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Comfortable Here in the Chaos 2:| It's the Heat

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!friends with benefits!Reader Word Count: 3.9k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Fic Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; shameless smut, friends with benefits, semi-public sex, slight spanking, the dangers of sundresses, Jax being a menace, slightly rough sex

Summary: With how hot it'd been in Charming all week, you'd been wearing sundresses to help survive the heat at work. But for the past few days, you'd also been teasing Jax in them, and today he'd finally had enough.

a/n: There was so much love on the first part of this 'series' that I literally wrote this one on the same day. And I...may have made an entire list of smutty thots I've had about Jax to fuel some other ones of these if y'all really are enjoying them quite that much, so don't be afraid to let me know. Because I am happy to give y'all more filthy Jax thots of mine. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Jax Teller one shot tag list: @kmc1989 @steviebbboi @bear-ink @secretlysamcro @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @bonnyclydecat @nutellajade @aria725

“Dammit, Chuckie,” you muttered to yourself.

Running a hand across your forehead, you were hunched over the desk in Teller-Morrow Automotive, your eyes focused on the papers scattered in front of you. Nothing was adding up correctly, so it appeared you'd be spending this afternoon trying to fix the error Chuckie had made earlier when you’d left for your lunch break. Something that happened frequently whenever Gemma disappeared and left him in charge during your breaks, or on the Saturdays you didn't work.

And it only meant more work for you.

Sighing in frustration, you pushed your chair away from the desk and stood up, walking around it and over to the filing cabinet in the corner of the office. The fabric of your sundress lightly brushed along your thighs with each step, the soft material skimming just above the tops of your knees. With how exceptionally hot it had been this week in Charming, you’d chosen to wear a sundress to work for the past three days just to survive the unbearably suffocating stale hot air while working in this office. And even that hadn't offered you much relief.

Reaching a hand out, you opened the drawer of the filing cabinet, your eyes scanning the row of labeled folders inside as the noise of the auto shop filled the air around you–your usual background noise while you worked. Bending over, your fingers lightly ran over the tops of each folder as you surveyed Gemma's handwriting in search of what you were looking for. After a minute you found the folder, both of your hands pulling it apart to look inside. Except it was completely empty.

Great, so he’d also mis-filed the paperwork now, too.

This little error was now going to take a lot longer for you to fix, and that thought alone annoyed you further. You had inventory to order before your shift ended–new parts that Bobby had given you a list of just this morning. You didn’t have time to play Where Did Chuckie Put the Paperwork This Time.

“How am I supposed to get anything done with you in here like this?”

Startling at the sound of Jax’s voice, your head whipped over your shoulder from where you were bent over the opened filing drawer. Jax was leaning against the closed door that led to the garage on the opposite end of the small office, his arms crossed over his chest. There was a slight flush to his cheeks from having been out in the heat, but your eyes quickly focused on the veins in his forearms. Briefly your mind flickered back to the memory from a week ago, when you were face down on his dorm bed at the clubhouse as he fucked you into the mattress, the only thing in your line of sight being those enticing veins along his strained muscles.

But as your eyes shifted back up to his face, you became completely aware of Jax’s own gaze lingering along your ass where you were bent over. His bottom lip rolled back between his teeth in clear appreciation of it, his eyes not even bothering to leave the round curves that were on display. The look on his face told you exactly where his mind was, and suddenly yours was no longer on the situation Chuckie had created anymore.

“What do you mean, Jackson?” you asked coyly, still looking over your shoulder at him.

Uncrossing one of his arms, he gestured a hand at you. “You. Dressed like this. All goddamn week,” he answered. “It’s distracting as hell and you damn well know it.”

Grinning, you returned your attention to the filing cabinet, rifling through a few more folders. Not that you were looking for anything anymore, but he didn't know that. You just liked the way his eyes were on you right now and you wanted to keep them there.

“Don't know what you're talking about, Jax,” you replied, pretending to sort through the folders. “It's just been so hot this week, figured I'd be more comfortable in a dress.”

“Bullshit.”

Your grin grew wider at his response before you purposefully pushed your hips further out, giving him a prime view of your ass. The hem of your dress inched up at the movement, baring more of the back of your thighs as it came dangerously close to the bottom of your ass.

The sound of a lock clicking met your ears, your brows drawing curiously together. Just as you glanced back over your shoulder to see what it was, you saw Jax had moved from his place against the door. He must have locked the one leading into the garage, because now he was closing the blinds on the window that overlooked it.

“And what do you think you're doing, Jax?” you asked him.

He casually sauntered over towards the other door in the office next, flipping the lock on it with that same, quiet click. His lips curled up into a smirk as he continued to watch you slightly straighten in front of the filing cabinet.

“Giving us some privacy, baby,” he answered easily, voice smooth and even.

Your eyes tracked him across the office, watching as he closed the blinds on the window that overlooked the parking lot next. It didn't take you much longer to realize what he was getting at after that.

“Jax,” you began, standing fully upright again as he slowly made his way around the desk and back over towards you. “I'm in the middle of work.”

“Yeah,” he answered, that smirk not leaving his face as he nodded. “I can see that, darlin’. But it kinda looks like you could use a break.”

Your arms crossed over your chest now, the gesture drawing Jax’s gaze down to the way you had just created more cleavage for him to stare at. The look that crossed his eyes–one filled with obvious desire and want–had your body instantly reacting.

“Can't have my favorite office girl getting too overworked,” he continued, a teasing lilt to his words.

Slowly, his gaze traveled up from the scoop neckline of your dress to eventually meet yours again. A tension filled the already sweltering office, the heat of it only making your mouth run dry. Jax reached a hand out, crossing the space between you both before the tips of his index and middle finger lightly traced the length of your jawline down to your chin, the gentle caress an extreme juxtaposition to the look of sheer lust in his eyes.

“You're already lookin’ a little stressed, baby,” he continued, the words far softer now. “But maybe I could help with that.”

His thumb brushed over your plush bottom lip before his hand changed its trajectory. His fingers leisurely slid down the column of your throat, his eyes following the path of them as they traveled down over the swell of your breasts. Breath coming in sharper, your lips parted as his large hand paused, taking its time kneading your left breast as his throat visibly bobbed with his own hard swallow. The heat from his palm deliciously traveled through both the fabric of your dress and bra, the feel of it causing wetness to pool between your thighs.

Eventually his hand continued its descent, traveling its way down along your ribcage as a slight shudder ran through you. When he slipped it around towards the dip in your lower back, only then did his focus shift from his hand and back up to you, the faintest hint of a smirk returning before his entire palm landed on the soft curve of your ass. Giving it a firm squeeze, he simultaneously tugged you forward towards himself.

“You realize the garage is open right now, right?” you whispered.

His tongue darted out, running over his lip as that smirk grew into a grin. “Yeah,” he answered.

Jax’s hand slid down your ass, making its way up beneath the thin fabric of your dress. A soft groan passed between his lips as his rough palm skimmed over your bare ass, taking his time appreciating the flesh beneath his fingers. His eyebrows rose back at you, that grin deviously spreading wider.

“That a thong, darlin’?” he questioned.

“Jackson.”

His name came out with a scolding note, which only had an amused huff falling from him as his hand continued to roam over your bare ass beneath the dress. Both of you knew that you weren’t going to resist him in the end, but you still felt like someone needed to have some semblance of rationality.

“It’s hot as shit in here and there’s a garage full of mechanics and Sons just past that wall,” you pointed out, emphasizing your words with a sharp gesture towards the garage. “This is hardly the time and place.”

“And yet–”

Jax tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing contemplatively as his hand left your ass. Moving beneath the fabric of your dress, his fingers slipped over your hip and fell between your thighs. Taken by surprise, a soft gasp slipped out of you when you felt him cup you over your panties. The moment he slid his fingers gently back and forth just the once, he grinned at you triumphantly–like he’d just found what he was looking for.

“You’re wet, baby,” he told you.

His hand slid out from beneath your dress, the material left awkwardly bunched up along your thighs. His expression turned cocky as he eyed you, one of his brows still raised at you as if he’d just proven his point with that alone.

“Jax–it’s almost three in the afternoon,” you reminded him. “What if someone comes to the office to drop off their car?”

“Then I guess you better be quiet, huh?” he teased, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist. “Besides, I locked both doors.”

He tugged on your wrist, pulling you away from the filing cabinets. Relenting, you took a few steps forward towards him, your eyes hesitantly watching him. He had something particular on his mind, you could see it.

Your feet halted when he stopped tugging on your wrist, releasing it from his hold before he stepped around behind you. Wordlessly, his hand rested along your lower back as his expression shifted to something of a silent question, one clearly asking if you wanted him to continue. But of course you did, even if you knew it was quite likely that the entire garage might be about to hear you.

When you didn't stop him, Jax's hand on your back urged you forward with just enough force to get your feet moving again. You continued until your thighs bumped into the back of the desk in the office, the one still scattered with the papers Chuckie had messed up. Still completely silent, you felt the flat of Jax’s hand run up the length of your spine until it came to rest along the nape of your neck. He pressed against it firmly and you immediately complied, bending forward over the desk as your ass simultaneously pressed back against the front of him.

You could feel it. The growing bulge in his jeans now cradled between the cushion of your ass. Even though you’d been protesting the time and place a minute ago, you couldn’t resist the urge to press back into it, grinning when you heard the soft groan fall out of him in response. But then his hand on the back of your neck held you more firmly against the desk, your cheek pressed against the paperwork that had been giving you a headache not that long ago.

“Don’t go gettin’ any ideas, baby,” he warned you. “Cause you’re about to learn what happens when you tease me with these fucking little dresses of yours.” He paused, his tongue running over his teeth behind his closed lips. “Now stay there.”

His hand left the back of your neck, but the tone of his voice was enough to keep you from resisting. Though that didn’t stop you from straining to look back at him behind you, watching as his hands gripped the material of your dress before he bunched it in his hands and hiked it up over your waist.

“I told you, Jackson,” you said, “I wasn’t teasing you. I’m wearing them because of the heat.”

His eyes shifted over to meet yours, his expression remaining steadfast. You’d been so focused on him that you hadn’t realized what he was doing until you felt it–the sharp, decisive smack of his palm against your bare ass. A gasp slipped out of you as you slid just a fraction along the top of the desk at the impact, the papers shifting beneath you. A second later, the stinging turned into a pleasant burn as your eyes held his.

“And I told you that’s bullshit,” he shot back, his hand running over the curve of your ass to smooth the place he’d just hit. “Isn't this what you were hoping would happen?”

One of his shoes slipped between your feet, kicking them apart as he stood behind you. Your eyes remained on him, completely unable to look away from what he was doing.

“Don't tell me you haven't been in here all week teasing me,” he husked. “I've seen you eyeing me through the damn windows in here. I've seen the look on your face.”

His hand stopped smoothing over your ass to hook a finger in the fabric of your thong before he pulled it off to the side and out of the way. Your hands curled into fists against the surface of the desk, anticipation coursing through you as you watched him begin to undo his belt buckle next.

“You're wearing those fucking things cause you wanted me to come in here,” he continued, slowly undoing the button of his jeans before lowering his zipper, “and bend you over this goddamn desk. That's what you wanted, isn't it, darlin’?”

“Jax, I wasn’t–”

You broke off on a sharp intake of breath when you heard him spit onto his hand before he was rubbing it along you, getting you ready for him. A soft moan fell out of you at the feel of his fingers before you could stop it. Not even seconds later you felt the thick tip of him rubbing against your entrance and your eyelids slowly lowered. For a moment, you completely forgot where you were as another low moan passed between your lips, the sound just barely audible over the noise of tools from the garage.

“Careful, darlin’,” Jax warned, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Unless you want everyone out there to know exactly what I’m doing to you right now.”

His words were sobering, your eyes opening once more from where your cheek was still resting along your desk. Immediately you were met with that smug grin on his face as he stood over you from behind. He huffed out a laugh at how quickly you’d quieted before he finally pushed himself into you in one fluid thrust. Eyes rolling partially back at the feel of him, your breath caught in your throat at him suddenly stretching you so damn good.

But he didn’t give you long to adjust before he dragged his cock out so torturously slowly only to slam himself back into you so hard that the front of your thighs banged loudly into the metal of the desk. Hands balled so tight along the surface of it, you could feel your nails biting into your palm as you grit your teeth together in an attempt to hold back the cry that almost flew out of you at that brutal thrust.

“Fuck, your pussy’s always so goddamn tight, baby,” he hissed out.

Jax began to set a firm, unforgiving pace with his hips, one of his hands landing onto the desk behind your head with a solid thunk, the sound quickly followed by the noise of a document being crumpled beneath his hand. The noise just barely registered in your ears, but you didn’t give a shit right now, not when his other hand gripped your hip so tight you could feel it as he held you in place.

Jax savagely buried his cock inside of you over and over, his pace never wavering as he fucked you with a relentless passion, the sounds of his grunts causing you to clench and squeeze his cock. After a few minutes, you felt him lower his front to mold himself against your back, his hot breaths now falling over the side of your face.

Trapped under the weight of him now, you were pressed so hard against the desk that you couldn’t move. The roughness of his leather kutte kept rubbing against your bare skin each time he slammed into you, the coolness of it a pleasant contrast to how you were currently burning up. Sweat began accumulating over your skin as the desk beneath you both began to slide with a soft screech along the floor each time his hips rammed roughly into your ass, your thighs still loudly slamming into the metal of it.

His cock kept hitting you so deep in this position that he kept reaching that spot. That spot which had you whimpering quietly under him, fighting to keep yourself from making too much noise as the guys in the garage continued working and talking just beyond the office. A breathy laugh fell out of Jax right beside your ear, the sound causing your pussy to involuntarily tighten around him.

“This is the quietest you’ve ever been, baby,” he grunted out against your ear between thrusts. “Sure you don’t want them to hear how much you love this cock?”

“You’re such a–” you broke off on a particularly deep thrust, just as Jax’s teeth sunk into the curve between your neck and your shoulder, “–cocky ass sometimes.”

His responding chuckle vibrated against your skin as he kept thrusting into you, your eyes growing half-lidded the longer he continued. His teeth sunk into your neck next, and that delicious wave of pleasure began creeping its way over you each time he buried himself a little deeper. You were getting closer to your release, beginning to grow lightheaded from the pleasure and the heat in the office alike. No doubt it would smell like sex and sweat in here by the time you’d both finished–something you wouldn’t be able to hide.

His hand gripped your hip even tighter, his fingers digging deep into your flesh as his own thrusts began to lose their consistency. He was getting closer himself, you could tell by the way he was moving and the grunts that were falling into your ear between the soft kisses he’d started placing at the base of your jaw.

“You close, baby?” he murmured against your skin. “Gonna come for me?”

He was still pressed over the back of you, the desk continuing to shift along the floor–though not nearly as much as it had been with his earlier forceful thrusts. You could only nod in response along the desk, a soft hum coming from you as you kept your teeth grit tight together.

His hand released your hip, sliding around to the front of you as his middle finger began rubbing your clit, giving you that extra little push. Your eyes snapped shut instantly, a strangled noise getting caught in your throat.

“There you go,” he encouraged, his lips brushing along your neck with the words. “Now you're feeling good, huh?”

“Shit, Jax,” you whined through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, baby?” he breathed out. “You wanna say that a little louder?”

But you couldn’t speak, too afraid that you'd open your mouth and spill out all the cries of pleasure you were fighting down. He damn well knew what he was doing right now, especially as his finger kept rubbing along your clit.

It only took a few more deep thrusts into you before you suddenly felt yourself coming hard on his cock. Turning your face into whatever document was beside you, you forced down the scream that threatened to fly out of you. The noise from the auto shop barely drowned out the obscene sound of skin on skin in the office as Jax continued to fuck you, chasing after his own release as you came undone beneath him.

He was clearly too far gone himself to remark on how silent you were as you bit your lip to keep from making too much noise. But by the time you’d made it to the other side of your climax, you felt him abruptly bury himself so deep inside of you with an animalistic grunt beside your ear that you knew he was there before you felt it. Warm spurts of his release steadily filled you as he came, groaning beside your ear as his hips gave a few more sharp snaps while he finished inside of you.

When he finally emptied inside of you, you could feel his chest heaving against your back. His cock still fully seated in you, you lay there trying to catch your breath yourself, your eyelids fluttering.

“Fucking shit,” Jax breathed out, panting hard. His mouth still hovered beside your ear, his warm breath still brushing along your cheek. “Fucking hot as hell in here.”

Laying there bent over your desk, his tattooed forearm was the only thing you could see. A soft, tired laugh fell out of you at the truth of his words. The room did in fact feel ten degrees hotter after that.

“Yeah,” you murmured, still blissed out along the desk. “That didn’t help with the heat.”

Jax huffed at your comment before he leaned forward further, pressing his lips to your temple, letting them linger longer than necessary. You’d noticed him occasionally giving you these tender little gestures–something you assumed was due to your friendship in conjunction with the sex.

“Helped with somethin’ else, though,” he countered.

Opening your mouth, you’d been about to respond, but the sound of the door handle turning caught both of your attention. Jax groaned quietly before he slipped himself out of you, beginning to put himself back together behind you. As the door handle was jiggled more firmly again, you pushed yourself up from the top of the desk, readjusting your panties before tugging your dress back down. With a frown, you noticed the mess you’d both just made of your work, but the voice that came from the other side of the door had your eyes widening in shock.

“Why the hell is the goddamn door locked when we’re still open?”

“Goddamit,” Jax muttered under his breath.

With a horrified look, you glanced over at Jax beside you while your hands frantically smoothed your dress down. “Why the fuck did it have to be your mother?” you whispered harshly. “She’s absolutely going to know what just happened in here.”

Buckling his belt, Jax shrugged as a lazy smile that was half-apologetic and half-entertained spread over his lips. “Dunno, baby,” he answered. “But this is all your fucking fault for wearing those damn dresses. So I'll let you deal with my mother.”

Jaw dropping at the audacity of him, you watched as he sent you a wink before turning towards the door leading back to the garage. Without a backwards glance, he left you standing there in the office looking just as disheveled as your desk while Gemma’s voice called through the door once more.

#jax teller x reader #jax teller x you #jax teller smut #jax teller #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy #soa fanfiction #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam characters

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ghostly-bat · 14 hours ago

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A thing that bothers me a lot about the portrayal of JonDami in Fandom is the fact people assume that Clark would think of/see Damian as a bad influence. I know people have different standards for their own kids but it bugs me / feels so disingenuous to me as a Superman fan first who also loves Damian.

Like canonically the two have butt heads and Damian introduces a different Bat dynamic to Superman, but I genuinely think Clark would be sympathetic / amused by Damian and as Damian grows, the two get along pretty well. I just can't see the paragon of empathy seeing a child who been through so much and decidedly reduce him to his worst traits.

Maybe it's because I subscribe to the idea that Lois & Clark enjoy Damian's company, both having vastly different dynamics but serve as parental-adjacent figures (basically they're one of the trusted adults in his life) because the Kents that healthy family that Damian probably subconsciously compares his broken family to. Not because he envies the nuclear family-ness but oh you can talk to your father/mother and it isn't a mine field of insecurity / am i worthy roulette whenever I walk out of it.

😔 maybe it's bc im not a batman fan, so i like exploring Damian's dynamics outside his father lol

!!!!! This 100x this!

May I offer you some panels—

Clark being the person he is would 100% sympathize with Damian and understand why he is the way he is sometimes. And while he can sympathize with Damian it doesn't mean he has to like how Damian treated his own son when they first met. Both Clark and Bruce knew that it was a rough start for both Jon and Damian but I think Clark knew well enough at that point that Jon was capable of handling himself and if Jon didn't like a situation he could easily take himself out of it cus Jon himself as a kid was very vocal about his likes and dislikes so if Damian was treating him in a way he didn't like he was going to let you know and I think Clark knew that very well.

And Clark as a person likes to believe in the good in people and even if Damian's background is questionable for some people I believe that Clark himself was one of the few people that even with the knowledge of Damian's upbringing still believed he was and could do good and he has.

Damian is such a headstrong and opinionated kid that I'm sure Clark definitely found it rather amusing especially because Damian comes off as much more mature for his age (which isn't necessarily a good thing considering how he was raised) but Clark is one of the few people that sees and still treats him like a kid because that's what he is.

I also think he's able to notice the influence that his own son has on Damian and vice versa. Clark can see the benefits and normalcy of having Damian hang out with someone his own age and Jon also benefits from being around Damian especially because Jon himself felt rather odd and out of place when his powers were setting in and I'm sure Damian not being set off by that probably gave Jon a bit of ease even, if he did find Damian annoying and bossy in the beginning. Clark can clearly see how both boys benefit from being in each other's lives. Plus that's his son's first best friend and is his son happy? Yes! Is it unconventional? Of course it is but they both still get that sense of normalcy when it comes with having a best friend and I think Clark can see that and he wouldn't want to take that away from either of them.

I think both Clark and Damian definitely have a mutual respect for each other. Damian acknowledges all that Superman does and all he stands for and what he represents. He also sees how while Clark is Superman he's still a good dad and a good spouse and I think he really admires that.

Clark can see all the change and growth that Damian has done over the years. How much effort and discipline and sacrifice he's given to his friends and family and the people he cares about. He respects the fact that Damian left the only life he knew to be with his dad and learn a new way of life and that takes bravery because to leave something you've only ever known for something new can be really scary and I think that's something Clark can really respect.

Both Lois and Clark definitely love having Damian around I think they both find him rather amusing just because of his little quirks and the way Jon always talks about Damian makes them happy to know that their son has a friend that's always gonna look out and be there for him.

Damian definitely knows that the Kent family is a safe place even if he doesn't open up to all of them right away they still show him respect and patience and are very welcoming to him and I think they're more than happy to give him that vibe of a welcoming and loving family. He definitely appreciates them in his own way.

I think Clark's the type to still invite Damian into things even if Damian says no, he knows Damian's a bit closed off but he doesn't want him to feel like they've forgotten about him in anyway. They'd get along in the sense were they both have mutual respect for each other and Clark sees him as part of his own family. Especially if Jon and Damian get together I don't think it would be surprise to either him or Lois. They most likely saw it coming from a mile away. 💚💙

#I will never get the Clark not liking Damian thing because that just feels so out of character for Clark in general #He's not gonna hate on a kid who's clearly been through trauma that is not what he stands for 😤#ask #damian wayne #clark kent #supersons #Superman #batman #jondami #dc comics #damijon #lois lane #batfam #Batfamily #superfam #jon kent #jonathan kent

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iicehoon · 9 hours ago

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GYM TIME | BF!SUNGHOON X READER ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

warnings : none (unless you think there are let me know)

There was nothing more aggravating than watching your boyfriend, Sunghoon, drenched in sweat from across the gym while feeling completely helpless.

Firstly, you were in public, so you couldn't just approach him and start making out with him if you wanted to. Second, it wasn't practical to run across the large gym and jump on him while he was lifting weights; that would be dangerous. Lastly, you were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to keep your composure if he ever found out what you were really thinking.

The small smirks he gave you affected you more than you could possibly imagine, and he knew exactly how he made you feel inside and out. You sighed as you grabbed your water bottle and made your way over to Sunghoon.

However, halfway there, you were stopped by a guy who couldn't seem to take a hint. He approached you with a smile, scratching the back of his head. "Hi, I saw you across the gym, and I usually don't do this," he said, “but you were so pretty that I wanted to shoot my shot."

You awkwardly laughed, squeezing your water bottle tightly in hopes of not yelling at him to get away.

"That's nice of you," you started, smiling awkwardly. "However, I'm here with my boyfriend, and it wouldn't be best for you to try anything."

The guy scoffed in disbelief. "He isn't even with you! What kind of boyfriend is he?" he asked, making your eyes widen. "If I were him, I would never leave you alone like, ever, in hopes that nobody would try to talk to you."

A shadow loomed over the guy in front of you, and you looked up to see Sunghoon raising an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from the guy to you, "Well, I'm not with her because I know I can handle any guys if needed," Sunghoon's voice interjected confidently.

The guy's eyes widened, hearing Sunghoon's deeper tone, slowly turned around. "I guess I'll take my leave now," he said with a hint of fear, quickly walking toward another room of the gym.

"Hey, Hoon," you smiled, wrapping your arm around his bicep.

"I'm going to need you to grab your duffle bag and let’s go," Sunghoon huffed. You tilted your head in confusion. "But you're not even done with your routine."

A small chuckle escaped his lips as he bent down and whispered into your ear, "I can do something else to substitute my routine."

A blush spreads across your face, and your smile widens with joy as what you had been dreaming of from the very start finally comes true.

You let out a laugh and grabbed his face and gave him quick pecks on his cheeks and then on his lips before hurrying into the locker room to grab your things.

As you walked outside toward the car, you could feel Sunghoon staring at you, and you began to sway your hips even more, enjoying the attention you were receiving.

In a flash, he was by your side, pressing you gently against the car. “You have no idea how hard it was to finish my last set with you looking like that,” he whispered, one hand resting on your waist, the other brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You blinked up at him, heart racing. “Oh, I had some idea.”

He smirked, that same infuriatingly sexy smirk that started it all back at the gym. “Then let me show you what happens when you keep teasing me.”

a/n: idk the last time I wrote anything,, I wanted to do smth because I am LITERALLY procrastinating my finals..... I really wanna get back into writing / smau but I have 0 ideas.

NOT EDITED

#enhypen #kpop #iicehoon #enhypen fanfiction #park sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon #kpop imagines #enhypen au #enhypen imagines

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seventhconsumedsigil · 2 days ago

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The following is a record of the infamous Speech of Defiance by the heretic wizard known as Ao, formerly proscribed by the Tower under penalty of immediate execution, indisputably the pivotal point between the Age of Hierarchy and the Age of Madness. This copy is kindly produced by now-Archmage Vath, who was in attendance at the time as the scribe and only other direct witness, and so could make this copy after that proscription became dead law.

Archmage Telluric - We meet here today to discuss the "alleged" heresies of Mage Ao, who stands before us. Under my powers as Archmage, I shall sit in judgement over this case, and serve as executioner when it concludes. Apprentice Vath holds position as Scribe and will ensure the transmission is clear and properly archived. The courtroom is sealed against any trickery your fetid allies might pull, so don't-

Mage Ao - Oh do shut up, you withered old windbag. We all know why we're here, and we all know what's going to happen. Stuff the formality.

Telluric - [A lot of spluttering that I don't see the point in writing down. Heretic, lich, blasphemer, none of it really coherently strung together into a sentence. He did heat the air a by 20 degrees through the whole chamber while doing it though, which was an impressive display of unchanneled power if not for how uncomfortable it made my seat. This isn't helped by the subsequent effort of will Ao made. It would take us months to work out what he had done, but at the time it felt like being suffocated by very soft pillows. An uncomfortable combination, let me tell you]

Ao - Sweet silence. Ah, that's better. What, surprised that I can do that without you opposing it? Because I'm not effecting you, Archmage. The air around you, that's another matter.

[This was patently ridiculous, as effecting non-discrete objects like that should have required a ritual circle to manage the definition by common understanding. I know this sounds horribly archaic now, but magic was a lot rougher back then. For example, the wards sealing the courtroom were on a hard-set timer of 1/23rd of a solar cycle and would not budge unless blasted down before that time. Appreciate how we can do things in non-prime numbers nowadays.]

Ao- Now, I don't much care for defending myself to the likes of you all, but let me get a few things straight, since if I'm going to be condemned I want it to be accurate. Lichdom, the act of binding one's dead and dormant soul back into the body, has a few important differences. It loses the ability to naturally grow, leaving consumption the only viable path for increased magical potential, but more importantly it deforms the soul through shear forces. It tears at it, opening holes that cannot be healed without more raw material, leading to the legendary soul-thirst. What I have done is much simpler and far, far stupider, despite the fact it works! I just filled in my skull with raw magic and let my soul press against that to induce cognition instead, at least where the scraps that used to be my brain were. That causes stress, yes, but compressive stress. My soul is a mass of calluses and grows so slowly I'll probably reach Archmage level potential... approximately never, or at least an order of magnitude late, but there are upsides. You would not believe how badly optimised that sack of fat in your skull is. We've spent over ten thousand years killing anything that strays from the nice safe bounds of known magic, and arguably for good reason in some cases, but the rest... no, you've all been sat on your thrones for too long, got too comfortable with being right in the ways we teach even the dumbest apprentice not to be, before the immortality abrades their common sense away. And here I am rambling almost as bad as you are, in front of such an audience. Terrible habit, spent too long lecturing and not enough fighting. Well, I suppose a little class demonstration to end it off is due then. Watch closely, oh Archmage, and consider this. If I can run on a substrate of magic, why should I remain constrained to one piece of meat?

[At this point, Ao proceeded to fall over stone dead, in what was shockingly actually his plan. The autopsy revealed that was in fact his body, but the first sighting of one of his crystal spiders a week afterwards confirmed that he was in fact perfectly alive and had figured out body-transference a whole month before, and it was almost safe when he used it. The Hivemind of Ao would go on to become, as Ao liked to style himself, A Big Damn Problem. They still called him a lich for the next sixteen years though, and I have it on the best of authority it drove him demented that entire time.]

When a mage is badly injured, magic sometimes "fills in the gaps"—growing an arcane hand or leg. You suffered brain damage that would have killed most. Magic filled in your mind.

#writing prompts #fantasy #Honestly just an excuse to make up and then ramble about distinctions in a magic system

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wowieeee do i have THOUGHTS about june pt.3! i love how the internet is basically tearing the leclercs to shreds, and the threads from belle's classmates genuinely made me tear up. the grid chat was soooo good, i love how max just absolutely *obliterated* charles. and for good reason, jfc. and the help me chat was wonderful as always, hahaha. belle is so brave and strong :( i'm so proud of her :( i am LIVING for emilie and lando going on a date, probably my favourite subplot 😭 and emilie is such an ICON. i've loved each of her appearances, but this one takes the cake, omg. the way she just absolutely *destroyed* charles, all calm and collected, what a QUEEN. the way she told him to either sit or go away, and how at the end she basically told him to stop embarrassing himself and apologise to alexandra, and think about what an idiot he's been - a *queen*, simple as that. idk if i want her or want to *be* her. and lando just looking at her all adoring 😭 your honour, i love them.

now. i *want* to believe the leclerc apologies are sincere, i really, *really* do. arthur's especially seemed the most sincere and remorseful. but i just can't! not until i see they're truly repenting! yeah, they've had some realisations, but did those realisations *work*. will they really *be better*. i just can't bring myself to hope so too quickly. especially since charles' behaviour had been ATROCIOUS. he only really got it once emilie told him off! the others weren't entirely that bad. but i just can't bring myself to trust his apology. his and pascale's the most, there was just something about her apology that rubs me up the wrong way. imo, arthur was the most believable, followed by lorenzo. but i'm still withholding any kind of hope for the future. i just want a happy ending for belle, and obviously in a perfect world her mother and brothers would be by her side 🥲 but they're making it *so* hard to like them. genuinely, out of the leclerc clan, the only ones (because to me they're leclerc adjacent) getting a pass from me are charlotte and alexandra. at least they're doing *something*, they're *trying*, even if it doesn't amount to much. and honestly? i have no idea how alex puts up with charles here. if i were her i'd be SO done with his behaviour. i can only hope the things we don't see between them are really truly good, because girl. the patience of a saint. because charles really is acting like a man-child sometimes 🙃

anyway, what a chapter! this series is always so exciting, i can't wait for more! super excited!!!

This is such a beautifully thoughtful message — genuinely, thank you so much for sharing all of this!! 🥹

You hit so many of the things I hoped people would pick up on: how complicated Belle’s healing is, how much Emilie is a force of nature (queen behavior only), and how the Leclerc apologies... while a step, don't erase anything. I'm so glad you felt Arthur’s seemed the most sincere too — he’s the one with the most potential to truly learn, but like you said, real change takes time and action, not just words. And yes, Charles absolutely needed someone to slap reality into him (thank you, Emilie and her queen energy).

I’m so happy you’re along for this messy, cathartic ride — it means more than you know 💛

#c answers #white horse

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sunshineonthedarkestknight · 2 days ago

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2023 Whumptober No.1

No. 1: "But now this room is spinning while I'm trying just to fill in all the gaps."

Safety Net | Swooning | "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Writing for: DC comics (Jason todd, Tim Drake Wayne, mentioned Alfred)

CW: Mentioned blood, broken bones, killing, concussions

Genre: Angst+ Fluff

"C'mon kid, sit up." Jason moved to lean Tim back against the dingy alley wall. It had been a normal patrol night for them both. Nothing out of the ordinary, Tim was taking on some low level goons while Jason was across town busting a human trafficking ring. Unfortunately for Tim, these particular low level goons had gotten their hands on some particularly heavy duty weapons and managed to get the drop on him. Luckily, he had been on comms with Jason when the fight got serious. Jason, however, didn't notice that something was amiss until Tim had stopped responding completely. He did his best to wrap the bust up quickly so he could hightail it to Tim's last known location. By the time Jason got there it was obvious that things had gone south rather rapidly.

He could just barely make out Red Robin's cape in the middle of a circle of goons who were, essentially, curbstomping his little brother into the ground.

Now, Tim had definitely done his best to fight back. There were several goons scattered around the alley in various states of distress. Some were on the ground unconscious, others were greviously injured but too proud to leave. All of them were going to deeply regret their life choices in a few minutes. "First things first," Jason hummed to himself. "Take out the garbage." He made his way methodically through the gang, starting with the ones that were already down and moving his way closer to where Tim was having the crap kicked out of him. It didn't take long for the majority of the goons to get the hint and leave. There were a few stragglers that thought that it was a good idea to try their new gear on the Red Hood. It was not a good idea. In fact, it was an incredibly stupid idea because they forgot that the Hood uses guns and was not afraid to kill a man.

Once everyone but Tim and himself had cleared out, Jason dropped down on his knees by his brother's prone body. The first thing Jason thought to do was poke at him, but as soon as was probably not the best thing to do. A quick precursey glance over his body revealed a visibly broken arm and ribcage, a swollen jaw and a very large, bleeding head wound which was definetly cause for concern. Tim had definitely been through worse, the missing spleen was no joke, but that didn't necessarily mean that Tim was currently doing alright. Jason was very careful as he shifted Tim to an upright position against the wall. He took a moment to brush Tim's hair out of his forehead and adjust the domino mask resting against his face. It wasn't long after that that Tim began to stir. He blinked sluggishly up at Jason, eyes blurry and unseeing.

"Mornin' sleepin' beauty. Have a nice nap?" Tim blinked again, clearly struggling to process the situation.

"Wah ya doin' here? Wah 'append?" Tim sounded very similar to how he did after waking up in the morning before he had his mandatory coffee and Jason had to fight to keep the fond smile off his face at the sleepily slurred question.

"Ya got the crap kicked outta ya, kid." He watched a Tim looked down at himself before flopping his head to lean back against the dirty brick behind him.

'S tha all? 'M tired, Jay. 'Mma take a nap." His eyes started to slide closed and Jason could feel himself panic. It was very likely that Tim had a concussion and head injuries were definitely something to take seriously.

"Hey, no no, hey kid. C'mon, I need ya to stay awake for me. Okay? Open yer eye. That's it. How many fingers am I holdin' up?" He gentily jostled Tim to get his attention before holding up all five fingers on his right hand. Tim took a second to squint at the hand before giving a half-hearted shrug and closing his eyes again, head swinging forward to rest on Jason's shoulder infront of him.

"D'nno, like eight?" Jason let out a soft chuckle at the petulant answer. Yeah, he definitely had a concussion, but that was okay, cause Jason was there to take care of him. "C'mon replacement, I think it's time we got ya home to Alfred."

#whumptober #whump prompt #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #solving my problems with angst #Jason calls Tim kid #you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands #Jason calls Tim replacement affectionately #they’re brothers your honor #batmans no killing rule is a joke

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Hey! Coming from Jades account, re my question about online dynamics. Any advice? Thank you! (Copied my reblog below here for reference.)

Hey! New domme here again. Met a wonderful girl and shes really taken my life by storm. We’re interested in starting a dynamic but we’re 90% online, although visits are planned soon.

I’m just curious, I know you’ve never had a long distance sub/domme relationship but where would you start if you were in my shoes?

We discussed kinks and boundaries at the very beginning of our conversations. We have done safe word discussions and both actively using them as needed. Someone suggested we start with small, easy to follow rules which we already have ex not touching herself without my permission, asking to cum etc which we already have done. She’s more experienced than I am, so just trying to get a better grasp on where to start, other than her wonderful input and suggestions. Same person suggested the Obedience app which I have and fooled around with a bit, and love the idea of.

I know you said you’re not in the headspace for asks so answer when you can, if you can! Thank you so much for your valued answers!

Hi there, love <3

I feel honoured for being trusted with this. The lovely @madamejadex is correct, I do have quite a bit experience when it comes to exploring BDSM online, and I'll do my best with this answer for you ♡

1. Don't overthink it

For the more SFW things, when it comes to exploring things online for the first time, people often let their mind spin and get overwhelmed because it's something new. But I promise, it isn't at all scary or something drastically different. When I speak to someone online, I like to picture the texts they're sending being spoken in their voice, and I like to imagine we're talking at a cafè or talking next to one another on a couch with some wine. Text like how you'd speak, imagine their voice saying all the words they're sending, and simply imagine you're in the same room. Don't let the idea of speaking to someone online seem daunting, rather embrace it and imagine how well you'd click in person through the way you text one another. That way, you can smile and giggle and feel a lot more carefree just by reading their texts, because you can allow yourself to imagine it playing out in real life. When it comes to sexual talks, I think it's wonderful that you two have discussed boundaries already and that you're exploring apps and learning about one another's kinky sides. This is a great step, and I say again to simply not let the idea of being online overwhelm you. Take things step by step, see what works and what doesn't work, and I suggest having a few sfw calls and one or two kinky calls before meeting to see how that energy would click when it comes to making conversation in real life or making dirty talk.

2. Save some things for when you meet

This is mostly for the SFW context of it all. If you two are planning to meet one another, which is seems like, I definitely suggest saving some stories or little facts about yourselves for that day. Everybody loves those fun "Ask me questions" online games when you get to know somebody you're texting with, and that can be extremely fun and healthy because you get to see how well you two click and get along, but don't share every little story or fun fact about yourself because then you won't have as many things to share when you meet each other. Or if you'd like, save those stories for a phone call, because then you can hear their genuine reactions and you can give those reactions to them as well, which makes the moment feel a bit more special. When it comes to the kinky side of things, it's definitely good to already have all your kinks laid out onto the table and it's good to explore some sexting, but keep some of the fantasies you have based on your shared kinks to yourself for a little while, so that she'll get even more butterflies when those fantasies come to life. But as I said, only the ones that are based off of your shared kinks. E.g let's say you both have a kink for public play. Instead of sexting about it, keep that information in your back pocket, and let it come to be for the first time in real life.

3. Understand that some things can go wrong, and prepare for them

When it comes to being online, there are a lot of things that can go wrong, and we need to be aware of those things. Perhaps you two are having a scene through sexting, and one of you gets an emergency phone call or has an emergency to attend to. I suggest coming up with a code word or emoji that you'll use specifically in that sort of situation, because you likely won't have time to type out a full sentence. Or, perhaps one of you gets triggered by the others text. This can happen sometimes, just as it does by hearing someone say something in your ear during a real-life scene and getting triggered by it. I suggest using the traffic light system with the coloured heart emojis, or having code words which will signal what the situation is. And because these things can happen, don't only have discussions on what sort of aftercare you each like in real life, but also state the sort of aftercare you like after an online scene. Of course these are a lot less intense, but they do require aftercare and you two need to know what you each prefer when it comes to being triggered or getting a drop in the middle of the scene. Some need space, some need extra attention, some need specific words to calm them down, etc etc. It's very important to implement this when it comes to exploring BDSM online.

4. Don't be scared to ask necessary questions

When people meet another dom/me or sub online that they seem to click with, they tend of avoid the important make-or-break questions simply so that they don't lose what they've just found. Unfortunately, this doesn't stop the eventual downfall when those make-or-break moments eventually occur. Ask the necessary questions, because at the end of the day the right person is the right person and the wrong person is the wrong person. "Are you looking for an exclusive committed relationship out of this or are you looking for something open?", "What are your opinions on _____", "I see that you want a committed relationship out of this, are you someone who wants marriage or never wants to get married?", "What type of domme/sub are you? (Rough, soft, gentle, brat, etc)", etc etc. Ask the necessary questions, both regarding what could make or break your dynamic, and your relationship as a whole. Ask these things before taking the big steps, so that you don't risk heartache even if it all seems like it clicks. Take the jump, and see where you fall. It might still be in each other's arms.

That's all I can think of to say here, but if I think of more I'll come back and add to this. I'll link this post to my pinned post as well ♡ I wish you two the absolute best and I'm sure you both will thrive in your dynamic/relationship! Have a beautiful week <3 Also, I have a post about punishments linked to my pinned post. Those can be implemented both in person or online, I think that's something that can be beneficial to read through when figuring out what punishment should be given to a certain action. Those are punishments I've given and received in online scenes <3

#<3 #anon ask #lesbian #wlw #kink education #online dynamics #sex education #bd/sm kink #bd/sm community #d/s scene

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