, the boy, shouted, and he heard a splash as the girl left.

He was on a shore, not land, since he could now feel the water lapping at his tail. He moved his right hand over his body, reaching for where his left arm stung and stabbed with pain.

“Hey! Don’t do that!” Small hands grabbed his wrist and he opened his eyes again, blinking to see around tears at the boy leaning over him. “Don’t worry, help will be here soon,”

He decided to believe that, focusing on the boy’s face to try and distract himself from the pain.

The boy was young, maybe twelve or thirteen. Big, bright blue eyes, and sun bleached blonde hair. The boy was grinning, but visibly nervous.

‘Who are you?’ He flashed, not wanting to deal with his damaged throat.

“Me?” The boy blinked. “My name is Link! Do you have a name?”

Warriors smiled. ‘My name is also Link, but I’m not the only Link in my pod. They called me Warriors,’

“That’s such a cool name!” Link grinned.

Warriors smiled.

It took too long, as far as he was concerned, for help to arrive. Wind, Link’s new nickname since he wanted a cool name too, had done his best to keep Warriors distracted, when a very old mer climbed onto the beach next to them.

She hissed when she pressed a hand to his head, and Warriors found himself following her hand when it pulled away, chasing the cool wetness with a weak whine.

“Sun sickness,” she pronounced in an old, creaking voice. “And some very bad burning. He needs medical help,”

She slipped back into the water and the young girl replaced her.

Not long after he found himself gently, but no less painfully, picked up by a pair of merrow and transported back into the water.

He couldn’t help the whimper of relief as he felt the water around his body again, and did his best to bite back any cries of pain as they washed the sand from his body and burns. His spaulder was removed so they could treat his injuries, but he was promised its return.

He was far too gone to care about his property anymore, gripping the arm of one of the merrow supporting him with his good hand and pressing his head to their soft, cool skin.

They helped him down into the water, and set him up in an underwater cave where the sun couldn’t reach him. It was cool, and dark, and Warriors almost instantly curled up and passed out again.

He was in and out of consciousness for the next few days, hiding curled up in the coldest corner of his cave and letting healers come in and out to treat his burns. His skin peeled and scales flaked due to the sunburns, and they rubbed cooling salves into the burns. They treated the burn on his arm with even more care.

When he finally properly came to, he spent a long moment sitting in his cave and looking himself over.

His left arm had been pretty badly scarred, and the fin was frayed and damaged, but hadn’t been cut short. That surprised him a bit, he knew a few people whose fins were so badly damaged that it was better for their health to cut them shorter and he would have figured that had happened. Maybe this pod didn’t do fin cuttings for some reason?

The rest of his burns had healed well, and his throat didn’t feel like hurting him anymore.

He looked up when a mer snuck in, and he smiled when he saw Wind.

‘Hi, Wind,’ he waved, smiling.

This was when he noticed Wind’s fins were much smaller than his, and his scale pattern was different.

Wind was a coastal mer.

That explained the lack of fin cutting.

‘Are you feeling better?’ Wind asked, giving up all form of secrecy as he approached and plopped down right next to Warriors. He guessed Wind wasn’t supposed to be here.

Warriors shrugged. ‘More aware than I was before,’

‘That’s good!’ Wind grinned. ‘I’m sorry we couldn’t fix your fin,’

Warriors lifted his arm, frowning at the damaged fin. ‘You tried to fix it?’

‘Yeah?’ Wind tilted his head, equally confused. ‘Why? What did you expect us to do?’

‘Cut it back,’ he answered honestly. ‘It’s too damaged to save, so back in my pod we would have just cut back the fin and got rid of the damaged parts,’

Wind looked horrified. ‘Why would you do that?!’

Warriors blinked back, not sure what was so bad about what he said.

‘We have very big fins,’ he tried to explain. ‘Dragging around damaged fins can be really annoying, and sometimes detrimental to your health. So anything we can’t heal, we usually cut back,’

Warriors and Wind shared a long look.

They agreed not to talk about it anymore.

‘What happened to you?’ Wind asked instead. ‘Aryll and I found you on the beach and you were really out of it. Gran said you might not remember that,’

‘I do remember that,’ Warriors smiled. ‘Thank you for that, by the way. You didn’t have to help me, but I’m grateful that you did,’

Wind shook his head. ‘Of course I had to help you! You needed help!’

Warriors ruffled Wind’s hair, laughing at the squawk Wind made. ‘You’re a good person, Wind,’

Wind huffed, fixing his hair. ‘So, what did happen to you? We don’t get a lot of tropical mer around here,’

Warriors frowned. Just how far was he from his pod?

‘I, uh, I didn’t leave my pod willingly,’ he didn’t want to scare Wind at all, considering he didn’t know if poachers frequented this area or not.

‘You were kidnapped,’ Wind nodded.

Sure, they could say that.

‘Something like that, yes,’ Warriors nodded. ‘I was on a ship for a while, and the humans weren’t very good at keeping me hydrated. One of them took pity on me, and dumped me over the side once the sun set. I, don’t remember anything after that, until you and your sister found me on the beach,’

Wind reached out and, after a second of hesitation, wrapped his arms around Warriors in a hug. ‘I’m sorry. Usually the bad humans don’t come here,’

Warriors startled a bit, he didn’t usually get hugs from people, but he carefully set his arms down around Wind in turn, not even trying to fight the soft smile on his face.

He liked this kid, he thought.

Wind was chased out by healers not long after, apparently he’d been slipping in and making a nuisance of himself since Warriors arrived, and they looked him over and asked more questions.

After a while, the healers left and the very old mer from earlier returned. Her blue scales had been dulled by age, and her grey hair was pulled up in a bun. She squinted at him through the wrinkles in her face, and he instinctively straightened up. This woman was the matriarch of her pod.

‘My grandson told me you were aware,’ she flashed at him.

He nodded, trying his best to be polite.

‘He also told me you were kidnapped,’ she continued. ‘By humans,’

‘Poachers,’ he confirmed. ‘I got lucky,’

She nodded. ‘Do you know how far you traveled?’

‘I don’t,’ he shook his head, and looked down to his hands. ‘I don’t even know how long I’ve been away from my pod,’

‘A while at least,’ she said once he looked up again. ‘You’ve been out of it for a few days here, and we don’t know when you washed up on the beach. Not to mention that there aren’t any tropical mer pods nearby,’

Warriors nodded, looking down again.

He was probably very far from his pod, and it would take a long, long time to find them again. He wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of heading out into the open ocean with no direction either. Who knows how far he’d traveled. Who knows how far he’d travel in order to find his pod again. If he found his pod again. He might never get back to them.

He looked up when a gentle hand rested on his shoulder.

‘Don’t look so defeated,’ the old mer smiled at him. ‘We’ll help you get back to your pod. And until we find them, you can stay with us,’

Warriors looked at her, kind and helpful and comforting, and smiled back. He nodded.

He could do that.

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Warriors got his spaulder back, and was quickly sussed out by this pod’s, very lacking, guard, and ended up employed. Mostly he was just retraining them, since they needed some help.

He liked having a spear in his hands again. It was a relief to be able to have a weapon.

Wind and Aryll had both attached themselves to him as well, and after a week they were introducing him as their very pretty big brother. Wind had even managed to convince Warriors to teach him how to fight.

Some days Warriors didn’t even mind that he might never get back to his original pod.

He did learn that Wind happened to be friends with a human pirate, however, and that stressed him out immensely.

Maybe he should talk to that therapist Gran had suggested he see. He hadn’t had issues with his podmates speaking to the marine researchers before he was poached.

But, pirates.

It never hurt to be cautious.

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wonderwomanfantasy · 4 years ago

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Pain in my ass

Here you go you horny bastards a second part to this fic.

Atsumu x reader Osamu x Reader

warnings: smut, dirty talk, breeding kink, Daddy kink, cheating??? kinda,

words: 3,100 (about) (at least it’s shorter) summary: Fuck it, Atsumu’s a dick why not find someone who treats you better?

You had gotten pretty close to Osamu in recent months. You’d bonded with him over annoying his brother. You were more than happy to run into the Silver-haired boy in between your classes.

“Morning Osamu, It’s been a while,” you greeted cheerily. He waved back and swallowed the mouth full of food he’d been chewing.

“Morning, and don’t blame me, I’ve been explicitly told I’m not allowed to hang out with you,” he said wrapping his arms around you in a quick friendly hug.

“Really Atusumu told you not to see me?” you asked disbelievingly.

“Yep, he doesn’t want me stealing you away,” you scowled at that.

“And what right does he have to be so possessive? We aren’t even friends let alone dating,”

“He likes you,” Osamu shrugged. That pissed you off

“Not enough to stop sleeping around,” you snapped. Osamu held his hands up in a ‘ don’t be mad at me’ way.

“You know he only does that to make you Jealous, He’d drop every other girl on campus for you,” He insisted. You rolled your eyes as your face heated up with embarrassment. “Seriously, My brother is a dick but he’d never hurt you.”

“Maybe I just don’t want to date him okay? Whether he’d hurt me or not,” you snapped crossing your arms defensively over your chest. Osamu smiled at you and you were struck with how much he looked like his brother. You knew they were twins but still, that smirk was pure Atsumu.

“Lair,” He accused.

“I’m not lying!” you barked stamping your foot childishly.

“Yeah, okay whatever helps you sleep at night, but if you want to give my brother a taste of his own medicine and make him jealous I’ll help,” he offered. Some of your annoyance dissipated.

“Really?” you asked a little bit of eagerness creeping into your voice. Osamu smiled at you.

“Anything to piss Tsumu off.”

You quickly started to regret agreeing to Osamu’s plan. You were alone in the corner of the room while a party raged on around you. You had never been invited to a ton of parties, mostly just tagging along when your roommate, who was way prettier than you, decided to head out to one. Then you’d spend most of the night clinging to her or better yet, making out with Atsumu.

You felt awkward alone by yourself nursing on your drink. You weren’t even getting hit on by drunk frat brothers because they all knew you as Atsumu’s girl. Speaking of Atsumu, he hadn’t even noticed you were here, he was too busy grinding on some stranger. Not exactly great for the ‘he’s doing this to make you jealous’ theory.

“Sorry for the wait,” Osamu said parting from the crowd and slipping an arm around your waist pulling you from your safe corner before you could even say something.

Osamu pulled you into a throng of dancing people holding you close to his chest so you didn’t get lost. His body was so warm it made you flush. He leaned down and whispered in your ear “loosen up, dance a little bit.”

Your heart pounded to the beat of the music and slowly you started moving. You weren’t the best dancer, but looking around the room it seemed like no one was moving with much grace or elegance.

Osamu moved his hands to your hips and pulled you closer moving his body in tandem with yours. Your hands went around his neck loosely holding him as well.

“Forget about Atsumu, that loser doesn’t deserve you, just pay attention to me,” he whispered his breath tickling your ear. You shuddered. Even if you wanted to disobey him you didn’t think you were capable of it. He was magnetic drawing you to him seemingly without trying.

Osamu slipped his thigh between your legs then pushed your hips down basically making you hump his thigh.

“Kiss me,” he demanded, cupping your face and bringing your lips to his. The minute your mouths connected you forgot you were doing this to make Atsumu jealous, his tongue slipped into your mouth touching yours and making your brain short circuit. Your arms tightened around his neck holding him close, not wanting the kiss to end. But the kiss did end, it ended when Atsumu pulled his brother off of you in fact.

“What the fuck ‘Samu?” the blonde snapped shoving his brother in the chest.

“What’s your deal man? What are you jealous that someone else is making a move on your girl- oh wait she isn’t your girl at all,”

Atsumu punched him square in the jaw and they both went to the floor. You didn’t get to see much of the fight a crowd gathered pushing you to the outskirts until you couldn’t see over the shoulders of people. After a few minutes, Atsumu pushed through the crowd and grabbed you by the arm hauling you out of the party. His normally perfect hair was a mess and his nose was bleeding, but he didn’t seem to care.

You tripped over your own feet trying to keep up with him but he just kept pulling you along until you were out of the Sorority house and in the cool night air. He pushed you against the wall of the house hard enough to knock the breath out of you.

He kissed you roughly, not letting you get a chance to catch your breath. Atsumu forced his tongue into your mouth tinging the kiss with the metallic taste of blood. It was a rush to be kissed like this by him. Your hands went to his hair, your fingers getting lost in the messy waves.

Atsumu pulled back and held your cheeks in his hand squeezing your jaw until your mouth popped open. He spat in your mouth his saliva melting on your tongue. “Swallow,” he ordered and you obediently did as he asked. You’d never seen him look so mad before, you were kind of ashamed to admit that seeing him like this turned you on.

Atsumu shoved his hand down your pants and roughly started finger fucking you. He bit your jaw making you cry out before you slapped a hand over your mouth. “Tsumu someone is going to see,” you hissed shoving at his shoulder.

“Good, let them see, I want everyone to see who’s pussy this is,” he snarled his fingers continuing to coat in your wetness as he pumped in and out of you.

“Did Osamu get you this wet? Does he fuck your whore- cunt as well as I do?” he spat.

“N-No,” you whined.

“Oh, so you let him fuck you?”

“NO!” you shouted. He laughed harshly.

“Stop screaming like that someone might think I’m doing something indecent out here,”

He kissed you stuffing his tongue into your mouth gagging you. You were going to cum. You could feel the ball of pleasure welling up in your core. He laughed when you creamed around his fingers.

“Here I thought you were going to be a good girl and wait to cum around daddy’s cock but I forgot you were a stupid fucking whore who can’t help but cum every time someone even looks at your stupid cunny,” He spat whipping his wet fingers off on his jeans. He moved in to kiss you again but you shoved him away, hard enough that he stumbled back, a little stunned.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you spat with as much venom as you could muster.

“What you get to run around make out with whoever you want but I can’t?” you snapped

“Not with my fucking brother, especially when you’re just doing it to make me jealous!” he shouted. You flushed at his correct accusation.

“And all those girls you fucked they weren’t trying to get under my skin?”

“Fuck you we aren’t dating remember? You shot me down. What right do you have to get jealous of me?”

“What right do you have to get jealous of me?”

Atsumu froze, and the silence stretched between you.

“Fine, fuck whoever you want, but don’t come crying to me when they can’t get you off. In fact, don’t fucking talk to me again you fucking bitch,” he spat. It stung worse than any other insult he’d thrown your way because this time he really meant it.

You bolted past him to your car pulling out of the parking lot and tearing away from this stupid fucking party. You spent most of that night crying.

You really didn’t want to see either of the Miya twins the next day, but things never really went your way did they? You had been walking with your head down when you literally ran into Osamu.

“Hey-” he said apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked just as bad as his brother. With a black eye and a cut on his jaw that was turning green.

“Sorry about last night, that didn’t go according to plan,” he apologized and you ignored him.

“That looks infected,” you said carefully reaching for his face.

“Yeah. I tried to clean it but it didn’t really work,”

“Clean it with what?”

“...Strawberry margarita?”

“Jesus christ Osamu really?”

“Alcohol is supposed to clean wounds right?” you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Come on I’ll clean it for you, this is kind of my fault anyways,” you said taking his hand in yours leading him back to your dorm.

“But- class?” he protested weakly,

“Class is less important than fixing your fucked up face,” you laughed poking the bruise on his jaw lightly.

Osamu sat on your bed while you leaned down and dabbed at his wound with a cotton ball soaked with hydrogen peroxide.

“That stings,” he whined wincing away from your hand.

“I’m sorry,” you said cupping his cheek with your free hand then holding him in place so you could attack him again. “Sorry, you’re such a baby,”

Osamu and you both laughed. And you finished cleaning out the cut, bandaging it properly. “I really am sorry things didn’t work out with you and Tsumu,” he said, and the good mood dissipated.

“It’s not your fault,” you murmured. Osamu stood from the bed and took your chin in his hand making you look at him.

“He really doesn’t deserve you,” he breathed. Leaning in and kissing you, It gave you the same warm feeling it had the night before. You wanted to pull away and stop him, it was wrong, you were in love with his brother. On the other hand, you could really use some stress relief, and it was clear that your normal hookup wasn’t available.

So you let him kiss you and push you down on the bed. Osamu pulled off your clothes and ran his hands over your naked body. Sitting back on his knees so he could see all of you. It was a little embarrassing to be so openly ogled, Atsmu normally buried his face in your neck when the two of you fucked.

“So pretty,” he said pushing your legs apart and pulled your thighs around his head before he slowly devoured you. He licked you in slow patient laps of his tongue savoring your taste like he was doing this more for his own enjoyment than yours.

“More,” you pleaded softly carding your fingers through his gray hair. Despite your begging, he didn’t speed up or push harder. He kept going at his own pace, building you up slowly until you were dripping wet.

“You taste so good baby,” he purred chewing on your clit. “You gonna cum?” he asked almost lazily.

“Y-yes,” you whined bucking your hips against his mouth desperately.

“So sensitive,” he teased before going back to teasing your cunt with his tongue until you came all over his face.

“Such a pretty mess you made babe look,” Osamu scooped up your head and forced you to look at the damp spot you’d created on the bed.

“Samu it’s embarrassing,” you whined closing your legs.

“Awe are you feeling shy?” he teased kissing behind your ear, his hands going up to your breasts teasing your nipples while he kissed you.

“I wanna fuck you so bad he groaned in your ear, moving your hand to his crotch so you could feel his painfully hard cock.

“Please,” you begged reaching into his pants and pulling out his dick. Osamu pushed you back down crawling behind you spooning you as he pushed into you from behind. He buried his face in the back of your neck as he started moving.

You couldn’t help but moan and rock your hips against his spurring him on to move faster and faster until the slap of skin on skin filled the room.

“Ah fuck Atsumu just like that!” you cried out and just like that he froze. You could feel him go soft in you and you knew your fun was over. You awkwardly disconnected from one another and got dressed again.

“Sorry,” you said avoiding his gaze.

“It’s okay, I knew you weren’t into me the way you were into him,” he shrugged.

“Thanks for patching me up and I really hope you and Tsumu patch things up for his sake and yours,” He said opening your dorm room to leave.

“Thank you, Osamu.”

If you were a mature adult you would have texted Atsumu. Even though he had yelled to never talk to him again but it felt wrong to leave things like that, especially when a week ago he’d sweetly told you he loved you, and you admitted you felt the same. But you were a coward, you’d even started ditching the classes you shared with him so you wouldn’t run into him. You got a pit in your stomach every time you thought about him. still, the guilt wasn’t bad enough for you to actually do anything about it.

So when there was a knock on your door you weren’t expecting it to be Atsumu, after all, he was just as stubborn as you. There was another sharp knock and you groaned.

“I’m coming,” you snapped standing from your desk cracking your back before opening the door, you almost slammed the door in his face seeing who it was

“Atsumu?” you shouted quickly slapping your hand over your mouth. “Atsumu, what are you doing here?” you asked a little quieter this time,

He pushed past you into your room taking your hands in his. “I’m sorry,” he blurted

“I shouldn’t have said what I did, I was drunk and pissed I’m so so sorry,” You couldn’t get a word in edgewise he was talking so fast. Not that you really minded, in fact, it made your heart melt to hear his apology. You never thought in a million years that Atsumu would ever apologize to you. But it seemed like you were wrong about him. He was still talking a mile a minute so you leaned up and kissed him, shutting him up effectively.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” he asked, breathlessly as the kiss ended. You stroked his cheek affectionately,

“Yeah, I do. And I should probably say I’m sorry too, I was a real bitch that night,” you said then with a deep breath and added. “And before you start forgiving me, you should also know that I uhm I kind of slept with Osamu when I was still pissed at you.”

Atsumu just laughed, which was honestly a much better reaction than what you were expecting.

“Gross, you could have at least warned me before you kissed me, Now I’ve got Sumu germs all over me,” he whined making both of you laugh.

“I know you said you didn’t want to date me, and that’s fine but- I really do love you and I won’t sleep around if you don’t want me to, you’re the only one I want to bust a nut in any way.” you visibly cringed and pushed at his chest.

“You had me until that last part,” you said. He wrapped his arms around your trapping you and peppering your face in kisses making you giggle.

“Ba-by at least it’s true, I’ve been saving myself for you! I’ve had the worst case of blue balls for a week now!” he laughed

“Gross!” you shouted in between fits of lighter as his lips tickled your neck.

“I want to give you all of my cummies!”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up right now I’ll never have sex with you again,” you threatened and he fell completely silent. Which made you burst out laughing.

“Come here big guy,” you said, pulling him into a soft kiss.

“Did you really mean that I couldn’t talk anymore? Because you’re going to have to gag me if you want to keep me from dirty talking,” he gasped.

“Kinky,” you said, pushing him back on your bed and straddling his lap. “But I think for now you can speak,” you said running your hands over his chest.

“Good, it would be a crime not to let you know how stunning you are,” he said. You slowly kissed him, rolling your hips against his crotch feeling his cock twitch to life in his jeans.

“Hard already? Guess it really has been a while for you,” you teased.

“Shut up I bet your little virgin cunt is so wet right now,” he shot back his cheeks bright pink.

“Mmm are you going to talk shit or are you going to fuck me?” You asked. He smiled up at you in that classic Atsumu way that you hadn’t realized how much you’d missed that smile.

“You know I will princess,” he purred, rolling you over and climbing on top of you.

“Gonna make my pretty baby cum,” he purred, pulling off his shirt. You took turns sensually stripping one another until you were both naked.

“Do you want me to be rough?” he asked, surprising you, you’d both come to an unspoken agreement that sex was always rough.

“Why do you ask?” he blushed.

“I kinda want to go slow and soft tonight, but I get it if that’s not your thing,” he explained. You smiled and kissed him.

“That sounds nice,” you said. He smiled down at you, a lovesick dopey smile. He kissed you again. In the end, you and Atsumu wouldn’t make it. But for now, it didn’t matter, for now just having him kissing and making love to you was enough.

#haikyuu atsumu #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu x female reader #atsumu x reader smut #osamu x reader #haikyuu osamu #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu smut

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nocturne-overtures · 4 years ago

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Kinktober Day 8

Pairing: Minghao (The8) x Rapline (Seungcheol/S.Coups, Hansol/Vernon, Mingyu, Wonwoo)

W:1.7k+

Genre: Smut

Prompt: Creampie

Tags: Established Background OT13, Collar + Leash, Glasses Kink (kinda. if you squint), Oral (Male Recieving), Frottage, Multiple Orgasms, Breeding, Handjobs, Nude Photos + Video, Biting, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Nipple Play, Bukkake

A/N: The full M.List for Kinktober is here, and I’ll be posting and adding links to that post as I go. The prompts span several fandoms, so feel free to check the list to see if you’re interested in any of the future days

Day 7 Day 9

AO3

Seungcheol knew the moment Minghao approached him that evening, setting a collar and a leash in his hand and looking at him through a pair of circular glasses perched on the edge of his nose, that the night would get interesting.

The leader stood, securing the collar around his neck and adjusting the leash before he hooked his finger under it to make sure it had some space. Once he was satisfied, he met the younger idol’s eyes.

“The word?”

“Carat.”

“What does my baby boy need today?"

Minghao looked away for a moment. Seungcheol waited patiently, gently running his finger along his cheekbone. When Minghao looked back at him, his voice was monotone, though there was the slightest of blushes to his cheeks.

“You, Gyu, Woo, Hannie.”

Seungcheol arched a brow and hummed, gently fixing his bangs.

“How are we doing this tonight?”

A small glint appeared in Minghao’s eye as he pushed his glasses up.

“I want you all to use me.”

It didn’t take long for Seungcheol to call the others into his room, and even less for them all to slip into their roles. Minghao wasn’t usually as vocal about his needs, but when he was, none of the boys had any issues with delivering whatever it was that he needed from them.

Mingyu picked him up effortlessly, holding him in his lap and kissing him firmly until he heard the smallest of groans come from his mouth. Between the thirteen of them, Minghao was definitely on the quieter end, so the others often made it a small mission whenever he opened up to them to draw as much as those sweet sounds out of him.

“Gyu, lie down.” Wonwoo gently ordered, pushing at Minghao’s shoulder lightly. Mingyu obliged, with Minghao straddling him as he subtly lifted his hips, shaking his ass ever so slightly to entice the older man behind him. Wonwoo’s gentle hands fell onto his hips, holding him steady as he pushed into him.

A small sigh left Minghao’s lips as Wonwoo began moving, pressing soft kisses to his shoulder as he rolled his hips. The slow, languid thrusts moved the shorter man’s hips forward, making him rut against Mingyu’s cock as it lay hard against his stomach.

Minghao let out a pleasured hum, closing his eyes as Mingyu trailed kisses up the expanse of his neck, leaving the occasional hickie here or there. The model would be able to cover them up fairly simple, so it wasn’t an issue.

The sound of kissing and the occasional grunt drew Minghao’s attention over to Hansol and Seungcheol as the two of them waited patiently for him, busying themselves with leisurely kisses and slow handjobs. Minghao lifted his head a bit higher, adjusting his glasses before he spoke.

“C-Come here...You’re too far.” He groaned, thankful for Mingyu’s big hands holding him steady as Wonwoo gradually increased the speed of his thrusts. Seungcheol and Hansol broke apart from one another, making their way over to Minghao without the soft-spoken man needing to ask again. Hansol got there first, hooking his finger into the loop in the collar around Minghao’s neck, pulling him closer so his cock rubbed right up against his cheek. Minghao hummed, caressing and stroking his cock before he kissed up the length of it, keeping his half-lidded eyes on Hansol as he slowly wrapped his lips around the base.

“You’re so pretty like this, our pretty slut.”

Minghao’s eyes fluttered closed at the words, readjusting himself as he rolled his hips down faster against Mingyu, completely unbothered when his leader came to his other side, grabbing his hand, placing it over his cock.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at how pretty you look.” Seungcheol purred into his ear, making him open his eyes minutes later. He looked across from them at himself in the mirror, an audible-though muffled-whine leaving his lips as he looked at his debauched reflection.

They had started fooling around at the foot of the bed instead of at the head of it, so Minghao could see the light pink bites adorning his chest and neck, his mouth stuffed with Hansol’s cock while Wonwoo and Mingyu both held his hips as he was fucked by the former. Some of his stoic attitude crumbled at the sight, panting when Hansol pulled him off of his cock, moving his head towards Seungcheol’s cock instead. Minghao took him in his mouth without hesitation, stroking Hansol’s spit slick cock as he felt Wonwoo cum inside of him.

“Fuck...Gyu, he’s all yours.” Wonwoo mused, kissing Minghao’s shoulder before pulling out of him. Before his cum could roll out, Mingyu raised his hips, and Wonwoo reached between his thick legs to guide his cock into Minghao, stepping aside and admiring the view as Mingyu immediately began rocking hard and fast into him, the bed creaking from the sudden change of pace.

Minghao’s eyes closed again, his body shaking as Seungcheol and Hansol began teasing his nipples, pinching and rolling the small chocolate buds between their fingers. His cock rubbed against Mingyu’s abs as the larger idol slapped his cheeks between some of his wild thrusts.

Seungcheol pulled his cock out of Minghao’s mouth, turning his cheek so he could see that Wonwoo had started recording him on his phone. He trembled, clenching around Mingyu as he looked at the phone’s camera.

They all knew how much he loved to fondly watch back videos of himself as he was getting fucked.

He accepted sloppy kisses from both Seungcheol and Hansol as Mingyu came inside of him after spending ten minutes hitting his prostate with enough force to nearly knock him out of his lap from his thrusts. He hummed in delight, clenching to the best of his ability.

Hansol gently pushed him onto his stomach, placing his palms at either side of his head on the comforters below as he fucked him. Minghao’s thighs had a tell-tale tremble in them as Hansol nibbled his earlobe, whispering sweet nothings to him as he rolled his hips.

“You’re already so full, Hao. Mingyu and Woo-hyung. Really came a lot.” Hansol quietly complimented him, looking down and watching as his cock slid in and out of Minghao’s messy hole, Mingyu and Wonwoo’s cum covering his cock. Minghao’s glasses fell down past his nose a bit as Hansol’s strong thrusts pushed the cum deeper inside him.

“B-Breed….Breed me.” He panted, pulling at the sheets as he felt another orgasm creeping close. Hansol kissed the top of his head before sitting up and reaffirming his grip on Minghao’s waist, rocking hard and fast into him, groaning himself.

The two of them were typically quieter in bed, but they brought out the volume in each other, and Seungcheol watched affectionately with Wonwoo and Mingyu as Hansol milked himself into Minghao’s stuffed and sloppy asshole. A chorus of curses in English and Mandarin filled the room as Minghao came soon after, moaning weakly as Hansol slowly pulled out of him. Minghao raised his hips, his whole body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Hyung….please?” He swallowed shakily and turned around, his hair sticking up in some places and his glasses hanging on by a prayer as they sat crooked on his face. Seungcheol crossed the room in an instant, pressing a kiss to him that made his toes curl slightly. He wrapped the leash around his fist as he slid into Minghao’s messy hole with one, powerful thrust.

Minghao may have been one of the quieter of the boys, but Seungcheol always had a way of drawing the volume out of him, and today was no different. It took only a minute of long, hard thrusts before Minghao began pulling at the sheets, his eyes fluttering as breathless moans and whimpers fell from his lips. Seungcheol tugged at the leash firmly, making Minghao tilt his head back as his body rocked forward with every thrust.

“You’re so warm, Hao-ya. Did the others use you well, hm? Did we breed our baby boy just the way he likes it?” He inquired, his voice a low growl in Minghao’s ear. He nodded quickly, his voice cracking slightly as pleasure began to overwhelm him. His thighs shook as he reached blindly for the others, panting like a bitch in heat as he silently begged for the other three rappers to come back over to him.

They obliged and he found his lips wrapped around Wonwoo’s cock, tasting the remnants of his cum as he stroked Hansol and Mingyu, looking up at them with dark eyes.

“Our pretty boy~ Our Pretty Minghao~”

He wasn’t sure who was praising him, but he came undone from the combined stimulus, clamping down around Seungcheol as the pale leader spilled inside of him. Minghao whined and kept going until he could feel Wonwoo’s hips stuttering ever so slightly. He pulled himself off, closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out to catch Wonwoo’s cum on his tongue and face. Mingyu and Hansol caught on quickly and the tallest turned Minghao’s head, cumming along the rim of his glasses and onto his cheek. Hansol was last, his cum leaving pearl-colored ribbons along Minghao’s nose and lips.

Minghao opened his eyes slowly, trying to catch his breath as Hansol took his phone from the bed, taking a few pictures for him for later.

Soonyoung and Jeonghan would definitely pout the most at not being included this time.

“G-Gimme…” Minghao reached for the phone and Hansol smiled knowingly, passing it to him. He passed it to Seungcheol and the oldest hummed, gently motioning for the others to get out of the shot as he started recording. Slowly, he pulled out of Minghao, keeping the camera focused on his ass as cum sloppily rolled out of him.

Seungcheol recorded until Minghao lifted up. He ended the recording and leaned down to kiss him despite the cum all over his lips. Minghao blushed, looking up at the four of them.

“Thank you...I felt messy today.” He quietly told them, looking away. The rappers smiled affectionately at them and Seungcheol laughed ever so slightly.

“You can feel messy whenever you’d like. Except now, now we should shower before that cum dries on those glasses. They cost like 300,000 won.”

“Thanks hyung, love you too.” Minghao flatly responded, though his lips curled up when he heard the quartet laugh.

#fie writes #kwritersworldnet #kpopuniversenet #kdairynet #kconnet #seventeen smut #svt smut #minghao smut #the8 smut #seungcheol smut #s.coups smut #vernon smut #hansol smut #mingyu smut #wonwoo smut #kpop smut #kinktober 2020 #member x member

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oldguardhc · 4 years ago

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Old Guard hc #36

Prompt number: 2 - “That’s the easy part?”

Fandom: The Old Guard

Rating: PG-13

Warnings/Tags: joe x nicky, fluff

“That’s the easy part?” Nicky asked, mug raised halfway to his lips. Maybe he heard wrong, he hadn’t even finished his fourth cup of coffee yet. Sleep was still threatening to drag him back into its warm embrace and if Nicky didn’t finish this cup soon, he was going to be flinging himself into those arms again.

God, he was so tired. It was 10 a.m. and he was awake.

Nile frowned, her eyebrows drawing in. “You just have to spend the whole day with Joe. Then you bring him back when I text you!” He definitely heard her correctly the first time then. Nicky rubbed a tired hand over his face. Nile made some hand-waving motions in front of him, “What? I thought you’d be glad to be with Joe!”

“I am happy that I will spend the day with Joe,” Nicky responded and took a sip from his mug. The coffee was getting cold, edging towards lukewarm rather than hot. Nicky quickly finished the rest before it became unpalatable and licked his lips before continuing. “The only problem is Joe will know something is up.”

Nile grabbed the coffee pot and topped his mug with fresh, hot, delicious coffee before placing it back in the coffee machine. He hummed in gratitude, cradling the warm mug in his hands. “How could he possibly know something is up? There is nothing significant about this day as far as Joe is concerned.”

Nicky lifted his chin in concession. “That may be, but my Joe is not stupid. He’ll quickly catch on that I’m trying to stall him.”

“You’re telling me that you can’t act normal for one day?” Nicky raised an eyebrow and Nile huffed. “You know what I mean.” He did know what she meant. That didn’t make teasing her any less fun.

“We’ve been together for over 900 years, Nile. That man could probably tell you how many strands of hair I have on my head. He definitely knows when I’m purposely distracting someone.” This was putting aside the fact that half the tricks Nicky used all came from Joe. Joe had a gift for interacting and understanding people. It was something that used to infuriate Nicky. Here was this man who Nicky barely tolerated but made everyone he met practically fawn all over themselves for him.

“Come on, Nicky. Take him to the movies, a museum, the mall. Hell, have a quickie in the parking lot! Just distract him for a couple hours.” There was a desperate gleam in Nile’s eyes and Nicky sighed, hating himself just a tiny bit for being such a sucker. She definitely learned how to do that face from Joe.

Nicky took several gulps from his mug just to be an ass and make her believe that he was still pondering her request. He couldn’t let her think that he was that easily persuaded. At least, not yet. She’ll have plenty of time to learn just how easy he was for the people he loved. “Fine.” Nile let out a victorious crow, clapping her hands together and bouncing on her toes. “Yeah, yeah,” Nicky grumbled, noisily slurping his coffee.

“Alright, get your man out of the house. I’ll text you when to come back!”

Nicky protested as he was pushed out of the kitchen and into the hallway, slumping as he came face to face with his closed bedroom door where his other half remained sound asleep. Releasing a deep sigh, Nicky scratched the back of his head to buy himself a couple more seconds. He really didn’t know how he was going to keep Joe out of the house. It would’ve been so much easier if he had to keep Joe in, he thought wistfully.

Fearing that Nile would come and check in on him any second now, Nicky opened the door. As expected, Joe was still asleep, half covered by the down-comforter, head resting on two pillows, one arm hugging Pedro to his chest. Even 900 years later, Nicky stood in the doorway, frozen and completely helpless to the way his heart started to flutter with the amount of affection he held for this man.

It didn’t take long for Joe’s instincts to kick in. Sensing another presence, Joe stretched out on the bed, slow to blink the sleep out of his eyes. “Nicolò?” His voice was sleep-warm, slightly raspy and elongated vowels. It was music to Nicky’s ears. Nicky placed his mug on the nightstand and crawled into bed next to Joe. Still, Joe shuffled in closer until the only thing between them was Pedro. “What time is it?”

“10,” Nicky answered and Joe groaned, burying his face into the crook of Nicky’s neck. Nicky didn’t think they would have lasted as long as they did if one of them was an early riser. He brought a hand up to bury in the tight curls, using his fingernails to gently scratch at Joe’s scalp.

“Want to go get that new set of oil pastels today?” Nicky asked after several minutes of peace. Joe shook his head. “We can’t stay in here the whole day.” Joe let out a confused whine. “Because-because it’s rude to stay in bed all day. We have to at least last another year before Nile figures us out.” Joe didn’t move for a couple beats. Nicky was starting to feel the beginnings of a cold sweat when Joe finally sighed, nuzzling into his neck a little more before rolling away with a grumble.

Nicky had to resist the urge to close his eyes and sigh. So far, so good.

—

Okay, so maybe he was too optimistic. It took Joe 30 minutes for him to realize that something was up. Nicky had to beg him to play along, promising the new oil pastels and himself as a live model for the whole afternoon. It was an amazing deal and Joe knew it. The only time Nicky was still was in his sleep, on a mission and when reading a book. Having a whole afternoon to draw Nicky in whatever position and scenery? Truly a once in a lifetime offer.

By the time Nicky got the okay from Nile, he was beyond exhausted. Sitting in one position and being admired was hard work. But a deal was a deal and so Nicky had remained in whatever position Joe had arranged him in without a protest, sinking into that headspace he only ever used during missions.

“This surprise must be really good for you to have modeled the whole day,” Joe said, tangling their fingers over the center console. Nicky squeezed his hand, not taking his eyes off the blurred trees outside. They were almost home. He could keep the secret for a little longer. He just had to keep his mouth shut and it would still be a surprise. Sort of. Did it count as a surprise if the person knew that there was a surprise but didn’t know what the surprise was? Nicky decided that yes, it was still a surprise. The actual surprise was still unknown even if the entire event wasn’t.

“I hope you realize how nice I was today. I could’ve made you spill before we even got to the art supply store.” That was a bait. It was a bait. Nicky was confident that there were even studies about this kind of bait. Even with that knowledge, Nicky had to bite his tongue to remain silent, focusing on the sharp pain. “Fine, keep quiet. Don’t think there won’t be payback for keeping me in the dark.” It was a weak threat since Joe brought their joined hands to his lips not a second later.

It took 15 minutes to get home. It was the longest 15 minutes of Nicky’s life. He swore that entire generations lived and died in those 15 minutes. He had endured torture that felt shorter than those 15 minutes.

As soon as the car was put in park, Nicky hopped out of the car and ran to the other side to open the door for Joe. “Come,” Nicky said, extending his hand.

“Now you want me to pay attention to you,” Joe teased but took his hand with a fond smile. With Joe’s hand in a tight grip, Nicky led him inside the house and into the dark living room.

“Uhh, I’m a little confused-“ Joe started.

The lights flicked on.

“SURPRISE!” Nile yelled, followed by Andy and Booker’s weaker attempt. Nicky wouldn’t be surprised if they had spent the whole day practicing and this was their best one yet.

Joe frowned and turned to Nicky, looking utterly adorable with that little furrow and pout. “I’m still confused.”

It was Nicky’s turn to smile and bring their joined hands to his lips. “This was Nile’s idea,” he said, as if that explained everything.

Nile clapped her hands together, drawing their attention back to her. “Remember when we were talking about birthdays?” Joe slowly nodded. “Right! Well, you said you never had a birthday party. So…” She motioned to the balloons taped to every piece of furniture in the living room, the dozens of party streamers, the platters of food on the dining room table.

“It’s not my birthday,” Joe said, still confused.

“Do you even know your birthday?” Nile asked and Joe slowly shook his head. “Exactly. So there’s a .003% chance that today is your birthday and we are celebrating! We got presents, cake, balloons and your favorite foods!”

Joe opened and closed his mouth several times as he took everything in, rendered completely speechless for the first time in what had to be decades. Nicky squeezed his hand, a silent are you okay? It took a moment for Joe to respond yes, a watery smile tugging on his lips. “Thank you, Nile.” Joe sniffed and swallowed the lump that had swelled in his throat. “This is amazing.”

Nile beamed, looking like sunshine personified. “You’re welcome,” she said. “Everyone deserves to have a birthday party.”

Joe turned to the other two occupants in the room. They were definitely a little tipsy already and Nicky couldn’t blame them. He probably would’ve drank too if he had to tie as many balloons as they did. It was going to take forever to clean all of this party stuff up. “Thank you to you two as well. I know Nile probably bullied you two into helping,” Joe said and Nile let out an indignant, “Hey!”. Both Andy and Booker rolled their eyes in tandem, reluctant smiles gracing their faces and really? They were able to get that down but not the surprise?

“We love you too,” Booker said, pulling out a flask from the inside of his jacket pocket. He took a sip and passed it to Andy.

Andy pointed to Booker with the flask. “What he said,” she said and tipped the flask into her mouth.

Joe tugged on his hand and Nicky turned to look at him, one eyebrow cocked. “Nile said presents. What’d you get me?”

Nicky couldn’t help the baffled laugh. “Who do you think bought you the oil pastels and modeled the whole afternoon?”

Joe’s cheeks dimpled with how wide he smiled. “That doesn’t count,” he declared, lightly clapping Nicky’s hand. “Come on,” he whined, “Present.”

There will be a day where Nicky will finally be able to resist that smile. Where he’ll be able to look at those dimples, the small wrinkles at the corners of those warm brown eyes and not fold faster than wet paper. Today wasn’t that day.

Nicky let out a deep sigh, pursing his lips in feigned annoyance as he reached into his pocket to pull out a small box. Joe snatched it out of his hand with a giddy whoop, tearing through the wrapping paper and throwing the lid to the floor. He pulled out a thick platinum ring, his eyes gleaming similar to what Nicky had always imagined a dragon looking at its treasure would look like.

Joe twisted the ring to look at the inside. “My everything,” Joe read aloud and Nicky wrapped his arms around him.

“Happy birthday, amore.”

#joe x nicky #the old guard #nile freeman #fictober20 #hc

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wefoundloveunderthelight · 4 years ago

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The Love Cruise - by GleefullyCaptainSwan

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Chapter 4: Captain Jones

“Do you think Barbados is ready for me?” Ruby stood, showing off her tanned body in her new bikini.

“Girl, I don’t think anyone is ready for you in that. Where’s the rest of it?” She spun around and Emma fanned herself, teasing her friend.

“Why are you wearing so many layers?”

Emma tugged her cover up tighter around her waist. “Not everyone can flaunt it like you can. I look like they lock me in the closet during the day and my body never sees the sunlight.”

“Oh stop, you’re sexy as hell, Emma. I’ve seen more than a few guys turning their heads when you walk by, though usually you are running away from them so they can’t catch you.”

“Whatever, I told you I’m not interested in finding a guy on this damn cruise.”

“Not even that guy, Graham, that asked you to dance?”

Emma scrunched her nose and shook her head. “He’s cute, and a great dancer, but, eh, I don’t know.”

“You know, he’s going to be with us today?”

“What? How do you know?”

“Because I talked to him after dinner and he’s on the same excursion we are.”

“If you’re so interested in him, why don’t you hook up with him?”

“I would if he wasn’t asking about you half the time.”

Emma groaned. “Can we just go? I don’t want to talk about men all damn day. I want to enjoy the beach, the sand, the ocean in Barbados. We are in fucking Barbados, Ruby. Together. When we are back in Boston and it’s raining, will we have these men to keep us warm? No, but we will have each other.”

“Ho’s before bro’s?” She giggled as Will walked into their room.

“Do I get to be a ho?”

“You are by far the biggest ho, William!” Emma laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Are you still mad at me?” She planted her lips on his cheek and he groaned, wiping the pink smudge off his face.

“I’m not bloody happy with you, but what’s a bloke to do? You’re my best friend and I can’t stay mad at ya.” He put his finger up to her face, “But don’t do that shit again. That girl won’t stop asking me about rum recipes now.”

“You didn’t seem too upset when she kept telling you how talented you were at the bar last night.”

“Wait, what did I miss?” Emma looked between the pair on either side of her.

“One of the bartenders let him make our drinks at the piano bar. You should have seen him playing it up, flipping bottles, acting like a goddamn bar hero. He was on his game.”

“I’m fucking talented as hell, that had nothing to do with that lass.”

“You were showing off.” Emma teased. “You do like her.”

“I do not.” He resisted, less forcefully than he had the day before. Emma was sure he liked her, but she was also sure that he was probably feeling guilty about liking her also.

“You know it’s ok to like another girl, Will.” Emma slid her hand onto the back of his head, pressing his forehead to hers. “Ana’s gone. You deserve to have some fun.”

He squeezed his eyes shut. “Why are you ladies always pushing me so hard to move on from Ana? What if I don’t want to move on?”

“You don’t want to move on because you’re too afraid to open yourself up again and maybe get hurt.”

“Besides, we love you, Boo.” Ruby added, wrapping her arms around them both.

“No Boo. You both promised, not here.” His mouth turned up in a grin. “But I love you guys too.”

~*~

“Absolutely not.” Regina stood with her arms crossed in front of her.

“You can’t work 24 hours a day, we get to leave the ship for a few hours, are you really going to deny this simply because I’m going?” Robin whined.

“Yes.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Ok enough of this, we’re going.” Killian gestured to Robin before turning around and pointing at Regina, “And you’re coming with us. Captain’s orders.”

“You can’t do that.”

Killian shrugged, “I just did. I’m not going to have my Cruise Director burned out 4 days into our voyage, we are going to imbibe in some alcoholic beverages in Barbados.”

“Fine, but it is under duress.”

“At least that will be two of us on this bloody cruise under duress.” He winked at Robin and the three of them left the ship in search of a good bar.

Being the Captain did have its perks, they were directed to apparently the best bar on the beach they could find and an hour later, sitting with their feet in the sand and a bucket of beer, the three of them found themselves engaging in nonviolent conversations.

Regina was laughing, “Wait, so you were just going to leave him there?”

“Of course, I was, he was about to start a riot.” Killian said as he felt tears well up in the corners of his eyes, his body shaking from his laughter.

“Do you remember what I said to the guy?”

They both looked at each other and spoke in unison. “The only way you'll ever get laid is if you crawl up a chicken's ass and wait.”

“Which one of you got punched first.” Regina eyed them with curiosity.

Robin raised his hand. “I ended up on the pool table. Killian tossed one of the guys into a stool. By that point, the manager threw us all out.”

“That was the last time we insulted the Captain’s son again.”

“You two really are idiots.” Regina quipped as she took another sip of her beer.

“But we had you laughing.” Robin winked.

“Only because I was imagining you getting your ass kicked.”

Killian nursed his beer, watching the two of them doing what he could only describe as violent flirting, until he started to feel like a third wheel.

“I’ll be back.” He announced, heading inside toward the bar, and discreetly paying the tab. “If they get anything else, just put it on the same card.”

Killian exited the bar and walked through the small town, browsing the shops until he followed the path toward the beach. He saw groups of travelers lounging on the sand or sailing on the water, most likely passengers on his ship.

He toed off his shoes and walked barefoot through the sand, looking up he saw her, laying on a towel, an oversized hat perched on her blonde locks, reading a book. She was gorgeous. Her friend, a tall brunette he had seen her with earlier was wearing a very tiny bikini, arching her back and taking in the rays to her already sun kissed skin.

There were others with them, the man she was laughing with earlier stood nearby talking to a shorter woman. A taller man with wavy hair was sitting just off to the side of Emma, he glanced at her often, but Emma seemed not to take notice, her head buried in the words in front of her.

He continued to walk along the wet sand, observing the woman who had captured his attention when she looked up, glancing at the waves out beyond him. He looked away quickly, reaching down to pick up a shell he nearly stepped on. When he looked up again, she was gone.

~*~

Emma was reading the same line over and over again in her book, trying to avoid the gaze of Graham, who was seated to her right. At first, she thought he was looking at Ruby, God knows if she were a hot-blooded man, she would be. But when she caught his eye, he smiled at her and attempted to make conversation. Emma froze and immediately buried her head in her book.

It’s not that she didn’t think he was attractive and extremely nice; she just didn’t know what to say to him. She knew he was a Sheriff in some small town in Maine and that her brother thought he was quite impressive, which made her not want to talk to him even more than she had before her brother started pointing out all the things they had in common.

She peered up from her book, a feeling washing over her like she was being watched. She peeked to her right, but Graham was talking to David and Will was finally having a real conversation with Belle as they bounced a volleyball back and forth between them.

Her eyes scanned the beach when she saw him picking up shells near the water. He seemed to look her way and then turned back toward the ocean.

“I’m gonna go dip my toes in the water.” She announced suddenly to Ruby who was currently lying ass up on the towel beside her.

“Have fun.” She replied lazily.

She jogged toward Killian who was facing the ocean now and skipped up behind him. “Are you considering throwing yourself in because if you are, I actually do know how to swim, in case you need saving.”

He turned suddenly and his bright smile made her heart skip a beat.

“Swan, fancy meeting you here.”

“Did you go on an excursion today?”

“No, I hung out at one of the bars a little way down the beach.” He pointed behind him.

“Drinking alone?”

“Oh, no I went with a few friends.”

“I didn’t realize you came with people. Or did you meet them here?”

“My buddy…” He paused. “Um, my buddy and I came together.”

“Did you ditch him?” She asked looking around for his friend.

“He is entertaining a lass back at the bar, felt like a third wheel. Have you been on the beach all day?”

“My brother dragged us all sail boarding, so I’m gonna be really sore tomorrow considering all the times I fell into the water, but it was a really good day.”

He smiled at her, his eyes crinkling as the sun beat down on him. “That sounds like you had a lot of fun.”

“Do you maybe want to get a drink later tonight?” She blurted out, wondering where that blast of courage came from.

He looked at his feet and she panicked. “I uh, I think I need to tell you something first.”

“Oh?” Suddenly there was screaming behind her on the beach and she turned to see Ruby yelling and running toward a group of people. “Oh, shit, I gotta…” She turned and ran toward Ruby, looking down the beach to what was causing her so much stress. August was lying on the ground, holding his leg.

“Oh God what happened?”

“We were playing volleyball and the old man slipped, I think he twisted his ankle.” Will said in a slight panic.

“I’m ok guys.” August groaned, “I think I just sprained it.” He stood up and then stepped down, immediately falling back down to his knees.

“Ok Mate, you’re gonna need help back to the ship, you’ll need the medic to take a look at that ankle.”

She was shocked when Killian sprung into the middle of the group, helping August to his feet. “Should we all go?” Ruby asked August.

“No, you guys stay here, have fun. I’ll just go back and make sure everything is ok.” August waved them all off.

“I’ll go with him; the sun is starting to burn my skin.” Emma announced and Killian made eye contact with her, a smile forming on his lips.

Emma stood on the other side of August, wrapping her arm around him to help support his other side. “Come on dad, let’s get you to a doctor.”

“Very funny, Emma.” He chided her and Killian laughed.

“You sure you don’t mind going back to the ship?” She asked Killian.

“Absolutely, it’s important that all the passengers are taken care of.” Emma looked at him quizzically but continued walking toward the pier.

~*~

Killian knew he should have just told her he was the damn Captain when they first met. He tried to tell her at the beach and then her friend got hurt and as Captain it was important that he took the man back to the ship, his passengers health always came first over innocent flirting with one of the women on his ship.

Once they made it to the infirmary, he spotted Tink at the back of the bay. He waved her over and she jumped into action.

“Jones, have you started combing the ship for injured passengers now?”

He laughed nervously, avoiding eye contact with Emma. “I believe we have a twisted ankle.” He helped get the man up on the bed.

“Name?” Tink questioned as she pulled up her iPad to search the passenger list.

“August Booth.”

Killian backed up against the wall and watched as she examined his ankle. He observed Emma asking questions, checking to ensure that he was going to be ok and he slowly backed out of the room. He’d tell Emma later about being the Captain, right now she had more important things to tend to.

~*~

“So, it looks like it’s just sprained.” She ran her hand over his ankle again and Emma couldn’t help but notice the way August watched the nurse in awe.

“Well, does that mean I have to spend all my time down here in the infirmary now?” He joked innocently.

Tink laughed, “Well only if you want to.” She teased and Emma suddenly felt like she was invading a private moment.

That’s when Emma noticed that Killian was no longer in the room. “Oh, did you see where the guy who helped us went?”

Tink looked up and laughed. “Jones? Pretty sure he probably went back to the bridge.”

“The bridge? What bridge would that be?”

“Of the boat, did you hit your head or something. That’s where the Captain usually is when we are getting close to leaving port.”

“Captain?”

“You are talking about Captain Jones, right? The guy you came in with?” She pointed haphazardly toward the wall of photos behind her before turning back to August to wrap his ankle.

Emma walked up to the wall and immediately recognized the blue eyes in the largest photo in the center. Her heart was racing as she read the inscription under the portrait.

Captain Killian Jones

Holy Shit!

~*~

“Ok spill.” Emma turned to look at Ruby who was staring at her from across the room as they got ready for dinner.

“Spill what?”

“Who is he?”

“Who is who?” Emma turned back toward the mirror; confusion littered across her face.

“The hot drink of water you found on the beach; you know who I’m talking about.” Ruby glared at her with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“What, the guy who helped August? Good Samaritan, I guess.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

“Bullshit, I was watching you before all that happened, you went directly to him on the beach.”

“What, are you spying on me now?” She accused.

“Out with it.”

Emma sighed. “He’s just some guy I keep running into. That’s all.” Emma put on her shawl and headed to the door, effectively ending the conversation.

“Ok keep your secrets.” She said with her eyes narrowed, joining her in the hall as they headed to the dining hall.

Their dinner passed by quickly, the saying was true that time would fly when you were having fun, as Emma was starting to enjoy sitting down to eat with her friends every evening. Even the newcomers were starting to fit in with everyone. Will and Belle had warmed up to each other. They were sitting quietly at the end of the table, Will trying to demonstrate how to flip a bottle without dropping it. Belle would giggle and follow his every move and he would reward her with a new blush to his cheeks.

Her brother and Mary Margaret had become inseparable, however the small kiss he gave her after dinner was a new development. August left dinner early stating that he needed to head back to the infirmary for a checkup on his ankle, though Emma was sure the visit was more to do with the cute blonde nurse than his ankle.

After dinner, the remaining group decided to relocate to the piano bar on the deck above them for a night cap. The music was enjoyable, and the bar wasn’t crowed which allowed them to spread out into different areas of the room.

“I think he likes you.” Emma set her drink down and looked over at her brother who was sitting beside her.

“Who?” David looked toward the bar and she spotted Graham looking in her direction. “Oh, he’s nice. I guess.”

“You guess? Emma, he’s a really nice guy. Did you know he’s a Sheriff in the town that Mary Margaret and Belle are from?”

“Small world.” She said softly, taking a sip of her drink and peering around the bar.

“Waiting for something better?” He questioned.

“Why would I be waiting for anything? I already told all of you that I’m not interested in finding anything here.”

“Emma, it’s been 7 years since Neal ran off, don’t you think it’s time you stop punishing yourself and think about what might be out there for you and Henry?”

“Punishing myself?” Her annoyance was rising.

“That’s not what I meant. Not really, I mean, not exactly. I just feel like you punish yourself for Neal leaving. It wasn’t your fault. You deserve to be happy, sis.”

“I love you Dave, I do. And I’m really happy that you seem to have found something on this ship that you are interested in, but please, let me handle my own happiness.”

“Alright, I’ll back off.” He said with a grin.

He went back to his date and Ruby slid up beside her. “Is he trying to get you to sleep with Graham, because if he is, do you want company?”

“Ruby!” She exclaimed, “how much have you had to drink?”

“Enough that I would take him right there on the bar.”

“Dare.” Emma smirked at her, knowing that Ruby never backed down from a dare.

Ruby’s mouth went from wide open to a firm line of determination, getting up from her seat and sauntering over to the bar. Emma looked around at all her friends, each of them distracted with other people and she took the moment to sneak out without notice.

She found herself wandering the lido deck in the dark, her drink from the bar still in her hand as she sipped it through the straw with the tiny umbrella attached. She told herself she wasn’t looking for him but that didn’t stop the disappointment she felt when she didn’t find him either.

~*~

“Everything is under control, Captain. You don’t have to stay up here if you would like to rest.”

“Thank you, Smee. I guess I just wasn’t ready to head to my quarters.” He stared out at the deck of the ship below him, there was a small group of passengers wandering her planks. A wave of blonde hair caught his attention, her hips swaying back and forth in the night breeze. “On second thought, I think I’m going to retire for the evening.”

Perhaps now was as good a time as any to confess to her who he was. He bounded down the stairs and shoved open the doors to the Lido deck. He headed in the direction she was last seen, but the deck was empty. Disappointed, he realized she may have already gone back inside.

“Captain Jones.”

He spun around to see her standing against the wall of the ship. “Ah, I guess I’m busted.” He said with a sigh. “Let me guess, Lady Bell clued you in? I swear to you I was going to tell you on the beach today.” He said honestly. “But then…”

“Then August’s old man body turned to wood and he required medical assistance.” She joked.

“Yes, that. Forgive me for being less than honest?”

“Only if you tell me why you didn’t just tell me the first day.”

“That’s fair. My friend Robin pretty much convinced me to take this job, I was less than thrilled about the theme of this cruise, and well, I was just happy to talk to someone else who seemed to be forced to be here as well.”

She shook her head in understanding. “So, you’re really the Captain huh?” She walked closer to him, her fingers trailing the sleeve of his shirt as she traced the stripes on his arm.

“Aye.”

“I should have known when you rattled off all those facts about the ship. No one else would have paid that much attention.”

“Actually, you all should pay attention to that information.” His tone serious.

“Yes, Captain.” She smirked with a mock salute and he swallowed hard.

“I won’t put up with any sass on my watch.” He teased as they fell into step walking along the deck.

“So, how’d you become a Captain?”

“My brother convinced me to join the Navy when we were just lads, the sea became my mistress as soon as I met her. I was captivated by her tempestuous nature. On the surface she could be rough and demanding, but beneath the surface she’s calm and inviting.”

“So your brother is a Captain too?”

“He was, yes.” He paused, leaning on the rail for support. “He not with us anymore.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“He was the best Captain to ever sail the seas. He’s out there somewhere.” He pointed to the horizon. “He’s a better man than I’ll ever be.”

“Well considering you are the Captain of the ship I currently find myself on, I hope you’re the best Captain we can ask for.”

“I wouldn’t even have had the chance to Captain such a vessel if not for my brother.” He looked over at her unsure of why he was suddenly freely sharing information he would rarely share with another.

“Did he teach you?”

“He taught me everything I know. How to be a good Captain, a good sailor, and a good man.”

“When did he pass?”

“Two years ago. We were at sea, on a mission, there was a fire, I was in the engine room when it exploded. We were taking on water and I needed to seal off the leak. I sent everyone out, I expected it to be the last good deed I ever did. But he found me, dragged me out of the pits of that ship and got me on the rescue boat.”

“Wow.” Emma was staring at him in a shocked silence.

“He went back in for the rest of his crew.”

“Because you don’t leave a man behind.” She said seemingly with a sudden understanding of their earlier conversation.

“Aye.” He nodded but didn’t continue.

“That must have been really tough.”

“One of the worst nights of my life.”

“Looks like you made the most of it though. Look at you now.” She smiled softly.

“Perhaps.”

“Wow, you’re worse than me with the martyr stuff.” She laughed and he wanted to crawl into the void where her laughter filled the air and stay there forever. “I think you should try being a little easier on yourself and trust me, coming from me, that says a lot.”

“I’ll take that under consideration.” He smiled and she glanced around.

“I should get back before my friends send out a search party.”

“We can’t have that on my ship.” He smirked.

“I’ll see you around, Captain.” She said as she walked back toward the door, turning back to offer him a shy smile before she disappeared into the belly of his ship.

Perhaps this cruise wasn’t the worst idea Robin ever had after all.

#TLC #The Love Cruise #stacy's fics #killian jones #emma swan #emma x killian #captain swan #captain swan au #captain swan fics #captain swan modern au

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years ago

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Ships and Shells (Pt.2)

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Virgil was already aware he wasnt the best tracker of time, but this was getting ridiculous. How long had he been trapped here? Two? Maybe three weeks? Was it more? Was it less? He couldnt tell, all he could count on to tell time was the appearance of Roman with trays of food at exactly six in the morning, noon, and six at night.

"So I take it we're still not close to land hm?" Virgil growled as he heard footsteps yet again.

But then he realized, these were different, these were heavier.

"Ah, Mr. Duke." Virgil said with a smirk and a snarl.

"Now your highness I know you dont like me but downgrading my title so harshly? Have you no heart?"Remus said, faking hurt.

"Nope, not one," Virgil responded, which, oddly enough, earned him a laugh from Remus' end.

"Aaawwweee, you poor thing, it must be so hard to breathe," Remus purred, Virgil rolled his eyes.

"What do you want." Virgil said lowly.

"We're almost to the next town, so we need to establish some rules," at this, Virgil straightened up slightly, this could be it, his chance at escape.

"There will be guards on all exit points, and no other ropes will be far enough down to reach, so dont plan anything stupid," Remus said, Virgil smirked slightly, pitiful, he thinks ropes being a little high up is going to stop me he thought.

"You will only be allowed in the main part of the ship, not the cabins, those are reserved for crew members," Remus continued, that was probably a given, but Virgil would find a way to break that rule to.

"And finally, Don't. Touch. Anything." This last rule was said with such aggressiveness that it nearly caused a shiver down Virgil's spine, he felt mildly betrayed by that.

"Is this understood?" Remus said coolly, Virgil merely nodded in response.

"I meant for you to respond verbally, your highness," Remus said.

"Understood." Virgil said, slowly regaining his composure.

"But, I do have one question," Virgil said, turning slowly.

"And that is?" Remus raised an eyebrow.

"If I cant touch anything," Virgil wrapped his hands around the bars of his cell, "then I've broken rule three every day since ive been here," Virgil smirked.

Remus stared at him for a few moments, dumbstruck, or at least, Virgil hoped he was.

"I meant, dont touch any items outside of your cell, floor and walls are fine, but no papers, books, ropes, wheels, candles, none of it," Remus said. Virgil ran the phrase over and over again in his head to try and find some type of loophole, but when none presented itself, he went quiet. He watched as Remus produced a key from his pocket and began working the lock on Virgil's cell.

Virgil rushed out nearly immediately after the gate swung open, half expecting Remus to grab him and shove him back. But no such moment came, soon he was out in the open air, the scent of salt water enveloping him, the feel of the breeze on his skin was almost comforting now.

"Keep him alive, please." Remus stated to the guards. Virgil watched as he, Roman, and Janus, jumped off the boat, each dragging something behind them.

And then Virgil was left with two guards on each side of the boat, standing beside the openings that would allow for Virgil to rush off onto the mainland. But he'd worry about that later, the twins and the snake were still all to close for him to run for it now, so it was unsafe for him to attempt anything just yet.

So he waited.

And waited.

For what seemed like years, he waited.

And finally, he noticed a slip up, and once he did, it was showtime. He knocked the closest desk over and waited for the guards to attempt to restrain him, only to sneak under their arms and rush out through the now open exit.

He landed with a thud on the harbor, and ran into the town as fast as his legs could carry him. He ignored the shouts from his captors, ignored the staring, ignored everything that was keeping him trapped in that ship.

The buildings in this town were a lot smaller, and there was no wall around the outside. The docks were lined with shops, jewelry and clothing and all sorts of other things hung from booths and lay on counters. It was then that Virgil realized, he didnt have money. Lucky for him, most of the people in the crowd were nearly a foot taller than him, which made it much easier to snag a cloak and an apple from the booths on which they lay.

This was alright for a while, until he ran into other people. Though in this case, the couple seemed far to focused on each other to even realize he was there, until the shorter man, dressed in light blues, with a grey scarf and cap on his head, broke away from his partner and turned in Virgil's direction.

"Oh dear- my apologies- didnt see you there-" said the shorter of the two.

"That's the idea," Virgil said quietly, this earned a worried expression from the first boy, the second, dressed in a blue long sleeved shirt with a black bandana around his neck, merely seemed intrigued.

"Are you hiding from someone? Is everything alright?" The first man stepped forward a little, cautiously.

"Oh yeah it's great, been stuck in a pirate ship cell for like two weeks with nothing to go off of but cryptic messages but its fine!" Virgil exclaimed with a sigh, barely caring about the fact that he didnt even know these people.

"Oh dear- that must've been awful," said the first boy.

"You'll have to excuse him, hes never actually interacted with pirates before," said the second boy, fixing his glasses.

"And you have?" Virgil said, looking him up and down.

The boy quirked his mouth slightly, into a sort of half-smirk that he couldnt quite finish.

"Former Lord Admiral Logan Sanders, at your service," Logan said, bowing slightly. Virgil's eyes widened slightly, he pulled the cloak further over himself. If Logan had been in charge of ships at one point, he likely knew about Virgil, and he had no plans to go back to the castle either.

"Nice to meet you," Virgil replied.

"And this is my fiance, Patton Boleyn," Logan said, gesturing to Patton, who gave Virgil a wave and a nod.

"Nyx," Virgil said plainly, though the word felt like bile as he tossed it out, it was the safest thing he had for now, but he certainly didnt want it.

"Oh have I been getting it wrong then? I couldve sworn the queen called out for a Virgil when we brought you on the ship," Virgil froze as he heard Remus' voice, and then he ran. He didnt care where he was going or how long it took to get there, but he wasnt staying on that ship, nor in that castle. He could hear footsteps racing after him, the sound swinging and wind blowing through the air.

And then again, cold metal pressed against flesh.

And then he woke up back where he'd started, a cell with wet wooden planks and a falsely comfortable looking bed.

Only this time he wasnt alone, this time he heard crying, and yells, fury like he'd never heard before.

"Oh quit whining, we're not going to hurt any of you, but we cant have you running off to tattle on us, now be a good prisoner and shut it," Virgil snarled as he heard Remus' voice, he was beginning to hate it, hate every joke that fell from his lips, hate the way he twirled that stupid mustache of his when they talked, all the flirting and the compliments, it was like the captain thought he was to foolish to see what was really going on!

"Ah! Our perfect prince has awoken from his slumber, now tell me Virgie, did you really think it would be that easy to escape?" Remus said, leaning on his morningstar and flashing a grin.

Virgil was about to open his mouth so he could tell Remus where to stuff it, when suddenly, he began to feel sick. Not just a fleeting sickness, either, no, this was like someone had set his insides on fire. He held back the screams for a few seconds, and was surprised to find a worried expression make it's way up Remus' face when he let loose.

"JANUS! MEDIC!" Remus turned and rushed out of the cell room.

Virgil couldn't tell what happened next, because one second, he was curled in a corner and clutching his sides from pain worse than anything he'd ever experienced before, and the next, everything was swirling away into a deep blue and black, almost like a dream.

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