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skysdelusions · 15 hours ago

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Where are you going?

Summary: An argument that turns rather spicy

Pairing : Stray kids (ot8) x Fem!reader

Genre : Angst , Smut

Word count : 2.3k

Warnings : multiple positions , unprotected sex (I don’t condone, wrap it up), creampie after cream pie, oral sex (m!recieving) , name calling (kinda) , overstimulation. (Let me know if I missed anything)

Notes : Lord , I pushed through writing this. This is kinda of everywhere but I just want to get something out😼.

(This isn’t proof read , please forgive me 🧍🏽‍♀️)

You had been in a polyamorous relationship for about a year now with eight men. You loved these men so much that you could explode but your relationship was getting to that point where you guys had constant arguments. It wasn’t like your arguments were just with one person but eight people, Once one started the rest followed. Usually you’d end the fight with something hurtful then have hate sex. Today was nonetheless one of those days.

You were arguing with Minho because he had said something so out of pocket that it hurt your feelings. That argument had gotten so loud that the boys started piling out of their rooms to see what was all the yelling for.

“No cause your being such a bitch about it” Minho yelled

“I’M BITCHING? YOU FUCKING STARTED THIS!” You yelled

You were so fucking livid at this point , he tried to act like he was the victim when he didn’t have to say anything negative to you.

“YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO OPEN YOUR BIG FUCKING MOUTH TO CRITICIZE SOMEONE , SHUT THE FUCK UP SOMETIMES!” You yelled

He looked stunned , you never really curse anyone out that bad before. You didn’t care how he felt , you were tired of him poking and prodding at you. He needed to be put in his place.

“Baby don’t you think you were a little harsh?” Chris started

“No, I don’t think I was too harsh Chris , he had it coming .”

You were trying to calm down but they just kept saying you should apologize to Minho. Of course they were taking his side.

“I don’t think she should apologize, you guys know how Minho gets” Changbin said

Tears started to stream down cause you were getting frustrated. When you get mad , you start crying . It's been like that your whole life. Finally, some stood up for you and it was your lovely changbin. You loved changbin so much and you were thinking about rewarding him tonight but your thinking got interrupted.

“She should’ve never said those kinds of things to him though.” Jisung said, and the rest of the boys started agreeing. You honestly couldn’t take it any more and you didn’t have the heart to listen so you walked past some of the boys , to the front door and started putting on your shoes and coat. They started to walk towards you and asked where you were going but you just continued to leave.

You just needed time to breathe, to think, to calm down. You went home and replayed the argument in your head so many times that you cried yourself to sleep.

Hours passed, you woke and it was 10 pm already. You had worn yourself out. Even though you were mad at the boys, you missed them so much. You couldn’t stand being mad at them so you ultimately decided that you were going to make up with them , even though Minho started it.

On the ride to the boys dorm , you were just thinking about the argument and how Minho said those rude things to you. As you pulled up , you had to mentally get yourself together before going inside.

As you used your key for their apartment, you saw that they were sitting on the couch. Once they heard the clip of the front door , they quickly got up and tried to make their way towards but they were toppling over one another.

You put your hand up to stop them from coming close.

“We all need to talk.”

As you all sat on the couch , Before you could explain what’s been weighing on your mind, Minho started to speak.

“Baby, I’m so sorry , I didn't mean anything I said.”

“It felt like you did , you even called me out my name. Then everyone started to gang up on me. You guys made me feel like an outsider in my own relationship.” You cried

“Baby , we never wanted you to feel that way .” Chris started

Before Chris could say anything else , you cut him off.

“Well you did. Only changbin was by my side.” You sniffed

“But I don’t care any more , I said some things I shouldn’t have. I just can’t stand to be mad at you guys.”

After the boys started to give they’re apologies and hugs, you were thinking of a way to punish them.

“I want everyone to sit on the couch except changbin.” You said

As everyone settled on the couch , you went and grabbed a chair from the dining room and placed it in front of them.

“Sit , Changbin.”

Changbin had sat down and you started to explain what you were doing.

“I felt the need to punish you guys so this is what I’ll be doing. I’ll be fucking changbin and you guys will be watching. You guys can’t touch yourselves , you guys can’t touch me , you guys can’t touch changbin and you cannot touch each other. If you break these rules then I won’t be fucking you guys for the rest tonight and the rest of the month. Got it?” You smiled

You were so ready to punish and make Changbin suffer. Your sweet baby was just staring up at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Baby , just be a good boy for me and let me do everything ok?”

“Yes.”

You started kissing changbin's body, as you were kissing him , you started to strip him until he was naked and until you were on your knees in front of him. You pulled his boxers down and his cock shot up and hit his stomach. You grabbed it and Changbin let out a sweet moan. You started stroking up his cock while sucking on his tip. You smiled around Changbin's cock as You heard groans behind you. You continued to take changbin whole cock in your mouth , saliva running down the sides of your mouth as changbin started to fuck your throat.

“Fuck baby, I can’t take it, I’m going fucking blow.” Changbin groan

You continued to deep throat Changbin’s cock until he came down your throat. You made sure you swallowed everything he gave you with a smile. As you get up , you decide to start stripping. You made sure you put on a show for the boys. Once all your clothes were off, you started sinking down on Changbin’s cock. The stretch felt so good. You didn’t have time for being prepped.

“Fuck look at her, that pussy is just sucking binnie up.”

“Baby, I’m so hard.”

“Baby I need that pretty pussy.”

You sank down on Changbin and wasted no time bouncing on Changbin's . Changbin gripped your ass and helped you bounce on his cock. It felt so good but you didn’t want to cum just yet, you have seven cocks to go. You kept bouncing until you felt Changbin tighten his grip on your ass.

“Baby , I’m going to cum fuck.” Changbin whined

You started bouncing faster until you and changbin came undone , he filled up your hole so well.

“Fuck I need a turn.”

You got up off Changbin and turned around to see if the boys had broken any of your rules. None of them broke your rules so you knew they wouldn’t take the chance to not fuck you for a month.

“Han, I want you next.” You said

Han got up and started stripping , he was eager to have his fill of you or you filled up of him.

“How do you want me babe?” You asked

“I want you to ride me like changbin please baby.”

“Anything for you , love. Now lay down.”

You had Han lay on the floor because Changbin was still fucked on the chair. Han looked utterly pretty on the carpet but you were going to have him drooling after you were done with him. You were going to give the rest of them head , they didn’t deserve it today. They were lucky enough for you to fuck them.

You grabbed Han’s cock and started to stroke it. He started to whine so you just eased his suffering and sunk down on his cock. The moan he let was just music to your ears. You got on your knees and started to lift yourself up and down on his cock. You quickened your pace and not even long after, you and Han were cumming together.

“Fuck baby”

You got up from Han, cum dripping out of you but you didn’t care. You were still hungry for cock.

“Felix I need you love”

“Sweetheart , please” Felix begged

Felix's voice always made you feel some type of way and that feeling somehow always made its way down south.

You knew how Felix loved to have you. You grabbed a pillow off the couch and laid on your back. Legs wide and open for Felix. By this point , everyone were stripped down to nothing so it was easier for Felix just to fit between your legs and just start fucking you.

“Shit baby, you already had three cocks in you, how are you still so tight?” Felix groaned

You threw your head back and moaned, enjoying this time on your back cause you still had five delicious cocks to go and they just knew how to fuck you. You came and Felix followed. Fuck this was a lot but you never backed now.

You looked at Seungmin next, oh you were so ready for your puppy. Felix got up off you so Seungmin can fill your hole up with his cock. Seungmin just started to fuck you, he grabbed onto your jumping boobs and started groping them aggressively

“You think you can try to punish me ? Bark for me.”

It looks like he made you his puppy for today.

“Mong , Mong” you moaned put

He was quickening his pace , you came after he finally finished in your hole.

Fourth cock down, four more to go. You had mixed cum stuffed in your hole , running down your legs onto the carpet. This carpet might need to be replaced.

Now you are ready for your pretty hyunjinnie and his long cock. You turned over so you could be faced down, ass up. Hyunjin sank down to his knees and started to knead the flesh of your ass, his finger running over your leaking hole. He was observing.

“So much cum baby, you ready for mine?”

“Yes love.”

Then Hyunjin just stuffed his cock into you without warning , it felt so much different from behind you , Hyunjin was pounding into you and it felt so good fuck. He was hitting the sweet spot in you that made your toes curl.

“Fuckkk Hyunjin.” You moaned as you came, you were so sensitive at this point.

Hyunjin continued to fuck you until he was cumming in your hole. You were left trying to catch your breath.

Five down , three to go.

It was now the maknae’s turn to have you.

“Baby you ok, you’re not too far gone right?” He smiled at you

“If not , I need to hold on to the couch.” He said that with so much dominance. Your innie always seemed to disappear when it was time to fuck you. You got up on shaky legs and held onto the couch. Jeongin rubbed the small of your back as he eased his way into your fucked out hole.

“Fuck, still so tight”

Jeongin snapped his hips into yours at a pace you couldn’t keep up so you just stood there taking it. Jeongin had power , the way he was blowing your back out was utterly so much that you came without even knowing. By this point you were fucked out of your mind , just letting Jeongin fill you up.

Fuck , two more and these were by far the worst cause you knew your pussy was going to be destroyed.

Someone had pulled you down to the floor on your knees and that someone was Minho. He loved to fuck you from behind because he loved to see your ass.

“Just sit here and take it jagi.”

Then you were stuffed full of Minho , you moaned. He set a brutal pace as he grabbed the back of your neck and forced you into a deeper arch. He was ramming his hips into you while keeping you in place.

“I’m so sorry for earlier jagi , please forgive”

Minho was hitting that spot that made your insides tingle , fuck your were about to cum so hard. Minho continued to abuse your hole and you eventually creamed his cock. Minho continued until he stuffed you full.

You were wrecked , cum leaking out of you , hair everywhere but you weren’t done.

“Chris, I need you.”

“You sure baby? You already taken a lot-”

“ I’m sure come on and be the last to stuff me.”

Chris put you on your back with your legs pushed up by your head. Chris loved the matting press. Chris made sure you were comfortable before pushing his big cock into your worn out pussy.

“Fuck , Chris.”

Chris started to put his weight on you and drilled his hips into yours. The sound that was echoing through the living room was sinful , his balls were hitting your ass every time he thrusted into you. Chris was set on making you cum first and hard. Chris quickened his pace until you were babbling. He was hitting your cervix so good that it made you so stupid his cock. It was too much.

“Yes baby girl , take it.”

“Too much, I can’t take it.”

“You can and you will baby girl.”

With that you came on Chris’s come , your juices and the mixed cum running down his balls. Chris came and pulled out. Your legs were shaking and you were fucked out. All you wanted now was sleep. One of the boys picked you up and started taking you to the bathroom so you could pee.

Once you were clean , you were laid in bed and cuddled with your lovers.

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nikethestatue · 3 days ago

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Not Another Hallmark Christmas Story

Chapter 2: A Christmas Miracle? No

TW: Non consensual sexual activity

Azriel paid for the tree.

I didn’t want him to, but he ignored me when I tried to pay. It was $78 and I felt bad.

“Get in the car,” he told me. “Your shivering is driving me nuts.”

I bristled at his rudeness, but then he chose to hoist and tie the tree to the roof of the car, and you know what? Whatever! More power to him. If he wanted to do the shitty jobs, then he could be my guest. I sat in the car, in the passenger seat, because he made me, even though it was my vehicle! But I was so overcome with dread about him being in my house, I didn’t even care about that.

I still didn’t understand what his game was exactly? Why was he doing this? Why did he want to come to my house and decorate my tree?

Fifteen minutes later, he opened the door and slipped inside the warm car.

“You couldn’t have chosen a colder day?” he muttered under his breath, and then put his arm around my seat, looking back and pulling out of the parking spot. I had a camera in the car, but Azriel didn’t seem like the guy who trusted cameras.

“It’s 170-,” I started to tell him my address, but he cut me off and reminded me,

“I remember. I’ve been there before,” and he smirked.

I groaned inwardly.

Last Christmas

“You are hammered.”

It wasn’t a question.

Azriel stood with his hands in his pockets, his suit jacket still crisp and pristine. My co-workers were looking worse for wear, though they were still standing. After dinner, there was more drinking and charades, and then more drinking.

“I am not!” I protested. “I am perfectly fine.”

“Stand up then,” he jerked his chin at me, willing me to stand up.

I stood up, and then immediately swayed on my feet, careening so violently that he threw his arm out and steadied me. He didn’t grab my arm, or my hand. He wrapped his arm around my waist for a brief moment. He was firm and hard all over–his chest, his arm, his hand, his shoulder. For the few moments that we stood that closely together that’s all I felt–firmness and warmth.

“Looks like you are hammered,” he pointed out, as I swayed again.

I could hear myself slurring a bit ‘No I am not!’.

“Uhuh,” was all he muttered.

“I am just buzzed. I am not hammered!” I continued arguing with him.

“I am taking you home,” he announced then, ignoring my protestations.

Even in my inebriated state, alarm bells rang, “No, no! I can’t go with you.”

He only snorted and nudged me towards the coat room.

“No!” I repeated, frustrated, and a little scared, “you can’t take me home. I am not allowing you to!”

He actually laughed at that and simply said, “I wasn’t asking for permission.”

He walked me to the coat room, but I didn't have my ticket with me and he sat me down on a bench and said that he was going to be right back. I closed my eyes. I really wanted to go to sleep. And I wasn’t going to go anywhere with him! Never. I was going to get an Uber and go home. And then I was just going to sleep the whole weekend. Yes, that sounded like a good plan.

I must have dozed off after all, because the next thing I remember was Azriel standing there with my coat, my purse, and my phone, casually scrolling through it. How did he know my code??! How…what…how… I leapt to my feet, almost falling over in the process and landing on his chest, while he easily caught me around the waist, and held me to him, while his thumb scrolled through my contacts. I attempted to snatch the phone back from him, but he easily outmaneuvered me and simply whispered ‘settle down’. I watched in complete dismay as he paused on the names of my co-workers. My male co-workers. Graysen Nolan. Isaac Hale. Eris Vanserra. He then proceeded to delete them all from my contacts.

“Who is Ripleigh?” he asked blandly. “Is it a man or a woman?”

“It’s a woman! It’s my aunt!” I cried out desperately.

He left the contact alone and then dropped the phone back into my purse.

As if he didn’t just violate my privacy, didn’t break into my phone, and didn’t delete a bunch of my contacts, he easily held my coat for me and even gently helped me find the sleeves, before buttoning me up as if I was a toddler. His own coat was dark and expensive and long.

“I am going home,” I declared uselessly, once we stepped out of the restaurant.

North Pond restaurant in Lincoln Park, Chicago

It was cold and the park looked dark and menacing, despite it usually being pretty and safe in the daylight. Strong wind was blowing from the lake and I huddled into my coat.

“I know,” he said, and then offered me his arm, as if he was a gentleman, which I was forced to take, considering that I was wearing heels and was buzzed. For that one moment, and only that, I was sort of grateful that he was with me and that he was walking me to my Uber.

By the time we exited the park, I was freezing and also thankful that Azriel was next to me. His big body shielded me from the wind, and when it got especially gusty, he took a step back, so he could cover me and take the brunt of the cold himself. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought that he was being nice.

I mean, I’ll give credit where credit is due–Azriel Sebstian Singer was rather nice to me today. He didn’t critique me, he complimented me on how I played the game of trivia, he kept buying me drinks all night long (expensive ones too, with top shelf liquor.)

At some point in the evening, Graysen Nolan came over to me and we chatted about the Bears and how badly they were playing. Since it was Graysen and not Azriel, topics of conversation were limited to sports and work. Azriel didn’t interfere, but sat there, talking to my co-worker Gwyneth, who was a junior analyst on the team. She was very pretty, with her burnished bronze hair, tied in a high, perfectly straight pony, thin limbs and well-polished look of an Instagram influencer. She probably had a 19-step skincare routine. My routine was washing my face, if I remembered to, and moisturizing. She was drinking white wine and laughing a lot. Azriel seemed friendly and engaging and he smiled at her. I don’t know why, but it annoyed me. It annoyed me that she could laugh like that with him, her face open and her giggles bright. I could never do that with him. I could never be that carefree and relaxed. And his face wasn’t as intense when he was speaking with her. He always looked like he wanted to devour me. With her, he looked blandly polite.

“Buy you a drink?” Graysen had asked me, stepping a little too close to me.

“I’ve been drinking all night,” I admitted.

“You have it in you for one more,” he winked at me. “What are you drinking? Gin and tonic?”

Before I could answer, he ordered a gin and tonic for me. House gin. Problem was that I didn’t like gin and tonic at all. It was my least favourite cocktail–bitter and watery and medicinal. I wanted another one of those incredible dirty martinis that Azriel had gotten me. I pretended to sip the gin. When I looked across the bar, I’d noticed that Azriel was smirking in my direction. Like he knew that I wasn’t enjoying the drink.

“I wish I could ask you out,” Graysen told me, his eyes planted on my cleavage for a little too long. “I think these rules are unreasonable. And I am fixin’ to break them,” he grinned at me with a knowing look.

“I am flattered,” I murmured, and threw a nervous glance at Azriel praying that he didn’t hear what Graysen had proposed. Azriel seemed to have been engaged in a conversation with a few men from the team, with Gwyn laughing in the midst of the gathering, her fingers planted on Azriel’s bicep. However, the moment I looked up at him, I felt his eyes on me.

The risk wasn’t worth it. Graysen wasn’t enticing enough for me to risk Azriel’s wrath, however unreasonable it was.

…I was cold, sleepy but feeling giddy once we got out of the park. Azriel pulled out his phone and ordered an Uber. “Seven minutes away,” he said to me. I knew that I should let go of his arm, but he was so big and warm, and I was so tired. So, instead of disengaging from him, I closed my eyes–just a moment–and leaned against his shoulder. I was drunk, okay? I didn’t mean to. I shouldn’t have. But we stood there, under the street light, with random snowflakes swirling around us and the wind whipping my hair around my shoulders.

“You talked to Gwyn a lot tonight,” I said, my eyes still closed.

“You spoke with Graysen. Did he ask you out?” he chuckled in response.

“Maybe.”

“What did you tell him?” he didn’t sound angry. Merely curious.

“That I couldn’t. We couldn’t.”

“And if you could?” he pushed.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Would you go out with Gwyn if you could?”

He snorted in derision,

“Gwyn? No. Why would I?”

“She likes you,” I pointed out. “She’d want you to ask her.”

“She’ll be waiting a long time.”

“You don’t like her?” I asked.

“Not at all. He is too young. She talks too much. She dares to one up me in things, which is ridiculous,” he concluded haughtily.

“Maybe she is confident?” I argued.

“Stupid, more like. She is tangling with someone who is almost ten years older than her.”

“Oh my god, are you 37?” I exclaimed and opened my eyes.

He was looking at me, resting my head on his shoulder.

“No,” his brow furrowed, “you think that I am almost 40 years old?”

Shit.

“I mean, no…I don’t know. You look good,”

“If you add ‘for your age’ I will write you up,” he threatened, but there was no bite behind it. Mostly amusement.

“You can’t do that! But also��35?”

“I am 33 years old, Elain,” he groaned.

I tried to stifle a laugh. He looked so put off by my guessing his age, it was actually amusing.

A Toyota pulled up to the curb and Azriel checked his phone.

“That’s us,” he said.

Us?

His hand slipped down my back and he placed it just above my hip, almost on my ass, his pinkie definitely a little too low for comfort. He prodded me towards the car and opened the door, helping me slide inside the cabin. It was awkward in my drunken state, but I finally plopped in the seat and my head lolled to the side. I just wanted to sleep.

“Good ni-,” I began saying, but stopped abruptly because Azriel was sliding in after me. His coat was cold against my skin when I brushed against the soft cashmere. He folded his massive body into the back seat, manspreading widely and pressing into my side.

“What are you doing?” I had the sense to ask.

“What am I doing?” he asked, visibly confused.

“Why are you in the car? Where are you doing?” I pushed, now pathetically nervous.

“You think I am going to let you ride in some shady Uber in the middle of the night when you are drunk?” he asked rationally, ignoring the driver’s outraged glance and sighing, like I was asking stupid questions. When he put it like that it made sense, but it also didn’t.

“I don’t live far,” he explained further. “About 20 minutes from your place.”

“And you’ll drop me off and go home then?” I asked hopefully.

He hummed something unintelligible and didn’t respond.

I must have dozed off for a few minutes, because by the time I opened my eyes, we were almost in Wicker Park. I don't know how or why, but my hand was on this thigh, palm up. I jerked it back, feeling embarrassed. He was my manager. And I didn’t like him. And none of this was even remotely appropriate.

I watched his handsome profile and his heavy-lidded eyes. He truly was very beautiful. Shame he was such a dick most of the time.

He must have sensed that I woke up because he looked at me and his expression was almost soft. There wasn’t a lot that was soft about Azriel, but right now, in the darkness and the flickering lights, he seemed content.

He looked at me for a beat of time and then said, “You can sleep”.

Then he looked at his phone, and muttered, “I’ll get some work done.”

I noticed graphs and charts on his screen and told him, “It’s Friday.”

“Never stopped me before,” he said in his usual clipped tone. “Besides, I need to rework one of your buddy Graysen’s reports, because he screwed it up. Yours also need work.”

My heart beat rapidly and heat flooded my cheeks.

“I sent it to you for review before we left the office!” I reminded him defensively.

“You did,” he agreed. “And it needs work. Kind of sloppy on the UBS data.”

“No it’s not!” I argued.

He leveled one of his stony gazes and said, “If I said it’s sloppy, then it’s sloppy.”

The driver snorted a laugh.

Azriel pursed his lips with distaste, as if he was the only one who was allowed to berate me. My cheeks were painfully hot.

“Go to sleep,” Azriel said again.

“We are almost home.”

“I’ll wake you.”

So I did.

I didn’t know then what I know now.

When I inhaled his scent, his cedar-scented aftershave, it seemed familiar. Bold, but almost comforting. I didn’t know back then that the scent would come to disgust me. And yet, a year later, I didn’t know that I would be like a trained dog, responding to it with fear, trepidation and familiarity.

I leaned against his shoulder and fell asleep.

When I woke up the following morning, I felt a bit disoriented. Wildly thirsty. My head was heavy, my temples pounding. I haven’t felt this bad probably since college, and I wasn’t much of a partier even then. My mouth was dry and I had real difficulty moving my tongue around. My stomach was unsettled, but at least I didn’t have the urge to vomit. My limbs were laden though, heavy and stiff. I probably would have slept for another thirty hours and still be tired.

My brain moved slowly, like a sleepy sloth.

And then, I was jolted awake. Violently.

Because the smell…the scent of him. Unmistakable. It was here. In my nostrils. Permeating the air around me.

And then, the heat.

The heat of him, of his body, the heaviness of his bones all around me.

Mind you, all of this took place in my brain within about 3-4 seconds. Once I knew, I knew it all.

I knew that he was in bed with me.

I knew that he was under my duvet with me.

I knew that I was feeling his bare skin against my own.

I knew that he was spooning me from behind.

I knew that it was his hot, long cock in the crack of my ass.

I knew that it was his breath on my shoulder, fanning my hair.

I knew that he was naked? Almost naked? His legs and arms were naked.

I knew that I wasn’t wearing anything on my legs. Underwear? Did I have underwear on?

I knew that his big palm was cupping my breast possessively.

I knew that his other hand was between my legs, warm skin lodged between my thighs.

I thought frantically about what had transpired last night?

I didn’t remember coming upstairs to my apartment, but there was a vague sense of him being here and walking me in. How did he open the door? Did I give him the keys? Or did he rummage through my bag? Well, considering how he spied on me, found out my phone code, and then broke into my phone and proceeded to delete a bunch of contacts, I suppose him digging through my purse wasn’t that big of a deal. Almost expected behaviour, I guess.

After that, things were even muddier in my stupid brain.

The only thing that I recalled with any degree of clarity was a moment where I was in the bed, barely awake, and he was hovering on top of me and my dress was hiked up over my hips and he was rolling my pantyhose down my legs.

That was it.

Suddenly he moved. I think he was still asleep. He sighed softly and his face pressed to the back of my neck, as he inhaled softly. His hand moved between my closed thighs, pressing into my flesh, and then he cupped me. Cupped my pussy in his hand as if this was the most natural thing for him to do. Only then, to my endless relief, I realised that I was wearing underwear. Didn’t stop him from brushing his thumb over the indentation of my slit. It was a proprietary and familiar gesture, as if he’s done this a million times before with me.

“I liked you more when you were sleeping,” he suddenly groaned in my ear. “You were nice and relaxed.”

I was too shocked to speak. Meanwhile, he spoke like this was not a big deal.

“I like how soft you are,” he added casually and moved his hips, grinding into me.

“What are you doing?” I finally managed to whisper.

“Waking up, I guess,” he shrugged.

Then, with some disdain in his voice, he added venomously, “I am sorry. This must be very disappointing for you. That it’s me, and not Graysen. Or Eris. You are waking up next to Azriel Singer and not someone you actually like.”

I don’t know…I don’t know what he sounded like at that moment?

Angry? But also hurt? Also disappointed?

I, personally, wasn’t disappointed. I was petrified and completely discombobulated. That wasn’t ‘disappointment’. This was a full on freak out.

I swallowed. Hard.

“Did we?” I couldn’t finish the thought.

No. No. No.

Please G-d. No.

“Have we,”

He groaned again.

“Please, like you wouldn’t feel if you had me inside of you?” he chortled unhappily.

“But then,”

“I didn’t feel like calling another Uber and going home,” he said.

“So you decided to just park here, undress me and sleep with me?!” I cried, fighting a full blown panic attack.

“I suppose I did, didn’t I?”

I opened my mouth to speak further, but he interrupted, “And before you assume that you can run to HR and start accusing me of things, may I remind you that everyone saw that you willingly went with me? That you were at the bar with me, drinking and laughing. And that, if I was inside of you, I would’ve worn a condom–at least for now–and,”

“You said we didn’t do anything!” I screamed, trying to turn around in his arms.

He kept me in place.

“I said that you would know if we did,” he argued calmly. “Would you, Elain?” his thumb slowly dragged over my nipple, circling it. “Or are you a sweet, and innocent virgin, just waiting for someone strong and powerful to come and make you his?”

I couldn’t even respond.

He sighed and then pulled away. Once the enormity of his body separated from me, I curled into a ball under the duvet, tucking my knees to my chest.

“As I was saying,” he continued, swinging his legs and planting them on the floor, as he rubbed his face. “Keep all your emotions to yourself. You are a strong and capable woman. I am sure I don’t need to tell you that it would be unwise to speak to anyone about this–you have a successful career ahead of you. What’s more, I will be your manager in a few weeks. And you will be under my complete control.”

I barely contained a sob which threatened to escape me.

A million very uncomfortable questions swirled in my head, but I didn’t dare ask any of them.

It was petrifying that I’d have to become some kind of a sex slave to my new boss.

It was horrifying to think that maybe he did have sex with me while I was unconscious.

It scared me to think that maybe, this was…something? One thing is lust. But what if this was some kind of stalking? An odd obsession that this powerful, respected man harboured for me for whatever reason?

“Also,” he continued when I didn’t respond. “You don’t know if I took any photos. Or videos. And if I did, you don’t know how you might look in them.”

Oh god. This was not something I expected for him to pull.

I forgot. We lived in the age of everything being filmed or photographed. Why wouldn’t he? If he wanted my silence or assurance that this would stay between us, he would take photos.

“Did you?” I asked at last and my voice sounded hollow even to my own ears.

“Did I what?”

“Take photos? Videos?”

“For me to know, for you not to find out and live with an uncomfortable thought of ‘what if he did’?”

“Why are you doing this to me?!” I all but screamed.

“Doing what, exactly?” he inquired cruelly and I heard him stroll into the bathroom. “Buy you drinks? Guide your career? Making sure that you got home safe?” I heard him relieve himself and then the toilet flushed. “Oh, keeping douchebags like Graysen from taking advantage of you? Someone who’d pump and dump and then you’d be walking around the office all teary eyed and clutching at your blouse?”

“He…he…he wouldn’t,” I tried.

“Oh, no, he totally would,” he called out from the bathroom. The water was on. He was brushing his teeth. Was he using my toothbrush?!?! I don’t know why this was the one thing that almost pushed me over the edge? Of all the things that I’ve experienced since last night, this was something that I couldn’t comprehend.

He stepped out of the bathroom.

His voice was close, and I kept my eyes shut.

“And to answer your little ‘woe is me!’ question about why I am doing this to you: maybe I like you.”

“What?” I didn’t mean to, but I opened my eyes on reflex.

“Yeah,” he huffed. “Just because you have some kind of warped opinion of me and you are a haughty princess who wouldn’t give anyone the time of day, doesn’t mean that your opinion is correct.”

Whatever he said, I wasn’t paying attention.

Because all he wore was a pair of boxer briefs, his unnaturally perfect body on full display. His brown skin was smooth and stretched tautly over an intricate maze of muscles and perfect sinew and bulging veins. He was hairless, and his pecs were like slabs of burnished bronze, and what surprised me the most were the black tattoos that covered parts of his shoulders and wrapped around his powerful, muscular arms.

He padded towards the living room and the kitchen, leaving me behind. I thought he’d be getting dressed and finally leaving me alone. But, surprise-surprise, I wasn’t so lucky! Instead, I heard the kitchen sink water run, and then some kind of movement of pots and pans.

Was he…cooking?

I finally got up, refusing to go and investigate. Whatever he was doing, he was doing. I wouldn't be able to stop him anyway.

I was wearing panties, and a t-shirt, but I was braless and the t-shirt was from my dresser. At the very least, he’d seen my breasts. He had removed my bra, which was draped over the door handle in an overly sexual manner, taunting me.

I tore the t-shirt off my body.

My nipples ached. I rushed to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My breasts are large and full, and the skin is white. That morning, my nipples were unusually swollen and puffy. They puckered, like perfect pink round grapes. And just above my right nipple was an outline of a purplish bruise.

He’d sucked on them. He’d licked on my breasts, he sucked on my nipples. He bit them and he left a mark, which he wanted me to find. I brushed my palms over the nipples and winced. He definitely did more than sucking–in the recess of my mind, I recalled him pinching them, rolling them between his fingers. I recalled his dark head looming over me, his tongue lapping over my tits and I remembered him smirking at me, when he pulled my nipples with his teeth, tonguing them roughly. He branded me with his teeth.

His bite felt somehow final. Like he made me his.

I stepped into the shower, not caring that I was naked, and that he was just in the other room.

I washed my hair and scrubbed my body. It felt like he might have touched my clit too, but I wasn’t sure.

When I was done and my hair was wrapped in a towel, I noticed that he’d opened a new toothbrush. I had a set in one of the drawers, languishing there for at least a year, maybe longer. It’s not like anyone came and stayed here, so the package was unopened until today. What concerned me more was how he knew that I had this package of toothbrushes? And why didn’t I hear him rummage through the drawers? He found them immediately.

…”Did you touch me?”

I was dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I wasn’t going to dress up for him, and he wasn’t going to see me in yoga pants or anything even remotely revealing. My hair was wet and hanging over my shoulders, unstyled.

“Touched you?”

Azriel was still basically naked, still only in his boxers. The coffee was percolating on the stove, and the frying pan held a pile of cooked eggs, seared tomatoes, something green too. Spinach maybe?

I noticed that the counters were wiped clean and the dishes that I had left in the sink yesterday morning were washed and put away.

“Your apartment is messy,” he stated blandly, and poured coffee into one of my flower cups that I got from England. I watched him and contemplated whether I’ll need to toss them out now, because he touched them.

“Well, I am sorry, “ I snapped. “I guess you’ll just have to get the hell out of here,”

“Don’t be rude,” he warned me coldly.

I bit my lip and he glared at me with those green, penetrating eyes. Then, he slowly handed me the cup.

“Sit,” he ordered, “and you will be respectful.”

“Why are you here?” I demanded.

“Trying to bring you to heel is why I am here,” he snarled through his teeth, but it was quiet and he didn’t seem angry. More like annoyed. I guess he expected me to heel out of my own volition?

“Your apartment is messy,” he repeated. “Your mail is unopened and piled on there. Your clothes were tossed on the floor. The dishes were unwashed. The laundry basket is overflowing. There was a bunch of expired stuff in the fridge, which I had to toss,” and he glanced at the trash can.

What the hell. Why was he going through all my things? Throwing stuff out?

“Are you having trouble with work and life balance?” he queried imperiously.

What life? All I did was fucking worked nonstop! What ‘balance’?

“I am fine,” I muttered.

“Are you? Because it seems like things are being neglected and falling through the cracks.”

“And it’s none of your business,” I reminded him.

“I beg to differ.”

He picked up a plate and placed eggs and tomatoes on it and then sprinkled the whole thing with some grated cheese. He set the plate in front of me and then made himself one as well.

“Did you touch me?” I reminded him.

His fork stopped midway between the plate and his mouth and he looked at me with amusement.

“Of course I touched you.”

I almost choked on my eggs.

“I loved undressing you,” he said softly, watching me and my reactions. “Took the dress off you, then your pantyhose.”

“And?”

“Your tits are magnificent,” he stated simply, without breaking eye contact. “I knew that they would be. But honestly, I wasn’t prepared for how nice they were once I got the bra off you. So soft. Larger than I expected, which isn’t something I am going to complain about. I wasn’t expecting to play with them quite as much as I did, but once I got my hands on them, I couldn’t stop. Are they hurting?”

He was so preternaturally calm about this. An absolute psychopath. Drinking coffee and eating eggs and chatting like this was nothing.

“Yes,” I told him firmly.

Instead of remorse, he smiled a satisfied smile.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Azriel. They hurt.”

“Good. You’ll remember me and this night for a while now,”

“Hard to forget,” I said sarcastically.

“I sucked your nipples for like forty minutes straight,” he informed me. “I couldn't stop. When you are pregnant, they’ll be absolutely glorious. Large and sensitive…What can I say…I am a tit man.”

I stopped eating.

Pregnant?

Pregnant??

“Do you want me to suck them more?” he offered and I screamed ‘NO!’

He sighed.

“Pity.”

He finished his food and coffee and went to the sink to wash everything and tidy up.

“I’d stay, but I have a ton of work to do and I need to go grocery shopping,” he explained, as if I was begging him to stay or wondering what he would be doing later. He was insane.

He went to the living room, where I noticed his suit hanging neatly and pulled his trousers on.

“Why did you do it?”

“Do what, exactly? I’ve done a lot of things,” he told me, as he began buttoning his shirt.

“All of this…”

“Like I said, maybe I like you. Or maybe I am a psychopath who loves tormenting co-workers. Sucking on your tits? Well, that’s a given. I am a man and I find you rather attractive. Anything else?”

“Why did you delete all the contacts from my phone?” I don’t even know where that came from. But it’s been bothering me.

He frowned.

“Because, Elain, you don’t need anyone but me. You certainly don’t need Isaac or Graysen. And if you have a question about work, you will come to me,” his voice was chilly. “You will learn how to come to me for all your needs. You will get your pride under control and you will ask me for assistance. It will be me that you seek out. Me. I will be the center of your world. Do we understand each other?”

I sat there, in shocked silence.

“Do we understand each other?” he pressed.

I nodded.

What was I going to do?

I’d have to figure it out after I gathered my thoughts.

“Good,” he smiled at me.

He didn’t put his suit jacket on, but folded it over his arm. I was still at the kitchen table, when he came over and looked down at me.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked smoothly, his knuckles gently brushing my hair.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Azriel. I will be a good girl for you.”

“You’ll listen? You’ll follow my directions? You won’t argue? You’ll come to me for help?”

“Yes.”

I sighed.

“Word by word,” he snapped.

I swallowed and repeated,

“I will be a good girl for you, Azriel. I will listen to you and you will guide me, and I will follow your directions without arguments. When I need help, I will seek you out.”

He smiled, his absurdly handsome face looking positively happy.

“You are my good girl,” he breathed, and then, his hands reached and he suddenly cupped my breasts. He squeezed them slowly, without breaking eye contact, and then slowly rolled them about, squeezing tighter. He watched me, as he thumbed my nipples. “Perfect,” he approved, and then pinched both nipples between his fingers and tugged on them. “Walk me to the door,” he told me then, and didn’t release me, and pulled on my nipples painfully. I got up, and he led me to the door by my nipples, tugging harder and rolling them. It felt good but I also winced from the pain. He was harsh, like he was in life.

We stopped by the door. I noticed that he had a trash bag waiting for him there.

He leaned towards me and his lips ghosted over mine. He gave my breasts one parting squeeze and said, “I’ll see you on Monday.”

Picking up his coat, he grabbed the trash bag and left.

Left me ruined.

Confused.

Scared.

And with a clean apartment.

For some reason, it never occurred to me to ask him back then how he knew where I lived?

#Not Another Hallmark Christmas Story #elriel #elain archeron #azriel #azriel and elain #pro elriel #elain #elain x azriel #acotar #elriel fanfic #Elriel fic #my writing

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prettyboykatsuki · 15 hours ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/prettyboykatsuki/772075315170344960/what-self-indulgent-idea-is-this-time-twin

Not self indulgent if I want to hear what you have to have to say so fucking bad… You’re indulging ME now bestie

linky link

its just so .. like LISTEN.

like. walk with me. but you're basically like. isagis childhood neighbor right. he's a few years older than you by then you too. like you're in elementary and he's in middle school. one of these days you're in a fight with other older kids (and they're kicking your ass) and isagi gets in the way and pulls his whole like tsk tsk what r u doing bullying a kid younger than u shtick and the kids then run away

and from that he tries to walk u home and u basically idolize him and he just. figures you're a little boy. like u have a gender neutral ish nickname and u dress in boardhosrts and big shirts and its hard to tell and plus you always rough house with isagi. you just have a Rough personality in general and u call him aniki which he finds funny.

and for the few years ur in the same neighborhood ur basically always with him and he never figures it out. ur in his room and he teaches u to play soccer (u prefer baseball at that point) and u spend all of ur time in his room even when he's in exams etc.

i think u move like,, just as he gets into highschool. far enough away that he doesnt see u again for years and years.

and then when he's in his mid twenties he comes back to his hometown and subsequently So Do You.

you've been moved in for a while and his mom had told him that before once in passing but isagis spent a long time playing in germany so he hadnt thought about it until he comes back and his mom is like. oh u should go visit them and say hi and isagi is fondly like aw yeah i wonder how that kid grew up.

and so . u know. he goes over. plans to say to your mom. is curious about how u grew up cause he hasnt kept in touch at all. yk.

and then. he goes over and a woman answers the door. and hes like ....?

but before he even gets to ask, you positively light up. like BEAMING. and you go "aniki? is that you?"

?!. isagi is in shock. he literally is like. What. Huh. but like. that voice. that face. like you look the same but the years have softened you out, made your features more... idk... he feels wrong saying girly but ? maybe thats it.

and the way you talk is EXACTLY the same. rife with slang, kind of rude, clearly picked up some gyaru slang while u were away but you're not exactly dressed that. u have boobs now and isagi is . short circuiting. and he says your name and FUCKKK your smile is exactly the same. like the same toothy almost silly vibe about you.

you invite him in like nothings changed and for u it probably hasnt. but he's literally malfunctioning trying to keep up. bc its YOU. like it is. you're the same kid he remembers messing with his soccer ball in his room and frowning at the stuff he studied for his highschool entrance exams. and those few years between u then felt like so much but youre both adults now.

its so disorienting. isagi really loved you even when you were kids. obviously it wasnt like That then. more like u were a fond, distant memory of his childhood that he can appreciate looking back. u have siblings but isagi didnt so it was less lonely with u around since he was an only child.

and he was looking forward to reconnecting, really!! he had all these plans about going to play soccer with you and asking if you had a girlfriend. but . But . what !!!!!!!!

he doesnt say anything i think. but you do insist he takes you down to the 7/11 to get snacks like when you were kid, and you make the same cheeky comment about making him pay since he's older and he's rich now and isagi gets the most doki-doki lovesick as feeling and almost passes away because no!!!!!!! why is he feeling that for you!!!!!!

internally he's yelling at himself but he does do it anyway bc he still likes making u happy. its familiar and warm and you end with your legs stretched out in a loose hoodie sharing chips and a drink and you're like,, smiling so familiar about old memories and the feeling just keeps Being there persistently. and he's like stop that rn!!!! he cannot!!!! for many reasons!!!!!!!

bc it feels weird since he rmbs u as kids but also bc it feels unfair to only be thinking of u this way now that he knows. and after he spends all evening with you he Resolves himself to not pursue anything while he stays with his parents.

(but how well does that resolve hold up when he begins to Notice your rather obvious feelings for him?)

#return to sender #a.isagi #feeling very weird abouthim

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fuck-customers · 1 day ago

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This is one part vent, one part asking for advice.

First, the vent:

Recently while I was bringing stock out and putting it on the shelves, this one male customer starts repeatedly asking me for my name. Initially I think I might have misheard him, so I ask him to repeat himself.

"What's your name?"

I'm confused because I am very much wearing my name badge, it is a rare day I forget it. He is enough distance away that it's possible that he just doesn't see it, but that still leaves me with a question:

"Why are you asking for my name?"

"Because you're so nice."

Now I'm mentally going through my entire previous few hours of my shift because I don't think I'd had any other interactions with him beyond a basic "hello" or maybe an "excuse me" as I was trying to wheel a rack of clothes through the store. Maybe I'm just awkward, but that doesn't really seem enough to determine if someone is nice, never mind pestering her for her name. And I'm still not entirely sure what his intentions are.

I didn't really engage with him after this and kinda just booked it around the nearest corner. I did see him again a couple times over the next hour and he tried to approach me both times, but I was able to dodge him by ducking down different aisles.

Now the part where I ask for advice:

Does anyone have any suggestions on how to deal with a situation like this? I don't like the idea of giving out my name to people for such an ambiguous reason as my "being nice", but I also don't want to spend such a significant portion of my shift just trying to dodge a potential creeper. At the same time though, if he genuinely wasn't being a weirdo, I don't want to be rude and just walk away like I did this time.

Ask if you can use a fake name at work. We will let you use any name you want but you have to answer to it. If someone calls the wrong (real) name just say "hello [name] isn't here today what can I help you with?"

-Rodney

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stabbyfoxandrew · 2 days ago

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For WIPW - could I have some arson!Neil please? They're in the same place! I'm very excited!

WIP Wednesday (11/27) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 267)

Andrew merely shrugs at that and snaps the lid back into place before adding the candy to the ginormous bag in his lap. Rearranging everything to fit back inside is difficult and sort of pointless, but it gives him something to do besides stare. He doesn't think 10 would appreciate staring right now. The man's already getting a bit twitchy. Restless.

Andrew glances over at him and 10's hands are scarred across the knuckles, all the way up towards his wrists. They're shaking slightly where they rest on his lap. He's turned very slightly to face Andrew with one leg bent under him and the other bouncing a mile a minute on the floor.

"You seem nervous." Andrew comments, making 10's head snap up. "Should I look away for a minute so you can run off into the alley and set something on fire?"

"No. Shut up. I'm fine," 10 answers quickly. But the way his fingers tense suggests it's a lie. The arsonist blows air through his nose. "I'm fine. Really. You're a horrible firefighter by the way."

"How dare you." Andrew says in mock offense, hand to his heart and everything. "I'll have you know I'm an incredible firefighter."

"You just suggested I commit arson."

"Because you're an arsonist and it calms you down." Andrew says. Besides, he thinks it's safest to commit arson with a firefighter ten feet away. He doesn't bother sharing that thought because he doesn't want to get roped into being an accessory.

10 laughs humorlessly then sighs deeply. "Andrew."

"That's my name."

10 rolls his pretty eyes and mutters something to himself that Andrew can't decipher. "The reason I'm nervous is you."

"I'm wildly aware." Andrew says, crossing his arms. "You're certifiably antisocial and you don't hide it very well."

It's rude and hurtful and Andrew could say the same of himself. But he's not the one who looks like he's about to puke. Or bolt out of his own car to get away.

"No. This... is different." 10 makes a face. For a moment he chews on his bottom lip— from the look of it, he's been abusing it all day. Andrew watching 10's eyes flit about silently, waiting for something. Finally, 10 clears his throat. "You know how I told you a while back that I didn't swing? Sexually or whatever."

"Yes." Andrew had been dismayed at that reveal. He remembers the fantasy he'd entertained— sucking 10's bad habit out of him— when they were barely acquainted.

"I think I was wrong." 10 says and Andrew freezes. "I think maybe I do. At you."

"What does that mean exactly?"

"It means I... like you." 10 answers with a shrug.

"You like me, as in...?"

"As in, I think you're attractive and fun to talk to and I might want to kiss you sometime."

At that confession, Andrew's heart skips a beat. Or two. Possibly three.

Despite his heart's concerning rhythm and his stomach's gymnastic routine, Andrew can do nothing but stare blankly. He's never been told something like that before in his entire fucking life. No one's ever liked him. No one's ever wanted to kiss him sometime. People have wanted and taken, but never asked.

#they ARE in the same place!!!! >:333333 #it's finally happening guys. this slow burn (pun intended) is finally getting somewhere yAY #andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew #🕊️#answered #anon #sorry this is so late btw i've been busy wanting to die lmaoo

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calicomarie11 · 3 days ago

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My Best Friend's Wedding

WIP, Smut after the spoiler tag, dropping everyone into the middle of the story,

Buck disappeared through the bathroom door, his shoulders stiff in a way that spoke to how hard he was working to maintain his control. Tommy had never seen him that tense, not even when he was ranting about Gerrard back in his loft as Tommy patiently listened.

He knew it was just a matter of time before Buck snapped and he also knew Buck would feel horrible about it if he ruined his best friend’s engagement party. And Tommy knew he would also feel bad if the two of them messed this up for his sister.

So he followed Buck into the bathroom ready to diffuse this bomb, or at least try to limit the fallout.

Buck was washing his hands at the sink when Tommy closed the door behind him and threw the lock. Their eyes met in the mirror, Buck’s narrowed in anger, Tommy’s full of frustration.

“What do you want, Thomas?” he asked, the name he knew Tommy hated dripping with derision.

“I want to know what your problem is, Buck. I thought we agreed to be civil for Eddie and Erin’s sake but you’ve been nothing but rude and pissy all night.” Tommy tried to keep his voice level, but even he can hear the bitchiness bleeding through.

Buck shook his head and glared at him as if he’d never seen a stupider man in his life. “You brought a date,” he stated flatly. “You knew I would be here and you brought a date.”

“I told you, John is just a friend,” Tommy said, frustration evident.

“Well you should tell him that, because he’s been all over you tonight,” Buck ground out.

“It’s not like that, I swear.” Tommy looked to the ceiling, hoping for divine intervention. “Even if it was, we’re not together anymore. I’m allowed to go on dates with other people.”

Buck rolled his eyes at that. “Sure, fine, whatever, but you don’t have to rub it in my face. You don’t see me here with a date, do you?”

And that hurt more than Tommy expected, the idea of Buck bringing a date, moving on.

“There is nothing between John and I. He’s just here for moral support.” (And to keep him from doing stupid things like locking himself in a bathroom with his ex. Whoops). "I wouldn't do that to you Buck."

"Stop calling me Buck, asshole," Buck growled at him. "And I didn't think you'd leave me without a conversation either, but here we are."

Buck stared at him, a whole argument playing over his face as he looked at Tommy. A quiet "Fuck it" was the only warning he had before Buck, Evan, was on him, a hand going to the button of his jeans, another hand twisted in his hair dragging his head back so Evan could latch on to his neck.

And he knew he should stop him, should grab Evan's wrist before he succeed in pulling out his dick, push him away and force them to actually talk, but it was heaven to have Evan this close to him again. He groaned as Evan wrapped his big hand around him and started to pump, taking him from half to fully hard in moments.

Then Evan was on his knees before him, looking up at him with sad, angry, desperate eyes. He met his gaze and nodded, ignoring his better angels to give in to temptation.

Evan wrapped his lips around the head of his cock and sank down on him until his nose was pressed into the curly hair at his base. He gasped as he felt the slight resistance before Evan had him in his throat, swallowing around him. Evan pressed as close as possible even as tears gathered at the edges of his eyes and his throat continued to work.

His hands fluttered, wanting to grab onto Evan's hair and pull him back so he would breathe, not wanting harm to come to him but also knowing that this was Evan's show. He was in charge of this encounter and Tommy would do whatever he needed in this moment. He compromised by grabbing his own hair and tugging to keep from coming immediately at the homecoming it felt like to have a piece of himself inside Evan.

He threw his head back to thunk against the wall as Evan finally pulled back to grab a breath before he started to bob with purpose. It was messy, filthy, and desperate. Evan whined around his cock as he threw himself into it. There was no attempt at technique or going slow, just Evan thrusting himself forward on his cock over and over again, trying to get as close as possible, whining and moaning around him.

He pulled off to turn his head and sink his teeth into Tommy's thigh, his hand still moving over his cock as he sucked a deep purple mark into the soft skin. Tommy hissed at the sudden pain and flinched.

Buck sat back and observed the mark with pride. "Try explaining that to your date," he said triumphantly.

"John is not my date," Tommy huffed.

"Well he wants to be," Evan snarked back. "But he doesn't get this, not tonight," he said with a squeeze to Tommy's cock. "Tonight, this is mine."

"Yeah, baby, it's all yours," Tommy groaned as Evan took him down again. He wasn't going to last much longer, it had been over a year since the last time they had done this and there hadn't been anyone else in the meantime.

"I'm close, baby," he warned and then Evan had him all the way down his throat, swallowing around his cock and he was coming, biting on his fist to muffle the sounds crawling up his throat.

Evan finally pulled back, chest heaving as he sucked in air, his eyes hazy. Tommy watched as the fog cleared and Buck's face went back to the impassive mask he'd been wearing around him throughout the wedding planning process.

He reached down a hand to help Buck up only to have it smacked away. He struggled to his feet on his own and turned to wash his hands. He wouldn't meet his eyes in the mirror as Tommy straightened himself up.

Buck unlocked the door and didn't turn to look at him as he muttered a soft "See ya around, Kinard" and left the bathroom.

Well, that could have gone better Tommy thought. He slid down the wall to sit on the cold tile floor, aftershocks still coursing through his body. Muffled through the door he heard John's voice and Buck's loud reply of "He's all yours." He could imagine the pissy smirk on Buck's face as he walked away and then John was in the bathroom with him, leaning against the door.

"I let you out of my sight for one minute," John sighed, disappointment coloring his voice, "and you have ex sex at your sister's engagement party. We talked about this, Kinard. You were supposed to come to me if you got the urge so I could talk you down."

"It wasn't like that. I just wanted to talk to him, let him yell at me a bit and take the edge off, get it out of his system. I forgot what a jealous bastard he can be." Tommy finally looked up to meet John's eyes. "It's probably for the best he took it out on me or we might have been stopping by an urgent care for you on the way home."

John barked out a laugh. "He was jealous of me? I can't wait to tell Leo about this, he'll never let you borrow me again."

Tommy rolled his eyes and held up a hand so John could help him off the floor. "Keep laughing, we still have to get through the speeches and then I'll get you back home to your husband."

John hauled him up and put his hands on his shoulders to steady him. "Are you going to be alright?" he asked, his eyes searching.

"I have to be." Tommy said. "This is important to Erin and I'm not going to mess this up for her. It's just a few more months and then I never have to see him again."

"Is that what you really want?" John asks. "Because that's not the impression I've gotten. I know you think you were protecting yourself when you left him, but it's been a year, man and you haven't moved on. And obviously he still feels something for you. Just think about giving it another chance. It could be a Hallmark movie, and I know how much you like those. Talk to him, open up, let him in. The worst has already happened, so where's the risk?"

Tommy scrunched up his nose. Leaving Evan the first time when he'd tried so hard to hold himself apart, to convince himself that it was casual, that there was no future there, had almost broke him. If he actually let him in and it ended anyway….he might not come back from that.

"I'll think about it," he said.

#bucktommy #tevan #wip #evan buck buckely #tommy kinard #Eddie's getting married #To Tommy's sister #Buck is the best man #and Tommy is the man of honor #is this anything?

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lxchadora · 4 hours ago

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Rosita was glad that the other woman started the conversation. She wasn't always the best when it came to talking to people. Not that she was socially anxious or awkward by any means, but not everyone dealt well with her tendency to shoot straight to the point. She's never been one for dancing around the subject, but not everyone was like Kyleigh. A subtle approach worked better for some people.

Crossing her arms she shot the young man a smile, who gave them both a nod in return, expression remaining stony. "Rosita and Kyleigh", he greeted. Rosita had told him her name a while ago, but unbeknownst to her, Kyleigh hadn't. Perhaps he had overheard her mentioning it to someone? Either way, dancing around the subject might not have been necessary when talking to Warren, either. "What's got you troubled?" He inquired as he stood up. At that, Rosita shot Kyleigh a look of mild surprise.

"Well, we aren't in any trouble-", Rosita noted though the engineer was quick to cut her off.

"But I'm guessing you think you will be", Warren concluded before shifting his attention back to Kyleigh. "The book was one of the few things I brought with me. I was about to finish it. I hope you have a good reason for interrupting because I'm tired of people asking me the same questions over and over again. I'm not a virologist nor am I a therapist and I'm just as doomed as the rest of you."

The brunette raised a brow, somewhat taken aback by his brash tone. If he was that rude towards someone for asking a simple question she could understand why he was alone all the time although at the same time she couldn't blame the guy. How could you not be frustrated given the situation? Everyone was living a nightmare.

Perhaps she should have been paying more attention to the others in that camp, but up until today Kyleigh had been thinking of herself only and how she was going to get out. After that whole thing with the guards shooting that guy she was quick to realize it wasn't that great of an idea, and whether she liked it or not she was going to have to go with another person. Or even a small group. The only thing she knew for sure was that she wanted Rosita to be a part of that, so if she felt that it was better to have others with them then Kyleigh was going to take the leap and agree.

The slight hesitation about when it was the best time to speak to this guy had the half lycan immediately nervous, thinking at first that Rosita might want to wait longer. But when the other brunette suggested that they go now when there was less of a chance of other people overhearing what they were talking about, those nerves quickly melted away. "This is why I knew you would be better at this. Yeah, count me in."

Kyleigh hoped she didn't appear too intimidating towards Warren as they approached him. She had been told a few times before that she looked too mean to talk to, and while that had worked out in her favor she knew now was not the time for her resting bitch face to be used. So she tried to relax her features, make herself appear friendly and as if she didn't have a hidden motive for wanting to talk to the guy.

The first thing she noticed about him was that he was so absorbed in his book he didn't even notice they were coming up to him. Not good, she understood since it happened pretty much every time she had read one, but in this new world it wasn't ideal. Sure they were in a 'safe' area, but if he was going to leave with them then he needed to be more aware of his surroundings. Something they could always work on of course.

"Good spot to read, nice and quiet." The half lycan commented softly, trying not to scare the poor guy too much. When he looked up from his reading she smiled at him, then glanced down at the book. "You bring that with you or find it here?"

Breaking the ice with someone new wasn't her strongest suit, but reading had always been a passion of Kyleigh's so she figured that might be a good spot to begin with.

#lunarruled #timeline: early apocalypse #assembling an apoalypse squad #the first npc i played in a twd rp LOL!#he sassyyyy

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asavt · 23 hours ago

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Last night, I had a dream.

In my dream, a biker owl-guy (I think it was a guy, thinking about it again, it could have been a lady or just an owl person) visited me and took me out of the house for a ride.

The moment I became aware that I was dreaming, I said "I'm glad to see you again". I remember being a little sad, "I don't tend to see you guys often."

The owl seemed amused for some reason, never said a thing tho, they were mute I think. I remember telling them "next time I see you, let me treat you ok?".

The dream then went back to the usual craziness dreams are, I'm sure I saw the owl again, in a uh... rather interesting setting (I am not complaining about it tho, it was nice), and then for some reason that one song from Amélie (La valse d'Amélie) was playing as two people flew around in a broom, usual dream stuff.

I think back to what I told the owl and what my mother told me this morning when I told her of the dream, of how we are always dreaming we just don't remember it, and maybe... maybe I have been visiting the creatures of my dreams more often than I thought, I just don't remember it.

It makes me a little sad, to think that I cannot remember any of my visits (or would it be their visits?). But I am happy too, because it means there's a chance I actually fulfilled a promise I made to one of them years ago.

#asa says #I want to draw the owl #I never asked for their name how rude of me

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I started in DC by reading fanfics, but as I began to read actual comics, I started to be unable to read the actual fanfic that got me into it in the first place because it's so out of character.

But there are still some stories that I love to read because I love the found family trope so much, even if it isn't really accurate to the source material.

As a comics purist (sometimes), are there tropes that you like enough that you'll still enjoy a fic even if it's not accurate to canon?

oh my god this is SUCH a fun question. bc while i started with the comics, there were certain characters and/or character dynamics where i was exposed to the fanon before the canon (just bc it's hard to read everything when you start out just to read some fanfic) and so i've definitely experienced the fanon to canon transition. (*especially* with Jason Todd. i had only read 80s/90s stuff where he was already dead or the New-52 bc that was on-going when i got into comics and man. the fanon misunderstandings i had about him before i got frustrated and sat down to read all his pre-Flashpoint stuff were absolutely bonkers.) and aside from that, whilst i tend to prefer canon over fanon, i'm not past giving fanon its flowers for occasionally having really interesting insights. occasionally. so some of my fanon "guilty pleasure" tropes would probably be

Morally Grey Tim Drake - this is one where if you try to back it up with canon, i *will* get salty about it. of everyone in the Batfam aside from maybe Bruce and Cass, Tim has the *most* black and white morals. often his internal conflicts are routed in such an inability to compromise his moral views and it can cause him to clash with other characters. he's *very* stiff and rigid in his beliefs and is *rare* to compromise in even the smallest ways. i mean, DC has repeatedly used Tim Drake of Tomorrow/Savior/Gun Batman!Tim for a reason. it's to demonstrate that of everyone, Tim *cannot* have his morals compromised. there's no grey area for him. he's zero or a hundred, so if he tips over the edge of "too far" he tips *all the way*, and doing so is one of his worst fears, how he could go "too far" if he let himself. a couple panels out of context from Red Robin (2009) (which was a grief spiral for Tim to begin with) don't change that. now that said. if it's done *right*, i sort of love Tim being morally grey in fanfic. it takes a specific flavor for me, and it's incredibly important to include that mental spiral along with it, of him struggling to justify it. i don't have any interest in "Tim Drake is loosy goosy with Bruce's morals and has the highest kill count and no one knows teehee" bc it doesn't play with the interesting parts of making Tim morally grey, which are fracturing his psyche. but all in all, i think it's fun to put Tim in a morally grey area and i will read it in fanfic and i enjoy writing it a lot

Joker Junior!Tim Drake - i've not written it on this account (yet) but on my main ao3 account one of my biggest fics surrounds this concept. this is one of those "well *technically* it's canon but only in a specific very divorced from the comics universe and would not work at all in the main timeline" so, i categorize it as fanon in that 95% of fics exploring the concept are not doing so within the Batman Beyond universe, but the main timeline. i just love it. I'll take any excuse to whump Tim, but this concept is so fun. psychologically breaking Tim will always be my favorite pastime. there are so many ways to explore the long-term effects this could have on him, how it could affect the Batfam. i'm not a fan of it being used as a "gotcha" to Jason or Babs' trauma with the Joker to paint Tim as the Ultimate Victim, but it is fun to see how their relationships would be affected by being mutual victims of him. (i have a vague JayTim idea where TIm fully retires from being Robin after being Joker Junior and killing the Joker, making Steph Robin for most of his typical Robin era and Jason still tracks him down out of curiosity bc he wants to know what happened and all. very underbaked but i've got thoughts.)

Renegade/Apprentice of Slade!Dick Grayson - this is another one where yes, this happened *sort of* in canon, but i highly doubt most people writing Renegate!Dick have read or are actually pulling from Nightwing: Renegade. it's just an exploration fo the concept fo Dick being Slade's apprentice and i will always eat it up in any capacity. whether Dick grows up with Slade from a young age, or chooses Slade for whatever reason later in life. it's not anything that works in canon bc it compromises Dick morally (similar to the above with Tim) and therefore will always come across incredibly fanon in most fics. but i can't say i don't enjoy it. it's fun to make Dick a little morally fucked up and see what you can make him under Slade's tutelage.

Jason & Damian Meeting in the League -there's no world where i believe this could work in the canon comics. (maybe in the Young Justice cartoon i suppose, but even then i think it's iffy) i would go as far to say it's wildly unrealistic. i don't see a world where Ra's would let Jason anywhere *near* Damian, bc Jason was Talia's pet project that he didn't approve of. that all said, there's something very interesting about how they *could've* met and them potentially bonding during that timeframe. them being somewhat brotherly during this time because Jason sees Bruce in Damian and sort of latches onto the kid and Damian is full of wonder hearing real stories about Batman and Robin, then that getting violently ripped away by Jason leaving the League is fun to me. it's fun how that could affect them within the Batfam and all. it's super fanon to me, but i do not care. i will eat it up

Bad Dad Clark Kent/Good Dad Lex Luthor - i will admit as a late, i've been less and less kind to this particular fanon bc of everything i've argued with people about, *this* one seems the most pervasive as misunderstood fanon. i don't mind when fanon exists, my gripe is when ppl try to claim it's canon. and the *arguments* i've had over this with people who can never seem to cite an actual comic are... frustrating. but that said, i think there is something fun to this strictly in fanon. the duality of who you expect to accept Kon and who you expect to hurt him being flipped is just sort of fun for the occasional guilty pleasure fic. it can make Kon's internal conflict a bit more interesting. the same goes for the Jon favoritism from Clark, it's not a canon thing (and i rlly wish ppl understood how complicated the timeline of Kon and Jon is and any distance from Clark toward Kon isn't malice, it's that Kon is from a timeline that Clark does not remember in the current canon so Clark just straight up doesn't know the poor kid.) but it's sort of fun to give Kon that complex of being overlooked and forgotten sometimes. making Kon just a *bit* more Luthor than Kent will *always* appeal to me in fanfic, especially if he *knows* it's wrong but craves approval from anyone who will give it.

Good Dad Bruce Wayne - i'll die on the hill Bruce is canonically a shitty father. maybe not to the extreme some people write him as, but he's not great at it. that said, i enjoy it in fanfiction. sometimes, i just want silly fluff or hurt/comfort where Bruce finally gets it right and manages to comfort whatever Batkid is in the fic. one of my favorite fics of all time is hinged on Bruce being a good dad, so i think it's just fun to explore how good the relationships *could* be, if Bruce was slightly less of an asshole. i usually prefer him as an asshole, but there are times i want low stakes nonsense.

Gotham Rogues Having Soft Spots for Robin(s) - just about every Rogue in Gotham has done something absolutely irredeemable, and most of them don't like or care about anyone in the Batfamily. but if there's a fic where one of the Robins inexplicably is sort of close with a Rogue and they have a cute silly relationship out of it? I'll eat it up i fear. Steph and the Riddler are besties? I'll believe it. Tim and Scarecrow get along pretty well? give me ten of these. Rogues protecting Robins just hits a spot. the unexpected nature of the relationship, as well as the fact they see each other regularly, can make a lot of good fodder.

#necrotic answerings #canon vs fanon #batfanon #batfamily #I was *going* to include “Janet and Jack Drake are bad parents”#then realized I don't really like that fanon anymore.#but I used to go *hard* for it even knowing it wasn't canon. it was all projection but still #nowadays I think the tragedy of Tim losing his parents the way he did is *far* worse if they loved him and were good to him.#I'm so serious about the Kon thing i've had *nasty* arguments where ppl got so rude to me telling me to “Google it”#like listen I get it. kon's canon backstory is currently difficult to understand #the timeline of the superboy mantle is a little confusing and most people have not read young justice (2019)#so for fanon it's far easier to simplify it as “clark just kinda sucks to kon” and i enjoy that #but the canon is also fun. it's fun when you consider how fucked up it is most people don't remember kon #and the timeline he remembers doesn't exist anymore.#also technically since they never killed off new-52!superboy on page there could be two superboys/kon-els running around rn. who knows.#i like to believe there is bc it's funny.#i have wanted to write a new-52!konkon/tim/kon sandwich #with the “is it selfcest or not” question #bc new-52!kon wasn't a clone of clark and lex.#so like. he's arguably a different character just sharing the name kon-el for some reason #also on the nightwing: renegade thing i know *damn* well most fanon-only fans haven't read it (no shade in that)#bc the fanon crowd despises devin grayson and she wrote it.#one day i'll write a meta about fandom treatment of devin grayson trust me.#this question was SO fun #i feel like i should have more answers?#if you'd asked me like six months ago this list would be three times as long #but the more i exist in this fandom somehow the saltier i get idk what's happening #so now i'm more and more attached to canon #but i will never begrudge someone for liking fanon #like i said my issue with it is the confusion of what is canon

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