#he got so upset his hair undid itself

[capt-spooki3]

Technoblade Needs Some Comfort

Warnings: angst, but you could say fluff too

Characters: c!Technoblade, c!Philza

After the Doomsday war, Tommy's betrayal was finally sinking in for Technoblade, so Phil called on Y/n to see if they could offer some assistance...

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The snow was relentless as you traveled through the howling wind. Your hood pulled up with your head down as you held your cloak as tight to yourself as you could to keep the snow out. You glanced your eyes up to see the gentle glow from the cottage windows through the thick snow. 

You were in L’manburg, looking out at the rubble left along with everyone else when Philza whispered to you. He told you Tommy has switched sides, he needed you back at the cottage. Now. And that was enough for you, he didn’t need to tell you twice. Techno could not have been taking this well.

He hid things well most of the time, but on the times it was just you, him, and Phil either sitting by the fire or watching the northern lights from the front yard, he would open up. He was so much more fragile and gentle and hurt than anyone could guess.

You picked up your pace, trying to run as well as you could through the snow as it was ankle deep and ever growing. It is a relief when your foot meets the solidness of the wooden step, you climb up the steps and reach your hand out to knock on the door. With the sound of the snow rushing past you, you couldn’t even hear the knock and for a moment you considered knocking again. 

Just as you shake your head to get off some of the snow, Phil opens up the door and from the look on his face you know it is going to be a rough night. You slip in really quick as to not let any extra snow in and flipped off your hood to look around the room. Techo sat on the ground in front of the fireplace, just focused on the fire with Phil’s jacket on his shoulders and braided hair a mess. As you start taking off your cloak, quickly dampening as the warm air melts the snow, you turn to Phil and speak as soft and quiet as you can. 

“Has he spoken since you got back?” Phil sighed and fluffed his hair and looked at Techno.

“Yeah, when we got back, but he shut down quite fast after. It’s been about an hour, he’s just been sittin’ there.” He shook his head a bit, grimacing as he was clearly mentally cursing Tommy for what he did. “He’s already destroyed Tommy’s old room below, did that before we even left for L’manburg.” His voice quieted a lot upon saying the name, not wanting to upset Techno anymore.

You sigh and fix your hair a little, it was roughed up from having your hood on. “Alright let me put this downstairs and then-”

“You know what, I can,” Phil said as he took your cloak from you and looked at you with concern “He..He needs you right now, mate.” The two of you exchanged a brief hug, a whispered good luck and I’ll be upstairs if you need me, and Philza was gone on his own little mission. You slipped off your boots to set by the door while just watching Techno, you swore you could see him shaking. Maybe even a stray sniffle. 

Quietly, you approached him and placed a hand gently on his upper back. He jumped upon the contact and toward you with a sickening glare and glassy eyes.  You brought your hand up quick upon his reaction and shifted back to give him a little space in case he needed it. It didn’t take long for his expression to soften and the tension in his body to ease as he dropped his shoulder and let out the breath he had been apparently holding. He stared at you for a moment before his gaze dropped and he looked down at a cup in his hands, facing the fire. You could hardly hear as he mumbled a ‘sorry’ and just by the hurt and defeat in his voice, it broke your heart.

You knelt down beside him, putting your hand on his back again and rubbing slowly to possibly provide him some comfort. The two of you just sat there for a couple of minutes, you watched him while he stared at the dancing flames and kept a mental note of how he would furrow his brows or scrunch up his face for a moment, sometimes making him close his eyes tight. Of all the times for the voices to be bothering him, now was definitely the worst.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You were met with silence. “I can just sit here with you if that would help too.” Nothing. “I can get some medicine if your head is-” He reached over and grabbed your free hand, holding it. He was shaking, you could feel it.

“I trusted him...I thought he would be like you and Phil.” His voice was raspy and thick with emotion, you have never seen him look or sound this broken before. What you would give to make everything right for him at that moment.

“I gave him my axe, I-I showed him everything,” His hand tightened on yours. “I would have protected him from the world if I needed to, I was so ready to.” He tensed up, shoulders shaking ever so slightly. 

“Techno..” You whispered leaning forward a little to see if you could see his face.

He turned to you, tears going down his cheeks and pure anger built up on his features. “AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID!?! HE WENT BACK TO THEM- TO THE PEOPLE THAT EXILED HIM! HE LEFT THE BEST CHANCE HE HAD, HE LEFT...he...he left me.” The anger melted into angst as he took shaky gasps from his crying.

“Oh...oh Techno. I know and I am so sorry.” Hearing that from you seemed to do it for him. He shifted to turn towards you, his arms wrapped around you as he let out a choked sob. You held him there, whispering soft words of its okay and I’m here. His head was pressed to the crook of your neck, after his cries had calmed you even felt him nuzzle you as he hugged you tighter. It was so hard to see him this way, such a strong figure turned so vulnerable and broken. Slowly, you took his braid and slowly undid it for him. He was a mess from the battle and if anything it was bound to bring a little comfort. You heard all the stories, or well rumors, that Wilbur used to play with and braid the great blood god’s hair. As you sat there, gently running one hand through his hair and keeping an embrace on him with the other, you hummed a soft song. The lyrics were far from the mind at the moment, but the tune somehow found itself ever present.

All considering, it was quiet for a while. Neither of you knew how much time actually passed, but after some time, Techno speaks. He grasped the back of your shirt just lightly as he mumbled out the words. 

“Y/n… are you using me too? Just like everyone else, are you and Phil… am I just a weapon to both of you as well?”

“Why would you think that?”

“Well what else am I supposed to believe, after everything- what else do you expect of me Y/n? How am I sure I can fully trust you two? You could be keeping so much from me that I don’t-”

He stopped talking when you took both your hands and pushed on his shoulders to push him away. He looked at you with a bit of confusion through his sadness. You just stared at him with a bit of hurt and disbelief.

“Technoblade.”

Techno looked down at the ground, not wanting to meet your eyes any more as he let out a shaky breath. “Look I don’t WANT to say it or even think it, but Y/n do you know how many times I’ve been thrown aside and betrayed before? At this point, I really wouldn’t expect much else from you an-”

You cupped his face in your hands and made him lift up his head to look at you again. He looked at you briefly but continued to avert his gaze.

“Please look at me.” You got a displeased hum from him. “Technoblade.” You warned softly but firmly and with a soft huff, he looked at you. You just stared at him for a moment, taking him in. His eyes looked a little less clouded as he looked at you attentively. He was always active in wanting to listen to what someone else has to say, especially in a heartfelt situation. It doesn’t happen much for him so he really makes sure to pay attention when it does.

“I would give the world to you. Just as you would fight the world for Phil and I, we would fight off the world for you. Techno, you two are all I have. I don’t have anyone else. I would give my life for you if the chance came that I needed to.” You bunched up your shoulders a little, feeling a lump rise in your throat. The intensity of his sadness all night was finally affecting you as your eyes started to burn. You weren’t alone though as you could see the tears welling up in his own eyes, transfixed on you and your words.

“I’ll never understand what has happened to you and I won’t pretend to, but listen to me. Please try to trust me when I say I would never use you like that. You’re a person just like me and I will forever treat you as such. I care about you more than the world itself.” A tar finally escaped and ran down your cheek, but not soon after you felt tears wet your hands as they got in the way of going down his face. You wiped them away and gave him a little smile in which you were surprised when he returned it, but gosh was it a relief to see.

“Do you… do you mean it? That.. Do you promise you won’t leave? Will you be here by my side?” He practically begged for the reassurance, wanting and needing to hear it from you again.

“I promise you, I will be here.”

“As will I, mate. I’m not going anywhere.” Both of you turn to look toward the ladder and see Phil standing there, watching the two of you. You feel a few more tears hit your hands as Techno takes a shuddery breath.

Phil laughs a little and seems to wipe away a tear from his cheek before walking over and sitting with the two of you. You let go of Techno’s cheeks, after wiping the tears from them, before Techno reached over to hug Phil in which he returned it with one arm and extended his other to you with a smile. The three of you sat together in this embrace, safe and warm.

 It felt like a family. The true sense of safety and security. It was real and it was genuine.

The night ran on as you three sat in front of the fireplace, talking. Enjoying the company of each other to the fullest. No one realized how much time slipped away from you till you glanced to the window to see the soft orange of the sky as the sun made it’s daily entrance in a show of colors.

Techno was exhausted and no one could blame him, even though it was morning he went to lay down. He informed you both to wake him at noon, though you and Phil agreed to let him rest longer.

Nothing was fixed that night. Techno was still deeply hurt by Tommy’s actions and no one expected those feelings to disappear after a night of talking and crying, but it was the first step to healing. One step that you all made together and promised to finish the journey as one.

After all, you were your own little family. Yeah… family.

[adezahnae]

You. Are. Mine. (Part 5)

A/N: here’s part 5 for this series, this series will be ending soon🥺🥺

Warnings: Soft Smut, fluff, pregnancy, birth, etc....

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @winwiniee @nanascupid @stormxiii05

No one’s POV

Yuta laid you back on his bed, placing soft kissed to your lips. You grabbed onto his arms and melted into the kiss. He lifted up your sweater lightly and placed his hand over your bump softly. He rubbed your stomach in circles, lips now traveling to your neck. You hummed and ran your fingers through his hair.

He took your hand and kissed it, going back to kissing your neck. He lifted up your shirt more and kissed on your stomach. The baby moved making him smile. “She’s so cute..” Yuta mumbled. You smiled and rubbed over his head. You began to feel a little bit impatient and you gripped his hair slightly.

He laughed and pulled your hand away. He pulled down your panties and sweats at the same time, putting them on the floor. He undid his jeans and pulled them down slightly just enough to release his member. You opened your legs slightly.

He made himself in between them and carefully, slowly, and sweetly pushed his member inside. You gasped and gripped onto his shirt. “It’s okay...it’s alright..” he whispered to you. You nodded your head. He pushed at a slow rate, making you groan in pleasure. “It feels so good...” you hummed.

“Does it?” He asked. I nodded and bit my lip. I wrapped my legs around his waist a little, pushing him in a little bit more. He sped up his thrusts a little bit more but not too fast or rough. You threw your head back and moaned out. “Oh my gosh I needed this. This feels too good” You whispered. He let out a light laugh and kissed your nose. “Really?” He asked. “My hole was too tight. Angel would’ve killed me.” You moaned.

Yuta laughed. “You would’ve been fine..” He said. You felt your high approaching. You gasped and gripped his shoulders. “Fuck...I think I’m close!” You groaned. He pushed his hips a little faster, feeling his high approaching as well. “Fuck, Y/n...” He groaned. You scratched down his shoulders and moaned.

“A-Am I hurting you? Ah Fuck!” He groaned. “Please let me cum!!” You said. He let off a smirk. “Cum.” He ordered. You did so and moaned out. “YESSS!!!” He was now after you, cursing in his native tongue. “Fuck you feel good!” Just use google translate to hear how he said it and imagine You groaned at the feeling of his warm cum feeling you up to the brim.

He breathed out, calming down from his high. You felt the baby move. “You think Angel’s okay?” You asked with concern in your voice. He placed his hand over your stomach and smiled. “She just kicked, she’s still okay.” He said pulling out.

You whimper at the loss and sighed. He brought a tissue and cleaned up the mess. He threw it away and crawled in bed with you. You sighed, feeling sleepy.

Your POV

“Goodnight Master-“ “Yuta.” He cut me off. I sat up. “Huh?” I asked. “Just call me Yuta, we’re out of the Master stage.” He said. I sighed and laid down. “Oh okay..” I smiled, feeling grace in being able to call him that again after all of these months.

“Yuta, why?” I asked. “Why what?” He asked. “Why did you do all of this? You aren’t a person who has to go through this..” I said. He let out a chuckle. “Then you don’t know me.” He said. “Yes I do and I know that the Yuta I know wouldn’t do crap like this, I mean...murder?” I asked. He smiled. “Does that scare you?” He asked. “A little!” I exclaimed.

He kissed on my forehead. “I’ll stop.” He said. “H-How many did you kill?” I asked hesitatingly. “Four people.” He said. “All for me? Who?” He sighed. “Well you know about the two guys in the alleyway. The police man and....” He trailed off, not wanting to tell the last. “Who is it, Yuta?” I asked. “I’ll tell you another time, just sleep right now.” He said pulling me towards his body. “But I-“ “No buts. Just sleep.” He mumbled.

“Okay...” I said back. He held my body in a loving and comforting way. I sighed and fell asleep. “I really do love you...” I mumbled. “I know. I do too.” He replied. “Maybe a little too much.” I said. He gripped on my hips and sighed. “I just want you to know that you are mine. I don’t anyone dimming your shine for me..” he replied. “Okay...” I mumbled.

*3 Months Later*

I was now washing dishes when I all of a sudden felt a hard kick in my stomach. “Ouch, Angel. Calm down..” I mumbled. The pain slowed down and I felt another kick and pain four minutes after. I groaned and held my stomach. The feeling came again four minutes later and I felt my legs go wet with something. I gasped looked down. Shit....my water broke...I screamed out.

“YUTA!!” I heard the door slam open, revealing a shirtless Yuta with sweatpants. “What?!” He panicked. I began to breathe in and out. “She’s coming, she’s coming, SHE’S COMING!OH MY GOD THIS HURTS!!” I yelled. He widened his eyes and quickly went to the closet and pulled on a jacket and grabbed his keys.

“How far apart are your contractions?” He asked. “I don’t know...FUCK I DON’T KNOW!! I THINK ITS FOUR MINUTES! FOUR MINUTES! YES! AHH THIS HURTS!” I cried. He picked me up and ran me to the car, putting me in the front seat and running to the driver’s seat. He got in and started the car, speeding out of his parking lot.

I was breathing in and out while crying. “AHHH FUCK!! THIS FUCKING HURTS!!” I yelled. “I know, I know. Keep breathing baby, your doing fine.” He said as he grabbed my hand and squeezed it in a comforting way. He kissed my hand and sped down the streets.

I cried out and screamed as I was pushing. “You got this baby. You’re doing great.” Yuta whispered in my ear, placing comforting kisses on it. I nodded and waited for the doctor to do the say so. “Push!” He said. I pushed and screamed. “Yuta! I can’t! FUCK I CAN’T THIS HURTS! I WANT HER OUT!” I yelled. “Shhh...it’s alright. Look at me, you’re doing fine..” He said.

I looked into his eyes. He smiled and rubbed my forehead. “She’s almost here guys. You’re almost there Y/n. Final time, Push!” The doctor said. Yuta intertwined our fingers and I gripped on his hand. I screamed and pushed harder than ever. I began to hear shrieks and cries from out daughter.

“Here she is..” The doctor smiled. He landed her on my chest as she cried. I breathed out and put my shaking hand over her soft head. “Hey Angel..” I said weakly. Yuta rubbed his hand over her head, trying to calm her down. “Hey my Angel..my Princess.” He smiled. The nurses dried her off and turned her on her stomach.

“Okay, Mr. Nakamoto! Do you want to cut the cord?” One of the nurses asked. Yuta happily walked over and cut the cord of the baby. They applaud and gave him our daughter in a diaper and blanket. He held her in his arms as he walked around. “My daughter..my sweet, sweet daughter..” He whispered as he kissed her forehead. I smiled at the sight of it all as the doctors and nurses took care of me.

He walked over to me and kissed my lips. “She has your eyes...” He said as he showed her to me. Her eyes was now open slightly and a gasped. “Hi my baby! It’s mommy and daddy!” I said. He smiled. “You did this...you did great Y/n..” He said. “Thank you..” I smiled. “No, thank you for bringing her.” He said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for me to get you pregnant like that...I just....I was so upset and..” He whispered. “Yuta, not now...Let’s enjoy this moment.” I said caressing his cheek.

He nodded and kissed the palm of my hand. We watched as our daughter breastfeed. “What should we name her?” He doctor asked. I gasped. We never thought of a name for her. “Yuta-“Lily.” He replied. “What? Where did that come from?” I asked. “She give me joy and brightness in my life, like my favorite flower. Lily..” He said. I smiled. “That’s my favorite flower too...” I replied. He smiled. “I know.” He said.

“Lily Nakamoto or..?” He doctor asked. “Nakamoto is perfect.” I said. The doctor smiled and wrote it down. “Okay! Can we get the dad’s signature and her birth certificate is complete.” He said. Yuta walked over and signed. They gave us both a copy and put it in her folder. He smiled and thanked the doctor and nurses. He came back took Lily from my chest.

I laughed and began to feel sleepy. He walked around the room, lulling her to sleep. “Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday to you..Happy birthday dear Lily...Happy birthday..to you...” Yuta sung. I smiled at his singing voice, remembering all the times he would sing to me. His singing voice always comforted me, when I was upset or angry. His voice was a lullaby itself. I closed my eyes and began to fall asleep.

“Welcome to the world Lily...” Yuta smiled softly.

[princessofguineapigs]

Professor Romeo

Professor!tom x virgin!reader

"Time to get to class!" your roommate hollered from across the dorm.

"Coming!" you yelled back. You swiped your blue light glasses from your desk and ran out the door.

Taking your seat in the front row, you couldn't help but notice that Professor Holland looked particularly dashing in his pink button down.

"Okay class," Professor Holland started, "The last problem on yesterday's exam stumped many of you, so we're going to spend the day going over it."

He picked up a piece of chalk. "Out of all of you, only Miss Y/L/N got a perfect score. Miss Y/L/N, would you like to come to the board to help me out?"

Your face turned the same shade as his shirt as you shyly got up from your seat, too nervous to make eye contact. One hand busied itself with tucking back a stray hair. You took the chalk from him and nearly jumped away. The feeling of his skin when your hands touched was as jarring as an electric shock. Still, you made your way to the board and began breaking down the equation while Tom explained to the class.

Before you knew it, the class had wrapped up and Tom was grinning at you with a proud expression. The other students started to leave and you headed for your laptop and bag. "Miss Y/L/N, could you hang back please? I'd like a word with you."

You turned to face Tom. "Of course, Professor."

After each of your peers were gone, Professor Holland turned to you with a stern look.

You gulped, unsure why he would be upset. He'd said you got a perfect score. You didn't have to wait long to find out.

"I know why you wore that," he accused, pointing to your skirt. The skin of your thighs poked out temptingly beneath it. "To toy with me." Professor Holland advanced toward you slowly. "All of class, reminding me I can't have you, my best, brightest, most lovely student."

"Professor...who says you can't have me?" Your accompanying lip-bite sent him over the edge.

Professor Holland growled and grabbed you by the waist. "You're to call me Tom when I fuck you."

"Yes, sir."

"Lift up your skirt."

You did as you were commanded, exposing your tiny gray panties to your professor. His eyes lit up when he noticed the wet patch.

Tom motioned at you with his palm upward, indicating that he wanted you to hand over your panties. You hurriedly removed them and placed the tiny fabric scrap in his outstretched hand. Without needing to be told, you went back to lifting your skirt and even spread your thighs a little more. Tom tucked your garment into his back pocket, then moved closer to you to better inspect your womanhood.

He took two fingers and spread your lower lips, gazing inside as if to the depths of your soul. "How many men have you fucked?" he asked abruptly, removing his fingers and letting your lips fall closed.

"N-none, Tom." You blushed as you answered.

He quirked an eyebrow. "You're untouched and acting this naughty?"

"You bring something out in me, Tom."

"And you want your first time now?"

Your heart rate quickened. "Please."

Tom jerked a thumb toward the back of the room. "Up against the wall, facing it. And spread your legs." He grabbed a ruler off his desk and followed you.

You didn't realize what he was planning until he was already swatting your ass. Two slaps on each cheek were enough to make him compliment your rosy behind. "Face me," Tom commanded. You turned to meet him and he took both your hands in one of his. Tom lifted them above your head and held them against the wall. He leaned in and you felt his warm breath on your face.

The anticipation made you shiver, but soon he was kissing you, possessively and forcefully. Tom swiftly undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor. You kept your hands above your head, hoping to please him.

"You might want to brace yourself," he said, so you lowered your hands to grip his shoulders. Tom thrust up into you and you whimpered from the pressure. Your fingers dug in to his shoulder blades and you stifled yourself by biting your lip.

The pace Tom set was unforgiving, but the uncomfortable feeling you'd experienced subsided quickly. "Good girl, letting me take you like this," Tom grunted.

You needed him deeper, so you lifted a leg to wrap around his waist. He drove himself further, brushing past your g-spot and hitting your cervix square on. You felt like you were being split in two--and it was bliss.

Tom's thrusts grew more rapid and purposeful. With a loud groan he released and his sweaty curls brushed your shoulder as he hung his head in relief. When he pulled out, you felt different. White globs of Tom's deposit ran down between your thighs.

"Tom," you whined," I didn't get to cum."

"I know. You'll get to cum after you finish your homework."

[old-congratzams]

Hello there my dear! I loved the Michael Corleone request you did for me <3<3 Thank you again so much! I hate to be a pest, but could I possibly request a NSFW or implied NSFW imagine for Michael again? Like where the reader is feeling insecure about her figure when they go out and then Michael reassures her when they get home :)

i got writerblocked pretty hard-- anyways, i hope i did it some justice

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰. 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cunnilingus, smut

𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃. Do me a favor and DO NOT read adult content if you’re a minor. <3

Recently wed Michael Corleone definitely spoiled you. A marriage to the powerful Don granted endless privileges, starting with fancy trips during your honeymoon, ambrosian breakfasts while presented with picturesque landscapes, and luxurious clothes.

However, the last item didn't give you butterflies on your stomach as pleasant moments did. The price of the clothes didn't matter when you couldn't look at yourself in the mirror with the same gleam your husband looked at you.

Since the lingerie set you received from your friends put you in a self-conscious mood, you chose a timid nightdress. And still, you weren't content with the way your reflection presented itself in the mirror.

Tears left their traces on either side of your cheeks and Michael entered the room in time to see your upset exterior. He had an idea of your insecurities but it was your honeymoon — he has to make you feel loved in every way.

Noticing his presence, you reached out to dry the persistent tears but his hands held your wrists just in time. Michael pulled you into his arms, staring at your reflection with intense brown eyes.

"There's something about you that intoxicates me." Lascivious kisses were placed on your neck and he continued, "you're like a goddess, enchanting and powerful."

He turned you around with ease to look directly into your eyes, as if he asked for permission to taste your poison. Granting him the blessing, you were the first to make a move by pressing your lips to his. Your husband always chose the right words to make you feel like a precious gem and in need.

Your fingers undid the buttons of his shirt. "Touch me," you begged. "Touch me, Michael."

His hand pulled down your nightdress just so your nipples hardened to the lack of coverage. Michael massaged your soft chest and pinched the sensitive bud, causing you to let out a sigh of delight.

The sound seemed to please your husband — he lowered himself to the point his tongue could easily toy with your nipple and lapped at it until it was hard and wet with his saliva.

Feeling yourself fall even further into the bliss, you got rid of your nightdress and pulled your husband into a feverish kiss — his hands touching every inch of your body without any restraints and you melted under his ministrations.

Michael pulled you into his lap and carried you to the verge of the bed, undressing you from the drenched underwear. A million things may have gone through his mind at that moment but the closest definition to the sight of his wife — you, so damn wet for him, was heavenly.

"Beautiful," he whispered. The next second, his tongue came in contact with the swollen bud, your legs being held apart by his arms around it. You felt your nerves being set on fire, which is funny because everything felt so damn wet down there.

Michael seemed to know exactly were to touch and how to please you. Every time his tongue circled your clit, you were dragged even closer to your orgasm. Glancing at the head between your legs you could see the disheveled hair thanks to your fingers pulling it. And yet, your husband couldn't care less about getting messy.

He inserted two digits inside you, continuing to stimulate the sensitive button with his tongue. You could feel your interior contracting continuously as you approached your climax. "Michael--!!"

You convulsed around his fingers, crying out his name and feeling a wave of pleasure reaching every nerve on your body. The orgasm glistened on his face as Michael carefully brought you down from your high by slowing fingering you until it turned out overwhelming.

You collapsed against the sheets, breathing heavily. Everything was so hot. Before you could repay the pleasure, Michael stopped your hands from going further. "This is about you tonight. Let me show you how beautiful you are."

[incoherentbabblings]

89 with timsteph!!!

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Birthday Ask Game!

89. “I could never forget you.”

Bruce had said every family member should undergo amnesia at least once in their vigilante career. Tim supposed it was his attempt at a joke. Tim’s own case wasn’t as severe as Bruce’s had been, nor Dick’s, but still. His childhood was largely intact, but his adolescence was severely lacking. He could barely recall being fifteen at all. There were faces in hospital that he had not recognized – Alfred, the butler. Cassandra, the adopted sister. There was another brother, Jason, who could not afford a visit, whose name meant nothing.

They were heartbroken, Tim could tell, but the prognosis was almost optimistic. Too early to tell if it was permanent or not. Other cognitive functions had returned relatively quickly and with little fuss – short term memory was patchy but improving even after one week. Two days after being introduced to her (again), Tim remembered that Cassandra was a fiend when it came to the water bill, racking up two-hour long showers at her worst. The smile she had given when he explained his memory to her was also familiar in its heart-warming nature.

The family had not thought to enquire about his friends. It was assumed they would come to those hurdles as and when. Best not to overwhelm him.

He’d get there. Maybe not in a dramatic snap of memories flooding back with a gasp, but slowly, gradually.

It was reassuring, and had allowed Tim to remain somewhat level-headed about the entire ordeal.

Just a bump on the head.

But.

But there was one that really made him panic. Crystal, a nurse who, whilst not being his resident care giver, popped her head in very frequently to check up on his wellbeing. She seemed to know him very well. She spoke endlessly of a girl; a girl Tim had quickly deduced was her daughter.

A daughter he lived with.

Tim had managed to flub his way through a conversation (or five) with the woman. He was awaiting an all-clear sign. Family only had been allowed to visit, hence the daughter’s absence. On day three of him coming to terms with the huge blank spaces in his memory, Dick had given him his phone back, on condition that he not stare at the screen too much, for fear of information overload.

He could see messages from her – Stephanie – sweet, nervous, upset messages. She begged to hear from him from his own words, not second-hand from her mother, or Bruce, or Cassandra.

Tim had texted her a deliberately neutral message. Improving all the time, should be home by the end of the week. Been told to restrict phone time, so sorry for any radio silence. See you soon.

He’d hoped, somehow, that the mere sight of her would trigger a deluge.

The photos on his phone hadn’t. The text conversations hadn’t. The social media posts hadn’t.

He could tell though, just by looking through what he’d said to and about her, that he loved her. Had loved her. Could love her. Learn to love her. Again.

She seemed easy enough to love. A fan of dumb puns, overuse of punctuation and emojis in her written texts, interested in pop culture and technology, and pretty. She was very pretty.

Tim tried to convince himself. He’d remember her when he saw her. Maybe something really stupid or weird would trigger memories. Like her smell. Or the kind of slippers she was wearing. Something. Anything.

He found himself yearning for something he couldn’t even remember having. The conversations on his phone weren’t with him, they were with some other guy who knew her likes, dislikes, favourite takeout dishes… Someone who had the gall to call her sweetheart and girl wonder. He wanted that. He needed to remember.

Crystal had given him a good luck kiss on the cheek as he’d left the hospital, telling him to say hi to Stephanie for her. Tim had smiled, pushing down any discomfort from the familiar action from a stranger and promised to do so.

He’d remember her. He would.

Alfred drove him to his apartment, and Tim knew the whole route, and recognized the street. He recognized the front door and was able to identify which key opened the top and bottom locks.

He remembered the layout of the apartment. He remembered his bedroom. The sheets were grey. Or red. Depending on what week it was. He remembered that it wasn’t always him that did the laundry. He split it with someone. With her.

“You head on in, I’m sure Stephanie is running valleys into the carpet with her marching. I’ll grab your bags,” Alfred spoke warmly, confidently. Tim did not verbally respond.

His relative silence regarding his spotty memory was attributed to re-adjusting to his new normal, rather than not wanting to admit a shameful truth: that he was not at his best and potentially never would be again.

Tim nodded his thanks and got out the car. His balance was a little off, so he held onto the railings up the steps, then the door itself as he undid the locks.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered, down a small set of shallow stairs at the kitchen, Stephanie whirled around from what appeared to be frantic pacing. Her hands were clasped, up by her chest, wringing nervously. The relief on her face, the unabashed affection, was overwhelming.

He’d remember her. He would. He had to…

“Oh, thank God! Whoever came up with that dumb family only visiting rule needs a good smack. Are you okay? How are you? Were the hospital staff nice? Do you want to nap for a while? Are you hungry?”

Come on. Remember her.

Tim said nothing, only stared at her. Nervous, she hopped up the two steps to the main entrance way, smiling brokenly at Alfred as he walked behind Tim and up the main staircase with the boy’s bags into his room. Her gaze returned to Tim, noting his tight throat and furrowed brows. He was staring very hard at her.

“Tim…?”

Please.

He smiled, rigidly, fakely, lips pressed together in a rictus attempt to be familiar. Feeling cold, head filled with rushing blood, Stephanie stammered out, “Do – do you not remember”—

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her in close with an almost violent jolt that cut off her fearful query. There was a tremor in his hands, like he didn’t know where best to hold her. She hugged him back though, burying into his neck.

“Tim?” she asked once more.

He breathed in her hair, desperately trying to put a recollection to the smell of vanilla. Nothing came, but he only held her tighter. When he spoke, it was brightly, warmly, and with a shakiness that Stephanie could not pin down.

“I could never forget you,” he lied, voice splintering. “Your mom says hi, by the way.”

She laughed in a way he supposed once would have been familiar.

But.

He couldn’t remember her.

[sweetdreamhellofanight]

Forever

Pete Dunne x Reader Warnings: Smut (18+) Word Count: 2,760 Summary: But it was the way his breath felt on your neck, the way he stifled his grunts, and the small moan that escaped his lips the faster you went that drove you crazy. (Pete Dunne + Smut; requested)

You rubbed the back of your neck as you walked back, turning it gently trying to figure out just how serious this would be. 

“Good match,” he said as you passed. You sighed, but didn’t look at him. You could hear the smirk in his voice and you were just not in the mood for that right now. Still, he passed by you, winking as he went, his smile wider than it probably should’ve been. 

It made you stop, the anger of losing your match already boiling inside you, you didn’t need the added frustration of whatever the hell was on Pete’s mind right now. 

You took a deep breath and kept walking. 

This was his game and you were too tired to play. 

But it didn’t stop him from finding you after his match, something new in his eyes tonight. He had won, but you would never have known that from how he looked at you, pushing you up against the wall. 

He was never gentle, that wasn’t what you two had agreed on. It wasn’t what you wanted with him, either, you told yourself. 

A quick, intense moment together, never spoken, but always understood. 

But tonight he hesitated, his hands by his sides, watching you when he leaned in and kissed you. 

You froze, caught off guard at the sudden display of tenderness. His lips were light over yours, unsure of himself. 

But you sighed and leaned into it, feeling his hands grip your thighs, bringing one leg up, standing between your legs as you undid his belt. 

He moved his lips to your neck and only then did you relax, only then did it feel like what you were used to with him, rough and selfish and so, so good. 

***

You finally pick up some steam, and now it’s you that finds him in the locker room, or like this evening in your car, straddling his lap both of you still clothed, only loosening them enough to get inside. Your hands on his shoulders, his gripping your waist tight, you rolled your hips over him, both of you trying to stay quiet. 

The PC was empty now, your cars the only ones left parked as far away from the building as possible.

But it was the way his breath felt on your neck, the way he stifled his grunts, and the small moan that escaped his lips the faster you went that drove you crazy. 

You were not nice to Pete. You never had been, and he was okay with that. In fact, you were pretty sure he enjoyed that side of you. 

But in a moment of vulnerability, it seemed, you pulled your head back and looked at him, brushing his hair out of his face and holding his gaze with yours. 

It was too much for him, his mouth dropping open slightly. 

This time you kissed him, hot and rough with lips and teeth bumping against each other as he came inside you. 

He pushed you off, suddenly, not meeting your eyes, and scrambling out of your car. He left you in the backseat of your car, a mess, and still unsatisfied, but you were more confused than anything else. 

You got to your knees on the seat, watching him out of the back window as he walked quickly to where his car was parked. 

He pulled his jacket over tight and kept his head down as he walked, his hair falling out of its bun as he walked, and only then did you realize that you were holding the hair tie that had been in his hair not too long ago. 

You sighed, sitting back into your seat, annoyed with the way you felt, how cold and sticky your body now seemed with him gone, and how much you wanted him back. 

And you hated to admit it, but you wanted him back not just because he left before he could get you off, but because…

Because you were worried about him. 

The way his eyes held yours, the way he’d kissed you earlier last week, the way his hands had come to wrap around you. 

There was a shift in his behavior around you, and you just wanted to know, once and for all, what he was thinking. 

***

“You gonna stop avoiding me, or keep crossing the street when I walk by?” you asked, cornering him, almost, on the way inside the building. 

He hadn’t seen you walk up to him, which was the only reason he was still standing beside you. 

He smirked, but still avoided your eyes,

“If you want things to end, all you have to do is say so. I won’t be that upset, I promise,” you continued, the two of you falling into a rhythm as you walked. 

It had been two days since he’d cum inside you and ditched you in your car. You’d moved past the angry stage and had settled on some light frustration. 

Mostly at how he’d taken great measures to avoid you. 

“Is that right?” he asked, and you were surprised at how light his tone was. It almost made you upset. 

Sure you were making jokes about it, because it was all you could do without seeming like you were too interested in him. 

But he shouldn’t be making jokes because you knew he was feeling something new towards you and you were trying to figure it out. 

“That’s right,” you replied. 

He opened the door for you first. You arched an eyebrow, but he only nodded for you to go in ahead of him. 

“I’m just trying to enjoy the view,” he said, with a smirk. 

You rolled your eyes. 

That was the same old Pete you started this fling with. 

You were only partly relieved at that. 

“Such a gentleman,” you mumbled, walking ahead of him. But still, you waited for him to catch up, the two of you walking ahead together. 

“I don’t see the big deal,” he said, shrugging, ���it’s not like it was gonna be forever.” 

You didn’t like the way he said it. 

Something about the way he spat out the word ‘forever’ made you angry. 

No, he was right this wasn’t supposed to be forever. 

But…

And that was the problem, you kept adding ‘but’ to the end of the sentence.

“Forever,” you repeated. 

You were outside the women’s locker room now, stopped in front of it with your bags in hand, not looking at him. 

“What?” he asked, still trying to play it off. 

Finally, you looked up at him, 

“I don’t know, I thought I saw something….that’s all.” 

“What’re you talking about?” he asked. 

“Nothing, Pete, I’ll see you later, okay? Or...I don’t know, maybe I won’t. Good luck tonight.” 

***

The knocking only got louder the longer it went on, and all the frustration and anger dissipated the moment you opened it and saw him standing there, his jacket still dripping from the rain, hair pulled up high in a bun and damp.

You wondered how long he’d been standing out in the downpour before getting inside.  

“Hey,” you said quietly. 

He nodded, but didn’t meet your eyes. This was different, and something in you broke the longer you looked at him. 

“Wanna come in?” you asked, stepping inside. 

He didn’t say anything, but shuffled inside. 

“What’s up?” you asked, back against the door, watching him carefully. 

“I need to ask you something,” he said, looking around your apartment, but not looking at you. 

You stayed quiet, so he kept going, 

“The last few months,” he started, “what have they been for you?” he asked. 

His voice was quiet, but you could hear the way it broke over the words, 

“I...don’t understand,” you said. He took a deep breath, 

“We…” he started. The word by itself made your stomach churn, but he only sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets, “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I should go.” 

He walked towards you, towards the door, but you stepped in front of him, 

“Finish your question,” you said, softly, one hand on his chest. 

He looked down at your hand and you could feel his heart beat faster, 

“Last week,” he started again, “when I said ‘forever’...you were gonna say something and you didn’t. What were you gonna say?” 

You had to look away from him, his gaze too heavy to hold for you, and you scoffed, 

“It was nothing,” you said, softly, pulling your hand back. 

He placed his hand over yours, keeping it on his chest, and stepped closer, 

“No it wasn’t,” he said. 

You swallowed hard. 

A curled finger under your chin lifted it up to make you look at him 

His eyes were soft as he looked over you, his breathing steadier now, head tilted in front of you. 

There wasn’t a great height difference between you two, but even now his head was dropped low to your level, 

“You said forever,” he said, softly. 

“So did you,” you replied, a little more defensive than you should’ve been. But it didn’t stop him. He didn’t pull his hand away or try to leave. Instead, he just stayed there, staring at you. 

“You didn’t mean it?” he asked. 

You shook your head, seeing how his body tensed in front of you as you did. 

“I meant it,” you whispered. 

“Don’t,” he started, his voice cracking, “don’t say it if you’re not sure.” 

You smiled at him, and very carefully, in a measured tone, replied, 

“I am.” 

And you were. 

For the first time since you started this fling with Pete, you were absolutely sure of what you meant, about what you wanted. 

You gripped his wrist and pulled his hand up to kiss his palm, rough and calloused, closing your eyes as you breathed him in. 

“I always meant it,” you said. “Even if you didn’t.” 

“Who says I didn’t?” he replied. 

Outside the rain came to a halt, the room going silent around you, except for the sounds of you two breathing. 

“I always did, I never...I never wanted anything or anyone else,” he said. 

“Could’ve fooled me,” you mumbled. 

“But I’m gonna say it now. I am saying it now. I want you…” he trailed off. “Even if you don’t want me.” 

“Who says I don’t want you?” you asked, smirking at him. He dropped his head, but you could see the smile on his face.

You didn’t know what else to say, what else to do with him standing this close to you, 

so you kissed him. 

Soft and slow, your whole body relaxing as you cupped his face in your hands, and as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as he could. 

Your hands dropped to the sides of his jacket, tugging it off as he kissed you deeper. He pulled off your hoodie, and realizing you had nothing else on underneath it, looked up at you and smiled, 

“All ready and waiting for me?” he asked, quietly. You rolled your eyes, 

“Shut up,” you mumbled, pulling him in for another kiss. “Bedroom?” you asked, finally, breathless against him. He nodded, walking backwards as he tried to get his clothes off. 

You helped him as best you could while trying not to let him fall, but finally, as he bumped up against the bed, his shirt halfway over his head, you pulled it off him and pushed him down. 

“Angry, love?” he teased. 

“Yeah, for leaving me in the car last week after you finished,” you mumbled, tugging your leggings down. 

“Sorry,” he said, shrugging. 

“Don’t worry,” you whispered, climbing on top of him. “I’ve got it covered. 

You rubbed him over his boxers, feeling him harden and watching as he closed his eyes and sighed. Slowly, you pulled them down and pulled his cock out, dragging your tongue up his length. 

You’d done this before with him, but neither of you had ever had the luxury of time or a comfortable place to lay down. All your times with Pete had been in the back of some room or car, cramped together, going only until you were both satisfied. 

Tonight, however, you wanted to make sure things went a little better than usual. 

So you took your time, sucking on the head of his cock, your tongue swirling over it savoring the taste, and the way his hips flinched up as you moved over him. 

You pulled back, taking a deep breath and smiling at the way he relaxed into your mattress. And without warning, you moved right back over him, taking him as far as you could and making him hiss. 

You bobbed your head up and down, working your mouth over him until you could hear his grunts getting louder and louder, his body tensing under your touch. You dragged your nails down his thighs as you went faster. 

But just as his breathing became more shallow, as his hips thrusted up into your mouth, you moved yourself off him, pumping him until he came on your chest. You sat back on your heels, grabbing the tissues from your nightstand, quickly cleaning yourself off. 

He craned his neck up to look at you. 

“Had enough already?” he asked. 

You shook your head, 

“My turn,” you said, smiling at him. 

He stared at you, confused, for a moment, but let you push him back down as you moved over him. 

“What do you want?” he asked, still slightly annoyed at you, but you kept smiling. 

“What I should’ve gotten last week,” you said, lining yourself over his face, watching as he smiled wide and wrapped his arms around your thighs. 

“C’mere,” he whispered, holding you steady as you lowered yourself onto him. 

He was gentle only when he wanted to be, and it always took you by surprise. It was usually in moments like these, with you sitting on his face.

He was rough inside of you, pushing himself deep and fast into you just to get some relief, but when it came to you….he was different. 

He kissed the inside of your thighs first, dragging his teeth along them and making you shudder. And only when he felt you relax in his grip did he press his tongue between your folds, dragging it up and tasting you. 

He moaned against you and you sighed, grinding your hips against his face, moving in tandem with his tongue’s strokes over your cunt. 

You moved your hips faster over his face, but he stuck to his own pace, slow and steady over your clit, hands holding you so tight you knew they’d leave bruises, but all you could focus on was how good he felt, how solid he was beneath you, and how comfortable you were with him.

You trusted him. 

Somewhere in the last few months you two had been doing this, you two had learned each other so well, you didn’t need to ask anymore. 

He just knew what you needed, and where to go. 

But still, you moved faster over him, your hands gripping the headboard in front of you as the bedsprings squeaked beneath your movements. You were getting closer but Pete wasn’t going any faster, and you even though you felt your body tremble so close to the edge of orgasm, he held you tight enough to keep you steady, cumming on his face, screaming his name out. 

And yet, he didn’t stop. 

He drank in every last drop of you, tongue still moving at the same steady pace as before as you shook on top of him, your voice going hoarse until you were completely silent. 

He pressed a kiss to the lips, then to the top of your mound, his arms moving up to wrap around your waist as he helped you come down. 

You fell into the bed next to him, breathing heavy, still trying to find your voice again. 

“So,” he started, his voice raspy and low, “does that make up for last week?” 

He turned on his side, propping himself up on his elbow, facing you. 

You closed your eyes and laughed, shivering as he dragged one finger up your side. 

“Yeah,” you breathed out, turning your head to look at him, “it does.” 

“Really think you could do this forever?” he asked, eyes narrowing as he looked at you. 

You leaned in to kiss him, his tongue pushing inside you making you taste yourself on him and making you moan, 

“Forever,” you whispered into him.

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Smutember 2021 Strip Poker

Kingdom Hearts-Sora/Riku/Kairi 

The destiny island trio play some strip poker, and it gets out of hand 

written for @smutember requested by anon 

All characters are 18 years or older. This story is written for adults only. NSFW under the cut. 

Sora proudly threw down a card. “Go fish,” he proudly said looking at his friends.

“Sora, we’re playing poker,” Kairi told him. Sora, Kairi, and Riku were sitting around a table at a private beach, playing a rowdy game of strip poker. Kari had lost her shoes and jacket. Riku lost his shoes, socks, jacket, and shirt. Sora was only left in his boxers.

“Welp Sora, you lost the hand. You know what that means?” Riku taunted.

“Strip, strip, strip,” Kairi chanted. Riku joined in the two in chanting. “Strip, strip, strip.”

Sora stood up and complied. He pulled down his boxers, showing off his big cock to his friends. Riku cheered, while Kairi wolf whistled. He sat back down as his friends continued the game. Sora didn’t really understand poker, as evidenced by his nudity. So he didn’t understand what the other two were doing. Riku and Kairi laid their cards down on the table and Kairi looked really upset.

“God fucking damn it!” the girl shouted. The girl pulled off her socks.

“Wait, that’s it?” Riku asked, frustrated.  

Kairi stuck out her tongue. “You want to see more? Get a better hand. Nah!”

It seems Kairi shouldn’t have tempted fate, as the next two rounds she lost her top and her skirt, leaving her only in her white bra and panties.

At this point Sora started stroking himself. Seeing his friends half naked became too much for him. Riku lost next, with him removing his shorts. Seeing Sora jack off, he made a show of it. With only his boxers on he sat back down.

The air was tense, the only thing breaking through was Sora furiously jacking it. Another hand and another loss for Kairi. She could feel the boys hold their breath as she undid her bra. All eyes were on her as she exposed her breasts to her closest friends. Each soft white, tit was blessed with a large, pink nipple.

“Last round”, she coyly said.

Sweet built around the two’s brows. Riku could barely concentrate as Kairi was doing nothing to hide her bare chest. Once their hands were played Kairi jumped up in victory, her boobs bouncing with her; while Riku groaned in defeat.

“Well Riku, what are you waiting for?” Kairi asked. Both she and Sora started chanting, “Strip, strip, strip!” Riku gave his friends what they wanted, pulling his boxers revealing his defeat and his erection.

Sora walked to him and pressed his cock against Riku. Sora’s lips met Riku’s and the silver haired boy leaned in to feel closer to him. As the two nude boys grinded against each other, Kairi sat on the table and pulled down her panties.

She cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the boys. They saw that her naked wanting sex. Sora bent in front of her and lapped his tongue against her pussy. Sora felt lube pour down his backside. Riku rubbed it into his asshole. Sora moaned as Riku massaged his prostate with his two fingers.

“Oh, oh, Sora!”

“Are you ready?”

“Y-yes. Put your cock in me.”

Sora stood up and slid his hard aching dick into Kairi’s hungry sex. Likewise Sora felt the head of Riku’s cock insert itself into his butthole. After a few thrusts, the three found their rhythm. Sora resting his head against Kairi’s shoulder as her warmth enveloping him, Riku slamming his hips against Sora’s shapely ass.

Sora could barely hold on. “Guys, guys…”

“It’s alright,” Kairi told him.

“Yeah, Sora let go.”

Sora listened, finally cumming, filling Kairi with his seed. Riku’s thrusts slowed down and became gentle as Sora finished. Riku pulled out first, letting Sora slowly pull out himself. As Sora laid on the soft sand, Kairi knelt next to him gently kissing him on his lips. Riku got behind her, sliding his still hard cock in her, her juices and Sora’s semen coating it. Riku played with her left breast as he aggressively thrusted into her.

“Yes, yes, oh Riku.” The redhead came, with Riku still thrusting in her. He came last, adding his own cum with Sora’s. The two laid down next to Sora who thought that everyone won.

[sheerbeautyreigns]

DESIRE

Part 27

"Cry all you want. Nobody can hear you..."

Warning - contains rape

The sound of Drew’s alarm woke Paul the next morning. It was 7am. “Sorry, sorry.” Drew apologised, grabbing his phone. He turned it off. “What time’s your flight?” Paul asked rubbing his eyes. “Eleven. I can’t be fucked travelling today but duty calls.”

“I hear ya.” Paul agreed “What time do you want to be at the airport for?”

“Maybe 9? Is it OK if I jump in the shower?” He asked sitting up. “Knock yourself out.” Paul responded, eyeing his ass as he got out of the bed. Drew looked back smiling, eyeing Joe who was still sound asleep. “Always sleeping.”

Paul turned around in the bed and snuggled into Joe, causing him to stir. His eyes fluttered open. “Wha, what time is it?”

“It’s 7am. I need to leave Drew to the airport soon.” Paul told him, circling a strand of hair rested on his bare chest. “He’s leaving already?” Joe was awake now. “Fraid so. Did you enjoy last night?”

“It was fun. Guess I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up about it yesterday huh?” Joe said turning to face him. “I told you that you just need to trust me. You looked like you were really in your element last night.”

Joe pondered for a moment. “It’s weird, I just didn’t know what to expect when you first mentioned Drew last week but he’s…It’s easy with him.”

“You gel with him.” Paul affirmed leading Joe shrugged, “I guess.” Paul stroked his cheek and smiled. “Think we can do this again?”

“I don’t see why not.” Paul smiled leaning in to kiss him. He sat up and got out of the bed. “I’m gonna freshen up and get ready to leave. Why don’t you make us some coffee?” he suggested. “OK,” Joe stretched and dragged himself out of the bed, slipping into his black Armani boxers while Paul went off to the second bathroom. He always liked a long hot shower first thing.

Joe went about making their drinks and brought them back upstairs. Drew was wandering around with a towel wrapped around his waist when Joe entered. “Morning,” The Scot smiled adjusting the towel. His statuesque body glistened with beads of water that fell from his wet hair. “Sleep well?”

“Too good,” Joe set the tray aside. “Where’s Paul?” Drew asked quietly. “He”s having a shower-” Joe started as Drew grew closer.

“Thank fuck,” He said taking Joe in his arms and kissing him softly. Joe was instantly hard. “I don’t want you to go.” Joe looked at him with those gorgeous brown eyes. “I wish I didn’t either but I’ve got a few things to sort at home. Has Paul said if he”ll see you this coming week?”

“Nothing yet but I’ll find out.” Joe hesitantly moved away only to have Drew pull him in again. “Not yet,” He kissed him again, this time more passionately. Joe immediately pulled away, upon hearing the bathroom door close. Paul was coming. Drew turned his attention to his suitcase nearby and Joe grabbed his coffee.

“Thanks baby,” Paul smiled drying himself off, before grabbing his coffee. Joe retreated to the bed and put his knees up, trying to conceal his hard on. He watched in silence as both men made small talk while getting ready. He didn’t know when he would next see Drew this way so he wanted to soak it in. Part of him hated that Paul had set this up. He never realised how good it would be with him. Before he knew it, they were leaving. Joe threw on Paul’s bathrobe and went downstairs to say goodbye. “Keep me posted.” Drew said lowly as he hugged Joe goodbye. “I will.” Joe promised. He waved them off and went back upstairs to run a bath. It was just what he needed to relax after last night’s events and wondered what Paul had in mind over the next two days.

Joe was rinsing out the suds in the bath when he heard the key turn in the front door. Paul wasn’t away as long as he thought he would be. He could hear him coming upstairs.

“Hey.” He said entering the bedroom. “I’m in here.” Joe called from the en-suite. “Good, still not dressed.” Paul smirked, disrobing the black bathrobe that Joe had thrown on minutes earlier. He steadied himself against the sink as Paul pulled him against his body, kissing him hard. Joe pulled away, raising his hand to his mouth. “What was that for?” He licked his bottom lip, tasting blood.” Paul smiled darkly. “A reminder. You belong to me, understand?”

“What’s going on? I thought-” Joe was confused. Paul pulled the robe off him and dropped it to the ground. “Turn around.”

“Wha-?” Joe tried to ask. “Do as I say.” Paul ordered him, a serious look on his eyes. “No. What”s going on?” Joe defied, staring into his eyes only to be slapped hard across the cheek. He spun around, falling onto the sink. Before he could get his bearings, Paul was already undoing his trousers. Joe spat a mouthful of blood into the sink below. His head felt like it was spinning. Paul pulled his arms behind his back and pulled out a set of handcuffs from his pocket. He had clearly planned this. Joe tried to fight him off the moment he heard the clink of the metal.

“No, please,” He cried as Paul forced his body down on the counter top, which was being covered in droplets of his blood. “Shut up!” Paul roared twisting his arm. Hastily he managed to cuff his hands behind his back. “You think I didn’t know? You and Drew????”

“Please, there’s nothing-” Joe let out, struggling as Paul dragged him into the bedroom where he forced him onto the bed face down. “I’ll fucking show you who you belong to.” Paul growled, slipping out of his trousers and boxers. He squeezed the lube onto his hand, pulled his hips up towards his cock and quickly rubbed Joe entrance. This was more for his own benefit than Joe’s. “Please don’t do this! There’s nothing going on I swear-” The young man pleaded again, straining his head to the side. Tears were streaming down his cheeks now. He cried out again as Paul’s cock penetrated him roughly. “Cry all you want. Nobody can hear you! In fact, the more you cry, the harder I get.” He warned. Paul fucked him hard, over and over as Joe struggled against him, crying into the sheets below. He begged for him to stop but he would not let up, telling him that he’s wanted to fuck him like this for so long and that he brought it on himself. He felt so sick to his stomach as Paul came hard in his ass calling him a “filthy little slut.”

When he withdrew, he let Joe fall onto the bed, leaving him there cuffed as he went into the bathroom to wash his hands. When he returned to the room a few minutes later, he stood a distance from the bed, taking in Joe shuddering, defenseless body, curled up as much as he could. He could see the redness around his wrists from where he was struggling against the cuffs, the bruises on his ass from the flogger and the redness of his opening itself. He could feel his heart ready to explode in his chest, hearing his quiet sobbing and sniffling into the sheets. He stood there for a few more minutes, savouring the sight. He knew he was fucked up and nothing would change that. He noticed that the sobbing stopped, as did the shuddering.

Hesitantly he walked around the bed to see his face. The room was silent. He sweeped the damp strands away, swallowing hard. Joe eyelids were half closed. He didn’t know what this was. Had he reached subspace again or had he blacked out in another way? Quickly, he grabbed his trousers from the ground and fished the key out of the pocket. He undid the cuffs, letting Joe arms fall limply at his sides. Paul rolled him onto his back. He could see the traces of blood on his mouth as well as his reddened cheek. His heart sank knowing he had gone too far this time. Paul cradled him in his arms. “Baby,” He coaxed him “Come on baby,” Slowly he started coming around. His eyes squinting, trying to adjust to the light. He looked like he was in a daze.

As Paul came into view, he started to pull away. “It’s OK, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Fuck you, lemme go!” Joe spat, breaking out of his grip. He grimaced in pain as he sat up in the bed. “You’re hurting. I’m gonna help you.” Paul leaned forward grabbing his arm as Joe got off the bed. “Don’t touch me!” Joe looked like he would knock him out. Paul let go. “OK, OK I’m sorry, I fucked up.” He said putting his hands up. He watched as Joe went about gathering his belongings, limping in pain, hastily getting dressed. “You really pissed me off! What was I supposed to do?” Paul followed him around trying to explain. “You fucking raped me!” Joe roared. “Baby I’m sorry, I was so angry. Please I love you!”

“It’s too late! I’m done with this fucking mess!” Joe went into the bathroom to retrieve his toiletry bag at the sink. He paused, seeing his blood in the sink. His heart was thumping. It was then that he caught his reflection in the mirror. There was still blood on his bottom lip and there was slight swelling in his reddened cheek.

“At least stay until I can get you fixed up. You can’t leave looking like that.” Joe caved at the sink seeing what a mess he was. He buried his head in his hands and started sobbing. Paul gingerly approached him from behind and placed his hand on his back. “I’m so sorry baby, if I could take it back…” Joe was too upset to even fight him off. Paul pulled him into a comforting hug. He sobbed into the material of his t-shirt. “I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you.” He said stroking his hair. “Let me fix you up.”

[plutoismydaddy]

I can read you like a book 3

Jimin x reader Gangster au

In the midst of a gang war Jimin finds himself in his own war, a war between himself and the feelings he was developing for the girl with the fuzzy pink scarf.

CH1 CH2  CH3 CH4 CH5

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You dragged the rag across the table, granting the stains no mercy, with a sigh you stood up, your back aching in strain. Maybe laying on a roof for hours and then getting 3 hours of sleep wasn’t one of your greatest ideas. You walked into the kitchen and threw the rag in the dirty laundry bag, either way you had to get used to it. 

Three weeks had passed, three weeks of surveilling the small building. You looked over to JM. After all this time it had become like a routine, JM laying beside you as you huddled together eyes not leaving the small building. As tiring and cold as it was you couldn’t hide the slight excitement when you thought about spending time with the man beside you.

Your head jerked up from where it was resting in your palm at the sight of a short hooded figure. It wasn’t the first time you had seen the person, shiny jewellery coating their body, it was hard to forget, but that was not the thing that made you so interested in them. No, it was the way the guards seemed to stiffen up as they approached the building, or how whenever they came, it seemed to be a more important meeting. There was something special about them. You elbowed JM and pointed toward the person “Do we know anything about them?” JM shook his head “no...no I don’t think so”. Eyes fixated on the hooded figure the two of you watched as they walked into the small house. “Let’s go.”, you turned to the man beside you, but his eyes were still fixated on the small building. “What?” JM shoved his bouncers into his bag “Let’s go, we both know we’re wasting our time”.

You followed the man as he crossed the roof, questions filling your head. Eyes hooded by his furrowed eyebrows and jaw clenched JM walked down the stair, walking beside him you couldn’t help but wonder what had made him so upset. He seemed fine a minute ago. Your eyes followed JM’s hands as they raked through his hair, his pale forehead peaking through, he sighed before turning to you, the corner of his lips rising slightly. Your stomach did a backflip at the attention, “where...where are we going?” you turned and stared forward “Let’s just drive around for a bit”. You only nodded in respond.

Music hummed through the quiet car as JM drove, the street lights glowed a yellow shine onto his face. Your eyes scanned over his relaxed face, his half lidded eyes and plum lips contrasted against the earlier furrowed eyebrows and cleaned jaw. “So, what happened earlier?” JM’s eyes flickered to you before they returned to the road “What?”. You chuckled at his sudden memory loss “You got all grumpy all of a sudden.”, JM’s shoulders tensed as he cleared his throat ”Ooh, I just got tired of laying on that roof I guess. You know we’ve been there for weeks without seen anything”. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, sure you hadn’t caught some big boss, but you had gathered small pieces here and there. You looked over at him, anyone would understand that things like this took time “Are- did one of the bosses speak to you. Did Shin say anything?”. JM’s grip tightened on the wheel as he took a deep breath, “Let’s not talk about work now”, “What else would we talk about?” you cocked your eyebrow at him. “It’s not like we’re some colleges in an office” JM chuckled “yeah you’re right, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get to know each other.” his lips curled into a small smile as he glanced towards you. 

There he goes, changing his mood in a second “I already know your name, so it’s only fair if I told you mine. I’m Park Jimin.”, butterflies filled your stomach at the introduction. There was something intimate about knowing his first name, it was like JM was a mask that had now fallen to finally let you see Jimin, the real Jimin. Realizing your lack of response you gave him a smile “Nice to meet you.”, he mirrored your smile. “So why did you start working for the gangs?”. You tried your best to not show the slight discomfort that had filled your stomach at the question, you let out an awkward attempt at a chuckle “I had to pay off some family debt”. “By jumping into the world of crime instead of getting a job at a cafe or something” Jimin laughed, and you followed suit “The pay is better, I got more money talking to some crack heads in a week than serving people for a month”. Jimin only laughed more at your reasoning “Well why did you join? Did your mother abandon you as a child and you had to fend for yourself, and you are now looking for revenge!” you finished your dramatic speech with a sigh before the two of you burst out in laughter again. Jimin leaned forward as he laughed his warm hand grazing against your thigh as he grabbed your seat, the two of you gasped for air once you calmed down. “Naah Namjoon threatened to tell my mother that I had sex if I didn’t join his gang”. Silence filled the air as the two of you blinked at each other before you burst into laughter “And you called me dumb” you gasped out “I was in 9th grade” Jimin wheezed back.

The car had stood in front of your apartment for a while, already going over the allowed parking time, but the two of you didn’t stop talking. Jimin threw his head back in laughter at your little story, you could spend a lifetime watching the man in front of you, but you knew you had to go home and get some rest. Watching the sun’s first rays peek over the horizon you listened to Jmin’s laughter quiet down to chuckles “I should go home.”, Jimin followed your gaze “Yeah, I guess it’s late.”. Despite the words, neither of you moved from your spot the silence wrapping itself around you like a warm blanket. Letting out a sigh you sat up straight in your seat “Thanks for the drive it was lovely” you resisted smiling as you watched Jimin frown in slight disappointment. “It’s nice, you got some hilarious stories” he let out a chuckle “Well I’ll see you tomorrow, same place, same time.”, you opened the car door, the cold air biting against your skin “Yeah...no” you blinked at him “We should, I don’t know, change our tactics”. “What, why?” you froze, the car door hanging open “We’ve already identified like 5 members of the gang just by watching from that roof.” Jimin paused, his gaze seemed to shift into a slight glare as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. “I just think we could do this more efficiently.”, “well this is wo-” your voice died into silence as Jimin leaned forward his voice low. “Come to one Soomin”, hearing your name fall from his lips seemed to squeeze something inside of you “Let’s just try a new plan, if it doesn’t work then we’ll just go back to the dumb rooftop shit.”. His nose grazed against yours as he breathed, you had never done any drug, but you were sure this was what being high felt like. “What do you think, hmm?” Jimin’s question pulled you out of the maze that was his eyes and back into reality “I, uh I mean yeah we could try...we could try,”. A smile grew on his lips.

Your body was heavy as you reached over to turn off the alarm, with a groan you laid back in your bed. You didn’t have work today as the cafe was going through some renovation, you weren’t complaining, body heavy with exhaustion you weren’t sure could have worked anyways. You rolled over onto your side, you had spent the night thinking, well trying to. There was something off with Jimin, you knew it, but every time you tried to figure it out in your head, your thought wandered back to how close he was, how his eyes had flickered from your lips back to your eyes and how low his voice was as if he only wanted you to hear him. And just like the night before you buried your face into the pillow, and kicked your feet against the soft mattress under you. That man was going to drive you crazy. There was definitely something going on. You sat up and swung your legs over the edge the cold floor attacking against your bare feet, you had to go back to that roof a last time, but with no car and Jimin definitely not an option you were stuck. Scrolling through your contacts, you tried to think of a good excuse as to why you would need to be dropped off at the outskirts of the city. Your eyebrows twitched upwards as your eyes fell on a certain name, Seokjin. 

“So why did you call me? I don’t mind, of course, I just thought JM was supposed to be your partner.” you bit your lip, you wanted to tell him about Jimin’s weird behaviour, but they were in the same gang after all, and probably trusted each other more. “Yeah, but he seemed a bit tired yesterday, so I thought I’d go alone this time.” you shrugged. Seokjin nodded slightly as he furrowed his eyebrows in thought “yeah, he seemed a bit stressed yesterday” you raised your eyebrows as you eyed Seokjin “Oh?” Seokjin appeared clueless to your sudden interest as he let out a small chuckle turning on his turn signal. “Usually, that guy is the chillest person ever, we could be walking through rival territory, and he’d be scrolling through Instagram or something.”. You let out a chuckle as you leaned back in your seat, thoughts running again “I guess he must have been really tired, huh?”

“Where do you want me to park?” you scanned the area “How about there?” you pointed to a building a bit further to where Jimin used to park. You undid your seatbelt as the car stopped “It’s freezing, and I won’t take long, so you could stay in the car” you smiled at the man beside you, you weren’t going to force him into the cold also you only came for one person. “Ahh thank you, I hate the cold” he sighed as he pulled his coat closer when the cold night air filled the car.

Clutching your bag to your chest you kept close to dark walls as you walked, you approached the now so familiar building. Looking around before running towards it you force, there behind a small shed stood a slick black car, the same black slick car as Jimin drove. Same registration plate and all. But Jimin had made it very clear that he didn’t want to come back here though, eyes not leaving the car you pulled out your camera and snapped some photos of the vehicle. You never thought you’d use it against Jimin of all people. Turning your attention back to the reason you came here, you looked around the area again before running to the building, but instead of entering through the battered doors, you followed the cold walls. Once you were close to the edge of the building, you laid down on the ground and crawled the last bit. You were basically lying right in front of the Balck dove’s den shielded by nothing but the shade of the building beside you. Like a sniper on the battlefield, you laid there peering through your camera waiting for your target. 

You don’t know how much time had passed, but the cold was starting to get to you. Thinking back to how you would press yourself against Jimin for the warmth you instinctively pressed yourself against the wall beside you, but you were only met with the cold concrete. The low buzzing in your phone pulled you from your thoughts, eyeing the guards a last time you moved slowly and pulled out your phone. Your stiff fingers worked the passcode into the phone to unlock it, One unread message from Jimin stared back at you. Eyes flickering to the building in front of you and seeing nothing had changed, you pressed on the notification. Hey, I might be a little late tonight, I’ll pick you up when I’m done <3. You stared at the screen anger slowly bubbling in your stomach. What the fuck are you doing Jimin? You shoved your phone back in your pocket, you didn’t have time for his bullshit; they should be here any moment now.

The quiet sound of the shutter filled our ears as the short figure walked in front of you, like a model on the catwalk they walked with confidence. As usual, the jewellery hugging their body shimmered in the light, a golden chain wrapped itself around their waist showing off their curves, and the golden coated heels and buckles on their shoes made their every step shine. You had seen these ornaments so many times, but this time you could get a good look at them, and some even better pictures. Your eyes followed the figure as they walked through the doors. Like a sniper laying on the battlefield, you located your target.

You plopped onto the seat with a huff, the warm air of the car coating your body. “Welcome back. Did you find anything?” you smiled back at Seokjin “I got exactly what I needed”. With a smile, Seokjin started the car, filling the silence with conversation Seokjin headed towards the city, but the car slowly came to a stop before you could. Seokjin leaned forwards furrowing his head as he stared past you, “Isn’t… Isn’t that JM’s car?” you turned your head not sure if you should act surprised at the parked car. Deciding you were tired of all the lying and pretending you turned and stared back at the man beside you with a bored stare “yup”. Seokjin’s eyes returned to the car “But he said he was at home” his voice was low almost as if he was talking to himself. “Home?”, “yeah, I texted him to see how he was doing, and he said he was just resting at home” that’s it you thought, You had to talk to Seokjin. “Let’s talk as we drive, so he doesn’t see us”, with a nod he drove away.

[ak47stylegirl]

Sick Days: Chapter 9

So I ended up working on this chapter instead of my IRrelief fic...oops? 😅Anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this chapter, huge thanks to @willow-salix for giving it a read over and helping me edit XD

The other chapters can be found here. 

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Scott POV

He parked his car in the train station car park, turning the engine off. Today had not been an enjoyable day; he thought as he prepared to wait for John's train to arrive, leaning forward against the steering wheel, chin resting on his arms.

He still couldn’t believe he didn’t notice how sick Alan was this morning. Like the kid had been telling him that he wasn’t feeling well, but did he listen? 

No…

Some guardian he was, he thought with a frown, unintentionally glaring out his windscreen at the deserted train station. For all he knew, sending Alan to school could have made the cold even worse, and it was all his fault!

His frown shifted to a look of sadness as his mind went to Alan, who he had left at home. He hoped Allie was still asleep; he didn’t even want to imagine how upset Alan would be if he woke up and found out that he wasn’t there. 

Alan was...in a word, a sensitive kid, who needed a gentle and caring touch.

They were Alan's security blanket, himself in particular as he was the closest thing the kid had to a parent. He was Allie’s brother, father and mother, all at the same time….Because there was no one else to take up those roles… 

And, being honest, sometimes it was tough being all three of those things and often one gets forgotten among the others. It was usually the brother role that slipped; he was more a parent to Alan then a big brother at this point...

He sighed tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he felt a slight headache coming on. He glanced up at the station as the overhead speakers announced John’s train arriving soon.

He undid his seat belt and stepped out of the car, so John would be able to see him when the train arrived. He watched as John’s train pulled into the station, stopping with a loud screech. It seemed really packed tonight...

After a couple of seconds, a sea of people flooded off the train. There were people in suits, people in uniforms and people in casual clothes, all tired from the long day. 

Must have been a busy day at work.. or school, he added, spotting a couple of school kids chatting as they got picked up by their parents. Everybody looked so tired…

He was having difficulties spotting John in the crowd, which in itself was a rarity…Usually, John stands out like a sore thumb in a crowd; He thought with a small smile as he scanned the crowd for his brother. It was mostly because of John’s bright carrot red hair. 

Which John had inherited from their grandfather on their mother’s side. Other than Gordon’s slightly red-tinted blond hair, John was the only one in the family with the red hair gene. 

He couldn't help the small smile that formed as he scanned the crowd for his brother. The red hair definitely suited John..

While he looked nearly identical to their father, brown hair and dimples with his mother’s blue eyes. John, Gordon and Alan on the other hand were the most like their mother, in looks anyway…

Though both himself and John had inherited their father's height, both reaching the six foot mark easily. 

In fact, he remembered his Grandma joking once that Alan was their mother’s little twin. Alan looked so much like Lucille Tracy; it was almost eerie, although Alan was very much a mix of all of them when it came to his personality. 

If any one of them were the most like their mother in personality, it would be Virgil and John, he thought, his small smile becoming a full grin as he spotted his little brother getting off the train, his black laptop bag hanging from his shoulder.

“Hey, John!” He called to his brother, waving his arm in the air to get his little brother’s attention. “Over here!” 

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He didn’t know how, but John always seemed to make his car seem small, he thought, glancing over at the front passenger seat to see John with his long legs stretched out in front of him. Which didn’t make sense because he was taller than John… 

Though he didn’t blame John for stretching out a bit, he thought as he drove his car around a corner. Those trains don’t really give you much space to move, and John looked drained. 

It wasn’t hard to imagine why... John wasn’t a real people person and an hour train ride, surrounded by lots and lots of other people, could really drain a person like John. 

That's why he waited until they were halfway home to ask John how his day was...

“It wasn’t that bad, but it was very busy, spent most of-” John yawned, his orange eyelashes blinking sleep from his eyes. “-of the day in the library studying for my astronomy exam..” 

“I’m sure you’ll ace that, John” He smiled, keeping his eyes on the road. “You know the stars like no one else...except maybe Alan, kid definitely getting into that stuff…” 

He has definitely caught the kid trying to sneak out at night to stargaze, way past his bedtime, he may add…

And most of the time, Alan completely forgets that it is cold at night and forgoes a jacket, resulting in an Allie popsicle by the time he realises the kid is out of bed…

Honestly, no wonder he’s going slightly grey...

“The astronomy exam isn’t just stars, Scott...” John explained, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. John always hated it when people had facts wrong.. “It’s asteroids, black holes, planets and complex situations that can only happen in space…” 

He smiled in slight amusement, not really understanding what his brother was going on about… Space wasn’t really his area of expertise, give him a plane and the clear sky and he was fine but space…

Completely out of his comfort zone...He was a sky bird, not astronaut... 

“You’re going to go up there one day, aren’t you?” He asked quietly with mixed emotions, keeping his eyes on the road so John wouldn’t see the conflict in them, even though he was sure his brother could hear it in his voice. “Like Dad…”  

Space ran in their family, their father being the first man to step on Mars. However, the stardom of being the sons of the first man on Mars didn’t really help them in the long run. The money his father had earned from NASA had gone into his and John’s education. 

His father was hoping to start a business but had died before he could get it off the ground. The little money that their parents had saved and put away went into supporting them until he could find a job to support him and his brothers. 

“If I can graduate and get accepted into NASA, yeah…” John smiled, looking out the car window at the stars in the sky. John turned to face him, “so, how has your day been? Heard it's been pretty rough...”

“It’s been…” He sighed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “Yeah, rough is probably the best way to describe it..” 

He should have seen that Alan was sick, he thought with a little scowl, his grip on the steering wheeling getting tighter. How could he prioritise getting to work on time over actually taking time to check if Alan was telling the truth or not? 

Maybe if he had listened, Alan wouldn’t be-  

“You had no way of knowing that Alan was sick, Scott,” John spoke up suddenly, snapping him out of his self-loathing thoughts. “so stop beating yourself up over it…” 

He blinked at John in shocked surprise before focusing back on the road, slowing his car down to a stop as he came to a stoplight. “You don’t get it, John..” He sighed dismissively. 

“He told me he wasn’t feeling well and I didn’t listen...” He hit the accelerator, driving the car around the corner. Admittedly he may have hit the pedal a little too hard in his frustration. “What kind of guardian does that?” 

“Did he look obviously sick this morning?” John asked, blue-green eyes regarding him calmly, not even commenting on his slightly speedy turn. “Because I find it very hard to believe that you would send him to school if he even looked a little bit sick, so?”

He sighed, letting his shoulders drop. 

“Well, he didn’t look very sick this morning, no...But-” He answered reluctantly, shifting his hands slightly on the steering wheel with a frown, “-but he was harder to get up than unusual…”

“which in hindsight should have told me something was wrong,” He pinched the bridge of his nose with a slightly pained sigh, the headache from before coming back full force. “but Alan has never been an easy kid to wake up anyway, so…” 

John’s eyes watched him in silence, beckoning him to continue. John may not be a people person, but he knew people, knew when to speak and when to listen. John was very good at listening...

“Like I checked his temperature and it seemed normal..” He explained with a frown, letting himself properly reflect on the day’s events.  “So I thought he was just tired this morning and that once he was at school, he would be fine..” 

But Alan hadn’t been fine… 

“But then I got the call from the school and-Oh John, he sounded so sick...” He sighed, running his hand through his hair in slight distress. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it…”

“You know...You are too hard on yourself sometimes Scott..” John sighed wistfully, shaking his head slightly as he spoke. “You did nothing wrong, yes, you sent Alan to school when admittedly he should have stayed home…” 

He snorted dismissively to himself, “I don’t know about you John, but that sounds pretty bad to me…” He said as he turned off of the main street, home starting to get closer by the minute. 

“I haven’t finished yet..” John scowled at him, greeny-blue eyes giving him a slight stink eye. “Anyway, what I was trying to say, is that at the time, it wasn’t obvious that Alan needed to stay at home. So how could you blame yourself for something you didn’t even realise was an issue?”

He shifted in his seat slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable as John’s reasoning stood up and he didn’t want to admit it...John was right but…But he needed to be the best for his brothers, he couldn’t make mistakes. 

Mum or Dad would not have made the same mistake... 

John sighed, very clearly seeing his refusal to face the facts. “You made that choice based on the facts you had at the time, it may not have been the right one but that’s okay Scott...” John gave him a small comforting smile, “you’re allowed to make mistakes..”

No, I’m not…

“Sure, whatever...Can we just drop this?” He asked as he turned his car onto their street, home just minutes away. “I’m really tired, it's been a long day…” 

John’s shoulders dropped, eyes filled with disappointment, “Sure..” John sighed softly, turning his head to look outside his window. He was sure John was already planning to get Virgil involved, knowing his brothers…

He pulled into their driveway... 

[flameo-hotman]

Zuko snapped his fingers like a zippo lighter and holds it for sokka while he blazes

Blaze It Hotman

It was Sokka’s idea for Zuko to try pot. The Water Tribe Warrior Zuko seemed more stressed than usual and needed to chill out for once in his unbelievably stressed-out existence. So here they were, sitting in the royal gardens with Sokka rolling the plant inside of a piece of brown paper, while his guards Kenzo and Lee stood watch.

His great grandfather Sozin had tried and failed to eradicate the plant from the Fire Nation. One of his less noted failures.

Sokka held the joint up with a smile and said one of the most baffling things that Zuko had ever heard come out of a mouth that wasn’t Aang or his uncle, “Blaze it!”

“What?” If Sokka hadn’t been the one to say it, Zuko would have been sure that Aang was once again making up more prewar Fire Nation speak. Flameo and hotman were most assuredly not things anyone other than the air bender had ever said. He refused to ask his uncle if he was correct in his assumptions.

“Something I picked up from Aang” Zuko was right. “Use your jerk bending to light the joint.”

“Oh.” And Zuko complied, snapping his right thumb and middle finger together to create a single small flame. Sokka proceeded to happily light the joint with before bringing it to his lips and taking a drag off of it, with a happy sigh. The scent reminded Zuko of Jet, which brought up some mixed and mostly negative emotions. He felt like it was his fault the guy had possibly died. 

When the joint was handed to Zuko, he took in a lungful of the stuff and promptly suffered a small coughing fit. His boyfriend proceeded to laugh his ass off at this.

“I thought you said this was relaxing?” He coughed out. “This doesn’t feel very relaxing.”

“You’ve really never gotten high before? Have you?” Sokka laughed as he wiped tears of joy from his eyes. Zuko glared, despite finding the sight endearing.

Sokka was still giggling to himself when he took the joint back and said, “Okay, new plan. When I breathe out my next hit, you breathe it in. Got it?” Zuko gave a single silent nod before Sokka took another drag off of the joint and pulled Zuko into his lap suddenly. The fire bender hadn’t been expecting. The hand that rested itself on his hip calmed him, however. And when Sokka let out a cloud of the smoke, Zuko breathed it in slowly.

He didn’t feel any different, but Sokka did seem somewhat more loose and relaxed. So he took a few more hits this way until finally, he felt something happen. It didn’t happen all at once, but when Sokka let him take a few more hits from the joint itself, this time Zuko didn’t cough quite as much, he felt himself beginning to relax as his worries faded away from his mind.

“My dad would be angry if he knew I was doing this,” Zuko said plainly.

“Yeah, and the guy would be angry about you doing a ton of other perfectly normal things. Trash Lord Ozai is not really the best judge of right and wrong.” Sokka pointed out with a smile.

“I never said he was,” Zuko said with a smirk. “Only that knowing would upset him.”

“Well, he is your dad and has a right to know if you’re smoking pot.” Sokka agreed in an exaggerated voice of the utmost seriousness. “But let’s enjoy this first.”

Sokka’s petting of his silk-clad hip felt nice, as did the rest of the silk that covered him. Everything felt soft and wonderful, as he began to slip into a dreamlike haze. Sokka made no move to take the blunt back from Zuko, as he threaded his free hand into Zuko’s hair and verbally marveled at its softness.

“I mean seriously.” The Water Tribe Warrior groaned. “Have you ever felt your hair? I need to know what hair products the royal hair washers use on it because it feels amazing.”

“I mean it’s my hair, Sokka. Of course, I’ve felt it.” Zuko rolled his eyes. “And uh… I think its coconut? I’m not sure. I just had a hair treatment yesterday, so maybe if you asked Shi Lin, she might be able to-” 

But whatever he was about to say was lost forever, when he full-on moaned at the tug Sokka gave his hair.

He hadn’t thought something like that could feel good, let alone as amazing as it had.

Sokka let go of his hair to take away the joint, eyes going wide, and grinding it into the ground.

“Spirits…”, Sokka swallowed before growling, “Zuko, honey, I want to try something, but I need to know if you want me to…”

“Yes, Sokka. Anything you want.” Zuko was pretty sure he knew what his boyfriend had in mind, and while normally he wouldn’t be open to doing that kind of thing somewhere so public, he was the Fire Lord and these were his royal gardens.

Zuko undid the sash of his robes, but Sokka took it from him and shook his head.

“Your clothes are staying on Fire Lord.” But the twinkle of desire was still in his eyes as he ordered, “Put your hands behind you back, darling.” And Zuko did.

Sokka had Zuko twist around to give him a clear view of his wrist so he could tie them together behind his back with the sash before he ran his hands down Zuko’s sides dragging the silk of his robes against them, and Zuko shuddered at the feeling. He was beginning to understand what was happening.

“You make the most beautiful sounds, Zuko.” Sokka rasped, his mouth suddenly sounding dry to Zuko. “I want to hear every single one of those gorgeous sounds.”

Lee and Kenzo, his guards, shifted awkwardly where they were keeping watch. Zuko had forgotten them, until now. Suddenly he thought about everything the guards that stood watch outside his bedroom must hear at night and he flushed. He had never even thought about that until right now. What did they think of their Fire Lord’s bedroom activities?

But those thoughts were cut short when Sokka gave his hair another tug.

The sound that he made was filthy, and he could see the way that the two guards tensed at it.

“Don’t look at them,” Sokka snarled. “I want you to look at me. They can look at you and listen to you, but only I get to touch you. Am I understood?”

“Agni, yes, Sokka, yes.” Zuko loved it when Sokka was possessive.

“Good.” And then Sokka bit him. It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but it was hard enough that Zuko shouted and bucked his hips. It hurt but just like when Sokka pulled his hair, it felt good. Later Zuko might be horrified by how much he enjoyed it, but right now he was shamelessly begging for more.

A thumb rubbed the silk of his robes against a nipple and he pressed himself into the touch, gasping at the feeling.

“That’s a good Fire Lord.” Sokka praised. “Keep making those pretty little sounds, beautiful.”

Zuko’s wrists strained against their silk bindings, as he rutted against Sokka’s lap. It was rapidly becoming too much, and Sokka had only just started. Zuko was going to demand that they do this again.

Sokka rolled his hips against Zuko’s own finally, as he licked a stripe up the fire benders throat. 

The hot breath against the rapidly cooling damp was what set Zuko off.

He came crying out Sokka’s name.

Sokka didn’t stop, however, now chasing his own completion. He jerked his hips against Zuko mashing his lips against Zuko’s own. Once more, twice more, and finally on the third jerk, he followed the fire bender into completion.

They were both gasping for breath, as they slowly came down from not one but two highs.

“I don’t think we should tell your dad about this part.”

Zuko wanted to smack his boyfriend, groaning, “Way to ruin the moment.”

“So… You want to do this again?”

“Yeah, I do, you idiot.”

“I love you to, Babe.”

“Love you to, Sokka.”, Zuko sighed back. “Now could you please untie my arms?”

Sokka laughed, as he maneuvered Zuko off of his lap and obeyed.

Zuko rewarded Sokka with a kiss.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22462120/chapters/54193087

[enterthesmosh]

My Way or the Highway: Shayne Topp

Word Count: 2765 Summary: No internet leads to an interesting proposition. No smut but nudity, innuendo, and swearing so…

“Well, the internet is still out.”

You looked up from where you had been staring at your phone to see Shayne walking back into the living room. He lifted glass he was holding in his right hand to his lips and took a rather large gulp of the drink inside before he lowered it and flopped down onto the sofa next to you. You pressed the power button on your phone and reached over to set it down on the arm of the couch with a slight sigh falling from your lips.

You looked back at Shayne and raised your brows slightly, “What’re we gonna do now?”

For a Saturday night, the two of you were keeping things pretty low-key considering that, when given the chance, you both had a propensity to have a little too much fun. Work had been kicking both of your asses and you’d made the mutual decision to stay in for the night and just watch Netflix. That had been the plan until a sudden thunderstorm had kicked up and momentarily knocked out the power. The lights had returned fairly quickly but the internet had yet to return.

So, while Shayne had run off when the power first went out, you managed to find your way to his liquor stash to make the both of you a drink. One drink turned to several, so now they both of you were feeling just a little giggly and restless - trying desperately to find something else to occupy your time with until you could resume your Netflix marathon. 

“We should play a game,” Shayne said as he got to his feet.

You quirked an eyebrow in his general direction, “What sort of game?”

“We should play Mario Kart so I can kick your ass again,” he laughed, walking over to the entertainment center. He seemed to be rummaging through the different consoles and games that were set up underneath the television. You scoffed softly and rolled your eyes as you lifted your cup up and took a long swig of the mixed drink within. Shayne was always one to try and prove his prowess when it came to certain games and ever since he’d beaten you by two points in the last Mario Kart tournament you’d played together he was lording it over you.

With a small sigh, you leaned forward to rest your elbows on your knees and watched Shayne for a moment. He was pulling out what looked like the pro-controllers for his switch which made you let out some sort of disgruntled nonsensical grunt. Shayne looked over his shoulder with a very confused look on his face. “Can I help you, cave person?” he laughed as he stood up straight. You, however, could only roll your eyes at him as you shakily got to your feet.

“Fuck that weak ass Switch shit,” you mumbled.

You gingerly placed your cup down onto the coffee table and made your way over to where Shayne was still standing. You put a hand on his shoulder and playfully pushed him out of the way so that you could bend down to look for what you wanted. “If we’re going to play Mario Kart, we’re going to play it my way,” you mumbled as you started to pull out controllers, “And we’re going to make it interesting.”

“What do you mean interesting?” Shayne asked from beside you, “Like a bet or something?”

Finally, you managed to unwind the controllers you needed and located the game cartridge from the drawer at the bottom of the unit. “Or something,” you chuckled lowly. Shayne gave up on waiting for you to finish setting the game up and went back to the couch, propping his feet up onto the coffee table. You hummed softly to yourself as you switched on the television and inserted the game into the console itself before standing up and grinning back at Shayne.

He swallowed a mouthful of his drink and raised an eyebrow at you, “Mario Kart 64?”

“Not just Mario Kart 64,” you said, walking over with two controllers, “Strip Mario Kart 64.”

Shayne very nearly choked on his drink. He slapped a hand against his chest and let out a loud cough to clear his airway before he looked up at you with a slightly incredulous look upon his face while he attempted to collect himself once again. However, that look quickly melted into a slightly smarmy smile. “If you want me to take my clothes off you could have just asked,” he laughed as he shook his head from side to side slowly.

You rolled your eyes and tossed him a controller, “Shut up and play.”

Shayne reached out to take green controller from you and you sat next to him, holding the bright yellow one in your own hands. “So what exactly are the rules for this?” he asked as he entered the character select screen. You chuckled softly to yourself as you selected Toad while Shayne picked Yoshi. You grabbed you cup again and drained the remaining liquid from within. “If you lose, you take something off,” you said, setting your cup down, “Socks are not individual, so if you’re taking socks off you have to take off both.”

The Grand Prix started fairly civilly with the two of you only really being upset at yourselves or the CPU characters for messing up or screwing you over. You’d both won and lost two of the races which resulted in you losing both of your socks and sweatshirt, while Shayne removed his socks and t-shirt. However, by the second Grand Prix both you and Shayne had had a little more to drink and were getting just a hair upset with one another. 

“Fucking…  Fuck you, T-Tippy Topp,” you grumbled under your breath as Shayne hit you with a red shell and sped by.

He laughed loudly and glanced away from the screen to look over at you, “What did you just call me?”

The momentary distraction was enough for Shayne to not see that a turn was coming and he ran right off the track. He let out an annoyed shout and started to bounce both of his legs impatiently as Lakitu seemed to be taking his sweet time in fishing him from the depths and returning him to the course. In the meantime, you flew past Shayne and let out a gleeful laugh. “Suck it, Tippy-Topp,” you giggled, turning the corner to see the finish line in sight.

“Stop calling me that,” he shot back with a laugh of his own.

You didn’t pay attention to him and quickly crossed the finish line, getting a first place finish. You held both of your hands above your head in triumph as at least one CPU finished before Shayne had the chance to. Shayne angrily dropped his controller to the ground and kicked at the floor. You set your own controller down next to you on the couch and reached out to grab hold of your drink from the table. “Take. It. Off,” you laughed, taking a sip and raising your eyebrows at Shayne over the rim of your cup.

Shayne grumbled nonsense under his breath and got to his feet so that he could undo his belt, he slipped it from the loops and dropped it to the floor. You watched, expecting him to continue on with his jeans, but he merely sat himself back down onto the couch. You made a very dissatisfied noise and looked over at him with a very dejected look upon your face. Shayne only laughed and reached down to pick his controller up off of the floor.

“You never specified anything about belts,” he shot back, getting ready for the next race.

You narrowed your eyes at him before tearing them away to look back at the screen again. Your hands gripped tighter to the controller as you focused on the race at hand. It took a banana and a well timed green shell to knock Shayne out of first place, a position he had somehow managed to hold for the entire race. He let out a shout of anguish as you drove past him and over the finish line, leaving him behind.

A peel of laughter fell from your lips and you looked over at him with an excited expression on your face. Once he had finished, Shayne allowed his controller to topple out of his hands and to the floor. It landed with a slight clatter on the wooden floor. Without another word, Shayne stood up on his feet and popped the button of his jeans loose before he undid the zipper. A smirk slid over your face as Shayne worked his jeans down his legs and kicked them off to the side. He sat back down on the couch in just his underwear.

Absently, Shayne groped down along the front of the couch to grab the bottle of whiskey that he had sitting there. He twisted the cap off and lifted it to his lips to draw in several rather large gulps of the brown liquid within. You laughed softly and lifted your legs up to sit with them folded beneath you. “Feeling the deep sting of defeat there, Toppers?” you teased with a smirk. Shayne lowered the bottle and looked over at you with a nearly angry expression on his face.

“I’m going to beat that smile off of your face,” he threatened as he grabbed his controller.

It seemed that Shayne took those words very seriously as the next two races he very deftly beat you, leaving you to remove your shirt and your jeans. You very grumpily slumped back against the couch and glared at the screen in front of you. Shayne chuckled and slid closer to you, slipping an arm around your waist to pull you just a little bit closer to his side. He turned his head and nuzzled into the sensitive skin where your shoulder met your neck. A shiver rippled up your spine at the feeling of his facial hair scratching at your skin and you huffed softly as you attempted to push him away from you.

“We’re both down to our skivvies… maybe we should call it a night,” Shayne suggested with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

You gritted your teeth and shook your head from side to side. “One more,” you suggested, selecting Rainbow Road, “All or nothing.” 

Shayne quirked an eyebrow at you as he pulled away, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He tightened his hold on his controller and let out a low sort of chuckle. “If you say so, babe,” he said, turning back to face the screen. Growing up, you actually loved playing on Rainbow Road despite the constant complaints from family and friends. It was a beast of a course but you had, at some point, mastered the shortcut at the very beginning of the race, so you felt a little more than confident going against Shayne.

Your acquired a sort of tunnel vision for your portion of the screen, completely ignoring whatever it was that Shayne was doing on his half. “What the fuck, Toad,” you shouted as Toad missed the track completely and fell into the void. You heard Shayne laugh loudly from beside you and you let out a grunt while Lakitu brought you back up onto the course. At this point, you were determined to make the jump but for whatever reason, you couldn’t land it and landed in the darkness time after time.

Finally, you cast a glance over to Shayne’s screen and saw how far ahead he was and you had to make the decision to bail on the shortcut. You had to focus intently but you managed to make it up to the front just as Shayne finished, leaving you to finish behind two CPU characters. You groaned and dropped your controller to the ground.

“Stupid fungus piece of shit. Can’t jump to save his own god damn life,” you ranted, pushing your hands through your hair.

When you finally looked back over at Shayne, he was reclining back into the cushions of the sofa and watching you with a smug, teasing smile on his face. He lifted his brows in your direction and gestured with his hand through the air as if commanding you to continue. “I believe we made a deal,” he said, his voice slightly lower than usual.

Begrudgingly, you got to your feet and reached behind your back to start to unclasp your bar. Before you could do that, however, you noticed Shayne get to his feet and stand very close to you. His hands grabbed hold of your hips and pulled you closer to him until you could feel his skin brush against your own with every inhale. Shayne made very deliberate eye contact and slowly slid his hands up your sides, sending shivers down your spine. You exhaled heavily and when you felt his hands gliding towards you back, you allowed yours to move and grab hold of his shoulders.

His fingers made quick work of your clasp and he very easily removed the article from you body, letting it drop to the floor beside the two of you. You swallowed hard and bit down gently onto your lower lip when you felt his hands slowly begin to slide back down your body. His fingers just barely dipped into the band of your underwear before they moved behind you to grab hold of your ass, which they squeeze tightly.

“Shayne,” you very nearly whispered, staring back at him.

He smirked and ducked his head to place a heated kiss against your lips. You inhaled sharply through your nose and grabbed tighter at his skin while his hands used their grip to pull you even closer and lift you enough for him to gain some leverage in the kiss. His lips worked relentlessly against your own and it was all you could do to keep up. Almost without you realizing it, Shayne’s hands managed to push your panties down to about the middle of your thigh; a fact you were oblivious to until you felt his hands grabbed at the bare flesh of your backside.

You gasped and pulled away from the kiss to stare up at him with wide eyes. Your chest heaved as you tried to regain control over your breath. He took the pause to take a small step back and crouch down. His gingerly slid your underwear down your legs, the barest touch of his skin on your leaving what felt like a trail of fire, and carefully removed them completely to drop them with the rest of your clothes.

When he returned to full height, you looped your arms around his neck and pressed closely to his torso. You could feel your entire body straining within itself, begging for more, and you were sure that Shayne could tell. He let out a low chuckle and ducked his head to press kisses along the side of your neck until he reached your ear. “Y’know, if you want me to fuck you there’s just one little thing you need to say, Y/N,” he breathed against your ear, his hands slowly gliding over your body.

“W-What’s that?” you whispered, your eyes falling shut.

Shayne nipped at your earlobe and you could feel his grin, “That I’m better than you at Mario Kart.”

You froze momentarily before you felt your eyes roll. You lowered your hands to playfully slap at Shayne’s bare chest and push him away slight. “God, I hate you,” you laughed, looking up at him with a smile. Shayne returned your smile and shook his head before ducking enough to very nearly throw you over his shoulder. He laughed loudly as you let out a surprised squeal of a scream and began to head off towards the bedroom.

“It’s a good thing I love you so much then,” he laughed, pushing open the door to your room.

You sighed and pinched him lightly on the side, “I demand a re-match.”

Shayne chuckled and laid you out on the bed, very quickly climbing over you to stare down at you with dark eyes. He smiled brightly and slowly lowered himself so that he was pressing you down into the mattress. His hand came up to card through your hair and you sighed softly at the contact, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Later,” Shayne murmured, kissing at your collarbone.

You hummed lowly and nodded, “Later.”

[idealistsinc]

better off

content warning: arguing, some nsfw dialogue, then tooth-rotting adorable

When it came to matters of presentation, reining in Rin Weise was as futile as laveering a schooner in a storm.

Rin had swathed the sofa in every last tunic and pair of trousers Vhox owned. Vhox languished in a nearby armchair as he watched Rin gnaw a hangnail, pacing from one rumpled, sun-bleached shirt to another with a brow so furrowed it looked like it was trying to migrate to his chin. He had only agreed to let Rin choose his outfit because Rin had already bitten his fingernails to the quick over this whole Maelstrom business; letting Rin expend his nervous energy on something productive tended to go far better than the alternative. Anyway, thought Vhox, draping himself over the arm of the chair, at least he had an excuse to lounge about shirtless without Rin accusing him of being deliberately provocative. If he could just get Rin to stop fretting for long enough to look at him…

Rin paused from wearing a hole in the rug to hand Vhox a sedate white shirt, miraculously unblemished by seawater, sweat, or other unmentionable substances. “Try this one.”

Vhox held it up for inspection with a suggestive flex of his bicep. “Y’know,” he said, raising his eyebrows, “I think this is th’ one I wore on that Lower Decks tavern crawl, when you dragged me off be’ind the dumpsters an’—”

“Thank you,” said Rin. “I recall. Please put on the shirt, Vhox.”

Sighing theatrically, Vhox navigated his arms through the sleeves. “Never thought I’d see the day where y’wanted me to put on more clothes.”

That didn’t elicit even the ghost of a smile. The moment Vhox had his head through, Rin attacked him with all the deadly focus of a predator, tugging out wrinkles, straightening sleeves, and tightening the collar so that it near strangled him (“You tryin’ t’kill me?” Vhox griped. Rin, rolling his eyes, graciously undid one more button than his sense of propriety demanded). Then, Rin stepped back and looked Vhox over with such a critical gaze that Vhox resisted a childish urge to squirm.

“The sleeves are rather billowy,” Rin remarked, finally. “A bit too high seas.”

“The Maelstrom’s an armada. High seas’s what they’re goin’ for.”

“Point taken.” Rin frowned, then reached to brush Vhox’s bangs out of his face, a gesture Vhox mistook for affectionate until he added, “We ought to do something with your hair.”

Vhox’s stomach wrenched like a rudder grinding against a rock. “Nothin’ wrong with it,” he said. He caught Rin’s wrist; Rin pulled out of his grip in a huff, his tail twitching.

“Perhaps not, if what you’re going for is ‘lawless rogue.’ I’m only going to tie it back—”

Yeah, thought Vhox, because that fuckin’ tattoo will go over so well. He could imagine the sight he would be, a beaten-down, washed-up wharf rat parading himself in front of a Maelstrom lieutenant with a godsdamned cult brand on his cheek. He moved out of Rin’s range, hurt sharpening his voice. “Hell no. It’s one thing to pick out somethin’ nice, but I ain’t gonna start puttin’ on airs.”

“It’s not about ‘putting on airs.’ It’s about getting your foot in the door,” Rin said, with the infuriating patience of a parent for a tantruming child. “The Maelstrom administers to eight other squadrons. You’re going to need to show more than your usual bureaucratic finesse; I expect their standards aren’t exactly lax.”

If before the rudder had merely scraped on a rock, now Vhox felt the jolt of the whole bloody ship beaching on the shore, splintering the hull like matchsticks and throwing half the crew in the bay to drown. He’d been standing there for all of five minutes. If Rin judged that he didn’t pass muster, what the hell was Vhox even doing, thinking he might have a shot at making something more of himself than a lawless rogue?

“You think I can’t get in.”

Rin, reading the change in Vhox’s face, stilled. “I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t need to.” Vhox swung an arm at the tangle of tunics and jackets sprawled on the sofa. A prickling heat burned beneath his collar. “That’s what all this is, ain’t it? You don’t think they’ll take me ‘less I’m somethin’ I’m not—”

“That isn’t what I—”

“—so I’ll save us both th’ godsdamned time. Why go?”

“Because they might pay you,” said Rin. His voice went pitchy in his attempt not to raise it, cracking like a prepubescent kid whose balls had just dropped. “I’m sorry you feel that’s encroaching on your bloody gods-given right to do whatever you want, but what do you want me to say? That appearances don’t matter? That nothing you do will make a difference so that you have an excuse not to try? Because they do matter, and it does make a difference. Here in the adult world, sometimes you have to play the part just long enough to get hired.”

“Yeah?” Vhox said, before he could think better of it. “How’s that workin’ out for you, Rin? Tell me all about how good you're doin' at your job."

Rin’s expression blanked. Just like that, like closing a window, and just like that the air was crushed from Vhox’s lungs in a horrible vice of regret.

A fortnight past, Vhox came home from hauling nets at the docks to find Rin frozen in the grips of a panic attack so severe he couldn’t catch his breath to tell him what was wrong. Vhox had held him for nearly an hour, feeling the pounding staccato of Rin’s heart against his sternum and his shallow gasps on his neck, before Rin calmed down enough to give a disjointed and dissociative explanation: Rin had made a calculation error on a shipment through Maelvann’s Gate. It was a minor error, but such a taxing and expensive fix that Rin’s boss had called Rin into her office to suffer a formal reprimand, which utterly convinced Rin he was as good as fired—without an income, Kallu couldn’t go to school, Luma would never forgive him, and Rin would lose the flat and everything in it—without the flat, Rin would have to move back in with Isha’a, they would argue because Rin had never learned how to keep his damnable mouth shut, and Vhox would be turned out on the streets and maybe starve, maybe wind up stabbed to death in the gutter—

There were other inevitabilities that whirled in Rin’s head, Vhox was sure, but Vhox didn’t get to hear about them. By the time he got to the part where Vhox would clearly die without him, Rin was sobbing too hard to finish.

That was the funny thing about Rin. When Rin believed he needed to play a part, he played it so well that not even Vhox had seen the burden on Rin’s shoulders until Rin had already collapsed beneath it. Vhox realized that day he had no idea when Rin had begun to take on Vhox’s well-being as his responsibility—and it was for that reason, and that reason alone, that Vhox had sought out employment with the Maelstrom, determined to relieve Rin at once of that weight.

In the present, Rin forged doggedly through the silence. “I am trying to help you.”

“An’ I didn’t ask for your help!” If taking that burden off Rin’s shoulders was Vhox’s aim, his failure was already writ in the stress-carved canyons on Rin’s forehead and the heavy bruises under his eyes. Rin was trying to help him, and how did Vhox repay him? By shouting at him. By pissing away the last twenty-odd years of his life, time from which Vhox might never be able to recover into the kind of person who could hold a steady job, the kind of person who might actually be deserving of— “I never asked for you to feed me or put a roof o’er my head. I ain’t a godsdamned charity case, some beggin’ starveling needin’ you to play benefactor—”

“No, you’re not.”

“Then maybe don’t act like you’re doin’ me such a favor, dolin’ out gil to stroke your own dick—”

“By the bloody fucking Twelve, Vhox!” said Rin, very loud. His frustration trembled in his legs; he strode up to Vhox and took him firmly by the shoulders, but...even upset as Rin was, his touch was gentle. “Is this what we’re doing now? Being vulgar for the sake of it, hoping I’ll storm out in disgust so you can tell yourself what a terrible person you are? Because you’re not, and I won’t. You can’t push me away—shockingly, I take care of you because I love you, you brainless twit—”

Vhox heard nothing else Rin said. It was as if the floor had pitched beneath him and dropped him to his knees, knocking the breath and the anger out of him in one fell swoop.

“What?” said Vhox.

Rin paused. Vhox saw him mentally backtrack through his tirade, saw the moment Rin realized what he’d said cross his face. All at once, the tension between them sagged like an empty sail. Rin’s fingers clenched in Vhox’s shirt, his chest deflating in a long, defeated sigh. “I love you,” he said again. “That’s—that’s not how I imagined I would say that, but…”

Vhox didn’t know what Rin meant to say next, and somehow, he didn’t care. An eddy of warmth had washed through him, a feeling like the heat in his stomach on the first sip of ale, like sun-warmed skin on a summer afternoon; and he noticed for the first time the flush in Rin’s cheekbones that made his markings pop, the curl of his hair over the rims of his glasses, those wide eyes behind them. Gods, but he really did have the prettiest fucking eyes Vhox ever saw. The color reminded him of the sky right at sunset, when the sun seemed to douse itself out in the sea in a final burst of violet—

Before Vhox could think about what he was doing in the slightest, he was already kissing Rin.

To be fair, Rin kissed him back. Then, as though Rin suddenly remembered he was supposed to be upset with Vhox, he pulled away, bewildered. “Wait. What are you…?”

“I’m a fuckin’ blockhead,” said Vhox. His hands settled in the familiar and well-tracked groove at the small of Rin’s back, and Vhox tugged him closer, enjoying the shiver that quailed up Rin’s spine. “Why would I wanna argue with you when there’s so many other things I can do wi’ my mouth—”

“Are you seriously—you’re flirting with me?” Rin barked a short, baffled laugh. “We were just in a row. I legitimately thought I was going to strangle you. Perhaps we should, I don’t know, talk about that?”

“Later. I wanna make it up to you.”

“And how, pray tell, are you going to do that?”

“I was thinkin’ I’d start with a blowjob,” Vhox said. He considered, then added, “The stranglin’ can be negotiated.”

Rin stared at Vhox long enough that Vhox almost let him go, suddenly anxious he had come on too strong after an argument the caliber of the one they’d just had. But then something in Rin’s face thawed, and Rin twined his arms about Vhox’s neck with the kind of laughter that always buoyed Vhox’s heart to hear—his real laugh, soft and somehow shy.

“Far be it from me to turn down such a compelling offer,” Rin said. Then, his smile turned suggestive, a promise that often led to future orgasms for Vhox—which was to say, if Vhox had at all been thinking before, he certainly wasn’t now. “With ever so much to make up for—well, you’d best get started.”

And Vhox, indeed, got started.

. . .

Some bells and several orgasms later, Vhox and Rin lay entwined beneath the sheets. The light ebbed through the window, leaving shadows in its wake as the sea leaves shells. Vhox fought against a sated, comfortable sleepiness by staring up at the ceiling and counting the cracks in the plaster. Over the years, he’d seen many ceilings, usually while a buxom woman rode his cock—smoke-yellowed ceilings, ceilings splotched with mold, cobwebbed and fissured and sometimes falling in. But Vhox already knew this ceiling. Rin led a furious crusade against the spider infestations with a broom for this ceiling, mopped the walls when the seaspray made the room too damp, and already talked about whitewashing over the lone crack—

Llymlaen’s tits, Vhox thought, catching himself. It’s just a godsdamned ceiling.

It wasn’t just a godsdamned ceiling, though. It was Rin’s ceiling. Vhox didn’t know why, but that seemed like an important distinction to make.

The problem was that the warm, steady weight of Rin’s head on his chest kept dredging up all manner of complicated and incoherent feelings. Vhox knew he would have to wade through them sometime, plumb down to the bottom of the muck where Rin’s confession rested like a small, glimmering gem and take it in his palm, see if its facets would cut. Maybe, though, for only a moment, he could just…

Rin moved away from Vhox to prop himself up on his elbows, his tail weaving in restless sweeps against the mattress. Vhox was a little disappointed, but not surprised; Rin’s post-nut clarity always came in the form of anxious tidying. “I should iron that shirt if you’re to wear it tomorrow,” Rin said, proving the point. “As I recall, it was rather unceremoniously discarded in the hallway.”

“Leave it,” said Vhox. “I’ll take care of it later.”

“Vhox, you’ve never ironed a shirt in your life.”

No, he hadn’t. But if it was important to Rin to iron that shirt, goddammit, Vhox would iron the bloody shirt. “It’s a metal bit an’ some heat. What could go wrong?”

“You could burn the flat down.” Rin sat up and shifted his legs over the side of the bed. “I won’t be very long. I’ll just—”

Vhox grabbed his hand. He hadn’t expected to do that, and so for a blank string of seconds he just limply held it, forgetting everything he might have wanted to say. “Rin,” he finally managed, his name soft in his mouth. “Stay here a while.”

Rin hesitated. Then, crossing his legs beneath him, he stayed.

Vhox didn’t believe in that gooey bullshite about two bodies fitting perfectly together. He had seen enough bodies to know that, whether they were lithe or bulky, gangling or lumbering, bodies were awkward. They shat, smelled, vomited, leaked out snot or tears, came too soon or not soon enough, fumbled, choked, and sometimes jabbed him way too hard in the side with those bony fucking elbows, Rin. But...as Vhox folded Rin into his arms, tracing the delicate skin that hardly clothed the cage of his ribs, Vhox found himself staggered beneath a surge of protectiveness for this particular body, a built-up flood with nowhere to go. It would be one thing if Vhox had to protect Rin from the pirates, bandits, and thieves that nested in the dark corners of Limsa Lominsa—Vhox could throw a punch like nobody’s business—but that wasn’t the threat Rin faced, day after day after day.

The most dangerous person in Rin’s life was, and had always been, Vhox himself.

“Sorry we fought,” said Vhox. “I didn’t mean that shite about the…I just…”

I, what?

But Rin spoke before Vhox could name that shipwrecked feeling. “No, you were right to be upset. I was much too critical,” he said, drawing idle lines between the freckles on Vhox’s forearms with a ragged fingernail, his ears folding back. In Rin’s words, Vhox heard the blistering echo of a man Rin tried so hard not to be—for that alone, Vhox would’ve decked Senan fucking Weise in the goddamned teeth. “It’s not that I think there’s something wrong with you, only that…people are judgmental. I—I wanted the Maelstrom to give you a chance.”

“You didn’t need me t’fix my hair or any o’that to give me a chance.”

Rin scoffed. “The way I remember it, you hardly gave me a choice in the matter. I couldn’t have avoided you even if I wanted to.”

Vhox remembered, too: Rin’s dull, stringy hair. The sharp, hollowed angles of his face. The preternatural stillness with which Rin had held himself, a living ghost of a person. Rin had bitched the whole walk to the Bismarck, of course, but what Vhox remembered best was how his eyes came alive at that first taste of Bianaq bream. Gods, how Vhox had craved him. How badly he’d wanted to see how he might come alive at the tang of a malty Limsan old ale, or the flavor of Vhox’s tongue in his mouth—

“Did y’want to avoid me?” Vhox asked.

“…No,” he said, as though it were some kind of confession. “But I wouldn’t have admitted it on pain of death—I suppose I had my biases, too.” Rin faltered, his voice falling. “You don’t have to wear that shirt tomorrow, you know. I didn’t intend to be quite so forceful about it—”

“It wasn’t about that. I was—” What was it Rin had said earlier? “I was bein’ vulgar for th’ sake of it. Pickin’ a fight.”

When Vhox didn’t continue, Rin prompted, “What for?”

“I dunno. ‘Cus...” Vhox drew an uncertain breath, something in him quavering like a loose sail in a hurricane. “‘Cus I’m scared, I guess.”

Rin turned his head as though to look at him. Vhox squeezed Rin tight to keep him still, already more exposed and vulnerable than he would have liked to be, and so was surprised when Rin nudged his face into the soft space under Vhox’s chin and, very faintly, began to purr—a gentle rumble against Vhox’s pulse that evoked not so much a memory as a primal bond, something that soothed even as it bound, something that growled, Mine. Vhox closed his eyes and let himself, for a moment, be comforted.

“I don’t have a handle on this ‘steady job’ thing,” said Vhox, when he was again capable of speech. “Even if the Maelstrom takes me…I don’t know what the hell I’m doin’. I’ve been runnin’ from th’ law my whole life, not bein’ its bloody arm. An’—th’ job’s dangerous.”

Even as Vhox said it, though, he knew that wasn’t what he meant. When he dug down to the rotting root of it, every fear was really one fear: What if I hurt someone?

It wouldn’t be hard. One stab, one shot, one punch too many and Vhox would slaughter someone he hadn’t meant to kill, waking up again with pooled ichor squelching beneath his nails, waking up again to the fear like drowning of not knowing whose blood it was. And Rin. Rin would come for him even if Vhox got thrown in gaol. Rin would come even if Vhox was hurt, even if Vhox was the kind of hurt that made him do worse—

Vhox had never harmed Rin so far, and by the good graces of the entire pantheon of the Twelve, even motherfucking Azeyma, Vhox prayed he never would. But that didn’t stop Vhox from thinking about the flintlock pistol he made Rin keep in the bedside drawer, ostensibly for security reasons but really for Vhox’s own peace of mind. That didn’t stop Vhox from trying and failing to scrape together the courage to tell Rin outright what he wanted him to do with that gun if Vhox ever went feral in Rin’s presence again.

That small, glimmering gem had a sharp edge, after all. Even if Vhox was killing him, Rin would refuse to shoot.

“I’m dangerous.” Vhox swallowed. Though Rin already knew, admitting it still felt like opening up bleeding wounds in his throat. “An’ I think sometimes you’d be be’er off with some Sharlayan milksop whose job doesn’t come wi’ a risk of killin’ him, somebody who ain’t got a chance in hell of layin’ a finger on you—”

“Vhox—” said Rin, twisting to face him.

“Hang on. I’m not finished talkin’ yet.”

Rin’s tail flicked uneasily against his thigh. Vhox's gaze dropped to the clean line of Rin’s collarbone, his narrow chest that rose and fell with each quiet breath—and then a soft hand cupped his jaw, a thumb gliding over that scarred tattoo Vhox always hid beneath his mop of reddish hair until, finally, Vhox lifted his eyes to Rin’s. He didn’t know how he felt about what he saw there except that it ached in an inarticulable way, like prodding fingers into a healing bruise. The lesson Vhox had learned in his twenty-odd years of life: the people in his life didn’t come back. The people in his life didn’t stay.

But Rin did.

“It’d be for the best if you left,” Vhox said, an echo of something he told Rin once in a cave in bumfuck nowhere, Gyr Abania, and something he still in his heart of hearts believed, “but I...I don’t want that to happen. I don’t want you to run off with some struttin’ prick from Sharlayan. I want you to be wi’ me—an’ that? That scares the everlovin’ shite out of me.”

Because Vhox had never felt like that before. Because Vhox had drifted unanchored through his life until that day Rin had gored a ravenous, insatiable hole inside of him as he left, ripping away that which Vhox hadn’t even known he had to lose. Because when Rin left, Vhox wouldn’t just lose Rin. Vhox would lose the screams of Rin’s violin as he practiced, a barrage of tuneless notes like a streetcat’s mating call that, when Vhox least expected it, resolved into a chord so full it raised the gooseflesh on his arms. Vhox would lose the sweet familiarity of tossing his jacket over the same chair every evening, falling into the same warm bed with freshly-laundered sheets, never worrying he might get shanked in his sleep, his money stolen halfway to Ul’dah before his corpse was even stiff. Vhox would lose that little hiccup in his chest he got every time he washed up into Bloodshore after dark and saw that Rin had hung a lantern for him, though Vhox hadn’t told him he would be coming by that night—or any night, because Vhox refused to take a key to the flat on the grounds that he couldn’t bear to love this place and then be forced to leave it.

But, somewhere in him, Vhox also knew that there wouldn’t be a when. There were words for that knowing, and they were...

Rin kissed him before he could speak, lips brushing just long enough to pull the air from Vhox’s lungs. “I am a strutting prick from Sharlayan,” he said softly. “So if that’s what you want, I’m not going anywhere.”

If that’s what you want. As though there might actually be a fucking time when Vhox didn’t want him. As though Vhox’s wanting Rin wasn’t built into the fabric of the universe like death, taxes, and people jacking off.

“I love you.”

Rin obviously hadn’t been expecting Vhox to say it. Neither had Vhox—but now that Vhox had said it, he felt that warm, gentle wash through his chest again, like the calm waters of a tidepool. Instead, it was Rin who seemed stripped of his armor, small and unsure in his arms. “Are you certain?”

“I’d swear it on my honor, if I had any o’that,” said Vhox. Rin’s face wavered, so that Vhox felt compelled to keep talking in the hopes he might stumble on something stupid enough to make him smile. “What else do people swear on? Fresh out of mothers' graves, uh. I’ve got my life, for whatever that’s worth, an’—”

“Vhox?”

“What?”

Rin did smile, then. He also made a strangled little coughing sound in the back of his throat, because Rin was, in fact, heroically trying not to cry. “Your life will do,” he said. “Now, for Thaliak’s sake, stop talking and kiss me.”

And who would Vhox be to say no?

vhox still somehow belongs to @mimiorzea maybe we share custody by now, who knows

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Make Do {Chapter 2} (Park Chanyeol/Reader/Oh Sehun)

It had been a difficult day at work. You were swamped with back to back meetings and it was clear that you were overworking yourself, choosing to remain in the office long after almost everyone had left.

Since the party where you had recieved the news of Chanyeol's engagement with Chaeyoung, you had chosen to immerse yourself in work. Keeping busy left little time behind to deal with a shattered heart. And you preferred it this way, instead of laying on your couch for days on the end in ratty pyjamas, eating your body weight in ice cream as you bawled your eyes out. Distracting yourself with work seemed like the more adult thing to do and you'd already been through your fair share of weeping and ice-cream consuming when Chanyeol had broken up with you.

Pulling your eyes away from your laptop screen with a sigh, you closed them, feeling them sting and burn from staring at screens all day long. A headache was beginning and you pressed two fingers to your temples, trying to cut the pain. As easily as you refused to address the fact that your heart was broken with the news of Chanyeol's engagement, you also refused to address that night with Sehun.

Three nights ago you'd found yourself having drunken sex with your best friend in a hotel room, trying to fuck away the heartache Chanyeol had bestowed upon you so mercilessly.

And your mind was fraught with conflict.

The sex itself had been earth-shattering. Even now, if you thought hard enough, you could feel Sehun's lips on yours, his cock buried deep within you.

"Fuck," you muttered quietly, feeling your walls clench at nothingness, a dribble of liquid heat slowly soaking the baby pink lace thong you were wearing under your black pencil skirt.

But before your mind got too carried away, rationality caught up with it.

Sehun was your best friend. Your closest friend. And you had had sex with him in a not-quite-stable emotional state. You had crossed a fundamental line in your relationship with him. And no matter how hard or how convincingly Sehun tried to assure you that things were going to be okay between you and him, you knew that you were going to have to talk it out with him and put a stop to this.

Sex with your best friend was a bad idea right off the bat. You had already lost one of the most important relationships in your life when Chanyeol left you. You didn't want to lose Sehun, too.

With this resolve in mind, you opened your eyes and began to pack your things. You had arranged to meet at Sehun's place tonight, for dinner in and a movie and you didn't want to be late.

It would be the perfect time have a frank conversation with him. Sex with Sehun was not going to happen anymore.

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Dinner had passed by with zero awkwardness, both of you having ordered some Chinese takeout and choosing to eat it on the living room couch, while the movie played on the tv. By the time you both were done eating, you both were laughing, mocking the glaring plot holes in the action heavy flick Sehun had chosen for the evening. Then somewhere along the halfway mark of the movie, your mind began to drift.

You had your feet resting in Sehun's lap, his hands working their magic on your soles which were aching after being in heels all day. You were very pleasantly relaxed, lying on his couch, staring at the city lights glimmering before you from his penthouse, almost every room in it had floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The twinkling city night lights had always memerized you, ever since you were a kid, and your best friend knew of your fondness for them.

Sehun's large hands were deftly working out all the knots in your feet, making you putty in his hands. You had managed to remain fairly quiet, save for your heavy breathing. But when he pressed his thumbs into a particularly sore spot close to the arch of your foot, you let out a quiet moan.

Sehun froze at the sound, for barely a moment, his eyes locked upon yours. Before he pressed into the same spot again. Harder this time.

You moaned again. Louder.

There was a shift in his obsidian gaze, a glint that told you that he was thinking exactly what you knew he was thinking. You had known this man for decades after all.

"Sehun," you said, cautiously, moving to lift your feet away from his lap. "We shouldn't."

"Why not?" he asked. "Wasn't it good enough?"

You knew that he wasn't referring to the foot massage he had just given you. Oh no. He was referring to the other night. You both knew the answer to that question. Of course it had been good. Why else would you have begged him to have you three times that night?

Your silence and your lack of denial gave you away and a smirk grew on Sehun's luscious lips.

"Do you realize how many times I've touched myself to the thought of you since that night?" he asked you, taking a hold of your hand and guiding it to his crotch.

You gasped.

He was rock hard.

"We're best friends," you offered as a reasoning, moving your hand away from him, standing to your feet. You walked toward the glass window. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Why not?" Sehun asked, echoing his earlier question. "We can be best friends who fuck."

You winced at the word, trying to keep the thoughts of that night away from your mind. But they came rushing in as Sehun came to stand behind you, the scent of his cologne triggering your memories...

You, on the hotel bed, on all fours, while Sehun fucked you from behind, his fingers digging into your hips...

You, in his lap, with your arms wrapped tight around him, riding him like your life depended on it...

Sehun pressed into you from behind, his hard bulge flush against your ass. "I know you're upset about Chanyeol," he said, his lips against the shell of your ear. "I know your heart hurts. But I can make you forget about him."

You wanted to walk away, to gather your belongings and leave his apartment. His offer of making you forget about him was all too tempting and he knew it. That is what had gotten you in his bed the first time around. You wanted to leave, you did, but an emotion that you couldn't put your finger on just yet had rendered your feet incapable of movement.

"Don't..." you murmured, voice unsteady. "Don't say things like this, Sehun. You know I-"

"I know that you're lonely. And you are trying to do the right thing by refusing me. But it is all unneeded propriety," he breathed, leaning into you even more, his chest pressing into your back, fingers walking along the waist of your skirt, until it reached the concealed clasp that held it. With a deft hand, he undid the clasp, sliding down the zipper and letting the garment fall loose onto the floor. "It'll be my pleasure to fuck you senseless every night to help you forget that asshole."

You shivered involuntarily at his words and the low timbre of his voice.

"Sehun, we shouldn't..."

"Be quiet," his voice came deep and commanding. "If you really don't want me, you'll be dry as a bone in your panties..." he said, his hand slipping past the waistband of your thong and into your folds. He chuckled quietly. "...and yet, here you are, soaking through the lace, princess."

He did a few passes of his fingers through your folds, coating them with your arousal, listening with glee as your breaths came deeper. And then, when he pushed his middle finger into you, it slid right in, all the way to the knuckle, your body barely offering any resistance.

You sighed, leaning back into his tall, strong frame, while he slowly slid his finger in and out of you for a few long moments.

"Your body gives you away, baby," he said, suddenly pulling his finger from you and showing you how his digits glistened with arousal so thick that it formed clear strings everytime he splayed his fingers. "Give in. Come on."

You felt so empty without his fingers, but the stubbornness in you had returned. You weren't going to give him what he wanted so easily. "Make me," you sassed.

And the way he smirked.

God.

He immediately spun you around and pushed you against the nearest wall, kneeling before you. Eager, urgent hands practically ripped off your panties. It seemed like he was almost afraid that you'd change your mind.

But when he dove in, tongue plunging into your folds with a ravenous ferocity, every single thought vanished from your mind.

"S-Sehun..." you moaned, head resting back against the glass wall behind you, your back arching against it. Pushing your dripping core further toward his mouth.

Hands threading into his dark hair, you were muttering profanities and moaning his name like a prayer.

Pulling away to raise one of your legs over his shoulder, he grinned at you, mouth glistening with your juices.

"Can you imagine the look on Chanyeol's face if he happens to see us? See me eating you out here, like this?" he asked gleefully, pushing two fingers into your wetness.

You whimpered and clenched immediately around his long fingers, the scenario of Chanyeol walking in on you like this giving you a burst of vindictive pleasure.

Sehun chuckled at your reaction, before returning his mouth to your sex, tongue seeking out your clit to lash against it.

Pleasure flowed red-hot through you, every push of his fingers and every flick of his tongue causing that familiar coil to go tighter in the pit of your belly. The obscene sounds of his mouth upon you causing your blood to grow hot and a flush bloom in your cheeks.

The way he was working you up made you marvel at his abilities. His tongue caressing and playing with your folds, darting past the seam of your lips to sensually run over the raw, engorged bundle of nerves that was your clit. His fingers pushed in and out of you in time with his tongue, curling into your g-spot everytime, leaving you unable to breathe.

You were so close that you could taste the orgasm on your tongue and god did you want to make a mess of Sehun's face by coming all over it.

"Oh, fuck..." you moaned out in agony, eyes rolling back into your head as you rapidly approached your finish and-

He pulled away from you.

Immediately, the tightly wound coil in your core evaporated, along with the ecstasy that had been running through your body like a wildfire. A frustrated keen escaped your lips and all Sehun did was grin.

Detangling from you, Sehun rose to his feet, towering over you now. He leaned in and pressed his body into yours, allowing you to feel his insanely sculpted musculature against you. A blatant temptation that only served to increase your frustration.

He leaned in close. "Say the words, princess. 'Take me to bed and fuck me silly, Hun,'" he purred, his warm breath running across your face. Another temptation. "Give in to me."

Your body was screaming from the denied release and your mind was too far gone to care about anything else. The words fell easily from you in breathless gasps...

"Take me to bed and fuck me silly, Hun."

He gathered your denied and frustrated form into his arms and marched straight toward his bedroom. You went with him, letting him undress you in the dimly lit space of his bedroom. In his haste to see you bare before his eyes, he ripped open your blouse, buttons clattering to the floor as he discarded the garment, your bra receiving a similar aggressive treatment, the scraps of torn pink lace being tossed away.

Hands on your shoulders, he pushed you back until you were lying on his bed, the satin sheets a pleasant cold against the heat of your skin.

He stood between your spread legs, working at removing his own clothes as you watched, his gaze hungry as it raked all over your form.

Your own eyes were less than innocent in their survey of his body, mesmerized by his pale gold skin and the way his finely-honed muscles rippled everytime he moved.

And when he walked over to his bedside table to retrieve a condom from the drawer, you found yourself dripping onto his sheets at the sight of his tight ass.

Sehun's own self control was fraying away as he watched you lying on his bed, naked and waiting. His bed, not a hotel bed. And this time, you weren't shit-faced drunk. You were completely sober and in your senses. Here, in his bed.

"Will you just get in me, Hun?" you snapped testily, the sight of his enormous length standing rigid, flush against his lower abdomen driving you to madness.

And he had already denied you an orgasm.

"Coming," he said, smirking as he knelt down between your legs, aligning his cock with you.

"Oh, I'd better be-ahhhh!"

He sank into you, all at once, causing you to choke on your retort. His large hands smoothed over your thighs, spreading them apart as he fell into a rhythm.

Deep, but not too quick. For the moment, Sehun just wanted to savour the feel of your velvet walls sucking hungrily at him.

The rub and slide of his cock deep within you caused fresh waves of pleasure to rise through your body, your back arching as the pleasure left you shuddering into his mattress.

"Fuck, Hun..." you whimpered, the previously denied orgasm rearing its head again, hurtling towards you with a surprising force. Especially since he was going at a relatively pace.

Sehun groaned, leaning in to take your nipple into his mouth, palming your other breast. You were tight as a glove around him, moaning and gasping and clenching him as he slowly fucked into you.

"Ohhhh..."

You came around him suddenly, gripping him so hard that he bit down on your breast to keep himself from blowing.

Keeping up the same rhythm until your orgasm faded away, he came to a stop within you, harder than a rock still. The fluttering of your walls around him and your ragged breaths drove him crazy.

How was it that you had him so completely wrapped around your litte finger even though he was the one in complete control tonight?

It was because he still loved you.

But you still loved Chanyeol...

Sehun drew back almost completely, before pushing back into you. And you let out the sweetest moan.

Music to his ears.

He raised your legs, hooking them over his shoulder, the change in position making him sink that much deeper into you.

"Sehun!"

A smirk grew on his lips upon hearing your exclamation and he pulled back out, before surging into you roughly.

The force and rapidity of his thrusts made you shudder, your body rocking in time with his.

Hands clutching at the sheets around you, you were a mess. Sweaty and hot and thrumming with pleasure like a live wire.

Delirious.

Incoherent.

Sehun, above you, was not much better. Teeth digging into his lip as he fucked into you, his hands roaming along the smooth skin of your toned legs. Shit, you were perfect. Walls gripping him tight, like you never wanted him to leave their silky heat, the obscene wet sounds of his every thrust into you straight out of his wildest fantasy. Hell, he could smell you on the air, that is how wet you were around him. Your every moan, every sigh went straight to his cock and his head, urging him to take you even harder.

"Did he ever fuck you like this?" Sehun found himself asking, himself on the edge of losing it. "Did he ever fuck you like the little whore you are?"

There it was, the slight mention of him, sparking the ache in your heart all over again. Even through all this pleasure, you needed that pain. The heartache that now was synonymous with Chanyeol.

"N-no..." you moaned, one of your hands reaching out between your legs to rub at your clit, the other palming your breasts.

"Of course he didn't, that fool," Sehun grunted out, his lips pressing into your calf. "Look at you, touching yourself like the needy slut that you are. Come for me like a good slut. Now."

Almost as if on command, you broke, your cry echoing through the room. Spasming around him, you let go, the clenching of your walls finishing him off, too.

He groaned, spilling into his condom, keeping up the sedate rolls of his hips until you both had ridden out your orgasms.

When you were finished, he quickly got off the bed to dispose the condom and to bring a washcloth to clean you up.

You were still trembling from the aftermath when he tucked you in, crawling into bed beside you and placing a kiss to your lips before you drifted away.

"I can treat you better than he did," you heard him whisper as you sank into a deep sleep. "Give me a chance, __________."

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Can u do a fic with both 12and40 for Harringrove?

combining this one with another ask i got for 41, so, this fulfills three total!

12. “Don’t you trust me?”40. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”41. “Don’t be afraid.”

wordcount: 1483

(ty for the prompts!)

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The road trip had been Steve’s idea; to leave their cat and apartment behind for a few weeks so they could drive out to California in Billy’s old Camaro to celebrate their two year anniversary had seemed like a great idea when he’d thought about it.

And so far, it had been.

Playing shitty car games to pass the time as they drove past rolling sceneries, visiting landmarks they didn’t care about just for the hell of it, stopping at obvious tourist traps together to mock the idiotic displays and even pulling off to the side of the road that one time to watch a tornado as it spiraled in the distance, sitting on the hood of the car to watch it move as they’d driven through Kansas- it was all so perfect. It felt like they’d grown closer in the weeks they’d spent traveling, and it was all so much better than any physical gift Steve could have ever offered up for the occasion.

And then there was Billy: beautiful, radiant, and sublime. Driving with the windows down, letting his hair blow wild in the wind as he sped along the back roads they’d elected to take, comfortable behind the wheel of his own car. Free at last from the constraints of a home life that had been too cruel to him, finally making the journey back to his origins.

It was better than Steve could have ever planned for.

They were part way through Colorado, the mid-western sun slowly descending against the backdrop of mountains they were steadily winding through when Steve said it.

“I love you.”

Billy’s profile, handsome and regal beyond compare, illuminated by the sunset, suddenly turned to look at him.  Steve smiled, pleased that he was finally able to say what he’d been feeling for so long, but Billy looked stricken. His face contorted, a mixture of emotions crossing his face that floundered between being upset and angry.  

Steve’s self-satisfied smile fell away.

“What?” Billy asked, voice strained as his grip on the wheel tightened. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

That old anger they’d been working on tamping down together surfaced quickly. Billy kept turning his head to glance at the road and back to Steve, waiting for him to explain himself, but Steve couldn’t understand what the problem was.

“I… said I love you?”

Billy held his gaze for one long, hard second, his nostrils flaring as his breathing became steadily more erratic.

“Look, Billy, calm down, it’s not a big deal-” Steve started to say, but was cut off when Billy swerved hard enough that his seat belt locked up and cut off his words. A jolt of fear passed through him as Billy ran the Camaro off the road, pulling off to the shoulder to come to a hard stop that again had Steve’s chest straining against the seat belt’s restraint.

“What the fuck, Billy?!” Steve shouted once the dust had settled, trying to unclip the buckle to relieve the pressure. “We’re driving through a fucking mountain range, you can’t be doing shit like that!”

He tore his seat belt off, slinging it to the side so hard the metal buckle clinked loudly against the window as it wound itself back up. Steve ran a shaky hand through his hair, oblivious to the way Billy himself was shaking.

It’d been a long time since Billy had had an outburst like that, and the fact that he’d had one over something Steve had felt so right in finally saying was hurtful. He didn’t understand the anger.

“Why did you say that?” Billy asked after a moment. His voice was tense and hard, his gaze fixed firmly forward.

“Because I do?” Steve took a deep breath and sat back in his seat. He listened to the sound of other cars passing them on the highway and tried to calm down, running his hand through his hair again. “I said I loved you and you acted like I’d killed the cat or something!”

“Leave Mr. Sparkles out of this,” Billy said sharply. His knuckles were white as they gripped the steering wheel, Steve noticed. His arms were trembling.

“What is this?” Steve asked, lowering his voice out of concern. “What’s going on?”

Billy shook his head instead of replying, uncurling his fingers from around the wheel after a moment. He sniffed hard, and Steve realized he’d begun to cry.

“What, don’t you trust me enough to talk about it?” Steve asked, reaching out to take hold of Billy’s arm supportively. “C’mon, Billy, tell me what’s on your mind; don’t be afraid to tell me what you’re thinking.”

Billy shook his head again and directed his gaze out the window, towards the sun that had very nearly finished in its descent. The bright orange overtones that had brought out the colour in Billy’s hair were steadily being replaced by darker hues of blue. Billy wiped his nose on the back of his hand and took a deep, shuddery breath. He clicked his tongue, tried to speak, but couldn’t. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“What is this trip really about, Harrington?” he asked, his voice breaking over the words like an ocean wave across the shore.

“What?”

“You wanna bring me out to Cali to what, fuck with me? Bring me all the way home just to leave me or some shit?”

He shrugged out of Steve’s grip, sullenly turning to look at Steve. There was anger in his red-rimmed eyes; anger and distrust.

“Okay,” Steve began to say, lowering his hand and for all the world looking like he’d just been told he only had three days left to live, “I don’t know how you got that from me saying I love you, but that’s not at all what this trip is about? Why would you even think that? We have a cat together; I’m not about to put Mr. Sparkles through that kind of emotional strain.”

He smiled a little bit, hoping to raise one out of Billy as well but his lips remained fixed in a stubborn, downturned frown.

“Billy, I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you, alright? There’s something deeper going on here with you that I think you need to get out before you start making those kinds of sadistic assumptions about me. I would never do something like that to you.”

The anger harbored in his bright blue eyes slowly ebbed away until there was nothing left but vulnerability. The tenseness in his shoulders dropped and he slouched back in his seat, defeated.

“The last person who said they loved me was my mom,” Billy admitted eventually. His voice was haggard and low, and Steve finally understood where his hurt and anger was coming from. “And she left me, so I guess, why wouldn’t you?” Thin lines of tears leaked from his eyes, trailing down the sides of his face. “You just took me by surprise, Harrington, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve said, and leaned over between the seats to try and grab Billy in an awkward hug. Billy let himself be pulled into it, and weakly reached his arms around to hold Steve in return. “I’m sorry you got so little love in your life that this had to be your first response.”

Billy choked on a sob.

“We’re going to Cali to get closure, Billy. I’m not taking you out there for a reenactment.”

Steve felt Billy shudder in his arms before he eventually pulled back, sniffling hard and wiping his eyes. He sighed shakily once he’d regained some semblance of composure and sat in his seat looking small and apologetic.

“I’m sorry,” he said after a minute. “I didn’t mean to think- Fuck, I mean, look, Harrington, it’s hard for me to say shit like that but- God. Fuck. I-”

“It’s okay; I don’t need to hear it to know you do,” Steve filled in for him. Billy looked relieved. “Anyway, sun went down, so it’s my turn to drive. Move over Hargrove, Peace needs her real daddy behind the wheel.”

Billy groaned loudly but broke out into a smile.

“We never agreed to name her ‘Peace’, asshole,” he said as he undid his seat belt and got ready to make the swap.

“C’mon, it’s right there on her license plate- she practically named herself! ‘P-C-E’, Peace!”

“That came from the DMV, she had no say in what she got,” Billy scoffed, stepping out of the car.

“Well,” Steve began as he opened the car door and stepped out into the cool Colorado air, “that’s just too damn bad. You got to name Mr. Sparkles, so I get ‘Peace’.”

Billy rolled his eyes as they met at the hood. Steve grinned and went in for a kiss, placing his lips to Billy’s with a quickly murmured ‘love you’ before they re-entered the car and continued on their way.

[xtrashmammalstefx]

Was He Better (Harry x Reader x Dimitri SMUT!) The Riot Club

Inspired/ Requested by: @xcazzax 

WARNINGS: SMUT, lemon, rapey situation (sorry), swearing

If there’s one thing you must know before beginning school at Oxford it’s this: be careful with who you choose to date, especially if it’s one of the lads of the group of misfits that call themselves The Riot Club. 

They are of wealthy upbringings, posh, and downright godawful humans. Well, at least most of them were. 

“Good morning love,” greeted Harry. He was an important member of the club and my boyfriend. Or so I thought.

“Oh so now you remember me,” I said coldly. 

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means as of yesterday we’ve been together for a year, and you didn’t seem to care enough to bloody remember,” I said. 

Harry cringed and sighed. “I am so sorry love the club needed me, but I promise to make it up to you.”

“Just like you said you’d make up for missing my birthday or canceling dinner when my parents wanted to meet you?” It was honestly getting exhausted and honestly, I didn’t know how much longer I could stand for it. 

“Not my fault the club has rotten timing,” he said. 

“God you act as if you have no life outside of that bloody club,” I said. “That you somehow need them in order to survive.”

“It’s tradition,” he started again. It was the same story over and over again; all the men in his family were a part of the club at some point and it was his turn to keep the tradition going. 

“Well, some traditions are too shit to continue don’t you think?” 

“It’s not that easy…”

“Oh grow some balls won’t you? I swear I’ve never known a man so lacking in both bollocks and a spine!” 

“If you hate it so much then why be with me at all?” Harry snapped at me.

“Because those you love are supposed to drive you mad,” I said. “Look I’ve got to go to class. Come find me when you learn to be yourself rather than the Riot Clubs’ bitch.”

I left him with his mouth hanging open in shock. In class, I took my usual seat next to Dimitri. He too was a member but a decent one, and he was the closest thing I had to a good male friend. “Is everything alright?” he asked as I dug my notebook from my bag.

“Depends on what aspect of my life you mean,” I said. “Honestly is attendance that important when it comes to your stupid club’s meetings?”

“Hugo’s pretty strict about it yeah,” he said. “Last time someone was absent we took all the rubbish bins around school and emptied them in his room.”

“How old are you lot twelve?” I laughed.

“Most of them I believe are of younger minds but some of us actually think before we do,” he said as the instructor walked in.

It was a normal day of class until the instructor told us we would be doing a project requiring a partner. We were to rehearse a bit of dialogue from the play we were studying at the moment; Romeo & Juliet. Dimitri and I immediately partnered up seeing as we didn’t really know anyone else. 

“When do you want to get started?” he asked when the instructor dismissed us. 

“Um today if possible,” I said. “We can meet up in my room and go from there. That is if you’re free.”

“I’m pretty sure I am,” he said smiling. 

“Brilliant,” I said. “Well, see you then.”

I had another class and then I was free to go back to my room. Dimitri was there waiting outside the door. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said. “You look awfully excited for some reason.”

“Sorry, it’s just...I don’t know I guess I’m just so used to Harry bailing on me that I didn’t expect⸺.”

“You didn’t expect I would actually have manners and be considerate of you,” he finished. “I understand.”

“Well come in,” I said opening the door for him.

I dug my book out of my bag and sat down on the bed. He joined me with his own copy of the play. “So what did you have in mind?”

“Um I’m not sure,” I said flipping through the pages. “I mean I’m okay with whatever you are comfortable with.”

“Whoa breathe Y/N,” Dimitri said. It was only then that I realized I’d been talking a mile a minute. “I don’t want you to pass out on me. What’s got you so nervous all of a sudden?”

I sighed placing my head on his shoulder. “Sorry, it’s just… I’ve been avoiding Harry like the plague all day and I… I just desperately want to get started on this to distract myself.”

“Well perhaps this isn’t the kind of distraction you need,” he said making me look up at him; at his dark gentle eyes. 

“What do you mean?” I muttered. Dimitri just smiled softly and brought his lips to mine. 

When Harry kissed me it felt like fire, and once it started it burned and burned leaving us unable to stop. But when Dimitri kissed me...it was like my mind shut off and my whole body melted into his embrace.

I guess that’s why I kissed back bringing my hand up to run my fingers in his hair. We continued to kiss for a little while longer. Then Dimitri unzipped my hoodie. 

“We shouldn’t do this,” I whispered.

“We shouldn’t but… do you really want me to stop?” he whispered. His lips ghosting mine.

“God no,” I said shrugging off my hoodie. Suddenly we were both naked and he kissing me all over my body. I’d only ever done this with Harry but I’ve got to say the difference was stunning. 

Dimitri placed kisses on my breasts toying with my nipples a bit and trailed down over my tummy, and down into my heat. Harry would this as well but it wasn’t as delicate as it was with Dimitri. When Dimitri placed his lips on my core it sent a shock up my spine making me gasp. He kissed and sucked at me making me moan until I was practically writhing beneath him. “DIMITRI!” I moan his name when my first orgasm hit like a tidal wave.

He pulled back and crawled back up to me.

“Are you distracted now?” He smirked.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” I growled. 

“As you wish,” he said lining himself up and pushing in. My eyes widened as he stretched me. Lengthwise it was about the same as Harry’s (maybe a bit longer) but width wise… Jesus. The man was bloody hung. “So tight,” he groaned. “Harry must be one lousy shag the poor bastard.”

“No,” I muttered. “You’re just bigger.”

He laughed at that and began to move. It was only then that I felt the biggest difference of all. Harry was usually a little rough during sex; thrusting hard even when I wished it to be more intimate and sensual. Dimitri though, he moved with care; taking things nice and slow until I said otherwise. It was nice.

I reached down giving his arse a squeeze as he picked up the pace. “God...Fuck!”

“You’re so bloody amazing Y/N,” he said. “So fucking amazing.”

“Not as amazing as you,” I said. 

He then wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up kissing me hard. I rode him for a while making him moan in pleasure. After a while of me riding his length, he laid us back down and continued to thrust into me. I was so close, and judging by the sounds he made and the furrow in his brow it was safe to say he was close too. 

“Fu-FUCK!” I moaned holding onto him as I came around his length; my insides tightening around him. I wrapped my legs around him as I slowly came down from my high. Dimitri’s thrusts suddenly became sloppy and… 

He groaned so loudly as he started painting the inside of me with his seed. “Fuck I think I love you Y/N.” He said breathlessly as his cock emptied itself. 

“I think⸺.” I didn’t get to finish though for not even a moment later Harry burst into my room. 

“What the fuck?!” he said as Dimitri scurried out and off of me. 

“The hell are you doing here Harry?!” I snapped at him.

“Mate please I…”

“Get out!” Harry glared at him. Dimitri shoved his shirt back on and grabbed his bag. 

“I-I’m sorry,” Dimitri tried to apologize.

“JUST GET THE FUCK OUT!” Harry shoved him out of the room. I grabbed my robe and ran to make sure he was okay. “The hell are you doing?”

“Just making sure your mate has no broken bones is all,” I said turning to Dimitri.

“I’m okay Y/N,” he said.

“You sure?” he nodded. I smiled. “Good.” I love you. I mouthed.

He smiled and took off down the hall.

I turned on my heel and collapsed on my bed. “Now mind telling me why you barged in here like a mad man?”

“I came to apologize,” Harry said. “I’ve been a twat to you and you’ve done nothing to deserve it. But I guess that’s changed now hasn’t it?”

“We were supposed to work on a project,” I explained. “But I was still upset with you and… and I needed a distraction. Dimitri offered to give me one. Honestly, I didn’t know it would be this.”

“You didn’t stop either did you,” he glared at me. “No, you just let him fuck you, and on the bed, we’ve fucked on before too.”

He dropped his bag and walked over to me. He reached down and undid the sash on my robe. 

“What are you doing?” I asked. 

“Trying to prove to you who the better man is,” he growled. He pushed the robe off my shoulders then took off his jumper. I sat down nervously covering myself as he stripped himself until he was completely naked. “Don’t do that,” he said. “You’ve never covered yourself for me before. Why start now?”

He kissed me hard. As he kissed me he pushed me back and trailed kisses down my body. When he reached my core which was still dripping with Dimitri’s seed and frowned. “You’re such a fucking whore. Taking one of my mates bareback and everything. What if he’d gotten you up the duff eh? Would you really walk around carrying his spawn knowing it was in spite of me? No this simply cannot be.”

He reached in with his tongue and lapped up the leaking spunk from my opening. It would only be a month or so later that I would learn what little it did.

When I was finally clean he crawled up to me and lined himself up. “Answer me this darling,” he pushed himself inside me. “Was he better than me?”

I moaned as he started to thrust hard. “HUH-HARRY! PLEASE!”

“ANSWER ME, YOU WHORE!” He screamed pounding into me. 

“Why do you bloody care all of a sudden?!” I cried. “You’ve never made time for me before or make me orgasm to the point where my whole body is a trembling mess.”

“BUT I LOVE YOU!!!!” he snapped. “What was it you said earlier before your whore lips wrapped themselves around Dimitri’s cock?!”

“I never sucked him off!” I exclaimed just before he hit my sweet spot. “FUCK!”

“You said the ones you love are supposed to drive you mad!” he thrust even harder. 

“And are you mad now?” I looked him dead in the eye.

“Oh darling,” he chuckled. “I’m fucking furious!”

I felt myself coming again. I was just starting to come off my high when he pulled himself out. “Now eat it, you whore!”

He shoved his dick into my mouth. I sucked and sucked making him groan. Finally, he twitched inside my mouth and held my head so I couldn’t pull away until I swallowed every drop of his spunk.

Empty and breathless he collapsed beside me. After a while, he turned to me. “Look I’m sorry. I promise to do better.”

“Can you really promise that?” I said unconvinced.

“For you yeah,” he said. “I love you Y/N.”

He draped his arm over me and snuggled into me. I never said the words back though.

Because when it came to Harry they weren’t true. I know that now. 

Nevertheless, I kissed the top of his head and snuggled him back. Might as well enjoy our time together for however long we’ll last. 

As for Dimitri well… let’s just say it wouldn’t be our only day together. And neither Harry or the Riot Club could ever get in the way of that.