#i know the aftershocks won't be as bad but... i still don't want him to experience any of it

[syn0vial]

so, i was in taipei when the earthquake hit this morning (because i live there...) and i feel bad for saying this bc we weren't even at the epicenter, but... i'm still feeling quite upset and i wish i had someone to talk to about it 😟

[onlyyvette]

i need optimus pussy so bad

You're so real for that I'm actually going to make a whole thirst for this

warnings: dom/top reader + sub/bottom optimus prime + cybertronian reader + sloppily eating out Optimus' valve + praise + prime gets wrecked by the power of oral

a/n: thank you so much for giving me the inspo to create this🙏🏾

╰┈➤ Just imagining Optimus laying down on his back and presenting himself for you, large white thighs shyly held open while his digits tentatively hold open his already leaking slit. It's not that he was necessarily scared or nervous, but he can't help but let shivers run down his spinal struts as you admire his valve so intently.

╰┈➤ You were mesmerized by his pulsing blue biolights decorating his valve lips and his oh-so-pretty red node resting in the hood of his valve. His array was the prettiest one you ever saw, When you say that out loud to him, he lets out a small "thank you" and tries to cover his pretty pussy with his servo but you move it out of the way, causing him to let out a whine. You look up from your spot between his thighs and drink in the look on his face. His battle mask was off. His optics are half-shuttered, the light coming out dimmed. A very prominent blue flush is spread across his face and his mouth is screwed into a slight pout. He was so cute and you hadn't even dome anything to him.

╰┈➤ Way too soon, your glossa is on Optimus' valve, and he lets out a short yet embarrassing yelp. In his defense, even though you had done this so many times before, you were always so quick to push your glossa into him and you never held back. Your glossa delves into Optimus' wet heat, forcing it as deep as you can as you listen to the Prime let out moans with his low baritone. He feels your nasal ridge crushing his node and the pleasure bursts under his eyelids.

╰┈➤ Optimus' thighs begin to automatically clamp down on your helm but the slight crushing feeling only raised your charge. You eat him out like a starved mech, sloppily lapping at every node you can feel in the mesh of his valve and making sure he can feel it. By now, Optimus is so close to overloading, he always overloaded quickly from being eaten out. If you lifted up your helm you would see Optimus biting on his servo joints, trying his best to not let out his embarrassing noises but clearly failing.

╰┈➤ With your eager mouth, you'll bring Optimus to overload so hard he won't even know what hit him. He'll let out a series of staticky moans while his thighs clamp down hard on your helm while he squirts, and you'll still work your glossa in his valve despite his recent overload. He'll whine and push at your helm but you both know that those weak pushes don't mean anything-- he doesn't want you to stop and you don't plan on it.

╰┈➤ You'll make him overload a few more times, each overload more powerful than the last. He keeps seeing stars in his vision and--oh Primus-- he's overloading again. He'll sob as he squirts for a last time, his frame trembling from the aftershocks as you suck on Optimus' node for the last time before releasing it. You're almost 100% sure you were left with some kind of helm processor damage, but you really didn't care. After you've eaten his valve out to your satisfaction, you bring helm out from between Optimus' legs and lay your frame on top of his. Your derma meet his and you begin to give each other messy, open-mouthed kisses. His optics shutter close as he whimpers into the kiss. Your servos roam his frame and you map out his familiar curves, lightly groping them, especially his chestplate while the Prime lets out sensual sighs.

╰┈➤ Underneath you, you feel his thighs tighten and rubbing against each other. Making out was getting Optimus charged up again, and it didn't surprise any of you. While your spike pressurized against his abdomen, you knew that you would make sure that your conjunx would be quivering in pleasure by the time you were done with him.

[academyofbrokenhearts]

You Touched My Face and All Life Was Erased

Suna and Kaya's first kiss, and what brought them to that point.

Author note: I planned to write this every since I watched the kiss scene, but it took me a while, because I wasn't quite sure how to approach it. But here it is finally. Hope it will make it up somewhat for the lack of canon KaySun this week.

Title inspired by HIM's "Resurrection". Lately it seems like all my favourite songs are KaySun coded.

AO3 link here.

Neither Suna nor Kaya give it a second thought until the moment İfakat opens her mouth, putting in words something neither of them was willing to confront.

the attraction that they feel for each other

Suna's initial reaction is disbelief, because she wears the scars of a lifetime of silence and solitude, always being treated as an afterthought, a quiet, withdrawn girl whose opinion does not matter, and never will.

and her dreams were always fractured to the point where she actively suppressed them, because useless hope can be worse than resignation

Kaya looks at İfakat, knows that whatever game she plays, can't be in his interest, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad to go along with it, if it will get him one step to the revenge that seems to be the only way in which he can calm the storm that rages inside of him. Also, if İfakat thinks she can play him, she better think again.

and somewhere deep down inside, even if he is unwilling to admit it, he does have a bit of a soft spot for the beautiful girl who is not afraid to criticise him, and is not afraid to apologise to him either

*

Can he be her rescue? Suna wonders, when the aftershock has passed, and İfakat's words have started to settle in a bit. Or is this just another door that opens to a wall?

and what other option does she have, except submitting to endless humiliation, to the point that she will be nothing but a broken shell?

Is it worth it? Kaya asks himself. Sacrificing his freedom just to wildly bet on an outcome that might not even be in his favour at the end?

but was he ever really free? and would it be so bad to take this risk?

*

Suna thinks and thinks.

She believed she had found a shelter before, through a love that was at one point the only source of joy in her miserable life, a love that is still unfinished, drowning in bitterness and more pain than she thought she would be able to handle. She's here, still standing in spite of everything, locking down her pain and pretending, in order not to collapse.

But she doesn't know how long she is going to last like this. What word will destroy her completely. What pain will finally be too much.

Part of her still doubts that Kaya is affected in any significant way by her. The spare, the girl who always gets ignored. How could this ever happen?

It's not possible.

And yet...

what if it is what if it is what if it is what if it is

*

What exactly did she do to him to be dragged into this twisted game of revenge? Kaya muses.

And of course, the answer is nothing. Nothing at all.

She bears no responsibility for the rage that boils inside him, threatening to spill over and destroy everything in its path. She has no fault for the dark shadows that loom around him, for the insecurities that he would never acknowledge out loud, for the fear that he will always be left behind, that he will never be good enough.

He does not know her that well, but he did pay attention to her a bit, he noticed some things. She's living her own special kind of hell - what use is it to add his own on top of that?

It would be bad.

And yet...

maybe not that bad maybe not that bad maybe not that bad maybe not that bad

*

In spite of herself (don't dream, Suna, don't you dare), her heart flutters when he compares her to a water spirit.

he doesn't know that she cannot fly because they cut off her wings until there was barely anything left anymore

He does try to keep his distance. Says he won't come to her sister's celebration because he does not want to cause any more tension, but she insists.

she doesn't know that something in him warms up when hearing her words, because he sees himself reflected in her eyes, and it's almost like he's a human being, and it's almost like he matters

*

She can't go to his room, she can't, she won't. She already risked more than she could possibly imagine by leaving the mansion with no permission to go with him at the market, she can't take one single step further.

But İfakat insists that she should, because he got in a fight and got wounded because of her, so she gives in. And really, a part of her might have been on board with it all along.

She should be afraid. She saw his anger, the way it exploded almost unprovoked. She should be, but...

but this is her choice, hers and no one else's, and it might result in heaven or hell, but it's the first time when she feels she might be in control of something, when she feels she's more than a simple pawn

He thought she would be scared of him, but she's not. Quite the contrary, she surprises him by knocking at his door and offering to apply some cream to the wound he got when fighting with those guys in the market.

It goes against everything he knew, or he thought he knew, about her upbringing, about who she is as a person. She either likes him that much... or she is just that desperate.

Neither option is good, and he should put a stop to everything before it's too late.

it's hard when she is so close he can smell her perfume, the sweetness of her breath when she blows over his eyebrow, where they hit him, and if only someone could heal all of his wounds like that

He tells her they should stop. He tells her it's too soon. He tells her she's not sure of her feelings.

She freezes, mortification taking over her entire being. Of course she interpreted all of it incorrectly. She bet on an illusion and lost again. And she knows she will never be able to look properly into his eyes again, and tells him as much.

Oh, and it's so familiar to him, the way tears suffocate her voice, the effort she makes to keep her head high, to not crumble. He knows it. He lived it.

He only tried to be kind, the way he knew how to be, at least, but his kindness hurt her.

She's brave, the way she tries to stop crying, the way she tells him nothing happened, like she's trying to convince herself.

this is another nightmare and then she will wake up and she will lock everything down and she will survive because she has to

He stands still, looking at her, understanding in his eyes.

he knows, he sees her now

With measured steps, he approaches her, the decision taken before he can even be properly aware of it. She could step back, get out, but she does not. Brave girl.

There's nothing tender in the way he grabs her face, but his fingers wiping her tears feel gentle on her skin. She closes her eyes, breathes in, breathes out, and reaches out to him, touching his cheek with her hand, his own hand immediately moving to cover hers. Like he's not allowing her to let go.

Like they are the only remaining living beings in the entire world.

Then he kisses her.

he tastes like hope and dreams and desire and everything she never dared to wish

she tastes like salt and desperation and want and everything he never knew he needed

*

it turns to hell two seconds later

but when all is said and done and after all the tears and commotion, there are no regrets to speak of

[yallmakemyassitch]

Alright, I'm back!

Here's something for a part 2 of the Tabi x Ayana request~ (hopefully it's decent enough 😅) So...

Ayana is absolutely loving the reactions she's getting from her boyfriend. She could feel his chest tremble and shake with laughter while he squirmed helplessly underneath her.

Even for her, it was rare to hear the Russian laugh this much and in this manner. Usually it would just come out as a derisive scoff or a sinister sounding chuckle (usually at someone else's expense), not guffawing like a child watching something funny on tv or being told a silly joke.

Regardless, it was the most endearing thing she had ever heard from Tabi, and she wanted more~

When she planted a few more pecks higher and higher up the neck to where his ear was, it made Tabi let out a particularly loud, almost feminine sounding sqawk noise & his hysteric protesting increased.

(Tabi was forever grateful for the fact that Agoti wasn't there because if he had heard that he'd NEVER let him live it down. 😣)

She decided to take a break after that to let him catch his breath, looking down at him lovingly all the while.

. . .

But right when Tabi thinks the worst of it is over, he sees Ayana take in a deep breath and lower her face back down (at an agonizingly slow pace). He knows exactly what's coming and his white skull pales even more. He tries to plead to his girlfriend for mercy but it was already too late; she blows a succession of big long raspberries along the side of his neck, from shoulder to ear, even one under his chin. Tabi was completely done for after that; he couldn't even speak anymore. By the fifth one his body lays limp as his booming laughter slowly fades into silent wheezes.

Ayana knew it was time to stop after that. She leans back a bit as she watches him gasp for breath again. He puts his arm over his face to wipe away the tears that had fallen; he could still feel the tingling aftershocks of the tickling lingering on his neck, so he rubbed that away as well.

Caressing Tabi's cheek, Ayana asks, "You okay Tabi baby~?"

He opens his eyes again, "*panting softly* ... That.. that was evil..." he says while trying to glare at her, but with how worn out he was it probably looked more like a tired frown.

Ayana could hear the hoarseness in his voice, and he looked like he was too exhausted to even get up from the couch, she kind of felt bad.

"Aww... Would some warm milk make it better?"

Tabi thought about it. As embarrassed as he was about the whole thing, he couldn't find it in himself to stay mad at Ayana for very long, not when she was being this motherly and caring. And he could definitely use a drink right now.

"hm.... maybe. Can you make the vanilla milk?"

Ayana smiles and gives him a soft kiss on the cheek (making sure to avoid his tickle spots this time) "Of course~ ".

With that, she gets up and walks to the kitchen, returning with a warm cup of vanilla milk sprinkled with nutmeg not long after. Once Tabi finishes, they return to their previous snuggling position on the couch and they fall asleep content.

The End. ♡

Oh good grief I ended up writing a whole one-shot. 🤦🏾‍♀️ Sorry if I overdid it. 😅 But hopefully this will help serve as enough inspiration for what you need to draw.

I hope you like it. 😊👍🏾(stay tuned for part 3)

I've been sleeping on this for months, it's finally complete!

They made out at the end

Anyways, holy shit fellas, this took a minute to create (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠) I wanted to add more but I wanted to get this out asap and needless to say, I had a baller time.

As my previous post suggests this is gonna be my last post for a while. I want to expand my audience and focus on other fandoms other than fnf (when I branch out, I tend to attract a lot of attention)

Stuff like Villainous, Spooky Month, Pokemon, Murder Drones, Mandela Catalogue, and OC content are some ideas I have. This won't mean I won't have fnf content (I'm especially working on my fics over my hiatus.

I don't wanna be a one trick pony anymore, I need more diverse content on my account. Anyways see y'all then, I suggest not sending anything until I return. Byeonara for now~ (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Part 1

[expecto-kedavra]

Hello there!

First off, I love what you been doin :) I love the lil oc sibling fam 💕 (also would you accept asks for them?)

Secondly, I’d like to ask for a lil somethin (or not so lil) centered around an MC who is plagued with guilt and is struggling with witnessing Sebastian’s bad decision…🥲

General Kenobi! (Sorry lol)

First off, thank you :) and yeah, if anyone would like to send prompts for my OC’s feel free! They’re all loosely based on people I know so it should be easy enough :)

Here you go!

!- mention of death, guilt, negative self talk

Spoiler warning!

MC Dealing with the aftershock of Solomon Sallow's Death

I barely saw it happen. Adrenaline coursed through me. Waves of Inferi kept appearing, and one by one I punched through them with Confringo, or smothered them with Incendio. One particular Inferius was turned into an explosive barrel, and thrown at a clump that had just crawled their way out of the ground. I knew Sebastian and Solomon were duelling each other, but I couldn't afford to pay much mind to them. I heard them though, Sebastian screaming that he wouldn't give up, Solomon calling him foolish for trying. For a moment, I seemed to have a break from the Inferi. I desperately pleaded for both Sebastian and Solomon to stop...

"I won't let her suffer! AVADA KEDAVRA!" Green waves of light slammed into Solomon as he was thrown to the ground. I lost focus. Everything was ringing. Everything was loud. Everything was quiet. I froze. Sebastian had killed his uncle...he went too far. He did exactly what Ominis warned us about. I was snapped out of my haze. "Depulso!" Sebastian was flung into the wall. Anne stood in the entryway of the room. Shocked. She dispatched the rest of the Inferi that had appeared whilst I was in my fog. "Bombarda!" she pointed at Slytherin's spellbook. "No!" cried Sebastian. She ran to Solomon's body. I could see the pain in her eyes. It matched the pain within. "You've made your choice." She said to Sebastian. Tears welled in both of their eyes as she disapparated with him. "Oh Anne. What have you done."

Sebastian picked himself up and ran out of the catacomb. I couldn't let him leave. I tried calling to him but he just ran. He finally stopped outside, at the entrance to the Catacomb. I approached him, cautiously. He was pacing back and forth, muttering to himself about how Solomon had never been there for them, and how he had to cast the Killing Curse. I told him he went too far. He told me to meet him in the Undercroft later, and left. Once again, I was alone with my thoughts, and it was not a very nice place to be.

All I could think of was Ominis. How he was right, all along. How many times did I agree with Ominis but still managed to get dragged along into Sebastian's ordeals? I only wanted to keep him safe. Hope is a powerful tool, and it was helping him...but he went too far. I hadn't even gotten a chance to talk to the Keepers about healing. What was he thinking? He was always reckless, but this was too much. I summoned my Thestral, Nyx, from the Nabsack. I sat down against a tree, and she lay down next to me and rested her head on my lap. Tears fell from my cheeks onto the frozen, hard ground. This was my fault. Ominis was right. I swore I wouldn't let him take this step. Solomon Sallow's death was on my hands.

Not long after, Ominis and Anne found me, still in the same spot. "I'm so sorry, to both of you." I croaked. I could see the tear stains on Anne's face. "You didn't kill my uncle." She told me. Even in her grief, her voice was gentle. Gentle, yet pained. "I may as well have. You said it yourself Ominis. I swore not to let him delve deeper." I gazed into Ominis' hazy pale blue eyes. "Yet here we are." He was silent for a moment. "I didn't mean...please, MC. Don't blame yourself for this." He begged. I looked away. "It's easier this way. It's easier to tell myself that it's my fault. That way, it doesn't mean that Sebastian killed Solomon in cold blood." Anne sat down next to me and placed her hand over mine. "Sebastian made a decision. A terrible one, but he made it. Not you." I hated that my guilt was what we were focusing on. Her caretaker just died from her twin brother's hand. She was an orphan, with nowhere to go and nobody to go with. Yet here she was, telling me that it was okay. "She's right." said Ominis. "If it's your fault then it's also mine. I showed you the scriptorium. I didn't stop him just as much as you didn't." He sounded so desperate. He may have just lost his best friend. "I convinced you to-" I started, but he cut me off. "No. You are not going to take this burden. I won't let you. I may have lost everything but I will not lose you to yourself."

It was at that moment that Nyx rose from my lap and nuzzled Ominis' face. He yelped. "What in Merlin was that?" he squeaked. "A thestral." Anne chuckled. How she was even able to smile now was beyond me. His reaction was rather amusing. "A thestral?" Ominis said, suddenly rather curious. "Her name is Nyx." I told him as I rose from the ground. "She's quite friendly." I offered Anne my hand, and assisted her as she stood. Nyx cantered towards Ominis, placing her muzzle under his outstretched fingers. "It's kind of nice, isn't it? These creatures only some can see." he said as he stroked her skeletal face. "A gift." Anne said softly. "A gift to those of us who have seen death, and must bear that pain." She turned to me. "You did not kill my Uncle." She reiterated. "We all must bear the burden of Sebastian's actions. Not one of us it as fault." She took mine and Ominis' hands. "Together." At that moment, I knew. I knew that I had found friends, who would stay with me and have my back. “She’s right.” Ominis said. “Whatever comes next, we face together.”

[pressradio]

Last year they f*cked the car for Carlos likings.

Mekies said they brought updates to make Carlos comfortable, Sainz said it also. We saw the result in the second part of the season. Binotto denied but he also denied the f1-75 was a wining car or that they did shitty strategies and ruined Charles races so … I will never believe anything the man said. They really wanted to make Carlos comfortable as to make it even. And they really wanted him to have a win. I get it it’s nice to be able to gift that to a driver, but silverstone was not the place (again championship). You can do that once everything is safe. Or if said driver is wining on his own, you let him have him and don’t do a redbull.

Charles said he asked for things on the car too in the second part of the season but could not get it because of the cost cap.

Literally no team does that. Not when you have a driver in the championship fight. Even if you know td39 is bad for your car and you have reliability issues with nobody does that.

Ferrari did. And they develop their concept in every direction and now we have SF23 …

Really the fact that Binotto did not like that Charles got more attention than the team and the technical team … how he was really pissed when Italian media said « give Charles a car » and he went to them to say « now he got it let’s see if what he can do » … he over compensated and screwed the team over in the end. Imagine if Mercedes did that ! Of course the car was amazing and that’s the team work. But the public will see the driver first. Deal with it. It’s been this way forever. And in Ferrari case people do support the team too. It’s a given.

Management was really bad it’s crazy.

Now on Carlos I don’t believe in conspiracy. But I do think he got his contract extension too early and when he was visiting gravel traps too much because of money. Santander and the beer thing helped him big time on that one.

I’m scared that to change this mentality is going to take too much time once again.

I still haven't overcomed last year (probably because we have massive aftershocks now).

At the moment I think Fred has more headache with dealing with fucking tractor that he inherited from Binotto. But I see the right attitude in him, so I think sooner or later problems with drivers management will be solved (I hope).

Yes, Charles probably was able to perform better. Yes he needed those points badly and it's shitty to start season like that (reminds me last yeat 5-races-stint-of-pure-disasterclass). But they lack race pace badly and this is the main problem. He clearly don't care about his position if they are not fighting for championship.

And it's time to say that they won't fight for championship, because there is no miraculous decision that can solve problems.

P.S. I always thought that it was too early to resign Carlos, but probably Binotto was amased by his performance (and tons of luck he had in 2021) in the mid car and hope that he will do better. By the way, SF-23 is fucking mid, but Carlos performance has a vacation.

[isabel3710]

Shock collar for 'bad things happen bingo'

Meant to post this earlier today but I had class. Thanks for the request.

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Fandom: Gravity Falls

Prompt: Shock Collar

Masterlist

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Dipper’s chin was resting on his chest, ​​his body shivering from the constant flow of cold air in the room. Though he had managed to dry off, he was still feeling the chill. After the interrogator had left, he had attempted to escape, but his attempts had only resulted in raw wrists.

Suddenly, he heard the door open and looked up to see his interrogator entering the room, a smile on his face. As soon as Carl walked in, Dipper got a bad feeling as he noticed the man's hand hidden behind his back.

"So, have you decided to talk yet?" Carl asked with a grin. Dipper remained silent and the man's grin grew wider. "Well, I think I have something that might convince you."

Carl pulled his hand from behind his back, revealing a shock collar. Dipper felt a shiver run down his spine as he saw it, and he must have shown a visible reaction because Carl looked even more pleased with himself.

“Tell me what I want to know and I won’t put this on you," Carl said, holding the shock collar out towards Dipper.

Dipper kept his mouth shut and noticed that his legs weren't restrained. In a split-second decision, he kicked Carl as hard as he could, hitting the man's knee. Carl stumbled back but quickly regained his balance, snarling.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” 

Dipper spoke up, "Maybe you should uncuff my hands. I have a gesture I'd love to share with you."

Ignoring Dipper's remark, Carl strode towards him and forcefully put the shock collar around his neck. Dipper tried to resist and push Carl off him, but it was no use. The metal collar was soon snugly secured around his throat.

Carl then pulled out a remote, "Answer my questions and I won't use this."

"How am I supposed to tell you anything if I don't know what you want to know?" Dipper responded sarcastically, knowing that it was probably not the best idea.

Carl pressed one of the buttons, and Dipper felt a jolt of electricity from the collar. It didn't hurt, but it caught him off guard.

"Every time you deny me, I will raise the voltage and increase the duration," Carl said.

Dipper braced himself, determined not to give in to the pain, no matter how much it hurt.

"Let's get started," Carl said, placing his thumb on a button on the remote. "First question..."

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Dipper was lying on the floor, his body too battered and bruised to move. Carl had decided to release him from the chair, but it was a moot point. The pain was too intense for Dipper to even contemplate trying to escape. His body was trembling uncontrollably as the aftershocks continued to wrack his system.

“Who sent you?” Carl's voice demanded.

Dipper didn't even have the strength to answer, let alone the willingness. He lay there, gasping for air, trying to suppress the tears. Every inch of his body hurt, and he just wanted the torment to end. Despite the agony, Dipper hadn't lost consciousness yet, which was nothing less than a miracle.

Suddenly, there was a soft click, and Dipper's whole body convulsed as the collar around his neck shocked him. He screamed and writhed on the ground, his throat raw and his voice nearly gone. It felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was probably only a minute or so.

After the collar turned off, Carl allowed Dipper a moment to recover before proceeding. “Last chance. Who sent you?

Dipper took a deep breath, his mind racing as he considered his options. "No one," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Carl shook his head, not believing him. “Very well.” He pressed the remote button once again. 

Dipper screamed as more electricity coursed through his body, the pain almost unbearable. He could feel his muscles contracting, his teeth clenching, his eyes rolling back in his head. Finally the collar turned off again and Dipper lay there, gasping for breath.

Carl looked at him, a mix of anger and frustration on his face. "You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" he said.

The man got ready to press another button when there was a soft tapping on the door. Carl walked away from him as he heard the door open and two people whispering. Despite straining to listen, Dipper couldn't make out their conversation.

Dipper lay on his side, hands shaking as he curled them into fists and pressed them against his eyes, trying to suppress the tears. Carl walked back over and nudged him with his foot, forcing Dipper to roll onto his back. 

"Anything you want to say?" Carl asked, receiving no response from Dipper. "Well, it seems like you're getting a break. Turns out the boss doesn't want you dead, yet," he continued with a sigh.

A small mercy. 

He sensed a pair of hands removing the shock collar, and another pair of strong lifting him up. The hands were gentle, but Dipper was too exhausted to open his eyes and see who they belonged to. He felt himself slipping into unconsciousness and the world went dark.

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Author's Note:

I've had this one written since the beginning so I'm glad that I finally got to post it. I hope you guys enjoyed it.

EOLQGIROGHG

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@badthingshappenbingo

[etruatcaelum]

Summer halts when Tyrian and Arthur do, but she doesn't look around. Hysterical threats do not frighten her, and she's not in the fucking mood to coddle or appease or indulge this shared little persecution-inferiority complex the two of them have going on, two grown men seething in jealousy because a girl half their age won't play pretend with them that Salem is some horrible baby-eating tyrannical lunatic overlord who revels in their suffering.

Fucking God under the ground.

If that's the way they see her, if that's the make believe world they want to live in so fucking bad that not even Salem herself bending over backwards to placate them will penetrate, she really doesn't know why the fuck they're even here. But so be it.

They think Salem's an evil bitch?

She closes her eyes, breathing out. The light presses up cold behind her lids; for a moment, nothing else exists in the world but that heatless, colorless radiance. Life and dreams are only shadows cast by the light which shines through the cracks. Death waits in its somber silence behind the mirror. The glass between them is fractured, white as the migraine moon and cold as fallen snow. Reach out: touch it. Feel how the boundary shifts under the skin like a broken bone. Knock, and it shatters.

The truth is this:

Summer Rose was a warrior, but she has never been a hero. The silver-eyed warrior is a legend, a fiction, a lie. So too is the witch who writes the ending to her tragic fairytale. Light and shadow and the glass in between.

It takes two to break a mirror.

"That's," she says quietly, turning, "enough."

Her eyes open–

—and there is light.

Not the avenging gout Summer had seen erupt from the top of Beacon Tower, and nothing like the lightning flicker Salem had described to her of that boy's panic: Summer knows what the fuck she's doing, and her light pours out in a tidal bore of glacial anger.

It doesn't wound them. She doesn't want it to. But it fills the corridor and sweeps through the house, blind white, coiling around the grimm with a fierce protectiveness she hopes to God that Salem can feel. Her conviction gleams bright and hard as a diamond in the center of that light: because Salem matters to her more than anyone else in the world.

Fourteen years, it's been, since she learnt the truth and saw that ancient sadness looking back at her. Twelve since that night—finding Salem shattered on the floor, stripped of all her defenses and laid bare by pain as silver's aftershocks rotted her body from the inside out. How her own eyes, tarnished coal-black for two years by the sundering of all she knew, had risen white as the moon again.

Let me protect you, she'd said.

And now she can't.

The stinging light becomes mist and the mist fades away, and there is only a silvering of frost on the walls and the visible stream of her breath like a dragon's fire. Summer balls up her hands into fists, eyes still bright with chilly afterglow.

"That is enough."

She blinks once, irises dimming to pale silver.

"I'm not like Salem," she says levelly. "I am not going to sit here biting my tongue and baby you while you act like you two are the main fucking characters of the universe and the only ones whose feelings matter. You wanna believe you're the innocent little victims of Salem's personal crusade to torment you so fucking bad, fine! Go crawling back to Ironwood and cry to him about how mean the big bad witch is to you! See where that gets you! But don't fucking pretend you give a shit about her."

Summer rounds on her heel. "I'm gonna make dinner, and call Cinder to let her know what's going on. You two can keep your mouths shut and eat, or go back to bed, or leave. Do whatever the fuck you want, but don't ask me for sympathy right now. I'm fresh out."

Really, if Arthur could roll his eyes hard enough that they'd fall out of his own head, he probably would have. At any rate! Since Summer doesn't seem to want him to actually keep quiet on behalf of poor, pathetic little Cinder Fall, then he won’t.

"You and Salem both act like Tyrian and I regularly went out of our way to find her in the castle and torment her. As if we weren't perfectly content to avoid her. We only spoke to her when circumstances forced us to be in her presence and all of you bloody well know it.”

Not that he had been kind to her in those moments, but. He wasn’t exactly prone to being kind to anyone, bar Tyrian.

(“Summer, please stop, he just got back, he’s still hurt,” Tyrian is whispering, but nobody seems to hear it. He'd been so- hopeful. Renewed, even. But seeing Arthur and Summer at each others' throats like this makes it all come crashing down. He tastes sour panic. “Don’t call Cinder yet, please. Let’s wait til morning like you said. I'll even make the soup, too. Arthur can rest, and Summer, you can-“)

“I've already discussed all of this with Salem, and rest assured if she didn't move me to tears over the girl, you certainly won't, either. I mean, with the way you treated your own children, I’m shocked you think you did anything here that helped Cinder.”

(“Arthur, don’t, that isn’t fair-”)

"Cinder can 'hide her injuries' and pretend to cry around you two all she wants. I never did worse to her than mock her insufficiencies and you know it. She's no colleague of mine, either, and if you honestly believe for a second that she was scared, or if you think anyone here is shocked or confused about why she threw this pathetic little fit, then you're as blinded as Salem.”

(“Both of you stop, please stop, please. I don't want to do this anymore.”)

“You’re out here crying about what an ‘active danger’ WE are to HER when she was consistently the only one who ever made a move that would have resulted in physical harm. And you fucking know it. I can only hope fate takes pity on you when this inevitably blows up in your face worse than it already did when she took your daughters-“

(“How about I just put an end to this silly little argument myself?” And the thing that had been coiling tighter and tighter in Tyrian ever since Arthur had shaken him awake finally snaps.)

And damn, Arthur had always felt so secure in his belief that he was one of the exceptions to Tyrian's bloodlust (and that Summer might be, too, because Tyrian has always seemingly gotten along with her), but when he hears a snicker and looks behind him and sees Tyrian's face, he suddenly isn't so sure anymore.

He really should have been more careful. Tyrian had been a hair's breadth from losing control of himself for nearly the entire conversation - it was a mistake, to think Tyrian's elation over remembering the existence of the airship would have undone all of that.

"I'll do it," Tyrian rasps. "I'll kill you both right now, if you don't shut up. Summer, you've always insisted that you're not actually more special to Salem than the rest of us. Arthur, my dear, I’ve not had you back 24 hours and you’re already threatening to vanish again. So why don’t I just…help things along quicker? If Salem doesn't care about you as anything special, Summer, and if you, Arthur, want to leave...Why, I could even take the airship after and go make Miss Fall’s apparent fears a reality by splitting her stem to stern! And, after Salem fells me in retaliation, then, only then, will she have the peace she desires. Because none of Ozma’s forces will want to work with me, or either of you, or Cinder. Not with Salem, either, but maybe they will if she has nothing. If she can point to our corpses and say, ‘See how the people of this world have fallen. How easily this could be all of you.’”

(Arthur tries to think of something to say or do that might calm Tyrian down, but his mind is static. About the only thing keeping his Semblance from activating on instinct is the memory of Tyrian’s face when he’d said, You’ve come back to me.)

“Tyrian,” Watts manages to try, and to what little credit he still has for anyone in this castle, he shifts so he's directly in front of Summer. A shield, if Tyrian really does - let loose. Sure, Summer's Semblance gives her this curious intangibility, but if he can keep things from getting to even that point-

“Tyrian, I know this has been a long, long day for you. You're still recovering. Why don't you take a breath-"

“I am breathing just fine. I am not the one of the two of us for whom that has been in question, the past eleven days.”

“Okay. Okay. That’s okay. You are- supremely upset, I know, and worried, and you’re trying to- keep it together. You’ve been doing- so well. This is a lot. I know, I- Calm down. It’s going to be okay. I’m sorry I lost my temper.”

(Tyrian's hair, loose and wild, hanging partially in his face. Shoulders heaving, hands wringing the front of his own coat like he wants to tear it from his body. Purple eyes. Tail arched in such a way that it looks a warning of killing intent even without his prosthetic on. Lethal, predatory, ravenous. Sharp inhales, like Tyrian cannot find air.)

“I don’t want to hear another excuse about Cinder. I do not pity her, I will not pity her, I will not have my intelligence insulted with explanations of why she’s so scared, ‘oh you two deserved everything she did, the poor girl, why don’t either of you get it?’ I’m not fucking STUPID, Summer. Or can't you get it through your head that- that Salem- Cinder is hardly punished for anything, but I am- for every mistake, Salem leaves me to suffer. And Arthur. Dear Arthur. I won’t hear another word about how repulsive and detestable I am to everyone but you. You- are using- you're making our relationship leverage to hold over me-”

“Tyrian, I never said everyone finds you repulsive or detestable! And if you don't want to leave, I'm not going to force you, I never would, you- You'll always have me, no matter what separates us. I promise-”

“Salem wants to let Cinder kill us and give the girl little more than a mere slap on the wrist for it? Fine! Salem wants to burn me, insult me, leave me alone, let me suffer the weights of my sins, let me stay maimed and broken for as long as she deems fit while she lifts everyone else? Fine! Arthur, you need to leave? If that will make you feel better, fine! If I repulse her, it doesn't matter. Summer, if you only speak to me because Salem tells you to, it doesn't matter. Arthur, if I am keeping you trapped here, then go! Don't stay because of me, Arthur. Summer, do what you want for who you want, you don't have to pretend to like me. I'm wretched, so wretched, but if I- I am still useful, I- She said- if I served her in this final battle, then I could- go home! She said I could go home if I did, that it would be alright-“

His tail lashes.

“I’m so hungry. I’m so tired. I can’t- sit here- and listen to you tear at each other- I don’t want to hear it I don’t want to hear it I don’t want to hear it-“

“Summer, go to the kitchen. Let me talk to him, he just needs-“

“What do I need?! I need to get out of here and-"

Tyrian seems to choke on his own words, stumbles forward, and Arthur is relieved that his instinctive move to catch Tyrian is not met with a prodding from the tail, because that would have been a sting - figuratively, if not literally, thanks to the small mercy of Tyrian being without the prosthetic, at the moment.

"Arthur- Summer-"

"You're crying-!"

"I need one of you- to claw this anxiety out of me. Just- get it out. Tear it out of me. Get a Grimm in here and let them have me. Just- Please."

And Tyrian looks so mournful and so distraught and so beseeching that all Arthur can say is, "I’m sorry."

How is it that I never know how to help you.

[aresxseunggi]

110 — say hello to muffin <3 (spoiler: it does not go well)

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it was a bit impulsive, wasn’t? ares knew it was. but how was he meant to just walk away? if he had to he might blame bee for bringing him here — he was promised a big headed fish, not the cutest little kitten he’s ever seen. if he hadn’t seen the heart maybe he could have shaken the urge, but oh — he’s a sucker for cute, soft things. take seunggi, for example. “baby?” he was calling out the moment he came through the door �� if his fiancé could have seen it seunggi might have laughed. with all the bags ares had layered on his arms it was a miracle he didn’t knock into every surface he passed. “i need you to close your eyes —“ yeah, he was a little loud right now but mostly because he didn’t know where the other man was. which is why he stopped to give a quick look around as he took care to kick his shoes off. “where are you?”

in seunggi’s mind, saturdays were for one thing and one thing only: cleaning.

from the moment he was up, he was popping in his headphones and gliding through the house. granted, things weren’t too bad considering they’d only just moved in — just a stray sock here and there. but it was better to stay ontop of these things, right? before they got out of control.

hence why seunggi was halfway through scrubbing the hell out of the sink when he’d felt aftershock of the door closing. it might have left one of his cleaning bottles tumbling down from the counter, too, but that was alright. “baby?” he called out after rescuing said bottle, popping off one of his gloves to pull one of his headphones out. “s’that you?”

hearing that voice put his smile on his lips, though he didn’t move. “yeah — hey, close your eyes, baby.” ares could easily assume that seunggi didn’t hear it the first time considering the greeting he received from him, so no harm in repeating himself. “i’ll come get you just — close’em.” the bags rattled again as he moved to the couch, careful to put everything down and free his arms. and then a second was needed to pat the front pocket of his hoodie, just to make sure the kitten was still there. as if the tail poking out the one end wasn’t clue enough. “no peeking, i’ll cry if you peek.”

"right now?" seunggi asked, as if hearing the words once and then twice didn't get through to him. his other glove came off, even as he stopped everything else he was doing to let his eyes fall closed. there might've been a look of absolute fucking confusion on his face, but a surprise from the love of his life was never a bad thing, no matter how big or small. "mm, well i don't want that," seunggi teased, his lips spreading into a small grin as he waited stagnantly in the bathroom. "they're closed, m'love. please save me."

“alright, good.” sounded out only when seunggi confirmed he was ready, though ares wasn’t in a rush. he kept his hand on the outside of his pocket as if to comfort the kitten — honestly if she was asleep he wouldn’t be surprised. even more reason for his steps to the bathroom to be taken carefully, and only stopped when he got to seunggi. “hi, baby.” was murmured with a peck to the others cheek, and then his lips, in the very same second that both of his hands went to grab his fiancés. “we’re going to go to the couch, m’kay?”

"hi, honey," seunggi hummed, his grin growing wider once it became clear ares was in the bathroom, too. a fact made much more obvious with the kiss to his cheek, then to his lips, and the hands covering his own. "okay," he nodded easily, already getting into the cautious mindset needed to walk through the home blind. he didn't know twist and turn as well as he would've elsewhere, so the trek might end with a stubbed toe or two. "as long as you promise you won't send me into a wall."

“i’d never.” ares could scoff at the mere idea of it. walking his fiancé into a wall? he’d rather run face first himself before doing such a thing to seunggi. “trust me.” and with that ares was walking backwards, just for a step or two, before he turned. a bit of an adjustment to their hands so he was now holding seunggi’s behind his own back (so he could see where he was waking, and make sure seunggi didn’t try and wrap around him), and then they were off. not that the walk was particularly far, nor was it particularly dangerous. “alright…” it was drawn out with a quiet hum as ares did his best to direct seunggi to the couch, careful not to bump into anything. “get comfy, my love. and hands out.”

it seemed that ares was a genius in keeping seunggi's hands away from him, as the first thing he did was try to wrap himself right around the other man. he couldn't help it! anytime ares was around, it was like he had a laser focus on nothing but his fiancé. and so he may have let out a small huff of complaint once he realized that such a thing was clearly not allowed in this circumstance. "not even a hug?" he murmured as if it was the worst thing in the world (it most definitely was). but before he knew it, his body turned with ares' direction, leaving him nothing to do but sit. and stick his hands out. "ares kim, if you put a worm in my hand so help me god —"

“how’d you know?” ares was clearly teasing as he spoke, and after a second of just looking at seunggi he was finally reaching into his pocket. his actions were gentle and slow, as to not make the kitten squeak, or spook her. “you have to be gentle.” it was almost as if ares was talking to seunggi, and the cat — not that seunggi would know the latter right off the bat. “this is yours now, baby.” well — maybe ares would like to coparent, because he was selfish and this kitten was adorable. but for all intended purposes she was seunggi’s. “you can open.” he had already sat the kitten down in his hands, gently of course, but he figured giving his fiancé a verbal go ahead would be best.

"ares — it's moving." the feeling of small pads on his hands was enough to have him cringing back and holding his hands away from him, but the second it started moving? he had half a brain not to drop it, but he very well could have! then his eyes opened and —

"oh my god, it's moving." a very brave and original note, quite frankly. one that's met with cute little cat eyes staring right back at him. and he stared and stared and stared with big ole eyes. "wh— who's cat is this?" came his first question, before holding the little thing up to his eyeline. "it's so… cute."

ares watched, and watched. he wasn’t going to look away for anything, actually. and as the other man opened his eyes, as it slowly sunk in what he was holding — god. ares couldn’t stop smiling. “she’s your cat, love.” ares was careful in the way he lowered down to sit on the coffee table, if only so he could keep his eyes on the other man. “she’s very cute — she reminded me of you.” and with that his hand was lifting to pet very gently along her back once or twice. “she’s little — nine weeks. but i got everything —“ only then did he glance away, even if only a second, to look at the many bags. “oh — and she’ll need a name.”

well. as if seunggi could keep him eyes from practically falling out of his head as his gaze shot up to look at the other man. "— mine?!" a cat — ares got him a cat. not only that, but a small one. one that fit in his hands. one that was like, the size of a pebble. and apparently reminded ares of him, which — that could get him emotional any day of the week. and the longer seunggi looked at the little thing, the wetter his eyes got, until his lips were pulling down into a small pout. "for real life?"

ares’ expression softened and he was leaning forward, just enough to be able to cup seunggi’s cheek and slowly drag his thumb across. “yours.” he would reassure the other man as many times as he had to, anything to make him comfortable with the idea of it. “baby,” it was murmured quietly before ares was getting up and moving to be beside his fiancé, with his free hand dropping to his thigh. “are you alright? you don’t mind — i know we never really talked about it but she’s just so sweet.” like seunggi. cute, like seunggi. ares was sure his list could go on and on.

as always, seunggi leaned into ares' touch, even as his eyes fell back down to look at the little kitten in his hands. then ares moved and, well, what was seunggi to do but lean into his frame. "no, no — i don't mind." he would never mind; it was a sweet gift from his sweet softie of a fiancé. but — "i don't— i don't know if i can take care of her, ares." as far as he was concerned, he could only barely take care of himself, and was truthfully just getting by. his head shook quietly, even as his hand lifted to smooth over the small cat's back. "it wouldn't be fair."

“oh, seunggi..” ares murmured it softly as his hand lifted to card through the other man’s hair, eyes gentle as he looked at him. “i think you’re exactly what she needs, and she’s exactly what you need.” love came in all sorts of packages, and ares believed seunggi was a perfect candidate for this kitten. “baby, look at me, mhm?” despite his words ares was wrapping his arm around seunggi to keep him close, his own gaze shifting to the kitten for a moment. “she’s not going to be solely your responsibility, i’m here. i’m always here. just like you help with poppy. yeah?” even as simple as giving the bunny a carrot, or petting her. now they’d just have a cat in the mix.

seunggi heard ares; he always did. but that didn’t quite mean he believed him. he couldn’t even really bear to look at him when he was asked, just keeping his thumb loosely playing with the kitten’s hair with a small sigh. “but she’s — she’s a baby. this is like, make or break, you know?” his frown only deepened, especially as he moved to sit back a little bit. “and i don’t want to give you more work to do. you already have poppy to take care of and —“ me, but he wisely bit his tongue on that one. “it’s not fair to you, either.”

ares was moving to lean back too, to get comfortable and keep seunggi close. “so what are we naming her?” because she was staying, for more than one reason. two of which involved ares wanting her, and the simple fact that he would never, ever, return a pet to the store. “its going to be okay, baby. she’s not going to turn into some big burden — besides, i already trained poppy to use a littler box. i can do it again.” they could do it again. fingers crossed it went smoothly. “i got a few collars for you to pick from — kinda assumed we could just use the others for poppy.” was added with a squeeze to seunggi’s thigh, and then a pause — “you look like you’re afraid you’re going to break her.”

“you don’t understand,” seunggi murmured under his breath, and it was fine, really — he couldn’t expect him to know if he wasn’t willing to tell him. he wasn’t worried about the cat becoming a burden; he was worried about himself becoming one. first it was everything with his relapse, then his dad’s passing, then finding out he’s unable to take care of something as simple as a cat —

“because i am,” he answered simply, moving to place the small animal in ares’ lap instead. “i’m serious, ares. i’m— i’m not sure about this.”

yeah, ares didn’t understand — and it was getting more and more obvious. enough so that ares’ brows furrowed some, mind racing to try and piece it together. “help me understand then, baby. please.” he was always ready to listen, to try and understand what might be going on in seunggi’s head. but then the cat was in his lap, and those words filled the air. so, yeah — maybe he would be taking a pet back to the shelter. ares might cry, but this was seunggi’s home too, not just his. “okay — uh,” his hand dropped to pet her gently, eyes glued to the cat as she did a little stretch. “you don’t want her?” this was going in the complete opposite direction of what he expected, enough so that he didn’t have it in him to look away from her. “she’ll have to stay the night, they’ll be closed.”

“i don’t want to say it,” he murmured honestly. “i already know what you’re going to say — how you’re going to react.” the words were followed by the heels of his hands digging into his eyes with a soft sigh. “don’t ask me that,” came, too, as did another sigh, this one a little more broken as he realized just how much he was likely upsetting ares. he wasn’t one to turn such soft things away, so to bring one back? god —

it had seunggi’s hands slipping to bury his face in them. “i’m sorry — this is supposed to be a good thing, i’m sorry.”

so — seunggi had something going on in his head that he didn’t want to share. that alone felt like bad news, like his fiancé thought he had to hide himself away. add on the fact that ares was going to have to take this kitten back? he was doing his best to keep himself from breaking down. “i’m sorry — i didn’t even ask you.” ares felt defeated, and sad, as he scooped the baby up carefully and stood, only to urge her right back into his pocket. it made it easier for him to keep track of her and start grabbing the bags — they weren’t going to be going through them, so might as well move them out of the way. save for a few things, of course. a dish for food and water, the food — those things he’d be taking to the bathroom with him once he dug through the bags and found them. “i’m going to put her up in the bathroom.”

“you— you don’t need to ask me, it’s —“ ares could very well do what he liked, whenever he liked. that included taking cats home. and scooping them up. and left seunggi to wallow.

which —

had his brows furrowing, even if only a little bit. he didn’t — he didn’t want to talk about it. ares didn’t want to talk about it. which meant seunggi had upset him badly, and —

well. he couldn’t help but curl in on himself at that, like that’d keep his heart from eating him from the inside, out. he didn’t acknowledge ares’ statement, nor did he plan on it. instead he just — moved to begin to lay down on his back. before moving to lay on his side, with his back facing out.

oh, this was bad, wasn’t it? if ares would have imagined even the slightest bad thing might come out of this he never would have done it. and maybe that’s why it hurt so, so bad. he didn’t expect anything to go wrong. it was a total blindside, and now everything just felt off. he didn’t even know how to fix it — there wasn’t a fix, was there? one of them was going to be upset, and he would much rather it be him over seunggi. which meant taking the kitten back, even if it might actually kill him. tomorrows problem, though. for now? he was too busy putting the few things he grabbed down. a simple toy, her dishes. the food. ares set it all up so she could move around freely, and then he himself was getting comfortable. not many places to do it, which is why he was sinking into the tub with ease. made it easier to watch her, to play with her — he did have to help her in eventually, but he didn’t mind. not when it left her falling asleep on his chest where he could continue to pet her until he himself passed out too.

seunggi wasn’t entirely sure at what point he fell asleep, which — was probably for the best. all he could remember was trying to keep himself from sobbing where he laid on the couch and making the ache setting in behind his eyes that much worse.

the ache was still there when he woke up, but he only really chalked it up to feeling groggy, which — a new couch will do that to you, he guessed. his hands rubbed at his eyes as he moved to sit up, trying to take in his surroundings. and the sight of one back left behind brought back the events of the night before, and his heart practically imploded in his chest all over again.

and where his first move should’ve been to see ares, to make things right, he had to make sure the kitten was okay, didn’t he? left alone in the bathroom — it was kind of a miracle he hadn’t heard her meowing up a storm at all. his footsteps were quiet as he began down the hall. one hand scratched at his hair once the other fell to push open the door. and —

oh.

…oh.

it was hard to not be endeared by the sight of ares laying in the tub, kitten pulled close to his chest. but the sting in seunggi’s heart wiped it all away — the fact that they were here, and not in bed. with seunggi, like how ares likely would’ve wanted. he moved to kneel next to the tub, slowly letting his knees find the ground as one hand lifted to begin slowly carding through ares’ hair. the motion was careful; the last thing he wanted to do was wake him. or the kitten.

if ares would have been laid out in bed, the hand in his hair might have went unnoticed. or at least it wouldn’t have woken him as quickly. considering the tub wasn’t half as comfortable as their bed, it really didn’t take long at all for him to start to rouse. a hand moved first — not much, just from his lower stomach to, what, his upper stomach? more just a twitch, really. and then there was a slight turn of his head, a shift in his breathing, and soon after his eyes were blinking open. or trying too — he closed them not long after the first few flickers. “mhm?” it was soft as his hand moved again, this time to the warm little ball on his chest. and that’s when ares managed to get his eyes open again, head tipping to glance down as he stifled a quiet yawn. “i didn’t mean to fall asleep —“

“that’s okay,” seunggi hummed, his body turning to let his other arm lean on the edge of the tub. only then did he let his head rest, tilting a bit to the side as he watched ares come to. “i should’ve taken you to bed. m’sorry.” he’ll probably be all over him within the hour about giving him a massage to get whatever tweaks in his back out. for now, though, he continued twirling the man’s locks between his fingers before opting to scratch gently at his scalp. “how’s muffin doing, mm?”

seunggi shifted, and so did ares. mostly just to push himself up a little, the action doubling as a bit of a stretch. the slight commotion of ares moving, of their voices, was more than enough to get the kitten’s little head lifting with a pitiful meow — adorable, really. “we can still go to bed.” or — what time was it? another shift, careful of the kitten, to look at the time on his wrist. jesus. god, it’s tomorrow. it’s morning — “m’fine,” the first knee jerk answer. he was fine. less fine as the previous night rushed back but — muffin? seunggi has never called him muffin, and frankly ares wasn’t sure — “what?”

well — maybe seunggi should’ve expected that one. but he didn’t, and so he couldn’t help the small smile that slipped onto his features as ares’ answer settled. “cute,” he murmured under his breath — surely would’ve been a nickname now if not reserved for —

“muffin,” seunggi repeated, his hand falling to carefully brush along the kitten’s head just as slowly as he had ares’. “you said she needed a name. and i thought muffin would be okay?” his brows lifted a little with the question. “she kind of looks like one, i think. i could eat her up like one, too.”

the moment seunggi was petting her head, she was pushing up onto all four paws to push into his hand. given, ares own hand lifted too, simply to make sure the kitten didn’t go tumbling down his torso. he was shifting again so he was finally sitting up and moving to put her down, features slightly confused as he watched seunggi. “muffin…” ares would give her to seunggi but he was assuming the little thing might be hungry, or thirsty. or maybe she wants to pee on the floor, who knows. ares would prefer the litter set up he had going — basically just a puppy pad. but as long as it wasn’t his chest he really didn’t care. “she does kind of look like a muffin.” ares let her paws hit the floor and a small smile appeared as he watched the first wobbly step or two — maybe she wasn’t fully awake yet. “are we, uh — keeping her?” why else would seunggi name her?

"just a little," he hummed, his attention shifting to ares once he got his fill of their new little bambi. and just as easily, his hand lifted to let his fingers sort through the man's hair once more, even if his gaze grew a little sad with the question. "i'd never expect you to return something you want, a. especially a kitten," seunggi murmured, his fingers patient as one dipped to smooth along his fiancé's cheek. "of course we're keeping her. i want to keep her."

this should be happy news, and it was — but ares couldn’t bring himself to fully embrace it yet. he did, however, turn his cheek into the other hand some. “you’re sure? you’re not just saying that? because i —“ his gaze drifted back to the kitten that had went face first into her water. alright, yeah, maybe he was starting to feel the happiness of getting to keep her flow. “you don’t have to do anything but love her, you know. like training her, and everything.. if that’s what scared you.” ares would do it all, and happily so. even if he did kind of feel like a child trying to negotiate getting a puppy.

“i’d never just say anything to you,” seunggi returned easily, and while that wasn’t entirely true, he’d never lie about something like this. seunggi’s head shifted uncomfortably as ares continued, though, until his cheekbone was digging into his forearm. “it’s not, like, the training her, or anything. just —“ his eyes flickered to ares’ chest, where his gaze would stay. “i don’t feel very reliable right now, is all.” with anything, really. what, with their wedding pushing back, the prospect of kids, their new place — there was only so much he could handle, and he was scared to take on more, for fear of letting the love of his life down. “i shouldn’t have acted the way i did yesterday. i’m sorry.”

ares listened, and patiently so. even if he was moving to slowly make his way out of the tub. he might have to lay flat for a minute or two, but he was still listening and paying full attention. “she’s shouldn’t be the hardest thing to care for. just gotta play with her when she’s awake.” basically, right? aside from training her not to scratch everything, or leave messes for them to clean up. but again, ares was willing to do all of it. he was here for her, and poppy, and seunggi. and he adored every second of it. “seunggi,” his voice was soft as he came to sit beside the other man now that he was freed from the bathtub, one hand reaching for his fiancés. “you mean the world to me, i never want to upset you.” or make him question his reliability. or shock him with a gift to the point of a breakdown, apparently. “i am not expecting you to be at your hundred percent. you’ve been through so much, love.” even if he hadn’t been through such traumatic things, ares wouldn’t fault him for being less than himself. unreliable, if that’s how seunggi wanted to put it. “i’m your support when you need it, that’s how this works.” it goes both ways, but he didn’t think that had to be said.

"it's alright — it's not like you did it on purpose, or anything." he answered as he easily handed over his hand, squeezing gently at ares' once it was in his own. it didn't take long for his thumb to begin sliding along the back of his fiancé's hand, doing his best to show him he was listening while he watched the little cat. "it's still not fair to you — i upset you, didn't i? this was supposed to be a good thing, and i ruined it." he muttered the words with a sense of nonchalance, eyes not straying from the kitten once. "even now, i don't feel like i'm doing enough. like i am enough for you." his head tilted down, just in time to let his words muffle into his skin. "i'm sorry."

“and you didn’t upset me on purpose, baby. this was just a big misunderstanding.” the easiest way to put it. the cat spooked seunggi, the commitment of her even. whatever the case, again, ares didn’t fault him. “and i wasn’t upset at you, or with you. hm? it was just — taking her back.” that is what had upset him. not anything else, just the mere idea of having to take her back after he made the commitment. and said commitment was on her way to them, it seemed. or seunggi, if the way she was sniffing at his leg was anything to go by. “hey,” woah, woah, woah. now ares was sitting up a little, putting his full attention on seunggi as he sandwiched the other man’s hand. “don’t say that.” he wouldn’t have it. ares didn’t even want to acknowledge such a statement, if he was honest. “you are enough. you’re what i want — you’re more than enough, more than i could have ever asked for. believe me or not.” and he shrugged a tad while lifting their hands to kiss the back of seunggi’s. “don’t say that. don’t even think it.”

"you wouldn't have had to if it wasn't for me," seunggi murmured, clearly unimpressed with the answer. but it wasn't like it was ares' fault that seunggi couldn't seem to get a grip here. if anything, seunggi appreciated him more than ever for trying to help him out in every which way. it was why he let out a little bit of a sigh with ares' sitting up, his shifting closer — all welcome things, minus the fact that seunggi felt like he was about to get lovingly scolded. "it's the truth, though —" his eyes flickered to where the little kitten seemed intent on pawing at his leg, leaving him using his free hand to poke at the space between her ears. "i told you i'd be better, and i haven't. i feel like every time we take a step forward, i force us to take three back. over things as simple as a cat."

ares wasn’t going to answer that — why? well, she was staying so it didn’t matter anymore. instead he was simply watching seunggi, even if his concern was quickly growing. “but you are better, baby. i see it in you every day.” this wasn’t really a battle ares could win, he didn’t think. it wasn’t his place to try and make seunggi change his mind, to change his opinion on himself. but he could at least make his own thoughts known. “i’m not looking at you and thinking, damn, what a failure. i’m not thinking you’re moving too slow or you’re not getting over things quick enough. seunggi —“ despite the way muffin seemed to be intent on nibbling at seunggi’s fingers, ares didn’t once look away from him. even if it did look a little cute out of the corner of his eye. “i’m looking at you every day and i’m proud, i’m happy. i’ve never once thought we were going backwards.”

“that’s the thing — i know you’re not looking at me like that.” ares was too good for such a thing, wasn’t he? he’d never once judged seunggi for any of the things he’d gone through, for these kinds of episodes. he’d always remained kind, always lent a hand. but — “i can’t shake it. i don’t know what it is.” his lips slowly pulled into a small frown, even if the way muffin continued to chase his tapping fingers around was amusing. “i — i wish i’d never went away. maybe we’d be married, then. normal, still.”

oh — okay. that was good, wasn’t it? it was good that seunggi knew where ares stood, and that his love was never going to waver. that his support would always be offered. but still ares was frowning some as his hands gently squeezed around seunggi’s. “baby,” ares didn’t know how much closer he could get, but he tried. he was fully ready to just pull seunggi into his lap if he had to, but he’d start with just moving a hand to squeeze his thigh instead. “how often do you think that? wishing you could change it?” because it couldn’t be changed. there was no reason to live in the past, just move forward. even if it was cliche. “and i should have come with you. or i should have come sooner. maybe we would be married.” ares wasn’t sure this conversation was going to be a great start to their day, but apparently they were going for it anyway. “i love you, no matter what. no matter what happened, it happened. and we’re here now, and i love you.”

at the question, seunggi’s eyes focused in on muffin, watching as she rolled onto her back to let him scratch lazily at her stomach, but — it was hard to remain nonchalant about this, like it wasn’t something plaguing him more often than he wanted to admit. “every day,” he sighed out, “when i look in the mirror. when you look at me. when we’re in bed at night.” all the time. it was difficult to not think about how things would be different if he didn’t let himself get so worked up — even this, another addition to their little family, would be different! still, his brows furrowed at ares’ words, shaking his head slightly. “you didn’t know.” and that was by seunggi’s design, of course. “i don’t like you thinking like that. you couldn’t have known.”

“and there’s nothing i can do to help you?” ares was leaning into the other man more, enough so that a little scoot, a little slouching, and he was letting his head rest against seunggi’s shoulder. only then did his eyes drift to muffin to watch the pair play. “i don’t know … maybe i did know. that something was wrong, at least. i could have tried harder.” asked more questions, left sooner. reached out to someone and have them check. it wasn’t like he didn’t fucking know anyone in south korea. “seunggi,” it was said softly as the hand on the other man’s thigh moved to try tipping his chin and get him looking. which meant ares was moving a little too, even if he had just gotten kind of comfortable. “i don’t — “ he had to take a breath and glance away, just for a second. “it’s not your fault, and it’s not mine. even if we don’t agree with it, it’s true.” not agree in the sense that seunggi thought it was his fault, and ares felt it was his own — they’d never agree.

“i don’t know,” he murmured honestly, his brows furrowing at the thought. “i’d just like you to listen, i guess.” not that ares didn’t do that already — seunggi just wanted to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, you know? though, it turned out his brows would only furrow more at ares continuing. he didn’t like the sound of it, of ares doubting himself — it had him shifting closer to the other man, a sigh of discontent slipping free. “ares, you were halfway around the world. there was nothing you could’ve done, or any way for you to know.” seunggi was going to die on that hill, quite frankly. he couldn’t expect ares to be around to save him from himself all the time, nor should he. so to hear that ares was beating himself up over it? he was almost on the verge of tugging his fiancé into his lap to hold. seunggi let another sigh slip free as he let his head tip as ares wanted, lifting his head a little to look at him once and for all. “i’m sorry. for leaving you in the tub.” seunggi murmured, though his apology was for much, much more.

“do you —“ ares was blinking, brows furrowed as he thought it over for a second. thought about what he wanted to say and how he could say it. “you feel like i don’t listen to you?” it was murmured quietly, as if trying to figure it out himself. to figure out what he could do better, and how they could be better together. “or do you want me to just … let you talk and simply listen.” as in shut his trap — though that might feel disingenuous on his end. like not doing anything at all would translate into him not caring. and that was far from the case. “did you know i was in the tub? i didn’t know i was in the tub.” or, ares did. but he hadn’t had any intention on sleeping in it, so. that was the last thing ares would push onto seunggi’s plate. “how would you feel…” once more ares was letting his head land on seunggi’s shoulder and looked back to muffin, his smile soft as he watched the cat seem to get comfortable on seunggi’s lap. “about therapy? not like — couples therapy or anything. but us, together.” wasn’t that couples therapy? he didn’t mean it in the sense of they needed help. but maybe they needed someone else to listen? or maybe he was being stupid, ares didn’t know.

“no —“ seunggi was quick to shoot up at that, moving with an energy that you’d think he’d never had in his life. “nononono, that’s not what i meant, baby.” it was seunggi’s turn to reach for ares’ hands, leaving the kitten to fend for herself for a minute. “i know you listen to me, i do. and i do appreciate your trying to help,” he answered, his voice growing more genuine and less shaky as he went on. “just… sometimes i don’t think things can be helped, you know? not everything can be solved right away. sometimes i just need an ear.” and while that wouldn’t always be the case, he’d certainly feel less like a burden plaguing ares’ life. “mm, no,” seunggi’s head shook, his lips pressing into a line. “i was on the couch — i thought you were in bed.” one arm lifted to wrap around ares’ shoulders, just as they always did, before his hand began to ruffle through the man’s hair. “i think it could help,” seunggi answered quietly, his hand taking ares’ to nudge him into petting muffin where she laid. “i haven’t been in a while, which — probably shows,” he snorted under his breath. “i’d like it if it’d help us avoid things like this. and you in tubs.”

his hands were squeezing seunggi’s when given the chance, eyes on him to show he was hearing what was being said. and it was a relief to hear, truly it was. ares listened well enough, he just had to work on communicating? and when not to — well. not exactly. just when not to talk so much. or offer solutions. that’s what seunggi meant, right? not everything had a solution, at least not right away. “okay — okay.” ares nodded a bit, though he knew he would need a little help there. at least until he got the hang of it? if it was something he was good at it wouldn’t have been said right now, so, he thought it was safe to assume he’d have to learn his way around it. “i wouldn’t have left you on the couch.” seunggi would have had to come to bed, or ares would have been on the floor under him. so. ares’ eyes stayed on muffin as he pet her, the actions gentle to avoid waking her up. “maybe we could go once a week, or something? whatever feels right.” once a week, biweekly — monthly. as long as they went, and as long as they had some sort of routine with it.

"that's okay," seunggi hummed, taking his turn to let his head fall to the other man's shoulder. "it wasn't bad." he was careful as he moved to press his nose gently into his fiancé's neck, obviously not looking to wake the kitten, either. but that didn't mean he wouldn't wiggle to get as close as possible, his thumb dragging along the back of ares' knuckles. "once a week'd be okay." a lot could happen in a week, right? a lot could happen in eight hours, as made obvious by their little fiasco. so the more often they got the chance to unload, the better. he sighed into ares' neck, nosing just a little bit deeper with the sound. "i don't think i was put together right."

ares let his eyes stay down on their hands, of which were wrapped tight around seunggi’s as he listened — even if it meant he stopped petting muffin. she was sleeping, it was fine. “and at least once a month.” because things changed — they could get too busy to go, or maybe they go twice in a single week. whatever the case, it wouldn’t matter. not as long as they tried. “i don’t think that’s true.” ares was turning his head to let his lips press against whatever part of seunggi he could. “i just think you’re human like the rest of us. i wish it was easier for you. i —“ ares wished he was enough, honestly, but here they were. “i love you with all my heart.”

well. at least someone thought so — seunggi found his eyes closing in disbelief at the words before letting out another huff of a breath, this one more tired. "i don't like being human if this is what it's like," he murmured carefully, his honesty flowing freely now, even if he'd probably come to regret it later. still, his arms wound tightly around ares' waist, clinging to him just as tightly. "i love you with all of mine."

[l1tw1ck]

Obsessions & Perversions

FTM!Camboy!Heizou x Top!Male Reader

Request

Warnings: Rough Sex, Cuddling

Words: 747

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Heizou's had his eye on you ever since he first met you. You were both aiming to be detectives so you shared a lot of classes.

It got to the point where he'd deliberately go to gatherings where he knew you'd be. When he streams, he thinks of you. He's smart enough not to moan your name, even though he doubts you watch him.

Little did he know, you do watch him. You're one of his top supporters. You have no idea that it's Heizou you're watching. Although, you did end up finding out you go to the same college.

"Do I have a crush? Yeah, it's actually crazy how much I like him." Heizou laughs. "I'll never have a chance with him though...He probably doesn't even remember my name."

"What's he like? Well.." Heizou moves back, fingers snaking their way down to his cunt. Heizou describes your personality and all your cute little quirks, moaning while he talks about you.

The thought of Heizou masturbating to you and watching you makes you so goddamn horny. "Fuck.."

You have to find out who he is, one way or another.

You donate 200 Mora: You should talk to him, you never know what could happen

"Thanks for the 200 Mora, (Username), you know what? I will." Heizou agrees. "Gods, I just want him to ram his cock inside me."

Your dick twitches after hearing that.

His viewers all send him encouragement, one supporter suggests bringing you on stream when you start dating.

"I don't know~ mm, he might not be into that." Heizou fingers himself. "We'll see.."

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The next day, you wait patiently for your favorite camboy to talk to you. Every time a guy comes up to you, you get excited but soon realize they're not the guy you're looking for.

Heizou eventually gains the courage to talk to you. "Hi...I'm kinda interested in you.." Heizou twiddles his thumbs. "Could I have your number?"

You say his username out loud, recognizing his voice. Heizou steps back, surprised.

"Uhm- I.."

He's too responsive for it not be him. "I love your stuff. I was so damn excited to find out you like me."

He blushes. "Really?"

"Yeah, I'd love to get closer to you." You smirk. "I always thought you were kind of cute, too bad I never talked to you until now."

"Wait...so...you watched that whole stream yesterday?" Heizou remembers everything he said about you.

"Mhm. I was the one who suggested you talk to me. Gods, the thought of seeing you and actually being able to indulge in all my fantasies of you made me insane."

"Then...can I come over?" Heizou smiles cutely.

"I'd love that."

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"You're...a lot bigger than I imagined." Heizou looks at your dick in awe.

"You really thought so little of me?" You joke. "You've taken bigger dildos, you'll do just fine." You move onto the bed, towering over Heizou.

Heizou blushes, still embarrassed over the fact that you've seen his streams. "Still...it's real."

"Didn't you want me to ram my cock in you?" You tease.

Heizou bites his lip and nods.

"So relax, I won't be too rough. Unless you want me to." You kiss him softly, running your hands along his body.

"Mm~" Heizou whimpers. "Yes...be rough." He looks up at you.

You smirk. "Of course." You ease yourself into him and giving him time to adjust before fucking into him.

"Oh fuck~!" Heizou moans, wrapping his arms and legs around you. "Yes- Fuck-"

"Shit— you feel so good-" You nip at his neck. "Heizou~"

Heizou moans your name, begging for you to fuck him harder. You flip him over and lift his ass up, drilling your dick even further into his pussy.

He chants 'yes' over and over, crying from how good it feels. "Com- coming~!"

You roll your head back, loving the way Heizou's cunt feels as he comes on your dick. You fuck him through the aftershocks, getting closer to your own release.

"Fuck- M' close."

"In- inside m- me~ please~!" Heizou moans.

"Shit— okay-" Your movements become uneven as you spill your cum into his awaiting pussy.

You pull out, trying your best not to get hard from seeing your cum dribble out his cunt. You flip him over and look at his cute flushed face.

He pulls you down and wraps his arms around you. "Can we...stay like this?"

"Yeah, of course." You hold him closer.

[phantasmiafxndom]

Any headcanons for overstimulating omega! Samatoki during his heat? I have a feeling he’d be relentless and want to keep going even when he’s so sensitive it hurts…

• Samatoki gets desperate in the way where he doesn't know his limits. When he's in Heat, too aroused to think straight, it really does feel like he needs to come four times, at least, maybe, just to clear his head, and he doesn't realize that demanding that many orgasms is a bad idea. He'll snap at you when you try to tell him to take it easy (and clumsily struggle to get himself off if you won't help), and he's so rude about it that, well, you wind up sorely tempted to give him exactly what he's asking for.

• The first time, he's snapping at you to hurry the fuck up and make him come. If you don't have at least three fingers in him within the first two minutes, he's dragging your hand where he wants it and growling all kinds of empty threats. His orgasm hits him in no time once you find the right angle, though, and after that, the oversensitivity kicks in hard and fast. As soon as the aftershocks start to fade, every little brush of contact is entirely too much— at the same time that he's still unsatisfied and frantically aroused. So of course, you can't be done yet.

• After you make him come again, though, with your hand around his slick cock and your fingers crooked in his cunt to press hard against the spot that makes his eyes all but cross, Samatoki isn't quite so demanding. He's so sensitive by then that he'll try to kick you away with a whiny complaint about how it hurts— but he's shaky enough to hold down with ease. Doesn't he remember asking you for more? You both know he won't be satisfied like this, so pin him down by his hips and don't mind how he yelps.

• It doesn't take much longer to make him beg. Everywhere you're touching is painfully oversensitive, but his Heat-charged body is still demanding more. By then, Samatoki is too fucked-stupid to know what he wants. You can't tell if he's begging for you to stop or keep going when he's coming dry on his stomach, with his needy hole still squeezing your fingers like it'd milk a knot.

[imthebadguyyy]

A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

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That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

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As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

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The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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@maxverstappenx @grandestrategia (because you are worth it 🦋💙)

[zoeykallus]

The Clone And The Gray Part 14 – The Comfort Of Love

Tech x Fem!Reader

Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+

Oral recieving and giving/69/ Fingering/ PiV Sex/ Cursing/ Angst

Also: Fluff and Comfort

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Author's comment: Finally, this one was kind of harder than any other chapter, I'm not good at pure fluff and comfort scenarios. But something soothing had to be done, after the last chapter. But knowing me, you shouldn't get too comfortable. Heads up.

On repeat while writing: Awaken Love

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What Happened Before:

Please Stay

Keeping A Secret

The Dark Side

Deep Inside

Perception

No Harm done?

The Abyss Inside Us

Reaping What We Sow

Hate, Bleed, Love

About Saving A Good Man

Aftershock

Secrets Of Pain

To Get This Over With

Part 14 - The Comfort Of Love

A few days had passed. Tech and Crosshair had not said a word about what had happened, to you or anyone else. The Sniper didn't ignore you, but he kept his distance, which you couldn't blame him for, on the contrary, in a way you were grateful for it. But whenever your eyes met, you could see for a fraction of a moment how his stony expression softened and pain flared up behind his eyes. It was awful to see him like that and you felt incredibly bad about it. Part of you wished he would just go back to acting like an asshole.

Tech and you hadn't gotten any closer since the incident, for one thing there was no time and you were practically never alone, and for another thing what had happened was still weighing heavily on you, even if Tech was coping with it a lot better than you were. You cuddled in his bunk at night, but other than that, the interactions between you were rather chaste. On the one hand, it felt like it was better that way at the moment, but on the other hand, you missed the intimacy with him and worried a bit if everything was really still okay between you two.

You were doing your and Tech's laundry when Crosshair suddenly appeared next to you and accidentally startled you.

"Sorry," he mumbled, "Didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't, not really anyway. I was just lost in my own thoughts, didn't expect anyone else to be here" you returned with a nervous laugh.

He nodded and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"In fact, I was looking for you," he finally blurted out.

Blinking, you looked up at the sniper.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. Can we maybe talk in private for a moment?"

You looked around; as far as you knew, everyone was outside.

"We're alone. Shoot", you said and kept folding the clean clothes.

He swallowed, finally clearing his throat, and began, "It's because of what I said when we, you know-"

You nodded hastily, not wanting him to say it, he seemed uncomfortable anyway.

"Do you want to take it back?" you asked almost automatically because you kind of assumed he would.

Crosshair shook his head, looking at you hauntingly.

"No. Why would I do that? It was the truth, it would be cowardly for me to say otherwise, no matter what the circumstances may be."

A shiver ran down your spine. It was still so unusual that he made himself so vulnerable to you.

With a sigh he collected himself and said, "I know you only said it back because you were drugged, you would have said anything to get me to do it.... well you know."

For a moment you closed your eyes, biting your tongue. When you opened them again you said softly, "I didn't mean to hurt you with that."

"I know" he spoke quietly "I just wanted you to know that I understand, that you don't have to feel guilty or like you're in my debt. You're not."

Surprised, you looked up at him.

"That's very considerate of you, but..."

Crosshair suddenly came closer, his lips touching yours, gently, almost tentatively. A simple, chaste kiss.

His voice was husky and low as he said, still very close to your face, "I'm sorry, I had to have that one kiss. Don't worry, I won't ask for more".

You felt your face and ears get hot as he turned and walked away.

The repairs of the Marauder had taken longer than expected, it took days until Tech finally had some more time for you. But at last you found yourselves on the way to one of the abandoned old temples. He had promised you that you would explore the planet together, looking at ruins and abandoned temples. Tech, as always, kept his word. He had the equipment he might need in his backpack, including a filter mask for you, in case you got near that particular type of flower again.

It was still beautiful and wild out here, but by now you were looking around much more carefully, paying closer attention to what you were touching. You followed Tech to one of the temples, not too far from the Marauders' landing site.

"Do you know anything about these temples?" you asked curiously as you stopped in front of the large stone structure.

"Not much," Tech admitted "They've never really been investigated or studied, until now anyway"

You smirked.

"So maybe we're the first to take a closer look? I mean, since the builders left"

Tech made a vague hand gesture, "Probably, but I'm not sure. There are no publicly available records, that doesn't necessarily mean no one has ever been here. In fact, I think it's very unlikely that we're the first. Still, we don't have to let that take away our sense of adventure, Cyare."

You chuckled. He knew how much you wanted to discover and he was fully prepared to give you that pleasure, sweet as he was.

You looked at the strange old stone wall and shuddered.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know," you admitted, "Somehow there's something sinister about this place."

Tech raised his eyebrows.

"Really? It must be some kind of force thing, I can't sense anything, neither can my scanner"

Curious, you muttered, "Maybe the builders were force sensitive."

"Possible. There are many accounts of different cultures that were not so dissimilar to the Jedi. However, I don't know if there were any here," Tech explained.

It was good to spend time with him again, you had missed that very much.

He took his helmet and put it on.

"Let's go see."

You entered the temple through a broken gate. Behind it was a large open room with a high ceiling, from which several corridors branched off.

"I have a feeling we should be careful, the corridors are probably like a maze" you surmised.

Tech nodded in agreement, "I was just thinking the same thing."

You stepped a little further into the room as Tech cleared his throat behind you.

"Cyare?"

You turned to him questioningly.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"I was wondering if we could, maybe, spend some time after exploring?"

"Of course, I'd love to," you answered him with a delighted smile.

He returned the smile and said, "I have prepared something, very early this morning, while you were still asleep."

You looked at him in surprise and wanted to know, "What did you prepare?"

He laughed softly, "It's supposed to be a surprise. More or less. We've had very little time alone lately, so I thought we could, maybe sleep outside the Marauder, just the two of us."

Your ears and face suddenly grew warm.

"That sounds tempting. I really missed that, spending time alone with you. Don't get me wrong, your brothers are great, Omega too. It just lacks some privacy every now and then."

He nodded with a knowing smile, "I know, that's the reason for the surprise, I'm sure you'll like it"

You made your way deeper into the temple, through narrow corridors, large rooms, small halls. The deeper you went, the cooler it seemed to get. The air seemed to hum, but maybe you were just imagining it. Tech didn't hear it when you asked him about it.

"I can't help but feel something is off about this place," you let him know nervously.

Tech turned around to face you.

"Why? What do you mean?"

"You don't seem to hear it or feel it, but there's something going on here."

When you saw the writing behind him on the wall, you knew what it was too. You walked past him and shined your flashlight on the engraved partially faded characters. Tech stepped closer and looked at what you found.

"That explains a lot," you muttered.

"Does it? Do you know the language?" he asked, surprised.

You nodded with a sigh, "I can't translate it, but it's clearly the language of the Sith. This is a temple of the dark side, an ancient temple. What I sense are probably residual essences, maybe even artifacts, holocrons, things like that."

"Oh, that would suggest the Massassi were Sith."

"Yeah, almost looks like it"

He looked at you questioningly "What do you think? Should we still go on?"

You shook your head.

"No, I remember too well how the holocron felt when Thrawn forced me to open it. Imagine there's a stronger source than a holocron in here somewhere, or a room full of holocrons, or something like that.... I think we better call this off. Maybe Ahsoka will agree to accompany us some day, I would feel more comfortable if I had a real Jedi with me. I honestly don't trust myself to handle this alone, at least not yet."

Tech nodded in understanding.

"Better safe than sorry," he agreed.

Tech's surprise was a tent. But that wasn't all, he had prepared a safe fireplace, some food, wine and a holoprojector to watch movies with you.

You beamed happily at him.

"This is wonderful Tech! What a great idea!"

His smile made his face light up.

"You really like it?"

"Are you kidding? I love it!" you chuckled.

The spot Tech had chosen was on the bank of a gently murmuring river. All around were huge trees, but far enough away from the fireplace.

In the distance, you could see forested mountains towering above the rest of the surroundings. It was still relatively early in the day, the sun was shining and bathed the scene in warm light.

Tech spread a blanket in front of the tent in the grass on the bank of the river and took out a box. The box contained various fruits, many of which you did not know.

"I have studied information about this planet and collected edible fruits that grow here," he explained and held out one of the fruits, a crimson ball as big as your fist.

He even had chocolate and a bottle of your favorite wine.

You sensed that there was something else, something was on his mind.

He took the red fruit from the box again, pulled a knife from his belt and cut a piece out of it, the flesh of the fruit was almost as red as the skin.

"Open your mouth for me Cyare," he teased and gently pushed the piece of fruit over your lips.

The taste immediately spread into your mouth at the first touch of your tongue. A delicious freshness, sweetness, tingling, sensual.

"How does it taste?" he asks.

"Sexy," you giggled.

"It tastes like you?" he quipped.

You gave him a gentle kiss and let him taste the fruit from your lips. He sighed with relish.

When your lips broke away from his again, he said, "We definitely need to do more of this today."

You nodded in agreement with a cheeky smirk.

"I can sense that you have something on your mind. Would you like to tell me what it is?" you asked cautiously.

The look he gave you seemed strangely caught, but he smiled shyly. How could he always be so damn cute?

"That's right. I wanted to ask you something, something that is very important to me."

Whatever it was, it didn't make you nervous at all for some reason, because the way he looked at you was so adorably loving and shy, it couldn't be anything bad. In the Force you could feel that he was excited, but at the same time he radiated pure happiness.

With a smirk you said: "Tell me".

"I wanted to wait for the right moment, but I think this moment is quite appropriate"

Tech looked into your eyes all at once more serious than before.

"Will you enter into the bond of union with me and become my wife?"

Your heart was beating up to your throat, not out of fear, but out of joy. It took a moment until you found your voice again.

"You want to marry me?" you asked cautiously not sure if this was real.

Tech nodded with an expectant look.

Heat rose to your face and you had to grin.

"Yes," finally came out of your mouth.

"Yes? Really?" he asked nervously.

"Yes, I want to be your wife," you confirmed, still beaming.

Tech literally rushed over the box of fruit, immediately wrapped his arms around you and pushed you to the floor on the blanket kissing you.

You were torn between arousal and amusement, had to giggle in between, but let him only too gladly have his way with you.

You grinned as he greedily kissed your neck and murmured "My wife". His lips wandered languidly, tenderly up to your ear, just before he nibbled playfully on your delicate earlobe.

A devoted sigh came from your throat, your legs and arms wrapped almost automatically around his, lean, trained body. But you made an unwilling noise and when he looked at you, you showed him a pout.

He blinked and adjusted his goggles.

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

Why did this wonderful man always assume he had made a mistake?

"No, your armor is just so hard and uncomfortable."

"You usually like it when I keep the armor on," he spoke in surprise.

"Not today darling, I want you completely naked today, I want to feel you on my body, my husband", you let the words roll suggestively from your tongue.

His ears turned red and his eyes darkened, pupils dilated. That you called him husband seemed to have a great effect.

Tech nodded, "I'd be happy to, my love, but only if you let me undress you too."

Hardly needed more words, little by little the covers fell, yours and his. Until you lay completely naked on the bank of the river on the spread blanket. Tech kissed you feverishly, his lips were hot and lustful, his tongue nimble and demanding in your mouth. He lay on top of you, your limbs intertwined, his hard erection pressed against your bare skin.

"I missed this so much!" he breathed in arousal.

"Me too"

Your hands wandered over his bare skin, tracing every muscle. He was so beautiful. And he loved you with body and soul, not afraid to show it to you again and again. There was nothing better than to be with him, nothing.

He thrusts his hips against yours, rubbing his erection against your wet folds and dragging his cock along it. The friction was delicious. His mouth began to move along your body, slowly downward. Tech placed open mouthed kisses down your neck, your collarbone, the base of your breasts.

Quietly, sensual and lost in his loving touches, you moaned his name.

Tech caressed the tender flesh of your breasts, with lips, tongue and teeth. Your buds stood up, hard and inviting. His lips immediately closed around it, sucked playfully, he tongued stimulating over the sensitive skin, making you moan again.

After a while he moved further down, with every touch the heat inside you rose, gathering between your thighs where he finally arrived.

With a gentle kiss on your mons veneris, he let you shiver expectantly. Tech's tongue pressed on your moist folds, with a wide stroke he drove along your femininity, the tip of his tongue alternately teased your entrance and your swollen clit.

Your fingers ran through his hair as his tongue sank into you, making your hips jerk up. He chuckled into your pussy, taken by your reaction.

"Tech wait! I'd like to try something. But you'll have to lie on your back to do it."

His head popped up between your legs with a grin.

"Do you want to sit on my face? I like that idea"

"Not only that, come I'll show you" you urged him.

He complied with your request.

As he lay on his back, you climbed over him, your legs spread over his head, upside down. He was surprised at first, but then gave you a gentle kiss on your clit, making you shiver.

"What are you doing?" he wanted to know.

But he quickly realized what you had in mind as you bent your upper body down and covered his balls and shaft with gentle kisses.

Tech moaned, "Oh I see.... Mesh'la that's a really good idea"

One of your hands grabbed the base of his grithy cock while your tongue traveled along its length, finally swirling circles on its tip.

With a guttural grunt, he buried his face in your pussy, taking in your smell and taste. At the same moment that your lips closed around his tip, his tongue ran over your clit and one of his fingers slid into your moist heat. With a deep moan you let his cock deeper into your mouth. He felt the vibration, moaning into your wet folds.

"Fuck... this is way to good", he murmured at your clit.

You hummed in approval, muffled with his cock between your lips.

Your head bobbed up and down, taking him deeper and deeper. His free hand really clawed into your thigh. His thighs trembled and his muscles tightened. Feverishly he sucked on your clit, pushed a second finger into your pussy and pumped, starting to stroke that sweet spot inside you, that had you seeing stars.

You realized you were both close, but finally you heard him stammer hastily, "Wait, wait, wait!"

Surprised, you released him from your mouth.

He sighed with relief.

"I want to cum inside you when you ride me, darling."

When you tried to get up, however, he held you tight.

"Wait Cyare, I want you to cum on my face first".

A yelp came from your mouth as he resumed his ministrations, continuing to pump his fingers in your wet heat and sucking on your clit. Your legs were already shaking. Panting, you braced yourself with your hands on his thighs to keep from falling over.

You mewld his name as the tension in your pussy became almost too intense.

„Cum for me Baby“, he purred against your clit „cum for your man“

With a long drawn out moan, your climax rolled over you in a small tingling explosion that sent hot waves into every corner of your body.

"Oh Tech..." you said almost in a whisper, breathless.

You heard him chuckle and finally spun around when he let go of you, sitting down on his lap so that his shaft was pressed flush against your damp folds.

He wiped his chin and grinned at you.

"Ready to take me inside you, beautiful?"

Playfully you dragged your folds along his shaft, covering his cock with your juices, making him shiver beneath you.

With a nod, you lifted your lap from his, guided his shaft to your pussy, to your entrance and slowly lowered yourself back down onto him. You sighed in contentment, enjoying the divine feeling of him filling you completely, stretching you just right, taking in the sight of Tech's face, pupils wide with pleasure, a moan on his lips. Slowly you began to roll and rock your hips. Every sound that came out of his mouth was a praise or a gentle curse driven by lust.

His deft hands traveled down the sides of your body to your arms and pulled you towards him, he wrapped an arm around you to hold you down you upper body flush with his, the hand of the free arm going into your hair, pressing your head down, your lips to his.

When he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his lips. He didn't let you sit up again, instead, he held you tight and began thrusting his hips up and into you, slowly and gently at first, but soon faster and harder.

He fucked you this way, making you fall apart on him.

There was something about this very tight, sensual and yet through his handling dominant position, that already had you hurtling towards the next climax.

Holding you close to him wtih both arms, he kept pounding into you, both of you covered in sweat by now.

„Tech... I'm close, very close!“, you panted into his neck.

„M-Me too Mesh'la, let go, I got you“

He picked up the pace once more, making you gasp and choke out a moan.

Your walls began to clench around him, as your climax spread with a hot wave through your core, tingling and buzzing.

A high pitched moan, followed by Tech's thrusts beginning to stutter, told you that he was about to cum himself. His cock pulsed inside you, shortly after he filled you with his seed.

The sound was lewd as he kept pumping his shaft a few more times longer inside you. You felt your juices and his dripping from your pussy, onto his balls and onto the blanket beneath you.

A chuckle came out of your mouth, satisfied, happy.

You both lay there like that for a while, while he slowly softened inside you.

"That was beautiful," you said, your face still nestled against his neck, "It was sensual, close and yet you brought a certain dominance to the game. I liked the combination"

Now he was chuckling.

"You planned it just like that, didn't you?" you asked him with an amused undertone.

"Yeah, pretty much," he admitted happily.

"I'm going to be a very happy wife," you whispered softly against his ear, kissing him gently on the shell.

Tech and you used the river to wash up, the water was cold and Tech teasingly made fun of how sensitive you were about it. He even had the nerve to splash you unprepared. He was in a good mood and unusually playful, talking less but seeking much more physical contact than usual. Today everything was a little different, but still quite wonderful.

As the sun slowly set, Tech lit the fire, put out extra logs and opened a bottle of wine for you.

Snacking on fruit, sipping wine, and watching movies, you goofed around, cuddling, teasing, and nagging each other. Both of you were barely paying attention to the movies.

The fire crackled softly in the background as you fell asleep sometime during the night, completely content in Tech's arms.

It wasn't a sound that woke you up, it was a feeling, a feeling that something was wrong. You felt hard stone floor under your body, cold and unyielding. When you opened your eyes, it was still dark, pitch black. There was no fire, but also no moon, no stars. But more importantly, when you felt around you, there was no Tech either.

Were you still in a dream?

It felt far too real to be a dream.

Slowly you straightened up. You couldn't see anything, didn't dare to take a step, because you had no idea where you were.

At first it was silent, you could not hear the river, nor the sounds of the forest. You were definitely not in the same place as before.

A whisper in the silence chased an ice-cold shiver over your back. Strange voices you could not understand, a language you did not know.

"Who is it?" you asked into the whispering silence that made your voice sound unnaturally loud.

Your words seemed to echo from somewhere.

Much to your discomfort, you noticed that you were still wearing only your underwear. Your clothes and your lightsaber still had to be at the tent. But how had you gotten here and where exactly were you?

Flames flared up. Torches, at least a dozen around you, illuminated a stone room. The light of the flames danced ghostly over the letters on the walls. You were in the temple, at least that's what you guessed.

Your heart beat faster. How were the torches lit? You felt that you were not alone.

"Who is there?" you asked again in a trembling voice.

A dark-robed figure emerged from the shadows, it's face hidden under a hood. Who ever it was, he was tall, very tall. Broad shoulders, towering stance.

In a voice so deep and rough that it hardly seemed worldly, he spoke: "It's been a long time since a force sensitive being has strayed here".

You realized that you were standing there only in your underwear and, in a pathetic attempt to hide yourself, put your arms around your body.

"I think I'm lost"

A dark laugh came from under the hood.

"You are indeed. In your sleep, the force that rests here in this temple lured you in when your consciousness was defenseless."

You had the feeling that you had better not anger this person, whoever he was. His presence alone seemed to fill the room and it was overwhelmingly dark.

"I am Y/N. Who are you?"

"I once held the title of Lord, but that was a very very long time ago, well before you were born. My name is Naga Sadow“

The name rang a bell, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"Can you tell me exactly where I am?" you asked cautiously.

He raised his head, the flickering light of the torches revealing the face of a Sith-human hybrid. His flaming eyes seemed to look directly into you.

"Indeed I can. You are standing in my tomb."

Naga Sadow

[willexmagic]

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The thing about Alex being half-dead, but half-alive too, was that now he had to sleep. While this gave Alex plenty of anxiety — "How can I be tired if I'm dead?!" — Willie was quick to try and ease the worries from his mind.

"Come on, hotdog, it's not so bad," Willie teases, leading Alex up to the loft in the studio. It has an air mattress, which wasn't exactly the comfiest place to sleep compared to the pull-out couch, but the latter was already occupied by two other half-alive ghosts; and in Willie's opinion, the cramped but cozy environment was better than even the king-sized beds adorned with pillows in the guest suites at the Hollywood Ghost Club.

"That's easy for you to say," Alex mumbles. "You don't have to do it."

Willie laughs softly, amused by Alex's tone and his small pout as he flops down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with his arms spread wide. Willie lays down on his side, his head tucked into Alex's shoulder, and the other boy turns to look at him in confusion.

"Just thought I'd give you company," Willie says. "You know, so you don't complain about it the whole time."

"I am not- quit that. I know you're laughing at me."

"I'm not laughing."

"Oh yeah?" Alex narrows his gaze. "Then why are you making that face?"

"Because you're pretty to look at." Willie reaches up with one hand and tucks loose strands of Alex's hair behind his ears, watching as his pale cheeks slowly flush into a rosy pink.

"So are you," Alex says quietly, "but if I go to sleep now I won't get to see you."

Willie's hand moves down, poking Alex's nose. "Flattery will get you nowhere. You're exhausted and you need rest and you can look at me all you want tomorrow."

"M'not tired," Alex argues, but Willie can tell it's a lie from the way Alex's blonde eyelashes flutter. Willie's hands move across Alex's face, trailing his eyes, sweeping across his nose to his strong jaw, and brushing his bottom lip, which earns a heavy sigh from Alex as his eyes finally droop closed.

"Go to sleep," Willie whispers.

Alex is some other kind of stubborn, though, which is something Willie has long since realized but was hoping he could fight for long enough to get the boy some rest. He takes Willie's hand as it rests on his chin, peppering kisses down his fingers and across his palm line. Willie shudders out a breath when Alex leaves a particularly tender kiss right on the inside of his wrist, where his veins would be if they still existed and pumped blood normally.

"Hotdog."

Alex flips Willie's hand, kissing each knuckle even with his eyes closed, and Willie thinks his heart jerks back to life just to skip a few beats.

"Alex."

He doesn't listen, his lips brushing the side of his thumb, and Willie wonders if he's going to melt right here in Alex's arms.

"Baby."

And that finally gets Alex stop. Willie thinks it's almost funny how the two of them are — constantly attempting to one-up the other in their shows of affection. But Willie prides himself on knowing exactly when to pull out the trick that will get Alex to pay attention.

Alex's eyes open again as he pulls Willie's hand to his chest. "Hmm?"

"You know I love you and I want what's best for you, right?"

Alex nods.

"And I can tell that you're more tired than you're letting on right now." Willie's gaze trails across Alex's face, taking note of the subtle dark circles and the rings of red around his pupils.

It's why Willie's here, after all.

Willie knows how Alex really feels, despite what he's not saying. He knows the memory of burning pain sinking down Alex's throat keeps him awake at night, that the jolts that used to wrack across his ribs don't exist anymore but the phantom aftershock still lingers, that the anxiety of if I can come back to life, what's next? echoes in Alex's mind.

He also knows that Alex would never voice this aloud, but Willie's presence helps shut that up just a little bit.

Alex lets out a breath, leaning closer to Willie as he rests his chin on top of Willie's head. "Am I that obvious?"

"To me? Yeah," Willie tells him. "Just try it for a little while, okay? I'll be here the whole time."

"Promise you won't go?" Alex mumbles, his eyes closing again, and Willie lets Alex pull him closer to his chest.

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be right now," Willie says.

And it's true. As Alex slowly drifts off, his breathing evening out and his ghostly heartbeat drumming steadily, Willie knows he won't go to sleep like him, but he's just as comfortable laying here next to someone he loves dearly.

[sakuraprompts]

It almost wasn't human, the way he just stood there blankly staring off into space as she ran around doing her medical things he knew nothing about, his maniacal laughter dying down until it finally ceased altogether. He did not resist when she moved his bleeding limb about, nor did he fuss about the tourniquet. The only time he put up a bit of a fight was when she took the hand from him, as he was worried about what she might do with it. Mostly he just watched her, gray-green hues following her every movement, every action, in total amazement.

Sure, he had seen other nurses work before, but those nurses weren't Mikan Tsumiki.

There was just something about the way she tended to a wound that was absolutely mesmerizing. She was so clearly in her element, completely confident in this one single aspect of her life. And no wonder she was. After all, no matter what trauma she faced.. whatever abandonment she endured.. nursing, hospitals, medical equipment, people in need of treatment.. Those things were a constant. Something she could always rely on being there for her. Maybe that was why as he watched her stop his bleeding, not so much tenderly but more so calculated and clinical, he was forced to acknowledge his cheeks warming up once more. Even after all of this, he just couldn't resist basking in the glow of someone so talented paying attention to him. Using that talent on him.

Oh, it made his heart swell..

Other things probably would have swelled too had it not been for all of the blood he'd just lost..

Nothing but shallow, ragged breaths came from him for several minutes. Every time he opened his mouth to respond to her vicious, attention seeking words, he would close it again. Nothing he could say would be harsh enough. Or gentle enough. Perhaps he should just roll with whatever he feels inside, throwing caution to the wind. They would never get anywhere if he wasn't totally honest with her. He was holding back..

Adrenaline dying off, Nagito was finally hit with the reality of what he'd just done. It hadn't hurt as badly as the first time but even so, the aftershock was jarring. He was forced to retreat back to the hospital bed on shaky legs and sit down. Blood from his clothes smeared on the sheets, leaving rust colored streaks.

"Ah!" He gasped in pain, trying to adjust into some sort of sitting position that was comfortable without moving his arm. At this point, he wasn't worried about whether his words upset her or not. He was feeling woozy and unstable, shaky and in so much pain. "Why do you want me to despise you so bad, huh?" Another sharp hiss of pain escaped him, fueling his irritation. "You get off on that, don't you? Some people are into that kinda thing, I guess. I mean.. I get it. I've been there.. but you.. you're a little too hardcore, even for me." He chuckled grimly. Part of him wanted to comfort her, but she just.. didn't seem to understand it. He wished she would tell him more. About her past. About how she came to be this way. Because.. in this particular instance, it wasn't all Junko's fault. No. The nurse was always like this, just not this open about it before.. not this.. shameless.

"Look," he started, flopping backward to lie down on the bed now. It was easier to say this next part without looking at her. The lights in here were interesting. He would talk to them instead. "Get rid of it if you want. Its not like I'd be able to stop you. I'm still doomed to feel this way about you regardless." He didn't know what to say to make her calm down again. Of course he wanted this baby, but him wanting it seemed to make her want it less.

"No matter what you do, it won't change reality. Junko Enoshima is dead. You and me made that baby. Whether it lives or dies, its ours, and she can never take that from us. Even if at one time we wanted it to be for her, its up to us how we raise it. She's too dead to sink her skanky little claws into our child, and if there is an afterlife and somehow she can see what we're doing, she'd be rolling in her damn grave watching us raise the child we made for her to be the ultimate hope.. the ultimate killer of despair."

Nagito felt ashamed of it, but he would be lying to himself if he denied that he had felt a genuine urge to just grab Mikan by the throat to shut her up. It shook him to his core, that he could even possibly be capable of that sort of action now, and to the woman who was currently pregnant with his child on top of it all. Even the briefest mention of that sick, twisted bitch left him dangerously teetering on the line between hope and despair, and Mikan was encouraging it.

Then came the jealousy. Boiling deep inside him like he was a volcano about to erupt.

So it was true. The realization brought him some relief. It really wasn't his fault. Sure, he'd had his problems. His self loathing. His obsessive behavior. His ability to make people uncomfortable in his presence. But he was a good person. At the very least, he was neutral, not evil.

It was Mikan's fault.

It was Junko Enoshima's hypnosis plot that had turned him into a monster. A servant to despair. A pet.

That wasn't what he wanted. It never was. He just thought he did. Even in despair, he still hated Junko. His forced devotion to her left him feeling disgusted and vengeful, even then. He was forced to go along with her every whim.

The bitch who killed sweet Chiaki. The demon who traumatized all of his friends, possibly for life. Who used their talents to do despicable things.

Yes, he was confused. But he had no doubt in his psychosis addled mind that he had absolutely nothing but bitter hatred for Junko and everything she stood for.

Mikan, on the other hand..

"You just don't get it." His voice was cold, callous, coming out in a low shaky growl through lips that were pressed into a tight line to try and keep them from quivering. "I mean, why would you? You were in love with her before you even knew what was coming, weren't you? How could you possibly resist, even after you knew? With how hopeless you are."

He should really stop. There may not be any coming back from this. But he had wanted to say these things for so long, and his brain and mouth were working together against him, too fast for his basic common sense to catch up.

"I loved you." He growled. "I loved you before I even knew she existed. I've been taking care of my own injuries my whole life thanks to how my luck works. Did you really think I needed to be in the nurses office every day? No. I just wanted to see you outside of class. To get some time alone with you. Even after you brought despair upon all of us." He was about to start crying at this point. "It was you. You set her sights on us. You directly contributed to Chiaki Nanami's horrific death. You are despicable. You don't deserve this second chance at life that the Future Foundation worked so hard to give you."

Here came the tears, dribbling down his cheeks. He tried and failed to keep his voice steady.

"I despise you. And I love you. So much." He took a slow, shaky breath. In.. out..

"You wanted a despair baby. You begged me to fuck you. And how? How could I say no? I wanted you for so long, and I.." more shaky breaths. "I finally had my chance, and I was too full of despair to not be selfish. You wanted it so badly. You did it for her. I did it for you."

He swallowed thickly, taking a moment to let another tear fall before speaking again.

"Just like I'm about to do this for you."

Nagito ignored her, crossing the room to where the cabinets were. He opened and closed a few drawers, desperately searching with an urgency he had never felt before. Finally, he found what he needed in a locked cabinet that he had to break open with a few well placed kicks. Why was this even here? It was like the universe was egging him on.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

Nagito was happy to oblige.

Perhaps a meat cleaver wasn't the best or cleanest option, but he didn't care. He didn't even think. He just ripped the glove off of Junko's hand, placed its wrist on the countertop and slammed the blade down on it with as much force as possible.

It didn't do the trick the first time. Or the second. Or the third. But Nagito was the one laughing now. Insane, loud, exuberant laughter that echoed through the halls of the hospital even though the room they were in was closed off. There was no ecstasy quite like this. Blood spattering all across the walls, counter, cupboards, his own face and clothes. Every slam of the cleaver into his wrist was orgasmic. This thing was finally coming off. It was so cathartic he didn't even care that when he turned to face Mikan, severed hand held in the air by his real hand like a trophy, he was profusely bleeding from his wrist. The smile on his face was one to rival even the nurses eeriest grin.

[twhstuckylover]

Wild Party

SUMMARY: Clark is making you go to a party that you don’t want to go to, but the party turns out better than you thought it would.

WARNING: Unprotected sex

A/N: This is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! I hope you all enjoy this! Let me know what you think of it! Thanks for reading!

WORD COUNT: 1770

PAIRING: Clark Kent x Female reader

RATING: 18+ (smut)

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Clark is making you go to another party that Bruce Wayne is throwing. Most of the time you’re all game to go and have a good time, but not this time. You’re dreading this one though. You’re not in the mood to go to it. Plus, you haven't had a quiet night at the house in a couple of weeks now with Clark and it’s beginning to piss you off. You just want to stay at home and relax in his arms.

You’re getting ready in the bathroom when Clark walks up to you. He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your cheek. “You look nice, Y/N.”

“Thank you” You turn around in his arms and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Are you sure we have to go to this, Clark? Can’t we stay in tonight?”

“Yes, we have to go. I don't want to piss off Bruce for not going.”

You pout a little bit. “He never notices that we’re there when we go to these lame parties.”

“Yes, he does. You know he does too. So, please don’t fight with me on this.  We’re only going there for a couple of hours then we can come home.”

“Fine then.”

He kisses you tenderly. “I’ll make it up to you, baby. I promise you.”

You give him a small smile. “You better, Kent, or I’ll be the one pissed at you.”

He chuckles, ”You won't be mad at me after tonight.”

”I’ll be the judge of tonight. Plus, you haven't told me how you keep getting invited to Bruce Wayne’s parties. I thought you hated the guy and all that he stands for.”

Clark shrugs, ”I don't hate him. I just don't like how smug he is. And we’ve become sort of friends in the last few months.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, ”What do you owe him after he bought back your mom’s house?”

He huffs, ”Nothing! Now please drop it and finish getting ready.”

You tease, “Is he like your Sugar Daddy now? Do you have to send him pictures of your feet if you want him to buy you something?”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “I said to drop it, little dove!”

”I’ll drop it, for now, Clark”

”Thank you, Y/N.”

You guys get to Bruce’s mansion around 8:30 and there is already a bunch of people there. You make your way inside and try to find Bruce, so he knows that you guys are there. Once you guys get that task over, Clark gets you drinks.

He comes up to you and hands you a beer. “Please try and enjoy yourself tonight, Y/N. I don’t want you to be in a bad mood the whole night.”

“I won’t be in a bad mood once we leave here.”

He rolls his eyes, “Whatever. I’m going to go find Arthur. Diana should be around here somewhere.”

He walks away from you and leaves you in the crowd of people. You manage to get your way out of the crowd and sit down in a chair in the corner of the room. You start mumbling to yourself, “I can’t believe he fucking left me there. He is so dead the next time I see him. If he thought I was mad before, he has no idea what is coming his way when we get home.”

You’ve been sitting in the chair for about 15 minutes and three separate drunk guys have tried to hit on you. You’re about to stand up and go look for Clark when he walks up to you. “Are you having fun, baby?”

You give him an annoyed look, “Does it look like I’m having fun, Clark?”

“No?”

“No is right. I want to go home now, Kent.”

Clark sighs, “You know we have to stay longer than 15 minutes, Y/N.”

“Whatever”

This time you walk away from him. You start to head towards the stairs when someone grabs your hand. You turn around and are about to yell at another drunk when you see that it’s Clark. “What?”

He smirks at you and leads you upstairs. He walks down the hall and takes you into one of the many bedrooms. He takes you into the bathroom and closes the door.

“Why the fuck are we in the bathroom?”

He doesn’t say anything; he lifts you on the counter. He kisses you teasingly and you try to push him away. He grabs ahold of your hands and holds them down on the counter. He kisses you more firmly and you kiss him back this time. He smiles on your lips and you nip at his.

He gives you a smug smile, ”I know why you’re in such a bad mood, Y/N.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I haven’t fucked you in a while.”

“Well, after that stunt you pulled downstairs, you’re not going to fuck me for a long time.”

“I highly doubt that. You can’t resist my charm.”

“Oh, yes I can.”

He starts sucking on the spot below your ear and you moan softly. You run your fingers through his curly hair and feel him smirk against your neck.

He moves up to your ear. “I need you so badly, Y/N. I need to be inside you.”

You pull his head up, so he’s looking at you. You lean forward and say on his lips, “You better do it quick and hard, Clark.”

He kisses you passionately as he begins to unbuckle his jeans. He finally gets them undone then gets you off the counter. He pushes you face-first against the door then lifts your dress. He pulls down your panties to your knees then starts to rub between your legs.

You moan into the door. “Fuck, Clark! We don’t have time for this.”

“Sure we do. No one is going to miss us downstairs.” You roll your eyes.

He smacks your ass a couple of times and you bite down on your lip. He turns you around and gets down on his knees in front of you. He lifts one of your knees, so it’s resting on his shoulder. He leans forward and licks your opening. You grab onto his hair tight and he chuckles softly. He begins to eat you out and it feels so damn good.

You lean your head against the door and bite down on your lip to hold back the moans. He begins to work your clit with his thumb while he does this amazing thing with his tongue.

You’re almost there when there’s a sudden knock on the door. Clark stops completely and looks up at you. Someone knocks again. “Get the fuck out of my bathroom now! Go use the one downstairs or the one in the guest room.”

Clark smirks. “Go away, Bruce! This one has someone in it.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that was you in there, Clark.”

“It is. Now leave me alone.”

“What are you doing in there anyway?”

Clark huffs, “I’m going to fuck Y/N if you ever leave us alone.”

“No, you're not! Go do that in the other bathroom.”

“No! Now please leave, Bruce.”

“Fine” You guys hear him leave and Clark smirks at you.

He turns you back around, so you’re facing the door again. He pulls down his jeans to about mid-thigh then pushes your dress back up. He enters you hard and both of you moan. He begins to work his hips fast and pounds you into the door.

“Is this hard enough and fast enough for you, baby?”

“I think you could go a little harder and faster actually.”

He pulls your head back and bites at your neck. He’s thrusting a lot harder as he speeds up his pace. He rubs over your spot and you grab onto his hair.

“You like that?”

“God yes!!!”

“I thought so”

He’s working his hips fast and hard and you can barely breathe. He reaches a hand around and starts to play with your clit. You scream as your orgasm hits and Clark growls into your ear. You slump against the door as the aftershocks run through your body and Clark is still pounding into you.

Once you can function again, you begin to push back into him. Clark grabs onto your hips firm and you know there will be bruises there tomorrow. You feel his body start to tighten up behind you then you feel his release inside you. He bites down on your shoulder to hold in his moan and you rest your head against his head for some kind of support.

He slips out of you and slides down to the floor. “Fuck!”

You turn around and smile. “You could have gone harder, but it was pretty good.”

“Ouch!”

You laugh a little bit and help Clark off the floor. You wrap your arms around him and kiss him lovingly. He cups your face and looks into your eyes. “Are you happy now?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Okay good.”

You guys freshen yourselves up then open the bathroom door. Bruce is standing there with his arms across his chest and him tapping his foot. “You guys better not have made a mess in there.”

“We didn’t.”

You two leave his room and go back down to the party without anyone knowing what you guys just did in the bathroom.

For the rest of the time at the party, you’re in a good mood and you don’t mind being at the party anymore.